Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2006 11:38:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Soccer Dad <tc_64_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Surfing Lessons part 3

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


I had a momentary flash of guilt. I thought I heard a
sound outside, but after hushing him, I listened and
all I could hear was the shallow breaths we both were
taking after the workout. He was still at full-mast
while I was starting to deflate. Not like usual, but
definitely not rock-hard still. The stimulation of the
experience was tremendous and I know he enjoyed it
too.

"I'll need to go crash now" I told him

"Yeah, me too in a bit, I need to clean up some more"
he told me.

I told him goodnight and left the bathroom. I stopped
at the foot of the stairs and listened but there were
no sounds from upstairs. Then I policed the den, shut
off the TV, cleaned up some glasses and turned off the
lights.

Going back by the still-shut bathroom door, I heard
the unmistakably familiar sound going on inside. Clark
was undoubtably still turned on by everything and
decided to rub another one out. "Good for him, I
remember those days" I thought to myself, and wishing
I could see inside; watch him when he thought he was
alone. I wasn't so busy earlier that I couldn't see
how enraptured he was while jacking with me.

I stood quietly by the door, listening to the
squishing get into a steady rhythm until he softly
groaned and I heard the splatter of another load
blasted. The boy did have a porno money shot for sure!
I was hard again too, my shorts getting uncomfortably
tight and still just a bit sticky from earlier. It was
almost too much to take but I headed upstairs for bed.


In the morning, I got up at my usual time, put the
coffee on, check the news online and basically
puttered around. Clark was usually about 30 minutes
behind me and I checked the bathroom for any trace of
last night's fireworks. When he finally emerged, he
slapped me on the back and asked how I slept.

"Fine" I told him, "after that brief workout I needed
some zzzz's to recuperate"

"I hope we can repeat sometime" he winked at me and
said. "I enjoyed the hell out of it"

""Enjoyed it so much you had another round by
yourself?" I asked? "You missed a few spots cleaning
up"

Clark grinned sheepishly, "yeah I guess I had a little
more left in me"

I told him we'd get another chance sometime soon since
it looked like him mom was having a rough time,
health-wise, we'd have plenty of time by ourselves.

I went on to work, he to school, but my mind was
racing all day with the memory of how he looked, we
looked, side-by-side in the bathroom mirror. I
probably spent more time with a semi-hard that day
than I had in many years. But it was my son! Maybe not
the fruit of my loins, but still! I wondered how it
was going to happen again, or when.

I managed to make it through the day and called home
to see what was going on. My wife was in the midst of
packing when I called. Her sister had called and she
wanted her to come visit for a few days. Something
about the kids and a school pageant or musical and
costumes and blah, blah, blah. You know how it is. I
asked when she was heading out and she told me right
after I got home. It was about a 4 hour drive and she
wanted to get in before too late.

"I'll come see you off" I told her, "Tonight's a
workout night but I'll blaze out of work right now and
spend some time with you before you hit the road. I
can go to the gym afterwards."

"Just so long as you skip the titty-bars afterwards"
she joked with me. This was sort of a long-standing
joke between us, not that I went to them (that she
knew).

"No worries, I've decided I'm not into tits anymore" I
joked back. So I packed my briefcase and headed out
the door to see her before she left. When I got home,
her SUV was already packed and gassed. We ducked out
in my car to grab a bite from Chick-fil-a and talk
about what she was going to do while she was gone.

"You stay away from those single teachers" I warned
her. "Some of those boys fresh out of college have a
thing for soccer moms"

"Right, like they'd know what to do with me" she
replied.

After about 20 minutes, she checked the time and
announced she need to hit the road before traffic got
too heavy. I took her back to the house and kissed her
goodbye, just as Clark came in from practice. She had
sent him a text message earlier telling him goodbye,
so he knew what was going on.

"What a good son, coming to tell your mommy goodbye"
She cooed at him. He blushed and kissed her before she
closed the door.

He leaned against me as she drove off and I playfully
pushed him down "Get your sweaty soccer ass off me,
boy!"

How got up and made a show of brushing the dust off
himself. "Hey, I'm going back over to Donald's, we're
working on this damn project and he has more room to
spread out. Eric and Brandon are coming over too"

"What class is it for?" I asked.

"Economics" he said. "We are setting up a soccer
league website and have to create ads and games and
game stories and shit"

"Sounds fun; almost like real work or something. Well,
I'm going to hit the gym for a while, work some kinks
out of my back and shoulders" I told him. "Don't be
too late tonight, you were up late last night"

He grinned, "yeah, I  know what you mean"


Gold's Gym was too fucking hot tonight. It smelled
like a gym, only there was an extra funk of Indian
summer and god knows what else. I finished my
shoulder, back, chest and abs routine and hit the
shower. While I was there, I spotted this college kid
that I'd seen before. Today, I caught him glance at me
while I was on the roman chair but I couldn't be sure.
Instantly, I was comparing his body to Clark's. Both
were about the same height, his hair was darker and
curlier. His muscle development was more filled out
than Clark, who was still very lean, although he had
some good beginnings in some muscle groups.

I felt a little stirring down low and instantly turned
the shower to cold. Almost too late and I had to turn
towards the wall to avoid showing this kid some
hardening cock. After finishing the soapdown, I
started to rinse with my head under the shower and
through the streaming water I could see the kid with a
semi-hardon of his own staring over at me.  I had to
shake this image out of my head or else what was
asleep was going to wake up, plus, I wasn't prepared
to make an ass out of myself in a gym I've been a
member of for a few years.

But, damn, he was hot looking!

I retreated to the sauna to relax and soak some heat
in my weary, old muscles. Even though I had one at
home, it felt good to stretch out in this one. Hardly
anyone ever used it so I could just about count on
some alone time. It felt great, smelled better than
the gym and before long, I was dozing (yeah, I know,
not a good thing to do in a sauna). I heard the door
open and sensed, rather than saw, someone come in and
sit opposite me on the other bench tier. Yeah, right,
my shower buddy. This was going to be rough.

He lay on his back on the top tier and draped his
towel over his groin. I don't think he even dried off
from the shower as he was still soaking wet and before
long, I could see some steam rising as the shower
water evaporated off him. His hair was in wet ringlets
and dripped onto the teak with a little sizzle every
time. I kept glancing over, peeking out of my left eye
as I lay on my stomach, which was a good thing, since
I was fully hard by now. I shifted my hips around to
give my cock some room and the towel slipped off me,
headed to the floor.

"Fuck" I whispered and reached for the towel, and when
I did, I noticed his towel was starting to poke
skyward. I retrieved my towel and flipped it back over
my ass and shifted again to find a slot in the teak
deck for my already, uncomfortably squished cock. At
this point, I was stuck until it subsided or he left,
and he wasn't showing any signs of doing that.

"damn this heat feels good to me" I heard him say "I
love this room when I've had a bad day"

"yeah, I know what you mean, but I've never seen you
around here this time of day" I said back.

"I finished my last final this afternoon, and I
thought I was going out with some friends. I usually
come here either first thing or last thing" he
continued.

This conversation wasn't helping me. I'd heard a story
a while back about some college kid who would hit on
some of the older gym members. Some of the guys were
calling him a "rent boy" but there was no proof he was
doing anything for money. Could this be him?

He was silent while I was musing. I glanced again and
could see the head of his cock under the end of his
towel, which appeared to be a little further up from
where it was before. I groaned inwardly and shifted
again, trying to block out the sight of this gorgeous
stud and my overwhelming urge to sit up and show him
just what state I was in. I heard him moving around
and assumed he was shifting like me or moving to cover
himself better.

Suddenly, I felt him sit below me and then stretched
out like he was on the other side. We were head to
foot, but me on the upper level, him on the lower and
me with my cock jammed between the boards on this
bench.

"Is this your normal time here?" he asked me, just
like a natural continuation of our conversation. "It
seems a little dead in this part of the gym, I'm used
to more guys in here, I almost never get to stretch
out like this"

As he said that, I glanced at his towel and saw the
exposed head of his hard cock sticking out of the top
part of the towel. The head was red and oozing just a
bit of precum back onto the "happy trail" leading to
his belly button. I squeezed my eyes shut and lightly
shook my head.

"yeah" I answered through clenched teeth "this is
about par for the course this time of day"

Suddenly, like an electric shock, I could feel fingers
caressing my cock, wedged below me in the sauna bench.
It felt magical, exciting, scary, sensual and
thrilling all at once. I raised my head to look back
at him and saw him wink.

"I couldn't resist" he said with a grin "you look like
you needed some attention"

I couldn't believe what was happening. Less than a day
after I had jacked off with my son in the bathroom,
this stud was stroking me in the sauna of my gym! And
I wanted it! And I wanted to stroke him too, I wanted
him to blow me and I wanted to blow him . . . . . . .
what the hell was I thinking? Someone could walk in at
any minute and we'd have our pictures on the news for
sure! But the simple fact of the matter was, I wanted
this to happen, and I knew damn well that no one would
come in. Not in 5 years had I ever had someone else in
the sauna with me at this time of day. This was
perfect!

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Perfect, yes! Perfectly hot, yes!

"let's get a little more comfortable" I head him say
"can you get up from there?"

"I just hope I'm not wedged in too far" I joked. And
with that, I raised up and popped out of the gap.

"Not a problem, but I would have had to use some
saliva as lubricant if needed" he said smugly and
resumed his gentle stroking. He spun around on the
bench, letting his legs dangle underneath while he
positioned himself between my legs and started rubbing
with both hands, his left alternating by caressing my
balls and then my shaft. I leaned back and moaned,
enjoying the sensations of what he was doing.

"I'm Bryson, by the way" he said. I muttered my name
to him but was so caught up in the sensations I have
no idea if I actually said it or just thought it.
"Enough of the intros" I heard him say "I've got
something I need to do" and with that, he leaned
forward and pulled my hips toward him and swallowed my
cock all at once.

"Holy fuck" I said and looked down at this beautiful
cock sucking boy who was expertly taking me down to my
pubes like he was born to it.  It must have been
minutes, or could have been hours, I don't know. It
was heaven. Yeah, I've been blown by guys before but
this kid was en fuego. It wasn't long before I knew
what was coming and I could tell by him slowing down
that he knew it too.

"I'm not long" I whispered. I saw him look up and me
and wink and then focused back on what he was doing.
His pace slowed a little more until I felt the
swelling, my balls tightened up and he pulled off till
just the head of my cock was between his lips and the
flood began. He let the first two jets coat his tongue
and then dived onto the cock again, sucking greedily,
pulling every drop of cum out of it, not wasting a
drop.

I could feel my cock pulsing and twitching as he
pulled off finally. He had one hand in his own lap and
was tugging on his cock.

"Sit up next to me" I told him. "Let me help you out"
He sat next to me on the top bench and I reached into
his lap and started a slow stroke on his drooling
cock, using his precum and my saliva to glide across
the shaft. He closed his eyes and leaned back as I
took care of him, hips gently moving in rhythm with my
stroking. The dry sauna environment meant I needed
more saliva so I leaned over and dribbled some on his
cock as I stroked. I looked down and decided "what the
hell" and leaned over to take the head of his cock
into my mouth.

"Mmmmm" he moaned as I slowly moved up and down on his
shaft. His cock was not as thick as mine, but
certainly as long, if not longer. The neatly flared
head fit perfectly in my mouth and It felt natural to
be leaning over and giving him head in return for his
marvelous demonstration of oral talents. While it was
a bit darker in color, the shape looked just like
Clark's and as I was swallowing more and more of it
each time I bobbed lower, I wondered if this was how
Clark's would be.

I didn't have time to speculate any longer as he
tapped my head and whispered "I'm about to cum". I
gave him the "thumbs up" sign and kept sucking. In
seconds I could feel the shaft pulse and spurts of
warm, slightly salty-sweet liquid coursed into my
mouth and throat. I was a bit shocked and the
intensity of the pulses and let some leak out of my
mouth and onto his balls and thigh. I made sure he was
finished shooting before I pulled off but I kept
stroking, out of habit, I guess. To my shock, he
pulsed one more time and a jet of cum shot over his
chest, landing on his chin. He reached out and scooped
it up into his mouth, remarking "tastes NOT like
chicken".

I laughed at that and then leaned back, releasing his
cock and off-handedly rubbing mine. I could still
taste his cum and he was right, definitely not like
chicken. He leaned over and gave my hand and cock a
little caress and looked up at me.

"I may have to come back thins time of day again"

"Hell" I replied  "I may have to change my hours to
late night."

We both sat there for a little bit, towels wrapped
back around us and on opposite sides of the sauna.
Finally, I got up to leave, suddenly remembering that
Clark might be home in a while and I had no clue what
to do about dinner.

"I'll see you around" I told Bryson.

"Yeah, enjoyed the cock, dad" he joked with me, but I
got a slight chill from it. He reminded me a bit of
Clark, and the similarities were so striking that it
was almost like I had just traded blowjobs with my son
in the sauna . . . . . . .