Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2006 06:45:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hardly Cored <hardly_cored@yahoo.com>
Subject: learning about my boy - second installment

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What in the hell am I going to do now? I am sitting at my desk wondering
where my life is going when I can say that I can still taste my son's cum
in my mouth. It is hard to explain but it is almost like I need to spit a
big loogie really bad and the feeling will just not go away. And, as
strange as it sounds, the taste makes me think of nothing so much as it
does cotton candy. Who knew?

As any father would, I have watched my boy grow from something that I can
fit in my palm to what I consider one of the most beautiful young men in
the world. Is it possible that those feelings of admiration were sexual
all along? No... I do not think that could have gotten by me, I would
have recognized it for what it was... wouldn't I?

Even while berating myself for sucking my son's cock I can't help but
envision his beauty. That thick mop of the blackest hair that sometimes
falls to cover those sparkling blue eyes as his lips part in the silly
grin all boys have to reveal those amazingly white teeth. His summer sun
kissed skin flowing from his unblemished forehead down to his perfect
feet. This is the admiration of a father, right? And the way his large
dick flops around in his boxers as he moves around the house... Oh my, I
am in trouble. When you walk into your house to a doped up son and
realize you are worried cause you sucked his dick... !!! T-R-O-U-B-L-E
!!!

I passed through the rest of this day in a fog. I was actually dreading
going home. This is the home that, six hours before, I had wished I had
more time to spend in. It is shocking the difference a day can make.

Walking through the garage door the sound of the alarm signaling the door
opening sounded like nothing less than the pedo incest police announcing
my arrival home. All of the same thoughts and fears from this day flowed
through my brain. Had he been awake at the end? Even as a grown man I
have ejaculations in my sleep. Could he possibly know that his straight
dad was now a basket case that could only think of swinging around on his
sixteen year old son's fuck shaft and swallowing his cotton candy
flavored teen-aged baby batter?

And there he sits at the kitchen table with his beautiful feet kicked up
in the chair across from him...

"Hey, Dad, how was work today? You look exhausted, man."

Well, this seems normal so far... "Hey, Spence. Yeah, not one of my
better days. It was pretty fucking hard and I have had a lot on my mind.
Got any plans for dinner?" Why oh why does he have to be wearing those
fucking boxers?

"Naw... Kyle called and said something about his cousin Amber being in
town and asked if I wanted to date with him and Gretchen. I know all
about that girl from last summer and I told him I don't fuck sluts."

"Spencer Mitchell DuPree, do not use that fowl lingo in my presence, save
that for the locker room," but the anger was so unreal as that goofy grin
split his face and he wiped the hair out of his eyes with the back of his
hand. There are those pit tufts again. I got to stop this!

"Oh, Dad, would you rather I said I do not fornicate with women of the
evening? Give me a break, Dude!" and then the cutest chuckle that held no
mirth for me but only reminded me of that animalistic sexual moan from
early in the day. The one he let out as his fucking dad was giving him
head!

"Get your feet off my chair you little brat. Go do something and I'll get
us some rib-eyes going. You up for fries? I do not feel like baking or
mashing." Running my fingers through his hair was supposed to take the
sting out of the foot rest correction but the smell it left on my hand
actually added a sting. It was that same smell from earlier. This is what
I now know is the smell of boy sex and my cock got hard instantly poking
my slacks out about six and a half inches.

"Fries work great for me," and as he stood up he actually flicked my hard
on with his fingers,"but, Dude, I'll take soda. I am staying away from
the milk tonight, you old horn dog!" And that giggle again. FUCK, he just
touched my hard dick.

Through my embarrassment I said, "Speaking of horn dogs, why don't we try
something new this evening? How about dinner with our clothes ON? What
are you some kind of exhibitionist?"

"Oh, Dad, its just me and you, Who gives a shit?" ME... I give a shit...

"Watch that mouth, Boy. I am not gonna tell you again." All I could think
about was the other words I heard come out of that boys mouth today. Fuck
and suck that big dick sprang right to mind. My dick was throbbing as he
stood his five foot seven inch frame up from the chair and bounced off to
do God knows what. While I now know he is about eight and a half inches
hard, that has to be seven inches of thick thick boy cock swinging around
in them boxers as he strolls out of the room. Through my sexual haze I
have to wonder yet again where that fucking thing came from. It is bigger
limp than I am hard.

Dinner went off without a hitch. He did come to the table wearing a nice
pull over and some jean shorts. He even put on a pair of white ankle
socks that made his tan stand out even more. I could not believe that I
could not even watch my boy eat without getting turned on. Each piece of
medium rare colored meat that passed through his dazzling white teeth
made me think of taking his pink head through mine. I must really be some
kind of pervert.

As Spencer came back from answering the phone he told me that Kyle and
the girls were going to come over to play some basketball out in the
drive. I have to be going to bed shortly... I hate daylight savings, what
asshole thought that shit up. At least he would be out of the house
though.

After doing the dishes it was time to shower. No sooner did the soap hit
my dick than I knew I was done for. I hope it is something my son learned
early on in masturbation, I hope all boys do. The feels of soap in your
hand as you stroke up over your cock head has got to feel better than
even a pussy gripping it. I was so horned up from the days activities
that five or six strokes of soap over my cut crown and I was spewing a
massive amount of cum all over my shower. Horrified I realized that I was
picturing the most beautiful eight year old boy, with the biggest boy
cock I had ever seen, swallowing what had accidentally landed in his
mouth.

I was asleep before my head hit the pillow to the rhythmic pound pound
pound of the basketball hitting the driveway. I was asleep but not for
long...

Hey, people, sorry there was no real sex in this installment. People have
to live too and I hope that sharing life did not bore you too much. Just
remember, with this chapter ending how it did, the next chapter can start
out juicy. Thanks for ALL of the comments... even the negative ones. This
is a lot of fun... If you haven't shared with nifty, START!

This is my first attempt at writing this down. Please be nice, Guys! All
questions, comments and remarks will be well received.

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