Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2006 04:12:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Soccer Dad <tc_64_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Surfing Lessons, part 2

The following is a work of fiction. Certain places and
events are actual, but the names and relationships are
all a work of imagination.



The next night, I had my chance to find out. Came in
from work and was wiped out. There was something
resembling dinner in the microwave and my wife was
complaining about something hurting, so I picked out
something strong for her and tucked her into bed. I
had some work to do and Clark wasn't home yet, so I
moved into the office with a warmed plate of food and
an Abita. I was still working on the spreadsheet when
Clark came in from soccer practice.

"Have you eaten yet?" I called to him.
"Yeah, I grabbed some Taco Bell after practice and ate
it over at Donald's" he replied. Taco Bell? I looked
at my plate of food and imagined a burrito supreme and
chicken quesadilla with my beer. My stomach turned and
I dumped the remains in the trash while I heard the
shower running. I finished the spreadsheet and started
surfing, checking my Yahoo fantasy teams, some email,
who was on Manhunt, went back to ESPN.com and was
reading about what was going on in the EPL when he
came into the room and leaned over my chair.

"Whatcha looking at?" he asked "Better not be some
fat, old women"

"Nahh, if I wanted that, I'd turn the lights ON in the
bedroom" I laughed. He snickered and plopped on the
couch in the office.

"Dad, can we look at some more stuff tonight? I know
mom's passed out, she'll never hear anything."

"Sure, grab a stool and let me drive tonight" I told
him. He did and sat next to me. I glanced sideways and
noticed he was in a pair of running shorts and a
t-shirt. I wondered how that was going to hide
anything if he got aroused. "What do you want to see
tonight?" I asked him.

"More sucking pictures" he said, "maybe some videos if
we can find some"

"Ever heard of XTube?" I asked him.

"You mean YouTube?" he said. "No, XTube, it's like
YouTube only it shows stuff you can't see on YouTube"
I told him. Then I clicked on a link marked "Work
stuff" in my favorites. It took me right to XTube and
I signed in with my account password.

"OK, sucking, but do you want to see straight, bi or
gay?" I said.

"Straight, dad, I want to see some chicks sucking some
dicks" he insisted. So I did a search, pulled up some
popular and recent videos and we watched them all. Out
of the corner of my eye, I saw the bulge in his
shorts. I could swear I saw his cock head peeking out
once, but he shifted and it was gone.

"How about jacking off videos, solo stuff, hand jobs
and all, think they have some of those?" he asked.

"Thousands, I'm sure. What else?" I replied.

"What about self-sucking?" he grinned as he asks.

"Lucky motherfuckers" I mumbled and did a search. Sure
enough, 135 different self-sucking videos from 30
seconds long to over 5 minutes.

"Damn, that's cool as hell" he said as we watched. "Do
you think he'll swallow his own cum?"

"Some do, but a lot of people like to see a guy cum on
video, so you know he did; it's an old porno term,
money shot" I told him.

I glanced over at him as he was watching the video
that was playing. There was a young guy, maybe early
20's who was getting about 3 inches of his own cock in
his mouth with ease. He started upside-down and then
switched to leaning over while sitting. The longer it
went on, the more he was getting in until he was damn
near deep-throating himself. This was fucking hot to
me and I was tenting my khaki shorts so I hunched over
a bit to disguise it. However, Clark was oblivious to
the fact that his running shorts were straining from
his raging hardon and he stared at the guy in the
video finally pulled off his cock to let it spray onto
his chest and his chin. Then he used his fingers to
gather it up and the screen faded to black as his hand
was moving towards his mouth.

I need to jack off in the worst way possible, but I
couldn't leave the moment. I could see a wet spot on
his shorts and could feel one inside mine. I knew he
needed to as well. I decide to be bold and make the
first move.

"If I don't jack off, I think my balls will explode" I
muttered, loud enough that I knew he could hear. I
shifted in my chair and started rubbing my cock
through my shorts, making the outline of it obvious to
anyone looking. I saw him stare at me with his eyes
wide but his own hand did the same thing on his
shorts.

"I know what you mean, Dad, it's only been since this
morning for me" he said. Hell, I knew he jacked off
last night too from the sounds of it, so he's ending
and beginning his days with jacking off; good boy!

"Well, if you don't mind, I need to go take care of
this in the bathroom" I told him, patting my
cock-filled shorts and giving it a squeeze. "You may
need to go do the same thing yourself."

I got up from my chair and moved to the bathroom just
across from the office. More of a powder room, but it
has a long vanity and is fairly spacious for the
purpose it serves. I knew there was some hand cream in
there, vanilla flavored, I think, and planned on a
quick finish for my raging hardon. As I went to close
the door, I saw him in the office doorway with his
hand on the front of his shorts, stroking back and
forth.

I looked at him, "Wanna watch while I finish it off?"
He nodded soundlessly and followed me into the room.
"You don't have to do anything, just pretend it's one
of the videos on XTube" I told him. Then I pulled the
bottle of hand cream near me, and pumped a few squirts
into my right hand while my left hand opened the front
of my khakis and slipped them and my boxer-briefs down
to release my cock. Then I started a slow, twisting
motion as I lubed my cock with the vanilla-flavored
cream.

I could see his eyes widen as I released it and began
to stroke. Meanwhile, his own hand continued to work
himself over from outside his shorts.

"Damn Dad, how big are you?" he asked me. I looked at
him and said "Well, the last time I even bothered to
measure, I was 7 x 6. Have you ever measured yours
before?"

"Yeah, but I don't think I did it right, it said I was
8 inches long." Clark said. I gulped quietly and
thought to myself, "Boy with a man-cock, might be
fun!"

"Well, show me what you have and let's see if we can't
get a reading on it." I told him. I knew my wife kept
a sewing tape in the cabinet in this bathroom, so I
rummaged until I found it. ""It doesn't count if you
measure from your asshole" I joked with him. I turned
around and my jaw damn near hit the floor. Coming out
of his shorts was a perfect 8" cock (who needs to
measure) that was perfectly straight with a thin
shaft, flared head and was leaking precum like a
firehose.

I wiped the excess cream from my cock to show him how
I measured my own, showing the 7' length from the top
of my curved and left-leaning cock, then wrapped the
tape around to measure the girth for him, an easy 6"
around. I handed the tape to him and he started to
measure the length but kept coming up a bit short of
the 8" he had claimed earlier. Finally, I held the
tape roll for him while he buried it in his pubes and
we measure 7-7/8" to the tip of his piss-slit. Then,
he wrapped it around his cock and measured a fraction
past 5" for his girth.

"Not bad" I told him, "A very respectable and well
above average cock there, son!" Meanwhile, my fingers
were burning where I had touched him while helping to
measure. I grabbed the cream again and went back to
work on my cock, slowly covering the entire thing with
the vanilla lotion. He grabbed the jar and did the
same and very soon, both of us were quietly stroking
almost in unison.

I could see him watching me, imitating my hand motions
as we stroked. This was so hot, watching my son stroke
while he watched me do the same. I wondered if he and
his friends were doing the same thing together, or his
teammates . . . . . .

Eventually, I could feel the stirrings boiling up from
my balls. I moved around so I was facing the mirror
and the vanity, watching my reflection and Clark's in
the mirror and we both pounded away at our cocks.
I arched up on my toes and I felt it release and
groaned as I shot ropes of thick, white cum onto the
top of the counter. I saw Clark watching every pulse
as he continued stroking and then gave a quick shudder
and suddenly he lurched forward as streams of milky
juice pulsed out of his cock, spraying the counter and
mirror with shotgun velocity. I had to say, I was
impressed by the distance, but his cum was the thin,
watery cum of youth, not yet matured into the liquid I
had dispensed.

We both sagged against the wall and I watched his
still-hard cock dripping onto the floor. "You'd better
clean that up" I told him, rolling some toilet paper
off the roll. I swabbed off my cock and tucked it back
inside my shorts while I grabbed some bathroom wipes
and wiped my cum off the counter. I could hear it drop
in the toilet as I dumped the wipe in there, I waited
to flush until he had cleaned himself and his spray
off the counter and the mirror. He dumped his wipes in
there and we both watched as they swirled down and
away, all evidence of what had just happened, gone.


Again, this is a work of fiction, more to come. If you
liked it, let me know at tc_64_99@yahoo.com