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Subject: Chapter 2 Math Lessons for My Son 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 a continuation of Math Lessons for My Son — Chapter 1. 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) Chapter 2 – Math Lessons for My Son. Lesson 17 I dropped Malcolm earlier to Gary’s place. Malcolm was eager to go for his lessons, and he wanted me to leave without having my usual small chat with Gary. This time I did not get a video, but a livestream feed. My son was on all fours on the bed clad in his briefs. His hands appeared to be cuffed to the headboard, his feet were bounded to the side of the bed and his eyes were blindfolded. The camera went all around him. Gary ordered him to bark like a dog and he complied. Gary brought the camera around to his ass that was jutting out. He pulled the undies down. Gary played with Malcolm’s erection and caressed his balls before he parted his butt cheeks. Right on my screen was my sons puckered tight hole. To call it a hole would have been an overstatement, it looked like a slit that was shut tightly. The camera was placed down on the bed viewing Malcolm’s crotch and his parted thighs. Then Gary could be seen playing with the hole and kissed it. Malcolm moaned. “You like that?” Gary asked. “Yeah” my son replied. Gary parted the ass cheeks again and pushed his tongue into the hole. Malcolm moaned louder. “Please, put it in me sir” Malcolm stated. Gary brought the camera back to the view of the hole. This time the hole appeared moist with a small opening. The kid wants Gary to fuck him, I thought. Gary placed his wet index finger on the opening, he caressed the opening. The hole opens a little more. “Are you sure you want me to fuck you with my finger?” Gary asked. “Yes sir, fuck me with your cock just like those videos şişli travesti we saw”, Malcolm replied. “But you are a young boy, you may not be ready, fucking is only for big brave boys.” “I AM BRAVE!” Malcolm yelled. “Okay, lets see if you can take my finger first” Gary said as he pushed the finger past the tight sphincter. Malcolm let out a grunt, took a couple of deep breaths and sighed loudly. When the finger was all the way in, I could hear Malcolm’s shallow breaths. “Wow, I think you are ready for your age, you have been so brave, I am so proud of you”. Then its as if Gary was speaking directly to me. “You won’t believe how tight he is, and he is warm and wet on the inside, you must be very proud of him”. Gary appeared to be probing the insides of my son, playing with his prostate. The boy kept his face buried in a pillow and moaned. Then, Gary lightly tried to withdrew the finger. But the boy’s pelvis and followed him back. It was as if, his sphincter tightly gripped the invading finger and would not let it go. Gary pushed back in and the boy moved forward. He tried to withdraw the finger now, the butt moved slightly backwards as if it was still stuck to the finger, and then the finger started to emerge out of the hole. Now, there was a clear hole after the boy was violated. Gary stood up and placed his huge cock right at the hole. The girth of the cock head was still about 7 times more than the hole the finger produced. “Please, fuck me with your cock” the boy cried. To which Gary replied, “No that would not be right buddy.” “Why?” Gary asked loudly. Gary placed the camera against the bedside table with full view of the both of them on the bed. He uncuffed Malcolm and removed the straps on his legs. He held, the boy tightly in his arms and kissed him. His fingers fondled with the boy’s boner. “Malcolm, do you remember when I showed you the video of me fucking that Latino boy?” Gary asked. I remember this video clearly. Months ago, Malcolm showed me a video of him with a Mexican twink from a local university. The twink did everything for Gary, sucked him off, licked his toes, rimmed him, drank his piss, fucked beylikdüzü travesti him and more. “Yeah”, Malcolm replied. “Do you remember what he called me?” Gary asked. “Daddy” Malcolm answered. “Yes, he called me Daddy, have you ever wondered why he called me Daddy?” “I am not sure. He can’t be your son, can he? I mean… um you told me you had no children” “Yes, I do not. But the games that we play are usually a secret game between fathers and their sons. Carlos, the boy from the video, lost his father when he was very young. Which was why he wanted me to do it for him. As for you Malcolm, you still have a father, and it is actually his right to fuck you, not me.” “But my father does not do these things with me, we never had this much fun like the both of us.” Malcolm interjected. “Yes, I understand Malcolm, but it is not right. He should be the one to fuck you. He should be your first. If he had taken your virginity, then I would gladly help you with any of your urges. But as long as your father is around, it is only right that he should be the one to fuck you. Do you want him to fuck you?”. “Yes, I do.” “Are you interested in playing these games with your Daddy?” “Yes, I do. I want it badly. But I am afraid he would not be as receptive to this like you.” Malcolm said with a sad face. After a pause, Gary added “Well, there is a way around these customs but it has to be a secret”. “What is it Mr. B? I am up for it; I am willing to do anything!” Malcolm looked at Gary with enthusiasm. “When is your moms next night shift at the hospital?” Gary asked. “Wednesday nights!” Malcolm replied. “Well, that is good, that is tomorrow night. Men usually leave a mug of their own pee on their bedside as they sleep to ward off evil witches who can seduce men when their wives are away. All you have to do buddy boy is to sneak into your father’s room and drink the entire mug. Pee is not easy to drink. It is very salty. But if you have the will to do it, then it will be easy. Take a video of you drinking the entire pee with your phone and send it to me. After you drink it, place the empty mug back where it was placed. istanbul travesti Your dad would think that the witches had drank it” “What happens if I succeed in drinking it all?” Malcolm asked. “Well, that is easy, legend has it that once a son drinks his dads pee and shows it to another man, then his soul would recognize that man is as equal to his own father” “Then you would also be my father, and I can finally be fucked by my dad just like the Latino guy” “Exactly, my boy…. Exactly!!” I was too excited for Wednesday. Pam left after dinner for her night shift. After dinner, Malcolm and me watched some television. I was too horny; I had a boner the entire time we sat on the couch. I hid mine by crossing my legs. I went to the kitchen, and I jacked myself off into a mug. I poured some milk in the mug and mixed the cum with the milk. I brought the mug to Malcolm and passed it to him. I myself was nursing my fifth can of beer. My son drank his father’s milk as I sat there and looked at him. He caught me looking at him. I gave out a fake yawn. “Well, Malcolm, I am going to hit the sack. I am too tired. You don’t stay up too late okay. It is very chilly and not a good night. And close the windows will ya? We do not know what spirits may be lurking!”. I caught a hint of smile from Malcolm as he continued to watch the TV. We exchanged our Good Nights and I rushed into my room. I have already placed a pint mug in my bathroom. Then I proceeded to pee in it. It was amazing how much my bladder could hold after 5 cans of beer. I filled it up almost to the brim. I placed it on my bedside table and turned off the lights. I pretended to sleep. About half an hour later, I heard someone creep outside the door. The doorknob started to turn so I closed my eyes. Footsteps crept up closer to the bedside table next to me. I opened my eyes slightly. I saw the skinny hands pick the mug up and slowly left the room. He closed the door behind him. Half an hour later, he came back and placed the empty mug on the bedside table and left. Did he really drink it? I was so curious. Shortly after, Gary forwarded the video to me. My son was in his bathroom, shirtless and had recorded himself drinking the entire mug. The piss should have been cool by them, he had difficulty with the first few gulps. But by the end of it, he was chugging it down like a frat boy at a college party. I jacked myself off to sleep.