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Subject: Math lessons for my son – Chapter 1 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It contains sexual acts between adults and minors, and between father and son. Don’t read it if that does not appeal to you. (Gay – Adult/Youth, Incest, Urination). This is my first story to in a very long time. English is not my first language so I do apologize for any errors. Do email me for any feedback. Synopsis: A math teacher has some fun with his student and shares their escapades with the boy’s father. Characters: Gary (39), Eric (37) and Malcolm (10) Math Lessons for My Son. I had been in contact with Gary Brooke for more than two years now. At the start of our online chats; I only knew him as `8inchforsons’. Now however, we were more confident to reveal our personal details to one another. For starters, I have found out that he was two years older to me and was a middle school teacher in the same city. On the other hand, he knew I was married with a kid, discreet and had never fooled around with another guy since things started to become serious between me and Pam. But the suppressed urges had made me roam hours on the dark side of the internet seeking online fantasies that would end up with me jerking myself off in my basement workstation. Gary would tell me stories of his sexual escapades. We were friends, but he never considered me his type. Although, looking at him on his webcam, I find him a real looker. He had a `bad boy’ persona, a little scruffy and fit, always with a cigarette between his lips or fingers. As opposed to me looking like the clean-shaven guy in an office suit that nobody would ever notice. In all his stories, it was always him with a younger adult, a college student etcetera, looking for a good time with a dad like figure. It was one time that he was tipsy with some Scotch did he confess to me about the things he had done with his middle school students. In addition to teaching Mathematics, he was also temporary coach. He had flashed himself in the locker room to a couple of the kids and had received a good blowjob after a little coaching from some of the flamboyant boys who were obviously into it as well. It was from there, that I found out, the thing that really turns him on were the younger boys and that was why he took up the teaching job. He really was happy that he could find someone that he would tell these stories to and I enjoyed listening to them. He would take naked pictures of some of the boys in the locker room and share them with me. I would spend day and night jacking after them. My repressed obsession with gay sex has now converted into repressed obsession with young boys. One day, I accidentally walked in on my 10-year-old son, Malcolm, changing. I apologized and closed the door but ever since then, I could not help thinking about Malcolm. Now up to this point, I did not talk about my son to Gary. But when those feelings came in, I knew he was the only person I could talk to. I told Gary about how I think Malcolm was cute with his curly blonde hair, his blue eyes, his freckles and his skinny frame. I gave Gary pictures of my son and he would bluntly tell me that Malcolm was a real beauty. I would take Malcolm to the beach or follow him for his swimming lessons and secretly snap a photo or two and pass it to Gary. Gary then volunteered to teach private Math lessons for Malcolm. Malcolm was initially reluctant for additional Maths classes but his grades were average just like all his other subjects and I managed to convince Pam that he really needs help in Maths. I did not know what I was hoping for Malcolm to gain from the private tutor but improving his Math was certainly not my priority. He would have a class every Tuesday for two hours after school. Lessons 1 – 3 The first time I dropped him at Gary’s house was actually the first time I met Gary in person. It was slightly awkward and I played the part of a parent who was concerned about Malcolm’s grades. Gary told me to leave it to him and then we parted ways where I went home and waited. An hour after class began, I got a text picture from Gary. It was Malcolm sitting on the dining table doing his equations on his notebook. Nothing else şişli travesti happened for the next two lessons except Gary sending me pictures of my son doing Math on the same table. Lessons 4, 5 and 6 On the fourth lesson, Gary sent me a photo of an under the table crotch shot of Malcolm taken from where Gary was sitting. His shorts were slightly ajar and his pale thighs were visible. I jacked off three times to that picture before I had to leave home to fetch Malcolm. On the fifth lesson, Gary sent a short clip instead of a photo. It was again an under table shot of Malcolm’s crotch but this time, the phone pans back up to show that Gary had pulled his cock out and was jacking off under the table. The next lesson was a photo of Malcolm sitting down and doing his work while Gary had his hard cock out inches from touching Malcolm’s back. I literally cummed myself without jacking off thinking Gary had been jerking off just behind Malcolm without him knowing. Lesson 7 Video from the next lesson was a little shaky. Malcolm could be seen doing his work on the table from slightly afar. It was as though the video was recorded from the adjacent kitchen counter. Then, the video showed Gary jacking off under the counter, occasionally the video pans back up to show Malcolm doing his math work quietly. Suddenly, Gary took a mug of milk from the counter and brought it under the counter. He dipped his cockhead in the milk and his cock appeared to be throbbing vigorously. He sounded like he forcefully tried to muffle a few grunts. He then stuffed his cock back into his pants and took a teaspoon and mixed the milk. He walked over to Malcolm and left the mug next to him telling him that “Here you go”. The next few short videos were of Malcolm taking a sip from the milk. Then, Gary sent me a photo of the empty mug. Lessons 8 and 9 The next two lessons though, Gary did not send me anything that got me even hard. It was both a photo and a video of Malcolm playing a playstation game on Gary’s couch. I was slightly upset and when I fetched Malcolm, I told Gary that he needed more attention. Gary reassured me that Malcolm’s lessons were on track. Lesson 10 I was sent a short video from a hidden angle of Gary’s phone. Malcolm was holding a cigarette between his fingers. Gary could be heard edging him on, “Dude, come on, deep drag this time.” Malcolm then took a long drag from the cigarette, exhaled and coughed while Gary laughed. It was nothing sexual, but watching that made me horny nevertheless. Something about a grown man teaching my son to smoke made me excited. I guess it is because, both me and Pam do not smoke and my wife had always discouraged Malcolm from the habit. Lesson 11 For the next class, Gary sent me two videos. The first was in a bathroom, Gary opened a can of beer and took a big swig of beer from the can, then he whipped out his cock and pissed into the open can. The second video was this time not shot from a hidden angle but was directly pointed to my son. Gary edged him on again saying “Chug! Chug! Chug!”, while Malcolm drank the entire can. When I fetched Malcolm that day, he seemed tipsy and I told him to wait in the car. I asked Gary if Malcolm knew Gary had pissed into his first can of beer and Gary said he did not. He then told me that, Malcolm liked his first beer and that now we would have to piss in all Malcolm’s beer so he wouldn’t know the difference. Gary also told me that he had assured Malcolm that any video or photos taken in his household stays between him and Malcolm and that no one has to know what they do during the second hour of tuition lessons. When we returned home, I told Malcolm and Pam that Mr Gary had advised me that Malcolm was slow and weak in Maths and would require an additional day of lessons at no extra cost. Pam was delighted that the extra lessons were free and Malcolm agreed that he required extra lessons. When asked what he thought of the lessons, Malcolm replied that he thought Mr. Gary was an excellent tutor. I told him, I was glad he and Gary were getting along splendidly. Lessons 12 and 13 The next week, Gary sent me his usual mid lesson video. Shot from behind the couch Malcolm beylikdüzü travesti was on, he was enthralled with what was displayed on the television. Projected was a bi-porn of a girl sucking on a guy’s cock while another guy was fucking the first guy and licking on the girls’ tits. Then Gary asked, “Dude what do you think of her tits” and Malcolm replied without removing his gaze “I had no idea it gets that big. The guys have big cocks as well”. Gary replied, “Well, I am sure you will be hung when you are older as well”. Second lesson of the week showed a similar video shot from behind the couch. This time there were no conversations but displayed on the TV was a twink sucking on his older daddy. The video then zooms into Malcolm’s crotch. He was wearing a black short, but there was an obvious tent formed. The `tent’ throbbed twice and then the video stopped. Lesson 14 The following week, Gary had placed the camera phone secretly facing the couch. It was a long 15-minute video unlike the usual ones that he sent. It was not clear what type of porn they were watching but they both had tents. Gary obviously had nothing underneath his shorts, so his tent pitched up proudly while Malcolm was sitting uncomfortably trying to hide his boner. But he kept side glancing the throbbing tent on Gary’s pants every 10 seconds or so. Gary, looking straight ahead at the TV, started to slowly tug on his cock and moan. Malcolm continued his frequent side glances and placed his hands on his boner, almost pushing it down. The video stopped. Lesson 15 Two days later, they were back on the couch but this time they were not just watching the porn but talking to each other. Malcolm started, “Come on Mr B, you promised you would show me how long yours was today”. Gary sighed, “Oh well, I will show it to you if you promise me to not tell anyone that I showed it to you, OK!”. Malcolm promised. Gary continued, “And if I show it to you, will you show me yours in return?”. “Yes sir”, Malcolm answered. Gary instructed Malcolm to sit down on his knees. Gary stood up and pulled his shorts down, his massive 8 inches uncut cock was leaking precum just an inch from my son’s face. Malcolm looked as if he was studying the cock intensively. The video then abruptly ended. When I went to fetch Malcolm, Gary told me that they had been having a great lesson today, to which Malcolm smiled. That night, while Malcolm and I were watching some football on the television, my phone buzzed. Gary had sent me some photos. It was a thin boy with blond curls on a bed. He tried to cover his face with his right forearm but it was no mistaking who that boy was. The boy had his T-shirt pulled up to above his nipples revealing a smooth chest with his bony ribs jetting out and his flat tummy sank. The second photo was that of the same boy, his crotch was being fondled by a hand. The next photo showed the hand pulling down on the waistband of the boys’ grey shorts and his briefs simultaneously, exposing a smooth an erect cut 4-inch cocklet and wrinkled up hairless ballsac. The final photo was a close up shot of the cockle squeezed between a large index and thumb, a tiny drop of colourless nectar could be seen oozed out from the slit at the head. I looked at Malcolm, then I went to the bathroom to drain my balls. Lesson 16 `Gary (Math teacher) sent you a video’. As soon as I saw the notification, I started jacking off my cock. I was already naked on my bed waiting for the phone to ping. I clicked on play. It was Malcolm facing the camera, looking down shyly, trying to awkwardly conceal his face from the glare of the cell phone flash facing directly at him in the dimly lit bedroom. The blinds were closed. Gary could be heard saying, “Ok, take your shirt off”. Malcolm replied, “Do we have to do it with the camera?”. “Come on buddy, you promised that you would take all of yours off after I took mine off”, the camera pointed down to show Gary’s massive erection. Malcolm still doesn’t seem comfortable. “Hey buddy, you have got nothing to worry about okay. It is just us here. No one will ever know. I certainly would not want your dad finding out about what we are doing here, istanbul travesti do I”. The camera pointed at Malcolm face, who seemed to take comfort at the Math teachers’ reassurance. Malcolm smiled and looked at the camera. He said OK and proceeded to take of his shirt and threw it on the bed next to Gary’s boxers and shorts. Malcolm then unbuckled his khakis, pulled it down and stepped out of it. He was standing there in a white bikini brief with red polka dots. I remember that undies clearly, I bought it for him two years ago and he still seemed to use it although he had clearly grown too big for them, especially when his bulge stretched the front of briefs further. Before Malcolm could pull the briefs down, Gary had managed to gently squeezed that bulge and Malcolm chuckled. After he stepped out of the briefs, Malcolm covered his crotch with both his hands. Gary brought the camera closer to his crotch and pried open the hands from the dick. The camera showed the cockle again. Gary’s fingers pulled the skin back to show its proud head. Malcolm whispered, “It is not that big”. Gary replied “Let’s compare then”. Gary placed his enormous cock next to Malcolm’s, flicking some of his precum on the boys cock. Malcolm replied, “Eww gross” the boy said with a chuckle. “Well, I win coz I am bigger, and I guess you have to do as I say” said Gary. “What do you want me to do then?” the boy replied. “For starters, why not taste a bit of this goo”, Gary coated some precum on his index finger and brought it to Malcolm’s lips. The boy closed his lips shut and sounded “Nuh Uh!”. “Come on you wouldn’t know how it taste unless you try a little. The boy slightly parted his lips, and brought out the tip of his tongue. But Gary saw an opening and immediately, pushed the finger into Malcolm’s mouth. Gary wiggled his finger against the boy’s tongue. Malcolm started to suck on the finger. He sucked on it even as Gary withdrew the finger. “It’s sweet” Malcolm stated as he continued to taste it in his mouth. “Well, then you would enjoy where it came from” The video ended. But I knew it was not over. There was a notification for a second video when I was watching the first one. The second one showed my son on his knees, taking a grown cock into his mouth. Gary whispered, “Oh yes boy, you have seen how they do it, suck on it good”. My son continued to suck on that grown cock, bobbing his head in and out. His lips were sweetly wrapped around the skin. He took half of the entire shaft down his throat. “Your throat is so tight and moist, feels so good boy”. Malcolm replied with a “Mmmph” as he continued sucking. “I don’t think I am going to last long boy” Gary stated as he began to groan. I thought he was going to ejaculate right into my son’s windpipe but he removed his cock out and held on Malcolm’s head. His cock was now spurting ropes of cum on my son’s face. Gary had Malcolm’s face up facing the camera, his deflating wet cock was still placed on his face. Malcolm struggled to keep his eyes open as cum dripped into it; cum oozed out of one of his nostril, the front of his hair was now matted with cum, cum dripped by the sides of his face and slowly down to his pursed lips. Malcolm struggled to word out “I have it all on me”. “Do you like it?” Gary asked. “It is sticky” Malcolm replied. Gary now placed his soft cock on Malcolm’s lips and instructed Malcolm to put his tongue out. Malcolm obliged. Gary squeezed on his soft cock, and more cum poured out onto they boy’s tongue. The boy brought it back into him, closed his mouth and swallowed, the front of his neck moved accordingly. “It slightly salty”, Malcolm said. “You will get used to it, it is good for you”, Gary replied. The video then ended. I had cummed myself, but I was still hard. I think I had it in me, to go again. By the time I reached Gary’s house, I was half an hour late. I apologized to Gary and Malcolm and made an excuse that I got caught in traffic. Gary gave me a wink. I smiled back at him. When Malcolm and I sat in the car, I turned to look at him and he looked at me. There were no cum on his face, my sons face looked innocent. “What is it?” Malcolm asked. “Nothing” I replied, “I just wanted you to know how proud I was of your lessons with Mr. Gary”. “Okay” he responded. I continued to look at his face and then I asked him “Did you shower? Your hair is slightly damp”. He looked away, and nervously replied “Yea, I poured some milk on myself”. I smiled.

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