Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 21:03:57 +0000 (GMT) From: baz Subject: Acucullophilia - The Beautiful Game Acucullophilia / The Beautiful Game I slowly opened the bedroom door. The first signs of dawn had brought a diffuse dim light to the room. My feet felt the soft pile of the carpet between my toes as I entered and crossed to the bed. My entry went un-noticed by the sleeper. I stood silently over the slumbering figure; little more than a shapeless mound of bedding that rose and fell with each breath. I waited and watched, taking in the scene. Occasionally the mound would change position or emit a quiet murmur. Finally he moved to lie on his back and then fell immediately into a deep contented sleep. Slowly, so very slowly, I pulled away the bed linen. Cautiously sliding the cotton sheet from the prone figure, a warm, comforting, masculine aroma caused me to quicken my unveiling. Eventually the young man was uncovered and my heart beat quickened as I saw that he was naked, his entire body open to my gaze. I feasted my eyes on the beauty of his form, perfect in every way. Six feet tall, smooth and hairless, his pale skin covered each muscle with out blemish. My fingers brushed lightly over the light brown nipples and they immediately responded becoming hard. I wanted to play with the little nubs but I knew if I pinched them and nipped at them with my teeth he would wake up for sure. I tore myself away moving down over the hard, washboard abs. My eyes finally settled on the object of my desire. His cock lay loosely across his thigh. heavy and thick even in its flaccid state, the red bell end bold and contrasting the pale colour of the rest of the surrounding skin. His hairless groin made him look younger than his true 18 years. Between his legs I could just see his large well filled sack; two plum sized bollocks squeezed gently between his thigh muscles. I learned forward, my face a few inches above his cock. I exhaled directing my hot breath onto him. I noticed his glans flush darker and begin to swell. The shaft started to thicken and lengthen in fits and starts as the blood pumped in. Within a minute he was fully hard and throbbing. He was 9 inches long and still growing, even my long fingers too short to meet around the girth. The glans now dark and purple, the shaft smooth, dark blue veins standing out on the shaft beneath the translucent skin. Despite the poor illumination I could clearly make out the dark line slightly more than an inch below the broad overhang of his cock head. The circumcision scar was bold and separated the delicate pink remains of inner foreskin from the darker outer shaft skin. From beneath I could follow the scar line up the shaft to where it met the fraenulum, left untouched and intact. The surgeon had taken the essence of his manhood and made it perfect. I dropped to my knees wanting to be close to his cock, I needed to feel it and most of all to taste it. Reaching out, my fingers lightly brushed over the surface of the shaft beginning at the base and slowly working up. As I reached the sensitive scar line my stroking became more intense and he thrust his hips upward in response. I pulled my hand away quickly fearing he was disturbed and might wake up and I would be discovered. He lowered to the bed again and relaxed, still sleeping soundly. I replaced my finger tips, restarting my delicate stimulation. This time I concentrated on the area where the fraenulum met the scar line. Stroking and caressing his perfect cock, it throbbed and I noticed a pearl of pre-cum appear between the piss lips. My tongue darted out and licked it away; I savoured the bitter sweet taste and wanted more. Opening wide, I took the huge glans into my warm wet mouth. My lips locked below the rim trapping him inside. My tongue immediately began to flick and lick the cock string pausing occasionally to dip into the piss lips to extract every drop of pre-cum leaking out. I felt him swell and tense in my mouth so I released him. He jerked and throbbed but he did not shoot. His magnificent cock glistened with my saliva and his own pre-cum. Once again I gripped his shaft, firmly my hand moved up and down the slippery shaft. I used his natural lubricant to slide my hand rapidly up and down the shaft and over the purple helmet. On each up stroke I would deeply massage that most sensitive area under his piss lips causing him to moan, deep in the throws of an erotic dream. His bull balls rise tight against his body and the already swollen glans became firm and glossy. My hand felt the first spasm before I saw the sperm shoot out of his piss lips. With out time to close up another jet of thick white fluid was pumped out a foot or more into the air above him. Again and again thick creamy jizz rocketed into the air as his whole body was engulfed with the intensity of the orgasm. His chest and legs were showered with droplets of sticky cum. The aroma of sex was strong and tiny beads of sweat mixed with the sperm on his chest. I stood over my son watching his cum run over his pecs; his cock still rigid. Looking down at my own thick 8 inches I saw the exact same tightly circumcised organ as my son. Not surprising since we had both been cut by the same doctor on my son's 13th birthday; side by side in the surgery; a bond forever between father and son. By now I was dripped pre-cum like a leaky fire hose. I gripped my cock tightly and wanked it hard and fast. My piss lips opened wide and 5 jets of spunk pumped out. The first coated his left nipple, three more joining my son's load on his chest and abs. The final spurt landed on his prick and ran down over his balls. Milking the last few drops of cum from my cock I allowed them to drip onto his strong thighs. He slumbered on, content and happy in post orgasmic euphoria. Post Script Was my son awake? Did he know his father was there and what was happening was not a dream? Of course he was awake and knew exactly what was happening but each day we play out the same game, the same beautiful game. The end Comments always welcome: bazxl@yahoo.com