Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2017 22:11:38 -0500
From: Carl Williams <txs.lore@gmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break is Good Too 2

Spring Break is Good Too 2

By Carl ,   txs.lore@gmail.com

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Spring Break is Good Too 2

Sundays have always meant a special breakfast.  Before Jason's mother left,
I would get up and head for the kitchen.  As soon as the coffee took
effect, I got after it.  It was a big family breakfast that lasted usually
through lunchtime.  In the fall, we would get it wrapped up by the time the
NFL games got started.  When it was just me and Jason, he wouldn't even
mind waking up to share breakfast.   Not that he got dressed, or brushed
his hair, or do much more than pee and brush his teeth.  Even now when
Jason is off to college, I still have to get up and treat myself to a big
fancy breakfast.

A normal morning meant a bowl of cereal, a little toast or English muffin
or anything else that I could grab and go.   Sunday mornings meant waffles,
pancakes, omelets, bacon & eggs, or even some secret recipe savory
barley.  This
morning was going to be eggs benedict -- open faced English muffins with
Canadian bacon, Hollandaise and garnished just right.   I end up making
more Hollandaise than I really need but that is the recipe I know.  I was
just thinking about having to make extra when I heard the side door open.  Over
the years, Jason's friends learned to never knock, especially David.  And
it was David coming in.

I couldn't give up whisking the Hollandaise, so I stay in front of the
stove.  David came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and put his
chin on my shoulder.   I had nothing on my but an old worn pair of
tighty-whiteys.  His hands grabbed my belly and shook it a little.  It made
my balls bounce and I had to laugh at the feeling.  He was almost purring
as he rubbed my belly, sticking a finger in my belly button and pressing
his front to my back nice and tight.  I couldn't quite tell if those were
his keys or it that was his boner pressing against my butt.  After about
five minutes of him hanging on me, I finally said "Good Morning".

We started talking, mostly about breakfast, and such things.  Every so
often, David would say something about my underwear, or that I lacked
clothes, or I looked good almost naked  - - for a dad.   The sauce was
done, the eggs came out perfect, the English muffins had pretty severe
toast on them.  I put them together and we sat down to eat.  It was the
first time he had even tried them.  He was a pancake man when he had
breakfast with us in the past.  And he devoured his and I still had half of
mine left.  I let him lick the bowl.  There was a little Hollandaise left.  He
scooped it with his fingers and commented how it looked like cum.   I had a
little shiver when after he said that, he cleaned it off his fingers with
his tongue.   He has such a great gleam in his eye that I just wanted to
grab him and hug him.

And as I was looking in his eyes, I could see where he was looking.  My
whitey-tighteys weren't exactly tight, and my balls could be seen.  I could
feel a bit of a breeze but I swear I could feel his eyes too.

A new pot of coffee, a quick rinse of the plates, and a good warm hug and
then a kiss.   His lips tasted like breakfast, but I could smell his
cologne.  I realized it was what I had given him at Christmas.  It did work
on him so good.  Tropical spice and woody, and it did mix with his natural
scent.  I think now of how many times he and Jason would get all sweaty and
worked up.  The scent of the boys was so strong, hot and musky.

We were going to go in and sit on the couch.  We made it to the living room.
He grabbed me from behind again and held on.  He tells me that he had fun
the other day.  I did too.  Then he said it was more than just fun, that it
meant more to him than just fun.  I was encouraging him to talk about it.  And
then he slid his hands down.  His right hand gently but firmly grabbed my
balls.  Now it was me purring like a big ol' cat.   I had to laugh a little
bit about my own thought that he really knew how to play with balls.   I
realized that since he had a pair, he had gotten a lot of practice.  Most
of my experience has been with girls and women who were as much afraid of
touching a scrotum of balls as they were sexually interested in the touch.  I
was enjoying the massage and then he slid his other hand inside of my
underwear.   David's hand was smooth and soft yet had a strong full grip.  He
held and pulled my balls and boner.  He squeezed my dick and gave a little
sound of pleasure.  He rolled each ball.  He pulled on my scrotum, and he
pressed a flattened hand against all my junk.

He stoked me, three or four times like he was going to jack me.  Then he
came around to face me.  And we immediately locked into a massive kiss.  Our
tongues twisted and played, I went as deep as I could in his mouth.   And
he sucked on my tongue.   Our tongues reacted when he would grab my butt.   He
let his fingers find my butt crack and teased my hole.  He had me standing
on my tip toes and struggling to breath in enough air while we were still
locked in the kiss.  He pulled my butt cheeks apart and lifted me up.  It
caused my hole to convulse and twitch.  And as he pulled, my boner was
pressing into him.

I felt my underwear fall to the floor.  I stepped out of them and the
thought of me being completely naked swept over me like an ocean wave.  His
hands were all over me.  They would reach up and rub my back only to
quickly move back to my butt.  He would lean to the side and he would bring
his hand to my dick and play around.  He felt the precum and he spoke as we
were still kissing, "You are so wet!"  His hands moved over my chest,
stopping to give my nipples a quick squeeze and then move on.  He played
with my belly button and my roll of daddy belly as much as he did my
nipples.  And he wouldn't stray from a hand on my junk or butt.

He started to sink.  He slinked down the front of me.  Kissing and letting
his tongue slide down the middle of my chest and belly.    I was shaking as
his face got close to my dick.  In my mind, I was begging him to suck me.  I
was also afraid that I would be shooting almost as soon as he started.   He
face was in my pubes.  He moved his face around and breathed in.  He said
that I smelled so much like a man.  I'm glad to know that!  I sure don't
want to smell like a pussy.  He did say that it was a manly scent rather
than how a boy smells.

He moved his head back and he held the base of my dick.  It was pointing
out straight.  David flicked his tongue on the tip of my dick and it was
making me twitch.  I don't know if I said it out loud but I was begging him
to start to suck me.  After a second or two of not touching me at all, his
mouth devoured my boner.  Even if I knew it was coming, it made me scream
out loud when I felt my boner engulfed in his hot wet mouth.   With my
dickhead hitting the back of his throat, when he started to laugh at my
reaction, it felt like my vibrator working on my boner.  I was sure I was
going to shoot in just a few glorious minutes.

I knew my knees would be collapsing, so I worked so that I could fall back
on the couch.   I was sprawled out and David took the time to pull my legs
apart, then pull my scrotum from underneath me.  And he rubbed my boner on
his cheeks.  I did notice that he did have enough whiskers that he needed
to shave.  They weren't all that visible but against my boner, I felt each
whisker.

It was like he knew I was close to shooting, he joined me on the couch and
we kissed a few more times.  Now, he tasted like my dick, or my precum.   He
put a leg over mine, his shirt rubbed against my chest.  My hand could feel
the stiches in the back pockets of his jeans.  And I had a strong thought,
or realization.   David hadn't even taken off his shoes and here I was
completely naked, completely exposed, and completely under his control. It
was a new feeling.  It was completely different than any other sexual event
I had ever been part of.   I felt so naked.  I was loving it but I had just
realized how it was making me feel.  And with my legs spread so far apart,
the feeling was even that more dramatic.

As we went along, I kept leaking more precum, I think more than I ever had.
And David kept his hands moving all over me.   I also worked on trying to
get him naked.  It didn't take all that much to get his shirt over his head.
He kicked his shoes off.  His skinny jeans presented an awful
challenge.  Unbuttoning
and unzipping was easy enough, although, it really didn't give much access.
It was trying to pry and peel the jeans down his legs that was so hard.  I
was working them down his butt and I leaned up to try to get leverage.  That
is when his boy scent hit me.  It is a pungent, musky, biting but clean
scent.  I recognize it from coming from Jason's room and from assorted
other nests that they explored.  A scent of fresh cum and sweat that is so
distinctive from Jason's.

I was breathing it in deeply as I tugged and pulled his jeans down.  I was
making progress but I was distracted and I put my lips on his chest.   I
quickly found his nipple.  They were no bigger than a dime with a cute
little but very erect nipple poking out.   I licked it, I teased it with my
tongue and then I started sucking on it like I might actually get some
fluid.  David's moan was short and he responded by saying "Oh you like that!
Well then."  And he pushed me back on the couch.  He went right to my
nipples.  Mine are much bigger, the size of a 50 cent piece, dark with just
a few hairs circling it.  My dad bod had given me some manboobs but it
turned out to be a delight for David.   He nibbled and sucked, flicked his
tongue, engulf as much as he could into his mouth, and he went back and
forth to show no favoritism for either nipple.  A few little bites made me
jump in pain.  David has one little tooth up front on the bottom that is
just a little crooked.   I don't think he meant it but that tooth snagged
my nipple a little too much.

When David leaned back to take a breath, he wiped the wetness from his face.
I started trying to get his jeans off again and I told him he had to help
me get him naked.  I was a little surprised that he was taking almost as
much time as I was to take them off.   It was pulling, scraping, dragging,
flinging, and other body motions but we finally got the jeans off all the
way.  All he had on now was a pair of flyless undies.  They were cut low on
his hips with a thin waistband.  They looked more like panties than undies
to me.   They were barely covering his boner.  And how it was keeping it
tight against his body was amazing, especially when you saw his boner
almost explode out of his underwear.  Finally, with a little shimmy and a
bit of a shake, he was able to step out of his underwear and get us both
naked.

When David moved in and laid his body on top of mine, it felt like I had
just slipped into a hot bath.  The warm and softness of his skin just
enveloped me.   My hands were grabbing and rubbing all up and down him.  I
believe that his butt was designed for my hands.  Each cheek seemed to fill
my hand exactly as I squeezed and caressed it.  With my help, David started
rubbing our dicks together.  I had control over his movements by using his
butt as a handle.   I could feel boner on boner and his balls would stroke
my dick on the long deep strokes.  David got good at knowing when to thrust
to get the most out of it.

David had been keeping me excited since he got here.  I was closer to
cuming than he ever thought.   As he was asking if I wanted to fuck him
again, I just couldn't hang on any longer. I sat up quickly.  I thought I
might get my boner in him if I hurried but I started to shoot cum all over
his belly and chest.  I had a few additional contractions at the end.  I
laid beside him, completely spent.  I rubbed his leg as much as I could
reach.  The thing is, he wasn't done.  As he rolled to his side, he started
humping my leg.   He told me that he needed to get off.  He need to cum, he
was too horny and hot to quit.   I told him that I could jack him, or suck
him, or, if he wanted to, he could fuck me.

I had my fingers, and doctor's fingers and their toys, and Jason's mother
even tried once to put fingers in my butt hole.  I had even managed to make
myself cum doing that on a deck overlooking a mountain lake, but I never
had a dick in my butt.  (Well, other than the neighbor boy when we were
about 8.  At least I think he was in)

David jumped up.  He knew what he wanted to do.  He couldn't believe that I
would actually offer that.  He did say it was probably fair based on the
other night.  As he was moving around, I told him I didn't know how I would
react, so go slow at first.  He asked me if this was my first time too.

He told me he wanted to do it with a condom.  I haven't have a condom for
years.  He told me to wait just a second and he jumped up and pranced down
the hall to Jason's room.  I loved watching his naked body bounce down the
hall and back.  It was even nicer when his boner stood out so predominately.
He came back so quickly that I could tell he just grabbed and ran back, he
didn't have to look around.  He brought back a half dozen condoms and a
nasty bottle of lube.

 We moved the cushions around on the floor.  He knew what he was doing.  I
had boned up again.  His boner was twitching with every beat of his
heart.  Tearing
the condom wrapper in his teeth, he put the condom on in what looked like
one swift move.   I was a bit taken aback, when his boner was aimed at me,
it was covered in a slime green color that was pretty dramatic.  I wasn't
sure that it wouldn't glow in the dark.

David moved me around on the floor, made sure my butt was high enough, made
sure I was comfortable.  Then he flipped the top of the lube, stuck the top
into my hole and squeezed!  I was sure that he used the entire bottle.  I
felt filled up right away.  He made sure I was all lubed up as he poked a
single finger in my hole.  I could hear the squishiness, I could feel some
of the lube run out and along my butt.  David looked at me, smiled hugely,
walked on his knees between my legs, and he grabbed the bass of that giant
green dick.  He lined up and pushed.  I think he probably only went in a
few inches but I swear it felt like he just stuck his entire right leg up
my butt.

He did pause, not really long enough.  And I felt another wave of pain.   He
dug into the carpet and made another push.  This time, his boner hit my
prostate straight on.  I gasped and was frozen for a few seconds.   I had
to come back as David started working his dick in and out of me.  As soon
as he thought it was all lubed up and lined up, he would hit it hard and
fast.    He hit my prostate on many thrusts.  But he also fell out of my
hole more than a few times.  He apologized more than once, saying that he
wasn't used to "this side of a fuck".

There was no way that I wanted him to stop but he was driving me right up
to the edge.  I squeezed my butt cheeks and I guess that also squeezed down
on his boner.  He reacted like I had down him right.   I could feel another
cum build inside of me and was thinking I was going to get to shoot
again.  That
is right as David was sputtering about that he was going to cum.  He stayed
in me as he unloaded.   He pushed his dick as deep as he could and I could
feel each shot.

He had no more than pull out and lay down to my side when he was
desperately trying to pull the condom off.   It was a hefty load when he
handed it to me.

I would love to know what you think.  Please email and let me know, good or
bad, I'd like to hear.

txs.lore@gmail.com    Thanks, Carl