Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2008 12:35:27 -0500 (EST) From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com> Subject: a dad and his son-25 I missed my son, I know that sounds strange. I mean all those years sine my wife died, we hadn't been close. Now, when we finally knew how we felt, he was away. Of course it was only for a couple of days, but still, he was finding his own way in life. Soon he would be off and I regretted all thse years I had wasted. "Hey, daydreaming again?" I snapped out of my thought and looked at a grinning Paul. "Come on, only a few days left" he said. "I know, want a beer?" I put the brush down and got two beers. When I returned to the living I could see the difference. "Wow, this place really needed a some fresh paint", I opened the cans and handed one to Paul. He stepped down from the ladder and looked up to the ceiling. "Yep, you can really see where I stopped." Around 6 we were finished, the whole room, walls and ceiling has been done. We only shorts so our bodies were covered with tiny dots of paint. "Don't worry, it will come of under the shower." "Yeah, I know" Paul answered, "with a little bit of scrubbing." With that he placed in hands on my chest and rubbed a bit. The already dired up paint fell to the floor, his hand moved lower. "Next time we should do it in the nude, much easier to clean". His hand cupped my crotch and gave it a good squeeze. My cock reacted at once. He pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around me. I grabbed his ass, my hand landed in a fresh spot of paint, I ignored it and pressed him to me. His stubble scratched against my face as his tongue entered my mouth. We opened eachothers old shorts which were covered with paint, and pulled our cocks out. He pushed his between my legs while mine was caught between our bellies. His hands moved to my ass and spread my cheeks apart, with his fingers he guided the tip of his cock to my opening. I moaned as I felt his wet head rub against me. Slowly we broke our kiss and stepped out of our shorts. Paul turned me around and pushed me down. When I was on all fours I felt his lips placing kisses on my ass till he had reach my sphincter. His tongue pushed in and I felt my cock starting to drip. "O yeah fuck!" I moaned as my ass was being explored by his hot tongue. Just then the phone rang. "That could be Steve" I said and crawled to the phone. "hey, dad!" "Hi, Steve, how're you dong?" "Just great, and you?" Just then Paul entered me, I gave a deep groan as he pushed his cock into my ass. "Are you allright?" Steve asked. "Oh,...yeah...tell me....what've you two been up to." "To the beach, o dad, it's great, thanks for letting me go. But you know, I really miss you." Paul had grabbed my shoulders and was now pounding my ass hard. "Miss you too" I manage to say. The combination of hearing Steve and Paul big pumping cock made my own leak like made. "Dad, what's that noise?" One hand of Paul moved to my nipple and pinched it hard, pulling it away from my chest as possible. "You two are fucking! Shit, I was there with you now!" "Me too, son" "Would suck your cock and lick your balls, while the coach fucked you deep." "Mmmmm, oh, fuck!" I cried. Paul fucked me harder and faster, my cock locked in his fist, jerking at the same pace. "Dad, dad! Tell me." "Christ! The coach is fucking me...ohh... hard, and jacking me." "Fuck, dad, getting so hard overhere, want you to suck me." I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, if only he was here. Paul grunted, I could feel he was getting close, very close. "Oh, I'm cumming!" he shouted. A warm wave of cum filled me. Still fucking me and still jacking me I cried out too. "Yeah dad, shoot it!" "Fuck!" Paul kept on jacking me, his hands wet with my seed. "Wow" Steve said, "hope Jim will come back soon, dripping like mad here!" Paul smacked my ass loudly as he withdrew his shrinking cock, he licked my cum of his other hand. "Dad. got to go, it looks they're back. Love you, dad." "Love you too, take care, son." "Bye coach!" he shouted so Paul could here it too. "See you" he replied, "and have fun!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I looked out of the window and saw Jim carrying some bags, he and his dad had gone out for groceries, while his mother was preparing dinner. "Hey!" Jim called opening the door to our room. He quickly closed the door behind him when he saw me standing with my shorts on my ankles and my cock in my hand. "Can't leave you alone for a sec." He smiled. "Was just on the phone with my dad, come here." He was on his knees at once. "Dinner almost ready!" his mother called out from the kitchen. I moved my hips faster, seeing my cock disappear between Jim lips. Thinking of dad and the coach, their two hot muscled bodies fucking and sweating. It did not take long before i flooded Jim's mouth. He tried to swallow it all, but big drops fall on the floor. "Wow, man, really needed that" I said, I bent forward and licked away the cum on his chin. "Dinner!" I gave Jim a quick kiss and pulled up my shorts. "I take care of this later" I said, patting him on his bulge. His mother had made a great dinner, again. He was a very good cook, I don't know how she did it, but she managed the have dinner ready, every day at the same time, just like home. I really started to like her, she was so different than usual. Much more relaxed, I liked his father too, he was an easy going guy, although he hadn't much to say when Jim's mother was around. After dinner we all went into town on our bikes and had some drinks along the promenade.