Date: Fri, 18 Jun 1999 08:44:45 +0300
From: natan10@hotmail.com
Subject: Hesitation and Confusion

June 18, 1999
HESITATION AND CONFUSION - A Father's Love for His Son
by natan10@hotmail.com
The stories which I write are not always true stories. Actually, they
rarely are. They are entirely fictional. They grew out of a desire to put
down in words many "fantasy dreams" which I have had. I am bisexual,
married and white with two grown children. I love sex with a man and, in my
real world, it is no stranger to me. My stories are intended for mature
eyes only and are always based on male/male relationships. There is no
violence, S&M, bondage, etc. in my works. If you liked the story, let me
know. If you didn't like the story, I would also appreciate a note and an
explanation why ... otherwise, I won't get anywhere, will I? Feel very free
to write me anything you'd like. I look forward to hearing from anyone
interested in responding to these stories. All I am trying to achieve in my
writing is to make you feel good. Really good.

This particular story is one that I have worked on for close to 6 months.
It was not an easy story to write because of the topic matter. It is
totally make-believe. However, this topic seems to be extremely popular
among readers of gay porn. Incest is a matter which is a very personal one
to many people and our own personal thoughts about incest vary from person
to person. I am fascinated by it yet the thought of these happenings in
real life, to many, are unspeakable. I personally have no contact with this
topic nor do I know anyone personally who does. The story is total fiction.
If this story hits any strings with anyone, I would like to hear about it.
I believe that the physical love of a father for his son (or a mother for
her daughter for that matter) can be a beatiful thing given the right
situation. The idea of molestation and abuse however, is despicable.

If you want to write me just to "get off", then do so. After all, this is
why we exist and who we are. In my stories 'condoms' do not exist. In our
real world, condoms MUST exist. In our own personal fantasies, however, sex
is idealized the way we would really like it to be - raw skin and no
rubber. But remember: Safe sex must be the only way!
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HESITATION AND CONFUSION - A Father's Love for his Son
by natan10@hotmail.com
Ever since Ron was born, back in 1979, I have loved him. He was a beautiful
child and a joy to behold. I would help my wife in bathing and feeding him
as I truly enjoyed being around him and helping out with his childcare.
In the bath, he was always so slippery and used to giggle his little head
off. While he was going to kindergarten, we would play with the dried
leaves that fell from the trees, all the way back to our house. We had a
wonderful life together ... our drives in the country, family picnics ... a
life filled with happiness and comfort.
When Ron was 10 and in the fourth year of public school, he came home one
afternoon in tears.
"All the kids ganged up on me, Dad. I didn't know what to do, so I just
turned around and came home. Don't they like me?"
I didn't know quite how to respond, except by wrapping him up in my arms
and comforting him. I noticed during the few years that followed that there
were many incidents like this. "Do you have a lot of friends in school,
Ron?" I asked him.
"Oh sure, Dad, I am really friendly with all the girls and I have one close
friend ... you know ... Bill. Bill and I do everything together. I like to
go to the mall with him and to the movies. We also have a lot of fun when I
sleep over at his house. We stay up later than his Mom and Dad and watch
the TV. When we get into bed to sleep, we usually just sit and play and
giggle a lot."
Well, I guess that Ron was finding himself in the world and making new
acquaintances and friends.
One day Ron came home from a sleepover at Bill's and he was unusually quiet
and immediately went up to his room to play or straighten up or whatever he
does to keep himself busy. He was up there for over an hour and did not
come downstairs. I had begun to worry a bit about him, so I climbed the
stairs and knocked on his door and went in. "Ron, you're awfully quiet. Did
you have a fight with Bill?"
"No, Dad ... we had a super time last night."
"Well, then why are you so unusually quiet and not being like you usually
are. Come on and out with it Ron ... I'm listening."
"Dad, I'm a little embarrased to tell you."
"You know Ron that you can tell me anything that you like ... and I mean
anything."
"Well, last night, when we were foolin' around, Bill pulled his pyjama
bottoms down a little bit and he showed me that his penis was hard and
asked if I wanted to play with it!"
I watched him and I was dumbfounded. I didn't know how to respond. So I
took every step as naturally as I could. "And, Ron ... what did you do?"
"Well, I sort of touched it a little bit and then I stopped."
"And how did Bill react when you touched it?"
"He asked me to hold it real tight in my hands which I did. He then put his
own hands over mine and started to play with himself, like up and down
motions with his hands on his penis. And then this white, sticky stuff came
out of his penis and it went all over him and me. Then he went to the
toilet and washed himself, brought me the washcloth and I cleaned my hands
and then we went to sleep."
"Ron, I want to ask you something and please be as honest with me as you
can. Did you like what you did? Did you enjoy it?"
"Er, yeah ... I guess. It felt sorta nice to touch him and then I started
to get a little hard also."
Once again, I felt as if I was treading on dangerous ground; however, there
was absolutely nothing harmful in our conversation. It was all so natural.
I was proud of Ron's honesty. "After you both started to go to sleep, did
you start to play with your own penis by rubbing it?"
"Ummm, er ... yes, Dad ... I did"
"And did you reach orgasm? Did the white stuff co ... Look, Ron ... the
white stuff is called sperm, but us guys call it 'cum'. Did the sperm shoot
out from your penis and was your penis really hard?"
I saw that Ron had begun to come to life again and was getting excited.
There was an exceptional glint in his eyes. They sparkled at me. "Yeah! It
felt really good just as the cum was coming out. My whole body shook and I
wanted to do it again. I thought of you Dad just as I was cumming because
you're a guy also and you probably do this. Is it bad if I do it?"
This time I wasn't sure what to answer or rather how to approach this,
knowing my own secret feelings. "Ron, you can do it whenever you like. Just
don't do it in public."
And then I said something that to this day, I will never know why. "Ron,
you can even come to me when you want to do it." I then bent over and
patted him on his beautiful head and left him alone and went back
downstairs and began to fantasize ... the topic never came up again between
us and he never once came to my room when he wanted to masturbate.

* * * * * * *

The years passed some more and nothing ever came of that scene in Ron's
bedroom when I told him what cum was and talked about his first experience
with his friend, Bill. None of my family knew my own hidden feelings toward
men and, especially toward my own son. I had never touched him in any way
his entire life. Today he is 19 years old and has shot up in height and has
become a fine strappling youth. His body filled out remarkably. He has a
magnificent physique, a swimmer's chest and I could never stop noticing
what a beautiful butt he has - firm and with a beautiful shape. His
gorgeous green eyes have taken on a special lustre.
But I hid my feelings as I have been hiding them all my life, except when I
have sex with Bill's Dad, Rick, which I will get into in just a little bit.
But my short encounters with Rick were never really exciting to me - not
like it is when I look at my grown son with his face, hair and physique.
Everytime I look at Ron, my cock throbs with raw, physical lust. You see, I
have been feeling this for quite a while. It actually began for me that day
in Ron's bedroom, when he was telling me the story of how Bill had wanted
him to jerk him off. And even more so when Ron told me he masturbated that
night also, thinking of me at the same time - even though he was alone
while masturbating.
Myself? I masturbate all the time. I masturbate in my bed. I cum in my car
on my chest, while sitting in the darkened parking lot of the nearby park,
always hoping some young kid will come up to me and take my hard cock in
his hands. But my thoughts were always with my son - the heart and heat of
my real secret desire.

* * * * * * * *

The days continued to pass. This last summer was a spectacular summer, with
Ron participating in the local softball team and becoming its pride. My
son, the athlete! Something which I never was and not too proud of. I was
an artist and never into sports. I did not take Ron to the games with his
friends - their parents took them. I was too busy being the Art Director of
a large public relations company.
All these years, while Ron was growing up from a youngster of 12 until he
became 16 this last winter, my thoughts were more and more on him ... on
his body, on my desire. I would have a very hard time when, upon waking up
and coming into the hall to use the toilet, I would come face to face with
Ron, a big grin on his face, wearing only his jockey briefs and I would
notice the bulge in his crotch. Some mornings even, he must have come out
of bed from having a sexual dream, as I would notice his semi-erect cock
tenting out his very tight briefs - something which made life even more
difficult for me. He wears these incredibly sexy briefs, yet I know that he
has no relationship whatsoever with any of the girlfriends that he has. He
only has his friend Bill.
He is very popular with the gang but he tends to be with Bill, and with
Bill alone. He never comes home with any of his other friends. I don't
understand why he never dates any of his friends - he is a complete
knock-out. So handsome. Any girl would be crazy to be with him. As well as
myself.
My desire has grown over these years also. I find it increasingly difficult
to hide my feelings. More and more I want to finally break and tell Ron how
I feel. I have noticed lately that he spends more and more time with Bill
at the house. They sometimes stay in Ron's room for 2 hours straight
without coming out. I dare not interfere; he is entitled to his privacy.
Yet, my fantasies wander as to what they are doing, remembering all those
years ago when Ron told me of his experience with Bill that night he slept
over at his house. Secretly, I am hoping that they are having sex, as it
would satisfy my own sexual desires a slight bit, which would make my
'coming out' with Ron all the more easier.
What Ron did not know and, I assume also his friend Bill, was that Rick -
Bill's Dad and I - have been having sex together quite frequently over the
past 8 or 9 years. I had been keeping this as a very protected secret
between Rick and myself. Rick and I had been friends for over 15 years now,
almost as soon as Bill and Ron became good friends as toddlers. We would
socialize as families - picnics  together and stuff like that, which came
about because of our children being such close friends.

* * * * * * * *

 So let me tell you about my first experience with Rick and how it
developed into a regular "affair" over these past years.
One day, about 8 years ago, Rick and I were at the gym and we were running
around the track together, trying to keep ourselves in shape as we knew
that the middle years were about to close in on us. After our run, we went
to the showers. It was very late at night and we were alone. I had noticed
during our shower  that Rick's cock had begun to come to life, if only a
little bit. He also kept looking down at my crotch as I innocently
showered. I would very secretively look at him also. I loved the shape of
his cock. It had to have been  8 inches of beautifully cut skin.
This one particular night, we were busy showering. Bill and Ron were about
10 years old at the time ... just about the time that Ron had his momentous
'masturbation session' with Bill. Rick and I were in the shower and we were
telling some dirty jokes. I saw that Rick loved to lather his cock; much
more than I had seen other guys do. He would lather it up and down and all
over his balls, slowly fondling his cock. But he wouldn't get an erection.
He didn't notice of how I turned around in embarassment toward the wall as
my cock was slowly growing ... I had gotten so turned on! Bill continued to
lather his cock, telling dirty jokes and he turned in such a way so that I
got a good look at his cock. By this time, it HAD grown quite a bit and I
could definitely see that he had a hard-on.
Then he started telling me about how he masturbates at home when his wife
is at work. He told me of how he would lie on his bed completely alone in
the house, except for Bill who was usually in his room. He would take out
this magazine he bought with all these pictures of naked guys and start to
fondle himself. I did not understand why he was telling me this because at
that time I never ever would have told anyone about my innermost feelings
about homosexual love ... but I was getting more and more turned on by this
story he was telling me.
In any case, he said that he would get this enormous erection and he would
whack off with one hand up to his mouth, sucking on his fingers and one
hand beating his meat. Then, as he explained, the moment would come when he
was ready to ejaculate. He would put his hand under the head of his cock to
catch his cum and, as he began to shoot, he would catch the first few shots
and put it in his mouth and eat it. This finished me completely off. I
began to throb even more and he couldn't help noticing.
He immediately came over beside me and put his hand on my cock. He
explained by saying: "Hey man, don't hide your hard-on! I can see that
you're turned on and I'd love to play with your dick. Let's go out, get
ourselves a bite to eat, some beers and come back to my place and we'll
fool around with each other. I'd love to play with you and let you play
with me. I know that you would love it. I've been watching how you look at
me the past couple of weeks when we're in the shower. I know the signs. I
mean ... look at that beautiful hard-on you're trying so hard to hide!"
I couldn't contain myself any longer ... my cock grew to its full 7 inches
and Rick couldn't take his eyes off of it. He lowered himself to his knees
in front of me, the shower pouring down on us and he immediately covered my
cock with his mouth, gently sucking me in. Well, I don't have to continue
to explain. I was so god-damned excited and so god-damned fucking turned on
that I shot immediately. He took all of me, my cum oozing out of me right
down his throat.
Next, he pushed me down to a kneeling position in front of him by gently
forcing me down from my shoulders. His big cock was hanging right in front
of me, so, for some uninhibited minutes, I took him in my mouth. He pumped
real hard and shot a huge load of cum. I did not let it go down my throat,
though. I held it and then spit it out on the shower floor.
We did go out for a few beers, but that is about as far as I went with him
that particular day. He wanted me to come back to his place and fool around
a little, but I told him that I had never done these things before and was
totally embarassed by what had happend - I needed a little time to 'chew'
it over in my head and think about it. He agreed and ended by advising me
not to be afraid of my feelings. He actually had said that "what does not
hurt someone, does not hurt ourselves" and that we should not be afraid to
convey our feelings to others.
In the end, I blessed his outrightness, as I had gone home, taken another
shower, thought of his mouth on my cock and mine on his and then proceeding
to shoot the most incredible load that I had shot in a long time. I had
assumed that I was totally turned on by my first experience of having a
male make love to me.
We met that particular week another time in the showers of the club and
this time, I took him up on his suggestion to go with him to his place. I
had realized that he was right - I wasn't hurting anyone except myself and,
in the end, bringing a lot of pleasure to someone else, which, in my mind
sounded very good. So we went back to his place and started out in a
relationship which actually continues to this day.
This time, when Rick brought me back to his place, I felt a little more
relaxed about the whole situation. We were to be completely alone as it was
a Friday night and our sons, Ron and Bill, were up north at a camping
marathon with all of their friends at a cottage. I had no obligations
except to myself, and myself totally as my wife and I had split up 3 years
previously. We had a few issues that we couldn't resolve and eventually
this led to us going each our own ways.
Rick and I drove back from the club to his house. We entered his home and
went first to the living room, where Rick offered me a nightcap in order to
help me relax. It did. It felt wonderful. My muscles and my body were
totally relaxed. We went upstairs and I asked to see Bills's room. Rick
opened the door and I noticed a picture of my son Ron over his bed along
with other snaps of the gang from school. Except for one minor detail ...
my son's picture was a little set off from all the rest. For the moment, I
made nothing of it and we continued to Rick's bedroom. Rick had been
divorced himself now for about 6 years for many of the same reasons that I
had split from my own wife. This obviously was one factor which affected
Rick's feelings and sexual freedoms with men.
Rick said he had to take a shower and asked me if I was relaxed and feeling
alright about this whole situation. I surprised even myself by answering in
the affirmative. We entered his room and he immediately started to strip
and told me to feel comfortable.
"I'll be right out of the shower. Do anything you feel comfortable doing."
I only wished I was as uninhibited as Rick. I heard the shower running. I
sat on his bed, fully clothed, looking around the room. There was nothing
to indicate this secret life that he led. Perfectly normal. I started to
feel more and more comfortable and relaxed. I took off my shoes and got out
of my pants and shirt.
Rick called me: "Come on into the bathroom and help me a little."
I did not know quite what he meant, but I imagined many things. So I went
into the bathroom and he was behind the shower door. I saw his physique
through the fiberglass shower curtain and I noticed that his cock was
erect. Mine immediately stood at attention and the thought went through my
head that, if my own cock got erect now, I guess it was natural and normal.
I lowered my jockey shorts off my legs and stood completely naked, my cock
beginning to throb.
I hesitatingly entered the shower stall. As soon as I closed the shower
door, Rick's arms enfolded me and he immediately made me feel good by just
standing there, rubbing my back and blurting out: "Welcome to reality!"
I felt great and this big grin crossed my face and I decided to feel a
little more comfortable and put my arms around Rick. He very slowly, and
very cautiously brought his head closer to mine, our lips very close. We
looked very deeply in each other's eyes and our lips touched. His tongue
began to probe my mouth and my own mouth immediately responded. I was so
horny and so relieved that at least someone knew about my feelings. My
hands sought his cock and immediately started to play with him.
Rick then totally freaked me out. He told me of how he also had had a
sexual encounter with his own son Bill one night and how it had developed
into a regular occurrence in his bedroom. He told me of how Bill was
extremely receptive to his desires and totally understood and totally
satisfied his own father. They hid nothing from each other. Rick told me
that Bill and Ron had been fooling around with each other this way for
years and I was totally shocked. Of course I had suspected, but when Rick
just nonchalantly mentioned it, something hit my heart.
In actual fact and truthfulness, I was relieved when I heard this as I have
been wanting so very much to be with my own son. Rick told me of how he and
Bill "get it on" together almost every night and they have this incredible
"thing" going on whereby they have incredible sex together. I was getting
hornier and hornier by the minute ...
I do not have to continue with this particular part of the story, as
everyone knows exactly what Rick and I did that night - we made wild,
wonderful passationate sex - mutual sucking, fucking and fondling, thereby
introducing me into the wonderful world of male/male sex. The whole point
of this part of the story is that what went on that night 8 years ago
between Rick and myself blossomed into a fantastic sex relationship between
the two of us, and made my desire for my son Ron even more everytime I saw
him and together with this, I also began to desire Bill and to fulfill my
most wild fantasy - a foursome between myself and Ron with Bill and his Dad
all together in a wild orgasmic release.

* * * * * * * *

This last fall, something very unusual, yet very prophetic happened. Ron
was part of the gang that used to sell sweets and popcorn at the football
games. Bill was also part of this concession. One day, only 2 months ago,
Bill and Ron were to have a big meeting in Ron's bedroom about this
concession and the monies that they were to split. I was out at work and
told Ron that I wouldn't be home until around 7 this particular evening -
big presentation at the office. Bill and Ron were to meet around 1 in the
afternoon. I never have to worry about Ron and his upkeep. He had become
very self-sufficient, preparing his own meals and on many occasions, even
preparing a meal for the both of us.
It was about 3 o'clock this particular afternoon and we were getting ready
for our presentation to a large-paying client of ours. But I desperately
needed something for this presentation which I had absentmindedly forgotten
on the bureau at home so I got in the car and quickly drove to the house.
Upon entering I heard some very strange noises from upstairs. I hesitated
... I did not want to disturb them; as I had said, I respected my son's
privacy.
I stood at the bottom of the stairs and listened. I heard the shower and
noises coming from the bathroom. There was conversation between 2 people.
So I began to think: If Bill was here and Ron was here and only them, how
could one be talking from Ron's room, while one was talking from the
bathroom. I put 2 and 2 together and figured that they were together. All
of a sudden, I heard the bathroom door open and I saw Bill and Ron pass by
the top of the stairwell on the second floor, both of them wearing only
towels heading toward Bill's room.
My imagination ... not to mention my own personal hesitations and desires
got the better part of me so I stealthily climbed the stairs and stood
outside of Ron's bedroom just listening. Then, I heard them: "Oh, Ron ...
give it to me fast ... I want it in my mouth" "Bill, I want you to have it
so take it and ...". My mind was spinning. I wanted to burst right in but I
could not, just could not do it.
I quickly and quietly went back downstairs, picked up the papers, and
headed right out the door. Were my fantasies going to come to a head? My
son and Bill are still playing together after all these years? I was so
ecstatic at this proposition as I got in my car and pulled back out of the
driveway. The drive back to the office was filled with tumultuous feelings:
my feelings for Ron; his feelings for me; his feelings for Bill and, of
course, my feelings for Rick. I had also begun to wonder about Bill's dad,
Rick and how he handles all of this even though he has been having sex with
his own son over all of these years.

* * * * * * * *

This evening my special dream, my special fantasy of over 10 years started
to become a reality. Ron went out with the guys to their favorite hangout
for a few beers and burgers. I sat at home and watched TV. I found it very
difficult to concentrate because of my desires. By this time, I had been
having a solid sexual relationship with Rick and my desire to make it with
my own son had not yet become a reality, although I knew that it was coming
closer and closer.
I went upstairs after the news and went to the shower. I masturbated with
wonderful fantasies going through my head. I was in the shower, luxuriating
in the hot water pouring down over my body. My hands lathered my rock-hard
cock, soap all over my body. I was fondling my cock and my nipples at the
same time. Then I rinsed my hands and began to suck on the fingers of one
hand while the other was prodding my manhole -- one of my own personal
favorites.
I began to fantasize about Ron with Bill ... Bill with Rick ... myself with
Rick, carefully avoiding my own desires for my son, Ron. The only
explanation I could have for this was the taboo of the entire situation. Of
course I was only a voyeur to the relationship between Rick and his own
son, Bill. But everytime I thought of actually stepping out and in reality,
seduce my own son, something inside of me stopped me. There was a brick
wall there. And I wanted desperately to break it down.
I became so fucking horny and I could feel the jism rising in my shaft. My
balls were heated by the water, my precum began to flow as I slowly
massaged my entire torso. I had also been dreaming of the day that I would
eat cum for the first time and I mean really drinking down the orgasm and
not just my own occasional sputs, hoping that the first would be my son's.
I was so totally engrossed in this experience that I had not realized that
the door had opened up and Ron was standing on the other side of the shower
curtain. I immediately spun around in order that he not see my rock-hard
erection. I was aflame with embarrassment and I began to blurt ...
"H...H... How was ye .... ye ... your evening, Ron?"
"Great, Dad. I can see how good YOUR evening is," he said with a very
strange tone in his voice.
I calmed down inside a bit and immediately tried to change the subject.
"Ron, do you think you'll be able to come and play golf with us tomorrow?"
But I did not get an answer. Ron just sort of stood there, looking at
himself in the mirror, but I caught him glancing through the mirror over
his shoulder at me, his eyes wandering down my body. I immediately froze
with embarrassment and lost my erection.
"Dad, what ARE you doing in there? I thought you had stopped playing with
yourself years ago."
I was fit to be tied with embarrassment and desire at the same time. Well,
Ron just sort of hung around in the shower room on the other side of the
curtain. I so much wanted to blurt out that he should get undressed and
come in and join me. All of a sudden, I became a little more brave. I had
lost my erection immediately from total fear that I would be caught
"hot-handed". I asked Ron if he would please scrub my back (which is
something that he always did).
"Sure, Pop!" He pulled back the shower curtain and he began to lather my
back. I was facing the wall, so he couldn't see my erection which was
growing again. But something very strange happened this time. His hands
worked their way down to the very base of my back and he would sort of
lather my hips, his hands ever so slowly seemed to be moving toward my
abdomen but, he suddenly pulled back.
"Done, Dad. See ya later" and he immediately left me alone to my
avalanching thoughts. Well I don't have to tell you that this last little
experience was the final straw. I had to have him, and it was going to have
to be me to initiate this impending experience. I had to get my son into a
position where we would be together naked for the first time. I had to show
him how I felt and release my pent-up desires and emotions.
After he left the shower room, I began to luxuriate again in my solitude
and began to fantasize and lather again. I was so totally horny from this
experience that it did not take long for the cum to build. I had showered
and masturbated like this so many times but tonight was to be totally
different. As I began to shoot, I fulfilled my dream and shot into my hand
and immediately put my cum to my mouth and sucked it all in, swishing it
over my tongue with my eyes closed saying over and over to myself: "I want
you Ron and we will have sex tonight. This is your cum I drink".
I shot one load after the next thinking of my first sexual encounter with
Ron that will definitely happen tonight and took it all into my hands and
into my mouth. I then went totally limp yet felt a strange excitement in my
body. I stood in the shower again for another 10 minutes, stepped outside
and towelled myself dry. I remained, however, frustrated ... unspent in my
desires.

* * * * * * * *

I went to my room, finished towelling myself dry and slipped immediately
between the cool sheets. I lay in bed with my eyes closed and it must have
been about 10 minutes and then I must have slipped off to sleep. I suddenly
awakened some time after 2 in the morning as I heard a knock at my bedroom
door. Ron came in, bent over me, kissed me on the forehead and told me he
loved me, and left. Was this a signal to me after our scene in the shower?
I was left in the darkness feeling very horny, very strange and with very
mixed feelings. I turned on the light, took my book and tried to read. I
couldn't concentrate so I turned the light off again and lay in my bed,
feeling totally restless.
Perhaps an hour passed by and still I did not sleep.
The house was in total darkness and total silence. I assumed that my son
was fast asleep by this time. My mind was filled with many thoughts about
many things. First I thought of Rick and all the times that we had had very
elusive sexual escapades. I thought of what Rick had told me about his own
escapades with his son Bill. I thought of Bill and Ron and their lifetime
flirt with each other. And then my mind went to my own son Ron, my feelings
for him and the scene a few hours ago in the shower. I felt my cock growing
stiff again and I told myself that it had to happen. There really was
nothing but my own fears holding me back. If all three of them had been
having wonderful sexual experiences with each other, why shouldn't I.
I began to fondle myself. I loved this feeling ... lying in my bed with my
fantasies. But tonight, they were to become a reality. I got out of bed,
stark naked, and went down the hall to Ron's room, standing on the outside
of his door, my heart pounding in my chest in anticipation yet finally
completely unafraid of the consequences after knowing what had been going
on between Bill and Ron all these years, Bill's Dad with his own son and
now Ron's strange comments in the shower. I slowly entered his room.
Darkness and silence except for his soft, gentle breathing

MMMMMMMMMMM
My cock is standing right out at attention. I approach his bed and sit by
his bedside. For the first little while I do nothing except sit and watch
while he sleeps. His muscular legs are half out of his covers; his back is
toward me. Then, I very slowly lower his blanket a little more exposing
part of his back. Like a whisper, I run my hand gently down his spine
feeling his skin tingle under my fingers. He does not even stir.
I pull the blanket down a little more exposing only a tiny portion of his
waist and I can see his buttocks now from under the cover. I run my hand
down the S-shape of his side barely touching his skin. I kiss his back. Not
a stir from him. He is sound asleep.
While keeping one hand on my cock, gently rubbing it up and down, my other
hand begins its very slow and soft exploration. It goes over his side down
toward his belly. I carefully lay my hand on his belly, feeling the fur
that runs down to his crotch ... yet I dare not touch him there yet. I am
still a little frightened, yet extremely turned on by this sensation. My
precum has already begun to flow with anticipation and I wipe it with my
hands and lick it up.
I pull his covers down a little more exposing his crotch. Now, I very
gently lower my hand with my palm open until it covers his crotch a little
bit, the skin of his cock just barely kissing the palm of my hand. He still
does not stir, yet I notice that his cock twinges very slightly. It begins
to fill with blood, slowly becoming erect in his sleep. This turns me on. I
lick his backside and run my tongue down his crack a little thrilling at
the sensation and becoming bolder by the minute. He stirs ever so slightly,
beginning to turn over a little in order to lie more on his back. His cock
is now almost fully exposed to me.
I am on my knees now right at his bedside, one hand placed over his crotch
and my mouth licking his butt. The tiny hairs on his ass tickle my tongue
and his muscles begin to vibrate. His cock becomes even more extended, yet
not fully erect. He lets out a sigh in his sleep. My own cock is throbbing
now ... pulsating with delirious desire. I raise myself ever so slightly
and put my mouth on his cock, only resting my lips on his shaft. Without
opening my mouth, I run my lips up and down the shaft, carefully avoiding
his beautiful mushroom head as this would be the absolute point of no
return. I am titillated by all of these sensations. Never have I felt such
love and desire for Ron as I do at this exact moment.
He slowly turns around fully exposing his cock which stares at me in the
face. Yet he has not awakened. I pull back and just wait. He continues to
sleep. He must be completely exhausted from his day at the gym and then all
those beers with his friends. I now begin to lick my lips as I know that
the time is very close at hand. My cum begins to rise in my own cock. Once
again, I lean over and this time, with slightly more pressure, open my
mouth a little and my lips surround his now fully-erect cock. My tongue
passes over the head and I lick the magnificent head. His cock begins to
pulsate from this sensation.
I can withhold myself only a little more. I run my lips around his pubic
area, letting the hairs fill my mouth. His male scent permeates the air and
fills my nose with a magnificent aroma. I now have become even more
forceful. I place one hand on his backside and begin to nudge him a little
closer toward me. His cock is fully extended over the bed pointed directly
at my mouth. I open my mouth very wide and engulf his entire cock without
touching the sides. The air around his cock is a cushion, keeping my mouth
from totally surrounding his cock.
He stirs again and suddenly I see that his eyes are open and are
penetrating my own. A slight grin comes over his face. I lean over and
place my mouth fully over his and his tongue penetrates my mouth. He kisses
me with passion and warmth. Yet, he doesn't stir from his position nor speak.
I stand up and allow my cock to come within 3 inches of his mouth. He opens
his mouth and sticks his tongue out. I allow my cock to touch his lips. His
tongue immediately begins to search my cock out, licking the sides. I go on
my knees again and this time, I completely take his cock in my mouth and he
then begins his own game plan. He slides over on the bed and pulls me down
on top of him. We are in a 69 position. I have him completely in my mouth
now and he begins to suck my cock into his own mouth, kissing my thighs, my
balls, my cock.
Ron is now fully awake.
He rises off the bed and turns around so that we are parallel, our heads on
the bed. He kisses me once again with his mouth. My tongue is searching for
his open cavity. I notice that he has tears in his eyes.
"Dad, I love you." These are the only words he speaks.
We kiss.
He now lowers himself a bit and sits on his knees and forces me to lie flat
on my stomach. His mouth covers my butt and his tongue begins to search
between my crack. His tongue is remarkable. He penetrates my ass and kisses
and licks all over. He then forces me over, exposing my cock directly in
front of him. He speaks again: "Dad, I don't know why you waited so long. I
was always waiting for you. I have wanted this for a very very long time.
Why did you not tell me about your feelings?"
This time, I had tears in my eyes and with this sign, Ron takes all of me.
His mouth slowly engulfs my pulsating shaft, slowly sucking me in deeper
and deeper. As he licks and sucks my shaft, I hear him whimpering: "I love
you, Dad; I love you". He sucks me in even more until my balls are against
his chin. I feel my cum heating and slowly rising. My arms are around his
butt, pulling him closer to me throwing my cock even deeper into his mouth.
I force him to pull off of me for a second as I want to turn around and
take him in my mouth.
But first I lick and kiss his chest, his abdomen letting the hairs on his
chest rub against my cheeks and then I delight in the magnificent flow of
hair that flows from his belly button down to his crotch. My right hand
begins to search out his crack, slowly pushing his buttocks so his cock
comes closer and closer to my waiting mouth. I take him slowly in and then,
with gentle movements of my own body, slowly rotate my body around so that
we get into a 69 position, his cock still thrusting in my mouth. I place my
cock in his mouth and then the ecstasy begins.
We are both electrified; our cocks pumping in each other's throats. Ron
tells me that he is ready to shoot and I tell him that I am also. We time
each other's thrusting perfectly and we both shoot our cum in mutual orgasm
in each other's mouths. I drink his love juice completely, letting it swirl
in my mouth and I feel him sucking my own jism slowly, letting it thrust
out of me down his throat. Our orgasm seems to last forever and then he
goes limp in my arms, completely spent. All that I can do is hold him
tightly to my body, trying desperately to nurture him in my warmth. I can
feel him very softly whimpering and his chest goes up and down with each
breath he takes.
We just lay there together, father and son, our lusts spent like a flowing
brook. Then slowly and passionately, we both begin to slowly fall asleep,
our passions lying at bay until the morning when they will awaken to a new
day and a new beginning.
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