Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2013 01:01:49 -0500 (EST) From: Tj Morgan <odies1971@aim.com> Subject: Just Like His Mother, Part 8 The following story is a work of Fiction. The work is of the erotic nature and has explicit gay sex. If you are not allowed by law to view this story or are offended by such material, close out now. All work is owned by the author and may not be used without his consent. Copyright 2013 If you enjoy these stories, please consider donating to Nifty, because it takes money to keep this site free and operating. Just click this link to donate, its safe and your donations will help to continue bringing these stories to you. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- There were so many sensations assaulting my body at once. There was the heat of the water beating upon my naked body, each droplet tingling my skin where it hit. There was the smell of the tea leaf shampoo wafting up from the head that was just below my chin. There was the feeling of teeth biting my left nipple, not too hard, but hard enough to send an electrical shock through my system. Then there was the sensation of a warm, wet mouth engulfing my hard cock, while gentle fingers caressed my balls. And finally, the sound of two hot, naked, and wet teenage boys eagerly desiring to please me. I was so happy when TJ asked to have Derrick spend the night again. I was unsure whether there would be a repeat of the last time he had stayed over. That day, I had come home to find the two boys in the pool, naked and horsing around. I acted as though I hadn't seen them, but my son figured out I had. That night, I was awakened by the two early in the morning and was treated to the best threesome I had ever had. Well, the only threesome, to be honest. When TJ asked if it was ok for Derrick to spend the night, my cock immediately showed its approval. Whereas my 16 year-old TJ had shaggy dark hair and pale blue eyes (almost ice blue) and a nice, thick, uncut cock, 17 year-old Derrick had nicely trimmed strawberry blond hair, hazel eyes, and a long, slender, circumcised piece of meat. I had fantasized about the boy ever since he had joined the swim team I coached. I loved my dark haired boy, but I always had a fascination with those that people today call `gingers'. The first boy I had sucked had been a ginger. Just a few months older than myself, Matthew (Matty, as he insisted I call him) had been the first one to befriend me in high school. We had been in some of the same classes but it was swim team where we really became close. I hadn't known it at the time, but Matty had had his eye on me for a while. When I was 16, the same age as my son who was now sucking my left tit, Matty had been 17. I smiled as I remembered the first time we had explored each other's bodies. The memory running through my mind made my cock even harder inside Derrick's mouth, if that was possible. I had invited Matty to my house one Friday night. We had a big test in calculus on Monday and he was having trouble understanding the material. I was no genius in the subject, but was making a passable grade. We studied in the living room late into the evening. My parents had gone to bed with a reminder to "don't stay up too late!" Before we knew it, the clock on the wall signaled it was one in the morning. Matty sat back from the coffee table and laid prone on the floor. He sighed. "I don't think I'll ever get this. This shit's harder than my cock in the morning." I chuckled. "I'm guessing that's pretty hard, huh?" "Fuck yeah! Don't tell me you don't wake up in the morning stiff as a board." I blushed. "Well, of course. I mean, don't all guys?" "Duh. Any guy that doesn't wake up once in a while with his cock pointing at the ceiling has got to have something wrong with him. What sucks is falling asleep in the car with your parents and sister there and waking up with your pants tented." I laughed, mainly because I knew what he meant. Only once did that happen to me. My mother and I had been driving to my grandparents. I had fallen asleep and when I woke up I was hard as rock. I looked over at my mother and somehow I knew she had seen the bulge. Talking with Matty about hard-ons made me bone up again. I shifted on the couch and quickly adjusted the hardening cock in my shorts. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me hard. But when I looked at him, laying on the floor, I saw that he too had become hard. Something stirred in me and I knew then that I wanted to see my friend's penis. I wondered, too, if the mound of hair above his shaft was the same beautiful shade of red as what was on his head. Suddenly, I heard myself asking a question. "So, what do you do about it? I mean, how do you, you know, take care of your morning wood?" Matty sat up and stared at me. "Dude, your 16. Please tell me you know about jerking off!" I threw a pillow at him, hitting him square in the face. "Shut up! Of course I know. I was just wondering if, you know, you do it." "Hell yeah! " He practically beamed as he said, "My personal best is six times in one day." "No way!" "How about you?" I blushed again. I couldn't believe we were talking about this. "Well, I've done like four or five in one day." "So, fess up. When was the last time you choked the chicken?" I laughed, my head was swimming. I couldn't believe we were talking about jerking off with my parents just upstairs. "Um, well, this morning, in the shower." Matty laughed. For the first time I realized just how incredible his laugh was. I was intrigued by the sight of his Adam's Apple rising and falling each time he laughed. "Well, if you don't mind my saying, it uh looks like you need another round." He nodded his head and I looked at my crotch. Sure enough, my dick was straining against the fabric of my shorts. I grabbed a pillow and covered myself, then nodded my head in his direction. "You're looking like you could use a session, too." He reached his hand into his shorts and gave his cock a tug. "Well, it's your fault, talking about jerking off and everything." "Me? You're the one who said calculus is harder than your dick." We both laughed. I couldn't take my eyes off his groin, the sight of his shorts rising up and down with each movement of his hand. I thought to myself, "Why not?" and moved my hand to my own hard member. "Hey," Matty said, slowly. "Since it looks like we both need to, uh, take care of business, and since we're both stroking the strudel, would it freak you out if I pulled it out? It's easier to jerk off without shorts on." Oh. My. God. Play it cool, I thought to myself. Act like it's no big deal. "Sure. I mean, as long as you don't mind me pulling mine out." "No, certainly not." We each watched each other as we slid out shorts down past our crotches. My heart raced as I saw his long cock. He was cut like me, and as I had hoped, his bush was a slightly lighter shade of red from the mop that covered his head. As I stroked my cock, trying not to cum to soon, I couldn't take my eyes off his body. Each time he pulled upward, his beautiful balls were pulled up as well. I thought about what it would be like to take each of those orbs inside my mouth. It seemed, then, that he had read my mind. "So, um, have you ever, you know, done anything with anyone else?" "You mean like sex and shit?" "Yeah." "Naw. Not really. Well, my cousin and I, when we were like ten and stuff, kinda touched each other's dicks, but, it was more curious then anything." Matty slowly moved his hand up and down his cock as he looked straight into my eyes. "Well, if you ever wanted to try, or something, I would, you know, I mean, I'd help." I thought my heart was going to stop. Was he actually suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? "Like, what kind of stuff?" He rose up to his knees and crawled over to where I sat, moving the coffee table out of the way. His dick bounced up and down as he moved. "Sit up," he said. As I did, he gently pulled my shorts the rest of the way off. As his hands slid down my legs, if felt as though a bolt of lightning was shooting through me. My cock twitched with the unexpected feeling. I looked up the stairs, half expecting to see one of my parents coming down. I was just wondering what the hell I would say to them when I felt a warmth surround my virgin cock. I couldn't resist, and laid my head back onto the couch, my eyes closed. The sensation was unlike any I had ever felt. I felt his hands caress my legs, working their way up to my groin, finally cupping my young nutsack. I gently rocked my hips up and down and felt the familiar tingle begin to build. I didn't want this to end so soon, so I began to think of anything other than the wonderful blowjob my friend was giving me. I reached down and gently rubbed my hand through his hair. "God that feels good." He stopped sucking me long enough to look up at me and smile. "I want to try sucking you, too." I said. It only seemed fair. "We could always 69." I smiled. "Ok." Matty leaned back to lay on the floor. I guess he thought I didn't know what 69 was because he said, "Lay next to me, with your feet up by my head." I did as I was told, pretending I had no idea what to do. It was a turn on to be instructed by this slightly older boy. "Take my cock a little at a time. Don't try and take it all at once, you don't want to choke. Oh, and be careful of the teeth." I did as he told me, slowly going down on him as he went down on me. I smiled to myself, though, as I suddenly plunged down his rod and began sucking him hard and fast, as though my life depended on making him cum. I felt his mouth greedily take my cock, eager to suck all the juice from my balls. For a moment- a brief moment- I considered what might happen if we had gotten caught, two teenage boys, naked on the living room floor sucking each other's dicks. What would Dad have said to see his boy eating dick? And yet, the danger of the situation just made me hornier. I felt the body of the boy beside me begin to quiver and I knew it was because of my mouth wrapped around his cock. Suddenly, he stiffened and I felt a hot liquid splash into my throat. I coughed and gagged, but was determined not to let go. As he came, he sucked my dick even harder and deeper. My own balls began to release their juice into his waiting mouth. I had jerked off before, I had even humped my pillow to an orgasm, but nothing, I repeat nothing, had felt the way fucking my friend's mouth had felt. We stayed there for a few minutes, licking the sticky remains off each other's waning dicks. Finally we sat up, looked at each other and smiled. We went to bed shortly after, but it was just the beginning of our short love affair. His family moved six months later. Although we tried to keep in contact, we had soon lost touch. Back in the present, my memories of my first blowjob- giving and getting- soon made my balls tense up. Once again, I was shooting my load into a waiting, eager mouth. Derrick took all of my white warm goo, then stood up, the three of us locked in an awkward kiss. Finally, shower time was over. We toweled off and dressed. Derrick packed his things, getting ready to be picked up by his father. I was eager to meet the man that had spawned the lovely boy that just before had swallowed my seed. Derrick's dad was an engineer and worked projects all over the world. He and Derrick's mother had never married, but once or twice a year, he would breeze into town for a few weeks. Everyone seemed happy with this arrangement. I, myself, thought it odd. I heard the doorbell ring and ran down to answer it. "Derrick," I called. "That must be your dad. Make sure you have everything. I'll tell him you'll be right down." "Okay, Mr. M." I smiled to myself as I reached for the door. How should I introduce myself? "Hi, I'm the guy sucking and fucking your son!" No, probably better not. I opened the door, feeling the cold air of the Christmas Eve day. The man on the other side of the door smiled, then gasped. "Holy shit," he said. "Matty?"