Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2003 21:34:01 +0100
From: Andy Sommers <sommers631@hotmail.com>
Subject: Matt & Scott Part I

This is a work of fiction.  Usual disclaimers apply.  If you shouldn't be
reading it, don't!

Enjoy!

Matt's a thirty-seven year old who runs a successful landscape gardening
business.  With brown hair, green eyes and a killer smile, Matt had all the
confidence you'd expect from a handsome, friendly guy with his own business
and, to boot, employees and clients he considered friends as much anything
else.  To top it all off, the guy's 6'4", powerfully muscled from both work
and a regular gym routine.  His large arms came from powerful, wide
shoulders.  His chest swelled out into hard pecs capped with two meaty
nipples.  His abdomen, cut into a hardened eight-pack, led down to a 30"
waist.  Below that was a five inch thick, nine inch long slab of ever-ready
cock.  This cock enjoyed nothing more than sliding up into tight assess and
down hungry throats.  He always got plenty of that, too, either from some of
his employees or, just as often, from clients who wanted more than just
their gardens laid.

He lived with his nineteen year old son, Scott.  Scott's mother had cleared
out soon after he was born, citing youth and a lack of love for being either
a mother or wife.  This suited Matt fine.  But, it did bother him that Scott
was missing out on this important part of his life.  So, he tried to provide
as normal a life for Scott as possible.  This meant that he didn't fuck
around at home.

It had been a hot day.  When Matt found out that the gravel for a new drive
wasn't coming in until the next day, he didn't hesitate for a second to send
his boys home, himself included.  Right about now, all he wanted was a beer
in his hand, and to lie by his pool.
Driving up his street, he noticed that Scott's car was in the drive.
Realising he must have come home from college early, he thought it might be
nice to catch up with Scott by the pool.  Walking round the back of the
house, he entered through the kitchen door.
There was no sign of Scott, which meant he might be sleeping or hanging out
in his room.  He quietly walked up the back stairs and down the hall.  He
then heard the first moan.  It was followed by a sharp intake of breath and
then another, deeper moan. Matt realised Scott was probably jerking off.
Should he take a peek?  He decided he would.  Moving up to the door, he
peaked through the crack.

What he saw shocked him more than anything he had ever seen in his life.
There was Scott, fucking his best friend, Joe.  They were both naked and on
the bed.  Scott was kneeling, slowly fucking Joe with full, long strokes.
Matt looked down at his 20 year-old son's body as he fucked his jock buddy's
hungry hole.  His body was covered in a sheen of sweat.  His blonde hair was
pasted to his forehead.  His wide shoulders; the muscled arms that he was
leaning on; the full hard pecs, swollen from hours in the gym and football
practice; his hard abs, cut and glistening.  Finally, he looked down at the
slick cock that was being rammed up Joe's ass.  It was wide, as wide as his
own, and long.  And, when Scott pulled all the way out, rubbing the dripping
tip over Joe's ass crack, Matt could see that the kid had at least 9" of
solid cock.

"Fuck, man, put it back in.  Slide that fucker up my ass, man.  Use me!"
"Got that, stud!  You like this fucker up that hot ass of yours, don't ya?"
said Scott.
"Shit, yeah!  Shove it back in, guy!" Joe wiggled his ass, waiting for his
tight hole to be filled with Scott's mighty cock.

As Scott drove his massive ass splitter back up Joe's ass, Matt decided to
pull his own drooling hard on from out of his jeans.  He quietly unzipped
them and undid the top button.  As he reached in to heft out his stiffened
rod, he quietly spat into his right hand.  Taking his pole in his
spit-slicked hand, he knew that this scene was going to be too much for him.
  His balls were already getting ready to churn out a huge load of fuck
juice.
Meanwhile, Scott had sped up the tempo.  He was leaning over Joe's body,
eyes closed, chin up and delivering a pile-drive fuck up his buddy's hungry
hole.  The sweat was dripping from his blonde hair and his upper body.  Matt
watched as the kid's muscles flexed and bulged under the exertion of a
power-house fuck.  His triceps and lats looked as though they were going to
burst from his skin.  Then, he completely gave in to pure animal rutting as
his hips started pounding mercilessly.

"Fuck, man, gonna cum!  You ready for a load of jock juice, stud?"

"Fuck, yeah!  Shoot that load up my ass, man!  Gonna shoot it with you!"
"Argh!  Here it comes, man!" said Scott.  And with that, his hips slammed
hard against Joe's ass and he yelled as his balls exploded, pumping out a
heavy load of hot cum.  At the same time, Joe let out a deep groan as he
pumped out his own load.  The cum flew upwards, against his hard abs,
hitting his forearms, arms and chest.   Scott was grinding his still hard
cock in and out of Joe's slimy, cum filled ass.  Then, as he withdrew the
full length of his cock out, Matt watched a long strand of cum dribble from
the tip of his cock, down to his sweaty balls.  This was what set him off.
His hand beat his cock to a furious orgasm.  His load, heavy and thick, shot
out of his jerking cock and hit the wall by the door.  Thick gobs of cum
flew out of his cock, covering his hand as well.  Scott and Joe were now
kissing each other, side by side, on the bed.

"Reckon I'm up for a bit more there, bud...."

"You slut!  Yeah, I reckon that cock of yours is just about ready to slide
up that hole of mine, though.." said Scott.

"Got that right! Turn over."  And they began again.  Matt didn't wait for
the next act.  He had a better idea.

"Hey, guys.  What you up to?"  This came from Matt, reclining by the pool,
naked, as his son Scott, and his buddy Joe, walked out from the kitchen.

"Ah... hi.... Dad.  Comfortable?" said Scott.

"Sure, just trying to get rid of the ol' tan lines.  You know," said Matt.
Matt was enjoying this.  He knew what he wanted.  At the very least, he
wanted to feel, tonight, Scott's tight ass sliding down over his 9" of stiff
dad-meat.  He had spent a couple of hours alone by the pool, considering the
implications of what he wanted to do.  He thought about what it might mean
for Scott to have a father who wanted to plow his ass, but he also felt that
he knew Scott well enough to know that the kid would probably be into it.
Scott was a sweet kid, always ready to help others and with a decent head on
his shoulders.

He was good at his studies and had hopes of becoming a veterinarian.  But,
he also knew that Scott was a slutty little horn bag.  Scott had never
really had a girlfriend (and now he knew why!) but often came home late at
night, or the following morning, with a cheeky grin and a look that
obviously showed that he had just royally fucked his nut off.  He was also
confident and assertive enough to make his feelings known.  If this was a
good idea, then it would probably be confirmed by Scott taking some
initiative, too.  Not only would he give Scott the opportunity, but he was
gonna make sure that Scott made the right decision.

For about an hour, Joe and Scott, in their trunks, swam about in the pool.
The usual boy games of dunking and water polo.   Eventually Joe got out and
said that he had to go home.  Matt said good-bye and watched as the black
haired hunk dried off and, with only his trunks on, walked out to his car.
Scott got out, too, and lay down on the lounge chair by the pool, next to
his dad.

"Fancy anything for dinner?"  asked Scott.

"Dunno. Hadn't thought of it.  How about we just call out for a pizza?

Half an hour later, they were sitting at the kitchen table, sharing the
pizza.  They were both wearing swimming trunks, now, but bare-chested in the
heat of the kitchen.  Matt watched as Scott ate his food.  The kid's biceps
bulged as his held up a slice of pizza, his strong, square jaw working the
food over.  His forehead was a little shiny with sweat.  It took everything
he had for Matt not to spring a huge boner.

Having said yes to a beer, Matt got up to retrieve them two cans from the
fridge.  He pretended to accidentally drop one, causing it to fizz up
inside.  He took Scott's over to him and opened it up just inches from.  Of
course, the can flowed over, the beer pouring down Scott's chest, arms and
down to his crotch.

"Oh, shit! Sorry, bud.  Let me get a cloth".  He came back from the sink
with a rung out cloth.
He leaned down and placed the wet cloth on Scott's shoulder.  Slowly and
very deliberately, he mopped up the spilt beer from Scott's shoulder and
arm.  He then moved over, standing behind and over Scott, and did the other
shoulder and arm.  Scott, meanwhile, was sitting absolutely still, enjoying
the feel of the cloth.  When his dad reached over and began to wipe his hard
pecs, Scott started to feel a tingle in his crotch.  His nipples hardened
and his skin goose-pimpled.   While it was not yet overtly sexual, he
nonetheless found it exciting to be in this kind of contact with his father,
with whom there was never anything other than usual father-son relations.
He hadn't even ever seen his dad naked, until today.  Not since he was a
kid, anyway.

Matt's hand was moving lower, wiping up at Scott's cut belly.  His father's
hand slowed down, making sure that the beer was wiped up from the ridges in
his abs.  The tingling in his crotch told Scott that not only was he
enjoying this, but that he was excited by there maybe being something more.
He was also beginning to understand that his father was doing more than just
cleaning up some spilt beer.  If something were going to happen, Scott would
have to make a move, now.

He slowly raised his right hand and placed it over his father's.  Matt's
hand continued moving the cloth over Scott's now clean belly and chest.
Scott moved his father's hand over to his right pec, moving it in small
circles over the bullet hard nipple.  After a minute of this, Scott leaned
his head back, resting it against his father's hard abs.  It was going to
happen.
Matt walked around and knelt down by his son's chair.  He looked Scott
directly in the eyes and asked him, "Are you sure you want this?"  To this,
Scott replied, "Does this tell you anything?"

Matt looked down to where Scott was staring.  Scott's cock had grown to its
full 9".  The crotch of his boxer-style trunks had tented with his stiffened
pole.  Matt leaned over and licked his son's right nipple.  Scott responded
by moaning deeply and moving a hand to stroke his father's hair.  The kid's
eyes were closed.   Matt's tongue reached and covered the nipple.  It tasted
slightly of chlorine but was warm and juicy.  After making sure that it had
received enough attention, he then moved down Scott's chest and traced his
tongue in the grooves of Scott's abdominal muscles.  The kid's breathing
deepened, making the muscles rise and fall.  Matt's own cock was harder than
one of the table legs, but he didn't dare touch it yet.  He kept moving down
Scott's belly until he reached the trunks that were still slightly damp from
the beer.  He ran his tongue over the big log that was his son's cock.  The
heat it radiated could be felt through the thin Lycra.  He closed his lips
around it and ran them up and down its full length.  The feelings and
thoughts running through his head were driving him wild, but he knew that he
had to control himself if this night was going to be as special as it could
be.

He pulled back the Lycra and pulled it under Scott's balls.  These balls
were slightly hairy and were already swollen and pulled up tight, just under
his balls.  The kid had already shot up his buddy's ass (and probably then
some) and his balls were already primed to shoot another load of hot, teen
cum.

He spat onto the uncut head of Scott's dick, watching as the spit dribbled
down the length.  He then worked this in with his right hand, feeling
Scott's legs tighten under the feelings of pleasure that he was surely
feeling.

"Fuck, dad.  That feels nice", said Scott.

"That ain't nothing, son.  This thing'll be vibrating by the time I'm
finished with it."  He leaned over and took the swollen head of Scott's cock
into his mouth.  Without hesitating, he continued until the full nine inches
were in his mouth and throat.  When he'd taken it all he stuck his tongue
out, lapping at the full balls that sat there.  Scott sucked in his breath
and groaned loudly.

"Oh... fuck, dad!  That's incredible!  Where'd you learn that?"

Pulling off, Matt said, "You'll find out".  Scott's curiosity was piqued,
but he also knew that right now his dad was deep-throating his fat rod and
that all he really cared about was blowing his nut over his dad's face.  And
that wasn't too far away.

"Yeah, dad, suck that cock all the way!  Fuck, your throat feels so good.
Reckon I'm gonna cum if you keep that up."   He looked down at his hunky dad
as he moved his head up and down the thick tube of meat.  His muscled arm
flexed as he ran his left hand over Scott's abs and pecs.  Watching the
sheer look of pleasure on his dad's face, the feel of his hot, wet tongue as
it coated his rod pushed Scott over the edge.  Grabbing his cock in his left
hand and pulling his dad's head back with his right, he started to jerk his
cock wildly.  Matt opened his mouth just as a long, thick rope of cum shot
out the head of his son's cock.  It hit him squarely on the tongue, dripping
out of his mouth and down his chin.  The second shot hit his cheek, then his
nose, hair and neck.  Cum was flying out everywhere, Scott's hand madly
pumping.  His bulging right arm was holding his dad's head, spraying his
face, neck and chest with his hot teen juice.

"Aargh!  Fuck, man.  Shit, yeah!"  As his pumping slowed, Matt lowered his
head and licked the tip of Scott's cock.  A final pulsed shot out, going
straight into his mouth.  Matt took the still-hard dick deep into his
throat.  When he pulled up, Scott's dick was shiny with cum and saliva.  His
own mouth looked the same; his own sweat and Scott's cum was all over it.
Scott, still breathing hard, looked down at his dad and smiled the wickedest
grin. He leaned forward and started to lick his dad's face and neck, not
stopping until he had cleaned off all of his own cum.

"Shit, dad!  Good to know you can do that!  What else can you do?"  He
smiled at his father, waiting for an answer.

"Get that ass of yours into the bedroom and you'll find out.

If you liked that story, email me at Sommers631@hotmail.com.
(c) Andy Sommers 2003