Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2016 22:55:27 -0400
From: derek guyson <drekguy08grad@gmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Boxer Shorts 2 (Revised)

Here is the follow-up to my story: My Son's Boxer Shorts. Thank you for all
of the emails letting me know how much you enjoyed the first installment.
Your emails got me boned up and ready to write the next chapter. Keep 'em
cumming. Drekguy08grad@gmail.com

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Author's Note:This chapter is consider a "bridge". While it does move the
story along, it is not action packed or spunk worthy, so if you're just
looking to get to "the good stuff" hold off for part 3, but if you want to
follow along chronologically then please proceed. Now on with the story...


My Son's Boxer Shorts 2


I was in full, convulsing orgasm when I heard the front door open and
close. My already racing heart went into overdrive. Joshua was home! I
jumped up, pulled up my pants and grabbed all of the laundry. Walking
downstairs, I did my best to act casual. "Wh-what's up guys, I thought you
left for the pool?" "We did Dad, but Drew forgot his swim shorts." Joshua
walked toward me, with Andrew two paces behind him. "Oh, I was just about
to do the laundry. Are they in here?" I held out the clothing and Joshua
made a visible gulp. "Oh, um, yeah they probably are." Andrew stepped up
quickly and grabbed the laundry from my hands. He fussed around until he
withdrew a pair of blue board shorts. "Here," Joshua said, grabbing the
pile of clothes, "I''ll go throw them in the wash Dad." He ran down the
hall to the laundry room, leaving me standing awkwardly with Andrew. "S-so
what's on the agenda today Mr. Morris?" I could tell Andrew was feeling
just as awkward as I was. "Probably just going to hangout and watch a movie
while you guys are out, and I've told you already to call me Derek." I
looked down at Andrew and winked. "Sure thing Der..." His voice trailed off
when he looked up at me. He squinted for a second as though he were trying
to focus on something and then a look of surprise spread across his boyish
face. "You okay buddy?" I asked, wondering what the issue was. "Yeah," he
quickly looked down, adverting his eyes and headed for the front door, "I'm
good." I heard the washer machine start up just as Joshua came running past
me, and straight to the front door. "Okay Dad, we'll be back later. See
ya."

"Weird." I said aloud to myself. I couldn't help but smirk as the
realization set in that the boys must have been nervous about me finding
the spunk in their shorts. Oh to be 14 again... I headed for the bathroom
to take a leak,but as I walked passed the mirror, something caught my eye.
When I saw it my heart started pounding in my chest and I felt short of
breath. There, on my face, as plain as day, was I wad of jizz caught in my
goatee. I flashed back to moments before when Andrew had looked at me with
curiosity and surprise. Oh fuck! He saw the shit on my face. I took a deep
breath and exhaled slowly. There's no way he could have known what it was.
I looked in the mirror again and saw how undeniable the substance was.
Okay... there's no way he knew where it came from. He wouldn't have known
what I was doing with there laundry. Feeling anxious I packed up my things
and left for the gym to burn off some steam.

When I came home I walked in to find the boys' shoes at the door. I was
about to call out for them when I decided I better take a listen first. I
crept up the stairs slowly and quietly until I reached Joshua's bedroom
door. I heard Andrew first. "I'm telling you man, he had a load right on
his fucking face. Either we caught him whacking off or he accidentally got
some on his face from our shorts." "Oh fuck," Joshua said, "what if he did?
He must have realized it later on and known where it came from Drew!"
Joshua sounded almost panicked. I felt compelled to open the door and calm
his nerves, but I resisted. "Chill out dude, there's no way he would put
two and two together like that." I gently knocked on the door and waited
for Joshua to tell me to come in. "Hey Andrew, it's time to get you home."
I made a quick glance around the room to see if there was anything out of
the ordinary. "Derek... if it's cool with my mom can I crash here one more
night?" Joshua looked up at me with expectant eyes. I smiled a devilish
grin and said, "Sure man, it's fine with me, just let me know what she
says." I closed the door and waited. "I blew you last night, so there's no
way I was going home without gettin' mine." Andrew laughed and soon Joshua
joined in. I felt my cock throb at the thought. My son was a genuine
cocksucker. I had to find a way to watch him in action.