Ash and Dad - Chapter 6
I was waiting for him when he came home tonight. I'd gotten
off from work a bit early to surprise him.  I
parked the car on the street behind Dad's house,   came through the
neighbor's yard and squeezed through the bushes,   to enter
from the back. Now I was standing here behind the door from
the garage. I could hear him approach; he dropped his key
and swore "Damn".  Peeking through the curtain,   I saw him
stoop to pick it up,   his khaki's drawing taut on his ass,
creeping into his crack.  My cock gave a little lurch and I
quickly pulled back before he could see me. I did note that
he was carrying nothing but his briefcase,   good,   nothing to
get in the way. I hope Dad's up for a little play! As he
closed the door behind himself,   I grabbed his arms from
behind and pushed him forward into the wall.  He wasn't
expecting anything and before he realized what was happening
I had his jacket pulled down,   pinning his arms at his sides.
"Just relax and you might enjoy yourself",   I whispered in
his ear.  He relaxed somewhat when he recognized my voice
but then renewed his struggle,   warming to the game.
Pressing myself to his back I reached around and groped his
crotch.  Not on the rise yet. I could feel his substantial
cock and balls nestled in whatever briefs he was wearing.
He always wore briefs,   usually black or grey.
"LET ME GO" he shouted as he struggled.
Anticipating this,   I pulled the red thong from my pocket.
I'd worn it for several days before saving it for this
special occasion. When he opened his mouth to speak again I
filled it with the thong,   tangy with my essence.  His mouth
and jaw worked to try and spit it out,   but all he managed to
do was soak it with his saliva,   helping to bring my flavor
to his taste buds.
As his struggles subsided somewhat,   I reached for his belt,
loosened it,   unhooked and unzipped his pants and let them
drop to his feet.  Moving one hand back to caress his ass I
whispered in his ear again,
"Stop struggling,   it's going to happen,   if you relax you
won't get hurt!"
He seemed to stop and think,   and I used this opportunity to
move my other hand to his ass and grabbing his briefs with
both hands,   ripped an opening in the seat.  When he realized
what was happening,   his struggles intensified,   but I moved
back in and pushed him into the wall again,   pinning him in
Releasing my hard cock from the shorts I was wearing,   I
nudged it through the tear in the briefs and started to rub
up and down his asscrack.  My precum flowed freely,   coating
his cheeks and providing the needed lube for me to start
working my cock head deeper into the recess.  As I probed for
his hole,   he wiggled as much as possible to avoid my cock.
I smiled to myself because he didn't realize that his
movements actually helped my cock move forward between his
cheeks.  Feeling his hot rosebud on my cockhead,   I pressed
forward,   setting my cock solidly in place.
"Go on" I whispered,   "you know you want it.  Just relax and
settle back on it....let it in"
I could feel his body relax as he accepted the inevitable,
his hole opening and allowing my cock entrance.  Seizing the
opportunity I continued to slide in until my pubes were
pressed up to his briefs.  Pulling back,   I started right
into a pumping rhythm meant to bring me off quickly.
Reaching back to his cock,   I grasped it through his briefs
and began to work it in time with my thrusts.  His cock
hardened quickly,   and I could tell his balls were drawing up
for his coming explosion.  I was almost there,   his tight ass
made more so by the fact that we were standing and I was
stroking through his clenched cheeks.
"Come on man,   drop that load,   cream those shorts! Use those
muscles,   squeeze me,   let me feel that ass stroke my cock,
let me feel you cum!"
With a scream muffled by the thong in his mouth he came!
One,   two,   three shots of cum,   soaking his shorts,   the
massage his ass gave my cock bringing me off as the fourth
spurt came from his cock.
I shot a huge load into his ass,   my still hard cock sliding
on my own cum as I continued to stroke into him.
I awoke with a start,   sitting upright in bed,   panting as I
realized I had just shot a huge load into my boxers. "God
what a vivid dream" I thought to myself.  Sagging back onto
the pillow I slowly caught my breath. Staring at the ceiling
I pondered my dream. Hot hard mansex,   that's what I dreamed
Glancing over at my wife I saw she was still sleeping
peacefully. Smiling I reached over to gently stroke her
cheek.  She awoke enough to smile and kiss my hand before
rolling over and going back to sleep.
A cloud crept over my thoughts,   and I quietly slipped from
bed.  Padding into the bathroom,   I ditched the boxers,
cleaned up and relieved myself before heading to the kitchen
for a glass of milk.   Milk in hand I snagged a banana from
the counter,   peeled it and went to stand by the sliding door
to the deck.  I watched absently mindedly as the breeze
gently moved the trees,   causing the shadows on the deck to
move hypnotically.  It was when I realized that I was
sucking and tonguing the banana that I finally broke from my
"God.you've got it bad Ash" I said to myself. "Where do you
go from here? How weird is it that you've got the hots for
your father? Do you love your wife,   kids?"
The answer was yes! I delighted in the kids,   enjoyed
watching them grow and change,   was trying to bring them up
without the prejudices so often found.  I wanted them to be
open and accepting,   to make judgements based on their own
thoughts and feelings and not on a predetermined societal
Deby..what about Deby? I'd known from our second date that
things were special between us.  We really did "click"! We
enjoyed the same things,   came from similar backgrounds,   we
even liked each others' parents. No "in-laws from hell
here"! Now after 16 years of marriage we were comfortable.
Not in a boring,   tired sort of way,   but in a more intimate,
close way. We didn't strive for the excitement and variety
of our first years together.  Now,   especially with the kids
keeping us busy,   we reveled in the quiet,   peaceful moments
we could find together. Whether watching a movie or grocery
shopping,   our times alone were always filled with the small
touches and kisses that let us know that the spark was still
there.  In bed we'd finally hit our stride.  With more
practice and experience,   I could make her moan and gasp for
more,   and most times I could deliver.  I only had problems
after a long day.  If I was tired things sometimes didn't
work the way they were supposed to.  Not that my tongue had
ever failed me.  When Deby and I made love I was 100 percent
with her,   I wasn't wishing she had a cock,   so what's going
I do love my wife! So here I am,   3:00 am,   standing in the
kitchen naked except for my robe and I've come full circle.
If I love my wife,   then why do I still have my occasional,
hell.sometimes frequent,   cravings for man. The longing to
feel stubble against my cheek,   hairy nipples,   a firm ass,
a hard cock,   muscles to caress? And why was the object of
that craving my father?
I crawled back into bed and,   conflicting emotions somewhat
under control,   I finally fell back to sleep.
The next morning on my way to work I phoned Dad and asked
him to meet me for lunch.  I just wanted to talk to him,   try
and figure some things out.  He arrived about 11:45,   paper
bag in hand.
"I thought we'd just head for the park,   it's such a nice
day. I stopped and picked up two Italian cold cut subs,   some
chips and water for us,   oh and of course Berger cookies!"
"Berger cookies..haven't had that much chocolate in at least
a week!" I laughed,   "Sounds good to me,   I'll drive,   lets
On the short drive to the local state park I wondered just
how I should approach what I wanted to talk to Dad about,
but he beat me to the punch!
"Ash,   son,   I've been wanting to talk to you.  I've had some
really conflicting emotions about our few little trysts,   and
I just need to run some things by you.  I have a feeling
since you said you wanted to talk that you've been feeling
much the same way!"
"Yeah,   Dad.you hit the nail right on the proverbial head" I
said with a laugh. "I've been having trouble reconciling the
fact that I love Deby and the kids,   but have enjoyed the
hell outta our sex.  I told you before that I've always had
fantasies about men and I had a few experiences when I was
in school,   but until that night with you I had never been
with a man since I got married."
Dad just smiled and nodded as I pulled into a parking space.
"How about that table over there?" he said pointing. "It's
nice and sunny and isolated enough for our talk."
Sitting down and getting things out we started in on our
sandwiches,   both of us eating quietly for a few minutes.
Dad finally broke the silence.
"Ash,   I want you to know that I've been completely faithful
to your mother since we were married,   but I was,   am,   just
like you. I had a few male relationships when I was younger,
but when I met your mother I knew that she was for me.  I've
looked at men and wondered how they'd be in bed but never
acted on those thoughts.  When you sucked me off that first
time,   I knew that we were opening dangerous territory.  But
I felt safe doing it with you,   for whatever reason,   it
didn't seem like cheating,   and I could feel that you were
living the same things I had gone through in my life. In all
my thinking since then and my wanderings around the web,
I've come to realize that there are a lot of men like us.
I've even emailed and chatted with a few.  The one thing
that I get from a lot of these guys is that they have,   or
have had,   a good stable heterosexual relationship,   but there
was always a longing for male companions."
"So Dad,   what have they done,   how have they lived their
lives,   what makes me this way?" I asked.
"Son.I think the primary idea that you need to accept is
that very few things are absolute.  On a scale of 1 to 10
with homosexual being 1 and heterosexual being 10 what are
the chances that everyone is going to fall at either end of
I laughed a bit,   "not too good I suppose" I said.
He looked me in the eye and nodded,   "Damn right,   just check
out the people in the stands next time you're at a ball
game,   or the patrons at the movie. How many varieties are
there? The problem isn't that you feel the longing,   bunches
of us feel the longing. The problem is that society tells us
that you have to be one or the other. In matters of sex
there's no middle ground.  With society's views on
homosexuality I think most of us head for the 10 end of the
scale when we choose,   and make no mistake.we all made a
choice.  I chose your mother 45 years ago and I would chose
her again today." Dad chuckled,   "Believe it or not we have a
pretty active sex life!!"
"WHOA.we don't need to go there" I laughed.
"Well I'm not providing details,   but it's the truth,   I do
enjoy sex with your mother,   and I don't think that would be
true if I was 100% gay. I made my choice,   so did you."
"So what your saying,   Dad,   is that BI isn't so out of the
ordinary. There's a lot more 4's and 5's and 6's than there
are pure 1's and 10's on that scale."
"Yep.and we've all made a choice.  The question then becomes
just how you live with that choice."
"Well Dad,   up until a little while ago I thought I was
living pretty well with my decisions. Now I'm not sure! I
mean.I'm not out cruising for guys.but I seem to have this
thing for you,   and oddly enough I don't feel like I'm
cheating on Deby. As a matter of fact,   on several occasions
our love making has been more intense because of our getting
Dad laughed,   "WHOA.my turn.we don't need to go there"
Laughing with him I realized that this was the most we'd
talked in quite a while.
Dad continued,   "Well I think with you it's probably pretty
much like it is with me. Your family,   what we're doing
doesn't feel wrong because there is love underlying our
relationship.  You're not cruising bars or the internet
picking up men. Your loving physically someone you love
emotionally.  It's an extension of something that already
exists.  Don't over analyze it. Just go with it. It's not
like we're going to be jumping each other everyday."
Looking into his eyes,   I realized that my Dad,   who'd always
been there when I needed him was there again. His gentle
wisdom was working to make me realize that I wasn't weird,
that there were a lot of guys out there like me,   and that
even though we would continue to make love physically it
wouldn't get out of hand.
"Thanks Pop,   Love you!"
"Love you too,   Ash,   you're fine,   don't worry!