LIVING AT DAD'S HOUSE, PART XIII
The following is a homoerotic story involving spanking, SM, father-son sexuality, and domination. IF you are under age or this offends you, then go away and don't read it.
The author is open to constructive suggestions regarding the story. I also am open to hearing from San Diego men over the age of 18 who might wish to enact some of this in the real world. My e mail is ostrich78@hotmail.com
We awoke the next morning, as usual entwined together, with rare sore bottoms. It all came back to me: what dad had done; how he had cost Jason is home and tried to blackmail him, and Jason's turning the tables such that he now had control over dad. We got up, showered, and began packing for the trip back to San Diego.
As we cleared security in the airport, I was watching all of the people around us and comparing them to ourselves. We looked pretty typical: me, a teen guy accompanied by his more muscular teen friend and his dad. It was obvious we were tourists leaving Hawaii after a vacation. What was not obvious was that Jason and I are very much in love; that my dad now had to report to Jason for discipline, or that some very unusual things went on in our house.
Shortly after the plane took off, I fell asleep with my head on Jason's shoulder. I was dreaming about our being together; Jason now living at our home; and then some very erotic material when I was nudged awake.
"Scott, wake up, we're about to land" said Jason. "Ok, Ok," I replied sleepily, looking down at my bulging jeans and remembering the dream.
We collected our luggage and went to the side walk to flag down a cab. In 15 minutes we were home settling in. I unpacked my stuff into my room; dad in his room, and Jason in the spare bedroom which was now ostensibly his. I say ostensibly because we knew that separate bedrooms would not be required for Jason and me.
After settling in we had lunch, and Jason addressed my dad who was eyeing him warily.
"Look" Jason said. "You forced me into this; I can put you in jail any time; and you no longer have the ability to be abusive of me and Scott. However, just relax. All we want is for you to go on about your life. Go to work, be a dad to Scott, and yes, discipline him the way you always did. I will live here and abide by the same rules you have for Scott. But he will discipline me if needed. If you get out of line, I will discipline you privately away from Scott. This is not going to be some kind of weird master/slave thing: I have no interest in you sexually, but I do reserve disciplinary rights if you need it.
"Yes Sir" said my dad.
"Forget the `Sir' crap" said Jason. "it will make people suspicious".
"OK" said my father.
There was an awkward silence which I broke by saying, hey: lets go swimming. We agreed that was a good idea and Jason, dad, and I went into the pool. It soon degenerated into a war of splashing and ducking and we were all having fun together. It broke the ice, and reassured me to know that my home life really wasn't going to change much with this new arrangement except for the very favorable development that Jason and I would be living together.
After the swim, Jason and I left our suits hanging in the sun (the pool is fenced so no one can see) and headed off to wash off the chlorine. We showered together and began to kiss and fondle one another. Then we took turns drying one another; first Jason dried me, then I dried him, ending with his massive cock. While engaging in this very desirable duty, I again marveled: with Jason's flat adolescent stomach and small tight pubic hair bush, one would have expected a boys dick. Far from it, the 9 inch monster was erect in all it's glory.
Jason's dick didn't stay dry very long. I got down on my knees and began licking and teasing it. After a few minutes, I moved down to his balls, first licking all around the sack as if it were an ice cream, then individually taking each ball in my mouth and flicking it with the tip of my tongue.
Jason began moaning and saying "Yeah...Oh God that's good".
I took my mouth off his sack, and stared at his now throbbing dick. There was the glisten of precum coming out of his slit, and I slowly milked his cock from the base to the tip, watching a long strand dangle 18 inches down from his cock. I caught it with my tongue, tasting his nectar, and carried it back up as I deep throated his cock. He responded with thrusting pelvis and moans of pleasure, and I was rewarded by 3 or 4 spurts of hot cream after just a few minutes.
Jason then bent down and kissed me, and led me to the king sized bed which I have in my room. He lay me down on my stomach, and spent the next half hour massaging me, with particular attention to slow tickling and teasing of my butt, asshole, the back of my nut sack, and the area between my nut sack and asshole.
I was moaning and writhing when Jason had me turn onto my back. My cock sprung free, striking my stomach, and spreading a patch of precum on flat smooth stomach.
"Suck me Jason" I said.
"Not yet, I'm going to get you really horny first" he replied.
"Trust me, I'm ready to bust a nut now" I replied, but to no avail.
Jason took his time kissing and teasing my body, licking all around my stomach and thighs, slowly working his way up to my nut sack, then worked there for about 10 minutes before FINALLY he took my aching and throbbing cock in his mouth.
It only took about 30 seconds before I shot my load: I was so horny my balls ached, and they continued to ache even after I had cum.
"God that was cruel" I said to Jason.
"What do you mean?" he replied innocently.
"You know fucking well what I mean; keeping me on edge like that and making me wait to cum" I said.
"Yeah, but when it was time you really shot a load" he stated proudly.
"Can't argue there, but next time I'll do it to you and see how you like it" I replied.
"Great idea, I'd like to be on the receiving end of that" he replied.
With the miracle of youth on our side, Jason was immediately throbbing and ready to go again. I spent the next hour with him on his back teasing and flicking his cock and balls with my tongue; tickling his stomach, circling the head of his cock with my tongue `til he moaned and begged to cum, then stopped just in time before he could shoot.
At the end of the hour he was begging me: "Please Scott, Please let me cum...I'll do anything...God, my nuts are going to burst...Come on Scott...pleeeeease".
I felt a strange stirring as Jason was begging me to let him cum. Since Jason is so much more endowed, muscular, and mature: he was the one who figured out how to handle my dad; I had not envisioned myself in control of anything in the relationship. Suddenly, he was begging me, and it felt good. I think he sensed it too.
I continued to tease him for another 15 minutes or so, as his pleas became more intense. Then I stopped, looked down at him and said:
"OK boy, you can jerk off now".
I expected some smart response, or command to suck him off. Instead, he looked gratefully at me and began stroking his meat as he said "Thank you Sir".
He shot his load in less than a minute, and there was so much of it that his chest and face were splattered and some of it actually hit the headboard. I had not seen him cum like this before.
Continued...