A FATHER'S STORY part 4 SeXStoRY

I was happiest when I had Jake for extended periods of time. Since my ex wife was going away with her current boyfriend I would have Jake for over a week. He was estactic about the time alone and could not wait for the day to arrive, but we still got chances to sneak away and be together whenever we could. I could not help feel a light sting of jealousy when Jake told me that he was tutoring a member of the school football team but it was just rouse to be alone. The guy, Alan, was a tall muscular jock whom you would be the last person to be gay, but he was a closeted homosexual. The idea of coming out, as Jake told me, would get him banished from his very straight Rebulican f****y. The jealousy was fleeting and I was glad Jake was helping someone. "How is the sex?" I asked. Jake's face lit up and then suddenly slackened. "But not better than you," he said. I was still the only person he dressed in drag for. With Alan it was sexual with Jake playing the submissive, which usually preferred, but did on occassion liked to "get my dick dirty". Whenever Jake described these encounters I found myself becoming very aroused and discreetly removed my cock and stroked it as he continued the story. As the story progressed I opened his pants and removed his cock and started sucking on it, tasting the preexisting precum from the tip. The only negative aspect, explained Jaked, was the pent of sexual energy that Alan had amassed sometimes became hurtful as he fucked Jake and purged himself of that energy. It never got violent, Jake was very quick to add. He enjoyed being with Alan. I could contain myself no longer and slipped off his pants and poistioned him with his legs legs up and face up at me. I never liked to fuck Jake doggie style so I could not see his face. There is something very arousing to see the changes in your lover's face during sex. Some where more expressive than others. I spat in my hand and rubbed it onto engorged cock and then gently prepping Jake's asshole--the muscles were no longer timid and tense but very open and welcoming. With one one hand kneading Jake's cock and the other holding onto my cock and poised to penetrate. I wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible. I imagined Jake and ALan in a similar position and then the look on Jake's face when I drove my cock in. He drew in a deep sharp breath and shifted his hips. He was still wonderfully tight. I pumped and rested whenever I felt the approach of an orgasm. He had already squirted his come all over his belly and chest and his cock shrank away in my hand. I used his come as lubricant when my saliva had dried up and I was long before ejaculating myself. I fucked him with a renewed strength after each little pause. His face took on a sweet dreamy glow. I was never a clock-watcher when it came to sex and never kept time as to how long it took before I finally finished, but today I wanted to surpass my competititor. I briefly withdraw my cock and gazed at the gaping hole of his ass but plunging it in again. We were both panting and pouring sweat before I finally gave up the fight and quickly withdrew my cock and with a long deep cry of anguish I dishcharched several lengthy streams of come over Jake's chest, face, hair. Even I was startled by the density of the streams. Jake gently kneaded my aching balls as a little bit more seeped out onto his legs and cock. I would never try this painful appraoch to sex. I had nothing to fear from some high shcool football player; Jake was in love with me and looked forward to the time we had coming up. He had already packed his clothes and by the end of the week he would be dropped off by my ex wife and once through my front door he shed all his "straight" clothes and would walk around in nothing but his "true" clthes, which now included a Catholic school girl uniform complete with white blouse, plain skirt, and knee high socks. The sight of Jake walking around in this outfit never failed enflame my passions.