Date: Thu, 25 Jun 2015 05:04:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Bjork Nut Subject: Mid-Life Discovery pt 4 Disclaimer: Copyright (c) 2015. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission of the author. Author encourages safe and sane sexual behavior. Author cannot be held responsible for accidents or injuries or any other misfortunes that result from proper or improper application of the information contained in this story. This story is meant to be a masturbatory aid only. Any similarity between people and places in this story and any real people and places is purely coincidental. Despite the terms such as "boy" or "son", all characters in this fiction are just that, fictional, and as such, do not exist in any reality or corporeal form, but if it makes you feel better then, yes, they are of legal age and enter into their activities consensually. If this type of material is illegal in your location please be smart and go somewhere else, same applies if you are under the legal requirement to access this type of fiction. Thanks to Nifty for providing the public with this archive. Please consider donating to allow this resource to continue. Feedback is welcome, flames will be ignored. If you'd care to see what inspires the stories and sex scenes join me at bjorknut.tumbler.com **************************************************************************** Mid-Life Discovery pt. 4 As I drove into work on the day of my son's 16th birthday I wondered how I would make it special one for him. In the past couple of weeks our relationship had gone through a subtle change. The most overt sign of our new dynamic was him moving into the master bedroom. We shared a bed officially now every night, and, while every night was not filled with debauched sex, it was a sublime comfort to me to be able to snuggle up to my beautiful son every evening. My son had begun his junior year in high school and his days were now filled with school, sports and socializing. Luckily his birthday fell on a Friday this year so I had the chance to make it a special birthday weekend if I could only decide on what to get him. I ran through the mental list of items I could get him, but, most seemed trite and common. A car would be the expected thing to get him, but, there would be no surprise there as I had already hinted that I would be getting him a car so that he could have more freedom and get himself to and from practice. As I pulled into the hospital parking structure, I spotted Eric walking down the ramp. I honked and waved at him, his smile brightening up his face. We had finally resumed our workouts together and the young man was starting to come along. Our mutual flirting was becoming more overt at the gym, but, we had yet to reprise our earlier incident. Luckily, the rollout of our new wellness initiative went over well and more and more of the office staff were working out, so, seeing Eric and I with gym bags leaving together didn't raise eyebrows. As I pulled into my spot in the garage, I still hadn't made up my mind on what to do regarding Roderick's birthday, I was broken out of my thoughts by my cell phone ringing. Answering the call, I was surprised to find it was from my late wife's lawyers office. Pleasantries exchanged, they informed me that they would like to connect with my son as soon as possible as he had been named sole heir of my wife's estate. I chuckled thinking what more could she have that I hadn't provided for her, and, was stunned to be informed that my wife, herself, had been in receipt of a trust as a result of an inheritance. The news caught me by surprise since in all our time together my wife had never mentioned a trust fund, or, anything of that matter. As the shock faded away, it was replaced by anger, that she could have held this type of information. The lawyers asked if they could connect with Roderick this afternoon so that they could go over the will and the necessary paperwork to ensure a smooth transition of his inheritance. I told them I would take him to their office's after he got out of school. I texted my son to let him know, and, that I would be picking him up from school. As usual, my day was a flurry of activity and busy work. I gathered my items around 3pm and headed out to pick up my son. I had Eric transfer any important calls to my cell and anything that wasn't a priority could wait until Monday. As I made my way down to my car I realized I still hadn't made plans for my son's birthday. Damn! I thought. Driving to my son's school, I got a shot of inspiration and began making the calls to set make his birthday a memorable one. I finished all the arrangements as I pulled up to the school. I picked up my son and we made our way to the lawyer's office. Their offices were located Downtown not far from the Hospital in which I worked. We were ushered into a comfortably appointed conference room, a few minutes later we were joined by two lawyers. The men sat opposite us on the table, pleasantries exchanged, the opened their portfolios and proceeded to read my late wife's will to us. As I had been informed earlier, my son was named sole inheritor of her estate. As the men made their way down the list of my wife's holding I was completely surprised that she had quite a substantial net worth. Along with the trust that had been left to her, she had several investments and properties. My son was now the wealthiest 16 year old that I knew. Not that I knew very many, however, as my wife stipulated in her will, my son would receive a small monthly allowance from the trust until he came of age at 21 at which point he would receive the bulk. My son was shocked at his windfall. Being that he was still underaged I signed much of the paperwork for him, the firm would continue to manage the trust until otherwise indicated, but, they had done a good enough job of it so I felt there was no need to change it. Handshakes exchanged, Roderick and I exited their offices. "Well, kiddo, since you're a millionaire, maybe dinner should be on you," I said to him. "Haha, dad," he said, "They said the check was in the mail, remember, so technically, I'm still poor." I laughed, tousling his hair as we got to the car. From there we proceeded to the dinner reservation I had made. My son was a fan of sushi and I made reservations at one of the best sushi houses in the city. The place was all the rage right now amongst foodies and hipsters. The restaurant was crowded as we walked in. We made our way through a good portion of the menu, sampling their rolls and sashimi, Roderick was excited to eat here and it was instantly his new favorite sushi place. From dinner we made our way to Roderick's favorite department store. I had made arrangements for a personal shopper service and my son would be receiving VIP treatment. Entering the store we were greeted by a very handsome young man who would be helping us out. Nathan, walked us through the store and up to the private rooms that were reserved for these kind of services. I noticed that Roderick seemed especially animated around Nathan, feeling a slight pang of jealousy at seeing their flirtatious manner. I relaxed, as my son and Nathan discussed and tried on clothing. My only stipulation was that of all his selections he had to have at least one suit. I tried not to watch as Nathan's hands slid across my son's body, patting and smoothing the clothes my son was trying on. My son was a vision in his charcoal grey Hugo Boss suit. My cock began to respond, chubbing up in my slacks, I shifted in my seat so as not to have it be obvious. Once he had picked out his new wardrobe, even going as far as indulging him with several pairs of new shoes, we walked out of the store, my bank account several thousand dollars smaller. We strolled leisurely through the streets of downtown making our way back to the car. Roderick thanked me for giving him such a great birthday treat. I looked at my handsome son and told him his birthday wasn't over yet. I drove us home, so that I could give Roderick his final gift. Once home we went up to the bedroom to put his clothes away. I went into his bathroom, which, still had a lot of his mother's touches in it. Lighting the candles in the bathroom I proceeded to draw a bubble bath in the large sunken tub. I went over to my dresser and took out his final gift. My son was lounging on the bed as I walked over to him, kissing him, I whispered, "Happy Birthday," and gave him a small gift wrapped box. My son gave me a huge smile and a kiss as he took the box from my hands, unwrapping the box, his smile turned devilish as he pulled out the black see-through mesh tank top I had gotten him and the matching brief. "Should I try them on," Roderick said looking up at me. I caressed his cheek, "Not yet," I said pulling him off the bed and towards the bathroom. I kissed my son, running my tongue against his pillow soft lips, taking the bottom one and sucking on it as my hands moved down to the waistband of his school uniform. I unbuttoned the khaki slacks he wore and slid the zipper down until his pants came down in a pool of fabric around his ankles. He wore a Black Jockey thong underneath, the pouch jutted out obscenely from his body. I ran my palm against the bulge and I felt Roderick shudder against me. Pushing my tongue into his mouth I dueled with his, sucking on it as I allowed it to enter my mouth. I felt his hands, move towards my pants, but, I batted them away, "No," I said, "Tonight is all about you." His hands moved up to my face and he pulled me down into a passionate kiss. My hands slid beneath his polo and made their way over his abs and chest. I pulled my lips away from his and bent down to take one of his exposed nipples into my mouth, my son gasping at the sensation. His nipple hardened under my tongue as I ran it around his nub, and, licking at his areola. Flicking my tongue against his nipple, he gasped and sighed, his sounds were music to my ears. Pushing his shirt up and off of him, I placed my mouth on his neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. Suckling on his sensitive neck, running my hand's over his hardening body inflamed me. I decided to mark him as mine, so, as I licked at his sensitive neck I sucked and bit hard against him giving him what would surely become a noticeable hickey. I savored his gasp. Leaving his neck, I knelt down in front of him and leaned in to smell his crotch, I ran my tongue against the outline of his cotton clothed cock. I grabbed his left leg behind the knee and moved it out of his school slacks, repeating the process with his right leg, I pushed the pants away so that my son stood before me in only his socks and thong. He was a vision. I slowly peeled the dress sock down his calf and off his beautifully formed foot. I massaged the arch a little before bending down to along his ankle, with my tongue I licked at his arch. Gently placing his leg back down, I repeated myself on his other leg. Now clad only in his thong, my son quivered with anticipation before me. Still kneeling, I moved him closer to the bath and made him face the tub. His beautiful, round buttocks were on display to me. I leaned forward and ran my tongue down the black strip of fabric that separated my son's ass. Relishing the flavor and aroma it contained. My son gasped and bent forward at the waist, bracing himself on the tub's edge. This act allowed me greater access at the fabric that I licked and chewed. Having my fill for the moment, I placed my hands on his buttocks and caressed them. Sliding my hands up his globes, I ran my fingers under the waistband of his thong and slid it down his body. His puckered asshole was now exposed to me. The beautiful, rosy, hole winked at me with anticipation. Extending my tongue I formed it into a lance and flung it at his target. Making contact with the warm moist hole we both gasped, my hot breath causing him to shiver and moan with delight. His ass was wonderfully delicious. Hints of nutmeg, peaches and musk exploded in my nose and mouth. My tongue dug its way into his tunnel like an archeologist looking for lost treasure. I slid out of his ass and down to his taint and then lapped at his balls. Above me Roderick cried out in pleasure. Reluctantly pulling off him, I stood behind him and then gently guided him into the tub. "Time for your bath, baby boy," I whispered in his ear as he stepped into the tub. I had Roderick lay back in the tub, grabbed a wash cloth and bathed him like I had when he was little. I slowly and meticulously made my way through my son's body, paying special attention to his special areas. "Oh, daddy," he said, "That feel's so good," as I used the washcloth to clean his cock and balls. "We need to make sure my guy is clean for his special night." I baby talked to him. My son splashed water at me in response, soaking my dress shirt only slightly. I leaned in and mouthed his earlobe before I said, "Looks like someone is trying to get a spanking." "Sorry, daddy," my son said, "I promise to be a good boy," As I finished up his bath I had him stand and I toweled him off, enveloping him in a plush oversized bath towel and brought him into a bear of a hug. We moved back to the bedroom where I started the fireplace and continued to towel him off. I grabbed his lingerie from the bed and moved to dress him, but, Roderick stopped me, "No, it's my turn now he said," He took the tank top and brief from my hand and slipped them on, then he pushed me down on the large ottoman that sat before the fireplace. Stepping in between my legs he began to swivel his hips and dance for me. He moved sensually, erotically, over me dancing to the music in his head, his body, backlit by the fire, glowed and shined in the low light. My boy fingered my silk tie, pulling at the knot to loosen it. The tie slid off my shirt, my son dropping it on the floor, his hands smoothed my rumpled dress shirt, I could feel his heat through the cotton of the shirt. One by one he unbuttoned my shirt. Pushing my shirt open, it clung precariously at my shoulders, straddling my legs, my son ground his cock against mine, his hands running across my pecs. His fingers teasing my nipples. I moved to kiss him, but, he moved his body in a way, that made me gasp and only managed to reach his neck. I licked at salty, sensitive skin tasting the clean lingering scent of the soap I had just washed him with. My hands slid across his mesh covered body, the fabric felt cool and silky beneath my touch. My son moved his body up and down against me, his motions succeeded in pulling out my shirt from my pants; with my shirt completely open now he brought his mouth to my nipple, teasing and sucking at it. I could feel my balls beginning to churn in anticipation of the explosion to come. Stepping away from me, my dancing boy, stood up and turned around, giving me a glimpse of his shapely ass. His muscles seemed new to me, covered as they were in the silky mesh material. I ran my hands along his back, feeling the peaks and valleys contained there. Moving along the sensual fabric I caressed and followed the round of his ass. Bending at the waist he presented his ass to me. Emboldened, I grabbed his hips and brought him down against me. On my lap, my boy, ground his ass onto my shaft. I moved my hands around to reach for his cock, but, once again, be batted my hands away. Snapping his hips against me, he was effectively jerking me off with his glutes. I gasped in pleasure, and, then, just as suddenly as he started, he stopped. He stepped away, out of reach, he grasped his tank top by the hem and slowly raised it up and over him. Standing before me in just his see-through briefs, his cock engorged, filled me with lust. He moved back towards me and slowly, gently, erotically sank to his knees. Placing his hands authoritatively on my knees he forced my thighs apart. He ran his up my thighs, I panted in desire as he closed in on my crotch. His slender fingers gripped the clasp of my slacks, unfastening it, he brought his lips and gently kissed my erection through my slacks. My cock was leaking rampantly at this point and a small damp circle appeared at my crotch. My son's tongue lapped at it, then gripping the zipper tab with his teeth he pulled it down allowing my pants to open wider to his ministrations. Seeing him at my crotch with my zipper in his teeth nearly caused me to explode, my sweet boy was a vision of unrepentant lasciviousness. My turgid cock strained and stretched at the fabric of my briefs. My son moved back into my valley and ran his tongue along my cock, mouthing it, licking it. His beautiful green eyes locked onto mine as the tip of his tongue danced around my balls. My sweet boy backed away again, his teasing inflaming me to my limits, grabbing my hand and pulling me up with him, he stripped me of my clothing until I stood before him in only my black N2N briefs and my dress socks. Unable to contain myself any longer, I grabbed him by his growing biceps and pulled him roughly towards me. I kissed him with a savage passion, my tongue, teeth and lips assaulted his. He sighed and gasped, quivering beneath my touch. Swept up in a whirlwind of passion and emotion, I swept him up and carried him to our bed as if he were a doll. He whimpered with surprise, but, his lips never left mine. On his back, I placed him in our bed, my hands roamed over his body, tracing the peaks and valleys that it contained. Tanned skin and black briefs stood in stark contrast against the white duvet that covered our bed. Running my hands over his hips and down his legs, I spread him open, to get at the sweet fruit resting in precious valley. Splayed out beneath me, my son, arched his back in enticement as he came up onto his elbows. Chest heaving with anticipation, his swollen cock straining the mesh of his briefs. Overwhelmed with lust I grabbed at his briefs and tore them off him, his cock springing forth in response. The beautiful shaft, slick and shiny, glistened in the low light, coated as it was with his dick honey. His scent filled the air between us, driving me wild, compelled, I took his cock into my mouth and licked at it as if it were the last lollipop left on Earth. Rising, I let his cock go, stepping back I removed my briefs and unleashed my leaking cock. I grabbed it, feeling it throb beneath my hand, and, pumped it releasing more of my own sap. Smearing it around my cock and hand, I moved up onto the bed and over my handsome child. I entered him with two pre-cum smeared fingers as I dipped down and kissed him. He moaned in wanton lust in my mouth, his legs spreading wider to give me more access to his puckered entrance. My fingers could have melted from the heat my boy was putting out. His warm, moist tunnel stretched and clung to my fingers as they twisted and turned in him. Rubbing his prostate he gasped and cried out beneath me, `Oh, daddy," he panted as I grazed across his love nut. His eyes rolling up in his head as I drove my fingers all the way to the last knuckle. "Oh my God!" he shouted out as fucked him with my fingers, his thighs began to quiver as he strained to keep his legs in the air. I spit onto his asshole to give us more lube, and, inserted my ring finger along with the other two. Arching his back, he grabbed a pillow and screamed into it as my third finger stretched him out and drove him to paradise. In an effort to relieve his trembling legs, I guided his legs to my hips, getting the hint, he proceeded to rest his heels on the dimples of my ass. My boy was near explosion, I could see the flush beginning to creep up his tanned skin. I continued my assault on his ass with my three fingers, when a wicked thought crossed my head. Knowing that my son was up for new challenges, I drooled more saliva onto his ass, the squelching noise it made drove me wild. I inserted my pinky into his ass. His eyes rounded in surprise, as his velvety hole accommodated another intruder. I had four fingers sawing in and out of my son's ass. His gasps and moans drove me wild. His cock visibly pulsed as it pumped out pre-cum steadily now. His pubes and abs, slick and shiny, as a result. Biting the pillow, my son, howled into it with joy. My fingers were pushing him to the edge, but, I didn't want him to cum just yet, so, slowly I withdrew my fingers one at a time. Sitting back on my haunches I gave us both a reprieve from all the stimulation. Reaching over to the bedside table I grabbed the tub of vaseline that was stored there. I scooped a large dollop of jelly and coated his beautiful hole, pushing into his tunnel, my fingers sliding in and out of his rosy pucker. My boy, in full heat, pushed himself back onto my fingers. I loved to see his back arch, the curve of his chest and abs glistened with sweat in the low light. Roderick was splayed out before me, his feet resting on the bed, arching his back, resting on his elbows, head lolled back as he sunk into the pleasure of the experience. Pumping four fingers back into him he mewled and gasped, his whimpers brought out the animal in me. Adding more jelly to my hand, I began to push my thumb into his ass. Roderick gasped and trembled before me as I slowly began to insert my entire hand into his tunnel. "Oh my god...oh my god...oh my god," Roderick cried out as my hand disappeared into his tunnel. What a site it was, my hand buried in him his puckered hole tight against my wrist, Roderick was like a living glove on my hand. Inside him my fingers scraped along his tunnel walls, his heat would have scalded my hand if it could have. I twisted my hand and flexed my fingers seeking his love nut. Roderick had been overstimulated to the point of no return, my fingers probing his hole, caused him to explode all over us. Like a geyser full of cum, he burst all over his abs and chest, pools forming in the valley's of his torso. Despite Roderick cumming, I wasn't done with him yet, keeping my hand in his ass, I slowly continued to flex my fingers, Roderick squirmed and moaned, until I was able to form a fist in his ass. He panted, slack-jawed. Slowly I began punching my fist into his velvet tunnel. Flat on his back and driven crazy with desire, Roderick ran his hands over his torso, rubbing his cum into him and raised his legs jerking them back and forth in mid-air, as if trying to run away from the sensations. "Aaaahhhhhh," he cried out, shooting up from the bed he grabbed at my neck to bring me into a hug. He trembled against me as my fist still filled him. I gave my boy soothing kisses to bring him back down to Earth. His breathing slowed and the trembling slowed to occasional shivers. As I felt him begin to calm down, I gave him one more light tap, punching into his love nut. He released a strangled cry and erupted cum all over both of us. I felt him slump against me, he was thoroughly spent. He cried and quivered against me as I uncurled my hand in him and slowly began to slide it out. His mewling making my cock leak. Sliding my slicked hand completely out of him, I pushed him back onto the bed so I could see his beautiful rosebud close back up. His hole was angry looking and red, shades of purple were beginning to form at its edges. The site was unadulterated debauchery. I could see up into him, his crimson tunnel, a heavenly abyss that his pearly gate was beginning to seal back up. I hesitated for a second, considering if I should let him rest or get off, but, my lust and desire won out, before the ring fully puckered back up, I stroked my cock with my slick hand. The hand that had been in him, the hand that was covered with petroleum jelly and his ass juice. Making my cock a shiny torpedo, I launched my charge into his hole. My son, completely spent, could not even muster the energy to scream out. He arched his back and rolled his eyes back into his head. Pumping my cock into him, my hips slapped against his ass, the noise of flesh against flesh filling the room. I grabbed him by his thighs and dragged him to the edge of the bed, where I began to pummel his ass with full force. My cock driving in and out of him dragging across his prostate with every thrust. In... Scrape... Scrape... Out... In... Scrape... Scrape... Out... My beautiful boy was mewled and whimpered under my assault. His tunnel was sucked and rippled along my shaft. My son was using the last bit of strength he had to give me a memorable ride. His tunnel was rippling and contracting against me seeking to bring me off, and, it was working. I started long dicking my boy ass, pulling my cock all the way out before plunging back in. My balls churning as cum began to travel to the cannon that was my dick. I wanted to cum in my boy's ass so I dove back into him and jack-rabbited into him with short powerful thrusts. My son's throat could no longer form words so he simply sighed at the new assault. "Oh yeah, baby boy," I cried out as my cum began coursing through me, "Oh fuck...here it comes...take my cum, baby boy.' "FUCK!" I roared as my dick swelled and cum exploded out and flooded my boy's ass. Wave after wave, spurt after spurt, my cock dumped cum into his warm tunnel. My body wracked with convulsions as I drained myself into him. I was glad that my boy's ass was not a pussy because with the amount of cum I deposited he would have definitely been impregnated that night. Once drained, I grabbed him by his arms and pulled him up, my cock deflated slowly and slid out, causing my cum to come oozing out of his ass and onto the bedspread. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him. "Happy Birthday, son."