Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2004 10:55:57 -0800 (PST) From: chip ster Subject: In The Dog House 04 - Revised By now, you're read two chapters of this story, as well as many other graphic tales of erotic adventure. Anything you've ever read on any of those disclaimers applies here as well. And if those words don't stop you, reading beyond this point is at your own discression. 'Nuff said. In The Doghouse - 03 By Chipster071053@yahoo.com After Bob and Jeff left, I pulled a couple of steaks from the freezer and lit the grill on the back patio. Terry started doing some yard work without being asked, which pleased me to no end. The two of us had dinner together on the deck, talking about our favorite baseball teams and how the high school football team was shaping up for the coming fall. Terry was in the marching band, and they'd just started practice on the field next to the one where the team was working out. He told me they were shaping up nicely and that most of the squad was returning for their senior year so they should be a strong team, a sure cinch to win the conference championship and maybe go all the way to state. When we finished, Terry cleared the table and cleaned up while I went to the living room and turned the TV on to the Friday night baseball game on ESPN. Terry joined me and we spent the evening watching the game, never discussing what had happened that afternoon. When the game ended, Terry went back to his room for the night and I fixed myself a drink and sat back down to watch the late news. Halfway through Letterman, Terry came back into the room, wearing a pair of too-small boxers he'd been sleeping in for the last year or so. "You going to bed soon, Dad?" he asked. "Yeah, I think so. I'm tired. Why aren't you asleep yet?" "I've been, I mean, I was thinking, er, wondering if I could sleep with you tonight," said Terry. I paused for a minute. I actually had to think why he'd want to sleep with me before it hit me. "Sure, son. Go on back and get in bed. I'll be there in a few minutes," I told him. I took my glass back into the kitchen, then turned out all the lights before heading back to my bedroom. When I got there, Terry was already under the sheet, a grin on his face. I slipped my clothes off and pulled back the covers to discover he still had the boxers on. "Want to take those off, son?" I asked. Without hesitation, he lifted his butt off the bed and slid them down, kicking them off his legs and out onto the floor. I slipped into bed beside him and pulled the sheet back over us. "Terry, I've been thinking about what you said in the Dog House, and about what Bob said in the shower today, and you're right. If this is OK with you, then it's OK with me," I told my son. "Yes, Dad, I want to be with you. It just feels so good, and I want to learn everything I can about sex from you," he said, looking into my face with a sweet smile across his lips. "This is all new to me, too, son. We'll be learning together." "And we'll have lots of help from Jeff and Bob and their friends, won't we?" he asked. "If that's what you want. But I also want you to know that if you ever want to end it, all you have to do is tell me and we'll never even discuss the subject again unless you bring it up, OK?" "That's fine with me, Dad," Terry said, reaching over and taking my cock in his hand. "Feels like you like that arrangement, too," and he giggled, sounding almost like a small child rather than the mature teen I knew he was becoming. I reached over and cupped his balls in my hand, fondling them as he started pulling on my shaft. I'd never been one to produce pre-cum before, but suddenly my shaft started feeling slick in Terry's hand and I looked down and saw a wet spot on the sheet where my cock was pressing when his hand sank to the base of the shaft. I was leaking like a faucet. I could feel the base of Terry's cock throbbing as I held his ball sack. I hadn't even touched his cock yet and I knew he wasn't far from a climax. I decided to just keep fondling his balls, at least for the time being. "God, Dad, that feels so good!" said Terry. I pressed a fingertip against Terry's asshole and he spread his legs wide. "Dad," he said, almost whispering, "I want you to fuck me tonight." "You're not ready yet," I said. "Let me get you ready." I slowly pulled away from Terry and sat up. His hand never left my cock as I rolled over onto my knees and turned around, my face coming down over his crotch. I think he thought I was going to suck him, but instead, I lowered my head between his legs and began to lick at his balls. His legs practically flew open wide and I saw his puckered hole, my target. My tongue came down on the opening and I started to gently lick him. Now I'd licked on my wife's pussy countless times before we separated and had even reamed her asshole during some really intense lovemaking, but nothing compared to the taste and smell of this teen. He had a muskiness that I knew came from the yard work he'd done earlier that evening and I could smell the sweat in his crotch as I licked him over and over. He started moaning and writhing around under me. I could feel his cock against my throat as I probed him with my tongue, and was surprised at the feel of it throbbing against my skin. I started fondling his balls again, occasionally lapping at the spot between the bottom of the sac and his hole. I slipped a finger into my mouth to get it wet, then slid it slowly into Terry, to the first knuckle, then to the second, then not quite all the way in. I started massaging him inside and felt him squirm and heard him letting out long, low moans alternating with sharp breaths. I knew he was really excited and was probably close to shooting. And I was so right. As my finger brushed past the hard spot inside his rectum, I felt his muscles clamp down on my finger, his hips raise up and suddenly my chest started feeling warm as he spewed thick, white jism. I lifted up just in time to have a blob of cum land on my chin, then watched as he shot several loads onto his own chest and finally, after about eight or nine really strong spasms, saw streams of white cream flow down his cock into the patch of hair at its base. Terry was breathing heavily, but he managed to moan, "Fuck me, Dad! Fuck me!" I took my fingers and scooped up some of his cum, then spread it all around his hole, poking my finger in slightly to use his own sperm to lubricate his asshole. As I turned, I dragged my cock through the pools on his chest, then took my own hand and jacked lightly, rubbing his sticky cream onto my cock. I placed the head of my cock between his legs and felt his hand go to it. "I'll put you in, Dad," said Terry. "Let me line you up, then push yourself into me. I want to feel your cock inside me." I felt the head of my cock touch his hole and I pushed forward. He opened up surprisingly easily, although I hadn't thought about how Don and Jeff had loosened him up earlier that day. Without thinking, I buried myself into my son until my balls smacked against his buttocks. Then I just held myself there. I was up on my arms over my son, my legs between his. He was looking up at me with a twinkle in his eye and a big grin on his face. "This feels great, Dad. Now screw me hard. I want to feel you cum." I started slowly, then gradually got faster. As I fucked, I kissed him on the forehead, then on the lips, then our tongues met and we kissed deeply as I pounded into him hard. I felt his tongue rub across the roof of my mouth while the muscles in his buttocks tightened around my cock and he wrapped his legs around mine, first around the knees, then as I fucked harder, they worked their way up until he had them wrapped around the small of my back and he was pushing my buttocks with his heels. He never stopped making noise, either. When my wife and I fucked, we were always quiet, although I found out later from Terry that when she had others in bed while I was gone, she could get loud (my son had known and never said a word to me). Terry would moan, cry out, whimper and grunt as I plowed into him and finally he yelled, "Oh GOD!" and I felt my abdomen getting wet again as he came for the second time. Then I started to cum. When the sensation hit me, I slammed my cock into Terry as deeply as I could, then started lifting him off the bed with my thrusts while I shot load after load into him. As the spasms began to ease, I bent down and kissed my young lover gently on the lips, then began pecking at his neck. He wrapped his arms around my back and gave me a hard hug. "Dad, I love you," Terry said. ----- "God, I can't believe these kids," said the old man to his friend as he bent over to pull his socks on. "Just look at them! They dye their hair, pierce their bodies, not just their ears, and dress like fags! This isn't the world I grew up in!" The two men sitting on the bench of the dressing room at the Y were talking about the 16 year old boy who had just walked past them, wrapped only in a towel. The boy had dark brown hair, swirls of blond hair running through it. He had a ring in his left ear, his left nostril and his left eyebrow. The men had no way of knowing that he also had a small ring hanging from his left testicle, too. "Look at him," the man said as the boy disappeared behind a row of lockers. "They shouldn't let kids do stuff like that!" Around the corner, the boy had dropped his towel and was leaning back against the lockers. The only other person in that row with him was a 17 year old boy with bleached blond hair who was on his knees in front of him, sucking on the boy's cock. "You're darned right, old man," the boy mumbled, looking down at the other boy. "This isn't the world you grew up in." He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feelings, not noticing the older man who had just set down on the bench next to them. "Hi, Son," said the man. The boy just moaned. "I see you're getting started a little early, aren't you." ----- As the two men were signing out, 19 year old Jackson, the desk clerk, had a grin on his face. They men were still grousing about the state of the country's youth as they signed the log sheet and left. Jackson scanned the list. It looked to him like everyone who was supposed to be gone had already left. Saturday afternoon was male swim time at the Y, from noon to 3, then the pool closed until 6. He also knew many of the people who had signed out hadn't left yet. In fact, even his father and younger brother were still in the locker room, although they had logged out almost 15 minutes ago. He knew, because he had logged them, and several other people, out over the last half-hour. And he knew they were all still down there, just waiting for the all-clear, then he would lock the door so no one could get in. Bob and his nephew Jeff had showed up about a half an hour earlier, and Don had told Jackson there might be two new people that afternoon, and sure enough about 10 minutes before 3, a good looking man walked through the door accompanied by a very good looking teenaged boy. "Are you Jackson?" "Yes, and you must be Don and Terry, right?" "That's us," chimed the boy. "Which way to the pool?" "Through that door and down the stairs. Just remember I'll be locking the door in about ten minutes so if you're not planning to stay, you'd better leave quickly," instructed Jackson. "Sign the log book, too. I left a couple of spaces there around 1:30 for you to sign, and be sure you log out at 3." "Do we log out when we leave?" asked the man. "No, do it now, unless you really do plan to leave before 3, but somehow I don't think you will be." Jackson looked at the two in front of him and winked. Both Don and Terry signed in, then went through the door. As they got to the bottom of the stairs, they saw Bob and Jeff coming out of the showers. "Hey guys! Good to see you could make it!" shouted Jeff as he reached over and grabbed his uncle's semi-hard cock. Just then, they heard the slamming of the metal door at the top of the stairs. "Get your clothes off and grab a shower, guys! Time for the fun to get started!" This looks like a good place to leave you hanging. There will be more to this story in a few weeks, so please watch for the next chapter. Let me know what you think, too. I try to answer all of the e-mails I get, and I'd love to hear from you at chipster071053@yahoo.com. If you'd like to share your experiences, especially father/son type experiences, they might wind up in a future chapter of this series.