Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 13:46:46 -0500 (EST) From: Mitchel Mulder Subject: a dad and his son-14 Although I was still asleep I could sense there was someone watching me. Soft lips were pressed on mine. A quick short kiss. "See you tonight, son" Slowly I came to my senses, I heard dad going into the bathroom. I tossed the sheet off me, gave my morning wood a tug and got up. "Morning, dad." "Hey, Steve. Did I wake you?" "No" I lied. Dad turned on the shower. "But I wish you had" I laid my hand on his erected penis, still trapped in his brief. There was a wet yellow stain, the last drop of his morning piss. "You looked so peaceful sleeping" he said, as he ran his hand over my bare chest. I kissed each of his nipples, his chest hair tickling my nose. I sank to my knees and kissed his cock through his briefs. "Mmmm, nice Steve" he said and ruffled my hair, his hand moved over my shoulders to my chest, and pinched my nipples. His cock became visible through the spit soaked cotton. "Damn, dad, that looks so tasty." "Breakfast is served, son." I pulled down his briefs and his cock popped out, the head landed on my lips, I closed my lips around it. With my nose buried deep in his pubes his cock slided all the way in, my tongue rubbing the shaft. His smell made my cock harder even more, I reached into my boxer's fly and started to stroke myself. Dad let out a few moans as and he thrust his hips forward. I rolled his balls in my hand, softly pulling them down. Dad's moves became faster, telling me to suck him harder, ramming his cock down my throat. He was close, any second I would taste his sweet cum, I jacked my cock harder, wanted to shoot at the same time as him. "O shit!" He cried, he pulled out his cock and pushed it back in again. My mouth was being filled with his seed. I swallowed fast not wanting to spill a drop. I pushed my hips up, ready to shoot. Still swallowing his cum my cock started to spurt, right against dad's legs. "That was great!" dad pulled me up, wrapped his arms around me and gave me a long deep kiss. I stepped out of my boxers and stepped under the shower. Dad stepped in too, bringing his razor with him. We lathered each others body with soap, sure not to miss a spot. "You never shave under the shower" I said to him. I remember as a little kid I sometimes watch him shave, with a towel wrapped around his waist and face all white with foam. If you listened carefully you can hear the hairs being scraped of his face. Maybe I was eight or nine, but I always thought, even then, that it was a sexy thing to see a guy shave. Dad gave me a smile. "Not going to shave, well, I am, but not my face" "O, dad, don't tell me you're gonna shave all this off!" I ran my hand over his chest and pubes. Dad held his face up in the cascading water, opened his mouth and gargled. He spat out the water, "Hell no, just my balls." "Your balls?" "Yep, Paul shaves his too, and to be honest it feels much better, and he says it is much more sensitive." "Can I do it, dad?" I saw dad hesitate. "I'll be very carefully." "You'd better be", he handed my the razor. "No foam?" "No, otherwise you don't see were you put that razor" Dad turned the water lower, and I went on my knees, stretched his sack and run the blade over his skin. When I looked up I saw a bit of panic in his eye. "Steve, watch what you're doing!" "I do, I do, no sweat, dad!" "We're talking bout my balls here." Every now and then I rinsed off the razor and admired my work, his skin looked so soft and pink. I told him to spread his legs a bit so I could get the hairs on the back of his balls too. "All done!" He looked down and ran his hand over his naked balls. "How does that feel, dad?" "Mmm, nice" he answered. His balls felt so smooth, his skin almost like silk. "Thanks" he said, "Are finished showering?" He turned off the water and stepped out. We both toweled off, dad started to shave his face, this time not with a towel wrapped around his waist. I sat down on the toilet and took a piss, while I followed every move he made. "O, dad, before I forget, I'll not eating in tonight, last school-day you know, so the guys are coming to pick me up and we go downtown, have a burger and some drinks, maybe a movie." "Okay, fine with me as long as you are careful." "Dad, you know I am, always." "I mean with that foot of yours, don't forget you crutches when you're going" "Look, I don't need them anymore." "Maybe not in the house, but you need them outside." Deep down I knew he was right, "okay dad, I'll take them along.." "Fine, anyway, have fun and I'll see you later then." He kissed me and went off. Later that morning I gave dad a call and asked how his balls felt. He had to laugh. "They feel great, but can't go into details right now." For a moment I wondered if I should do mine too. My hand slid into my shorts, feeling my balls; no, I was not that hairy, not like dad. I was proud of my hairs, I ran my hand under my shirts and caressed the few hairs I had on my pecs. I pulled off my shirts, pinching my nipples till they were hard. I kicked off my shorts and put one leg over the armrest, slowly I stroked my cock to full erection. Thinking of dad, his hairy chest, his big hard dripping cock. I wet my finger and pushed it into my ass. I wank my cock faster, thinking of dad and the coach, wouldn't it be great to be with them, oh yeah, fucked my the coach, while I sucked dad. Oh fuck man, my balls were boiling, I pushed my finger deeper in my ass. With my other hand I pulled harder on my nipple, Mmmm, fuck man I was going to blow my load, thinking of those hot hunks, their dripping cocks, their perfect bodies. "O yeah!" I cried as my cum spurted out of my cock, shooting all over myself. At four, Jim arrived. "Hey man, where are the others?" I asked. "They'll be here soon." He pressed me against the wall and pushed his tongue into my mouth. My hands went over his hard ass, and pushed his body tight to mine. "mmm, rock-hard" he said, "we'll have a few minuted before they get here." He lowered himself and opened my jeans. Jim pulled my cock out and kissed it. "Man, I really missed that" he said and sucked my cock into his warm mouth. "Yeah, wet it good" I said, "lube my cock, gonna fuck you in that sweet ass of yours." Jim opened his jeans, still with my cock in his mouth he stood up and pulled down his jeans. Just as he turned around, we heard a car pulling up. "Damn, they are here already!" Just as we pulled up our jeans the door bell rang. I grabbed my crutches and with them under my arms, we headed outside. Both our cock were still hard, just hoped the others wouldn't notice it. "Hey guys!" Mark yelled out of the car, "vacation time, finally!" and gave a few honks. We squeezed ourselves in the backseat. "Hey man, watch it" Peter said, and pushed the crutched off his lap. "Sorry man" I apologized. "Just be careful, hope to need this tonight" he answered and he groped his crotch. Jim kicked my knee with his, quickly we looked at each-other, both raising our brows. "Hope we'll run into the girls tonight, that Sarah is really gonna get it" Peter cheered and squeezed his crotch, "lets go, man" he told Mark. Mark took off. "Wow, look at that!" Robert lowered his window and we passed a girl and whistled at her. Just hoped that the evening wasn't all about talking about pussies and tits. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------- Just a quiet night alone at home. Time to do some laundry and tidy the place up a bit. First thing I did when I got home was to change into some shorts and a Tee. I made myself some dinner and ate it while I watch the news. Every now and then my hand slided into my shorts and felt my smooth balls. The whole day I had been semi hard, I just loved that way my briefs brushed against the sensitive skin of my sack. I just hoped that it wouldn't itch too much when the hairs started to grow back again. I gathered the laundry, as usual Steve had some items laying around in his room, socks, shirts and boxers. I sniffed at his socks and boxers. My cock got fully hard now. I gave it a few squeezes. "Control yourself" I said out loud, "better save it till he gets home" and gave my cock a last hard squeeze. I watch some TV, drank a few beers, fondled with my cock and balls. It was already midnight. Steve had not mentioned a time when he would be back home. Well, I thought, as long as he's having fun. I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, stripped down and lay on my bed. My cock stood straight up, slowly I stroked it, with my other hands I squeezed my balls. "Steve, come home, I need you, man" I whispered to myself. I laid there, slowly stroking my meat. I needed to get off, but I did not wanted to do it alone. I ran my hand over my hairy chest, and tugged my nipples. Better stop now, before I blow my load. I got up and went downstairs to pour myself a drink. Naked and hard I waited for Steve to come home. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----- We had some burgers and after that we went to the movies. I don't know the tittle but it was a stupid movie. Luckily I was not the only one who didn't like it. The six of us were chatting and horsing around all through the film. One of the guys let out a loud fart, right during a very sentimental scene in the film. We all burst out laughing. The rest of the audience couldn't appreciate that and were now telling us to be quiet. "Come guys, let's leave" Mark said, "let's have some beers somewhere." I looked at my watch, almost midnight, I turned down the next round, I already drank a few beers and I had enough. Jim eagerly drank another beer. By the looks of it he had too much too drink already. "Hey Jim" I said, "let's go home man, remember you'll have to play tomorrow". "Already?" "Come on, man" I tried again. "Yeah you're right, Steve" Mark said, "I'll drive you all home." A good thing dad wasn't around, Mark too had had a few beers. Just when the rest finished their beers and were about to leave, some girls got in. "Hey, Sarah!" Peter shouted and waved. Fuck, I thought, Sarah and her friends, also from our school, came over. "You guys going already?" she asked, biting her lips. "Hell no, not now that you are all here!" Mark answered, "Hey girls, want a drink?" "A beer!" Jim yelled, at rested his head on his arms. "Come Jim, lets get you home" I said. "O man, why don't you stay" Peter asked, "now it's getting really good.!" "No, you guys stay, I had enough, and he too" pointing at Jim. "Come on Jim" Jim finally got up and took a few steps, I was just in time to catch him, otherwise he would have ended up on the next table. "Better gave those crutches to him!" Alex said. "Come on man, let's go home, we'll find a taxi". I placed one hand under his armpit and pulled his arms around my shoulder, with the crutches under my other arm we walked to the door. I was just about to open it when the door opened. Miss Carter, our grammar teacher entered, followed by three other teachers and the coach. "Jim! look at your self" Miss Carter hissed. Jim could only give her a stupid smile, "hey teach!" The coach looked at the rest of the guys. "Remember guys, I'll expect you right on time and fit at the game tomorrow morning!" "Yeah sure, coach!" the others laughed, He looked back at Jim and me, "well I'd better bring these two home" he said to the others. The coach took Jim over from me, and we walked to his car, which was parked nearby. "Where we're, burp, going?" "Home" Coach answered, "you had just a bit too much." The coach pushed Jim in the backseat. The moment Jim sat down he fell on his side and started snoring. "Coach, sorry about this, we can get a cab, no need for you to break off your night" I said. "Don't worry, Steve, was planning to go home anyway." I looked over to the coach as he was driving. With his body tied into the seat-belt, his pecs his crotch really stick out. I spread my leg a bit further so that every now and then his hand brushed against my knee as he shifted gear. I gave him the directions to Jim's home. The coach helped Jim to his house, his dad answered to door. I heard him tell Jim to come in quickly, before his mother could hear them. "Just hope he's fine tomorrow" the coach said as he sat down in the car again. "Thanks coach, for doing this" I said. "No problem" he smiled. "Hey, why don't you stay the night at our place?" No, no need for that, have to change anyway before the game." "I'm sure dad won't mind." I looked at him closely as I said that. He blinked his eyes and looked at me a bit nervously. "Relax" I said, "you should know dad and I have no secrets." "Eh,.....yeah... how's your foot?" "Much better, thanks." "Damn, can you believe this! A traffic-jam at this hour!" He clinched the steering wheel, his biceps almost tearing the sleeve of his polo. "They are working further down the road, only one lane is open" I said. We came to a complete stop, he settled back in his seat. "Really, I mean it, it is getting late, you should stay the night with us." "I'd better not." I felt my cock getting harder, I had never been so close and alone with him before. His body was so big and muscular. Maybe it was the few beers I had drunk, but I got a little bolder. "You're wearing a jockstrap?" "No, why?" "Well, that night when I injured my foot, you looked really hot in it." He shifted a bit in his seat. "You know dad really likes you" I continued. A smile appeared on his face. "You two get along fine." "Yes, we do" he answered. His bulge seemed to be a bit bigger then before. I pressed my knee against his, he did not move but stared outside to the car in front of us. "Come on" he said, while he tried to look past the cars, "we don't have all night." What the hell, now or never, I thought, and placed my hand on his bulge. "Hey, what do you think you're doing!" I squeezed hard, he was already semi hard. "No wonder why my dad likes you." "Come on, man, don't do this to me" I gave his bulge another squeeze. "Like father,like son" I grinned, and placed my other hand on my crotch. His eyes followed my move, I gave my package a few squeezes too. Although he said again that I shouldn't be doing this he did not push my hand away. His cock grew harder under my hand. I stuck a finger between the buttons of his fly. He let out a sigh as I touched his cock head through his briefs. "What would you dad say, if he saw you doing this?" He placed his hand on mine, but instead of pushing me away, he pressed my hand harder on his cock. My finger moved around in his fly, feeling the briefs getting a bit wet. He looked down while my fingers played around in his jeans. "Mmmm, Steve, that feels much better then that foot of yours the other evening." "You should stay the night" I said, "this really needs to be taking care off". "Fuck, Steve, you just as hot as your dad!" he finally said, and reach for my crotch. "Mmm, nice coach!" "Hell!" he withdrew his hand, "can't do this, you're my pupil!" "Hey, not now, we're on vacation, remember", I grabbed his hand from the steering wheel and placed it back on my stiff cock. I opened a few buttons of his fly so my hand could go in further. I manage to get my hand into his brief and touched his wet cock head. "O man!" he let out. "Very nice coach, no wonder my dad loves you!" I ran my finger over the fat wet head. "You know, dad will be waiting for us." The coach groaned. I opened his fly completely and took out his cock. "Wow coach, that thing is huge!" He looked down and grinned. I opened my fly and let out my own hard cock. "Not bad yourself" he said, he took my cock in his hand and squeezed out a drop if my juice. "Nice" he smiled, "like father, like son." Behind us a car honked. The coach looked up, we could drive on. Still with our cocks out of our flies, we drove on. "Come on" I said, as he parked the car behind dad's car. He looked at me and grinned, "you're sure?" I gave him a big smile, "come on." He returned the smile. He started to button up his jeans. Just when I was getting out of the car, still with my hard cock out of my jeans, he stopped me. "Steve, not a word to anyone, not even to your friend Jim." "I know, coach, just you, dad and me" I opened the door, but again he stopped me. He gestured to my open fly. "No, it's dark anyway, no one will see us, lets surprise dad!" I reached over to his fly and got his cock out again. "Don't know, Steve." "Come on!" I said. I pinched his nipple hard, "lets go!" With our erect cocks out of our jeans we dashed to the door, I turned the key and we got in.