Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2015 18:38:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bjork Nut <bro.yobro@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mid-Life Discovery pt. 2

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Holy crap, what had I done?  Remorse gripped me like an anaconda the next
day.  I woke up in my room with a start.  I don't even remember getting in
bed last night.  I had been a man possessed last night, I had fucked my son
during his massage.  I groaned in my bed as I thought about it.  Both from
arousal and guilt.  How would I be able to face him?  Would he think I
forced myself on him?  Had I forced it on him?  From what I remembered he
seemed a willing participant.  So many conflicting emotions coursed through
me as I rose from the bed.  I looked over at my wife's side and it was
empty and looked undisturbed.  Oh, my god, what if she saw us I thought as
I felt a rising panic.


I walked to my bathroom. Our home had a his and hers bathroom set-up in the
master, my wife's bathroom and closet lay on the opposite side of the room.
I made my way to the sink and splashed cold water on my face, trying to
calm myself down.  I needed to check in on Roderick, but, I didn't know how
to approach him.  Or, if I even wanted to approach him.  In my
self-absorbed panic attack I failed to hear the water in the shower
running.  As I dried my face, I saw a reflection in my bathroom mirror,
that told me everything would be ok.  Over my shoulder I could see my son
Roderick sitting on the bench in my walk-in steam shower.  My shower could
easily accommodate four grown adults, but, this was the hottest scene I had
ever seen.  My 15 year old son sat on the bench legs akimbo as his body was
drenched with water from the overhead rain showerhead.


I took in the site behind me, my eyes followed the rivulets of water as
they coursed across his body, His head was tilted back thoroughly enjoying
himself.  He ran his right hand up his torso in a slow sensual motion, and
then back down.  I could have written an anatomical dissertation breaking
down that movement and the affected musculature by how intensely that
action was burned in my head.  His hand lingered at the top of his pubis.
He lifted his head and looked right at me and smiled.


"About time, dad," he said.  His voice crystal clear despite the sound of
rushing water.  I turned to face him and like a lodestone drawn to a
magnet, I moved towards the shower door.  My son lifted his legs and placed
his feet on the edge of the bench.  His hand crept down the length of his
erect penis, to his balls and past them, until it stopped right above the
entrance to his velvety hole.  His crimson pucker winked at me, as he
slowly pushed a finger into his asshole and moaned in delight.


I grabbed the shower door handle, but, I hesitated to enter.  A rushing
sense of guilt overpowered me for the moment and froze me in place.  With
his finger still in his ass, my son, looked at me, "Oh please dad, fill me
up again."


I strangled a cry and rushed into the shower.  My raging erection leading
the way.  I stopped before my son, trembling with anticipation of what I
was about to do.  Roderick saw my moment of hesitation, removing his hand
from his hole he reached up and grabbed me by my forearm and pulled me down
towards him.  He brought his other arm up and placed it on the back of my
neck and brought me into the hottest french kiss I had ever had.  Our lips
connected, mouth open, tongues dueling as water cascaded down around us.
Not breaking our kiss, Roderick used his legs to maneuver me into place
between them and willingly offered me his velvet passage.


In that moment only he and I existed.  My eight inch cock was rock solid
and throbbing with desire.  Roderick let go of my arm and reached down
beside the bench.  He grabbed a bottle of baby oil that I had not
previously seen.  He poured some on his hand and massaged it over my penis.
I felt like I would explode in that moment.  His hand wrapped itself around
my shaft and stroked up and down.  His palm dragged across my sensitive
glans and down to my balls, his fingers tickled my corona and my deep
dorsal vein.  He grabbed my shaft and using his legs in tandem guided me to
his nether entrance.


"Mmm, yes, daddy." he said.


I had no other choice than to sink myself once again into his velvet
embrace.  My head pierced his hole and it slowly swallowed me whole.  I
gasped as I felt the hot tunnel walls envelope my shaft and draw me in.  I
didn't stop until my pubic bone was resting against his balls.  Once fully
lodged in my son's ass, I began a series of short thrusts.  He moaned his
approval and brought his heels to rest on the dimples of my ass.  Slowly he
applied pressure to control my charge as if I was his steed and he my
jockey.  His hands roamed my chest and soon found my nipples.  He squeezed
and tugged at them gently, but, in this hypersexual moment it felt like
lightning was coursing through me.  I knew I wouldn't last long if he
continued to play with them, but, I didn't care.  I picked up my pace and
began a steady back and forth hammering motion into my son's ass.


"Oh yes, dad, just like that," he whimpered, "oh, oh, oh, yeah."


I threw my head back and stretched my torso a bit to relieve some to the
tension in my muscles.  I grabbed my son's legs and brought his ankles up
to my shoulders.  Pushing the back of his legs towards his chest with my
torso I was able to make some space on the shower bench and I placed a knee
on it to gain additional purchase for a continued assault on his ass.


"Oh yeah," he groaned as my cock slid deeper into him in this position,
"Fuck me."


His wish was my command.  I pulled back until only the head of my cock was
the only thing in his beautiful hole, I held it there a moment feeling his
ring squeeze around the head and then I plunged in with full force.  The
thrust caused Roderick to yelp out and snap his eyes open.  He looked at me
with an expression of surprise, lust and fear all rolled into one.  I held
his gaze as I continued thrusting into him in this fashion.  Pull out, push
back in hard, pull out, push back in hard.  His mouth hung open and
slackjawed.  His breath came in pants as I thrust in and out of his ass.


In and out.  In and out.


The sound of my thighs slapping against his ass drowning out the rushing
sound of water.


I was getting close to cumming so I picked up my pace.  In that moment I
didn't care for anyone but myself, my son, was simply a vessel in which to
put my seed in.  I rammed my cock into him harder and harder.  I grabbed
his torso and pulled him up against my chest.  He was bent nearly in half
as he rested his head against my shoulder.  His left leg slipped off my
shoulder and came to rest on my hip.  I gripped my hands together around
his lower back and I continued to impale him on my erection.  His cries
were getting louder, the carried an edge of pain to them, but, to me it was
the most beautiful sound.


I couldn't take it anymore the heat of his insides and the velvety
tightness that was his ass was too much.  I exploded within him.  Six, no,
seven spurts of hot steaming cum flew out of me and into my son's tunnel.
I shuddered against him as my climax sapped my strength.  I eased him back
down on to the bench and slid my still hard cock out of his ass.  A pearl
of cum came to view in the newly vacated entrance.  The pearl slowly became
a stream and began to ooze down his ass.  The scene was pure debauchery.
Once again I felt my body overtaken and I slowly sank to my knees, leaning
forward I dragged my tongue against his ass and ate my recently deposited
cum out of my son's ass.


The lapping and probing of my tongue was too much for Roderick.  He grabbed
his cock with his left hand and began to jack-off.  Seeing this I slapped
his hand away, for a moment he was confused and unsure what to do, but, as
any good father would do, I was there to provide guidance and example.
With my right hand I grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off into my
mouth.  Less than a minute later, Roderick, exploded into my mouth, his
watery cum, like last night was nutty and delicious.  I closed my lips
around his head and applied suction.  I used my tongue to probe at his
meatus and suck out any remaining cum from his urethra.  My left hand
running up and down his torso in an effort to calm his shudders and spasms.


With both of us drained I quickly shampooed and soaped us up, a quick rinse
and we were done.  Walking out of the shower neither of us said a word,
but, as we dried ourselves off, I simply reached out and brought my son
into a hug and kissed the top of his head.  Both of us knew nothing needed
to be said.


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I walked down to the kitchen and was surprised to see it empty.  In my
state of arousal I had failed to account for my wife.  I knew she hadn't
been in the room while I engaged in carnal activities with my son, but, I
thought for sure I would see her down here.  There was no coffee in the
coffee pot, I walked around the ground floor to see if she was elsewhere in
our massive home.  Coming up empty, I was walking past the central
staircase as my son made his way down.


"Have you seen your mother," I asked.  My son looked at me in bafflement.


"Didn't you get her text?" he said surprised.  I chuckled.


"Sorry, senior moment, I didn't even think to check my phone." I said.


"No worries, she texted around 11:30 to say she missed the ferry so she
would be staying at a hotel on the island.  Her event is today, so she
probably won't be home until Sunday." he finished.


"Oh," was all I could say.


"Well, do you want to go do something with your old man?"


"Sorry, dad, but, I'm hanging out with some of the guys from the soccer
team today," Roderick said, "Jimmy's parents are letting us hang out on
their boat at the lake.  Will catch you later." he said as he walked past
me and out the door.


I felt strange being left alone.  Even though Roderick and I had an
unspoken understanding, the feelings of conflict I was having inside were
coming back up again.  Our exchange only exacerbated the point.  How was I
supposed to act around my son know? And, how could he switch back to kid
mode so easily?  I worried about a shift in the power balance?  Would he
throw any of this in my face if we ever got into an argument and I had to
be the disciplinarian?  I felt the need to talk to someone, but, who.  If
anyone found out it would be a one way ticket to jail.


Not knowing what to do, I decided that the best thing I could do to clear
my head was go for a run.  I went back upstairs and changed into some
running gear.  I grabbed my favorite pair of UnderArmour running tights and
a complementary tank top, slipped on my new Asics and I hit the trail that
ran close to our house and wound it's way around the lake before connecting
with others trails that eventually took you into Seattle, but, I wouldn't
be running that far.


I was making a good pace as I ran, at the trail fork I took the path that
lead to a large park/nature conservancy near about 5 miles from our home.
It was a surprisingly mild, sunny day and as such there was some traffic on
the trail as I headed into the park.  Other weekend warriors were out and
about enjoying their activities.  A few paces ahead of me I caught a
glimpse of a nice muscular pair of legs and ass bent over next to a road
bike.  I slowed down my pace to get a better view of the young man.  He
appeared to be struggling with his bike, as I neared I could see the
problem.  It appeared that his chain had slipped off its gears.


"Need help friend," I said walking up to him.  The young man looked up and
smiled.


"Thanks that would be great," he said, "I don't have the foggiest clue of
what I'm doing."


"First time cycling," I asked.


"Yeah, well actually, more like first time major problem, been cycling for
a few months now."


"I see, well, it looks like a simple fix, as long as nothing is messed up
with your derailleur you should be good.


"My de-what?"


"Haha, your derailleur, it's what helps move your chain from gear to gear."


"Oh yeah, I think I recall that,"


I smiled at the young man.  He looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties,
scruffy looking with his hipster beard and haircut.  His Rapha cycling kit
fit him like a glove and left nothing to the imagination.  Even soft he
looked like he had a sizeable endowment packed into his tights.  I
discovered he was a brunette when he took his helmet off and had a pair of
wonderful grey eyes beneath his oakley sunglasses.


"I'm Aaron, by the way, thanks for the assist."


"No worries at all, Aaron, name's Forrester."


 We shook hands and then we got back to the task at hand.  As I looked over
the bike's chain and gear mechanism I could see this wasn't going to be an
easy fix after all.


"Well Aaron, do you want the good news or the bad news first," I said.


"Hmm, just give to me straight," he said.


"Well looks like you must have crashed during one of your rides because it
looks like the derailleur is broken, so even if we get the chain back on it
won't stay put.  It was probably fixable at first, but, the stress of
additional rides probably made it worse and now, well here you are."


"Man, that sucks, and yeah, had a crash on my second ride out.  Cause
nothing says athleticism better than trying to avoid a pothole and sliding
down an embankment."


"Haha, that's the attitude."  I said.  "Are you far from your car?"


"Yeah, unfortunately, I was doing a long ride today, so my car is about 30
miles away."


"Ouch, well if you'd like I can offer you a ride.  I'm about a 5 mile walk
from here."  I said.


"Oh, no, man, I don't want to impose."


"It's no imposition at all, besides, I wouldn't have offered if it was."


"Ok, thanks."


With that settled we began walking back towards my home.  I discovered
along the way that Aaron had recently moved to the area to attend grad
school.  He was working on his Ph.D. in History and was hoping to secure a
professorship at one of the area universities.  He was only 28 and he was
hoping he could be done with school and on the job by 30.  He was
unattached and didn't really know anyone in the area.  He was originally
from the South, but, he moved away because he didn't like the weather or
the mindset of many people in his home state.  The way he phrased some of
his answers lead me to believe that Aaron might be gay, or at the very
least, questioning his sexuality as I was beginning to do.


As we approached my house, he let out a whistle and said, "Wow, you call
that place home, must be nice."


I laughed and said, "Well to quote Notorious B.I.G., Mo Money Mo Problems."
We both laughed.


We entered the house through the garage, he removed his clip shoes as we
entered and made our way to the kitchen.  There I offered him some water
and gave him a chance to rest up.  Seeing him on the barstool wearing only
his socks and riding gear got my internal engine going, I could feel the
blood rushing through my body and begin to fill my cock.


"Can I get you anything else," I asked.  I have some fruit if you'd like,
or, I think I have some sports drinks if you'd care for that.


"I'm good, thanks," he said smiling as he began to drink his water.


I couldn't help but admire his lean lines and the way his adam's apple
bobbed as he drank down the water.  I pictured myself running my tongue
across it.  My cock chubbin up in my running tights becoming even more
visible.  Once Aaron had refreshed himself we made our way back to the
garage and mounted his bike on the roof rack of my Audi.


As I pulled out onto the road, Aaron gave me his address and I entered it
into the GPS system.  We made our way through the winding streets towards
his home.  I made my way west and then north towards one of the university
adjacent neighborhoods.  I was surprised at how far Aaron had been able to
make it on his bike.  Our destination was a multi-story brick building that
while not exactly run down, clearly had seen better days.


As we pulled up, Aaron turned to me and invited me up to his apartment for
a bit of rest and refreshment.  I agreed and found an open parking spot a
few lengths down from his building.  Taking the bike down from the roof
rack we made our way back to his building.  His apartment was a small
studio on the top floor of the building.  As I walked in behind him, I
caught the musty scent of sweat, piss and maleness, it reminded me of every
locker room I had ever been in.


"Sorry about the mess," Aaron said as we walked into the large room that
served as his home.  It was clear he was not expecting guests, as, his bed
lay unmade in the room's far corner, there were books and papers strewn
about on the only table, but, beyond that the studio was remarkable clean.


"It's all good," I told him.


He offered me a seat on his bed, as he grabbed a bottled water from his
small kitchen area.  Handing me the bottle, he proceeded to unzip his
cycling jersey.  I was treated to quite an arousing view.  Beneath his
jersey lay a beautifully fit body covered in a layer of short brown
hair. Aaron, was, what I would eventually learn, an otter.  His hair ran
the length of his torso, before plunging beneath the hem of his bib shorts.
He shrugged off his straps next and let them hang from his waist.


Moving the bottle away from my mouth, I licked my lips at the site before
me, my cock, as if possessed immediately began to grow and lengthen against
my blue UnderArmour tights.  Emboldened by the fact that my condition could
not be hidden, a devoured Aaron with my eyes.


"Well, the view is certainly nice from this apartment," I said as our eyes
met.


He smiled and walked over until he stood before me.  I could smell the
manly essence coming off him, Aaron's cock was also beginning to grow
within its confines.  I brought my hand up and placed it on his stomach.  I
could feel the heat of his body blazing beneath me.  His hairy torso,
turning me on like nothing else.  I ran my fingers through the hair moving
my hand upwards to his rosy nipples.  I ran my fingers over his right one,
feeling it harden and rise from my efforts.  Aaron let out a small moan,
his tumescent cock began to peek above the hem of his shorts.


I placed my left hand on the edge of his shorts and slowly pulled them down
freeing his cock.  It throbbed and pulsed against his abs, I brought my
face closer and panted my hot breath on it as I relished the aroma coming
off his body.  It's scent intoxicating and overpowering.  Aaron, smelled
manly compared to my son.  His scent had power and testosterone in it.  Not
that my son's didn't, but, my son's scent was almost delicate in comparison
to Aaron.


With his shorts hanging off his thighs now, I grasped his cock and
swallowed it.  As this was only my third attempt at sucking cock, and my
first sizeable one, I was only able to get half of Aaron's cock into my
mouth.  My lack of experience, however, did not diminish my enthusiasm.  I
attacked his cock with my lips and tongue.  I suckled the head and traced
his corona with my tongue.  My hand on his chest continued playing with his
nipple and running through his chest hair.  Down below I continued trying
to deepthroat his cock.  In my hunger I drenched his cock in saliva, like a
slobbering dog fixated on his bone.  Before I knew it my forehead was up
against Aaron's pubis, my throat was on fire, but, I didn't relent my
assault on his cock.


Above me Aaron moaned with pleasure, feeling his knees begin to give away
he pushed me back onto the bed, he straddled my head in a spread leg
push-up position, his cock never once leaving my mouth, and he proceeded to
drive it in and out of my wet hole.  His saliva slicked cock pounded my
tonsils and esophagus.  My eyes watering and my breathing labored I placed
my hands on his hips and pushed him up, so I could clear my airways.


Renewed, I flipped him onto his back and I began to feast on his cock once
again.  "Oh yeah, man, swallow that cock." he moaned.


Encouraged by his enthusiasm I pulled off his cock and began to suck and
pull at his balls.  His hypnotic musk was stronger as I approached his
asshole.  Oh, the delicious dirtiness.  I worked my tongue around his balls
and along his inner thighs, I was like a truffle-hunting pig obsessed with
finding his prize, and that prize was his titillating stink.  I place my
hands behind his knees and pushed them back towards his chest.  Exposing
his asshole, balls, and cock to my tongue.  I lapped and slurped the area
like a starving man.


My cock, rock hard and contained in my running tights, throbbed angrily for
release.  As I moved one of my hands to the waistband of my tights, a
thought possessed me, instead of pushing my tights down, I moved my body up
against Aaron.  I rubbed my spandex clad cock along the length of his cock.
We both groaned at the sensation.  I pushed his legs back once more and
began to frot against his exposed asshole.  The silky sliding motion was
too much.


Aaron reached up and squeezed my nipples, that was the literal straw the
broke the camel's back, and I exploded in my tights.  My load shot off some
escaping through the fabric's weave and landed on Aaron's balls but the
bulk of my load stayed trapped in my tights and marinated my crotch with
its oozing heat.  I panted and shuddered as my climax came to a close.


Below me Aaron took his cock in hand and jerked himself to release.  His
explosion followed not long after mine.  His cum shot up onto his chest and
abdominals, I rubbed the cum into his chest and abs, like a little kid
playing in the mud, I made a sticky mess.


"Wow, man, that was intense," Aaron finally said breaking the silence.


I smiled down at him, to drained to do anything else, sitting back I slowly
began to recover.  Coming down off my sexual high, I began to feel some
conflict.  Was I gay? I thought as I rose up off the bed, reaching for the
water bottle Aaron had given me, I drained it in a few gulps.  Aaron
stretched on his bed in post-coital bliss.  My eyes swept up and down his
body, his body certainly aroused my lust, and, I had had sex with my son
twice, but was that just pent-up sexual frustration, or, was I turning into
a genuine cockhound.


"Umm, thanks Aaron, but, I'm going to have to run."  I said as the
questions began to invade my head.


"Yeah, no problem, we should do this again," he said.  I agreed and we
exchanged cell phone numbers.


As I drove home my cellphone vibrated and dinged to indicate a text was
received.  Pulling my car into the driveway, I tapped on the phone to see
who had texted.  Aaron had sent two texts.  The first one just said Thanks,
but, the second one got me rock hard in an instant.  His second text was a
picture of his asshole being penetrated by a thick black dildo, the caption
simply read next time.  I grabbed my cock through my tights and stroked
off.  I shot a second load in my tights a few minutes later.


Oh my god, I thought.  What was going on with me? I could feel the
beginnings of a panic attack coming on.  What if someone saw me jacking off
in the car?  Despite the fact that my Audi had tinted windows and our
closest neighbor was an acre away on both sides, I still frantically looked
around.  I eased myself out of the car and walked into my house.  I made my
way to my shower and I took a long steamy shower, hoping the hot water
would wash away all my conflicting emotions.  But, as I sat in the shower
bench where I had earlier fucked my son's ass for the second time, my
erection throbbed into existence for a third time as I played back the
memory in my head.


I shivered despite the warm water as I recalled my son's velvety embrace
and his developing muscles, my memory then switched to the furry hardness
that had been Aaron, the way his body had felt against me had been awesome.
My hands had encountered an exhilarating hardness as they roamed over his
body as opposed to the softness that was a woman's body.  That hardness was
intoxicating, it was strong, it was muscle, it was man.  And, I craved it.
In that moment, I realized that I had begun a new path and there was no
turning back.


Taking my turgid cock in hand I jerked-off replaying all my recent sexual
experiences and for the third time in one day, I came.  My cum load was
smaller and weaker, but, still satisfying.  The water, falling from
overhead, washed my cum from my abs.  I was completely drained and
exhausted.