Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2012 08:21:08 -0400 (EDT)
From: Tj Morgan <odies1971@aim.com>
Subject: Just Like His Mother, Part 6

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I had been up in the hot attic for almost a half an hour looking for a
specific box.  The crazy idea had come to me early this morning. It started
when TJ was looking through some old photo albums for a project at school.
The students were required to find an old photo and write an essay on the
memory that surrounded it.

As TJ was looking, we came across a photo of when he had just turned a year
old.  It seems rather cliché now, but at the time, putting him butt
naked on a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace seemed like a good idea.

When TJ's mother and I were looking at buying the house, the beautiful
fireplace was one of the selling points.  The house had seemed so empty at
first, coming from a one bedroom apartment to a three bedroom, two-story
house.  The night we moved in, our bedroom set had not been setup, so we
lit a fire, laid out the bearskin rug, and slept in the living room.  Well,
I say we slept, but truth was, TJ's mom and I made love all night long in
front of the warm crackling fire.  I still remember the feel of the fur
against my hard cock as I lay there, being massaged by my wife.

The fireplace had not been lit since she had gotten sick and passed away.
When I saw that picture of my little boy on the rug, though, I decided it
might be time to relight the fireplace.  And if I was going to do that,
then I was going to bring out the rug.

Normally, I would have given up by now.  I figure if it hasn't been used in
over a year and you don't know where it is, then chances are you don't need
it.  This was different, though, this was a chance to have my stud of a son
on a bearskin rug.  This time, his naked ass would be mine!

Maybe it was the workout of moving all those boxes around, maybe it was the
sweat covering my arms, trickling down my back, slipping into the crack of
my ass, but I suddenly found myself very horny.  I reached down and rubbed
my growing cock through the fabric of my sweatpants.  I was going commando,
so my pants were tented right out because of my erect pole.

TJ had spent the night at a friend's house for a birthday party.  Girls
would have called it a sleepover, the guys called it an all-nighter.  As I
gently rubbed my cock, I wondered what the guys would do on their
all-nighter.  Would they play Truth-or-Dare or Spin the Bottle?  Not
likely, since girls were not allowed at the party until the next day.  I
knew TJ and his friend, Derrick, would be all for it, but I didn't know
about the other three boys.

I slid my left hand down my sweatpants as I imagined the five boys in their
sleeping bags in the Blaine's living room.  I could picture them laying
there after the Blaines had gone to bed, discussing their sexual conquests,
real or- most likely- imagined.  I wondered how many of the teenage boys
would bone up and begin rubbing their cocks under the cover of darkness and
their sleeping bag.  Would they slip their hands into their pants as I was
doing now?  Or perhaps one or two of them slid their underwear down to his
knees for better access.

While my left hand was wrapped around my cock, I moved my right hand under
my shirt and massaged my chest.  I closed my eyes and fantasized about five
different sleeping bags, picturing the fabric in the middle rising and
falling in rhythm to the occupant's hand massaging his throbbing tool.

I closed my eyes and bent my knees as the feeling of orgasm began to build
inside me.  I imagined that as each neared climax, thinking he was the only
one jerking off, there would be one that would moan lightly, gasp, or maybe
accidentally release an "Oh!", the sound causing the others to realize that
someone else was `choking his chicken' and the knowledge would put them
over the edge.

My body tingled, my knees bending even more as the cum shot out of my dick,
soaking the front of my sweatpants.  I guess the thought of five 16- and
17-year olds all shooting their loads was just what I needed.  I squeezed
the last drops out of my softening dick and wiped the sticky goo off my
fingers.

I opened my eyes and saw the full-length mirror my wife had used sitting in
the corner.  It was partially obscured by some boxes, but in the reflective
glass, I could see the front of my sweatpants, the light gray fabric
turning dark by the wetness of my cum.  I would have to remember to move
the mirror downstairs, I could think of some uses for that!

Having finished my one-handed workout, I continued searching for the
bearskin rug.  I finally found it in a box in the corner, still sealed in
one of those air-tight bags, the kind you seal then use a vacuum to suck
all the air out.

It was another couple of hours before TJ returned home.  I setup the living
room with the bearskin rug, took a shower, and then lit a fire for the
first time in over four years.  I was in the middle of cutting up some
snacks- three kinds of cheeses, pepperoni, grapes, strawberries, and a
small dish of melted chocolate- when I heard a car door close.

I peeked through the curtain to see my handsome young man waving to
Derrick's mother; she had offered to drive him home from the party.  As she
checked her mirrors to back up, I saw Derrick wink at TJ, and TJ responded
by rubbing his crotch.  I laughed to myself.

I went back into the kitchen before he came in to the house.  TJ left his
jacket in the entryway then walked into the living room.

"Dad!  I'm ho..." his voice trailed off as he saw the fire burning in the
fireplace.  The last time that we had used it was when he was just eleven.
A hurricane had blown through and knocked out the power.  We had lit a fire
for light and warmth.  TJ's mom had been making sandwiches and he decided
he wanted to be close to Daddy.  TJ crawled over to me and I opened the
blanket I was using to keep warm.  He turned himself around and backed in
between my legs.  As he nestled against me, I felt my dick respond.  I
hadn't thought about it much at the time, it was just another hard-on for
me.  Now, I was hoping for a replay.

I walked into the living room to stand next to TJ.  He stood there for a
couple moments just looking at the fire, listening to the crackling of the
embers.  When he turned to me, his eyes were misty.

"You," he cleared his throat and started again. "You lit the fire."

I smiled and nodded.

"Why?  All those times that I asked and you had said no.  Ever since mom,
ever since that day, you refused to use the fireplace.  Why did you change
your mind?"  I took his face in my hands and leaned in for a light, gentle
kiss.  Then, I reached up and gently brushed away a tear that had leaked
from his beautifully blue eyes.  "I thought it was time.  Your mother loved
it so much.  I guess I realized not to use it was, I don't know.  There
were so many wonderful memories associated with it.  I just couldn't bear
to see it going.  I realized, though, that many more wonderful memories
could be made."

I leaned in and kissed him again, this time, more passionately, more
eagerly.  He kissed me back, wrapping his arms around me in a hug.  It was
then that he realized that I was standing there in nothing but the "Enjoy
my meat!" apron.  He laughed as he looked down and saw the bulging fabric
of the apron.

"So, is this the same outfit you wore for mom?"

I laughed and answered, "Only on special occasions."

"So this is a special occasion, I guess?  What's so special about it?"

"It's special because I love you."  I kissed him again.

"I love you, too."

We kissed again and this time I began to remove his sweatshirt and his
t-shirt.  As I slid my hands up his tanned torso, I felt his muscles
beneath my hands.  My thumbs grazed across his perfect nipples, and I
rubbed them gently as I passed.  He raised his arms over his head and I saw
again the wonderful wisps of hair that grew in his pits.

I held his right arm above his head and leaned in to smell his pit.  I
could tell he had not showered that morning as he still smelled of sweat.
It was intoxicating to me, and I began to lick his armpit, my cock
twitching at the wonderfulness of it.  I heard TJ moan, and knew he enjoyed
this as much as I did.

When I had my fill, I continued removing his shirt.  He stood before me
now, bare-chested and beautiful.  I placed my finger on his chest and
traced the imaginary line between his nipples down to his belly button.  I
rubbed the small, thin line of hair that led from his navel down below his
belt.  As I did so, I stuck my finger as far down his pants as I could,
feeling the mound of hair above his cock.  I could see his penis begin to
strain against his jeans and knew he wanted more.

I knelt down before my son and began to gently bite his cock through his
jeans.  He placed his hand on my head and began to hump my face.  I could
see the outline of his cock growing larger.  When I knew that he was fully
hard, I grasped a handful of his pants in each hand and pulled hard, his
loose fitting jeans falling down easily.

I didn't think that I had pulled hard enough to also pull down his boxers,
but his massive cock was staring me in the face.  I realized then that he
was not wearing any underwear.  That only made me even more horny.  I took
his hard rod into my mouth and sucked it roughly for a couple of minutes.
I could tell he was close to cumming, so I stopped before he could.

I stood up and embraced my now naked 16 year old.  He reached behind me and
undid the tie to the apron, lifted the loop from behind my head, and let
the apron drop.  We stood there face-to-face, cock-to-cock.

I laid him down onto the bearskin rug and laid on top of him, the only
sounds were the crackling of the fire and the beating of our hearts.  I
felt the softness of the rug against my bare arms as I used them to brace
myself while on top of TJ.  I knew, from experience, that the feel of the
rug against his naked back, ass, and legs would be incredible.

I wanted to fuck him, but laying on top of my son, our cocks grinding
together, was just too hot.  We continued to kiss and he wrapped his arms
around me.  As I mashed my hard, hungry cock into his, I could feel the
overwhelming urge to cum.  I knew that he must be close too when his
fingers began to dig into my back.

I humped his naked body harder, the pain from his fingernails digging into
my back adding to my passionate fucking.  I heard TJ moan and he moved his
lips from mine.  "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

I groaned, "Me, too!"

I felt his fingernails grab harder into my back, his body stiffen, and then
a sudden wetness between our bodies.  As I continued to hump TJ, his cum
became a lube for my cock and I was able to slide more easily over his hard
dick.  My own body stiffened and I shot my warm sticky juice between us,
our cum mixing together.

Both of us were breathing heavily as I continued to slowly hump his sweaty,
cum soaked body.  I felt his hands slide down my back and cup my ass.  I
opened my eyes and looked into his, his smile so radiant, so happy.  He
kissed me again, his tongue playing with mine.

"God, that was intense!" he breathed.  I just nodded.  "So, how did I
compare to Mom?"

I smiled, "Buddy, you aren't in a competition with your mother.  But I will
say, I am damn glad I lit that fire!"

I rolled off of TJ and lay next to him.  He nestled into me and we cuddled
for the rest of the night, the snacks I had made left uneaten.  I listened
to the crackling of the fire and watched the shadows dancing on the walls
and ceiling.  Before I knew it, I heard TJ's slow, rhythmic breathing and
knew that he had fallen asleep, once again, in my arms.