Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 23:49:34 +0000
From: Monty A <amonty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sex in the Family - Part Two

This is a story of fiction and involves sex between male family members.

Sex in the Family -- Part Two

We had breakfast and decided we would go bike riding today. My father had an
extra bicycle I could borrow. After breakfast, I changed into some shorts
and a t-shirt. My father wore a tight white muscle shirt and a pair of light
blue lycra bicycle shorts. Let me tell you, these shorts did not leave much
to the imagination. I could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls. I
don't think he was wearing a jockstrap.

We rode around town and along bike trails for a few hours and then we
stopped at a store to buy ourselves a couple of sandwiches and something to
drink. Across from the store was a park where we sat and ate our lunch. I
was having a great time talking about all sorts of things with my dad. But
my mind always came back to the thought of that huge cock in my father's
shorts and the memory of him sucking himself off. My own cock sprung to life
more than once that morning!

After lunch, we got on our bikes again and my father decided to introduce me
to a friend of his that lived nearby. He called him on his cell phone to see
if he was home. He was, and we rode to his house. His friend Barry lived in
a small bungalow on a huge lot in a quiet neighbourhood. The yard was well
tended and there were huge trees providing a lot of shade and privacy. When
my father rang the doorbell, a man of about 35 opened the door. He was about
six feet with sandy-blond hair and light-blue eyes. He was only wearing a
red speedo. His body was muscular and well defined. We shook hands and he
led us into the backyard.

It was quite big and had a huge patio and even bigger swimming pool. The
yard was completely surrounded by a 7 foot fence providing a lot of
intimacy. We sat in the chairs on the patio, had a few beers and talked for
the rest of the afternoon. We didn't even think to go for a swim. Mind you I
kept thinking of those bulges I could see in my father's shorts and in
Barry's speedo.

Around five, my father and I decided to return home. Barry said that he was
not working tomorrow and that if I wanted to, I could come back for a swim
or just stop by to say hello. I didn't need to call. I said I'd think about
it and we headed off.

Once home, my father showered and pulled on his loose-fitting shorts again.
I really did not know how I could prevent an erection looking at my father's
cock move in those shorts. I showered while my father prepared supper. When
I returned to the kitchen wearing a pair of sweatpants, my father motioned
me to a chair and proceeded to serve me dinner. An empty plate was in front
of me and my father approached me with a pan and placed a steak on my plate.
As he did so, my gazed moved to his crotch which was now at eye level. I
could see his cock oh so clearly! My father served himself and then returned
to the stove. He then came back with a pot to serve me some rice. Again he
moved close to me and I gazed at his crotch again. I wasn't sure, but it
seemed that his cock was slightly bigger. I looked up and saw my father
looking at me. He smiled, served himself, returned the pot to the stove and
returned to his seat. I felt myself blush and my cock immediately came to
full mast, but he did not say anything. We started talking and my cock
slowly returned to its flaccid state.

After supper, we cleaned up and headed to the living room to watch TV. The
rest of the evening was rather uneventful and around 10:30 we went to bed.
My father had to work the next day. But I wasn't able to fall asleep right
away. I kept seeing the day's events in my mind. It seemed that all I could
focus on was my father's crotch in his bike shorts and in front of me at the
dinner table. My cock was now hard and precum was slowly leaking.

Soon I heard my father's rhythmic breathing and I knew he was sleeping. I
decided I wanted another look at that cock of his. I slowly got up, removed
my underwear and slowly crept to my father's bed. My heart was pounding!
What if he woke up? I decided I'd cross that bridge when I'd get to it, if I
got to it.

Because my father wanted to wake with the sun, he had left the drapes in his
bedroom wide open. The light from the street and the moon cast eerie shadows
in the room, but there was enough light to be able to see. As I approached,
I saw that my father was sleeping on his back, with the covers thrown at his
feet. He was naked. I could clearly see his uncut cock resting on his big
low-hanging balls. I got closer and kneeled beside his bed level with his
crotch. I was mesmerized by the sight before me. I gazed at it for a few
minutes, slowly stroking my own cock and once in a while licking the precum
off my fingers.

I wanted to go back to bed, but I decided I'd try one more thing. Making
sure my father was still asleep, I slowly reached out and placed my left
hand on his left thigh. I could feel the warmth of his body. I left it there
for awhile to make sure that he was still asleep. I then moved it oh so
slowly and placed it on his stomach right above his thick pubic hair. I
waited again, and once I was sure that he was still asleep, I slowly moved
my hand over his pubic hair and onto his cock.

It felt strange, touching another man's cock. I grabbed it and then laid it
upward on his pubic hair. I then cupped his balls and weighed them in my
hand. What a feeling! I decided to be a little bolder and grabbed his cock
and held it straight up. I then started slowly stroking it up and down.
Again my heart was pounding and more precum was leaking from my cock. I
could see his foreskin move up and down over his cockhead. Slowly I felt his
cock increase in size. Would he wake up? I stopped, but he was still asleep.
I started stroking again, and his cock continued to grow in size. Soon it
reached its full ten inches and released precum. I decided to try one more
thing; I got up and licked the precum off his cock. It tasted so good! As I
did this, he let out a small moan. I let go his cock, and returned to my
bed.

I waited a few minutes, but my father did not wake up. I went to the
bathroom. On the way I saw that my father's cock had returned to normal. I
jacked off and returned to bed. This time I was able to fall asleep.

I was awakened early the next morning by the same slurping and moaning
sounds I had heard the day before. My father was selfsucking again. This
time I did not get up, I was too afraid he'd see me. The slurping and
moaning sounds continued for a few minutes. When it stopped, my father went
to the bathroom and took a shower.

When he finished, he went to the kitchen to have breakfast. I could tell he
was trying not to make too much noise. I pretended to sleep, but looked out
from the corner of my eye at what he was doing. He was completely nude going
about his morning routine. When his breakfast was ready, he walked to the
apartment door, opened it and picked the newspaper that had been thrown in
front of it in the hallway. He didn't event bother to cover himself or check
if someone was in the hallway!

He returned to the kitchen table, and ate his breakfast while reading the
paper. Once in a while, he would lift his cock and balls from between his
thighs and place them back down again. I had a raging hardon. After
breakfast, he dressed and went off to work.

Immediately after the door was closed behind him, I pulled the covers off
me, pulled down my underwear and starting furiously pumping my cock. When I
came, I shot on my forehead, nose and mouth. I licked the cum off my lips
and went to take a shower.

While in the shower I decided that maybe I'd go visit Barry after all. Maybe
I'd get a chance to see his cock.