Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 04:25:00 EDT From: Dreamspinner501@aol.com Subject: Good Morning Champ pt 2 If the beginning of this makes little or no sense, please read chapter 1 of this series. I want to thank all of you who have been sending me your words of encouragment and critique. I will continue with this storyline only if it generates intrest. So please if you enjoy the story I am more than happy to respond to any emails that I get. Send them to DreamSpinner501@aol.com Enjoy! Good Morning Champ! Part 2 "Good Morning." Tim said cheerfully. Well, as cheerfully as he could, trying to fight this weird feeling he was having. "I can't believe that we just did that. I just let him suck me off. No that couldn't have possibly happened. No way me and my dad just did that. It had to be a dream, but it felt so really" Tim was silently wrestling with a two sides of a thought that he's not really sure is a reality. There was some vocal chatter going on in the room. Tim was aware of the noise, just not really sure what it was saying. "Timothy J. McNeal!" Thomas Bellow His deep voice bouncing off of the four walls and making the effect far more dramatic than he meant it to be. That snapped Tim back to reality. Thomas always called his son "Champ" more than he did by "Tim". For him to use Tim's full name something had to be wrong. If something was wrong than the whole thing had to be a dream. I mean, he could yell at someone whose cock he just had in his mouth, could he? "Huh", Tim answered "Did you hear anything I said?" "No" "What's with you, Champ?" "Sorry I was day dreaming." "Sorry don't' want to interrupt, so I'll make this brief. I just got called into the office. Apparently the new temp hasn't a damn clue how to do his job. So now I have to take my day off and retype the monthly reports that he was supposed to." "That sucks" "Yeah I know, but that's what the boss has to do." "You should fire him." "I should, but I need the help. He has good credentials, but no work ethic. He doesn't listen very well either. However, I'm going to personally show him the proper way to type up the monthly reports. If he gets it wrong again I'll have to show him how to retype his resume. Anyway I'm sure you don't want to hear all of this I just wanted you to know that I'll be leaving in the next few minutes. I've made breakfast. There's a fruit salad in the fridge, and there are waffles, eggs and sausage in the oven. I'll leave you some money so you can get your own lunch. Do you need anything else?" "Nope." "Alright then, Champ. Be good." "Bye, dad." Tim sighed a huge sigh of relief. His Dad didn't notice that Tim was sporting a MAJOR boner at this point. It was clear even through pajamas, two sheets and a blanket. Tim didn't know how his dad missed, but at this point he was glad he did. Tim was still a little confused about the previous night. Did everything he remember happen? And if it did how does this change the relationship. Tim looked down at his pulsating member and he no longer cared about the answers to those questions. "God! He was so fucking hot!" Tim said thinking aloud. Remember how good it felt to be held by the man who created him. Who wouldn't want him or want to be him. Thomas was 6'3 225lbs with perfectly tanned skin. Very muscular, not disgustingly so, but very fit. Though he works in his office most days, he has the muscles of a blue collar laborer. Those powder blue eyes match perfectly with his jet black short length hair. It's hard to guess this man's age. Thomas McNeal was knocking on 40 and he looked like God's gift to sorority girls everywhere. Not to mention his very large and very thick python of a cock. Tim was ecstatic that he had him all to himself. To feel the heat from his mouth on his then virgin penis. To feel his father's strong hands massaging the most intimate parts of his body. Parts that he now wants only his father to see, whether it happened or not. Well Tim wastes no time replaying in his mind's eye the events. Someway, sometime, Tim didn't know how or when, but his hand made its way to his little boycock. Tim continued stroking himself even after he was conscious of it. He removed his shirt so that while he was pleasuring himself, he could include other parts of his body. He somehow instinctively knew that playing with his little pink nipples would increase his pleasure. What he didn't know was the extent to which it would. Wave after wave of intense sexual pleasure went surging through Tim's body. It was a good thing he was all alone as he loudly moaned for the man whom he wanted more than any other. "Oh Daddddddyyyyy!" Tim was so loud one could swear that people miles away would have heard him. "Did you hear that Mr. Mc Neal?" Jeremy said "Hear What?" Thomas answered "Nevermind, sir" Jeremy stated, "Must've been hearing things." "Oh. Well, don't sweat it. It happens, now lets find out what the problem is Mr. Ricks." Thomas Said matter-of-factly. Obviously eager to get home and obviously annoyed with the fact that he has to come in and correct this person's work. "Well, sir. As I said on the telephone, I don't really understand what's wrong with the reports." "Well, Jeremy, I don't really expect you to know how to run this business in one day, but you do need to learn how to be accountable for your actions. "Thank you for the advice, sir" RIIIING, RIIING, RIIIING God, Thomas really hated technology sometimes. It was as if his cellular phone never stopped reading. "Uh, Jeremy hold on a sec, Excuse me." "Hello" "Hey, Champ. What's up?" "Where?" "Who's going to be there?" "That's all well and dandy, but I was referring to the parents." "Okay. Have them pick you up from the house and I want them to call me before you leave the house. Have them do that also. Call me when you are ready to come home." "I'm sorry Jeremy. That's my son calling wanting to go to a friend's house for a sleepover." "Family Life, Some of us are cut out for it, others aren't." "It's not hard. At least not for us. Me and my boy have a common bond. He's a natural athlete. That's why I call him champ. He wins every damn thing!" Jeremy was getting bored with this cat and mouse game. He was perfectly competent. He knew exactly how to do his job flawlessly, but he wanted a chance to be alone with the boss to see if he could get a "raise". Growing impatient he decided to rock the boat a little and be bold. He said "It must be nice. I guess I can see where your son gets his athletic ability." "Is that right?" Thomas said. He was thinking, however, something totally different. He's been watching Jeremy very closely since he hired him, mostly for two reasons. The first being that Thomas watches all employees closely to make sure that they are on task. Jeremy certainly is on task. Constantly the man is like a machine. So why was Jeremy fucking his work up now? Thomas' second reason for watching him may answer his question. Thomas found Jeremy attractive. There was no other way to say it. Thomas picked up on Jeremy's little flirtatious comment and followed accordingly. He quickly moved over the window of the main office that Jeremy shared with his co-workers and closed the blinds. With that he turned to Jeremy and asked him "Where?" as he removed his jacket, tie and shirt. Jeremy needed no further encouragement he rushed over to his boss and began kissing his perfectly formed pecks and abs. Moving up to his nipples Jeremy began to lick and chew on them like a nursing baby. Thomas' cock sprung to attention almost immediately and soon it was straining to get some freedom from his pants. He grabbed Jeremy and instructed him to remove both his own pants and those of his boss. Jeremy obliged and rather than dealing with the sensual act of slowly stripping. He savagely ripped and clawed at every article of clothing until they were both stark naked in he office. Jeremy being the good employee he dropped to his knees automatically. And boy did he know what he was doing. Jeremy deep throated Thomas long thick cock with the ease that only an experienced cocksucker can. Thomas tested the limits of his jaws by forcefully face fucking the young employee. Harder and harder Thomas pushed while Jeremy had a vacuum lock on his dick. Sweat pouring from both bodies made both men shine to perfection. Thomas then decide that he wanted more than just a hot mouth he grabbed Jeremy and turned him over on a desk and slammed his hard sex tool into him. Thomas used only Jeremy's saliva and his own precum as lube so Jeremy had a little bit to endure. Actually with a cock like Thomas' he had a lot to endure. Once the pain subsided. His world was opened up to a new dimension of pleasure. Never had he been fucked like this before. Thomas kept pistoning in and out of Jeremy's tight pink hole. It was now slick with sweat and loosened up so both men could enjoy the phenomenal kind of sex that only two men can enjoy. Jeremy felt his blood boiling in his body and reached down for his cock to stroke it. Before he could he blew a huge load all over the floor screaming, jerking, sweating, and writhing all the way as he screamed. "OH, FUCK ME MR. MCNEAL!!! OH, GOD YEEES! YEEESSSS! OH SHIT I'M CUMMING OH GOD MR. MCNEALLLLLLLL!!!" Thomas wasn't done yet, but almost as he could feel his balls tighten and he new was going to fill this young man's body with his seed. He turned Jeremy over again and as if on cue pulled his cock out of the manboy as the first of his 8 thick spurts splashed Jeremy's hairless face and chest. Thomas slammed his cock back into Jeremy and impregnates him. He shoots loads and loads of hot cum into Jeremy bowels filling him to his ears in semen. As the men were catching there collective breath. Thomas' phone rang again. It was Tim he wanted to come home right away. Thomas asked him if he could get to the office. Tim must have known his father all too well because he'd prepared for him to say that and was already there. Thomas had closed the blinds, but not locked the front door in his haste to floor Jeremy and his son had seen the entire ordeal. Tim said "Dad can I ask you a question?"