Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2009 06:29:34 -0600
From: Denver Guy <sedenverguy@gmail.com>
Subject: like father, like son, like both

Like father, like son, like it all

I rang the doorbell and stood silently at the door.  I could see my breath
if I puffed a little extra out when I breathed, and did so repeated as I
rocked back and forth, with one hand shoved firmly in my pocket,
occasionally switching to hold the bottle of wine, so each hand had a
chance to warm up.  I will admit I was nervous.  My professor had invited
me to a TA's dinner to thank all his assistants from the fall semester and
my date (aka beard) had cancelled on me at the last minute (the
disadvantage of asking a married woman to join you at a company dinner?
Having her husband get sick the same night you are supposed to go).  So I
stood and puffed, having one slight smile cross my face as I remembered
holding an invisible cigarette to my lips as a kid and puffing like I
thought it was so cool and funny.  I quickly snapped back to the reality
that in about two seconds I would be inside, the only undergrad in the
room, as well as being all alone in couples' land. I clutched the bottle of
wine I had brought, and wondered what was taking so long.  Coming alone I
could handle, I thought, and being the "baby" of the group (as one of the
other TA's had once called me) I would grit my teeth and smile through, but
coming in shivering and blue-lipped might be too much for me.  I reached
once more for the doorbell, but thought twice, not wanting to seem rude to
a guy who was probably my only option for getting into a good grad school,
hopefully the one I already attended.  So I stood and puffed.
	The door finally opened with a rush of warm air, and a burst of
orange-yellow light, coming from the brilliant fire place in the huge
living room right off of the foyer.  I almost said hello to my professor
automatically, when I realized the man standing in front of me, telling me
to come in was not him.  I looked him up and down, and although I knew I
hadn't seen him before, I couldn't quite get the feeling I knew him out of
my head.  I took so long staring at him, trying to place where I knew his
face, I forgot I was making him stand with the door open.
	"You coming in man?" he stood about my height, possibly an inch
shorter or taller.  I couldn't quite tell since he was a step above me in
the door.
	"Oh, yeah, sorry." I stepped inside and the teasing warmth
immediately hit me and flushed my freezing cheeks.  It was then I realized
my ears and nose had almost no feeling in them.
	"Can I take you coat?" I slid my jacket off my shoulders and turned
around to set the wine on the table next to me, surprised when he helped me
get it off and threw it over one arm, thrusting his other out for a
handshake. "There we go.  I'm Thomas, you must be Rob."
	"Yeah, nice to meet you Rob." Whoever you are.
	"I'm Professor Winston's son" I almost didn't register this as my
brain was now paying more attention to the details about him.  He was close
to my height, but slighter in build, though not by much. He definitely had
a wide enough chest and no stick legs, but his waist was not that big and
his lower arms and claves were probably smaller. He has cute hair, brown,
slightly shaggy and floppy, parted poorly at the side, like mine but a
deeper brown, and not as curly. And his eyes were blue to my hazel.  Uh-oh,
how long had I been staring?
	"Sorry, it's just...I have the feeling I have met you."
	"You probably just saw my pictures in my dad's office.  He is a big
sap and keeps all my graduation pictures where ever he might happen to sit
for five minutes. I have never seen such a display of sobbing from such a
big man." We both laughed, and I could see the smile that was in so many
pictures in that office.  Maybe that was where I knew him from, even though
he looked different and a few years older in person.  I would have placed
him around 23 to my 21. "Well come on in.  Everyone is having a pre-dinner
cocktail.  I need one bad if I have to share a meal with the couples." His
annoyed emphasis at the last word made me release a little more of the
breath I was holding since I'd arrived. At least I was not the only one
with out a date.
	I made my way into the living room, where the other TA's and their
wives, husbands, girlfriends and boyfriends all sat one the long L-shaped
upholstered brown couch, looking almost black in the low lights.  I was
surprised when Thomas continued to converse with me as he offered and made
me a drink.  I am an extreme light-weight when it comes to drinking (much
prefer a bring rip lol) and so I ordered a gin and tonic, knowing that I
disliked it, and would be able to sip all night and still not finish it.
	"Ah come on man, you don't want a g&t, you want something that will
warm you up.  How bout a hot rum and cider? Chuck makes a batch at every
one of these torture sessions." I accepted, half out of admiration for this
guy's nice attitude and way of keeping me involved, half out of shock that
he'd just called his father `Chuck.' Even his fellow colleagues called him
Professor Winston or Charles.
	He poured two and walked with me to the couch, sitting next to me,
but with enough space so we would not die of the heat, since the fire was
already baking all of us a little in our sport coats and ties.  Thomas (who
by now was insisting I call him Tom) seemed to have gotten off a little
easier, with his blue v-neck sweater and khakis.  God that sweater made his
eyes look amazing, especially when he would crack up at one of the stupid
and inappropriate things that poured out of me under my breath.  After the
first few kept him interested, my slightly acerbic wit kicked in with the
really easy to imbibe cider, and I was softly sliding joke after joke in,
half at my own expense, and half at the expense of some of the uptight
assholes who made up the other TAs.  I realized after I saw the bottom of
my glass that I had yet to see the professor, and asked where he was.
	"Probably cooking up a storm in the kitchen, he is waaay too
controlling to let a caterer cook his dinners." This didn't surprise me, as
he always brought his own lunches, and often made one for me, explaining
that `dorm food is not made for human consumption, so until I was off
campus or married, I was screwed.' He had a weird sense of humor his son
seemed to share.
	"Maybe I should go see if he needs any help"
	"Sounds like a plan, it is just down through the door off of the
dining room.  I'm gonna hit the john and I'll meet you in there. God, Chuck
would kill me if he heard me call it that." We laughed and separated.
	I entered the kitchen and was surprised to see that a less formal
dining table already contained what looked like a completed meal on many
platters.  I scanned the room and saw Professor Winston standing in front
of the oven, about to pull out the huge turkey. Just as he went to set the
hot metal pan down a corner slipped and the bird began to slide dangerously
close to falling to the floor.  Before the professor could get the pan out
of harm's way, I had already appeared at his side and grabbed the scalding
hot bird, quickly moving it to the cutting board.
	`ROB! Good catch! If you didn't decide to go to grad school for
writing, you might have a future in baseball. I hope you didn't burn your
hands though, this bird is hot!" I looked up at him and was surprised to
see his usual suit and tie had been replaced by a charcoal sweater the
style of his son's with a pair of lighter grey slacks.  His slightly
graying hair and sharp blue eyes, darker than his son's, had more of a
smile to them than usual, and he was a very smiley man.
	"Teflon hands Professor.  The advantage of putting myself through
school for three years as a waiter."
	"We aren't in school Rob, call me Charles, or if you want to get a
dutch rub like my son, call me chuck." He laughed.
	"A dutch rub?" I knew as soon as I said it that asking was a bad
idea, as he quickly through one arm around my neck and rubbed his fist over
my hair, what I knew as a noogie.  While I regretted the fact that my
already unruly brown way hair was now going to look like I'd stuck my
finger in a socket, his mere touch excited me and caused a tightening in my
own dark grey slacks. See, I had not only picked Professor Winston as the
professor to impress by senior year due to his many published works, or
interesting teaching style, but also because he was a hot guy.  Over twenty
years my senior? Yes, but still in great shape, with a very hot brown
goatee and crazy amount of charisma. I broke free as soon as I could, and
laughed, flattening my hair. "I knew better than to ask that I guess.  You
need any help?"
	"Only carrying it out there now, if you start with the sides, I
will plate the poultry. Tom was supposed to help, but my delinquent son has
disappeared, most likely to hit on some poor, unsuspecting-"
	"Talking bad about me behind my back, eh Chuck?" Tom walked in and
grappled with his dad, both trying to "dutch rub" the other.  It was so
strange to see my hot, amazing professor cut loose and really enjoy himself
and his family in front of me with no qualms.  It made him that much hotter
too.  As they separated Tom, put an arm over my shoulder and moved me to
the table to help him carry, and I felt a bolt of electricity similar to
what had happened when Profes- Charles "rubbed" me.  Tom was cute...and
much closer to my age range...and very nice...and touchy feely.
	As soon as we began to enter with food, all the fellow TA's grabbed
a plate and helped, so that it ended up with each of us only carrying one
thing.  Total there were now 13 people trying to fit around his large, but
still crowded dining table, and somehow, (lucky me) I got stuck at the
opposite end from the professor, sitting next to Tom.  Through all of the
next 90 minutes he kept me smiling and I kept him laughing, as my crush
slowly worked from the silver fox at the end, who had 5 other TA's vying
for his attention, to his hunky son, who has my full attention.  Once the
main course was through, and everyone was stuffed, two of the couples had
to leave before dessert and dessert wine (which Tom and Charles both
thanked me for) so they could relieve babysitters.  Now with only 9 of us,
some chairs were removed, and two couples even moved to the couch to
discuss baby plans and home buying issues, while the last couple (just off
of their honeymoon) began to get lovey dovey.  The two ciders and twi
glasses of wine after dinner had me feeling no pain, and I had began full
out flirting with Tom, who now had his hand on my leg, and was whispering
half of everything he said.  I was definitely smitten, and had his father,
my boss, not been sitting 10 feet away, I would likely be offering to meet
him in his bedroom in five for a hot drunken blow job or, even better, a
quickie in the powder room.
	"Rob!" I jumped, as Tom's hand had been sliding higher, and I was
sure the reason for his father calling my name was to kick me out.  "My
brat of a son has been monopolizing you! Come talk to me!" I looked at Tom
with a `I wanna stay, but what cah I do?' look, and he winked at me and
flipped off his father before assuring me it was alright and this would
give him a chance to freshen up anyway.  As we both rose to separate, I
noticed the bulge in his slacks was at least as hard as mine right now, and
possibly much bigger.  I sighed, and moved back to my professor.
	"So Rob, you and my boy Tommy seem to be getting along pretty
well." I wondered if he could see my erection through the dining table.
	"He's really nice sir.  You raised a great son." REALLY nice ?
	"Thanks Rob, you know I think you are pretty great too.  You have
been so much help to me this year.  You really are a talented writer, but
more than that, you have an eye for detail and a sharp tongue, you'd make a
great professor some day, between book tours of course." He laughed and my
dick twitched.  My idol was telling me I had a future in my dream field,
and telling me he thought I'd be a good teacher, which, as any teacher
knows, is the highest compliment they can give.
	"Thank you sir, I mean, Charles" That laugh again. "It means a lot
that you say that, I think you are an amazing man, and I only hope I can
achieve a small amount of what you have accomplished." I realize how brown
nosey this sounds, but I think the sincerity in my voice made him see that
I meant every word. He clasped a hand on my neck and pulled me very close
to him, as I jumped slightly at his touch.  Another bolt shot from my brain
all the way to my toes and back to my dick.
	"Son, you will achieve anything you set your mind to I'm sure. You
know why I picked you to be my assistant? I could tell you had drive.
Something that reminds me of me when I was your age.  I know you are here
on scholarship, and have had full time jobs to pay the rest while you work,
but you are on time every day with new and exciting incites on what we are
working on.  You'd make any parent proud.  You know, when Tommy's mom died,
he was only six, and I worried that traveling as an author and teaching
that I wouldn't be able to give him the life he deserved, but I look at him
now and I am so proud, and I think about how he has had every advantage I
could give him, and you are just as honorable and kind, and you've fought
for everything you've achieved.  Maybe you can help him learn that drive
and passion." Even as my penis got miraculously harder at the thought I was
so moved by what he said...not to mention turned on.  Our heads were
literally inches apart, and his mesmerizing eyes kept calling out to me
`just kiss him and let it all out.'  I pulled back though and smiled as I
struggled to regain control of myself.
	"You're too kind sir." He leaned in again and I thought for a
moment that we might actually get to kiss, when the newlyweds announced it
was time for them to hit the road, since the snow had now turned to almost
a blizzard, and the other couples decided it was a good idea as well.
Happy holidays and merry Christmases were bandied about, and coats were put
on as one, two, three couples disappeared in the snow, and I began to look
for Tom to say goodbye. He appeared (quite serendipitously) as soon as the
last couple was out the door.
	"You're not leaving too, are you? I wanted you to hear that band I
was telling you about." I at first was stumped, since we had not talked
about any band in particular all night, until I waded out of the fog of
alcohol and realized he meant something much more fun.
	"Of course not, if you'll excuse me Charles, I think I will go
sober up a little and listen to this band."
	"Have fun boys" Charles called after us, as Tom already had me
halfway up the stairs to his room.  Once the door was closed, he turned to
me, and came wickedly close to me, but stopped just short.  It was not the
immediate passion that I'd expected, this was much hotter, as his hands
held my arms as my side and his chest pressed against mine.
	"As much fun as a quicky might be right now, I think I want to play
with you for awhile, so why don't you go down and say good night to my
father, and let him know that I offered to let you stay in the quest room
since the roads are getting worse and you are still too inebriated to
drive." He began to kiss the nape of my neck as soon as he finished
speaking, and I was barely able to squeak out an affirmative response,
before he turned me to the door and slapped my ass as he pushed me out,
saying "don't be too long, but I am in no hurry, and Chuck will want to
share a glass of wine before you hit the sack, so just knock when you are
back." One more smile and a hot French kiss and I was dazedly wandering
down the stairs, readjusting my clothes and cock both before his dad saw me
again.  This was way too good.
	Chuck was not in the dining area or living room when I appeared
downstairs, so I went into the kitchen and saw him depositing the last of
the dishes into the dish washer.
	"Charles, you should have let me help you do the dishes!"
	"No dishes to do son." I ached whenever he called me that for some
reason. "The advantage of an industrial size dishwasher.  I hope you are
not thinking of driving at this point, you look as if you might fall over
with one more drink in you, and the roads are in awful condition. Why don't
you stay in the guest room tonight?" I laughed.
	"Sounds good Charles, I was just about to say that Tom had offered
the the same thing only a few minutes ago." We both laughed this time.
	"He's a smart kid." The way he said that made me think he knew what
Tom's oh-so-brilliant plan might be, but I pushed it aside as he
continued. "Lets have one more glass of wine and finish this bottle before
we go to bed, huh?" two glasses of wine later and somehow another bottle
had been opened.  I was now pleasantly drunk, but not sloppy by any means,
and Charles was much looser of tongue, making fun of all the couples at
dinner tonight.
	"...and Bianca and Eric were acting like teenagers the whole time!
I almost expected her to `drop her fork' and disappear under the table just
long enough for him to pop one!" I was laughing so hard I could barely
stand and almost fell to the floor, as Charles suggested we move to the
couch.  God it was sexy watching his tight ass in front of me as we
sauntered to the living room.  I could see where his son got his good
genes...and good jean fillers ;)
	"You Rob, I was not entirely honest when I told you why I picked
you to be my first undergrad TA, want to know the other reason.  I nodded
yes as I drank from my once again refilled glass. "I read a story you wrote
about a young boy's sexual awakening with his best friend's father,
powerful stuff." I froze.  I had written that story for a local indie paper
and it had been published anonymously, so how could he know it was my
story.  At least he didn't know it was me who was the boy.
	"Why don't you tell em about what it was like having your first
sexual experience with a man who was older than you by so much? Especially
one who obviously loved you, at least if the story really is true."  Oh
god, he knew it was about me, and here he is asking about how I lost my
virginity to an older man.  I was hard and leaking, and we were so close on
the couch, and with all the liquor, it all came out like the flood gates
were undone.
	"My friend George and I had sleepovers when I was around 13 and 14
and we'd experimented to a certain extent. You know, uh..." I couldn't get
THOSE words out though.
	"Sucking...Jerking?"  He was close enough to whisper it now, and
one hands was running up and down one of my arms, as the fire got dimmer.
	"Yeah mostly...sucking, but...one night his father caught me
getting his son to uh, suck me, and uh, I saw him-" "What did he look
like?"  "he was very tall sir, about 6'4".  Lean, but muscly, with a slight
beard and a slightly longer blondish hair.  He had a bit of a hippie
look...but uh, as he uh, watch he... he just shushed me as his son finished
blowing me and swallowing my...uh..."
	"Cum?" Oh god I am gonna cream my pants if he says that again.
	"Yes, that, and um, he waited till we went to sleep and then woke
me quietly and had me come to the basement with him. They had a really nice
finished basement with an open quest bed area and sitting room. He sat in
one of the chairs and ad me, um, strip...for him.  By then I was so hard-
	"Like you are now?" All of a sudden I realized the professor had
set down his wine and taken mine away and was feeling my hard dick while
the other hand massaged my neck.
	"Oh fuck yes...sorry sir, I mean Charles, yes, like...now...and he
also undressed and had me explore his body, showing me what, as he called
it, `a real man can do.' He showed me that night how to deep throat, and
eat an...um, eat an ass, and even finger myself, with more than one finger
even and...uh...he had me swallow his cum and he swallowed mine.  He even
let me put his dick in him and fuck him for about 30 seconds." The
professor had both our pants open and had moved my hand into his pants as
he unbuttoned and removed first my coat, then tie and finally shirt,
leaving me in a wifebeater, open slacks, briefs and socks (my shoes never
made it to the couch in the first place).  His hands were all over me now,
pulling me close to him but not letting me kiss him or stop my story unless
he had questions.
	"He let you fuck him, did he ever..." I knew he wanted me to
continue my memory and his thought now, so he could claim it was my idea
probably.
	"Fuck me? Yes sir, one night a month or two later.  He had me
practice with vegetables and hairbrush handles, anything that would stretch
me out before he finally held my legs back and penetrated me on their guest
bed." He was all over me now, and I could barely talk as one hand slide
down my back and a single finger entered my taut, slightly sweaty asshole
(from the heat of the fire, and the heat of the unexpected sex).  I was
gasping for air as I peeled off his sweater and manhandled his pecs and
privates, sheathing and unsheathing his wide uncut meat and watching his
loose gigantic balls hypnotizing me with every sway. Some how he got us
standing and undressed me as I undress him, all the while keeping at least
one hand on or in my ass, and causing me to moan and thrust against him as
we finally returned to our natural beauty.
	"Did you like having that strong man show you what a man can do
Robby, my son?" It was that moment I realized he had known all along that
calling me son made me rock hard for him.
	"Oh yes sir, I mean Charl-"
	" Sir is just fine son" He had three fingers in my mouth suddenly,
and I instinctively knew to cover them in saliva.  God I was getting a lot
of hot guys who wanted to fuck me for not having one for at least two years
before this. "Do you want to have me remind you now what a strong man can
do?"
	"Oh yes, please sir."  He spun me around so fast I gasped aloud, as
the hand previously three knuckles deep in my mouth now pried open my ass
cheeks and was stretching me so much wider than it had been in years.  The
other hand had me under the chin, pulled back so my full rear side was in
contact with his strong, hairy chest and crotch.  His stubble scratched my
hair line as he kissed my neck and ear and whispered, "be careful what you
wish for son."
	Suddenly I was thrust forward at the waist, bent in half over the
arm of the couch, and I could feel the bulbous head of his cock slowly
force its way into my ass.  Luckily being mostly drunk made me so relaxed,
that as he continued his assault, slowly but surely, he never had to stop
until he was balls deep inside me.  I was dripping so much precum on his
couch cushions it was obscene.  I had never dreamed this would happen.  My
most erotic dream usually consisted of him kissing me during lunch, or me
somehow getting to see him jerk off in a faculty bathroom somewhere.
Instead, he was balls deep in me, moving in and out in slow thrusts, going
from an inch at a time to long dicking me.  After a about five minutes I
was insane with lust, and his dick rubbing my prostate was making me leak
to the point where I figured the couch would absolutely need ot be thrown
out when I moaned out "Fuck me sir, show me that you really are a strong,
real man, and all that you can do."
	"Damn that's hot." That was the last thing I understood, as I
became his playtoy.  Now I am no twink.  I am 6'1, close to 200 pounds,
flat stomach, if not ripped, but I still have large arms and legs, due to
genetics, and yet some how this 6'3", 185 pound man was able to throw me
around like a doll.  He had me on my back, doggy style, standing, up
against the mantle, on the floor, with both legs behind my head.  I
probably pulled 8-10 muscle groups, but I was so into his pounding that all
I felt was his dick in my ass, and my fingers clawing his hips to fill me
more and more.  Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to
millennia.  Finally, back in doggy style, I was unable to hold it in any
longer.
	Uh...uh...uh...sir...I...oh...I'm...uh...gonna...uh...fuckin...oh
god...I'm...gonna...cuuum." I shot every where, each spurt coinciding with
a thrust from his big dick, until about 5 shots in he decided to join me.
	"Yeah take my load son, take it, TAKE IT!"  It felt like a fire
house going off in my ass, as shot after shot forced its way deep inside.
20-25 humps later, he dropped on top of my back, both of us covered in
sweat and my front in a huge puddle of cum, as well as the puddle slowly
flowing out of me around his still bloated dick.
	"So did I prove what a man can do Robby boy?"
	"Oh yes sir, Charles, god yes.  That was...fucking incredible."  We
both laughed at my use of profanity now that we were no longer headstrong
in lust.  He kissed my neck and bit lightly nears my ears and chin, until a
few minutes later, he peeled himself off and grabbed my hand to help me up
onto my shaking legs.
	"Well, I would offer to show you again and keep proving it all
night, but you need to shower and get some strength back before you go fuck
my son." Oh my god, in all the chaos of his taking me, I forgot there was
another extremely hot stud waiting upstairs to do the same thing...who
needs sleep anyway? We ascended the stairs, one of his fingers plugging my
asshole to keep the cum from running out, and he handed me a towel from the
closet at the top before pushing me toward Tom's bedroom door.  I opened it
to see Tom, asleep in his bed, naked and hard as a rock.  I turned to say
good night to Charles, in the hope for one last kiss, but he had already
disappeared into his room and I could hear the hot water being turned on in
his bath.  I was tempted to wake up his son with a slow blow job, or go for
the less appropriate option and just sit on his dick using his dad's cum
load as lube, but I didn't know if he was even in the mood to play now, so
instead I snuck past his bed, into the attached bath, and began to run the
hot water.  As I bent over to test it, I felt a dribble of cum escape, and
almost jumped out of my skin as I felt a finger, not as thick as Charles',
wipe it up and shove it back in.
	"Well, I see dad won the bet to see who could fuck you first, but I
bet he still hasn't won the competition to see who you'd fuck first, and I
still love to pound a well prepared ass." One hand was reaching around me
as the other kept fingering me, eliciting sighs and moans from me.  I
turned and realized that up close, it looked like Tom might have his dad
beat in the dick department, and the time was only 1 am...it was going to
be a loooooong night...but that's the next chapter ?

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