Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2004 15:04:56 -0700
From: PSDesertGuys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Bed Buddies

Bed Buddies
by Greg Bowden
Jg.ps@gte.net


I knew I was going to do it as soon as the foreman called our lunch break.
I'd been thinking about it all morning and that little itch I get in my
dick had built itself up until it just had to be scratched. And with that
itch only another man could scratch it just the right way.

I got in my truck and drove down south of town to the nicely named Miss
Sally's Store for Adults. It was a porn shop with an arcade of 25 movie
booths in the back. Most of the movie booths had good sized holes cut
between them and the place was always busy at lunch time so I knew I'd get
my itch scratched there. I also knew I'd do some scratching of my own.

Inside Miss Sally's I skipped looking at the magazines and went directly to
the counter where I bought five dollars worth of movie tokens. I asked the
attendant if the arcade was extra busy and he said it was. "Always is on
Mondays," he said. "I guess you guys must get kind of needful over the
weekend." He winked at me and gave me an extra token.

Inside the arcade, at the first row of booths, I spotted a guy in tight
torn jeans and a blue plaid shirt. He was just going into one of the booths
and as he pulled the door open his ass flexed to give me a glimpse of his
naked buns through a wide, diagonal rip in the left cheek of the jeans. I
thought I'd really like to see the front of those jeans and since the booth
next to his was empty I went in.

I latched the door behind me, sat on the bench and fed a few tokens into
the movie machine so the Occupied sign would light up on the outside. Then
I rested my finger in the smooth hole cut between the booths, my fingertip
just barely showing on the other side. It took a minute -- in fact I was
just about to squat down and look to see what was happening on the other
side -- but then it came through, the prettiest little dick you'd ever want
to suck on.

It was the sort of dick I like best: short enough that I can take it all,
right down to the short hairs, and thin enough that it won't give me an
attack of lock jaw. On the other hand, it was long enough to swallow down
on and thick enough to be a good mouthful. It was also stiff as the wooden
panel it was sticking through.

When I first took the head of that dick in my mouth its owner pushed hard
against the panel, wanting me to take more of it. I did and I heard a faint
groan from the other side of the wall. When I had it all and was sniffing
Ivory soap in the guy's pubic hair he began to stroke it in and out of my
mouth; short, slow strokes. I picked up his rhythm so he stood still and
let me do it. I suddenly had a mental image of him, pressing himself tight
against the wall, his head turned so he could watch whatever movie was on
in there.

I thought he'd be good to look at from that angle too, with his tight, blue
plaid shirt showing off his powerful shoulders and that rip in his jeans
giving quick glimpses of his bare ass underneath. The rip was obviously man
made and I wondered if it was a come-on to what he liked or just a tease.

I picked up the rhythm a little as I pictured him and his dick took on the
faint taste of salt as he began to leak. I paused for a while, using only
my tongue around the base of his dick and let him back off a little. When
he began to stroke in my mouth again I let him do it figuring he could
control his excitement better than I could. I pictured his ass again,
humping back and forth, the rip in his jeans widening with every back
stroke, showing more and more of his pretty ass.

That's when it came to me. I'd seen those ripped jeans before although all
they had shown then was a flash of red boxer shorts. I'd seen the shirt,
too. They both belonged to a very handsome young man I knew; a man most
people called Eric.

I called him son.

My first impulse was to pull off his dick and high tail it out of there but
I didn't. For one thing, his strokes were becoming shorter and faster,
which I took to mean he was close to the main event and I just couldn't
leave a guy -- any guy -- hanging in that state. Besides, as long as he
didn't know who's mouth his cock was in, what difference did it make?

I sucked him in hard, taking control again. If we were going to keep this
thing in the family I was going to give him a blow job he'd never
forget. He seemed to sense what I was doing and stopped moving, letting me
do whatever I wanted. I started by sucking his dick in, all the way to the
root, and letting my tongue pull back and forth along the shaft. He liked
that but he liked it even more when I began swallowing on the head of his
cock, pulling it into my throat and then letting it snap back when my
throat muscles let go. That brought him up almost too fast and I knew I
couldn't do it for very long. But he loved it while I was doing it.

I slipped back on his dick until I only had a couple of inches to play
with. I polished the cock-head with my tongue until it was so sensitive he
couldn't stand it and tried to push it further in, away from my tongue. I
let him do that and went back to trying to swallow the head. Three swallows
and I sensed that it was all over.

He stood his ground for a moment but he couldn't hold it. He gave a muffled
little cry and let go, spraying musky salt down my throat and then into my
mouth as I pulled back so my tongue could help him make it last. I liked
his taste and wondered if, like father like son, I tasted the same.

I held on to him until he began to go soft on my tongue and then let him
withdraw. He did it slowly, as if he really didn't want to. I liked that.

As soon as his beautiful dick had slipped back through the hole the young
man -- I simply couldn't think of him as Eric, my son -- put his finger to
the hole, indicating he wanted to return the favor.

Well, I thought to myself, unbuttoning my jeans, he has no idea who's cock
it is. Besides, I wanted to know just how good he was at sucking cock. And
to be honest, I guess there was a little extra excitement knowing it was my
boy, about to suck his dad's cock. I stood up and put it though.

He started by licking my dick from base to head, burnishing it with his
silken tongue. When he tired of that he slipped back until just the head
was in his mouth. He held it gently with his teeth, just behind the deep
flare of the head and prized at the pee slit with his tongue. Then he
started taking it back in, inch by slow inch.

I felt him gag a little when I hit the back of his throat and he had to
pull back a little, but he took a deep breath and tried again. This time he
made it and before long I felt his nose rooting around in my short hairs.
He stayed that way, with my dick bent down into his throat until I began to
worry that he would suffocate but he finally pulled off, clear back to the
head, and took a couple of deep breaths. Then he did it again, the long,
slow slide down my shaft until the head was lodged somewhere down his
throat and I was exercising all the control I had so I wouldn't fall over
the edge.

He must have sensed how close I was because he pulled off again and went to
polishing the head, just the way I'd done him. And just like him mine got
so sensitive I couldn't stand it and I tried to push my cock in deeper, to
make him stop. He didn't stop though, he just switched from the head to
that sensitive bundle of skin and nerves just under the head. His tongue
didn't feel smooth anymore either, but rough, like a cat's, and every grain
of it picked at one of those nerves, shooting waives of pleasure up my dick
and into the pit of my stomach.

I came up fast and he held me there for as long as he could, until nothing
could stop it and I fell over the edge. It was a long fall and he stayed
with me the whole way, sliding his mouth up and down on my dick and milking
out every drop of cum I had in me. When it was over he held me quietly in
his mouth until I went completely flaccid and even then I think he would
have held it if I hadn't pulled it back through the wall.

While I was buttoning up I heard him drop a handful of tokens into the
movie machine, telling me he planned to stay where he was for a while. I
left wondering how many more guys he was going to bring off like that.
Lucky guys, I thought and more power to him. I only hoped those guys had
strong hearts because the kid was good. Very good.

------

I sat at the dinner table that evening watching Eric as he teased his
sister about her new boyfriend and complemented his mother on a new recipe
she had tried. He was a handsome kid and a personable one, too, one you'd
never think could do... well, what he did. Just for the hell of it I asked
him how it'd gone at work that day.

He grinned across the table at me and gave that little shrug kids give when
they think you've gone senile. "It didn't," he said. "I got the day off,
remember?"

I did remember, after he said it. Something about installing new computers
or something. "So what'd you do all day?"

He grinned again. "Nothin'. You know. I slept late, went to a movie, did
some shopping. That kind of stuff."

Gina, his sister, looked up. "What movie? Jack wants to go to a movie
Wednesday night."

Eric laughed. "I don't think you'd like this one much. It was a karate
movie, about some dumb karate school. Besides, it wasn't very good."

"What's it called? Jack digs those Ninja things."

He shook his head. "Something about a belt, I think. I don't know."

I did. Below the Belt. It was one of the films playing at Miss Sally's.
From the parts I'd caught, I thought it was pretty good. Not the sort of
thing for Gina and her boyfriend, though.

The discussion was cut short by Mary asking if anyone wanted ice cream with
the berry pie she'd made.

-----

I went back to Miss Sally's the next day, of course. That itch of mine
can't be scratched by just one guy -- even if that guy turns out to be my
son. I went into the same booth as I had the day before and looked through
the hole. The guy on the other side was squatting down in front of the
opposite wall, his head bobbing back and forth. The booth on the other side
of me turned out to be empty so I contented myself with watching the job in
progress and playing with myself.

It wasn't long before the head stopped moving for a while and then pulled
back. In the dim light I could just make out a hard dick, still dripping
cum, being pulled back through the wall. Even before it was gone there was
a finger at the hole on my side. I stood up and slipped my dick through.

He was good at it, slowly taking in my whole cock and then letting it rest
in his throat for a long time before he slipped off of it. He worked with
his tongue, too, on the underside of my cock and that's what finally
brought me off -- with a great rush of pleasure.

As soon as I withdrew my cock, his came through the hole. When I took it in
my mouth I was sure it must be Eric again. It's hard to forget what you
consider to be the perfect hard dick. I gave him my best and brought him
off fast, the way I like it sometimes. He seemed to share my likes.

When we were through I dumped a handful of tokens into the machine and sat
back, waiting for him to go before I peeked into the booth again and found
myself with a big, thick dick shoved in my mouth. I got off again too, by a
guy in Eric's booth who must have taken his teeth out because his mouth
felt like it was lined with warm, wet silk. It was another blow job to
remember.

I was going to go back again on Wednesday but we developed a major problem
at the site which meant grab-a-sandwich-and-get-back-to-work for the rest
of the week.

On Friday when I got home, Eric said his mother had called him at work and
told him that her sister was sick and she and Gina were going to drive up
and spend the weekend helping her out. I called up there to see if there
was anything I could do but Mary said there wasn't. She and Gina had
everything under control and would probably be home by Monday.

Being alone, Eric and I did what all bachelors do: we went out to eat. We
hit a burger place we both like and Eric had a good time flirting around
with the waitress. I began to wonder. What would he be bringing home in a
few years, a daughter- or a son-in-law?

When we got home Eric changed into some shorts and we sat out on the back
deck where it was cooler.

"You want another beer, dad?" Eric asked after a while.

I leaned my chair back against the house and nodded. "Sounds good."

When he brought the beers he sat on the deck rail and took a long pull on
his. Then he kind of laughed to himself.

"What's funny, son?"

He shook his head. "I don't know. Us, I suppose."

"Us? What about us?"

"Well, I was just thinking. Here we have the place to ourselves, I'm horny
as the very devil himself and you are one hell of a good cocksucker. So
what are we doin' just sittin' around drinking beer?"

It took me by surprise but I thought, what the hell, no sense denying it
when you've been caught red handed. Still, I didn't know quite what to
say. "How'd you know about... I mean, that it was me?"

He grinned. "I saw you. Monday. Out at the counter buying tokens. Boy," he
laughed, "what a surprise when that finger appeared at the hole. And I'm
not kidding, dad. You give a world class blow job." His hands went to his
fly but I held up my hand to stop him.

"I... Well, I'm not sure that's such a good idea just now, Eric."

He grinned again. "You mean you can suck my dick if you don't know it's my
dick but you can't suck my dick when you know it's mine? Even if you
already sucked it? Come on, dad." He took a step towards me and popped the
top button of his shorts.

He had a point and, if not my brain at least my dick knew it. It began to
squirm around in my pants.

"Okay," he said, popping a few more buttons. He had no shorts on and I
could just see the base of his dick in the dim light on the porch. "Since I
blew you -- twice -- and I knew it was you I was blowing, let's go for that
instead."

"Wait a minute. How'd you know it was me? The second time I mean." I was
buying time but I needed some time just then.

Eric rolled his eyes, knowing full well what I was doing but cutting me a
little slack. "Well, for one thing, you have a very memorable cock. Thick
and heavy and long enough to choke a lesser man than I. Besides that,
there's that neat little heart tattooed just above the base, in the middle
of your short hairs. Where'd you get that thing, anyway?"

I tend to forget about the tattoo. It's very small and I have to kind of
bend over to see it clearly since it's hidden in my pubic hair. "Marines,"
I told him. "Some of us got drunk one night and ended up in a tattoo
parlor. The guys wanted him to put it on the head of my dick but he
wouldn't do it, thank God. They compromised and had him put it
there. Christ, he had to shave me and everything. I was embarrassed about
it for months, especially in the shower room at the barracks."

Eric popped the last of his buttons but held his shorts on, almost like he
was teasing me. "Well, I think it's cute. I may get one just like it." He
reached for my jeans.

"I knew it was you, too," I said, surprising myself.

He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You did? And you
did me anyway?"

"Well, to be honest, I didn't know it was you until we were pretty well
into it. I finally figured out where I'd seen the shirt and the tear in the
jeans before. But since I didn't know you knew it was me, I just went
ahead."

"And the second time?"

"Well, son, you have a fairly memorable dick too. Even without a tattoo."

He stood back and let his shorts drop to the floor. His hard dick popped
proudly out, pointing towards the sky at about a forty five degree
angle. "It isn't as big as yours," he said, pulling it down and then
letting it go so it snapped up against his belly. "Not as thick, either."

"Prettier though." I reached out and took it in my hand, feeling its
warmth.

Eric pulled off his shirt and then pulled my jeans open. I wasn't wearing
shorts either and my dick sprang out, so hard it hurt. My boy or not, I
wanted to suck his cock.

Eric kneeled between my legs and took me in his mouth, slowly taking it all
until I could feel his breath in my hair. He stayed down for a long time
and then slowly slid off. "God that's a wonderful cock," he said. I pulled
him forward so he was straddling me and took him in my mouth. His perfect
cock just filled me and made me think again how much I liked doing this. I
sucked on his balls for a while and was surprised at how large they were
and how heavily they hung in their soft, almost hairless sack. The sack
itself was smooth and supple and tasted vaguely of vanilla. When I went
back to his cock Eric held my head tight to his crotch for a long moment
and then withdrew, saying he couldn't take much more.

"I have a another idea," he said. He bent his knees a little and lowered
himself until my dick was pressed up between his buns. He held his palm to
my lips and said, "Spit." He added his own saliva to mine and rubbed it
over his ass and my dick head. The idea of fucking him, Eric, my own son,
so excited me that I almost came before we ever started. What the hell, I
thought. He wants it and I want it so why not. I had to grit my teeth to
control myself as he slowly took me inside himself.

When he was finally sitting on my lap, holding my dick deep inside himself,
he looked me in the eye and grinned. "Now that's a dick to sit on." I
flexed a couple of times inside him and his eyes seemed to loose focus and
he leaned in close to me. "Don't look now, dad, but you just made me come,"
he whispered and took my head in his hands and kissed me. When he pushed
his tongue in between my lips he let out a long moan and began to shake as
his orgasm hit.

When it was finally sliding away from him he broke the kiss and began to
chuckle.

"Now what's funny?"

"Nothing. It just felt so damn good I had to laugh." He leaned in and
kissed me again. "Come on, dad. Do that again. That thing you did with your
dick."

I flexed in him again, two or three times, and he sighed. "Oh, yea. That."
Then he began to move on me, raising himself up and dropping back down on
my dick. "Your turn, dad," he said, moving faster.

I cupped his buns and felt their smooth suppleness against my palms; I
wanted to bury my face between them. I moved one hand to the front and took
hold of his dick. It was slick with his cum and slipped easily in my fist.

"Oh, no. Not yet," he said, taking my hand away. He was moving faster now
and his skin took on a sheen of sweat as he rose and fell on my dick. I
felt my cum rise, pushing up into my dick, ready to explode into Eric's
ass. He clamped his sphincter down on me, just behind the head of my cock
and held it for a moment before he moved down again, scraping that hard
muscle edge along the length of my dick. That did it.

My dick went off like a cannon, shooting its heavy load into Eric and
sending waves of electricity flowing up and down my back and turning my
guts into jelly. I kissed him then, jamming my tongue into his mouth and
tangling my mustache in his. Still he moved on me, pulling more and more
cum out of my balls and all the while that thrill of coming washed over
me. When he finally slowed -- and then stopped -- I found myself
laughing. He looked quizzically at me and all I could do was shake my
head. When I could speak all I could say was, "Same as you, son. It just
felt so damn good." He kissed me again and then stood, pulling off my dick
and touching his to my lips. "Blow me, dad. Please? Suck my cock and bring
me off. Oh, god, I'm so horny You just gotta suck my dick. Come on,
dad. Suck it for me. Suck my dick."

I took him in my mouth slowly, savoring the musky taste of the cum he'd
shot earlier. He never stopped talking as he pushed in, telling me how it
felt and how badly he needed to come. His talk excited me, too, and my dick
never did go soft, even after the workout it'd just had.

"Your mouth is so warm," he moaned, slowly fucking my face. "Use your
tongue. Please? Oh, yea, there. Oh, god, that's good. Do that some more,
dad. Please? Bring me off that way."

I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft and then concentrated on that
bundle of skin just under the head of his cock. It wasn't long before he
took hold of my head and held it tightly, fucking my face faster and
faster. He brought himself off in a hurry, letting out a yelp at the end
when he flooded my mouth with his hot, musky cum. When he was through he
dropped back down, taking my dick back into his ass.

"Jesus, that was some jolt," he said, kissing me and tasting himself in my
mouth.

I ran my hands down his flanks, making him shiver, and then I slipped them
under his buttocks. "You ready to do it again?"

He cocked his head and smiled. "Dad, I think I'm always ready to do it
again. You?"

I flexed my dick inside him, making him sigh. "Yea, I'm ready. But let's
grab another beer and a shower first. And maybe find someplace more
comfortable than this damn chair."

He stood, letting my dick slip out of him. "I'll get the beers. You start
the shower. When he bent to pick up his shorts I reached out and patted him
on the butt. I really wanted to be back in there.

In the shower we used the soap as an excuse to touch each other all over
and pretty much keep each other hard. Eric, squatting in front of me,
washing my legs and feet, was fascinated by the little tattoo at the base
of my dick. "Did the guy hold on to your cock to keep it out of the way
when he did it," he asked, looking up at me with a grin.

I laughed. "He never once touched my cock. In fact, he pretty much acted
like it wasn't even there.

Eric went back to studying the tattoo. "Did it make you get hard, some guy
working on your crotch. It sure would me."

"No. I didn't know about guys then. I mean doing it with..." I lost track
of my thought because Eric had taken my dick in his mouth and was holding
it in his throat the way he liked to do. I felt my cum building up again
and gently pulled him off when he came up for air. "Come on," I
said. "Let's go to bed."

By unspoken consent we went to his room. In bed he stretched himself out on
top of me and went to sucking on my nipples. That surprised me -- how good
it felt -- and brought my dick up in a hurry. Eric squirmed around a little
and before I knew it I was back inside him. He pulled himself up so he was
kneeling over me and began rocking back and forth on my dick. "You like
that? Being ridden?" he asked with lust in his voice.

"Yea. I do. But sometimes I want to be the cowboy," I said and pushed him
backwards so I could pull myself up, over him, his legs pressed against my
chest. He pulled my head down to his, so we could kiss, and I felt his cock
against my belly, slick with the lube it was leaking.

He broke the kiss and pulled me closer so he could whisper in my
ear. "You're doing it again, dad. I'm going to come." And he did, suddenly
and wetly, cum shooting out between us, soaking the hair on my chest and
belly and then running down his sides to puddle on the bed. I was almost as
close as he and I kept stroking in him, getting closer and closer to the
edge. When I fell over Eric started again, his spasms matching mine, his
sphincter clutching at my dick, stretching my pleasure out.

After, when we'd mopped up the bed -- and each other -- we lay in the dim
light and looked at each other. After a long time Eric reached out and held
his hand to my cheek. "You know, you are one hell of a good fuck and if you
weren't my father I think I'd probably fall in love with you." He sighed
and leaned in to kiss me and then chuckled. "But this is probably
better. Being buddies, I mean. It'll probably last longer."

And so, in the end, my son and I became fuck buddies. And he was right, by
the way. It is better.

I hope you liked my story. Your comments and suggestions
are always welcome
Greg
Jg.ps@gte.net