Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2021 03:19:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: nephillyboy76@aol.com
Subject: Dad to the Rescue Chapter 16

Dad to the Rescue, XVI

"Josh and Steve"

By Joey E

     Well, it has been freakin' seven years since I last posted a chapter
in this story.  I just got busy and never got back around to it.  I am
pleased to present you the 16th chapter of this story.  Thank you for all
the feedback in the past.  It really does make it all worthwhile.

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     I went upstairs and stripped naked.  Tony always said it was best to
masturbate naked.  I checked myself out in the mirror, turning myself on in
the process.  Okay, so it was a little narcissistic, but hey, my developing
body did turn me on.  I flexed my small muscles and checked out my smooth
but defined body.  Not bad I thought to myself.

     My cock was hard at this point and I wasted no time in gripping it
with my left hand.  I started to stroke it, making low-pitched moans as I
felt the pleasure.  Watching myself helped get me all worked up and I
started stroking it faster.

     "Man, I love this shit," I whispered to myself.

     As soon as I started to really get into it, there was a knock at my
door.

     "Hey, champ, are you done?"

     "Uh, no, why?"

     "Because we have decided to let you go over to your bud's house.  Come
downstairs when you're done masturbating and we'll talk about it."

     "Okay," I groaned.

     "I want you to edge it at least three times, boy," Tony said.

     I groaned after he said that.

     "That's my boy!" yelled Tony as he walked away.

     To make a long story short, I edged it up three times just like he
told me to and shot my sperm on the mirror.  For some reason, I just left
it there. Cleaned myself up and got dressed again.

     "So, here's how it goes, Joey," Tony said as I walked into the living
room where they were all sitting.  He paused as if he was trying form the
words he was about to say correctly.

     "I think it is best if you invite them over here.  I don't like the
idea that his parents will not be home while you're over there.  How will I
know that you will be safe?  I don't know these kids at all, and I am going
to insist that I meet them before allowing you to go over there alone.  So,
that's my offer.."

     I really thought it was unfair for them to be treating me like I was
twelve years old.  I found it slightly insulting.  I sighed as I got up
from the couch and walked out into kitchen to get the cordless phone.  As I
made it back into family room, I don't know what happened, but I stated my
opinion on the whole situation.

     "Dad," I said, looking Tony straight in the eye, "I think this is a
bit unfair.  How can you say you trust me and then do this?  I mean, my
parents would let me hang out with my other friends until late at night in
the summer!  What is the big deal?"

     Tony stared right back at me and let out a deep sigh.  At that point,
Justin got up and left the room, but Dan stayed right next to Tony.

     "Joey, son, I know it may seem unfair.  But, that's my final decision.
Take it or leave it."

     "Why?" I asked, staring him down.

     "Because I said so..." he replied, also staring me down.

     "What your Dad is trying to say," Dan interrupted, "is that we are
worried about you, Joey.  That's all.  We trust you, but how can we trust
these two high school buddies?  I mean, honestly, would your parents let
you hang out with two high school graduates and not even ask to meet them
first?  That probably never even came up when you were with them.  Think
about how this would make us feel if something bad happened.  Tony would
never forgive himself."

     Tony put his hand over Dan's hand and they looked at each other.  Wow,
these guys truly did love each other.  And they were functioning as a
parenting team on me.

     Just then, Justin came back into the room. "Okay, as I said before, I
think Joey does have a point here, though, big bro.  Like I said before,
why don't I take him over and stay around for a little just to make sure
everything is cool. If it is, then I'll leave."

     Tony looked his little bro and said, "And what if it's not?"

     "I don't think it will come to that, dude, I really don't."

     Tony sighed and said, "Okay.  Fine, but if it's not, you will do
whatever JJ says to do, okay champ?"

     I could have kissed Justin for saving the day

     I finally responded, calmly, "Okay.  That seems fair.  But, Tony, you
also have to trust me and let me find my own way as well..."

     "I know, Champ.  That's what Dan and J J have told me.  However, we've
only really known each other for less than a month now.  I am giving you
the benefit of the doubt right now.  My gut instinct was to tell you no,
absolutely not.  But, if JJ says that the boys seem to be right, and Danny
also seems to think that I should trust you, then I guess there's something
to be said for that," Tony explained as he looked at his lil' bro.

     "So, call them up and tell them that you'll be coming over," Dan said,
smiling.

     Justin handed me his phone and called them back.

     "Josh," I said when he answered the phone.  "I can come over."

     "Awesome, dude!" he responded.  Then I heard him yell to Steve, "He's
coming over!"

     "What's your address?"

     "It's 131 Cottonwood Court.  You know in that neighborhood near the
school."

     "Oh yeah, I know where it is," I said.  "I'll be over soon."

     "We were just going to order some pizza.  Is plain okay?"

     "Yeah, that's fine.  I'll be over in about 30 minutes or so," I said.

     Justin and I climbed into his Mustang Cobra and headed two towns over.
On the way, we cranked up the tunes and just acted goofy.  I turned down
the music somewhere on the ride over to thank Justin for talking Tony into
letting me go.

     "Justin, thanks for convincing Tony to let me go.  I honestly thought
for a moment there that he wouldn't let me go."

     "You're right, bro.  He was dead set against it.  He does have a point
though you know.  You are only fifteen, even though you may think you know
it all.  I think he trusts you, but he doesn't trust Josh or Steve.  You
can see how it makes it hard for him."

     "Well, I want to hang out with some dudes around my age for a change,"
I explained.

     "Of course, man, that's what I told him.  And he agreed.  But, do me a
favor, little dude, and always play safe."

     "Aw, geez..."

     "Come on, Joe.  Just promise me that..."

     "Okay, yes, I promise.  But, I don't understand why you are even
telling me that.  I mean, even if I did want to fool around with them, I
wouldn't know what to do."

     He rested his large hand on my thigh and sighed.  "Well, if anything
happens that you don't want to happen, you just say no.  If it becomes a
problem, you call me or Tony, dude, all right?"

     I shook my head yes. Justin revved up his V8 then and grinned at me.
We continued on the ride after that and enjoyed some tunes.  In what seemed
like no time, we were pulling up in front of Ryan's house.

     It was a bi-level house, older, probably built in the 70's.  I saw a
blue Scion FR-S parked in the driveway.  Ryan and Justin were outside in
the front yard, throwing around a football.

     "Wow, cool car!" Steve shouted out, running over to us.

     Justin grinned at Steve as he opened his door to get out.  "Thanks,
dude."

     "No shit, this is a Cobra?  Josh, you gotta see his car, man!"

     Josh came over to us and just rolled his eyes.  I got out of the car
and was pulled into Steve's arms for a tight bro hug.

     "I'm glad you could make it, Joey."

     He released me and went back to talking to Justin about the car.  Josh
came over and gave me a strong hug as well.  He also whispered in my ear
during the hug, "Damn, dude, your cousin is hot!"

     I laughed and said, "Yes he is!"

     We broke apart and went back over to where the two big guys were.

     "Yeah, bud, pop the hood on it!" said Steve, as he stood in front of
the car.

     As uncle Justin bent over to reach the hood release, I noticed Josh's
eyes were glued to Justin's ass.  Wearing his usual casual basketball
shorts, he was greeted with an amazing, perfectly sculpted ass.  I jokingly
punched Josh's arm.  It was amusing to see while the one checked out
Justin's car, the other one just checked out Justin.

     "Dude, you want to drive him?" asked Justin.

     With a big grin on his face, Steve asked, "Really?"

     "You can drive stick, right?"

     "Oh yeah, he can drive stick..." Josh interjected.

     Steve laughed.  "Not that kind...but yeah, my car is stick."

     "Cool, then hop in," Justin said, opening the driver's door for him.

     "Sweet!" Steve exclaimed as he got into the driver's seat.

     "You guys want to come along?" Justin asked us.

     "No thanks," Josh replied, looking at me.  "We can hang out back here
while you drool over Justin's car."

     I shook my head in agreement.

     "You sure?" Steve asked Josh.

     "Yeah, it's all good. Remember?  I'm a Camaro guy!"

     "Okay, we'll be back soon!" Steve said, over the rumble of the exhaust
as he started the engine.

     As you'll recall, Josh was around 5'4", and weighed about 120lbs.  A
short, toned, strawberry blonde.  He was a good-looking kid.

     "Boys and their toys,"Josh said, as they pulled out of the driveway.

     "You're not into cars?"

     "Nah, not really . Steve is the car guy.  I will admit, some of his
love for cars has rubbed off on me though.  But, I've discovered that I am
more of Chevy guy."

     I laughed.  "Aw, dude, I'm a Ford guy myself."

     "It figures," he said.  "Well, you wanna go inside?  Knowing Steve,
they'll be gone for a while."

     "Yeah, that's cool," I said, as he opened the front screen door of his
house.  I went inside to what was the living room.

     "Don't mind the mess," he said as he followed me inside.  I looked
around, and it wasn't too messy.

     "Do you want anything to drink?" he asked as I followed him around the
corner.

     "Uh, yeah, what do you got?"

     "Water, Coke, Iced Tea, Milk..." he said as he scanned the
refrigerator door.

     "Water's good for me."

     We basically chatted about old times.  Even there was about three
years between us, we talked about old teachers he had that I had also had.
About twenty minutes had passed when we heard the rumble of the exhaust
pull up to the house.

     "They're baaack!" Josh exclaimed as he rose up from the table.  I
followed him back outside where Justin and Steve were geting out of the
car.

     "Nothng beats an American V8, dude!  Hey, Josh!  I want one of these!"

     "Okay, well don't look at me!  I'm poor," Josh called out.  "Besides,
I thought you loved your little FR-S!"

     "Well, I do...but, I mean, come on, it's a Mustang Cobra!" Steve said,
walking up towards the short dude.  "I gotta fuckin' semi from riding in
it."

     I looked at Justin and he just grinned as he walked up to me.

     "Well, I should get going now," he said to all of us.  "Remember, I
will be back to pick you up at 10PM.  Are you sure it's okay that Joey
stays that late?"

     "Oh sure, my mom won't be home until late and besides, Steve is
spending the night anyway," Josh explained.

     Justin wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug.  "Remember,
don't do anything I wouldn't do..." he said in a low tone in my ear.

     He then kissed me on the forehead and released me.  He took his keys
out of his pocket.  I saw Josh still enjoying the sight of Justin in front
of him.  His eyes followed him all the way to his car.  Steve slapped Josh
on the back of the head and wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

     "Come on, Joe, let's go inside. I'm thirsty!"

     I followed them inside.  Steve got his drink of water and we all went
downstairs to Josh's room, which was huge.  In the corner was a double-bed,
but on the other side, there was an entertainment system with a big flat
screen TV.  There was also an old couch, which Josh sat down on. Steve sat
down next to him.  I sat down on the floor in front of them.

     "It's cool that you could come over," Josh said.  "I was telling Steve
how much fun we had wrestling each other back in Middle school.  You really
were a great opponent.  We'd never know who would actually win."

     "Oh yeah, dude," I exclaimed.  "I remember you'd pin me one night, and
then at the next practice, I'd pin you down."

     "Well, if I'd known that, I'd taken on both of you," Steve joked.

     "Hmm," Josh said, getting up.  He sized me up with his eyes and Steve
must've picked up on some kind of signal.

     "Joey, get up," Josh said with a big grin on his face.

     "Uh, okay," I said, standing back up.

     "You wanna have a rematch?  I am a little heavier than you, but you're
a pretty good wrestler.  I can't wrestle Steve because he pins me every
time!"

     "Uh, okay," I answered.

     "Great!" Josh yelled.  He started to move the furniture around so that
we'd have an open space to wrestle.  Steve helped him clear the area and
pretty soon we were ready to wrestle.

     "Steve, you be the referee.  Ready?"

     I nodded and took the neutral stance.  We both grinned and I replied,
"Yeah!"

     "Go!" shouted Steve.

     Well, I knew he would be first to strike as he often was, and this
time was no exception.  He went for my legs, but I was expecting that.  We
locked arms and remained locked.  That was until I used a move on him that
I used many times before.  I tripped him up and I fell literally on top of
him.

     "Good take down, Joey.  Come on, O'Hara!  He's used that move on you
since he was in sixth grade!" Steve shouted.  I grinned as he sounded just
like our old coach.

     "Ah, shut the fuck up, Edison!" as he attempted to push me up off of
him.

     "Why don't you both shut the fuck up and wrestle!" I said, putting all
of my weight on his chest.

     My chest on his chest.  I went to work my arms around him to get a
secure hold, and that's when he broke free.  Okay, so Josh had more
strength than I remembered.  We were up on our feet again.

     "Come on, Joey, is that all you got?"Josh challenged.

     "Oh, you bitch!" I roared, as I went in for the take down.  I grabbed
both his thighs and threw him down on the ground again.  I must have caught
him by surprise because he just laid there flat on his back.  I went in for
the cradle, taking advantage of the situation.

     "Damn, Joey," he growled as he fought back and tried to bridge-out of
the hold.  But he knew, I knew, and Steve knew, it was over.  Once I got
the hold on him, he never could break out of it.

     Steve slammed his hand down on the floor to signal a pin.  I jumped up
in the air, and yelled out "woo hoo!"

     "Damn, Joey, you've improved.  I knew you were good, but you've got
some strength to you now," Steve said.  "Knocked my man right off his
feet!"

     Steve extended his hand to Josh who was still on the ground.  Josh
took it and stood back up.  He came over to me and grinned.  "Bet you can't
do it again...:"

     "Oh you're on, O'Hara!" I exclaimed.

     We went back at each other.  It's funny because Josh and I hadn't
wrestled together in over two years, and yet, I remembered all of his body
language.  I could tell he was determined this time to beat me. But two
minutes later, I pinned him again.  And again.  And again.

     "All right, I give up!" Josh finally said, out of breath.

     "Buddy, you're a fuckin' wild wrestler man.  You've got some moves!"
Steve said, giving me a high five.  "Sorry, Josh, but he is seriously
good."

     "Yeah, I know," Josh panted.  He got up on his feet and shook my hand.
"Good match.  I want a rematch sometime though.'

     I shook his hand and grinned.  "Man, I am amazed I beat you dude.  You
still have some good moves.  I just can't believe I won though!  How much
do you weigh now?"

     "One twenty. And you?

     "I'm about one twenty as well."

     "Well, remember, dude, I always had the weight advantage over you when
we were in school together.  Now that we are finally even, maybe that's why
you beat me so easily now."

     "Never thought of it that way, but you might be right," I said to
Josh.

     We all sat down on the couch.  Steve was in the middle and we were on
either side of him.

     "What?" Josh asked, looking at Steve.  "What's with the big grin on
your face?"

     "Joey whipped your ass, dude!" he said, breaking up into laughter.
"He whipped your ass, not once, but four times!"

     "Oh, fuck you," Josh said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "I've
whipped your ass before too!"

     I just laughed at them carrying on like that.  We were all cracking up
by that point.  I noticed Josh leaning into Steve.  Steve pushed Josh off
of him.

     "What?" Josh asked again.

     "Dude, he knows we're together, but that doesn't mean we have to rub
it in his face," he said, clearing his thorat afterwards.  "So, Joe, what
do you want to do tonight?"

     "Well, I don't know what Joe wants to do, but I really want to know
what is the story with your hot uncle!" Josh said as he was leaning over
Steve to talk to me.

     "Josh...!"

     "Well, you have to admit he's hot!"

     "He's not my type," Steve said.

     "Oh that's right, you have a weird taste in guys...."

     I wondered what Steve's type was. Fortunately, I didn't have to ask as
it was answered for me.

     "We always have this debate, Joey. Josh, here, thinks that freakin'
Tom Brady was hot or even Steven Arnell....yuck!"

      "Well, what about you?  Lusting after Zach Efron and Gavin
Leatherwood....and at the park, you even said.....," started Josh, abruptly
stopping after Steve lightly punched him the arm.

     "At any rate, Steve and I have very different tastes in boys," Josh
said.

     "You see, Joey, Josh likes the big dumb jocks.."

     "In example," Josh interrupted, pointing to Steve.

     "And I like the short little twinkies, like this one..."

     I was just amazed at how freely they were able to talk.

     "But getting back to uncle hottie..."

     "Stop, Josh, I'm sure Joey has heard enough on how his Uncle is
hot..."

     "Well, uh, I think so too," I said, finally speaking up again.

     Steve roared in laughter.  "Right on, Joey!"

     "But, yeah, he's is hot.  I never met him until that day we met at the
park.  He's been around the house ever since and he's driving me up the
wall!"

     "Have you ever caught him, you know, naked?" asked Josh, almost too
excitedly.

     "Uh, I've seen him more than just naked," I said, grinning at Josh.

     "Damn, dude," Josh replied, practically foaming at the mouth.

     "Uh, hello?" Steve said.

     "What?" Josh said.

     "I'm here?" Steve said.

     "Yeah and?  What?  You know you're hot, you know I think you're
hot....isn't that all that matters?"

     I just laughed out loud at this whole scene playing out in front of
me.

     "Hey I just thought of something," Josh said, sitting up straight. "If
you and your uncle are this handsome, what does your real dad look like?"

     "Fuck, is he always this fuckin' crazy?  I didn't know he was like
this," I said to Steve.

     "Oh, yeah, he's a horny little boy," Steve replied.  "He's always got
hot dudes on his mind."

     "Oh please, just because you hide it better than I do, don't think I
know what goes on inside that head of yours," Josh said, grinning at Steve.
"In fact, I know of someone who you got a little infatuation of your
own...."

     "Oh really?  And who would that be, little dude?"

     "He's right there," Josh said, pointing at me.

     "Uh, what?" I asked, not realizing that Steve could be lusting after
me.

     "Okay, okay, okay.  Yes, I'll admit, you like Justin, and I like
Joe...way to make him feel awkward, though....Don't worry Joe, I am not
going to rape or attack you.  I just think you're a very handsome young
dude.  What's wrong with that?"

     "Nothing, I guess," I said, not sure of what else to say.

     "Well, way to make it awkward, bro," Steve said to Josh, getting up
off the couch.  "Leave it to my man to put his foot in his mouth, again..."

     "Oh, if you want to change the subject, I forgot, Steve, my mom got my
dirt bike back," Josh said.

     "Sweet, dude.  We'll have to take them out again soon," Steve said and
then turned to me.  "Did you ever ride a dirt bike?"

     "Like a bicycle dirt bike?" I asked.

     "Nah, a motorcycle dirt bike," Josh said'

     "No, my parents never let me have one.  I've always wanted to though."

     "Well you should go with us some time, we'll teach you how."

     "Sounds like fun," I said, trying to stay calm as it always was a
dream of mine to be able to ride a real motorcycle.

     "Yeah, we go to this track a buddy of mine built in his back yard, he
lives on a farm, and we go there maybe every other weekend or so.  You
really should come with us sometime," Josh explained.

     "Yeah, I'll bet he would fit on your bike just fine," Steve said.

     We spent a while just shooting the shit, talking more about just about
anything.  We did seem to get along real well.

     "But anyway, did you bring your swim suit?" asked Josh.

     "Oh shit, I didn't know you were serious," I said.  "You really have a
pool?"

     "Yeah, it's out back, dude.  You probably can borrow one of mine, and
then give them to the gentle giant over there so he can sniff them while he
beats off."

     "Fuck you, O'Hara!" Steve shouted with a smile.  "Let's go up to
Josh's room and he will give you a pair of his trunks.

     "Yeah, you can go change in the bathroom," Josh offered.

     That actually made me breathe a sigh of relief.  I didn't know if I
could control myself with these two studs stripping down in front of me so
closely.

     After taking a swim and eating some pizza, we played some video games
and 10PM came around much too soon.  We were waiting out front when a big
truck pulled up to the house.  What was Tony doing here?

     "Who is that?" asked Josh.

     "My real Dad, Tony," I answered as he got out of the cab of the truck.
He shut the door and started walking towards us.  At least he was smiling.

     "Hey boys," he said in his usual Tony deep voice.

     "Hey Tony, these are my friends, Josh and Steve," I said, pointing
them out to him.

     He extended his hand to each of them.  Steve acted as natural can be,
unfazed by the big guy before him.  Actually, he wasn't much smaller than
Tony.  Only a little slimmer but just as tall and muscular.  The only thing
that was missing was the body hair.  What was amusing was Josh's facial
expressions as Tony walked up.  It was clear that Josh was attracted to my
real dad.  He even stammered a bit when he talked to him.

     "Well, boys, did you have fun?"

     "Yeah, I had a great time," I said.  He ruffled my hair after I said
that.

     "Glad to hear that, Champ!  You boys will have to come over sometime
as well to our house then."

     "Sure thing," Josh said.

     "Well, I hate to end this, but we'd better get going, champ.  Your
other Dad is waiting in the truck" he said to me.

     "Wait a second..." josh shouted.  "You have two dads?"

     "And the uncle, don't forget about Justin," Steve said, smirking at
Josh.

     "Wow..." Josh said with his mouth hanging open.

     "Yeah, well, it was nice meeting you, Mr. Uh..." Steve said, unsure of
what to call Tony.

     "Just call me Tony, bro," Tony said.

     "Okay, Tony.  Well, like you said, you'd better get Joey back soon and
I have to get my boy inside before he explodes..."

     Tony laughed and we both walked back to the big truck. As I walked up,
I could see Dan in the passanger seat.

     I opened up the back door and hopped inside.

     "Hi Joey," Dan said.

     "Hi Dan," I answered as Tony got in the driver's side.

     "Did you have a good time?"

     "Oh yeah, they were super cool!"

     "Glad to hear it," he said, turning to Tony.  "See?"

      Yeah, you and Justin were right, okay?  Happy?"

     Dan turned back to face me again.  "Justin was all ready to pick you
back up, but Mr. Worrywart had to come and see for himself."

     "It's okay.  I understand," I said.  I did understand that Tony wanted
what was best for me.  And I was okay with it.  But where was Justin?

     "Where is Justin?"

     "He went out to meet up with his buds at a pub.  One of his buddy's is
playing in the band that is there tonight," explained Dan.

     We started on our way back home.  I told him how cool the guys were
and how I beat Josh four times in wrestling.

     "Like father like son," Dan said to Tony.

     When we got home, Justin's car was no where to be found.  Damn, I
thought to myself.  I was honry and was ready to attack him.  As soon as we
got inside, though, Dan grabbed some things and was heading back out the
door.

     "I'll see you later, babe," Dan said, giving Tony a kiss on the lips.

     "Make sure my brother behaves, please?"

     "Yeah, yeah," Dan said.

     "Love you, Danny," he said to Dan.

     "Love you too," Dan said as he walked out the door.

     Tony then turned to me and said, "Go into the kitchen, champ.  I got a
present for you."

     "You did?" I asked and I ran into the kitchen to find a small box
wrapped in gift paper.

     I tore the paper off and opened the box.  Inside was a jar of
Albolene.  My cock got so hard at that moment.

     "So, what do say, Joey?  How about we have some real dad and son
boding time?" Tony asked.

     I swallowed hard and forced out, "Uh okay."

     "Come on, let's go upstairs," he said.

     I followed him up the steps, my cock hard as rock, and my hand holding
the new jar of lube.  I couldn't believe he got me my own jar.  I never
usually used lube, but I was thinking that I was going to from now on.  I
followed my real dad, dressed in his usual casual summer outfit.  A pair of
mesh shorts and a t-shirt with a baseball cap on.

     I followed him into his bed room and he sat down on his big bed.  He
patted the space next to him.  I jumped up next to him and I realized
something then and there.  Having Justin in the house did help me tame my
feelings for Tony.  He was hot as ever, but in my eyes, Justin was better.
However, there was just a feeling I always had around Tony. I looked up to
him like he was this tower of strength.  Tony scent was really strong
tonight, as I noticed he did not shower this evening.  I gently inhaled his
scent, trying not to show him that I was doing precisely that.

     "Yeah, buddy, I know that I'm a bit ripe tonight," he said, smiling at
me.

     "Doesn't bother me, Tony.  I like it," I said, closing my eyes and
inhaling deeply.

     He put his strong around my shoulder and pulled me into him.  Without
thinking, I grabbed on to him with all my might, and lowered my head into
chest.  He hugged me back with both arms and we just stayed there like that
for a while.

     "So, this is my way of making up for being an old worrywart tonight,"
he finally said.  "Would you like to masturbate with me, champ?"

     I said nothing as I started to take off my shirt.

     "That's my boy!" Tony roared.

     He took his t-shirt off, revealing his hairy, well defined chest and
V-Shaped Torso.  Yep, my old man still looked good to me.  I was already
hard in my jock strap and I tore off my shorts.

     Tony chuckled and remarked, "I see you're taking fashion advice from J
J.  Let me see them on you."

     I proudly stood in front of Tony, hard as a rock, wearing nothing but
my jock strap.

     "A chip off the old block, boy.  You keep it up and you'll be as
strong as me," he said, taking off his shorts.  He was dressed in a pair of
boxer briefs.

     I walked slowly over to where he was standing and I just openly stared
at his body.  He started flexing his muscles for me.  "Yeah, champ, you
like this?"

     "Yes," was all I could say.

     "Well, what are you waiting for?  Unleash that big hard cock of
yours."

     I took off my jock strap and was naked in front of Tony once again.
He slowly pulled his down and we were there, Dad and Son, naked as the day
we were born.

     Tony made the first move and grabbed his growing cock.  It grew longer
and harder in his hand.  He let out a low pitched moan.

     I grabbed my cock and started stroking it.

     "Wait.  Let's break in this new jar," he said, taking the new jar of
Albolene and opening up the lid.  He removed the seal from the jar.  He
held the jar in his hand as he put it down near his cock.

     "This is the way I start a new jar every time," he said, as he pushed
the head of his penis into the jar of lube.  I watched as his cock pushed
some of the Albolene to the edges, causing it to up the side and basically
overflow.

     "Oh yeah," he mummbled.

     He then handed me the jar and said, "Put your penis right where mine
was and get it all lubed up, man.  Break in the jar, buddy."

     I did as I was told and I slid my cock in the path he made with his.
His was definitely wider than mine, but it still coated my cock with more
than enough to start with.  I sighed loudly as I slid it in.

     "Yeah, Joey, nice."

     He started masturbating his cock as he just stood in front of me,
waiting for me to do the same.  I did the same, only I did mine with my
left hand.

     "Masturbate the penis, son," he said.

     "Yeah, Dad, I want to jerk off with you...."

     "You want to masturbate with me?"

     "Yes, I want to masturbate my penis with you, Dad."

     "Come here, buddy," he said.

     I stepped up close to him, still facing him. The next thing I know,
he's pulling me down on the bed with him.  He aligned me on top of him so
that our cocks were rubbing together.

     "OH SHIT!" I cried out, when I realized what he was doing.  "Tony!
Oh, man..."

     He smiled as he looked up at me.  "Come on, Joey, let's bond, man.
Let's really bond.  I want our penises to become one tonight.  I want you
to know the pleasure of the penis.  I want my boy to be just like me,
addicted to his own dong."

     He ground his penis into mine.  I couldn't help and I started grinding
my body on top of his.  We were pressed together and his strong big arms
were wrapped around my back.  He felt so hot to me.

     I was leaking like crazy and I didn't quite know what to do next.  I
looked into his eyes and I was posessed.  I leaned down and I kissed him on
the lips.  He didn't open his lips, but he kissed me back.

     Quietly, I said, "Come on Dad, I know you want to kiss me.  Don't
fight it anymore, Dad...."

     I kissed him again on the lips.  "Don't fight it..."

     I won because I felt his lips open up.  I didn't waste any time and
darted my tongue inside his mouth.  I was grinding like crazy on top of him
and moaning in his mouth as I made out with my real dad.  I couldn't
believe it.  We made out for what seemed like a long time.  I broke the
kiss.

     Tony had a big smile on his face.

     "You fuckin' bastard.  You fuckin' perverted bastard!  You are fuckin'
trouble, boy!"

     "Oh yeah?  You want to know what other trouble I can get myself into?"
I asked, feeling more and more in control of the situation.

     Tony grinned.  "Go head show me," he said as he let go of me.

     I looked into his eyes again as I grabbed his legs.  Pushed them up so
they would bend at the knees.  I then pushed his knees up to his chest and
started humping my cock against his now revealed ass crack.

     "OH SHIT!" Tony said, shocked that I would do that.

     I immediately let go and Tony let his legs drop back down.

     Tony laughed at loud and said, "You fuckin' sick bastard, Champ.  You
are so wicked!  No wonder why JJ likes you!"

     I snapped out of my trance and started laughing along with Tony.

     "Let's just masturbate Champ.  We'll leave the rest up to Justin."

     I was content with that.

     Pretty soon, we were lying on the bed, facing each other, legs
intertwined and balls against each other, masturbating our cocks.

     "What are you doing, son?"

     "I am masturbating..."

     "Masturbating what?"

     "Masturbating my penis..."

     "Yeah, with who?"

     "I'm masturbating my penis with my real dad," I said, as I was close
to the edge.

     "Yeah, I'm masturbating my penis with my son," he said, as he got
louder.  "Oh god, Champ, yeah, get it up there.  Make your Dad proud."

     "Yeah," I yelled out as I took myself to the edge.  I let go of my six
incher and my whole body twitched.

     "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I muttered.

     "Ooo...masturbate, you fucker....fuck fuck fuck,look at your fucking
penis, penis, fuck, stroke your donger...I'm edging, I"m edging..."

     "Yeah, dad, Edge your penis. Come on, show me.  Show me where I came
from..."

     "Oh fuck!  Son, you fuckin' pervin' on your dad.."

     I watched his eyes roll back into his head as he started to goon.  His
mouth opened up and his tongue came out.  He started making these noises
that sound like a monkey.

     "Joey, I'm a monkey penis bator," he said, in between those weird
noises.

     I grabbed my penis and started stroking again, wanting to feel those
feelings he was feeling too.

     "Yeah, Dad, I'm right with you....I want to get deep like you.  I want
you to teach me how."

     "That's it boy, just keep stroking.  Go to that edge again and again.
Come on..."

     And we did this for a full twenty mintues.  I was screaming out loud
by the end of it.

     "Stop!" Tony commanded.

     And I did.  I tried to catch my breath.  We were both sweating our
asses off now and I could smell both of our scents together.  Tony's scent
was overpowering but mine was pretty ripe too.

     Tony got up and then put three pillow behind his back, sitting up on
the bed.  He motioned me to come forward.

     "Come on Champ, sit between my legs and put your back against my
chest."

     I didn't question him and did what he told me to do.

He wrapped his one arm around me and the other hand went straight around my
cock.

     "Oh shit," I cried.

     "Yeah, buddy, Daddy's gonna take good care of you."

     He started slowly stroking my cock.  His other hand made its way down
to my balls.  He started playing with them as well.

     My moaning increased with every stroke, but I didn't have to tell him
anything.  He stopped right when I was about to blow.  He kept stroking my
cock in a way that wouldn't be enough stimulation to push me over.  I was
like putty in his hands.

"Oh, Tony," I whimpered.

     "Yeah, boy, come on, let me show you how to edge your penis."

     All while this was happening, I felt his hard penis against my back.

     He took me up to the edge at least five more times, making me goon on
my penis.

     "Fuck, penis, fuck stroke...my....penis....fuck..."

     "Yeah, champ.  Show me what you got."

     "Oh yeah, Dad, masturbate my penis...ugh I want to cum..."

     He stopped and released my cock.  He gave me a chance to catch my
breath, but started back with just working the head of my penis.

     "OH FUCK!" I cried out.

     He worked it like a pro , and I felt all my muscles tense up.

     "Don't ejaculate, Joey, Don't ejaculate.  Come on you can do it!"

     I looked down at my penis and I could see cum oozing out, but I had no
real orgasm.

     "Oh shit," I exclaimed.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

     "WOW!  Good job, Joey.  You just had a ruined orgasm!  You ejaculated
some semen but didn't actually orgasm.  I am so proud of you!"

     I reached down and scooped up some of the semen and proceeded to taste
it.  It was so hot to do that right then and there.  I hated my cum after I
shot it, but I hadn't orgasmed so the drive was still there.

     "Mmm... good boy!  So, do you want to masturbate me for a while
buddy?"

     "Fuck yeah," I said.

     We changed positions and my arms barely reached around him, but it
worked.  He was careful not to put all of his weight on me, and I finally
was able to really work on his Dad penis.  I tried to mimic what he had
done for mine, and his cock felt incredible in my hands.  It looked so much
bigger in my small hands than his, and I then realized I was really
grinding my lubed up penis into his ass crack.

     It was amazing.  I could feel his voice reverberate through his body
against mine.  I felt every twitch he made.  I never heard him make sounds
like he did when I was edging his own penis.  A couple of times he had to
force my hand off his penis.

     "Stop!" he commanded, in between his moans and penis babble as he
called it.

     I let go of his penis.  While I was doing this each time, I tried to
identify what his body felt like when he was on the edge. After about four
times, I could tell by the way he was moaning when to let go.

     Apparently, though, I was getting a little too excited from all of
this, as I was rubbing my cock anywhere I could behind this hunk of a
man. And it seemed that I was spot on because of what he said next.

     "Uh Joe," he said.  "Unless you want to penetrate your own dad, I
suggest we change position.

     "But it was feeling so good," I said.

     He moved from in front of me and laid down next to me on the bed. His
eyes were glazed over and he looked like he was in complete lust.  What he
was lusting after was beyond me.

     But then I saw him look at his penis and his look intensified.  He
then looked over at me again. I laid down next to him and there we were,
proudly displaying our erections.  As I started to stroke my penis again,
we heard the front door open downstairs.

     "Hun, I'm home," Dan shouted.

     I looked back at Tony, as I did not know how to handle this situation.
I still hadn't shot my complete load, and Tony still needed to shoot his.

     "Oh fuck," Tony yelld out as he edged himself up.  "We're up here
masturbating, fuck, penis!  Go ahead Joey, stroke your penis."

     "Okay, well, keep at it.  Justin was ten minutes behind me though,"
Dan yelled upstairs.

     "Fuck," I cried.  "Tony, I am going to cum..."

     "Yeah, is my boy going to ejaculate semen?  Tell me, son..."

     "Yes, I am going to ejaculate my semen," I yelled out as I felt the
edge coming up close.

     "Let it go!"

     "No, no, no fuck, my penis, my penis..." I whimpered as I let him go.

     "You're gonna watch your old man ejaculate first..." he said as he
started stroking his cock real fast.

     "Oh, Joey, yeah, you look so hot, man.  I am so proud of you...your
dad is gonna, he's gonna, ejaculate, sperm!"

     And with that, he did.  And boy did he.  First shot landed on the
headboard of the bed.  After I saw the semen fly on his face, I lost it.

     "Oh, Dad, oh dad, I'm going to ejaculate semen!  Sperming! Fuck!"

     I did the same thing as he did, hitting the headboard with my sperm
and my second and third shots coating my face. The rest landed on my chest
and stomach.  I was fully spent and just laid there, catching my breath
again.

     Finally, I looked over at my Dad, covered in cum himself, and smiled.

     "Well, are you gonna call Dan up?" he asked.

     "Dan, can you come up here?" I yelled out.

     He appeared at the door way in no time.

     "Well?" I asked him, pointing to the cum on me.

And that wraps up chapter 16 of Dad to the Rescue.  I hope you enjoyed this
story.  I still cannot believe it has been over seven years since I wrote
the last chapter.  Please send all comments to NEPhillyBoy76@aol.com