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[talesfromunderthemattress]

After-School Special

I knew he’d be home anyway, but seeing his truck in the driveway gave my cock an extra twitch. I’d been hard ever since I’d rushed out of practice, skipping the shower because he liked me that way, trying not to grope myself too much as I drove home, and trying not to break the speed limit getting there. I pulled up to the curb, grabbed my bag, and slipped quietly in the side door.

I didn’t know if he’d still be asleep, since he worked third shift and all, so I tiptoed through the house to the master bedroom, and tried not to suck in a sharp breath at the sight of him. It was always like that. He always looked so fuckin’ good. Especially like this, big and thick and muscular, just so damn manly, with his big, hairy legs sprawled out, and that thick, powerful ass of his upraised, like an invitation. Which it was.

I set my bag down quietly and crept into the room, eyes on his spectacular manly nakedness, my hand already reaching out for the big, hard muscle of his calf. The feel of it under my fingers sent an electric signal all the way down to my cock, making it throb in my UAs, even more as I slowly ran my fingers up the back of that big thigh, inching closer and closer to the grand prize - the big, hair-dusted curve of his hard, manly ass. It seemed to swell with the slow, even rhythm of his sleeping breath, and when my fingers finally trailed up the hard, fleshy arc of it, it flexed, dimpling deep as his breathing shifted. Then flexed harder as I raced over the warm, thick flesh, making a steely curve as it responded to my touch. My hand found the big bulge in my shorts and squeezed lustily.

“Hey Sport,” he said into the pillow, deep voice thick with sleep, pushing that beautiful butt back more into my hand as I cupped and squeezed it, slow and kind of gentle.

“Sorry… didn’t mean to wake you,” I said, staring down at his body, feeling the tickle of manly fur under my stroking fingertips.

“I’m sure glad you did, bud,” he said, smiling sleepily at me as he turned his head on the pillow to look at me. His eyes creased at the corners in a deeper smile as he saw me palming my big young bulge. “Mmmm… lookin’ good, stud.”

“Thanks… you too,” I chuckled. This was all still a little bit new, so I was still shy about it. But his smile, his body, the keen look in his eyes as he looked my half-sweaty, post-practice teen body up and down couldn’t be denied.

He reached out, his big hand gently brushing mine off my throbbing bulge, and lazily rubbed the backs of his fingers over me, growling low and deep in his big chest as he traced over the outline.

“Damn, real nice, bud… c’mere,” he said, tugging on the hem of my sweaty T-shirt to pull me closer.

Okumaya devam et

[talesfromunderthemattress]

Parental Unit

This one’s inspired by a suggestion from the master himself, Bill Drake.

I still felt a little bit awkward around them, but the boys - well, the men, I guess - couldn’t have been more at ease. It’s just how they were, how they’d always been. Connected, together, big and happy and totally comfortable in their skin. Since they were in high school, I guess, and it had just grown deeper over time between them. Not a phase, like I’d initially thought - Bennett was 30 now, and Davis was coming up right behind him, and it looked like they were in it for the long haul together. A couple. Brothers and partners.

I watched them splash around down at the base of the waterfall - one of their favorite places, and they’d been excited to show it to me. This was my first time out in Hawaii since my honeymoon with their mother. Ancient history, like the marriage now. The boys had been out here for almost a year, in a nice little house on a hillside, a mango tree in the yard. Two bedrooms - one for me, and one for them. The first time they’d really been explicitly open as a couple around me. Something that had nagged at the back of my mind since they were younger, and first getting into the depth of their brotherly bond. Becoming the couple they were now, in hindsight.

We hadn’t really talked about it, because how do you broach that subject with your own sons? Instead, they just kind of put themselves out there for me to accept. Ben’s big arm slung round his younger brother’s thick neck with unmistakable intimacy. Their bare knees pressed companionably together on the sofa on their deck. The way Ben’s hand moved from the Jeep’s stickshift to Davis’ thigh on the drive up here. All the visual cues of a couple very much in love.

We hadn’t talked about it, because I didn’t know how. But last night, my first night, as they’d leaned against the deck railing either side of me, the three of us listening to the ocean, looking down at the lights, when Ben’s thick arm slipped round my waist on one side, and then Davis’ on the other, I went with it. Went with the slow surge of my paternal cock in my shorts, thickening faster as Davis’ lips pressed softly to the muscle of my shoulder.

“We’re glad you’re here, Dad,” Ben had said from the other side, and when I turned to smile at him, already feeling the flush of excitement and nerves on my face, he leaned in and kissed my lips, slow and soft.

“Glad you’re with us, big guy,” Davis said, and I turned to see his handsome face, so much like his big brother’s, leaning in to press his lips to mine.

Okumaya devam et

[talesfromunderthemattress]

Open Flame

Brock and I stood at the top of the driveway, shovels in hand, and surveyed our work. The snow hadn’t been too bad so far, but we were in for a real pounding, so getting the driveway cleared and salted before the real stuff came was job one.

I stretched, and grunted at the throb of my lower back. I was in good shape, especially for a guy in my mid-forties. I worked out three times a week, tried to be active every day. But still, I wasn’t as young as I used to be. Not as young and strong as Brock was, and a solid hour of manual labor had me feeling it now, all over.

”You OK, big guy?” he said, giving me a concerned look.

“Yeah, just ready to get indoors and be done with everything,” I said, grimacing as I twisted my torso slowly back and forth.

“Go on ahead then, Dad,” he said, with that big, charming smile of his. “I’m gonna go clear Mrs Granger’s drive, then I’m done too.”

I watched him trot across the street, admiring and proud as hell of my boy. He’d always been a good kid, polite and considerate, eager to help. Old Mrs Granger likely wasn’t going anywhere for the next few days anyhow, but Brock was that kind of boy. Well, that kind of man, now, I thought with a rueful smile as I watched him set to work, broad-shouldered and powerful, flinging snow smoothly and quickly like a human machine.

Twenty minutes later, I was standing in the kitchen, taking the first sip of a fresh pot of coffee, watching the next round of snow starting to fall in the backyard, when he came in, rosy-cheeked and handsome as hell as he plucked his knit cap off.

“Nice, fresh coffee,” he said, rubbing his hands eagerly, clapping my shoulder with his big hand as he stepped up to get a mug. I grunted a little at the throb in my shoulder, and he gave me that concerned look again.

“I bet you could use a backrub,” he said, and I chuckled at the idea of it.

“Nah, I’m serious,” he said with that big smile of his. “Nothing better after a workout. I just took this Kinesiology course last semester, and I think I’ve gotten pretty good at it.”

I cleared my throat and looked away, my head full of pictures of big young Brock, slowly rubbing my body with his powerful hands.

“Thanks, but I’ll be OK, bud,” I said. “I’ll just go take a shower and rub some liniment on…”

“Bull,” he said firmly, giving me a flash of the man he was becoming. Strong. Decisive. Determined. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later, Dad. Go take that shower, and I’ll find some lotion or something.”

He gave me that smile, and I could see he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I shrugged, grinned, finished my coffee, and headed for my bathroom.

The thing is… something had happened when he was home over Christmas break. Something between us. We hadn’t talked about it since then, and I figured it had been one of those things. Sometimes, I had to convince myself it wasn’t just a fantasy - but no, it had happened.

We’d gotten a little buzzed after he’d come back from his mother’s place Christmas night, unwrapping our gifts to each other by the fire, and I don’t know why, but he’d leaned in and kissed me. Quiet at first, but unmistakably intimate. And maybe it had been the bourbon, or just the overall good feeling I had inside, having my big, handsome kid back with me again, but I’d kissed him back. And we’d gone on from there. The sight of him down between my spread thighs, sucking on my cock, backlit by the fire, was imprinted on my memory for life. That, and the taste of his cock when I returned the favor, summoning up skills that I’d worried had gone a little rusty since my freewheeling college days. Apparently not, because he’d clutched my head and pumped a big, thick load of creamy college-boy cum down my throat, then kissed me deeply right after. And then we’d gone to bed, and the next day, it was like it had never happened. Sure, maybe he was a little more touchy-feely with me, slipping his arm around my waist and squeezing from time to time. Maybe he’d been waiting for me to make the first move, like I was waiting for him to do - but apart from the tender kiss he gave me at the door a few days later as he got ready to make the drive back to school, that had been it between us.

So I tried not to think about all that, I really did, as I showered, but of course, my cock was long and thick and hardening as I soaped up my tired, achy muscles, fully hard by the time I was drying off. I had to take a minute and will my paternal hardon away, before I tugged my sweats and an old T-shirt on. Then I sucked in a deep breath, gave myself a stern mental talking-to, and headed out to the living room.

The fire was crackling, the room warm and cozy. And there Brock was, my son sprawled out on a blanket in front of it, stripped down to a lime-green pair of designer briefs I’d never seen on him before. Christ, he looked incredible. He always had, really, ever since his mid-teens, when I’d first started guiltily noticing him, and my cock had too. Big, hard-muscled all over, the body he’d built up playing football and baseball through high school honed even more in the college gym. He looked like a goddamn underwear model. My cock started to harden again. I swallowed hard, frozen in place, and then he looked up at me and smiled.

“Hey… you ready?” he said, and I didn’t have the words. My mind certainly wasn’t ready, but my body apparently was, because I was nodding and stepping towards him before I knew what was happening.

Okumaya devam et

[talesfromunderthemattress]

Father’s Day Tales: Lucky Cap

“You almost ready, Charlie?” I called out from the kitchen. “We gotta go, tee time’s at midday!”

“Almost there!” I heard him holler down the hallway from the bedrooms. Probably looking at himself in the mirror, making sure his outfit was just right. Kids these days. I didn’t think I was that vain at his age, though I was probably lying to myself about that. Hell, he had every right to be a little into himself - he was a fine-looking young stud, a genuinely good-looking man nowadays. Big-shouldered, thick-muscled from all the sports he’d played in high school, and now from the gym on campus. A nice thick sheaf of dark-blond hair, square jaw, his grandfather’s strong profile. My profile, I thought to myself with a little sense of self-satisfaction.

He looked right in just about anything. Right now, though, we were getting close to running late, and I was just ready for him to present his good-looking ass so we could get moving. I’d thought he might want to skip the Father’s Day tournament down at the local club. We’d played in the father-son game for years, since he was a little kid, and I knew he wasn’t much of a golfer these days. I’d been surprised when he’d asked me if I’d registered for it back at the end of May, but pleased too. He was almost done with college, probably off to kick ass in New York or someplace far away after that. Times like these were starting to feel more and more precious to me, as I watched my boy mature into a man, ready to start a man’s life on his own terms. Find his way in the world.

Quit it, Bill, I told myself. Just enjoy the day, don’t get all “Cats in the Cradle.”

I slid my phone into my pocket, grabbed the car keys, and looked around for my lucky ballcap. All these years playing this tournament and we’d never quite managed to win it. I was hoping my Sox cap might help get us there this year. OK, maybe it was a silly semi-superstitious way of thinking, but I loved that ballcap. Charlie had gotten it for me for Father’s Day years back, paying for it with his pocket money, after a trip I’d taken him on to see the Sox play at Fenway. We still watched the Sox games on TV together when we could, even though I hadn’t lived up North since after grad school. I still remembered the look on his face when he’d given it to me - a little nervous, hoping that I’d like it; excited to see my reaction; and the big smile that had broken out on his already-handsome young face when he saw how his gift had touched me. It was a subtle commemoration of that trip together, and I was deeply gladdened to know he wanted to preserve that special father-son time together as much as I did. I wore it with pride whenever I could.

It was a nice way to stay in touch with the old days, and wearing it reminded me of all those good times with my boy by my side. Especially that first trip on our own together, just us guys, and how much he’d enjoyed “man time” with his old man. The special kind of glow you feel when you and your boy are truly bonding, that’s hard to describe if you don’t have a son. That old cap signified all of that to me - the strength of our relationship, the enduring love I had for my kid, and how tight we still were, even now that he was more or less all grown up, a man in his own right. Still my boy though, always would be, and today of all days seemed like the perfect occasion to wear the cap he’d given me with pride.

“You seen my cap anywhere?” I called down the hallway. Jesus, he really needed to hurry it the hell up, I was kind of hoping for a beer before we teed off.

“Yeah, I got it here, Dad,” he called out. I started to make my way down the hall to his bedroom.

“We really gotta go, bud,” I said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, and now his voice sounded a little strained. The hell was he doing, putting on a corset? “I’m coming, Dad.”

I rounded the corner to his bedroom doorway, and stopped dead in my tracks. There he stood, shorts and underwear pooled around his ankles, his polo shirt pulled up under his armpits, showing off a fine set of tanned, thick abdominals, a long, powerful pair of golden-furred thighs, and the deeply dimpled clench of his big, round ex-jock ass. All that, and the length of his big young cock, thick and hard as steel in his hand as he jacked himself, fast and slick. He looked up and grinned at me.

“Jesus fuck,” I grunted. He looked like one of those so-called straight college jock types the porn companies seemed to favor nowadays. Not that I was complaining. I felt my cock throb to life inside my underwear.

Okumaya devam et

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12 Tales of Christmas: Early Present

“Anybody home?” I called out as I stepped through the front door. The house was quiet, no cars in the driveway. That might mean I could take some time to relax before everyone got home, maybe rub one out after four hours on the road. It had been awhile since I’d stroked a load out in my own bed, and the idea sure had a nice ring to it.

“Yeah, down here,” I heard Dad call from downstairs. I set my duffel bag and my backpack down, hung my car keys on the hook, and headed down to the rec room and Dad’s office beyond it.

“Hey Dad… oh damn,” I grunted, stopping dead in my tracks in the door to his office.

Dad was half-bent, half-crouched over his desk, his back to the door, naked as the day he was born. My cock had already been stirring awake, in anticipation of a nice, slow jack session up in my room, and it was waking up even faster now, filling my jeans real quick as I stared at his big, fit, utterly naked body. The way he was posed, waiting for me.

“Welcome home, bud,” he grinned back over his shoulder at me, then reached back to put his hand on his ass, sliding it slowly down his thigh. Even in middle age, he still had an amazing ass and great legs, features I’d inherited from him, and hoped to maintain as well as he had.

“Damn, glad to be home,” I said, eyes still locked on the solid muscles of his glutes, the bulge of his quads, the heavy dangle of his big hefty balls between his thighs. I found myself stepping into the room, drawn in by his big, studly body, almost without even knowing I was moving. The closer I got, the better he looked, and the more I started to notice…

Okumaya devam et

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12 Tales of Christmas: Moving In

“Welcome home, bud,” I said as he shut the trunk, a big smile on his face as he stepped up to me, wrapped his free arm around my shoulders and gave me a firm hug, slapping my back a couple times for emphasis.

“Thanks, glad to be home.” he said. “And merry post-Christmas, I guess,” he added with a chuckle.

He smelled good, damn good, some kind of light, clean fragrance on him as I savored the moment. My boy, done with school and the holiday stuff at his mother’s. Back with me again, and even though it had only been a couple weeks since his December graduation ceremony, I’d missed him more than I thought I would. But he was here now, and that was all that mattered.

“C’mon, let’s get your stuff inside,” I said, reluctantly breaking the hug, stepping back to take in the sight of him, standing there in the California sunshine. As always, he looked fine - finer than ever, really, with his ballcap tugged low over his handsome face, his shirt undone a couple of buttons, showing off the smooth skin of his firm upper chest. He’d really gotten the best of me and Maria, and had turned out better looking than either of us, a mix of my build, his mother’s Latina coloring, and a good-looking face that had made the girls a little nuts for him since he was a kid.

Definitely not a kid anymore, though - not with the size of the bulge packing the front of his pants all snugly. Genes from my side of the family, I couldn’t help but think with a little bit of pride. 22 going on 23 now, and definitely all man, that was for sure. He was a damn fine sight to behold, had been for several years now, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of wistfulness and envy - he was really coming into his prime, handsome and athletic and bright and young, a world full of possibilities awaiting him.

He didn’t have all that much with him - I’d brought a load back from his off-campus house after graduation, and all that was left was a couple of duffel bags of clothes and a box of books. I set them down at the foot of the stairs, and as I stood upright, it was his turn to hug me, strong young arms snaking around my waist as he nestled into me from behind, his chin tucked over my shoulder as he squeezed me again. I got a serious case of the warm-and-fuzzies all through me, and took a moment just to savor him and us, together again at last.

“Christmas felt endless,” he murmured. “All I could think about was getting back here. Being with you, big guy.”

I turned around in his arms, taking in the sight of him, up close and personal, and in private. Shit, seeing him as a man now was still an awesome thing, after twenty-plus years of watching him grow up. I squeezed the firm, muscle-packed arms beneath his shirt, feeling him tense his biceps up for me. His grin was a mix of shit-eating and confident, the man in him winning out over the boy he’d been.

“I like this on you,” I said, reaching up to graze my thumb over the little patch of dark beard on his chin, all carefully trimmed and shaped, setting off the boyish handsomeness of his features. “Damn, you’re looking more and more like a man every time I see you, kiddo.”

“More of a man, you mean, Dad,” he said. “Your man, right?”

My guts tingled a little at that, at the easy self-confidence, the depth of his voice, the warm intent of his brown-eyed gaze. At his words, more than anything. My son - my man. Yeah.

The kiss came naturally, his lips full and soft on mine, moist and a little chewing-gum minty, parting naturally as our mouths worked together. He drew his arms tighter around me as I did the same to him, pulling each other in close as the kiss deepened, lips smacking softly together. The last time we’d kissed had been his graduation weekend a couple of weeks back - a hard, hungry, months-apart kind of kiss, full of heat and lust and need. This one, though, was a kiss of a different kind - long, warm, deep, passionate in a whole different way. Just savoring each other and the electric connection of our lips and tongues.

“Let’s get your stuff put up, before we get too carried away,” I said when we reached a natural break point in the kiss, squeezing the close-cropped bristles on the back of his neck, the way he’d always loved. My cock was throbbing inside my jeans, full and hard, and from the constant graze of his big young bulge against mine, he was feeling it just as much as I was.

“We are gonna get carried away though, right Dad?” he grinned over his shoulder at me as he picked up one of his duffels and started up the stairs, two at a time. My eyes flicked down at the bulge of his firm, muscular ass as it stretched against his pants, and I felt the old, familiar hunger inside me intensify. I couldn’t help but reach up to give one solid globe a deep, playful squeeze.

“Fuck yeah, I thought so,” he chuckled, heading for the landing as I picked up his other things and followed behind him.

Okumaya devam et

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