Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2015 18:09:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: bro.yobro@yahoo.com
Subject: Mid-Life Discovery pt 7

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Mid-Life Discovery pt. 7



The day was crisp, alerting you to the upcoming change of season.  In the
dappled sunlight, I watched my son run across the pitch.  His legs pumping
as he kicked the ball before him.  He looked around for an opening.  In
this moment his body was the ultimate soccer playing machine.  The human
body was astonishingly complex, everything had to work in tandem and
automatically to make it function, countless calculations and corrections
had to be made so that my son's activities, or your's for that matter, were
executed fluidly.


I watched him intently, his muscles stiffening and contracting.  Adjusting
to the terrain and to those around him.  In my mind I secretly wished his
team would play in the nude so that all those glorious muscles and their
mechanics could be on display.  But, for now, my imagination would have to
work.  Although in the case of Roderick, I had quite an intimate knowledge
of those muscles.  He spotted an opening and like hunter after it's prey he
struck.  He kicked the ball forward with lightning speed, chasing after it,
blocking it from his opponents and then when he felt he was ready, he
delivered the killing blow.


Roderick's foot made contact with the ball with a solid thwack that could
be heard in the bleachers.  The ball sailed through the air like a
heat-seeking missile locked onto it's target.  A collective gasp could be
heard around me as all eyes focused on the ball's trajectory.  The goalie
tried his best to guess where the ball would go, jumping forward arms
extended, he hoped to tip the ball out of the way.  Unfortunately, he was a
split second too late.  The ball sailed between his outstretched arms
before hooking back and into the net.  My son had delivered a solid goal
for his school team.  Suddenly, the bleachers exploded in a cacophony of
cheers and screams.


My son's elation was a bit more subdued, a simple fist pump sufficed before
he was surrounded by his teammates.  The referee blew the whistle signaling
the end of the match.  My heart swelled with pride for my son, knowing he
had scored the winning goal.  My boy was blossoming into quite the
sportsman.


It seems as if almost overnight my son had transformed, it seemed that
somewhere between his birthday and now close to the end of the year he had
grown several inches.  The top of his head was reaching the bottom of my
chin, and, the clothes that I had bought for his birthday no longer fit
quite as well.  I was faced with the prospect of clothing adequately once
again, or, letting him go naked.  At the moment letting him go naked seemed
the most appealing option.  I chuckled at the thought.


I watched the team walk off the field, Roderick, scanned the crowd and
spotted me.  He grinned from ear to ear as he saw me, whipping off his
shirt, he winked at me.  My son was quite the tease.  My eyes raked over
his naked torso as it walked away to the team's locker room.  His muscles
seemed more defined and swollen.  His workouts were paying off and he had
decided to stick with the crew team.  He had managed to make the varsity
team for both sports as a junior so his schedule was quite busy these days.


Our home life had fallen into a quiet routine.  He had moved into my
bedroom, and, while he still kept "his room" it was more for show whenever
his friends came over.  Which lately had become more and more.  Several of
his teammates on both the crew and soccer teams had discovered our home gym
set-up and had been coming over to hang out with Roderick, but, also to
work out in our facility.  I bit my lower lip as I recalled fond memories
of fucking Billy in our gym.


The boy was a frequent guest and we had repeated our workout sessions from
time to time.  Billy was turning into a verifiable cock hound, and, he
couldn't get enough of my daddy dick.  Luckily though he had met someone
closer to his own age, he told me as much after our last fuck, I think he
thought I might get jealous, as my reaction to his news was not quite what
he expected.  But, I like to think that I let him down gently.  I let him
know that I was very happy for him and that he should move on and explore
the world, but, if he ever felt the need to "workout" than I was more than
happy to oblige if my schedule allowed.


I could sense a sadness in him as we made our way through the rest of our
workout.  I let Roderick know so that he could reach out to him and provide
a shoulder if necessary, since we kept no secrets from each other.
Roderick himself from time to time would let me know about his various high
school trysts.  None of them were ever serious enough to threaten what had
developed between us, but, I too recognized that he was a growing boy who
might not forever be in love with his daddy.


I made my way down the bleachers and out towards the parking lot.  My phone
buzzed in my pocket alerting me to a call, I picked up the phone and saw
that it was the car dealership that I had been speaking to.  I had decided
to get Roderick his own car, since he had been doing well in school and had
recently gotten his driving permit.  The dealership was calling to confirm
our appointment tonight, I confirmed with them that I still planned on
showing up.  I let them know that I was waiting for my son as his game had
just finished and that I hoped to be there in about an hour or so.  I hung
up with the dealership as I made it to my Audi, slipping inside I sent
Roderick a quick text to let him know I was waiting on him.


15 minutes later, Roderick and I were pulling out of the parking lot and
heading off towards the city.  "Umm, dad, this isn't the way home,"
Roderick said as made our way onto the freeway.


"Well, that's because we aren't going home right now son." I said merging
onto the freeway.  "I have a surprise for you."


Roderick flashed me a million dollar smile, I suspected he knew it might be
a car, but, I didn't give him any indication as to what it might be.


"Just a little something to say how proud I am of you," I continued,
placing my hand on his upper thigh and massaging his muscle there.
Roderick placed his hand over mine and drew it towards his polyester
covered crotch.  I could feel his dick begin to grow as I kneaded the
fabric and flesh beneath.


A few minutes later we were wending our way through downtown traffic as I
drove towards the auto dealership where I would be getting Roderick his
car.  As we pulled into the parking area, Roderick's eyes light up with
surprise and amazement.


"No way, dad!" He exclaimed, "A car! Oh my god! You're the best!"


As I powered down my car, I smiled, "Well son, you've been a good student,
an outstanding athlete and the best son a father can hope for, so I think
you deserve a little reward." I said


"But, listen carefully," I continued, "A car is a very serious
responsibility, I expect you to keep your grades up and continue excelling
at sports.  Also, don't go crazy, any accidents, tickets, gas and insurance
will be coming out of your pocket.  Understand."


"Yes, sir," he said happily.


We exited the car and made our way to the dealer, I placed a hand around
his shoulders and pulled him in, "I love you, son," I whispered in his ear.
His smile said everything else.


We made our way inside and viewed the luxury cars on display in the
showroom.  Yes, I know that starting my son off with a luxury car may be
the best way to go, but, so far he has proved to be a good kid and since we
have the means why not splurge on him.  Roderick's eyes were as wide as
saucers as he walked up and down the Mercedes SL Roadster.  I chuckled,
typical teenager attracted to flash and speed.  The dealer came up and
introduced himself, once pleasantries were exchanged we got down to
business.  I let him know that the car would be for my son, and, I would be
letting him choose whatever he liked within reason.  Kurt, the dealer,
chuckled and said he completely understood.  We turned to look at my son
who was now eyeing a new Audi R8 Spyder.


"Looks like your boy may have expensive tastes," Kurt said, we both
chuckled and I called Roderick over to introduce him to the salesman.


Roderick greeted Kurt warmly, he was still quite overwhelmed at his gift.
I interjected that a gift today was most certainly appropriate as he had
scored the winning goal during his soccer match and would certainly help
his school advance in their standings.


"Well done, son," Kurt said as he patted Roderick on the shoulder, his hand
lingered there before sliding off and along his arm.  "So, see anything you
like out there." he asked.


Roderick smiled and said, "Yes, but, nothing that really calls to me yet."


Kurt and Roderick began to walk around the display models while I hung back
and watched them interact.  The dealership had a few models on display,
but, since they were a small, luxury dealer, most of their stock would need
to be custom ordered for their clients if the floor model wasn't what they
were looking for, or, if it wasn't in their limited stock.  It seemed that
Roderick was still unsure of what he wanted, but, he definitely had
something in mind as they kept circling the Audi's.


The Spyder certainly was an eye pleaser, but, I hoped that Roderick would
pick a more practical car.  I walked over to them, I noticed as I came up
to them that Kurt had his hand on Roderick's back as my boy was bent over
looking into the Spyder's cabin.  Upon my approach, Kurt promptly removed
his hand hoping I wouldn't see.  His action caused Roderick to turn and
look at us, he gave me a knowing smile and I began to wonder if my son
wasn't encouraging the behavior.


Afterall, from the way Roderick was bent over the car, you could see that
his shirt had ridden up, exposing the small of his back and showing to
anyone looking that he was wearing a jockstrap underneath his track pants.


"Will this be able to fit all your gear, son." I asked, hopefully getting
him to steer away from a sports car, "After all, you do have crew and
soccer to think about."


I could tell that my son hadn't thought about those aspects as he somewhat
dejectedly said, "Yeah, you're right.  I may need more room."


"Well if that's the case, we have some Range Rover's you might be
interested in out back in our parking structure." Kurt said.


My son chuckled at Kurt and said, "If it's a Range Rover, I know what I
want.  It has to be a matte gunmetal grey Sport with the red leather seats
and a black/grey interior."


Kurt laughed, "I like that, a man who know what he wants.  Well kiddo, I
may not have that exact one, but, I'm sure we could order something if you
don't mind not driving away with something tonight."


I could see the wheels on my son's head turning, should he wait or not.
That seemed to be the question.


"Well," My son finally said, "Let's see what you have."


Kurt nodded and walked us back to their garage.  We walked up a the ramp a
few flights until we hit a line of meticulously detailed Range Rovers
shining under the fluorescent glow of the overhead lights.  Kurt walked us
up to a black on black Range Rover Sport that he thought my son would like.
Kurt got into the driver's side and started it up and pulled it forward so
that my son could thoroughly inspect the vehicle.


Roderick looked at the car and smiled.  The black on black detailing was
carried throughout the whole car.  Inside black leather seats gave way to
black carpeting and finishes.  There were some grey textured areas that
were made to look like metal, overall the Rover had a very industrial
feeling that even appealed to me.  I looked over at Roderick and I could
see he had fallen in love with it.  His eyes connected with mine and I just
nodded.  This was his car.


"I'll take it!" Roderick informed Kurt excitedly.  Kurt smiled and shook
the Roderick's hand.  Turning to me he said shall we talk numbers.  I
nodded and we proceeded to walk back to Kurt's office in the showroom.  In
his office we proceeded to discuss terms and conditions.  I instructed Kurt
that I had no intention of paying sticker price for the vehicle and was
hoping that he could work with me.  45 minutes later Kurt and I emerged
from his office and shook hands.  He gave Roderick the keys to the Rover
and said that he looked forward to working with us in the future.


As we walked out of the dealership, Roderick gave me a big hug and said,
"Thanks, Dad!"


"No problem kiddo," I said back to him as I hugged him close, "Now, I want
you to drive straight home and drive carefully."


Roderick smiled and nodded as he jumped into his new car.  He spent a few
minutes familiarizing himself with all the buttons and levers and then
eased the car out into the evening Seattle traffic.  I followed shortly
afterwards.


On the drive home I turned introspective once again.  I felt it was time to
make some additional changes, firstly, I pondered on selling our house.
The house was massive for just Roderick and I, between the maid, gardener
and utility bills the upkeep was getting pretty high.  But, I wasn't too
keen on disrupting school activities.  Luckily, Roderick attended private
school so moving to the city or within the suburbs wouldn't be too much of
a problem since he would still be able to attend school, it might be a
different story if he went to public school.


But, I had been wanting to change our scenery for a while.  The house was a
reminder of my dysfunctional past, most of the furnishings and design had
been my wife's style and not mine.  I preferred the clean simple lines of
modern design, or, a more art's and crafts style.  I figured I could start
looking into new homes as soon as I got home.  Something closer to work
could be beneficial.  Or, one of the modern condo towers that loomed over
the downtown skyline.  I decided I would need to discuss it with Roderick
before I made any concrete decisions.


I came to a stop alongside my son's Range Rover when I got home.  I made my
way into the house through the side entrance.  My son was in the kitchen
making us dinner.  The site of him wearing only his jockstrap as he cooked
caused my cock to go rock hard in my slacks.  I set my briefcase down and
walked up to him, my hand slid along his spine down to the valley of his
buttocks.  My finger circled and teased his hole.  He gasped under my
touch, but, didn't move away from what looked like a chicken stir-fry.


"Dad, stop," He gasped again as my finger pushed into his rosebud ever so
slightly. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.  Why don't you go change
into something more comfortable." he said, half turning, he kissed me, he
skimmed his tongue along my lips before he used it to open my mouth and
duel with my tongue.


"I'd rather eat this," I said, taking my finger out of his hole and
slapping his ass lightly.


He smirked and said, "You always told me no dessert before dinner."


We kissed again and then I headed upstairs to change out of my suit.  I
stripped down to my briefs and looked through my underwear drawer to see
what I could wear to entice my son.  I had never been big on lingerie with
my wife, but, with Roderick I found myself buying thongs and g-strings,
and, other form fitting clothing to arouse us.  I pulled out an army green
mesh jockstrap and slid into it.  I figured I would match my son since he
was wearing a jockstrap.  I grabbed one of my N2N Dream Robes and threw
that on as well as I made my way back down to the kitchen.


Walking into the kitchen I saw that my son was no longer there and it was
dimly lit.  I moved to the dining room and saw that my son had plated our
dinner already.  The dining room was also dimly light, Roderick had lit
some candles around the room to create some mood lighting.  As I made my
way to the table I chuckled at the spread he had put out.


"When did you have time to make egg rolls and wontons," I said, Roderick
broke out a grin that stretched from ear to ear.


"Guess I'm just a culinary genius, dad." he said.


"Ha! More like the master of take-out."


Roderick had picked us up some chinese food and his stir-fry job when I
came home was just for show.  He pulled out the dinner chair for me and I
sat at the head of the table.  Roderick took a seat next to me and we
proceeded to eat and discuss the day.  I congratulated him on the game and
let him know that I was very proud of him.  He said me being there to see
his winning goal was special to him and he thanked me again for the car.


The dinner felt different than our usual, this one felt like a date, and I
found myself enjoying it very much.  I began to wonder if there was someway
I could take my son out on a date sometime.  Maybe we could do a trip down
to Portland, or, drive up to Bellingham, or even Vancouver and enjoy
ourselves as Roderick and Forrester, instead of father and son.  At one
point during dinner Roderick took my hand in his and just held it.  My cock
hardened at his touch.  This boy was definitely putting the moves on me.


After we finished our meals, Roderick cleared the table, while I went and
turned on the hot tub out back.  I grabbed Roderick as soon as he was done
with the plates and brought him out so that we could relax together in the
hot tub.  As we sunk into the hot swirling waters, I brought his face in
towards mine and I kissed him deeply and passionately, my tongue probed his
mouth and lips, before moving down to his neck.  Roderick sighed under my
kisses, I bit at his neck, but, was careful to not leave any telltale
marks.  It would be slightly awkward for him to explain marks on his neck
since he wasn't outwardly dating anyone at the moment, or, at least that I
knew of.


My hands, underwater, slid along his body.  Grabbing him by the hips I
moved him over so that he straddled my legs as we continued our passionate
kissing.  In this position his ass was resting just above my mesh covered
cock, I felt him slide up against it a couple of times.  From his neck I
moved my kisses down to his clavicle before moving down further along his
pecs.  I lapped at his nipples as I encountered them.  Grabbing them
between my teeth I nipped at them lightly and suckled them.  Roderick was
an explosion of gasps and groans.


"Oh Daddy!" he panted as I continued my assault on his nipples.


Meanwhile, his hands roamed my body as well, reaching behind him, he hooked
his fingers on the side of my jock's pouch and moved the mesh away
releasing my cock.  Roderick continued to grind his ass against my cock,
before pushing it in with his fingers.


"Ah!" we both gasped.


"Let's take this inside," I said to my beautiful boy, my head rested at the
entrance of his tunnel and I didn't want to hurt him by pushing inside
unlubed.


I pulled him off me and got out of the hot tub.  Steam came off us as our
bodies made contact with the cool evening air.  We both left our wet jocks
on the floor by the tub.  I grabbed Roderick and pulled him towards me,
kissing him in the cool air, I bent down and grabbed him by the knees and
scooped him up in my arms as I carried him into the house.  My growing boy
was getting heavy with his developing muscles, I would need to hit the
weights a little harder if I wanted to keep carrying him when we fucked.


As I entered the house I decided to take him into our massage room instead
of our bedroom.  I wanted to fuck him again where our journey together
started.  I layed him down on the massage table and grabbed the radio
remote and turned on the music.  Instantly our ears were greeted to the
sensual strains of Enigma pumping out through the rooms speaker system.  I
grabbed the bottle of almond oil that I kept there and poured some onto my
son's chest and then a some onto my hands.


The oiled pooled in the valleys of his abs and ran down the sides of his
pecs.  I rubbed the oiled hands together before placing them on his torso.
With broad sweeps I moved the almond oil around his chest and abs.  My son
gasped at my touch, his gaze was filled with lust as we locked eyes.  My
fingers fanned across his nipples, as my palms swept across his pecs.  They
felt hard yet yielding to my touch.


I moved my strokes over his shoulders and biceps.  My hands touched the
delicate skin of his armpits, I stretched his arms over head and swept my
hands down his sides, soothing his growing lats and obliques.  "God," I
said, looking down at the twin emerald pools that were his eyes, "You're
beautiful."  Roderick blushed beneath me at the compliment, I moved down
and gently kissed my son's lips.


Moving down to his legs, my strokes caused my son to gasp and sigh with
relief as I did my best to remove the built up lactic acid.  His powerful
quad muscles quivered under my touch, his hardened cock bobbing in the air
anticipating its turn.  My boy's cock was shiny with pre-cum, a pearl clung
to his tip, enticing me.  I slowly leaned over, sticking my tongue out I
lapped at the bead, tasting his sweet saltiness.  I could feel my son's
gaze bore into the side of my face, followed, by an explosive gasp as my
tongue swabbed his sensitive glans as I lapped all traces of his dick
honey.


"Oh daddy!" Roderick gasped, "Please."


I took his shaft into my mouth as I slowly descended his column.  My tongue
fluttering around his velvety hardness.  My boy writhed in pleasure beneath
me, his cock throbbing in my mouth, growing.  I bobbed once, twice, three
times along the length of his cock before pulling off and continuing his
massage.  His cock bobbed in the air angrily between us.


I lifted my son's leg so I could work his calf and hamstrings.  Using the
palm of my hand I pressed downward along the back of his thighs, drawing a
deep sigh from him as his muscles released.  Reaching his buttocks I fanned
my fingers around his muscular globe, once again he gasped in desire as my
fingers rapped softly against his back door.  His beautiful pink rosebud
winked at me in welcome.


I moved up onto the massage table, gently, as it creaked and groaned under
my added weight.  I bent my Roderick's legs at the knee and placed the
soles of his feet against my shoulders, so as to give his quivering legs
some relief.  I continued my ministrations on the other leg before moving
to the inside of his thighs.  My strokes caused my son to arch his back in
pleasure, one hand massaged his taint, while my fingers once again drummed
a greeting against his rear entrance.


His rosebud opened in welcome to my advancing digit.  I inserted my index
finger slowly, just the tip at first, before pulling it back out and
caressing the sensitive skin there.  My other hand continued to work his
taint and balls.  My beautiful boys stomach heaved and quivered, his
breathing came shallow and fast, the room filled with his moans, gasps, and
whimpers.


My index finger plunged into his depth once again, this time to the second
knuckle, Roderick gasped above me as I twisted my finger in his warm cave.
It's enticing warmth, inviting and comforting, encouraged additional
exploration, so, I sunk my finger further into his velvet tunnel.  I
wiggled and flexed my finger along his tunnel walls causing my boy to
explode in gasps, his legs dropped from my shoulders, he flailed them in
the air for an instant, before bringing them down to the table.


"Please, daddy, please," he whimpered, his emerald eyes pleaded with me to
release him from his torment.  I withdrew my finger from his ass and sat
back on my haunches.  My eyes raked over my splayed boy's body.  My hands
moved in soothing motions against his quivering quads.  I moved them lower,
towards his hips, I pulled him towards me.


Grabbing his legs at the knees I pushed them back towards his chest.  I
moved with them as I pushed them back so that I could once again kiss my
Roderick's pillow soft lips.  Our tongues dueled one another, urgently,
hungrily.  My throbbing cock, as if possessed by its own will, began to
throb as it searched for the cave he called home.  It danced along
Roderick's exposed valley leaving a wet trail, until at last it found the
cave opening.


My cock slowly slid into my son's ass.  Both of us moaned in desire.  I
dropped my head and licked at Roderick's neck as my cock continued its
onward march.  I felt Roderick's legs encircle my hips, his heels locking
him in place.  I knew I had fully entered my boy, when I felt his balls
against my pubis.  Beneath me my boy was silent in his ecstasy, in that
moment, head thrown back in desire, mouth agape, he looked like a living
doll.


I moved my hips and began to drive into him.  My churning cock, caused his
trapped moans to escape forth.  As my cock sawed in and out of his ass,
Roderick caterwauled like a whore at her first gangbang.  His eyes rolled
back in ecstasy.  His hands unsure of their role in our activities flailed
about and roamed over my body.  They tugged and pulled at my nipples,
before deciding to caress my biceps or pecs instead.


Finally, in the ultimate of lascivious displays my son gained control of
his limbs by placing them behind his head, grabbing onto the tables head
rest.  This action had the effect of stretching my boy's torso, allowing my
hand to roam the length of it.  I fucked him faster.


In...


Out...


In...


Out...


The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.  I
looked down to see my son's hole wrapped around my cock, the site sent
shivers down my spine as his ass looked like a welcoming pair of lips,
puffy and red, around my cock.  I site of it inflamed me.  Drove me over
the edge.  I fucked my boy with gusto, Roderick groaned and gasped at my
renewed assault.


SLAP!


SLAP!


SLAP!


"AAAAHHH!"


"AAHH!"


AH! Fuck Daddy!"  Roderick cried out as his cock swelled and began to erupt
cum hands free.  My sons cum shot out with force.  The first blast went
past his head, whereas the second through fifth ropes of cum landed about
his neck, chest and abs.  I took in the debauched site, running my hands
over his cum I scooped some up and ate it.


His youthful cum renewed me.  I continued my assault on Roderick's ass.
Longstroking into his ass furiously, Roderick, completely spent could only
lay there on the table and take it.  With my hands I massaged the cum into
his skin, the troughs his abs made allowed from some additional protein
shots as I tried sucking them up.


Finally, I could feel my own explosion coming.  I felt an electric charge
run the length of my spine and out through my cock.  Plunging in and out of
Roderick's ass, I let out a great roar,


"AAAAAHHHH!"


I blasted my cum deep into my boy's ass.  I filled him to overflowing as my
cum tried to seep out the sides of my cock.  Completely spent, I lay myself
gently on top of Roderick, I could feel his breath against my ear.


"Thanks, daddy!" he whispered.


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I woke up late the next day, stretching out in bed, I felt an empty spot
where Roderick should have been.  Sitting up, I figured he must have headed
off to weekend practice, or, perhaps he was downstairs.  Getting out of bed
I slipped on some running shorts and my robe, and, headed down to the
kitchen.  The room my son would most likely be in.


Walking into the kitchen I was surprised to not find him there, but, I did
see a note he left on the kitchen island.  Scanning it, he kindly informed
me that he had headed off to practice and then would be hanging out with
some of his friends and he probably would be back home late.  I placed the
note back on the counter and made myself some coffee.  I grabbed my work
phone which I had left charging in the kitchen and reviewed my calendar and
emails.  "Great, Nothing pressing," I said to an empty house.  I grabbed my
coffee and walked through the house to my office and decided to look at
real estate listing to see what was out there.

A couple of hours into my search later, I was surprised to find several
choices that Roderick and I might enjoy, a few were even in the same
community we lived in so those might prove the least disruptive to
Roderick.  I ended up emailing a couple of realtors to schedule
appointments for them to come out and appraise my property to see how much
I could get for it.  I figured I wouldn't make any new purchase until I
sold the place.


As I was finishing up, I noticed an email had come in from my sister in
England.  I clicked it open and read it.  She was sad to inform me that she
wouldn't be able to host Roderick for Christmas break after all, as her
husband had just received a new position that would require him to transfer
to Australia and they would be using the holidays to go visit and look at
places where they could live.  We were more than welcome to use their homes
in London and Brighton if we still wished to travel to England for the
winter, but, she sadly would not be available.


I wrote back a quick note to let her know that the change of plan was
understandable and congratulated them on the move to Australia, perhaps we
could visit them there once they had settled in.  As I sent this off, one
of the real estate agents had contacted me back to arrange a date and time,
if today wasn't amenable.


I decided to call her and let her know that I was open, she sounded lovely
and energetic, and, agreed to meet me here in an hour or so.  I turned off
the computer and headed up to shower and change.  I took advantage of this
time to also check that there wasn't anything incriminating laying about.
Luckily, the house, like me, was clean as a whistle.


I was walking back downstairs when I heard the doorbell.  I headed over to
the door and opened it, on the other side stood a lovely, blonde,
middle-aged woman.  She introduced herself as Marie, the realtor, I spoke
on the phone to.  I let he into the house and she was immediately
impressed.  I gave her a tour of the place before we circled back to the
living room to discuss.


She assured me that she had no doubt my house would sell quickly and
commented on the almost museum-like condition of the home.  The master
suite she stated would be the home's major selling point, followed by the
kitchen.  She thought we could easily get a 2 million for the house, I gave
her my poker face, but, internally, I thought that was somewhat of a low
price.  She pulled out the paperwork to sign the seller agreement, but,
instead I thanked her for her time and let her know that I was still
interviewing agents and would be in touch.


My cell phone began buzzing as I was walking back to my home office.  The
other realtor I had called was calling me to set up a time to view the
house.  I asked him if he was available now since my schedule was open at
the moment and he said yes.  He indicated that he could be here within a
half-hour, I let him know that I would look forward to meeting him.  In my
office I logged back onto the internet to see what I could do about the
tickets I had pre-purchased for Roderick's trip to my sisters.  Luckily, I
was able to get a credit for them, and, I began to look into booking us a
getaway vacation.  I was looking at hotels in various cities when the
doorbell rang again.


I opened the front door and caught my breath for a second, at my entrance
stood a strikingly handsome man.  He introduced himself as Luke, the man
was looked like he just stepped off of a football field.  About my height,
6'2" or so, blue eyes, blonde hair and chiseled looks.  He was your
quintessential All-American boy grown up into a man.  I welcomed him into
my home and gave him the tour.


We chatted about life as well as the home.  I found out Luke was in his
early 30's and he had been in the real estate industry since he turned 19.
An uncle, he mentioned, had taken him under his wing and showed him the
ropes.  I wondered, impurely, if that was all he showed him.  Luke, like
the other realtor, was impressed with the state and size of the house.  He
informed me that he specialized in luxury listings and that he may have a
buyer or two that would like this home.  He also suggested that I don't
price too high so that the home doesn't sit on the market but, that we
don't want to price it too low and give it away, so to speak.  He suggested
listing the house around 3.5 and go from there.  Because of many of my
home's unique features pricing it with the neighborhood comps might not do
the home justice.


As we entered the gym area, Luke let out a, "Wow! Nice setup!"  His eyes
lit up like a kid in a candy store.  His hands slid across the padded seats
and rests, before grazing over the various weights and plates.  He walked
to the wall that held my bodybuilding awards and trophies.  He stared at
several of my photos, before he turned around and said, "So you lift?"  I
smirked at him and noticed that his pants seemed to get a little snugger in
the front.


I chuckled and said, "Well, I dabble around a bit."  He laughed.  "What
about you?" I asked him.


"Yes, I'm actually training up for a competition coming up after the
holidays."


"Oh, very nice," I responded.


From there we began to discuss everything bodybuilding.  We covered diets,
preferred exercises and lifts, posing routines and coaching.  I discovered
that this would be his first competition solo since his old training and
competition buddy moved away.  Luke asked if I would be interested in
helping him out.  I thought about his offer for a moment, before, I let him
know that I would need to check my schedule, but, I didn't think it would
be a problem, and, it could help me get back into competition form.  We
shook hands like old friends and decided to stay in touch.  He added that
the offer stood even if I didn't choose him to be the selling agent for his
home.  I let him know that no such thing would happen and that we could
just sign the paperwork now so that he could start listing the place.


"If the gym came with the house, I would be tempted to buy it," Luke said.


"Well, I'm sure we can negotiate something," I responded, as we both
laughed and signed the necessary paperwork.  By the time Luke was pulling
out of the drive I had also agreed to have him be my buying agent and he
would begin sending me some listings once he got back to the office.


By late afternoon I decided to go out and get a run.  The day had gone from
overcast to partly cloudy and there was a nice crisp chill in the air.  I
suited up with some running tights and a pullover and headed out onto the
trail.  My run had an energizing effect on me and I decided to do an extra
lap on the park trail before heading back home.  Midway through my second
lap my phone started buzzing pulling it from my pocket, I saw that Roderick
had texted me.  I sent him a quick response that I was at the park running
and planned to be home soon.  I picked up my pace and started running back
home.


I was jogging up our drive when I noticed an older model blue Lexus parked
behind Roderick's Rover, the car was unfamiliar, but, I figured it must be
one of his friends.  Walking into the house through the side entrance, I
made my way to the kitchen where I found Roderick and one of his friends, I
figured this is who the car belonged to.  Smiling at them, I said, "Hey."


"Hey Dad!" Roderick exclaimed as I walked in.  I noticed his friend stand
up from the chair he was sitting on.  The boy was quite handsome, about my
son's height brown hair and eyes, he looked Hispanic, a ready smile played
along his lips.  "This is Diego," my son said introducing his friend.


"Hi Diego," I said to the boy as I reached out and offered him my hand to
shake.  Diego grasped my hand and gave it a good squeeze.  I smiled
welcomingly to him and then said, "What are you guys up to?"


"We are waiting on Billy, he had to use the bathroom," Diego said.


"Yeah, they were getting ready to head out, we were hanging out at the
park."  Roderick added.


"Oh, sounds like you guys had a fun day." I responded as I walked over to
the fridge and got a bottle of water.


"Diego you ready," Billy exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, seeing me he
flushed a bit, "Oh, hey Mr. Kent!" he said.  I nodded my head and smiled at
him.  Diego stood up and followed Billy out through the mud room.  Roderick
walked out with them and I heard them say their goodbyes through the open
door.


Once they had left Roderick came back inside, padding over to me in his
socked feet he hugged me and planted a kiss on my lips.  His tongue
breached my lips and invaded my mouth.  My cock filled with desire and
throbbed uncomfortably in the tights.


"Well hello to you to," I said as Roderick pulled away.  He smirked at me
and said, "Well, I didn't get a chance to properly say goodbye this
morning."


Moving my hands down to his hips, I pulled him back into me, and whispered
into his ear, "Well I know how else you can make it up to me."


I felt him shiver against me as I licked his ear and then his neck.  He
shifted his hips against mine so that I could feel his hardness.


"Let's continue this in the shower." I said, he grabbed my hand and lead
the way.


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Steam and water filled the enclosed space, I ran my tongue along Roderick's
abs.  Kissing at his peaks and licking at his valleys.  My hands roamed his
body, his tumescent shaft throbbed against my cheek as I kissed my way down
to his pubis.  Roderick gasped and moaned at my touch.


My tongue flickered along the base of his shaft.  Slowly working its way
up, tracing the veins that crisscrossed his shaft, my son spasmed around
me, my tongue scraped along his sensitive glans.  I ran it along his corona
and used the tip to probe his meatus.  His fingers intertwined in my head,
pulled at my hair.  He struggled to push me down on his cock.  I enveloped
his glans with my entire mouth.  My son cried out in ecstasy "Oh Dad!" as I
sucked on his head, flickering my tongue here and there along its sensitive
surface.


I began to bob up and down on his shaft.


Up,


Down,


Up,


Down,


His fevered cries echoed in the confined space.  His hands released my hair
and roamed over my head, neck, and shoulders.  I pulled off his cock and
looked up and my beautiful boy.  His face was the epitome of wanton
lasciviousness.  His eyes were clouded over with desire and his mouth hung
slack and open like a well used whore after a thousand man gang bang.  I
grasped his turgid shaft in my hand and stroked him, his cock was like a
pillar of fire in my hand.


Standing up, pulling Roderick up with me I moved us under the spray of the
overhead showerhead and kissed him deeply as the water cascaded around us.
I felt his nails scratch their way down my back, the sensation sent chills
through me and I shuddered against him.  His hands moved lower and soon he
was cupping my ass.  With our lips still locked on one another, I ran a
hand through the long hair atop his head.  His hand pulled at my ass and
his probing fingers entered the valley of my ass seeking my hole.  I
grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled him off me


"Is that what you want," I said, my voice low and gruff with desire.


"Yes!" he answered as his index finger breached my back tunnel.  We both
gasped with desire.


SLAP!


I felt a sharp sting on my ass, as my boy slapped my ass.  "Turn around,"
he said demandingly.


I turned and felt myself being pushed up against the cool tiled wall of the
shower.  With one hand he pushed my chest into the wall with the other,
Roderick, probed my ass.  His finger twisting and diving into my tunnel
over and over again.  I gasped and moaned under his touch.


One finger, became two, then two became three.  He finger fucked me with
three fingers, stretching and opening me.  I licked at tiled wall in my
desire and moaned like a cheap whore.  "Fuck me, boy!" I shouted at him,
"Fuck me!"


I heard him chuckle as he continued to move his fingers inside me.  "So you
want a dick, do you," he said.


"Yes!" I gasped.


His fingers continued to move in and out of my hole.


In,


Out,


In,


Out,


"Unh...unh...unh," I panted.


"Tell me again, daddy, what do you want?" Roderick whispered in my ear.  I
could feel his body press against me, driving his fingers deep into me.


"Unh...your cock....unh...fuck me with your cock, boy."


I felt his tongue graze my ear, he licked along the edge before dipping it
behind and then down to my neck.


"Unh...unh...unh...please...fuck me."


I felt his fingers pull out from my ass, and, the tip of his cock press
against it.  In my lust I tried to push back on it.


SLAP!


My was stung once again, causing me to gasp once again.


"No, Don't be greedy, daddy!" he said.  My son's forceful tone was driving
me wild, what had gotten into him I thought, he seldom took the dominant
role, but, if this is how it would be then I wasn't about to complain.


Roderick grabbed his throbbing shaft and slowly sank it into my ass.  I
groaned as I felt each one of his inches sink into me.  It felt like it
took longer for him to get his cock into me and I wondered if his recent
growth spurt had given him some extra length as well.  His pubic hair
against my ass and a satisfied gasp indicated to me that he had finally
bottomed out.


His cock was like a molten spike in my ass.  He filled and stretched me
like never before.  I moaned in pleasure.  He held his cock there before he
began to drive in and out of me.


"AAAHHH!" I screamed with bliss as his dick rocketed in and out of me.


Slap,


Slap,


Slap,


The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the shower along with
our groans.  His bloated cock filled me deliciously and his cockhead
assaulted my prostate as if it were a punching bag at a boxing gym.


"Oh Fuck!" we both screamed.


Roderick was power dicking my ass and I don't know how I was taking it.


In,


Out,


In,


Out,


Roderick grabbed me by the hips and slammed his dick into me and held it
there.  He pulled out slowly until his head was just at my entrance, and
then.  SLAM!  He drove it back into me unflinchingly.


"Fuck...unh...Oh...unh...fuck!" I panted.


He moved me off the wall and down to the floor of the shower.  I thought we
would fuck doggie style but he proceeded to twist me around without
removing his cock from my ass until I was on my back on the floor.


His eyes connected with mine and he smirked at me.  Grabbing my ankles he
spread out my legs and started fucking me once again.  I arched my back as
his dick entered and exited my ass.


"Yes...fuck...Daddy...yeah!"  I could hear him panting above me.


His cock started coming in fast and furious once again, I was so drained by
his pounding that I could do nothing but lay there and take it.


"Fuck!" he shouted, "Oh, Yeah!"


"I'm gonna cum, daddy!"


"I'm gonna cum!"


"Oh, FUCK!"  he roared over me.


His cock in my ass swelled and started spewing his seed deep into me.  As
he filled me with his babies, Roderick grasped my cock and started stroking
me to completion.  His grip was just perfectly tight and soon I was moaning
once again.


"Oh fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!" I shouted as Roderick began stroking faster
and faster.


Up,


Down,


Up,


Down,


"Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck!"  I shouted as I felt the cum begin to travel
up my urethra towards explosion.  Roderick stopped stroking and brought his
mouth over my cock and and with his tongue he flicked the head.


"FUCK!" I shouted at the tickling of my dick head and I exploded cum all
over my boy's face and mouth.  Once I finished blasting cum into him,
Roderick made his way up my body and kissed me.  I could taste myself on
his face and mouth.  I licked and cleaned all the cum on his face before
the water could wash it away.  He settled down gently on top of me and let
out a contented purr.  I chuckled as his reaction and wrapped my hands
around him in a hug.  I could feel my son sink into the afterglow.  I tried
to as well, but, his still hard cock in me was making my ass itch again.  I
kissed the top of his head, and, whispered, "I love you, son.


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Flipturn (atheltics/highshool)
The Cult of the All-Father (incest)
A Love Found (adult/youth)