Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2011 16:15:16 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mr. D <dionyssos00@yahoo.no>
Subject: What Was I Thinking, Part Twenty Two

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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What was I thinking, part twenty two


Once Dave was alone all sorts of emotions flooded his young mind. He tried
to set things in a chronological order and find the answer to one simple
question; WHAT WAS HE THINKING?

Fooling around with his friends had never been an issue until that camping
trip when Steve had freaked out. Seeing Dave getting fucked by John was
over the top for him and he pulled away from them. He said they were still
friends, but Steve had kept as far a distance as possible ever since. John
was convinced he would come around, but Dave had a feeling that he would
not. Had he lost a good friend for a good fuck? If so, he thought, it was a
bad deal.

Next on his list was the fact that he loved getting fucked by his own
dad. He knew it was wrong, but he could not really grasp why it was so. It
felt right when it happened and what better way was there to express the
love he felt for his dad. He knew his dad enjoyed it just as much as he did
himself. He had said he would have trouble keeping his hands and cock to
himself in the future and that suited Dave just fine, but where did that
put mom? Was the love between his parents gone? And if it was, when did
that happen?

In addition to loosing one of his best friends and feeling guilt about his
parents, he could now add giving his PE teacher a blow job to the
list. That was one thing he really regretted. Not the feeling he had while
he was enjoying the 10 inch cock, but the insight that this would at some
point or the other come back to bite him in the arse. Even if Mr McFly,
John and himself kept silent about it none of them would ever forget. How
would they act in PE class? His worst fear in all of this was that he would
lose John as a friend too and get his well endowed PE teacher in serious
trouble. He needed to talk to someone. He tried to find other people who
would listen to his worries, but quickly came to this conclusion; -anyone
would do, as long as they died shortly after listening to his story. He
realized there was no one on earth except for the people already involved
he could talk to. Even some of them were risky.

In the end he could only find one possible answer to his big question; HE
WASN'T THINKING. It had all happened so fast and one thing had led to the
other. He could not remember ever thinking about any other thing than pure
lust. He was lusting for a cock up his butt. Let it be John's or his dad's
he didn't care. Let it be a stranger in a public restroom, as long as
someone was fucking him regularly. He was also lusting for the sent of an
adult cock. That irresistible husky, manly sent oozing from their sweaty
balls and the taste of that delicious pre-cum running down their throbbing
hard cocks. He could not imagine a world where these things were denied
him. He had tasted the forbidden fruit and now he wanted more.

As he was walking along he felt his cock react to his thoughts. It was hard
walking when it was hard, but he just kept putting one foot in front of the
other until he was standing outside his house. Time had passed in the
world, but in his mind he just left John's company by the school gate. To
his surprise his dad was sitting on the front porch with a small rounded
glass in his hand. He seemed lost in his own thoughts. The wrinkles on his
forehead deepened every time he sipped the brown liquid in the strange
glass. Dave walked slowly towards him and stopped on the top of the porch,
where he turned and looked at his father.

"Hi Dad. What are you doing home so early?"

Oscar jumped out of whatever line of thought he was in and looked surprised
at his son.

"I could ask you the same question?"

"Our PE teacher went home with the flue, so our two last classes were
cancelled. What about you?"

"Well son, I just couldn't focus at work. My mind is full of strange
thoughts that keep popping up at the oddest of times. I figured I could
come home early and be useless at home instead"

Dave saw something in his dad's eyes. It was beyond worry or sadness. It
was much worse. It was only there for a split second before his dad pulled
himself together and put on a brave smile, but the damage had been done.

"So how was your day Dave?"

The feeling that look in his father's eyes had triggered along with the
very question about his doings this day became overwhelming. Dave opened
his mouth to speak, but no sound was coming out. He felt his throat swell
and didn't realize he was crying before he felt the hot tears flowing down
his smooth cheeks. Oscar's reaction was instant. Before Dave could even
think another thought he felt his father pick him up and gather him in his
arms. His strong arms held him close and safe.

"My god son, what's wrong?"

And at that moment Dave just let all his bad emotions take over and flow
out of him. All the fear, angst, worry and guilt just exploded in one
glorious bang. He gave up on trying to speak and let his tears flow out in
rivers. He was sobbing hard and had some difficulty breathing. His father
carried him inside and sat down in the sofa with his son on his lap. He
tried to let go of Dave, but Dave had wrapped his arms around his neck and
clung to him with whatever strength he had left in his arms. Oscar held him
and did not try to let go again. It seemed to take ages before his son
finally got his tears under control and began to relax. It only took
seconds for Dave to doze off.

Before Dave came around again Oscar had gone over every imaginable disaster
in his head. At the lesser end of evils was a fight with his best friend
John, on the other some terrible accident. He was beginning to panic and
struggled hard to keep his act together. Dave stirred in his arms and
opened his eyes. There was no joy in his look, just exhaustion. Oscar
gently put his son down next to him in the sofa and said;

"Stay here Dave. I'm just getting something to drink and I'll be back in
second"

Dave did not reply, but he did not try to prevent Oscar from getting up. As
fast as he could he grabbed his glass of brandy from the porch and a soda
for Dave. The sight of his son when he returned from the kitchen was
heartbreaking. His body was relaxed out of fatigue and his eye's were more
red than white after crying. He made a mental note of the stain his son's
snot had made on his shirt. That was the last thing he was worried about
right now. He opened the soda and gently sat down next to Dave. Dave looked
up, but could not quite meet his gaze. Dave took a sip of the cold
refreshment and cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry Dad..."

"You're sorry? What in the world are you sorry about? Please tell me what
happened to make you this upset?"

"I don't know dad. I can't even explain it to myself. I've been trying to
wrap my head around it all day and find some sense, but I keep coming up
short. There are a lot of odd ideas in my head and a lot of stuff has
happened lately. I just do not know how and where to begin..."

Oscar was worried to death about his son right now, but figured that
panicking would only make this worse. He would listen to whatever it was
that Dave needed to get off his chest. No matter what it was he would still
love him unconditionally.

"I can understand that the passed events have been strange and even
disturbing. I some times have a hard time wrapping my own head around it
all. I am really sorry for making you feel like this. It was never my
intention to confuse you or make you feel this bad"

"This is not so much about what we have been doing dad. Fact is that I love
being with you. I like being naked with you and feel you up. I don't really
have words for how much I love it when you fuck me, but..."

"But what?"

"But where does all this put you and mom? How can I ever look here in the
eye after what I have done?"

Oscar was taken aback by his son's worries. He had been worried about his
marriage for some time now and with good reason too, but it never crossed
his mind that Dave would be worried about that. Once again he had
underestimated his son's ability to grasp what was happening even if no one
told him.

"First of all Dave this is NOT of your doing. Out of the two of us I am the
adult and I am the one responsible"

"I seduced you dad! How can that be your fault?"

"You did seduce me Dave, but I was wrong to let it happen. I was the one
who should have stopped it from happening. In my own loneliness I gave inn
to my desire and lust"

"How can you be lonely dad? You have mom here all the time. I feel like I'm
steeling you away from here. What will happen when she comes back on
Sunday? Am I supposed to go on like nothing ever happened?"

"My dear son, these are not things you should feel responsible for or even
be old enough to worry about. Apparently you have an older soul than I have
given you credit for".

Oscar knew he could not keep it back from Dave. Dave knew on some gut level
that his relationship to Dave's mother was over. It had been for quite some
time and both he and she knew that. Perhaps the mistake was trying to hide
it from Dave?

"Look Dave. Your mother and I have been through many hardships. Over the
time our love has been lost. I don't know how to explain it to you. Being
married is a lot more than keeping each other company and having sex. There
are a hundred smaller pieces that need to fit together. Those pieces have
gone missing and I can not find them. It has nothing to do with you or what
we have been doing in your mom's absence".

"So you do not love each other any more?"

"Again it is not quite that simple, but the answer is yes Dave"

Oscar hesitated a moment. Dave caught on and just looked at him expecting
his father to go on.  "I might as well get it out in the open. I came home
early today because I had a long and disturbing phone call from your
aunt. She told me that your mother could not bring her self to say this to
me directly, so she had to do it on her behalf. To make a long story short,
your mother's stay at her sisters will be prolonged"

"Prolonged? How long? When is she coming back?"

"I do not know Dave. She has a lot on her mind and needs to clear her mind
before coming home. I do not know when that is. I am sorry for telling you
like this. You obviously have a lot on your mind. I think my mistake in the
passed has been to try to protect you form knowing. It seems that not
knowing the truth is only making you worry more. Again I am sorry. This is
not how I planned it out on the porch"

Two feelings hit Dave at the same time; Loss and joy. He felt loss because
he did not know when, or even if, he would see his mother again. He also
felt joy because of the same reason. If his mother was not around, he would
have dad to himself. Of course the bad conscience hit him in the face like
a baseball bat. With it came the memory of him and John sucking Mr McFly's
cock.

"You are taking this very well Dave. I figured you would be sad and angry
about your mother leaving like that"

"I am sad and maybe I am angry too. Right now I feel so many things I can't
keep track of them all. What I do know is that I really need someone to
talk to and I rather talk with you than mom. I can not explain why that is,
but since the subject would put many people in trouble, you are the only
one I can talk to"

Oscar looked at his son. Where does he get that courage from? It is
obviously not in any of his parents. He also remembered that it had been
Dave falling apart out on the porch. Instead of listening he had dumped
more worries on his son's shoulders.

"Just for the record Dave, you can tell me anything. I do not care how
strange, weird or even illegal it is. I will always love you"

"I will always love you too dad. What I have to say, I am just going to
say. There really are no good ways of telling you this"

Dave took a deep breath and started at the beginning of his day. His dad
never interrupted him. Not even when he expected him insert a comment or
question. Dave did not look at his dad much while talking. He was afraid he
would loose his nerve if he saw anger in his dad's face. He ended his tale
when he reached the porch and all went silent. Dave did not dear look up
from the floor. He felt ashamed of what he'd done and was expecting some
sort of reprimand from his father. He waited a long time, but all he got
was silence.

Oscar listened to his son's story. He could not believe his ears when he
said he and his best friend John had sucked their PE teacher's huge
cock. He could not stop himself from imagining the action. He could clearly
picture the two young boys taking turns on the adult 10 inch fuck-stick. He
understood it was all wrong and that it may have really serious
consequences for `lucky Mr PE teacher'. Oscar got hornier and hornier as he
listened to his son's adventure. He also realized Dave was no longer
talking. He was just staring at the floor with an embarrassed red
face. Just as he noticed this his son jumped up from the sofa, faced him
and erupted in anger.

"Say some thing dad!"

"What would you like me say Dave?"

"I do not know?! Tell me what a dirty little boy I am. That what I did was
wrong and that I should be ashamed. Ground me for life!  Say anything just
don't be all quiet!"

"Well son, you have been very bad. Your behaviour has been
unforgivable. But since I am your dad I do forgive you. If for no other
reason than for having the guts to tell me"

Dave relaxed his stance and sat back down on the sofa. He moved his focused
back to the soda can in front of him. Now he felt silly for blowing up like
that. It really was not how he usually behaved.

"No yelling? No punishment?"

"A least no yelling. As for punishment I have something a little different
in mind"

Dave looked up and realized his father was grinning! He recognised the
glimmer in his father's eyes too. The story of guilt he had told had turned
his dad on. He could see the big bulge in his pants. That alone was enough
to make him hard and again too. Lust kicked in and all rational thought
vanished. He managed half a smile before asking;

"What kind of punishment did you have in mind dad?"

"How about you doing to me what you did to your poor PE teacher? At least
that's the start of it"

Dave knelt down in front of where his dad was sitting. He leaned forward
and undid the zipper. That wonderful sent filled the air around his
face. After undoing the button his dad lifted his butt up and pulled his
pants down along with his boxers. Dave kept pulling them until they were
around his ankles. Then he stuck his nose into the warm and damp balls and
inhaled slowly. He just could not get enough of that sensation. He tried to
recall what he had done with McFly's cock and repeated the moves on his
dad's throbbing meat. It was not as long, but no less hard. It was leaking
like a slow river and Dave greedily licked his dad's cock clean. Dave
enjoyed hearing his father's moans of pleasure form above. An extra loud
moan came when he took the cock between his lips and took it all in. He
fought the gagging reflex with success and got the entire throbbing cock
down his throat. He heard his dad mumble something from above, but didn't
pay much attention to it until his dad's hands locked around his head and
pulled him up. The cock left his warm mouth with a loud pop.

"I guess you and John gave Mr McFly one hell of a time. I can't take much
more of this and I have other plans for you"

"What kind of plans dad?"

All of a sudden his son looked like an innocent angel. His blood shot eyes
only made him seem even more helpless. At the same time there was a glow
about him that could only be described as pure lust.

"You seem to enjoy sucking cock in an office, so I figured I'll take you
into my home office and give you the fucking you deserve"

The office was on the 1st floor so they had to move up there. Oscar pulled
his pants up and held them up with one hand. With the other hand he grabbed
his son's arm and pulled him up the stairs. Once in his little office he
ordered Dave to undress and sit on his desk. Dave did as he was told. It
took no time at all before he was butt naked and sitting in the appointed
spot. His boy cock standing hard and ready. The desk was made of hard
polished oak and felt cold against his skin. His dad gently pushed him
backwards and pulled his knees up. Dave saw his dad tower over him. His
arse was just the right height for his father's manhood and he could feel
it tickling his butt.

"Listen to me my dirty little son. I am going to lube you up with spit and
then fuck you till you beg me to stop. You have been a bad boy and this is
your punishment"

With that he spat into his hand and began to work it into Dave's waiting
pink rose. Dave was moaning like crazy when Oscar pushed in the second
finger. He took his time and found exactly the right spot. He was rubbing
his son's G-spot while gently stroking his own cock. Dave was twitching
with pleasure and this inspired Oscar to give him more of the same
treatment. Suddenly Dave exploded. He sent his sperm flying up and making a
mess all over his belly and chest.

"That nice huh? I'll have to remember that spot"

Oscar scooped up as much of his son's cum as he could. There seemed to be a
lot more of now that just a week ago. Then he rubbed it all over his cock
and the now open butthole of his son.

"Let's see if we can make that happen again..."

Then he put the tip of his cock against the sperm lubricated opening and
pushed. Dave gasped as he slowly pushed the entire length of his cock
inside. He made Dave hold his knees tight to his chest and began
fucking. Since his cock was slightly bent upwards, he knew it would rub
that sore G-spot. Oscar fucked his son in long and deliberate thrusts. Once
in a while he moved his hips rapidly back and forwards when he knew the tip
of his cock was right at that spot. It was driving Dave mad. He had a hard
time holding on to his legs, but each time he tried to let go Oscar made
him hold on to them before continuing.

"Please dad!"

"Please what son? You had enough punishment yet?"

"NO I just want you to fuck me harder!"

"Harder? I guess I could do that if you promise to behave?"

"I promise, I promise! Just fuck me, please!"

Oscar loved hearing his son ask for more. He was amazed at how long he had
lasted even now. He began to increase his tempo. Dave was biting his lip
and moaning. The sight of his son's face in such a state of ecstasy was
pure bliss. He kept fucking harder and harder until he was literary
slamming his cock into Dave. He took a steady grip around Dave's thighs and
pounded away. Just before he went over the edge he noticed Dave tighten up
and a strange animal like rumble ripped through his body. His young cock
was throbbing, but not a drop was coming out of it. Oscar was witnessing
his son having a dry orgasm. He had not touched himself at all since this
all began. Now he was climaxing again just from getting a good fuck. He was
so close now it hardly mattered, but feeling the contractions in his son's
but definitely pushed him over the edge. He slammed his cock into his son
and held it there while his cum flowed inside. He could feel wave after
wave push its way through his cock and fill up his son's tight hole. It
felt like forever before he was all out of juice.

When he pulled his still hard cock out, he saw his cum leaking out. It slid
down from Dave's swollen behind and gathered in a pool, before dripping off
the polished wood to the floor. It was a sight he hoped to see again. Dave
was covered in sweat and was panting heavily. Oscar picked him up and held
him in a tight embrace. He whispered into his son's ear,

"I love you too fucking much Dave!"

After a shot silence he felt his son giggle before answering,

"I love your fucking too dad"


---To be continued---

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