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Journal Entry 5/16
Summer with dad will be awkward at best this year. mom and dad divorced shortly after I started my courses in August at UNH. It didn't come as a surprise to anyone. It was never a happy marriage. They didn't hate each other. In fact, we were quite happy overall. They just didn't love each other anymore. Mom and dad were always very careful to make me feel loved when I was younger. The last couple of years, though, were strained. Anyway, I spent Christmas break with mom in Alexandria, VA, where she lives with her boyfriend. Now, it's dad's turn.
My dad is bit of a recluse. He has a little place in the Northeast Kingdom, always writing his strange science fiction and fantasy novels. They sell well enough to cover his financial needs, including some of mine. Mom also supports me financially. But he stopped socializing long before the divorce. He would lose himself in his writing, typing away on his old desktop for hours. He shares his writing with me, respecting my comments both positive and negative.
Spending a whole summer with dad wasn't my idea. It wasn't his idea. Mom wielded her mighty scepter of power. We must obey Her Majesty. Well, dad was more like "Fine. Whatever." I hope to get outdoors most of the time and leave him to write in peace.
Journal Entry 5/29
Dad has a friend! I was shocked. I'm not sure if it's a mutual friendship but Mr. Merrin visited us four time since I arrived. Dad seems to tolerate his company. Personally, Mr. Merrin can visit us as often as he wants. I haven't come out to dad and I have no idea which way Mr. Merrin rolls, so I try to be careful. He's a big man with a big voice. I don't want to anger him by being caught staring. But it's fucking hard to keep my dick under control when his deep baritone voice sends shivers through my entire body. And he talks a lot! He could talk me to an organism. Almost did yesterday.
I'm not sure if he'll visit today. It's raining pretty hard. I'd love to see him though, his tall frame towering over me, his thick arms crossed over his chest, and his booming voice saying, "What you been up to you, son?" My eyes would be level with his pecs, bulging through his t-shirt, forced outwards by his crossed forearms, and I would reply, "Not much. Just reading." He would stride towards my dad on his computer, his steps heavy on the floor, legs like tree trunks, his big round ass filling his faded blue jeans. He would say to dad, "You making the boy read your crap again? It's summer vacation for chrissake." He would rumble on and I would stare at his broad back, his round ass, and trace the outlines of his hamstrings.
God, I'm hard. I need to take care of this. Bye.
Journal Entry 6/1
The rain won't let up! Flood warnings are posted for several counties. Memorial Day weekend was a bust. Dad hardly notices but I'm sick of this.
Journal Entry 6/3
Sun at last! We can't go anywhere since the driveway is under water. Good thing dad usually stocks up on non-perishables. And Mr. Merrin called. I answered the call since dad was eating.
"You still sane, son?" Mr. Merrin had asked.
"Just barely, Mr. Merrin."
"Son, call me Jim. All this mister crap makes me feel old. And when I feel old, I feel ornery."
"Alright. Jim it is."
"Your dad still writing his crap?"
"He's eating right now."
"Good for him! Tell him he should eat more and put some meat on." I gave the message to dad.
"Son, why don't you come up the hill to my cabin before you lose your mind? It's not as bad up here."
"I can't, Jim. Our driveway is flooded."
"You got boots don't you? Take the trail behind your dad's place. It's only a couple of miles. You'll see my cabin. The trail will be muddy but nothing dangerous."
"Alright. I'll be there. Thanks, Jim."
Somehow I managed to sound casual even though my heart was beating fast and my cock was staining my cargo shorts with precum. I hung up and made for the bathroom. I managed to drop my shorts before I exploded. I caught my jizz in my right hand, supporting myself with my left on the sink. I licked my hand clean, imagining it was Jim's cum.
Journal Entry 6/4
I spent the night here at Jim's cabin. It's a nice, roomy log cabin. He passes
the nicer seasons here and winters in Florida.
When I arrived from the hike up, my boots and calves were caked in mud. Jim had
me stand on a flat rock a few feet away from his stacks of firewood while he
hosed my boots and calves with water. I had to do some complicated calculus in
my head to keep from getting aroused. He put my boots on a boot warmer to dry
and gave me a towel. I dug out my trailrunners from my backpack and we went for
a stroll around the hill.
I love walking behind him. He kept pointing out the views but I was seeing
something better. At one point, he bent down to pick up a fallen tree branch. It
was a big one. I watched as his buns and hamstrings stretched out. I stopped
breathing for a few seconds! And then, before we went into his cabin for lunch,
we stopped at the same flat rock he had hosed me down. He planted his right foot
on the rock and nodded to his cabin. "I had that built five years back. Best
decision I've made. It did wonders for my writing." He chuckled. "Yup, I'm a
writer too. Mysteries are my thing, though. That's why your dad puts up with me.
I don't really believe his writing is crap. It's just friendly banter, you see."
"I see, " I said, literally and figuratively. I saw the mound between his legs.
His bulge had always been visible but now it was more fully revealed. "I need to
use the bathroom. Do you mind?" I blurted out.
"Help yourself, son. I'll heat up some soup."
I stood over the toilet and jacked off, imagining how big his cock and balls
must be to create such a mound. Mine were bigger than average, a good size.
Somehow I had to see him naked, I thought, as I once again filled my cupped hand
with cum and ate it.
When I came out of the bathroom, Jim called me to eat in the living room. I sat
down on the sofa and started on the chicken noodle soup, apparently from a can.
Jim was sitting in a recliner, angled toward the sofa, in front of the fireplace
with his mug of soup. I darted glances at him when he wasn't looking my way. His
shaved head glistened in the light. His green eyes would look out contentedly
through the windows. He kept his moustache and beard short but not too short to
be bristly. High cheekbones, wide and full lips, strong chin...I wanted to kiss
him. His lightly haired arms were thick and muscular. He probably played
football in his younger days. Now, chopping wood kept his upper body strong.
Seated, bare feet on the hardwood floor, all of his lower body strained against
the fabric of his jeans. I had to stop looking before...
"You alright, son?" Jim was looking straight at me. "You're looking at me mighty
strangely."
"Sorry, didn't mean to be rude." I didn't know what else to say.
"Don't mind. I was hoping you'd be a little more straightfoward. I'm not very
good at making advances." Was that hope I was seeing in his eyes? He was hoping
I'd hit on him!
"I...I didn't...uh..think you...you know," I stammered, hoping he would finish
the sentence for me. But he kept quiet. "I didn't think you were gay."
His eyes never wavered from mine. "Well, I'm not, I guess. Never looked on a man
with desire...before."
"What do you mean 'before'?"
"Before you."
"You desire me?! Why? I'm just an average kid in college. I'm not a hottie or
hugely endowed or anything like that." I wasn't being modest, just honest.
"If you're not attracted to me, I'd understand. I'm more than twice your age..."
"Fuck, Jim! Not attracted to you! You're all I've thought about the last few
days. God, I've cum so many...." I couldn't believe what I was saying. Even
more, I couldn't believe my eyes. Jim was blushing!
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to embarrass you."
Jim smiled at me. I smiled back at him. Neither of us made a move though. We
were both unsure of what to do next.
Jim cleared his throat and made as though to say something but faltered. He
licked his lips. "Um...I've never been with a man. I don't know how men do
things. I've been with plenty of women, mind you, but that's a different
thing...different ways of doing things....well, you know...ah...." Jim looked
away, embarrassed, still licking his lips.
I realized then that he wanted me to guide him, to show him how men do things.
He was vulnerable, sitting there, licking his lips, his cheeks still a bit pink.
How far would he follow? Let's find out!
I stood up and walked over to him. I watched as he turned his face and looked up
at me. He didn't look at my bulging crotch but looked directly into my eyes. His
eyes were like the waters of a bay on some Caribbean island. I swam in those
waters for some time. I don't know what he saw in my brown eyes. Finally, I
broke eye contact and looked down on his crotch. His bulge was huge but I could
tell he wasn't hard.
"Are you sure you desire me? I'm hard," I said with a glance at the tent in my
shorts, "but you're not."
"I do, really. It doesn't get hard unless it's worked on."
"Do you desire my body? Which parts?"
"Yes, your eyes and lips." Again he licked his lips.
"Not my cock or ass?"
"I don't know. This is all new to me," Jim replied lamely. And for some strange
reason, I noticed then that he had stopped referring to me as "son." Jim had his
hands spread on the the arms of the chair, the fingertips pressing into the
cushions.
"Do you know what my name is, Jim?" I kept on with the interrogation even though
I could see Jim was getting uncomfortable.
"No. Your father introduced you as his son and you never said. I don't know. I
guess I should have asked."
"Jim, my name is Tommy. Nice to meet you." I extended a hand and Jim took it in
his for handshake.
"Nice to meet you, Tommy." We held on to each other's hands. Finally, with a
gentle smile, I released my grip and pulled my hand away. Jim didn't try to hold
on but kept his fingers lightly against my skin to prolong the contact.
"Take your shirt off, Jim." I whispered.
Jim didn't hesitate. He leaned forward and pulled off his shirt. I looked down
on his bare torso, muscular pecs with firm, protruding nipples, soft downy hair
full on the chest and tapering down to his belly button. He had bit of a gut but
I could still see hints of the muscles beneath the fat.
Stepping back, I said, "Stand up and drop your pants."
Again, Jim did not hesitate. He sprung to his feet, unbuckled his belt, unzipped
the fly, and pushed his jeans down around his ankles. He stood there in his
boxers, jeans pooled over his feet. I told him to drop his boxers and he
complied.
I marveled at the man before me. "You are gorgeous," I said. Jim blushed again.
His soft, pink cock hung down over his round pink balls. He had a small fluff of
brown pubic hair but his balls, like two billiard balls, were completely smooth.
His thighs were massive with again that soft downy hair lightly covering them.
He wasn't a hairy man like I thought he would be but I wasn't disappointed.
"Step out of your clothes and turn around," I said with more authority in my
voice. I was getting turned on by Jim's obedience. Jim sprung to action
immediately as though he had been waiting eagerly for instructions. His back and
ass were smooth, just a faint fuzz of almost imperceptible hair. I ripped off my
own clothes.
"Bend forward." I watched again as his buns and hamstrings spread, now
completely exposed. His calves too flexed and stretched. His tiny hole came into
view, also pink and hairless. I wanted to lean down and eat his hole, press my
tongue into him. This was too much for me. I needed to come.
"Sit down," I commanded hoarsely. Once seated, I said to him, "I need to cum,
Jim. I want to come in your mouth."
Here Jim hesitated. "I don't know, Tommy. Couldn't you..."
"Your mouth, Jim. Open it." Strange, I had never been very forceful before.
Having this big, gorgeous, older man obey me turned me on enormously. I couldn't
stop.
Jim opened his mouth. I could see in his eyes that this wasn't what he wanted.
But he obeyed me anyways and I had to cum. I didn't force my cock in. I laid the
tip gently on his tongue, holding my cock in place with my hand. As soon as I
felt his tongue, I shot my load. Though the shots battered the back of his
throat, Jim didn't bolt at all, but kept perfectly still. I, on the other hand,
trembled bodily, collapsed forward. The orgasm had been a powerful one.
When I recovered and my heartbeat returned to normal, I looked down on Jim and
saw that he was erect. His cock stood straight up like a mast. It looked more
like a dangerous club than a cock, the head was an angry purple, a tiny
glistening bead of precum on the pisshole.
"You liked that, didn't you?" I asked. When he didn't reply, I stood straight up
and looked him in the face. His mouth was still open, filled with my cum.
"Swallow it," I ordered. He gulped it down and then licked his lip. I straddled
his thighs, his cock pressing against my own and my stomach. I looked him in the
eyes and kissed him. We moaned together as we kissed, our tongues lapping each
other. I could taste the cum on his tongue.
I broke the kiss and gave Jim a mischievous grin. "I bet you like to be sucked?"
Jim nodded. "Hold on, then." I slid down off his lap and kissed his cock on the
head. Jim gasped. I let loose, licking, kissing, sucking. His cock was thicker
and longer than I've been used to but after a couple of minutes I adjusted to
his size. At first, Jim was quiet except for a few gasps. But as he got closer
to cumming, he began moaning and grunting. It is intoxicating when a big man
moans and grunts.
I didn't let him cum too soon. I wanted to play so I pulled away and fondled his
balls. They felt so good cupped in my hands. Then I licked them and took each
one in my mouth. "Oh!" I heard from Jim. I looked up to see his head tilted
back, mouth gaping wide. I lavished attention on his balls for a couple of
minutes and then attacked his cock with vigor. "Oh, God!" Jim exclaimed.
As soon as I felt his balls tighten and his legs tremble, I pulled away. "No.
Please, Tommy. Don't stop," Jim begged. I grinned devilishly at him. Jim
whimpered, realizing he'll cum when I'm ready for him to cum. "Please, Tommy.
Please let me cum."
"Keep begging," I said as I returned to his balls. They were delicious. I
occasionally slapped them making Jim gasp and eyes bulge.
"Please, Tommy. I can't take anymore. Please!"
"You want me to stop?"
"No, please, no. Don't stop. Just let me cum."
"I'm not ready for you. Get up!"
Jim pushed himself up, his legs a little unsteady. I sat down on the chair and
had Jim grip his ankles, his ass presented to me. I tenderly rubbed his ass
cheeks. They were firm and hot. I brought my face closer and sniffed. His crack
smelled like soap. Good, he had washed. I gripped his hips and, without warning,
drove my tongue against his hole, licking it furiously. Jim's whole body
convulsed. He moaned, "Oh..oh, my...oh...oh, god!" After a little while, I eased
up and licked gently, slowly. It sounded like Jim was purring, a deep baritone
purr. My cock was completely hard again.
"Stand!" I was getting accustomed to using my commanding voice. Jim stood with
his back to me. I caressed his ass and asked, "Are you enjoying all of this?"
"Yes," he blurted, breathing heavily.
"Turn!" He stood with his cock proudly saluting me, precum dripping along the
bottom of his shaft. The veins were pronounced. His balls were drawn up, sack
furrowed, and they had also taken on an angry shade of purple. "Poor Jim, you
really need to cum, don't you?"
"Yes, Tommy. I do. Please let me cum." He looked like a puppy begging for a
treat. I didn't reply immediately. Instead I watched as his chest and abs moved
with his breathing.
"Do you like it when I command you?"
"Yes, Tommy."
"Do you like obeying my commands?"
"Yes, Tommy." Just then his cock twitched and a drop of precum oozed out and
dropped to the floor.
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