Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2011 11:17:13 -0800 (PST) From: J S <football_dude74@yahoo.com> Subject: Football Party Part 2 This story is my own as it happened to me and no permission is allowed to replicate it or distribute it other than what I have allowed for it to be here on this site. Hello again to everyone. I'm writing to continue what recently happened with my son Ryan and I since the last time I wrote, which was the day of the super bowl. I couldn't imagine what's taken place since then but I wanted to express it here. Again, anyone that can relate to me, more than welcomed to write. Also, before I forget, the names are changed. So, during that night of the super bowl, Ryan and I were in bed, each facing opposite sides of the wall. I heard him breathing and knew he was asleep when there was no possibility of me being able to sleep yet. I looked at the bare wall and the images of Ryan seconds before were still in my mind. I could see them replaying over and over again. He looked so amazing, laying in bed and wanting me to jerk off with him. I didn?t though. When I could, I slept and no dream came to me that night. In the morning I woke up and slowly turned around to see if Ryan was still sleeping. He wasn't, in fact, he wasn't even in the same room. I hadn't felt him when left the bed so I wiped my sleepy eyes and looked under the cover to see if he had left any of him stained. The sheets were clear and without stains so I leaned over and pressed my noise to where his body had been. He hadn't been there enough to leave a smell but I wished he had. When I could, I got up and went to my bathroom. With the privacy of my own bathroom, I sat down on the shower stall and let the water fall on me. I leaned against the tiled shower wall and opened my legs as much as I could. I let my left hand cup my balls and pull on them. With my right hand, I grabbed my dick and jerked it until it was hard as the day and night before. I still saw Ryan pulling on his cock and within minutes I came on the wall and floor. I finished showering and slowly got dressed. I felt odd and without the desire to see Ryan so soon for some reason. I still got out of my room and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. As I passed his room, the door was closed and I decided to continue walking, not pausing to hear it. In the kitchen, I made eggs and toast to make it a quick breakfast for when he would come down. As I looked at the clock I saw that he should have been down already. The food was ready and served, just waiting to be eaten. I went to the bottom of the stairs and called him. He didn't answer and I walked upstairs. I knocked on his door and nothing came from it. I opened it and saw that his bed was made and as I searched the room, I came to the conclusion that he had left the house much earlier. I tried calling his cell phone to ask for an explanation but he didn't answer. The phone went straight to voice mail. I have to admit, then I felt guilty. I didn't know what he was thinking and from what I could make of it, he wasn't in the mood to see me either. That's how it was for the entire week. I tried to speak to Ryan but his answers were short and uninterested. I wanted to bring up the night of the super bowl but couldn't. I couldn't talk to him about it and he wasn't bringing it up either. I felt as if I had done something to mess up our friendship and every night I would think of how I would talk to him the next day but it never happened. I was too much of a coward and afraid of what he would say to me that I chose not to pursue it. It was on Saturday the week after the game was over that I finally went to Ryan. He was in the living room, watching the television in the early afternoon. I sat down on the couch a foot away from him and stared at the screen, not saying anything other than "Hey bud." He nodded his head acknowledging me but didn't do anything else. I felt the nerves taking over me and I made the first move to talk. "Ryan, do you want to go to the mall or something, hang out?" "No," he said and didn't even turn to face me. "Want to just hang out then?" I asked him, worried for his answer. "?No dad, I want to stay right here," he said and leaned more on the couch. "Let's go to the park and play some catch, what about it?" I said, not giving up. "No," he said and I turned to the screen once more. Then I saw him, his head turned to me and out of the corner of the my eye I saw him seem dejected. "Let's go play catch," he said after a minute as he stared at the screen and I gave him a small smile. Then he returned it with his own beautiful smile. "I'll get the football," I said and went to the garage to wait for him. I got up and in the garage I found the football that I had played with in college with my friends. I waited for a couple of minutes before Ryan walked into the garage with a white t-shirt and some black shorts. We started walking to the park which was some minutes away and I really wanted things to be good between us again so I brought up small topics, to get him talking to me again, as we had before. "How's wrestling going?" I asked him and right away I felt the small guilt at not being able to go to his matches because I worked. The one time I made it, he was done for the night. "Good," he said. "I have a match next week," he let me know and I nodded. "I'll try to make it," I said and messed around with the ball in my hands as we walked the empty street in the warm sun. "Yeah,?" he said. "How's work?" "Good, just the same old things," I said and this time he nodded. We finally got to the park and I realized why the streets were empty, everyone was at the park with their bicycles, small grills and sports. We walked to a small little hill near the corner of the park and I walked up and then turned around to see Ryan at the bottom, waiting for me to throw it. I threw him the football and he would run to get it. The way he ran, I wondered why he never tried out for the sport. He never seemed to like it as much as I loved it. I saw the way his legs moved, his calves showing their muscle in the sunlight. As I watched him run, I looked around and saw people just minding their own business. Everyone was into what they were doing and no one paid us any attention. I saw some friends from work with their families but I chose to remain quiet unless they spoke to me first. The football was coming back to me and I ran away from Ryan to catch it before it fell. I threw it once more at him and he ran faster this time to catch it. When he threw it back at me, the force behind it was one of wanting to hurt me. I became angry when I realized that and threw the football as I had done in college, fast and far. Ryan ran after it but he didn't catch it. The ball was on the ground before he caught up to it. He ran back to his spot and then threw it directly at my chest. I fell back and had to gasp for the air that I didn't feel was anywhere near me. I gasped and then coughed because of the force that hit me. I heard Ryan's footsteps hurrying after me even with my heavy breathing. "Oh shit," Ryan said and put his hands on my chest. "Dad, I'm so sorry. Oh shit, are you ok? Dad, I'm sorry." "It's fine," I said and sat up. "Oh man, that hurt." "I feel like such a shit, I'm sorry dad," Ryan said, holding my shoulder with his firm hand. I nodded at him and finally got my breathing back to normal. "Are you all right?" he asked me, fear in his voice. "Yeah, just got the wind knocked out," I said and pointed at the football. Ryan reached for it and handed it to me. I moved it around my hands and had to let out a small chuckle. "Why are you laughing?" Ryan asked, still confused. "I'm just amazed you never tried out for the team," I said to him and he let out a small laugh himself. "I don't like depending on other people like that, which is why I think I prefer wrestling. It's just me and no one can boss me around." "I can see what you mean," I said and moved my legs up to my chest. Ryan had his legs crossed and we both leaned back with our hands on the grass, holding us from behind. "I'm sorry dad," he said and I knew he was still beating himself up for it when I was already forgiving him. "Ryan, it's fine," I said and took in another deep breath for good measure. "Want to go home?" he asked me and I had to nod. I didn't want to be there, not knowing who had seen me get knocked down. We stood up and started walking back home, side by side. "Want an ice cream?" I asked him when passed the local shop. He shook his head and we continued walking. "Dad, I'm sorry I've been such an asshole to you," Ryan said after a minute of silent walking. "It's all right," I said and was glad he was bringing the subject up. "I feel like such an idiot for how I acted that night. I guess it was the beer," Ryan said and I nodded my head. "Well, people say drunks are some of the only truth tellers out there," I said and Ryan?s eyes turned to see mine. He then turned ahead of him again and we continued walking. "I'm sorry too," I said as we neared our front door. "I didn't know what to do because well, it's something new and I've never been in that moment or situation before." I opened the door and we walked inside. "I guess I was just wanting to, no, nothing," Ryan said and started for his room. I didn't call after him and when I heard the door close, I sat down. "This sucks," I said to myself and thought of how I had been so open with Ryan that night about Robert and how he had been open to me about Andrew and how they had broken up the same day. "Shit," I said and stood up to walk back and forth. "I should be able to talk to him, he's my son! Fuck!" I started up the stairs and standing outside of his door, I knocked twice. "Yeah?" I heard his voice say. "Can I come in?" "Not right now," he said and I felt the courage drain from me. I didn't ask him what he was doing so I went back downstairs and turned on the television. I didn't even want to watch television, I was just bored and needed something to do. Before I knew it or wanted to, I fell asleep on the couch. In my dream world, I was in the shower and Ryan was with me. I was massaging his chest, washing the soap all over him. Our dicks were hard and touching. His hands were grabbing at my pecs and holding them. I would kiss him and take deep breaths to really smell him. My hands would grab him all over, wanting to my skin to memorize what he felt like. "Dad?" I heard the voice say. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Ryan's face inches from mine. "What is it?" I said sitting up. The television was off. "Nothing, you wanted to talk to me," he said. I nodded and focused my eyes in the bright sun before really looking at Ryan once again. Then I felt my boner. I sat up some more and tried to notice if Ryan had seen me hard in my beige shorts. He didn't say or do anything so maybe I was in the clear. "I wanted to, yeah, but it's passed," I said, not feeling the want to talk to him again. "What was it about?" he said, leaning forward like me. "Just things," I said. He stood still and I felt myself getting softer by the minute. "Want some dinner?" I said and stood up when I felt good. "Yeah, what are you making?" "What do you want?" "Whatever you make, it's always good." "Thanks," I said and went into the kitchen. I started to boil the potatoes and pasta to make mashed potatoes and spaghetti. "Want to get the bread and put it on the table?" I asked and Ryan went to do it. I stood there and saw as he put the bread in the center of the table. He leaned a bit to do it and again I saw his leg muscles moving and showing their definition. "Dad, I want to talk about the other night." Shit. "What about it?" "I guess I need to apologize. I can't stand being weird around one another. I really hate it. I'm sorry for being such a dumb idiot," he said. "Ryan, it's passed," I said and stirred the pasta in the boiling water. "Yeah but, I feel that you still feel weird around me and I hate that feeling," he admitted. "Yeah, I know I've been acting that way. It caught me by surprise." "I know." We both nodded and even though we said we were over it, I knew it wasn't going to be forgotten. I finished making dinner and we sat down at the table, the two of us. "It's really good dad," Ryan said and I was thankful for the feeling of normalcy again. "Ryan, I actually want to talk to you about something," I said this time. "What?" he said with a mouthful of potatoes and I smiled remembering how he did the same thing when he was younger. "How are you dealing with your breakup?" "Oh," Ryan said. "It's been a tough week. The shit Andrew told me didn't leave me and when I saw him in school, I wanted to punch him. He just ignored me, not once looking at me. It still hurts," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I understand," I said. "One more question and you can take it as you wish. You didn't tell me but, are you gay? Or did you just surprise yourself with your relatioship with Andrew?" Ryan's eyes looked into mine and then he nodded, slowly. "I am. That's what I was saying when I wasn't sure who I liked." "I thought that but, I can't assume anything unless you tell me directly," I told him. "Yeah, I am gay," he said and then looked at me with these curious eyes as if I would turn on him and hurt him. I never would. "Thanks for telling me. I'm glad you feel that you can say it." "You're so great," he said and I had to again smile at him. "Are you gay dad?" "What?" "Are you gay? The story you told me about Robert, I didn't know if you were saying you were gay or not." "I don't think I am," I said. "I enjoyed the times when I was with the women I was with. Robert was a onetime thing. He hurt me a lot so maybe that's why I never tried going out with guys but, women satisfy me," I said. "Good," Ryan said as he continued eating. When we finished, I cleaned the dishes and Ryan went to do his homework. I asked him before if he was going to go out but he said he didn't feel it. I went up to my room and closed the door behind me. I didn't tell him during dinner but the football to my chest still hurt. I lifted up my shirt and placed it on the bed. I looked in my mirror and saw the small mark it had left with its point. I moved my fingers around it and felt the anger that Ryan had for me that day. I hated knowing that my son hated me even if it was just for a few minutes. I sat on my bed and realized how tiring the past week had been. I usually worked out, ran, but instead I would sleep and just go to work. I didn't even feel the urge to go work out and I wasn't doing anything. I had just ate so I sat on the bed and turned on the television. I put it on a movie and sat back and relaxed as the sun outside of my window was setting. After an hour, I was still bored and decided to do some ab crunches in my room. I stood up off the bed and sat down on the floor. I started to do crunches and before I knew it, I was sweating. I stood up and started doing some moves from when I used to kick box when I first started my new job and Kevin had gotten me into it. I was sweating and hated how my shorts were holding me back some so I took them off, leaving me in just my boxers. Just when I was doing my jumping jacks, my dick was bouncing in my boxers and with that I was getting hard again. I loved how my balls and dick moved where they wanted to and the feeling had me swinging out of my boxers. I was about to take them off when I heard a knock on my door again. "What's up Ryan?" I said, wanting to be in private. "The toilet isn't working." "From the hallway?" "Yeah, which other one could it be?" he said and I let out a sigh. I was going to put on my shorts but I was too sweaty and my boner just starting to go down. I opened the door and saw Ryan standing there. "What is it?" I asked him. "I don't know. I just took a leak and it doesn't want to flush," he said as he led me to the hallway bathroom and I saw that he was right. I pulled down the handle but nothing happened. "Did you try the plunger?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said and he was right, it wasn't working. "I'll call someone tomorrow," I said and pulled down the lid. "You can come into my room and use mine when you need it all right?" "Okay," he said and looked at me with wondering eyes. "I was working out," I said and he nodded before turning back to his room. I went into mine and finally had to get rid of my boxers. I pulled them down and left them on the floor and I went into the shower. I let the water take a hold of me and it felt great to be free from the sweat. I was in the shower for about thirty minutes before I got out and stood naked in front of my sink and started to dry off. Then I heard a knock on my bathroom door. "Come in," I said putting the towel around my waist and leaving my hair still wet. "Sorry dad, I need to use the toilet," Ryan said as he had his hands on the waist of his boxers. "I'll leave," I said and went into my room, closing the door behind me. When Ryan walked out minutes later, I was already in my new boxers and was trying to read a book that I had opened weeks before but never gotten around to since then. "Sorry for bothering you," Ryan said as he came into my room. "Not a bother, feel free whenever," I said and saw as he was leaving the room. "Wait, that's why I left on you?" he said, pointing to my chest. "Yeah," I said laughing and moving my hand over my chest feeling the small bruise. "Shit, that was rough," he said and came over to my bed. "I know, I was there," I said and had to laugh. Ryan's eyes met mine and for another second I felt the feeling of wanting to see him naked again. "Can I feel it?" he said. "If you want," I said and his hand went to the bruise where my hand had been a moment ago. Ryan's hand felt around the mark and I had to tell myself to not let my dick get hard. A second later he stopped and walked out of the room without a word to me. Before going to sleep, I wanted to say goodnight to Ryan so I stood up and left to his room. I was about to knock when I heard his moaning coming from behind the door. "Fuck yeah," he said and then let out a small suppressed moan. His door was completely closed so I couldn't move it a bit to see inside. I wondered if I should leave him to finish and come back, knock, or just open the door. ""Dad!" I heard Ryan say when I suddenly opened the door. "Oh, I didn't know you were busy in here," I said and closed the door behind me. My heart was pumping, racing. I felt a rush of adrenaline at my sudden action and went back to my room, wanting him to come after me. "You should have knocked," he said when he opened the door to my room and on instinct I looked down and saw his dick was hanging on his right thigh. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy," I said sitting back on my bed. "I just wanted to go in and say goodnight." "I'm just a bit embarrassed," he said and it made me laugh. "Why are you laughing?" "Some days ago you were jerking your dick in front of me in this same bed and now you're telling me you were surprised and embarrassed that I saw you hard?" "I'm sober now," he said and continued to stand at the door. "Come here," I said feeling much more relieved at the irony. Ryan walked over and sat down on the same side where he had been a week ago. "I'm sorry for laughing and for seeing you taking care of yourself," I told him and wished he would accept my apology. "It's all right, not like you don't have one either, right?" he said and I agreed with him. "What were you thinking about?" I asked him, wanting to know, to be sure. "I don't know," he said, looking at his feet, his nice feet. "Come on, tell me," I said, wanting him to confirm my thoughts. "I guess, don't think I'm weird or something but, I kind of want to see you jerking off," he said and slowly turned to look at me. "Do you really want to see me doing that?" I said, thinking over the idea of just listening to him and doing it. "Yeah, I don't know why but it's all I can think about dad. I want to see you do it so badly that my dick hurts from all the jacking off I've done since that night, just thinking of what you look like, what it's like to see you doing it. It's weird isn't it?" "It's definitely new," I said and hated that I was getting aroused by his words. "Have you really been thinking about that all this time?" "Yeah. I don't know why. Lately it's been taking over my mind, all that I can think about. I want to see a real man do it." "You're a real man," I said to him and gave him a small smile. "Yeah but, you're more of a real man to me. You're my dad." "What if I join you, then what?" "What do you mean?" he said, sitting up and paying attention. "If I jerk off, what happens after I'm done? Do you go back to your room and we never talk about it again or is it going to be something you're going to want to continue?" "I already know the answer but I don't want to tell you until after. Whatever you then decide will be fine with me," he said and I could actually see his dick getting hard under his boxers. "Oh Ryan, why?" "I don't know dad. I just want to see you so badly," Ryan said and his eyes then went to my crotch. "Just jerk off together, that's it?" I said and his eyes darted to mine in a millisecond. "Yeah, just that." "Okay," I said and nodded at him when I put my hands on my waist. Ryan did the same and following my lead, we pulled down the boxers and lifted our asses and legs to get them completely off. Then we kicked the boxers to the floor, off the bed and leaned back on the headboard. My dick was getting hard but Ryan was already at full mast. He looked at my cock and I could see he wanted me to touch it or even for himself to touch it. He just wanted to see movement. I moved my right hand to my dick and started to stroke it a little. Ryan put his hand on his own dick and pulled up and down. I looked at Ryan's face, his straight nose, his smooth face, nice brown hair and just good looking stud of a son. The more I looked at him, the more I thought of how I looked so much like him when I was younger. I stared at my son's body and saw that he was just one skin color all over from top to bottom, no tan lines, just like me. I looked at him from his smooth face to his adam's apple, to his nice pecs, strong biceps, fit abs, strong thighs, and awesome calves. I followed by looking at the hair that he had on his legs and his trimmed pubic hair. I finally made my eyes look towards the manhood that he possessed. His penis was strong, big and uncut as mine was. I continued to see how his hand grabbed a tight hold on his dick and I saw his balls hanging close to his asshole. I looked at his face and saw his tongue hanging to the left side, his eyes fixated on my now fully hard, seven inch dick. "Damn dad," Ryan said between gasps and I had to swallow my own saliva to keep from drying my throat. "What?" I said, wanting to hear him talk to me about me. "Your dick, it's so big and hard," he said and then he lifted his eyes to meet mine. "Looks just like yours," I said and he looked down at his own cock. "Almost," he said and looked back and forth between our hard cocks. "You're leaking?" I asked him and he nodded. His hand was making noises as he jerked the skin of his dick and I could hear the wonderful sound of slurping almost. That made me leak more and I had my own lube pretty soon. "Do you use lube?" I asked him. "No, I don't have any," he said and I reached over to my night stand. I pulled the drawer open and took out a half used bottle of the best lube I had found. "Here," I said and he put his hand out to me. I shook my head and instead let it drip on top of his dick. He moaned and his hand grabbed onto his cock once more. He started to stroke it again and the noises he was making was enough to send me over the edge. I had to stop myself from cumming too soon. Instead I put some lube on my own dick and joined my son in jacking off. I saw that he was copying me in the way that I was jerking off so I moved my ass further down the bed so that my knees could be bent towards the ceiling and my ass more exposed to the air in the room. Ryan did the same and our knees were now touching. I looked over at his hand and wanted to touch him. I didn't want to do anything else but touch his hard, beautiful cock. I took a gulp of my saliva and let out a small moan. Ryan's eyes looked to me again and I gave him a small smile. He smiled and I knew he was getting what he really wanted. "Can I touch it?" he finally asked and I could only say, "Go for it." He moved his body over to me and his right hand moved towards my pulsating dick. His wet hand met my wet dick and right away I could only lean back and enjoy the handjob. My son held onto my dick with such an intensity that I had to fight back the urge to cum. In turn, I put my arm around his shoulder and held onto him, feeling his strong biceps. After the best handjob I had ever had, I told him to lean back and he did. I put myself in front of him and finally got a hold of his beautiful big balls. The hair on them was soft and manly. I moved them in my palm and Ryan moaned as he tilted his head back. After a minute of ball massaging, I made my move and went to his dick. At this point, it was laying on his fit chest, waiting to be touched. I moved my right hand over it and grabbed onto it. Ryan moaned really loudly at that and then grabbed my dick in a flash. We stroked each other for a few minutes before the intensity of it all had us breathing faster and faster. "Dad, I'm going to cum," Ryan said as he looked into my eyes. "Me too Ryan," I said and jerked him harder. He did the same to me and right then we came at the same time. Our dicks released the pent up sperm onto the air and it landed on Ryan's stomach and thighs and his beautiful pubic hair. I moaned so loud as I came that I was sure we were heard next door. When we finished, Ryan was sweating all over, his forehead was wet as was his chest and pecs. I felt the sweat in my own body and moved to lay next to him. We were breathing hard with satisfaction running through us. "Oh dad, that's too fucking good," Ryan said and put his head on my shoulder. I ran my hand through his soft hair and couldn't imagine how great it felt to have him like that, my son, cumming with me. "You cum a lot," I said to him when I looked at his stomach which was covered in long streaks and a small puddle in his stomach. "Just like you," he said and moved his hands to the sperm. He used his palm to mix it all up, all over himself and I wanted to just lick it off of him, his hand. I didn't though, feeling that it should be up for next time, if there is one. Ryan just brought the cum mixture up to his nose and smelled it in a deep whiff. He offered me to smell it but I had to decline, laughing at the idea. "Can we just lay here, for now?" Ryan asked me and realizing that he now had a hold on me forever, I agreed.