Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2012 19:14:26 -0400 (EDT) From: Tj Morgan Subject: Just Like His Mother The following story is a work of Fiction. The work is of the erotic nature and has explicit gay sex. If you are not allowed by law to view this story or are offended by such material, close out now. Copyright 2012 Email me with any feedback or story ideas that you would like me to write about. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Dad! I'm home from my run!" I looked up from the washer to see my 15 year old son, TJ, come bounding in the back door. His shoes and socks were muddy, which told me he had not stuck to the normal path. "About time. You should have been home a half an hour ago." "Sorry, I took a different path and it didn't lead where I thought it would." "Well, you gotta jump in the shower. We've got that thing for your aunt tonight." "Wait, what thing?" I sighed. Yet again, I had to re-explain something to him. "It's a good thing you're cute, dude, because, wow. You're aunt is playing the piano in the show at the community center tonight. She was hoping to have us there." "Really? Can't we stay home?" "Sorry, kiddo. Go take your shower." He was half-way up the stairs when I remembered the laundry. "Hey, get back here. I need those clothes in the washer." TJ came clomping back into the laundry room , taking off his Lakers t-shirt. I secretly marveled at how well he had developed through the years. Once upon a time, he was my `little man' flexing his scrawny arms to show muscles he did not have, his pale white skin a stark contrast to his deep black hair. Now, he was 5' 10", thin, tanned, and had definite muscles building. As he lifted his shirt above his head, I couldn't help but notice the small patches of hair underneath his teenaged pits. Unconsciously, my eyes traveled down his firm stomach to a small patch of hair that snaked its way from his belly button to hide under the band of his gold and purple shorts. I found myself wondering what he would look like without them on. TJ took off his socks and threw them in the washer after his shirt. He turned and started to go back up stairs. "Wait! I need all the clothes." He turned around and gave me a "Are you serious?" look. "Are you serious?" "Look, I need all the laundry done. And if you want those for this week, they need to be washed. Now." "But, Dad, I'd be (he whispered) naked." "Oh come on, it's not like I've never seen a penis in my life." He cringed at that comment, as though appalled that his old man would know, let alone say, a word like "penis". "Well, you haven't seen mine! At least not in like, what, since I was 5?" "Actually, when you were 13. When you got that tick, in that place..." He blushed. "Come on, just do it and get it over with. If it makes you feel comfortable..." I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it in the washer. Next, I hooked my thumbs in the band of my sweat pants and began to push them down. "Whoa! Whoa! What are you trying to do, burn my eyes?" I pushed the sweatpants down to the floor. "Look, you want to do track next year? Get used to seeing guys naked. And besides, you get a chance to see what you'll look like when you're my age." "What? Old and wrinkly?" I knew he was kidding. Having been on the swim team from elementary school through college, and now coaching the team at the high school, I had kept a very good figure. And if I may say so, my nine inch cock was pretty nice, too! I threw my sweatpants into the washer and stood there before me teenaged son, naked. It took only a moment for him to realize that I had not been wearing any underwear. "Really? Commando?" I just smiled at him, my cock beginning to stiffen with the thought of my son getting naked. "Come on, your turn." He shook his head a little then, honestly, to my surprise, he dropped his shorts and his plaid boxers. I stood there, stunned, as I looked at my son, naked for the first time in two years. What a fine young man he had grown into. My eyes found the trail of hair that started at his belly and followed it downward, to a small patch of deep, dark hair. Beyond that was one of the most impressive cocks I had seen in a long time. Unlike mine, his mother had insisted he not be circumcised. I was against it because of possible health issues, and extra cleaning that I would have to teach him to do. As usual, she got her way. Now, I looked at that fine, uncut cock and was glad we had left it intact. "Dad? So, can I go take my shower now?" I snapped back to reality wondering how long I had stared. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, go ahead. Don't lock the door, though. I have to get in there to shave." TJ turned and bounded up the stairs. I couldn't help but notice his smooth, small, bubble of a butt jiggling as he climbed. "Damn!" I thought to myself. I realized that I had been rubbing my cock which was now nearly completely hard. What the hell was I thinking? This is my son and all I could think of was how fucking hot he was. I shook my head to clear the thought. I walked up the stairs, my hardening cock bouncing the way before me. I stopped at the bathroom door and, hearing the shower running, peaked in. Through the opaque shower door, I could see my son's incredible figure as he washed himself. I found myself desiring to be in there with him. I watched as the water and soap cascaded down his hard, youthful body. His hands moved gently over his body. I could tell he was enjoying the shower. I almost lost my load as I watched his left hand begin to caress his hardening cock. He stood there for a moment or two just soaping up his beautiful dick, his head arching slightly back as he enjoyed the feeling. Suddenly my horny son jumped, startled, as I leaned against the door and it banged against the wall. Damn! And I was so much enjoying the show. "Just me," I called. I need to shave before we go to the show. "Whatever," he said, as though there was nothing unusual going on. I looked around the counter and realized my razor was not there. I thought for a moment before realizing I had last used it in the shower. "Crap," I said aloud. "What?" "I think I left my razor in the shower. Can you grab it for me?" "My hair is full of shampoo and I can't see anything. Just get it yourself. Crying out loud, you've already seen me naked anyway." I thought for sure he would be able to hear my heart beating as I pulled back the curtain. Seeing the water and the soap all over his body made me want him even more! *No, don't think that way!* I climbed in the shower and reached behind him, my body just mere inches from his own. He was washing his hair, so he had his arms above his head. His armpits, with the faint wisps of pit hair, were just begging for me to lick them. My breathing was shallow and my cock was so hard it was beginning to hurt. "Dad?" "Yeah, uh, it's on the shelf behind you. Just gonna reach behind..." The razor slipped out of my fingers and onto the floor of the shower, just behind my son's feet. I knelt down to pick up the razor. Honestly, that is what I intended to do. That was, until I lifted my head and found my son's stiffening cock less than an inch from my face. How I wanted to take that throbbing piece of meat into my mouth, to suck his cock until I tasted his youthful cum. TJ finished washing his hair and moved to rinse the shampoo off. When he did, his soft, smooth cock hit me on the face. "Oh, god, Dad. Um, I'm... wow. Sorry!" I stood up and met his eyes. The pale blue reminded me so much of his mother's. I couldn't resist. I reached my hand and touched his cheek. "Your eyes are so much like your mother's." He smiled, and blushed slightly. "Yeah, I've been told that." We stood there for a moment, though it seemed an eternity, and just looked into each other's eyes. Suddenly, my son raised his left hand and placed it gently on my chest. He caressed my chest between my nipples, running his fingers through the small amount of hair I had there. My hand was still on his cheek and began to caress it, feeling the beginning of the stubble that comes on with adolescence. TJ's hand found its way to my right nipple. He played with it lightly, then gave it a slight tweak. I gasped as a tingling ran through my body, all the way to my toes, and my cock. "Sorry," he said quietly. "I... I didn't mean to..." "No, no. It's not that. It's just that, well, no one has touched me like that since your mother..." my voice faltered and my eyes misted. I have always enjoyed the thought of being with a man, but TJ's mother was the one woman who had truly stolen my heart. She was the only one that, though she did not know it, was able to take my affections away from a man. When she died four years ago, I did not have the heart to look at another woman. Or a man. Now, here I was with someone who could, potentially, meet both those needs. TJ wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "I miss her, too," he said. We stood there, the warm water falling over us. I became aware that we were naked, our bodies locked in a tight embrace, our cocks, mine and my son's, pressing against each other. I realized, then, that mine was not the only one beginning to get hard. In our embrace, I found that my mouth was right next to my son's right ear. I couldn't stand it any longer and figured if I had already come this far, how far could I go? I turned my head slightly and began to suck on my son's ear lobe. I gently bit down and felt his body tense. At first, I thought he would pull away and freak out. Then I hear a sharp intake of breath and felt his body press harder against mine. I realized he was pushing his cock into mine. My son, the child I had raised from a baby, was humping my cock! As he gently thrust his pelvis into mine, he moved his hand down my back, lightly dragging his finger nails across my skin. The feeling made me quiver and, involuntarily, I pushed forward, away from his hand and right into his cock. Before I knew it, his hand had found the crack of my ass, his fingers beginning to explore. I realized that he wanted this just as much as I did. I stopped sucking his ear lobe, pulled my head back to look into his eyes again. Then, before I lost my nerve, I placed my lips onto his. He had the same soft lips as his mother, but when he kissed me, he had a passion, a desire, a longing that she never had. We kissed long and hard. I realized that this may be the first kiss my son had ever had. My tongue found its way into his mouth and it was not long before he was fucking my mouth with his tongue. I reached behind and grabbed his teenaged ass, pressing him harder into my cock. I wanted him so fucking much and I suspected he wanted me as much. Suddenly, I stopped kissing him. As I pulled away, TJ leaned forward, clearly not wanting it to end. "Wait," I said. "I need to know, are you okay with this?" He smiled, and I melted. "I want this so fuc... I mean, yes, I want this so much!" I smiled as he stopped himself. Here he was naked, rubbing cocks and kissing his old man and he was still worried about swearing in front of me. "TJ, I know sometimes young boys and their friends... experiment. Have you ever... you know?" He smiled. "There's been a couple times that I've wanted to, but I didn't know what they would say, so no." "So you've never sucked a cock before?" He shook his head. I smiled. "Then I want to be your first. Just like I was your mother's first." I chuckled at his expression. "Now there's a visual for you!" He laughed a moment, then looked back at me. "What do I do?" I gently pushed on his shoulders, brining him to his knees. His mouth was level with my cock and I could see the hunger in his eyes. "Take my cock in your mouth, slowly, just a little at a time until you get used to it. Be careful of your teeth. " I watched as he opened his mouth, his tongue tasting the tip of my cock. Electricity went up and down my body and I wanted to shove the cock in my son's mouth so much! But, I knew I had to let him take it at his own pace. Slowly, his mouth encircled my dick. He moved his head back and forth, his teeth just barely touching my shaft, making me desperate to cum. Little by little, he took more and more of the shaft. Finally, he was able to take nearly the whole thing and had started sucking in a wonderful rhythm. I dare say he was even better than his mother! "Mmmmm, oh yes! Rub my balls, boy, not too hard, though." He reached under my sac and began to rub my balls. He fingered them gently, and from the way he was doing it knew that he must play with his own balls when he jerks off. Thinking of my son masturbating brought me to the edge, I could feel my cum ready to blow. My breathing became heavy, but I had to urge my boy one more time. "I'm gonna cum! Don't swallow, uh, just... just hold it in your mouth. Oh fuck!" I grabbed the back of his head and held him against my cock as my cum shot hot streams into his virgin mouth. It was the most intense orgasm I had had in so long. I could hear TJ gag as the new experience overtook him. After about five spurts of cum into his mouth, I couldn't take his sucking me, every nerve in my body was tingling and sensitive. I pulled out and knelt down, kissing him, the cum I had just shot into his mouth, the cum that gave him life, passed between us, each of us tasting the salty, sticky mess. We stopped kissing, our faces cheek to cheek. My breathing was coming in hard gasps and I knew I had to give my son something for his wonderful performance. I stood, pulling him up with me. "I think it's time my boy became a man." I had reached behind him and a small amount of shampoo on my hand. When I began to lube his wonderfully hard cock, he moaned, closed his eyes, and leaned back. I almost continued to stroke his teenaged cock, but I had other plans in mind. I stopped stroking and he looked at me, he had obviously expected I was going to give him a handjob. "Do the same as you did when you sucked me, a little at first, gently, then more and more until it's all in." He looked at me, clearly not understanding what I was referring to. I turned around and bent over, exposing my ass and my waiting hole to his virgin cock. He stood there for a moment before he realized what I intended. Hesitantly, he stepped forward, the tip of his slippery cock touching the rim of my hole. TJ reached out and placed his hands on either side of my hips. Slowly, gently, he pulled me back while pushing forward. I felt his hard, hot piece of meat invade my hole. I couldn't help but moan slightly as I felt his cock enter me. "Oh, god, I missed that," I breathed. I caught myself as I realized what I had just let slip. I looked back, scared, but saw that my son was too caught up in feeling my ass hole wrapped around his cock to have heard what I said. The sight of my incredibly handsome son getting ready to pound my ass caused my dick to get hard again. I felt TJ's cock slip in and out, each time exploring farther and farther inside his father. He moaned as the new sensation flooded his body. I moaned as his cock invaded mine. It wasn't long before we were moving together, in, out, in out. I could tell he was getting to the point where he would cum as he began to pump faster and harder, a gentle, "slap, slap, slap" each time his pelvis rammed my ass. Suddenly, he began to dig his nails into my hips and I knew he was about to cum. TJ let out a slight cry as he tried to push his cock farther into me than he ever had. I felt his hot cum explode in my ass. Two, three, four shots that I felt, though he kept pounding a few times more. "Oh, god. Oh my god," was all he could say. Finally, his tense body began to relax and he pulled his waning cock from my cum-soaked ass. I reached around and felt the cum leaking out of my hole. I could not believe how incredibly hot today turned out. I turned around and pulled my naked son, with his cum dripping cock into my arms. I held him tightly until his breathing returned to normal, the gently turned his face toward mine. We kissed again, gently, lovingly this time. "Dad?" he said finally. "Yes?" "I don't think we're going to make the concert. What are we going to tell Aunt Gayle?" I smiled, reached down, and gave his softening cock a light stroke. "I'll just tell her something came up." We both laughed, then hugged, then kissed again. "Dad?" TJ asked again. "Yes?" "Can, can we do this again?" I thought about all the things that were wrong with what had just happened. Then I thought about all the things I enjoyed about it. "First, you do realize that not only am I an adult and you are a child, but you are my son, right?" "Uh, yeah." "I do not want you to do anything that you are uncomfortable with. And, obviously, you can't tell anyone. But, if you want to, then I want to." He looked into my eyes, wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me tight. "I love you, Dad." "I love you, too, son."