Date: Thu, 16 May 2019 23:34:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Cubby Hole Subject: DO OR DIE Chapter One CHAPTER ONE "Do or die time," I thought, as I turned onto the highway. I shut the music off. "What's going on?" My son, Aaron, asked. I looked over at him sitting in the passenger seat of my sedan. He had just turned fourteen, and his mom, my ex-wife, thought this would be a good opportunity to talk to him about sex. He lived with her full time, so I really didn't know if he was leaving cum dried sheets or not. He didn't leave any signs of jerking it when he stayed with me on the occasional weekends. "Your mom says you've got a girlfriend now." "Mom talks too much," Aaron says after an embarrassed sigh. "Have you guys done anything yet?' "Just kiss and she lets me touch her boobs when we're alone." "Skin on skin or through her shirt?" "Depends." I nodded and then opened the center console. I pulled out a box of condoms and threw them in his lap. He picked them up and rolled his eyes. "Your mom wanted me to give you those." "Thanks, but we're not having sex." "Has she played with your dick yet? "No!" "Well, then you can use them when you jack off. Just hide them from your mom." We sat in silence for a few minutes, with him staring out the window. I turned the music up and we drove for a few miles. We were headed to one of my buddy's weddings in Dallas. I hadn't seen the guy in a while, but my ex-wife wanted me to go and take Aaron, thinking it would give us time to chat. I obliged, of course. My ex-wife always got her way, even though we had been divorced for the last five or six years. She's remarried now, but he's a good guy. I was surprised when Aaron turned the music down and let the box of condoms fall on the floorboard. He fidgeted a little in his seat. I glanced down and I thought maybe he was hard. His dress pants were loose so I couldn't tell. His button down shirt, though, was tight on his shoulders. He started swimming during middle school and had filled out. I knew he had something on his mind, but was there anything else to talk about? He wasn't having sex. Just kissing and touching her boobs, but the boner in his pants made me curious. I wanted to know. My dick had started to chub and I needed to adjust it, but would that be awkward? Maybe awkward would be good. So I reached down and adjusted myself. Made a show of it, too, by spreading my legs and really grabbing my junk. I moved everything down my left leg. There was no way he couldn't see my eight inch dick stretching out my pants. All the while I never took my eyes off the road. I made a quick glance over and I was right. He was staring. "How old were you when you first started jacking off?" "Dad!" "What? All guys do it." He looked at me, shocked. "You still, you know?" I thought his sense of embarrassment was cute. "You can say it son." "So you still jack off? Fuck that's hot. "Every morning before I shower and usually every night." Honest trust. No sense of lying to my son. "What about you?" "Um, at least two times a day. Sometimes more if I'm alone." "I knew you were just like me." He laughed. Adjusted himself, but I could tell it didn't help. "Go ahead and do it, son." "Do what?" "Fix yourself. You know you need to." Aaron swallowed. Grabbed his junk and moved his cock down his left leg, like mine. Looked to be about six inches, medium girth. Damn, big dick for a fourteen year old. My cock was still hard as a rock. I felt myself up, wishing I could take my cock out and stroke it. I overslept and didn't have a chance to cum this morning. My balls were swimming with a full load and I needed release. I can't jack off in front of my own son, though, can I? How fucked up would that be? I looked over at him and his hand was resting on his dick. I knew he wanted to stroke it as much as I did. Fuck this stretch of highway without any sort of rest stops. Stopping in a gas station restroom would be too obvious, even if it's just a quick nut. Plus we've only been on the road for half an hour. "Do you have any pubes yet?" "Yeah. I actually wanted to ask you about something. We have to shave for swim team, and it's getting a little crazy." "They make you shave your pubes?" "No, but they do stick out of my speedo, and I need something to trim it." I was a little shocked. He had no beard to shave, much less trim, but his bush needed trimmed? Damn. My curiosity is getting the best of me. How could I talk my son into showing me his naked crotch without being weird about it? We still had about another fifteen minutes to go, and I knew I couldn't walk into the wedding with my hard dick on display. Maybe if we just listened to music and stopped talking about sex it'll go down. "So, how about we stop chatting because I can't go into this wedding with a boner. Can you get your dick to go down? We're about fifteen minutes away." "Uhh," he paused. "I guess so." "Cool." I turned the music back up and focused on the road. I figured the wedding would take an hour or so and we'd say hi. I had an early meeting planned for the next morning and couldn't stay for the entire thing. I was also driving, so I couldn't drink more than a beer or two. I figured maybe that we could continue the conversation on the way home, fingers crossed. "Are you okay?" I asked, as we pulled into the parking lot. Aaron looked down and his bulge was gone. Two hours later, we were back in the car. I turned on the ignition and looked over at him. He glanced down and then out of the window. Damn, kid's already getting hard. The music started up and we were silent as we turned back onto the highway. The wedding was nice but I was distracted the entire time. I couldn't stop thinking about my dick. And my son's dick. We both headed straight to the restroom, which had both stalls and urinals. I picked a urinal and was disappointed when Aaron went into a stall. I unzipped my slacks and pulled my cock out of my boxer briefs, which were soaked with my precum. I wondered how much Aaron leaked, if at all. I pissed, shook myself, and then rezipped as I heard Aaron flush. He came out of the stall as I moved to the sink. We washed our hands in silence. Then we joined the rest of the wedding party in the hotel's large mixed us convention space. It was almost seven and the sun was barely visible behind the clouds. My soft cock was comfortable in my boxer briefs but I knew it would be quick to wake up with the right suggestions. How could I bring up sex again without it being weird? Lucky for me, Aaron brought sex up first. He turned off the music. "When was your first time?" He asked. "First time doing what?" I wanted him to say the words. "Having sex?" "Junior year of high school, but I got my first blow job before that." "What'd that feel like?" "Blow jobs feel amazing. A warm mouth. Wet tongue. Tight throat." Fuck, I knew I'd be hard in a heartbeat. I shamelessly adjusted my cock again, but this time, I moved it down my right leg so my son could see it better. It wasn't super comfortable, but better than being balled up in my briefs. I watched as Aaron adjusted himself too. "There's also something about a woman getting on her knees between your legs, stroking your cock as she licks and sucks. Bonus points if she plays with your balls. The real plus, though, is if she's able to take your entire dick. Most women can't, or don't, like having her face fucked." Talking so nasty in front of my son turned me on so much. I could feel my precum in my boxer briefs. I looked down at Aaron. He was gently massaging his dick through his pants. I wanted to tell him that guys actually suck better dick than women, but then I'd have to admit that I'd been with men. I didn't want him knowing that. His mom didn't even know that. "Do you fool around with any of your friends?" That question seemed to catch him off guard because he jolted a bit. "No," he replied rather fast. "It's OK if you have. That's part of growing up." I also assumed one of his friends might be a little gay but didn't want to say anything about that either, unless Aaron brings it up first. "Spencer and I have jacked off in front of each other, but I've always been on my bed and he's been lying down on the floor, so I've never seen his dick." That's something, I guess. "So you've never seen another guy's dick?" "Yeah, in the locker rooms.' "No, I mean hard." I swallowed as hard as my dick. The sun was gone and the only lights were from the street lamps. I could see his face. I could see him touching himself. I knew he could see me and my hard dick. "No," he finally said. Do or die time, I thought, as I groped myself. Am I really going to expose myself to my fourteen year old son? Am I really going to jack my cock and blow my load in front of him? Fuck. Where would I shoot? Then I remembered my gym bag in the backseat with a dirty towel. I can shoot in that, I thought. "Behind my seat is my gym bag. Can you grab it?" "Sure... Why do you need it?" "You'll see." He twists himself and reaches into the backseat. He grabs my bag and rights himself. I take out my towel and throw the bag back into the backseat. "What are you..." "I know for a fact that I need to shoot my load, and I'm sure you do too." I didn't give him time to think as I unbuckled the seatbelt, and with one hand, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I pushed everything down to my ankles. I wanted him to show him everything. My hard, leaking, eight inch, precum covered cock stood straight and proud from my naturally black, silky bush. Hair grew down my muscular thighs and calves. The fresh air felt great. I let it breathe for a second before I gently touched it. I opened my legs and pulled on my hairy nuts. I even had precum in my pubes. I was soaked. "That feels so much better. Go ahead." "What?" "Take out your cock." He looked at my, then my hard dick, and at me again. I could see the gears turning. He slowly unbuckled the seatbelt and raised his hips. I watched as he unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. He grabbed the waistband of his pants and slid them down, exposing his cotton briefs, tented by his hard dick. I kept one hand on the wheel and held my dick in the other. He looked me in the eyes. I nodded, slowly stroking myself. He pulled down his briefs and his cock popped out. Hard, about six inches, but thicker than expected. Fuck. He pushed his pants and briefs to his knees, bare assed on my leather seat. He was right about his bush, too. He definitely needed a trim. I was envious of him. I barely had any hair at that age, but my body hair grew in by senior year. I quickly spread the towel over my leg as I realized we were only about twenty minutes from Aaron's house. The highway was empty. I slowly pulled over between two street lamps. "What are you doing?" "We're close to your mom's and I want to enjoy this. If that's okay." "Yeah..." I leaned my seat back a bit and spit into my hand. I didn't have any lube, so spit would have to do. I started stroking myself, moving my eyes from my hard dick, to his teenage cock, to making eye contact. He broke eye contact and watched me stroke my cock as he stroked his own cock. I noticed that we jacked off the same way. Right handed. Underside. I wondered how much he would shoot. I know my load is going to be huge after all this sex talk. I bet he would be the same. "Can I..." He started, then stopped. "Yes," I said, without really knowing what he wanted. I let go of my dick and my arm fell to the side, giving him access to whatever he wanted. With his free hand, he reached over and moved his fingers through my bush. He then grabbed the base of my dick. Fuck. His young hand was smooth, almost female like. He moved his hand up my dick, inch by inch, until he reached my glands. He squeezed, causing my dick to ooze out precum. He massaged it into my glands. He gave my cock a stroke. "Hold on. I need more spit," I said, spitting into my hand. I quickly worked it on my shaft. I let go and he took control. I leaned back, but kept watching him. His eyes were stuck on my cock. With my left hand, I played with my balls. He then moved in his seat. Instead of sitting up, he was leaning over the console, which gave him better access to my dick. It also put his face closer to my cock. The car smelled of sex and sweat. There was no way he couldn't smell it. I personally loved the smell of my body after a work out or while I'm having sex. I rubbed my balls again and inhaled. Fuck they smelled hot. "You like that?" "Fuck yeah. Smells like sex." Then he did something that surprised me. Aaron leaned down and stuck his nose in my bush and inhaled. His soft cheek rubbed up and down my shaft. There's no way he didn't feel it. Fuck it felt amazing. "That does smell hot," he said, sitting up. Now I'm turned onto the way I smell but I've never really smelled another man before. My limited experiences with men were them giving me head. I've only gone down on women. I didn't really know what to say, but he continued stroking me. I was so close. I could feel my load churning in my balls. I needed release in the worst way. Aaron had completely forgotten about his dick. "Let's cum together." I reached out and grabbed his dick. It was sweaty and sticky, but so hot. He was leaking precum and lots of it. I spit on my hand again, and started stroking him. He left his hand on my cock, but I could tell he was enjoying himself to really pay attention to me. I removed his hand, and with my left hand, I started stroking my own cock. "Remember to shoot in the towel. I can't send you home with cum on your clothes." He nodded, mouth open. I continued to give his teenage shaft long, steady strokes, making sure I squeeze the base and thumb his glands. His cock feels perfect. Different than mine, but perfect for him. "I'm getting close," he whispered. I stroked faster. He moved the towel under his cock. He groaned and I stuck his cock into the towel. As much as I wanted to see him shoot, I couldn't get cum on his clothes or in my car. I felt his load shoot from his cock. Five, six, seven shots of teenage cum. My hand was covered. He relaxed in his seat. I took the towels and with a dry spot, cleaned up my hand. He finished cleaning up his crotch. I leaned back in my own seat and watched his cock go limp. He was impressive even soft, for a fourteen year old. "You haven't cum yet." I was so focused on my son that I forgot about my own cock, which was still rock hard. He spit in his palm and stroked me. How much I wanted him to move his mouth onto my cock. I wanted to blow my load down his throat. He leaned over the console again and gripped my cock harder. He was giving it everything. I could feel his breath on my shaft. His mouth was only inches away. I thought how amazing it would be to have my cock in his throat when I felt my cum leave my balls. "I'm going to shoot!" He was too slow to grab the towel. Cum flew from my shaft into the air, landing mostly on the steering wheel and on my shirt. I lost count of the shots, but there was cum everywhere. Aaron's hand was soaked, but thankfully, he had rolled his sleeves up, and his clothes were spared. I relaxed in my seat and looked at the mess. "Damn, son. That was probably the best orgasm of my life." I grabbed the towel and cleaned up what cum I could as Aaron put his clothes back on. "Ready to go home?" "Sure," he said, as I started the car.