Date: Tue, 4 May 2004 11:27:18 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Dad's drinking buddies -pt2

I went downstairs after taking my morning shower for school. I poured
myself a bowl of fruit loops, and was nearly finished eating when pops
came into the kitchen with me. He was wearing the boxers he wore
yesterday, the same pair mr Ray had tossed on the floor last night when
he stripped pops for bed.

He ignored my attempt to wish him a good morning, and poured himself a
cup of pre-made coffee. I tried not to stare at him too much. I didn't
want to act any different from usual. I didn't want to arouse his
suspicions to anything, but I couldn't help but recall seeing him get ass
fucked by one of his drinking buddies. I could feel my dick starting to
harden in my jeans.

Pops glanced over at me afew times, but didn't say anything. I couldn't
help but wonder IF he knew what I did to him last night, -fucking him
bareback in his sleep while he was passed out drunk.
He scratched his slight gut, then reached into the refrigerator for the
milk for his coffee. I looked as his ass through his clinging boxers, and
sprung an instant erection as I remembered how I dumped my cum load into
my father's ass.

"Did you get the lunch money I left you on the hamper?" he asked
suddenly.

"Yeah pop. Thanx." I responded, turning my bowl up to my mouth and
drinking down the last of my fruit loop flavored milk.
Pops watched me for a second, looking as if he wanted to say something,
but couldn't. After a minute or so, I heard a car horn out on the drive.

"That's my ride." I said, jumping up and grabbing my school books from
the counter. "See you later, pops." I said, not waiting for a response.
I ducked out the back door and ran to my friend Kevin's car. Eric was
already sitting in the front seat, so I had to climb in back with my boi
Michael.
As we back out of the drive, I could see pops looking at us out of the
kitchen window. He always looked so pitiful the morning after a binge.

"That your pops?" asked Eric, seeing him in the window also.

"Yeah." I answered, trying to put last night out of my mind for the
moment.

"You mean he's not passed out with his head inna toilet?" joked Mike.

I reached over and punched him playful in the arm.
"Fuck you, Mike." I laughed, as we pulled off for school.

That whole day, I was consumed with memories of watching my pops get butt
fucked. I had to excuse myself from class afew times, to go to the boys
room and jack off because I kept spring hardons that wouldn't go away.
I walked home -as usual that day. Pops was out, ofcourse. He wouldn't get
off work until 5pm, but usually didn't make it home until 11 or so, when
one of his drinking buddies would bring him home and carry him to bed.
After last night, I was expecting it to be mr Ray again, but was
surprised when it wasn't Ray, but another of his friends named Mack.

I heard the front door open, and instantly turned off my lights and
stereo. Mr Mack called my name, but I ignored him, pretending to be
asleep. Mr Mack carried pops up the steps and down the hall to his
bedroom. I could hear their foot steps as they made their way past my
door. I heard pops bed room door close, but I didn't hear mr Mack walk
back down the hall.
I listened and listened, but couldn't hear anything. Quietly I crept out
of bed, and eased my door open. The lights were on in pops room, so I
tip-toed my way down the carpeted hall to investigate. I placed my ear up
to the door, and could just barely hear noises being made. I peeked
through the key hole, but all I could see was pops legs laying on the
bed. He appeared to be naked again. Then I saw mr Mack walk past the key
hole. He too was naked, his dark erection standing a good 8 inches out
infront of him.
Pops was about to get fucked again, I thought.

I saw mr Mack climb atop my father. He went out of view, but I could see
his dark skin legs laying inbetween my pops white hairy legs. I reached
down and began nursing the hardon standing up in my crotch. I knew pops
was getting butt fucking. I wanted to see it, but didn't want to risk
getting caught.

I heard the bed springs start to squeak, then grunts and groans. Mr Mack
was laying it good into pops ass. His legs were moving about between my
pops legs, I knew he was working that fat 8 inch black dick around in his
backside.
Despite my better judgment, I reached up and twisted the door knob. I
opened it a good inch, just enough to watch mr Mack's bubble butt hump up
and down as he scoured pops ass full off dick. It was like watching an
episode of OZ. Mr Mack was butt fucking my father, sending his enormous
dick up into my pops bowels with every thrust. If pops was in pain, I
couldn't tell.

Mr Mack wrapped his arms around pops torso, then rolled the two of them
over onto their sides. He pulled pops right leg up over his own, and
continued fucking him in scissors position. I suddenly had a clear view
of Mack's big black dick sliding in and out of pops tight ass chute. It
looked so huge ramming in and out of him, I wondered how could pops take
such a fucking without waking up.

Tilting pops head back, mr Mack began biting his right ear. His hands
roamed up and down pops torso, pinching his red nipples, and squeezing
his inner thighs as he drove himself in and out of pops ass long and
deep. Pop let out a drunken groan, as he pushed his ass back on Mack's
plunging dick. I then noticed for the first time that pops dick started
to harden. Mack was still sucking on his ear, driving his bloated manhood
up into pops ass opening over and over. He was tearing pops a new
asshole, jamming his meaty wood into him harder and harder. My own hand
was fast moving in my pajamas as I watched pops get fucked for the second
time in two days.

I could feel the semen squirting all over my hand on the inside of my
PJ's, just as I saw Mack shove himself ball deep up inside pops man hole,
and let out a choked scream as he filled pops asshole full of his black
man's juice.

"Arrhh..." mr Mack cried as his cock and balls contracted, sending scores
of tiny sperms up into dad ass-pussy. Pops groaned as well, in his sleep.
His dick was still bloated and hard as Mack churned himself around inside
of him, -emptying the last of his load in him.

I quietly removed my hand from my PJ's, and snuck back down the hall to
my room where I cleaned myself up. Afew minutes later, I heard mr Mack
walk past my room and down the stairs. Once I heard the front door close,
I snuck back down the hall to pops bed room. The instant I walked in, I
could smell the scent of liquor in the air. The lights were off, so I
turned them on to find pops laying still laying on his side, his red dick
still hard as it leaked pre-cum.
I quickly removed my clothes, then side up behind him where mr Mack had
been. I aimed my hard again cock up to his ass crack, and slowly sank it
into the cum wet hole. Pops asshole opened easily and surrounded my dick.
The hot cum dumped in him from Mack, lubricated his dark tunnel
perfectly. Pretty soon, I was in him ball deep, picking up and fucking
him where Mack had left off.

Pops hot cock trap was like heaven to my dick. I set to fucking him just
as I did the night before, bareback with another mans load already lining
his cunt hole. Pop was passed out, but his cock remained rock hard. I
wrapped my hand around his bloated tool, feeling its heat as I planted it
in the palm of my hand.
His cock reminded me of my own. It was the same size and shape. It felt
oddly familiar to my hand, like jacking myself off.

I pumped in and out of pops with short stead strokes, not too eager to
dump my load so soon after cumming already. I was up in my father's ass
for the sheer fun of it. I intended to enjoy every single second of his
anal walls as they caressed and sucked at my fat dick, trying to coax the
cum from my balls.

Pop wasn't snoring like he had been the night before, but he was in a
deep sleep, as his heavy breathing could attest. I pumped into his wet
sucking backside, my hips forcing my dick between the slickened cheeks as
Mack's cum oozed freely around my embedded shaft.
I stroked his dick as I fucked his butt. I snuggled into his exposed
neck, and began sucking his ear just as Mack had done. Pops began to moan
in his sleep. Apparently he enjoyed having his ears sucked. He groaned
hoarsely, then shoved his ass back at me. I dug my tongue deep into his
ear, while I continued fisting his erection. Pops opened his legs,
throwing the right one up over mines as I drove myself in and out of him
deeper. His hole made loud sucking noises everytime I pumped in and out.

"uhhhh..." pops groaned, his cock pulsing in my hand.
I was frightful that pops might wake up, but too far gone in this fuck to
stop if he did. I fucked him harder as I dug my dick into him deeper,
feeling my balls tighten as they readied to empty my precious load into
his hairy ass.

"uhhhhhhhh...!!!" pops groaned, his dick suddenly firing round after
round of hot gooey cum all over my hand, his stomach, and the bed sheets.

Just as I felt his asshole tighten around my plunging dick, I began to
shoot my load as well, cumming deep in pops hole with wave after wave of
hot sperm that filled his anus full of his son's rich batter.
I kept my dick buried up in pops hole for a full 10 minutes, until it
finally softened and slipped out on its own. I pushed pops over onto his
stomach, then parted his ass cheeks to get a good look at his hole. I
stretched the hairy buttocks wide apart, pops asshole stretched wide
also. I could easily see the anal lips open, glistening with a mixture of
mines and Mack's cum. I placed my fore finger up to the opening, then
slowly inserted it in. Pops insides were so warm and wet. It made my dick
twitch again with life. I withdrew my finger, and held it up to my nose.
It smelled of sex and cum. The thick coating clung to my finger like
molasses. I gave into an urge to taste it, and stuck the entire finger
into my mouth. I sucked the sweet coating off until my finger was
completely clean before covering dad's naked behind, and retreating back
into my room.