Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2007 06:29:03 -0800 (PST) From: Soccer Dad <email@example.com> Subject: Surfing lessons 6 The following is a work of fiction. Certain places and events are actual, but the names and relationships are all a work of imagination. ****************************************************** I grabbed some Chick-fil-a on the way home, figuring that Clark hadn't eaten anything over at Donald's. Pulling up to the house, I could see his Altima in the driveway, still snapping and popping from the drive, so I knew he hadn't been in long. I could hear the shower running as I came in, so I stuck the food in the microwave and for some, unexplained reason, decided to stay quiet and hidden in the laundry room until the shower stopped. I was curious about what he would do, knowing I wasn't home. Would I catch him online again? Where would he surf to? I shivered a bit at the thought of watching him play with himself, unaware of my presence. I heard him come down the stairs and ease himself into the chair in the study. I moved into the living room and through one of the mirrors on the wall, I could see he had XTube pulled up and was looking through the videos for one particular contributor. I could see him hunch down in the chair and his left hand moved to the crotch of his shorts while the right clicked the mouse through the videos. I couldn't see much of them but from what I could tell, there was a fairly hot looking jock and sometimes a buddy, both with masks or sunglasses on at all times, going through some extremely wild scenarios. Despite the action earlier in the evening, I could feel a stirring, partly from my position as a voyeur, but partly from the action, even viewing it through a mirror from 20 feet away. I needed to find a way back outside or it would be obvious I was spying on him, so I eased back into the kitchen and silently opened the door to the garage and started the door-opener. With that, I made my entrance, grabbed the food from the microwave and called out. "You hungry Clark?" I heard rustling in the study and he called back, "Starving like you wouldn't believe; what gourmet meal have you prepared for me?" "Only the best offered by Chez Chickfilly!" "Great, I hope you got me two meals, I could just about eat a horse!" My mind raced with innuendo; things I could say but I chose not to. I wondered what else he could eat. "How's the project coming? Did you get anything accomplished at Donald's?" "Yeah, we got a lot done, really worked hard on it tonight!" Clark answered, but in the back of his mind there was another kind of hard that he was thinking about. We both settled into the living room and turned on FSC, a replay of an Argentinean league game was on and made for great background noise as we talked and ate. I glanced over once or twice when Clark got silent and caught him staring at the game, or more particularly at one player who could have been his twin; hair about the same color, body size and shape the same, after the player scored, he stripped off his shirt and ran around the stadium and even the wispy "treasure trail" from his navel looked the same. My mind swirled with thoughts. "How long had you been home before I got here?" I asked "Just long enough to catch a shower and check some email, I had to drop Eric off at his house." "How is Eric doing? I haven't seen him in a while. Is his ankle still giving him fits?" "He's good, great, I mean he's doing good, going full-speed again." Clark answered. Just thinking about his friend was causing a slight rise in his groin. He shifted a little in the recliner. "Dad, those guys are like the best friends I have in the world, were you ever that close to anyone when you were young? I had no idea how close he meant. "Clark, I never had a group of really close friends like that, I really envy that you have that." "What's going on?" Something about his tone made me wonder where he was going with this. "Can I tell you something that happened tonight? Don't judge me or anything, it just happened" I sat up in my chair, now this was going somewhere! "Clark, you have to know by now that you can tell me anything. Did something go on at Donald's you want to talk about?" And with that, Clark launched into the whole story. My mind pictured his friends, doing the things he was telling me about. I wished I could have seen, watched . . . . . participated. He told me about the ride home with Eric and the stopover in the woods. So my son's best friend gave him a world-class blowjob, in the car, while he jacked him off? Unbelievable! Well, I guess we both had interesting evenings. I wondered if I should share with him about my encounter at the gym? "What about you, Dad? How was your workout?" Oh shit, I wonder if he suspects the same thing? Or maybe this was just an innocent question. "Great workout, definitely got some kinks worked out and the sauna afterwards hit the spot! And the spot happened to be the back of this stud's throat." I let slip out. Clark's eyes widened, yeah, I got his attention with that. I told him the whole thing, with the exception of Bryson's uncanny resemblance to him and how I was thinking about him the whole time. Just then, the cell phone rang; it was my wife calling to say she was there, safe and ready to crash, asking how Clark and I were doing and letting me know it might be several days before she came back. I talked to her a bit and then let Clark talk and while he was wrapping up with her, I went into the study and checked my email, and also what he had been looking at online. I was right, it was XTube and the videos were from DP. I may need to check these out later . . . . . . . ****************************************************** "Dad, I'm going up to finish my Calculus and then crash, I'm sorta worn out" I head Clark say from the hall. I got up and went out to him, told him good night and ducked into the kitchen to grab a beer before going back to the game. My mind kept racing back to DP. Then it hit me. Donald! Holy fuck! Clark's friends are making online porn! Screw the game, I'm going to go watch them! Now that I'd made the mental connection, it was perfectly clear. I left the TV on in the den and went into the study, eased the door shut, but not all the way and plopped into the leather desk chair and pulled up XTube. There it was, DP and his amazing collection of videos! I've seen the boys in various states of dress and undress, including the skinny-dipping at the end-of-season party last year in the middle of the night. There was no doubt it was Donald, and I had to believe the other was Brandon. I knew what I was doing for the next few hours. I clicked through the history of videos uploaded. I noticed that several of them had been pay-per-view live events. That was quite ingenious of the boys, although a bit corny with the masks, sunglasses and disguises. However, they were still in high school and I'm sure there's some laws involved that would necessitate discretion. I couldn't help it, the videos were getting me hot. Knowing who they were made it that much hotter. Donald had the lean body I'd always wished for and a truly incredible cock. His buddy Brandon was hot in his own right, and certainly lucky to be a partner in these videos. Before I knew it, the scenes had me so worked up that my cock was at full attention and out of my khaki shorts. I saw the newest video, "Teen Jock Self Suck" and that it had been a live event earlier. Didn't Clark just come from there? Did they make this while he was there or after? These guys were a bunch of horn-dogs and I was no better, sitting in my study, jerking on my cock, not hours after an extremely hot encounter of my own. On the screen, Donald was taking most of his cock into his mouth. I marveled at his flexibility, not to mention his enthusiasm. I couldn't help it, I wanted to suck that cock too. "Pretty fucking hot, huh Dad?" I heard over my right shoulder. I looked up in shock and saw Clark's grin as he watched the video and then me stroking myself. I was a bit embarrassed but so fucking turned on by it all that I kept going. "Did you know this was your friends?" I asked. "Yeah, I figured it out tonight, especially aft the little scene at Donald's place" "What are you going to do about it?" "Who knows, I may call him on it, maybe make one myself" Clark grinned. "Right now, I've got another idea!" And with that, he moved around in front of my chair, knelt down and took over stroking my cock. "I thought you said you got off tonight, dad" "I did, but this is just a bit stimulating to me" I meant the video, but the feel of my son's hands on my cock was also stimulating. I watched him focusing on it, one hand cupping and caressing my balls while the other kept up a steady rhythm, on the shaft. I eased back in the chair, giving him unrestricted access to my groin, enjoying the feeling of it, and closed my eyes. Suddenly, the touch of his hand was replaced by the warm, wet sensation of his lips and tongue, engulfing the head of my cock, the tongue flicking at the hole, over the mushroom-shaped head, swirling around in a wonderful burst of warm energy. My son was sucking my cock! I opened my eyes and saw him working the rod, eyes focused on the task. He would pause, close his own eyes and then start again. Then he looked at me, his hazel eyes asking if he was doing alright. "It feels incredible, Clark, don't stop" I told him. What the fuck was I saying? This was no gym hottie who looked like him, this was the real deal. My flesh and blood! Fuck it, my flesh and blood was doing a real number on my cock, moving down to the shaft, saliva glistening along the whole length as he gave me a tongue bath. Clark moved back to the top of my cock and began a slow rhythm of bobbing his head down the shaft, taking more and more of me every time. I felt him gag once or twice, but he kept going until he swallowed the entire length. While he had me engulfed, he was moving his tongue side to side and I could feel him making swallowing movements with his throat, which caused a shiver in me at the incredible sensation. Time flew as he continued to work me over. I had no idea if this was his first, but he was damn good at it! Clark paused a minute. "Dad, I could keep this up all night, can you?" "Who knows but you're doing a first-class job, do you have much experience?" "This is my first time giving, I've gotten a bunch, seen a lot of porn, but I'm glad my first one is you" Clark answered. I nodded in agreement as he resumed his task with gusto. He was doing things to my cock that almost made me blush because it was my son, not some gym-bunny trick. "Keep it up and I'm gonna cum, son" I grunted. He looked up at me, mouth full of cock and shrugged his shoulders and kept on sucking. I could feel it building. The room was silent, except for the low moans and slurping coming from Clark and the muted sounds of the TV in the other room; "Dream Team" was on now and the English accents of the actor/players was something I'd always found to be sexy. I could feel a warm sensation washing over my body. I knew I was close, I wanted him to finish me off, but I wanted to watch him do it. Just like Bryson earlier, I wanted to see my cum go into his mouth. "Just the head, Clark, just work the head with your mouth. You can stroke the shaft with your hand, but just use your mouth on the head. I'm close to cumming." He obediently complied, hand twisting and stroking, up and down while his lips and tongue continued to work the flared head, now blazing red from the activity and stimulation. My cock felt huge, more engorged than ever and I could feel the rise, the tightening of my balls, the fire from within that was heading up and out. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and the back of his head with my left and held my cock just at his mouth, he dropped his hands and let me dictate the action, extending his tongue out and under my pulsing cock, lips open wide. The first salvo never touched his lips or tongue, shooting straight to the back of his throat. I felt him jerk a bit, but held him in place for the next shot. When it came, it coated his tongue and splattered his upper lip. With that, I gently pushed the back of his head; he got the hint and reached up to push my hand away, grabbed my cock and dived down, as my third and fourth spurts filled his mouth. The vacuum of his mouth and greedy throat was pulling all the seed out of me, I could feel a last jet of cum escape as he continued the up and down movement. I saw him pause, and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the entire load. He smiled and pulled off my twitching cock, letting it flop back against me while he leaned back. "That was incredible" I muttered to him. After the gym, I was shocked at my physical response, but I knew it was more than that. My son, giving his first blowjob, to me, after getting one from his best friend after being involved in a jerk-fest with two others, while I was hooking up with a gym stud, well, this was a helluva evening. "That was awesome, dad!" Clark said as he stood up. I could see his cock in his shorts, the wet spots near the top. I knew this had turned him on too. "I'm crashing, we can continue this another time, if you want" Did I want? Hell yes, I wanted! "What are you going to do with that?" I asked him and squeezed the outline of his cock through his shorts. "Honestly, dad, I think I'm a dozen strokes from firing off, I can take care of it myself upstairs" "That would be a waste, Clark" I said as I yanked the Adidas shorts down. "My turn" And with that, I opened my mouth and took him tip to root in a single gulp. I could taste the precum on the head, the soap smell from his shower, a slight musk from his arousal while blowing me and I could feel him twitching already as I took him deep the first time. I didn't waste any time, quickly bobbing up and down and true to his word, on the twelfth time down, I felt the jets of his teen cum pounding the back of my throat and I swallowed him to the base, two, three and four strong bursts of cum were oozing down my gullet and he let out a yelp. "FUCK!" When he was through shooting, I released his cock from my mouth, still in my chair and leaned back. I could see his body shudder and a last volley of spooge jetted out and hit me on the chest. "Sorry about that, Dad" "No problem" I said and took my finger and wiped it off my chest. Clark grabbed my hand and sucked his own cum from my fingertips. "You know, we taste a lot alike" "Must be genetics" I said. "Well, goodnight, dad, this was awesome!", and with that, he pulled his shorts back up and left the room. I could hear him bounding upstairs and the door to his room closed. I remained in my chair, exhausted, flabbergasted, and still turned on. If you have any comments, please feel free to send them to me at firstname.lastname@example.org and yes, there will be more of this story.