Date: Mon, 1 Nov 2010 11:55:10 -0400 From: Z McGuire Subject: Late Night At Dad's Part 2 Late Night At Dad's - Part 2 By Zane McGuire zanemcguire@gmail.com UPDATE: Do you want to read the archive of ALL of my hot stories and get a sneak peek at new chapters before they post on Nifty? Want to find out what new stories are in the works and make suggestions for upcoming plots? Join the Erotic Fiction of Zane McGuire group at Google by joining here: http://groups.google.com/group/zanemcguire Now... back to the hot action... I drifted off to sleep about midnight, but somewhere around 4:30AM I heard the sound of someone shuffling about in the living room. Sitting up and rubbing my eyes, I listened carefully and realized that Jake must have returned home. But I heard the sound of two voices and muffled laughter. "Shh...." I heard Jake say. "I told you, Buddy's here this weekend, he's asleep." "Shit, I forgot," came the response. I immediately recognized the accent. It was Cisco, the old friend that Jake had mentioned earlier, who had gotten him the job at the bank. Hearing his Spanish-infused tones made me smile; I hadn't seen Cisco in years, not since Jake and Mom were married. He hung around the house quite a bit when I was in high school. I remembered him as being a bit of a joker. He was always cracking dirty jokes, making my mom blush. Him and Jake would sit out on the deck and drink beer until late into the night until either Mom or the neighbors would tell them to shut the hell up. I wandered into the living room, blinking from the bright light. "Hey guys," I said with a yawn. "Shit, I told you!" Jake said, emerging from the kitchen with two beers. "Man, I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to wake you up." "It's cool. Hey Cisco. Long time, man." "No way!" Cisco crossed the room and put his hands on my shoulders. "No WAY is that Buddy! Dude! Last time I saw you, you were like yay big!" He held his hand up to his chest. "Look at you, kiddo, all grown up!" He took a step back and looked me over. I felt a bit silly, standing there in just my boxers, being inspected by him. "How you doing?" I asked, flopping down in a chair. "I can't complain, dude. Now that I got a sidekick at work, I'm a hell of a lot less bored, that's for sure." He took a beer from Jake and cracked it open. "Yeah, how was your first night of training, Dad?" "Dad?" Cisco repeated. "When did THAT start?" "A few years back," Jake said quickly, as though he were afraid the truth might spill out. What did he think I was going to say? "Oh, it started the night he fucked my ass..." "Well I think that's great." Cisco took a long draw on the beer and sat on the couch. "He did great tonight, Buddy. I think he's gonna be an old pro at this." "Gotta be an old pro at something," Jake snickered. "Oh, you're good at lots of stuff, Dad." I grinned at him and he averted his gaze. Why did everything I said tonight seem like a double entendre? "Yeah, you tell him, Buddy." Cisco tilted his bottle toward Jake. "This guy... he's always hard on himself." "Yeah, yeah, okay, okay." Jake shook his head. "Sorry again that we woke you up, kid. You can head back to bed if you want, we'll keep the noise down." "Nah, stay and hang out!" Cisco demanded. "Sleep is for pussies." "Cisco..." Jake said. "It's okay, Dad, I don't mind. It's been a long time since I've seen Cisco and I don't get to chill with you very often either. Unless I'll be in your way..." "Nah, kid, we're just shootin' the shit, don't worry," Cisco reassured me. "I gotta hear what you've been up to, anyway. Jake tells me you're living in the big city now, huh?" "Yeah, for a while now." "Sweet. Make a good living there?" "Well... it's a living. Good? Not really." Cisco smiled knowingly. "I hear ya. I grew up in Philly. I know it's not the same as New York, but it was still a tough time, especially for a kid like you, living in the burbs his whole life." "He's pretty tough," Jake said with a proud grin. "Yeah, I guess you gotta be. So, New York. Isn't that like some kind of gay paradise or something?" "Cisco!" Jake's eyes flew wide open in shock. "Nah, man, I don't mean that in a bad way. Sorry if it came out that way. I just mean... you must get lots of ass up there, am I right?" "Jesus." Jake rubbed his forehead. "Nothing but class, man, nothing but class." "Ah, fuck you," Cisco said good-naturedly, taking another drink. "Am I right, buddy?" "Well," I said hesitantly, looking at Jake, "it's... not too bad. I mean, I do all right for myself." "Yeah, man, a guy with a body like yours, I bet you got guys lined up to suck your dick." He raised an eyebrow at me. "Fuck, what I wouldn't give to be young and hot again. You wouldn't know it to look at us now, but Jake and me, we used to be pussy magnets, didn't we, bro?" Jake didn't answer. "Come on, you aren't old," I said. "Neither of you." "Yeah, we'll see how YOU feel when you're our age, kiddo," Cisco said with a smile. "Bullshit!" "You're not gonna convince him, Cisco," Jake said, taking a seat. "Buddy's got an eye for older guys, don't you, kiddo?" "I do," I said proudly. "What?" Cisco laughed brightly. "Come on, that's a crock of shit. What would you possibly want with an old dude?" "Well, there's something to be said for someone with some experience," I explained. "Someone who's been around the block a few times, had some experiences... someone not afraid to say what they want and not play games." "Yeah, I guess." He thought about it for a moment, taking long sips from his beer. "So, what's your cutoff? Like 30?" I grinned. "I don't know. I've been with guys as old as 50. It depends on the guy." "You have?" Jake said, incredulously. "I didn't know that." "Yeah. I'd say my favorite age was about..." I acted like I was thinking about it for a second before finishing off my thought with their exact age. I saw Cisco's eyebrow raise again. "Really? And, uh, what do these guys usually look like?" "That's enough, Cisco, you can see he's uncomfortable," Jake said, squirming in his seat. "No I'm not," I responded quickly. "I don't mind answering him. Unless it makes YOU uncomfortable, Dad." He laughed slightly. "Course not. Go ahead, shoot." "Well," I said, leaning forward and staring at Cisco. "I'd have to say my favorite kind of guy is someone working class. You know, someone with a few lines on their face, with some hands that have seen some work. Someone with some body hair... oh yeah, the hairier the better..." I had just described Cisco, and I could tell from his expression that he was picking up on the vibe I was sending. My heart started to beat slightly, as I had to be careful; this could get awkward really fast, and I had to be ready to play the "I'm just pulling your leg" card the moment it seemed to be going south. But he just sat there, silent, staring back at me, his only movement a slight flick of his tongue to moisten his lips. "Oh, and uniforms," I said, running my eyes up and down over his blue security uniform. "That REALLY gets me going." I held his gaze for a long moment as silence filled the room. "So," I said finally. "You wanted to know. Now you know." I sat back in my seat and felt the warmth of my cock beginning to thicken in my boxer shorts. I put my hands behind my head, still staring at Cisco, aware that my shorts were fluttering slightly as my dick started to grow. I watched as Cisco's eyes slowly journeyed downward. "Damn boy," he whispered, sucking his teeth slightly. "You really are all grown up, aren't you?" I gave him a half-smile and looked back and forth between him and Jake. My stepfather sat quietly, a slightly bemused look on his face as he watched our exchange. "Hell, Jake," Cisco said with a cockeyed grin. "I think your boy's comin' on to me." "Sounds like it," Jake agreed. Cisco burst out laughing. "Damn, son, you are one ballsy sumbitch..." I shrugged. "You asked." "Yeah, yeah, I guess I did." "I'm the kind of guy who says what I want." I shot a glance at Jake. "Isn't that right, Dad?" "I'd say so, yeah." "Besides," I continued, returning my attention to Cisco. "I bet it's not the first time a guy's come on to you. Right?" "Course not," he shook his head. "I've had my fair share of attention from horny fuckers like you." "Oh really?" Jake said. "You never told me that." "You never asked, pal o'mine. What, you trying to say you've never had a guy hit on you before?" "Well, I wouldn't say... I mean... " Jake stammered. "It's just that..." "Uh huh," Cisco grinned, downing the rest of his beer. "That's what I thought." "Well, I mean, what guy hasn't?" Jake tried to explain himself. "It's flattering, don't you think?" "Fuck yeah," Cisco said. "I mean, it's just a compliment. Not like it makes my dick hard or nothing." "It doesn't?" I asked. "You sure?" He grinned. "Yeah, Buddy, I'm sure. Nice try though." "I bet you I could make you hard." The boldness of my statement caused Cisco to fall silent. "Buddy..." Jake warned. "Enough's enough." "No, I'm serious," I continued. "I'm willing to make you a bet that I can get you hard in less than five minutes without even touching you." I gulped hard, but kept my eyes fixed on Cisco. He stared at me for a moment, scratching his chin. "How much we talking?" "Hundred bucks," I said flatly. "Now wait a minute," Jake said, "you don't have that kind of money." I shrugged. "I won't need it. I know I'm going to win. And even if I don't, and that's NOT going to happen, I've got a little extra in savings. It would be worth it, just to prove to Cisco that he's not as immune as he might think." "You are a cocky little bastard," Cisco said. "Fine, I'll take your bet. You got five minutes." "You're on," I agreed. "Rules are simple. You sit there, keep your eyes open and on me. At the end of five minutes, you drop trou and prove that you're not hard. If you're not, I owe you a hundred bucks." "And no touching," he reminded me. "I won't need to touch you," I promised. "We good?" "Come on guys..." Jake said. "This is getting weird..." "Oh you haven't SEEN weird yet," I said, standing up and rubbing my hands together. "Go on, then, kid," Cisco said, licking his lips. "Show me what you got." TO BE CONTINUED...