Date: Wed, 6 May 2015 21:03:15 -0400
From: Tj Morgan <odies1971@aim.com>
Subject: Just Like His Mother - Part 9

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As I stood there, staring into the face of the man to whom I had lost my
virginity, I realized how stupid I had been to not have seen the
resemblance to his son, the boy who had just sucked my cock in the shower.

Matty's hair was a little less red, and a little more white, but his eyes,
though slightly wrinkled around the edges, held the same mischievous glint
I had enjoyed so many years before. His face was a slightly older version
of the one I remembered from my High School days, and not all that
dissimilar from the teenager now bounding his way down the steps from
upstairs.


"Hey, Dad. I'm all set to go." Derek said smiling.


It was obvious the two teenagers did not notice the stunned silence between
the two adults. Matty broke eye contact first, smiling to his son.


"Uh, yeah. Um, Alex, uh, Mr. Morgan and I, were just introducing
ourselves. It, uh, it was nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand.


"Yeah, you, too."

As I took his hand in mine to shake it, it felt familiar and a yearning
that I had long ago forgotten came flooding back. I wanted so much to grab
Matty, to throw my arms around him and once again kiss those sweet lips. I
knew, though, that the boys would find this awfully strange, even given our
own sexual history together. But more so, did Matty feel the same? Did he
still have the same desires that coursed through me? After all, he had been
with at least one woman, perhaps many more. Then again, so had I.


As Matty turned to head to the truck, Derek slipped past and I felt his
hand brush against my ass as he said, "See ya, Mr. M."


Any other time, that would have gotten me hard all over again. Instead, I
just stood there, staring out the door into the cool Christmas Eve day.


"Um, Dad? I think what you always tell me is, `I'm not heating the
outdoors!'"


I snapped back to reality and shut the door. When I turned around, TJ stood
there staring at me with a look of confusion.

"Is everything ok, Dad? You look like you've seen a ghost."


I forced a chuckle. "No, Derek's dad just looked for a moment like someone
I used to know way back in the day."


"'Back in the day'? Jeez, Dad, stop trying to sound cool. It doesn't work!"


I laughed as I pretended to slap him. I knew, though, that the last thing I
could do would be to tell my son that his best friend's dad and I had once
been fuck buddies. No, even more than that. Even if it was difficult for me
to say out loud, Matty had been my first love. Now, seeing him standing
there a few moments ago, I realized I still loved him.


A few days had passed, and Christmas had come and gone. TJ and I didn't
really trade gifts as we tended to get what we needed or wanted when we
needed or wanted it. Our gift to each other was a day alone with no
obligations watching whatever we wanted on TV. Just for fun, I snuck in a
movie that I had picked up at the local discount DVD place. It was a little
awkward taking a copy of "The Boner Identity" up to the twenty-something
girl at the counter, but it was well worth it watching TJ get hard next to
me. We didn't see much of the movie after that.


The Saturday after New Year's, TJ had gone to stay the night at Derek's
with some of their other friends, leaving me home alone. I decided it would
be a good time to take down the few Christmas decorations that we had put
up. I had just finished de-trimming the tree when there was a knock at the
door.


"Matty, uh, Matthew. Hi," I stammered when I saw who was standing
there. "Derek is at his mother's house."


"Yeah, I know. I just left there. I, uh, thought we could talk. You know,
catch up and shit." He held up a six-pack. "I brought the drinks."


I smiled, perhaps somewhat awkwardly, and invited him in. As he walked
past, he smelled of a mixture of the cold air and the Old Spice deodorant
he had always used. Smell is a powerful reminder, and memories came
flooding back. I felt a tug in my pants and reached down to adjust my
growing cock.


After he had taken off his jacket and boots, we sat down, he in the
recliner, me on the couch. It was obvious, despite the saggy flannel shirt
he wore, that he had maintained his figure over the years. My eyes were
helplessly drawn to his crotch. From the way he was sitting, it was
difficult to tell whether the fabric of his jeans were bunched up, or if he
was starting to get a hard on. I certainly hoped for the latter.


Over the next hour-and-a-half, we caught up on each other's lives, the same
type of small talk that any two ordinary people would talk about. Before
long, the six-pack was gone and some of the awkwardness had seeped away
thanks to the alcohol.


"So," Matty began, sounding a little bolder than before. "You finally gave
up cock for pussy, huh?"


We both laughed, but I also noticed something in his look, almost as though
he was gauging my reaction.


"Well, just one," I began. "TJ's mother was one of a kind. When she looked
at me, when she touched me, well, I hadn't felt that way since..."


I could feel my face starting to warm. I had almost said, "Since you and I
were together." But, would he feel the same way? Or, would it drive him
away?


"Well, I mean, she was different." I wanted to tell him about everything
that had happened since the day I made TJ put his clothes into the
washer. About how I had realized just how much I had missed the love and
touch of a man. How empty I felt without a cock inside me. But I knew, even
if he could get passed the fact that I was fucking my own son, he would
not- could not- get passed the fact that I was fucking his.


"What about you? Obviously, you traded cock for a pussy, huh?"


Matty laughed. "Naw. Derek's mom and I, we're just friends. Don't get me
wrong, I care about her and shit, but, not in the `I wanna settle down with
a wife' kinda way. No, in fact, she's as gay as I am."


Well, there it was. The first time I had ever heard him come out and
actually say the words that he was gay. I wondered what this would mean for
us. Would he want to rekindle what we had had so long ago?


"See," he continued, "one night, we were hanging out, got a little
tipsy. We both knew the other was gay, but, there was a curiosity between
us. She hadn't seen a cock in real life, only in pictures. I had only
played around with pussies, but... Well, we decided to see what it would be
like. Next thing I know, she's pregnant."


"Wow, so does Derek know?"


"No, we always just told him that we cared for each other, but it just
didn't work out, us being married. He has no idea that his old man is a
cock rider."  I laughed. Same old Matty, just as blunt as ever.




"Do you miss it?" he asked, suddenly serious. "You know, what we used to
do?"  "Yes," I heard myself breathe.


We sat there looking at each other and I began to feel the same old
feelings. The lightheadedness, the rapid pulse, the hardening of my dick.


Matty set down what was left of his beer, rose up from the chair, and came
to sit next to me on the couch. When he walked over, I saw that he was
definitely sporting a hard-on.


He reached out his hand, touching my face. He leaned in, and our lips
met. In an instant, all the years had slipped away, and I found myself back
to my teenage days, young, horny, and desperate for my best friend.


Matty pushed forward, forcing me to lean back on the couch. I felt the
weight of him on top of me and it felt right, familiar. He began to grind
himself into me, all the while kissing me, our mouths hungry for each
other.

I felt his hand slide down my body and begin to pull my t-shirt up,
exposing my bare chest. We stopped kissing just long enough for him to lift
the shirt above my head. As my arms were raised, he thrust he face into my
right armpit. He was busily wetting the hair in my pit with his spit while
I humped his groin and began to untuck his shirt with my free hand.


Feeling what I was doing, Matty sat back and yanked his shirt and t-shirt
over his head, popping a button in the process. He had a nice mat of
reddish hair that went from his armpits, down his chest and stomach,
disappearing into his waistband. The last time I had seen him naked, he was
nearly as smooth as the two teenage boys that had graced my bed.


He began to hurriedly try to unfasten his pants. It was obvious that he was
too anxious, as he began to fumble with the button. I reached up and gently
moved his hands, and began to undo the button. I could see his chest rising
and falling and knew that he was breathing hard. The outline of his cock
was straining against the denim.


I gently slid down the zipper, making sure to press against the shaft of
his dick as I did. He pressed harder into my hand as it moved and I knew he
was anxious to cum. Matty leaned forward, placing his hands on the couch
behind me, raising the lower half of his body. I pushed down his pants and
boxer briefs, exposing the cock that had given me so much pleasure so many
years ago.


His cut cock was just as wonderful as I remembered, but the bush
surrounding it seemed to have blossomed into a darker red, almost
flame-like. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the term "burning bush" rose
forth. I chuckled to myself.


"What? Does my dick amuse you?"


"No, it excites me!"


I grabbed his dick in my hand and began to pump it. It was already leaking
cum, making it easier for my hand to slide up and down the rock hard
shaft. Matty began to fuck my hand and I heard him moan softly.


"No, not yet," I said. "I want to cum with you."


Matty leaned down and kissed me passionately. He stood up and stepped out
of his pants and underwear, finally giving me a full view of the body that
I had fucked as a teen, and would now fuck as a man. He was a typical
ginger, with freckles dotting his pale skin, the red hair of his body a
bright contrast to the rest of him. His ball-sack was tight against his
body, but I could still make out the two orbs inside.


Matty reached down and roughly pulled the sweatpants I was wearing off of
me. I had no underwear on, preferring to go `commando', so in a matter of
seconds, I laid there completely naked, my cock pointing straight at the
ceiling.


Matty practically dove between my legs and devoured my dick. The first time
I had sucked 17 year-old Matty, he told me to be careful of the teeth. Now,
older, wiser, more experienced, he was using his teeth to push me over the
edge. I could feel his teeth scraping against my cock as he rammed it down
his throat, hard enough that it shot electricity through me, but not so
hard that it hurt.


"Oh, god, I'm gonna cum!" I breathed.


Matty stopped sucking my dick and laid back down on top of me. I could feel
the hair on his chest softly on my own smooth chest. He wrapped his arms
around my neck and began to kiss me, hard, passionately. Our naked bodies
met at every point: mouth to mouth, nipples to nipples, cock to cock.


I reached down and ran my finger down the crack of his bare ass. I could
feel the smooth fuzz covering it, exciting me even more.


We humped in rhythm, our cocks, dripping and wet with pre-cum, sliding over
each other easily. I could feel the pressure building in my cock. I began
to moan, widening my legs as I neared climax. I knew Matty was close, too,
by the way he pushed harder against me.


Matty groaned, I groaned. Matty pushed his nude, sweaty body against my
nude, sweaty body. My hands clenched his ass cheeks, his hands clenched the
back of my neck.  Finally, we both let out a primal grunt as our cocks
exploded onto each other. Once, twice, three times. I couldn't tell where
my cum ended and beautiful Matty's began. I could feel the hot goo
spreading around our stomachs as we continued to fuck each other's cocks.


Finally, spent, Matty collapsed down onto me. His breathing was hard and
hot against my neck, and excited me to no end. I wrapped my arms around
Matty, pulling him closer into me, kissing him passionately.


It was then I heard three things:


"I love you."


"Way to go, Dad!"


"Holy shit! What the fuck, Dad?"


The first was Matty, uttered lovingly. The second was TJ, spoken happily.
The third was Derek, shouted in shock.