Message-ID: <040320Z28051995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an151170@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury...) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an151170@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 28 May 1995 03:57:01 UTC Subject: davidson (M/m inc) 1/1 Lines: 146 Dad Meets Son We lived in Southern California; the land of eternal Summer. Many years ago, when real estate prices were affordable, I had purchased a typical suburban home for my family. Three bedrooms, two car garage, with a pool in the backyard. I had watched my son grow to maturity. He was a typical southern California boy; with dark beached-blond hair cascading down his forehead. He seemed to always be pushing his hair back. Girls seemed to like him. He was friendly, but aloof to girls who seemed interested in him. Our relationship was friendly, but the termoil of adolescence had taken its toll in the closeness of my relationship to him. He definitely had his own life. I knew my son got off. He would go to the pool filter room in late afternoons. The pool filter room was about l0' x 8'; but there wasn't much inside other than the pool pumps and filters. I had observed him spending about l0 or 15 minutes there on really hot days. Usually, he'd swim by himself for awhile, then go to the room for relief. Then, about 5:30 or so during the Summer, he come in for dinner, relaxed. One particularly hot day I decided to check my son out. I hadn't really seen his privates since he was a baby. The thought of seeing his developing man-dick somehow excited me. I had seen him swim that afternoon; his wet hair against his head, and his loose swimsuit fitting tight against his lean body when he got out of the pool. He climbed out of the pool, and entered the filter room, carefully closing the door behind him. He apparently assumed that I was not in the area. I was dressed in my usual afternoon preppy short pants and T-shirt. At 37, I was still in shape, and got lots of glances from young women. But now my thoughts went to my son in that hot pool filter room. I remembered when my wife and I had conceived my son -- my hot body pressing against my wife's. I had wanted a son; at the time of conception I imagined a future son of about l8; looking a lot like myself. Now my whole being seemed to focus on what my son was doing inside the pool room. I imagined his body covered with sweat and water from the pool. I imagined his smooth, clear face taut with the expectation of his coming orgasm. And, quite frankly, I was interested in seeing his erect cock. I decided that going inside the filter room would not raise suspicions. After all, I was the one who had to clean and maintain the pool. My son was the family member who used it most often, but he was seldom seen doing any real pool maintenance. I waited a couple of minutes for him to "get started." Then, to be on the safe side, I brought some chlorine pool pellets from the garage with me. I walked barefoot to the pool filter room, andsuddenly opened the door. I reasoned that suddenly opening the door would create less suspicion than moving the door open gradually. "Damn!" my son said, almost involuntarily. He seldom used bad language, but I had caught him by complete surprize in a very compromising position. He was out of his swimsuit; his tanned, smooth skin glistening in the light from the translucent fiberglass on the ceiling. For a brief moment, I was transfixed. My son was now nearly my height. He was thin; his chest hairless. His body was heaving from his impending orgasm, and also from surprize and fright. At this point I just did not know what to say. I had fulfilled my fantasy; I had seen my son naked and erect. I suppose I could have left at that point, but I wanted to see more. I wanted to see my son come to complete orgasm. I wanted to taste my son's cum. I wanted to suck on my son's cock. My son was seated on the cement floor; his swimsuit under his body. His face flashed only embarassment; not fear. I kneeled down and said, "Its OK, son." He seemed to relax, but his hard- on was not diminished. I bent over him again, and repeated softly, "Its OK." "This is between us only." I wanted to reassure him. The boy sensed that he could not cover up what he had been doing. His tenseness diminished somewhat, and his feet and legs relaxed. He did not try to hide or cover his cock. He knew that he needed to get off, and soon! "Son, don't worry about what I'm doing!" I first looked at his cock, which seemed extraordinarily white and contrasted markedly with the tan line above his waist. David closed his eyes. His cock became less hard. I touched his balls -- the root of his manhood. I felt the hair on his balls, and put my mouth over one. I knew that I probably couldn't get his entire ball sack into my mouth; so I lightly sucked on one ball, then the other. I felt his cock regaining its former hardness. "Son, sometimes a guy just has to get off!" I said. "I know," David acquiesced. "As long as I don't have to do anything to you." He finally wimpered. "Hey, just this once, and then we'll forget it!" I tried to reassure him. My desire was just to feel his balls once; just to suck his cock once and taste his delicious manhood. I knew that we'd probably never forget it; but familial relations would probably prevent our maintaining sexual closeness. My mouth moved to the top of his dick. It was surprizingly cool. My son's cock was perfect -- pure, unblemished white skin with a perfect glistening, sensitive head. I was amazed -- his cock felt like mine. It was the same shape as mine. His lack of body hair echoed his heritage from his mother, who had lighter hair and skin than I did. But now my boy-man wanted only to come. I took his dick in my mouth, and started gently to suck. I really don't think that David had been sucked by another person before. This thought excited me -- I was his first! His sensitivity was incredible. He regained his former tenseness. Instinctively, I reached up and felt his small nipples. His chest had been expanding in his late teens, but I did not expect to find the degree of tightness I found when I reached up and felt him. My mouth seemed to envelope my son's entire dick, as I stretched my mouth to accomodate him. Suddenly, I felt my beautiful son tense, and then come. I felt his orgasm throughout my entire body. I had never swallowed cum before, but his come seemed to flow between our bodies. I sucked, and took the last bit of cum into my mouth. Then I got up, and looked at my son's body in the dim light of the pool room. "Thanks!" I said softly. "Hey dad, I needed it more than you!" he replied. My mind immediately replied, no, I needed it more! "Son -- let's go for a swim!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.