Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2008 04:24:24 -0400 (EDT) From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com> Subject: a dad and his son-30 I parked the car and hurried to the front door. For December it was colder than usual, they were even talking about a white Christmas. When I opened the door the smell of something cooking filled my nose. Paul was cooking in the kitchen, while singing his own version of Jingle Bells. I tiptoed to the kitchen and peered around the corner. We have been living together for 18 months now. I still enjoyed it, of course it had been hard when Steve moved out. He and Jim had gone to a university in another city. Together they had found a small place of their own. They were coming over for Christmas. "Hey, what's cooking?" Paul turned around, "Dominican chicken." "Sounds intresting" I walked over to him and pressed my lips on his. He pulled me close and under his sweatpants I felt his cock getting harder. I moved my hands over his wide chest. He turned the gas off and placed his hands on my shoulders. I kneeled and pressed my face in his crotch, the familiar smell smell entered my nose, God, how I loved this guy and his cock. I pulled down his sweat-pants, his cock standing proudly upright. "O man, I've been horny ever since I went to the gym, come on, suck me." First I just had to stare at the beaty, the big veins running up and down his shaft, his perfect lowhangers and his big hairy thighs. With his hand he pushed me mouth over his hard cock, I opened my fly as his erection entered my mouth till it reached the back of my throat. I pulled out my cock and relaxed my muscles, and bent my head forward, the last inches of his big hard cock went in till my nose were burried in his hairs. I sucked him while I rolled his warm hairy balls around in my palm of my hand. He fucked me fast and hard. "Oh, fuck man, I missed that sweet mouth of yours so!" he screamed as he rammed his cock down my throat. I knew he was close when he he locked my head in his big hands. His balls slapping my chin, he would cum any second now, I sucked harder, pinched my nails deep into his flesh of this ass, urging him to move faster. My own cock was going up and down with each thurst he made, leaking pre all over the floor. "Ohhhh fuck!" He pulled out, before I knew it, I felt his warm cum hitting me in my face and eyes. I stick out my tongue to lick his balls, but he pushed me away, he jerked that wonderful cum out of his cock, spurting on my face, then he aimed on my shirt and tie, soaking them with his wonderful cum. Finally he let ou a sigh and shook off the last drop which landed on my eye lash. Before I could say anything he hauled me up to my feet and tuned me around. "Don't worry" he said, "now it's your turn." He quickly opened my belt and pants which fall to the floor. He pushed my upper body down, his cum fell from my face to the floor. My pants and under wear were pulled down, his wet cock rubbed against my crack. "Oh, yes, fuck me, please!" I almost cried." He laughed, "Too late for that!" From the corner of my eyes I saw him reaching for the cucumber. "O, Jesus!" My cock was still dripping, my cum stained shirt was sticking to my chest. Before I could say anything I felt the cool cucumber being forced in my hungry ass. His hand reached for my cock and started to jerk it fast as he pushed the cucumber further into me. I cried, it was so big and not lubricated at all. Shit, this did hurt! My eyes filt up with tears, but my cock was still rock hard. Slowly he pushed fother in, while he pulled back my skin and ran his finger over my exposed head. I pushed back, God, I wanted it, I wanted to have my ass filled up,wanted my balls drained till the last drop. First slowly and then faster Paul moved the cucumber in my ass, sometimes pulling it completly out and then pushing it backin again. His hand moving over my cock. I wanted to spread my legs futher, butI couldn't, my feet were trapped in my pants. Fuck, this was hot, I pulled at my nipples, while the cucumber was fucking my ass and Paul's hand jacking me. "O fuck!" I cried when I felt my body started to shake. Paul pushed the cucumber even more deeper into me. I groaned, I lost every sense of place and direction, I started to shoot and continued for which seemed like for ever. At last he pulled back. I got up and turned his lips touching mine and both our tongues pushing in each others mouth. "Wow" I said finally. Paul laughed and held up the cucumber, running his tongue all over it. "Damm, I love you!" Is said and kissed him. "Love you too, babe. Now get upstairs and freshen up, while I fix the cucumber salad." "And you'd better watch that Porto Rican Chicken!" "Dominican!" I corrected him We both pulled our pants up. "I'll be right back" I said and again gave him a big kiss on his lips. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You're sure?" I asked Jim, "I mean, you don't have to tell them on my account." "I know, Steve, but it I want to, I mean, they have to know sooner or later." I guess Jim was right, ever since we lived in that little appartment off campus, his mum was asking if he met some nice girls. Even his dad had said that girl shouldn't interfere with his study. We placed our bags in the overhead storage and settled back in the seats. To be honest I don't think Christmas is the best time to tell your parents you are gay. But on the other hand we didn't visit home that much. "Can't wait to see your dad and the coach again!" I had to agree, just the thought of seeing dad again got my cock hard. Please don't get me wrong, I mean I love Jim, but to be honest dad was still my number one! I was only glad that he finally found someone to share his life with. The coach was a perfect match for him, I was almost glad that I would spend the first night with them, since Jim would spend the night with his parents and tell them. We had decided to come one day earlier than planned, giving Jim time to talk with his parents while I would spend the night at home. Every now and then I woke up and looked outside, I could not imagine how much effort some people made to decorate their houses. Jim's head rested on my shouder, his hand lay on my thigh. The bus was all dark, most people were sleeping, I looked at my watch only a few hours and I would see dad again, my cock was hard, pressing against my fly, Jim's hand was only a few inches away. If he would gave me a quick jack-off, no one would know. Carefully I placed his hand on my bulge. Jim made a moan and squeezed me, but went back to his sleep. Silently I opened my fly and got my cock out, quickly covering it with Jim's hand. His hand wraped around it automaticly. I quitely moved my hips up a bit. "Ladies and gentlemen, the next stop will be ....." Shit, I quickly zipped up again, pushing Jim's hand away, well, maybe for the better, better save it till I got home. People were waking up, and Jim too opened his eyes. "Guess the next stop will be us!" I said. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The chicken tasted great, Dominican or Puerto Rican, who cares. The cucumber-salad was perfect too. Paul made us some coffee while I finished decorating the Christmas tree. "Hey, what's wrong?" Paul asked. "Nothing" I smiled. "just close your eyes and look through your eye-lashes, look how the lights looks like little stars then." My wife always said that to Steve when he was a child We watch some programs, around ten or so, Paul said that he'd go to bed. "I just hang around for a while of you don't mind." "Sure" he bent forward and kissed me, "don't make it too late, lots of things to do before the boys get here tomorrow noght." The tree brought back a lot of memories, good ones. When Steve was just a little boy, when we had a real tree. I can still see how my wife decorated the tree with sweets, and Steve one step behind her taken them all off and stuffing them into his mouth. At Christmas morning Steve jumping up and down on our bed, afraid to go downstairs, but excited about the presents he knew where under the tree. My wife and I teasing him that it was still too early to go down and that Santa has not yet been here. I closed my eyes and look through my eye-lashes. The door bell woke me up from my thoughts, who can that be? Maybe it was Peter from next door again, he'd been around a couple of times, asking when Steve would be back. I thightened my robe around me and went to the hall and lightened the outside lamp. My mouth dropped opened when I answered the door and saw Steve standing outside with a big grin. "Change of plans" he smiled. "Thought we come up a day earlier." I just stood there and admired him, somehow he had changed, I was looking at a man, not a boy anymore, his jawline was firmer under the stuble, he even looked bigger, broader for sure. "Are you going to let me in?" "Hell yes! O son, how I missed you! Where's Jim?" I spread my arms and he walked in. He hugged me, tears were running over my face, only now I realised how I've missed him. Our face rubbed against each other, and soon, while the door was still open, I felt his warm tongue entering my mouth. I shivered because of the cold wind blowing into the house. "Come on in" I said lifting up his bag, "so what about Jim?" He quickly filled me in, while he took off his parka. He was only wearing a tee-shirt. "Wow, you have been working out!" I said as I ran my hand over his hard chest and stomach." "I'm in the rowing team now." I tousled his hair. "You look great too, dad". I put my arm around his shoulder and we walked into the living. "How's the coach?" "Great, I'll wake him up."