Title: Chapter Six: Fathers and Sons
Author/pseudonym: R.A. Swain
Fandom: None. Original story
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Rating: Mature Audience
Status: New 11/24/03
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E-mail address for feedback: docswain@aol.com
Series/Sequel: Series The Games Men Play
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Disclaimers: The characters are my property. They are not to be used without my written permission

Notes: This is the story of the men of the Winston family, and their sexual exploits.
Summary: What fathers and sons do alone.
Warnings: None

Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and that it is legal for you to possess adult oriented material.

This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults, homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.

 

The Games Men Play

Chapter 6: Fathers and Sons

By R.A. Swain

 

Jeff Marshall couldn’t believe how hot getting a blowjob from his new neighbor could be, but he was still horny after having jerked off the night before, on his balcony, while watching his neighbor jerk off across the way, and now he had just returned from his neighbor’s apartment, and the best head he ever received.

 

He headed toward his bedroom for a shower when he heard his oldest son, Kev, in his room on the phone. He remembered back to when he was 20 years old. He was a Marine, married and Kev was on his way. Now, Jeff thought, he was a divorced father of two who was suddenly getting more into man to man sex than he had even back when he was a jarhead.

 

He stopped by his son’s bedroom door to listen in for a moment. He knew spying on his son’s conversation wasn’t right, but with the divorce and all, he was feeling like a bad dad, and wanted to just reassure himself his sons weren’t getting into drugs or worse. He noticed the door was opened just enough for him to peek in and see his son’s reflection in the dresser mirror at the foot of the bed.

 

Kev was lying on the bed, wearing a pair of Bugs Bunny boxers with a carrot strategically placed where the fly was. He admired his son’s smooth chest and flat stomach. He looked a bit like Jeff had at that age, only his hair was darker than his father’s. Also, while Kev had a smooth chest, his legs were very hairy, unlike his father’s.

 

“Yeah, I’m always horny,” Kev, said to whomever he was speaking with on the phone.

 

The words brought Jeff back to the moment. He was standing outside of his son’s bedroom door, spying on him. He listened to more of the conversation, and watched his son through the slightly opened door.

 

“I’m wearing boxer shorts, why?” His hand was slowly rubbing over his bare chest and down across his flat stomach. “Now? Are you kidding?”

 

Jeff listened and watched as Kev ran his hand over the front of his boxer shorts, pausing to squeeze his obviously growing cock. “Now you’re daring me?” Kev asked. “Hold on.” He dropped the received, bucked his hips up and in a swift move stripped his boxer shorts off and tossed them at the foot of the bed. He picked up the receiver. “Okay, they’re off. Now what?”

 

Jeff stood frozen at the door. He knew it was very wrong to be watching his 20 year-old lying on his bed, naked, with a semi-erect cock. But, he reasoned, all he was doing was watching. He stood silently peering through the door crack at the reflection in the mirror. It looked like Kev did some shaving and trimming of his pubic hair, which Jeff did himself on occasion. Although, Kev had a lot more body hair than Jeff.

 

Kev was now fisting his cock, helping it to grow. “Oh man, I don’t believe you’ve got me doing this on the phone,” he said. “I know, we’ve done it before, but I’m just so horny today. You could’ve talked me into anything, I just didn’t think phone sex was going to be it.”

 

His hand slowly stroked up and down the length of his shaft, pausing just below the tip and rubbing the spot with his thumb. “Yeah, if you were here I’d have my hand on the back of your head and your lips would be wrapped around my cock. That’s right, I’d be getting wild head from you, and you’d love it.

 

“Uh huh, I’d be thrusting into your mouth, making you worship my cock and balls. That’s right, I said balls too. You’d be licking and sucking on them the way I like you to do.” Kev’s fist was moving faster as he spoke.

 

“Oh yeah, tell me about licking my ass? I would love to get my ass eaten by your hot tongue. Feeling you eat my ass and stroke my cock would be almost enough to send me over the edge.” Kev was breathing harder and really getting into the image he was projecting in his head. He had his eyes closed now, and while he listened, his hand was pumping at his cock faster and faster, and he arched his hips up so his balls where making a slapping sound as they flopped up and down against his own ass. He moaned.

 

“Oh God, I’m getting close.” He said, pounding away faster still. “Whaddya mean, so soon?” He slowed his stroking slightly. “If I wasn’t talking to you I’d have already shot a load, and be working on a second.”

 

He thrust into his own hand and began stroking in all earnest, bucking slightly and moaning, he shot a ribbon of white cum up over his fist and stomach. It was followed by another and another. Four more ribbons of cum landed on his chest and stomach before he fell back against the mattress, breathing heavily. “Oh God, that was intense,” he said. He rubbed his hand upward and wiped it through warm cream on his chest. “I gotta clean up before my old man get home. He only went out to get the mail.”

 

Jeff snapped out of his fantasy, one he knew would be wrong to act on, and moved away from the door before he got caught. He went back down the hall to the living room and made some coughing noises to alert Kev he was home. A few minutes later Kev emerged from his room wearing a T-shirt and jeans.

 

“Hey dad, no mail?”

 

Jeff shrugged. “Nope. I guess the bill collectors haven’t caught up with us.”

 

Kev smiled. “Is it that warm out?” he asked.

 

Jeff realized he was only wearing a pair of tight cutoff shorts. “Yeah, it’s warm. You don’t need jeans, shorts would do.”

 

“Can’t. I’ve got class in an hour, and the lecture halls are air-conditioned. It gets kind of cold in there,” Kev replied. He slipped on a pair of loafers and grabbed a book from the dining table. “Later Pop.”

 

Jeff watched his son go out the door, and closed his eyes. The image of his son’s masturbation session, only moments ago, was still fresh in his mind. He replayed it, imagining what it would be like to suck that hot young cock. He mentally chastised himself for wanting to do such a thing with his own son, but his own erect cock was telling him it wasn’t a bad idea.

 

*

 

The lecture hall was packed, but Kev didn’t notice, nor did he really hear much of the lecture, his attention was on Kyle Sampson. In baggy plaid shorts, sneakers, white crew socks, and a yellow tank top, showing a smattering of chest hair, Kyle was one of the sexiest guys Kev had laid eyes on since starting college. His almost constant companion, Matt Winston, wasn’t to be overlooked either. Although dressed more conservatively in a white T-shirt, baggy plaid shorts, socks and sneakers, he was still to be drooled over, as far as Kev was concerned.

 

The lecture ended and the three boys wandered out onto the campus, heading toward the dorms and quads. “So, what did you think of the lecture?” Kyle asked.

 

Matt shrugged. “I’ll buy most of the psychology of personal space, and personal barriers, but the parts about learning to break the barriers or increase the personal space, that’s more open to interpretation.”

 

“Wow, you actually listened.” Kyle teased.

 

“Fuck you,” Matt replied.

 

“Looking to invade my personal space, are you?” Kyle asked.

 

Matt didn’t answer. He flipped his friend his middle finger, and Kyle wiggled his tongue at it. “So, Kev, I thought you’d be too exhausted to make it to class,” Matt said.

 

Kyle looked from Matt to Kev. “Secrets, boys?”

 

Kev smiled. “No, Matt called me earlier and while we were talking he dared me to jerk off.” 

 

Kyle laughed. “And you did it?”

 

Kev smiled. “Well, only because it was a dare, and I was horny.” He slapped Matt on the back. “So, buddy, you know what you owe me?”

 

Matt shrugged as the three young men walked across the quad to the library. “Well, I know what I said I’d owe you, but the question is where?”

 

“What?” Kyle asked. “What does he owe you?” He was anxious to see his buddy pay up on a dare.

 

“Don’t tell him,” Matt said. “Unless he agrees to accept a dare from you as well,” he prompted.

 

Kev paused. “Well, Kyle, it does seem fair. Since you weren’t in on the original dare, you should accept one from me in order to get to participate in Mike’s dare.”

 

Kyle was quiet for a moment, thinking what Kev might come up with. “Well, I’ll go along with that, but then you’ll owe me a dare.”

 

The boys shook hands. “Okay, Matt promised, if I would jerk off while he and I talked this afternoon on the phone, he would do a live show for me.”

 

“Cool!” Kyle gave a low whistle. “So now I’ll get to watch it?”

 

Matt paused outside the library door. “He didn’t tell you all of it. He gets to pick the location of my show.”

 

Kyle’s ears perked up. “As in?”

 

“As in, the third floor of the college library, back row of stacks, pants around his ankles,” Kev answered.

 

Kyle looked around. “You’re not kidding, are you?”

 

“Nope,” Matt said. He entered the library, followed by his two friends. Trying not to look suspicious, the three boys casually went first to the card catalogue, and then they headed up the stairs to the third floor. Once there, they scanned the level, making sure they were relatively safe.

 

“What made you come up with this?” Kyle whispered.

 

“I agreed to do something in a semi-public place if Kev had phone sex with me,” Matt answered in a low whisper. There was only one other person on the third floor, and they were seated at one of the center tables far enough away not to notice.

 

The boys made their way to the back of the stacks. “Well, let me get this over with,” Matt said. He handed Kev his books, looked around again, and opened his fly. He reached in and began playing with himself.

 

“Hey dude,” Kev whispered. “Pants around ankles, remember?”

 

Matt cast his eyes downward. “Okay, I know.” He opened his baggy shorts and let them fall to the ground. He wasn’t wearing underwear, of which both Kev and Kyle took note. They all glanced around again, and then Matt started in earnest to stroke his semi-hard cock. It took a few minutes, but he stroked himself enough to get a solid boner sticking up against his belly. He began to stroke faster.

 

Kev and Kyle kept watch, but tried not to look away too often, as they were both fascinated with watching their buddy jerk off in front of them in such a public place. Both boys knew if Matt could do this, they would eventually be dared to do the same or a similar performance.

 

Matt’s fist was almost a blur as he pumped faster, trying to keep as quiet as possible. The slapping of his balls against his legs was the only sound and he hoped it wouldn’t attract any unwanted attention to their location. He felt as though it was taking forever, but he hadn’t passed the three-minute mark when he felt the build up in his balls began to erupt. It was at that minute he realized he was going to have to shoot on the floor. Oh God, he thought, evidence.

 

Kyle and Kev watched their friend’s face flush, and then saw the explosion of come shooting from his cock and landing on the floor and against the shelf in front of him. Another ribbon of cum flew out and up, arching and falling to the ground. Two more, shorter spurts followed. Matt stroked several more times before stopping and pulling up his pants.

 

He breathed heavily, sighed, and whispered. “Dude, that was so intense.” He smiled at Kyle. “I can’t wait to see what your dare will be.”

 

Kev smiled at both of his friends. “Hey, you’ve got practice, and I’ve a class. Later dudes.”

 

*

 

Matt moved silently into his house. He saw his dad’s car in the driveway, but didn’t hear any answer when he called out. He walked down the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom, passed his parents bedroom door, which was open. He heard water running in their shower. He walked it and noticed the bathroom door was open. As he glanced around the corner, he saw his father in the shower, with his back to the glass door.

 

Matt had seen his father naked on several occasions, but there was something erotic about this, something he never before considered. It wasn’t like he wanted to have sex with his father, but he was appreciating his father’s naked backside through the steamy and wet glass. Then he noticed something. His father’s right hand was soaping his cock in a jerking motion. He watched for a moment to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing, and it registered, his father was jerking off in the shower.

 

Matt felt himself getting hard at the thought of his father stroking himself. He wished his father would turn a bit to the side so he could get a slightly better view. As if by magic, his father did turn to the side, and he saw him fisting a good sized cock, which stuck straight out in front of him.

 

He rubbed his own cock through his pants and watched his father lean his head back and shudder. He couldn’t believe he was seeing his own father shooting a load. He watched for a second, and then realized his father was finished and moving to turn off the shower. He backed out quietly and waited in the hallway until he heard the shower door open.

 

“Dad, I’m home,” he called out from the hallway.

 

“I’m in here,” his father answered him.

 

Matt re-entered the bedroom and came to the bathroom door where he saw his still naked father with a towel hanging around his neck. “Have a good shower?” He asked. God, what a stupid thing to say, he thought.

 

“Yeah,” Gary replied. “I needed to relieve some stress.”

 

"Stress,” Matt repeated. “Well, I’m home. I’ve got some studying to do.” He left his father alone and thought about what he just saw. He knew he would fantasize about it later, in bed, when he was reliving some of his own stress.

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