Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 21:03:57 +0000 (GMT)
From: baz <bazxl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Acucullophilia - The Beautiful Game

Acucullophilia / The Beautiful Game

I slowly opened the bedroom door.  The first signs of dawn had brought a
diffuse dim light to the room.  My feet felt the soft pile of the carpet
between my toes as I entered and crossed to the bed.  My entry went
un-noticed by the sleeper.  I stood silently over the slumbering figure;
little more than a shapeless mound of bedding that rose and fell with each
breath.

I waited and watched, taking in the scene.  Occasionally the mound would
change position or emit a quiet murmur.  Finally he moved to lie on his
back and then fell immediately into a deep contented sleep.

Slowly, so very slowly, I pulled away the bed linen.  Cautiously sliding
the cotton sheet from the prone figure, a warm, comforting, masculine aroma
caused me to quicken my unveiling.  Eventually the young man was uncovered
and my heart beat quickened as I saw that he was naked, his entire body
open to my gaze.  I feasted my eyes on the beauty of his form, perfect in
every way.  Six feet tall, smooth and hairless, his pale skin covered each
muscle with out blemish.  My fingers brushed lightly over the light brown
nipples and they immediately responded becoming hard.  I wanted to play
with the little nubs but I knew if I pinched them and nipped at them with
my teeth he would wake up for sure.  I tore myself away moving down over
the hard, washboard abs.

My eyes finally settled on the object of my desire.  His cock lay loosely
across his thigh.  heavy and thick even in its flaccid state, the red bell
end bold and contrasting the pale colour of the rest of the surrounding
skin.  His hairless groin made him look younger than his true 18 years.
Between his legs I could just see his large well filled sack; two plum
sized bollocks squeezed gently between his thigh muscles.

I learned forward, my face a few inches above his cock.  I exhaled
directing my hot breath onto him.  I noticed his glans flush darker and
begin to swell.  The shaft started to thicken and lengthen in fits and
starts as the blood pumped in.  Within a minute he was fully hard and
throbbing.  He was 9 inches long and still growing, even my long fingers
too short to meet around the girth.  The glans now dark and purple, the
shaft smooth, dark blue veins standing out on the shaft beneath the
translucent skin.

Despite the poor illumination I could clearly make out the dark line
slightly more than an inch below the broad overhang of his cock head.  The
circumcision scar was bold and separated the delicate pink remains of inner
foreskin from the darker outer shaft skin.  From beneath I could follow
the scar line up the shaft to where it met the fraenulum, left untouched
and intact.  The surgeon had taken the essence of his manhood and made it
perfect.

I dropped to my knees wanting to be close to his cock, I needed to feel it
and most of all to taste it.  Reaching out, my fingers lightly brushed over
the surface of the shaft beginning at the base and slowly working up.  As I
reached the sensitive scar line my stroking became more intense and he
thrust his hips upward in response.

I pulled my hand away quickly fearing he was disturbed and might wake up
and I would be discovered.  He lowered to the bed again and relaxed, still
sleeping soundly.  I replaced my finger tips, restarting my delicate
stimulation.  This time I concentrated on the area where the fraenulum met
the scar line.  Stroking and caressing his perfect cock, it throbbed and I
noticed a pearl of pre-cum appear between the piss lips.  My tongue darted
out and licked it away; I savoured the bitter sweet taste and wanted more.
Opening wide, I took the huge glans into my warm wet mouth.  My lips locked
below the rim trapping him inside.  My tongue immediately began to flick
and lick the cock string pausing occasionally to dip into the piss lips to
extract every drop of pre-cum leaking out.

I felt him swell and tense in my mouth so I released him.  He jerked and
throbbed but he did not shoot.  His magnificent cock glistened with my
saliva and his own pre-cum.  Once again I gripped his shaft, firmly my hand
moved up and down the slippery shaft.  I used his natural lubricant to
slide my hand rapidly up and down the shaft and over the purple helmet.  On
each up stroke I would deeply massage that most sensitive area under his
piss lips causing him to moan, deep in the throws of an erotic dream.

His bull balls rise tight against his body and the already swollen glans
became firm and glossy.  My hand felt the first spasm before I saw the
sperm shoot out of his piss lips.  With out time to close up another jet of
thick white fluid was pumped out a foot or more into the air above him.
Again and again thick creamy jizz rocketed into the air as his whole body
was engulfed with the intensity of the orgasm.  His chest and legs were
showered with droplets of sticky cum.  The aroma of sex was strong and tiny
beads of sweat mixed with the sperm on his chest.

I stood over my son watching his cum run over his pecs; his cock still
rigid.  Looking down at my own thick 8 inches I saw the exact same tightly
circumcised organ as my son.  Not surprising since we had both been cut by
the same doctor on my son's 13th birthday; side by side in the surgery; a
bond forever between father and son.

By now I was dripped pre-cum like a leaky fire hose.  I gripped my cock
tightly and wanked it hard and fast.  My piss lips opened wide and 5 jets
of spunk pumped out.  The first coated his left nipple, three more joining
my son's load on his chest and abs.  The final spurt landed on his prick
and ran down over his balls.  Milking the last few drops of cum from my
cock I allowed them to drip onto his strong thighs.

He slumbered on, content and happy in post orgasmic euphoria.

Post Script Was my son awake? Did he know his father was there and what was
happening was not a dream?  Of course he was awake and knew exactly what
was happening but each day we play out the same game, the same beautiful
game.

The end

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