Date: Tue, 07 Oct 2003 00:51:18 +0000
From: Guy Jameson <guyjameson@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 20

This chapter contains explicit descriptions of sex between
men and boys.  If you are offended by this type of activity
or incest, you need to skip this part.  If you live in an
area where it is illegal to read about this type of
activity, move.  If you like what you read, please e-mail me
at guyjameson@hotmail.com.

This story belongs to my family and me and is copyrighted
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Enjoy!

                   THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON
                   CHAPTER 20: DAVE AND JJ

                            2000

GUY TELLS THIS PART OF THE STORY.  FINALLY!  I GET TO SPEAK.

     I woke the morning after Davey's birthday party.  JJ
was sleeping nestled in the crook of my arm, one arm resting
on my chest.  Davey was curled against his father's back.
One of his arms was across JJ's chest, his hand caught in
the space between us.  It had been a rough night.  JJ was
full of remorse and guilt about raping his son; Davey tried
to convince his Dad it was his fault.  Sleep had come only
because the three of us were too exhausted to do anything
else.

     I loved these two and would give anything to see them
happy and content with what had transpired.  They loved each
other.  I knew it wasn't rape but seduction.  JJ was
convinced he had become overcome by the alcohol and
marijuana he had consumed and had raped the boy.  Davey knew
he had seduced his Dad-that this was the one thing he'd
wanted for as long as he could remember.  He hated the idea
that he had caused his Dad so much distress.  For that,
Davey felt guilty.  He'd wanted his Dad too much and had
been willing to do whatever it took to get his Dad to take
him to bed.

     Not exactly something I would have planned, but it had
happened and there was no getting around that fact, for
sure.  Now the problem was what to do about it.

     I extricated myself from the tangle of bodies, made a
head call and started for the kitchen.  Coffee was what I
needed and lots of it.  As I left the bedroom I often shared
with my lover/son/son-in-law (What the hell label fit us?
We'd been lovers for over twenty years.  JJ had taken my
surname and had married to please me-to give me
grandchildren.  We'd slept apart; we'd slept together.  We'd
had great sex together and with other men.  We'd never been
exclusive as far as sex was concerned.  It was enough for
both of us that no matter how many other men there might be
we'd always end up together.  Well labels aren't important I
guess.  We had a great family and I was determined nothing
would damage it.)

     I smelled coffee.  Obviously someone was already awake.

     I walked into the kitchen.  Cherokee and Rob were
sitting at the table, sipping the very heady brew of
caffeine I always preferred.

     "Good morning, Guy," both young men greeted me.

     "How are things with Dad and David?" asked Rob.

     "OK, I guess.  They are both still asleep.  I don't
suppose either of you would want to shed any light on what
happened last night, do you?"

     They answered in unison, "No".

     "Is that a 'no' you don't WANT to shed the light or
that you CAN'T shed any?"

     "I guess we can't tell you anything you don't already
know, Guy.  You know Dave has wanted to get with Dad for the
longest time.  I think last night just gave him the
opportunity and he took it.  Dad certainly shouldn't feel
like he raped the little slut.  Dave wanted him in the worst
way."

     "That may not have been the WORST way, but it sure
wasn't the BEST way either," responded Cherokee, with an
obvious laugh in his voice.  "Working in a bar, I've seen a
lot of man to man seduction, but last night pretty well took
the cake.  I thought JJ was going to rip David in half.  But
that's what David wanted."

     "Everyone knew Davey wanted his Dad, except his Dad.  A
couple of months ago, Davey came to me.  He was very serious
. . . "

     Before I could finish my comment, Dave walked into the
kitchen.  He, like the other two boys, was naked.  (I'd put
on a robe because the house felt chilly.)  Unlike Cherokee
and Rob, his cock was raised to half-mast.

     "I want to get some coffee for Dad."

     "Are things OK with you two then?" I asked.

     "Sure, Guy.  Why shouldn't they be?"

     "Why shouldn't they be?"  I'd left the bedroom fifteen
minutes ago.  Both Dave and his father were seemingly sound
asleep.  They'd both cried themselves to sleep the night
before.  Now, I do believe in miracles.  But in this
household I'M the miracle worker with any problems that
arise!  How could Dave assume there were no problems between
him and his dad?

     Dave walked toward the coffeepot.  The three of us at
the table watched him as he moved.  He was fully aware of
the stares he was getting and allowed his half-hard penis
flop from left to right as he moved.  As he poured the cups
of coffee, he flexed first his right ass cheek and then his
left.  Dave thoroughly enjoyed putting on a show.  He added
a bit of cream to one cup; lifted it to his lips, turned to
face his audience and winked over the rim of the cup.

     The thought passed through my mind of how perfectly
beautiful was this fourteen-year-old boy.  His back tapered
from shoulders to well a rounded butt.  There were no hairs
to mar the beauty of his back.  As he turned to face us,
cock now at full mast, I realized he was no longer a little
boy.  There was a thick bush of hair above his hard five or
six inches, ending a trail of hair that split his pecs.  The
hair under his arms peeked out, black and lush.  His wink at
his brother and his other brother's lover emphasized the
length of his eyelashes.  Yes, there was little about this
young man that would not cause another man's lust.

     I felt a stirring in my own cock and reached under the
table to make an adjustment.  There were two other hands
under that table.  When Rob pulled his hand out he raised it
to his mouth and licked an unexpected bit of moisture from
his fingers; an action that was not missed by the youngest
of JJ's sons.

     Dave picked up the other cup of coffee and walked from
the room, cock hard and swaying back and forth, sashaying
his butt as he walked.  We heard a soft chuckle as he exited
the room.

     "Boy, what a slut," responded Rob.  "That boy could
seduce an angel-and would probably try if he had the
opportunity."

     We laughed at Rob's joke, fully knowing what he said
was true.

     I finished my coffee and went upstairs toward my room
to shave and shower.  As I passed JJ's bedroom I noticed the
door was open.  I walked in to speak to my son-in-law but
the bed was empty.  The door to his bathroom was open.
Going toward the door, I stopped as I saw through the clear
glass of the shower stall.  JJ was on his knees.  Dave's
cock worked in and out of his father's mouth.  They must
have been going at it for a few minutes because as I turned
to leave them in private, Dave moaned loudly, signaling the
beginning of his orgasm.

     A bit stunned by this sight, I walked slowly to my own
suite of rooms.

     'Well,' I thought laughing to myself, 'I guess
everything has been worked out by those two.'

     I finished shaving and taking a shower.  After slipping
on a pair of soccer shorts, I returned downstairs, refilled
my coffee and went into the living room to read the paper.
Rob was sitting in a chair, watching the news on CNN.

     "Where's Cherokee?" I asked.

     "He's gone to the Upper Room to wake Jase.  They both
need to get to work.  But I think Dave's little performance
may have made Cherokee think he needed a bit of time with
Jase before they leave."  Rob laughed.

     I sat on the sofa, opening the paper.

     "Guy?"

     "Yes, Rob."

     "May I talk to you for a few minutes?"

     "Of course, Boy.  You know you can talk to me anytime."

     I put down the paper.  Rob rose from his chair and
joined me on the sofa.  He scooted over next to me,
prompting me to put an arm across his shoulders.  Rob was
still naked and he placed one leg close to mine-almost but
not quite touching me.

     "Guy?"

     "Yes?"

     "What do you think about what Dave and Dad did last
night?"

     "I'm not sure what you're getting at, Rob.  You know I
quit judging what people do a long time ago.  What happened
last night and what happens in the near future is purely up
to them."

     "But aren't you a little jealous?  We kind of thought
you and Dad were lovers."

     "No, I'm not jealous of Dave . . . Well maybe I'm a
little jealous . . .And your Dad and I are Lovers, I guess.
But we have an arrangement.  We've never been exclusive."

     "But you never have any other men, do you?"

     "Oh, yes, Rob.  I've had my share of other men."  I
laughed a bit softly.

     "But would you ever want to have sex with a boy?"

     "Rob, I'm too old for you to be asking that question of
me.  What boy would want to sleep with a man my age.  I'm a
grandfather, after all . . . Sure I probably wouldn't mind a
young man or a boy lusting after me.  I'm only human.  Any
man would love to have a younger lover.  It helps old guys
feel younger and wanted."  There was a tinge of laughter in
my voice.  I was trying to keep this conversation light, but
at the same time I didn't want Rob to think I wasn't taking
his questions seriously.

     Rob sat quietly for a few minutes.  He'd scooted his
body a bit closer to me, his head beginning to rest more on
my shoulder and chest.  His leg was pressed against min.
One hand was resting on the thigh.

     Now this may seem strange to some people.  It isn't
everyday a sixteen-year old boy sits like this with his
grandfather.  But I had a very close relationship to these
boys and had never discouraged physical closeness.  Not
because I had any great sexual desire for them but because I
didn't want them to think of the body or physical contact
was anything dirty or to be avoided.  As a result, Rob's
closeness to me did not seem out of the ordinary.

     But I couldn't help notice how good-looking this boy
was.  Being the fourth son, Rob was sometimes ignored or not
given enough credit for his accomplishments.  I knew that to
be true, not because he was intentionally neglected but he
didn't really demand the attention given to his brothers. It
was probably also true of Jason.  Jase and Rob because of
their birth order were just at the "edge of the crack".  I
guess that's a part of what psychologists call the middle
child syndrome.

     Looking at this boy beside me, though, made me realize
that he was as beautiful in physique as well as personality
as any of the others.  Like his brothers, Rob was well
constructed.  He had a deep chest, lightly covered with dark
hair.  His legs were long, strong, well muscled.  Rob,
though had unusually long fingers.  A pianist's fingers,
some would say.  In fact Rob played the piano quite
well-maybe not concert quality, but he, unlike his brothers,
enjoyed playing music.  He frequently entertained us and his
friends with his piano skills and technique.

     Now he was sitting next to me trying to get into a very
serious conversation about sex between older men and boys.
Obviously the party last night had effected him more deeply
than I had thought.

     "Rob, what do you think about last night?  Do you think
there was something wrong with what happened?"

     Rob didn't answer right away.  He was often quiet and
thoughtful and chose carefully which of his thoughts would
be shared with other people and how he would share them.

     "I don't know, Guy.  Last night contained all the
elements of what society condemns about gay men-rape,
seduction, and incest.  Naturally incest doesn't bother me."
He giggled at that.  "And it only looked like rape.  If it
was rape, Dad was the victim, not the perpetrator.  I think
Dave had been planning something like that for a long time.
So I guess it was OK."

     Rob grew pensive again for several minutes.

     "Guy?"

     "Yes?"

     "What's the youngest man you've had sex with?"

     Now it was my turn to be quiet and thoughtful.  Where
could this conversation be going?  What was Rob really
trying to find out?

     "Well . . . I guess it has to be Carlos.  He was twenty
when I met him and hired him to take care of the Jefferson
house."

     I had inherited the house in Jefferson TX from the
boys' grandmother and had lived there for a few years after
she died.  I'd met Carlos and had formed a good relationship
with the young when I decided to move back to Tulsa to be
with JJ and the boys.  That was fourteen years ago.  Carlos
had stayed in the house and kept it up for me.  The boys had
met him several times when one or more of them would
accompany me south.

     "And you had sex with him?  He was awfully good
looking, Guy.  I guess he still is . . . What did you'all
do?"

     "Do you mean what did we do sexually, Rob?  I don't
think I'll answer that . . . What two men do with each other
is not something that should be discussed with a third
party.  I certainly would never ask you what you and Dave
have done.  Or for that matter what you've done with your
other brothers."

     "You don't have to ask what I've done with my brothers,
especially David.  They tell it all!  Especially David, Ron
too.  They've described in lurid detail what we've done."

     "Yes, I guess that's true, Boy.  Does that bother you?"

     "No.  Maybe a little.  It's just that sometimes I think
some things shouldn't be discussed with the whole family.
You know what I mean?"

     "That's exactly what I was saying about Carlos and me,
Rob.  Some things just aren't open for discussion."

     We sat in silence for a little longer.  Rob settled in
even more closely to me.  I could feel his hot breath
blowing across my shoulders onto my chest, rustling through
my thatch of hair.  Rob's hand on my thigh was making soft
brushing movements against me.

     Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on one's point
of view, my aged cock was beginning to betray what I was
feeling at that point.  It was becoming slightly rigid-just
enough to tent the shorts I was wearing.  Rob's dick was
making its own ascent.

     Rob raised his mouth to my ear.

     He whispered, "Guy, I don't think you're too old.  I
find you incredibly sexy."

     "Rob! What are you saying?  You can't mean what I think
you mean."

     "Yes, I can mean it, Guy!  I want to go to bed with
you.  Remember when I was a kid and I'd get in bed with you
when I was frightened or upset or couldn't go to sleep.  I
loved those times, Guy.  I loved lying in your arm, smelling
your scent.  I loved the way your chest hair would tickle my
face, especially my nose.  When you'd wrap your arms around
me and hold me close, all I could think of was licking your
body.  I wanted to taste every part of you.  Later when I
discovered sex, I'd lie awake at night just thinking of
taking your cock into my mouth, sucking on it, drinking the
essence of your being.  I wanted you to enter my body and
leave your deposit of cum in my mouth or in my ass.  It
didn't matter which.  Guy, I want you.  I want you to take
me to bed."

     "But, Rob.  I'm too old for you to . . ."

     "Guy," he interrupted, "I don't care how old you are.
I want you and I always have.  It's not fair that David can
have the man he wants and for you to refuse me.  Even if I'm
not your favorite I . . . "

     It was my turn to interrupt, "Rob don't ever sell
yourself short.  I love you as much as any boy in this
house.  I realize you may feel left out sometimes, but that
doesn't mean I don't love you or that your father doesn't
love you.  But I . . ."

     Rob had run his hand inside the leg of my soccer shorts
and was pulling at my hardening cock.

     "See Guy?  You're not too old.  That baby maker down
there is as hard as it needs to be and I want it."

     Rob bent over my lap, pulling the leg of my shorts up
and took my cock into his mouth.  I was in a state of shock.
Not sure what I should do, I did nothing and let the boy
pull my shorts down, raising my ass from the sofa as he
jerked my shorts over my ankles and off my feet.  I realized
that I wanted this boy every bit as much as he seemed to
want me.

     "Please Guy," he said.  "Take me to bed."

     'Talk about a line from a nineteenth century novel,' I
thought.

     Rob took my hand, stood and then pulled me up from the
sofa.  Holding on as if his life depended on it, he pulled
me, not too unreluctantly, I should say, towards the stairs
to the dormitory.

     We entered the room.  Rob led me to his bed.  He lay
down on his back and pulled his legs back onto his chest.
His beautiful ass was opened to me.  The puckered skin
around his boy cunt winked at me, giving an invitation I
thought I would never receive.

     "Fuck me, Guy.  Please fuck me."

     I adjusted Rob's excited body so his head rested on his
pillows; his ass on the bed.  I leaned over him and kissed
his beautiful mouth.  Rob pushed his tongue into my mouth,
literally taking my breath away.  His tongue was so sweet.
I sucked it.  I pushed my tongue into his mouth to taste the
inside of this teen-ager's mouth.  I laid down beside him
and pulled him closer to me.

     "Are you sure you want this, Rob?"

     "Yes, Guy.  I want it more than you can ever imagine."

     I readjusted myself to lie with my face against his
fragrant ass, lying on my stomach, my legs spread out behind
me.  His perfume invited my mouth to enter him.  I licked up
his ass, avoiding the hole he wanted me to enter.  I wanted
nothing more than to do what this beautiful man-child
wanted.  But I knew it would change the structure of this
family forever if I did his bidding.  I tasted his opening.
There was a certain tang to his ass, a taste I wasn't
entirely foreign to but Rob's taste was richer, stronger,
better than any man or boy I had experienced before.  I
inserted my tongue into the opening, pushing it as far into
the boy as I could.

     Rob was no virgin.  That I knew.  But he closed his
sphincter around my tongue holding it inside of him as I
pushed harder to enter.

     "Guy, I'm ready.  I want your cock inside of me.
Please don't tease me.  I know what I want!  I want you to
take me like Dad did David.  I want you to push your big
cock inside of me and pound me like a two-bit whore.  Please
Guy.  Do it now!"

     "Where's your l . . .?"

     "You don't need lube, Guy.  FUCK ME!"

     I lined my cock head against his pucker and began to
push inside of him.  Now, I'm not extraordinarily big, maybe
a little longer and thicker than average, and I knew his ass
was not unaccustomed to being plowed, but I had no idea how
hard his brothers had been on him.  So I tried to take it
slow.  I wanted to be gentle, loving as I entered him. Rob
was having nothing to do with slow and easy.  As soon as he
felt my cock touch his hole, he opened it wide, grabbed my
ass cheeks and pushed himself onto me.  I sank into the
depths of his body in one stroke.

     "NOW, GUY!" he screamed into my ear.  "FUCK ME AND FUCK
ME HARD!"

     Finally I understood how strong this boy's passion had
become.  I pulled myself out as far as I could without
breaking our connection and plunged with all my strength
into his body.  I did it again.  Again.  Again.  Rob let
loose with a huge cry and shot his spunk onto his face.  The
next shot hit his chest and then his stomach.  The scent of
his cum was strong, tantalizing.  I continued to fuck him as
I licked his cream from his face and neck.  He shot another
load.  I continued my assault on his young body, forgetting
to be gentle or loving.  He shot a third load just as I
released my own cream into his accepting tunnel.  Screaming
loudly and hoarsely, I shot my cum into my grandson's body.

     I fell on top of this boy and lay there panting, trying
to recover my senses.  His loads of cum smeared onto my
chest and stomach.  He massaged my back, running his hands
tenderly from my neck to as far down as he could reach.

     "Guy, I love you.  I love you more than anyone I'll
ever know.  Thank you for doing this for me."

     "Rob, I love you too."

     We lay there for several minutes.  My cock softened and
slipped out of his ass.  My breathing finally returned to
normal.  My heart rate slowed.  I rolled off his chest and
lay beside him.  Rob curled into my arm, his head lying on
my chest.  There was cum all over my front-his cum and he
licked it from my nipple.  Raising himself onto one arm he
began to lick all of his cum from my chest.

     I reached down below his licking mouth and scooped some
of his load onto my hand.  Putting my fingers into my mouth
I tasted this sweet boy's essence for the first time.

     He lay back down and played with the remainder of his
load, smearing it all over my front.  Just playing with it.
I could feel his cock beginning to get hard again as he
pressed it against my thigh.  He hunched me slowly.


JJ'S STORY

     I did not sleep well that night-the night of David's
fourteenth birthday.  There were people in my dreams
shouting, "Rapist", "Child molester", "Abuser".  I saw my
sons shunning me like a leper.  The police came and arrested
me.  I was separated from my boys for the rest of my life.
I woke with a start, hearing my own voice shouting, "No, I
love my sons.  I love my sons."

     David was lying next to me.  I was on my back.  He was
in the crook of my arm.  His sweet head lying on my chest.
One leg was thrown over my legs.  His cock was rubbing
against my leg.  It was hard and my leg was wet with his pre-
cum.

     "Good morning, Dad.  Were you having a bad dream?  Let
me take away the dream, the way you and Guy always took away
ours."

     He raised his head enough to kiss me on the lips.

     "I love you, Dad.  I've always loved you.  You were the
only one who didn't know how much and in what ways I loved
you.  Now you know.  I love you."

     He kissed me again as he slid down my body, kissing my
nipples, my chest, my navel.  David took my morning hard on
into his mouth, licked under my foreskin, removing what
cheese might have built up during the night.  Cleaning the
last of his own ass juices from my cock.  He thrust his head
down onto my pole, impaling his throat on the tool that
planted the seed that grew into him.

     While sucking my cock, David crawled over my leg,
forcing me to spread my legs to accommodate his body.  Still
sucking, David wrapped his arms under my knees and pulled my
legs over his back, raising them above my head.  He laid my
legs across his shoulders and forced his face deeper onto my
cock.  He sucked hard coating me with the wetness of his
spit.  I became so wet; his spit ran down my balls into my
ass crack.  He cleaned the pre-cum, I knew was forming at
the end of my rod.  He left my cock and began to lick, then
suck my nut sack.  His tongue roamed into my crack,
descended to my hole.  He sucked my hole, opening it, stuck
his tongue inside it.  I thrashed on the bed trying to get
away from his invasion.  He pushed harder into me.  I
groaned; he moaned against me.  His tongue drove deeper into
my ass.

     Dave raised his head, looking me in the eye.  "Daddy,
your boy is about to fuck you.  Can you handle my cock up
your ass, Daddy?  Do you have any idea how long I've waited
to do this; to taste your body; to put my cock inside you?
I've waited all my life for just this moment, Daddy and I'm
going to fuck you.  I want you to know how much I love you."

     "David, you can't . . ."

     "You can't stop me, Daddy.  You're ready for me.  I
know you are.  I saw the lust glowing in your eyes last
night and I know you've wanted me just as I've wanted you.
Now, Daddy, you're going to get me inside of you."

     "No, David, No.  It's not right . . ."

     "Nothing could be more right, Daddy.  Your boy is going
to fuck you and fuck you with more love than you used to
create me."

     Dave raised himself between my legs, pushing me up and
onto my shoulders, exposing my man cunt to his waiting cock.
Just as I had plunged into him the night before, David
forced his cock into my itching ass.  He did it without
mercy, without hesitation, without waiting for me to get
used to his force.  He fucked me with love.  He fucked me
hard-harder than I had ever been fucked before.  His cock
plunged deeply into my bowels, forcing me to scream, in
pain, then in pleasure as he fucked in and out of me
relentlessly.

     "I'm fucking you, Daddy!" he screamed at me.  "Do you
like having your little boy fuck you?  Do you like it as
much as I liked it last night?  DADDY, I LOVE YOU!"

     "Oh, yes David.  Fuck me.  Fuck your Daddy.  Fuck your
Daddy's ass.  Make me feel your lust.  Make me feel your
love.  FUCK ME!"

     The force of David's assault on my ass drove him hard
against my prostate.  Within a couple of minutes, I was
shooting load after load of cum onto my face.  The last
shots, not as strong as the first, landed on my chest.  He
continued to drive into me.  He was pounding so hard I
thought he was going to break my neck.  His force drove his
cock into my bladder.  As soon as I shot my load of cum, my
bladder released the piss stored up over night.  My son was
forcing me to piss on myself.  David covered my pissing cock
with his mouth and drank my fluid without choking or
gagging.

     "DADDY, I'M CUMMING!  I'M CUMMING IN YOUR TIGHT CUNT!
FEEL MY LOAD, DADDY.  FEEL MY LOAD!"

     He fell exhausted onto me.  Allowing me for the first
time since his assault began to lower my legs.  He lay
between them, wrapped around his back, holding him tight
into me.

     Suddenly I felt the warm fluid of his piss enter my
ass.  My ass was filled with my boy's cum and his piss.
This had never happened to me before.  I'd never felt
another man's piss in my body, but found the feel to be like
heaven itself.  I'd never pissed while being fucked either,
nor had anyone ever drunk my piss.  I'd always considered
water sports to be too perverted even for me.  I was
surprised how good it felt, how good it smelled.

     David's hard cock eventually softened and he pulled out
of me.  I could feel his piss and cum flow out of my gut.
But it didn't matter.  My boy had forgiven me.  He actually
loved me and nothing could be more strongly proven than that
fact.  David's cock leaving my body left an emptiness in my
bowels.  I wanted him back inside of me!  I wanted this boy
to do whatever he desired.

     David pulled himself off of me and licked as much of my
cum and piss from my face, neck and chest as he could.  The
feel of the boy's tongue against my skin sent shivers down
my spine.  I groaned and thrashed on the bed as if I were a
virgin receiving my first fuck.  The feeling was exquisite.
It excited me.  My cock began to fill again with blood and
stood straight with passion.  I had not recovered from sex
and begun to get ready for more that quickly in over twenty
years.  David's ministrations to my body were more than I
thought I could handle.

     I started to pull on my cock as he licked.  David
slapped my hand away from my dick.

     "None of that, Daddy!  You have to wait for the next
round."

     David got up from the bed and walked out of the door.
In a few minutes he returned with two cups of coffee.  David
knelt beside the bed, placed one cup on the floor beside him
and offered me the other, holding the cup in both hands.
His head was bowed between his arms reaching over his head
like a slave paying homage to his master.  Frankly, I was
well awake and didn't feel the need of caffeine but I took
the cup from his hands and took a large swig.

     I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stood and
lifted my son, enveloping him in my arms.

     "Let's get a shower, Boy.  I think we both need one."

     We were both hard as we entered the bathroom.  I turned
on the water and pulled David into the shower stall after
me.  He started to turn around, bending at the waist,
offering his sweet ass to me.  But I didn't want that.  I
wanted his cock in my mouth.  I wanted to taste his sweet
cock.  I turned him back around facing me, pulling him to a
standing position, knelt in front of him and took his hard
beautiful cock into my mouth.  It took only a few sucks and
David bellowed with another orgasm, filling my mouth with
his creamy fluid.  He shot so strongly, I nearly gagged but
was able to recover and swallow his load as quickly as he
gave it to me.

     While I was standing, David took the soap and began
rubbing it over my chest.  He moved down the front of my
stomach.  He took my still hard cock into his soapy hand,
washed it carefully, pulling the foreskin back to clean the
head.  He washed my balls.  David took me in his arms,
hugging me close to him.

     "Daddy, I love you."

     "I love you too, Son."

     "Daddy, please fuck me again.  Right now, right here."

     He bent over, turning toward the wall of the shower as
if his simple request was all it took to get my cock back
inside his body.  And of course it was.  I placed my hands
on David's hips and pulled him onto my cock as I thrust into
him.  I fucked him hard, without waiting for him to adjust
to me.  He pushed back into me as I thrust forward.  I
fucked him hard.  He fucked back.  I was holding onto his
young cock as I fucked.  He shot his load, causing his ass
to contract around my piece.  I filled his ass with my cum.

     We both became weak in the knees.  I leaned back
against the wall of the shower and David leaned against me.
He took the soap again and began washing my front.

     We completed our shower, dried and headed downstairs to
the kitchen.  No one was there.  We were alone.

     I told David to sit and poured us both another cup of
coffee and sat across the table from him.  We stared
silently at each other for several minutes.


DAVID PICKS UP THE STORY.

     See!  I told you it was a great birthday present!  How
could any boy, anywhere, of any age want anything better?


BACK TO GUY

     Change is a fact of life.  The longer we live, the more
change we experience.  After a while the changes that occur
in our lives become the norm.  So it was in the Jameson
household.

     At the end of that school year, Ron went off to the
Marines.  Joe, still with the Marines, was stationed in
Guam.  Ron unexpectantly was discharged from the Marines and
returned home, followed by his buddy, Charles.  Shortly
after that, Cherokee and Jason, having put together a
landscaping business moved out to their own apartment.  Ron
and Charley took up residence together in the Upper Room.

     But those were just changes that became a part of the
norm.

     Over the next couple of years David and his Dad spent
many nights together.  I spent many with Rob.  Upon occasion
JJ and I, exhausted by our seemingly inexhaustible,
constantly horny, boys, were able to find a bit of peace and
quiet by sleeping together or sometimes alone.  It was
during one of those occasions that the next change in our
lives would occur.

     It was a Friday night about a year and a half after Rob
and I had slept together for the first time.  But tonight, I
slept alone.  Rob was eighteen now and his appetite for sex
that week had completely worn me out.  Alone I spent a very
peaceful night.

     David who brought me a cup of coffee awakened me
Saturday morning.  That in itself wasn't all that unusual.
One or the other of the boys usually brought JJ and me our
first cup of coffee in the morning, whether we slept with
that boy or alone.  What was unusual was that it was David,
not Rob who woke me.

     "Guy?  Here's your coffee," he whispered in my ear.

     "Hunh?  Oh, good morning, David.  Thanks."

     I glanced at the clock.  It was after nine o'clock.

     "Is everyone else up?  I didn't intend to sleep this
late."

     "Rob and Dad are in the kitchen getting ready to fix
breakfast.  Ron and Charley have been up for a while.
They're working for Jason today-on that special project."

     I pulled the cover off of my naked body and started to
sit up.  Dave put the cup on the bed table.

     "Guy?  There's really no hurry," he said.  "Dad is
cooking waffles and you know how long that takes."

     "With your Dad fixing breakfast, we'll be lucky to eat
if we eat before lunch," I laughed.

     "You got that right.  Dad can be a real slow poke."

     "It's just because he takes great care with his
waffles, Dave," I joked back.

     Dave reached out a hand as if to help me get out of
bed.  He pulled gently, then suddenly pushed me back onto
the bed.  Falling on top of me, he kissed me hard on the
lips.

     "Guy, you are just getting to be too sexy for words,"
he whispered in my ear.

     His cock had become instantly erect.  He pushed himself
into my stomach, hunching me.  I rolled him over onto his
back.

     "Hold on there, Big Guy.  Don't get something started
unless you intend to finish it."

     "Oh, I intend to finish this."

     David tried to wrestle himself out from under me.  He
knew the right moves and had the strength of youth to almost
be my equal.   But my weight and ancient muscles proved too
much for him.  He was not able to get the upper hand.  We
rolled around on the bed as he tried to gain an advantage.
We fell onto the floor.  I was still on top.

     I pinned his shoulders on the floor, straddling his
waist.  His cock was still hard and poked me in the back.  I
raised up and was looking down into his face.

     "Just what do you have in mind, Stud?  Do you want to
fuck your dear old granddad?"  I laughed.  David smiled
back.  It was obviously going to be a time for fun and
games.

     David struggled again to get out from under me.  Youth
took the advantage and he rolled me over.  Now he was
straddling my waist, pinning my shoulders down.

     "That's exactly what I have in mind.  I'm going to
stick this sixteen year old dick up your sixty-three year
old ass, Old Man.  Not only that but you're going to love
it."

     "You think so, Puppy?  There's more fight in this old
rooster than you may think."

     I rolled him over and climbed over him.  He rolled me
back and straddled me again.  We continued to wrestle for
several minutes (it seemed a long time to me) before his
youth took the final advantage.  I was beat to a pulp.
David laughed.  We were both in a good mood.  I was
laughing; he was laughing.  We were both erect.  He began
jacking off over me.

     "Don't you want this Old Man?  Wouldn't you like to
have this young tender cock shoved up your ass?"

     The thought of having David fuck me was truly
appealing.  I was the only man in the house he hadn't
fucked, except maybe Charley.  And I wasn't too sure that
Charley hadn't been pleasured by this youth.  I was
regaining my breath, not a simple task for a smoker for the
last fifty years.  But I'd kept myself in pretty fair shape
and was beginning to think I could regain some advantage.
Besides wrestling with David had been a great turn on.

     As David reached behind him to pull my legs up, I
caught him around the neck and pulled him over backward onto
the floor.

     "OK, Old Man. Now you're asking for it!" he laughed.
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked."

     "You'll have to go some to reach that goal, Boy," I
laughed back at him.  "I've been fucked by some pretty good
men!"

     The match was back on.  But we were both laughing so
much, it was difficult to keep at it for long.  David
eventually had me on my back, legs lifted in the air.  He
was eating out my ass like a starving Tiger.  OH, GOD that
felt wonderful.  Having my ass filled with this boy's face,
chewing on my hole, sticking his tongue into me, blowing his
hot breath into my cavity.

     "Now I've got you, Guy and you're ready for me!"

     "Fuck, Boy, don't take the fun out of it.  Do it if
you're man enough."

     David lined his cock up to my hole and plunged in with
force.  I met him stroke for stroke, rising each time he
drove into me.  He shot into my ass and fell on top of me,
exhausted.  I hadn't cum.  Age does have some advantages and
holding back is one of those because an old man knows he has
one shot and a long rest before he can do it again.

     I rolled my youngest grandson onto his back, raised his
legs and forced my still hard cock into his ass.

     "AAAGH, GUY.  NO FAIR!" he shouted.

     "Now you're going to get it my child," I whispered to
him as I drove my cock in and out of his ass.  "Fuck with
me, and you get fucked."

     It only took a couple of minutes before Dave loosed his
second load.  His ass tightened around my cock sending me
over the edge.  I spilled my load into his chute.

     We lay together for several minutes.  There was a knock
on the closed door accompanied by Rob's voice,  "Dad says to
come and get it or he'll feed it to the dogs."

     "Since when do we have any dogs," Dave shouted back,
laughing at his own joke.

     We pulled ourselves together and walked to the kitchen,
arm in arm.

     "Well you two look like you've had a good time," JJ
said as we entered the room.

     "I guess you could say that," I responded.