Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2007 06:29:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Soccer Dad <tc_64_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Surfing lessons 6

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

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I grabbed some Chick-fil-a on the way home, figuring
that Clark hadn't eaten anything over at Donald's.
Pulling up to the house, I could see his Altima in the
driveway, still snapping and popping from the drive,
so I knew he hadn't been in long. I could hear the
shower running as I came in, so I stuck the food in
the microwave and for some, unexplained reason,
decided to stay quiet and hidden in the laundry room
until the shower stopped. I was curious about what he
would do, knowing I wasn't home. Would I catch him
online again? Where would he surf to? I shivered a bit
at the thought of watching him play with himself,
unaware of my presence.

I heard him come down the stairs and ease himself into
the chair in the study. I moved into the living room
and through one of the mirrors on the wall, I could
see he had XTube pulled up and was looking through the
videos for one particular contributor. I could see him
hunch down in the chair and his left hand moved to the
crotch of his shorts while the right clicked the mouse
through the videos. I couldn't see much of them but
from what I could tell, there was a fairly hot looking
jock and sometimes a buddy, both with masks or
sunglasses on at all times, going through some
extremely wild scenarios.

Despite the action earlier in the evening, I could
feel a stirring, partly from my position as a voyeur,
but partly from the action, even viewing it through a
mirror from 20 feet away. I needed to find a way back
outside or it would be obvious I was spying on him, so
I eased back into the kitchen and silently opened the
door to the garage and started the door-opener. With
that, I made my entrance, grabbed the food from the
microwave and called out.

"You hungry Clark?"

I heard rustling in the study and he called back,
"Starving like you wouldn't believe; what gourmet meal
have you prepared for me?"

"Only the best offered by Chez Chickfilly!"

"Great, I hope you got me two meals, I could just
about eat a horse!"

My mind raced with innuendo; things I could say but I
chose not to. I wondered what else he could eat.

"How's the project coming? Did you get anything
accomplished at Donald's?"

"Yeah, we got a lot done, really worked hard on it
tonight!" Clark answered, but in the back of his mind
there was another kind of hard that he was thinking
about.

We both settled into the living room and turned on
FSC, a replay of an Argentinean league game was on and
made for great background noise as we talked and ate.
I glanced over once or twice when Clark got silent and
caught him staring at the game, or more particularly
at one player who could have been his twin; hair about
the same color, body size and shape the same, after
the player scored, he stripped off his shirt and ran
around the stadium and even the wispy "treasure trail"
from his navel looked the same.

My mind swirled with thoughts.

"How long had you been home before I got here?" I
asked

"Just long enough to catch a shower and check some
email, I had to drop Eric off at his house."

"How is Eric doing? I haven't seen him in a while. Is
his ankle still giving him fits?"

"He's good, great, I mean he's doing good, going
full-speed again." Clark answered. Just thinking about
his friend was causing a slight rise in his groin. He
shifted a little in the recliner. "Dad, those guys are
like the best friends I have in the world, were you
ever that close to anyone when you were young?

I had no idea how close he meant. "Clark, I never had
a group of really close friends like that, I really
envy that you have that." "What's going on?" Something
about his tone made me wonder where he was going with
this.

"Can I tell you something that happened tonight? Don't
judge me or anything, it just happened"

I sat up in my chair, now this was going somewhere!

"Clark, you have to know by now that you can tell me
anything. Did something go on at Donald's you want to
talk about?"

And with that, Clark launched into the whole story. My
mind pictured his friends, doing the things he was
telling me about. I wished I could have seen, watched
. . . . . participated.

He told me about the ride home with Eric and the
stopover in the woods. So my son's best friend gave
him a world-class blowjob, in the car, while he jacked
him off? Unbelievable! Well, I guess we both had
interesting evenings. I wondered if I should share
with him about my encounter at the gym?

"What about you, Dad? How was your workout?"

Oh shit, I wonder if he suspects the same thing? Or
maybe this was just an innocent question.

"Great workout, definitely got some kinks worked out
and the sauna afterwards hit the spot! And the spot
happened to be the back of this stud's throat." I let
slip out.

Clark's eyes widened, yeah, I got his attention with
that. I told him the whole thing, with the exception
of Bryson's uncanny resemblance to him and how I was
thinking about him the whole time.

Just then, the cell phone rang; it was my wife calling
to say she was there, safe and ready to crash, asking
how Clark and I were doing and letting me know it
might be several days before she came back. I talked
to her a bit and then let Clark talk and while he was
wrapping up with her, I went into the study and
checked my email, and also what he had been looking at
online. I was right, it was XTube and the videos were
from DP. I may need to check these out later . . . . .
. .

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"Dad, I'm going up to finish my Calculus and then
crash, I'm sorta worn out" I head Clark say from the
hall. I got up and went out to him, told him good
night and ducked into the kitchen to grab a beer
before going back to the game.

My mind kept racing back to DP. Then it hit me.

Donald!

Holy fuck! Clark's friends are making online porn!
Screw the game, I'm going to go watch them!

Now that I'd made the mental connection, it was
perfectly clear. I left the TV on in the den and went
into the study, eased the door shut, but not all the
way and plopped into the leather desk chair and pulled
up XTube. There it was, DP and his amazing collection
of videos!
I've seen the boys in various states of dress and
undress, including the skinny-dipping at the
end-of-season party last year in the middle of the
night. There was no doubt it was Donald, and I had to
believe the other was Brandon. I knew what I was doing
for the next few hours.

I clicked through the history of videos uploaded. I
noticed that several of them had been pay-per-view
live events. That was quite ingenious of the boys,
although a bit corny with the masks, sunglasses and
disguises. However, they were still in high school and
I'm sure there's some laws involved that would
necessitate discretion.

I couldn't help it, the videos were getting me hot.
Knowing who they were made it that much hotter. Donald
had the lean body I'd always wished for and a truly
incredible cock. His buddy Brandon was hot in his own
right, and certainly lucky to be a partner in these
videos. Before I knew it, the scenes had me so worked
up that my cock was at full attention and out of my
khaki shorts.

I saw the newest video, "Teen Jock Self Suck" and that
it had been a live event earlier. Didn't Clark just
come from there? Did they make this while he was there
or after? These guys were a bunch of horn-dogs and I
was no better, sitting in my study, jerking on my
cock, not hours after an extremely hot encounter of my
own.

On the screen, Donald was taking most of his cock into
his mouth. I marveled at his flexibility, not to
mention his enthusiasm. I couldn't help it, I wanted
to suck that cock too.

"Pretty fucking hot, huh Dad?" I heard over my right
shoulder.

I looked up in shock and saw Clark's grin as he
watched the video and then me stroking myself. I was a
bit embarrassed but so fucking turned on by it all
that I kept going.

"Did you know this was your friends?" I asked.

"Yeah, I figured it out tonight, especially aft the
little scene at Donald's place"

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Who knows, I may call him on it, maybe make one
myself" Clark grinned. "Right now, I've got another
idea!"

And with that, he moved around in front of my chair,
knelt down and took over stroking my cock.

"I thought you said you got off tonight, dad"

"I did, but this is just a bit stimulating to me" I
meant the video, but the feel of my son's hands on my
cock was also stimulating. I watched him focusing on
it, one hand cupping and caressing my balls while the
other kept up a steady rhythm, on the shaft.

I eased back in the chair, giving him unrestricted
access to my groin, enjoying the feeling of it, and
closed my eyes. Suddenly, the touch of his hand was
replaced by the warm, wet sensation of his lips and
tongue, engulfing the head of my cock, the tongue
flicking at the hole, over the mushroom-shaped head,
swirling around in a wonderful burst of warm energy.
My son was sucking my cock!

I opened my eyes and saw him working the rod, eyes
focused on the task. He would pause, close his own
eyes and then start again. Then he looked at me, his
hazel eyes asking if he was doing alright.
"It feels incredible, Clark, don't stop" I told him.
What the fuck was I saying? This was no gym hottie who
looked like him, this was the real deal. My flesh and
blood! Fuck it, my flesh and blood was doing a real
number on my cock, moving down to the shaft, saliva
glistening along the whole length as he gave me a
tongue bath.

Clark moved back to the top of my cock and began a
slow rhythm of bobbing his head down the shaft, taking
more and more of me every time. I felt him gag once or
twice, but he kept going until he swallowed the entire
length. While he had me engulfed, he was moving his
tongue side to side and I could feel him making
swallowing movements with his throat, which caused a
shiver in me at the incredible sensation.

Time flew as he continued to work me over. I had no
idea if this was his first, but he was damn good at
it!

Clark paused a minute. "Dad, I could keep this up all
night, can you?"

"Who knows but you're doing a first-class job, do you
have much experience?"

"This is my first time giving, I've gotten a bunch,
seen a lot of porn, but I'm glad my first one is you"
Clark answered.

I nodded in agreement as he resumed his task with
gusto. He was doing things to my cock that almost made
me blush because it was my son, not some gym-bunny
trick.

"Keep it up and I'm gonna cum, son" I grunted. He
looked up at me, mouth full of cock and shrugged his
shoulders and kept on sucking. I could feel it
building.

The room was silent, except for the low moans and
slurping coming from Clark and the muted sounds of the
TV in the other room; "Dream Team" was on now and the
English accents of the actor/players was something I'd
always found to be sexy.

I could feel a warm sensation washing over my body. I
knew I was close, I wanted him to finish me off, but I
wanted to watch him do it. Just like Bryson earlier, I
wanted to see my cum go into his mouth.

"Just the head, Clark, just work the head with your
mouth. You can stroke the shaft with your hand, but
just use your mouth on the head. I'm close to
cumming." He obediently complied, hand twisting and
stroking, up and down while his lips and tongue
continued to work the flared head, now blazing red
from the activity and stimulation. My cock felt huge,
more engorged than ever and I could feel the rise, the
tightening of my balls, the fire from within that was
heading up and out.

I grabbed my cock with my right hand and the back of
his head with my left and held my cock just at his
mouth, he dropped his hands and let me dictate the
action, extending his tongue out and under my pulsing
cock, lips open wide.

The first salvo never touched his lips or tongue,
shooting straight to the back of his throat. I felt
him jerk a bit, but held him in place for the next
shot. When it came, it coated his tongue and
splattered his upper lip. With that, I gently pushed
the back of his head; he got the hint and reached up
to push my hand away, grabbed my cock and dived down,
as my third and fourth spurts filled his mouth.

The vacuum of his mouth and greedy throat was pulling
all the seed out of me, I could feel a last jet of cum
escape as he continued the up and down movement. I saw
him pause, and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed
the entire load. He smiled and pulled off my twitching
cock, letting it flop back against me while he leaned
back.

"That was incredible" I muttered to him. After the
gym, I was shocked at my physical response, but I knew
it was more than that.  My son, giving his first
blowjob, to me, after getting one from his best friend
after being involved in a jerk-fest with two others,
while I was hooking up with a gym stud, well, this was
a helluva evening.

"That was awesome, dad!" Clark said as he stood up. I
could see his cock in his shorts, the wet spots near
the top. I knew this had turned him on too. "I'm
crashing, we can continue this another time, if you
want"

Did I want?

Hell yes, I wanted!

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked him and
squeezed the outline of his cock through his shorts.

"Honestly, dad, I think I'm a dozen strokes from
firing off, I can take care of it myself upstairs"

"That would be a waste, Clark" I said as I yanked the
Adidas shorts down. "My turn"

And with that, I opened my mouth and took him tip to
root in a single gulp. I could taste the precum on the
head, the soap smell from his shower, a slight musk
from his arousal while blowing me and I could feel him
twitching already as I took him deep the first time. I
didn't waste any time, quickly bobbing up and down and
true to his word, on the twelfth time down, I felt the
jets of his teen cum pounding the back of my throat
and I swallowed him to the base, two, three and four
strong bursts of cum were oozing down my gullet and he
let out a yelp.

"FUCK!"

When he was through shooting, I released his cock from
my mouth, still in my chair and leaned back. I could
see his body shudder and a last volley of spooge
jetted out and hit me on the chest.

"Sorry about that, Dad"

"No problem" I said and took my finger and wiped it
off my chest. Clark grabbed my hand and sucked his own
cum from my fingertips.

"You know, we taste a lot alike"

"Must be genetics" I said.

"Well, goodnight, dad, this was awesome!", and with
that, he pulled his shorts back up and left the room.
I could hear him bounding upstairs and the door to his
room closed. I remained in my chair, exhausted,
flabbergasted, and still turned on.


If you have any comments, please feel free to send
them to me at tc_64_99@yahoo.com and yes, there will
be more of this story.