Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2011 07:58:28 -0800 (PST) From: J S Subject: Football Party Part 3 Hello again everyone. I know it's taken me some time to continue to you all but I've been busy as most of you can agree on with work. But anyway, what I write here is true and everytime I write about it, I realize how lucky I am. P.S. Please don't steal, ever. The next morning, I felt the sunlight coming into my room. I looked up towards the window and saw the beautiful day ahead of us. I lifted my head up and rested on my elbows on top of my bed. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and instantly remembered what had happened the night before. I looked to my left and saw Ryan asleep, facing the wall to his right with his chest facing the ceiling. I marveled at his chest again and saw how it moved up and down, his nipples sitting on his pecs, waiting to be touched. I moved my hand slightly over them, not letting myself fully touch them. I moved closer to his body and moved the sheets a little more down across his body. I saw his incredible abs and soft skin. I looked back up to his face and saw his soft brown hair on top of his beautiful face. I felt the sensation in my body to reach over and kiss his soft lips in the sunlight that was coming into my room but I felt that somehow, a kiss to his lips would be too much. Yet the anticipation of doing something like that was consuming me so I turned around and faced the ceiling as my son was doing. I put my hand to my hardening prick and felt the heavy balls that were resting between my thighs. I remembered the night before and how amazing the entire moment was. How after we finished, we just laid in bed, resting in each other's bodies. I opened my eyes to see that Ryan was still asleep so I stood up and went to the bathroom and started up the water. I walked in and felt my now hard dick sticking out into the air. I put some soap into my hand and began to rub myself all around. The perfect morning could only be more perfect if Ryan would have joined me in the shower but he didn't wake up until after I walked back into the room. "You should have woken me up," he said as he leaned on the headboard and wiped his eyes. "No, you were sleeping well," I said and continued to wipe the water from my hair on my towel. "You look good wet," Ryan said and again I smiled at the kid. "Thanks," I said and walked over to my dresser and opened it for a new pair of boxers. "What do you want to do today?" Ryan said and I looked over at him, amazed at how he acted as if nothing new had happened between the two of us. "I'm not sure," I said and put the boxers while the towel was still at my waist. "Modest today?" Ryan said laughing and moving his hand to his crotch to scratch himself. "Not really," I said and wondered if I was going to be the weird now between us. "Want to go to the park again?" Ryan asked me, the smile on his face. "And do what?" I said to him, sitting back on the bed. "Just throw the football around," he said and moved over to me and I felt his warm hand on my chest, where the now fainter bruise was resting. "I'm sorry," he said and I nodded at him, loving his touch on my skin once more. "I'm really glad for last night," I said to him and looked at his eyes. He was looking into mine and then nodded back at me. "Me too dad." Ryan then leaned back on the bed and the sheet moved more to his feet and I could see his soft dick hanging on the side of his thigh, the balls under his dick, just as amazing as the night before. "I can't believe how much you look like me," I said to him and he gave a smile more to himself. "Me too," he said and stood up from the bed as he made his way to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I got up from the bed and started to put the rest of my clothes on for the warm day and then went downstairs to get started on breakfast. I was making French toast this morning and when I was finished, Ryan had walked into the kitchen just as I was setting the plates on the table. "Smells great," he said and sat down in his seat. I did the same and we quietly ate until Ryan spoke towards the end of the meal. "Dad, are you feeling weird about last night?" "A bit," I said truthfully to him, knowing that it might hurt his feelings when he seemed so pleased with the way things had worked out. He took a breath and then leaned back on his seat. "I'm not. Dad, I honestly can tell you that what happened last night has been an amazing thing for me. I really believe that. I love that I can see you and hear you, and feel you to be honest. You made me feel so great last night that I don't want you to feel guilty or weird around me. Nothing bothers me about last night and I want you to know that," Ryan said to me. "I know, I can tell but it's just something that I need to let sink in, I guess," I confided in and resumed finishing my breakfast. "Okay, well, I'll go do my own thing today and you can think about whatever you want to today, all right?" Ryan said and I had to take him on his offer, feeling so thankful to him for understanding the difficulty of the entire thing. "I'll see you later," Ryan said when he stood up and took his sink to the kitchen. I didn't see him leave the house, only heard him, and I slowly drank the rest of my orange juice until I felt that I could stand up and get on with my own day. I washed the dishes and cleaned the rest of the kitchen up. I was thinking of what I could do for the rest of my day and decided on going back to the park, as Ryan had said. I walked over and on my walk I was hearing my music on the music player that I rarely heard unless I was working out. I loved the neighborhood I lived in and as I passed the other dads from the block, I would nod at them and continued walking. Some were watering their front lawns or setting the sprinklers that would do it for them. Some were getting ready to wash their cars and others were on their morning run. I wondered what they would think about me if they knew what my night had been like and if they had ever been in such a situation. As I was thinking, I didn't really notice that I was already at the park. I knew that I was going to keep walking around, letting the air hit my face and just think about everything. It was about thirty minutes of being on my own when I saw from the corner of my eye someone now walking beside me. I turned and saw Scott, the guy from the store on Super Bowl morning whom I had felt a little bit of a hard on for. He was smiling and realizing that I still had my music on, I turned it off and put the headphones in my shirt. "Hey," he said and I had to take a second to respond to him, surprised. "Hey, what are you doing?" I said and realized that he had been running. I hadn't seen him before so he must've been running through the park instead of around it. "Just getting my morning jog in, and you?" "Just walking around, thinking." "About what?" "Crazy stuff," I said and couldn't believe my luck. "Good morning to think," Scott said and I remembered why I was so hot for him. His beautiful face was again before mine and I wanted to kiss him, feeling braver. I had to restrain myself though and I did. "Our team won," he then said and it took me a while to understand what he was talking about. "Oh yeah," I said feeling the warmth of embarrassment going to my face. "Packers, right." "How'd you celebrate he then asked me." I thought of that night with Ryan and how he had shown me his hard dick for the first time in my life. "It was a good night," I said leaving it at that. Scott nodded. "You live around here?" he then asked me. "Yeah actually some blocks from here," I said to him. "Oh wow, me too. Well, twenty blocks away but it's a good place to get a morning run in," he said. "Yeah," I agreed. "You doing anything today?" were his next words. "I don't think so," I said remembering that all I wanted to do was think about my situation with Ryan and nothing else. "Want to get some lunch later on?" "Sure," I responded, completely surprised that without even knowing me, Scott was inviting me to lunch. "All right, well, there's a place in town that serves beer battered onion rings, want to head over there?" "All right," I said and agreed to meet him around one. "See you then," he said and started running away from me again. I put on my headphones back in and saw as he ran along the street. His calves displayed for me to be aware of. I saw his strong back through his sweat stained gray shirt and wondered what he would look like after his work out, all sweaty and hot. I felt the boner beginning to start in my shorts and I had to make myself think of something else or else the people around me would call me a pervert and I was not in the mood for that. I then remembered why I was in the park in the first place. Ryan. I saw all of last night in my mind in a flash and for all the confusing thoughts that I was having, I couldn't deny that I had had a good and hot time with Ryan. I wondered what he was doing at the moment before I realized that my dick was getting harder by the second. I hated that feeling and decided to sit down on the grass to make myself go down before I went back home. I sat with my legs to my chest to hide my growing cock and saw some of the neighbors around the park already, most of them running with strollers in front of them. I would wave at them when they would see me but most of them continued on. When I had calmed myself down enough I got up and started going back home. I was feeling better about everything and the feeling of oddity that I had since the morning was now gone. I had done what I had done with Ryan and from what I had heard, neither of us hated it. As I was back in my neighborhood I saw the other fathers that were now mowing their lawns and all I could think about when I saw each of them was what they would look like naked. Some of them were pretty good looking and once in a while a hot ass father would present himself. I wondered how many would be good with messing around with another guy, namely me, but I continued walking, waving to them as I passed. When I got to my own lawn I saw that it could be another couple of days before I had to mow it. I walked into my house and feeling the precum that had accumulated in my shorts, I decided to take care of it. I went to my room and put on a DVD that I had bought when I was in college. I loved the shit out of that DVD with the actors and the great storyline that they had going on. I took off my shorts and boxers only to stay with my shirt on as I laid back on my bed and opened my legs as wide as I could. I lifted them up and had my asshole out in the air. I was jerking my dick as furiously as I could and I was thinking of what it would be like to join the two actors in the screen before I came all over myself. I lost it then and came while pointing my dick at the edge of the bed. I squeezed my dick until there was nothing left and felt the small amount of sweat that had built up on my forehead. I took a deep breath and took the sheets to wash. I went to the laundry room completely naked from the waist down and loved the feeling of cold air against my cock. I put the sheets to wash and feeling a rush of excitement I decided to just hang out with only shirt on. I knew I was going to eat lunch later on with Scott so I stayed away from the kitchen and went to the sofa in the living room. Knowing that I was clean, I sat down on the cool sofa and felt the cool against my bare ass. I loved the feeling and saw some of the cum that had poured out of my dick resting on the head of my soft dick. I turned on the television and enjoyed being able to just touch myself. I moved my finger to the head of my dick and started to play with the remaining sperm at the top and was just mixing it around and around with my finger, not really wanting to do anything to it. Feeling hotter than usual, I brought the sperm to my mouth and took the smallest taste of it. I was never one for eating cum but I felt excited at the idea and did it. It wasn't a bad taste but I just wanted to play around with it instead of doing anything else. Then the door started to open and I jumped up, sitting on the sofa. I knew it was Ryan but what if he wasn't alone? My mind was racing as to how I would explain it if he was with someone else but I didn't have enough time to run across to get to the stairs. I had to stay sitting down. "Dad?" I heard Ryan's voice first before I could see him. "Maybe he's not here," I heard a second guy's voice say and I instantly yelled out. "Ryan!" "Dad, where are you?" "Don't come in the living room." "Why?" he shouted out. "Just don't, go back outside and in one minute, come back in, please." "What are you doing?" he asked me. "Please just do as I ask." "All right," I heard him say and then he left with the door closing behind him. I peeked around the corner of the doorway and saw that he was gone so I dashed for upstairs and ran into my room. I put on another pair of boxers and shorts and even changed shirts because I was sweating from the fear now. I then heard the door downstairs open up again and I walked to my bathroom where I knew no one would hear me. I was so red because of the rush and embarrassment of almost being caught by Ryan and one of his friends. I had to calm myself down and then I decided to take a nap until it was time to meet with Scott. An hour later it was close to one o'clock so I hurried and walked out of my room. "Ryan?" I called out. No answer came from him so I went to his door and knocked. "Come in." "Hey Ryan," I said. "I'm going to meet a friend for lunch in town, I will be back later on, all right?" "Cool dad," he said and then I turned to see his friend who was sitting on his bed. The both of them had books opened all over the bed and I could tell they were doing their homework. "See you," I said and directed it at his friend as well who nodded and waved. I ran downstairs and got in my car. I drove into town and parked in the lot for the restaurant where Scott was meeting me. I went in and looked around but didn't' see him right away. I went to the right side of the restaurant and saw him sitting by the corner of the room. I nodded at him when he saw me and sat down in front of him. "Hey man," he said and I returned the hello. "Thanks for meeting me." "Oh sure, it's cool," I said to him and saw that we were alone except for two other people behind me. "You been here before?" he asked me when I was looking at the menu. "Once but not since then," I told him. "It's great here, I come by with my friends once a week." "Oh cool," I said and looked up when I knew what I wanted. The waitress came over and took the order for the two of us. "Can't believe the Packers won," were Scott's next words. I looked at him and knew that he had to be joking. The Packers were favored to win. "Yeah," I said smiling and looking around the restaurant to avoid as much obvious contact I could keep from Scott. "Pretty lucky that I saw you," he said and I looked back at him. "I wasn't sure I would." "I know, lucky," I said and smiled at him. He returned the beautiful smile that was just inviting me to lean over and kiss him but I couldn't. I didn't even know if he liked guys or females. I was thinking of what to ask Scott to continue talking to him but there were too many questions going on in my mind before I could choose one. He did though. "You been in the neighborhood long?" "Some years, yeah," I said to him. "You?" "Yup, moved here three years ago." "Oh, from where?" "New York." "Wow, pretty big adjustment." "I needed it," he said. Our drinks came and when the waitress left he asked me, "She's pretty cute isn't she?" "I don't know," I said not wishing to talk women with him. "Oh, you must be married," he asked me. "My bad man." "No, I'm, actually not," I informed him. "She's not in my life anymore." "Just like me," he said and I remembered how he told me in the store that his wife had left him. "Yeah," I said drinking from my cup. After our food arrived, we were beginning to talk with more ease. Well, at least I was since I was nervous but Scott was fine from the beginning. When it was time for desert he said, "I actually want a slice of the chocolate cake but I don't think I can finish it all. It's a pretty big slice. Want to share it?" "Oh uh, all right," I said and the waitress then came back with the big piece of cake for the two of us. We started in on the cake on both sides with our own spoons. It was a good slice and after some minutes our spoons were getting closer and closer to each others. I knew I was going to let him have the last piece but it came that he was going to do the same for me. I encouraged him to take it but he said we should split it. We put our spoons to divide the cake and then our fingers touched. I looked at him and he looked at me. I knew he wanted me then and there. His eyes were focusing in on me and I wasn't going to deny him. "Why did your wife leave you?" I asked, feeling brave. "She found out I don't like women," Scott said in a whisper but never losing sight of me. "Me too," I said and he slowly nodded. "Want to go to my place?" he asked me. I wasn't sure but the bulge in my pants was telling me I needed him. I nodded and we stood up to pay and then drove in our cars to his house. It was a nice house but I couldn't believe that it was just him by himself but I didn't say anything. We walked up to his front door and he opened it, allowing me to go in first. I stood in the doorway and he closed the door behind me. He put his arms around me and started to kiss my neck. I immediately moved my hand behind me and felt for his dick. Sure enough he was already hard and ready. I turned around and kissed his mouth. His face was soft as I ran my fingers across him. "I'm so glad we saw each other," I moaned into him. "Me too. When you were at the park with your son, I saw you. I wanted to go over and say hello but thought it better to not. I knew you had to live in the neighborhood so I went back to the store and park, hoping to see you but never did. Until today." He was holding me close to his body and we kissed for what seemed to be hours next to his door. He grabbed my hand and led me to the stairs which we then took up to enter his bedroom. His bed was large and I could tell he lived alone. There were clothes all around the floor and the scent of cum all over. I loved it and soon we were taking our clothes off for one another. Scott grabbed my shirt and lifted it up for me. As he did, he was kissing my chest and I was working on his shorts. They fell to the ground and then I moved my hand into his boxers until I found his rod with my hand. I held onto him as he moaned on my chest and he moved his hands to the waist of my shorts looking for the button to undo it. When he did, the zipper came next and the shorts fell to the ground. I stepped out away from them and lifted up his shirt to reveal the chest that I had been dreaming and wondering about. His light skin was covered in small amounts of brown hair and I could see that the dude had a v-shape going across his lower torso. I moved my hand and saw that he had a few pubic hairs on the top of his waistband and I moved my fingers over them, causing him to moan some more. We moved me to his large bed and I then felt his beautiful body on top of mine. Our chests were fighting with each other with our chest hairs and I loved every second of it. I moved my hands and fingers over the back of his thighs and felt the small hairs that they held. It was such a manly thing that I kissed him with more intensity. As we were now fighting with our own boxers to free our cocks, he did the favor for me and pulled down my boxers off of me. My dick was already leaking precum and he moved his hand over it, taking in my cum into his hands. He pulled down his boxers and I saw his hard dick bounce up and down. It was at least seven inches and that was enough for me. He moved his finger with my cum over his dick head and mixed his precum with my own. He was moving his hand back and forth, using his precum as lube on himself. I leaned back on his bed and grabbed a hold of my dick. I was looking at his ceiling, feeling his strong legs against mine. I looked a little down and saw Scott moving towards me. He stopped at my dick and I saw as his mouth opened to begin taking all of me in his mouth. I moaned as soon as we made contact. His warm mouth opened enough to take my dick and right away the slurping coming from his mouth and my cock was having me as hard as I had ever been. I put my hands to his head and started to move his head on my dick, acting like I had control of his mouth. I just wanted to feel his soft hair and a sense of control. The slurping sounds were so loud and enough to make me hornier that I was getting close to cumming. "I don't want to cum yet, let me do you," I said leaning up and Scott agreed. We changed positions and he was now laying on top of his bed. I was in between his legs, my hard dick against his bed sheets. My arm was touching his hairy thigh as I moved my mouth over his dick and started to take all that I could in. At seven hard inches, it was a lot for me. I tried my best though. He was moaning and his hands were moving all over his body. He was holding onto his chest, his abs, his nipples, anything to get him hotter. I was sniffing him as I sucked him and loved his smell of man. My mouth was enjoying every slurp it gave and before I knew it, I was moving his dick against my face. His cum was smeared across my cheek with my hand holding his hard dick. He looked down at me and smiled as he moaned together. I then put his dick in my mouth and would take in a deep breath, in order to make sure my mouth was getting all of his dick. "Oh fuck Jason," h e said, you're so fucking hot," he said to me. I was moving my hand across his abs, chest, feeling the light hair he had there. When I was getting hurt in my jaw, I moved my mouth from his dick and started to rub my dick against his asshole. His hot asshole. "Can I fuck you?" I asked him. "Fuck yeah," Scott said with a smile and then reached into his drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. I took the lube and set it beside me and then Scott opened up the condom. He grabbed a hold of my dick and held the tip of the condom as he let it take a hold of my dick. His hand was careful as he put the condom on. When he finished, he leaned back down on the bed and I opened the lube and applied a lot to my hard member. I used my hand and applied some lube to Scott's asshole which he quivered at. I laughed and loved his reactions. I moved my cock to his asshole and slowly I started to push inside. He was moaning with every slip as I went in but he loved it. When he had all of me in, he sighed and looked up at me. I smiled down at him and started to move my dick back and forth. I wanted to be with him so badly and here I was, entering the man I had met in the store on super bowl day. He was allowing me to put my hard dick inside of his hot asshole. In moments, we were fucking hard and fast. His moans were loud and welcomed. I felt my dick getting harder and harder with very thrust. The sweat that was covering his body was insane and a lot. I felt the sweat coming off my body and the moment I realized that my balls were now hitting his asshole, I felt closer to cumming. With that, I would thrust more and harder to feel my balls in pain. Scott was almost yelling, telling me that he wanted me more and more. His dick had never gone soft and I would even tug it and squeeze it when I felt that he wanted me to. We were fucking for thirty minutes until neither of us could hold on any longer. "I'm going to cum," Scott moaned and I pulled out of him and ripped the condom away from me. I moved down to kiss him and as our dicks once again met, I jerked the both of us as we kissed. He moaned into my mouth and I into his. The intensity of our orgasm was so loud that I wanted to be louder from the excitement. The hot cum covered my hand and our cocks. I continued to wipe my hand on my chest and his. He sighed when we were finished and I laid on his side of the bed, the both of us extremely tired. "Oh fuck, you were so fucking good," Scott said when he turned to look at me. "You were too," I said and then Scott leaned over to kiss me. I opened my mouth to his and we continued to kiss for ten minutes before the sleepiness started to come over us. We laid there and slept for a good portion of the day until I got a call from Ryan.