Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2006 14:53:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hardly Cored <hardly_cored@yahoo.com>
Subject: Another Daughter's Skateboarding Boyfriend - second installment -

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As I stood in the doorway squeezing out the last bit of fuck juice into
this beautiful boy's shoe I just could not believe my ears. Those words
made me think of nothing any more than it made me think of sex. There is
no way in hell that my 16 y/o daughter could possibly be having sex, not
in my home, not with ME home and certainly not with her door open. It was
just impossible to believe.

I tried to set the shoe back down on the floor in same way that it looked
like it was done casually as the boy took it off. Trying to stuff my cock
back it my pants it occurred to me that I was still hard as a rock. Just
the thought that this boy might have his dick out with my daughter
playing with it was more than I could stand. I was torn between
investigating and spewing in the other shoe. I was that hot. As I have
said, this boy was too much !

Daddy had to check on his baby girl. I could not have this boy in my home
fucking my daughter while I was creaming his tennis shoes. With one final
look at the shoes I turned and headed for the stairs. I know my own home
and I was able to creep up the stairs with the stealth of a ninja.
Following the hall down to my daughter's door I was able to see that it
was indeed open just a crack. I had to look, I just had to.

The wife-beater was gone and I could see Jeremy's cut-off shorts laying
on the floor not 2 feet from the door. He was face down on Monica;s bed
with his midsection covered by nothing but a towel, and Monica...

I watched as my daughter's hands spread the oil that was in her palms
over this stud's back and shoulders. Her hands moved with skilled
precision and I found myself feeling pride that she was able to make this
boy feel so good that he had to make that moan and they were not even
having sex. Her mother used to massage me a lot before the divorce and I
new the thrill this boy was getting with my daughter on his ass and her
hands slowly caressing his body. Lucky fucker ! This boy is too much !

As Monica's hands dropped lower and started to go under the towel I
decided I had to stop her. I could see her fingers in the blond crack
hair and it was time to make my grand entrance.

"Monica Rose DuPree, what in the hell is going on here," I said loudly
but without any heat in my voice.

"Oh, hi, Daddy. Jeremy has been running around with the guys and doing
tricks on his skateboard and his muscles are really sore. I thought I
would go ahead and massage him out the way Mom taught me. I hope you do
not mind, we left the door open." All of this was said without her head
ever turning and, even now, her hands never stopped squeezing those
ass-cheeks under the towel.

"Monica, Jeremy doesn't have any clothes on, honey. Do you really think I
am not going to have any problem with my 16 y/o daughter being alone in
her room with a naked boy? No, this is not gonna work for me."

"Dad, it's not like we are up here making out or something. Jeremy put
the towel around him before he ever took his shorts off so it is not like
he was ever really naked in front of me. I have given you massages with
just a towel on before."

With that statement, Jeremy did turn his head towards me and he had the
strangest most curious look in his sparkling eyes. He kind of gave me
that silly grin again and bounced his ass up high knocking Monica off but
keeping the towel around him.

"Sorry, Mr. Dupree. I asked Monica before she ever got started if this
was gonna be OK and she assured me it was cool. Dude, I just figured she
knew you and I didn't so what could it hurt. I am really sorry though."
He almost sounded sincere ! This boy is too much !

"Oh, Jeremy, don't be sorry. It is all cool, right, Dad?"

"Hey, Guys, I am not mad or anything...I just think this situation is a
little inappropriate. Monica, why don't you come on down stairs with me
while Mr. Grand Champion Skateboarder get his clothes on."

"No problem, Dad. Do you mind if Jeremy uses the shower? I told him that
if you did not have a problem then we could wash up his gear real fast,
he could wash his gear, and then he could go out to dinner with us. Is
that cool?"

"way to much info, honey. That last image I need is Jeremy and his gear
while he's naked in my daughter's bedroom. Why don't you grab his clothes
and go throw them in the wash real fast?"

"Thanks, Daddy, I knew it would be cool to invite him." With that she
bounced off her bed with those 34C's leading the way and scooped up his
shorts and wife-beater and bounded out the door reminding me so much of
her mother.

No sooner did she get out the door than Jeremy stood up with the towel
wrapped around him. He started to apologize again and as the telephone
rang I noticed his erection tenting the towel. With an excuse to leave,
and nothing to say anyway, I gave that hard on one last glance, stared
intently with disapproval in his eyes and turned to get the phone. All I
could see was that chipped toothed grin and a tented towel. Boy what a
night this was going to be. This boy is too much !

I rounded the corner into the kitchen and ran right into Monica. She had
got the phone already and deposited a wadded up handful of clothes on the
kitchen floor.

"Oh sure, Vanessa. I'll get my dad to agree to it and we can go from
there." I listened to my daughter drone on as I took the clothes from the
floor and headed towards the laundry room. It sounded as if we were going
to have another guest for dinner this evening.

A scoop of tide and the washer filling and I was ready to put the clothes
in. I took a minute to go through the pockets of Jeremy's shorts to be
sure nothing got caught in the washer. Unhooking the chain from his belt
loop I removed his wallet from the side pocket. With the shorts this
close to my face the smell of boy sweat was remarkable. Laying the wallet
on the dryer I noticed that circle indentation that all guys know so
well. At least, if nothing else, the boy comes prepared. Then, without
even thinking, his shorts were inside out and in my face.

Any one who has ever sniffed after a boy knows what I was greeted with.
For those readers who are less fortunate... oh my goodness. If you get
the chance, take it. I pressed the rough denim material into my face and
inhaled until I could not take in anymore funk. I could smell every
detail of this boy that his mom doesn't want people to know. The sweat
from his pubic hair, that tangy scent of that last drop of piss that can
never be fully shaken off and winds up running down the leg and of course
the nasty naughty smell of his dried precum that had been leaking out
from his many erections that follow a boy around all day. It was
absolutely heaven.

"Hey, Dad, can you come out here a minute?" I actually jumped at my
daughter's voice and my hands unclenched and the boy's shorts went right
into the washer. With one last longing glance at the material of my
dreams that was already being soaked with warm water, I dropped in the
boy's shirt, slipped my hard cock into my waistline and headed for the
kitchen.

Much as expected, Vanessa was joining all of us for dinner. After getting
a nice button down shirt for the handsome stud to put over his
wife-beater we were gone and on our way.

All three kids sat in the backseat, Jeremy between the two girls, and
chatted away contentedly as we sped to our destination. Every time I
looked in the rear-view mirror Jeremy's eyes would lock on mine and I
would once again be reminded of just how hot this boy really was. He was
just too much !

Dinner was pretty uneventful. We had dinner with Vanessa on several
occasions and she was always very polite and well mannered. Jeremy put
his napkin in his lap, called the waitress Ma'am and even cut his meat
with the grace of a brought up kid. I always think it is funny when I see
grown people in a restaurant holding the knife and forks in there fists
and digging at their food like cave-people. Just about the time it was go
I decided I better hit the john.

"Wait up, Mr D and I'll join you. All this girl talk is starting to get
irritating anyway." And there was that grin again. the one that says he
doesn't mean what he is saying, he thinks he is too cute and he just
needs to piss. My stomach rolled at that thought of being in the bathroom
with this kid and I actually started to sweat.

Coming through the door my eyes immediately fell on my worse nightmare.
two urinals, one short and one tall, and no modesty divider. My head went
to buzzing and I barely heard the kid say,"Man, thanks for an awesome
dinner, Mr. D !" Giving him his welcome I took my place at the tall
urinal and pulled out a cock I did not even realize was hard. I can't
even stop perving on this boy long enough to take a piss.

I was shocked into reality when I heard,"Damn, Mr. D. That's a nice one !
I ain't never seen a grown cut man before. I can't believe how big it
makes the head look. That waitress got you boned up too, I see." And then
that was followed with one of the most childish chuckles I think I have
ever come out of a grown boy.

At first I wasn't quite sure how to respond. I know times have changed a
lot but when I was a kid we just did not comment on the dick of our
girl's father, or any other dick at a urinal for that matter. Turning my
head and looking down I found a response as I stared at this teenager's
hard dick.

"Well, that's just a bit weird, Jeremy, but thanks. Looks like you got a
pretty nice one yourself." All I could do was stare after that. The shirt
that I had loaned him was left unbuttoned and his wife-beater came down
to just the top of his shorts. His shorts were completely unbuttoned and
unzipped and without underwear to obstruct the view I had a perfect view
of this boy in all his glory.

I had honestly expected his dick to be a little bigger. He was so cute
and sexy that I just thought he would have the entire package. What I saw
was no disappointment though, don't get me wrong. There was a 17 y/o boy
dick that was easily five inches long. From his comment about my being
cut I assumed he was not. I was not able to detect any ring meat but
there was no foreskin to speak of either. He had it pulled back as tight
as it would go to take his piss. The golden stream was coming from a
perfectly shaped football helmet head that was an amazing blush color and
twice the width of the rest of the shaft.  His shaft, while not unusually
thin, was only about the size of a kitchen utility broom handle and was
as white as ivory with the neatest blue veins flowing up its length with
a huge purple vein right at the back of the head. I could not see his
balls because they hung down low in the slack sack that I could see. And
all of this beauty was capped by an absolute forest of golden curly
pubes. This boy was too much.

"Dude, take a picture, it'll last longer," and then that chuckle
again."Sorry bout the bone, Man, 17 you know. The massage and the
waitress and I ain't shook one out all day. I can hardly wait to get
home. I guess I am lucky you came in with me or you guys would have to
wonder what was taking me so long in here." His laughter announced once
again how hilarious he found himself. And then the moment was over. The
urinals were flushed, hard dicks were arranged to hide them in our pants,
hands were washed and we were out the door.

I didn't hear a word anyone said on the entire ride home. Vanessa took
shotgun this time and Jeremy and Monica took the back seat alone. Not
five minutes into the trip I looked in the rear-view mirror to find
Jeremy with his eyes closed and his mouth parted in a curl while my
daughter's hands rubbed him from the inside of his shorts. After the
massage episode from earlier I was not all that surprised but thought
maybe I should stop it. then, with the possible embarrassment of the
situation, and the fact that my cock was snaking down my left leg, I
decided to let it go.

The faster her hand worked the tighter his eyes closed. I could hear the
breath rushing in and out of Jeremy as his chest rose and fell with his
excitement. Only thinking that oh my god, she is gonna get him off right
here in the car, I felt my right hand fall from the steering wheel and
land right on my cock. At the moment of impact my fingers traced and then
wrapped around my blood engorged fuck staff through my jeans. As Vanessa
loudly cleared her throat, my hand flew back to the steering wheel and
there was quite a commotion from the back seat. All of us were
interrupted as I looked into Vanessa's all knowing eyes and received a
wink, a smile and a blush. What kind of situation is this?

My eyes flung themselves back to the road, my foot slammed the
accelerator and we raced home at a dangerous speed. I had to get out of
this situation and I had to get out now.

I let the kids off out front and went to park the car. I did not know
whether Vanessa and Jeremy were staying for a while or not and thought I
would give them all a chance to do their goodbyes and give myself a
minute to cool down. there was no sign of the kids as I walked through
the front lawn with a dick that was deflating painfully slow. I was
jarred out of my thoughts by a shout, "Heads up, Mr. D !" as I walked
through the front door and was confronted with a flying beer can. I
caught it swiftly with both hands and looked up to thank Jeremy for the
beer as I noticed another in his hand. This boy is just too much !

"Dad, me and Jeremy are gonna go and pick out some Cd's for him to
borrow. You don't mind entertaining Vanessa for a second, do you?" And
before I could even answer their young bodies were headed up the stairs.

"Have a seat, Jack. It is your house after all. Make yourself
comfortable."

I was scared to even look Vanessa in her eyes. As I sat down on the couch
she came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders in the classic
tension relieving motion."Wow, Jack, you are so hard !"

At that comment I actually chocked on the beer and started to sputter.
Vanessa slapped me hard on the back and then came around to stand in
front of me. She gave me that wink, blush and smile combo again and I
thought I was in some real trouble. Vanessa sat down on the couch right
next to me and said, "Boy, what an exciting evening. I had a good time
and I hope you did too. it sure looked like you were enjoying yourself in
the car." And with that the palm of her right hand came right down on my
cock.

All I could get out as her hand started to knead my quickly filling and
hungry cock was," Vanessa, what exactly are you doing?"

"Oh come on, Jack. Why should Monnie and Jeremy be having all the fun.
You know they are gonna be upstairs for a minute. I can just imagine how
frustrating the sexual tension in this house has been for you today. Let
Vanessa help you out a little, OK?"

I never said a word as her hand left my cock and headed for my button. I
sucked my stomach in as she unbuttoned and then unzipped my pants. I
could not believe this was actually happening as she pulled up the left
hand side of my boxers at the leg cuff and had my hard dick in the air
with her hand wrapped around it.

"Wow, Jack. there is something to be said about a man's dick after seeing
all of these little boy's." I did not know what to say. What was there to
say? At just shy of 16 Vanessa was an incredible looker. Being gay I had
never given much thought to her sexually. She was just beautiful. She
stood her 6 foot frame up in front of me, knelt down, pushed her amber
hair out of her face and wrapped her ruby red lips right around my cock.
She was right. the sexual tension had taken its toll on me today and my
dick did not care who was sucking it as long as it ended with shooting a
load.

Vanessa's skill and technique were amazing. She started running her wet
tongue around the head of my dick and taking a firm grasp of the base.
After a few sensual swipes to get it good and wet my toes curled as she
rubbed my sensitive cock head with the roof of her mouth. Before I knew
what was happening she had my 6+ inches down her throat and was milking
my shaft with her muscles as she let out with:"Uuuuummmmm."

The unbelievable sensation of this beautiful girl deep throating me and
moaning around my cock had me lifting my ass off the couch and into the
air uncontrollably. Grabbing her head I forced her down further and tried
to compose myself as fell back down to the couch. She was obviously
experienced at this and alternated between her three skills, the crown
lick, the roof stoke and the deep throat. Her mouth was so wet and there
was so much precum that my pubes were totally soaked and glistening. She
was incredible.

I lasted all of about five minutes. I finally grabbed her head again and
actually began jacking myself off with her throat. Removing myself from
her throat I got to her head tonguing again and my entire body went as
rigid as a board."Oh god, oh fuck... Oh Vanessa I am gonna cum, girl...
oh fuck oh fu----AWWWWWW!!!!" and I did it. The first shot of my man
scum forced itself out so hard and fast and with so much force that it
actually hurt. Vanessa's eyes widened in surprised and as my second
shot flew out I got the mouthful of dick moan again as she swallowed the
first two shots and took me back into her throat I grabbed her head again
and held her down as I let out five more pumps from my contracting daddy
dick. Vanessa's face got so red and as I fired the last shot she made a
funny noise and I watched as my own cum flew out of her nose. I closed my
eyes and heard a snort. I opened my eyes again and Vanessa was gone. I
just left my cock hanging out of my slacks and closed my eyes as I heard
the beepbeepbeep that signals the front door being opened and then I
think I was asleep.

My situation made and rest that my exhausted body got quite fitful. My
eyes flew open as I heard the upstairs toilet flush and I quickly closed
myself back up into my slacks.  I got them closed just in time to see the
shirt I had loaned Jeremy come flying through the air.

"Thanks for the shirt and for a great dinner. It was real nice meeting
you and hope we get to see a lot more of each other. Monica's upstairs,
she fell asleep. Did Nessa go home already."

"Oh, yeah Jeremy. She left a little bit earlier. I am not sure when, I
think I fell asleep."

"Yeah, it has been a long day. You take it easy, Mr. D, and get some
sleep."

"Thanks, Jeremy, you be careful on your way home and don't be a
stranger."

beepbeepbeep and he was gone. I took the shirt to my nose and was
disappointed that it did not smell like Jeremy. Oh well, I do not need to
jack off again today anyway. I already came once in a boy's Nike trainer
and had another amazing cum in a little girl's throat. I felt pretty
drained.

I needed to take a piss before going to bed so I stopped by the bathroom
after making my way up the steps. Raising the lid of the toilet bowl, I
almost fainted with the sight that met my eyes. There floating in the
water was a tied off condom that looked like it had about a week's worth
of pure white boy cream in it. I could not believe that my daughter would
have sex with a boy while I was in the house. I could not believe that I
had let some girl suck me off while she was doing. I also could not
believe, even cooled by the water of the toilet, how fucking fantastic
this boy's cum tasted as I bit the reservoir of the rubber and swallowed
the load with four gulps. Guess I'll be rubbing another one out after
all. Three cums in a day? Not bad for a man of almost 40.

This story is inspired by Stan. Dude, if you think jacking off over this
boy with just physical fuel is good wait until I get done with you.You
CAN have him if you want, you know? Thanks for ALL of the comments...
even the negative ones. This is a lot of fun... If you haven't shared
with nifty, START!

This is my first attempt at writing this down. Please be nice, Guys! All
questions, comments and remarks will be well received. I encourage all
who are not offend by adult-boy incest to read my continuing story under
gay-incest titled learning about my boy...

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