Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2013 17:05:39 -0500 From: Jason Jones Subject: "Just Us Men" Story Part 1 Thank you for reading this story. I will try my best to update the story every week or so. I have turned a legal age to share this story, and if you are not of legal age to view this story, then please leave. Sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes! (It was not written on a computer.) Any feedback is greatly appreciated at jasonnifty@gmail.com Just Us Men I like to say that I have lived a privileged life. I've never really had to worry about much. I was born when my parents where both 16, but was raised by my father's mother, my grandmother. My mother left, to who knows where, soon after I was born. I've been taken care of by my grandmother since when I was born, to when my dad was able to take care of me. Don't get me wrong, it's not that my dad didn't want so see me or anything, he was just busy. He had to finish high school, and then go to the marines. When he came back, he started college to start a career. He would visit me with my grandmother now and then. I may not have my biological mom, but I consider my grandmother just that. My family was in a situation where we never had to worry. (Finance-wise) my grandfather and mother were both pretty successful in life, and they made sure I was taken good care of. My name is Jason. I have blue eyes, and dark brown hair. I've been playing football and soccer since I was a little boy. It's something that I enjoy very much. My father would usually train with me, even going to the gym with me to help me get pumped up. He's pretty attractive himself. His name is Michael. He's all man. He has dark brown hair like mines, but hazel eyes. He is very muscular. From the Marines, and just working out because, he is a pretty big guy. Although he's bulked up, he doesn't look like one of those muscular freaks at body building events. He has a smooth chest, with rock hard chiseled abs, and bulging arms. I started living with my father when I was about 12 and a half. He's a pretty cool guy. I think of him more as my best guy friend, more than an actual father, but I still respect him. He's an awesome person, and pretty laid back. He was never strict, or assertive. Nor should he have been, I was a pretty good kid myself. It's more like I was living with my best friend. Some people would probably say that he's too laid back. You see, he's not like most other fathers. We do things that most other families would probably never do. When I turned 13, he gave me the "talk" about stuff like sex, and puberty. Most dads would probably tell their sons the basics. Not my dad. He showed me everything. He showed me how my body would change, how to masturbate, and how to fuck. I remember he let me explore his grown man body when he taught me about puberty, comparing my younger body, to his more developed body. When we jacked off, he showed me by letting me watch, and mimic his actions, even showing me different techniques. When he taught me about sex, he demonstrated on a realistic sex doll, that was only the torso, the kind that are expensive, but very satisfactory. We both usually walk around the house in nothing but our boxers, or a white sleeveless tee. After I hit puberty, he told me that he remembered what it was like to be my age, and how often he would want to "relieve" himself, referring to masturbation. He said it was OK for me to jack off whenever I needed. "We're guys, were horny, we can't help it." I remember him saying. He would even jack off in front of me. He explained that there was no need to go to the "privacy" of our rooms. Only us two were in the house. Only two men. Men are men, and when a man needs to squirt some quick cum, he should be able to. Say we're watching the TV at night, in the living room. At times he would just dig into his boxers, and play with his balls. Sometimes it would be a full jack off session, or he would just toy around with his balls. Either way, I would be ok with it. Even next to me, it's ok if he jacks off. I do the same. When I reached a point in puberty where the slightest thing would make me horny, I would rush home, and jack off as soon as I sat down on the couch. I would just pull my phone out, look at some quick porn, and shoot a load, all with my father in the same room. There's really no privacy in our home. We don't need it. We would take showers together, and jerk off, but we wouldn't really touch each other. Our bedrooms were connected by a bathroom. Sometimes my father would walk in to take a piss, with my side of the bathroom door open. I wouldn't care, he would just piss, and if I glanced over, I could easily see his cock, spewing out piss. I've always had a small attraction to men in the back of my head, especially my dad, but never really acted out on it. Only when I was feeling very horny, would I watch some gay porn and actually get off to it. I guess I'm bisexual, with a leaning more towards females. We have a small covered shelf on our tv stand that contains lubes, and porn. We use it regularly. My dad gladly goes down to the porn shop if I ever want a new movie, or if we run out of lube. I swear, living with my father is the best. This all started when I was 16, and my father 32. I was sitting on the living room couch, watching some TV show, that I can't remember at the moment. I was only wearing a pair of boxers, the usual. I heard my dad coming down the stairs. Coming into the living room, he let his large figure drop into the sofa, next to me, wrapping his right arm around my shoulder. He was also wearing only a pair of boxers. "What ha watching dude?" He asked. "Just some show." I responded, not thinking much of it. Time passed on, neither one of us saying much, just watching TV. After some time, I glanced over an noticed my had dug into his boxers, and was gently playing with his balls. I usually know when he jacks off, since we usually don't do it in privacy, and the last time he had jacked off was three weeks ago. I remember he told me he read somewhere that if you go an extended period of time without sex or masturbation, you next orgasm will be better than the ones you regularly have. "Off of your "no-jacking-off" plan?" I asked "We'll, it should be four weeks, but three is good enough." He said. "Put on some porn, and hand me some lube." He said as he signaled me to the cabinet where we keep our porn. I walked over, and popped in some porn on the DVD player, and tossed him the bottle of lube. I slipped off my underwear, and sat next to him. "I think I'll join you." I said. "That's my boy" he responded, putting his arm round my shoulders, and giving me a friendly shaking gesture. We both lubed up, and started stroking our cocks. Both cock, slippery, we vigorously beat our meat as we focused on the porn. My father and I were both sitting back on the sofa, with his arm around my shoulders, and jacking off with the other one, like a real jack off between gather and son. We jacked off for about half an hour. At this point, I was ready to cum, and I could tell so was my father. We usually stop right before we feel the orgasm, and then it recedes. When we were ready to ejaculate, the feeling is amazing. I looked over at my father, and his face was a reddish-pink color, so what his chest. He was vigorously playing with his cock head. Biting his lip, and taking in the pleasure, he played with his manhood, which hasn't been touched in a long time. The whole sight of my dad's steamy body being self-pleasured was unbearably hot. The little idea in the back of my head that was attracted to my father sparked. I wanted him. I wanted to touch is manhood, and pleasure him. I reached over to his penis, and gripped his cock. He opened his eyes, and looked over at me. He just gave me a quick nod and a squeeze on the shoulder. I gained approval. I couldn't believe it. I actually had my dad's cock in my hand; it was mine to play with. I stroked the thick, slippery cock in a fast movement. I played with his head, and stoked from tip to base. "Fuck!" My father said as he gave a quick jump, and clinched my shoulder. I hit the sweet spot. I kept on doing what I was doing. Looking over at my father, I saw him panting, and clinching the sofa from the unbearable pleasure he was feeling on his cock. I stroked harder, and played with his head with my thumb, in a circular motion. This sent him into a frenzy. "OOOOOOO Fuck. Dude, I'm about to cum." He whispered, as he squirmed and jittered about. When he came, it shot out in long, fast quirts. His body stiffened up, and the look of sheer pleasure on his face was obvious. He got come on his chest, my hands, the carpet, and just a smidgen on our coffee table. "Damn...." He just said, and he sat back, catching his breath. I then worked on myself. I played with my shaft and head. The cum on my hands added lubrication. I got short feelings of pleasure, knowing orgasm was near. I then my father lean into me, and play with my lower stomach. I didn't mind, it was hot. He went lower. Touching my balls, he massaged them. He later went down to my ass. I was a bit cautious, but something about him, just calmed me. He slowly slid his fingers, past my cheeks, and on the door of my ass hole. He didn't penetrate it, but rubbed it. The feeling of him rubbing on my hole while I jacked off, and cumming was like no other. The feeling of ecstasy filled my body, and cum came shooting out of my cock, pointed directly to my face. I got come mostly over my chest, and some on my chin. I panted, and rested for a few seconds. My dad still rubbed my hole, while dribbles of cum still poured out of my cock. Silence and stillness suddenly filled the room. No one was moving. The porn was over. The house was still, and the atmosphere was hot. The only sound was our small breathing. Still with a finger near my ass, my dad lingered over me. Our faces were very close. I could feel the warm breath from his nose on my lips. Our faces were not even an inch apart. My eyes looked up, and met my fathers. My dad slowly leaned in, giving me a small peck on the lips. He then, went in for another, a more "manly" one as he would put it. He smothered our lips together, holding me very tightly. Our tongues broke the barriers that were our lips, and met each other. We made out, as our hot, muscular bodies rubbed against each other. He licked most of the cum from my chest, and we resumed kissing. Cum swapping, we cleaned our mouths of my cum. We stayed kissing passionately for about a good half hour. When he retreated, he stood up, and gave me a helping hand to stand up. Without saying a word, he picked up our boxers from the floor, wiped cum off the coffee table, and silently led me upstairs. We went into the bathroom, and he ran a bath. We just stayed there in silence. I didn't really know what to say, I'm guessing he didn't either. When the bath was ready, he led me into the tub. He sat down first, then I sat down, in front of him. I could feel his flaccid cock and balls against my lower back. He splashed water on my chest, and arms. He slowly rubbed my chest, mainly to wash off any remaining sticky cum. He pressed down firmly on my chest. After a while, he grabbed my nipples with his thumb and middle finger. He pinched and played with them. He kissed my neck, and my ear. After we washed off, he dried off. He led me to his bedroom, and we laid down on his bed, naked. He pulled the covers over us. He hugged me, his forearms over my chest, genitals near my ass. We dozed off, and fell asleep.