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Tales of my son    Part four

by bigfoot

Somehow we all survived the fall and early winter.  The boys were
spending less time together as school and sports were keeping them busy.

When the Christmas break arrived, Dan and his family went to visit
relatives.  My son had a case of terminal boredom.  But he was looking
forward to New Years and a return of his friend.

On Dan's return, I had a chance to speak with his parents.  We decided
to go out for New Years together, and leave the boys at our place.
Dan's older brother would be out for the night and as they always seemed
to have more fun together at our house, they would be permitted to be
alone for the evening.

Before my wife and I left to meet Dan's parents. I read the 'riot act'
to both boys.  If there was any trouble, they were to call me.  I had my
cell phone with me.  They were to behave as if their parents were
watching over their every move.  On and on I went, until they looked
like they were saturated with parental rules.  Satisfied, we left.

We returned home at about one thirty in the morning.  Neither my wife
nor I are much for alcohol.  I have taken many a ribbing from friends at
my ability to nurse a beer until it not only goes flat but dries up,
right in the glass.  So, I'm different.  While not suffering from the
alcohol, we were both tired.  The house was dark, but looked fine once
we turned on lights.  Yet, there was a smell in the air.  Did they cook
something?  Did something burn?  No, that wasn't the cause of the
smell.  We looked through the first floor of the house and checked the
basement.  Nothing wrong anywhere. But that smell was everywhere.  We
went upstairs to the bedrooms.  Both boys were there, in bed, on their
backs, snoring.  Satisfied that all was almost well, my wife went to
bed.

I returned to the lower level, and tried to figure out this mystery.  "I
wonder.." I said to myself, and walked down to the basement once more.
I opened a storage closet and looked on the shelves.  AH HA!  I found
the source of the smell.  I keep a case of beer in the cool basement
just in case we have company.  Last time I checked there were three six
packs left.  Now there were only two, but moved around slightly.  I went
up to the garage and looked into the large trash can.  Nothing evident
here, only a plastic garbage bag.  Wait a minute.  I did trash the other
day.  There should be nothing in here.  I reached sown and lifted the
plastic bag out.  It clunked.  The opening was tied.  I pierced a hole
in the side and pulled out an empty beer can.  Damn those kids.  They
had had their own celebration with six cans of beer.

I dropped the bag back into the trash can and went inside.  I thought of
going up and waking them up and demanding an explanation for their
foolish actions. But, I knew it would do no good.  That's why they were
snoring so heavily.  They will suffer in the morning.  I went to bed.

I woke, as usual at seven.  Took the dog for a quick, brisk walk on this
cold New Years Morning and headed home.  Once inside, I headed for the
bathroom and a hot shower.

I finished and wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into my
bedroom.  My wide was still sleeping.  I decided to leave her and left,
closing the door behind me.  I then walked to my son's room.  I opened
the door and peered in.  It was still dark in there so I moved to a
window and lifted the shade a couple of inches.  Both boys were still
sleeping.  I'm glad my wife didn't go all the way into the room, as she
would have seen the adult magazines on the floor between my son's two
twin beds.  I wondered how much they partied.  Probably not much.  Can't
get a real erection if you're drunk.  Or can you?

As I turned to leave, my son groaned and rolled over.  He was wearing
his usual sleep attire, tee shirt and boxers.  But these boxers were a
pair my wife had given him for Christmas.  They were size large and I
remember teasing my son that they were too big and would fall off his
non-existent hips.  The only thing that would keep them up was his
dick.  As he rolled over he uncovered himself.  I reached over to pull
the covers over him and noticed that I could see the outline of his cock
as it lay on his thigh.  Shit.  How daring was I?  Here I go again.

I didn't cover him up, but rather listened to him breath.  His
respiration was deep and well spaced.  He was still zonked from the
booze.  I looked over at Dan.  He, too, was out cold.  I was faced with
an opportunity I would never have again.  I reached down and, through
the fabric of his boxers, gently lifted my son's dick off his leg.  It
was long and semi-soft.  I held it between my fingers and began to
gently, slowly move my fingers up and down his cock.  To my amazement,
it responded to my touch.  It became harder and to stand on its own.  I
let go and it barely moved.

I moved my hand to the leg opening in his boxers.  There was at least
eight inches of extra fabric and I lifted it up.  I peered into the leg
opening and in the dim light of dawn, could see his glorious monster,
stiff and leaning to one side.  I lifted the fabric over his groin,
fully exposing his cock and balls.  His pubic hair was longer and
thicker than I had seen last summer in our tent encounter.  I reached
for his penis as I listened for his breathing to change.  I lightly
gripped it and began to pump it up and down.  I had not held another
male's cock since I was his age, learning of sex from the other guys and
girls in my neighborhood.  But wait there was that time with my college
roommate Paul, and my wife... but that's another story.

I could see his cock stiffen as I pumped it, gently moving the skin so
as not to awaken him.  He continued to grow, slowly, and I watched in
amazement as his foreskin slowly slid back.  I was still struck by the
size of the head on his cock.  I wonder where these gene's came from.
Maybe from my father.  He was big, bigger than I will ever be.  Why do
some genetic traits skip generations?  Damn my luck.

As I was just getting into my rhythm, he groaned and rolled square onto
his back.  I stopped, removed my hand and watched as he took my place.
His left hand reaching to scratch his balls, his pubic hair and then to
grip his cock.  He seemed to smile as he began to stroke his meat just a
few times.  Then he withdrew his hand, turned his head and began to
snore again.  I waited for a few seconds, ready to head for the door if
he opened his eyes.  He continued his deep breathing and I returned to
my obsession.

I stroked his penis and watched as it returned to full length.  Longer
than the full extension of my thumb and little finger.  I would later
measure my hand and discover that, at nearly fifteen, my son's cock was
just over nine and one half inches long.  Within a few minutes, he began
to move his hips and a small drop of pre-cum emerged from his pee hole.
I took my other hand and wiped off this drop with my finger, bringing it
to my mouth as I had seen my son do several times before.  It had a
wonderful, musty, salty taste of boy.  I understood why he liked it.  I
returned to pumping and watching for any signs of discovery.

I was erect, playing tent in my towel still wrapped around my waist.
That's when the thought hit me.  If he was out, not aware of me or my
actions nor his reactions, could I get away with it?  Did I dare cross
the line and tear down one more taboo?  Shit, don't think, do.  So it
did.  I removed my hand and lowered my mouth to his dick and tasted not
only pre-cum, but boy cock in the flesh.  The head of his cock was soft,
but had a, well, a crusty feeling to it.  The boys must have gotten off
before passing out.  The left over cum was still on the head of his
cock, protected by his foreskin.  It had dried and now I was washing it
off for him.  I sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could until the
head touched the back of my mouth.  I fondled it with my tongue,
savoring the feeling and the taste.  My mouth was producing saliva like
I was eating a steak.  My mouth filled with liquid which I shared with
his cock, making it more slippery as it mixed with his pre-cum.

Suddenly, I heard movement in the next bed.  Dan was turning over.
Shit!  His eyes were opened and he was looking over at me and what I was
doing.  I was caught with my son's dick in my mouth.  "When you're done
with him, mind doing that to me?"  Did I hear him say that?  I lifted my
mouth from my pleasure and said, "HUH?"  "If that's a blow job, I sure
would like you to try that on me, if it's OK with you?"  "You mean you
and my son haven't done this?", I asked, still trying to maintain just a
little control.  "No", he replied, "We both thought it would be too gay,
so we just beat-off together. We've never really even touched each
other, 'cept for what we did in the tent."  I was taken completely off
guard.  I looked down at my son and his cock and decided I had done what
I set out to do.  I turned my attention to Dan.

"Don't stop just for me.  I like watching.. Does that make me a
voyeur?"  I covered my son up and moved to the other bed.  I pulled back
the covers and saw that Dan had removed his boxers and was sporting a
nearly erect penis.  His hands reached down to almost cover his
nakedness, and then he pulled them back.  My towel decided it had had
enough and separated, falling from my waist and hooking on my erect
cock.  Dan reached over and removed it, dropping it on the floor.  I sat
on the edge of his bed, looking down at his long form, as he began to
stroke his cock.  "I'm not gay, 'ya know.  I just like looking,  Guys,
girls, kids... I get hard just thinkin' 'bout it.  I guess I wackoff,
maybe three times every day.  Your son does too.  We like doing it in
front of each other, even just watching each other.  He really gets
off.  Man does he ever.  I like commin' over here 'cause I can get to
your porn and stuff.  I mean just thinkin' 'bout what those pictures
show and my dick's stiff.  I can't keep that stuff home.  My brother has
a hiding place that nobody's found.  My mom found my stuff, once, and I
still hear about it.  So I use the memory of your stuff, and blow my
load in kleenex.  But I get caught if I don't flush them."

I began stroking him and caressing his balls.  His head went back and
his breathing changed to deep breaths.  He looked up at his cock in my
hand as I maintained an even grip and pace.  "Man that feels better than
I do it."  I moved my hand from his scrotum to just above his ass hole.
I began to apply pressure in circles, hopping to stimulate his
prostate.  "Thought you were gonna give me head?" he said.  "And so I
am.  I just like to make sure it's still what you want.  This is only
the second time I've done this.  Like you, I'm not gay, just curious."
"Yeah, maybe that's what we are... just curious."  He said as I lowered
my head to his cock.

He tasted much like my son, but different.  He was not as... pungent as
my son.  Not as much musk to his dick.  Must have to do with my son's
foreskin and that the head of his dick gets less exposure to air.  Dan
was breathing harder and deeper, his hips were moving and I could sense
he was nearing the edge.  I was not only sucking on him, but playing
with the tip of his dick with my tongue and still sliding as much of him
into my mouth as I could take.  Oh, was he hard.  I removed my mouth and
did a measurement of his length, same as I had done with my son.  Dan
was about an inch shorter but ar least twice as big in diameter.  My
mouth was full with his size.  I returned to my duties and his groans
increased.

He began to flex his groin muscles as I began to probe around his hole,
gently pushing and prodding with my fingers.  Quickly, his hips lifted
off the bed and his dick tensed.  My fingers could feel the tensing in
his ass and he began to shoot.  I pushed my mouth all the way down on
his cock and let him shoot his load right down my throat.  The motions
of my swallowing kept him thrusting and pumping.  Shit, I thought he was
trying to drown me.  I was barely able to handle the load.  All this
from a boy who emptied his load in the last twelve hours and could
re-charge this quick.  Ah, Youth.

He finished pumping and stopped moving his hips.  I continued to lick
and suck, wondering how quickly I could make him cum again.  He looked
up at me and asked, "We goin' for a record.  I can do three in fifteen
minutes if I got some really good memories, or I know somebody's
watchin'."  "Go for it, goon, somebody IS watchin'." The voice from the
other bed said.  My son was awake, looking hung over but his eyes were
open.  He was stroking his dick and seemed to be enjoying the show.  I
lifted my mouth, replacing it with my hand and said, "Only if you let
your meat out for some air.  Dan needs the stimulation if we're going
for the record."  He threw back the covers and slowly sat up on his
bed.  He began to stroke his cock and my mouth went back to Dan's dick.

 I sucked, Dan watched my son stroke his cock and my son was watching my
mouth and my hand pull on my own cock.  Dan lasted about three minutes.
His hips tensed, he let out a groan from his balls and began to shoot
for a second time.  This time I let his cum dribble from my mouth, but I
kept up the pace.  His hand moved toward my leg.  Now what, I thought.
He pawed at my leg and then I understood.  I moved up the bed and let
him grab my cock.  As I sucked him, now sticky with thick white cum, he
began to stroke my meat.  Then I heard my son moving.

 He moved from his bed to the head of Dan's bed and offered his cock to
Dan's mouth.  Dan didn't hesitate.  So full of the passion for pleasure,
he eagerly pulled my son's cock and balls to his face.  My son's dick
disappeared into Dan's mouth and I heard him almost gag as my son tried
to force his entire length into his friends mouth. "Easy, boy.  He can't
take all of that monster." I said.  "Just let him guide you."  Dan's
hand left my cock and moved to my son's balls as they began to tighten
against his body.  He began to fondle and squeeze my son's cock and
balls and I could hear his breathing change.  I saw his buttock muscles
tense and he leaned over, almost landing on Dan.  His head whipped back
and he began to dump his load.  His cock stayed in Dan's mouth for the
first spurt, but it was more than Dan could handle.  My son's cock
slipped out and he finished emptying his load all over Dan's face and
chest.  At the sight of this Dan broke his record and dumped a third
load, much smaller this time.  I removed my mouth and quickly continued
pumping with my hand.  Both boys watched as I brought Dan to his third
ejaculation in twelve and one half minutes.

 They were spent, sticky and hung over.  But were they ever hungry.  I
suggested they shower and get downstairs for breakfast.  They slowly
moved to the door and down the hall to the bathroom.  I heard the water
run and some talking.  I was cleaning up my son and Dan's cum from the
beds when I heard the bathroom door open.

 "Hey, Dad.  Come here, quick."  I finished cleaning up and walked into
the bathroom.  Both boys were in towels, fresh from the shower.  "Your
turn. Isn't it?"  Dan asked.  "I took my shower earlier." I said.  "No,
no.  That's not what we mean."  They pulled me into the room, shut the
door and both got down on their knees in front of me.  Dan grabbed my
cock and began to lick it from base to tip.  My son began to play with
my balls and just smiled at me.  They brought me to an earth shaking
orgasm, most of which Dan swallowed.  My son then fingered some of my
cum and liked it off his finger.

 "Just our way of saying thanks."  Dan said as he stood up and began
wiping my cum from his face.  "Thanks for what?  Corrupting you?
Teaching you how to suck cock and masturbate?"  I was dumbfounded.
"That's right."  my son said.  "No one taught Dan about his body or
about sex, and most of our friends are dumb as posts about this stuff.
So we just wanted to say thanks for caring, and not just telling us but
showing us."

 They opened the door and headed out to get dressed.  I watched them
walk away and I swear I heard Dan say to my son, "Your Dad's got a great
ass."

 Kids...

Comments welcome  bigfoot@prime-x.net


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