Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2008 05:46:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: An Extra Christmas Present, chapter 3

Disclaimer: This story is the property of the author and cannot be
reproduced without permission.  It is meant to be read and enjoyed by
adults

Author's Note: I want to take a moment to thank everyone who contacted me
after the first story was published.  You all made my Christmas break very
special!  Thanks for the support!

An Extra Christmas Present, Chapter 3

I awoke this morning and lay in bed for a few minutes looking around.  The
house was quiet and the bed nice and warm.  I could've stayed there all
day.  But, as usual, my bladder had other plans that involved getting out
of bed and shuffling across the cold floor to the bathroom.  As I stood
peeing in the bathroom, I wondered what time it was and then what day it
was.  Then, as the fog lifted from my brain, it all came rushing to me.  It
was the day after Christmas.  And I had been up late the night before
because I had jerked off with my son, Colin.

Jesus!  Had that really happened?  It seemed like a dream, but the more I
thought about it, the more certain images kept flashing in my mind.  I had
caught him jerking off while watching porn, and though I tried to secretly
watch him, he saw me.  Rather than confront him or try to make him feel
ashamed about what he was doing, I ended up pulling my dick out and
stroking it in front of him.  These scenes just kept playing over and over
in my head.  First, seeing him Christmas morning in his nightshirt,
absent-mindedly touching himself.  Then, later, seeing him jerking off.
I'd never really thought of Colin as a man, let alone a sexual being, but I
realized yesterday that he was both.  Masturbating with him had been so
incredible, so intense; it was probably the most amazing sexual experience
I'd had in years.

I had finished pissing and realized I was getting hard.  What started as a
couple of shakes as I finished suddenly became a stroke or two and, as I
closed my eyes and thought of last night, my dick became rock hard and I
started stroking myself.  I had done this yesterday morning, too, and now
realize that Colin had been watching me.  The thought that Colin was
interested in me and wanted to see me jerk off made me even hotter.  And
the feeling was definitely mutual.  I found his growing body incredibly
sexy and was quite amazed at the size of his dick.  It was good and meaty,
with a thick shaft and big, bulbous head.  And he was hairier than me at
only 17!  I kept stroking my dick, thinking about Colin and last night,
when I suddenly heard someone coming up the stairs.

I quickly tucked my dick back into my pajama bottoms and dashed back to the
bed, slipping in and pulling the covers up to my neck.  I lay as still as I
could when I heard the door open.  No sound followed, no voice, no
footsteps, just the door opening and then closing.  I sensed it was my wife
checking on me.  She didn't need to know I was awake yet.  Nor did the rest
of the family.  I so rarely got these kinds of quiet moments alone that I
wasn't about to lose it.  I slowly opened my eyes, rolled onto my back,
bent my knees, and started fondling my dick again.  But almost immediately,
I heard footsteps on the stairs and wondered if my wife was coming back, or
if it was one of my daughters.  More footsteps followed and I heard the
girls talking to each other.  Then there seemed to be a ton of activity in
the hall just outside my door.  I knew it was too good to be true.  I
wouldn't get any quiet time this morning.  Not with the whole family home.
So, I flung back the covers, swung my legs to the floor and made my way to
the door.

"Hey!" I said, opening the door.  "What's all the commotion out here?"

"Oh, sorry Daddy."  Said Kathleen.  "Did we wake you?"

"No, sweetie." I said.  "I was already awake.  Just trying to relax in bed
for a while."

As I finished speaking, the hall filled up with my other two daughters, who
came out of their rooms completely dressed, and all three began to go
downstairs.

"Where are you all going?"  I asked, following them down.  I needed some
coffee.

"We're going to the mall with Mom.  Lots of sales today." Replied Shannon,
in her matter-of-fact way.

"Oh," I said.  "Ok.  Well, have a good time.  And don't spend all your
Christmas money on one thing."

Just then, my wife, Allison, came out of the kitchen and started herding
the girls to the hall closet for their coats.

"There's coffee on for you." She said, in a rather business-like tone.
"There's coffee cake leftover from yesterday.  You can make some eggs, too,
if you want.  Don't eat all the Christmas cookies.  And Colin's still
asleep upstairs.  Go figure."

With a roll of her eyes, she turned around, marshaled the girls together
and out the door they went, leaving me standing in the middle of the living
room.  It was suddenly very quiet.  I loved when the house was this quiet,
mostly because it happened so rarely.  Maybe I'd get a chance to jack off
after all.

I went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen
table to drink it.  I still kept thinking about yesterday and last night.
I just couldn't get it out of my head.  Of course, I got a raging hard-on
again, and this time I let my dick push out of the fly of my pajamas and I
gave it a squeeze now and again while I downed the coffee.  Once I was
finished, I decided to go back upstairs and continue where I'd left off
earlier - lying in bed stroking my dick.  I walked up the stairs letting my
dick point in the direction I was walking.  When I got in front of Colin's
door, I stopped.  I stood in front of his door, slowly stroking my dick and
thought about how much I wanted to go in there and wake him up.  And as I
stood there, I heard what sounded like a moan.  I wasn't sure if I'd heard
anything, so I stopped stroking myself and stood as still as I could and
listened.  Then I heard a noise I'd definitely heard before, a faint
"mmmmmmm" sound and I knew Colin was awake and, quite possibly, jerking off
just like I was about to do.  I knocked on the door."

"Colin?" I said quietly.  "You up?"

"Yeah, Dad," he replied.  "Hold on."  There was a pause and then he said,
"Ok, come in."


I opened the door and found Colin lying in bed under the covers.  He was
lying on his back, but his head and shoulders were up as he looked at me
coming in. His eyes dropped down to my crotch, where my dick was still
poking straight out from the fly of my pajamas.

"Oh," he said.  "I guess the girls are gone."

"Yeah," I replied.  "They all went shopping.  Guess it's just us."

"In that case..." he replied, and flung back the covers to reveal himself
completely naked with a hard-on resting on his stomach.  With his right
hand, he picked up his dick and gave it a couple strokes, then held it
straight up for me to see.  He bent his left arm and put his left hand
behind his head, exposing an armpit covered with hair.  As I looked down on
my son in such a sexy pose, I automatically started stroking myself,
overtaken by lust.  I could hardly contain myself.

"Yeah, Dad."  He said looking at me with a rather sexy smile.  "You like my
dick?"

Colin and I hadn't really spoken much last night when we jerked off, except
to encourage each other to orgasm, so hearing him say something like that
not only caught me off guard, but it made my heart jump and my dick get
even harder in my hand, if that were even possible.

"Yeah," I said.  "I love you dick."  I really wasn't sure what else to say
or where this was going, but I was definitely getting into it.

"Why don't you come here and stroke it for me." He replied and pulled
himself up to a seated position against the wall.  I came in closer and sat
down on the bed.  Colin spread his legs even wider and I got a good look at
my son in the light.  What a fucking body!  He was really hairy, but his
lower half seemed almost black with hair.  His legs and thighs were very
hairy, covered in a coarse, thick hair and his pubic hair was long and
bushy.  I leaned in and, propping myself on my left elbow, reached my right
hand out and gently took my son's cock into my hand.

It's hard to describe this moment because it was so amazing and sexy and
beautiful and scary all at the same time.  I was almost dizzy with
excitement.  But as I wrapped my hand around my son's member, the first
thing that struck me was how warm it was.  I could even say it was hot.  It
was thick and firm, but also soft.  It filled my hand more than my own cock
did and felt meatier as I began to work it.  First I gave it a couple of
squeezes, just to get a feel for it, to sense the size and firmness, and
then I loosened my grip and began to slowly stroke it, almost gently
running my fingertips up and down the shaft, but stopping just under the
head.  Colin had leaned back and, as I started stroking him, relaxed into
the sensations I was giving him.  Without really even holding it, his dick
stood straight out on its own, and I just gently stroked it.

Slowly, I began to grip his dick more firmly and started to truly jerk him
off.  A soft moan escaped from his throat, but he kept his eyes closed and
head back, enjoying all the sensations coming from his crotch.  As I worked
his dick, I moved in closer to really look at it.  The shaft of his dick
was pretty thick, as I said, but it wasn't until it was in my hand that I
realized it actually got a bit thicker toward the bottom.  There was a mess
of hair right at the base, but the rest of his cock was smooth, except for
the veins running across it. A beautiful head that was round, bulbous and
smooth capped it.  He had a nice, long piss slit that opened a little each
time my hand went down, like a sideways mouth gasping for air every few
seconds.  The head was also a bit darker in color than the rest of this
dick, a nice dark purple-red.  Beneath his dick, his balls hung down in a
pouch that was covered in hair, but when I scooped it into my left hand,
the hair was surprisingly soft.  Each nut was loose in the sac and I could
easily roll them around.  As I held his balls in my hand, Colin moaned
again and slid forward a little, spreading his legs even further.  As I
looked over his crotch, enjoying not only how it looked, but also how it
felt, I began to experience it in a third way: how it smelled.  The sweet,
but tangy musk that wafted up to meet my nose made me even more excited.
It was the best fucking smell and went straight to my brain and then right
to my dick, which jumped and twitched on its own.  I didn't dare touch
myself for fear that I would cum right then. But I did lean in a bit and
inhale.  It was intoxicating!

Colin must have thought I was moving in for a reason and moaned again.
"Yeah," he said quietly, but somehow firmly.  "Suck me a little." Without
any hesitation, I slipped my mouth over the head of his dick, my whole body
shifted forward, and I went down on him, burying my nose in his pubic hair.

"Oh, FUCK!" Colin said, rather loudly.  His cock jumped in my mouth and I
pulled up a little.  Then, without waiting or saying anything, almost on
automatic, I just went at it.  I plunged my mouth back on his dick, taking
him all the way in, and heard him sharply inhale.  Moaning with
unbelievable lust, I started blowing my son for all I was worth.  I
honestly can't say when I'd felt like this before.  I mean, I'd fooled
around with guys now and then.  There just are times when you need a cock.
But it had been a long time since I'd felt a lust like this, a deep need,
almost a thirst for it.  I just went up and down on his cock, slicking it
up with all the saliva that filled my mouth, then pushing myself down as
far as I could until I could feel the head of his dick hit the back of my
throat.  The way that head felt in my mouth was making me crazy and it
seemed like the more I sucked it, the hungrier for it I became.

I had propped myself up again on my left elbow and, with my right hand,
started stroking myself, but every time I gave my dick a couple of tugs, I
would get so close to cumming that I had to stop.  This was all too much
for me.  But I kept going, plunging my face down into my son's crotch and
inhaling that scent, which drove me even crazier.  Colin seemed to be in
ecstasy as well, moaning and thrusting his hips up to meet my mouth as it
went down.

"Yeah, Dad."  Colin said, almost whispering.  "Suck my dick."

He gently placed his hand on the back of my head and that, coupled with
what he said, made me moan in ecstasy.  I was in fucking heaven and didn't
want this to end.  I picked up my dick again and a jolt ran through me,
making me moan even louder.  I really didn't know now much longer I could
go.  I had to give my dick a good squeeze to keep from shooting.

"Yeah," he whispered again.  "That's it."

He certainly seemed to have a knack for this and I suddenly wondered if
maybe I wasn't the first one to be doing this to him.  But honestly, at
this point, I didn't care.  I just wanted to keep tasting my son's dick,
and feel it fill up my mouth.

Colin pulled his legs in a bit, opening his hips wider, and I felt his
fingers suddenly near my mouth.  He was taking his dick in hand and pushing
my mouth off it.  I let up and watched as he started stroking himself,
using all the saliva that had poured out of my mouth as lube.  I just
watched, out of breath and panting, but eagerly waiting to get it back in
my mouth.

"Mmmmm" Colin moaned, as he worked his slicked cock with his hand.  "Yeah,
you like sucking my dick, Dad?"

"Uh-huh," was all I could reply between breaths.  I was beyond words at
this point.  Laying still, just inches away, I watched his hand work his
shaft like I was in a trance.

"Yeah.  You want to eat my load?"  He asked.

"Yeah!" I replied, wondering to myself where he'd learn to say this stuff.
Porn?  Other guys? Wherever he had learned it, it was certainly doing the
trick.  Hearing my son talk dirty to me was so fucking hot that I had to
give my dick a hard squeeze to keep from cumming right there.

Colin let his head roll back again and started working his dick with
renewed vigor.  All I could hear was the "thwap-thwap-thwap" sound of his
hand slipping over his cock head as he pumped and jerked his cock.  Then
the moans started.  Almost with each exhalation, Colin would let out an
'Ahhhh" sound that kept getting higher and higher in pitch.  I realized he
was getting close.  I was practically there.

"Oh, Yeah." He said, suddenly opening his eyes and looking down at me.
"I'm gonna cum, Dad."

I bent forward and gently put my mouth on the head of his cock, trying to
keep my mouth from getting hit by his flying hand.  He moved his hand down
a bit and I slipped the head into my mouth.  It seemed even bigger than
before and was as smooth as glass.  I slid my tongue over the slit,
savoring the salty flavor of pre-cum that had been flowing up.  Suddenly,
Colin stopped stroking and put his hand on the back of my head again.
Then, as he held my head, he began thrusting himself up into my mouth.
Jesus!  This was all too much.  I could feel his cock getting harder and I
knew he was about to shoot.

"Uhhhhhh!"  He grunted, and I felt his dick quiver in my mouth and
suddenly, I could taste it.  He was cumming.  I closed my eyes and tried to
savor every second.  He was still thrusting up into my mouth, but not as
hard as before.  With each shot of cum, I could feel his dick expand, then
go down.  But as I lay there, letting him fill my mouth with his seed, I
really tried to savor the taste and smell.  It was sweet, but also salty
and, as I inhaled through my nose, the smell of it overwhelmed me.  Keeping
his dick firmly in my mouth, I grabbed my dick and started frantically
jerking it.  It took all of 10 seconds before I stopped, held my breath,
and let the first couple shots of cum pulse out of my dick and onto my
stomach.  As I loudly exhaled, I moaned in ecstasy, not only because of
what I was feeling, but because I was still savoring my son's cum in my
mouth.  I kept my mouth clamped to his dick while I finished cumming,
gently sliding it down the length of his shaft and tasting him all over
again.  His body jerked as I gently pulled my mouth up and off his dick.  I
quickly swallowed so I could get every drop and watched as his dick bounced
in the air, still sticking straight at me, wet, shiny, and bright red.  It
was so beautiful.

We were both out of breath and pretty worked up as I sat up in the bed and
looked at Colin.  His face was red and he was sweating a bit, but he looked
pretty contented.  I looked down and realized the front of my pajamas were
covered with cum.  I needed to get these off.  I stood up and unbuttoned
the shirt and took it off, rolling it up inside out.  Then I slipped off
the pants and stood naked in front of my son, my cock deflating, but still
pretty big.

Colin looked up at me from the bed and asked, "So, what time is everyone
coming back?"

"I don't know," I replied.  "Why?"

"Oh," he said, taking his dick into his hand and gently stroking it again,
"I was wondering if we have time for another round," and then he gave me
that smile, that sly, naughty smile that told me he had something on his
mind.