Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2010 09:19:04 -0400
From: Dan DeLion <dlion@live.ca>
Subject: Dads, Sons, Cops and Cocks - Part I

The following is a work of gay erotic fiction involving graphically
described sex among teenage males, sex with older males, and incest. If
these topics offend you, or if it is illegal for you to read or possess
such materials where you are, read no further. This story is pure
fantasy. The author does not condone either sex with minors, sex with
immediate family, or unprotected sex. Do not reproduce this without
permission.


Dads, Sons, Cops and Cocks
By Dan deLion
Chapter One:  Late Night Swim


My name's Steve. I'm an 18 year old guy living in Pelham, Ontario with my
Dad, Mom and my kid sister Claire. I have an older brother named Mark too
but he's at U of T and took a house in Toronto with a few buddies for his
second year there. I'm a jock and like my Dad and Mark -- I'm pretty well
built. Dad's a cop with the Ontario Provincial Police, and was a cop with
the St.Catharines Police before that. He's always kept his muscular body in
terrific shape and made sure his kids did as well. He trained us to use a
weight set, and later more exercise equipment in the basement gym we have
since we were tiny. Mark and I would take turns running with him in the
early summer mornings as well -- cherishing the time we spent with him
traveling down the country roads around our place. When I was a kid it was
all orchards but now it's all vineyards. Any way, we all have well
developed bodies and I guess were all considered pretty attractive, though
it never occurred to me growing up. Every kid thinks his big brother s the
best and his dad is the strongest and most handsome don't they? It wasn't
until I was a teenager I really began to appreciate how well put together
their bodies were - and also how downright hot my bro was and how hunky and
sexy my dad was. It was a stunning revelation and remembering how I
discovered it still makes me hard.

It was around age 13 I began to be aware of it. I already started to
develop a fascination for guy's cocks -- especially hairy guys - that
seemed to go above and beyond the general curiosity other guys were
showing. I began to have abstract thoughts about what it would be like to
hold a guys dick in my hand. How it would be different from holding my
own. What it would be like to feel it get hard and throb. How he might
react if I stroked it like I stroked my own cock in private. I also wanted
badly to start getting pubic and chest hair in like my dad had in abundance
and like my brother was sprouting. I wanted to see what it felt like to
have that hair there and I fantasized about pressing my body against a
really hairy guy and pretend it was my own body hair to see what it felt
like. I got the chance to do all of that when I was 14. Not with my dad or
bro -- not yet anyway. I felt awkward talking to Dad about sex stuff and
Mark was away at his first year of U of T. They completed my education
later, but it was my best friend and his dad that introduced me to guy on
guy fun.

It started when I was at their place and staying overnight. They had a pool
in their large backyard and a small change room/outhouse at the back of the
lot. My bud and I went for a late night swim about 1 in the morning when we
were supposed to be asleep. We left the pool lights off and tried to be as
quiet as we could, slipping into the water as silently as possible. Our
suits were still wet from that afternoon so we just wore our briefs. It
wasn't long before they were heavy with water and stretched out of shape so
they wouldn't stay up. We took them off and flung them onto the pool deck,
choosing to skinny dip instead. We play wrestled a little bit when I felt
his cock inadvertently dangling in the water against my leg a few
times. The image of that and the gentle tickle was a new but very potent
feeling and I found myself instantly getting hard, even trying to brush up
against his cock again. He laughed and told me to quit it or he'd get
hard. I told him I was already hard. He thought I was joking so I dared him
to reach down and see for himself. He splashed me and told me I was just
trying to get him to touch my cock. I told him I bet he was hard too and
dared him to reach out and check each others on the count of three. He said
he'd do it, insisting I'd chicken out. We both giggled nervously and
counted down in the dark. I shot my hand out and... missed.

I had grabbed his hand as he reached for me by accident. We both laughed
and looked at each other -- little more than shadows in the darkness. I
took a risk and pulled down his hand, putting it on my hard cock and
holding it there. He swore under his breath and then gently grasped it and
I moaned quietly. I reached over with my other hand and found his tool in
the water. We were both so young, neither of us had any sort of length to
our dicks yet but they still got good and hard. I found he was only semi
hard, but to my surprise he was actually stroking it with his other hand. I
brushed his jerking hand away and held his cock, feeling it lengthen and
stiffen in my hand. It was warm and felt so good there.

We took turns squeezing each others cocks gently and slowly -- neither of
us saying a word but both of is very aroused. I pulled him towards me by
his cock and raised my knee to rest under his ass and balls. He raised his
leg the same way and it felt so good to have him there. We slid closer and
out cock heads brushed against each others bellies. Still silent, we slowly
began to hump each others thighs, grinding our hips together. The sensation
was overwhelming and I thought I might pass out.

Suddenly a porch light came on, and we ducked under the water so we
wouldn't be seen, pulling apart as we did. After a moment we saw the light
flick back off and we resurfaced, thinking we were in the clear. The moon
had come out form behind some clouds and was quite bright now. In the
moonlight was his Dad was standing at the edge of the pool in pajama shorts
and white T-shirt, his arms crossed. He told us in a stern whisper that we
were supposed to be in bed and we weren't supposed to be in the pool
alone. I was deeply embarrassed that we were caught -- but mortified that
he may have seen us so close and that we both had hard-ons. If he made us
get out there was no way we could hide them. He looked down and saw our wet
briefs.

He asked what they were and we told him out suits were wet so we wore those
but they were too hard to swim in. He asked if that mean we were now skinny
dipping. We said yes -- very embarrassed. He looked at us for a minute
and then suddenly laughed. He walked around the pool and hung our dripping
briefs on the iron fence that surrounded the pool. He told us that since we
weren't supposed to swim alone so he'd have to stay and take care of us. We
were amazed -- but that was tripled by what he did next. Grinning, he
peeled off the t-shirt, and then turning his back to us, dropped his pajama
shorts to the ground, stepping out of them and hanging them on the fence in
one swift motion. He said that the pool rules were if two people were
skinny dipping everyone else had to as well. Then he turned and slick as a
sports car, dived into the pool.

For a brief, mind-blowing moment, I saw his body in the moonlight. The
white skin where he had not tanned seemed to glow light blue and set off a
perfect contrast to the darker skin as well as his body hair. Like my Dad,
he was pretty buff -- as a builder he worked his body hard each day. Also
like m dad -- he had a thick rich curly pelt spread across his chest that
dove down across his stomach. To my awe, I could also see a large bush of
pubic hair, and a very thick looking cock swing to one side as he
turned. Any deflating my boner had done disappeared as I got even
harder. He suddenly shot out of the water, grabbing his son and dragging
him under. A moment later my bud resurfaced with a splash and the dad
exploded out of the water right in front of me, dive bombing me and
dragging me under like Jaws. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms and legs
around him and let him carry me under water and into the deep end. It felt
wonderful to le myself go and be carried along by his powerful body, and he
held me tight to him as we shot under the surface.

With a sudden horror I realized simultaneously that my hard cock was
pressed against his belly and there was no way he wouldn't know about it. I
also realized that it was against his treasure trail of fur and felt
fucking fantastic. I unwrapped my arms and legs from him and tried to pull
away but instead of letting me go, he dove down with me to the bottom
spinning me in his arms and pulling me back against him -- slipping his
arms under min and holding me in a vice like grip. His massive hairy chest
was pressed against my back and his hips were snug against my bare ass
cheeks. I couldn't feel his soft cock, but knew it was probably also
against me as well. I panicked a little and gulped in some water, choking
on it.

He immediately brought me to the surface where I sputtered and hacked. He
kept me close against him, laying back a little so that I was almost lying
on him. He spoke gently in my ear, apologizing and telling me to just spit
out the water. He told e to stay calm sand that I was safe and that he'd
take care of me, his lips almost against my ears and his stubbly chin in my
neck. Needless to say my hard on there to stay with those sensations!

I heard his son call from across the pool and ask if I was okay. His dad
calmly answered that I was fine but asked his son to slip out and get some
towels for him just in case. I heard my bud splash out of the pool and run
into the house. His dad kept whispering in m ear that I was fine and
breathing well. Then he kissed me lightly on the neck and temple a couple
of times. I completely relaxed and let myself drift into an utter bliss
there in his arms. The intimacy was such a powerful turn on I couldn't
fight it. I felt him circle around and half hold me in his arms, my head on
his shoulder as he swam me back to the shallow end. When we got there, he
pulled me upright and I was okay to stand. He smiled and said he thought I
would live. I tried to laugh but there was still some water so it came out
as another sputter.

He sat on the lowest step into the pool and motioned for me to join him. I
went to sit beside him but he shook his head and smiling told me to come
closer and sit on his knee. I turned around to sit on his thigh Santa
style. He whispered that I should face him so he could steady me. I wasn't
sure what he meant so I let him guide me until I was standing right in
front of him. I was again afraid my hard cock was going to touch him and I
tried to keep a distance, but I suddenly found his leg come up between mine
and his arms pull me in close to him. I was straddling his leg -- my
balls and bare ass directly on his hairy muscular thigh. It was much larger
than his sons, and I felt like I was astride a huge soft log. He told me to
relax again and then went quite still. He looked me in the eye and with a
wide grin told me not to be embarrassed or ashamed. Arching my back to keep
my cockhead away from his belly, I told him he had just taken me by
surprise and I didn't get enough air before I went under. He shook his head
and said that wasn't what he meant. I didn't get it. He looked down between
us and pointed with a nod of his chin. Suddenly it dawned on me he was
talking about my hard on.

He must have seen the growing horror on my face because he laughed again
and told me not to worry about it. He said another rule of the pool is that
guys are allowed to get erections when they skinny dipped and this was no
exception. I mustn't have looked convinced because he took one arm from
around my middle and reached down between us. For a moment I thought he was
going to touch my cock, but instead his hand slid sideways. I felt it brush
against my shin and then grab my calf, pulling my leg in towards his
crotch. With his eyes locked on mind and that dazzling moonlit smile inches
form my face, I slid down his leg a bit and felt my hard cock poke him
squarely in his ripped belly, while at the same time I felt something warm
and hard but velvety at the same time slap against my shin. It was his own
cock -- and he was hard as well.

He burst out laughing and not knowing what else to do, I joined him. I
tried to stifle it a bit glancing up o the bedroom windows. He followed my
gaze and told me to worry about it -- his wife was fast asleep and he had
closed the windows when we woke him up. Then with a smirk, he asked who had
won the dare. I realized he had heard that too and had come down as a
result. Thankfully, it was at that moment that his son reappeared with the
towels.

To Be Continued...