Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2015 18:09:17 +0000 (UTC) From: bro.yobro@yahoo.com Subject: Mid-Life Discovery pt 7 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" "kid" 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 **************************************************************************** Author's Note: If you are interested, the soundtrack to this chapter was A Posteriori by Enigma. Enjoy! **************************************************************************** Mid-Life Discovery pt. 7 The day was crisp, alerting you to the upcoming change of season. In the dappled sunlight, I watched my son run across the pitch. His legs pumping as he kicked the ball before him. He looked around for an opening. In this moment his body was the ultimate soccer playing machine. The human body was astonishingly complex, everything had to work in tandem and automatically to make it function, countless calculations and corrections had to be made so that my son's activities, or your's for that matter, were executed fluidly. I watched him intently, his muscles stiffening and contracting. Adjusting to the terrain and to those around him. In my mind I secretly wished his team would play in the nude so that all those glorious muscles and their mechanics could be on display. But, for now, my imagination would have to work. Although in the case of Roderick, I had quite an intimate knowledge of those muscles. He spotted an opening and like hunter after it's prey he struck. He kicked the ball forward with lightning speed, chasing after it, blocking it from his opponents and then when he felt he was ready, he delivered the killing blow. Roderick's foot made contact with the ball with a solid thwack that could be heard in the bleachers. The ball sailed through the air like a heat-seeking missile locked onto it's target. A collective gasp could be heard around me as all eyes focused on the ball's trajectory. The goalie tried his best to guess where the ball would go, jumping forward arms extended, he hoped to tip the ball out of the way. Unfortunately, he was a split second too late. The ball sailed between his outstretched arms before hooking back and into the net. My son had delivered a solid goal for his school team. Suddenly, the bleachers exploded in a cacophony of cheers and screams. My son's elation was a bit more subdued, a simple fist pump sufficed before he was surrounded by his teammates. The referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match. My heart swelled with pride for my son, knowing he had scored the winning goal. My boy was blossoming into quite the sportsman. It seems as if almost overnight my son had transformed, it seemed that somewhere between his birthday and now close to the end of the year he had grown several inches. The top of his head was reaching the bottom of my chin, and, the clothes that I had bought for his birthday no longer fit quite as well. I was faced with the prospect of clothing adequately once again, or, letting him go naked. At the moment letting him go naked seemed the most appealing option. I chuckled at the thought. I watched the team walk off the field, Roderick, scanned the crowd and spotted me. He grinned from ear to ear as he saw me, whipping off his shirt, he winked at me. My son was quite the tease. My eyes raked over his naked torso as it walked away to the team's locker room. His muscles seemed more defined and swollen. His workouts were paying off and he had decided to stick with the crew team. He had managed to make the varsity team for both sports as a junior so his schedule was quite busy these days. Our home life had fallen into a quiet routine. He had moved into my bedroom, and, while he still kept "his room" it was more for show whenever his friends came over. Which lately had become more and more. Several of his teammates on both the crew and soccer teams had discovered our home gym set-up and had been coming over to hang out with Roderick, but, also to work out in our facility. I bit my lower lip as I recalled fond memories of fucking Billy in our gym. The boy was a frequent guest and we had repeated our workout sessions from time to time. Billy was turning into a verifiable cock hound, and, he couldn't get enough of my daddy dick. Luckily though he had met someone closer to his own age, he told me as much after our last fuck, I think he thought I might get jealous, as my reaction to his news was not quite what he expected. But, I like to think that I let him down gently. I let him know that I was very happy for him and that he should move on and explore the world, but, if he ever felt the need to "workout" than I was more than happy to oblige if my schedule allowed. I could sense a sadness in him as we made our way through the rest of our workout. I let Roderick know so that he could reach out to him and provide a shoulder if necessary, since we kept no secrets from each other. Roderick himself from time to time would let me know about his various high school trysts. None of them were ever serious enough to threaten what had developed between us, but, I too recognized that he was a growing boy who might not forever be in love with his daddy. I made my way down the bleachers and out towards the parking lot. My phone buzzed in my pocket alerting me to a call, I picked up the phone and saw that it was the car dealership that I had been speaking to. I had decided to get Roderick his own car, since he had been doing well in school and had recently gotten his driving permit. The dealership was calling to confirm our appointment tonight, I confirmed with them that I still planned on showing up. I let them know that I was waiting for my son as his game had just finished and that I hoped to be there in about an hour or so. I hung up with the dealership as I made it to my Audi, slipping inside I sent Roderick a quick text to let him know I was waiting on him. 15 minutes later, Roderick and I were pulling out of the parking lot and heading off towards the city. "Umm, dad, this isn't the way home," Roderick said as made our way onto the freeway. "Well, that's because we aren't going home right now son." I said merging onto the freeway. "I have a surprise for you." Roderick flashed me a million dollar smile, I suspected he knew it might be a car, but, I didn't give him any indication as to what it might be. "Just a little something to say how proud I am of you," I continued, placing my hand on his upper thigh and massaging his muscle there. Roderick placed his hand over mine and drew it towards his polyester covered crotch. I could feel his dick begin to grow as I kneaded the fabric and flesh beneath. A few minutes later we were wending our way through downtown traffic as I drove towards the auto dealership where I would be getting Roderick his car. As we pulled into the parking area, Roderick's eyes light up with surprise and amazement. "No way, dad!" He exclaimed, "A car! Oh my god! You're the best!" As I powered down my car, I smiled, "Well son, you've been a good student, an outstanding athlete and the best son a father can hope for, so I think you deserve a little reward." I said "But, listen carefully," I continued, "A car is a very serious responsibility, I expect you to keep your grades up and continue excelling at sports. Also, don't go crazy, any accidents, tickets, gas and insurance will be coming out of your pocket. Understand." "Yes, sir," he said happily. We exited the car and made our way to the dealer, I placed a hand around his shoulders and pulled him in, "I love you, son," I whispered in his ear. His smile said everything else. We made our way inside and viewed the luxury cars on display in the showroom. Yes, I know that starting my son off with a luxury car may be the best way to go, but, so far he has proved to be a good kid and since we have the means why not splurge on him. Roderick's eyes were as wide as saucers as he walked up and down the Mercedes SL Roadster. I chuckled, typical teenager attracted to flash and speed. The dealer came up and introduced himself, once pleasantries were exchanged we got down to business. I let him know that the car would be for my son, and, I would be letting him choose whatever he liked within reason. Kurt, the dealer, chuckled and said he completely understood. We turned to look at my son who was now eyeing a new Audi R8 Spyder. "Looks like your boy may have expensive tastes," Kurt said, we both chuckled and I called Roderick over to introduce him to the salesman. Roderick greeted Kurt warmly, he was still quite overwhelmed at his gift. I interjected that a gift today was most certainly appropriate as he had scored the winning goal during his soccer match and would certainly help his school advance in their standings. "Well done, son," Kurt said as he patted Roderick on the shoulder, his hand lingered there before sliding off and along his arm. "So, see anything you like out there." he asked. Roderick smiled and said, "Yes, but, nothing that really calls to me yet." Kurt and Roderick began to walk around the display models while I hung back and watched them interact. The dealership had a few models on display, but, since they were a small, luxury dealer, most of their stock would need to be custom ordered for their clients if the floor model wasn't what they were looking for, or, if it wasn't in their limited stock. It seemed that Roderick was still unsure of what he wanted, but, he definitely had something in mind as they kept circling the Audi's. The Spyder certainly was an eye pleaser, but, I hoped that Roderick would pick a more practical car. I walked over to them, I noticed as I came up to them that Kurt had his hand on Roderick's back as my boy was bent over looking into the Spyder's cabin. Upon my approach, Kurt promptly removed his hand hoping I wouldn't see. His action caused Roderick to turn and look at us, he gave me a knowing smile and I began to wonder if my son wasn't encouraging the behavior. Afterall, from the way Roderick was bent over the car, you could see that his shirt had ridden up, exposing the small of his back and showing to anyone looking that he was wearing a jockstrap underneath his track pants. "Will this be able to fit all your gear, son." I asked, hopefully getting him to steer away from a sports car, "After all, you do have crew and soccer to think about." I could tell that my son hadn't thought about those aspects as he somewhat dejectedly said, "Yeah, you're right. I may need more room." "Well if that's the case, we have some Range Rover's you might be interested in out back in our parking structure." Kurt said. My son chuckled at Kurt and said, "If it's a Range Rover, I know what I want. It has to be a matte gunmetal grey Sport with the red leather seats and a black/grey interior." Kurt laughed, "I like that, a man who know what he wants. Well kiddo, I may not have that exact one, but, I'm sure we could order something if you don't mind not driving away with something tonight." I could see the wheels on my son's head turning, should he wait or not. That seemed to be the question. "Well," My son finally said, "Let's see what you have." Kurt nodded and walked us back to their garage. We walked up a the ramp a few flights until we hit a line of meticulously detailed Range Rovers shining under the fluorescent glow of the overhead lights. Kurt walked us up to a black on black Range Rover Sport that he thought my son would like. Kurt got into the driver's side and started it up and pulled it forward so that my son could thoroughly inspect the vehicle. Roderick looked at the car and smiled. The black on black detailing was carried throughout the whole car. Inside black leather seats gave way to black carpeting and finishes. There were some grey textured areas that were made to look like metal, overall the Rover had a very industrial feeling that even appealed to me. I looked over at Roderick and I could see he had fallen in love with it. His eyes connected with mine and I just nodded. This was his car. "I'll take it!" Roderick informed Kurt excitedly. Kurt smiled and shook the Roderick's hand. Turning to me he said shall we talk numbers. I nodded and we proceeded to walk back to Kurt's office in the showroom. In his office we proceeded to discuss terms and conditions. I instructed Kurt that I had no intention of paying sticker price for the vehicle and was hoping that he could work with me. 45 minutes later Kurt and I emerged from his office and shook hands. He gave Roderick the keys to the Rover and said that he looked forward to working with us in the future. As we walked out of the dealership, Roderick gave me a big hug and said, "Thanks, Dad!" "No problem kiddo," I said back to him as I hugged him close, "Now, I want you to drive straight home and drive carefully." Roderick smiled and nodded as he jumped into his new car. He spent a few minutes familiarizing himself with all the buttons and levers and then eased the car out into the evening Seattle traffic. I followed shortly afterwards. On the drive home I turned introspective once again. I felt it was time to make some additional changes, firstly, I pondered on selling our house. The house was massive for just Roderick and I, between the maid, gardener and utility bills the upkeep was getting pretty high. But, I wasn't too keen on disrupting school activities. Luckily, Roderick attended private school so moving to the city or within the suburbs wouldn't be too much of a problem since he would still be able to attend school, it might be a different story if he went to public school. But, I had been wanting to change our scenery for a while. The house was a reminder of my dysfunctional past, most of the furnishings and design had been my wife's style and not mine. I preferred the clean simple lines of modern design, or, a more art's and crafts style. I figured I could start looking into new homes as soon as I got home. Something closer to work could be beneficial. Or, one of the modern condo towers that loomed over the downtown skyline. I decided I would need to discuss it with Roderick before I made any concrete decisions. I came to a stop alongside my son's Range Rover when I got home. I made my way into the house through the side entrance. My son was in the kitchen making us dinner. The site of him wearing only his jockstrap as he cooked caused my cock to go rock hard in my slacks. I set my briefcase down and walked up to him, my hand slid along his spine down to the valley of his buttocks. My finger circled and teased his hole. He gasped under my touch, but, didn't move away from what looked like a chicken stir-fry. "Dad, stop," He gasped again as my finger pushed into his rosebud ever so slightly. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Why don't you go change into something more comfortable." he said, half turning, he kissed me, he skimmed his tongue along my lips before he used it to open my mouth and duel with my tongue. "I'd rather eat this," I said, taking my finger out of his hole and slapping his ass lightly. He smirked and said, "You always told me no dessert before dinner." We kissed again and then I headed upstairs to change out of my suit. I stripped down to my briefs and looked through my underwear drawer to see what I could wear to entice my son. I had never been big on lingerie with my wife, but, with Roderick I found myself buying thongs and g-strings, and, other form fitting clothing to arouse us. I pulled out an army green mesh jockstrap and slid into it. I figured I would match my son since he was wearing a jockstrap. I grabbed one of my N2N Dream Robes and threw that on as well as I made my way back down to the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen I saw that my son was no longer there and it was dimly lit. I moved to the dining room and saw that my son had plated our dinner already. The dining room was also dimly light, Roderick had lit some candles around the room to create some mood lighting. As I made my way to the table I chuckled at the spread he had put out. "When did you have time to make egg rolls and wontons," I said, Roderick broke out a grin that stretched from ear to ear. "Guess I'm just a culinary genius, dad." he said. "Ha! More like the master of take-out." Roderick had picked us up some chinese food and his stir-fry job when I came home was just for show. He pulled out the dinner chair for me and I sat at the head of the table. Roderick took a seat next to me and we proceeded to eat and discuss the day. I congratulated him on the game and let him know that I was very proud of him. He said me being there to see his winning goal was special to him and he thanked me again for the car. The dinner felt different than our usual, this one felt like a date, and I found myself enjoying it very much. I began to wonder if there was someway I could take my son out on a date sometime. Maybe we could do a trip down to Portland, or, drive up to Bellingham, or even Vancouver and enjoy ourselves as Roderick and Forrester, instead of father and son. At one point during dinner Roderick took my hand in his and just held it. My cock hardened at his touch. This boy was definitely putting the moves on me. After we finished our meals, Roderick cleared the table, while I went and turned on the hot tub out back. I grabbed Roderick as soon as he was done with the plates and brought him out so that we could relax together in the hot tub. As we sunk into the hot swirling waters, I brought his face in towards mine and I kissed him deeply and passionately, my tongue probed his mouth and lips, before moving down to his neck. Roderick sighed under my kisses, I bit at his neck, but, was careful to not leave any telltale marks. It would be slightly awkward for him to explain marks on his neck since he wasn't outwardly dating anyone at the moment, or, at least that I knew of. My hands, underwater, slid along his body. Grabbing him by the hips I moved him over so that he straddled my legs as we continued our passionate kissing. In this position his ass was resting just above my mesh covered cock, I felt him slide up against it a couple of times. From his neck I moved my kisses down to his clavicle before moving down further along his pecs. I lapped at his nipples as I encountered them. Grabbing them between my teeth I nipped at them lightly and suckled them. Roderick was an explosion of gasps and groans. "Oh Daddy!" he panted as I continued my assault on his nipples. Meanwhile, his hands roamed my body as well, reaching behind him, he hooked his fingers on the side of my jock's pouch and moved the mesh away releasing my cock. Roderick continued to grind his ass against my cock, before pushing it in with his fingers. "Ah!" we both gasped. "Let's take this inside," I said to my beautiful boy, my head rested at the entrance of his tunnel and I didn't want to hurt him by pushing inside unlubed. I pulled him off me and got out of the hot tub. Steam came off us as our bodies made contact with the cool evening air. We both left our wet jocks on the floor by the tub. I grabbed Roderick and pulled him towards me, kissing him in the cool air, I bent down and grabbed him by the knees and scooped him up in my arms as I carried him into the house. My growing boy was getting heavy with his developing muscles, I would need to hit the weights a little harder if I wanted to keep carrying him when we fucked. As I entered the house I decided to take him into our massage room instead of our bedroom. I wanted to fuck him again where our journey together started. I layed him down on the massage table and grabbed the radio remote and turned on the music. Instantly our ears were greeted to the sensual strains of Enigma pumping out through the rooms speaker system. I grabbed the bottle of almond oil that I kept there and poured some onto my son's chest and then a some onto my hands. The oiled pooled in the valleys of his abs and ran down the sides of his pecs. I rubbed the oiled hands together before placing them on his torso. With broad sweeps I moved the almond oil around his chest and abs. My son gasped at my touch, his gaze was filled with lust as we locked eyes. My fingers fanned across his nipples, as my palms swept across his pecs. They felt hard yet yielding to my touch. I moved my strokes over his shoulders and biceps. My hands touched the delicate skin of his armpits, I stretched his arms over head and swept my hands down his sides, soothing his growing lats and obliques. "God," I said, looking down at the twin emerald pools that were his eyes, "You're beautiful." Roderick blushed beneath me at the compliment, I moved down and gently kissed my son's lips. Moving down to his legs, my strokes caused my son to gasp and sigh with relief as I did my best to remove the built up lactic acid. His powerful quad muscles quivered under my touch, his hardened cock bobbing in the air anticipating its turn. My boy's cock was shiny with pre-cum, a pearl clung to his tip, enticing me. I slowly leaned over, sticking my tongue out I lapped at the bead, tasting his sweet saltiness. I could feel my son's gaze bore into the side of my face, followed, by an explosive gasp as my tongue swabbed his sensitive glans as I lapped all traces of his dick honey. "Oh daddy!" Roderick gasped, "Please." I took his shaft into my mouth as I slowly descended his column. My tongue fluttering around his velvety hardness. My boy writhed in pleasure beneath me, his cock throbbing in my mouth, growing. I bobbed once, twice, three times along the length of his cock before pulling off and continuing his massage. His cock bobbed in the air angrily between us. I lifted my son's leg so I could work his calf and hamstrings. Using the palm of my hand I pressed downward along the back of his thighs, drawing a deep sigh from him as his muscles released. Reaching his buttocks I fanned my fingers around his muscular globe, once again he gasped in desire as my fingers rapped softly against his back door. His beautiful pink rosebud winked at me in welcome. I moved up onto the massage table, gently, as it creaked and groaned under my added weight. I bent my Roderick's legs at the knee and placed the soles of his feet against my shoulders, so as to give his quivering legs some relief. I continued my ministrations on the other leg before moving to the inside of his thighs. My strokes caused my son to arch his back in pleasure, one hand massaged his taint, while my fingers once again drummed a greeting against his rear entrance. His rosebud opened in welcome to my advancing digit. I inserted my index finger slowly, just the tip at first, before pulling it back out and caressing the sensitive skin there. My other hand continued to work his taint and balls. My beautiful boys stomach heaved and quivered, his breathing came shallow and fast, the room filled with his moans, gasps, and whimpers. My index finger plunged into his depth once again, this time to the second knuckle, Roderick gasped above me as I twisted my finger in his warm cave. It's enticing warmth, inviting and comforting, encouraged additional exploration, so, I sunk my finger further into his velvet tunnel. I wiggled and flexed my finger along his tunnel walls causing my boy to explode in gasps, his legs dropped from my shoulders, he flailed them in the air for an instant, before bringing them down to the table. "Please, daddy, please," he whimpered, his emerald eyes pleaded with me to release him from his torment. I withdrew my finger from his ass and sat back on my haunches. My eyes raked over my splayed boy's body. My hands moved in soothing motions against his quivering quads. I moved them lower, towards his hips, I pulled him towards me. Grabbing his legs at the knees I pushed them back towards his chest. I moved with them as I pushed them back so that I could once again kiss my Roderick's pillow soft lips. Our tongues dueled one another, urgently, hungrily. My throbbing cock, as if possessed by its own will, began to throb as it searched for the cave he called home. It danced along Roderick's exposed valley leaving a wet trail, until at last it found the cave opening. My cock slowly slid into my son's ass. Both of us moaned in desire. I dropped my head and licked at Roderick's neck as my cock continued its onward march. I felt Roderick's legs encircle my hips, his heels locking him in place. I knew I had fully entered my boy, when I felt his balls against my pubis. Beneath me my boy was silent in his ecstasy, in that moment, head thrown back in desire, mouth agape, he looked like a living doll. I moved my hips and began to drive into him. My churning cock, caused his trapped moans to escape forth. As my cock sawed in and out of his ass, Roderick caterwauled like a whore at her first gangbang. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy. His hands unsure of their role in our activities flailed about and roamed over my body. They tugged and pulled at my nipples, before deciding to caress my biceps or pecs instead. Finally, in the ultimate of lascivious displays my son gained control of his limbs by placing them behind his head, grabbing onto the tables head rest. This action had the effect of stretching my boy's torso, allowing my hand to roam the length of it. I fucked him faster. In... Out... In... Out... The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I looked down to see my son's hole wrapped around my cock, the site sent shivers down my spine as his ass looked like a welcoming pair of lips, puffy and red, around my cock. I site of it inflamed me. Drove me over the edge. I fucked my boy with gusto, Roderick groaned and gasped at my renewed assault. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "AAAAHHH!" "AAHH!" AH! Fuck Daddy!" Roderick cried out as his cock swelled and began to erupt cum hands free. My sons cum shot out with force. The first blast went past his head, whereas the second through fifth ropes of cum landed about his neck, chest and abs. I took in the debauched site, running my hands over his cum I scooped some up and ate it. His youthful cum renewed me. I continued my assault on Roderick's ass. Longstroking into his ass furiously, Roderick, completely spent could only lay there on the table and take it. With my hands I massaged the cum into his skin, the troughs his abs made allowed from some additional protein shots as I tried sucking them up. Finally, I could feel my own explosion coming. I felt an electric charge run the length of my spine and out through my cock. Plunging in and out of Roderick's ass, I let out a great roar, "AAAAAHHHH!" I blasted my cum deep into my boy's ass. I filled him to overflowing as my cum tried to seep out the sides of my cock. Completely spent, I lay myself gently on top of Roderick, I could feel his breath against my ear. "Thanks, daddy!" he whispered. ******************************************************************************************************** I woke up late the next day, stretching out in bed, I felt an empty spot where Roderick should have been. Sitting up, I figured he must have headed off to weekend practice, or, perhaps he was downstairs. Getting out of bed I slipped on some running shorts and my robe, and, headed down to the kitchen. The room my son would most likely be in. Walking into the kitchen I was surprised to not find him there, but, I did see a note he left on the kitchen island. Scanning it, he kindly informed me that he had headed off to practice and then would be hanging out with some of his friends and he probably would be back home late. I placed the note back on the counter and made myself some coffee. I grabbed my work phone which I had left charging in the kitchen and reviewed my calendar and emails. "Great, Nothing pressing," I said to an empty house. I grabbed my coffee and walked through the house to my office and decided to look at real estate listing to see what was out there. A couple of hours into my search later, I was surprised to find several choices that Roderick and I might enjoy, a few were even in the same community we lived in so those might prove the least disruptive to Roderick. I ended up emailing a couple of realtors to schedule appointments for them to come out and appraise my property to see how much I could get for it. I figured I wouldn't make any new purchase until I sold the place. As I was finishing up, I noticed an email had come in from my sister in England. I clicked it open and read it. She was sad to inform me that she wouldn't be able to host Roderick for Christmas break after all, as her husband had just received a new position that would require him to transfer to Australia and they would be using the holidays to go visit and look at places where they could live. We were more than welcome to use their homes in London and Brighton if we still wished to travel to England for the winter, but, she sadly would not be available. I wrote back a quick note to let her know that the change of plan was understandable and congratulated them on the move to Australia, perhaps we could visit them there once they had settled in. As I sent this off, one of the real estate agents had contacted me back to arrange a date and time, if today wasn't amenable. I decided to call her and let her know that I was open, she sounded lovely and energetic, and, agreed to meet me here in an hour or so. I turned off the computer and headed up to shower and change. I took advantage of this time to also check that there wasn't anything incriminating laying about. Luckily, the house, like me, was clean as a whistle. I was walking back downstairs when I heard the doorbell. I headed over to the door and opened it, on the other side stood a lovely, blonde, middle-aged woman. She introduced herself as Marie, the realtor, I spoke on the phone to. I let he into the house and she was immediately impressed. I gave her a tour of the place before we circled back to the living room to discuss. She assured me that she had no doubt my house would sell quickly and commented on the almost museum-like condition of the home. The master suite she stated would be the home's major selling point, followed by the kitchen. She thought we could easily get a 2 million for the house, I gave her my poker face, but, internally, I thought that was somewhat of a low price. She pulled out the paperwork to sign the seller agreement, but, instead I thanked her for her time and let her know that I was still interviewing agents and would be in touch. My cell phone began buzzing as I was walking back to my home office. The other realtor I had called was calling me to set up a time to view the house. I asked him if he was available now since my schedule was open at the moment and he said yes. He indicated that he could be here within a half-hour, I let him know that I would look forward to meeting him. In my office I logged back onto the internet to see what I could do about the tickets I had pre-purchased for Roderick's trip to my sisters. Luckily, I was able to get a credit for them, and, I began to look into booking us a getaway vacation. I was looking at hotels in various cities when the doorbell rang again. I opened the front door and caught my breath for a second, at my entrance stood a strikingly handsome man. He introduced himself as Luke, the man was looked like he just stepped off of a football field. About my height, 6'2" or so, blue eyes, blonde hair and chiseled looks. He was your quintessential All-American boy grown up into a man. I welcomed him into my home and gave him the tour. We chatted about life as well as the home. I found out Luke was in his early 30's and he had been in the real estate industry since he turned 19. An uncle, he mentioned, had taken him under his wing and showed him the ropes. I wondered, impurely, if that was all he showed him. Luke, like the other realtor, was impressed with the state and size of the house. He informed me that he specialized in luxury listings and that he may have a buyer or two that would like this home. He also suggested that I don't price too high so that the home doesn't sit on the market but, that we don't want to price it too low and give it away, so to speak. He suggested listing the house around 3.5 and go from there. Because of many of my home's unique features pricing it with the neighborhood comps might not do the home justice. As we entered the gym area, Luke let out a, "Wow! Nice setup!" His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. His hands slid across the padded seats and rests, before grazing over the various weights and plates. He walked to the wall that held my bodybuilding awards and trophies. He stared at several of my photos, before he turned around and said, "So you lift?" I smirked at him and noticed that his pants seemed to get a little snugger in the front. I chuckled and said, "Well, I dabble around a bit." He laughed. "What about you?" I asked him. "Yes, I'm actually training up for a competition coming up after the holidays." "Oh, very nice," I responded. From there we began to discuss everything bodybuilding. We covered diets, preferred exercises and lifts, posing routines and coaching. I discovered that this would be his first competition solo since his old training and competition buddy moved away. Luke asked if I would be interested in helping him out. I thought about his offer for a moment, before, I let him know that I would need to check my schedule, but, I didn't think it would be a problem, and, it could help me get back into competition form. We shook hands like old friends and decided to stay in touch. He added that the offer stood even if I didn't choose him to be the selling agent for his home. I let him know that no such thing would happen and that we could just sign the paperwork now so that he could start listing the place. "If the gym came with the house, I would be tempted to buy it," Luke said. "Well, I'm sure we can negotiate something," I responded, as we both laughed and signed the necessary paperwork. By the time Luke was pulling out of the drive I had also agreed to have him be my buying agent and he would begin sending me some listings once he got back to the office. By late afternoon I decided to go out and get a run. The day had gone from overcast to partly cloudy and there was a nice crisp chill in the air. I suited up with some running tights and a pullover and headed out onto the trail. My run had an energizing effect on me and I decided to do an extra lap on the park trail before heading back home. Midway through my second lap my phone started buzzing pulling it from my pocket, I saw that Roderick had texted me. I sent him a quick response that I was at the park running and planned to be home soon. I picked up my pace and started running back home. I was jogging up our drive when I noticed an older model blue Lexus parked behind Roderick's Rover, the car was unfamiliar, but, I figured it must be one of his friends. Walking into the house through the side entrance, I made my way to the kitchen where I found Roderick and one of his friends, I figured this is who the car belonged to. Smiling at them, I said, "Hey." "Hey Dad!" Roderick exclaimed as I walked in. I noticed his friend stand up from the chair he was sitting on. The boy was quite handsome, about my son's height brown hair and eyes, he looked Hispanic, a ready smile played along his lips. "This is Diego," my son said introducing his friend. "Hi Diego," I said to the boy as I reached out and offered him my hand to shake. Diego grasped my hand and gave it a good squeeze. I smiled welcomingly to him and then said, "What are you guys up to?" "We are waiting on Billy, he had to use the bathroom," Diego said. "Yeah, they were getting ready to head out, we were hanging out at the park." Roderick added. "Oh, sounds like you guys had a fun day." I responded as I walked over to the fridge and got a bottle of water. "Diego you ready," Billy exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, seeing me he flushed a bit, "Oh, hey Mr. Kent!" he said. I nodded my head and smiled at him. Diego stood up and followed Billy out through the mud room. Roderick walked out with them and I heard them say their goodbyes through the open door. Once they had left Roderick came back inside, padding over to me in his socked feet he hugged me and planted a kiss on my lips. His tongue breached my lips and invaded my mouth. My cock filled with desire and throbbed uncomfortably in the tights. "Well hello to you to," I said as Roderick pulled away. He smirked at me and said, "Well, I didn't get a chance to properly say goodbye this morning." Moving my hands down to his hips, I pulled him back into me, and whispered into his ear, "Well I know how else you can make it up to me." I felt him shiver against me as I licked his ear and then his neck. He shifted his hips against mine so that I could feel his hardness. "Let's continue this in the shower." I said, he grabbed my hand and lead the way. ******************************************************************************************************** Steam and water filled the enclosed space, I ran my tongue along Roderick's abs. Kissing at his peaks and licking at his valleys. My hands roamed his body, his tumescent shaft throbbed against my cheek as I kissed my way down to his pubis. Roderick gasped and moaned at my touch. My tongue flickered along the base of his shaft. Slowly working its way up, tracing the veins that crisscrossed his shaft, my son spasmed around me, my tongue scraped along his sensitive glans. I ran it along his corona and used the tip to probe his meatus. His fingers intertwined in my head, pulled at my hair. He struggled to push me down on his cock. I enveloped his glans with my entire mouth. My son cried out in ecstasy "Oh Dad!" as I sucked on his head, flickering my tongue here and there along its sensitive surface. I began to bob up and down on his shaft. Up, Down, Up, Down, His fevered cries echoed in the confined space. His hands released my hair and roamed over my head, neck, and shoulders. I pulled off his cock and looked up and my beautiful boy. His face was the epitome of wanton lasciviousness. His eyes were clouded over with desire and his mouth hung slack and open like a well used whore after a thousand man gang bang. I grasped his turgid shaft in my hand and stroked him, his cock was like a pillar of fire in my hand. Standing up, pulling Roderick up with me I moved us under the spray of the overhead showerhead and kissed him deeply as the water cascaded around us. I felt his nails scratch their way down my back, the sensation sent chills through me and I shuddered against him. His hands moved lower and soon he was cupping my ass. With our lips still locked on one another, I ran a hand through the long hair atop his head. His hand pulled at my ass and his probing fingers entered the valley of my ass seeking my hole. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled him off me "Is that what you want," I said, my voice low and gruff with desire. "Yes!" he answered as his index finger breached my back tunnel. We both gasped with desire. SLAP! I felt a sharp sting on my ass, as my boy slapped my ass. "Turn around," he said demandingly. I turned and felt myself being pushed up against the cool tiled wall of the shower. With one hand he pushed my chest into the wall with the other, Roderick, probed my ass. His finger twisting and diving into my tunnel over and over again. I gasped and moaned under his touch. One finger, became two, then two became three. He finger fucked me with three fingers, stretching and opening me. I licked at tiled wall in my desire and moaned like a cheap whore. "Fuck me, boy!" I shouted at him, "Fuck me!" I heard him chuckle as he continued to move his fingers inside me. "So you want a dick, do you," he said. "Yes!" I gasped. His fingers continued to move in and out of my hole. In, Out, In, Out, "Unh...unh...unh," I panted. "Tell me again, daddy, what do you want?" Roderick whispered in my ear. I could feel his body press against me, driving his fingers deep into me. "Unh...your cock....unh...fuck me with your cock, boy." I felt his tongue graze my ear, he licked along the edge before dipping it behind and then down to my neck. "Unh...unh...unh...please...fuck me." I felt his fingers pull out from my ass, and, the tip of his cock press against it. In my lust I tried to push back on it. SLAP! My was stung once again, causing me to gasp once again. "No, Don't be greedy, daddy!" he said. My son's forceful tone was driving me wild, what had gotten into him I thought, he seldom took the dominant role, but, if this is how it would be then I wasn't about to complain. Roderick grabbed his throbbing shaft and slowly sank it into my ass. I groaned as I felt each one of his inches sink into me. It felt like it took longer for him to get his cock into me and I wondered if his recent growth spurt had given him some extra length as well. His pubic hair against my ass and a satisfied gasp indicated to me that he had finally bottomed out. His cock was like a molten spike in my ass. He filled and stretched me like never before. I moaned in pleasure. He held his cock there before he began to drive in and out of me. "AAAHHH!" I screamed with bliss as his dick rocketed in and out of me. Slap, Slap, Slap, The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the shower along with our groans. His bloated cock filled me deliciously and his cockhead assaulted my prostate as if it were a punching bag at a boxing gym. "Oh Fuck!" we both screamed. Roderick was power dicking my ass and I don't know how I was taking it. In, Out, In, Out, Roderick grabbed me by the hips and slammed his dick into me and held it there. He pulled out slowly until his head was just at my entrance, and then. SLAM! He drove it back into me unflinchingly. "Fuck...unh...Oh...unh...fuck!" I panted. He moved me off the wall and down to the floor of the shower. I thought we would fuck doggie style but he proceeded to twist me around without removing his cock from my ass until I was on my back on the floor. His eyes connected with mine and he smirked at me. Grabbing my ankles he spread out my legs and started fucking me once again. I arched my back as his dick entered and exited my ass. "Yes...fuck...Daddy...yeah!" I could hear him panting above me. His cock started coming in fast and furious once again, I was so drained by his pounding that I could do nothing but lay there and take it. "Fuck!" he shouted, "Oh, Yeah!" "I'm gonna cum, daddy!" "I'm gonna cum!" "Oh, FUCK!" he roared over me. His cock in my ass swelled and started spewing his seed deep into me. As he filled me with his babies, Roderick grasped my cock and started stroking me to completion. His grip was just perfectly tight and soon I was moaning once again. "Oh fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!" I shouted as Roderick began stroking faster and faster. Up, Down, Up, Down, "Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck!" I shouted as I felt the cum begin to travel up my urethra towards explosion. Roderick stopped stroking and brought his mouth over my cock and and with his tongue he flicked the head. "FUCK!" I shouted at the tickling of my dick head and I exploded cum all over my boy's face and mouth. Once I finished blasting cum into him, Roderick made his way up my body and kissed me. I could taste myself on his face and mouth. I licked and cleaned all the cum on his face before the water could wash it away. He settled down gently on top of me and let out a contented purr. I chuckled as his reaction and wrapped my hands around him in a hug. I could feel my son sink into the afterglow. I tried to as well, but, his still hard cock in me was making my ass itch again. I kissed the top of his head, and, whispered, "I love you, son. ******************************************************************************* Please consider reading my other stories located on the Nifty archive! Flipturn (atheltics/highshool) The Cult of the All-Father (incest) A Love Found (adult/youth)