Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2011 21:20:27 -0500
From: Zane Lewis <affyar1@cox.net>
Subject: Andrew's Adventures 3

Andrew 3 - M/b, Oral/Caressing, Satire - March 18, 2011
By Afril, With lots of help from Chaos Blackwing
(cl) The Gay Furry Association


Because all 4 of you asked for it...

Andrew awoke early as usual. He got up, used the bathroom, sighing at a
twinge from his rear. 'What are you complaining about?' That bear wasn't
even as long as one of Mother's 'toys', he occasionally found. And They
wouldn't fit up his bum... Then he giggled - Maybe they would now? Or maybe
it was just another 'Wait Until You Are Older' thing... Ick!

He listened to see if Mother was awake - Not yet, everything was still
peaceful. His parents had had a 'Discussion' last night. They never Argued,
they had 'Discussions'. Sometimes really loud ones... Andrew learned a
whole bunch of new words that didn't make any sense. Like - Why do hoer's
have to walk the street? Didn't they have cars to get to the farm? And
female dog got tossed around too... Mr. Johnson had a couple of dogs, and
sometimes Mother had to go watch them. The boy wondered why They didn't
have a dog, but every time Mother brought the idea up, Father would whisper
'Marie' and 'Christmas Party'.

Actually, he wasn't sure he Wanted a dog... When someone walked a little
funny, Father would smirk that 'It looks like Rover took over'. Took over
what? And what was a 'Cock-Hound' anyway? Daddy might smoke a little, but
he didn't look like a 'Fag', nor a 'Fairy'... Andrew always giggled at the
idea of Father in a tutu with sparkly wings and a wand, dancing around like
the ones he saw in Christmas plays.

He could tell the 'Discussion' had about ended when 'Slut!' and 'Bigger
Slut!' came out. Followed by *Slap*. And *Slap* - And then they would
kiss... Yuk! Sometimes they almost made it to the bedroom.

* * * *

Mother was up. It was easy to tell because a small war was going on in his
parents' room, except perfume was used instead of Gas - Hard to tell the
difference sometimes, as much as Mother used. And then she was off -
Morning Exercise Class with Carlos... Sometimes Carlos would come over and
give Father some help in training - Lots of grunting and moaning and
spanish words he had never heard before. Those weights must be heavy. Of
course it gave him plenty of 'Alone Time With Father'... Andrew waited
several minutes before putting his underwear in the hamper - He didn't wear
pj's anymore, and carefully walked into his parents' bedroom. Sometime
Father's head hurt. Sometimes his nuts hurt... If the former, than a couple
of glugs from the liquor cabinet and some aspirin... If the latter, Andrew
was more than happy to hold them. Caress them and kiss them. Nuzzle and
snug and do whatever he could to help... Which sometimes made Father moan
louder - Especially if he took the thick shaft in his hands and gently
kissed the tip. More than once he wished he had the courage to take the
head into his mouth. To suck the stuff out of it... Especially now that he
had 'Experience' - Even if it was just with two men.

Gods... That was all he needed - Mother coming in and seeing him playing
with 'Her Special Lollipop'. He would be grounded for a Week at least! With
no comics or tv or touching Daddy... And made to eat All his dinner - Ugh!
Or worse, Therapy. Sit in some room while a stranger asks you a bunch of
dumb questions... That was worse than School! No, he could wait until
Father said it was ok. Or moaned it. Or gasped it... And of course after
spending time making Father feel better, he got to get in the shower. He
loved to shower with his Dad, mostly because of the special lotion that got
applied to his butt. He never saw the bottle but he Knew it was hard to
open because Father always grunted and gasped and moaned as it splattered
hot and thick against his skin. Dad always rubbed it in real well too,
sometimes slipping a finger in his rear to make sure it was clean. Then he
got shooed out to dry off, meaning Andrew got to watch his Father's naked
body move in time to something he was humming - Something about Young Men
and Turkish baths...

The boy always made sure to be ready with a towel when Father stepped out -
He was a little too 'sensitive' to be touched There, just yet. But that was
ok... Andrew got to touch all he wanted to before and during. Then they had
to dress, so they could eat at the Happy Pancake. They only went to the
restaurant when Mother wasn't coming... Maybe because of 'Dan'? His name
wasn't really Dan, but that is what Father called him, slapping the guy's
butt, and asking 'How are they hanging today...' 'Dan' would giggle and
walk a little funny, twisting his hips as he led them to their
booth. Sometimes Father would go in the back to help 'Dan' out... It must
be hard work because Father always came back red-faced and panting a
little. And 'Dan' would come out later, to refill their drinks, and slip
something into Father's pocket - Some kind of 'herbal smoking mixture',
which always made Father happy. Mother used herbal mixtures too - That was
when Father would sneak out after dinner and buy burgers for him and his
son.

Andrew liked 'Dan' because he didn't talk down to the lad. In fact once or
twice he winked, and quietly asked if the 'Young Man' might come over with
his Dad sometime - Maybe watch some tv, play some games... And did Father
ever blush when the man stared at his pants, licking those shiny, pink
lips. And how did one play 'Naked Twister?' Of course, the boy never said
anything... Mother would probably have had another 'Discussion' about
'Dan', but they were just good friends... Besides, she really didn't like
pancakes anyway.

* * * *

Andrew didn't think Father wanted to go to the carnival until he mentioned
the holes in the bathroom walls... They both laughed - Why would anyone put
a hole in a bathroom wall? And of course there was The Beer Tree. After
4PM, Pitchers were just $1 - Father couldn't pass up a deal like that!

When they got to the ticket booth, Andrew pulled out his pass. The man
behind the glass smiled at him and winked, making the boy *blush* a
little. He reached up and put a chalk-mark beside the name 'Johnny'... What
a cute lil heart-breaker - Guy knew how to pick 'em. He smiled and let the
two inside, then hit the 'send' button on his radio - "Hungry calf comin'
through." He could almost hear the groans from the other workers and
grinned... It sure as hell beat Barn-Duty - There you had to contend with
the kids And the livestock wanting your dick. He never got bored of looking
at the security monitors either... All those hot little butts in those
tight shorts - Unf! And sometimes a little waif would come to his door,
lost and wanting mommy... And get bounced on Mister Ticket-Man's lap until
the child was giggly and happy again. At least until they asked him what
the bulge in his pants was... And of course he would show them. Boy,
girl... Didn't matter - They were all hungry little 'calves' that made his
nuts ache.

While Father went over to talk to some friends, Andrew went to the
rides. It wasn't so much for the fun (although they Were fun), but also
because every one of the operators patted his butt and winked at him,
making the boy wonder if one of Them had been behind the curtain at the
FunHouse. He still had the dollar that was given to him yesterday, but he
kept it, spending his allowance on food. A trip to the FunHouse proved
fruitless - Nobody was on the third floor. Same with the bathroom. He
sighed and walked around, noticing a clown. Not the same one as yesterday,
but the pants-bulge seemed familiar. The man winked and gave him a balloon,
and patted his rear. No help there either... The man did look tired -
Andrew giggled, thinking maybe too many young boys had already played with
his tent-pole, for the clown to be interested in one more.

Andrew gave it to a smaller child who had lost his, getting a big grin from
the lad. Good deed done for the day, he wandered around, stopping by to see
how Father was doing - And to get a sip of beer. It wasn't so bad... Kinda
made his tongue tingle a little bit. One was enough, Thanks. All the guys
laughed and patted his butt and said he was getting to be a Big man. Which
made the boy *Blush* and smile and walk a little unsteadily over to sit on
the grass. He didn't care for the 'Games of Chance', nor getting his
fortune told. The Pony rides were fun... More than once a dick the length
of his arm would slide down and sway back and forth as the pony walked in a
circle. He thought about the Bear... But there were too many people milling
around. *Sigh*

Another trip on the Rides, and a hamburger for supper, and the youth was
Bored... He was so bored he got up the courage to politely ask one of the
'Barkers' if there was someplace a boy could find 'Something
Special'... Like a bathroom with a hole in the wall. The man grinned and
ruffled his hair... And told him the 'Code' - If you want a dick, put your
finger through the hole and wag it. You can always ask for some TP if you
don't get the response you want. Now, if you want your dick played with,
then you either wait for a finger or put your own dick through... Sadly, he
had to work, otherwise he would be Happy to help a young lad find
'Something Special'.

When Andrew was out of sight, the barker sighed - The soft brown eyes. The
pouty lips, the way too cute butt... Kid was going to break hearts - And
balls!

* * * *

It was dusk when Andrew made it to the bathroom again. Why was it called
that? There were no baths... It should be called 'Suck on a Dick' room. At
least he Hoped to - Watching all the guys in their tight uniforms made him
feel warm between the legs. And of course that sip of beer didn't
hurt... *Giggle* It was a little dark in the stalls - But that was ok, you
couldn't see a dick that was in your mouth. For some reason that was funny,
and made the lad giggle again. Would he ever pee?

He was just about to give up when he heard someone come in and open the
door next to his. Definitely adult... Andrew thought back on what the
barker had told him... Dare he? This might be his last chance for some time
- He cautiously stuck his hand through the hole and wagged a finger. He had
to do it again before he got the man's attention. With a grunt, the guy got
up and before the lad could say anything slapped his penis into the boy's
hand.

Wow! It felt nice and warm, still not hard, but that didn't matter. Both
hands cradled the man-meat, lifting it up and through the hole so Andrew
could look at it as best he could in the half-light. It somehow looked
familiar, with the ridge flaring up and the plum-shaped tip. He kissed it,
tasting a little pre but not much else - It had been washed today. Gently
he lifted it and reached through for the full ball-sack that spilled over
his fingers - Much like Father's. He could only Wish... Sucking on the
round 'nuts' got a groan from the man and he giggled again, working one in
his mouth, before moving to the other. They might both fit, but he was in
no hurry...

Cupping the sack in his palms, Andrew slid his tongue up the now firm
shaft, again getting a drop of sweet pre. Mmmmmmm... He rubbed the tip
across his mouth, teasing it, hearing the moans and pants of it's
owner. But Andrew wasn't a 'Cock-Tease' - He had wondered Why anyone would
want to tease roosters... They were mean enough as it was. Maybe he would
ask Father later - Right now, he had a penis that was parting his lips and
sliding over his tongue. He had to giggle again when the man banged his
hips against the partition as the lad sucked on the tip, swirled his tongue
over it.

He couldn't shake the feeling he had seen this maleness before... The
again, how many had he seen - How many wasted chances to touch, to
caress... To suck on an Adult like this. Andrew vowed to never again let a
dick go by without him feeling it up. Man or boy, there was plenty of them
out there. And when he was finally able to take one in his backside... The
lad shivered, remembering what the bear felt like inside him. He waited
until there was enough saliva to wet the smooth skin before slipping still
more of the erection into his mouth. He felt the veins bulge out as he
bobbed his head, slowly at first, then faster, slipping his lips down the
throbbing pole until the dribbling head touched the back of his
throat... And he sighed.

There was no way he could take All of it. And he Wanted to - He wanted his
nose buried in that thatch of spicy-smelling hair. He wanted his chin
rubbing the firm ball-sack. Andrew giggled again, pushing it past his
throat - Just a little. Father would have chided him for being greedy... He
swallowed, getting another *Bang* against the wall. Then, reluctantly he
pulled back, enjoying the length of penis he Could manage. The boy wished
he had 4 hands, the nuts he was caressing and rubbing could take a third,
and of course what dick wasn't in his hungry mouth could be stroked and
fondled as well... Ah well. He thought about stopping, letting the man hump
his face, but he didn't want the throbbing maleness to slip out of his
mouth at the wrong time - He wanted All of the sticky spunk in his
tummy... Where it belonged.

Andrew was getting tired... Who knew sucking on a dick could be so much
work? But the man had to be close - The nuts in his hand were swollen and
the grunts were coming hard and fast. He slid back up to suck on the head,
working his tongue over it... Even biting it a little. Maybe he Was a
little too eager, but it worked... A half-strangled screech came from the
other stall and the testicles in his hands lurched, slapping his palms. The
big, thick sausage he had worked so hard on gave up it's sticky treasure in
long, ropy globs. Like a hungry calf, the boy slid his hot mouth back down
the stalk, sucking on it roughly, swallowing every spurt he could pull
out. He heard the adult on the other side dig his nails into the partition,
scraping at it as the lad squeezed his handful of sack - Gently. Caressing
the round organs inside, teasing yet more dick-milk from them for Andrew to
savor.

Despite his best efforts, before long the well ran dry and all he got was
moans, and a little pre. So the lad gripped the base of the so wonderful
cock in his hands, and slid them upwards, letting the last of the mixed
semen and pre gush into his mouth, sucking gently on the still flared tip,
swallowing the last of the man's offering. He held the shaft, eyes closed
so as to remember each bump, each hair on it. How the head swelled in his
mouth. How it felt on his tongue right now, quiet but still enough to
stretch his lips a little. More than anything Andrew wanted to sleep with a
penis like this in his mouth. To wake up and kiss it's length. To see it
stiffen in his grasp before he swallowed it... Ah well. Maybe when he was
old enough to have a 'Special Friend'. Letting the head slip from between
his lips, he kissed it, getting a soft moan. Then each nut got lips pressed
against them, before he helped them slide back to the other side.

"Thank You," he said sighing softly. The lad stood, pulled his shorts up,
and left the stall to take several deep whiffs off his hands. He really
didn't want to wash them, but there was still a trace of the man's flavor
on his tongue. He swallowed again, and washed up. It was officially Dark,
and he would probably have to help Father to the car - Father could be
falling-down, stinking drunk and Still drive home. Maybe a little faster
than usual, both of them whooping as a corner was taken at speed - But that
what seat belts were for. And if Dad had to sleep on the couch - Bonus
time! At least until Mother woke up and he had to make sure he was in bed.

Andrew giggled again... He had totally forgotten to ask for a dollar. If
they offered, he wouldn't turn it down. But it was too much fun to hear the
Adult's screech and moan and feel the maleness pulse in his mouth to worry
about money. As he stood under the lamp-pole he saw...

"Daddy!" He felt childish saying it, but 'Father' was too formal. Father
grinned and came up to mess up his hair. "Do you have to go?"

Dad looked at the Men's room sign and shook his head. "I... Went
earlier. You ready to go home?"

Andrew nodded his head. The past few days he had learned so much... There
were places in the City Park whispered about. Certain bookstores - He was
too young to go Inside, but there were alleyways where things might
happen. Train stations that had bathrooms like this one... So many places
he had heard about but never bothered to explore. That was definitely going
to change.

He almost stopped dead in his tracks when Father said, "You know... I think
you are old enough to come help me in the Shop. And next week, Mother is
going to visit her sister - How about you, me and Dan have a BBQ... Just us
guys."

Wow! Dan naked, and Dad naked... In the pool, in the house. The lad was
sure if he asked politely, Dan would let him touch and caress the man's
'naughty parts'. Naughty parts? Jeez - Penis. Testicles... He wasn't Five.

"That would be great."

* * * *

By the time they got to the car, the lad was dead on his feet. He climbed
in, somewhat surprised when Father didn't tell him to scoot over, or put
his belt on. Instead he got hugged and as the car started, he fell over,
his head landing in his Father's lap. All Dad did was ruffle his hair and
laugh softly, so Andrew inhaled the spicy scent, and nuzzled the
cloth-covered dick, wishing it was out, so he could caress it... Hold it
while he slept.

Andi grinned, easing the car out of the lot. He had known about the
bathroom stalls, and had been hoping someone would be there. It had
surprised him when a boy's hand had come through the hole - It took him
back to his own youth, kneeling at glory-holes. And he almost had a
heart-attack when he heard his son's voice come from the other side - Who
else would thank him for a blow-job... Damn, that boy had a mouth on him!
What Andrew lacked in skill, he more than made up for with
enthusiasm... Andi had been careful not to go too far with the boy - It
might just be curiosity that made him play with Dad's nuts. Or it might be
a 'phase', left behind when he got older...

Urf! Things were getting a little tight downstairs with the boy's hot
breath on his crotch. He waited for a red light, then unzipped his
fly... And stifled a gasp as little fingers slid his dick free of the
confines of his boxers - And right into that warm mouth it went. Gooddsss -
He almost forgot to push on the gas-pedal, it felt so good. Both hands
gripped his shaft, as the hungry maw slid down a couple of inches. Heh -
Just as much of a cock-hound as his old man, eh? Sorry little calf, you did
your work too well to get much this time around. Of course that didn't stop
the boy from trying... At least he didn't snore.

As they pulled into the driveway, he gently pulled his son's head from his
lap, stifling a moan when that wicked little tongue flicked over his
cock-tip, getting a bit of pre. Andi sighed, thinking he was going to have
to stop jerking off in the shower - Well, only when Andrew's hot little
butt wasn't in there as well. No use washing it down the drain, when
someone wanted it in their belly.

"After church, Mother likes to go to the Ladies Circle meeting. With any
luck she will be there all afternoon. Then we can play together..." got a
smile and another kiss on the tip of his exposed dick.

"Thank You, Father."

Andi tucked himself back in and zipped up, then he helped the sleepy lad up
the steps and into their house. A kiss on his son's forehead and a squeeze
on the cute butt before they headed their separate ways - One to bed and
dreams of big dicks spurting all over him. The other to the fridge, and the
medicine cabinet - He wanted to make sure he had plenty of 'Giddy-Up' pills
in stock. Between Dan and his son, Andi's nuts were going to be Screaming
at him... Of course, the teenager wouldn't be in much better shape after
Andrew got done with Him either.

Hmmmm - A note? 'Staying with a sick friend for a couple of days. Then off
to my sisters. Don't wreck the house. Hugs and kisses, Wifie.'

He knew plenty of 'Sick Friends' too... All hung to their knees. Then he
Grinned... While the Cat's away - He almost used another word, but
refrained. He might hate his wife's guts. He might plan every which way to
get rid of the body... But only after Andrew was grown and out of the
house. Divorce? Unthinkable. Widowed? There were plenty of young studs who
would be willing to 'help' him cope with his loss. Andi was sure his Wife
thought the same way... But that was for the future. Right now, he had
other things to do.

Like strip and take a quick shower. Then go into his son's room. "Hey
Champ... How would you like to sleep in the Big bed tonight?"

* * * *

Andrew rubbed his eyes... Was he dreaming? Did Father actually say he
could... He was up and sliding his undershorts off in a flash. Then wonder
of wonders, his hand was placed on the fat penis he adored... He looked up
at his Dad.

"Yes you can." thrilled him to the core. Tears came to his eyes as he
hugged his Father. Then he giggled as a firm hand popped his rump
gently. "This is just for Special times, not every day."

The boy nodded, sighing... "Maybe after Church?" got a laugh...

"We may just skip church tomorrow. Mother is off visiting a friend, so it's
just us... And I did promise to show you the Workshed."

Lifting the semi-hard maleness up, Andrew kissed it. Then slipped the end
into his mouth, just to feel it on his tongue for a minute. Another swat
made him 'eep', and let it slide back into his hands.

"Time for bed. Tomorrow is soon enough for you to do that - Again."

Then his hair got tousled and still holding his Father's dick, he was led
into his Parent's bedroom. Much as he fought it, the boy was asleep before
his head hit the pillow, fingers still clutching the fat meat-pole he
wanted to hold onto forever.

The End - For Now