Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 13:34:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Sargon Bighorn <sargon_bighorn@yahoo.com>
Subject: All Boys Private School  Part 4

After the meeting with Coach Long and Dad.

My name is Brent.  I'm your typical athletic 16 year old.  I'm 5'9" 155
brown hair, hazel eyes.  Lean muscled because I work out and like the look.
My third year in an all male private high school is great.  It's not that I
am huge; it's that I am fit, active and involved.  At 16 life is great.  I
lived with my Dad and enjoyed everyday.

The meeting in Coach Long's office was a blur for me.  I was still thinking
was that my Dad I just sucked off in the Staff Bathroom?  The staff
bathroom has a stall with a hole in it!  No No was what kept entering my
"I-want-this-answer-mind" while Yes Yes was what kept being answered by my
"this-is-the-correct-answer-mind".

And with mounting realization it dawned on me that I was not the only one
that has ever done that in the staff bathroom.

"Brent, Brent, BRENT" my Dad had to shake my shoulder to get my attention.

"Oh yeah sorry yeah I'm getting up." Was all I could stammer as my mind
simply would not let go of what it was trying to deal with.  I gave my Dad
a blow job through a hole in a wall and I totally loved it.  Totally.

"We've got to head back home now Brent."  Dad said.  "Say thank you to
Coach Long for his great suggestions and compliments on all your hard
work."

"Thank you Coach Long for all your great suggestions and compliments." I
repeated as if I had no brain or more accurately the brain I did have was
burned out!

"Nice to meet you Mr. Swelling.  I look forward to seeing you again."
Coach Long said as we left his office.

When we were in the car driving home Dad looked at me and said, "Brent you
seemed distracted at that meeting.  What's on your mind son?"  He inquired
in his deep caring way.

Oh how do you tell your Dad you think you just gave him a blow job but
you're not really sure so you don't want to sound like an idiot by saying
what's on your mind.  You get the idea.  I stalled for time.

"I was thinking about what you two were talking about Dad, those good
suggestions."  I said.

"Which one did you like the best son?  Any one in particular you thought
would be doable?"  My Dad asked.

Dam I had no idea what was said during the entire time I was there.  So I
simply placed my hand on my Dad's muscled leg, rubbed it a few times and
said, "I'll have to give them all equal thought and let you know."

"Okay."  Was all he said and we drove home in silence.

That night when Dad and I were ready for bed, in boxers and tee shirts,
sitting in front of the TV watching something dumb my Dad stirred and gave
me a long steady look.  His blue eyes peered into mine and I knew something
was up.

Okay I thought this is it.  He knows, it was him.

"Brent do you remember out skiing vacation?  When we had some Father Son
quality time together.  When we shared the joys of masculine intimacy
together?"

"Um yeah I remember Dad."  I said and looked up into his face.

"I'd like to have that intimacy again with you, now.  It was such a bonding
experience I had with you that night in front of the fire."  He said as he
continued to look at me.

I did not know what to say, but with out forcing myself and with a deep
inner desire and feelings of love I got up and walked over to my Dad and
squeezed in beside him in the big recliner.

"Dad I would love to share those feelings with you again." I said softly
and felt the stirrings and young male hormones surge through my body.

With no words, my Father stood and directed me out of the chair, his strong
hands on my shoulders as he walked behind me and directed me up the stairs
to his room.

At the top of the stairs my Dad did what he has done all my life before
sending me to bed, placing a soft kiss on the side of my neck.  Hugging me
into his masculine chest with his arms wrapped around me.  Even now it
sends a shiver through me.  I feel totally protected, totally loved,
totally cared for.

But instead of me going to my room my Dad directed me to his.

When we entered his room he began to take my clothes off from behind.  "Oh
Dad" was all that came from me.

His strong hands took hold of my tee shirt and as I raised my arms he
pulled it up over my head.  My heart was pounding.  His strong arms then
held me again; I felt the hair on his chest against my back.  The
sensations caused my cock to grow and stiffen.

Dad, still standing behind me slowly lowered my boxers until with out my
waist to hold them up they fell to the floor.  I leaned back into Dad and
felt his warmth, smelled his masculine scent and just stood there with his
arms holding me.

While gently kissing my neck his hands began to explore my body.  His hands
moved from my smooth chest down my flat stomach to my dick, which pulsed as
his hand surrounded it in an envelope of warmth.  As he touched my nipple
with one hand his other softly stroked my raging hard cock.  An enormous
amount of pre cum flowed from my young cock, it was not missed by my Dad.
His gifted hand felt my penis throb and push the pre cum out.  My Dad
caught it in the palm of his hand and used it for what it was intended,
natural lubrication.

"Oh Dad that feels fantastic." I moaned.

Wave after wave of sensation shot through my body and my Dad used my own
pre cum as jack off cream.  "Oh Dad that feels great.  Oh Dad" I could only
moan.

My Dad moved me to his bed and gently directed me to lay on my back.  With
my legs spread apart and my eyes closed, I released myself to my Dad's
loving stimulation.

As his hands moved over my young body his lips moved up and down the shaft
of my cock.  His hands stimulated my nipples while his tongue stimulated my
glans.  Each touch of his hands on my body worked to heighten the
sensations being delivered to my cock.

As I arched my back to meet my Dad's stroking on my cock, my Dad wrapped
his powerful arms around my waist and pulled my cock deeper into his mouth.
It was all I could do not to shoot my load then.

"Dad oh gosh, please please make it last."  I breathed as my body was
totally surrendered to his loving attention.

My Dad's lips and hands never left my body and with each up stroke of his
hand on m y cock another flow of pre cum issued from my cock.  With each
flow of pre cum my Dad would intensify his stimulation of my cock.  As my
cock grew more and more sensitized to his ministrations I felt my orgasm
coming on strong.

"Dad I'm gunna shoot my load, oh Dad here it comes."  I practically yelled.

Dad new what was happening and as I shot my first load his lips came off my
cock and the first volley of cum flew two feet into the air and landed on
my stomach.  My Dad aimed my throbbing cock toward my chest as he continued
to stroke me.  Shot after shot of my cum landed on my chest, abs, and face.

"Whoa Brent that's nice." Dad intoned in a soft voice.  "It's so sweet to
see your young body respond like that."

When my pulsing cock stopped pushing out ropes of cum, it grew flaccid.  I
lay there exhausted and spent.  My eyes closed.

It was then that I felt the warm firm body of my Father come and lay on top
of me.  His legs tucked up along my side reducing the pressure on my chest,
his arms cradling my head, his lips touching my forehead.

The feel of his hairy chest on mine was sublime.

"Brent, No Dad could ask for a better son than you.  You mean so much to
me."  Was all my Dad said, and that's the last I heard as I drifted off to
sleep.