Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2006 22:45:10 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Brock Hard Part 2

        Dad came home just after eleven thirty.  He'd told me that he was
going to be late coming home but I knew this meant he wasn't sure, himself.
When his car pulled into the drive, I was excited.  There was a lot to tell
him about my afternoon and I could hardly wait to tell him everything.
	I'd only met cute Colby a few days ago and Dad had approved of him, I
thought. He seemed to really like Colby and I knew that I certainly did.
Even as my father was coming into the house, I wanted to just spill
everything I had done and how Colby and I had finally gone "all the way"
with one another and how it was truly spectacular for us both and so much
more.  I met Dad at the door, holding it open as he managed his briefcase
and a small box.
	"Did Colby go home?"
	"He had to.  After spending last night here, he thought he might need to."
I responded, securing the door.  "Any hint what we might be doing tomorrow?"
	Dad went on through the house and laid everything on the small dining
table.  The question that I'd posed to him didn't evaporate from my mouth to
his ear but I didn't get an immediate answer, either.  Following him into
our small kitchen, I repeated the question as I hitched myself up onto a
small stool at the island in our small kitchen.  Dad took several bowls from
the kitchen and began to chop and slice things as he finally answered me.
	"I just thought we'd take a drive away from here and catch up with one
another."  He told me, bringing the two small bowls closer to one another.
"Are you hinting at something or just asking?"
	"Just asking mostly."
	"Mostly doesn't mean completely."  Dad responded, filling the bowls and
securing two glasses from an upper cabinet.  "I don't mind if Colby comes
with us but I have to ask some things about this boy."
	"He's hardly a `boy', Dad."
	"Hey, he's younger than I am; that makes him a boy."
	"What do you want to know?" I asked, bursting to tell what we'd done.  "I
can give you a basic family history that includes parents but no siblings
and he has a job."
	"Is he HIV negative?"
	Dad's question slammed me into the wall and held me there.
	"I don't know."  I answered, honestly.  "I...uh...hadn't thought about it."
	My father was around the island and in front of me before I truly knew what
was going on.  His body was so close to mine, I could smell the mixture of
old cologne and new sweat that clung to him.  His face was stern and I knew
he meant what he said next.
	"The next time the two of you decide to fuck in the back yard, you make
sure you use something, Brock."
	"I..."
	"I saw it all." He cut me off.  "I'd come home from lunch to find my son
fucking in the backyard without protection of any sort."
	"But I'm not positive, Dad."
	That seemed to do something for my father.  He looked at me for a long
moment and then took me into his arms to hold me close.  The scent of him
was stronger.  I knew that he was concerned and that this reaction was
coming from a place of worry for me and I rode out the moment.  I let him
hold me for as long as he needed to, holding him back.  His breathing hadn't
changed but he'd become softer, somewhat.  When he leaned back from me, I
saw the beginnings of tears.
	"I don't want anything to happen to you." Dad relented through a teary fog.
  "You're my only baby and I want to protect you, as silly as that sounds.
Colby seems nice enough but son, no one is worth dying over."
	"I know." Was all I could think of to say.
	"Promise me you'll both be tested before you go further."  He said to me,
putting my face in his hands.  "Promise me, Brock."
	"Alright, I promise, Dad."  I responded, understanding his desperation.  "I
did think about that possibility.  I contemplated that very same thing and
just put it out of my mind, for some reason.  I really like him."
	"I understand that." Dad responded, his hands still framing my face. "But I
love you, son."
	We sat there for the longest moment, looking into one another's eyes.  I
was seeing my father for the first time in a role that he's always been in
but that I'd missed -- my father.  The man who cared more for me than anyone
in the world was telling me he loved me and I have to think that was what
prompted me to lean forward that fractional space and press my lips to his.
	Maybe he was too stunned to move.  Maybe he was suddenly a stone statue.
The most likely reason for my father's not moving away from me was that this
was probably the last thing that either of us had expected to happen between
us.  His hands tightened a bit on my face for a half-second before relaxing
again.  His thumb moved first, running lightly along my jaw, and I knew he
wasn't going to deck me for this.  I let myself give in to this moment,
then.
	My hands slowly ran up his arms to his shoulders and around to his back.
Somewhere I that part of our brains that we shut away from even ourselves, I
had always fantasized about this.  How could I not?  He had been the primary
male figure in my life -- all of my life.  He was tender with me, kind to me,
and always loving to me.  I gripped his back as I thought of seeing him
fresh from a pool or the shower and realizing that even then, I had thoughts
like I was having right now.
	The kiss ended mutually and we were looking at one another.
	"Was I completely out of line?" I asked him, still holding him.
	"Would you be scarred for life if I said no?" He returned, smiling at me
and finally dropping his hands from the sides of my face.  "Perv dad kisses
son in concerned moment -- jailed without mercy!"
	"Come on -- it wasn't like that."
	"It would be if anyone sees that sort of thing."  Dad said, the father-tone
coming back into his voice.  "Never in front of anyone, Brock.  Never.  Even
though you're an adult, you look enough like me that people would freak
right the fuck out!"
	"Can I do it one more time?"
	"I don't think we should make a habit out of this."  Dad said, but didn't
move.
	I stood then and cupped the back of his head in my hand.  Before he could
protest further, I pressed my lips to his and held the small of his back.
Because of his size, he could easily shove me away but I knew he wasn't
going to do that.  A soft sigh, a slumping forward of his body into mine,
and a gentle squeeze of my forearm told me that he was into this too.
	"I love you, Dad." I said to him, kissing his cheek and upper neck.
"Thanks for being so concerned for me."
	"You're my baby."  He said to me, simply.  "I will always be concerned for
you. I love you, son."
	We slipped away from one another and my father went back to making dinner
for the two of us.  It was a bit difficult to truly comprehend what had just
happened but I thought it best not to obsess over this.  It wasn't worth
that sort of concentration.  It was something that happened that I wasn't
ashamed of and that Dad was okay with.  It was just a kiss, after all.
	"So, about tomorrow..."
	"Yes."  Dad responded.  "Colby can come with us."
	"Uh...I...it wasn't...I mean..." I stumbled.
	"You're welcome."  Dad said with a knowing smile and took our dinner to the
small table in our smaller dining room.  "It's just going to be a casual
day, son.  I don't mind the company."
	"You're still not going to tell me what we're doing, are you?"  I said,
diving into my food like a crazy man!  "Just a hint?"
	"Nope."

	The rest of the night was equally as casual.  Dad and I took showers
(separately) and dressed for a night at the movies.  Just like we normally
did, we got there in time for the first showing of one movie and stayed for
the late showing of the second.  It was something we'd done since I was
young and it had a feel of familiarity that we both liked.  It was one of
the things that kept us in somewhat of a routine.  Moving like we did, it
was the little things like this that kept us close.
	As we walked back home, we passed the quarry that I'd taken the footage for
my movie.  A police car was parked there and as we passed, I noticed that it
was the same lanky-looking officer that had talked to me that same morning.
Strangely, he had his right hand on the wheel of the car and his head
resting on the padding behind him.  His mouth was open and I was finally
putting two and two together when my Dad spoke up.
	"Looks like someone's getting lucky."
	"Wonder who's serving this protector."  I chimed in, chuckling slightly as
we kept walking.
	"Holy shit."  Dad said as we reached a small clump of shrubbery along the
side of the road.  "It's a guy!"
	I peered through the small opening that my father found.  Surely, the
figure to the right of the officer rose up and a mustache was clearly
visible.  The second figure smiled and the officer leaned over to kiss the
guy.  I moved under my dad to kneel on the ground.  From where we were, the
car was probably fifteen feet away and the view was amazing!  A napkin from
a local fast-food place was on the dashboard and the lettering was clear and
easily read -- to give you an idea of our proximity to this happening.  Dad
stood over me, watching through his own small space in the shrubs.
	"No freakin' way!" I whispered as the cop opened his door and got out, a
visible urgency in his movements.  "Is he going to do what I think?"
	The passenger joined him at the front of the vehicle and put his hands on
the hood, spreading his legs.  I was stunned at what was happening here.  It
was hot, sure, but strange at the same time.  The cop said something to the
guy and the words were lost to us.  Apparently, it was a directive of some
sort because the response of "yes, sir" was clearer.  The guy leaned forward
on the car and opened himself even more.  His arms spread farther, his body
arched to force his ass backward and his right leg went to the front bumper
to open him up farther.
	The cop removed his boots and socks, then.  The jangle of his belt rang out
and I was amazed at the somewhat meaty lower body that was exposed when he
removed his pants.  He wore a jockstrap and the straps on the sides cupped a
VERY nice ass!  The officer removed his shirt (thankfully!) and revealed a
rather large tattoo of what looked like a bird of some kind.  It gave him a
rather menacing look, I had to admit and especially with him standing behind
this guy, strapping his utility belt back on.
	"It's like something from a porn." I whispered to my dad, who just agreed.
	"Until then." My dad quipped as the guy on the hood slipped a bit and had
to readjust himself.  "I wonder who that guy is."
	The "hooded" guy moaned, a sound that carried to where we were.  Behind
him, the cop had begun to feel his body through his clothes and had caused
quite the reaction.  A flash of something in the cop's hand caused my breath
to catch in my throat.  Was that a knife?!  I looked up to my father, who
gave me a "wait a minute" signal with his hand.  Turning back to the guys, I
saw that the cop was using it to relieve the "hooded" guy of his jeans.  He
was actually cutting the guy's clothes off of him!
	"Fuck." I whispered my amazement at what was happening.
	When the guy on the hood, whom I will refer to as Hooded Guy probably for
the rest of my life, was stripped down to his underwear, the cop got in good
behind him and began to grind himself up against the helpless guy.
	My jeans were like a second skin by this time and I had to keep rubbing my
crotch to make sure the blood still flowed.  I looked around at my father
and saw that his pants bulged approvingly, as well.  The outline of his dick
was clear through the denim of his jeans and I thought back to the kiss in
the kitchen.  No -- that would be REALLY pushing the limits of what was
"acceptable".  I put the thought out of my mind and turned back to the show
we were watching.
	I had missed how they'd gotten into this position but the cop had put
himself between the spread legs of Hooded Guy and had pulled aside the front
of his jock!  The head of his cock was visible and it looked nice.  Of
course, what did I really know -- I was fifteen feet away from the guy!  A
ragged hole in the back of the Guy's underwear allowed the head to slide
along the crack of what looked like a hairy ass.
	Strangely, I looked around to see the source of light that allowed us to
watch this little show.  Along the sides of the road were tall poles with
fluorescent lights at their tops and one shown beyond where my father and I
stood.  It was far enough away not to bathe the small clearing in its odd
light but close enough to show what was going on. The one closest to us had
gone out or we would be clearly seen, as well.
	Hooded Guy's legs were held apart as the police officer began to enter him.
  I couldn't believe that the Guy wasn't screaming his head off but he
seemed to be enjoying himself.  When it looked like the officer was
completely inside him, they began to rock back and forth against each other.
  I thought of Colby lying under me as I did the same to him and my cock
jumped like it had been hit with a thousand volts!
	"Damn, the man can fuck."
	I looked up at my father and saw that he was smiling.  His whisper was deep
and appreciative but something else was there, too.  Regarding the bulge in
his pants, I mustered the courage to put my hand on it.  Looking to my
father's face, I saw him look down at me and back to the police fucking and
back to me.  He bit his bottom lip as I worked the zipper loose and slid my
hand inside.  To his credit, he did shake his head to indicate this might
not be the best idea.  To my own, I slid my hand farther until my fingers
touched his rod of meat.
	"No, Brock." Dad whispered to me.  "Not here...it's not safe."
	"We're as hidden as they are."
	"Fuck, you're going to be the death of both of us." Dad swore, turning his
attention back to the couple on the squad car.  "Just be quiet."
	The Hooded Guy was beginning to groan with the fucking he was getting.  The
lanky officer was holding the Hooded Guy to him with his baton and was using
the leverage that gave him to royally screw the ass he had his cock in.  I
had managed to maneuver Dad's cock free of his pants and was stroking it
like I would do my own at home.  Long strokes from base to head and then a
thumb swirl through the pre-cum there to give me lubrication for the repeat
action.  My own begged for attention but I knew that later, when I finally
did satisfy my own urges, the load I would produce would be awesome to
behold!
	"Damn, boy..." Dad swore as the cop leaned forward on the Hooded Guy and
pressed him to the hood of the car.  The cop's hips then began short,
jabbing motions and the Guy began to moan louder with each one.  "He can
pound that ass!"
	My dad was slightly pushing his hips forward, humping my hand.  I
alternated the intensity of my grip to maximize the sensitivity of the head.
  I'd masturbated so much, I thought I'd perfected the art!  I must have
because Dad's humping became more insistent and I obliged by matching the
rhythm of my hand to that of his hips.
	"FUCK ME, FLYNN!" The Hooded Guy finally roared and I thought my father
would cream himself right there!  "Screw my asshole but good you big-dicked
mother-fucker! Do it!"
	That was all it took! My father's hot load shot out in two long ropes of
liquid alabaster! The first one nailed me square in the face, lacing me with
his spunk! The second one hit my chin and dripped along my shirtfront.  I
almost laughed at the scene this would make to anyone who came upon us like
we had Officer Flynn and his mystery dick-recipient.  Just as I was about to
wipe away Dad's spunk, I had the other idea that was much more appealing.
	"I've got it, son."  Dad said, raising me to my feet and wiping his hand
over my face to clean it off.  "Sorry about that. Haven't shot off in a few
days."
	"Why are you sorry, I'm not." I told him honestly.  "That was fucking
incredible."
	We were both whispering so as not to be heard.  Just as I had finished my
last sentence, the roar of Hooded Guy's orgasm reached us and my Dad grabbed
my hand, hitching his zipper up as he pulled us along the road.
	"We don't want them to catch us."  He said and I was so sorry I didn't get
to see Hooded Guy cum!  "We need to make some fast tracks along the road or
they'll know we were watching."
	When we cleared the streetlight, both of us broke into a light jog and
headed for our house.  We'd made pretty good time and rounded the corner
that led to the small road our house stood on when we saw faint headlights
creep along the pavement.  We slowed to a walk and began to pace ourselves
as if we'd been walking all along.  Dad's breathing slowed and mine seemed
to match it as the headlights became brighter and brighter.
	The car pulled alongside us and slowed down.  My father told me quickly to
just stay calm and that he would handle this.  Officer Flynn's passenger was
composed and sitting in the seat as if nothing had happened.  When the
window came down, I got a better look at him and saw that he was quite
handsome.  He did, indeed, have a dark mustache and a small goatee and a
pair of eyes that seemed as if they were clear glass-blue.  Stunning!  A
small, crooked scar that resembled a horseshoe ran pale pink along his right
cheek and I wondered how he'd gotten it.
	"Good evening, boys."  Hooded Guy said as the window came down.  "You guys
need a ride somewhere?"
	"No." My father said, politely.  "We just live up the road, here.  Thanks,
anyway."
	"Where you two been?"  Officer Flynn inquired from his side and my father
told a lie that would put us having come from a different way than the one
we came.  "I see."  The officer said, then.  I wasn't sure he believed us
but if he didn't, he gave no indication.
	"You both have a nice night."  Hooded Guy said as the car went on its way.
	"You too, you deep-dicked little shit."  My dad said in a laugh when the
car was down the road.  "Can you believe that, Brock? That guy just got the
living night fucked out him and he's just as cheery as everything."
	"Wouldn't you be if it were you?" I asked slyly.  "You just got off too and
you don't seem to be crying over it."
	"Thanks for the helping hand back there."  He said to me as we continued to
walk toward our house.  "That was kind of hot."
	"You think so?" I went on.  "I wish you hadn't wiped your stuff off me.  I
would have liked to have tasted it."
	Nothing was said to this comment and in the dark, I couldn't gauge Dad's
reaction.  I wasn't sure if this had been one step too far or if he'd just
taken what I said and went on. The rest of the way to the house was silent
and I truly just put it out of my head.  It really didn't matter -- Dad
hadn't freaked out and started yelling, at least.  That was a good thing.
	Going into the house, Dad put away the dishes from the dish drainer and
headed down the hallway to his bedroom.
	"Alarm clock at nine! We leave at ten!"  He said over his shoulder before
closing the door to his room.
	How could he just go to bed after what we had seen? It was an incredible
sight and one that still had me going!  As I closed the door to my own room,
I stripped off my clothes and began to stroke my hard dick.  Reliving the
scene of Officer Flynn, I put myself in the place of Hooded Guy.  In my
fantasy, the day I was at the quarry was the day it happened and Officer
Flynn was cutting away my clothes as He explained to me that he was about to
screw my ass.
	Officer Flynn's face was that of Colby and that made it all the more
exciting.  Just like I'd done when I was fucking him in my backyard, I came
all over myself in minutes!  Running my hand through the sticky mess, I
lapped up every last bit of manjuice I'd sprayed myself with and was ready
to sleep.  I'd see Colby tomorrow and I just couldn't wait for that -- and to
tell him about what we'd seen!