Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2013 23:08:33 -0400
From: Silo Addict <siloaddict@hotmail.com>
Subject: It Started at the Pool (Chapter 4)

It started at the pool
By Silo Addict  (siloaddict@hotmail.com)

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between a man and
his teenage son. This story is entirely fictional and isn't true. Any
characters or scenarios that share any similarities to real life people are
events are purely coincidental.  The author of this story is not a minor
but of legal age.

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*************

Jeremy woke up in the middle of the night, sweating, not because it was hot
but because of the dream. When he brought his hand up from beneath the
covers, it's wet. It's also completely covered in cum, his softening penis
poking out of the waistband of his underwear. When he looked at his alarm
clock it read 2:30 a.m. and he had to take a piss worse than ever.  Jeremy
headed towards the bathroom when something caught his eye. There were
lights still on from the main level of the house.

It's not like anyone be to up this late, thought Jeremy.

Chapter 4

When lights on the main level were on, they easily travelled up the
stairwell. He could hear his mother snoring from their parent's
bedroom. Jeremy knew once she was out she slept like a log. It wasn't like
his father to leave lights on before bed. His dad hounded him whenever
Jeremy did so and the chance to get him back was too good to pass up. He
traced his fingers along the upstairs hall, guiding himself in the
darkness. Despite the light coming from the main floor Jeremy was still
half asleep.

He hobbled in his underwear to the top of the stairs and stopped short of
the very first step. The third one from the top creaked loudly and if he
stepped too heavily, the others would creak too. Jeremy slowly descended
the staircase. The layout of his house was awkward to say the least. The
wall to the left was the one shared with the adjacent house, a
semi-detached. There was no banister, but instead another wall acting as a
banister. He made it halfway down the staircase without ever making a
sound, but even at such a slow pace any noise created wouldn't be heard.

It was then the previous day's events came flooding back to him, sucking
his dad's cock in the pool shower, his dad watching him finger himself in
the shower. His underwear tented outwards, the lingering effects of the
dream still in him. The excitement left his fingers numb and his hand
sweaty as it grazed the banister. Jeremy took deep breathes to calm down,
lowering down the steps. His erection poked out the waistband of his
underwear, simply refusing to go down.

He was about to head down to shut the lights when he became aware of a
sound, very faint, not quite a rustle, but something else Jeremy couldn't
put his finger on. If he peaked his head over the wall he could see into
the study at the end of the wall, but it required leaning forward, ducking
his head far enough so the ceiling didn't obstruct his view. Sure enough
the corridor light was on but the light in the study was off save for the
blue light coming off the television. His dad was lying on the couch, that
much was certain, but that's all that was certain.

More than likely his father feel asleep. Jeremy shuffled down the remaining
steps and hustled towards his father's study. The sound was clearer now, a
faint groaning followed by short breaths. His body was eclipsed in darkness
passing through the light of the corridor as he slowly but surely
approached his dad's study. And what he saw before him nearly floored
Jeremy. His father's naked body sprawled legnthwise on the couch, facing
away. Taking in the sight of his father almost took Jeremy's breath
away. One arm was behind his head, the other stroking his cock
furiously. The boy quickly became hypnotized by it, watching the thick rod
lengthen to its full size as his heavy balls bobbed up and down.

"Oh God, suck that cock! That's it son! Suck it good!"

In the afterglow of the television, every vein becomes pronounced. The hair
on his chest and legs glisten and the musk that filled the room was
intoxicating. Jeremy took his hand, and silently lowered the waistband of
his underwear, enough to let his tiny cock spring free.

There was something sexy watching him there. Back at the pool shower it was
merely curiosity, to see his father naked for that first time, what he
might look like in a few years and making comparisons between their
bodies. When he caught him jerking off in the shower it was almost
pathetic, watching his dad cower there in the corner tugging his meat like
a wounded. But now, with the barrier between them broken, he saw strength,
power, as he tugged on the cock that made him and wanted to share in the
experience.

"Jer? Is that you?"

He barely heard his father, in fact the only reason Jeremy noticed anything
was because his father stopped stroking. His dad angled his head attempting
to see his son in the doorway but couldn't quite make it. The words seemed
to fail him, Jeremy's mouth running dry all of the sudden.

"Yes," he said sheepishly, "It's me."

His dad slowly swung around planting his feet on the ground. When he stood
straight up, naked and fully erect, Jeremy watches a drop of precum emerge
from the slit of his cock, dripping onto the carpet below. The dick
throbbed on its own accord and when he looked up at his father's face a
grin peaked at the side of his mouth. Jeremy smiled too, laughing
nervously. He lowered his underwear, threading each leg through the
holes. Then suddenly he was naked too, standing in the middle of the room.

"You look good son."

Jeremy's heart beat faster, not knowing what to say. He fidgeted with his
hands, not looking at his father, as his own drop of precum escaped his
dick.

"You do too."

His father's smile suddenly disappeared. He gradually approached Jeremy,
bridging the gap between them, and just when he thought something was going
to happen, his dad shuffled past him and headed into the hallway. Jeremy
was heartbroken. He stood there frozen not willing to turn around. Maybe it
was better this way as he listened to dad's footsteps echo down the
corridor. Then without warning, the light behind him turned off and the
heavy footsteps return to the study.

"Let's have a talk son."

Hank guided the boy to the couch. When his hands touch his naked shoulder,
it sent a chill through his body. When his father hunkered down beside him
his hairy legs make contact with Jeremy. His dad's cock still stood at
attention and showed no signs of deflating soon.

"First of all, I'm sorry for walking on you in the shower before. I
would've knocked but I thought you were in trouble." Jeremy remembered
earlier that night, crouching in the shower with his fingers up his tight
ass, imagining it was his father's cock, fucking him. And from the calmness
in his dad's voice he knew exactly what he was thinking as well. "Secondly,
I'm sorry for...at the pool." He stopped suddenly, clearing his throat. "I
should have shown more control."

"That's okay," said Jeremy. Their legs rubbed together and the electricity
from the contact sent a wave of pleasure through his young body. "As for
what happened in the cubicle." The image of being in that tiny shower on
his knees, gagging on his dad's cock, and now sitting naked beside him was
suddenly just too much to bear.

"Oh God!"

Jeremy spasmed into his father's arms as cum shot through his young
dick. It was the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. His father
wrapped his arms around his young son, holding tight until he stopped
shaking.

"Dad, I'm sorry I -- "

"It's okay, son. You have nothing to feel embarrassed about."

They hold each other for a few minutes, saying nothing, and when they let
go Jeremy notices a surprising amount of cum coating his dad's chest.

"You blew quite a load there son," he said laughing, "Surprised you had so
much in you after earlier."

Jeremy laughed too, not out of nervousness but rather of joy. Hank waited
for son to come down before continuing talking.

"I know you're going through a difficult time, what with your body
changing, hormones and all. And I want you to know that if you have any
questions, about sex or anything, you can always come to me about
anything," he said rubbing his son's cum into his chest, "You're not going
to surprise me."

" Even now?"

"If you want," said Hank, caressing his son's legs. "Fire away."

So many questions ran through Jeremy's head. He didn't know how to
begin. He knew one thing though, Jeremy wasn't going to pass up this
opportunity.

"How many times do you...you know?" said Jeremy skittishly, nodding towards
father's dick.

"What, masturbate?" His father absent-mindedly stroked it, before placing
his hands at his side. "At least once a day, if I'm not with your mother at
night, but when I was your age it wasn't uncommon to stroke the sausage
four to six times a day." The imagine of his father jerking off quickly
entered his head, but he had to focus. "And what about you son, do you jerk
off?"

He nodded meekly. "Sometimes."

"And when's that?"

"Every chance I get."

Everything up till this point was preamble. Jeremy's heart sped up once
again. There was only one question he wanted to ask, one that would define
their relationship from here on in.

"Dad...there's something I want to ask you...but I'm afraid once I do you
won't love me anymore."

His father grew quiet all of the sudden. Jeremy felt tears welling up in
his eyes, maybe he'd gone too far. Hank then took his son's chin between
his thumb and forefinger and turned it so they were facing each other.

"That could never happen son. There's no question you can ask me that'll
make me stopped loving you?"

"Really?"

"Really."

Jeremy brought up his leg and turned his body towards his father, taking in
his stout body once again.

"What were you thinking about when you were jerking off at the pool?"

"Truthfully," he said, sighing, "I was thinking about you." His father now
had trouble getting the words out.

"Were you thinking about me just now before I came in?"

"Yes."

"Do you always think about me when you jerk off?"

"Not until today. I'm sorry I lost control son at the pool, but when I saw
you there bent the way you were I just couldn't help myself."

There was no turning back. His dad dropped his head after his confession,
either embarrassed or disgusted.

"If you saw my ass again, would you jerk off to it?"

His father picked up his head suddenly, looking his son dead in the
eyes. Hank didn't need to answer. Jeremy already had it. His son brought
his legs on the couch and leaned back, pulling his hands behind his knees,
exposing his tight pucker to his father.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you want you want." Hank examined his son's hairless body. Jeremy
had him, as his dad looked down at him with lust in his eyes. "Do it dad,
stroke that cock."

Without a second thought he took his dick in his hand and stroked his cock
like there was no tomorrow. Jeremy crept his fingers closer to his ass and
spread his sphincter wider.

"Oh yeah son, spread that ass! Make your daddy proud!"

His father inched closer, now almost leaning over him, rubbing Jeremy's
young legs as he continued rubbing his penis. He took a glimpse at his
father's face and the man is practically spitting, but it's only a
glimpse. Jeremy is too focused on that vieny prick and thinks about all the
fun they're going to have in the near future.

"Did you like sucking your dad's dick?"

"Yeah."

"Were you thinking of me fucking you when you had your fingers up your
ass?"

"Yes Daddy!"

"Where do you want me to come son?"

"My ass. Come on my ass."

Hank rose on his knees just as his son commanded and aimed his penis an
inch from his son's asshole, but Hank's greedy, and after the first two
spurts shoves the head right into his son's ass. The pain passed through
Jeremy's body but cum had a funny way of making things hurt less. When he
was done, his father wiped the sweat from his head and removed his rapidly
deflating cock out of his rectum. He turned suddenly so he faced the
television, while Jeremy remained in position.

"I'm sorry son, for everything."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," said Jeremy standing up so his ass
within arm's reach. "Besides, like you said before, you can ask me
anything."

Feedback is always welcome as are plot ideas for the story. Share your
comments, suggestions, and by all means your own fantasies and experiences
with family members at siloaddict@hotmail.com. Remember, Nifty needs the
support of readers like you to continue to provide you with the
entertainment you enjoy. Please make a donation of any size to Nifty. Thank
you.