From: Joe Jones <jonesboy@worldnet.att.net>
Subject: MEN OF THE HOUSE (father/son, sequel to Man of The House)
Date: Mon, 24 Feb 1997 20:40:12 -0800

Standard Disclaimer here ---

If you are under age 18, and/or offended by graphic sexual content,
and/or live in an area in which such subject matter is illegal,  PLEASE
skip this posting.  Go write your own sex story, if you need to, but
don't read this.


Now this is ONLY part 1 of MEN OF THE HOUSE, the sequel to an earlier
story, Man of The House.  MEN picks up not long after MAN ended, but is
told in a very different style.

I hope no one is frustrated by reading an incomplete story --- the rest
will follow in a week or two, I think.  But I wanted to put this out
there, and get any feedback before taking MEN to its completion.  If you
would like to comment on this story or any aspect of it, please e mail
me.

Thanks


MEN OF THE HOUSE (Man of The House part 2)
by Joe Jones
Author of Letters Home, The Wonder Year and Man of The House


MEN OF THE HOUSE, Part 1

     Dan had been fucking his brother-in-law Ted's ass for about a year. 
     Access wasn't really a problem.  Ted lived in the basement
apartment, where he'd lived even before Dan married Lynn, for the three
years he'd been in college.  When Lynn wasn't home Dan could fuck Ted,
or they'd go for a ride together and Ted could suck Dan's cock while he
drove.  Or when Lynn was sleeping, Dan would go down to Ted's room and
slide the full length of his 9 inch cock into Ted's hungry hole.
Things hadn't always been like this.  At best they tolerated each other
in Lynn's house.  But ever since Lynn left them alone for two weeks,
since they discovered that fucking was the one great thing they had in
common, nothing could stop them.  Either of them.  
     When Lynn wanted to go back to work after having the baby, she
suggested having a baby sitter come in during the three nights each week
that she taught at night school.  Instead Dan suggested hiring Ted to do
it, in exchange for his room and board.  *He's 21,* Dan had said to
her.  *Time he started earning his keep.*  When Lynn protested that he'd
lived in her home rent free for years at her insistence, Dan relented,
and said they could pay Ted for his services.  He suggested $100 a week,
and Lynn agreed.  Lynn couldn't know that he'd been giving Ted easily
that much for months.  
     With Lynn out of the house Dan could fuck Ted more often.  And he
did.
     He never felt any conflict about loving his wife and fucking her
brother, though of course Lynn didn't know a thing.  After all, Dan did
his job.  He earned enough money for them all.  All he had ever wanted
to be was a provider.  He did what a man does.  Took care of his wife,
and kids, and now Ted.  Protected them.  And as with everything, Dan had
to be the best.  To pay for providing for first one family and then two,
he worked hard --- through most of his vacations, and weekends too.  
     Until Ted, the rewards of Dan's life were in providing pleasure to
others.  Fucking Ted was the great selfish pleasure in his own life. 
Nothing else had ever felt so purely good.  Nobody else had ever matched
Dan's sexual appetite, or could take it all and keep on going.  Whenever
he wanted some ass he'd go down to the basement apartment where Ted
lived, and take it.  He never had to worry about Ted's pleasure in it,
because Ted loved it all.  Loved Dan's massive cock stuffed up his ass. 
Or plunged down his throat. 
     Dan had never really had the time to spend with his kids he was
providing for, and since his first wife divorced him Dan saw even less
of his oldest kids.  Since their mother remarried and moved to
California not at all.  When his 18 year old, Scott, asked if he could
spend the summer with him, Dan was thrilled.  The house would be a
little cramped, but he couldn't wait to have his boy live with him
again.

                                                                      (
* )

     Lately things hadn't been so good.  Sometimes after sex he'd sulk. 
Or he'd get angry with Dan and avoid him.  Ted wanted something, and
although Dan didn't know exactly what it was, he didn't think it was in
his power to give.  Ted wanted something more.  Maybe to stop getting
fucking by his sister's husband behind her back.  Maybe to not share him
anymore.  But what else could Dan do?  Leave Lynn for him?  No.  As much
as he loved fucking boy ass, Dan wasn't gay.  Wasn't and never would be.
Near the end of spring semester, Ted told Dan and Lynn he'd spend the
summer in Europe.  
That night Dan came down to Ted's bedroom to try to dissuade him.   
     "I could use a break," Ted told him.  "From everything.  Besides,
your son is coming to visit.  There'll be more room for him when I'm
gone.  He can use my room."
     Dan hated the thought of Ted being gone.  In addition to missing
him, he hated the thought of Ted meeting someone in Europe, getting
fucked by someone else --- Ted's ass was his, after all.  And the
thought of Ted getting fucked by someone else turned him on too.  His
cock grew stiff, imagining a fat cock up Ted's ass.  He kissed Ted's
lips tenderly, then guided the boy's face down to his erection.  
     The week before Ted left for Europe, Scott arrived.  Picking him up
at the airport, Dan was stunned.  His scrawny tow-headed boy had turned
into a handsome young man.  The pearly-white hair that used to hang in
Scott's face in long clumps had been trimmed up to a fuzzy brush cut,
his gangly arms had filled out with visible muscle.  Even though he was
about as slim in the hips and waist as he'd been at his scrawniest, his
shoulders were almost as broad as Dan's now.  In appearance Scott took
after his mother and her family, their light coloring and lean bodies,
but there was some of Dan in him too.  The best of both his parents in
fact.  His face was right on the cusp between the sweet innocence of
youth and the predatory look of an adult male.  Dan could hardly believe
it.
     "Look at you," he said, hugging his son tightly, "I hardly
recognized you!"
     Scott shrugged.
     Dan patted his shoulders, looked him up and down.  "You've been
working out, or what?  Where's my skinny kid?"
     "Oh," said Scott, "y'know Michael is a coach...he kind of got be
going."  Mike, Scott's step father.  Dan's replacement.
     "Well, good job," said Dan, trying to not think about another man
fathering his son.  "You look great Scottie.  I'm glad you're here." 
     While Dan was at work, Ted showed Scott around.  Took him to the
gym, to a movie, a mall.  Dan envied their time together, but he loved
seeing them together.  His two beautiful boys.  Ted was good looking, a
classic preppy with a beautiful face and body, lean and smooth.  Scott
was striking, if only because of his coloring, which made his newly
muscled body look like sculpted marble.  Two good looking young men,
buddies --- anyone who saw them might think they were fending off the
girls left and right, not knowing that Ted was getting fucked by his
brother in law, and that Scott never even had a girlfriend, too shy to
even approach a girl.
     The night after Scott arrived, Dan was restless.  Ted would be
leaving the next day.  While everyone slept he got up out of bed, and
went to the bathroom.  He thought of his son and the change that had
taken place in him, and looked at his own body in the mirror.  He wasn't
a kid anymore, but what a hot fucking kid he once was.  Prom King, voted
Most Popular, sports hero.  His face, even at 39, was still handsome. 
Always had been.  A blunt nose, a solid manly jaw with a chin as flat
and broad as a man's hand, a full head of golden brown hair, just
graying at the temples, a trim dark mustache that made his almost pretty
face more masculine.  His body had once been like Scott's.  Trim,
athletic.  He'd gained a hell of a lot of weight since then, but he
carried it.  He was still muscular.  Like one of those pro-wrestlers on
television.  At the gym, other guys were alternately impressed and
intimidated by him.  He stood 6'4", 225 pounds.  Broad shoulders, beefy,
with rock hard biceps and thick forearms.  His pecs were two slabs of
muscle, covered with golden brown fur except for the two pink nipples,
big as half dollars.  He had a big but muscled belly, slim hips and a
high, firm ass.  Big legs, obviously strong and sturdy.  And a cock and
balls bigger than most.  Big enough that none of the girls he'd been
with could take the whole thing comfortably.  Not the way Ted did.  Just
the thought of Ted made his dick spring up.
     Dan put on a bathrobe and walked downstairs.  He saw Scott there,
sleeping on the couch.  Shirtless.  His torso illuminated by the light
coming through the open window.  He looked like an ancient sculpture,
firm and white, smooth except for the little pale hairs on his chest and
arms, silver in the moonlight.  
     Dan hurried down to Ted's room, who woke quickly.  He was used to
Dan's late night visits.  
     Dan kissed him on his beautiful lips, ran his hands over his young
athletic body.  He took Ted's cock in his mouth, and sucked him off
while he worked his own cock with his big hands.  Ted ran his own
fingers through the dense fur on Dan's chest, caressed and pinched the
erect nipples there, and then came in Dan's mouth.  As Dan swallowed the
load of semen, his own balls erupted and a load of cum sprayed onto his
furry belly in three blasts.  As the last trace of his cum oozed out of
his cock, the taste of Ted's still in his mouth, Dan traced his fingers
over Ted's ass.
     "Don't let anyone else have this," he said to Ted, as he had a few
times before.  "Don't let anyone else fuck this ass."
     "We'll talk about it later Dan, at the end of the summer." 
     The next day he and Lynn drove Ted to the airport.  Lynn hugged her
brother goodbye, and then Dan did too.  He put into Ted's hand a wad of
money.  Whispered *Be good.*  
     As the plane lifted off, Lynn said to him "You didn't have to give
him any money.  You already bought his rail pass."  
     "Ah, it was no big deal," Dan replied.  He'd been giving Ted money
for the last year, though Lynn, of course, didn't know that.    
     "How much was it?" she asked.  
     "Not much," he answered.  It was $1,000.   
     "You really like him, don't you?" Lynn asked.  "I used to think
you'd never get along."
     "He's a good kid," Dan said.  
     Lynn detected a flush of red in Dan's face, and thought he was
blushing by the admission of affection for another man.  She didn't know
it was really because of the full erection in his pants, which he hoped
wasn't as evident as he thought it must be.  
     All the way home, Dan wished that he'd fucked Ted last night.

                                                                      (
* )

     Dan missed Ted more than he thought he would.  He missed the sex. 
He made love to Lynn, of course.  She was his wife, after all.  And he
enjoyed it.  But he also missed the roughness of sex with a man, he
missed Ted's tight hole and the way he worshipped Dan's body.  He missed
the intimacy with another man.
     Scott's presence made it easier, and more difficult at the same
time.  Easier in that Dan loved being with him, loved working out with
him, even just watching TV together.  Easier in that it made Dan feel
good to slap his son's muscled shoulder, in the way men do.  More
difficult in that hid handsome young face and chiseled body reminded Dan
daily of what he had lost for the summer, and maybe longer.  Dan
couldn't help but look with some longing at his son's body, at his
perfect ass.  The gym was the worst though --- the sight of Scott
peeling off his gym clothes from his pumped and sweaty body was almost
more than Dan could take.  In the showers Dan couldn't help but notice
that his son seemed to have inherited his fathers fat long cock.  
     He worried a little about the feelings he had for his son, but felt
it was only natural to be turned on by a hot young body.  Besides, Dan
wasn't gay.  He just had a taste for ass, and it couldn't be helped that
the hottest young ass in sight belonged to his son.  His son.  The son
he made, provided for, loved, given half his being in fact.  The lust he
felt was nothing he would act on, but it gave him an almost constant
erection when they were together.  There was little to be done about it
-- masturbation was a poor substitute for an inviting asshole.  And Ted
had spoiled Dan badly.  
     As the summer progressed, Dan became more obsessed with getting a
piece of ass.  He stared at the bodies of the younger men at work.  At
the gym he was distracted, and once let a 100 pound weight drop on the
floor, drawing the attention of all the muscled young men there.  At
home his son Scott was a source of constant temptation.  As the
temperature rose he wore less clothing, and Dan could swear that he
smelled sex on the boys exposed skin.
     Late one night after work Dan found himself in the neighborhood of
the Cuff, a gay bar.  He didn't know one gay bar from another, but he
knew this one because Ted had mentioned it.  Without thinking much about
it he parked his car, and walked over to the bar.  Inside he ordered a
beer.  Stood at the bar.
     Dan had been in enough bars in his lifetime, and didn't expect to
be much surprised by anything at The Cuff.  But the sight of so many
men, and the smell of sexual desire filling the bar, was something he
couldn't have imagined.  There were younger men, older men.  Some bare
chested.  A few in full cowboy gear.  A lot of baseball caps.  Men in
leather.  Some took note of Dan, sized him up, others oblivious to him. 
And one thing on all of their minds, at least those sober enough to
remember their intent: sex.  Sex everywhere.  
     One younger man, with curly red hair made a space for himself at
the bar next to Dan.  He looked into Dan's face and said "Hi."
     "Hi," said Dan.  Wondering what would happen next.
     "Well aren't you butch," said the boy, "Mr. Tom of Finland
himself!" 
     Dan said nothing.  The word *faggot* ran through his head.
     After a minute the red headed boy turned to talk to someone else.
     What was Dan doing here?  He could have fucked that boy, he
thought.  But was it worth it?  He and Ted never used condoms, because
they never fucked anyone else.  Was he going to risk that?  For a
faggot?  No.
     Dan hated boys like that one.  He had seen some at the gym.  They
could lift and press like a real man, but when they were done they'd
sashay away like...like girls.  Their gait.  Their mannerisms. 
Whispering and giggling.  Their bodies were hard, but they were soft. 
And no matter how hot their bodies were, nothing could have been a
bigger turn off for Dan.  What a waste, he thought, of a good piece of
ass.       
     What Dan wanted was a man.  A man's ass and mouth.  A man's dick. 
A man's attitude and voice.  Someone like Ted, who although he was gay,
was...relaxed.  Centered.  Tough, in his way.  A man, like Dan.  Or
Scott. 
     Dan decided to leave.
     On his way out he noticed one man in particular.  Big and beefy,
but slim in the hips.  Although he couldn't see the man's face, from
behind he could have been Dan himself.  Except for the clothes, of
course --- the man wore skin tight jeans, and a black leather harness. 
He was leaning against a wall, and between him and the wall was a
slimmer young man.  He sheltered the boy, with a proprietary stance.  At
Predatory.  Dan could tell that that man was going to enjoy some ass
tonight.  *Lucky stiff,* thought Dan.  Nearing the door he turned to get
a better look at the leather man, to see if he really looked all that
much like Dan after all.  Right away he saw a  mustache like his own,
but then was distracted by something else.  Something light, almost
glowing.  The boy's hair. The boy in jeans and a snug white t shirt,
under the leather man's muscled bicep.  Scott.  It was Scott the man was
talking to.  Scott smiling sheepishly, a beer in his hand. 
     What was his son doing in a gay bar?
     Dan wondered that for a whole half minute.  Until the reality hit
him.  Hard.  Harder than the birth of his kids.  Harder than the death
of his parents.  Harder Scott's mother divorcing him.  He felt his body
go away.  Numbly, as if it wasn't his body at all anymore, he walked
over to his son, and the man.  He had no idea what his body would do
next.
     "He's 18," Dan heard himself say.  The leather man looked at him. 
Fucking homo.  Fuck with my son.  Dan felt his hands.  Fists.  Heard his
heart thunder in his ears.  Confused.  Scott's face, terrified.
     It was the fear in Scott's eyes that made Dan assert control over
himself.  
     "Come on," he said to the boy, "let's go."  He turned his back,
fully expecting Scott to follow.  Dan imagined the confusion on the face
of the leather man.  Who had no idea how close he'd been to being
beaten.  If Dan had looked at him once more he'd have done it.  Smashed
his faggot face in.  
     Silence all the way to the car, and then inside.  Start the car and
drive.  Scott, small in the passenger seat.
     "Put on your safety belt," Dan said, without thinking to do so. 
Still on automatic.
     "Dad...Dad I..."
     Dan closed his eyes and nodded his head.   "Stop," he said.  "I
don't want to talk now."
     Home.  Lynn in bed already.  Dan opened the door, and Scott want
straight down to his bedroom.  Ted's room.  Dan sat in the living room
and turned on the television.  The volume was on, but he couldn't hear a
word.  It just sounded like static.  Numb all over.  The vision of that
man, hovering over Scott, played in his mind again and again.  And
Scott's smile.  Stupid kid.  Dan couldn't think.  Couldn't feel anything
except for his jack hammer heart pounding blood through him.  
     On his way upstairs, to bed, he stopped.  Unzipped his fly, and let
his erection bounce free.  He spit into his hand, slid it over his thick
cock, sticky with a flood of pre-cum.  He came almost instantly, only
distantly of what his own body and mind were doing.  
     He sat down.  Alone, and blind in the darkness.  

                                                                      (
* )

     At breakfast, Scott was quiet.  Timid.  But Dan was cheerful,
almost effusive.  While Lynn washed breakfast dishes, Dan said he'd take
Scott out for a drive.
     "You know I'm not gonna' kill you," Dan said, driving.  He looked
over to his boy and smiled, affectionately.
     "No.  I don't know.  You could've last night."
     "Yeah.  Yeah.  I was pretty steamed.  But I'm okay now.  I love you
Scottie."
     "I love you too Dad," Scott replied, in soft tones.  His eyes were
bloodshot.  His cheeks scarlet.
     "I ought to ask you how you got into that bar, Scottie..." Dan
began.
     "I bought a fake ID," Scott interrupted.  
     "Okay.  Yeah.  Hell, I had one too at your age, so I can't hold it
against you."
     "Dad...at the bar...how did you find me?  How did you know where I
was?"
     "How?  I followed you.  I was worried about you so I followed
you."  This was Dan's prepared lie.  "But that's not important.  See,
Scottie, you being at that bar...I figure a lot of this is my fault.  I
wasn't around when you were little.  Not enough.  And then
lately...well, I wasn't much of a Dad to you."
     "No...that's not it.  Dad..."
     "A boy needs a dad.  Needs to see a man around.  Y'know, when you
were little I'd take you out for a drive, just like this.  Not going
anywhere.  Just driving.  At night mostly.  Sometimes we'd be gone for
hours, and never say a word the whole time.  Just coasting in the dark
with my boy.  Your mom'd want to kill me by the time we got back.  You
probably don't remember."
     "Yes I do Dad.  I remember one night when you drove so far that we
weren't even in the city anymore...out nowhere...and we got out of the
car, and you showed me the stars, and a big full moon.  And I think I
fell asleep going home, I think."
     Dan remembered that night too.  Remembered thinking that his son's
hair was as white and bright as the full moon.  Remembered carrying
Scott on his hip, his little legs straddled around Dan's waist. 
Remembered feeling bigger than ever, more sure of himself than ever. 
And kissing the glowing hair on top of his son's head.         
     "But Dad," he continued, "it's not that.  Not about that."
     "You don't know anything Scott.  You're just a kid."
     "I know that I'm gay, Dad."
     "No, you're not."
     "Yeah Dad, I am.  One of the reasons I came out here this summer
was to tell you.  I wanted to tell you face to face.  And then I
chickened out, once I got here."
     "I don't know Scott.  What am I supposed to say here?"
     "I don't know either, Dad.  I thought...I hoped you'd be okay.  You
know...after I met Ted, I figured..."
     "What?" Dan asked, his voice unexpectedly rising.  "After you met
Ted what?"
     "Well he's gay...and he lives in the same house with you and all."
     "He told you that?  That he's gay?"
     "I guess.  I guess he didn't exactly HAVE to tell me.  I guess we
both sort of knew.  About each other."
     "Ted's a good kid.  But I always figure it's not too late for him. 
He might change.  You know.  Get married.  Have kids."
     "I'm not going to, Dad.  I'm not going to change."
     In silence again, they rode on, aimlessly.  Coasting in the
brilliant July heat, under a clear sky.    

                                                                      (
* )

     When Lynn went shopping, Dan suggested she take Scott with her, to
help carry bags.
     When they were gone, Dan turned on the light to Ted's bedroom,
Scott's room now, and went down the stairs.  Opened drawers.  Looked for
clues.  Or evidence.  Of what he didn't know exactly.  There was little
conscious thought in this.  Just instinct.  Animal instinct.
     He found dirty clothes.  Jeans.  T shirts.  Socks ripe with gym
odor.  In a drawer with clean clothes he found a box of condoms. 
Opened.  He checked the contents and found 12 condoms.  The number it
came with, according to the box.  Some magazines.  Cassettes.  Groups
Dan had never heard of.  A notebook.  Or something else.  A journal.
     Dan took it from the drawer and sat down to read it.  A lot of
usual kid stuff.  Pissed at his mother.  Wanting privacy.  Hating a
teacher.  Sex.  Worried that he jacks off too much.  A crush on a
football player in his senior year.  Working out so that...so that men
will want him.
*At last the working out is paying off.  Mike took my measurements, and
we were just blown away.  I hated Mike for pushing me to do this, and
then I did it to impress him, and now I'm doing it because I see the
difference it is making.  Sometimes I look in the mirror and I just
think I am so hot now.  Sometimes I just think I'm a loser.  But I see
that other guys notice too.  They look at me now, the way I used to look
at all those assholes who didn't even know I was alive: Brian, Tony,
Nathan.  Even Mike.  There.  I said it.  And you-know-who too.  Fuck,
sometimes I just feel like everything I do is for nothing.*	 
     "Jesus," whispered Dan, as he flipped the pages, read more.
*I think I'm the unluckiest person alive.  I met a guy today at the
park.  Real cute.  We jerked off together, in the bushes.  I was so
scared we'd get caught, I don't know how I managed.  I wanted to do
things, I don't know what, everything, but I was so scared.  And scared
of AIDS too.  So we just jerked off, and looked at each other.  And I
know that he really got off looking at me.  You could just tell.  And he
was cute, but he wasn't the one I want.  And no matter what I ever get
its not what I want.  Who I want.  You-know-who.*
     And on.
*I finally talked to Dad today, and he said I could stay with him for
the summer.  Scared to death now.  I'm going to have to tell him.  Not
everything.  But some.  And I have to stop thinking it will be more than
that.  God, I'm so pathetic.  But still, I'm looking forward to it.  Dad
sent me a big check for graduation, and I went shopping right away. 
Bought some music and stuff, and bought something special I've wanted
for a long time now --- but that's my little secret.*    
     And on.
*I've been here for two weeks, and I'm jerking off like a sex fiend. 
Twice a day at least.  I hate myself.  I hate myself because I'm so
fucking sick.  Everyone's so nice, but it's hard being here.  Hard not
telling Dad, and that's the whole reason I came to start with.  And the
other thing too.  You-know-who.  What's going to happen to me?  Am I
going to spend the rest of my life like this, obsessing over someone
I'll never have?  When I have a boyfriend, when I'm in love, when we
have sex will I still be thinking of HIM?  Oh my God, what did I do to
deserve this?*
     And on.
*I went to this bar last night, and I actually got in!  There were so
many guys, and I could tell that some of them wanted me.  But they're
never what I want.  You-know-who.  He's the only one I want, really. 
And probably the only man I can't ever have.  I'm looking so good right
now, I swear to God, I could probably get the President.  But not him.*
     Dan felt his shoulders tense up.  A strange understanding was
coming over him.
*I was so stupid to come here.  God, it's hard to see him and not touch
him.  His chest and his ass and his dick.  I want to suck them all. 
Want to have his cock in me.  He's hotter than I remembered.  Or
imagined.  Whatever.  You-know-who.  Just admit it.  Dad.  You sick
fucker, you want to have sex with your own father.  You're sick.  You're
evil.  If Dad knew - it would kill him.  Or he'd kill me.  Or hate me. 
I should kill myself, and get it over with.  Put an end to my misery and
sickness and evil.  I'm going to go back to that bar tonight, and I'm
going to find someone to go home with and I don't care what happens to
me I don't care what he does with me I just want to fuck someone and get
fucked or I'll go crazy.  Whatever I get, I deserve it.*
     Oh, Scott.  What had Dan done, he wondered.  His poor sweet,
beautiful kid.  
     Dan stood up to put the journal back in its place, and two photos
slid out of it onto the floor.  Dan picked them up.  One is of Dan, in
his high school wrestling uniform.  Laughing.  His young body as strong
and athletic as Scott's now, though not as polished. The other Dan too,
but only a few years ago, taken at their family trip to the beach.  Dan
in swim trunks.  Wet, they cling to the bulge of his genitals.  He's
pumped, after a long swim, nipples hard, and the wet fur clings to his
chest and belly.   There are greasy fingerprints on the photos.  They've
been handled, often.  There tiny faded spots, in spray patterns.  From
Scott's cum, no doubt.
     With a massive erection in Dan's pants, he nervously put the photos
back in the journal, and set the journal in its original spot.  He
closed the dresser drawer and looked in the others.  Nothing but clothes
and a small overnight bag.  Almost an afterthought, Dan unzipped the
small green case.  Men use them for shaving equipment and a toothbrush,
usually.  But not Scott.  In his case was a half empty bottle of lube,
and a long fat dildo.  It must be used often, judging by the slight
brown discoloration on the tip of the head.
     Dan lifted it out of the bag, and without thinking, lifted it to
his face, to smell it.  Even his large hand barely wrapped around the
girth of it.  In size and hardness it matched Dan's own penis, which was
throbbing.  He could feel a wet splotch of pre-cum on his cotton briefs.
     Dan unbuttoned his pants.  Poured a small amount of the lube onto
the length of his dick.    
     "Oh fuck," he whispered, "oh fuck."  He pressed the dildo to his
face.  His lips.  Opened his mouth slightly, and pressed his lips to the
shaft of the dildo.  Tentatively, his tongue lapped at the side of it. 
At the head, which had no doubt spread open his son's sphincter and
plunged deep into his ass.  He closed his eyes, and the vision of his
beautiful blonde son would not leave his mind.  As he was now, fully
male, lean and muscled, hungry, starved, for sex.  He wrapped his lips
around the dildo head, and took it in his mouth, tasting the substance
which had been so deep inside Scott.  He saw him as he was then, as a
boy, that day at the beach.  He pressed the dildo head deeper, into his
throat, and sucked at it with an unexpected desperation.  He remembered
the beach, carrying Scott across the sand that was too hot for his bare
feet.  Remembered Scott's wiry torso pressed close against Dan's furry
chest, slick with suntan oil.  Remembered the boys pale legs, wrapped
gratefully around Dan's waist.  Then remembered feelings long forgotten,
from that moment.  Remembered the beautiful blonde boy clinging to him,
and knowing that his virgin asshole was only inches away from Dan's fat
cock.  Remembered the desire that welled up in him, the maddening lust,
to fuck his own son's young ass, to pump his cock in and out of it and
then fill it with his cum.    
     Without warning Dan's cock spat out thick globs of cum, in such
quantity and intensity that it hurt him.  Wincing with pleasure and pain
both, he shuddered and his cock let loose a splatter of semen in the
open dresser drawer.  Immediately he coughed out the length of the
dildo, choking and sniffling as he did.  He took one of Scott's white
cotton tank tops from the drawer, the one which had received most of his
spilled cum, and used it to mop up the rest.  As he did, he heard the
car pull up in the driveway.  
     Quickly, he crammed everything back into the dresser drawers,
closed them, went upstairs.  


End, Part 1.

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Joe Jones <jonesboy@worldnet.att.net>

"America, I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel." 
                                     -- Allen Ginsberg