Date: Tue, 01 Jul 2003 19:25:55 -0400
From: Theo Author <darkscribe69@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Son Alec 3

My Son Alec

By Darkscribe69@hotmail.com

(Usual disclaimer applies)

This is a work of fiction. All characters herein are portrayed by actors 18
yrs or older.  (I love that line)

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Part 3: Jake.

The next weekend Alec was with his mother, so I decided to spend it working
on the deck I was building in the back yard. I eventually planned to have a
hot tub back there as well, but one thing at a time.

I'd been at it for a little while Saturday morning when the neighbor boy
Jake came out of his back door. He, his little brother and his parents
lived a couple of houses down, but I could still see him pretty clearly
from my perch on the deck. On this already warm summer morning he was
wearing his usual long baggy shorts low on his narrow hips and a loose,
cropped t-shirt. He sat on one of the chaise lounges they had out back and
started buckling on his rollerblades, then when he heard the hammering he
saw me working, waved and smiled briefly.

"Hope I'm not bothering you!" I called over.

"Naw, no problem."  He answered good-naturedly. "Just headed out for a
while." He stood up then on his blades, ran his fingers through his short,
curly blond hair, and pushed off, down his driveway in a series of powerful
strides. I admired how his muscled ass worked with each move. All too soon
he was out of sight down the street.

I worked for another hour or so and was working up a sweat. I was thinking
about taking a break when Jake reappeared. He'd taken his shirt off and
tucked in the back of his shorts. His hairless chest was gleaming with
perspiration in the summer sun and his hair was darkened with sweat. I
tried not to stare as he glided up to the back door and started to open
it. When he realized it was locked he fumbled in his pockets but apparently
came up empty. "Damn!" I heard him mutter, then he looked around in
frustration.

I couldn't resist. "Lock yourself out?" I asked.

His shoulders slumped. "Yeah, I'm a dumbass."

"Hey it happens to the best of us. When are your parents coming back?"

Instead of answering right away, Jake came over, trudging through the
intervening back yard, having to take exaggerated, careful steps in his
rollerblades He stopped just a few feet away, hands on slender hips. "Mom's
away all weekend at a conference, Dad and Jimmy went to a baseball game, so
they won't be back until late this afternoon. I'm stuck!"

"You're welcome to hang out here until they get back." I offered, carefully
sounding nonchalant.

"Are you sure?" Jake seemed relieved. "I don't want to be any trouble,
Mister Stephens."

"No trouble at all, Jake." I smiled. "I was just about to take a break and
get a

cold drink, would you like one?"

"Sure, thanks!  But. uh, actually, what I really need is to use the
bathroom."  He made a hilarious grimacing face for emphasis.

"Sure, come on in." I headed for the sliding door that led into the
kitchen.

Jake hurriedly unstrapped his rollerblades and followed me across the deck
in his socks.

I pointed Jake towards the main floor half-bath and got out a Coke for Jake
and a beer for myself, all the while trying not to think too much about the
cute teenager who was in my bathroom taking a leak, holding his young
cockÉ.  I wasn't succeeding.

Jake reappeared just then. "Whew, that's a relief! I was afraid I was going
to

have to water the bushes!"

I laughed and handed him the Coke, noting that Jake was about five-foot
nine, maybe three inches shorter than me. "Better not to risk getting
arrested for public indecency! What would your dad say?"

"Oh man that would be ugly!" Jake pulled a chair out from the kitchen table
and collapsed into it. I was glad to see him making himself at home. "Say,
where's Alec?"

"He's at his mother's this weekend on the other side of town, He spends
about equal time with each of us."

"Cool.  He's getting pretty good in his blades."

"Yeah, he says you've been helping him with that, nice of you. He doesn't
have an older brother to look up to like Jimmy."

"No problem, he's a good kid."

I couldn't completely suppress a laugh. "How old are you now, Jake?"

"I turned fifteen back in January. I'll be a sophomore this fall."

"Ah, practically an old man." I teased him gently. I couldn't believe I had
this hunky teenager here in my house, sprawled on a kitchen chair wearing
only his baggy shorts. I was just thinking about how I would love to lick
the sweat

off his lean torso, though I didn't dare try anything. But I figured it
wouldn't hurt to chat him up a little since he was here. "If you don't mind
me asking, do you lift weights? It looks like you have some nice definition
in your arms and chest."

"Um, thanks. You look like you work out yourself." He managed a quick, shy
smile back at me then before looking away again. His knees were bouncing up
and down nervously now. "I lift some at school, but that's all. I wish we
had weights at home but dad thinks they are dangerous."

"He's right, if you don't have a spotter. Actually I have one of those
Bowflex machines in the basement, and they are very safe.  You're certainly
welcome to use it any time that I'm home."

"Really!? That would be great!" Jake flashed a beautiful smile.

 "I can show you how it works now if you want."

"Sure!" He rose out of the chair, obviously eager.

I led him down to my finished basement. A pool table dominated the room,
but over at the far end was the Bowflex.

I set it up for chest presses and told him to lie on the bench. The flimsy
material of his shorts outlined what looked like a nice bulge at his
crotch. I watched him with growing lust as he strained through the sets,
his smooth chest pumping up, his back arching as he struggled with the last
few. "That's it, just a couple more." I encouraged him. Meanwhile I could
feel my cock starting to swell in my own shorts.

"Wow!" He collapsed, panting. "This thing is for real!"

I finished my beer and set it aside. Feeling emboldened, I did a quick
adjustment of my semi-hard cock while he was looking in my direction.


His gaze flicked to my crotch, then away. His legs started that nervous

bouncing again.

"Yeah you can really get a workout on it, get up a good sweat." I said,
then I adjusted again. He looked again. Then I looked at his crotch and I
could have sworn I saw movement there. "A little work and you'll have some
great definition. You've already got the beginnings of a nice six-pack
here." I leaned over then and put my hand on his flat stomach.

He jumped a little at my touch. "You think?" He asked breathlessly.

"Absolutely." I smiled, then began running my hand up and down. Part of me
was wondering what the hell I was doing, but I couldn't stop myself. My
fingers brushed the waistband of his shorts, then I brought my hand back up
to feel his smooth pecs. His nipples hardened as my fingers passed them. He
was breathing in shallow little gasps. "Does that feel good?" I asked.

He swallowed hard and nodded.

Then I went for broke. I worked back down over his beautiful stomach, then
over his shorts, and gently cupped his bulge. He felt semi-hard already. He
gasped then, but his legs spread wider, and he rocked up slightly to meet
my touch. His hands, still holding the strap handles, gripped them hard.

"Have you ever messed around with another guy, Jake?"

"WellÉ a little." He said very quietly, then looked away. I groped his
crotch shamelessly, feeling what seemed like a nice sized cock in there,
now hard as a rock.

He groaned, raising his hips up. This kid was on fire!  Stroking him
roughly through the shorts with one hand, I resumed caressing his smooth
bare chest with the other. He made an appreciative humming sound while he
writhed on the bench.

"Why don't you stand up?" I suggested. He complied immediately. I dropped
to my knees in front of him and cupped his fine firm ass in my hands. I
could feel him trembling and looked up. His smooth chest was rising and
falling with his quick shallow breaths.

I untied the drawstring of his shorts and pulled the waistband away from
his flat stomach and down, realizing that he wasn't wearing any
underwear. Out popped a beautiful penis, about six inches long, medium
thickness. The purple head already had a drop of precum on the tip. I eased
his shorts down off his ass then let them fall to his ankles. He had a
sparse little bush growing mostly above his young shaft.

Wrapping one hand around Jake's lovely teenage cock, I cupped one of his
lean ass cheeks in the other and squeezed. He thrust forward into my fist,
bringing that sweet cockhead close to my mouth. I gently pumped him a

little, and realized that he was uncut. I eased the foreskin up over his
head, watching the glans vanish into its hood then reappear. I wasn't that

experienced with uncircumcised cocks, but was hoping I could learn a lot

more by playing with Jake's.

I felt a little guilty, thinking about Jake's father. But Jake seemed to be
enjoying himself, and I wasn't making him do anything he didn't want. He
also didn't seem to be totally inexperienced at man-man sex. I pulled his
foreskin all the way back and flicked my tongue under his glans. He moaned
and I felt him shiver. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked gently,
while with my left hand I cupped his sinewy asscheek and guided his hips
forward. His cock slid into my sucking mouth.

"Aw, yeah!" He whispered as I took more of his cock into my mouth. With my
right hand I began to gently fondle his tight ball sack. I felt his fingers
brush tentatively against my shoulders, then hold on as the head of his
cock hit the back of my throat.

Squeezing his glute, I started to guide him into a rhythm of fucking my
face.  My own cock was starting to get uncomfortable, hard and confined in
my shorts. I knew if this went on much longer he was going to blow his teen
wad before I got to have my fun (not that sucking his beautiful cock wasn't
fun, but I had more plans). I held his hips and eased his rod out of my
mouth.  "Let's go in the bedroom where we can be more comfortable." I
looked up at his face.


He was flushed and his eyes had a glazed look. His mouth hung slack. He

nodded as I stood and took his hand.

I led him into my room and guided him onto the king-sized bed. "Lie face
down. And spread your legs."

What a beautiful young stud, I thought, admiring Jake sprawled on his
stomach on my bed. His smooth muscled ass flexed as he rocked back and
forth, obviously giving me a little show while at the same time rubbing
that sweet young cock on my bedspread.

I crawled between Jake's legs and spread his smooth cheeks, revealing a
pink little hole, still completely hairless. He smelled of sweat and just
faintly of another, musky, odor. Without another moment's hesitation, I
leaned in and flicked my tongue across his little bud. His ass cheeks
flexed in my hands and his sphincter contracted. "How's that feel?" I
asked.

"FeelsÉ good." Jake mumbled. He spread his legs farther apart, and
raised his ass slightly. Good boy.

I pushed my tongue-tip against his anus, probing at the hole and flicking
around the wrinkled skin. At the same time I reached under him and cupped
his balls.  His sack was fairly tight, his balls about walnut sized. As I
continued to work on him, he began to moan softly, and he writhed sinuously
on the bed.  I moved my hand up to clasp the base of his hard cock. I felt
it swell in

my gentle grip as I pushed my tongue into him as far as I could. Once I had

him nice and wet I pressed my index finger to his hole and began to push
and twist. It slipped in to the first knuckle with very little resistance.
Jake grunted and his anal ring flexed and gripped my finger. "Doing okay?"
I asked, gently squeezing his cock again.

"Oh yeah." Jake's voice was strained and hoarse.

I started working my finger in and out, slipping deeper with each push. In
no time I was in all the way, so added a second finger. This was more
difficult, and I heard Jake's breath catch as I pushed them in. "Still
okay?" I asked softly.

"UmmÉ yeahÉ it's okay." He grunted.

His hole slowly relaxed as I worked my fingers in and out, twisting them as
I went. I made sure to touch his prostate, making him jump every time. I
didn't stroke his cock so much as kind of squeeze it a little, not wanting
him to cum too quickly. I kept spitting on his hole as I worked it too,
keeping it nice and wet. After a few minutes of this I decided to move to
the next level. I rose up, and rubbed my cockhead up and down his
spit-slippery crack, then lowered myself onto him, letting my shaft slide
between his sexy ass cheeks. I caressed his sinewy arms and shoulders, then
started slowly fucking his crack.

He raised his ass up to meet me, and he was whimpering and moaning as we
ground together.

"Jake you are a very hot young man." I whispered into his ear. "I'd love to
be inside you. May I?"

Jake just nodded at first then swallowed. "YesÉ please!"

Not needing any more encouragement, I reached over and pulled my lube
bottle out of the nightstand. First I worked some of the cool gel into his
hole, then liberally coated my aching cock. I raised my hips up and with
one hand aimed my thick 7" down to his hole. Then I lowered my hips slowly,
my head pushing against his anal ring. "Try to relax, buddy." I urged him
when I saw his fingers dig into the bedspread. Then I felt him begin to
open for me.  My head and a couple inches slid past his sphincter.


"Ohhh, fuuuck!" Jake groaned. He tensed up and started breathing hard.

"Are you okay?" I didn't want to hurt him, though of course anal sex was
always uncomfortable at first.

"I'mÉ I'm good, it's just that burning at first, and you're pretty
thick."

"So you've done this before?"

"Yeah, a few times."  He smiled crookedly, then raised his hips up a bit,
taking another inch or so of my cock. Thata boy!

I rocked up a bit, then down again, pushing a little deeper. His ass was
like a wonderful warm sleeve around my cock. I had never fucked anyone so
young; it was incredible feeling his lean smooth body writhe under me. As I
continued a slow rocking on him, I gradually worked all of my cock into
Jake's ass, then lowered myself onto him.

"Ohh." He exhaled as my weight forced the air out of his lungs Ð and my
cock pushed all the way into his sweet ass.

"You feel so good, Jake." I whispered in his ear. He clenched his ass in
response, squeezing me. I levered myself up and pulled out partway, then
eased back in. I felt Jake raise his ass up to meet me. Man this kid was a
natural!  Wanting to see his cute ass, I rose up, grabbing his hips and
pulling him up with me so we were on our knees. He stayed on his elbows, so
I had a view of his backÉ and my thick cock buried in his sweet
ass. Gently holding his hips, I began to slowly thrust in and out of
him. Watching my shaft piston his hot channel was almost as hot as the
physical sensation itself.

As I fucked him, Jake began a low, almost continuous moaning. His head
dropped down onto the bed and his hands clutched at the sheets. I realized
that I could also look over at my mirrored closet doors and see us in
profile: his slender body bent over and my upright beefier one thrusting
into him. I also saw his young cock hard and smacking up against his belly
with each thrust. I reached around and grabbed his tool, eliciting a louder
moan and a push back onto my cock. I began milking him as I continued to
probe his tight boy ass. What a hot eager fuck he was!

"How are you doing, Jake?" I managed to ask between thrusts.

"Doin' good, feels so goodÉ" He mumbled.

I released his cock and held his hips then and started to pump him a little
harder and faster. My balls smacked his ass as I went. "Jake your ass feels
so good!" I said, punctuating my words with a thrust deep into his teen
boy- pussy. I wanted to see his face though. I pulled out of him and sat
back.  "Want to try sitting on it?"

He rolled over. "Okay, what do I do?"

I laid back on the bed, propping my head and shoulders up on pillows.
"Straddle my hips facing me." I instructed.

He complied immediately, his young cock poking towards my face. He started
to lower himself, and without me even telling him, he reached around,
grabbed my cock and guided it towards his hole. He sank down slowly,
settling down on my rod as he went. The look on his face was priceless:
open- mouthed pleasure.

"That's it, prefect, Jake." I said softly, loving the feel of his hot ass
enveloping me again. He settled down unto my hips, bracing himself on his
hands.

I ran my hands over his tight smooth abs and chest.  "Lean back now." I
urged.

He did so, taking me even deeper. His teen cock stood up proudly, the tip
wet with precum.  "Ohh, man that's good." He groaned.

I took hold of his beautiful cock and slowly stroked it. He let out a
little whimpering sound, then on his own began to ride up and down on my
thick cock. The feeling was incredible, and the sight of him was just
amazing. What a hot teenager! His young cock was hard as iron in my hand as
I pumped him.

He started to ride me faster, almost bouncing on my cock, and I rocked my
hips up to meet him.

"I'm gonna shoot in your ass, son."

"Go for it, dad!" He grunted.

I got an extra charge out him calling me dad, and something in the back of
my mind wondered just where that had come from. But my cock was ruling my
brain right then, and Jake's tight teen ass was sending me into an orgasmic
fit. Faster and faster, I felt my orgasm building till I couldn't hold back
any more. But even before I hit the top, Jake let out a choked cry and his
ass clamped down on my cock. I rocked my hips up, pushing in as far as I
could as I started to cum, firing jet after jet into his sweet ass. At the
same time his cock swelled in my hand and, almost as if I was forcing it
out of him, a blast of teen jizz fired out of his cock and onto my chest,
then another onto my belly. I kept fucking him, just thrusting the last few
inches, keeping my cock deep in him. I let go of his cock and he took over
milking the last of his cum out as I kneaded his beautiful smooth chest. He
kept his eyes closed, making little whimpering noises.

"That was great Jake, really hot!" I breathed.  "How about a shower?"

He smiled crookedly. "Sounds good." He mumbled, squeezing my softening cock
in his ass. I hoped this wouldn't be Jake's last visit.


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