Date: Wed, 6 May 2015 21:03:15 -0400 From: Tj Morgan Subject: Just Like His Mother - Part 9 The following story is a work of Fiction. The work is of the erotic nature and has explicit gay sex. If you are not allowed by law to view this story or are offended by such material, close out now. All work is owned by the author and may not be used without his consent. Copyright 2013 If you enjoy these stories, please consider donating to Nifty, because it takes money to keep this site free and operating. Just click this link to donate, its safe and your donations will help to continue bringing these stories to you. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I stood there, staring into the face of the man to whom I had lost my virginity, I realized how stupid I had been to not have seen the resemblance to his son, the boy who had just sucked my cock in the shower. Matty's hair was a little less red, and a little more white, but his eyes, though slightly wrinkled around the edges, held the same mischievous glint I had enjoyed so many years before. His face was a slightly older version of the one I remembered from my High School days, and not all that dissimilar from the teenager now bounding his way down the steps from upstairs. "Hey, Dad. I'm all set to go." Derek said smiling. It was obvious the two teenagers did not notice the stunned silence between the two adults. Matty broke eye contact first, smiling to his son. "Uh, yeah. Um, Alex, uh, Mr. Morgan and I, were just introducing ourselves. It, uh, it was nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand. "Yeah, you, too." As I took his hand in mine to shake it, it felt familiar and a yearning that I had long ago forgotten came flooding back. I wanted so much to grab Matty, to throw my arms around him and once again kiss those sweet lips. I knew, though, that the boys would find this awfully strange, even given our own sexual history together. But more so, did Matty feel the same? Did he still have the same desires that coursed through me? After all, he had been with at least one woman, perhaps many more. Then again, so had I. As Matty turned to head to the truck, Derek slipped past and I felt his hand brush against my ass as he said, "See ya, Mr. M." Any other time, that would have gotten me hard all over again. Instead, I just stood there, staring out the door into the cool Christmas Eve day. "Um, Dad? I think what you always tell me is, `I'm not heating the outdoors!'" I snapped back to reality and shut the door. When I turned around, TJ stood there staring at me with a look of confusion. "Is everything ok, Dad? You look like you've seen a ghost." I forced a chuckle. "No, Derek's dad just looked for a moment like someone I used to know way back in the day." "'Back in the day'? Jeez, Dad, stop trying to sound cool. It doesn't work!" I laughed as I pretended to slap him. I knew, though, that the last thing I could do would be to tell my son that his best friend's dad and I had once been fuck buddies. No, even more than that. Even if it was difficult for me to say out loud, Matty had been my first love. Now, seeing him standing there a few moments ago, I realized I still loved him. A few days had passed, and Christmas had come and gone. TJ and I didn't really trade gifts as we tended to get what we needed or wanted when we needed or wanted it. Our gift to each other was a day alone with no obligations watching whatever we wanted on TV. Just for fun, I snuck in a movie that I had picked up at the local discount DVD place. It was a little awkward taking a copy of "The Boner Identity" up to the twenty-something girl at the counter, but it was well worth it watching TJ get hard next to me. We didn't see much of the movie after that. The Saturday after New Year's, TJ had gone to stay the night at Derek's with some of their other friends, leaving me home alone. I decided it would be a good time to take down the few Christmas decorations that we had put up. I had just finished de-trimming the tree when there was a knock at the door. "Matty, uh, Matthew. Hi," I stammered when I saw who was standing there. "Derek is at his mother's house." "Yeah, I know. I just left there. I, uh, thought we could talk. You know, catch up and shit." He held up a six-pack. "I brought the drinks." I smiled, perhaps somewhat awkwardly, and invited him in. As he walked past, he smelled of a mixture of the cold air and the Old Spice deodorant he had always used. Smell is a powerful reminder, and memories came flooding back. I felt a tug in my pants and reached down to adjust my growing cock. After he had taken off his jacket and boots, we sat down, he in the recliner, me on the couch. It was obvious, despite the saggy flannel shirt he wore, that he had maintained his figure over the years. My eyes were helplessly drawn to his crotch. From the way he was sitting, it was difficult to tell whether the fabric of his jeans were bunched up, or if he was starting to get a hard on. I certainly hoped for the latter. Over the next hour-and-a-half, we caught up on each other's lives, the same type of small talk that any two ordinary people would talk about. Before long, the six-pack was gone and some of the awkwardness had seeped away thanks to the alcohol. "So," Matty began, sounding a little bolder than before. "You finally gave up cock for pussy, huh?" We both laughed, but I also noticed something in his look, almost as though he was gauging my reaction. "Well, just one," I began. "TJ's mother was one of a kind. When she looked at me, when she touched me, well, I hadn't felt that way since..." I could feel my face starting to warm. I had almost said, "Since you and I were together." But, would he feel the same way? Or, would it drive him away? "Well, I mean, she was different." I wanted to tell him about everything that had happened since the day I made TJ put his clothes into the washer. About how I had realized just how much I had missed the love and touch of a man. How empty I felt without a cock inside me. But I knew, even if he could get passed the fact that I was fucking my own son, he would not- could not- get passed the fact that I was fucking his. "What about you? Obviously, you traded cock for a pussy, huh?" Matty laughed. "Naw. Derek's mom and I, we're just friends. Don't get me wrong, I care about her and shit, but, not in the `I wanna settle down with a wife' kinda way. No, in fact, she's as gay as I am." Well, there it was. The first time I had ever heard him come out and actually say the words that he was gay. I wondered what this would mean for us. Would he want to rekindle what we had had so long ago? "See," he continued, "one night, we were hanging out, got a little tipsy. We both knew the other was gay, but, there was a curiosity between us. She hadn't seen a cock in real life, only in pictures. I had only played around with pussies, but... Well, we decided to see what it would be like. Next thing I know, she's pregnant." "Wow, so does Derek know?" "No, we always just told him that we cared for each other, but it just didn't work out, us being married. He has no idea that his old man is a cock rider." I laughed. Same old Matty, just as blunt as ever. "Do you miss it?" he asked, suddenly serious. "You know, what we used to do?" "Yes," I heard myself breathe. We sat there looking at each other and I began to feel the same old feelings. The lightheadedness, the rapid pulse, the hardening of my dick. Matty set down what was left of his beer, rose up from the chair, and came to sit next to me on the couch. When he walked over, I saw that he was definitely sporting a hard-on. He reached out his hand, touching my face. He leaned in, and our lips met. In an instant, all the years had slipped away, and I found myself back to my teenage days, young, horny, and desperate for my best friend. Matty pushed forward, forcing me to lean back on the couch. I felt the weight of him on top of me and it felt right, familiar. He began to grind himself into me, all the while kissing me, our mouths hungry for each other. I felt his hand slide down my body and begin to pull my t-shirt up, exposing my bare chest. We stopped kissing just long enough for him to lift the shirt above my head. As my arms were raised, he thrust he face into my right armpit. He was busily wetting the hair in my pit with his spit while I humped his groin and began to untuck his shirt with my free hand. Feeling what I was doing, Matty sat back and yanked his shirt and t-shirt over his head, popping a button in the process. He had a nice mat of reddish hair that went from his armpits, down his chest and stomach, disappearing into his waistband. The last time I had seen him naked, he was nearly as smooth as the two teenage boys that had graced my bed. He began to hurriedly try to unfasten his pants. It was obvious that he was too anxious, as he began to fumble with the button. I reached up and gently moved his hands, and began to undo the button. I could see his chest rising and falling and knew that he was breathing hard. The outline of his cock was straining against the denim. I gently slid down the zipper, making sure to press against the shaft of his dick as I did. He pressed harder into my hand as it moved and I knew he was anxious to cum. Matty leaned forward, placing his hands on the couch behind me, raising the lower half of his body. I pushed down his pants and boxer briefs, exposing the cock that had given me so much pleasure so many years ago. His cut cock was just as wonderful as I remembered, but the bush surrounding it seemed to have blossomed into a darker red, almost flame-like. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the term "burning bush" rose forth. I chuckled to myself. "What? Does my dick amuse you?" "No, it excites me!" I grabbed his dick in my hand and began to pump it. It was already leaking cum, making it easier for my hand to slide up and down the rock hard shaft. Matty began to fuck my hand and I heard him moan softly. "No, not yet," I said. "I want to cum with you." Matty leaned down and kissed me passionately. He stood up and stepped out of his pants and underwear, finally giving me a full view of the body that I had fucked as a teen, and would now fuck as a man. He was a typical ginger, with freckles dotting his pale skin, the red hair of his body a bright contrast to the rest of him. His ball-sack was tight against his body, but I could still make out the two orbs inside. Matty reached down and roughly pulled the sweatpants I was wearing off of me. I had no underwear on, preferring to go `commando', so in a matter of seconds, I laid there completely naked, my cock pointing straight at the ceiling. Matty practically dove between my legs and devoured my dick. The first time I had sucked 17 year-old Matty, he told me to be careful of the teeth. Now, older, wiser, more experienced, he was using his teeth to push me over the edge. I could feel his teeth scraping against my cock as he rammed it down his throat, hard enough that it shot electricity through me, but not so hard that it hurt. "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum!" I breathed. Matty stopped sucking my dick and laid back down on top of me. I could feel the hair on his chest softly on my own smooth chest. He wrapped his arms around my neck and began to kiss me, hard, passionately. Our naked bodies met at every point: mouth to mouth, nipples to nipples, cock to cock. I reached down and ran my finger down the crack of his bare ass. I could feel the smooth fuzz covering it, exciting me even more. We humped in rhythm, our cocks, dripping and wet with pre-cum, sliding over each other easily. I could feel the pressure building in my cock. I began to moan, widening my legs as I neared climax. I knew Matty was close, too, by the way he pushed harder against me. Matty groaned, I groaned. Matty pushed his nude, sweaty body against my nude, sweaty body. My hands clenched his ass cheeks, his hands clenched the back of my neck. Finally, we both let out a primal grunt as our cocks exploded onto each other. Once, twice, three times. I couldn't tell where my cum ended and beautiful Matty's began. I could feel the hot goo spreading around our stomachs as we continued to fuck each other's cocks. Finally, spent, Matty collapsed down onto me. His breathing was hard and hot against my neck, and excited me to no end. I wrapped my arms around Matty, pulling him closer into me, kissing him passionately. It was then I heard three things: "I love you." "Way to go, Dad!" "Holy shit! What the fuck, Dad?" The first was Matty, uttered lovingly. The second was TJ, spoken happily. The third was Derek, shouted in shock.