Richards thoughts ( )
Hoshi: H
It was all still a bit of a blur, my wife filing for that divorce and it quickly ending. She's gone. The bedroom still has a few of her clothes that she left behind when she hastily left me for that young thing.
I've paid enough to her to keep her happy, that I guess she left some of those things behind. Perhaps they brought up bad memories? Perhaps she wanted a clean break, anyway I happily paid enough to keep her happy and quiet in her new life. So, it makes sense she doesn't need what she left behind.
It must have been another hot day as the sun has set and it's still a pleasantly warm. I'm standing naked holding my slender cut cock in my hand as I admired my smooth balls while taking a piss. I am feeling guilty over my recent divorce whose reasons I've kept secret from my son. He just turned 18 this year and is old enough to understand the circumstances and events that led to my divorce.
He's been home from college with the summer break just starting. But he hasn't said anything about his mom being gone. Just said to me on the phone when he agreed to spend the summer with me, that he felt he should be with me at this time. He was always a very considerate boy.
He never asked about the divorce, didn't want to pry into our business. Would he understand if he knew? Would he understand his parent's slightly unusual sexual needs that were the reason for the divorce?
Hmm...my son and sex... a topic that seems oddly distant and separate.
I just thought about it and realized I have never seen any evidence of my son's own sexuality. Not ever.
He's grown into a good looking young man, reminding me of my EX, how she must have looked when she was his age. He has her Asian raven black straight hair, which he has allowed to grow long, shoulder length when it is not tied in back. He has a soft sort and shapely body, long of leg and arms, thin waisted to accent his slightly wider hips and rounded butt. He has her small delicate hands and feet as well as her long thick lashes, full lips and cute little nose. I think his body is basically hairless, which my EX found attractive in me. I don't think either of us have hair under our arms and I never had much pubic hair to speak of, which is good since I like keeping soft and smooth down below. I wonder if my son has any pubic hair? Can't say I know, I don't think I've ever seen him undressed. I don't even recall him ever using the hot tub out back. He's always been a quiet and very shy boy. Hmmm.
He must have by now some sexual urges. I know I had then at his age. Couldn't keep my hands of myself. But, I don't believe he's ever exhibited any. None I know of and none my EX has ever mentioned. We never found him secretly on his computer and masturbating, which I would have been doing a dozen times or so a day at his age. Come to think of it, I don't think he has ever done it.
I've felt guilty about leaving some of my porn out during the days of the separation, and yet, thinking back, they were never disturbed. I don't think he ever checked them out.
That is just wrong.
Does my son have no sexual urges?
This is not good. I need to figure out a way to find out and remedy this over sight in his life's education.
I wonder if my son's confides in his best friend Dion? Interesting name, what was the story behind it, my son told me. Hmmm...oh yes, he was named after Dionysus, that was it. They often sleep over here or at his place. He should know something I would image.
How can I broach the subject?
I step into the shower, after a long day at the office I like to indulge myself in a nice long soapy hot shower to relax. I admire my naked body, still in good shape, the gym and the swimming keep me firm. I notice a little hair under my arm pits, I will have to shave them, though the rest of me is pleasantly smooth and bereft of hair, what little pubic hair that I occasionally spot I shave off. I let the hot water cascade down my back and onto my firm ass as I run my hands over my chest and tweak my nipples. I grab the soap and lather my legs, arms, and chest, savoring my cock for last.
I lather my hanging balls and my soft cock and then slowly carefully begin to use the razor on the few wisps of hair on my balls, then the base of my shaft and finally the little bit of pubic hair. I let the warm water soak my now baby smooth package as I fondle myself. I put away the razor and reach down to pick up a purple toy. My dear friend, an anatomically six inch with low hanging balls and a well-crafted cut cock head. I take it in my mouth and suck on it, then pour some shampoo on it and with practice and delicacy I bring the cock head to my anus. I feel my pulse begin to race and flood my tool with blood as it begins to rise up and get hard. I slip the head into my hole and slowly push it deep into my ass. Then slowly pulling it back out and then in again I use my other hand to stroke myself, feeling the blood throb in my hard manhood. As I fuck myself and jackoff I feel that glow and heat of lust and that wonderful sex buzz from my usual evening self-pleasuring.
As I jack off and fuck my ass with my silicon prick, I consider how I can discover my son's sexual inclinations. I day dream about 'mistakenly' leave lying around some of my old porn and when thinking how it would be amusing to come home unexpectantly and find him naked watching some porn with his greased up dick in his hand as he works it while watching some hot scene on the screen. This gets my own cock throbbing in my hand. Ahhhh....yes...
Maybe on the screen will be one of my favorite scenes, the one with the two Tranny's going down on each other 69 style. Yessss...I always like to imagine that I'm the one in that scene sucking and getting sucked. My balls begin to boil with the thought.
Oh yes...how can my son not indulge in this bliss? Ahhh...that familiar feeling of sexual rush as my cock is on the verge of bursting....ahhh...then that wonderful ejaculation burst forth with a gush of cream as I rapidly pound my cock forcing ever drop of hot molten jizz out of my body as I am lost in the heat of the water and the climax. AHHHHHHH!
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Finally, I come back into myself, as I hear the soft thud of my silicon cock slipping out of my well fucked ass and landing on the shower floor. I watch as all my cum begins to melt down the drain. I wonder if I cried out?
If I did, my son didn't react. We put his room at the other side of the house for just this reason, we didn't want him to overhear his parents sex. Too bad. She was discrete, but I secretly wished that we could have been overheard. Oh well.
I know, perhaps I can have him invite that cute looking boyfriend of his, to spend the night. Maybe I can solicit some information from him about my son. The two of them have spent their life blended at the hip together, almost as if they were twins. Now, his sexuality of that I am certain. His love of tight jeans that show off a solid bulge, oh yes, he has come into his young adult body well. I'm sure he is a chronic 'bater. He has the look.
Yes, I will ask my son to invite him over for pizza, beer and then a wicked thought, the hot tub. We never let him use it, tonight the three of us could share a relaxing time together, just us men bonding in the privacy and intimacy of those steam bubbles. The alcohol and the hot jets should loosen their tongues, and let something slip out.
I lather some body lotion over my moist skin after getting out of the shower. Slipping on a short silk black robe over my naked body, and striding down the hall towards my son's room.
I find him sitting in front of his computer console playing a video game and talking with his friend, Dion. He's succumbed to the heat and he's wearing a pair of white briefs and a tank top. I can't help wondering what he's packing in those briefs. Sitting at the machine, I can see he reminds me of my EX with that shapely and full bottom as it spreads out on the chair.
"Hey Son," my hand taps him on the shoulder.
"Oh hi dad."
"Is that Dion you are talking to?
Why don't you invite him over, to stay the night. Hell, why don't we share some pizza and some beers this evening, it would be a nice night to lounge about relaxing sipping wine in the hot tub, what do you say?"
"Sounds fine dad. Though I will pass on the beers. He might like some."
"Fine. I will go order the pizzas."
Dion shows up before the pizzas arrive. He has a sort of Page boy or Beatle's cut straight blonde hair. He is an a more muscular slender package. A bit heftier with more meat on his bones than my elven son. But he still has an androgynous shape and features. Though more like a Greek God as is his heritage. He is wearing a pair of tightly fitting short cut offs snuggly fitting over his solid hips and solid butt and a clinging pale red muscle tee showing off his youthful flat firm stomach. There is a solid bulge in the front of his cut offs. He seems perpetually hard. He has a pale purple backpack resting over his shoulder as if it was a big purse.
"Hi Mr. Dickson, thanks for inviting me to stay the evening. Looking forward to the pizza and hot tub."
"Glad you could make it."
"Was Hoshi pulling my leg when he mentioned the beer and wine?"
