Date: Thu, 25 Jun 2015 05:04:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bjork Nut <bro.yobro@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mid-Life Discovery pt 4

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Mid-Life Discovery pt. 4



As I drove into work on the day of my son's 16th birthday I wondered how I
would make it special one for him.  In the past couple of weeks our
relationship had gone through a subtle change.  The most overt sign of our
new dynamic was him moving into the master bedroom.  We shared a bed
officially now every night, and, while every night was not filled with
debauched sex, it was a sublime comfort to me to be able to snuggle up to
my beautiful son every evening.


My son had begun his junior year in high school and his days were now
filled with school, sports and socializing.  Luckily his birthday fell on a
Friday this year so I had the chance to make it a special birthday weekend
if I could only decide on what to get him.  I ran through the mental list
of items I could get him, but, most seemed trite and common.  A car would
be the expected thing to get him, but, there would be no surprise there as
I had already hinted that I would be getting him a car so that he could
have more freedom and get himself to and from practice.


As I pulled into the hospital parking structure, I spotted Eric walking
down the ramp.  I honked and waved at him, his smile brightening up his
face.  We had finally resumed our workouts together and the young man was
starting to come along.  Our mutual flirting was becoming more overt at the
gym, but, we had yet to reprise our earlier incident.


Luckily, the rollout of our new wellness initiative went over well and more
and more of the office staff were working out, so, seeing Eric and I with
gym bags leaving together didn't raise eyebrows.  As I pulled into my spot
in the garage, I still hadn't made up my mind on what to do regarding
Roderick's birthday, I was broken out of my thoughts by my cell phone
ringing.  Answering the call, I was surprised to find it was from my late
wife's lawyers office.  Pleasantries exchanged, they informed me that they
would like to connect with my son as soon as possible as he had been named
sole heir of my wife's estate.  I chuckled thinking what more could she
have that I hadn't provided for her, and, was stunned to be informed that
my wife, herself, had been in receipt of a trust as a result of an
inheritance.


The news caught me by surprise since in all our time together my wife had
never mentioned a trust fund, or, anything of that matter.  As the shock
faded away, it was replaced by anger, that she could have held this type of
information.  The lawyers asked if they could connect with Roderick this
afternoon so that they could go over the will and the necessary paperwork
to ensure a smooth transition of his inheritance.  I told them I would take
him to their office's after he got out of school.  I texted my son to let
him know, and, that I would be picking him up from school.


As usual, my day was a flurry of activity and busy work.  I gathered my
items around 3pm and headed out to pick up my son.  I had Eric transfer any
important calls to my cell and anything that wasn't a priority could wait
until Monday.  As I made my way down to my car I realized I still hadn't
made plans for my son's birthday. Damn! I thought.


Driving to my son's school, I got a shot of inspiration and began making
the calls to set make his birthday a memorable one.  I finished all the
arrangements as I pulled up to the school.  I picked up my son and we made
our way to the lawyer's office.  Their offices were located Downtown not
far from the Hospital in which I worked.


We were ushered into a comfortably appointed conference room, a few minutes
later we were joined by two lawyers.  The men sat opposite us on the table,
pleasantries exchanged, the opened their portfolios and proceeded to read
my late wife's will to us.  As I had been informed earlier, my son was
named sole inheritor of her estate.  As the men made their way down the
list of my wife's holding I was completely surprised that she had quite a
substantial net worth.  Along with the trust that had been left to her, she
had several investments and properties.  My son was now the wealthiest 16
year old that I knew.  Not that I knew very many, however, as my wife
stipulated in her will, my son would receive a small monthly allowance from
the trust until he came of age at 21 at which point he would receive the
bulk.


My son was shocked at his windfall.  Being that he was still underaged I
signed much of the paperwork for him, the firm would continue to manage the
trust until otherwise indicated, but, they had done a good enough job of it
so I felt there was no need to change it.  Handshakes exchanged, Roderick
and I exited their offices.


"Well, kiddo, since you're a millionaire, maybe dinner should be on you," I
said to him.


"Haha, dad," he said, "They said the check was in the mail, remember, so
technically, I'm still poor."


I laughed, tousling his hair as we got to the car.  From there we proceeded
to the dinner reservation I had made.  My son was a fan of sushi and I made
reservations at one of the best sushi houses in the city.  The place was
all the rage right now amongst foodies and hipsters.  The restaurant was
crowded as we walked in.


We made our way through a good portion of the menu, sampling their rolls
and sashimi, Roderick was excited to eat here and it was instantly his new
favorite sushi place.  From dinner we made our way to Roderick's favorite
department store.  I had made arrangements for a personal shopper service
and my son would be receiving VIP treatment.  Entering the store we were
greeted by a very handsome young man who would be helping us out.  Nathan,
walked us through the store and up to the private rooms that were reserved
for these kind of services.  I noticed that Roderick seemed especially
animated around Nathan, feeling a slight pang of jealousy at seeing their
flirtatious manner.


I relaxed, as my son and Nathan discussed and tried on clothing.  My only
stipulation was that of all his selections he had to have at least one
suit.  I tried not to watch as Nathan's hands slid across my son's body,
patting and smoothing the clothes my son was trying on.  My son was a
vision in his charcoal grey Hugo Boss suit.  My cock began to respond,
chubbing up in my slacks, I shifted in my seat so as not to have it be
obvious.


Once he had picked out his new wardrobe, even going as far as indulging him
with several pairs of new shoes, we walked out of the store, my bank
account several thousand dollars smaller.  We strolled leisurely through
the streets of downtown making our way back to the car.  Roderick thanked
me for giving him such a great birthday treat.  I looked at my handsome son
and told him his birthday wasn't over yet.  I drove us home, so that I
could give Roderick his final gift.


Once home we went up to the bedroom to put his clothes away.  I went into
his bathroom, which, still had a lot of his mother's touches in it.
Lighting the candles in the bathroom I proceeded to draw a bubble bath in
the large sunken tub.  I went over to my dresser and took out his final
gift.


My son was lounging on the bed as I walked over to him, kissing him, I
whispered, "Happy Birthday," and gave him a small gift wrapped box.


My son gave me a huge smile and a kiss as he took the box from my hands,
unwrapping the box, his smile turned devilish as he pulled out the black
see-through mesh tank top I had gotten him and the matching brief.


"Should I try them on," Roderick said looking up at me.  I caressed his
cheek, "Not yet," I said pulling him off the bed and towards the bathroom.
I kissed my son, running my tongue against his pillow soft lips, taking the
bottom one and sucking on it as my hands moved down to the waistband of his
school uniform.  I unbuttoned the khaki slacks he wore and slid the zipper
down until his pants came down in a pool of fabric around his ankles.  He
wore a Black Jockey thong underneath, the pouch jutted out obscenely from
his body.  I ran my palm against the bulge and I felt Roderick shudder
against me.


Pushing my tongue into his mouth I dueled with his, sucking on it as I
allowed it to enter my mouth.  I felt his hands, move towards my pants,
but, I batted them away, "No," I said, "Tonight is all about you."  His
hands moved up to my face and he pulled me down into a passionate kiss.


My hands slid beneath his polo and made their way over his abs and chest.
I pulled my lips away from his and bent down to take one of his exposed
nipples into my mouth, my son gasping at the sensation.  His nipple
hardened under my tongue as I ran it around his nub, and, licking at his
areola.  Flicking my tongue against his nipple, he gasped and sighed, his
sounds were music to my ears.  Pushing his shirt up and off of him, I
placed my mouth on his neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin
there.


Suckling on his sensitive neck, running my hand's over his hardening body
inflamed me.  I decided to mark him as mine, so, as I licked at his
sensitive neck I sucked and bit hard against him giving him what would
surely become a noticeable hickey.  I savored his gasp.  Leaving his neck,
I knelt down in front of him and leaned in to smell his crotch, I ran my
tongue against the outline of his cotton clothed cock.  I grabbed his left
leg behind the knee and moved it out of his school slacks, repeating the
process with his right leg, I pushed the pants away so that my son stood
before me in only his socks and thong.  He was a vision.


I slowly peeled the dress sock down his calf and off his beautifully formed
foot.  I massaged the arch a little before bending down to along his ankle,
with my tongue I licked at his arch.  Gently placing his leg back down, I
repeated myself on his other leg.  Now clad only in his thong, my son
quivered with anticipation before me.  Still kneeling, I moved him closer
to the bath and made him face the tub.  His beautiful, round buttocks were
on display to me.  I leaned forward and ran my tongue down the black strip
of fabric that separated my son's ass.  Relishing the flavor and aroma it
contained.  My son gasped and bent forward at the waist, bracing himself on
the tub's edge.  This act allowed me greater access at the fabric that I
licked and chewed.  Having my fill for the moment, I placed my hands on his
buttocks and caressed them.  Sliding my hands up his globes, I ran my
fingers under the waistband of his thong and slid it down his body.


His puckered asshole was now exposed to me.  The beautiful, rosy, hole
winked at me with anticipation.  Extending my tongue I formed it into a
lance and flung it at his target.  Making contact with the warm moist hole
we both gasped, my hot breath causing him to shiver and moan with delight.
His ass was wonderfully delicious.  Hints of nutmeg, peaches and musk
exploded in my nose and mouth.  My tongue dug its way into his tunnel like
an archeologist looking for lost treasure.  I slid out of his ass and down
to his taint and then lapped at his balls.  Above me Roderick cried out in
pleasure.  Reluctantly pulling off him, I stood behind him and then gently
guided him into the tub.  "Time for your bath, baby boy," I whispered in
his ear as he stepped into the tub.


I had Roderick lay back in the tub, grabbed a wash cloth and bathed him
like I had when he was little.  I slowly and meticulously made my way
through my son's body, paying special attention to his special areas.  "Oh,
daddy," he said, "That feel's so good," as I used the washcloth to clean
his cock and balls.


"We need to make sure my guy is clean for his special night." I baby talked
to him.


My son splashed water at me in response, soaking my dress shirt only
slightly.  I leaned in and mouthed his earlobe before I said, "Looks like
someone is trying to get a spanking."


"Sorry, daddy," my son said, "I promise to be a good boy,"


As I finished up his bath I had him stand and I toweled him off, enveloping
him in a plush oversized bath towel and brought him into a bear of a hug.
We moved back to the bedroom where I started the fireplace and continued to
towel him off.  I grabbed his lingerie from the bed and moved to dress him,
but, Roderick stopped me, "No, it's my turn now he said,"


He took the tank top and brief from my hand and slipped them on, then he
pushed me down on the large ottoman that sat before the fireplace.
Stepping in between my legs he began to swivel his hips and dance for me.
He moved sensually, erotically, over me dancing to the music in his head,
his body, backlit by the fire, glowed and shined in the low light.


My boy fingered my silk tie, pulling at the knot to loosen it.  The tie
slid off my shirt, my son dropping it on the floor, his hands smoothed my
rumpled dress shirt, I could feel his heat through the cotton of the shirt.
One by one he unbuttoned my shirt. Pushing my shirt open, it clung
precariously at my shoulders, straddling my legs, my son ground his cock
against mine, his hands running across my pecs.  His fingers teasing my
nipples.


I moved to kiss him, but, he moved his body in a way, that made me gasp and
only managed to reach his neck.  I licked at salty, sensitive skin tasting
the clean lingering scent of the soap I had just washed him with.  My hands
slid across his mesh covered body, the fabric felt cool and silky beneath
my touch.  My son moved his body up and down against me, his motions
succeeded in pulling out my shirt from my pants; with my shirt completely
open now he brought his mouth to my nipple, teasing and sucking at it.  I
could feel my balls beginning to churn in anticipation of the explosion to
come.


Stepping away from me, my dancing boy, stood up and turned around, giving
me a glimpse of his shapely ass.  His muscles seemed new to me, covered as
they were in the silky mesh material.  I ran my hands along his back,
feeling the peaks and valleys contained there.  Moving along the sensual
fabric I caressed and followed the round of his ass.  Bending at the waist
he presented his ass to me.  Emboldened, I grabbed his hips and brought him
down against me.


On my lap, my boy, ground his ass onto my shaft.  I moved my hands around
to reach for his cock, but, once again, be batted my hands away.  Snapping
his hips against me, he was effectively jerking me off with his glutes.  I
gasped in pleasure, and, then, just as suddenly as he started, he stopped.
He stepped away, out of reach, he grasped his tank top by the hem and
slowly raised it up and over him.  Standing before me in just his
see-through briefs, his cock engorged, filled me with lust.


He moved back towards me and slowly, gently, erotically sank to his knees.
Placing his hands authoritatively on my knees he forced my thighs apart.
He ran his up my thighs, I panted in desire as he closed in on my crotch.
His slender fingers gripped the clasp of my slacks, unfastening it, he
brought his lips and gently kissed my erection through my slacks.  My cock
was leaking rampantly at this point and a small damp circle appeared at my
crotch.  My son's tongue lapped at it, then gripping the zipper tab with
his teeth he pulled it down allowing my pants to open wider to his
ministrations.


Seeing him at my crotch with my zipper in his teeth nearly caused me to
explode, my sweet boy was a vision of unrepentant lasciviousness.  My
turgid cock strained and stretched at the fabric of my briefs.  My son
moved back into my valley and ran his tongue along my cock, mouthing it,
licking it.  His beautiful green eyes locked onto mine as the tip of his
tongue danced around my balls.


My sweet boy backed away again, his teasing inflaming me to my limits,
grabbing my hand and pulling me up with him, he stripped me of my clothing
until I stood before him in only my black N2N briefs and my dress socks.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I grabbed him by his growing biceps
and pulled him roughly towards me.  I kissed him with a savage passion, my
tongue, teeth and lips assaulted his.  He sighed and gasped, quivering
beneath my touch.


Swept up in a whirlwind of passion and emotion, I swept him up and carried
him to our bed as if he were a doll.  He whimpered with surprise, but, his
lips never left mine.  On his back, I placed him in our bed, my hands
roamed over his body, tracing the peaks and valleys that it contained.
Tanned skin and black briefs stood in stark contrast against the white
duvet that covered our bed.  Running my hands over his hips and down his
legs, I spread him open, to get at the sweet fruit resting in precious
valley.


Splayed out beneath me, my son, arched his back in enticement as he came up
onto his elbows.  Chest heaving with anticipation, his swollen cock
straining the mesh of his briefs.  Overwhelmed with lust I grabbed at his
briefs and tore them off him, his cock springing forth in response.  The
beautiful shaft, slick and shiny, glistened in the low light, coated as it
was with his dick honey.  His scent filled the air between us, driving me
wild, compelled, I took his cock into my mouth and licked at it as if it
were the last lollipop left on Earth.


Rising, I let his cock go, stepping back I removed my briefs and unleashed
my leaking cock.  I grabbed it, feeling it throb beneath my hand, and,
pumped it releasing more of my own sap.  Smearing it around my cock and
hand, I moved up onto the bed and over my handsome child.  I entered him
with two pre-cum smeared fingers as I dipped down and kissed him.  He
moaned in wanton lust in my mouth, his legs spreading wider to give me more
access to his puckered entrance.


My fingers could have melted from the heat my boy was putting out.  His
warm, moist tunnel stretched and clung to my fingers as they twisted and
turned in him.  Rubbing his prostate he gasped and cried out beneath me,
`Oh, daddy," he panted as I grazed across his love nut.  His eyes rolling
up in his head as I drove my fingers all the way to the last knuckle.


"Oh my God!" he shouted out as fucked him with my fingers, his thighs began
to quiver as he strained to keep his legs in the air.  I spit onto his
asshole to give us more lube, and, inserted my ring finger along with the
other two.  Arching his back, he grabbed a pillow and screamed into it as
my third finger stretched him out and drove him to paradise.  In an effort
to relieve his trembling legs, I guided his legs to my hips, getting the
hint, he proceeded to rest his heels on the dimples of my ass.


My boy was near explosion, I could see the flush beginning to creep up his
tanned skin.  I continued my assault on his ass with my three fingers, when
a wicked thought crossed my head.  Knowing that my son was up for new
challenges, I drooled more saliva onto his ass, the squelching noise it
made drove me wild.  I inserted my pinky into his ass.  His eyes rounded in
surprise, as his velvety hole accommodated another intruder.


I had four fingers sawing in and out of my son's ass.  His gasps and moans
drove me wild.  His cock visibly pulsed as it pumped out pre-cum steadily
now.  His pubes and abs, slick and shiny, as a result.  Biting the pillow,
my son, howled into it with joy.  My fingers were pushing him to the edge,
but, I didn't want him to cum just yet, so, slowly I withdrew my fingers
one at a time.  Sitting back on my haunches I gave us both a reprieve from
all the stimulation.


Reaching over to the bedside table I grabbed the tub of vaseline that was
stored there.  I scooped a large dollop of jelly and coated his beautiful
hole, pushing into his tunnel, my fingers sliding in and out of his rosy
pucker.  My boy, in full heat, pushed himself back onto my fingers.  I
loved to see his back arch, the curve of his chest and abs glistened with
sweat in the low light.


Roderick was splayed out before me, his feet resting on the bed, arching
his back, resting on his elbows, head lolled back as he sunk into the
pleasure of the experience.  Pumping four fingers back into him he mewled
and gasped, his whimpers brought out the animal in me.  Adding more jelly
to my hand, I began to push my thumb into his ass.  Roderick gasped and
trembled before me as I slowly began to insert my entire hand into his
tunnel.


"Oh my god...oh my god...oh my god," Roderick cried out as my hand
disappeared into his tunnel.  What a site it was, my hand buried in him his
puckered hole tight against my wrist, Roderick was like a living glove on
my hand.  Inside him my fingers scraped along his tunnel walls, his heat
would have scalded my hand if it could have.  I twisted my hand and flexed
my fingers seeking his love nut.  Roderick had been overstimulated to the
point of no return, my fingers probing his hole, caused him to explode all
over us.


Like a geyser full of cum, he burst all over his abs and chest, pools
forming in the valley's of his torso.  Despite Roderick cumming, I wasn't
done with him yet, keeping my hand in his ass, I slowly continued to flex
my fingers, Roderick squirmed and moaned, until I was able to form a fist
in his ass.  He panted, slack-jawed.  Slowly I began punching my fist into
his velvet tunnel.


Flat on his back and driven crazy with desire, Roderick ran his hands over
his torso, rubbing his cum into him and raised his legs jerking them back
and forth in mid-air, as if trying to run away from the sensations.


"Aaaahhhhhh," he cried out, shooting up from the bed he grabbed at my neck
to bring me into a hug.  He trembled against me as my fist still filled
him.  I gave my boy soothing kisses to bring him back down to Earth.  His
breathing slowed and the trembling slowed to occasional shivers.  As I felt
him begin to calm down, I gave him one more light tap, punching into his
love nut.


He released a strangled cry and erupted cum all over both of us.  I felt
him slump against me, he was thoroughly spent.  He cried and quivered
against me as I uncurled my hand in him and slowly began to slide it out.
His mewling making my cock leak.


Sliding my slicked hand completely out of him, I pushed him back onto the
bed so I could see his beautiful rosebud close back up.  His hole was angry
looking and red, shades of purple were beginning to form at its edges.  The
site was unadulterated debauchery.  I could see up into him, his crimson
tunnel, a heavenly abyss that his pearly gate was beginning to seal back
up.


I hesitated for a second, considering if I should let him rest or get off,
but, my lust and desire won out, before the ring fully puckered back up, I
stroked my cock with my slick hand.  The hand that had been in him, the
hand that was covered with petroleum jelly and his ass juice.  Making my
cock a shiny torpedo, I launched my charge into his hole.  My son,
completely spent, could not even muster the energy to scream out.  He
arched his back and rolled his eyes back into his head.


Pumping my cock into him, my hips slapped against his ass, the noise of
flesh against flesh filling the room.  I grabbed him by his thighs and
dragged him to the edge of the bed, where I began to pummel his ass with
full force.  My cock driving in and out of him dragging across his prostate
with every thrust.


In...  Scrape...


Scrape...  Out...




In...  Scrape...


Scrape...  Out...


My beautiful boy was mewled and whimpered under my assault.  His tunnel was
sucked and rippled along my shaft.  My son was using the last bit of
strength he had to give me a memorable ride.  His tunnel was rippling and
contracting against me seeking to bring me off, and, it was working.


I started long dicking my boy ass, pulling my cock all the way out before
plunging back in.  My balls churning as cum began to travel to the cannon
that was my dick.  I wanted to cum in my boy's ass so I dove back into him
and jack-rabbited into him with short powerful thrusts.  My son's throat
could no longer form words so he simply sighed at the new assault.


"Oh yeah, baby boy," I cried out as my cum began coursing through me, "Oh
fuck...here it comes...take my cum, baby boy.'


"FUCK!" I roared as my dick swelled and cum exploded out and flooded my
boy's ass.  Wave after wave, spurt after spurt, my cock dumped cum into his
warm tunnel.  My body wracked with convulsions as I drained myself into
him.  I was glad that my boy's ass was not a pussy because with the amount
of cum I deposited he would have definitely been impregnated that night.


Once drained, I grabbed him by his arms and pulled him up, my cock deflated
slowly and slid out, causing my cum to come oozing out of his ass and onto
the bedspread.  I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him.


"Happy Birthday, son."