Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2006 05:27:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: The Long Ride Home Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and should be enjoyed as such.
Comments are always welcome.  Enjoy.


It had been a few days since the whole incident in the car with my son.  I
had been driving my family back from a day at the beach and my son, Joe, at
some point had decided to jerk off in the back seat!  At the time, I wasn't
sure if he realized I was watching him in the rearview mirror, but I did
watch him and was so turned on, I jerked off in the front seat while I was
driving.  It was so hot watching my own son get himself off and he had a
beautiful dick, too!  He shot his load pretty quickly and ended up eating
it.  Watching him lick his own semen off his hand really sent me over the
edge and I came, spilling most of my load onto the floor of the car between
my legs.  We drove the rest of the way home in silence and neither of us
looked at each other.  After we'd arrived home and were emptying out the
car, I came out of the house to find Joe standing next to the driver's seat
looking into the car.  I walked up to him but he didn't seem to hear me.
He was focused on something inside the car.  Then I realized that the load
I had shot was still all over the floor of the car.  When I spoke to him,
he seemed to jump out of his skin.  I obviously startled him.  I sent him
to the trunk to get the cooler and took a quick peek into the car.  Sure
enough, there were globs of white cum all over the floor and I realized he
had been looking at them.  As he came back with the cooler, I turned to him
and said, "You know, son, I had to keep one hand on the steering wheel.
Otherwise I would've done the same thing as you."

He gave me a look that was a combination of surprise and puzzlement, almost
as if he was pretending not to know what I was talking about.  But then he
smiled, which told me that he not only knew what I was talking about, but
also that he was pleased that he'd done something I wanted to do.

Nothing more had been said about that night and we both fell back into our
routines, me going to work and he enjoying his summer vacation.  This
summer had been incredibly hot and humid and right after that night, we
went through a heat wave that was particularly brutal.  For almost a week,
the temperature was in the upper 90s and the humidity was very high.  It
was just awful.  We had air conditioning, but only window units that we
installed in the bedrooms for sleeping.  This kind of weather wasn't so
common to merit spending money on central air, though on days like these, I
cursed not having it.  So, we would all try and deal with the heat and
humidity and then enjoy the cool bedrooms at night and sleep well.  But
getting up the next morning and walking out of the bedroom was like walking
out of a refrigerator and right into the oven.

One night, after my wife had gone to bed, I went outside to have a smoke.
Now, I really don't smoke and had quit years ago, but every now and then,
I'll have one before bed.  I like the way the smoke makes me dizzy and
sleepy and I figure having 1 or 2 every few days is hardly a habit.  So, I
went into the back yard, walked over to the garage and went inside.  It was
like a blast furnace inside.  The hot, humid air had been trapped in there
all day and the second I walked through the side door into the garage,
sweat started running down my sides and back.  I stepped inside and moved
along the wall until I hit the workbench, pulled open the first drawer and
took out my pack of smokes and lighter.  I took out a cigarette and put it
between my lips and flicked the lighter.  I lit the cigarette, took a drag
and blew the smoke out, letting that weird hazy feeling spread over my
brain as the nicotine entered my bloodstream.

I leaned up against the car and took another drag.  I rubbed my hand on my
chest, feeling all the sweat I had produced since walking into the garage.
I don't know why, but something about this kind of warm, stuffy atmosphere
seemed to make me horny.  I was already hanging pretty low from the heat
and could feel my dick inside my briefs starting to stretch.  I took
another drag off the cigarette and thought, "What the hell?"  and
unbuttoned my cutoffs.  They immediately fell to the ground and I decided
to step out of them.  I began running my hands over my crotch, feeling my
balls and my growing dick inside my damp underwear.  I have to admit, on
nights like this I could really work myself up.  Feeling myself, and the
smell coming off my body, combined with the heat had me getting hornier by
the minute.  I put the cigarette in my mouth and slowly peeled off my
underwear, pulling it off one leg and then the other.  I held the damp
cloth in my hands, turning them around until I was looking at the crotch.
I brought them up to my nose and took a deep sniff.  Jesus!  The smell
caught in that cotton was intense and made my cock instantly stiff.  It was
so musky.  All that sweat pouring off my balls all day had soaked into
those briefs and standing there smelling them was making me crazy horny.  I
tossed the briefs onto the hood of the car, spread my legs a little wider,
and really went to town on my dick.  I held my cigarette in my left hand,
and stroked my dick with my right.  Man, I was in fucking heaven, letting
the warmth of the garage make me sweatier.  It was like being in a sauna.
I reached down and stroked my nuts, pulling on them and getting my hand wet
with all the sweat down there.  Then I went back to my cock, using that
sweat to keep my dick all slicked up.  More than anything, though, the
smell coming up from my crotch was really turning me on.  I was definitely
getting close to coming.  I started taking longer, slower strokes and
making a few noises.

I was getting closer and closer and suddenly, I heard something and felt a
rush of cool air.  I opened my eyes just in time to see the side door close
and realized there was someone standing there in the dark.

"Who the FUCK is that?" I yelled, in part to scare whomever it was, but
also because I was scared myself.

"It's me Dad," came a voice from the darkness. "Joe."

"What the fuck?  Why...?  Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!"  I was
starting to calm down, but my heart was racing.

"Sorry," came the voice again.  "I saw you come in here, but then you
didn't come out.  I... I just..."

"What?"  I said.  I realized I was standing there completely naked.  I
started getting angry not only because he'd scared the shit out of me, but
also because I had been so close to coming and now I'd lost my erection.

"I looked in the window and saw you in here."  He finally said.  "And you
seemed to be....  I thought maybe...  after the other night..."

"What? What do you mean?"  I asked, beginning to realize what he was
saying.

"I saw you the other night, in the car.  On the way home from the beach."

"Yeah, I thought you did.  You know, I was doing it because you were." I
said.  "For some reason, seeing you in the back seat enjoying yourself
really got me going."

"Well, seeing you in the front seat getting off was pretty crazy too," Joe
said, sounding like he was relieved to be able to talk about it.  "I mean,
you've got a really big dick."


"Well, son, you're not exactly small yourself," I shot back.  Then it
dawned on me, again, that I was still standing naked in the garage with my
son standing there next to me.

There was a moment of silence; neither of us really knowing what to say,
and then Joe did something that made get hard again almost instantly.  His
hands went to his waist and I heard the sound of a snap.  I watched as my
son pushed his shorts down and then he stood up, sporting a very large
erection, pointing straight at me.

"Let's do it again, Dad.  Let's jerk off together," he said, his voice
almost a whisper.  He leaned against the wall; his shorts were around his
ankles, his hips thrust forward and he was openly stroking his dick, slowly
and confidently.  He kept looking at me, then back at himself, then up at
me.  He was clearly as horny as I was tonight.

I walked toward him and he turned to face me.  I reached out and put a hand
on his shoulder and looked at his face, or what I could see of it in the
dark.

"Are you sure, Joe?  I asked.

"Look at me. Look how hard I am" Was his reply and I looked down at my son.
His body was taught and muscular, but he was still pretty skinny.  He
didn't have any chest hair, but I could make out a pretty thick bush above
his dick.  And what a dick it was!  It stood straight out, but curved up
just a bit toward the tip.  The head was beautiful, nice and large, and the
shaft was pretty thick the whole length, getting a bit thicker near the
head.  He was looking down at it, while he held it in his hand,
occasionally squeezing it.  Yeah, he was ready.  And so was I.  Standing
there, looking at my son with a hard-on had gotten me hard again too.

"All right, man," I said, "Let's do it."

As soon as my hand started to glide along my shaft, I let out a sigh and
felt that familiar pleasure of stroking my dick.  I can't even begin to
describe how bizarre it was to be doing this in front of my teenage son, or
how fucking sexy!  As soon as I started stroking my dick, he did the same.
But he almost immediately started stroking himself really fast, like it was
a race.



"Hey," I said, "Try slowing down a bit.  Like this."  And I started taking
longer, slower strokes back and forth over my dick, letting my palm glide
over the head until almost none of my hand was on it, and then sliding my
closed fist back down over my dick, pulling it down to the base.

Watching me, Joe began to slow his stroke down.  Soon, we were stroking at
the same pace.  His body seemed to relax as he continued stroking.  He
widened his legs a bit and bent his knees and thrust his hips forward.  He
was obviously enjoying this.  And so was I!  Watching my son jerk off in
front of me was about the sexiest thing I could think of, even sexier than
spying on him in the rearview mirror.

Joe leaned against the car, next to me, and I turned and did the same.  Now
we stood side by side, our sweaty backs stuck to the side of the car, our
hips pushing forward, stroking our dicks at almost the same pace.  The
garage was silent except for the slapping sound coming from our hands and
our heavy breathing.

I reached out with my left arm and draped it across his shoulder, pulling
him toward me.  I stood there, holding my son next to me, marveling at the
sight of the two of us stroking our dicks together.  I knew I wouldn't last
much longer.  In addition to the sights and sounds in that garage, the
smells coming off both our bodies were intoxicating.  I knew my own smell
and definitely knew that the hot garage air was filling up with my funk,
but there was definitely a nice musk coming off Joe.  As I stood next to
him, with my arm on his shoulders, I could smell him too and that really
got my balls churning.

He was clearly getting off on jerking his dick with his old man, too.  His
stroking started to speed up and he reached down with his left hand and
pulled on his nuts.  The whole time, his face was pointed right toward my
crotch and I knew he was watching his Dad stroke the dick that made him.

"You like looking at your old man's dick?"  I asked quietly.

"Yeah," he whispered back.  "It's fucking awesome."  Then he looked up at
me, expecting a reproach for what he'd just said.  Instead, I squeezed my
arm, pulling him even closer and I kissed him on the side of his head.


"Yeah, well I like watching you too."  I said.  "You've got a beautiful
dick."

We both fell silent again, lost not only in the pleasure we were giving
ourselves, but also in the fact that we were sharing that pleasure with
each other.  Watching my son jerk off and letting him watch me stroke my
dick was an experience that seemed so natural, but felt so intimate at the
same time.  I knew neither of us would forget this night for a long time.

Joe pulled out from under my arm, and off the side of the car and turned so
he was facing me.  His stroking was getting faster and his breathing seemed
heavier.  He kept spitting large globs of saliva into his fist, then
slicking up his dick with it, and soon his dick was really slick and that
familiar "swap, swap, swap" sound filled the garage.  I stood, leaning
against the car, watching my son stroke his dick, lost in his own pleasure
and felt myself getting closer and closer to coming.  He had closed his
eyes for a few moments, but opened them again, first looking at me, and
then moving down to look at my dick.  I stopped stroking and just held it
at the base between my thumb and forefinger, pulling the skin down at the
base and giving my rod a shake or two.  Watching me do that really seemed
to get to him.  He would close his eyes, give a deep exhale and stroke his
dick a little faster.

Suddenly, his eyes popped open and he looked at me.  He almost looked
panicked and I knew what he was going to say, but he whispered it anyway:
"I'm gonna cum."

Then he stopped stroking and, holding his breath, the first shot of cum
flew out of his dick and hit my stomach.  Then, as the next shot started to
build up, Joe began to exhale, a short breath with each shot.  He also
started stroking his dick again, this time rubbing the underside of his
dick, right where the head meets the shaft with his index finger.  And on
top of each breath was a low moan, almost like he was whining in both agony
and ecstasy as the cum came out of him.  The first shot hit my stomach, and
before the second shot flew out, I stepped forward, so I was only inches
away from him.  I stopped stroking my own dick, put my right hand on his
shoulder to hold him steady, and then slid my left hand under his pulsing
dick.




"Yeah," I said quietly into his ear.  "Give it all to me."


With each shot, his body shook and jerked, his breath blew out of his nose
and a big glob of cum shot out of his dick head.  Two more shots hit my
stomach and began running down into my pubic hair.  A couple more shots
plopped right into my open palm right under the head of his dick.  A few
more jolts and Joe's body began to relax.  His hand slowed down and he
seemed to be done ejaculating.

I kept my hand on his shoulder and took my left hand, filled with his cum,
and began spreading it over my own cock.  Then, with my right hand, I
rubbed the cum on my stomach, and started stroking my dick with that hand
as well.  Soon both hands were covered in a frothy white foam of cum and
sweat.  I was wildly rubbing my hands over my cock, down around my balls,
over my stomach and getting off on the feel of my son's cum on my body.
Joe stood before me, cooling off and coming down, while I was getting
hotter and hotter.  I could feel the cum really churning in my nuts.  I
opened my eyes and looked at my beautiful boy, my son, who had just shared
an incredibly intimate moment with me giving me some of his seed.  The
feeling of his slick cum on my dick and the smells coming from both our
bodies finally took over and I felt that familiar wash come over me,
starting at the base of my neck and spreading up and over my brain like
tiny bubbles.  Yeah, I was coming.

Unlike my son, I was pretty loud when I came.  Not only was I really worked
up, but I was also in the garage and figured; what the hell?  As I got
closer and closer, I rose up on my toes and spread my knees a bit.  Then,
as the first shot built up, I bent over a little, and then thrust my hips
forward and let out a loud "Ah! Ah!" and watched the first thick shot of
cum shoot out of me and hit my son's chest.  Joe seemed completely
transfixed by the sight of his Dad coming and the shot of cum hitting him
almost seemed to wake him up.  He looked up at my face with an expression
that seemed both surprised and amused, then looked back down at my dick.
The next couple of shots came flying out, one hitting Joe again, and the
other falling on the ground between us.  Joe put out his hand, just as I
had, and started catching the last few shots in his palm.  I pushed my dick
down so the head rested in his palm and I let more cum pump out of my dick.

"Yeah," I said.  "Catch my cum."

I slowed down my stroking as the last few contractions came and almost
nothing came out.  I tugged at my dick and then pulled all the skin forward
and squeezed.  A pearl of cum oozed out of my slit.  Joe ran his thumb
along the head and wiped it off.  I looked at his hand and saw his palm
full of my cum.

"Well," I said, "There's the stuff that made you."

Smiling, I looked at his face.  He was intently looking at his palm.  Then
he looked up at me, back at his hand, and slowly brought the hand to his
mouth.  While I stood watching, my son tipped his hand and let the cum
slowly run off his hand and into this mouth.  I don't think I'd ever seen
anything quite as erotic as I was right then.  He then began licking his
palm, eager to get it all. Suddenly, without thinking, I pulled his hand
away.  I looked at his mouth, covered with cum, the strands dripping
between his lips.  Overcome with lust, I pushed him against the car,
pressed myself against him, and started kissing his mouth.  The feel of his
lips and the taste of cum mixed with the sweat on our faces made me crazy.
I felt like I could've cum again!  I put a hand on the back of his neck and
pressed his face even harder against mine.  My tongue pushed past his lips
and his mouth opened for me.  Suddenly, our tongues were meshing and we
were both tasting my semen and each other.  Instead of relaxing after just
having cum, it seemed like we were becoming even more frenzied.

Both of us moaned as we kissed, caught up in the passion of the moment.
I'm not even sure what was hotter, the fact that I was kissing my son or
that I tasted my own cum in his mouth.  Either way, we both stood there,
mouths locked, sharing cum and saliva.  I had pushed myself up against him,
my cock pressed up against his stomach.  I could feel his dick, still hard,
poking between my legs.  Finally, I began to regain some composure and
pushed myself off Joe and stood back.

"Whew!" I said, with a smile.  "I really needed that."

Joe just stood there, his dick still pointing forward, but beginning to
soften.

"Yeah," He said. "Me too."

"You know, Son." I continued, "between tonight and the other night in the
car, it seems like maybe you and I have found a new hobby."

Joe laughed and bent over to pull up his shorts.  "Yeah," he said, standing
up. "I think we have."

"Watching you tonight, and the other night too, made me so... proud, you
know?" I said, reaching out and rubbing my hand on his head.  Then,
speaking really quietly, I said, "Made me pretty horny, too."

"Yeah," he replied with a laugh.  "Made me horny too.  I've jerked off a
couple times since then, thinking about you in the front seat."

"Come on," I said.  "Let's get out of this oven and get some fresh air."

As we walked through the side door, I put my hand on my son's shoulder and
we walked out into the cool night air.  "Maybe we should do this again
sometime," I said.

"How about in like 10 minutes?" came his response.

I laughed and squeezed his shoulder.  "Your old man's not quite as able as
he used to be.  But I'd be happy to watch you do it again."

"Alright." He said.  "Wanna meet in the car?  I'll be in the backseat."

And with that, he turned around and headed back into the garage.