Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2006 06:53:53 -0400 (EDT) From: mitchmulder Subject: a dad and his son 3 I was paralyzed, could not speak, move or do anything. Steve sat down on the bed, next to me, still stroking his dick, his naked side touched me. Slowly he moved his head forward. "No, Steve, please". His lips parted. "This is wrong, please stop" I said. His lips touched mine, "no Steve, please", he forced his tongue through my lips. It was as I was hit by lightning, my whole body was on fire, I could feel every nerve, every hair of my body, my heart beat increased, a warm wave went through me as I felt his tongue roaming inside me. I knew I would burn in hell for this, but damn, it was worth it. He pressed his lips tighter on mine, my tongue seem to have a life of it own, it reacted by forcing its way into Steve's mouth, my arms went around his shoulders, pulling him on top of me. As I felt his hard cock touching mine, I broke the kiss. "Steve! This is not right, we shouldn't be doing this" I started. "I want this, dad, I know you want it too". His lips were back on mine, our tongues mingled, our cocks grinding together. I knew this was wrong but it felt so right, so good. His mouth moved to my ear, softly biting my earlobe, I gave a soft long moan. It had been too long since I had been with someone in this way. I really gave a cry as his lips kissed my nipple and his teeth carefully chewed on it. With my hand on the back of his head I held him in place, enjoying his lips, tongue and teeth. He moved to the other, making that as hard and erect as the other one. Slowly he licked his way down, pushing his tongue into my navel. I had to laugh at the tickling sensation. Then he moved his tongue over my stomach down, licking up my juice dripping from my cock onto my body. He took my cock in his hand, it was like he was examining it, with his lips he rolled down my skin and placed a kiss on the tip of the head. He licked away a drop oozing out of my piss slit. He gave me a big smile and, while still looking at me right in the eyes, he opened his mouth wide. "Son, you're sure? I mean we still can stop". As an answer he lowered his head, I felt his lips brush against my head, my cock entered his warm moist mouth. Now I was really moaning aloud. Although I had had a good sex life with my wife, this was something she never had done. The head of my cock was soon hitting him at the back of his throat. To my surprise he could take my whole cock of 7.5 inch in. His nose was buried in my pubes. "O fuck! This is so hot!" I shouted as he bopped his head up and down. With his hands he cupped my balls, rolling them around in his hand. "O man, please stop, you gonna make me shoot any second now!" Thank God he let my cock fall out of his mouth and he work his way up again, kissing every part of my stomach, chest and neck. He moved his body so he was sitting on top if my chest, his knees in my armpits, his hard beautiful dripping cock just a few inches away from my mouth. I lifted my head up, I could feel the heat coming from his dick. His cock was just perfect, maybe not as thick as mine but the same length, the skin was already half pulled back, exposing the glistening slit. He leaned a bit forward and I opened my mouth willingly. His long hot meat glided over my tongue, I closed my lips around the shaft and sucked it in, my tongue working the smooth head. As his head touched the back of my mouth I had to gag, Steve pulled back a bit, but I leaned forward and sucked him back in again. Steve moaned as I moved my head and squeezed his perfect ass. He started to pump his hips, his balls hitting my chin. I loved his cock, I loved Steve, he started to move his hips faster, he was now really fucking me in my mouth. He took my head in his hands, I relax as he started to move my head to meet his thrusts. "O fuck dad, you want to have my load". I slapped his ass in agreement, hell yes, I want to taste my son's cum, all of it. Steve moans became louder his movements even more faster, I could feel his cock swelling a bit up, he stopped for a second, with a loud groan, he erupted his seed in my mouth, my mouth flooded, I swallowed fast, spurt after spurt I tasted, I could not keep up with it, cum was dripping out of the corners of my mouth, still he was shooting and fucking me. At last his body froze, I licked his cock off. "Wow dad, amazing!" His hand reached around his back, found my rock hard cock, and started to wank it. "So close!" I moaned. He moved from my chest, he lifted his body up, he guided my cock to his ass. O my! I thought, he is going to let me fuck him! Slowly he lowered himself over my cock. I thought I was going to cum as my cock touched his pucker, I felt him opening up for me, how his warm flesh was welcoming my cock. Deeper and deeper I entered him, the feeling was incredible, with a sigh he lowered his ass on my thighs, his balls resting on my pubes. Without moving I could feel his muscles tightening around my cock. "Fuck Steve! this is so hot" He began to move, first slowly up and down, then faster, I pushed my hips up to meet his movements, this couldn't go on for long, I felt I was heading for a orgasm big time. I guess we were both moaning and shouting in lust, I was going to cum, there was no turning back now. With all my strength I pushed up my hips, my back arched. I let out a primitive roar as I started to shoot. Steve squeezed his ass muscles even firmer. It felt like my climax would go on for ever. Finally I let myself fall back on the bed, totally spent. Steve gave a cry and to my surprise I saw his cock spewing his delicious white juice over my chest. Steve collapsed on top of me. I pressed him closely to me, kissing him all over his face. My cock plopped out of him, we laughed at the sound. Steve rolled over, next to me, and cuddled up to me. With his head on my chest, he ran his fingers through my chest hairs. "Finally!" he said. "This must be our little secret, you know that, don't you". "I know" he gave me a kiss, "goodnight dad". "Night, son". ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Next morning when I woke up, dad was already up, I could hear him downstairs in the kitchen. I rolled over to where he had slept, the sheet were still a bit warm. I pushed my morning wood hard on the mattress and buried my face in his pillow, a trace of his scent filled my nostrils. I started to jack off. If only he would be still in bed with me. I knew I had to hurry, the football game started early. Reliving the memory of last night it did take long to shoot my load over my self and on the sheets. After I had showered and got dressed I got downstairs. Dad was already preparing breakfast. As it was a hot day he was wearing some shorts and a t-shirt, he just looked great. "Morning, Steve" he said as he poured us some coffee. "Morning dad" I walked over to him and gave him a big kiss. He hesitated a for a moment but then he kissed me back. "I slept perfectly" I said. "Me too". I was impressed with what my dad had made, orange juice, toast, eggs, coffee. I couldn't even remember the last time we had breakfast together, he used to sleep late in the weekends, to tired of the hard work during the week. "Don't forget your swimming gear" he said, "that is if you still want to go to the beach after-wards". "Can Jim come along too" "Sure, no problem". "Dad, about last night" I started. He looked a bit alarmed. "Just wanted to let you know that I liked it, liked it very much". "Me too" he answered after a while, "but it shouldn't have happened, it's not right". "Ah, come on! I wanted it too!, you know that". "Don't know, Steve, I should have stopped it, I don't want to force you, I mean just because I'm your dad, doesn't mean you should feel obliged to do it". I looked at him with a blank face, he should know that I wanted it to happen. "Am I making any sense?" he asked. "No, not really", I smiled, "as I said, I wanted it too, after-all I came into you room, you did not force me". "It must be our little secret, you know that, don't you". "Yes, I know". I called Jim to tell him we would be picking him up and that we headed for the beach after the match. I felt a bit puzzled about dad, he felt guilty somehow. Before we left the house I stopped him. "Dad, I hope we have more night like last night". I put my arms around him and kissed him. He dropped the bag was carrying and put his arms around me too. "Are you sure?" he asked. "200%" I said. For a minute I thought he was going to cry, but then he gave me a big smile, he ran his hand over my face and laid his fingers on my lips. "I love you, Steve". ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You must be Steve's father" the coach said as he saw us and extended his hand. He almost crushed my hand with his big hand. "you two really look alike" and to Jim and Steve: "go on get changed". "If only more parents would show some interest in their sons" the coach continued. I followed his gaze over the field, besides the coach from the other team who was talking to some of his players, there was no one. "Don't expect too much of this match, the other team is much stronger, I had a hard team finding enough boys for our team, nowadays most of them just hang in front of their PC". "Yeah I know". "You look fit, in good shape, do a lot of sports?" the coach inquired. "Not anymore, I used to swim a lot, play some tennis, haven't had much time the last couple of years". "I know how that goes" he said, "but is important, you should take it up again". "Well we'll see". "Excuse, have to talk to the boys, by the way, Steve is one of out best players, if only the rest was half as good as him, we would have a change". I thought he was only being polite, but seeing them play I had to admit that Steve was good, always asking for the ball, always keeping up the speed. The other team was just too strong, after 15 minutes Steve's team was already 1 point behind. The coach was shouting instructions from the side line, but without any results. The second half was even worse, only 10 minutes left, it was 2-0 for the other team. "Another lost game" the coach said as he came up to me, "still the boys seem the enjoy their selves. All of a sudden their was shouting on the field, Steve had gotten hold of the ball and headed to the other side shaking off his opponents and passing the defense. He aimed and took a hard shot at the goal, the ball made a curve, the keeper ran to the wrong corner, the ball landed in the net. A loud cheer erupted from his team members, they came running over to Steve. 2-1! The coach screamed and almost danced, he slapped my shoulders, and gave me a tight hug "you saw that, just perfect". He turned to the field again, applauding and cheering to Steve. Soon after that the referee ended the game. Both teams cheered, the others because they had won, Steve's team because they at least scored a point. Steve was slapped on his shoulders, with a big smile he waved at me. I stuck up my thumb "well done, Steve!". The guys, together with the coach went inside again. I should have watch him play more often, I thought, I had missed so much, but that was all going to change. I was glad that Steve had stopped me this morning on our way out. When I had woken up this morning and had seen him sleeping next to me, I felt somehow guilty, he was just too perfect to be in bed with me. But now I knew he had wanted it too. The coach and the guys came back again. "Hey Steve you played like a pro" I said. "You saw it dad?" I nodded, "you all play good" I said to Jim. "Just a little more practice" the coach said to the guys, he turned to me again, "say, if you like to take up that swimming again, I swim twice a week, Monday and Thursday evenings, you know that old swimming pool in Church Street?". "Yeah, maybe I'll take you up on that, didn't know that was still open, I used to go their when I was a kid". "Yes, they are talking about to tear it down and have some apartment blocks, but they're talking about it for years now. It's a bit run down, but not very busy, just a plain pool, perfect for a swim, no fancy slides, saunas and stuff like that". "Sounds good to me". "Okay then, maybe I'll see you Monday evening then". ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You see that" Jim asked walking back to the car, "the coach was making a pass at your dad!". "Oh, come on, don't be a fool" I answered. I looked back, dad and the coach was saying goodbye, the coach shook my dad's hand again. "never knew he was so well mannered". "I'm telling you, man, coach is hitting on your dad!" "Shut up, he's coming". "Ready for the beach, guys?" It looked like dad really looked forward to it. We got in the car and drove away.