Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 19:44:17 EDT
From: Bobysboi@aol.com
Subject: What I Saw part 5

What I Saw 5

Sorry this has taken so long-things got busy...hope you like it- as
usual-let me know what you think-appreciation keeps me inspired. Warnings
apply-this is fiction and don't read it if you shouldn't.


I barely made it home from my glory hole encounter-My head was fogged with
guilt, lust and cum. I had for the first time been a participant as opposed
to just an observer and now I didn't know what to do. I rushed upstairs
into my room avoiding my parents and brother in the den. I quickly pulled
off my soiled clothes and went into the bathroom with just a towel around
my waist. I turned on the shower and jumped in while it was still cold. The
cliche is true-cold showers do shrink erections. The shower warmed up and I
cleaned up thoroughly. I went back to my room dressed in some sweat shorts
and a clean white t-shirt and layed on my bed lost in thought. I really
couldn't believe what had happened over the past few days-I had witnessed
some of the hottest sex imaginable and had actually, in a limited way,
participated. As I reviewed these scenes my dick began to tent my
shorts-God I had to stop-I willed myself to roll over and concentrate on
something else-I have a excellent memory and began reciting the batting
line up for the Boston Red Sox as a way to focus. I soon drifted off to
sleep.

When I woke up it was getting dark and I felt groggy and a bit
disoriented. I sleepily made my way downstairs and looked for my family-the
lights were on but there was nobody there. A note on the fridge said that
my Mom and older brother had gone to the mall and my Dad was at the grocery
store picking some things up. Great alone and forgotten...

I decided to go sit on the deck out back and do some thinking. I had just
settled into a lounge chair when I heard my Father's car pull up. I was
about to get up and go say hi when I heard him talking to someone as he got
out of the car. I couldn't make out the words but the other voice sounded
familiar. It sounded like my friend Shane-he lived down the block and we
hung out occasionally. I then distinctly heard my Dad say "No ones around
we've got the house to ourselves for at least an hour or so." My curiosity
peaked I slid into the kitchen and slipped into the study, closing the door
almost closed. I could view the living room and dinning room through the
crack I left open. I had that feeling again-but it couldn't be possible-my
Dad!! And Shane. Not that sexual thoughts about Shane hadn't filled my head
before, he was hot-he was just eighteen and had a sort brush haircut. He
was about five foot six and pretty muscular. He had this amazing bubble
ass-it looked great in everything he wore and I often couldn't keep my eyes
off of it.

If my feeling was accurate and I was going to see something go on I
couldn't say I could blame Shane either. My Dad looked really good for a
guy his age. He was 50 and worked out a lot. He had almost totally white
hair already but he was deeply tan and had really blue eyes-he looked sort
of like a buff Paul Newman. I'd seen him in various stages of undress my
whole life and knew he had a great body and a BIG cock.

I watched as Shane carried in a couple of grocery bags into the dining room
and placed them on the bar separating that room from the kitchen. My Father
placed his parcels there also and stood back and looked up and down
Shane. "I'm glad you agreed to accept a ride from me Shane," he said in a
low voice. Shane looked flush and answered with his head lowered."Yeah well
I was hoping to run into since...well you know... last time."


My Father chuckled at the kid's obvious embarrassment. "Now Shane, you can
say it, you wanted to see me again so I could fuck you just like last
time...right?"

Shane turned even deeper red and said something. I couldn't hear him
through the partly closed door but I could only assume it was an assent. My
Father took a step towards Shane and cupped the back of his close -cropped
head. He pulled Shane's face forward into a kiss. I could clearly see my
Dads long tongue thrust itself deeply into Shane's throat and heard a moan
escape from the kids covered mouth. Things moved quickly from there. My
Father muttered something about time constraints and began to order Shane
about.

"Unbutton you pants," he said. Shane quickly complied, undoing his
501's. My dad ran his big hand up Shane's stomach under his tee and I could
see him roughly pinch his nipples. Shane involuntarily threw his head back
and let out a sharp breath. My Dad smiled-"like that, don't you?" He took
the bottom of the shirt and lifted behind Shane's head exposing his tight
stomach and rock hard nipples. He ran his hands up and down the boy's torso
in appreciation. "Turn around" he next ordered. Shane slowly turned his
back on my Dad. That incredible bubble ass seemed to be stretching his
jeans to their limits. My Dad ran his hands over the jean clad ass slowly
and began to knead and squeeze the bulging flesh. Shane's breath got
shorter and he bent over at the waist sticking his ass out.

My Dad tugged the taught fabric down a few inches exposing the top of
Shane's white jock. "Hmmm a jock strap...nice." He growled. He ran his
fingertips over the exposed skin between the strap and the top of the
pants. Shane jerked at this touch. My Father pulled the pants down
further. Shane's ass was truly a work of art; it glowed round and milky
white in the light of the dinning room. I shifted in the study releasing my
turgid cock-I was careful not to make a sound-I couldn't imagine the fall
out if my Dad discovered this particular act of voyeurism.

Dad continued to firmly handle the boy's tender flesh. He caressed the
round cheeks and ran his fingers into the deep crevasse. Shane began to
sweat, making his body shine. His jeans were now around his ankles and from
my perspective I could see his cock straining at the tight ribbed material
of the jock pouch. There was a distinct wet spot at the tip outlining his
throbbing cock head. "Knees on the table son" Dad instructed. Shane again
quickly complied. His open, shinning ass was now on a level with my Dads
face as he sank into one of our dinning room chairs. Shane was kneeling
doggy style, lewd and exposed on the very table where I consumed my mother
meatloaf and apple pie!

Though my Dad had professed a need for alacrity he seemed to linger over
the exquisite torture he was inflicting on my friend. He began, slowly,
tentatively to run his long-inordinately long tongue over the sweaty mounds
in front of him. He steered clear of Shane's asshole but just toyed with
the wet creamy globes. Shane was gasping and wriggling on the table. He
began to plead in a hoarse voice for my Dad to do more. My Father just
smiled and continued his patient licking. He began to move into the boy's
center and soon had the tip of his tongue rapidly flicking at Shanes'
spassaming ass. He still, I noticed was avoiding actual penetration-but was
giving lots of flitting contact.


 My Dad reached into his lap and freed his cock from his chinos. It was
huge-I had seen it flaccid but never in this state. It was magnificent. He
loosened his pants and began to use one hand to twist his wet cock head in
a steady rhythm. Shane was leaking more than ever and I really had thought
he might have actually shot. The whole pouch of the strap was transparent
and his dick was still painfully erect. My Dad began to work in earnest
now. He began to fully penetrate Shane with his entire tongue. The sounds
coming from that wet ass crack were enough to make me almost ejaculate
myself. My Father was still masturbating just the bloated head of his cock
and using his other free had to spread the ass in front of him to give his
hot mouth full access. It had now turned into and all out tongue fuck of
monstrous proportions. He was jamming as much of the flexible member up the
boy as he could and repeatedly pulling out to lick and swirl all around the
rim. Shane seemed to be lost-drool was spilling over his bottom lip and
pooling on my Mom's place at the table and his dick seemed to be seeping a
constant stream of thick clear precum. Dad began to breath very heavy and
really thrust his head in further. Shane let out a sharp scream and my Dad
groaned -My father stood up rapidly and took rough hold of his ten-inch
cock at the base. I almost lost my mind when I saw him just insert the
straining head into the slick anus and his huge balls immediately began to
contract. He was unloading up my friends ass! I could hear Shane almost
weep and I could see cum sluicing out around my Dad fat shaft. He never put
in more than two inches and was careful to pull back when Shane tried to
thrust back to get more. They remained locked like this for what seemed
like several minutes and long ropes of cum were dripping onto the carpet at
my Dad's feet. God what a load that must have been. Soon enough I saw my
Dad take hold of the base of his dick and back the head out of the tight
chamber. More cum seeped at the exit. My Dan sank into his chair...and then
began to tongue and lick Shane's sloppy filled ass. He used his tongue like
a scoop getting several mouthfuls of cum before he wiped his face with the
back of his hand and smacked Shane on the ass. "Time to go boyo." Shane
cried out and wiped his sweaty face around. "But,. But" he stammered..."I
haven't even...

My Father just chuckled evilly-"I know -it's a pity but time's up the wife
will be home soon."

Shane seemed to have real pain in his eyes as he struggled to pull his
pants over the straining wet pouch of his jock. His cock barely fit in the
pants as he buttoned them. He fixed his t-shirt and looked weepily at my
Dad..."Please don't leave me like this..it hurts."

Dad smiled warmly and said. "There is a park off the boulevard-go there I
bet you can find someone...or two to help you with this problem-he
emphasized his words by stroking the tortured crotch of Shane's jeans.

My Dad turned and walked towards the stairs and Shane slowly walked out
through the kitchen muttering something about the boulevard. I used all my
effort to put my bursting cock back into my sweat shorts and quickly threw
on some old sneakers I had in the study-I had to Shane "resolve" this
problem-I had to....