5 comments/ 43189 views/ 11 favorites Home From School By: timmywells This story takes place during the Winter of 1970. *** I suppose I should have felt guilty given the things that were going through my mind as I looked at my young guest sitting next to me on the couch, staring at the pornographic magazine in open-mouthed wonder, but I didn't. Young Preston Phillips III was the young fellow who, along with his mother had lived next door to me for the last ten years or so. The lad in question was hypnotized by the graphic photos of the men and women in the pictures. I was amused by the way he was trying hard to not let me see how interested he was in the other magazines on the coffee table, the ones that didn't have women in them. Preston was gay, although I doubted his mother knew it. She was too occupied with her own life, and since her husband had moved out seemed determined to do as little mothering as possible. Recently she had been sending Preston to some high class prep school, on her ex-husband's dime no doubt, so she could fuck every swinging dick within reach and not have to worry about her kid catching her. That was probably a good thing too, because having this little cutie next door all the time would be way too tempting for a horny old guy like me. This boy - or should I say man, because somehow in testimony to how time seems to fly when you get older, the kid had somehow become 18. Preston also happened to be the sweetest little twink I had ever seen. He was the spitting image of the actor that played Dennis the Menace on that television show, cowlick and all. Naturally blonde hair and a dimple on the chin, Preston probably didn't pack more than 125 pounds on what looked to be no more than a 5'6" frame. He was adorable, and the fact that he was an adult, at least chronologically, made my thoughts legal even if they were naughty. Preston had come over here to help me clean out the cellar, and it was his mother that had offered her son's services to me, after I inquired whether she knew of anybody in the neighborhood interested in doing some odd jobs. "My Preston will be home for the holidays next week," his old lady informed me, and she seemed exceptionally delighted to volunteer her son for the work. "Great!" I had said, inside thinking what a bullshit mother she was, trying to get rid of the kid during the little period of time he was actually around. He was a pleasant enough lad, very straight-laced compared to much of his generation, neat and well-groomed unlike many of his contemporaries who sported long hair and bad manners. While I worked along with Preston, I tried to imagine what this little twink would look like with his clothes off. How Preston ended up on the couch looking at my dirty magazines was even easier than I had hoped. I "accidentally" unearthed the stash of porn, and after assuring Preston that I didn't mind if he looked at them, he jumped at the chance. "Just don't tell your mother about this," I said. "I'm 18, Mr. Roland," Preston said. "Still, I don't think she would appreciate me letting you look at this stuff," I had told Preston while sitting next to him on the couch. "So let's just keep this between ourselves." "Yes sir," young Preston said as he looked over the top of the magazine he was holding to keep looking at the cover of the magazine I had positioned on top of the pile, called Bears and Cubs. "Wish I had magazines like this," Preston said as beads of sweat formed on his forehead, no mean feat because it wasn't all that warm. "Could I - you know - borrow some of them?" "Now what would you with them?" "You know, read them. I'd bring them back, Mr. Roland. I promise." "I'm sure you would," I said. "What I mean is, what would you do with them? Something tells me that you would bring them up to your bedroom, lock the door and masturbate. Am I right?" Preston looked at me like he had been struck by lightning, astonished that I could have read the mind of a horny teenager so easily, but when he saw me smiling he gave a nervous chuckle and shrugged his shoulders resignedly. "At school do you have a roommate?" I asked, and when he nodded I smiled. "Something tells me that you've already found out that it's a lot more fun to have somebody else do it to you than to do it yourself, am I right?" Preston gasped, not so much at my words but at the feel my hand on his knee, and as I gently squeezed his bony leg I made a suggestion. "Why don't you pick out a couple then?" I said. Preston lurched forward and went through the pile, but I wasn't all that happy with what he selected because I knew if I wasn't looking his choices would have been different. "Preston?" I said softly. "Take the ones that you really want. It's okay." Now sweat was beginning to trickle down the sides of his face and the hands that held the magazines were trembling noticeably. "It's okay," I repeated in a soothing and as fatherly a tone as I could, and after he swallowed hard he set down the straight magazines and picked up the ones he really wanted to look at. "There, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" I said, and as Preston opened the one with the two sailors on the cover my eyes went to the bulge in my young friend's khakis, noticing that something was definitely hard down there. "And if you'd like, I'd love to save you a trip home," I said while moving my hand up to the lump. "It really is better when someone else does it for you." Preston didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either, so as he stared at me in shock I undid his belt, unbuttoned his slacks and pulled his pants down below his knees, exposing the palest, skinniest and smoothest thighs I had ever seen. As I undid the bottom buttons of his shirt and spread them apart, I was very surprised and quite pleased to see a very significant bulge in Preston's snug white briefs. I had been a bit apprehensive at what I wound find, because while I like my men young, I am not in the least interested in boys. Therefore, I was delighted at what I exposed when I carefully pulled Preston's underwear down. Preston's cock, like the rest of him, was beautiful, and while his organ was slender it was surprisingly long, the 6 or 7" tube looking even bigger than that on his slight frame. "Your cock is incredible, Preston," I sighed as I looked at his erection, which had arched back onto his belly after he leaned into the couch, exposing a sizable wrinkled and hairless sac that held his meaty balls. "Your roommate is a lucky guy." Preston gave a nervous smile as I reached down and pulled his cock up from his stomach, the ghostly white circumcised prong as hard as blue steel. The skin on the underside of his cock was stretched taut, and a pearl of pre-cum had formed on the tip of his member. Preston was going to cum any second judging by both the look on his face and the way this dick was pulsating in my hand, so I excused myself and found some lotion that I kept down here for such occasions. On the couch, Preston was frozen in place, holding the magazine in front of himself while watching me move around the room, and when I rejoined the lad I squeezed out some lotion into my palm and started to coat his cock with the cool gel. "OH!" Preston grunted as I began to slide my hand up and down the length of his manhood while pinching him hard to retard the orgasm that was bubbling under the surface. "Mustn't cum too soon," I told him. "Anticipation makes it better." "Can't - can't hold it." "Sure you can," I told him. "Besides, I won't let you cum. Not yet, so just relax and enjoy it." Five minutes later, Preston was slumped way down on the couch, looking so disheveled compared to the neat lad that had arrived at my house earlier. I made the hand job something he would never forget, slowly working over his throbbing cock while bringing him to the brink of orgasm time and time again before continually denying him the pleasure of release. "Better than doing it yourself?" I asked. "Better than your roommate does it to you I'll bet. After all, I've got a lot more experience." Preston nodded but told me he really wanted to cum. "Feels like my dick is going to explode," Preston explained. "I usually cum so fast." "We'll have you cumming soon enough. And when you finally do you'll remember it," I said, and when I saw that his shirt was drenched with sweat I suggested we take that off of him. "That's better, isn't it?" I declared after we got the wet shirt off of him, and after I had Preston grip the back of the couch with his hands I looked the lad over. Preston's body looked like it had never seen a hint of the sun, and his pale white skin was silky smooth. His scrawny chest was as hairless as I had expected it to be, and while he could use a few pounds and maybe lift some weights or something, there was no denying how gorgeous he was. With his arms raised, I let go of his cock for a second to run my hand over his chest and tweak his tiny nipples while watching a solitary drop of perspiration trickle down from an armpit blessed with a surprisingly quantity of golden hair. "Do you want me to - to do you too?" Preston asked as my hand slid back down to his crotch, pausing at the tuft of golden curls above his cock. "You don't have to," I said, while praying that he would ignore that suggestion. "If you want to though, after I'm through with you I would love it." Preston nodded like a eager puppy, and I smiled at his nervous enthusiasm. "Can't have you being the only one comfortable," I said, letting go of poor Preston's dick, which because of my constant stroking and teasing over the last 20 minutes or so had gone from pale white to beet red, and unbuttoned my shirt while Preston watched out of the corner of his eye. My body isn't all that bad, although when you're 59 you don't compare well to somebody less than a third your age. Preston didn't seem to mind though, as he looked over my chest and still decently tones arms and shoulders while I dropped my trousers. Before kneeling on the couch to finish Preston off, I casually undid the snap on my boxer shorts and watched Preston's face for his reaction. That's something I enjoy a great deal, because no matter who's doing the looking, I usually get a similar reaction no matter how casual the other guy tries to act. "Holy shit!" Preston gasped, not even trying to hide his shock, and then he caught himself. "Sorry, Mr. Roland." "About what?" "I swore." "That's okay, Preston," I assured him. "What's wrong?" "Your p..p...penis," he stuttered. "What's wrong? I said, feigning confusion as I looked down at my cock while kneeling beside my young friend. "It's fuc - sorry - I mean it's huge." I reveled in observing Preston staring at my cock as it swayed between my thighs. The most important thing to me was that it still worked, but I have to admit that I never fail to get a tingle down my spine when someone reacts like that when first seeing my stuff. As Preston would soon discover, while my cock was hanging down straight as if it was completely flaccid, I was pretty aroused, so that when fully erect it wouldn't get much, if any longer than the 9 or so inches it was now. "Can I touch it?" "You can touch it all you want, but only after you cum for me. You do want to cum for me, don't you Preston?" "Yes, Mr. Roland." Charming lad. I was going to tell him he could use my first name, but there was something about the formality of the Mr. Roland that added a edge to it all. I went back to work, holding his well lubricated hot poker in my hand while working the pre-cum oozing out of him back into the head of his dick. Preston was groaning as I started stroking him once again, but instead of keeping him from cumming, my pinching and squeezing were now designed to make the young lad cum. Having watched what seemed like a copious amount of sap drool out of him during the extended period of time I had been teasing him, I was wondering whether he had anything left in the tank. That was a foolish thought, as it turned out. Preston's face was straining as he tried to thrust his hips upwards as I jacked him hard, and then he cried out as I felt the surge through his cock. A little wad of semen spat out of his tortured member, and then all hell broke loose. I've seen a lot of cocks and have made a lot of guys cum, but nothing compared to the sight of Preston whose cock made like Old Faithful. The first jet of cum shot probably a foot in the air - so high that I could hear it land on his stomach a second later. The ensuing spurts were not as majestic, but that long slender prong kept cumming and cumming while Preston's body convulsed as he nearly slid completely off the sofa. His legs were still quivering as I kept milking him while he went limp, squeezing every drop I could out of his spent tool. "Oh man," Preston moaned. "Can't believe that." It was indeed hard to believe, I agreed as I surveyed my hands and wrists along with Preston's scrawny chest and flat stomach, all of which were laced with ropes of semen, and looking at the now tiny tube that I reluctantly let go of, it seemed impossible that so much cum had been housed in that little body. When Preston recovered, I pulled him up off of the couch and eased down upon the cushion myself. Instead of sitting, or slouching as Preston had done, I chose to lie on my back and instructed him to kneel beside me on the floor and handed him the lube, because if I had assumed the position on the couch that he had, I might never be able to straighten up again. "Use as much as you want," I told Preston as he squeezed some lotion into his palm. "I like my cock greased up really well. My young friend nodded as he reached over and lifted my cock up from between my legs, and mentioned that he never touched an uncircumcised cock before. "It's neat, but scary looking," he said as he timidly retracted my foreskin back to exposed the bell shaped glans. "Glad you like it," I said while looking at the trembling fingers that held my cock. "Can't believe how big yours is. Can't get my hand around it, and it isn't even hard yet." I was going to mention that Preston had tiny hands but chose not to. He seemed confused about the fact that I didn't have any pubic hair, so I explained that once I saw gray hairs appearing I shaved it one time and it never grew back. "Anthony's penis is big too, but not nearly as large as yours is." "Anthony? Is he your roommate?" I asked, and Preston nodded while starting to pull on my cock with his left hand while holding on to the base, and in a matter of seconds my reliable weapon was getting hard. "Is this okay?" Preston asked. "It's wonderful," I said. "You can use both hands if you want." "Like this?" Preston asked as his greased hands gripped me like a baseball bat and worked up and down my cock. "Yes - slide your hands all the way over the tip - that's it," I exclaimed as his palm caressed the head before sliding back down. "You like doing this don't you Preston? I can tell." The evidence was bobbing in front of him as he knelt beside me. Preston's sweet prong was hard again already, a testament to his youth as much as the enjoyment he was getting from jerking me off. He blushed and grinned, and then gasped when I reached down and grabbed him. Not his cock, but his balls, and as I pulled and twisted them around a bit he let of a grunt as I felt his seed hit the back of my arm. "Sorry," Preston said, apologizing for having an orgasm all over the side of the sofa, but I assured him that it was fine, not adding that the couch had seen plenty of semen in its time. Preston concentrated on the matter before him, sliding both hands up and down the entire length of my cock as he looked at it like it was one of the Seven Wonders of the World, and before long as a result of his eager hands and worshipful gazing I felt my sap rising from within. "Harder - faster!" I groaned, and then I came, my semen coming out much less calmly than my young friend's volleys had, but it felt marvelous nonetheless. "Can I keep doing this?" Preston asked as he continued to pull on my spent cock after it went limp. "Of course." "It's like elastic," Preston giggled as he pulled in it, and after I assured him he didn't hurt a bit, stretched it up as far as he could. Eventually Preston's arms got tired, and after we got dressed he prepared to go home. "Probably get done with this work tomorrow," Preston said with a sigh as he looked at the small pile of stuff we hadn't gotten to. "You sound sad about that," I commented, and when he shrugged I told him that he could keep coming over after the work was done. "You don't need to say anything to your mother," I said. "Best not to say anything. I mean, don't lie but just say nothing." "You mean I could keep coming over and we could do - you know." "What?" I asked. "You know. Masturbate each other?" "There are other things we could do," I suggested. "Stuff like is in those magazines?" Preston asked, and when I nodded he confessed. "Never did anything like that before," Preston said as he looked at one of the pictures in the magazine he was taking, where one guy had a mouthful of the other guy's cock. "I only did what we just did." "Would you like to learn?" "I think so," Preston said softly, and then added, "My mother thinks you're a homosexual. She always told me to be careful around you." "I see," I said, amused that she was so concerned about my leanings that she sent the kid over to me practically gift wrapped. "She's right. I am." "I think I am too," Preston said as if I didn't know it already. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," I said. "We are what we are." "Can I hug you?" He said it so sweetly, as if he suspected that I would actually say no to such a request. "I'd like that very much," I said, and then we were hugging, a tender embrace that was unlike any I could ever recall experiencing before, and when it was over and we separated Preston had tears in his eyes, further proof that the lad was not used to being shown affection. "Thank you," Preston said. "How about another then?" I said as I wrapped my arms around him. I was much taller than Preston, so I found myself kissing the top of his head, his soft blonde locks tasting sweet, and then for some reason I was leaning downward and lifting his face up to me. I don't think Preston had ever kissed anybody before, male or female, at least not the way I was kissing him, but he did not protest and soon was kissing me back. Crudely and amateurishly, but with all of his heart, and by the time the kiss ended I could feel his dick poking me in the thigh. To be young again! "Ooh!" Preston gasped when I turned so that my dead dick was rubbing against Preston's erection. "This feels so good when our dicks rub together." "I'm sure we can spend some time tomorrow doing this, when I've got a little more energy," I said as I looked down and saw the sword fight which my spent tool was losing. "I wish it was tomorrow already." I chuckled when I heard that, because I was so drained that I was going to have having enough trouble climbing the stairs. "Oh, you forgot the magazines," I said as Preston prepared to leave. "That's okay," Preston said and then gave me another laugh when he added, "It's not like they have instructions in them." "Tomorrow," I said, happy that he wouldn't be jacking off all night to those pictures, even if he would spend the evening stroking off thinking about today. "Seven okay?" "Uh, it takes me a little time to wake up in the morning. How about nine-thirty or so?" I said, and Preston reluctantly agreed. I watched the blonde twink skip down the stairs, the sight of his cute little butt still fresh in my mind. He wanted to be taught, maybe almost as badly as I wanted to teach him. Home From School .... thanks for reading Home From School Two life-altering things happened while Tara was away at school. The first was a tragic occurrence, her mother died. It was not unexpected as she had been sick for quite some time but it was still a heartbreaking event. The worst part was the way it affected her dad. He had gone into a deep depression and seemed to loose all interest is almost everything in his life. Almost everything but his daughter, his only reason left for living. Daily he went to work in the electrical contracting business he and his brothers owned but his heart wasn't in it anymore. They understood and left him alone most of the time. They could run the business fine without him. The second was far more enjoyable for Tara, at the tender age of 18 she lost her virginity. Sure, it was a groping session with a grubby finger in her pussy in the back of a car, but the mind-blowing orgasm it brought made her know she had discovered something that would affect her for the rest of her life. An attractive, tall, blue-eyed blond, she had no problems getting young men to help alleviate this hunger and assist her in exploring her sexual goals further. The thrill of having a penis or tongue caress her clitoris was something that brought her the greatest of pleasures. She also liked the feel of a warm cock in her hand or mouth and even savored the taste of semen. By the tine summer break came, she was an old pro, having had sex with quite a few of the jocks in the sophomore class. She was a good student and applied herself to her academic studies. She used the same diligence in learning all she could about sex. She was looking forward to seeing Mitch, her dad, but couldn't help but wonder who she could find in their small town to satisfy her carnal appetite and desires. She also wondered what her dad did to ease his needs. She knew that Mitch and Peg, her mother, were sexually very active before she got sick. Many a night she heard moans of passion emanating from their bedroom. When Mitch met her at the airport, she was surprised to see that he was still a tall, handsome man, physically unaffected by the loss of his wife. She suddenly realized that he really hadn't changed, but her impression of him had. He was no longer her safe, comfortable dad, now he was an attractive, virile man, someone that could excite and perhaps ease her voracious sexual appetite, someone with all the necessary tools; hands, fingers, tongue and of course a penis. She threw her arms around his neck and pushed her ripe body tight against him. "Oh, Daddy, it's so good to see you. Give me a big kiss and hug." He held her tight and smelled a hint of the perfume that his wife used to wear. He was embarrassed that the fresh clean aroma of her body caused a stirring in his groin that he hadn't known since before his wife died. "Mm Tara, you sure smell good," he said as he pulled away from her. The swelling of his penis, pushed momentarily against her stomach, was not lost on Tara. Standing there in the airport, she wondered if it might be possible to do things to him, with him, that would bring both of them pleasure. On the way home in his pick-up truck, she made up her mind to try. Mitch was unnerved by the incident at the airport. His beautiful daughter not only looked like his late wife, she even smelled like her. For a fleeting moment he had been lost in the rapture of holding her in his arms. As he reflected on the feel of her body, he got an erection. Thank God, she was looking out the window so he took the opportunity to readjust his cock in the confinement of his short trousers. The movement didn't escape Tara. She watched out of the corner of her eye while he pushed his hard cock first one way and then the other. She smiled to herself and thought, "This is going to be easy." The first opportunity presented it's self when they got home and she exited the truck in the driveway. She misjudged the distance to the ground, twisted her knee and landed on her ass on the lawn. She was sitting there; legs out in front of her and mini skirt up high enough so that you could see her panties from the right position. Mitch rushed around the driveway to see what had happened. "Ow, my knee!" Although it did hurt like hell, she was pleased when Mitch knelt in front of her and began to massage the tender area. She watched, mesmerized, as one of his hands, rubbing the sore spot began to wander away from the affected knee and gradually work its way up her inner thigh toward the white cotton panties. Suddenly, he shook his head and stood up. She heard him mumble something intelligible before he bolted for the house, leaving her to manage her luggage by herself. By the time she got everything into the house, she could hear his shower in the master bedroom running. She wanted to say something to him, to see if there was any other reaction. She opened the bedroom door and realized that she could see him clearly across the room and through the opaque glass of the shower stall. He was masturbating! He was standing under the running water, head back, eyes closed and was pumping his engorged cock as hard and fast as he could, completely oblivious to anything else in his world. She watched for a few minutes before she quietly backed out of the bedroom and just as quietly closed the door. Then she heard the familiar, unmistakable sounds a man makes when he has an orgasm. "Well, what's good for the Goose is good for the Gander," she thought as she rummaged through her luggage and found her vibrator. She lay down on her bed and started to insert this wondrous device into her pussy when she had a thought. She got up, opened the bedroom door just enough so that Mitch could see what she was doing if he passed by. She positioned herself in such a way on the bed that he would be able to see her fucking herself. She was using the tool and on the verge of enjoying the fruits of her labor when she heard a gasp from the hallway. She smiled, redoubled her efforts and had a hell of an orgasm. Later, dinner at a little steak house across town was excellent but Mitch drank most of the carafe of wine that they shared. After dinner, as they walked back to the truck, she linked her arm into his and rested her head on his shoulder. Her full breast was pushed hard against the back of his arm. "There's the truck Daddy. It's been a long day for me. I'm going to curl up on the seat besides you for the drive home." True to her word, Tara was able to coil herself on the bench seat beside her father with her head on his lap. "Daddy, if I ask you a question, will you give me a honest answer?" "Of course sweetheart, what do you want to know?" "Are you attracted to me, sexually?" "That's not a proper question for you to ask me." "You promised to answer me but I already know the answer." Her hand crept under her head, into his crotch and groped his penis. "See, you have a hard on." "My God Tara, you shouldn't do that!" "Why not? Don't you like it? It feels very good in my hand." "Oh God Tara, please stop. This is something you should not do and it's driving me crazy." He slapped her hand and pushed it away. In a huff, she moved to the far corner of the seat and pretended to pout the rest of the way home. As Mitch opened the door, he said, "Tara, I'm sorry. It's just that you do things to me that shouldn't happen between a father and his daughter. I loved your mother very much and you remind me so much of her. I just haven't been the same since she died." "I know, daddy." She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. The kiss slowly turned from a father/daughter show of affection to that of a lover ready to seduce or be seduced. She ground her lush body hard against the swelling in his pants. They stumbled into the house, still locked in each other's arms. Without a word, he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. In the bedroom, he still held her in his arms while he kissed her again. He carefully laid her on her bed but her arms encircling his neck kept him prisoner there. She suddenly released his neck, sat up and grabbed his belt, pulling him closer to the bed. "Let me help you daddy." Her other hand was caressing the prominent lump in his trousers. "I can do all of the things mama used to do for you and more." He just stood there as if in a trance while she released his belt and unzipped his trousers. She pulled them down past his knees to reveal his boxer shorts tented out by his erection. Tara smiled as she pulled them down and released his cock from its cloth prison. She marveled at its size and symmetry. It was much larger than most of the boys in school and was already seeping pre-cum. Without a word, she took it in her mouth, outlining the smooth head with her tongue. Her right hand under his testicles held him in place while she slid her mouth completely down the shaft, exhibiting her deep throat technique. She was in ecstasy, taking in her daddy amazing cock. Mitch was lost in a fantasy. He was being revisited by his dead wife. He could smell her and, most of all; he could feel her lips enclosing his grateful cock. And, as he had done many times, he began to slowly slide it in and out of the moist vessel that emulated her pussy. Gradually the tempo increased until he was shoving it in and out with breakneck speed. He hadn't had sex with anything other than his hand in two years and it began to show. Finally, he grasped Tara's head and held it tight against his groin while he emptied the product of his loins into her greedy mouth. Not a drop escaped her. She relished the same seed that had created her many years ago and wondered if her mother had enjoyed it as much as she was enjoying it now. His release was so complete that he was week in the knees. He stumbled and would have fallen if Tara hadn't quickly got up and supported him. To him, Pam, his wife was helping him to lie down on the bed. Tara got in bed with him and nestled herself close to his side with her arm across his chest and her head on his shoulder. He slept, only to be awakened by her hand caressing his once again erect cock. It was a dream as his Pam climbed up and settled across his middle, his stiff dick firmly embedded in her pussy. The ride began, slowly at first, with her sliding back and forth in a way that on the backstroke his fleshy meat was rubbing hard against her clitoris. It was as it had been years ago, Pam on top of him with his lance deep inside her warm nest. He was pounding her from below, each stroke progressively more violent and threatening to unseat her. He could feel his impending orgasm creeping out of the hidden recesses of his body, waiting, crouching and gathering itself for the final eruption. In the meantime, Tara was savoring the feeling of his wondrous tool slithering in and out of her well-lubricated orifice. Her own climax was only seconds away. With her head down, she concentrated on the extraordinary sensual sensations in her lower body that seemed to increase with every plunge of his mighty spear into her. Finally, the erotic feelings overtook her and with a loud moan she experienced a magnificent, shuddering orgasm. It was all Mitch needed. His own climax burst forth, spewing his bountiful seed into her soft, demanding pussy. She wilted on top of him, her head almost on his shoulder, her perfumed hair across his face and his generous but softening cock still embedded in her grateful vagina. And so they slept, each with their own thoughts and dreams. She; secure in the knowledge that her summer would be all that she hoped. He felt pleased in the awareness that Pam had returned to him in the form of the gift she had given him so many years ago and knowing that they would enjoy each other many times in the future.