Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2007 15:38:09 -0400 (EDT) From: Mitchel Mulder Subject: a dad and his son-20 Damn, I felt great! Paul had me work out every muscle of my body, I felt I could take the world. Paul poured us some juice. "How are you feeling?" "Great, but better ask that me that tomorrow." He leaned over and kissed me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. "You know what the trouble is with a good work out?" "I think I know" my hand moved to his crotch. His cock was already hard. "Yeah, always makes me horny." "Same here!" and gave his cock another squeeze. His mouth moved back to mine, our tongues mingled, our hard cock pushing against each other. My hands went over his back, down to his waistband. I got my hands into his shorts, I took his hard butt in my hand. My hand moved further down and tickled the back of his balls. Paul pulled down my shorts, my cock sprang free. "I wanted to this in the locker-room, but I don't like a big audience", with that he sank to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. My hands went through his short hairs as he sucked my cock, running his tongue over my exposed head. I buckled and kissed him on the head, "I love you." He let my cock drop out of his mouth and got up. "Hey, love you too" He pressed his lips on mine, pushing his tongue deep down my throat. I held him tighter and broke the kiss. I just wanted to look at him, I saw the love he was feeling for me on his face. For a short moment, neither of us spoke or moved, just staring at each other. Then he lifted me up on to the kitchen table, spreading my legs and lifting them. I cried out as I felt his tongue licking my crack. I knew what was coming, and I wanted it too. I spread my legs further apart. His tongue pushed in,licking me inside. I urged him to fuck me. He placed his cock head against my hole, I wrapped my arms around his muscular neck, pushing my self closer to him, feeling the tip of his cock opening me up. With his hands around me hips he slided me towards him, at the same time he thrust his hips forward. His shaft penetrated me without a hesitation. He fucked me hard and fast, just the way I wanted it now. I was so fucking horny, I could blow my load any second. "Yeah, fuck me hard!" I shouted while I reached for his nipples, and giving them a good tug. "Hey dad, coach!" "O yeah!, Hi Steve!" We did not stop, we just kept on fucking as Steve walked in and got a beer from the fridge. On his way out he held the cold can against Paul's ass. "Ahh, fuck!" In a reflex he plunged forward, driving his cock even further up my ass. As in a slow motion movie my cock lifted up his head, I saw my slit opening, I grabbed my meat, the moment I touched it I started to shoot. My cum shot all over my chest and face, my ass tightening around Paul's cock. "Whole shit!" He cried. His warm cum filled my guts. "You did a great job!" I told Steve, "did you finish Peter's and Sheila's lawn too?" "Almost, just to hot right now to do it all, the rest I'll do later." We were all out in the garden, enjoying the sun. Both Paul and I were naked, later Steve pulled off his shorts too. Since he hadn't joined us I guessed he had been jacking off this afternoon. I got inside to start preparing dinner, Paul had to leave early since he had a party to go to, his sister's birthday. During dinner I told Steve that Paul had agreed to help us with the re-modeling of our living. "Yep, ready to start first thing tomorrow morning." "Great" Steve answered, "and high time too." "Gives us tonight to clear up" I answered. "OK, but after I called Jim." "No problem, son." After dinner, Paul left. While I cleared up, Steve went upstairs to give Jim a call. Within a few minutes he was downstairs again. "That's quick, how is he?" "Guess what, they're just returned from the Louvre. Dropping off his dad and mum in the hotel. There is a Internet corner in the hotel, just starting up my PC." He opened the fridge and got another beer. I raised my eyebrows. "Messenger, dad, you know." "I understand that, and you know that is not what I meant." I pointed at the beer, "your third, fourth, fifth...?" He gave a sigh and returned the can into the fridge and got a Coke. "How did you know, you were out most of the afternoon?" I smiled, "I didn't." "Shit, you see, I'm too honest." He opened the Coke and walked past me. "That's why I love you!" and slapped his ass. "yeah, yeah. I only had four so-far." "Don't keep Jim waiting!" I looked around in the living, and opened some cupboards. Old stuff that I hadn't looked at for a couple of years. Maybe we just had to throw everything out, make a fresh start. "Dad!" "What's up?" I yelled back. "Dad!" I ran up the stairs. "What's wrong?" I asked as I stormed in in his room. "Nothing, look there is Jim." I walked up to his PC and had a look, he was sitting in the lobby of the hotel, in the background you could see people walking behind him. Steve's hand went over the keyboard. "Say hi, dad." I bent forward and waved my hand in front of the cam. Jim waved back. "This is great, hey dad." "Sure, son." I stood up again, while I read some of the text both Jim and Steve had written. Words like 'miss you', 'horny' were mentioned a lot of times. I saw Jim bending down over his keyboard, I leaned forward to read what he had typed. "You both look great, wish I was there now." I smiled, "don't stay on for to long, guess he has to pay per minute" I said, while I turned and wanted to walk away. "Look dad!" I turned again looking at the screen. Jim was now standing, his crotch was in full view, for a second he rubbed it. He sat down quickly again and looked nervously around. "This is great, dad" Without any warning Steve pulled down my shorts. Jim moved a bit closer to his screen to get a better look at my cock and balls. "Shit Steve!" I cried out and pulled them back up again, "he is in a hotel, every one can see us!" "Yeah, but they don't know us!" Steve got up too and lowered his shorts, his cock was already hard, swaying it back and fro in front of the cam. "Steve!, stop that!" "Why, Jim likes it!" Again he pulled down my shorts, and got hold of my dick. Jim was glued to his screen, with his mouth half open. "Steve" I pleaded, "look at the people passing behind him." "Hell, they don't look." Before I knew it, Steve pulled back my skin and ran his tongue over my head. "Stop it, Steve" my cock reacted as expected, "please" I begged. I saw Jim's hand disappearing under the desk. "Look, Steve" I pointed at the screen, "he'll get caught!" A pair of legs, stopped behind Jim. Steve was wanking his own cock fast, this had had to stop, I pulled back and pulled up my shorts. "Sorry, I can't do this" I lied. It was certainly hot, but I was too afraid what could happen to Jim. Jim looked behind him, and the pair of legs moved on. "Come on, dad, this is hot!" "No, Steve, just think what could happen, his parent will be informed when they see this." "relax!" Steve adjusted the cam, focusing on his hard cock. "Just be careful!" I left the room, before I closed the door, I looked back, Steve laid back in his chair, wanking his cock faster. To set my mind on other things I started to clear out the cupboard. There were a lot of books, detectives, her favorites. I picked the top one, I flipped through the pages and tossed it aside, no need to keep all these books, a bookmark fell out. I had to smile when I saw it, it was one Steve had made in nursery school I think. A faded piece of paper, that once had been bright yellow. He had drawn the sun, moon and a star and at the bottom, his name in irregular big letters. "What's that?" I turned around and held up the bookmark, "you don't remember this?" Steve took it, and looked at it, "No, well no need to keep it." "Come on, your first piece of art, no, I'll keep it. So, how was Jim?" "Bored, spent the whole day inside the museum, and guess what they're doing tomorrow? Back to the museum to see the rest." "Nothing wrong with that" I said. "Please, dad!" "No, really, a bit of culture won't kill you." "But two days in a row? Hey, dad, have seen that in ages." He walked past me and got the old photo book out. We sat down on the couch while we flipped through the pages. "She was beautiful, hey dad." "She sure was." We both stared at a picture taken at the beach, she was wearing a dark bathing suit which accentuated her curves. Steve rested back against me, I wrapped my arm around him, as he turned the pages. This was the first time that we looked at these pictures since her death. How stupid I had been all these years, sure, I had lost my wife, but Steve had lost his mother. I gave him a kiss in his head. "I'm sorry, son." He turned another page. "Dad, look at this one, you see, even then!" I looked more closely, it was one of me, bare chested laying on the grass in the back garden with Steve in a big diaper on my stomach. "I remember that one, you know, you had been crying all afternoon. She'd been carrying you around, singing lullabies, rocking you, but you did not stop. You were really driving your mother crazy. "Here" she said, "you take him now" and placed you on me, you know you stopped crying at once. "Even at that age I knew what I wanted." "You want a beer?" "Yep, let me get them" Steve got up. I turned the pages, so many pictures, so many memories.