Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2007 04:33:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: Long-Ride-Home-3

Author's note: This is a continuation of a story I wrote last summer called
"The Long Ride Home."  Thanks to everyone who wrote saying how much they
enjoyed it.  Your requests were heard and I'm continuing the story.  As
always, comments are welcome.  Enjoy!



A couple months have passed since I wrote about my experiences with my son.
On a drive home from a day at the lake, I watched my son masturbate in the
back seat of our car.  He didn't realize I could see him in the rearview
mirror.  Watching him got me so excited that I started jerking off in the
front seat.  A couple days later, my son caught me jacking off in our
garage.  He ended up joining me and the two of us jerked off together.  It
was one of the most amazing experiences of my life and one I'll never
forget.

I t was all the more surprising, then, that nothing more happened after
that night in the garage.  I was actually hoping that maybe the two of us
could get together and jerk off regularly.  I'd even thought that maybe we
could do more than just jerk off together.  It's been a long time since
I've fooled around with other guys and there are certainly nights when I
desperately want to suck a nice, juicy dick.  My son has a nice, juicy dick
and the idea that maybe one night he'd let me suck him off always got me
going.  After that night in the garage, though, Joe didn't seem all that
interested in doing anything with me.  I didn't want to pressure him in any
way and figured he'd let me know if he wanted to fool around.  But week
after week, I got no signals, no looks and no direct questions, even when
we were alone.  I decided that maybe it was something he'd been curious
about and now that he'd done it, he just wasn't interested anymore.

Toward the end of summer, we decided to take another trip to the lake.
There was the promise of a beautiful, sunny August day.  School was going
to start soon and my wife thought one more trip to the beach would be a
nice way to end the summer vacation.  So we packed up the car and left
early in the morning, getting to the beach around 11.  It was already
really hot when we got out of the car and it felt like it was going to get
even hotter before the day ended.  As soon as we parked the car, Joe opened
the door and was off, running down to the lake, leaving my wife and I to
unload the car.  We decided to take only a few things now and come back
later for the grill, cooler and food.  Carrying the chairs, umbrella and
tote bags, we walked down the bluff to the beach and found a place to set
up our chairs.


Joe was already in the water, splashing around.  He was totally in his
element.  He loved swimming.  He'd spent much of the summer at various
pools around town - both at city pools and pools of friends. As a result,
he'd gotten very tan and his normally dark brown hair had lightened quite a
bit.  After about 10 minutes, he came walking out of the water and I
couldn't help staring, behind my sunglasses, as he came toward me.  He was
a skinny kid, but he still had a muscular body from the swimming and other
sports he enjoyed.  Without ever lifting weights, he had the body many guys
in the gym work hard to achieve - broad shoulders, a nice toned chest,
6-pack abs and rather muscular arms.  Coming out of the lake, I also
couldn't help noticing his waist and how his bathing suit clung to his
body, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.  I could clearly make out
the head of his dick, and above that, part of the shaft as it swung while
he walked.  As he came toward me, I watched the water dripping from his
suit as it ran down his hairy legs.  Seeing him now filled me with both
pride and lust.  He was my boy, and a beautiful one at that.  I loved him
as much as any father could.  But I also had started seeing him as a man, a
damn sexy man at that. Thinking about the times I'd seen him get hard,
stroke his dick and cum got my juices flowing and I found myself getting a
hard-on right on the beach.  I had to adjust myself and pull up on my
bathing suit so no could see the growing lump in it.

After lying in the sun with my wife and son for about an hour, I decided to
go up on the bluff behind the beach, find a shady spot under some trees and
take a nap.  I told my family as much and went back to the car to get a
blanket.  As I was coming back, I ran into Joe, who had come up to find me.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied. "I just thought I'd join you up here.  It's getting
too hot down there."

"Not too hot for your Mother," I said.  I swear my wife was part iguana.
It was never too hot or too humid for her.  She could stay in the hot sun
for days at a time.

We walked around on the bluffs until we found a nice clean patch of sand
that was shaded, though not really under any trees directly.  I opened the
blanket and spread it on the ground and sat down, looking out toward the
lake.  It was a glorious day, and I was really enjoying myself.  I
stretched out and lay on my side, propped up on an elbow.  Joe sat next to
me.

"Dad?" he said.

"Yeah, Son."

"Uh.  Remember last time we were here?"

"How could I forget?" I replied, smiling.

"Well...  Did you think it was...?  What we did..." He kept trailing off
and looking away.

"What?"

"Do you think what we did was wrong?"  This time he looked right at me.

The look on his face, along with this question, made me realize why nothing
had happened since that night in the garage.  He was feeling guilty and
probably pretty confused.

"No, son," I calmly replied.  "I don't think it was wrong."

"It may be hard to understand," I continued, "but what happened between us
just happened.  We both enjoyed it.  Neither of us was forced to do
anything we didn't want to do.  So, why would you think it's wrong?"

"I don't know." He replied.  "I... Well, I sort of mentioned it to Bill."
Bill was a friend of Joe's.  They'd been friends since starting High School
and did everything together.  I was a little taken aback by this
confession.

"What did you tell him?" I asked, trying to sound calm.

"Oh, just that I had seen you jerking off in the car while you were driving
and that I jacked off in the back seat.  I thought he'd think it was funny
or something, but he thought it was gross.  Then I told him that I thought
you were sexy, and he said that was even more gross."

"Did you tell him about the time in the garage?" I asked.

"No!" he replied.  "Not after how he acted about the ride home that night.
It was weird.  We were talking about jerking off and how much we do it, and
I asked if he'd ever watched another guy do it.  He made this face and
said, 'No! Never!' and I told him I'd seen you do it.  He asked me when and
where, so I told him, and he thought it was gross.  I just... I guess I
began to think about it and wonder if he was right."

"Well," I sat up and faced him.  "Do you think it's gross?"

"No." he said.  "I really enjoyed it.  But, you know, I started to
wonder..."

"I understand," I said.  "And that's normal.  But you could have come and
talked to me sooner.  I don't want you feeling guilty about what happened
or feeling like you did something wrong or bad.  You did something
enjoyable.  You shared yourself with me and I love you for it.  It was a
great experience.  Both times were. OK?"

"Yeah, Ok." He said, sounding a bit relieved.  "Thanks, Dad. "

"Alright," I said.  "I'm going to take a nap.  What are you going to do?"

"Not what I'd like to do," he replied and looked down at his crotch.

I followed his eyes and saw that he'd gotten hard.  I guess my talk made
him feel a lot better!  He was sitting on one of his feet and his other leg
was bent with his foot on the ground, so there was a gap in his bathing
suit.  He reached down and gave his dick a squeeze and then pulled back on
his bathing suit.  Suddenly, the head of his dick slid into view.  The
second I saw it, I immediately got hard myself.  I was still lying on my
side and my dick was pointing toward the ground.  I reached down and gave
it a good squeeze, letting Joe know I was just as hard as him.

Feeling encouraged, he pulled back more of his bathing suit until his penis
was fully free and ran along his thigh.  He reached down and gripped the
shaft and began rhythmically squeezing it.  I sat up and began looking
around.  The beach was by no means empty and I realized we really couldn't
be doing this.  However, as I looked around, I realized everyone was down
on the beach or in the lake.  There was no one up here on the bluffs.  We
were alone.

"Damn," I said, "It's nice to see that again.  I thought I'd never get to
see your dick again."

Joe kept playing with himself, alternatively squeezing and stroking his
dick.  It was a beautiful meaty dick, too.  It was about 7 or 71/2 inches
long and thick, with a nice thick head on it.  He was circumcised, but the
doctor had mercifully left a lot of skin so when he stroked his dick, he
had a lot to play with.  Watching him do this once again filled me with
lust and joy.  It was so sexy watching him play with himself.

Both of us were lost in the moment and didn't realize my wife had come up
to find us.

"Michael?" I heard her call.

I looked up and saw her walking towards me.  I quickly looked at Joe.  He'd
already pulled the swim trunks down, covering his dick.  I crossed my legs
and hoped that sitting that way would hide the erection in my shorts.  We
were both more or less composed when she reached us.

"What's going on up here?" She asked.

"Nothing," I replied.  "Just talking."

"Oh.  Are you guys hungry?  Should we have some lunch?"

"I'm gonna take a dip while you fix lunch," said Joe and was up and off
before either of us could say anything.  My wife looked at me, shrugged,
and walked off to the car to get the cooler and food.

The rest of the day seemed to go extremely slowly.  I guess I was anxious
to be alone with Joe again.  I was so fixated on the conversation we'd had
and what had followed that I couldn't wait to pick up where we'd left off.
But he spent the afternoon alternating between swimming in the lake and
lying on the beach drying off in the sun.  I spent most of my afternoon up
on the bluff trying to read, but finding it impossible, as the image of
Joe's dick sliding out of his swim trunks kept coming into view.  Finally,
after we grilled some burgers, we decided to pack up the car and drive
home.

As I said before, my wife has the enviable ability to fall asleep in the
car almost as soon as it starts moving.  As usual, by the time we hit the
highway, she was out.  The sun was setting behind us and as we set out for
home, my mind went back to that night at the beginning of the summer when
this all began.  I looked in the rearview mirror and found Joe looking back
at me with a smile on his face.  He was thinking about the same thing.

I adjusted the mirror a bit and saw that his hand was on his crotch and he
was rubbing what was obviously a hard-on.  He was still wearing his bathing
suit and, after a few minutes, I looked in the mirror and saw that he'd
unlaced the waist and had slid them down a bit so he could pull his dick
out.  This time, instead of jerking off discreetly, he was doing it boldly
and showing off to his old man!  He was sitting so one leg was up on the
seat and the other was on the floor and he stretched out, almost reclining
against the side door.  He kept stroking his dick, slowly moving his hand
up, bunching the skin around the ridge that ran along the head of his dick
and running a finger from his other hand along the inside.  It almost
looked like he was playing with a foreskin.  Every once in a while, he'd
start jerking more frantically, working himself up and bringing himself
close to coming, then he would slow down, start breathing more slowly and
calm down.

Watching him like this had the same effect on me it had last time.  From
the minute I saw his dick out, mine got rock hard.  And like last time, I
was able to let it slip out of my bathing suit liner so it was against the
inside of my right thigh.  I was holding the wheel of the car with my right
hand and squeezing my dick with left, alternating between looking at the
road and looking the mirror at my son, stroking his dick for all it was
worth.

A couple times I looked in the mirror to make sure he was watching and I'd
pick my dick up, squeeze it at the base and shake it in the air so he could
see it from the back seat.  When I looked back, he was smiling at me,
stroking his dick a bit faster, appreciating what he saw.

After about 15 minutes or so of this, we passed a sign announcing a rest
stop 3 miles ahead.  I looked at the sign, turned to look at Joe and
quietly asked, "Should we stop at this rest stop?"

"Yeah," he replied, smiling.  "I need to pee."

He slipped his dick back into his bathing suit, as did I, and we drove on
until the exit for the rest stop appeared.  As I'd hoped, there wasn't a
car or truck in the parking lot.  We were quite alone.  I pulled up to the
building, an old, rather run-down place, and parked the car.  My wife
continued to sleep and I figured she would until we got home.

Joe and I got out of the car and walked up to the building.  The door to
the men's room was around on the side.  We opened the door and walked in.
It was an old rest stop, probably built in the early 50s.  On one wall,
there were a couple stalls and a row of urinals, those old-fashioned kind
that went all the way to the floor.  Across from those were 3 sinks that
looked like they hadn't been washed in years.  There were a couple yellow
lights in the ceiling fixture.  It was quiet except for the crickets
outside.

Joe walked up to a urinal and slide his trunks down a bit, then reached in
and took his penis out.  I stood at a urinal next to him and watched as he
gently held it in his hand.  Suddenly, a stream of piss began coming out,
hitting the back of the urinal and making a rather loud noise in the quiet
night.  I pulled up on the bottom of my bathing suit liner, exposing my
dick and letting it hang next to my leg.  As I relaxed, piss started to
pour out of me.  Joe looked over and watched me pee while I did the same to
him.  By the time we were finished, we were both getting hard.

Joe had taken his dick and given it a few shakes after he'd finished
pissing and how was tugging on it as it got hard again.  Mine was getting
hard with no hands at all and soon both of us had erections pointing
straight in front of us.  Keeping my bathing suit liner pulled up with my
left hand, I began to stroke my dick with my right, never taking my eyes
off Joe's beautiful cock, once again rigid.  Joe let his bathing suit slide
down his legs and stood naked with it bunched around his ankles, arching
his back and stroking his dick in total abandon.  Standing there, at the
urinals, watching each other stroke off was so sexy, so fucking amazing to
me.

"I don't know how long I can last," Joe whispered, finally breaking the
silence."

"Don't wait for me," I said.  "Come when you have to.  Just let me have
some."

He wasn't kidding, because as soon as I said this, he thrust his hips
forward more and began stroking his dick even faster.  I put my hand on his
shoulder and turned him toward me.  He was beginning to bend his knees
outward, almost squatting, and his head fell back.  I knew he was close, so
I squatted down in front of him.

"Go ahead," I said, looking up at him.

Joe held his breath for a minute, his body began to shake and I knew he was
going to shoot.  Suddenly, he let out his breath along with a short but
forceful moan a huge blob of cum hit my face.  I tilted my chin up and
opened my mouth just in time to catch the second spurt.  I inched in closer
and more cum shot into my mouth and onto my bottom lip.  Finally, as the
moans subsided and the semen began to drip out, I quickly swallowed, opened
my mouth again and gently took the tip of his cock into my mouth.  It was
so warm and smooth.  I could taste the funk of his sperm, salty but musky
and I just let his dick rest on my tongue.  The head kept pulsing in my
mouth, engorging with each spasm, as if he was still trying to empty more
cum from his balls.  The feel of his dick swelling in my mouth as well as
the smell and taste of his spunk pushed me over the edge. As I knelt on the
floor, my son's dick in my mouth, I pumped out a huge load of cum.  I
moaned as I furiously pumped my dick and began to shoot.  I could feel Joe
bend over, but I was determined to keep his dick in my mouth.  He was
trying to reach down and, after putting a hand on my back, was able to keep
steady enough to put a hand under my ejaculating cock and get a couple
spurts of my semen on his palm.  As I finished coming, I sat back on my
heels, still pumping my spurting dick and looked up at Joe.  He smiled,
raised his hand to his mouth and began to lick the cum in it. He made a
quiet moan as he ate my cum, savoring it the way I'd savored his.  Looking
up at him filled me with lust all over again.

I rocked back on my feet and slowly stood up so we were now facing each
other, both sweaty and breathing heavy, our still-hard dicks pointing at
each other.

"Phew," I said, "That was pretty... great!"

"Yeah," he replied, laughing.  "It was... fucking awesome!"

"Hey," I said jokingly, "watch your mouth."

He gave me that smile of his that's so disarming, this time even more so
because of the bit of cum still on the corner of this mouth.  I wiped it
off with my thumb, showed it to him and then licked it off.  For some
reason, this made both of us laugh hysterically and we kept laughing as he
pulled his bathing suit up and I pulled my down.  I put my arm around him
as we walked out of the rest stop into the night air.  It seemed cooler,
but I realized it was because I'd gotten so hot inside.  As we got back
into the car, my wife woke up.

"Where are we?"  She asked, looking around.

"Oh, we had to stop for a minute," I replied.  "Do you need to go to the
bathroom?"

"No," She said, "I'm fine.  Let's go home."

"Yeah, Dad," came a voice from the backseat.  "Let's go home."