Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 11:42:01 +0100
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: a dad and his son 2

I finished early, well, for me at least, for the others it was
their normal time to go home, to their families. As from now, I was
going to put my family first too, I had already missed too much of
Steve's growing up. The last time we had done things together he
was a boy, last night, when he sat next to me in just his boxer, I
had realised he was already a man.

When I got home I heard some noises coming from upstairs. As
quietly as I could I climbed the stairs, hoping to surprise him,
maybe even suggest to have dinner out. As I climbed the stairs, the
sounds I heard became louder. First I could not place the sounds,
then I realised that it were moans, for a second I thought he was
working out or something, but I definitely heard two voices moaning.
On the top of the stairs I hesitated a moment. This sounded like
real heavy sex, no cuddling but real fucking, I could hear flesh
beating against flesh. My son, only seventeen and already
fucking a girl!. Well at least he had a sex life!
I tiptoed to his room, the door was wide open, I looked inside. The
first thing I saw was his ass going up and down rapidly, wow what a
perfect ass I thought. Sweat was pouring out of his skin, running
down from between his shoulders over his back into his ass crack. He was
really fucking hard and fast, the moans became louder. Then I saw
the legs resting on his shoulders, my mouth felt open, those weren't
the legs of a girl! The calves were covered with a dense blond fuzz,
the thighs heavy with muscle, those were the legs of a soccer
player. I took some steps back, my mind totally blank I went
downstairs. They were really shouting in lust now upstairs. I stood in the
hall, not knowing where to go. My cock was almost bursting out of
my pants, I went into the kitchen, opened my fly and got my cock
out. Above the sink, I pulled back my foreskin, smearing the
pre-cum over the head. It sounded that the were about the cum
upstairs, I worked my cock faster, closing my eyes, thinking of
Steve's ass going up and down, his balls heavy with cum banging on
his friend's ass.
My whole body started to shake, my knees banging against the
cupboard, I felt my seed rushing from my balls, I opened my mouth
in a silent moan and watched my cum spurt out into the sink.

I quickly got my cock back in my pants, cleaned the sink and went
to the hall again. I stood there in silence, by the sound of it
they had finished. Quietly I opened the front door, and stood
outside for a moment or two. Who knows what had been happening all
those afternoons. Maybe I'd better drive around for an hour or so
and arrive home later, but then again I thought about spending more
time together with him. I turned around and opened my front door
and slammed it behind me.

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We were still laying naked in bed rubbing Jim's cum into his skin,
when all of a sudden we heard the front door slam.
"Shit, my dad!" I quickly got up and started to get dressed.
"Maybe he would like to join us" Jim said, "you lubed me well so he
can fuck me right now".
"Shut up, get dressed!" I hissed.

"Steve, I'm home!"
"Hey dad, we'll be right down!" I got into my cloths.
I told Jim to hurry. I ran downstairs, wiping away the sweat from
my forehead.
"Hey, dad, you're home early, it's just after six".
"yep, thought we could have dinner together".
Finally got Jim downstairs too.
"Hi, eh,....Jim isn't it?"
"Yes,that's right"
To my surprise Jim was getting a bit red!
"Must be very hot upstairs, you two look so sweaty".
Jim turned even redder now, and started to stutter.
"Oh... yeah the coach was really tough" I quickly said.
"Yes that is right!" Jim agreed, staring at my dad.
"Shouldn't you be getting home, Jim?"
He looked at me blankly.
"Jim?"
"O...yeah, I should, dinner you know, mum is very strict about
that" he said to my dad.
"Okay Jim, see you", dad said and went into the kitchen.
"He remembered my name!".
"Stop drooling, fool" and gave him a quick kiss.
Jim laughed, "see you tomorrow at the match", slapped my ass and went home.

When I walked into the kitchen my dad asked me if I wanted a beer.
"Thanks" I caught the can he tossed me.
Why had he come home earlier then normal, did he suspect something about
Jim and me?
"You know, Steve, it has been years since I made us dinner on a weekday".
He opened the fridge, I had already taken out some chicken from the freezer.
"Perfect" he smiled, he put the chicken in the roasting tin and
looked puzzled at the oven.
"Why home so early, dad?" I had to know.
"What?" he was still studying the buttons on the oven.
"Why are you already home?"
"For this".
I smiled and walked over to him, sat the temperature and pushed some buttons.
"For this? You're coming home to study your oven!".
"Very funny, no, we talked about it last night, I think we should
spend more time together, or at least I should be home more, don't get me wrong, I don't
want to tie you down, you have your own friends and so".
"I appreciate that, dad".
"Just realised that I haven't been a dad for you the last couple of years".
He looked so vulnerably when he said that, resting against the fridge.
"You did fine, dad, really".
"You know, your mother always made sure she was home when you came
home from school". He got that sad far away look in his eyes again,
I wanted to hold him, tell him it was okay, but he continued.
"I was never there for you when she was gone, Steve I am so sorry".
He looked at me, his eyes a bit wet, he quickly turned around
facing the sink, his hands reaching up to wipe away tears.
"O dad, I don't blame yourself, sure I've missed you but it was hard for
you too, I know that".
"I missed you too, but only now I realise that". he said softly,
still hiding his face from me.
"You know dad, what I missed most?" I walked up to him and when I
placed my hand on his shoulder, he froze.
"Your hugs, dad".
Slowly he turned around, his eyes a bit red but full with love, he
smiled and opened his arms wide.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and pressed me against
him, finally we had contact again, after all those years.
"Love you dad"
"Love you too son".
I gave him a kiss on his cheek, and I felt his body tense, and
rested my head on his shoulder.
To my surprise he returned the kiss, it landed in my hair, but still.
His body relaxed a bit.
"Let's get on with dinner" he said finally.
I looked up to him "sure dad".
I pursed my lips to gave him another quick kiss on his cheek, at
the same he was about the say something, our lips touched, an
electrifying tingling went through my body. We both stopped still
with our lips touching, I pressed my lips together with his lower
lip between them, we still didn't move. I felt my cock getting
hard. For the briefest moment I felt dad's tongue brushing my upper
lip before he pulled his head away.
"Yeah" he sighed, "dinner!".
He broke the hug, he quickly turned around again asking if I would
like another beer.
He got to cans from the fridge as when he turned to hand one to me,
I could see there was a bulge in his pants. When he say me looking
at it he quickly hold his can in front of his crotch and his eyes
went down to my jeans. I guess he could see me hard-on too because
he quickly looked away.

My dad started to bake the potatoes while I mixed the salad.
It was nice to have dad around during dinner, I really enjoyed
talking to him about all sorts of things. We agreed that he would
go to the soccer match tomorrow morning and if the weather was
still good we would go to the beach after that.
"Any plans for tonight, Steve" he asked while he cleared away the table.
"Yeah, going to some friends to watch some DVDs" I almost hated
that I already agreed to go, but still I hoped that there would
be more nights like this to follow, just me and dad together.
"I won't make it too late, have to be fit for tomorrow's match".

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When Steve was gone I watched some TV. It had gone very well, he
even gave me a kiss when he had left. I felt a bit ashamed though
that I got an erection when our lips touched accidentally, but then
again it had been so long that I had felt another body so close.
After my wife had died I had not been intimate with anyone, you
could not count that blow job intimate, I mean there was a wall
between us. It had been two years ago I guess. I just had visited a
client, and I needed to take a piss. I stopped at some restrooms
along the way, which were not so clean, but I needed to piss badly. The
urinals were just too dirty and some had overflown. I turned into
one of the stalls. Once he let my flow go I notices a whole in the
wall. When I shook off the last drops a finger appeared through the
whole. I bent over and looked through. The finger disappeared, I was
staring into an open mouth.  The tongue popped through the whole. I
moved my hardening cock in front of the whole and the tongue tried to lick it. I pushed
my cock through the opening and a hot mouth enclosed my cock. I
pumped hard and deep into the guy's throat. It did not take long
before I shot my load deep in his mouth. I could not remember the
last time someone had blown me. Although me and my wife had had a
good sex life, she never wanted to suck me. When I dried my cock
with some toilet paper, the man stuck his hard cock through the
whole. It was cut, cut cock always had fascinated me, since I
myself was uncut, I hesitated a few moments, but decided it was
only fair to suck him too. I went down on my knees, licked the big
head, I could hear the man moan on the other side, I opened my
mouth and sucked his cock all the way in. Last time I had sucked a
cock was when I was a teenager, me and my friend Tom always jacked
off together and one day that had led to sucking each other off. I
guess it was the same as with Steve and Jim, only they went a step
further by fucking each other. So what, you are only young once and
you have to experiment.

There was not much on, so I decided to go up and have an early
night. That thinking had made me hard again. Maybe I should start
dating again, who knows I would find some one again. I got
undressed and laid on top of the sheet, squeezing my cock through
my briefs. Steve had been hard too tonight, I thought, but hey,
remember when you were his age, having erections at the most
awkward times. I lifted my hips up and took off my briefs. Slowly I
pulled my skin down and rubbed the palm of my hand over my head.
"Mmmm, nice" I said to myself, I started to wank, long slow
strokes, with my other hand I pinched my nipple. Again images of
Steve's ass fucking Jim came to my mind, I felt my pleasure building up. I
closed my eyes, the fat dripping cock sticking out that whole. I licked my
lips and moaned as Steve's ass returned in my mind. I pictured how his cock
was pumping faster and deeper. I could see the sweat shining on his firm
ass.
"Yeah fuck him!" I cried. With my hand tugging my balls I was lost in my
own world, my hips moving up and down, fucking my hand. I heard him
breathing heavier.
I could even see him standing next to my bed, naked and hard.
"Fuck!" I did not imagine that! He was looking down at me, stroking his cock!
I quickly covered my self with my hands.
"Hey dad".