Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2003 11:36:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Its Rob <swallower@malric.net>
Subject: A Different Kind of Love Story

It was quiet around the house at this time of the afternoon. It was just
before my nineteen year old son would come home from school and after my
twenty year old daughter had already left for her job. I was all alone in
the house, if you didn't count the dog, anyway. And it was time for me to
write.

I had always been a writer although it had never been anything major for
me. Still, I did write a column for the local weekly rag, one that dealt
with the local political scene, such as it was.

But the writing I was doing these days was something completely different.
I don't remember quite why I started writing porn but it came out one
afternoon when I was particularly horny and I couldn't really stop myself.

It was a dark afternoon in November when it started. I was sitting at my
laptop in the dining room and feeling a little out of sorts. My cock was
throbbing and I couldn't remember why but it was a constant reminder that I
needed some release.

Like today it was my private time between my daughter's departure for work
and my son's return from high school. It was just the three of us, my
ex-wife having left us for the plumber about six years ago. Since I owned
my own company and worked from home, she thought it wouldn't be anything
major for me to take the kids. Besides, the bitch didn't want to be tied
down any more. So fuck her.

And that apparently was part of my problem as well. I definitely wasn't
getting any these days. Aside from the difficulty of raising two kids and
working at home, I really didn't get out all that much. And then there was
my current predicament.

I had been having these strange dreams and fantasies involving my neighbor,
Dave. He wasn't anything special in the looks department, a little heavy in
the midriff but then who wasn't these days. Still, he had this sparkle in
his eyes whenever we talked and a ready laugh that was infectious. We
usually talked over the fence on the weekends when we were working on our
respective yards.

He lived alone as well and I hadn't gotten the courage up to ask him why
but he certainly knew our story. Hell, Tom even mowed his yard once a week
to make some money. You know how high school boys always need money!

But the dreams and fantasies always involved some form of sex between us,
usually with me on my knees either sucking his cock or being fucked by
him. It was this latter dream that scared me a little. And excited me a
bit. I had experimented in high school and college, who hadn't? But I had
only been fucked by a guy once and that was quite painful at the time.

Course it didn't help that the guy who did it was a football player with
the dick of death! It must have been ten inches long and thick as a beer
can. But we were both wasted off our ass and had no way of getting any
pussy that night so we decided to have a go at it. At least I fucked his
ass too although I'm not quite as large. Still, eight inches isn't anything
to sneeze at and Mike seemed to enjoy it.

But now, for some reason, I was wondering what it would be like for Dave to
come over and fuck me, sliding his cock into my love chute. And that set my
mind flashing through a number of scenes that I just had to get down. And
so my fingers flew over the keyboard of the laptop, the words just pouring
out and glowing fiercely on the screen.

By the time I was done, I had a couple hundred words of lust and
male-on-male sex stored on my hard drive. I was so excited that I whipped
out my cock and with just a few moments of stimulation, sprayed my creamy
load all over the desk.

I remember feeling so excited and chagrined at the mess I had made. I was
only just able to clean it up when Tom arrived home from school. I swear I
saw something in his eyes that recognized the smell of sex and cum but he
didn't say anything when he came up to hug me hello.

After I reread the story a couple of times and got raging hardons each
time, I decided to see if there was anything online that shared this kind
of story. A few searches and I came across the best place for shared
stories, a place called Nifty that was filled with gay, lesbian and
bisexual stories.

After bookmarking it, I read through the stories, making it through just
one or two a day for months, jacking off each time, my mind spinning with
the pictures the tales conjured up. Around March I wondered, not for the
first time, if I was gay. After all, I was getting off at least once a day
by reading gay porn and I had even written and submitted a couple of my
own, including that first one.

But when I thought it through I realized that it didn't really make any
difference. If I was gay, so what. Besides, it wasn't as if I was going to
be acting on it any time soon. Well, unless Dave made a move on me or
something.

So here I was, writing another porn story on my laptop in the dining room,
careful as always to keep this part of my life a secret from my kids. I
didn't want them to know about this! But it had become something major in
my life. I had attracted quite a little following of fans who loved the way
I could detail a situation and they were always asking when the next story
was going to come out.

And so, this afternoon, I was writing another story for the archives. My
cock was throbbing in my jeans and so I popped the top button to relieve a
little of the pressure as my words few onto the screen. This story was
about a cop and the high school quarterback he caught speeding. The kid
didn't want his dad to find out so he offered to give the cop a blow job
and then the cop fucked the boy, shooting a huge load all over his broad
back.

It was getting me a little excited when I heard the garage door open. Tom
was home and here I was with my dick peeking over the waistband of my jeans
and gay porn on the screen! I quickly saved the file and stood, closing my
jeans, before he opened the door in the kitchen.

"Hey Dad!" he caroled as he came through the doorway and saw me. I grinned
at him and he came over for a hug. I was careful not to hold him too close,
afraid he was going to notice my boner, but he seemed preoccupied and
didn't notice.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asked. In our household, he was the
better cook so he took it upon himself to make dinner for the two of us
during the week. He and his sister shared that duty on the weekends; I'm
not much of a cook.

"Whatever we've got is fine," I replied, my mind not yet sufficiently
supplied with blood to make a decision.

"Cool. I'll just make us a couple of burgers then. I've got to meet Brad
and Damon to go over the game plan for this weekend anyway so I'll be gone
most of the evening. I grinned at my son. He was co-captain of the soccer
team and took his role seriously. I didn't think his two friends really
wanted to plan strategy but Tom was a leader, that was for sure.

The blood began flowing more freely from my cock, deflating the mound that
had been throbbing there since his return and I suddenly realized that the
file was still up on the laptop. Well, Tom probably hadn't been able to
read anything anyway, so I closed the file and brought up a spreadsheet o
the company's finances to work on before dinner.

After a quick shower, Tom made the burgers, adding some kind of spice that
made them taste even better than regular burgers. A slice of melted cheese
and a side of tater tots and the meal was excellent. I cleared the dishes
and brought out a small cup of pudding for dessert for each of us.

Tom grinned and finished his quickly. As he put on his jacket to head out,
he gave me another hug and told me he would be back around nine. I hugged
him back and told him to drive safe, as I always did.

Now, the house quieted down again, the sound of the garage door closing
marking the end of the activity. I opened the file again, the story not
quite over yet, and began working my way through the final scene. I
chuckled; there's a reason they call this part of the story the climax!

My cock grew again and I knew I wouldn't be able to let it die down this
time. Having been thwarted once, my balls were now churning with repressed
need, bulging with the hot load of cum boiling inside. I opened the buttons
on my jeans, releasing my cock from its confinement, noticing a small wet
spot from the oozing head.

I knew it was time to deal with my need so I got a towel from the kitchen
and leaned back in my chair, rereading the story I had just completed, my
hand sliding slowly along the length of my shaft, squeezing more pearly
liquid from the mushroom cap. I was getting harder and my balls felt like
they were on fire as I played with myself, the image of the burly cop
plowing the quarterback's tight man cunt flashing through my mind.

I don't know what it was that made me look up but the fire burned across my
face, lighting it with embarrassment as I saw Tom standing at the kitchen
door, his face flaming, his mouth open in astonishment at the sight.

I didn't know what to do, it wasn't as though I could hide what I was
doing, my pants were firmly planted around my ankles and my cock was
leaking although quickly it's firmness. But there was something wrong. Tom
wasn't flushed with embarrassment like I was, he seemed enthralled by the
sight of my cock and there was a hunger in his eyes!

I checked and realized that he was cock-hard himself, a bulge throbbing
against his jeans similar in size to mine. What was going on here?

Neither one of us said anything but Tom stared into my eyes and back to my
cock which seemed to have gained some of its former strength. My hand felt
warm against the shaft but I didn't move it, waiting to see what was going
to happen next.

Tom licked his lips, startling me, and slowly moved over to stand in front
of me. I didn't say anything but my mind buzzed with thoughts. What was
going on here? Why weren't we saying anything? Was something wrong? Tom
shuddered slightly and dropped slowly to his knees before me, his hands
coming to rest on my thighs sending sparks through my spine to explode in
my brain.

I don't know what made me do it but I moved my hand and aimed my throbbing
shaft toward my son, the juice pulsating from the slit sliding along the
shaft to nestle against my caramel colored ball sack. Tom leaned forward
just a bit and licked the creamy pearl from my thick cock head. I groaned
as he replaced my hand with his, grasping the shaft gently and squeezing
another drop of juice from the reservoir.

I threw my head back and growled as he placed the cap in his mouth, his
tongue swirling around the circumference before dipping back into the slit
for another taste of the sperm that made him. He slid his hand along my
length, nestling against the mat of brown fur that covered my groin before
sliding back up, drawing another shot of jism to the tip where he swallowed
it before sliding his hand back down again.

My son was either very experienced or a natural at cocksucking because he
was able to drive a spike of sensation deep into my brain, erasing anything
aside from the sensations I was experiencing.

He dropped his other hand to my balls, gently kneading them. Despite his
gentleness though, I was in pain from the pressure of the load I hadn't
shot earlier and I moaned as he teased the juices around inside the
nutsack. It wasn't going to be long, I knew that and I moaned.

"I'm gonna cum!"

That send Tom into overdrive, his hand sliding up and down my shaft sped up
and the pressure increased as did his manipulations of my juice balls. The
tingling I felt in my groin grew stronger and spread along my legs and up
my chest. I thought I was having a heart attack with the tingling that
spread across my body but it centered in my balls and along my cock, the
hard shaft a spear of flaming heat as my boy flicked his tongue across the
sensitive crown.

A sudden drop and he buried my member deep in his throat before swallowing,
sending a pulse of pressure against my cock and taking me over the edge. I
roared, louder than I've ever done before and my ass lifted from the chair,
forcing my cock even deeper into his throat. But my son wasn't about to let
it go, he rose quickly, capturing the first blast of cream in his mouth,
tasting it before swallowing, the second and subsequent shots filling his
mouth almost faster than he could swallow.

I must have drained a gallon of cum before the spasms subsided and my ass
fell back to the leather padded chair. I was panting, my mouth gasping to
try to recover from the exertion of my orgasm as I watched my son rise, a
trail of cum along the side of his mouth where it had escaped, despite his
efforts.

I watched as my son stood there, his eyes glazed over in desire,
perspiration matting the shirt to his defined chest, his hands kneading the
mound in his jeans. I sat up, still worn out, and placed my hands on my
son's soccer built thighs. I rubbed up and down the denim before placing
one hand against the throbbing mound, feeling the wetness that had seeped
into his pants.

I popped the buttons on his jeans and the fabric fell off his hips like an
unveiling at a new car show. His cock was twitching inside an inadequate
jock strap as he moaned softly. We moved around to let him rest against the
dining room table as I massaged the cock that was only partially covered by
the white fabric.

The sparkling shimmer of light through his blonde hair dusting his belly
and thighs entranced me and I felt along his body drawing yet another
shudder from him. His cock had apparently had enough and forced its way
from behind the fabric, the purple head popping from under the elastic
spraying a drop of clear liquid onto my chest.

I leaned forward and licked his cock, as he had to me, and he groaned
loudly, a large drop of pre-cum oozing from his manhood onto my tongue. It
had been years since I tasted cum but Tom's was honey and almonds against
my fevered tongue. I lapped at the spongy head, savoring the juices that
flowed there.

My hands caressed his thighs and brushed against the thick knobs of juice
making nuts beneath a dense blonde bush. He shuddered each time I touched
him there and I felt the flow increase each time. My boy certainly had a
set of balls on him! But I needed to see him!

I reached behind him and grasped the straps of his jock, my hands caressing
the down covered globes of his ass before sliding the fabric down to
release the manhood before my eager lips.

Tom was beautiful. His thick shaft rose in a dense rod from a thick bush of
blonde, a coloration he had inherited from his mother. The crown to this
shaft was a purple head that flared to either side of a wide piss slit. I
grasped the meat and licked the head again before placing it into my mouth.

My son moaned loudly and leaned back, his head aimed toward the ceiling as
I lowered my face onto his cock. I continued my movement until the entire
seven inch length was buried in my face, the head throbbing against my
throat.

Sucking, I pulled back, draining another mini-load of juice from his balls
before diving back down and swallowing him again. I maintained this pace,
teasing him to even harder proportions, and savored the almost constant
flow of cum from his member. But I had an itch that I had to scratch and an
idea began forming in my mind.

I felt his cock growing and slowed my assault on his meat, making sure that
he would be primed for the next step. He moaned loudly and thrashed his
head about, the desire almost agony. But I need him inside me so I made
sure to use more than enough saliva to lube him up before I rose and turned
around, opening up my bud to his wide eyes.

I bent over the chair and moaned softly as he reached over to massage my
ass cheeks. I felt something wet and realized he had slipped a finger into
me, lubed with spit. It actually felt good and I felt a warm glow envelope
my sphincter as he probed gently. He massaged around, loosening me up
before he knelt behind me and darted his tongue into my love chute.

The sensation almost sent me over the edge again and I felt my cock harden
quickly, the blood flowing into every cell of my shaft. The groan I let out
was begging my son to penetrate me but he continued to tease with his
mouth, licking against my opening and back down to tickle my balls before
diving back inside.

I backed into his face, the rough stubble scratching another sensation into
my backside. He made everything wet and loose enough before standing again
and placing the thick cap of his cock against my rosebud. I relaxed and
moved back quickly, popping my boy's cock into my ass with a short jolt
that drew a gasp from my son and a moan of pleasure form me.

This wasn't what I remembered it had been. The feeling of fulfillment
enveloped me with a warmth I had never know before and I craved more. Tom
waited for me to make the move so I shoved back slowly, his shaft inching
its way inside me with a warmth all its own. As I felt the fur of his bush
tickling my ass cheeks, he thrust forward just a bit, jabbing his cock
against my prostate sending a spike of joy deep into my brain where sparks
flashed. My own cock jerked, drooling cock-snot onto the chair beneath me.

Tom then began slowly sliding back until just the crown was embedded,
leaving me feeling empty, before diving forward and burying himself to the
hilt in my willing ass. Each time he dove forward, he smacked against my
prostate, driving more cream from my shaft to land on the chair. I felt
warm and complete as my son fucked me, his shaft filling me perfectly.

I couldn't stop moaning and groaning with pleasure as he fucked me,
relatively slow but thoroughly, for several minutes. But I knew that he
wouldn't last that much longer, I could feel the churning of his balls
against my ass. He started speeding up and I knew that it was time.

I grabbed my own member and began jacking the flaming meat as he moved
faster and faster. Suddenly he stopped, the trembling of his cock inside me
the only movement before opening the gates and releasing a torrent of cum
into my ass. The first shot hit my prostate and sent another spike into my
brain. This one, however, hit me just right and I suddenly erupted a geyser
of jism into the air, most of it landing on the chair but still more
spraying in an arc away from me.

Tom jerked his cock in my ass, my sphincter grasping his member tightly,
refusing to let go as he sprayed load after load into my hungry chute. He
cried out and grunted as each shot sprayed inside his dad and I almost fell
from the intensity of the orgasm I had. As we wound down, he fell against
my back, the light covering of fur on his chest tickling my back. I leaned
against the chair, my head hanging in exhaustion.

We remained there for a few moments, Tom's cock not quite softening inside
me, panting. He raised up and slowly slid his cock out of my abused ass,
the feeling of emptiness almost overwhelming. But we both needed to sit.

As we faced one another I wasn't quite sure what to say but again, Tom
surprised me.

"I love you Dad. This was awesome! I never thought it would actually happen
but I wanted it to!"

I stared at him, my eyes wide with amazement. "You wanted this?"

He grinned that sheepish smile of his. "Hell, Dad. I've always had a thing
for you. And when I found out that you wrote half the stories I read on
Nifty, I knew that i had to find a way of making this happen. I just never
figured it would be like this!"

I started to speak but realized I had nothing to say as he grinned at me. I
felt the smile cross my face as well. Maybe I had wanted it to happen too,
that's why I had written all those stories about men with high school
boys. And here it happened!

"You read those stories I wrote?" My voice was quiet but wondering.

"Oh yeah. You have a way of writing, Dad! I actually sent you an email from
one of my anonymous accounts too. I love how you write!"

I reached over and placed my palm against his face. Tom kissed my hand and
looked into my eyes. I had to grin. "Well, boy. I think I have another
story to write now, if you'd like. But this one will definitely be a
different kind of love story!"


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