Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2001 08:52:05 -0800 (PST) From: Kelly McCarty <KLMCC1@excite.com> Subject: 15yr Old Snowboarder's Muscles 15yr Old Snowboarder's Muscles ========================================== Honestly, it all started out so innocently. My son JJ came home from an all-day snowboarding event, with a couple of his buddies. All decked out in their loose baggy pants, logo'd shirts and beanies. They really looked the typical teenager punk roles. In actuality - they were really cool. (Much cooler that I ever had been in school!) Three of three had jobs, all with +3.5 GPA's, all dating - although from what I had heard the dates were more of an excuse to be a part of group party, and all VERY good looking ! So there they were. Piled on the floor. All joking and laughing about their day. Cutting off skiers, doing jumps, flips, bombing-runs, etc. - all in terms I really didn't want to understand. But they were here. Loud and rambunctious - but here ! Not some other families home. OURS ! Ryan shortly had to go home soon followed by two others. Suddenly it was just JJ and I. I was still playing around on the computer while JJ talked and talked and talked. (Rare moments with teenagers. I wasn't going screw this one up. He talked - I listened.) Thank God he hadn't seen what I had been viewing, on the internet, as they all walked in. Plowing though Nifty.ORG reading up on some wild fantasies. My semi hard-on still hidden by my heavy carrhart jeans. Slowly, not trying to draw any attention, I closed out of Nifty, Hunkhunters, and my Egroups account and signed on to Napster. It all appeared to be a natural internet progression while downloading a file or two. All the while JJ just rambled on. We have a GREAT relationship. Very open and very honest. We talk about everything. Sometimes it has been at my prompting, but we do discuss it all. From school, to girls, to J/O techniques, to music and math, and even the porno's that I somehow arranged to show up in his room. We really do get along great. He's a typical 15 year old. (True blond !) 5'6 at 140lbs and with very deep peering blue eyes. ". . . and there I was launching off this kicker that we built, when I really don't know what went wrong. Just didn't get the lift that I needed and I really slammed into the ground. Right on my back. Dude - it really hurt. Still sore now. . . " I had to get back into the conversation. Lusting after him as I have done for years as he has grown up. NEVER having taken advantage. Simply being there for him. I started to think to myself - I could still be there for him now - sore muscles, tired, needs a back-rub and possible 'release ??? "So, how about a back-rub. Your mom and sister aren't going to be home for quite some time. Just you and me. Interested ?" "Hell yeah - Dude. My back is really sore - and tight." "OK - let's see. I'll go get some lotion and you get out of your garb. Meet ya' back here in your room in a few." (Allowing him to get comfortable within his room, his music and his -- soon to be lack of -- clothes!) I came back in and he was in boxers laying on the floor with a pillow under his chin as he watched some lame TV show. I didn't even offer, simply clicked-off the TV and hit the stereo. If he wanted a back-rub HE was going to get a rub-down. This was a chance in a lifetime. One that I wasn't going to screw-up or allow to get screwed. I knelt down and actually sat on his calves while I positioned myself to start the most sensual rub-down I have ever given. Listening to Depeche Mode - I was set to really really enjoy this. I just hoped that he was. . . for it all ! Starting as I always have with his mom with a tapping and light pounding up and down the spine. Softly at first - trying to break the ice. I then launched into a rub-down of his shoulders. Upper arms and back again down his back trying to remain towards the center. Occasional soft moans would be released as he melted into the pillow. Up / Down / Up / Down all the way across his spine. He was TOAST ! Thinking how I wanted to increase his tension, I started low - just below the boxer waist line - with just my finger tips, I began pushing them I after another in rapid succession while moving up toward his neck. INSTANT cold chills and an occasional giggle ! (Just what I wanted) Then told him that I really wanted to help - so I was going to start with some lotion. COLD lotion came out in spurts across his back and dribbled down his sides as I squeezed the tube. "ooops !" He moaned and bitched a bit about how cold the lotion was. I came back with, "I know - give me just a couple - I'll have it warmed up and lubed in." So it was with that, that I really started to massage his back, shoulders, sides, upper arms, and waist line. He even lifted up his pelvis as I start to tug his boxers down - just an inch or so. (better access to his waist line !) He was really into the music and the motion. Cold chills again and again all depending upon the technique and area that I would hit. I suddenly got up and sat down next to his feet. Turning his head as if to ask why I had ceased. I commented, "Just going to give the full massage. You're hear - might as well." I took hold of one foot and dribbled a little lotion as I started to crack his toes and really massage his feet. One toe after the other, then up to his calves. Taking one leg, in both my hands, I could feel the short little pubescent hairs that were growing on this legs. Rolling motions to the left, right, and up the center my hands were magic. Giggles came back at the knee, however, I didn't let that stop me. Continued on up to his thigh. Little more lotion - little more rolling motions - few more moans as I got higher and higher towards the bottoms of his boxers. I was at the critical point. Normal father - normal life - normality - NOT ! I decided to go for it. Took his ankles and pulled his legs about 2 feet apart. From the vantage point - I could see right up his lose boxers. GOD - I thought I was going to drop a load into my jeans right then and there. I could see he little balls - tight as ever - with just a hint of pubic hair. I WANTED TO LICK HIM ALL OVER ! All in time - I went back to my 'left leg-rub. Lotion - rolling motion - giggles - only this time I didn't stop at the base of his boxers. I continued up to his plump ass cheek. No hair ! Using both hands I tried to cup his ass cheek and slowly (lightly) tickle his butt. INSTANT COLD CHILLS ! Went to the other side and starting at the ankles I worked all the way up again. This time, on the way out I let my left hand stray a little downwards and run across his nut sack. (MOAN !) Had both hands inside his boxers - playing with his ass cheeks and his ass crack. He really let lose with an "Oh GOD" as I again (ever so lightly) played with the base of his nut sack - right at the base of his ass. I was really into this. Could have done this ALL night. Knowing though that this had been thirty minutes and not too sure how much time I had left I suddenly took hold of one foot and the other knee and simply twisted him rolling him onto his back. Within an instant he had been engrossed into the music and the pillow and now he was on his back with his raging little hard-on sticking through his boxers. IT WAS BEATUIFUL ! A thin four and a half inch penis. Like a sculpture sticking up toward the sky - right though his boxers ! He was embarrassed, frightened, and excited all at the same time. He went to adjust himself when I grabbed his hand, sat on his knees (inches below my prize) and started in on his arms with a massage. He looked flabbergasted. Wanting to do something. Both of us seeing his penis pulse with every beat of his heart. Pump - Pump - Pump. Glistening across the head of his penis was just one pure clear drop of pre-cum. ( Yup ! He was on his way !!!! ) Not sure what I would do or say he was flushed across his cheeks. I simply kept at it and didn't give him an option. I went from his left arm, to shoulder, to chest. Grabbing the lotion I spread a little more cold, white creamy, lotion across his hairless chest. Nipples erect standing out at attention. He just looked - deep - into my eyes as I stared back. Eye locked - as I continued swirling motions around his chest, peck's, ribs, and ever so slowly toward his abdomen. He started to say something when I cut him off, "Oh just shut-up - don't say anything - just enjoy this. If I do anything that you don't want - simply tell me. Otherwise - enjoy this !" He got a kind of sheepish grin and closed his eyes. I went back to his belly. (Very ticklish causing series of giggles.) Yet I persevered. I wanted my prize. I wanted him to want me to have it. So I again took two little fingers and lightly, slowly inserted them below the boxer line. Tugging ever so rhythmically I pulled them down - just an inch. It was then I noted another clear glob of pre-cum oozing out - I wanted it - I wanted him ! I just kept at his abdomen. Pushing harder - rhythmically - deep into his belly - below his belly button. Knowing this causes pressure to his prostate. . . he was mine. Locked into an position - his boy-cock sticking out of his boxers for us both to see. Incredibly perfect penis ! Again - getting off his knees and starting up the legs. One at a time - slowly to drive him nuts. I worked my way up his legs. My dick was rock hard. I am sure he could feel my pulsing penis through my jeans. I didn't care. I know this is wrong. I just wanted to taste him . . . My tongue rolling across my lips again and again as I lusted for this perfect penis just inches from my mouth. He even thrust his hips as I went under his boxers to the left side and worked under. Slowly drawing my fingers out his boxers - I let my right hand caress his almost hairless balls. His dick jumped (MOAN) causing yet another drop of pre-cum to ooze out. He opened his eyes and smiled. I then took my left hand - still under his boxers and started to toy with the little bit of pubic hair just above his cock. Playing for a short time I then allowed my nimble fingers to close around the back of his shaft and squeeze. I un-snapped his boxers with my right hand they simply fell away. Exposed was his boyhood. Perfect in shape, color, and smooth texture. Just a little bit of blond hair above his penis and two rock-hard testicles hanging in the air. He had again closed his eyes. I decided to move to the second phase and started with just a little bit of kama sutra oil. (cherry) I could see his nose twitch as he caught scent of the oil. Dribbling down his cock, it slowly ran down the shaft, into his pubic hair, and across his balls. Two fingers per hand were then used to lightly massage the oil. (MOAN) Blowing across the oil - to heat it up - caused him to open his knees and again thrust his hips. I asked, "Are you OK ? Do you want me to stop ?" All I got was a smile and a chuckle - guess not ! Knowing my control at that age, knowing that I didn't want to miss his first orgasm at the hands of another. I decided to not to offer anymore stoking, and foreplay, anything. I simply leaned forward and deep throated him. He came off the floor ! (Don't think he ever expected this. Really - I think he was simply geared up for a hand-job.) His eyes bugged out his head as I slowly pulsed up and down his shaft looking back at him. What a view. Your own son - watching you - as you suck his dick ! What trust - what love. He didn't last long. I twirled my tongue around his piss slit and continued to pulse up and down. Within a minute or so - seemed like hours - he thrust his hips up - tensed - penis going deep into my mouth touching the back of my throat - he let go of his sperm load. Watery, warm, sticky, sperm splashed across the back of my throat. Pulse and after pulse. He convulsed and spasmed as every muscle within his body jerked. Five, six, seven spurts of boy-juice into my hungry mouth. Eyes locked closed. Mouth opening and closing - without control. He simply convulsed as he lost total control of his body. I didn't want to stop. He was still rock-hard. Again shivering as I swallowed. My tongue glancing across his penis head. He claimed in a broken language, " too sens - a- tive ! Got - to stop. P- Please . . ." So I did. Kept him in my mouth as small bits of semen still came forth from his shaft. Blinking rapidly, trying to cum back to reality, he then Looked deep into my eyes . . . his eyes screamed "WOW !" Letting his penis slide out of my still sucking mouth - with a popping suction noise - I kissed his cock head and stated "U da Man !" Told him to go take a shower and get ready for diner. He slowly - weakly - walked out of his room. It was the first time I ever remember him walking through the house nude. He then stopped. Turned back around and smiled stating, "Damn !" Raised one eyebrow and went into the bathroom . . . with a wicked smile. I knew I had him !