Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2007 17:43:40 -0400 (EDT) From: Mitchel Mulder Subject: a dad and his son-21 We spent the whole evening going through old stuff. Apart from the books dad didn't want to throw anything away. I got two boxes out of the garage and we threw everything in them. I knew we would never look in them again, after-all, who need knitting patterns or recipes cut out of a magazine. Dad stretched his arms, "time to go to bed for me." "Sure dad, your last day tomorow?" "Hope so; Hell, haven't had a free day for years, if any one deserves it, it's me!" Dad got up and lifted the two boxes, "Could you open the door for me?" He placed the boxes in a corner of the garage. He looked at them and then to me. "Is this right, Steve? I mean all these things were important to your mother." I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him. "Sure, dad, if mum was still alive, she would have thrown them out years ago. You ever saw her knit?" He had to smile, "she hated it, when you were a baby she started on several things for you, but she never finished one of them, at the end we always bought something similar. Cheaper and quicker, she used to say." I gave him a kiss in the neck. "Come on, dad, let's get to bed." I spent the night cuddled up to him, our naked bodies pressed together. In the middle of the night I felt dad's hard cock pushing against the small of my back. He was still asleep, he said words but I could not make out what he was saying. His hand was going over my shoulder and arm. I moved a bit up, placing his cock between my legs. His hard warm cock slided between my legs. He started to fuck me faster, muttering things I still could not make out. I spit in my hand and wet his cock. Gentle I guided his cock to my opening. Dad kept on thrusting his cock. I had to bite my lips as he pushed inside of me." "Mmmm, yeah" dad groaned. Who was he fucking now, I thought, me, Paul or mum? I pushed my ass back, his hand went over my chest and started to stroke my cock. That narrowed it down to Paul or me. His warm wet tongue licked my ear, that made me cry out in pleasure. "Love you Steve." I turned my face, kissing him on the mouth. He pulled out his cock and pushed me on my back. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth. He climbed on top of me, spreading my legs with his hips. His cock found my ass again. I wrapped my legs around him, pushing him closer to me, his cock entered me again. Still kissing me, he fucked me fast, he pushed his cock as deep as he could, he threw his head back. "Yes dad, shoot it!" I cried. "Ohhh, fuck!" He plunged his hips forward, his sperm soaking my ass and my bowels. With all my strength, I held my legs around him, locking his body. I jerked my cock faster, dad was kissing me on my mouth, his cock was still hard and burried deep inside of me. "Come on, son. Give me that seed of yours!" He thrusted his hips forward again. I gave a cry and exploded, covering both dad and myself with my cum. Finally dad pulled out of me and licked my juices of my chest. "Goodnight, Steve" with that he kissed me, feeding me my own cum. The next morning he sat on the bed, all dressed up in his suit. He kissed me gently on my lips. "Last day, dad?" "Hope so!" I kissed him back and straightened his tie. "See you tonight." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------- After saying goodbye to Steve, I bump into Peter of next door, who just returned from the night shift. I always admire guys that could do that, woking at odd hours. We said hello to eachother. "Hey, if Steve want to finish the job, he can do it this afternoon." "Okay, I tell." My manager was not thrilled that I asked a couple of days off, but he couldn't refuse it, afterall, when was the last time I had taken some days off? I spent most of the morning answering mails, and assigning outstanding issues. Around eleven Steve called. "Hey, son, what's up?" "Dad, you gonna get a call form Jim's mother." "Jim's mother?" The moment I said it, a panicked, what had Jim told her, did she know? "Yeah, Jim had to ask your office number so she got give you a call, don't know why, Jim doesn't know either." I took a deep breath, "well we'll see. O, by the way, I ran into Peter this morning, he expects you to finish their lawn this afternoon." "okay, no problem. And, did you get your days off?" "Yes!" "Great dad!" "Start making plans, son, what you wanna do?" "I'll think about it." "Sorry, Steve, have to go, another call on the other line, see you tonight." "Okay dad, bye." It was Jim's mother, calling me from Paris. She hadn't found out anything, but it was about Jim. She was afraid that he might get bored once they were at the coast. Paris wasn't a problem, so many museums to visit, so many historical sights to see. I had to fight back the urge to burst out in laughter. "So, we were thinking, eh...., maybe we should have thought about it right away." she continued. "Sorry, you lost me." "Look, we'll be staying in a bungalow with two bedrooms, we just think it would be nice for Jim to have a friend over. I know you haven't planned anything, do you think Steve would like to come?" "You mean, are you inviting Steve to come over, to the South of France?" "Eh, yeah, of course we'll split the costs." "That's not a problem." I thought for a few seconds, I know that Steve would love it, even after these few days, he missed Jim. There are worst things than spending a week at the Riviera. "Okay, let me check for the flights, can I call you later?" "Of course, but let's keep it a secret for the boys." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- The call from Jim was a bit strange, he told me that they were queue for the Louvre ("what, again?")and that his mother wanted to talk to dad. He did not know why. It was good to hear his voice again, gave my cock a stir. "Shit man, same here!" he answered when I told him. "Wish I was there with you instead of here, another day locked up with my parents in this fucking museum!" "Mmmm, getting hard here" I was not joking, slowly I stroke my hardening cock. "You know dad fucked me this morning." "O man, tell me all." "His big fat cock sliding in and out of my ass, would love to pump my cock in a nice juicy ass right now, a nice ass as yours!" "Fuck man, stop it, hey leaking here and I'm just wearing thin white cotton pants." "So, you get a nice spot!" I giggled. "O man, you bet!" He covered the mic with his hand. "Steve, guess what, we can go in, have to go. Hey, what is your dad's number again?" I hang up and fought back the urge to jack off. Better save it till this afternoon. The rest of the morning I spent doing chores in and around the house. Around 1.00 PM I went over to Peter's, using the path at the back. The lawn mower was were I had left it last time. Most of the lawn I had already done, so no sweat. I started at once pushing the mower to the back of the garden. "Five extra, if you'll do it in the nude." I stopped for just one second, pulled down my shorts and stepped out of them. I did not look back I just pushed the mower to the end of the lawn. When I moved back towards the house, Peter was naked too, sitting with his legs wide apart, stroking his hard cock. As I moved closer I could see he was staring at my cock, which hardened with each step I made. When I reached the terrace my cock was fully erect, pointing straight at Peter. "Nice, Steve!" I gave him a big smile, and turned around, two more lanes to go. When I finished the last lane Peter got up from his chair, pre-cum dripped from the tip of his head. "Come on, man!" he said, and sat down again, holding his cock at the base. I got closer to him, stroking my own dick, instead of kneeling down between his leg, placed my hand behind his head and pushed him forward. Peter gagged as my cock pushed between his lips. He tried to draw back but I held his head in place, pushing my hips a bit forward. "Yeah, suck me" I moved one hand over his chest to his nipple and pinched it. He moaned softly. Finally I felt his tongue licking my head, I withdrew a few inches so that only my head was in his mouth. "Suck me and I'll suck you" I whispered. Peter sucked my cock further into his mouth, moving his tongue rapidly over my head. "Yeah, man, that's it." His hand cupped my balls, I gave a groan and started to fuck his face, making sure that I did not go to deep. After a few seconds Peter was blowing me eagerly. His lips moved closer to my stomach and soon his lips were touching my pubes. He rolled my balls in his hands, sucking hard on my cock, I let go of his head, and started to pinch my nipples. I moved my hips faster, my balls hitting his chin. The sun was shing on my back, my nose filled with the smell of sweat and the smell of fresh mowed grass. Peter was stroking his cock faster. Our breathing became heavier, I knew I was going to shoot soon. I pulled my cock out of his mouth. "Lick my balls!" I shouted. Peter didn't wait, he opened his mouth wide and sucked my balls in, I stroked my cock faster. "Oh,... fuck!" My cock exploded, cum shooting high up and landed on his face. Peter kept sucking my balls, till the last drop dribbled out of my split. He rested back on the lounger, stroking his cock faster, I dropped to my knees, when my tongue touched his glans, I felt his sperm hitting my mouth. I grabbed his spewing cock and wanked him till the last drop. I rested my head against the inside of his thigh, seeing his cock getting soft. Peter licked away his cum from my face. He reached down and got hold of his briefs which he used to clean his face. We drank a beer after which I retrieved my shorts from the lawn. Peter went into the house and came back dressed in a fresh pair of briefs and handed me the money. "Thanks." "You too!" he smiled. Once home I hit the shower, letting the cold water cascade over my body. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I heard the front door open. "Any one home?" I heard the coach shout.