Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2011 01:39:28 -0400
From: Peter Kink <kinkyhilltopguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Preparing Adam for College

Preparing Adam For College

By Peter


	The car was sunny and hot.  I still had several hours until we
reached our destination.  My 17-year-old son was snoring softly in the
passenger seat.  There would be no sharing of the driving on this trip
because his right leg was in cast and left arm in a sling.  Our journey was
intended to check out his chosen university two states away.  This was the
last official visit weekend for the school, so cancelling the trip was not
an option.  But with his mobility limited by recent injuries from a car
accident, the trip would prove to be interesting.
	Adam had his seat reclined most of the way back and had fallen
asleep over an hour ago.  The day had started out only mildly warm, so I
had suggested we forgo using the AC.  But in the early afternoon sun, the
wind was doing little to alleviate the layer of sweat that was forming all
over me.
	I glanced at Adam's teenage body in the seat next to me.  I longed
to reach out and stroke his hairy, muscular thighs.  I had watched this
young boy mature into a young stud, and I couldn't help but ogle his body
occasionally. I had never crossed the line with him, but I certainly had
passing thoughts of it.  He was never modest around the house, but he did
not quite flaunt his teenage hormones as much as I always fantasized he
would.  I remember being his age and showing my cock to anyone who was
around.  It only had resulted in sexual release a few, rare times, but my
deviant sexuality had been set at that young age.
	The next glance at my son's body paid off in spades.  I quickly
realized that his cargo shorts were clearly tenting in the crotch.  I
doubted my discovery, but with repeated glances there was no doubt his
young cock was erect while he slept.  My eyes widened; my mouth salivated.
I longed to reach out and squeeze his hard cock.  I wondered what he was
dreaming about.  I also wondered if he had a friend or two that were
relieving him of his teenage cum after school or on the weekends.  I knew
if not, I would be more than willing.
	Eventually he stirred.  His cock had gone down by now.  (I was
keeping diligent track by this point).  "Damn, I was out!"  he slurred.
	"You sure were.  I thought sleeping beauty would never wake up."
He shot me that teenage glance that was always accompanied by the rolling
of his eyes.  I had discovered a few years ago I could say just about
anything teasing or slightly inappropriate to him and the worst he would do
is roll his eyes at me.  My perverted mind was fine with this consolation.
	"We got much longer?  This car is too hot and cramped."
	"Maybe another hour.  Take your shirt off if you are that hot.  You
sure could use some sun on that pasty torso of yours."  I reached over and
attempted to pull his shirt up his chest.  His right arm quickly blocked
me.
	"Watch the road, pervert!"  He scolded.  I loved when he called me
this name.  He used it rarely, probably he thought it offensive.  Little
did he know!  "Besides, you can't talk.  You're casper the ghost over
there.  When was the last time you had anything other than a farmer's tan?"
	"I'm not the young buck who will be working overtime in a few
shorts months trying to get some college ass."
	"Whatever."
	"I remember what it is like being a teenager.  Always looking to
bust a nut every chance you get.  I gotta explain something, though, Adam.
It's the nicely tanned guys that get the most help in that department.
Consider that."
	"You're a dork.  Like you really knew anything about who was
getting the most ass in college.  Weren't you a virgin, Dad, until you were
35?"
	I let that uninformed jab go without much argument- I did not want
to scare the boy.  "Ha!  35?  That would make you 11 right now."
	"Mom says the postman is my real father anyway."
	"We've had a female postal carrier for years, so that must be a one
talented lady."
	Our banter died down for a few miles.  Then, without warning my son
suddenly started shucking his shirt.  Or at least trying to.  The sling on
his left arm seriously affected his dexterity.  He got his right arm out of
it first.  Then he pulled the rest of it over his head.  I helped him work
the rest of it carefully down his left arm.
	The shuffling of his body proved the elevated temperature had
affected him.  I could smell the slightest aroma of his sweaty pits.  My
cock stirred in my pants.  I had only a slight pit fetish, but occasionally
just the right man stench could send me over the edge.  My own son's stink
certainly fell into that category.
	Adam tossed the shirt into the backseat of the car and returned to
his reclined position.  With his sunglasses on, I could not tell if he was
asleep again or not.  My rising desire was quickly increasing my boldness,
though.
	"You're already hairier than I am."  I reached over and softly
stroked his chest.  I had never done anything so blatantly sexual to him.
I expected him to recoil from my suggestive touch, but he remained still
and silent.  He may have been too stunned to react.  I decided against
pushing my luck further and put my hand back on the steering wheel.  "I bet
you are hairy all over."
	After another uneventful 40 minutes we reached the hotel.  It was
nearly 7pm by now and the early summer sun was soon to disappear.  I
checked us in while my shirtless stud waited in the car.  I had switched
our reservation to a handicapped room earlier this week once we had decided
that his injuries weren't enough to keep us from visiting.  The clerk had
explained that only rooms with 1 King bed were handicapped.  She assured me
getting a rollaway would not be a problem.
	I unloaded our bags as Adam struggled from the car to the hotel
room.  He had made it clear he did not want constant help.  We had agreed
that he would tell me when to assist "the cripple."
	As soon as he entered the room, I braced myself for his negative
commentary on staying in a hotel room with only 1 bed with his dad.  But
nothing was said.  He hobbled across the room on his crutch and checked out
the channel guide next to the TV.  "This dump doesn't even have HBO."  He
continued over to the bathroom.  "It's got old man bars on the toilet
though!  Just what I need.  What the hell kinda shower is this?"
	I followed him to the threshold of the bathroom.  "It's for wheel
chair bound guests.  So they can roll in and get hosed down."  I joked.
	"It's even got its own shower seat.  How pimped out is that?"
	"I doubt you can stand and balance yourself long enough to get
clean anyway."
	"I guess I will just have to find some hotties around campus to
give me a sponge bath."  He boasted.  It did not go unnoticed by me that
these "hotties" did not have a gender assigned to them.  I never suspected
my son was gay, but until he voluntarily rejected cock I was not counting
him out.
	As we turned away from the bathroom he continued his boasting.  "So
if some fine young things want to share my bed tonight, where exactly will
you be sleeping, old man?"
	"Don't worry Casanova; the hotel is delivering a rollaway bed for
me soon."
	We got back in the car and decided to drive to the campus to
explore the area.  All the visitor events started tomorrow morning.  Adam
didn't feel like hobbling around the campus on foot more than he had to, so
he opted for the auto tour.
	After awhile we started looking for a place to eat.  But most of
the places near campus looked crowded and Adam did not see anything that
was sparking his interest.  I think he may have been feeling a bit
intimidated by the older college groups all over.  Besides, what high
school kid would want to be seen with their dad near a college campus?
Especially one whose dad would be checking out all the other young sexy
men.
	"I think there was a wing place right next to our hotel, if that is
strikes your fancy." I offered.
	"Yeah I say we just do that."  The jabs came immediately after.
"Seriously dad? `Strikes your fancy?' Who even says that?"
	"Watch it, cripple.  You're in no place to be criticizing your
caretaker for the weekend."
	"Caretaker?  I'm not paraplegic or anything.
Just... agility-challenged."
	"Watch it, Mr. Four Syllable.  And you are criticizing my choice of
words?  You changing your major to English now or something?"
	"Whatever."
	By the time we got to the restaurant the dinner rush was clearly
over. It was half past nine and I was way overdue for some beer.  As we sat
down at our table I decided a treat was in order.
	"Two Miller Lite Drafts, please."
	The server did not blink.  "Tall or short."
	"Tall."
	"Are you serious?"  The shit-eating grin on his face was priceless.
"Did you just order me a beer?"
	"This is a special occasion and I think we should celebrate."  I
reached across the table and squeezed his hand.  "I am very proud of you
Adam and I think you are turning into a fine young man. Besides, you can't
truly enjoy wings without a good draft beer."  The server sat our beers
down just as I was releasing my grasp on my son's hand.  I shot a glance at
Adam, but somehow he did not seem embarrassed.
	Over an hour later, I was nearly done with my third beer and Adam
had finished all of his 22oz beer.  I was well on my way to drunk and Adam
seemed a little more relaxed.
	"That drive sure did me in.  You ready to head back to the room?"
	"Sounds good to me.  If I can still walk."  Adam joked.  His speech
was certainly a little slurred.
	"I don't think 1 beer should rule you inebriated."
	"You never know, I'm crippled...I may need my caretaker."  I left
that comment alone.
	We shuffled slowly back across the parking lot toward the hotel.
On his crutches, we were moving at a glacial pace, though.  As we were
passing the dumpsters between the hotel and restaurant, I realized I needed
to break the seal.
	"Hold up cowboy.  I shoulda used the bathroom at the restaurant."
I walked over behind the durmpsters.
	"Seriously, Dad?  The hotel room is like just across the parking
lot."
	"Yeah but at your pace, we still have 20 minutes to go."  I pulled
my cock out and started emptying my bladder.
	Adam started over toward me.  My dick started to harden thinking
about my son coming closer to me peeing.  He came up right next to me.  "I
guess I can't leave you alone over here."  He struggled briefly with how to
coordinate the crutches under his arms and reaching his fly.
	 I sprung at the opportunity and reached quickly for his zipper.
He didn't flinch in the slightest.  I continued peeing, holding my cock in
my left hand as my right hand helped my son out.  With his fly down and no
objection still, I reached my hand slowly into the area of his body that I
had craved for so long to see, touch, and taste.
	I found his cock hanging to the side, just inside of the fly of his
boxers.  It certainly did not feel completely flaccid.  But this was the
first time I was feeling my son's cock, so I couldn't be sure.  I made a
prolonged effort to fish it out, so that I could fondle it in my hand just
a bit.  As I pulled his cock though his fly, there was no denying he was
getting hard.  "Be careful, the little guy is sensitive down there."
	"I would not say he is little- that is for sure."  My son's
hardening cock was quickly reaching lengths beyond my own cock.  He
chuckled at my compliment.
	Adam stood there motionless with his hard cock sticking out of his
fly in his dad's hand.  I was sure he was feeling the beer now.  I aimed
him for the dumpster and he immediately started his stream.  I was
impressed he could pee so easily when erect!
	My stream was finishing up as I was guiding his stream with my
right hand.  He stayed completely hard the entire time.  I was rock hard by
this time as well.  I didn't notice Adam paying much attention to my cock,
though.  He seemed to be a little overwhelmed with the situation and
seeming more drunk by the second.
	Once he was done peeing, I stroked his cock a few times and tried
to shake all the dripping piss off.  I continued to stroke for a few more
seconds, staring intently at his face.  He was just staring down blankly at
his cock.  I wanted to continue to stroke him until more than piss came
out, but I knew I had already crossed the line far enough.
	Still rock hard, I could not get his cock back in the fly.  "I
guess he doesn't want to go back inside."  I joked.
	"Shit, just force the fucker back in there."  Adam commanded.  My
son certainly cussed in front of me before, but I had never heard him use
the word `fucker' before.  It was almost sexy.
	"You said he's sensitive, I don't want to damage the `little tiny
guy.'  I joked.  "Just leave him out- we don't have that far to go.
	"What the hell?  Across the parking lot?  You are crazy!"
	"No one is even around.  And if I see anyone around I can just walk
in front of you or next to you to block their view." I put my cock away and
started toward the hotel.
	Adam hesitated for a second before he started shuffling along
behind me.  His strides were certainly more rushed and I felt a little
guilty at his potential embarrassment.  But I was loving the thought that
my son's hard cock was sticking out of his fly for anyone to see as we
heading back to our hotel room- both of us in questionable states of
inebriation.
	Luckily (or unfortunately) no one was around to see my son in all
his shuffling glory.  As I opened the door to the room- I glanced back at
Adam and saw his cock was not as hard, but still sticking nicely out of the
fly of his cargo shorts.
	"You better get in here, I think I hear sirens."
	"Whatever."
	He made a beeline for the bed, dropped his crutch and fell backward
in a pronounced sigh.  I was ecstatic his cock was still slinging free,
even if it was quickly becoming soft now.  I walked over to the bed and
resisted the urge to bend down and take my son's cock in my mouth.  Instead
I grabbed it with my hand and made a slow, weak effort to put it back in
his shorts.  "Looks like he is ready to go back in now."
	Adam moaned.  I couldn't tell if it was an aroused moan or a
drunken, tired moan.  Sadly, it was only my own out of control lust that
made me question the intent of his drunken moan.
	I noticed the rollaway had not been delivered, but decided to wait
for Adam to mention it.  He seemed about ready to fall asleep anytime
anyway.  What would he notice if I slipped in bed next to him?  By then it
would be too late for him to object anyway.
	I worked his cargo shorts down off his legs and over his cast,
leaving him in just his boxers and t-shirt.  I helped him scoot up in the
bed so his head was on the pillow.  "I'll sit some water on the nightstand
for you."  I explained.  He murmured something as he breathing became more
pronounced.
	About 15 minutes later Adam was snoring softly.  I was standing by
the bed in just my boxers staring at his crotch and thinking about what had
just happened.  How far was I going to take this?  I wasn't sure, but I
knew I needed to get some sleep.  I shut off the lights and climbed in
carefully into the bed with him.  Adam was passed out above the covers and
I decided sleeping below the covers may be less objectionable to him if he
woke up and his dad was next to him nearly naked.
	I was awoken from my sleep several hours later by the movement of
the bed.  At first I thought he was shaking or trying to roll over.  But as
my senses returned to me, I realized my son was jacking off his cock lying
above the covers just a few feet away from his dad.  The room was pitch
dark, but I tried my damndest to focus on his motions.  It was only a
minute later when his breathing became labored and the motions slowed down.
Otherwise he was a silent cummer.  I was overwhelmed with lust at this
point, but didn't know what to do.
	Finally it came to me.  "Need me to get you a towel?"
	Adam was silent and still for a long moment.  "I didn't know you
were awake..."
	"It was hard to sleep through the earthquake next to me."
	A long moment of silence followed.  "A towel would be handy, if you
are serious."
	I quickly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.  I turned on
the light (of course!) and returned to the bed offering him a hand towel.
I got the first look at my son's spunk all over his hand and lower stomach.
He had pulled his boxers down and his shirt up to clear the area.  Just how
I liked to do it as well.  I didn't even think about the fact that my cock
was tenting out in my own boxers.
	After he was finishing wiping himself up, he noticed I was standing
there erect by the bed.  I was a little embarrassed and a little confused
by what to do next.  I still was not completely awake and comprehending
what was happening.
	I decided to take advantage of the moment.  I climbed back in bed
next to him and slipped off my boxers.  I immediately started to stroke my
hard cock.  Adam laid there silently next to me.  I worked my hard cock
with both my hands, and then switched to working on my shaft with my right
hand and massaging under my balls with my left hand.  I glanced at Adam to
find him watching me intently.  He had pulled his shirt down and was
working his boxers back up, but I was thrilled to be putting on the show
for him.
	It did not take long for me to feel my ecstasy reaching its peak.
I started groaning softly as I sped up my jerking on my leaking cock.  I
flexed the muscles in my legs and grunted as I shot my first spray of speed
into the air.  Four more milky streams erupted from my cock as Adam
continued to watch intently.  After I came down from my orgasm, I reached
for his cum rag and wiped my hot jizz off my torso and belly.  I felt a
rush of excitement and slight panic at what had occurred.
	"There, now we can both sleep better." I decided I had to break the
ice somehow.
	Adam was still silent.  I tossed our cum rag on the floor next to
me.  I made a mental note to pack it in my bag tomorrow morning.  I
realized Adam might be too stunned to speak.  "Will the light bother you if
I leave it on?"
	"Nah, I'm good."
	"Glad to hear."  I patted his leg and rolled on my side away from
him. "Night son."

************

	The next morning I was slightly embarrassed to wake up naked next
to my son.  I was very excited to think of the line we had crossed last
night.  I was undoubtedly turned on by 17 year old son and was emboldened
by the fact that he was not discouraging my sexuality.  I was aroused and
looking to explore more things with Adam.
	The clock read 9:33 already and we were scheduled for a campus tour
at 10 am.  I rolled over and shook Adam awake.  "Good morning stud, we
gotta get moving.  It's past nine-thirty already. I'm gonna hop in the
shower."
	I rolled away from him and pulled the covers off of me as I stood
up.  I was sprouting some serious morning wood, but felt no need to hide it
after what he had seen me do the night before.
	As I crossed the foot of the bed to go shower, I saw his eyes
follow my hard cock.  I tried to stay focused, though, and went directly
into the bathroom to shower.
	When I emerged from the shower, I was disappointed to find that
Adam was already dressed.  I knew a shower was out of the question, since
he could not get his leg cast wet.  Still, I had fantasized during my
shower about the ways I could help get his body clean.  But it would have
to wait.
	The campus was loaded with young hot men.  I was already full of
lust after my night of fun with Adam.  All of these young bucks were not
helping the situation either.
	Our tour group was small and the student guide was a friendly,
unattractive guy.  I was thankful he was not a stud so that I could
concentrate on the info he was giving us.  I did keep stealing glances at
Adam as we toured one of the academic halls and the cafeteria, hoping I
would get to explore more of his sexy body.  At a minimum I hoped to at
least witness him cumming a few more times before we drove back home
tomorrow afternoon.
	"Now the dorm we will be touring next does not have an elevator
unfortunately," Jake, the tour guide, brought me back to reality.  "So
Adam, you and your father are welcome to explore the small first floor of
rooms while I take the rest of the group up to the other floors."
	Once in the foyer of the hall, Jake took the rest of the group up
the stairs as Adam & I walked through the common area toward the dorm room
hallway.
	I was surprised to see the common area empty.  I knew this all male
dorm did not have private bathrooms, so I silently prayed to get to see
some half naked stud walking to or from the showers.  What I got was just
as good.
	Once we entered the dorm hallway, I quickly scanned the floor and
found all of the doors closed.  No naked guys were lingering in the halls
either.  But as Adam and I made our way down the hall, I could hear a low,
repetitive noise in the distance.  Halfway down the hall, I came to realize
that this noise was someone grunting in pleasure.  My cock immediately
started getting hard in my pants.  (for the 15th time today already)
	I glanced at Adam to see a big, mischievous smile on his face.
	"Sounds like someone is having a good time," I joked.
	"Yeah," Adam chuckled. "Guess they forgot it was a tour weekend."
	"Or else they planned their fun to show off for the tour," I
offered.
	Adam just smiled at my suggestion.  As we approached the door the
grunting seemed to be coming from, Adam seemed to be slowing down and
leaning that direction.
	I stopped dead in my tracks at the door and put my head close to
it.  I wanted my voyeurism to be obvious to Adam.  He stopped next to me
and listened intently with that same goofy smile on his face.  I fought the
urge to get on my knees right there and suck off my son.
	Instead I reached for the door handle of the dorm room.
	"Dad!" my son scolded in a muffled whisper.
	"What?  Don't you think we should make sure everything is OK in
there?"
	"You are a crazy, sick, old man!"  This assessment I could not
argue with.
	But unfortunately the door was locked.  Adam did not move away as I
was trying the door, though. I think he was as intrigued as I was to
witness the activities that were happening in the room.
	After a few more seconds, Adam motioned for us to move on.  The
grunting was still happening, but I did not want to be discovered by the
rest of the tour group.  About ten steps away from the dorm room door I
heard the greatest thing ever.
	"Dude I'm gonna shoot my load---"
	Adam and I immediately looked at each other.  I couldn't tell if
that sunk in right away.  But after a beat, Adam said, "Did that guy just
say `dude'?"
	I nodded and grinned. "Sounds like we found the right dorm for
you."
	"Shut up! Whatever!"  Adam playfully punched me in the chest with
his good arm.
	We made it to the end of the hall and entered the floor bathroom.
I was completely hard by now and glanced down at Adam's crotch to see it
bulging as well.  My eyes widened thinking about the ways I could relieve
him of his tension.
	"This ain't much, but at least the bathroom doesn't smell like piss
like Crestfield High."
	I stepped away from Adam and walked up to a urinal to relieve
myself.  I was disappointed to see the urinals had partitions between them.
I pulled my hard cock out and started stroking it.  I heard Adam shuffling
around behind me on his crutch checking out the rest of the bathroom.
	I couldn't help myself and thought it might settle me down if I
emptied some of my spunk out.  I stroked my cock slowly at first but
increased my motions as I felt the waves of pleasure increasing.  I glanced
down and saw my cock was already dripping with precum.  I thought about the
gay sex we had just witnessed together.  I thought about the bulge in
Adam's shorts.  I thought about sleeping naked next to my son.  I thought
about stroking my cock last night as he watched.  I thought about the
things I wanted to do to him tonight.  My hand was stroking furiously now.
My legs started twitching as my first stream of cum shot out into the
urinal in front of me.  I slowly guided the rest of my cum out with my
stroking hand as I felt my breathing relax.
	I shook off the last few drops of cum and turned around from the
urinal.  Adam was standing at the other end of the bathroom leaning against
the wall watching me.  I smiled right at my sexy stud.
	"Just in time, Dad.  I think I hear the rest of the group coming
down the hall."
	As I approached the bathroom door, I noticed his shorts were still
tented out.  I saw him looking at me looking at his crotch.  I licked my
lips as I passed him and reached out for his cock with my hand.  He did not
flinch or pull away.  I squeezed his hard cock through his shorts.  "Guess
this guy will have to wait then."
	He stood there silently looking a bit baffled that his dad was
grabbing his hard cock.  I gave his erection a few quick strokes before I
let it go and exited the bathroom.  The tour group was only a few doors
down.

**********

	On the drive back to the hotel a few hours later I asked, "You
hungry yet?"
	"Not really, I think I need to try to clean up first. I smell a
little sweaty and nasty." Adam explained
	"You smell fine to me, but to the hotel it is.  We'll get you
cleaned up."
	Adam did not comment on my suggestion.
	Once we were in the hotel room I instructed Adam to get undressed
and come in to the bathroom.  I went to the sink and filled the ice bucket
with warm, soapy water.  I grabbed a washcloth and submerged it into the
warm water.  Adam hobbled behind me into the bathroom.  I noticed he still
had his boxers on.  He was sitting on the handicapped shower chair as I
came into the bathroom.
	"We can't get you cleaned up with those on."  I said pointing at
his boxers.
	"Dad, I'm not a complete cripple. I think I can clean myself up
alone."
	I waved my hand at him as I sat the bucket down on the tile floor
near him.  I was not going to let this moment pass me up.
	"Stand up."  He complied silently. I pulled his boxers down and
helped him out of them.  "Now sit back down and let me take care of this.
Just relax."
	He sat back down and put his head back against wall.  He closed his
eyes.  His cock was not completely hard, but I could tell it was on its
way.  I got on my knees to position myself in front of his naked body.
	I started on his chest and shoulders.  I lifted each arm and washed
his sweaty pits.  I resisted the urge to stroke his hairy pits with my
eager tongue.  I washed his good arm slowly, massaging his muscles with the
wet wash cloth.  I wiped the top of the arm in the sling carefully to keep
it dry.  As I started on his good leg, I noticed his cock definitely
getting hard.  I kept a constant motion slowly wiping him down.  He kept
his eyes closed as I cleaned him up.
	"OK. Stand up and turn around now. Gotta do the other side." He
obliged.  "Lean against the wall to steady yourself."  His hard cock was
still sticking out, but I intended to save the best for last.
	I washed his back carefully and worked my way all the way down is
good leg.  "Now bend forward some." I pushed on the small of his back to
get him in a slight bent over position.
	I worked the soapy washcloth around his cheeks. He jerked a little
and chuckled. "You probably haven't had someone cleaning you off before?"
I reassured him.
	"Not since I was about 4 and I seem to remember Mom doing baths."
	"I guess I have to make up for lost time."
	Adam laughed at this.  I continued wiping his cheeks and upper
thighs with warm water.  Then, without warning, I went for the gold. I
pulled his cheek with my left hand and began wiping at his hole with my
right hand.  He twitched a little, but steadied himself against the wall.
I deliberately worked his hole with the washcloth intently knowing it was
giving him pleasure.  I switched hands and continued the slow deliberate
rubbing on his hole.  He sighed slightly.
	I kept my right hand on his cheek as I dropped the cloth back into
the bucket.  I dipped my fingers into the soapy water and brought it back
toward his backside.  I worked my wet thumb along ring of his hole.  I
worked it around for just a second before I announced, "All clean back
here, now."  I pulled my thumb away quickly and patted his ass.  "OK sit
back down now."
	Adam turned around slowly with his cock still at full attention.
His eyes were closed, but he felt his way back down on the shower seat.
	It was past time to taste this beautiful cock in front of me.  I
slowly leaned in and took all of my son's hard cock into my mouth.
	"Oh god. Ohhh. Damn!"  he moaned loudly. I savored the taste of his
precum as I slurped up and down his shaft.  He sat as still as he could but
continued to moan and sigh as I worked the head of his teenage cock with my
tongue.  I slid the rest of his shaft back down my throat.  After about 15
seconds of blowing him I felt him start to tense up.
	I placed one hand at the base of his cock and tightened my lips
around his shaft as he started to unload his seed.  "FUCK. Oh my god.  Oh
god.  FUCK. SHIT.  Ugghhh."  Squirt after squirt of delicious cum filled my
mouth.  I swallowed it all down.  He dribbled a few more drops into my
eager mouth and began to shake noticeably.  I released his cock knowing his
(possibly) first blow job would leave his cock very sensitive.  Adam still
had his head back and eyes closed.
	Somehow I had not shot my load in my pants while taking care of my
son.  I immediately stood up as Adam opened his eyes.  I opened my pants,
pulled out my aching cock and shot four streams of cum all over his chest.
Adam did not flinch as his dad emptied his seed all over him.
	I leaned down and licked up my sperm off his chest.  He laughed a
little from the sensitive feeling his body now had from deep orgasm.
	"You must really like that stuff," he finally offered.  I was
relieved he broke his silence.
	"Mmm-hmm" was all I mustered out as I slurped up the rest of my
seed.  I was used to cleaning up my own seed after jack off sessions at my
desk, but his chest tasted a lot better than the desk cover in my office.
	"I think you are good and clean now. Ready to go eat?"

********

	Dinner conversation steered clear of our previous sexual encounter.
Adam talked about college, leaving high school, everything but the fact his
dad was a nymphomaniac now seeking pleasure from his son.
	We stumbled back to the hotel again slightly inebriated.  Back at
the room we both stripped off all our clothes, but we were both too tired
and drunk to initiate anything.
	I felt him stir later in the night and work his way out of the bed.
He started hobbling toward the bathroom.
	"You need any help?" I slurred.
	"Nah, just gotta pee.  I'm fine."  I listened to the stream of his
piss as I felt myself drift back off.
	Not long later I felt a hand on cock.  The hand was slick with
something.  I enjoyed the sensations as my cock was worked to full wood.  I
was on my side facing Adam, but still not fully aware of what he was doing.
I kept my eyes closed trying to enjoy the hand job silently.
	As I became more aware of his hand working on my hard cock, I slid
in closer to his body.  He lifted his good leg up and turned slightly away
from me.  I needed no further encouragement.
	I scooted my crotch near him and started working my lotioned cock
along the crack of his ass.  "Is this what you want son?"
	He moaned loudly. I worked the head of my cock down toward his
hole.  I knew he would be very tight the first time.  He handed me the
hotel sized bottle of lotion knowingly.  I squirted some on my hand and
reached for his hole.
	I worked two fingers along the tight opening spreading lotion
around.  I slowly worked my middle finger into his tight hole.  He grunted
loudly.  "Careful dad!"
	I leaned forward and kissed his neck.  "Don't worry son, I won't
hurt you.  Just relax."  I worked my middle finger more around his hole.
He continued to grunt loudly.
	After I had worked a bunch of lotion into him, I worked a second
finger inside my son's ass.  His hole was warm and wet and pulsing wildly
as he grunted and moaned.  I worked my two fingers most of the way in him
slowly and pulled them out carefully.  Once his hole was empty, I leaned
over him and kissed him on the mouth.  He accepted my tongue willingly.  We
kissed passionately for just a second before I returned back to his side.
	I placed the head of my leaking cock at his hole.  "Let's take care
of this hot hole now."  I slowly pushed the head of my cock gently inside
his tight hole.  He grunted deeply and squeezed my thigh with his hand.  I
held still as I felt his hole getting used to the head of his father's cock
entering him.  After a few seconds and a few more grunts and sighs he
pulled encouragingly at the back of my thigh.
	I leaned in and worked my cock slowly all the way inside of him.
He began panting loudly as I filled his hole up.  "Oh Dad, oh yes.  Unh unh
unnnnh."
	"Don't cum yet, let me work it out of you, Adam."
	He continued to moan as I slowly slid my cock back and forward in
his ass.  I was moving at a glacial pace, but his body was spasming wildly.
I knew he was feeling a sensation his body had never known.
	I was drunk with desire as I worked my bare cock in and out of my
son's hot, wet hole.  The tight grip his hole kept on my cock was amazing.
I kissed and licked his neck and shoulder as I massaged his prostate with
my rod.
	After only a minute I felt my pleasure reaching its peak.  I slid
my cock all the way into his ass saying, "here comes my load.  I'm gonna
cum inside you, Adam."
	Just as the first spurt of my seed squirted into my son's hole, I
felt his hole tighten and shudder along with me.  I reached around and felt
his cock emptying sperm all over the sheets.  I came with son, moaning in
unison.  I filled his virgin hole with his daddy's hot cum.
	After our orgasms subsided, I remained inside of him, still,
letting our bodies relax.  I slowly pulled my cock out of his used hole.  I
rolled him onto his back again so he could be more comfortable.
	I reached under his balls and returned fingers to his hole.  I
rubbed very gently, feeling my sperm sliding out of his ass.
	"Just enjoy the feeling. You have a very sexy ass."  He moaned as I
continued to rub his hole gently.
	He fell asleep within seconds, satisfied completely by his horny
father.  I lay next to him stroking every inch of his body.  I felt
bittersweet feelings knowing he would soon be out on his own exploring his
newfound sexual desires without a loving father to guide him.
	But I was elated to be the first.


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