Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2010 19:22:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: What's Up With My Son, Part Three

(Please read parts one and two before reading this part so it'll make
sense.  And huge thanks to all of you who wrote and demanded this part!
Grin.  Wow, after writing this part there will have be a part four, which I
didn't expect!)

If you remember, Joe and I had just had an incredible wrestling match and
sexfight which he won during a naked mutual bear hug and now we were off to
bedÑtogether!

First, though, Joe and I took a shower together and finally were able to
explore each other's body with love and affection.  I was in lust and love
with his beautiful body and he seemed to feel the same way about mine.  I
loved tweaking his nipples and making him moan and leaning up to kiss his
sweet mouth from time to time.  I rubbed every inch of him I could reach.
So hot! I finally grabbed his tight, little, butt, too and squeezed his ass
cheeks, watching them squish under my firm man hands.  That made him moan,
too.  Hmm...  As for his beautiful, cut, cock, handling it, touching every
inch of the 7 and a half inch male weapon, was unbelievable!  I finally
probed his asshole with my hairy fingers, making him moan even more.

Of course while I was exploring him, he was returning the favor.  I don't
think anyone has ever completely felt me up like he was doing!  He took
some of my special, non-astringent, soap and lubed up his hands and then
lubed up my entire body.  I enjoyed returning this favor, indeed!  Soon, we
were both completely lubed and slick.  He then took my body and started to
rub his body against mine.  He went up and down on tiptoes as he completely
worked me over.  Every time our cocks rubbed or our nipples rubbed, I could
feel an electric shock in my system.  He soon turned me around so he could
work my nipples better and his hard cock rubbed against my lubed ass,
seeking the crack between my hard cheeks.  I let my butt loosen and he slid
his cock between my cheeks while working over my nipples.  Then he leaned
down and started to kiss and lightly bite my earlobes!  Total shock,
electricity, and lust!  No one had ever done that before.  I had no idea
how much of a sexual area they were!  Fuck!  His cockhead started to play a
bit with my hole and I started to feel dominated.  I'd always been a top in
the few times I played with men in college.  This kind of play was totally
new to me.  I was now being played with and toyed with and dominated by my
son!

I sort of stiffened a bit then.  I wasn't sure I didn't like this but
wasn't at all sure I did either.  Joe must have realized he'd gone too far.
He turned us around so that I now had my front to his back.  I then tried
out all of the moves he'd put on me on him.  He certainly didn't mind!  He
arched his back and moved sensuously with me so that I was soon kissing his
neck and biting him lightly there.  My own nice cock was riding his crack
now, too, and I could feel the heat of his crack and thought about how
incredible it would be to see if I could stretch his hole enough to slide
my cock into his hot man/boy ass.

Um, what am I thinking?  I turned us both around so that we were face to
face, chest to chest, and crotch to crotch.  I slid my body as sensuously
as I knew how to against his and stuck one, then two, then three fingers in
his ass.  He did the same to me.  His fingers were slightly longer than
mine and his greater height again allowed him to dominate me, just a bit.
I started to feel like a slut who wanted to have a man take her.  For the
first time in my life I wondered what it would feel like to have a big guy
take me, use me, pound me to a quivering mess, and, yeah, fuck the shit out
of me!

I responded by working his body over harder and rubbing and frotting him
even harder.  I pushed four fingers into his ass then.  I suddenly did not
want to be passive.  He responded to my new aggression and gave back as
good as I gave.  Suddenly we were both in a sexfight again!

We fingered each other, slammed our bodies together, rubbed our cocks and
nipples together and went after each other's tongues in violent passion.
We both found each other's prostate and rubbed and almost raped each
other's ass with our fingers!

His longer fingers and body gave him the advantage though.  Suddenly I
couldn't hold back any more.  My body arched and I threw my head back,
empty of his tongue in my mouth and let the cum boil up and explode once
again!

He gave me the fiercest grin I'd ever seen and exploded on me again, too!

Somehow I felt that I had lost again, but it sure felt good!  I was in
complete confusion then.

Once again Joe seemed to understand.  Once we'd both calmed down enough to
stop gasping from the extreme pleasure, he started to kiss me softly and
stroked me in love.  At that, I stopped thinking and just enjoyed his
lovemaking.

Eventually we dried off and walked down the hall to the bedroom.  We got in
bed, still naked, and held each other and kissed each other softly until we
both dropped off in sleep.

The next morning I woke up by myself in bed to the smell of coffee and
breakfast.  I propped myself up on my elbows and Joe soon came into the
bedroom wearing only an apron with a tray with fresh coffee, orange juice,
bacon and eggs and toast!  My favorite simple breakfast!

He smiled at me and I could tell he must have planned this out, too.  Hmm.
So what else has he planed out for this weekend?

He left me to eat in peace in bed, still naked.  Although he had served me
and was waiting on me, I still felt a bit odd.  I wondered if this is how a
courtesan feels when her lover pampers her before taking her in wild sex,
knowing that her lover needs her so much he'll wait on her, hoping to have
her again?

I shook my head again to clear it from those thoughts.  Silly.  I finished
the breakfast and put the tray on the side table and stood up, stretched,
and peed.  Still naked, I stood before the window, looking out at the
beautiful, sunny, day, and wondered at what had happened last night.  Once
again my mind was confused.  At some level I still believed it was wrong to
have had orgasms with a guy, especially my son.  On other levels I realized
it was the hottest sex I'd had in years.  On yet other levels I wondered at
my thoughts about being taken and dominated.  Finally, on even other levels
I was pleased at being able to sexfight on an almost equal basis with a
very hot, fit, and bigger 18 year old.  Even though I'd lost both times, it
had been a very, very, equal fight both times.

As I was thinking that Joe came into the room naked again and took me into
his arms and kissed me and held me.  "Dad", he said, "I know this is all
new to you, but this is what I've wanted my entire life.  I've wanted you
naked in my arms for years.  Thank you for finally letting me have my
wishes granted."  And there were tears in his eyes and suddenly I had tears
in mine.  We both held each other, silently.

Eventually we let each other go and realized our cocks were again hard.  He
smiled, reached down and grabbed mine and put our cocks together and rubbed
them together.  That felt so damn good that my confusion started to clear.
If this felt so right, then maybe it was?  He certainly had no doubts about
what we were doing that I could see.  In fact, now that I worked through my
fog I realized that everything that had happened, for months at least, had
been his plan and that he was in total control of our relationship now.  I
had been following in what he had set up for us.  Once again, I couldn't
decide if that was a good or bad thing.  However, I certainly was having a
good time.  Time to stop the questioning again!

"Ok Dad", Joe said.  "I hate to say this, but I'm going to have to be gone
most of the day.  I promised a very long time ago to be at school as part
of a senior project that we're working on today.  However, I promise to be
back as soon as I can.  I can also promise that you'll enjoy tonight, too."

With that he grinned a kind of smirky grin and left the room, to get
dressed I guess.  I threw on a robe and an old pair of boxers and went down
to get the paper and have some more coffee.

I was sitting at the dining room table when Joe emerged from his room
wearing a tight t shirt and form fitting jeans.  He had done the same thing
with his dark hair he had done last night.  He was so beautiful I had to
catch my breath!  He was the definition of a young stud.  Suddenly I was so
fiercely proud of him I couldn't stand it!  I had a sudden pang of jealousy
thinking about the kids who were going to spend the day with him, too!
Where had that come from?

Once again, he seemed to sense my feelings.  He leaned over and stuck his
tongue in my mouth and put his hand in my robe to tweak my hairy chest and
nipples.  "Dad, you're number one, always, you fucking gorgeous stud!  Wait
for tonight when I'll prove it to you."  He gave my hard cock a pat,
smiled, and left the house to drive in my Jeep to school.

Once again, I felt outmaneuvered.  I felt like a dumb blond and I certainly
was neither.  He had me pretty much panting for him and I knew I'd be
pining the whole day.  Enough of that!

I decided to work on the yard, do some reading I was behind on, exercise
some, and do some shopping.  In my new, confused and pining, mode, I worked
outside shirtless for the first time ever and noticed some of the neighbors
spent more time outside than they normally did.  Hmm?  I jogged to the park
and back in short shorts, still shirtless, and was surprised to see that
some of the other joggers sometimes did U turns and jogged behind me.  At
the store I wore the same kind of outfit Joe had put on and was again
surprised to see some of the shoppers do U turns and go down the same isles
I went down.  Weird.

I decided to get pizza for dinner and called for delivery.  When the
nice-looking young kid brought it, I had already removed the t shirt I had
on on the shopping trip and was just wearing the jeans.  He looked scared
when he saw me and kept gulping and started to sweat.  I was hoping he was
ok and gave him an extra tip.  Must be a full moon tonight.

I was hyped with anticipation when I finally heard the Jeep come down the
street and pull up into the driveway.  Once again, Joe seemed to know what
I was thinking.  As soon as he came in the door he grabbed me and swallowed
me in his embrace, which I returned and which turned into a mutual bear
hug.  He leaned over and ravaged my mouth.  He was still working me over!
Panting with passion, I released him and he then let me go.

I tried to regain my composure.  I mean who was nearly forty and who was
18, after all!

We went to the kitchen and had our pizza.  I had also bought a nice bottle
of Chianti and let Joe have some.  He really seemed to appreciate that. It
was as if I was finally treating him as an adult.  Trying to make light and
entertain him, I guess, I told Joe about all of the weird people today and
how I figured it must be a full moon tonight.

He stared at me incredulously.  He seemed to be searching for words.
Finally he burst out.  "Dad, forgive me, but you're such a dumb fuck at
times!"  I recoiled at his words, not understanding, and very hurt.  "Look
Dad, I know you weren't wealthy as a kid but surely you know you've always
been treated well, and even privileged.  Can you figure out why?  You're
absolutely fucking drop dead gorgeous masculine with a body to die for and
a hairy chest that screams masculinity.  Your face lights up the world when
you smile!  Your company uses you as a model for Chrissake!  You are so
fucking handsome that the whole world would want to be in your bed if they
thought you would give them the time of day!"

He shook his head at me and I shook my head right back at him.  Look, I
know he loves me and loves me in lustful ways I'm still not sure are right,
but this is way over the top! He then looked at me a bit pityingly and
said.  "Dad, I love you for not knowing how hot you are and not being
conceited.  But face reality.  What you saw today has been happening for
years.  I've noticed it since I was small.  All of us have noticed it.  You
are `the man'! Accept it, deal with it."  He saw how totally shocked I was
and his smile was one of the saddest I had ever seen.  "And yes, having the
hottest Dad in town has been very hard at times and I've been in fights
some times because of that.  And I've realized that you haven't had a clue
about this fairly recently.  I'm hoping I'm not giving you something you
can't deal with in telling you this.  However, you need to know this and
you need to face this.  I need you to be completely you." He gave me a
quick smile and a quick hug and left the room.

To say I was stunned would be an understatement!  I'm a normal guy and nice
looking but no knockout.  He can't be telling the truth, can he?  I went to
my bedroom, stripped, and looked in the mirror at my naked body.
Yeah... Nice dark-haired hairy chest, with big dark nipples getting hard,
flat stomach, nothing to pinch, nice hairy legs, and (after turning around)
nice bubble butt.  I looked at my face and didn't see anything special.  I
tried smiling but didn't think I lit up the world.  Frankly I just don't
see it.  Now Joe could fit the bill he described!  This kid is gorgeous!

Finally I couldn't take it any more and knocked on Joe's door.  "Come in",
he said.  I came in looking abashed and embarrassed.  "I'm sorry, Joe.  I
just can't believe you.  I've looked in the mirror and studied my body and
face and just don't see anything special.  However, I will admit (and I
looked at the floor) that you are really beautiful.  So, if people see you
in me, maybe there is something to what you say."

He came up to me and took my face in his hands.  "Dad, I don't know why you
can't see the truth.  I can imagine a variety of reasons why.  However, the
truth is that if anyone thinks I'm beautiful it's because they see you in
me."  He then looked at me searchingly.  "However, we're wasting time!  I
need to set us up for our next match upstairs.  Give me ten minutes and go
to your room!"

He ran out of the room, leaving me gaping.  Who died and left him in
control?  Me?  I felt like I was in the middle of whirlwind and was
starting to lose my ground.  Yet, was I unhappy with any of this?  No, not
a bit.  I felt like I was alive for the first time in years.  I felt like I
was surfing on the top of an unending wave.  I can do this!

I waited the ten minutes and then went into my room.  There on the bed was
a white speedo, white robe, and white boots.  There was also a note.  It
read, "This time we're both rookies and newbies, although with your
gorgeous hairy chest you'll look a bit older.  I'm a dark haired Kid McCoy
tonight..."

It was all I could do not to spring a full hard on then.  I had to count to
ten several times before I could get dressed and stay in control.  What a
fucking great outfit!  I felt twenty years younger dressed in virginal
white.  I had to slow my breathing and take my time going up to the attic.

There already was my son dressed in the tightest and skimpiest white
singlet I'd ever seen!  You could see his crotch bulge and ass crack.  The
straps that held up the bottom were so skinny you could see his dark
nipples and his chest rack with zero problem.

I crawled through the ropes and went to my corner and waiting for his
introduction.

"In this corner, weighing in at"...