Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2004 02:43:05 +0100 (BST)
From: David Williams <davidwilliams82003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Understanding My Son 3

Thanks to all the guys who have e-mailed me with their comments. Thanks
guys. Also thanks to the guy with the great pics he sent. They were very
beneficial for my thinking about this chapter.

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Brenda and I dressed early and bade Jase 'Good night' as we drove off to
our Golf Club function. My mind was almost totally on what Jase would be
doing now, but my wife continued to bring me back to our present situation.

[Jase had dressed in a pair of satin sport shorts and a sleeveless
T-shirt. He decided against wearing shoes and socks as he knew that he
wouldn't be wearing them for long anyway.  Within seconds of his parents
leaving a car pulled up and Jase hurriedly raced out the front door and
into the car.

The fun and games started immediately they arrived at the big Manor
House. Jase recognised two older men, who had been involved with him some
weeks ago. Both were wearing small skirts that just covered their genitals.

Jase immediately slipped out of his T and shorts, and his large thick boy
cock, already increasing in hardness, sprung out from his hairless groin.]


At the Club I was having trouble with my mind switching from where I was to
what Jase would be doing.  I just had to touch my cock as I was leaking so
much, I was concerned that a wet patch would appear on my dinner suit
trousers. Lucky they were black.

What surprised me was that the bog cubicle was occupied when I went in. I
bent down and realised that there were a double pair of shoes in the
cubicle.  I made some noise and then made out I was leaving the toilet
area. I remained very quiet. Then I heard some heavy breathing, as well as
some slapping with a wet sound. Then almost at the same time two voices
cried out.  I waited for a few minutes, and then made a noise as if I was
just entering the toilet.  Just as I pushed through the door, one of the
senior executives of the club emerged into the hand-washing room. He smiled
at me. Then he turned and made a heavy couching noise. I sensed it was a
signal to the second occupier of the cubicle.  I had a difficult leak and
then made a lot of noise as I went to the wash-room. I then made out I had
left the toilet, but in fact I remained. As I was awaiting the viewing of
the second occupier of the cubicle another member entered the toilet.  As
soon as he entered the toilet area the door opened and out walked one of
the junior restaurant table waiters. He would have been no more that 16 or
17, and was very 'pretty'. He wasn't a big lad, and had lovely delicate
features, with fine clear white skin. My cock re-acted immediately as I
knew that he had been involved with some sexual activity with the Golf Club
Senior executive. I smiled at the boy, inwardly wondering what he would
look like naked, and how big was his cock.  I had to readjust my own cock
as he smiled back at me with one of the sexiest looks I could remember.

As luck would have it he was assigned to looking after our table and I
passed several smiles to him. I motioned to him when my wife requested some
more water on the table. He bent down almost kissing me on the cheek. I
touched his hand and the electricity between us sparked. As he walked away
to comply with my request, he turned and smiled at me. At the same time he
brushed his hand over his crotch. I got the message.

The food was great the wine flowed in large quantities, and my hand brushed
the young waiters arse and crotch on several close encounters. My wife was
very happy, and we danced a lot. I swapped with friends of mine several
times, and we found the time slipping by without notice.  When finally, on
my third trip to the toilet I looked at my watch, it was almost 2 am. The
young waiter followed me into the toilet then and stood beside me at the
urinal. He opened his fly and pulled out a small uncut cock. He pulled his
long foreskin back to reveal and small delicate knob. I figured it went
with his fine small body. He gasped loudly when I zipped out my large
cock. His hand immediately grabbed it, working his fingers up over the
bloating crown. Our pleasure was rudely curtailed when another member
pushed through the door. The boy zipped up hurriedly and made a quick exit.
The guy looked at me, pulling out his own large cock, which pissed a strong
thick stream of piss.  "Nice looking kid, that," he finally announced as he
squeezed the last drops from his piss slit.  "Looks too much like a girl
for my liking, but I bet he gives great head."  I looked at this guy in a
shocked fashion.  "Oh, sorry buddy. It's just that my wife has been keeping
her legs together for the past few months. We're having a bit of a rough
patch over her spending habits,' he confessed.  "Perhaps I should just ask
that kid to blow me," he concluded as he swaggered in a drunken manner
following me out to wash his hands.

My wife Brenda was almost out to it when I returned to the table. I decided
that it was time to get home. As I assisted her to her feet, and gathered
her stole and handbag, the young waiter brushed pass me and I felt him slip
something into my coat pocket.

I un-dressed my wife when we got home. She was completely out to it. I
looked at her cunt, ran my fingers along it and thought about the club guy
in the toilet. My cock was hard when I stripped out of my dinner suit. Then
I thought about Jase.  Still naked I strolled down the long corridor to his
room and looked in. His bed was empty.


More to follow. Let me know if you find this story of interest.
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