As a father, it's your duty to teach your son's how to be men, coach them, and set an example for them. If there was anything I learned from my father, it was because he was never there. I never had a man there to tell me, I always just had to figure it out for myself. I didn't want that for my boys, that is if I ever had any. Which I did.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Ronnie c'mon! You've been in there for over ten minutes."
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Ronnie!"
I slept around a lot in and when I got out of college. My girlfriend at the time, whom I cheated on frequently, got pregnant. When the news broke I never stopped cheating, which ended our relationship. Nine months later my son was born. I fought and gained joint custody with his mother. I didn't want him to grow up without a father like I had.
"Ronnie, I'm coming in," I announce gripping my pants having to piss. "You better be decent." I say under my breath.
With that, I swing the door open and my son, Ronnie jumps in his seat on the toilet and his cell phone plummets snapping away from the headphones on his head and bounces off the floor. "Dad...!" He exclaims with his wide, olive-colored eyes in shock. His low sitting, brooding brows arched with embarrassment, and down the sleek slope of the bridge of his button nose sit his full lips open in curiosity. The cord loosely coils around his baby smooth jawline and small, rounded chin, down his lean chest and muscles, and past his rugged abs with a small patch of thin hair lined down his belly button. His hand firmly wrapped around his bulbous penis at the base meeting his coarse pubes.
"Ahh, ahh, fuck yes!" A woman's voice screams through the phone.
"I gotta pee!" I explain rushing in undoing my pants and climbing atop a small step stool to the sink. I whip out my member and aim for the drain unloading in the sink.
Ronnie picks up his phone and continues beating his meat. I put my member away as I step down from the sink, not buttoning up. Not wearing any briefs either so my pubes are showing. I look at my boy and actually take notice at the sheer size of his penis. He must've been the size of a FIOS TV remote! "That's quite a manly cock you got there, son."
"Heh-heh. Thanks. You're not so bad yourself." Ronnie replies looking up from his phone.
"You took a peek."
"Yeah, I guess I did."
"Well, I'll let you finish up. No rush." I respond giving him a firm, manly pat on the shoulder before leaving and shutting the door behind me.
Walking back to the living room I felt so proud that that hunk of beautiful man was my son. He might even have the edge on me. I took a very liberal approach to talking and teaching my son about his body and how to take care of it. I remember coaching him through standing up to pee, that was messy at first. I remember him freaking out after having his first wet dream and having to explain that one. It was definitely different using that kind of language with him and talking to him like another grown man. But, I was proud nonetheless to hand him my old magazines from college and send him into the bathroom with a bottle of lotion. I waited outside the door for him while he worked towards his first conscious orgasm.
As I sit on the couch, paw down my unbuttoned pants, shirt hanging out of my back pocket, I run my fingers through my long, chocolate curls all pulled back. Ronnie trots out of the bathroom rubbing the back of his faded chocolate hair, curls sprouting atop his head brushed back. He takes a look at my beefy muscles and now faint abs, covered in hair growing from my pubes in the shape of a tornado, up to my chest. He sits down next to me, my broccoli colored eyes and soft, brooding, low sitting brows watch him grab at his bulge as he gets comfortable.
"Ahem." I clear my throat wrinkling my button nose with a knot in the bridge, and running my hand down my slim cheeks and around my smooth jawline and small, rounded chin covered in 5 o'clock shadow. I take another look down to Ronnie's bulge and I begin to think back to the last time I saw his bulge. I take another look down to Ronnie's bulge and I begin to think back to the last time I saw his bulge. He had hopped in the car after wrestling practice and was pretty upset. The guys in the showers had heckled him about not manscaping. So, I walked him through that and he seemed to get that hang of it quickly. His face when seeing himself without a huge bush was priceless, you'd almost think he was in love. He wasn't as big back then. I remember picking him up the next week after practice and he was so happy. The guys approved and gave him a new nickname for how big he was, Rocket.
Ronnie continues to squeeze at his bulge next to me. "You're staring, dad."
I look forward again, "Sorry. I was just thinking. I could only imagine what the guys in the shower that used to give you trouble would say if they saw you now."
"Yeah, they thought I was huge then. Haha. But, hey I had to get it from somewhere right, dad?"
"Yeah. I guess so. The girls must love it, right?"
Ronnie drops his head and shift in his seat. Further away from me. More reserved. "Yeah. I guess they would." He replies softly.
"What do you mean, Ronnie? You're not gay, are you? You were just watching a hetero in the bathroom." I question confused.
"Oh, I like girls. Not interested in guys but..."
"Oh, my bad, son. You're still a virgin." I respond and Ronnie nods. "Don't be ashamed. It's okay. I mean, I'm a little shocked 'cause with a cock like that the girls should be all over you! Hell, I was sticking my dick in Rachel Mowler when I was just 14!"
"I don't know. The girls at school act like they like me one minute and hate me the next. And I don't put up with that. You either like me or you don't and if you're gonna act like you don't then don't wonder I don't wanna talk to you anymore. I just don't understand them. The guys kinda make fun of me cuz I'm 18 and still a virgin."
"Ah, I see. You got no game is all. You don't know how to play. The girls who flip-flop like that and wonder why you don't wanna talk to them really do like you, they're just playing hard to get."
"Really?"
I nod, "Yeah, some of them maybe. But, if you really wanna get 'em when they're being mean just come up behind them and wrap your arms around their waist. Pull them close so your cock is right between their ass cheeks. Make sure they can feel it too. Whisper something in their ear like, 'Bring your sexy ass here and stop playing.' That'll get them going. But make sure they really do like you, otherwise it'll be considered sexual harassment."
"Heh-heh. Will do, dad."
After about a month Ronnie had begun talking to a girl. He was learning the game quickly. If you asked him if he had a girlfriend, he'd answer "no" but, also was sure to add that if he were to say that in front of her she would be pissed. We were sitting at the kitchen table for dinner one night and Ronnie was shifting in his seat quite a bit. It seemed he may be playing with himself under the table.
"Ahem." I cleared my throat looking up at him intently to let him know I knew something was up.
We make eye contact and Ronnie sighs, "Dad," He says.
