Date: Thu, 17 May 2012 11:00:06 -0400 From: RJ W Subject: Home With Andy Home With Andy RJ I watched Andy run up the stairs to take a shower. I love watching him run or do anything for that matter, especially in those tight shorts of his. His ass always looks so good, and those muscular legs. And now I'm hard again. The last hard-on was from just ten minutes ago when we were wrestling outside in the backyard. We had been rolling around in the grass for a good five minutes when I let him pin me down and lie on top of me. Then we were face to face, only a few inches of space between us, my cock straining against my shorts and me wanting to kiss him. I resisted though, thinking there would be a better time and a better place, instead of now and out in the open. Was it my imagination or was I feeling his cock too? I wanted my boy so bad, right there and then. From downstairs I could hear the water being turned on from the upstairs bathroom. I've watched him secretly before; he always turns the shower on first then disrobes. He should have his shorts off, maybe his hard cock exposed. I looked at the stairs, desperately fighting the urge to sneak up and try to catch a glimpse of him before he gets in the hot shower. I reached down and unzipped my shorts and took out my hard cock. As I stroked it I could feel my self-control abandoning me and my resolve weakening. Before I could get a hold of myself, I was slowly walking up the stairs, my cock still jutting out from my shorts, my right hand still stroking all seven inches slowly so as not to lose my load. From the top of the stairs Andy's bathroom was on the left and the guest room was right across from it. From that guest room was where I watched him many times. From the stairs I could see that he had left his bathroom door open. I looked down at my cumhole and I saw that I was leaking. There was still time for me to go and take my own shower and relieve myself before Andy finished his. But my legs would not obey and instead yielded to another impulse to walk ever-so-gently to the edge of Andy's bathroom doorway. I leaned over from the side of the doorway just enough for my right eye to see inside Andy's bathroom. The glass of the shower door was only partially fogged up, the clearest part being on the bottom where his half-hard cock could be seen hanging and his right hand could be seen stroking it every so often. "Save it for me, Son," my mind called out to him. "Save it for Daddy. I'm right here." And he stopped, as if he had heard me, had heard my mind call out to him. He turned off the water and I quickly pulled my head back. I looked down at my cock which I had been stroking slowly all this time, unconsciously, and I found I was leaking even more. I walked quietly and quickly to the top of the stairs again and paused for a few breaths. I shoved my cock back into my shorts at the same time and took another few breaths. Then very casually I walked to Andy's bathroom door, this time making my presence known. "How was your shower, Son?" I asked trying to hide my rapid breathing and to appear as innocent as possible. I fought the impulse to look down to see if my cock was detectable or not. "Great, Daddy," he said drying off his head with the towel that hung just outside the shower door. I glanced down, his cock was still half-hard. I loved that he was not shy about his body, especially around me. His solid build often mesmerized me and this time was no exception. He worked his way from his head to his torso and then stopped. "Daddy, you mind drying off my back?" he said looking up at me with his dark brown eyes. "Can't reach it too good." "Sure, Son," I said taking the towel from his hand and watching him turn his back to me. My eyes went immediately to his nice, young firm ass. With my cock straining against the front of my shorts again, I gently wiped off the excess water from the back of his neck all the way down to the small of his back. I stopped there and took a step back. "There you go, Andy," I said. "But you're not done, Daddy," he said holding his arms out and flatting his hands on the shower door, spreading his legs. "My ass needs drying too." Seeing him in that spread eagle position was enough to set my heart beating faster. With my left hand I wiped the outside of his ass and then went in for his boyhole, gently rubbing it up and down. My right hand was busy again, rubbing my own cock through my shorts. It was then I began noticing my son's breathing getting louder and louder, heavier and heavier. "Don't stop, Daddy," Andy said in a voice a little louder than a whisper. It was then I dropped the towel and the pretense and began fingering his hole, going deeper and deeper. That's when the moaning began and when I had had enough of my shorts. As quick as I could I unfastened them, unzipped and let them fall. Andy heard my shorts hit the floor and reached his left hand behind him and grabbed my cock. I leaned in closer to give him a little better access and growled, "Stroke it Boy." "Yes Sir," he said getting a better grip on my cock. "Oooooh!" "That feel good Son?" "Yes, Daddy." "Uuuuuh... I love that boyhole of yours, Son," I groaned. "Uuuuuh... I need to taste it; taste it so bad. Mmmm." "Yes Sir, oooooh," Andy cried out. "Lick it Daddy." Quick as a flash I dropped to my knees, kicking my shorts out of the way. I pulled on Andy's legs which signaled to him that he needed to bend over more; he did and I spread his asscheeks. His boyhole was beautiful, and I wasted no time getting my tongue into it and getting it nice and wet. "Oh Daddy! Ooooooooh!" Andy cried. His voice was getting deeper it seemed. "You like that Baby Boy?" More licking. "Ooooh, yes Sir!" More heavy breathing. "Gonna get it nice and wet, Baby Boy." More licking. "Yes Daddy... uuuuuuuh!" More heavy breathing. I licked that beautiful boyhole for a few minutes and then stopped and stood up. I wrapped my right arm around his chest and stood him upright and brought him closer to me. I dug my cock into his back and started kissing the back of his neck. Licking his ear I whispered, "Can you feel my breath, Son?" He responded only with a deep, "Mmmmmmmm." "I need you so bad, Son," I continued still licking his lobe. "I need to be inside you so bad." Then going back to his neck I whispered louder, "You gonna let me in, Son?" "Mmmmmm, yes Daddy," he whispered back. I took my cock away and my right hand fell to his ass. I squeezed his ass hard and slapped it twice and gave him a commanding tone. "Whose ass is this, Baby Boy? Tell me, TELL ME!" I smacked it hard on the second "tell me" and he gasped. "Yours Sir!" he said, and I noticed that he had been stroking his cock furiously. "That's right, Son," I said gruffly. "You be a good Boy and remember that," and I smacked his ass again. "Ooooh yes Sir!" he cried stopping his stroking and turning to face me. "Want me to get your cock ready for you Daddy?" "Yes, Son," I said smiling at him. "Yes, my beautiful Baby Boy; you read my mind. Get on your knees and take care of my's cock." Quick as a flash he was down and engulfing my raging hard phallus, not struggling at all with his gag reflex even holding it in his mouth for a few seconds. Looking down on him, feeling his mouth on my cock sent chills down my back. "Ooooh Son," I gasped. "Don't stop. Uuuuuh..." His mouth were relentless, his resolve unyielding. Had I not wanted to be inside him so badly I would have let Andy continue working my cock to its orgasmic resolution, feeling my jism shoot inside his mouth where I knew it would be most welcomed. "Easy, Son," I said placing my right hand on his head firmly in an effort to slow him down. "I'm getting too close; not yet." My breathing was still haggard, and I had to concentrate to keep my climax at bay. Part of me wanted so bad to fuck his mouth and hold his head until every last drop of my load that had been building up the last couple of days was consumed. I knew however that something even better was waiting for me, his tantalizing boyhole. I needed to kiss him once again before I entered him. I needed to feel my tongue on his, I needed to taste my cock on his breath. Just knowing that my precum was in his mouth when we kissed would make the act even more meaningful. "Kiss me, Son," I commanded, and then watching him stand up again. The first few open and subtle; after that they became longer and closed, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I could feel my Baby Boy's cock rubbing against mine and jumping in rhythm. I withdrew from his mouth and licked his ear. "Give yourself to me Son," I demanded. "Open yourself up for me." "Yes Daddy," he whispered. I reached down with my left hand and entered my middle finger into his boyhole. His muscle began slowly to relax and I knew he was ready. "I'm yours." There was no turning back. With those two words, those two magic words, I felt our bodies and our souls melding into a bond that nothing could sever. I turned him around and began to enter him easily, slipping inside him with hand-in-glove familiarity, as if his boyhole was tailor-made for my cock. Once all the way inside he cried out, a little from pain but mostly in joy of our joining, in our union of flesh. As I found my rhythm he found his rhythm also, a mixture of breathing, moaning, his boyhole surrounding my cock, sending us into a faraway place where the only thing that matters is the moment at hand. And in that moment we both opened up, figuratively and literally. I wanted him more, the ways multiplying and changing shape. I fucked him faster and faster. "I want you inside me Son," my mind called out to him. "I need you inside me soon Baby Boy." His moaning became loud. "Ooooh Daddy!Uuuuuuh!" Grabbing his shoulder with my left hand, I began to pound his ass hard, hearing but not really listening to the slapping sound our bodies were making, flesh on flesh. Andy began accenting that slaps with his own short moans, and I knew it was time. I didn't want this end just yet but I couldn't hold it back any longer. The release was coming like a dam bursting with no way to stop it. "Oh Son!" I cried out and held my cock still all the way inside him. "Take it!" As I wrapped my arms around him I shot into him, feeling every contraction of my muscle, every sensation that my body had to offer. Time stopped. The outside world was gone, banished by my lust, and the room surrounding us was far away. My body's spasms overtook me leaving me helpless, in their spell. I held him so tight as the last of my cum left my body and my heart began to slow. He did not flinch, stayed right with me, being my support. I don't know how long I held him before I felt my cock slip out of his boyhole and he turned around again to kiss me. "I want your cock in my mouth, Boy," my mind cried out to him again. "I need it so bad." As we kissed, I reached down and stroked his half-hard cock until it was fully hard and broke our kiss to kneel in front of him. "Open your mouth, Daddy," he said, his voice deeper again. I complied and he held my head firmly still as he entered my mouth and started aggressively fucking me. I sucked mightily on his cock, wanting his jism inside my mouth, wanting to taste it, to consume it. His thrusting became faster, shorter, his moaning louder. He gripped my head harder. "Oh fuck, Daddy! Take it! TAKE IT!" And with those words I was rewarded, his load shooting and spilling into my mouth, my throat. I swallowed it with no hesitation, all of the salty goodness of my son's jism, savoring the aftertaste. He leaned back against the shower door, exhausted as I squeezed a big drop of jism from his cockhead and licked it off with gusto. I was pleased to see my boy smiling down at me when I looked up at him. Andy remind me of myself when I was his age but of course he had his own look, dark eyes, square jaw. I stood up and kissed him one more time before I left the bathroom. He decided to follow me into my bedroom and collapse on my bed with me and fall asleep beside me. I listened to his gentle snoring for a few minutes until it lulled me into a peaceful sleep.