Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2000 10:36:03 EST
From: Markin619@aol.com
Subject: UCLA Dad  Part 5

				 UCLA Dad

				  Part 5


	Todd and I slept late.  I don't think either of us stirred until
nine Sunday morning, Frankie.  We had shifted positions a number of times
during the night and now were spooned on our right sides with my front
against his back, my morning woody nestled snuggly in his butt crack.
Reaching my hand around, I found that my son's cock was similarly engorged.
His breathing indicated that he was still asleep.

	I need to take a piss real bad so I gently eased myself out of bed,
went and relieved myself and slipped back into bed. I slid my still-hard
dick back into Todd's warm butt crack and reached for his cock again.  He
stirred slightly.

	I gently pulled up and down on his rigid dick, getting his skin to
slide back and forth over his cock head. My first finger concentrated on
his piss slit to catch the first drop of morning dew.  It wasn't long in
coming.

	"Mmmmmmmmmm," Todd was waking.

	My finger swirled around his cock head and in return, he wiggled
his butt against his Dad's hard cock.  I was already leaking too, Frankie.

	"Nice way to wake up, Dad," Todd yawned.

	"I know, son."

	I hugged him tightly and kissed the back of his neck.

	"Good morning, Todd."

	My hand returned to his cock and balls, my fingers brushing lightly
all over his delicate flesh. I gripped his cock with my fist again, slowly
and gently jacking his thick, fleshy cock.  He moaned softly.

	At the same time, he was working my juicy cock back and forth in
his ass crack, at the same speed and rhythm I was working his big dick.  It
was my turn to moan softly.

	Todd rolled over to face me and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

	"Good morning, Dad."

	All I could do was smile.

 	Todd's hands were under the covers, one gently stroking my swollen
meat.  I could sense his other fondling his own engorged manhood.  He edged
us closer together and our two rods met.  His smooth hands encircled both
or of our hard members.  Each oozed warm, slick pre-cum, making Todd's
motions on our two cocks audible through the bedcovers.

	He kept this up for what seemed like a blissful eternity before
pulling the covers off both of us.  We both looked down to see the love
juice that had been so audible and erotic.  Todd, still in control, aimed
the hooded head of his cock at my naked one and with a gentle stoke, pulled
me inside his warm foreskin.  I could feel our juices flowing freely and
mixing together effortlessly.

	Todd kept a firm grip on our cocks as he began slowly stroking
them, head to head, covered by his skin.  I could see and feel myself
docked inside my son.

	"Oh, Todd, you know how I crave your skin."

	"Yes, Dad.  Thank you for letting me keep it.  I want you to enjoy
it as much as I do."

	And I was.

	Slowly and gently he worked our cocks together with both hands,
back and forth with the skin slipping deliciously over my cock head.  Oh
man, if I couldn't have a skin of my own, at least both my sons have them
for me to enjoy.

	And I was.

	We kissed each other now as Todd continued to work our hard dicks,
still head to head, covered by his skin.  My hands reached for his face and
my tongue probed deeply into his mouth.

	We both tensed and Todd stopped his motion.  He held our two cocks
tightly together. I felt his strong tongue probe the depths of my mouth.
We both had to break to catch a breath.

	His hands resumed the methodical rhythmic movement on our juicy
cocks. As his tool became stiffer and stiffer, he was having difficulty
keeping enough loose skin to cover our cock heads.  But that didn't seem to
phase him and I knew he was close to cumming.

	And I was.

	He picked up the pace and, unable to keep our heads covered by skin
any longer, positioned our two cocks alongside one another.  There we were,
shaft-to-shaft, our pricks encircled and held tightly in his hands.  Then
he began his motions anew.  He pumped longer and harder and I could feel
the beginnings of an orgasm building up inside me.


	I started squirm but he kept the rhythm steady and determined.  I
was close to losing it but wanted to hold out until my son was also ready.
I watched as Todd's huge cock head grew even larger, swollen to a purple
knob.  He started to spasm now and his breath became irregular.  That was
my cue and I soon exploded in five shots in rapid succession, bathing his
pubic patch in milky fluid.  Todd's first volley hit my chest as I was
still shooting.  His second was even stronger and it hit my right nipple.
He continued to spasm for a full minute.

	We separated and rolled onto our backs and remained that way for a
good five minutes until I interrupted the silence.

	"Thanks, Todd.  That was good."

	"For me too."

	After a few more quiet moments, I asked: "What do you say we get
cleaned up?"

	With that, we headed to the shower and took turns washing each
other, both of us growing hard again in the process.  I couldn't resist and
got down on my knees under the warm water and took Todd's firm cock in my
mouth and down my throat.  He leaned against the shower wall as I took the
challenge to see if I could bring my son to orgasm a second time in less
than 15 minutes.

	As I worked his dick in and out of my throat, I slipped a soapy
finger up his ass and aimed for his prostate.  He shuddered as I found it
and massaged it gently.  In just a few seconds, he started bucking his
hips.

	"Oh, Dad!  I'm going to shoot again. Oh, fuck!"

	I felt his warm, sweet cum in my throat and swallowed it quickly.
It was a good-sized deposit, considering the big load he had so recently
shot.

	"That finished me off for a week, Dad."

	"Oh, I doubt that, Todd.  You'll be ready to go again in a couple
of hours. I know I was at your age."

	"Yes, I'll probably jack off like I usually do before I go to sleep
tonight."

	"You ought to invite Chuck to join you."

	"Yeah, sure."

	We finished up, dried off and dressed in shorts and polo shirts.
It was slightly after ten by now and I decided to pull out my laptop and
check emails while Todd fixed us some coffee.  We weren't due at the dorm
until eleven

	There was no mail to speak of so I checked a couple of my egroups
for new postings.  As usual, there were some new hot new ones on
Twinks-18to23-Sets.  There was one boy that couldn't have been a day over
18 that was soooooo cute. Todd was watching over my shoulder and had me
stop when I got to one guy named Brian. He was a surfer type with sun
bleached blond hair, a smooth chest and a wonderful cock and set of balls.
It all showed well in the shots of him in lycra workout shorts. We both
liked it.

	We packed up the car, checked out of the hotel and set out for UCLA
at a quarter to eleven. With the light Sunday morning traffic, we got there
in less than 10 minutes.  We took the elevator up to Todd's room and found
Chuck and Scott in the bathroom.  Scott was in the shower and Chuck was at
the sink, shaving.

	"Hey, guys," Chuck said.

	"How's it going?" Todd responded.

	"How was the surfing this morning?" I asked.

	"Oh, it was awesome today. We stayed out for three hours. Just got
back not long ago,"

	The shower turned off and Scott stepped out to see us standing in
the doorway.

	"Hey Dad, Todd."

	"Did you have fun this morning?" I asked.

	"Had fun last night as well as this morning.  The surf was totally
bitchin."

	"I bet you guys are hungry."

	"For sure," said Chuck.  Scott agreed.

	Scott was busy drying himself off as Chuck rinsed off his face.
Both were naked, their bodies much like one another's.  While Chuck had
nothing to be ashamed of in the cock and balls department, Scott's uncut
member hung longer and thicker.

	"Damn, I forgot to bring fresh clothes," Scott said.

	"You're my size," Chuck said, "You can borrow some of mine. Help
yourself, it's the set of drawers on the right side of the closet."

	"Cool," Scott responded as he padded out into the room.  Chuck
followed as did Todd and I.

	Scott and Chuck each slipped on a pair of boxers, some cotton
shorts and T-shirts and flip flops

	"Ready!"

	We drove back to "Boystown"---what the locals call West Hollywood,
Frankie---and found a parking spot on one of the side streets.  We walked
to the Lavender Zebra and had a pleasant brunch buffet.  They could not
have made any money on us considering the quantities of chow that my three
teenage friends downed.  They must have made at least a half dozen trips a
piece to the buffet table, returning with plates heaped with everything
from fruit and pancakes to eggs, potatoes, sausage and bacon. They
continued with roast beef, ham and assorted vegetables.  They packed it
away while I was content with some eggs Benedict, fresh fruit and a
sampling of side dishes.  In addition to coffee, I enjoyed a complimentary
Mimosa while the boys had to settle for orange juice.

	"No wonder you are gaining weight, Todd, the way you are eating."

	"Believe me, Dad, this isn't the usual.  Trust me."

	"Just kidding----I know, it's probably a breakfast burrito most
days, right?"

	He laughed and agreed with me.

	We finished brunch and decided to walk the boulevard and check out
the shops. While they checked the shops, this dirty old man checked out the
boys.

	We bought a couple of things at the bookstore and turned back to
find the car. It was already about 1:30 and time to hit the road back to
San Diego.  We got back to the dorm and exchanged good byes in the parking
lot.

	"Thanks for coming up, Dad," Todd said as he hugged me.

	"You're welcome, I had a great time," hugging him in return.

	"Thanks for everything, John.  And Happy Birthday again," said
Chuck, reaching over to shake my hand, then changing his mind and hugging
me instead.

	"So good meeting you, Chuck. Come on down to San Diego some weekend
with Todd so we can get to know you better.  Why don't you come down for
Thanksgiving?"

	"I'll see if my parents don't mind.  They may not even be home from
Europe yet. I'll check."

	"Well, you owe us a visit. We expect to see you."

	"Believe me, you will, for sure," he said looking at Scott.

	Scott and Todd embraced and said their good byes exchanging a few
private words between them. They both laughed and Todd goosed Scott.

	"Hey, watch it!  I don't want any skid marks on my underwear,"
Chuck joked.

	We all chuckled at that.

	Finally, Scott and Chuck shook hands, then hugged, holding each
other a bit longer than usual, especially for two guys who had just met
barely 24 hours ago.

	Since it was such a beautiful day, we decided to drive home with
the top down on the Beemer convertible.  Scott offered to drive if I would
navigate to get us back to the freeway.

	We waved to Todd and Chuck and they yelled back, "See you at
Thanksgiving."

	It took me a little time to find our way back to the freeway.  In
Los Angeles, just because there is an exit ramp at certain surface street
doesn't mean there will also be an entrance ramp.  We drove in circles for
a while, finally finding a southbound ramp about a half a mile to the west.

	With the windows up, the windscreen in place behind us and the CD
player tracking a Mozart symphony, we were on the way home.

	I glanced over to Scott.  He looked tired.

	"Too much surf for you this morning, Scott?  You look tired."

	"Not enough sleep last night, Dad."

	"Oh?------bed uncomfortable, unfamiliar surroundings?  Would you
like me to drive?"

	"No, I'm fine, it's just------Chuck wouldn't keep his hands off me
last night."

	"WHAT?"

	"Let me tell you all about what happened."

			   To be continued.

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