Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2018 17:40:28 -0400
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: The Fireman's Son, Chapter 42

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 40" {Rob} (MB masturbation sex talk)

Here's another chapter I just knocked out. It doesn't contain any sex
except a joint masturbation toward the end, but it does have a lot of what
I tried to make sexy talk. The next chapter is going to take much longer to
write because I haven't even thought about how it's going to go other than
it's going to be about Steve, Jim and Mr. Evans having a threeway. Rob at
fmhar1969@aol.com.

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The Fireman's Son Chapter 42 – Jim and His Dad

	The next morning the Evans family got up at the usual time for
breakfast. Mrs. Evans said she was too tired from the previous night to go
to church, so Mr. Evans asked his son if he'd like to go to the country
club and play some tennis. Although he doesn't play that much Jim is pretty
good. By working hard at the game, he can keep up with his dad who was the
club's top player. The two of them dressed in their tennis clothes, but
took casual trousers, jackets and ties since they planned on eating an
early lunch in the dining room. Arriving, they checked their clothes in
lockers in the men's locker room and went out to the court Mr. Evans had
reserved. After a couple of hours of hard play, the two men, father and
son, went into the locker room and got out of their clothes. Putting towels
around their waists they made there way to the showers and took their
places under adjoining shower heads.
	Mr. Evans looked his son over and was impressed by his muscled body
and the beginnings of hair on his chest and belly that looked like it would
grow into a fine dark-haired pelt like his father's blond one. Jim had
taken after his mother's family in hair color. Mr. Evans had seen his son's
cock at its hardest yesterday. Now it hung like a thick tube in front of
his big balls.
	Jim was equally interested in checking out his father. He admired
the broad, muscular chest that was covered with a pelt of fine blonde
hair. Below, his flat stomach had a wide treasure trail that grew thicker
as it went down and curled around his cock and balls, spreading down his
thighs and muscled legs. Jim noted that his dad's cock was longer and
thicker than his. He hoped his would keep on growing. His dad was a
good-looking man. Jim wasn't surprised by the great shape his body was
in. They occasionally worked out together, and his dad spent a lot of time
playing various sports with clients of his business and prospective
clients.
	"You've really grown, son, put on more muscle over the summer and
it looks like your going to give your old man a run for the money down
below. Now that you're on the Varsity you're going to have all the girls in
school chasing after you. We might better have another talk about the birds
and the bees and keeping out of trouble."
	Jim was a little taken aback to his dad's veiled reference to his
cock size and the suggestion of another talk about sex. They had had a
frank and open discussion of the matter when he was about twelve or
thirteen.
	They finished in the showers and dressed to go up to the dining
room. Mr. Evans ordered glasses of wine for the two of them. "No point in
telling your mother about the wine. The men of the family have to have
their secrets," he said with a twinkle in his eye. They ended up each
having another as they visited with friends who were beginning to come in
for an early lunch stopped by to say hello and inquire about Mrs. Evans'
absence. After they finished and Mr. Evans signed the check, he suggested
they go into the Men's Bar, another first for Jim. When they got settled in
a pair of comfortable leather club chairs in a cozy, private corner, Jim's
dad ordered a Macallan on the rocks and turned to him with a questioning
look.
	"I'll just have soda water, Dad. I'm not used to wine at
lunch. It's made me a little light-headed." In the last year his parents
had allowed him a small glass of wine when they went out to dinner in the
evening, but that wasn't very often, and he'd never had wine with lunch.
	His father slowly drank his whiskey in silence slouched down in his
chair. Jim was beginning to think he was in trouble when he finished his
drink and signaled to the waiter for another. After another period of
relaxed quiet, he sat up and said very calmly, "I saw you and Steve
yesterday in your room."
	"Oh My God!" was all the boy said as he stared dumfounded at his
father's calm face. Finally he managed to say, "Dad...I..."
       "It's okay, son. I had to get something out of our bedroom and the
door was ajar. I saw what you were doing...and I watched for a while. I
watched my big, masculine son getting serviced by his queer best
friend. Steve looks like a very accomplished cocksucker. It was very
arousing."
	"Dad...Dad...I don't know what to say."
	"You don't have to explain. You two have been best friends for a
long time. You're very close. You're a horny teenager. Your hormones are
raging. When did he start sucking your cock?"
	"Some...sometime last year. Dad, he's my best friend, my best
buddy. He says he just wanted to make me feel good...wants to make me feel
good."
	"I understand, and it looked to me like he was doing a pretty damn
good job of it. I know what it's like. I was your age once. Does his dad
know about him?"
	"Yeah, he says he does."
	"His dad and I go back a long way, him and Jerry Sims and
I. Believe it or not, I know how it feels."
	"You...you, Dad!"
	"Yes. I was a horny teenager back when." He signaled for another
drink, and when it arrived he sank back in his chair and stared across the
bar as he sipped it. When he finished he looked at his son and said with a
slight smile, "In a way, I'm proud of you, son. You're a stud and you've
got a cocksucker to take care of you. Let's go home and we can talk about
it some more in my office." He signaled the waiter and signed his bar tab.
	The two stood up and went out to the front where they waited for
the attendant to bring the car around. His dad got in and drove out of the
grounds. "We won't mention this to your mom, of course." After a few
moments of silence, while it seemed his dad was thinking about something,
he said quietly, "I haven't had a blowjob in years. Do you think Steve
would consider giving me one?"
	"DAD! You want Steve to suck your cock?"
	"I told you it was arousing to watch what he was doing to you. I
can remember how good a blowjob feels. Your mother won't do that, never
would."
	They arrived at the house and went in. Jim's mom was in the living
room reading. Jim said, "Hi, Mom," and headed upstairs.
	Mr. Evans leaned down and gave her a kiss. "Are you feeling better,
Honey?"
	"Oh yes. I just needed to rest after my late night. Did you have a
good game? Was lunch good? Mary Best called and said they saw you and
Steve. What a young gentleman Steve is. She said the chef had a special
entrée today. Did you try it?"
	"No. Just had my usual. I'm glad you're feeling rested, Irene," he
said as he sat down beside his wife. They chatted about different
things. They talked about the tennis and the lunch. Mr. Evans remarked that
Jim was really growing up, how adult and well mannered he behaved in the
dining room, standing up and talking with the various friends of his
parents who came by the table. "Our son has become quite a gentleman. I was
very proud of him. I even took him into the Men's Bar. We had quite a nice
chat."
	"I could smell the Scotch on your breath when you kissed me. Jim
didn't have a drink, did he?"
	"No. He just had a club soda. The way he acted got me to
thinking. His making the Varsity, the way he's suddenly grown up, both
physically and the way he presents himself, maybe we should be thinking
about getting him a car, or a truck if that's what he wants. Increase his
allowance. Give him more freedom."
	"That sounds nice. I'm sure he would be thrilled, especially the
car part," Mrs. Evans said with a smile. Mr. Evans was the one who made
most of the decisions, especially financial ones.
	Meanwhile, Jim was up in his room talking to Steve on the
phone. "He saw us! My dad saw you giving me a blowjob!...I don't
know....You must not have closed the door all the way when you came back
from the bathroom....He told me at the club. Mom didn't feel like going to
church so my dad and I went there to play tennis and have lunch. We
showered together and he said something about my cock...about me giving him
a run for his money down below....Yeah. I thought it was weird. Then at
lunch we both had two glasses of wine....No, I'd never had wine with
lunch. After lunch we went into the Men's Bar and he had two Scotches. Then
he just said, "I saw you and Steve yesterday in your room."...No, he wasn't
mad. He saw you sucking my dick....I don't know. I didn't ask him what else
he saw. I was too scared. He talked about understanding, that he'd been
young once. He asked if your dad knew about you. When I said yes, he just
smiled and said he was proud of me for having a cocksucker to suck my
cock....Yeah, he called you a cocksucker. He said he, your dad and Mr. Sims
had been best friends when they were young and I got a feeling they had had
cocksuckers to take care of them....Fuck! I don't know. He said we'd talk
later....No, he and Mom are downstairs talking....No. He said he wouldn't
tell Mom....Shit. I don't know. Oh! On the way home he asked if I thought
you would be willing to give him a blowjob!...I know, you little slut, I
could've told him yes right then and there, couldn't I? I'll tell you more
after we have our talk. I don't know if it'll be tonight....Yeah, I'll call
you. You want to come over here all innocent acting and everything?...Fuck
no. I'm just kidding. Talk later."
	Jim went downstairs. He found his father sitting on the sofa in his
office looking over some papers. "Jim, come in. Your mother has gone to a
meeting of the ladies at the church. Why don't we have our talk while she's
gone."
	"Sure...Dad....Dad, I'm sorry...Are you mad at me?"
	"Sit down, Son. You don't have to be sorry. I'm not mad, and your
mother wouldn't be mad either. I just don't think she needs to know. Your
hormones are raging, and Steve has been helping you out..."
	"You know, Dad...I'm not gay. Steve and I were jack-off buddies,
helping one another out, and when he started uh,...you know, sucking my
cock...at first I didn't realize he was sucking me. I just thought he was
giving me a really good hand job. I always gave him one in return. We
started jacking each other off a couple of years ago. We took care of one
another. By the time I realized what he was actually doing, it felt so
good, I just let him keep sucking me. I didn't think about it being gay. I
didn't even know what a...uh...cocksucker was until I heard the guys
talking about them at baseball camp. When I got back, I asked him and he
admitted that he was one, that he had started with an older guy at school
last year and had been doing it with other guys during the summer. I told
him it didn't matter. We were still best friends, and I didn't care if he
was a cocksucker as long as he kept taking care of my dick. Dad, I couldn't
believe how good it felt when he started...and he just got better and
better. I figured...if that's how a cocksucker could make me feel...I was
all for it!"
	Mr. Evans smiled at his son. He put his hand on Jim's shoulder and
gave it a pat. "I know, Son. I know you're not gay. You're just a horny
teenager who needed release and found a way to get it with a good
friend. When you discovered it was something else for him, it didn't
matter. You were getting what you needed and so was he."
	"That was sort of like what Steve said. He wants to take care of my
needs. He needs cock. He told me he'd sucked lots of guys' cocks during the
summer...uh...and done other things."
	"I know. I know, Son," he repeated. Steve's father told me just
last Thursday. He thought I ought to know about you and Steve. Like I said
at the club, John Andrews and I...and Jerry Sims have been friends for a
long, long time. We were horny teenagers, and we used cocksuckers to give
us what the girls back then weren't willing to give. I can still remember
the first blowjob I got in junior high...and many after that. We had our
regular fags, gay didn't mean back then what it does today, that we shared,
usually together. Your old man and his friends weren't the innocents you
might imagine."
	"Fuck, Dad, I can't believe what you're telling me. You and Captain
Andrews and Mr. Sims had boys who sucked your cocks in junior high and high
school."
	"That's what I'm telling you, Son. We weren't any different from
you. In fact, even though we went to different universities, we all three
used cocksuckers in college and told one another about it. Every Jock frat
house had fags in the fraternity to keep their balls drained, probably
still do."
	"Fuck, Dad!"
	"Don't be so surprised. I'm a man just like you. I've never been
with another woman since your mother and I were married...or a man, but I
can still remember what a good blowjob feels like. That's why I asked if
you thought Steve would give me a blowjob in the car on the way
home. There's nothing like a hungry cocksucker's mouth and throat, or...a
tight ass-pussy wrapped around your hard cock."
	"God, Dad, you were serious about Steve?...You've fucked a
cocksucker's ass?"
	"Sure. No point having a willing cocksucker and not taking his ass
as well as his mouth. And I need to tell you, I saw more than Steve sucking
your cock yesterday. I saw him take your hard cock in his ass and ride up
and down on it. I was so aroused I had to leave and come down here to
finish jacking off. I can't remember when I've shot such a big load. It was
so hot watching my big stud son taking that ass. I'm hard right now just
thinking about."
	"Damn, Dad, I've got a hardon, too."
	"What do you think? Think a couple of horny men could jack off
together, even if they are father and son?"
	"Fuck, Dad. I don't know what you've done to my head, but I'll jack
off with you any time," Jim groaned as he pushed his shorts down and pulled
out his hard cock and watched his father do the same. The two men, father
and son, sat side-by-side and jacked themselves until both shot big loads
up in the air, the cum falling down to splatter on their shirts and pants.
	"Oh, fuck, Son! That was as good as the load I shot yesterday after
watching Steve sucking your cock and taking that big cock of yours up his
ass! So, you think he'd suck my cock for me?"
	"Sure, Dad. He was just saying yesterday how sexy you looked in
casual clothes instead of your usual suit and tie."
	"So, he thinks your old man is sexy looking, eh!"
	"Yeah. He likes older men. I'll talk to him tonight."
	"You think you might be willing to join your old man in using your
cocksucker?"
	"You mean both of us at the same time?"
	"Sure, we can use him at both ends, maybe switch back and forth. I
told we shared cocksuckers, mouths and asses back when we were in school
together. You think he'd like that, both of us using him?"
	"Dad, I can't believe what you're sayin'. Who knew my old man was
so wild!"
	"Yeah! I can show you wild. It's been a long time, but I still know
how to use a faggot," Mr. Evans said as he got up to get towels out of the
lavatory that was part of his office. "Here clean off and put that big cock
away before you get another hardon," he said with a grin. "We better get
clean clothes before your mom gets home, these are covered in cum."
	The two men went up to their rooms. As soon as he heard his father
go back down, Jim called Steve.
	..."Yeah, we've had our talk. You won't believe it, but it was
good. It was just like two guys talking, like you and me or Jake and me. He
told me him and your dad and Mr. Sims shared cocksuckers in school. That
they'd fucked ass as well as getting' their cocks sucked....Yeah, he saw
you ridin' my cock. He said it made him so hot he had to go down to his
office and jack off. He got me so hot talking about faggots and fuckin' ass
that when he suggested we jack off together, I said sure.... Shit yeah, we
jacked off together right there in his office.... Yeah he shot a huge
load. We both did....He asked me again if you would give him a
blowjob....Of course I said yes. I know you're hot for him....Then he
suggested we both use you together. By then my mind was completely
blown. Me and my dad fuckin' you together....Yeah, I bet you would....Fuck
yeah, I'm hard. You?....Yeah, I can do it. Dad's back in his office,
although he'd probably do it with me again if he were here. I can't believe
he's like your dad and Mr. Sims. After the three of us do it...Sure, you
want to don't you?... Yeah, I figured you would....Yeah, well I wouldn't
have thought so either, but it was so hot talking with my dad about sex and
stuff, and I did do it with Jake and Jackson....You think after you and me
and my dad do it, we could all do it with your dad and Mr. Sims, three dads
and me fucking you. That'd be so hot. I bet you'd love it." While they were
talking Jim had pulled out his hard cock and was jacking it. Steve was
doing the same at his end. "You close, buddy?...Me too! I'm cumming. Come
with me, Steve. Oh yes! Yes!...You too?...Gooood!...Okay, talk with you
tomorrow. I'll get with my dad and figure out when and where we can do
it. Okay. Good night."



Irene