Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2016 21:23:09 -0400
From: derek guyson <drekguy08grad@gmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Boxer Shorts 3

Thank you for all of the emails asking for the next installment. Your
creative and descriptive words of encouragement are what fuel my writing.
Keep 'em cumming.


My Son's Boxer Shorts 3


The night seemed to drag on forever. I was waiting for the boys to go to
bed and start messing around again. I found out that if I went into the
closet of our in-home office, I could hear pretty clearly into Josh's room,
so that's where I planned to be stationed for the night. Joshua and Andrew
each took a shower, watched some cheap horror movie in the living room and
finally announced they were headed to bed. I made my way into the office
closet and pressed my ear to the wall and fished out my stiffening cock.

"I bet he's got a big dick man." Andrew said in an intentionally sexualized
tone. "Ew, he's my dad." Joshua said. "Yeah," Andrew started, "but it's not
like he's your bio-dad." "He's still my dad." Joshua concluded. "Too bad
man, I bet he sucks a mean dick." I heard some shuffling around and what
sounded like a zipper. "Speaking of sucking dick, I believe it's your turn
at bat." It was so hot, hearing Andrew dictate my son. I wondered if Joshua
was more submissive, or if they were equally versatile. Precum was flowing
from my flared head. I brought some to my lips and savored the tangy flavor.

Then came the distinct sounds of a blowjob. "Oh man, you're so fucking good
Josh." Andrew sighed. "Megan never came close to this shit." Andrew sounded
distant, like he was riding on a cloud. I couldn't take it anymore. I
needed to see it for myself. I needed to see my son with a cock in his
mouth. That single image would provide me with bate material for the rest
of my fucking life. I heard of few more moans and groans come from Andrew
before I started to carefully and quietly make my way out of the closet and
into the hall. When I reached Josh's bedroom door I felt myself become
lightheaded. My heart felt like it was going to rip through my chest. I
almost couldn't catch my breath.

Before I realized what I was doing, my hand took hold of the doorknob and I
was pushing the door open. There he was, on his knees in nothing but a pair
of boxer shorts. Andrew was standing before him, with his hands on Joshua's
head. He was face-fucking my boy. Andrew's head was thrown back, but when
he slowly lowered it he caught my eye and a look of dread came over him. He
pushed Joshua away from him and went to cover himself, but not before I
caught sight of his surprisingly impressive dick. Joshua looked back and
saw me standing there and jumped to his feet. "Daddy, I, I.."He struggled
to form words and then I watched as his eyes made their way down my torso
and to the obvious bulge in my pj's. I gave it a squeeze just for good
measure. "What are you two doing?"  "N-nnothing Mr. Morris. We were just
hangin' out." Andrew stuttered his way through a lame excuse, still cupping
his cock and balls, boxers around his ankles. "Really, because it looks
like you were fucking my kid's mouth!" I raised my voice a little in an
effort to intimidate him. "I, we, I..." Andrew stammered again and I
interrupted, saying, "And I told you to call me Derek." Andrew trembled in
fear and i smiled at them before slowly closing myself in the room with
them. This was going to be fun.