Date: Sat, 18 May 2019 23:11:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Cubby Hole Subject: DO OR DIE: Chapter 2 CHAPTER TWO I didn't talk to Aaron for a few days after we jacked each other off in the car, but he was coming over on Friday and spending the weekend with me. As much as I liked hanging out with him, I didn't really know how he would be around me. In the past, we'd watch a movie and I'd order pizza and we'd chill. Then he would go to his room and finish watching TV there, I guessed. Maybe he watched some porn. I don't know. I started wearing less clothes around the house. I loved feeling my naked dick and balls while I worked or watched TV. I worked from home, so I had a desk set up in what should've been my dining room. Living alone, I didn't really care about eating at a table. The coffee table was fine or I ate at my desk. I wondered if I should stay that way when Aaron got there, or just wait and see how it went. Maybe he'd be okay with both of us hanging out naked. I threw on some clothes and drove over to his mom's place. He was waiting for me. I said hi to his mom, and we were on our way. I lived a few towns over, so it wasn't that long of a drive. He didn't say much during the trip, but I didn't want to press him. He'll talk when he wants to talk. Once we got home, he went straight to his room. I took the opportunity to strip off to my boxer briefs. I changed into a tank top that showed off my chest and hairy pits. I knew if he liked the smell of my bush, he'd like the smell of my pits too. Or at least I hoped. I tried to act casual when he came out of his bedroom. The TV was already on and I was sitting back on the sofa, legs spread and my dick chubbed under the nylon material. "Dad, what's this?" He asked, holding a new beard trimmer in. Bright blue box. "Bought that for you so you can take care of your bush." "But I don't know how to use it." "Do you want me to show you?" I asked, looking up at him as he stood in front of me. His shorts, cotton, were a little tented. So he was ready for it as much as I was. "Please?" I turned off the TV and stood up, my now hard cock inches from his. I gave my dick a squeeze before leading Aaron into the bathroom. He followed me and stopped in the doorway. I quickly ripped open the box and pulled out the trimmer, leaving everything else out on the counter. I plugged the trimmer in and tested it out. The buzz felt good in my hand. I turned it off and put it down on the counter. "So are you going to get naked or what?" "Sure..." I took off my tank and threw it into the hallway. Same with my boxer briefs. I didn't want to get any of his pubic hair on them. I stood, hands on my hips, cock long and thick, hard and hairy. Precum had already started leaking from my glands. "Let's get to it, son." I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His chest was mostly hairless but forming nicely. He already had pecs and his shoulders were growing in. I gently rubbed the little growth of hair between his pecs. He unsnapped his shorts and unzipped, revealing another pair of white briefs. I have to buy him new ones, I thought, as he pushed the shorts down. When his cock popped free, he took a sharp inhale. It was better looking in the light. Pale, veiny, and hard. Very, very hard. He stepped out of his shorts and I threw them in the hallway. We were both naked, visibly excited. I could tell he was nervous. I picked through the guards as I watched him struggle. "How short do you want to go?" "I don't know." "Do you know if any of your teammates trim?" "I don't think so." I rubbed my fingers through his pubic hair, avoiding his cock and balls. "I guess we can start long and go from there." I found the half inch guard and stuck it on the trimmer. "Stand in the tub or we'll get hair everywhere." He stepped over the tub, and for the first time, I got a good look at his ass. Smooth, round, and pale. His tan line ran around his waist and just under his ass from the speedos he wore at meets and practices. I wondered what it would feel like to rub his ass. Feel his crack. Did he grow hair there too? I figured I would find out soon enough. I got down on my knees. My son's cock was directly in front of my face. "I'm gonna need you to hold your dick so it doesn't get in the way." Aaron followed direction, giving me access to his entire teenage bush. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yeah, dad. I need it trimmed." I turned on the trimmer. "This is gonna feel funny." I ran the trimmer through the left side of his bush and the hair fell into the tub. He grabbed my shoulders, surprised by the vibrations. I ran the trimmer through that little part twice and it was definitely noticeable. I ran my thumb through the freshly trimmed hair. "What do you think?" I looked up at him. He was looking down, at me, his dick, and his bush. He felt it. "I like it, but maybe we should go shorter?" I exchanged guards for something much shorter and turned the trimmer back on. I ran the trimmer over his already trimmed hair and yeah, it was very short. Almost to the skin. I looked up at him and he had a smile on his face. His cock was still hard, but mine had gone down a bit. Aaron ran his fingers over his new bush. "I like it." We didn't say anything else as I finished trimming his bush. I will say that his lack of bush made his cock look at least an inch longer. I checked out his ballsack, which was just as hairy. "We need to get your balls now." "Why?" "There's a chance your hair on your sack will come out of the speedo, too." "Oh," he said, as if he never considered it before. "I'll need you to hold your dick again. Now, if any of your skin gets caught, let me know. I don't want to hurt you." I turned the trimmer back on and grabbed hold of his sack. His nuts were a good size. Not as big as mine, but I knew they would probably get bigger after a year or two. I gently squeezed, making the skin taut, and ran the trimmer over his left nut. He jumped again and caught himself on my shoulder. "That feel okay?" "That feels amazing." "Vibrations will do that." I took my time with his nuts, making sure I was even and no cuts. I lifted them up and trimmed the other side. I could see that he did have a little hair on the soft spot between his balls and his hole, but I couldn't see his hole. Thinking of him got my cock hard again but we both ignored it. I finished trimming him and turned off the machine. I let it fall next to me. "Give yourself a feel." He let go of his cock and used both hands on his balls. He felt every bit of them and with a satisfied smile, he said, "Thanks dad. They feel awesome." "Now let's get rinsed off and get outta here. I'm starting to stink." I could smell my own arm pits, and I'm sure he could too. I stepped into the shower next to my naked fourteen year old son and turned on the water. He jumped back when the cold water hit him. I adjusted it and let the warm water run down my chest, through my bush, and my hard cock. I wanted to stroke it, but I also wanted to wait it out. Let my cum build up and see how much it boils over, if anything happened later. Once I felt like I was thoroughly rinsed, I switched positions with Aaron. He ran his hands over his body, feeling every bit of him. I grabbed the bar of soap and brought it to his chest. I ran it down his body until I reached his newly trimmed pubes. I moved the soap through what little bush he had left, creating a lather. I moved down to his ballsack. I put the soap down and then used my hands. My right hand grabbed his balls. I moved them in my palm, feeling them, washing them. I grabbed his cock with my left hand and gave him a few strokes. "Dad," Aaron gasped. "Is this okay son?" Aaron nodded. He reached out to my dick but I moved his hand away. "Just enjoy yourself." I moved him around and pressed his back against my chest. My cock was nuzzled in his crack and fuck, his smooth skin felt amazing. He didn't react, so I kept my cock there. I switched hands. My left hand went to his nuts and my right went to his cock. He was breathing deep as I stroked him. I moved my left hand below his nuts and rubbed his perineum. I don't know if he had ever done that before, but he liked it. He tensed up and I felt his cock expand. I looked down to see him shoot his load. Six shots of teenage cum shot through the shower. He relaxed against me, my cock still in his crack. Once he regained his breathing, he stood up and grabbed a towel. "That was so fucking hot, dad," he said, as he dried himself. I grabbed another towel and ran it over my chest. "Yeah it was. I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into anything." "You're not. I like it." "Good." I gave him a quick kiss on his forehead before I stepped out of the tub. I finished drying my legs and put my underwear back on. I grabbed my tank, but didn't put it on. I left him alone while I went to throw my tank in my dirty clothes hamper, which was in my room. When I came back to the living room, Aaron was on the couch, fully clothed. Damn, I thought. He was flipping through channels and stopped on a cooking show. "You like watching this stuff?" I asked as I sat next to him, legs touching. "Yeah. Mom isn't the best cook." I chuckled, remembering her food. He wasn't lying. "Well, what do you want to do tonight? Watch a movie and more pizza?" "Sure." "Cool." Now he was back to his usual self, which I thought was cool. A few hours later, we were waiting for the pizza to arrive and flipping through Netflix. He was still in his shorts and shirt from earlier. "Do you think you'll be more comfortable in something else?" I asked. My soft cock was comfy in my boxer briefs. "Like what?" "Strip off to your underwear, at least." "I hate these things." "We'll get you new ones." He left the room, and my cock responded as I watched him leave. His ass, which I never thought of before, looked amazing, even in his shorts. I adjusted myself and waited. Aaron came back, in his white briefs, as promised. He sat back down, next to me, and our legs touched. I could feel the sexual tension now. There was a spark that wasn't there before. Fuck, I thought. I felt like a guy with his first crush, and this crush just happened to be my fourteen year old son. "What happens when the pizza guy comes?" "I'll open the door in my boxers. No big deal." Aaron looked down at my crotch. My dick, while not entirely hard, had chubbed a bit. "Okay..." I chuckled again as I settled into the couch. We already had our drinks. Beer for me. Soda for Aaron. I hit play and the movie started. Aaron took a drink of his coke. I put my arm over his strong shoulders and he settled into me. His smooth skin felt so good against mine. His head rested against my right pec. "This okay?" I asked. I felt him nod his head. His left arm was stuck between us, so I moved a little, and he put it on my leg, near my knee. Fuck, his arm felt good. I willed my cock to stay limp, at least until the pizza came. Thank God the doorbell rang. I grabbed the cash off the coffee table and headed for the door. "Hey," I said to the high school kid. I towered over him and he looked a little scared. "That'll be $27.56, sir," he said, as he looked me up and down. He stopped at my crotch and I made it jump. Caught, he took the $40 from my hand and stuffed it in his pocket. "Keep the change, kid," I said, taking the pizza and closing the door in his face. My cock was starting to grow and I didn't need him to see it. I put the pizza box on the coffee table in front of Aaron and sat down. He grabbed a slice and started chewing. Damn, the kid could eat, I thought. I ate a few slices and then needed a new beer. I got up and headed to the kitchen. As I stood in front of the refrigerator, my hand absentmindedly went to my crotch. The nylon stretched over my cock and balls and fuck, it felt good. I grabbed a beer and another soda and went back to the couch. We watched the rest of the movie, cheering and jeering, as we ate. We devoured everything. When it was over, Aaron picked up the empty box and headed into the kitchen. His ass looked amazing in his briefs. Shortly after, he came back with two beers. I had already finished my second, but I was buzzing. Aaron handed me my third beer. "What do you think you're doing?" Aaron sat next to me and put the beer to his lips. "Is that okay?" "You're fourteen." "I won't tell mom." "Fine. Just the one." He took a gulp and winced. "This tastes like shit." "Now you gotta finish it though." Usually, after a movie, Aaron would go to his room and do whatever he did, but this was different. He stayed, sitting next to me. I took a large swig of my beer. "What do you want to do now?" I felt his fingers graze my thigh. "Aaron." My tone was deeper than I wanted it. He immediately moved his hand. "I am your dad. We shouldn't be doing this." "But you like it as much as I do." He was right. My cock was hard in my briefs. I knew he was hard. "What do you want to do then?" He grabbed my cock. "Do you think you might be gay?" "I don't know." "I'm going to love you either way. I just don't know if you're exploring because you're curious or if you actually like dick." "I don't know." I put my arm around his shoulder and his head went back to my pec. He inhaled as he groped me. I touched his chest, then moved my hand down to his brief-clad hip. "Do you want to go to my room?" "Okay." We stood up and silently made our way down the hallway to my bedroom. It was a mess, but I didn't care. I turned on the side lamp. For some reason, I closed the door. I pushed him in front of the bed and stood in front of him. I was taller by a foot, but he looked more adult than fourteen as he stood in front of me. The front of his underwear was damp from his precum. "The only time I've been with other guys is them sucking me off," I said. His expression didn't change. "So, I don't know how far you want to go. This is new for me too." He nodded and pulled the front of my boxer briefs over my hard cock, then moved them over the curve of my ass. He pushed my briefs down my legs. My cock stood out, fully erect. I stepped out of my boxers and kicked them away before kneeling down in front of my teenage son. His briefs were tight across his cock. I pulled his underwear down and he stepped out of them. I put my face against his trimmed pubes and inhaled. He smelled of youth, and sex, and soap. I grabbed his balls as I licked the underside of his cock. He grabbed my hair and inhaled. "Oh, dad. Fuck." His cock tasted clean and hard. I licked his entire shaft and put my mouth over his glands. He was thicker than I imagined, and I had to stretch my mouth open wider in order for him to fit. He steadied himself as I swallowed, taking as much of his cock as I could. I got about five inches of his steel hard cock before I gagged. I eased off him, keeping my lips tight across his girth, and sat back on my haunches. "Damn, son. Sucking cock ain't easy." "It felt so good, though." I couldn't deny that his cock felt good in my mouth. I went for him again, eager to get all of him down my throat. He grabbed my head and forced it down his cock. He hit the back of my throat and I felt the tears swell in my eyes. My teenage son was relentless on my throat. I took every inch of his cock down my throat, using my tongue and hands as best as I knew how. "Dad, dad, dad," he panted every time his cock hit the back of my throat. I knew he was going to cum and I wanted to swallow all of it. His cock expanded and I felt his cum move from his balls through his shaft. The first shot went directly down my throat, but I wanted to taste him. I made him ease up and he finished shooting on my tongue. His cum was sweet. Delicious. It was my first time tasting cum and fuck, I'm so glad it was my son's. I let him go limp in my mouth. He finally pulled out. "I'm so sorry dad!" "It's okay. I'm glad you were enjoying it." Truth is, my throat hurt and my knees. I laid down on the bed next to him. His hand went straight to my dick. "Can I try it?" "Go ahead, but watch your teeth." He moved between my legs. I watched as he stuck his smooth tongue out and licked my shaft. He held my balls. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." "Okay." I wanted to shoot as soon as he took my cockhead into his mouth. He felt amazing. I wanted him so bad. I looked over his body. His back was muscled and his ass, his ass was high and smooth. I knew I had to play with it, but how? I let him suck on my cock for a few minutes. He was a quick learner and was able to get most of my cock down his throat. Slobber ran down my shaft and into my pubes. I knew if he kept playing with my balls and sucking me, I'd cum. "Son," I said. He looked up, keeping my cock in his mouth. "Stroke my cock as you suck me." He followed directions and fuck, the movement and the mouth. I was so close. "I'm close. Where do you want me to cum?" He moved his lips faster. He stroked faster. Fuck, I was going to blow if he didn't stop soon. I held his head in my hands as he sucked. "If you don't stop, I'm going to -" And I did it. I blew, surprising him. He moved his mouth off my cock and I watched as my healthy dad load shot from my cock, all over his face and nose. Spit and cum ran down my cock into my bush. Here was my fourteen year old son, his face covered in his dad cum, between my thick legs. He moved and I grabbed him. I pressed his body against mine. I could smell me on him. As he moved his head down, I moved my lips and met his. I kissed him, tasting myself. He was reluctant, but eventually, he melted into me. Our tongues swirled together, mixing my cum and saliva. His swollen lips felt great on mine. Smoother and younger. I ended the kiss and went to my bathroom to get a towel. After running it under warm water, I gently wiped the cum and spit from his face, exposing his red cheeks. We climbed back in bed and I held him, his body on top of mine. We continued to slowly kiss. I moved my right hand down his back and I cupped his firm, young ass. He moved a little higher up and I felt his hard dick against my stomach. He was lucky being fourteen. He rested his head against my neck and I held him until he fell asleep. I gently moved him off me put him in a fetal position. I put my arms back around him, and brought him against my chest. My cock nuzzled in his ass. My hand against his soft stomach. I fell asleep shortly afterwards, my lips against the back of his neck.