Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2006 13:21:07 -0400 (EDT) From: Mitchel Mulder Subject: a dad and his son-8 As usual I woke up before the alarm went off. I glanced to Steve, he was still sound asleep. I turned on my side to have a better look. His body was half covered by the sheet. He looked so peaceful. How things had changed the last couple of days. I did not feel guilty anymore, about loving Steve. Carefully I stroked my cock. I did not want to wake him so I carefully withdrew the sheet, exposing his naked body. "Just perfect" I said to myself. His cock was not complete hard yet and laid half over his round balls. Carefully I lowered my head to his crotch, my nose almost touched his pubes, my mouth only an inch from his cock, I inhaled deeply. I stroked my cock a bit faster. Steve turned a bit, his cock rolled over to his thigh, his knee touched mine. I couldn't help it, I softly placed a kiss on the tip of his skin. As Steve did not react I got a bit bolder, with the tip of my tongue I licked the top of his soft skin. This time his cock reacted, got a bit harder and lifted its head up from his thigh. I did it again, his cock made another jump, his skin withdrew a bit showing the piss slit. I wiggled my tongue around it, pushing his skin down. Steve gave a sigh, he was still asleep, but his cock got bigger and harder. I opened my mouth and took his cock in. His cock swelled to full erection as I sucked it. With his balls in my hand I licked up and down his shaft. Steve breathing became heavier, his balls getting tighter, I knew he was about to cum. I closed my mouth tight around him while I looked at his face. His eyes were still closed, he began to toss his head from side to side, he pursed his lips, his body tensed. When I felt the first spurt of cum his eyes flew open. A look of surprise and extase. "Ohhhh....!" He filled my mouth with his sweet cum, I stopped stroking my own dick, first I wanted to taste every drop of him. His body relaxed again, I swallowed his load and got up to my feet, after just a few strokes I exploded, shooting all over his naked body. "Wow, dad, hell of a way to wake up!" I licked up my cum from his body and stuck my wet tongue in his mouth. With his arms around me we laid there for a couple of minutes. "Got to get moving" I said. "see you tonight." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------- There was still abit of dad's cum on my stomach, I rubbed it into my skin. I turned around, I didn't have to get up for another 30 minutes. With dad singing in the shower I dozed off again. "O man!" Jim was almost hysterical when I told him about what happened this morning. "keep it down, the whole school doesn't have to hear it." "Fuck man, while you was still sleeping, what a way to wake up." The bell rang and we went inside. "Shit I'm totally hard now" Jim said as we took our seats in the classroom. It was a relaxing day at school, we ony had a couple of days to go before the summer vacation. During the classes Jim asked me a couple of times to repeat what happened this morning. Everytime he let out a sigh and his hand moved under his desk. "Almost creamed my pants." After school we rushed to his house, of course his mother was home, we quickly got his sporting gear and headed home. The moment I closed the door behind us, Jim pulled down his jeans and underwear, with his hard cock in his hand he begged me to suck him. "Shit, still hard?" "Ever since you told me about that blow job this morning." I sank to my knees and kissed his cock. "O fuck!" Jim cried. I gave his cock a few wanks and with a load groan he shot his load right in my face. "Well, that was quick" I said. I guess he heard my disappointment, "I'm sorry, but I was so fucking horny, come here." He wiped away his spunk from my face. Together we licked off his hand till our lips met. We kissed eachother deeply and my cock started to get hard. I moved his hand to my crotch. "What about me?" He gave me smile, "guess it's only fair." He turned around and placed his hands on the floor. I dropped my jeans, his hand guided my cock to his ass. I fucked him, right in the hall, hard and fast. With a kiss on his back I pulled my cock out. I had to laugh "look at us, we didn't even make it to the bedroom." Jim turned around, his cock was hard again. "You want to do it in your bedroom?" "Hey man, put that away, you know how the coach will be when we arrive late!" I playfully slapped his cock and pulled up my jeans. "Guess your father will be home when we'll get back" Jim said with a grin. "Hope so" I said and got upstairs to get my soccer stuff. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------- The house was empty when I got home, then I remember that Steve had his training. I changed into jeans and had a drink. Better wait till making dinner till he got in, which wouldn't be long anayway. I just refilled my glass when the doorbell rang. I got up to open, again the bell rang. It was the coach. "Hurry, come on, it's Steve!" he said and ran to his car. "What's wrong" all kinds of thoughts went through my head in just one second. "Nothing serious, but I think it's better to go to ER" "What the fuck happened?" I closed the door behind me and ran to the car. Steve laid on the backseat, he had tears in his eyes, his face was completely white. "Really, dad, I'm allright" Steve managed to say. His ankle was swollen, I tried to pull down his sock, but stopped when Steve let out a cry. "Think the coach is right, better get to the hospital to have some X-rays taken". The coach and I sat in the crowded waiting-room while Steve was taken away. "I'm really sorry, man, but he just slipped on the field." "It's not your fault, let's hope nothing is broken" I answered. I could see that the coach had a hard time. "This things happen, I'm sure it's just a bruise, he is a tough guy." The couch shoke his shoulders. "Come on, don't blame yourself" while I patted him on his shoulder. It was busy or they was just understaffed, but we waited and waited. The coach got up to get us some coffee. A woman was brought in, surrounded with nurses and paramedics. My mind went back to that afternoon five years ago, the same place, the same hectic. The hours of waiting, the hours of hope and fury. The sight of my wive laying in the hospital bed with all kind of tubes and machines, the voice of the doctor, saying that they had done everything what was possible. Stop it, I told myself, but I couldn't. I spent most of the night at her bed, holding her hand, telling her how much I loved her, how much I needed her, how much Steve needed her. No reaction from here. A high pitch beep, a sound I would never forget, a sound that signalled her end. "Are you allright?" I looked up, I felt tears running down over my face. The coach put down two cups of coffee on the table, sat down next to me and pulled me close. "Come on, everything will be fine" he said softly as gently rubbed my back. With my head against his hard shoulder I cried, he slowly rocked me like a baby. I couldn't stop crying. I hated myself for it, sure I had cried just after she had died, but in the past five years I had always told myself to be strong, not to give in, that life would go on, that I had to be strong, and stuff like that. Now I just let my self go. I didn't feel ashame in front of the coach, with his arms around me it felt good and comfertable. After we had finished our coffees, a doctor wheeled Steve back to us. His ankle was in a brace. Luckily nothing had been broken, just a severe sprain. "He needs rest, no walking for the couple of days, for the first few days he can take these painkillers, they are a bit strong so just 3 per day" the doctor said. I thanked the doctor and we left. Together we carried Steve up to his room. Coach left to get some water so Steve could take a painkiller. Carefully I undid his other shoe and undressed him. Steve gave a little sigh as he had to lift his hips to get his soccer shorts and jock off, causing him to rest on his hurt foot. "No fun tonight dad" he even tried to smile as he rested back on the bed. "No boxers, son?" "No, it's allright, dad." The coach came back and handed a glass of water to Steve. "Want some ice on that ankle? he asked. "No, don't want anything on it right now". He swallowed the medicine with water while I pulled the sheet over his naked body. I could tell he was in a lot of pain, and I hoped that those painkillers did their job fast. "If there's anything you need just shout" I said. Steve nodded and closed his eyes. "I'm not sure bout you, but I need a drink" I said when we got downstairs again. "Great idea, I could do with one too, damn, I was really frightened when Steve laid on the field." Coach sat on the couch and I brought over two glasses and the bottle of Scotch. "Well, luckily it is not too serious" I said, "thanks for staying with us in the hospital." "No problem, you had me worried for a moment, though, you really broke down." We both took a sip of our drinks. "I'm sorry, but being there again, brought back a lot of memories." Before I knew it, I was telling him about the accident, of my live before and after that day. While telling him, he refilled our glasses and put his arms around me again, I rested my head back on his arm, I could not stop talking. Finally when I had finished he gave my shoulder a hard squeeze. "Thanks for telling, you know that means a lot to me" he said. I looked up to his face, his eyes were a bit wet too. "You know that this is the first time I spook about it so freely." He turned his head to me, "I know, and I appriciate that." Our heads were only inches apart, I had still my head on his arm, his hand on my shoulder. We looked eachother in the eyes, ans slowly our faces moved forward. His lips brushed mine, we opened our mouths, our tongues touched. His arms locked me closer to him, he kissed me, and I kissed back. His hand moved to my chest, cupped my pecs and squeezed hard. He pulled my shirt out of my jeans, exposed my chest and started to lick my nipples. I let out a silent cry as he bit them. I pulled my shirt over my head, his warm tongue moved to my arm pit. A shiver went through my body as I felt him licking my hairy pits. I tossed my shirt away, and moved my hands over his sweatshirt. I could feel his thick fur through the soft cotton. Still licking my pits his hand moved to my crotch, he opened my fly and his hand went inside. I moved a bit down to give him some space, at the same time my hand went under his shirt, finding his large nipple and tugged it. I lifted my ass up and he pulled down my jeans together with my briefs, he pulled my shoes off so I could kick off my clo! ths. The coach pushed my down on the couch, his heavy body on top of me. He kissed and licked me everywhere, finally he grabbed my cock, pulled my skin down and kissed the head. I let out a moan, with the tip of his tongue he licked the head, then he opened his mouth wider, I watched my cock slip into his mouth, right to the base. I pushed my head back into the couch and just moaned, running my hands over his broad shoulders. He let go of my cock and looked me in my eyes. "I wanted to do this since the first time I saw you" he said. He got up and removed his sweatshirt. His chest looked even more impressive as I looked up to him. I got a bit up and pulled down his sweat pants. He was wearing a white jockstrap, his hard cock was stretching the fabric to its limit. I pushed my face into the pouch, I opened my mouth and softly bit his cock through the strap. "Oh, yeah" the coach groaned. With my hands on his hard buttocks I tried to pull down the jockstrap with my teeth. The elastic got hooked behind his cock. "Hang on" he grinned, and pulled the jockstrap down. His hard massive cock hit me in my face, for a few seconds I just stared at his beautiful hard cock and his enornmous low hanging shaved balls. I had to open my mouth wide to let the head in, as he slowly pushed his cock deeper in my mouth, my tongue licked around the glans and the shaft, I took his balls in my hand, the skin felt so smooth and soft. Still with his dick in my mouth he pushed me to the floor, I was still sucking his wonderful cock as he he moved his body so he could suck me too. With his balls dangling on my nose he fucked me in my mouth while he went down on my cock. My jaws began to ache but I wouldn't let go of his cock, he grabbed my legs under my knees and pulled them up to his face, his tongue licked my sweaty crack. I was afraid that I was going to shoot my load as his tongue entered my ass. Luckily he did not touched my dick, his hands were spreading my bottucks further apart. God, his tongue was long! He kept on roaming around in my ass, it felt like I was on fire. Suddenly he let my legs drop and turned around, he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth I tasted my own ass. With his arm under mine he pulled me up and placed my upper body over the couch, he got between me legs and slapped my ass a couple of times. Making me groan. Then he took his cock in his hand and slapped it against my ass. He was going to fuck me, I wanted it but it also scared me, his cock was huge, so much bigger than Steve's. Nevertheless I wanted this man to fuck me, I wanted to be so close with him as possible. I heard him spit in his hands and soon I felt his wet head pushing against my opening. I relaxed, took some deep breaths and pushed back. I felt myself opening up for him, he slowly pushed. "Ohhh, easy!" I almost cried. His cock was so thick, it hurt like hell, this would never fit! Just when I wanted to push him away he thrusted his hips forward, a stab of pain so severe that I cried out. He leaned over and kissed the back of my neck. "Easy, the worst is over" he said in a low voice. He waited till I said it was okay. His cock went in deeper, stretching my ass wide. When he was all the way in he waited again, running his hands over my back and sides. Slowly he started to move, the pain eased, he took my cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. Soon it felt better, with his big cock moving in my ass, my cock got harder again and I pushed my ass back to him. He started to move faster, his big balls hitting mine, I could not keep quiet, I groaned and cried every time he plunged his cock into me. His pace became evenmore faster, he was fucking me like a madman. "Yeah fuck me!" I shouted to own surprise. I could not hold back anymore, he kept on ramming jis big cock into me, hitting my prostate again and again. I cried and laughed at the same time, I thought I would die, the orgasm was the best ever, my whole body flexed, clinching his cock with my ass muscles. I kept on shooting sperm against the couch, his hands still stroking my cock. With his other hand he pulled my upper body tight to his chest. He moaned aloud into my ear, I felt his cum wetting my ass. I reached around, with my hands on his ass I pushed him deeper into me. "Mmmmm fuck!" he shouted and pushed my chest back on the couch with him resting on top of me. "Man that was hot" he said, kissing my ear. "Wow, man!" Finally he pulled his cock out, his seed dripped down my thighs. I got up to my feet, but he remained on his knees. He spread my cheeks apart, more of his cum ran out. He ran his tongue along the back of my legs, right up to my hole. Softly he pushed his tongue into my still open ass. "O man, don't start again" I lauhged. He got to his feet too and we kissed again. I poured us another drink and we sat down on the couch, still naked, with arms around eachother. There was no need to speak, we drank in silence, feeling each others warmth. "I really should be going." "I know, but, why don't you stay, you had too much to drink anyway" I replied. "Love to, I hate to drive after I had a drink, but what about Steve?" "Don't worry, he's an open minded guy." His lips touched mine again.