Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 14:09:53 -0400 (EDT)
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: a dad and his son-19

"So what are your plans, son? We're going to the gym, like to come
along?"
I was tempted, I mean seeing dad and the coach working out, "No, you two
go, maybe I give one of the guys a call, see what they're up to."
"You're sure?" dad asked and put his arms around me, "realy don't mind,
you know."
"I know" but I think they should be together, I mean I don't have to be
part of everything they do.
Dad gave me a hug and kissed me on my lips, "You know, you're the best."
"you too, dad!" and returned his kiss.

"Well, see you later this afternoon then", the coach said, "O, Mike we
have to go to my place first, to pick up my stuff.
"No problem" dad answered, "You're sure you don't want to come along and
work out those muscles?"
He gave me a soft punch.
"No dad, I'll be fine."
"I give you twenty if you do the lawn, both front and back garden."
I looked to the grass, yeah, it could do with a mow.
"Steve! Another twenty for ours!"
Peter and Sheila Taplin, our neighbours, were saying goodbye to each
other. Sheila was dressed up in her tennis gear, while Peter looked as he
just got up from bed. They were about the same age as my dad. When my mum
died I had spent many afternoons after school with Sheila. They did not
have any kids of their own, maybe that was why she always spoiled me and
the other kids on the block.
They only had to ask me to mow their lawn, I would have done it for free,
they had been there when dad and I needed someone in those difficult
times.
"Sure, Peter!" I answered. Long ago they asked me to call them by their
first names.
"Hey, I was first!" Dad joked. "Well, see you later Steve."

Luckily our law is not that big, most of the ground is covered with
tiles. The sun was already hot, streams of sweat poured down over my
back. My underwear and shorts were glued to my skin.
"Hey Steve" Pater called out from his garden, "don't forget me."
"I'll be right over!"
I quickly got into the house and changed into a fresh pair of shorts, not
bothering about any underwear. With my bare feet I walked over the short
cut fresh grass, loving the feel of it. At the back of the garden, under
the trees, there was a opening in the fence that seperated the two back
gardens.
Peter was sitting is one of the loungers, with his eyes closed facing the
sun. He had removed the sweat pants and was now only wearing some white
briefs. He was not as musculared as the coach or dad, but he looked good
nevertheless. He had shaven off all his hair on his head, and his body
was hairless too, only his legs were covered with thick blond hairs.
"Hey Peter!"
He looked up and waived at me, he had already gotton the lawnmower out.
I waived back and started the job. Their lawn was much bigger then ours,
and I asked myself why I ever agreed to it. Behind me I heard a can being
opened, I pushed the mover forward right to the back of the garden. I
turned around and started the second lane. The closer I came to the
terrace the better I could see Peter, he was sitting with his head back,
legs far apart. As I came closer I could see a nice bulge in his white
briefs. I was sure I could see the outline of his dick. The waist band
was alreasy wet with his sweat, if only his briefs were totally wet.
Damn, I was getting horny, my shorts were stickign against my buttocks,
my balls sweaty. I wonder what Jim was doing now, I should give him a
call later tonight, see how he was doing. If only he was here now.
He was almost near the terrace, Peter let our a sigh and spread his legs
a bit further, he ran his hand over his chest before placing his hand
behind his head.
"You're dong a great job."
I smiled and got a better look of his crotch.
It was almost if he followed my gaze, quickly I looked up and saw him
giving me a smile.
I reached the terrace and turned the machine round again.
Shit I was not even half way, I felt my cock stir, I was getting hard,
somehow the thought of being alone with Peter made be horny. I realised
that Jim was the only guy of my own age I was attracted to. Dad, the
coach, and now Peter, all men twice my age.
Hopefully Jim had his own hotelroom, we could jack off together while we
were own the phone. Filling him in on dad and the coach that would get
Jim going.
Mmm, dad and the coach, working out, all sweaty and pumped up musles.

I was at the back of the lawn again and turned around.
Peter waived at me and called me.
"You want a beer?"
"Hell yes!" I shouted, I left the mower were it was and ran to the
terrace.
He tossed me a cool can, which he held up against my face to cool down.
"A little to warm for that, I think, better leave it, you can finish it
another day."
"O, I don't mind" I lied.
"Come on, sit down" and gestured to the lounger next to him, "look at
you, God, you're sweating!"
"I'm not the only one!" and pointed at his chest. Drops of sweat ran
between his pecs over his belly into his belly bottun.
"Hang on, this will helps" he reached under the lounger and got a water
spray.
A cool mist of water decended on me.
"Mmm, nice!" I said as I felt my body cool down a bit.
He aimed the spray at himself and sprayed, "Yeah, that feels great,
better than tanning lotion too", he said.
With his eyes closed he sprayed water on his face, chest and legs. His
briefs became almost transparent, his cock became cleary visible. I could
not take my eyes of it.

"So, how are you doing?" He asked.
I looked up and I saw him grinning
"Fine, I said, no school for a couple of weeks."
"Ah, that's perfect, hey!" He got the spray out again, "want some more?"
He did not wait for an answer, again I felt the cool water on my body, my
shorts becoming wet too.
"Open your mouth."
I did, he he sprayed some in my mouth too. I had to giggle and was unable
to swallow it all.
His eyes followed the water dripping from my chin to my chest.
We both looked at eachter and smiled.
I don't know if he had noticed it but my cock was now fully hard.
Relax, I said to myself, don't get any ideas in your head!

Peter sprayed some more over me.
"Thanks, that's enough" I said, "you're getting my shorts all wet!"
"Ah, just take them off, do like me, no one around to see us" Peter
smiled, and rested back in his lounger.
"Better not, I don't have any underwear on."
"Who cares, you know, normally I lay in the sun naked, but since you were
coming, I put something on."
I looked down at his wet briefs, his cock was soft, but looked thick.
"Don't be shy, I won't tell anyone." He smiled at me and looked down at
my shorts.
Quickly I took a sip of the beer. My cock was fully erect now, but I was
not sure how Peter would react.
"I see, a bit shy, don't know why" he continued, "you got a great body
for a kid your age" he looked down at his own body, "wish I had that body
of yours!"
"You still look good" I said.
"You think so?" his handed glided over his chest to his stomach, his hand
came to rest on his briefs. "Guess all the girls in school want to date
you, hey!"
I gave him a shy smile.
"Yeah, you'll get a lot of action!"
"Can't complain.

Peter gave a sigh and rested his head back again.
"Well, if you don't mind" he said and got up, he pulled down his briefs
and sat back again.
He hadn't lied, there were no tan lines.
He quickly ran his fingers over his balls and cock, flopping it over to
his right thigh. His cock was of avarage size and cut. His balls were
covered with golden hairs, above his cock there was a heavy blond bush, a
bit darker than the hairs on his legs.
He caught me staring, "don't tell me you haven't seen a other man's cock
before."
"No, I mean, sure, but hey, each one looks different."
"That's true".
"You want another beer?"
"no, thanks, haven't finished this one yet."
Peter got up and went into the house, I quickly grabbed my cock and gave
it a few squeezes. My wet shorts were sticking to my hard cock.
Peter returned woth a beer for himself, his cock looked a bit larger now,
swaying from left to right as he walked.
"Still wearing those wet shorts?" he asked as he sat down again, "I think
you have nothing to be shy about." He looked down at me, "and there is
nothing wrong with an erection" he laughed, "specially at your age!"
Well, he had noticed it, what the hell, I got up and pulled my shorts
down and stepped out of them.
"You see, nothing to worry about, wow, you are a big!"
Not knowing what to say, I reach for my beer again.
Peter did the same, "this is great, isn't? Warm sun on your body and a
nice cool beer!"
For a few minutes we did not speak, we were both laying back, enjoying
the sun.
Suddenly his hand grabbed mine and laid it on his now hard cock.
Without speaking he moved my hand up and down his shaft.
His cock felt a bit wet but warm in my hand, I squeezed my hand harder
around it, with the tip of my thumb I rubbed his piss slit.
Peter let out a soft sigh and loosened his grip on my hand. His cock got
a big bigger harder.
He let go of my hand completely and started to stroke my cock.
"Mmm, this feels great" Peter moaned.
He slowly got up, and looked at me, as if he asked permission.
A drop dripped out of his piss slit, I quickly stuck out my tongue to
catch it.
He pushed his cock down on my tongue, opening my mouth wider, he pushed
his cock all the way in.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" he cried.
He started to fuck my mouth fast.
"Your mouth is so fucking hot!"
I grabbed his hairy balls and rolled them around in my hand, while his
cock hit the back of my throat.
I felt his hands on my head, holding me in place while his hips moved
faster.
"Suck me! Come on, work that cock!"
I moved my tongue over his head while I softly squeezed his balls.
With my other hand I quickly took care of my own hard cock.
"Oh, boy this is to hot!" he moaned, his grip on my head got firmer,
pushing my mouth against his pubes.
"Gonna shoot, gonna fill that sweet mouth of yours!"
He gave another push forward, almost knocking me over, then he stopped,
and let out a roar.
Thick spurts of cum filled my mouth.
Because his cock was still burried deep in my throat I could not swallow
fast enough. Cum dripped down over my chin onto the hot tiles.
His cock softened in my mouth. When he pulled out, he went on his knees
and urged me to get up.
"Come on, shot on my chest!"
His eyes were fixed on my cock, begging me for my cum.
His hands moved over his chest, his tongue licking his lips.
I thrust my hips forward, touching his chest with my dick, rubbing my
cock over his nipples and chest. I could feel he had shaven off his chest
hair, you could hardly see them but the soft tiny hairs tickled my cock.
I moved my cock faster from one nipple to the other, and incredible
sensation went from my cock through my body. I knew I was about to cum
big time.
I took my cock in my hand and aimed, gave it a few good hard strokes. My
cum spurted over his chest. We both groaned loudly.
"Wow!" I said, "that was hot."
He slapped my ass and got up, he scooped up some of my cum and licked off
his fingers, the rest he rubbed into his skin.
We stand only inches apart, our cocks touching.
"Eh, you want another beer...."

"Steve! We're back!"
"I'm here, Dad!" I yelled back. "I'll be right over!"
"No hurry!" my dad called back, "Hey, Pete, make sure he does a good
job!"
Petere gave me a smile and a wink.
"No problem, very pleased with him...." he gave me another wink and in a
softer voice he said,"sofar.."