Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2006 16:07:09 -0400 (EDT) From: mitchmulder Subject: a dad and his son-7 I could hear dad taking a shower, I turned and looked at the ceiling. My hand slided over my chest, my nipples were still a bit sore from last night. It had been so hot, it had been different. That's it, I thought, it hadn't been just sex, no, we made love! I closed my eyes, it had been wonderful. Dad was whistling as he walked naked to his room to get dressed. My morning hard-on made a jump as I saw his soft cock going up and down as he walked by. Before he left he walked into my room and sat next to me on my bed. He kissed me on my fore head. "Love you, son" I pulled him close to me, "Love you to dad." I could smell his cologne, he looked so handsome in his suit. "See you tonight, and don't be late for school." "Okay, dad, see you." When I heard the front door close his scent still lingered in the room, I started to wank my hard cock, thinking back at last night I soon shot my cum all over my chest and stomach. With my fingers I licked it off. I got up, showered, grabbed a sandwich and headed for school. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------ Even the traffic jams didn't bothered me today. I didn't mind all the e-mails that had come in overnight. I felt perfect, I felt I could do the impossible today. "Looks like you had a good weekend" Janice said. "As a matter of fact I had, a great weekend." "You look good, even got a tan, if only I hadn't been married!" she joked. Just before five Steve called. "Dad, I hope you don't mind, but Jim's mother insist that I have dinner with them, she wants to do something back for Jim spending the weekend with us." "That's alright, no problem." "Yeah, but you know, I'd rather be with you." "No Steve, you've got your friends, you should spend time with them." "Yeah, I know, but, well, you know, thinking about last night I know better things to do then having dinner with Jim's family." I had to laugh, "yes, I guess it will be a bit different. Well, see you tonight then." When I put down the phone I realized that when he referred to last night I did not feel guilty, it only brought back memories, good ones, very good ones! "O my, still smiling!" Janice said as she got her bag to go home, "you must be in love." "No" I said, "just happy." Not long after Janice had left I went home too, although there was no need to go home, but I wanted to stick to my rule not to work late anymore. Steve had already made some dinner for me, I only had to put it in the micro wave. The house felt empty without Steve but I was glad that he was going his own way. After dinner I went upstairs and changed. Maybe I would do some washing or cleaning. Then I remembered Steve's coach, it was Monday night, his night to go for a swim in that old swimming pool in Church-street. Can't remember the last time I was there, it must have been in my teens. I parked my car and looked down the street, half of the houses were already torn down. The entrance was still the same, only it could do with a bit of fresh paint. I bought a ticket and walked in, the men locker room was upstairs. It was just as I remembered it. The locker-room hadn't change either, only most of the lockers were out of order, only a few were locked, so I guessed it was not busy. I changed into my Speedos and stuffed my cloths into a locker. I tied the strap with the key, around my wrist and went downstairs to the pool. As I had thought only a few people were in the water. I dived in, there was a time I could swim the entire length of the pool under water, now halfway I had to come up for air. I swam a couple of laps, the coach had been right, swimming relaxed you and you felt better at the same time. Just as I wanted to turn to go for another lap, someone pulled my leg and my head went under. I came up for air "What the fuck!" "Hey great that you are here, hope I didn't scare you!" "hi coach, it's you!" "Come on, we are here to swim" he replied and swam off. Man, he really was fast, I had a hard time keeping up with him. I always thought I was in shape, but I was wrong. After I don't know how many laps, he finally stopped and waited for me, I was a full lap behind him. When I finally caught up with him he smiled broadly, "not bad for someone who didn't swim in years." I had to take a few deep breaths before I could answer him. "Luckily I quite smoking a few years ago." "Come on, just two more" the coach said and he was off again. I don't know how many laps we did, but apart from an old lady we were the only ones left. He was waiting at me with a broad grin. "I'm really impressed, you know." "I hate to think how my muscles will feel tomorrow" I answered. "No, really you did a great job, kept up the speed. Well, I think you had enough for today." He climbed out of the water, at the soccer game I had seen him in a sweatsuit but now as he stepped out of the water I could see how muscular he was. I got out of the water too and followed him upstairs. When we climbed the stairs I could not take my eyes of his round perfect ass in his black tight Speedos. Our lockers were right next to each other. I really could feel my muscles in my calves, specially after climbing those stairs. I sat down on the bench and rubbed them. "A hot shower will fix that" The coach said as he opened his locker. "Nah, it's not that bad" I said. The coach stepped out of his Speedos. His fat uncut cock was right before my eyes, his large balls were shaved and his hair above his cock neatly trimmed , his equipment matched his big massive thighs. Maybe I should start shaving there too, it looked quite nice. "So what do you think?" he asked. Only then I realized that I must have been staring, I felt myself gettng a bit red, "Sorry.. what?" "The swimming!" He answered. "O, yeah, sure, yeah great." I was telling the truth, I could feel every muscle in my body, but was a bit tired though. I opened my locker too and got naked. In the corner of my eyes I saw him glance quickly at my body. We did not say much while we dried off and got dressed. It was already dark when we got outside. "Well, hope to see you again here" the couch said. "You will, I feel great" I stretched myself, with my hand I hide a yawn. "I know" he said, "swimming always makes me a bit dozy too, that's why it is so good to do it in the evening. By the way, I'm Paul". "Sorry, I'm Mike". Automaticly we shoke hands, it felt a bit strange only doing it now. "Well, maybe I see you Thursday night, again?" "Yeah, think so" I answered. Together we walked to my car. "Paul, I really enjoyed it." and unlocked the doors. "Same here, hope to see you Thursday, eh .....can I invite you for a drink, I mean of course a soft drink, no alcohol after sport,.....I live nearby." I hesitated, wondering if Steve was already home, on the other hand, I had left him a note. "Oh, never mind, it's late as it is" the coach said quickly. "No, no problem, I could use a drink." We got in the car and drove off. The coach lived in a small apartment just a few blocks from the swimming pool. I looked around while the coach got into the kitchen. I liked his place, you could tell a man lived here, maybe it was time for me to change our house too. I had not change it since my wife had died. I had a look at his bookcase, most books were about sports. "Here you go" he handed me a glass of fruit juice. We sat down and chatted a bit. I noticed a change in atmosphere I could not place my finger on. As we talked, mostly about soccer and other sports, I felt more comfortable and I realized that I had no real friends, male or female, at all. To my shame I had to yawn again. "I'm sorry, please don't take it personal" I said. "I know, I'm boring you." he smiled "No really, but I guess I'm not used yet to be so active at night". "No problem, time for me to hit the sack too, busy day tomorrow, and tomorrow night soccer practice again". We got up and he walked me to the door. "Look I really enjoyed it" I said honestly. "Me too, Thursday night again?" "Yes, I'll like that." "Good, see you then, same time." It was a bit awkward, standing in the small hallway, so close, neither of us knew what to do or say. "Okay then" I said finally, and shook his hand. "See you" he opened the door and let go of my hand. I felt a bit strange driving home. Maybe it was the swimming, or the thought that maybe the coach could really become a friend. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- As expected the dinner with Jim's family had been boring. I was glad to be home, I found dad's note. I smiled, thinking back at what Jim had said about the coach hitting on my dad. Who knows. I wouldn't mind at all, dad deserved the best and the coach was a hot man. I stripped down to my boxer, poured myself a Coke and decided to wait for dad. I wanted to know all the details. Knowing the coach, he had my dad work hard I did not have to wait long, dad came in, dropped his bag and sat down, he looked tired. "So, how did it go?" "I think I overdid it a bit" dad said and told me all about the swimming. "You did see the coach naked, didn't you?" "You horny punk, get me a drink first!" dad laughed. With a Scotch I jumped next to him. Slowly he took a sip and laid his head back, "mmm, delicious." "Come on, tell me!" Dad started to talk. It seemed that coach's cock was exactly how I always had imagined, thick and fat. "Did you..?" "No, Steve, stop it, we just had a swim, come on, we're talking about your coach I don't think he is interested in that." I guess dad was right, just Jim's and my imagination, wishful thinking. "Anyway, I'm off to bed" dad leaned over and kissed me, "don't make it too late son." I drank my Coke, put out the lights and went upstairs. I glanced inside dad's room, he laid with his hands folded behind his head. His cock stood straight up under the sheet. "Mmmm real nice, dad" "Guess swimming makes me horny" he pulled away the sheet, inviting me into his bed. I stepped out of my boxer, stroking my hardening cock, I climbed into the bed. With my hands I went through his chest-hair, moving down to his dripping erect cock. I kissed the tip, catching a big drop of precum on my tongue. I ran my tongue down over his shaft and up again. I started to suck his cock, I could taste and smell a bit of chlorine, I gently grabbed his balls, carefully pulling them away from his body. "Oh, hell, Steve!" Dad laid with his eyes closed, his hand tugging his nipples, his hips pushing up. I got on top of him, I wanted to feel him deep inside me. I lowered myself over his wet cock. We both groaned as his cock penetrated me deeper and deeper. I rested my ass on his thighs when he was totally inside me. Dad moved his upper body up and started biting my nipples softly. I started to rock, slowly moving up and down. I grabbed dad's head pulling it up to mine, forcing my tongue in his mouth. His hands reached around me, as I moved my hips faster, almost letting his cock sliding out of my ass, then forcing my self down again. Dad's hand went under my ass, lifting me up, our sweaty bodies shining in the light the little lamp on his nightstand. Every time he pushed me up, his biceps bulged. His cock felt so good in me, hitting my prostate every time I lowered my body. Our motions became faster, our breathing heavier, our bodies pouring with sweat. Dad let himself fall back on the bed, pushing up his hips, his mouth opened in a silent cry, I could feel his cock stiffening up. I stroke my cock in a frenzy, I felt his warm seed in my ass. Dad was now moaning aloud, his back arched, almost pushing me off, I stroked faster and faster, my body was on fire. I cried, I shouted. "Yeah son, shoot it" I did, shooting my jizz all over him, even hitting him in his face. His cock was still hard, I squeezed my ass tight around it, milking it till the last drop. Dad run his hand over his wet chest, and licked off his fingers. "Wow, that was what I needed" he said, as he pulled me down on him. "Same here." "Now I'm really tired." "Goodnight, dad, love you." "Love you too, Steve." I rolled off, our skin sticking together. I laid my head on dad's arm, dad put out the light and patted my arm. Within seconds his breath became slower and deeper. He was exhausted, I kissed him gentle on his lips, put my arm on his chest and drifted off too.