Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2004 02:43:05 +0100 (BST)
From: David Williams <davidwilliams82003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Understanding My Son 5

My mind raced along with the attitude of my son, Jase. Obviously he had
felt me suck him off last night. Then he would have noticed my cum shots on
the side of his bed, and the fact that I had not bothered to put his
pyjamas on him.

My cock was stiff and the flow of pre-cum was the most I could remember
since my honeymoon.  When I got to work I was in a good mood and quickly
covered the entire programme for the day. I skipped lunch, and left
early. This time I didn't go home. I drove over to the house of the
computer nerd where I had witness my son going after school.  I parked my
car away from the house. When the door opened there was the guy who had
been at school with me over 20 years ago. I remembered him now, also
remembering that he was the guy I had sucked off when I was 14 as a dare. I
now also remembered that his cock wasn't huge, not like my own, but had
been circumcised. I did remember that he didn't shoot all that much cum,
but it was nice to swallow, which I was forced to do as part of the dare.

He was wearing just a dark blue towelling bathrobe. He smiled at me.
"Hi. I was wondering when you would call to see me," he greeted me.  I
didn't know what to say, although I had been rehearsing how I would open
our conversation. That all faded now, as I surveyed this man. He didn't
have on any glasses, which he wore at school. His body was slim and taller,
and I noted that the top part of his chest, exposed as the robe fell away,
was devoid of hair.  In fact he was a very nice looking man, and I felt a
peculiar twinge as I looked at him.  "Do come in. Would you like a coffee?"
The house was very neat with high quality furniture. I note a very large
double bed in one bedroom that opened onto a small-enclosed courtyard. Out
the back of the house was a large sunroom. To one side was a study area
with two computers on side by side tables.  He motioned me to a comfortable
sofa. Something made me feel at ease.  The kitchen was off to one side and
he chatted casually about things as he brewed some coffee. The smell was
intoxicating.  Now my mind was really racing, because I couldn't remember
his first name. I had looked up my school annuals but it was only the
initial, J Connor. My mind raced through all the christian names I could
think of beginning with J.  "You can't remember my name can you," he stated
softly.  "It's James. I think everyone called me Jamie at school, but
whilst I like that name, it sounds too much like a little boy, don't you
think."  I did now remember, and my mind focused again on the time I sucked
his cock. Somehow I wanted to see it again. I caught myself, and my mind
said 'hold on. That's gay stuff.'  James sat opposite me and as he sank
into his sofa his robe parted and I could see his legs. They were
completely hairless and well muscled. His top section fell open as well and
more of his chest revealed not a hair.  Silence now entered our arena.
"You are here about your son, aren't you," he inquired.  "Yes," I
stammered. He was so direct.  "He is a lovely boy, and very, very
intelligent. He came to see me over a year ago. You probably don't know
that. We met at a computer show in the central mall. He was designing his
own programmes even then. He wanted some assistance, so I suggested that we
get together."  Shit I thought I remembered that computer show. I had taken
Jase along after he insisted we go. He had been talking to this chap for
ages, and now I realised it was James. A mind picture flashed back for me.
"He started to e-mail me almost daily. He was concerned that you had no
interest in what he was doing. He also asked me many questions that he was
too embarrassed to ask you."  I wondered what these questions were, but my
cock told me they had to be about sex.  With that James rose and picked up
some albums from a side table and came and sat next to me.  These were old
school photos and there were many of he as well as others from our
class. Then he turned the page and there was photo after photo of myself. I
looked closer. They ranged from when I was 12 right through until we
finished school. They were the classic school sport team pics, but there
were many small Kodak prints of me at various sporting and school
activities. The nice ones showed me at the swim carnivals, and it was
obvious that my tiny speedos did little to hide my large cock. In fact one
showed a clear outline of my cock head. They were the light blue speedos
mum had bought me when I was 14.  The next page also was filled with photos
of me, including one taken on the night I sucked him off. He and I were
standing side by side, me with my arm around his shoulder. We were not
wearing shirts, and in fact I sensed that we had been naked as the picture
stopped just above out pubic hairline.  "Remember that night?" he asked
looking at me, and pointing to the pic.  "I do. Very well," he continued.
"Do you remember what you did?"  I certainly did and my cock now remembered
also.  With that James turned the page and there were a series of pics
showing me with his cock against my lips, inside my mouth, and shooting
cum.  "That was a great moment in my life," James remarked looking at me
with a grin of feeling.  "I had been wanting you to suck me for ages. I got
Murray to organise the dare with you. Murray's gay you know, like me."  I
looked at him. Then he bent towards me and tried to kiss me. I baulked.  At
that moment his robe fell open and his cock, stiff and leaking came into
view.  "Would you like to do it again?"

Then I noticed that there wasn't a pubic hair anywhere on his body. No hair
at all. He looked just like my Jase, only his cock was smaller.  My mind
raced into confused signals.  One side said quickly yes, suck him and
swallow for old times. The other fought and said that wasn't me. I wasn't
gay. I didn't suck cock.  I bent down and after running my tongue over my
dry lips to moisten them, and gently swallowed the offered cock.  A loud
moan came from James lips. The moans increased as I sucked more and then
with a punch his body stiffened and I was devouring shot after shot of his
cum. I swallowed the lot, and something told me that I was now developing a
new craze for man juice.

I sat up. James had his eyes closed, but the smile on his handsome face was
electric.  "Better than that first time. Much better. Your mouth is
talented, just like your son."  Everything in me froze. I had forgotten
that my prime reason for being in this house was to inquire about James
association with my 13-year-old son.  "He's a very sexy boy. And has a huge
cock, as you now know. He e-mailed me this morning about you sucking him
off last night, and how you jerked off onto his bed."  "Jase has given me a
running commentary about your invasion of his sexual space. He knew that
first day three weeks ago that you had been in his bedroom."  James now
rose and flicked the computer mouse.  There on the screen was a picture of
my son's wastebasket, with all the cum soaked tissues I had left there on
that first visit. Then the pic changed to his bed and the way I had folded
his Pjs. I had folded them with the fly out and his cum stains obvious.
Then there was the pic taken a week later when I had shot my cum on his
bed. Also there were pics of me lying naked beside Jase's mother in our
bed.  The little shit had taken pics with a digital camera. It didn't show
my cock, just my bum.  Then the next pic made me jump. It was me getting
out of the shower, my head covered in a towel as I dried my hair. My cock
was semi-hard. Another followed, side on now and it was obvious that my
cock was large.

James looked at me.  "He wants to suck your cock. And maybe do other things
with you."  I looked at him quizzically.  "Oh, don't be concerned. Jase
does everything. He started with me after his first visit here. I had never
seen such a large cock on a boy his age. And do you realise, he started
shooting cum before his 12th birthday."  My mind raced back to Jase's
birthday party, and I remembered that it was a joyous affair with lots of
young boys (no girls). I remembered that they had all dressed up as either
cowboys or indians. Jase had been an indian with his chest bare and a
little square cover over his cock and arse. Brenda had made it for him.  I
remembered how much pride I had in him, as he looked so beautiful. But I
hadn't thought of him in a sexual way then.

The computer now switched to a photo of the body of a boy lying down on a
mattress. He was hairless with his cock partially hidden. His legs were
raised over to shield his face. His little pink arse hole was in full
view. James flicked the mouse and the next pick showed a large male cock
touching the hole. Then the next showed the head of the cock inside the now
stretched arse. A series followed with the cock pulled out and then fully
hidden, and then finally the cock completely out and shots of cum covered
the hole and the now visible hard boy cock.  I realised it was my son.
James moved his left hand to my crotch and unzipped my fly. I offered no
resistance. My cock was flooding with pre-cum. My body was no longer in
turmoil over the sexuality of my son. I was in full sexual mode. My cock
wanted to be inside that hole. I wanted desperately to fuck my own son.

James bent down and his warm moist lips wrapped around my dripping bobbing
cock. Then he lifted off me. I was shattered.  "No," I cried out. "Suck me,
suck me please."  But James was now naked and had turned around bracing
himself forward on the sofa. His arse, already lubed was pulsing open at
me.  He turned his face to me and mouthed softly," Fuck me. Fuck me,
please."

I turned and my cock made automatic contact with his lubed hole. I plunged
into him and was surprised that my cock entered him so easily. I fucked and
fucked and the feelings and sensations ruching around my body was far, far
better than when I was fucking Brenda. I fucked hard into my former
classmate. I felt on a high. Then I could feel the cum boiling up through
my body and with a hard forceful push I shot my first spurt inside the
man. Then I shuddered some more and fired again and again, and again.  I
fell forward onto him as his face came around. Our lips met and for the
first time in my life I kissed a man, full on the lips. It felt like
nothing I had ever felt before.

A form of fear now charged into my system. I looked at my watch and saw it
was 3pm. I looked at James.  "Perhaps you would like to leave now, rather
than confront Jase this afternoon."  I nodded because my mouth wouldn't
form words.  "Grab a quick shower. The bathrooms over there," and James
pointed to a door near the kitchen.  I now realised that without realising
it my trousers and jocks had fallen to my ankles and my shirt had opened. I
didn't remember any of this undressing.  The shower room was weird. There
were literally hundreds of pics of naked boys and men stuck in a montage on
the walls. The rack beside the toilet was filled with gay mags. Hanging
from a board were a number of condoms, full of cum. It was hard.

I dressed hurriedly as I didn't want to be here when Jase arrived. James
wasn't flustered at all. He looked at a clock on the wall.  "He doesn't
arrive until four," he announced as he picked up the coffee cups and wiped
down the cum from the sofa.

I looked at him in an inquiring fashion.  "Do you want me to tell him about
this afternoon, or do you want me to arrange a more suitable time for you
and he to meet?"

"No. Please say nothing about this afternoon. Let me think a little about
it."

"That's ok. He probably knows anyway. Jase has a sixth sense when it comes
to sex. How about you meet him here on Thursday afternoon. Your wife's away
that day on an overnight trip with her tennis club. You could stay the
night."  Fuck, how did he know so much about myself, and Brenda's
movements? I knew Jase would have told him, and they had probably already
set it up.

As I walked contentedly back to my car I saw the school bus coming down the
street. I ducked in behind a hedge. Jase got off the bus, turned and waved
and spoke to the driver, and then skipped happily to James' house.  My cock
was rigid again and leaking like a sieve.

I sat in my car for ages before driving home.


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