Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2011 17:16:36 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mr. D <dionyssos00@yahoo.no>
Subject: What was I thinking, part eleven

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What was I thinking, part eleven


Once the car was parked John jumped out. He seemed exited and I took it as
a good sign. I thought he would be tired from the trip, but he showed no
sign of that at all. We got his back pack and went up to our apartment. The
first thing John did was to get rid of his clothes. His dick was hard and I
thought I could see some pre-cum on the tip of it. He came up to me and
gave me another of those big hugs.

"I missed you Dad"

"I missed you too John"

I could not help but to let my hands wander over his body. I felt his back
and squeezed his buttocks gently. I heard him moan into my ear and his grip
tightened around me. My own cock was now hard and it struggled to get free
of my pants. I straightened up to unzip my pants. I just wanted to be naked
with my son in my arms. John helped me so as I pulled off my T-shirt he
undid my pants. He took a good grip on both sides of my hips and pulled
pants and boxers down in one go. Then he bent down to help me step out of
it all. Finally I was naked and I picked up my son in my arms. He threw his
arms around my neck and I carried him along to the sofa. When I sat down he
kept his grip around my neck and ended up sitting sideways on my lap. My
cock was pressed between his thighs and my stomach and was leaking pre-cum
like crazy. John's dick was leaking too and I wanted to taste it.

"You know you drive me crazy John. What could have made you this horny?"

"You disapprove?"

"By no means! I have wanted to be close and naked with you all day. I'm
just curious"

"I will tell you but right now I just want to suck your big hard cock Dad"

With that John slipped off my lap and between my legs. He began licking my
pre-cum and teasing the slit at the top with his tongue. When his lips
closed around the head I was gone. I could not stop him and I didn't want
to either. I watched as my son began working my cock into his mouth. I felt
how my cock hit the back of his throat. John gagged a little, but seemed
determined to get all of my 8.5 inches down. I almost came just by feeling
his breath against my pubic hair. He was working hard to please me and I
did feel pleased. His head was moving quickly up and down my hard shaft and
I felt my balls begin to tingle. John seemed to notice and worked my cock
out of his mouth.

"You like it Dad?"

"You are doing a wonderful job John. I thought I was dreaming when you took
it all down"

"It would be easier if it was a little bent. You are as straight as an
arrow Dad!"

The comment triggered some kind of bell in the back of my mind, but right
now I didn't care much for talking. All I wanted was to have John's dick in
my mouth again.

"Stand up son I want to taste you now"

He did stand and I got to close my lips around his dick once more. It was
not big enough to make me gag, but it was a mouthful. With my right hand I
began tickling his hairless balls. He moaned softly under my treatment and
began moving his hips. I loved having my son fucking my face like that and
began using my tongue to stimulate him some more.

"I'm going to shoot Dad!"

That was what I was waiting for. His young and sweet tasting cum began to
fill my mouth. I rolled my tongue in it before I swallowed. There was
plenty more now than it had been just a few days ago. The more, the
better. I made sure to get every drop before I let him slip out my
mouth. John climbed back onto my lap. He placed his legs outside of mine
and kissed me on the mouth. I willingly parted my lips and let him taste
his own cum. He liked it very much and reached his hand down and began
stoking me.

His legs were spread and when he reached back and down my cock was actually
pressing against his sweet ass. I wanted so bad to shoot my hips up and
penetrate him, but I had no time to react. The combination of his hand
working my cock and being pressed against his opening made me cum in
seconds. It felt like I shot out a gallon and it splashed his butt and
balls. He began rubbing his butt against my cock and with slippery cum all
over it was hard for me not to push him down.

John slipped, or rather slid off, my lap. He began licking the rest of my
jizz off every part of me. He was like a vacuum cleaner and got every drop
he could reach.

"Oh John... That was amazing! I'm sorry I could not keep that up for very
long"

He looked up at me and flashed me a million dollar smile.

"Don't be sorry Dad I loved it. Feeling your hard cock against my ass was
so nice. Your cum was so warm as it splashed all over me"

"It looks like I have to carry you to the shower again. What a mess we
made!"

John giggled and reached up for my neck again. I got up from the sofa and
scooped him up in the same movement. He was literally dripping with cum and
I couldn't keep it from leaving a trail from the living room to the
bathroom.

After the shower I felt more at ease. The tension had diminished and John
had wound down too. I put on my robe and John went to his room to put on a
pair of his new boxers.

"Are you hungry John? I think we have some of that pizza left over"

"That sounds good I do feel hungry"

John settled in the sofa while I heated the leftovers. It wasn't much but
would keep us going till it was time for dinner. We ate in silence. I knew
John had a lot to tell me about his hiking trip and figured he would start
talking when he had figured out how to say it. He seemed to be worried
about how I would react, but I was anticipating my cock to go all hard
again.

John started off by telling me about the camp and the first dip in the
lake. He told me how he had used the fake magazine as an excuse to rim
Dave's ass. He had even used a finger on him. I was listening without
interrupting and noticed that there were some holes in his story. I could
not put my finger on it, but knew he was holding back information.

"So you three had a really good time the first day. It is beginning to have
its effect on your dad"

John looked down and saw how my cock had begun to harden while he told his
story. He smiled and showed me that he was all hard again. My God I missed
those days and I found myself wishing I was ten years younger.

"Here comes the part that I don't know how to tell you"

"Why is it so hard? Are you afraid I might get angry?"

"Not angry, but I think you might be a little upset. Before I say another
word you must promise me not interrupt"

"That could be a hard promise to keep, but I promise I will do my best OK?"

"I guess so"

John cleared his throat. If it was because he was nervous or horny I could
not tell. Then he began to tell me what he had discovered about, and done
to, Dave's father. My jaw dropped when he explained how he had found out
about Dave's dad watching them. He kept talking and by the time he was done
I was so horny I didn't know what to say. I guess I should have been angry
at Dave's father for molesting my son, but from how he said things my son
had molested him and loved doing it. After my talk with Stanly this was a
surprise, but not upsetting at all.

"Say something Dad!"

"I don't know what to say John. I should be upset, but all I feel is my
pulse pounding through my cock"

"Really? It turns you on that I fucked Dave's dad and then sucked his cock
till he came?"

"Yes! Just look at my cock!"

John looked down again and another huge grin spread across his young face.

"That is not all that happened though"

"You have more to tell? This has to be good! Keep talking"

John went on to tell me how he had been inspired by fucking Dave's dad and
used it to fuck Dave by the lake in the morning. He told me he knew Dave's
dad was watching and how that had made him almost crazy. It was nothing
next to what I was feeling at the moment. My son was turning into a little
slut running around fucking his best friend AND his dad. A month ago I
would have ran over to the Davidson's with a baseball bat! Now I found it
exiting to the extreme.

So did John and it was showing. His face changed from his normal rather
innocent look to a way too horny teenager. He was almost drooling while
telling the story. Suddenly he looked straight at me and asked;

"What does it feel like dad?"

"What do you mean John?"

"What does it feel like getting fucked? I know how it feels to do it now,
but not the other way around..."

"It can hurt some in the beginning, but I think it is great. Some times it
can be better than fucking too"

John looked down at my hard-on and then back up at me. His eyes were watery
and his speech was blurry.

"I want you to fuck me Dad"

"Hold on John I'm too big for you. It will only hurt you and I don't want
to do that"

Even as I said the words I felt how much I wanted just that to
happen. There were ways to make it happen and I was more than ready. My
mind began an internal fight arguing back and forth. When I looked at John
again he met my gaze and pleaded;

"Please Dad... I want you to be the first one..."

His blue eyes penetrated into my soul. I was so horny now I had no
willpower to resist his plea.

"We can try son, but I need to prepare you first"

I stood up and took my son by the hand. He followed me willingly to my bed
room.

************

Back at the Davidson's Dave had run up to his room and collapsed on his
bed. He was full of strange feelings and his mind was spinning. The events
that took place by the lake that weekend were on replay in his mind. He had
always been the one to most eager to suck his friends and they had never
been reluctant to let him. When Steve had freaked out he had been
afraid. So afraid he could not make a sound or move a muscle. Steve had
called them `gay'. Dave knew what a gay man was, but had never really
thought much about his own sexuality. He knew he had developed a healthy
apatite for his two friend's cocks. When John had licked his behind the
feeling was so good he had lost track of everything else around him. All he
felt was John's tongue and Steve's cock. Now he was left with an unanswered
question; was he gay?

Back down stairs Mr Davidson was telling his wife good-bye. She had planned
a week together with her sister. Mr Davidson did not mind. Their
relationship had not been very close lately and he was looking forward to
spending some time with his son Dave. When he closed the door he let out a
sigh of relief. He could not help but to think back to what he had said and
done this weekend. He had invited his son's two best friends along in hope
to catch them fooling around. He had not been disappointed. What he had not
been planning was to get caught! John was the kid closest to his son and he
had discovered the T-shirt drenched in his cum. Since he was a smart kid he
had also put two and two together and found him out. To Mr Davidson's
delight this had not made John run to his friends and tell it all. John had
actually wanted to be close to him and together they had made the
arrangement. After the boys went to the lake the next morning, the first
thought he had was `WHAT WAS I THINKING!'

Now he was in doubt and knew he had essentially committed a crime. Whether
John had wanted it or not he was the adult and should have stopped it. But
he had not stopped and ended up feeding his cock to John. Now he was alone
with his son and had no ides how to relate to what had happened.

"Hey Dad did mom leave already?"

"Yes Dave she just left five minutes ago"

Dave looked tired, confused, happy and miserable all at once. Mr Davidson
was beginning to worry.

"You OK son?"

"I'm fine..."

"You do not look fine to me. Did something happen on the hiking trip that
upset you?"

Dave opened his mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out. His expression
was more anguish now and this really worried his father. Suddenly Dave
turned on his heels and ran to his room. The sound of his door slamming
rang through the empty house.

Mr Davidson was stunned. He had kept a close watch on the boys and they
seemed to have enjoyed themselves. Perhaps Dave had been too horny to stop
John from fucking him and was feeling bad about it now? Had they gone to
far? Of course he could not say anything to his son about it. If he did
feel bad about the event letting him know that his dad had been watching it
all would hardly help. He decided to give Dave some space to cool down. He
went into the kitchen, grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and sat down by
the kitchen window. He had an empty bottle in his hands too quickly and
took one more. He felt restless and felt bad for his son. Before he could
really make up his mind he had emptied the second bottle and was heading up
towards Dave's room. Once there he hesitated, but knocked before he slowly
opened the door.

"Can I come in son?"

There was no reply so he pushed the door more open. He saw his son on the
bed with his face buried down in his pillow. It was obvious that he was
crying. His sobbing was rocking the bed. Mr Davidson's heart melted. He
just could not endure to see his son so unhappy. He went over to the bed
and sat down on the edge. He gently put his hand on his son's back. At
first Dave froze up, but then he accepted his father's touch. Out of the
blue he turned around on his back, sat up and flung his arms around him. He
let his tears flow and sobbed into his fathers shoulder.

"It's going to be OK Dave. What ever you are so upset about we'll sort it
out"

His comforting words didn't seem to have much effect, so he kept quiet and
just held his son tightly in his arms. It took a long time before Dave
stopped crying. By then Mr Davidson's T-shirt was wet with tears and
snot. He relaxed his hold on his son just a little. Dave let go too and lay
down on his back.

"Feeling better Dave?"

"A little..."

Dave's voice was husky from all the crying.

"I'm sorry about messing up your T-shirt"

"There is nothing in the world you need to be sorry about my son. T-shirts
can be cleaned. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I do and I don't. I don't really understand what is going on in my mind
and don't really know if can should tell you"

"I'll make you a deal then. When you feel like talking you can come to
me. If I'm at work, call me and I'll come home early. We have the house to
ourselves for a week. I do not care about what you have done, I just can't
stand to see you this unhappy. Just promise me that you will let me know
what is bothering so much, OK?"

Dave looked at his father with red and swollen eyes. Then he nodded once
and curled up on his bed. Mr Davidson didn't leave and in only a few
seconds he heard his son's breathing get heavy and steady. He was
asleep. After an eventful morning and powerful reaction, he was
exhausted. Mr Davidson left quietly and closed the door behind him.


---To be continued---

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