Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2021 15:48:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: The Great American Game Part 2 The Great American Game By Danny Smith This is a work of fiction. It involves descriptions of consensual sex between a father and son. If this isn't to your taste, please don't read. Don't forget to help support Nifty with donations. Part 2 I wish I could say things progressed quickly after that day, but they didn't. For one thing it was hard to find time to be together privately. We were hardly ever alone in the house. My wife doesn't have an outside job, and when she does leave it's usually during the day when I'm working and Jeff is at school. If we wanted to get together after a ball game it had to be one in the evening, and one my wife didn't want to watch for some reason. So sometimes we would go several weeks without having a session. Still that didn't stop us from playing grab ass, and more, right there in the house. Whenever we would pass each other in the hall, or I came into his room to help with homework or to check on him, we'd use every spare second feeling each other up. As long as my wife was in another part of the house each of us would have his hand on the other guy's crotch. But not all our sex was in the car out on Wilson's Run. We did manage to make it to second base once in my bathroom. I was taking a shower. My wife was doing laundry in the basement. I had just stepped out of the shower when Jeff opened the door to say he just had to take a piss real quick. He actually winked at me as he said it! I was standing there buck naked when he walked over to me. With no hesitation he grabbed my cock and began playing with it. He said, "Dad, this is first time I've ever seen it soft. I thought you had a constant hardon! "When I'm around you, I do!" You can't imagine the comfort, the security, and pure pleasure between us knowing that we could be intimate with complete confidence in each other. No one knew about our private business, and no one ever needed to. It was exciting, and just downright fun. My body was his personal playground, and his body was mine. He always loved feeling me up all over and I was proud to let him. "Man, Dad, you sure are hairy. Look how thick it is." He ran his fingers slowly though my pelt. "I'm completely smooth except for my legs. I want to have a hairy chest like you." He's right, I'm a pretty hairy guy. In high school my nickname was Tarzan. "Well, you just need to be patient. Think of it this way: it's deep Summer on my chest. It's still early Spring on yours." He seemed to like that, and laid his cheek on my chest, then turned his face toward my body and began licking my chest right in the middle where the hair is the thickest. I loved it and was getting hot as a pistol. I wanted to do something to reciprocate. I whispered "The first place you'll get hairy is your balls. Let me check them out." I listened for any sign of my wife coming back upstairs. The coast was clear, so I got down on my knees and pulled down his sweat pants, then his shorts. I licked his crotch a couple of times and took his balls in my mouth, tonguing them gently and tugging on his sack. "Yep they're starting to get hairy just like I thought." With that I did it -- I licked the shaft of his penis all the way to the tip, opened my mouth, and engulfed the head. First time I'd had his dick in my mouth. Jeff drew in his breath sharply and threw his head back to look at the ceiling. He placed one hand on my head and began stroking my hair. I could tell this was his first and he was in that special heaven known only to men who are being sucked off by another man. I broke off just long enough to look up and place one finger on my lips, signaling him to stay quiet. "Listen and let me know if you hear your Mom." He nodded his agreement. "And cum as soon as you can." "In your mouth?!" "Absolutely." And with that I went down on him again. As I already knew his cock was a good length and a great width -- nice and thick shaft with a mushroom head, just the way I like it. All those years in the darkened back room of a video arcade, and all those sessions kneeling in front of a gloryhole, paid off in this one glorious moment. I was a pro at this and I knew it. I deepthroated my son again and again, each time holding it as long as I could. In between those I jacked him off while simultaneously sucking, trying my best to get all the juice out of his balls and into my mouth. It didn't take long. In less than a minute I heard his voice intensely whispering "I'm close...I'm gonna cum." That was all the warning I needed. I took a deep breath and dived down all the way, burying my nose in his pubes and feeling his ball pressed against my chin. Within seconds it was pumping and throbbing in my throat, and I was feeling his warm boy jizz flow down my throat. I held steady until he stopped shaking and got himself under control. When I felt his dick softening in my mouth, I pulled off it and finished swallowing the creamy remains. I stood up and put my arms around him. The love flowed between us as surely as the cum that had flowed from his cock and was now in my stomach. "Never forget today, Jeff." "Oh Dad, I never will. I want to be the man that you are. I want to do everything you do. I want to learn how to do what you just did." "You'll get your chance son. Soon." And sure enough it wasn't long. The very next week Jeff had a home game, under the lights, and my wife had a commitment and couldn't join us. We drove to the game, both anticipating the hot fun we were going to have. I think Jeff was anticipating a little too much because he made an error in the 5th Inning; I think his mind was on our cocks and not the game! Finally, when the game was over, most of the team headed for the showers, while some of the others, including Jeff, just headed for their rides home. But as luck would have it, when he and I got to the car I saw the flat tire. Damn! We were both horned up and ready to go, but no way to head out to Wilson's Run quickly. It took me awhile to locate the jack and the tire tool, figure out how to set up the damn thing and get started on the spare. I told Jeff "Look son, this is going to take some time. Why don't you just hit the showers here. I'll come and grab you when I'm done." We both secretly smiled at the "grab you" comment, but he knew I meant it innocently (at least for now) and walked off to the locker room. It took longer than I thought it would to fix the damn tire, and by the time I was done it was really late. The lights had been turned off, the coaches, players, and fans had all left. The place was deserted and dark. Jeff still hadn't shown up so I went into the locker room to find him. He was there, still drying off from the shower and getting ready to pack his gear into his locker. Naked. He knew it was late and that we probably didn't have time to go out to lover's lane and make out. But he was horny and so was I. What else could we do? What would you do? I put my arms around him, held him close, and kissed him on the lips with all the love I felt. He said "Oh Dad, let's do it right here." I responded softly, "My idea exactly." "And remember," he added, "this time it's my turn to suck you off. You said you'd teach me about blowjobs. I'm ready..." I started unbuttoning my shirt while he unbuckled my belt. I took off my shirt, finished undressing, laid my pants on the bench and kissed him again. He ran his fingers through my chest hair, combing it, pulling on the fur, and licking it. He started to get down on his knees, but the floor was cement and I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, so I stepped up on the bench myself. His head was just the height of my cock. We stood there for a few brief seconds, both buck naked, waiting in the dark. My cock was still mostly soft, just starting to bone up a little, when he kissed my pubes. He did the same with my rapidly hardening dick, licking the shaft. He did the same with my balls, taking them in his mouth the way I had done with him so many times, then went back to licking my shaft. "Okay son, open your mouth." He did just what I asked and tasted my cockhead, licked it a time or two, the engulfed the head in his young mouth, then went down on it a couple of inches. I continued my instructions with "Okay now start sucking on it, like it was a straw or something. Remember your goal here is to suck the juice out of it. When I get close I'll let you know. If you're not ready to swallow it yet, or don't want it in your mouth don't worry. Just do what you want to do." His response warmed my heart: "Oh Dad, I want this more than anything in the world." His head bobbed up and down as he slurped my wiener and he was doing his best to take more of it without gagging. I knew he wouldn't be able to swallow the whole thing (yet) and made a mental note to tell him about deepthroating. It didn't take long at all for him to bring me to the edge. When I got to that point of no return, I let him know. "This is it son, and it's going to be a big one. Either pull off now or be prepared to swallow, cause I can't stop." For his answer he said nothing but doubled his efforts, sucking harder and faster, stroking it while he sucked. He was such a natural! I tried to keep my voice down just in case the grounds custodian came by to check on something. But I couldn't hide the little pleasure-noises I was making. I wanted to let him know that I was feeling all the pleasure that he obviously wanted to give. "This is it...oh Jeff...ahhh...close...so close...take it...take it...ahhhhhhh." He took it all right, just like the athlete he was. He gagged, even started to choke, as huge ropes of cum shot into his waiting mouth. But he didn't pull off -- didn't even try. He kept my cock in his mouth for long moments, letting the warm goo slide down his throat, nursing the last drops out of my now-softening boner. He looked up at my face and saw that I was beaming down in pride at what he'd just down. Jeff smiled and swallowed the entire load at once. With a grin, he actually opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue showing me that it was all gone. Every drop of those sperms were now settling down in his stomach. It was really time to get home, but I wanted to leave him with a real memory, so I returned the favor. "Okay, step up here on the bench. It's your turn." We switched places and I gave him the best blowjob I could. Thought I might do a little coaching while I was at it. "Son, you were perfect, but remember try hard not use your teeth. Hold your mouth like this with your lips covering your teeth." I gave him head for a minute or two, then added, "And you can learn to deepthroat without too much trouble. That means taking it all the way down and holding it as long as possible. When you're ready we'll practice, but basically it's just taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you go all the way down, and ignore any gagging sensation. When you get past the gag reflex, keep going. From there it's easy. Watch...." He sighed in pure pleasure as I swallowed his boy meat and instinctively put his hand on the back of my head to hold me closer. My lips were tight against his crotch as he held me there tightly. After a moment I started in again, sucking and slurping with complete abandon until I could tell by his trembling body he was ready. He didn't need to warn me...I could sense it. Just as he started to shoot I went down again, all the way, and let him use my throat as his personal cum rag. When he'd calmed down I said something like "we need to get back home before Mom calls the cops!" Actually we weren't that much later than usual and could always tell her that the game went into extra innings. On the way back home we didn't say much; both lost in the glow of our night of sex. We'd hit third base. I began making plans for a home run. Hope you liked this episode. If so, or to share constructive criticism, drop me an email. More of my stories are under the "Authors" tab.