Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2005 20:21:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Greg Stangle Subject: August Afternoon with Son This isn't a story of our first time, for that goes back many years and I'll leave that memory for another day if there seems to be an interest in hearing it. But this is a true story. This is a story that takes place when my son Greg had just turned twelve a month before, and I had been in my late thirties for the third year running. It was one of those frustratingly warm autumn afternoons. The sun was still shining its hot rays upon the earth, making sweat run mercilessly down your face. But the wind had already begun chilling the air, forcing you to wear a jacket. A few seconds without a jacket, we'd freeze. A moment with the jacket on, we'd roast. Nothing felt comfortable but there were chores to be done. Greg and I were outside doing our manly jobs as my wife prepared the table for dinner that night. The leaves had already been raked that morning and most of the lumber had been chopped by the time my wife ran outside with her arms up in the air. "I just don't know what to make for dinner," she explained, grasping her purse as she hurried into the van. Her soft sweater stretched over her ample breasts and I felt a twitch in my cock. Yes, I still have sex with my wife. There's no reason to stop one satisfying habit when two satisfying habits can be had at the same time. "Just pick up a pizza," I hollered back at her, mindlessly rubbing the outside of my crotch. "Yeah, sounds good," she said and she sped down the road toward town. I looked at my son, and he knew what I wanted. We quickly put our tools away and stacked the last of the wood. Once inside the house, I instantly began stripping, as did Greg, and we made our way to my bedroom. My dick was hard the instant I lied on my bed and spread my hairy legs for my son, but I got a thousand times harder the moment his lips found their way to my dick head. In a flash, he had half my seven inch dick in his mouth, bobbing up and down on it and slurping up my precum. This isn't one of those stories where I falsely disclose that I have a massive horse-dick and my twelve year old has a six-inch penis the thickness of a soda can. I feel those type of stories detract from the greatness of man-boy sex and so I will not go there. I really do have a seven inch penis. His is a little over three inches. I reached my hand around and started to massage his hairless, sweet butt cheeks with my one hand. He moved his body a bit so his ass was closer to me. I reached my other hand over to spread his ass apart. I could see his tight, pink asshole squeeze even tighter at the introduction of my breath as I blew softly against his bottom. It tightened and then released a little as I rubbed it gently with my forefinger. Before long, my finger was in up to the first knuckle. Second knuckle. The whole way in. I started pumping it in and out slowly, making sure I didn't disrupt the wonderful service he was providing my cock. After a minute or two, his panicked whines became soothing moans and I knew he was ready for what was coming to him. I gently pushed him away from me and put him on his back. Lifting his legs up and propping them onto my shoulders, I got into position and reached for the lube. Greg and I have an understanding that I can have sex whenever, however I want it as long as I use lots of lube. I can wake him up in the middle of the night and fuck him right then and there. I can even fuck him in the morning -- and often do -- before I go to work and he goes to school. He can complain and grumble, but he knows he must give in. And for his consideration, I make sure to use a lot of lube and to start out nice and slow. But rarely do I ever stay nice and slow. I use lots of lube, but we always go bareback. There's no sense not to. I don't have any diseases and it's not like my son's going to get pregnant, so why not? It feels ten times better and makes for much better contact. This time was no different. I pushed against his hole with my dick and was about to suggest that he push out like he was pooping, but he was one step ahead of me. With several years of fucking under his belt, he knew what to do. This is why I loved him so much. Despite my best efforts, I apparently didn't use quite enough lube and after about five minutes of fucking he was feeling more of the friction than usual. The soft moans of pleasure turned into audible moans of pleasure and they, in turn, turned into loud grunts every time I thrusted into his stretched boy ass. I could feel my balls tightening and knew it wouldn't be long until I came inside his bum. I sped up attempting to finish the fun before my wife got back with dinner. I leaned close to him and silenced his moans with a long, passionate kiss. He lovingly bit my lower lip and that released the floodgates as I came deep inside of him. I kept thrusting until my balls didn't have anything left to give. He had no sooner turned onto his side to take a rest and I had no sooner stood up from the bed and started walking over to my bathroom door than my wife entered the room. She stared at us, at her naked husband and her naked son fresh from fucking. Quickly, and without much thought -- thank goodness -- I explained that we had just finished up being outside and wanted to shower our sweaty selves before dinner. He was going to go first, but I wanted to jump in before him so I could help her with dinner. She took this to be the gospel truth and explained that she had forgotten the credit card so now she had to go back and pay for the pizza. I said that I'll be waiting for her and she left. It took a little for me to laugh at the scene. If she had entered the house a minute before she did, she would've heard the pleasure moans of her son and husband. She would've heard me talking nasty to him. She would've witnessed my hard cock penetrating and pumping her boy's pussy. But I started cracking up when I looked over at my son lying on his side and noticed that he had his daddy's cum seeping down one of his butt cheeks. I looked down at my dick and noticed that although I was soft, I could spot specks of lube and other byproducts. What kind of explanation would've I had to come up with had she noticed that? Thank goodness she's not very bright. And thank goodness for my boy!