Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2002 00:50:03 +0530
From: karan prasad <karan_prasad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sujay My Son 2

The next morning was a bit difficult for both of us battling hard to be
comfortable in each other's company. Avoiding not only touching each other,
even seeing into each other's eyes wasn't easy. So many times I felt the
urge to hold him by shoulders and tell him that whatever had happened was ok
if not correct and nothing can be done about it now. But never could collect
the guts to do so. Most of the time he was in his room when I was in the
kitchen getting our breakfast and lunch ready. I had my breakfast and went
to office. But I did tell him that he should have his breakfast and take his
lunch bag. Whole day was occupied by the thoughts about what had happened
and I wished it continued to happen. After all I was getting my sexual
relief for the first time in life and that too from my own son. I mean I had
sex with my wife but I was more of a gay. Whole day I couldn't avoid but
dream our lovemaking. I wasn't sure what Sujay must have been thinking about
it all.
	I finished my job for the day on time and headed towards home with tons of
excitement in heart to be around Sujay, my son and now my first love in
life. I mean true love for which I can do anything and everything. It was
six in the evening and I knew that it was his time to be out with his
friends. Till now I use to think that he goes out every evening for eve
teasing but now I had to change my idea. I imagined him appreciating some
good cocks busy staring at each and every girl passing and making the
dirtiest comment possible. I never felt anything wrong about it. But now I
know what he must be doing. Weigh all the baskets possible; the bulges
appearing through the denims are a relish for eyes. Those thick hidden
curves in the groin can make anyone lure over them.
	Well, I came home and straight way headed for a shower wanting to have tea
or coffee after that. Though I wanted him to be around I enjoyed my
aloneness. I remembered every inch of his body and imagined every bit of him
in the shower with me. I remembered those days when I use to give him bath
at times. He use to look wonderful cuddled in those soft white towels. I
wanted to keep him there in my arms forever and ever. He was that adorable.
I had seen him grow every inch every centimeter and becoming more and more
adorable day by day. And I didn't forget to admire myself either. I mean I
had a good body at this age. I use to work out a little when young, which
with days has reduced just to jogging for half an hour everyday. But I guess
its good enough to keep my body not only healthy but in shape. I admire my
still firm chest full of hair. That strong neck anyone would want to peck on
was still slender. No fat belly and muscled legs holding a more than 7 in
cock, uncut with a heavy bag of nuts. I couldn't avoid but move my hands
over my own body. Just one incident had awakened the sleeping desires in me.
My body had become lighter than it ever had been. I looked at my self in the
mirror every moment. Wet out of the shower and then wrapped in towel with a
big bulge there. I moved my hands over it hundreds of times still wanting to
do it again and again. I wish I could bend to suck my own cock. I tried it
hard but just couldn't. Took hand full of bath oil to massage that stiff
cock which by now had started oozing a thin string of precum. I mixed that
with oil in my hand and massaged my cockhead well stretching the foreskin
back and forth several times. Oh god that feeling was hot. I stopped myself,
wore shorts and a loose T-shirt and headed to kitchen to make some coffee.
	As I was about to take the kettle I heard a noise of something falling on
the floor in Sujay's room. That is when I realized that he might be home. I
got a little conscious, checked myself up and down and went to see that if
Sujay is home everything is all right. His door was half opened and I could
see him lying on the bed covered till chest in a white sheet. I knocked and
entered in without waiting for his reply. He looked at me and turned his
face. As I went near he closed his eyes too. His hands were out and griping
the sheet firmly. I felt he wasn't comfortable and worried if he is not
well. I bent slightly to touch his forehead. It was warm if not hot. He
shivered with my touch. I kneeled on the floor next to his bed and put my
hand to feel his inner body if its hot and he gripped the sheet tighter with
one hand and put his other hand on mine which was over his chest. We held
our hands there. His whole body was trembling and breath had become
obviously louder. With my other hand I cared his forehead and then hair. He
never opened his eyes to look at me. I kissed him on cheek keeping my
position on the floor. I pulled his face towards me to kiss him. He
surrendered as if he wanted to. I kissed his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks,
his hair and then his lips. With every kiss his body was getting hotter and
hotter. He never responded though. Might be he was scared and inexperienced
too. Too na‹ve to anything in the game. I looked towards his lower body. It
was a sharp tent over there. He wasn't wearing anything down there. Was he
expecting and waiting for me to come to him? Did he drop the glass
deliberately? I wasn't sure about anything. All I wanted was to kiss him
everywhere and make him comfortable with that.
I got up, still on the floor to kiss him better and elsewhere. I kissed him
again on the lips and then on the neck. His skin on the shoulders was
shining. I kissed the two mounds there. Pulled the sheet to expose his
chest. For the first time I was seeing his chest this close and with these
intentions. It was tender. I could see the linings of each and every rib. It
was fairer than his face. And those pink circles of his nipples. Oh my God!
How can I take my eyes away from them? Nipples; like tiny buds of some tiny
flower decorated with a few rings of young hairs, long and tender, around
each one. I didn't want to wink. How am I going to see the rest of his body?
I kissed him there as if to leave the impression of my love for him there.
The stamp to tell him that I love him the most. I licked them slightly. They
became sharper and shiny with my saliva.
I pulled the sheet further to expose his entire chest and the flawless skin
over the belly. His belly button. What all and how should I capture it all
in my kisses? I kept kissing him all over there like crazy. I pulled the
sheet to unveil that what for which I was waiting unknowingly for years and
years. Now I could see the bush of his pubes. They were longer and darker
than those surrounding the nipples were. That mesh of curls I would want to
get entrapped into was calling me to kiss each and every single thread of
it. I sniffed that incredible smell for the first time. The manly smell from
my boys body was indeed intoxicating me every moment. I felt to dye and get
buried there. I was loosing my strength with every sniff. My brain was full
of it.
While kissing and sniffing I could feel the pressure of his cock over my
chin throbbing below the sheet. How must he be there? I mean I had seen him
yesterday but that was in almost a dark room. I pressed it with my face. It
jumped in reaction. Oh God! I shouldn't die at its sight. Give me strength
oh good lord! My heart had become fluid and flowing through my entire body.
My whole body was beating heavily. I moved the sheet even further and there
stood the candle of my love. I can never ever forget that joystick,
controlling my every move, my every heart beat. Should I touch it or should
I kiss it? Should I touch it or should I kiss it? I touched it at the base
to pull his foreskin and see the rose bud. Yeah, it was more beautiful than
any rose bud can be. And it was wearing the pearl of precum. I licked it. It
jumped to enter my mouth. I took it all at once. Sujay pulled the entire
sheet in his hand. I could feel how he was feeling. His grip over the sheet
was getting stronger and stronger. And so was his cock getting harder and
harder in my mouth. I took it out to looked at it. It was shining like a
sword. His scortum was the most beautifully woven bag I have ever seen. The
folds on it were arranged more intricately than wings of any butterfly or
feathers of any peacock can be. They run in symmetry on each side of the
central thread. I realized how beautiful can any scortum can be. I kept
staring at it. I moved my finger along the shaft to make him enjoy the game.
With each move he would lift his hips up. I knew he too has lost the
strength to resist and was ready to explode any time any moment. I didn't
want all this to end this soon. I mean it might be his first time to enjoy.
At least mine was. I looked at his face. His eyes still closed, expecting
anything from me any time. His hands were still gripping the sheet.
I went further below to his thighs. I can never forget the feel of that
blend of flesh and muscle. No one can ever. I kissed on both of them several
times, one after the other. I put my second hand below them to bend his leg
from the knee. I kissed the kneecaps, pulling them together. And there was
in front of my eyes the slide of his calf bone. I held his right leg in my
hands and gave a long, uninterrupted kiss on the entire calf bone till I
reached his ankle. His legs had tender hairs all over struggling to come out
and explore the world. I kissed his heels and soles, his feet and toes.
Everything was so delicately made. I moved towards his face again. I saw a
rose bud in a vase on a table next to his bed. I took it and ran over the
entire length of his body, from the forehead between his eyebrows over his
nose, lips, chin, neck, chest, belly button and the cock. I halted there.
Played the two buds together. I smeared his precum on the rose and pulled it
to smell. Oh god! Can anything be more intoxicating than that? I don't know.
I really don't know. I plucked that petal and put it in my mouth, felt every
taste of it with my tongue. I plucked another petal and put it on his
forehead, the others on his eyes, lips, nipples, belly button and then the
cock head. Few were still sticking to the bud. I plucked them all and placed
them on his body wherever possible. He was motionless. His eyes closed as
they were. Perhaps he knew everything that I was doing. I picked the petals
on his body one by one with my lips each going into my mouth to enter my
body and be mine forever and ever. I felt that he is fluid and that I can
hold him in my hands and drink. Drink it all so that we both can find the
peace of being together for always. He can flow through me and I can feel
him always. I took his cock in my mouth again. Moved it everywhere possible
in the mouth. His cock is beautiful. I mean beautiful. Neither him nor me
are hung like horses but his is beautiful. It's not long and thick to choke
your mouth but it sure gives you a muscular feel. It smoothly slips into
your mouth the way you want it to. And once it's in front of your eyes, I
bet if you can move your sight from it. And I am dead sure you won't be
tired of appreciating it again and again.
I took his entire cock in my mouth. I know my own cock must be aching in my
shorts to come out and touch Sujay's cock. But Sujay's cock was too good for
me to give any attention to my own cock. I had his entire cock in my mouth.
And I blew it up and down, slowly initially and became faster and faster
each time moving it's entire length in and out. I wished that those moment
and movements never ended. Sujay kept on moving his hips as if to do my
mouth. He didn't know what he was doing. He just kept on doing my mouth. And
I kept accepting it the way it comes. Our moves got synchronized, and
faster. He was ripe to shoot anytime and I was ready to take it all. I was
hungry to eat his cum. With every move my hunger increased and what...? In a
fraction of second he held my head with my hairs and pulled me up shooting a
thick string of cum towards ceiling and then on his belly and thighs. I was
dying to eat his cum and he pulled it out at the extreme point. But then I
got to see him shooting. I got to see that juice of life, the nectar of my
own nectar. It was white and thick and smelling strong. I licked and licked
to clean him. Sujay was lying motionless on the bed, totally exhausted but a
look a satisfaction spread everywhere on his face. I licked him clean. I
smelled it again and again. I too was tired from the day's job and happy
with whatever had happened just then. I laid my head next to him, still
sitting on the floor, admiring his closeness.  I didn't want to think
anything about it. Just sleep in peace near him. And I slept....