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From: an151170@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury...)
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Date: Sun, 28 May 1995 03:57:01 UTC
Subject: davidson (M/m inc) 1/1
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Dad Meets Son

We lived in Southern California; the land of eternal Summer. 
Many years ago, when real estate prices were affordable, I had
purchased a typical suburban home for my family.  Three bedrooms,
two car garage, with a pool in the backyard.  

I had watched my son grow to maturity.  He was a typical southern
California boy; with dark beached-blond hair cascading down his
forehead.  He seemed to always be pushing his hair back.  Girls
seemed to like him.  He was friendly, but aloof to girls who
seemed interested in him.  Our relationship was friendly, but the
termoil of adolescence had taken its toll in the closeness of my
relationship to him.  He definitely had his own life.

I knew my son got off.  He would go to the pool filter room in
late afternoons.  The pool filter room was about l0' x 8'; but
there wasn't much inside other than the pool pumps and filters. 
I had observed him spending about l0 or 15 minutes there on
really hot days.  Usually, he'd swim by himself for awhile, then
go to the room for relief.  Then, about 5:30 or so during the
Summer, he come in for dinner, relaxed.  

One particularly hot day I decided to check my son out.  I hadn't
really seen his privates since he was a baby.  The thought of
seeing his developing man-dick somehow excited me.  

I had seen him swim that afternoon; his wet hair against his
head, and his loose swimsuit fitting tight against his lean body
when he got out of the pool.  

He climbed out of the pool, and entered the filter room,
carefully closing the door behind him.  He apparently assumed
that I was not in the area.  I was dressed in my usual afternoon
preppy short pants and T-shirt.  At 37, I was still in shape, and
got lots of glances from young women.  

But now my thoughts went to my son in that hot pool filter room. 
I remembered when my wife and I had conceived my son -- my hot
body pressing against my wife's.  I had wanted a son; at the time
of conception I imagined a future son of about l8; looking a lot
like myself.  

Now my whole being seemed to focus on what my son was doing
inside the pool room.  I imagined his body covered with sweat and
water from the pool.  I imagined his smooth, clear face taut with
the expectation of his coming orgasm.  And, quite frankly, I was
interested in seeing his erect cock.  

I decided that going inside the filter room would not raise
suspicions.  After all, I was the one who had to clean and
maintain the pool.  My son was the family member who used it most
often, but he was seldom seen doing any real pool maintenance.  

I waited a couple of minutes for him to "get started."  Then, to
be on the safe side, I brought some chlorine pool pellets from
the garage with me.  I walked barefoot to the pool filter room,
andsuddenly opened the door.  I reasoned that suddenly opening
the door would create less suspicion than moving the door open
gradually.  

"Damn!" my son said, almost involuntarily.  He seldom used bad
language, but I had caught him by complete surprize in a very
compromising position.  He was out of his swimsuit; his tanned,
smooth skin glistening in the light from the translucent
fiberglass on the ceiling.  

For a brief moment, I was transfixed.  My son was now nearly my
height.  He was thin; his chest hairless.  His body was heaving
from his impending orgasm, and also from surprize and fright.  

At this point I just did not know what to say.  I had fulfilled
my fantasy; I had seen my son naked and erect.  I suppose I could
have left at that point, but I wanted to see more.  I wanted to
see my son come to complete orgasm.  I wanted to taste my son's
cum.  I wanted to suck on my son's cock.  

My son was seated on the cement floor; his swimsuit under his
body.  His face flashed only embarassment; not fear.  I kneeled
down and said, "Its OK, son."  He seemed to relax, but his hard-
on was not diminished.  I bent over him again, and repeated
softly, "Its OK."  "This is between us only."  I wanted to
reassure him.  The boy sensed that he could not cover up what he
had been doing.  His tenseness diminished somewhat, and his feet
and legs relaxed.  He did not try to hide or cover his cock.  He
knew that he needed to get off, and soon!  

"Son, don't worry about what I'm doing!"  I first looked at his
cock, which seemed extraordinarily white and contrasted markedly
with the tan line above his waist.  David closed his eyes.  His
cock became less hard.  I touched his balls -- the root of his
manhood.  I felt the hair on his balls, and put my mouth over
one.  I knew that I probably couldn't get his entire ball sack
into my mouth; so I lightly sucked on one ball, then the other. 
I felt his cock regaining its former hardness.  

"Son, sometimes a guy just has to get off!" I said.  "I know,"
David acquiesced.  "As long as I don't have to do anything to
you." He finally wimpered.  "Hey, just this once, and then we'll
forget it!" I tried to reassure him.  My desire was just to feel
his balls once; just to suck his cock once and taste his
delicious manhood.  I knew that we'd probably never forget it;
but familial relations would probably prevent our maintaining
sexual closeness.  

My mouth moved to the top of his dick.  It was surprizingly cool.
My son's cock was perfect -- pure, unblemished white skin with a
perfect glistening, sensitive head.  

I was amazed -- his cock felt like mine.  It was the same shape
as mine.  His lack of body hair echoed his heritage from his
mother, who had lighter hair and skin than I did.  But now my
boy-man wanted only to come.  

I took his dick in my mouth, and started gently to suck.  I
really don't think that David had been sucked by another person
before.  This thought excited me -- I was his first!  His
sensitivity was incredible.  He regained his former tenseness.  

Instinctively, I reached up and felt his small nipples.  His
chest had been expanding in his late teens, but I did not expect
to find the degree of tightness I found when I reached up and
felt him.  My mouth seemed to envelope my son's entire dick, as I
stretched my mouth to accomodate him.  

Suddenly, I felt my beautiful son tense, and then come.  I felt
his orgasm throughout my entire body.  I had never swallowed cum
before, but his come seemed to flow between our bodies.  

I sucked, and took the last bit of cum into my mouth.  Then I got
up, and looked at my son's body in the dim light of the pool
room.  "Thanks!" I said softly.  "Hey dad, I needed it more than
you!" he replied.  My mind immediately replied, no, I needed it
more!

"Son -- let's go for a swim!"


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