Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 16:23:06 -0400
From: Fiddlecub
Subject: Dad's Winter Visit, Part 5

Dad's Winter Visit, Part 5

By Fiddlecub


The first thing I noticed the next morning when I awoke was
the pungent smell of cum, piss, and other manjuices. The
next thing I noticed was how bright the room seemed, and I
turned my head to look at the alarm clock.

"Holy shit!" I cried and bolted out of bed. It was almost 10
o'clock, and rehearsal was due to start an hour before!

Dale shot out of bed, naked as a jaybird, confused by the
outburst that woke him. "What, what, what???"

"We're late!" I yelped, and we both started pulling on
yesterday's clothes, too hurried to care about how we
looked. We rushed out the door only to find Dad sitting
there, nonplussed and sipping a cup of coffee.

"What's the hurry, boys?" he said.

"Dad, it's 10, we're an hour late, why didn't you get us up?
We've got to get to the school!"

"Boys. look out the window."

Dale and I went to the kitchen window and looked out. The
world was draped in a white blanket of snow, and we were
blinded by the sunlight reflecting from the glowing drifts.

"We had a hell of a blizzard last night. it dumped a foot of
snow on the ground and left as quickly as it came. School,
and your rehearsal, is canceled."

I was glad we weren't late, but not thrilled that the first
day of rehearsal was canceled. I sat down across from Dad.
"Where's Mom?" I wondered.

Dad laughed. "I let her sleep in too. She doesn't like the
late nights as much as you do."

"So what do we do now?" Dale asked.

"Well," I said, "I suppose we could just hang out here. I'm
sure we can find stuff to do, I've got a ton of records and
tapes." I didn't have a CD player yet.

"Cool," said Dale. "So what's for breakfast?"

Dad made some eggs and bacon, and by the time Mom was up, we
were all sitting down for some healthy chow. I was starved,
and gobbled up the food as quickly as Dad served it. Dale
seemed impressed. "You are a great cook!" he mumbled, in
between bites of toast and scrambled egg.

"That's the advantage of having a cook in the family," Mom
said. "I wish I had that talent. I can barely avoid burning
Kevin's soup!"

We laughed, and I realized how secure I felt. Fucking Dad
had not done wonders for my general feeling of family, and I
had been dealing with the guilt I felt when Mom was around.
Somehow, though, this moment felt right. I looked at
everyone: Dad was beaming, always glad to be the center of
attention. Mom was gabbing about her inconsistent cooking
technique, and Dale looked at ease, teasing my mother about
her questionable talents and complimenting my dad.

"Why aren't you at the restaurant?" I asked Dad.

"I called Scott in last night after you boys had gone to
bed. He drove in to take care of things."

"This is great?" I exclaimed. "What are we gonna do?"

Mom brightened. "Well, we did buy all these games.."

So games it was. We spent the next three hours giggling,
competing, and cheating at Mom's board and word games. I
must admit I have never been a fan of board games, but that
morning and early afternoon were perhaps the highlight of my
young life. I didn't want the day to end. I didn't miss
rehearsing, not with my family and my best friend sharing
the day.

It ended, all too soon. While Mom put everything away, Dale
and I went to the window. Snow was sprinkling from the
clouds, but the day was still bright, and the plows had come
through. We still had many hours to kill.

"Why don't we practice?" I asked Dale.

"Sounds good to me!" he said, so we whipped out our violins
and gave my parents an impromptu performance of the Bach
double. When we finished, they applauded, and we took mock
bows.

"You know, we could always walk to the auditorium, it's only
a mile away," I said.

"Wow, that would be so cool," Dale replied.

Mom didn't look so thrilled. "I don't know, Kev, the roads
are terrible." Mom hated bad weather, and refused to drive
on wet, snowy roads.

Dad came to our rescue. "Well, they could go and practice at
the school, and I'll go get them after a while. We'll stop
at the restaurant and pick up some dinner on the way back.
Besides, we just got new snow tires, it would be shame not
to use them when there was actual snow on the ground!" Dad
winked at me.

I doubt Mom felt that relieved, but she acquiesced, and soon
Dale and I were trudging through the drifts, the light
flurries melting on our faces.

"I can't imagine this is very good for our violins," Dale
said after a while. Warren was near Lake Erie, so we were
always inundated with lake effect snow. Dale was from
Butler; it may not have been much warmer there, but the
moisture in the air in the northwestern corner of
Pennsylvania always made it seem colder.

"They'll be ok," I said. I was no fan of walking in snow,
but Dale's company made the time fly by. "But you'll be glad
we wore gloves, or your fingers would be solid for an hour."
I had some experience trying to play with cold hands.

By the time we got there, the snow had stopped, but the
chill remained. We walked into the empty concert hall and my
glasses immediately fogged up. Dale took off his hat and
gloves, and threw his coat onto a seat. He rubbed his hands
together while I got off my own stuff and wiped off my
glasses.

The auditorium was nice and toasty, and we were soon ready
to play. We got up on the stage with our instruments and
stood at the front of the stage. The orchestra seats were
set up behind us and we moved the podium out of the way. We
squinted, the bright lights still on from last night's
activities.

"It's almost like the real thing, except there is no
orchestra and no audience." Dale said. It sounded silly, but
I knew what he meant. We may have been alone, but there was
still a feeling of excitement that only a performer could
know. We played the Bach, and the sound reverberating
throughout the vacant hall.

Soon we went from Bach to Vivaldi. When we were done, I
realized that I didn't know any other duets, and neither of
us had the foresight to bring any music for two violins. We
improvised for a while, calling out a style and a key and
making it up as we went.

By this time, we were covered in sweat from the bright
spotlights, and our fingers were sliding around the
fingerboards. We put down our fiddles and took a sip from
the backstage water fountain. After we finished, we sat on
the edge of the stage and swung our legs back and forth.

"Kev, I want you to know how much I enjoyed last night,"
Dale said. He looked a little nervous.

"I did too. A lot."

Dale grinned. "I'm glad. I was worried you mighta thought I
didn't, you know, falling asleep like that."

I couldn't tell him I had found other ways to be occupied
after he went to sleep. "It's no big deal," I said.

He reached over and squeezed my hand. "Do you think this is
love?"

"I don't know. I have never been in love before." And with
this new revelation, I felt guilty again. First, Dad cheated
on Mom, now, was I cheating on Dad?

"It's ok, Kev, I don't know either. But it feels nice."

I squeezed his hand back. It was warm and sweaty, and he had
drops of perspiration dripping from his brow. I wiped his
forehead with the back of my hand, and he smiled. He looked
so sweet, I just couldn't feel bad. I wanted to make him
happy.

We kissed gently, a real kiss, a lovers' kiss. I felt
transported to a place only music had taken me before.

Still, we were 16-year-old boys. Our dicks hardened in our
pants, and the tender kiss was replaced by passionate
tonguing. His hands caressed the back of my head, but I went
for the more direct approach and grabbed his bulging crotch.
He jumped, and then groaned as I massaged his hard cock
through his pants. He moved his right hand to my tented
pants, and soon we were squeezing and massaging our hot
pricks, still exploring each other's mouth. Dale was a
dynamite kisser, gentle but assertive.

Soon, we broke our kiss, and I pulled off his shirt and
pushed him backwards. I stroked his fuzzy chest up and down,
and then found his right nipple. I tickled it gently, and it
hardened, just like a dick. Using my palm, I stroked it,
with almost no pressure. He moaned and his dick thickened in
my other hand. I took it lightly between my thumb and
forefinger and squeezed gently. "Fuck!" he said, and his
dick throbbed even more. I didn't think it could get much
harder.

"Lift," I said, and he lifted his ass off the stage. I
didn't need to unbutton or unzip; his khakis and underwear
slid right off and fell into the orchestra pit below. Dale's
cock stood proudly in the air, jumping with every heartbeat,
and leaking pre-cum from the head. Like I had done with Dad,
I touched the sticky head of his dick and pulled my finger
away, a string of pre-cum stretching from his piss slit. The
thread broke, and while Dale watched, I put the tip of my
finger in my mouth and sucked it, fucking it in and out of
my mouth like a penis.

"Holy shit," he whispered. He moved to get up, but I pushed
him back down and started to twist his nipples again. I
wrapped my other hand around his balls and rolled them
around. His cock was like stone; it wasn't even jumping
anymore, it stood out so rigidly.

My mouth was watering now, and I knew I wanted to suck his
cock. I lowered my mouth to just above his cockhead and
breathed. I opened my mouth wide and exhaled onto his boner.
His hips raised and I pulled my mouth away. He got the idea,
and let his ass smack back onto the stage. Still massaging
his nutsack and his nipples, I blew a stream of air at his
slit. Pre-cum was still oozing out, and I couldn't take it,
I needed to taste it.

I wrapped my lips around his cock and slid down to the base.
"Shit, yeah... suck my cock, Kev, c'mon, suck my cock, man,"
Dale growled. I wanted it to last, though, and when his cock
was all the way down my throat, I flicked my tongue up and
down, using my throat muscles to massage his shaft.

"Shiiit, yeah," he went, and this time, when his hips
started bucking up and down, I didn't stop him. I let him
fuck my face, sliding up and down his throbbing shaft in
time with his bucking. I let go of his balls for a moment to
unzip my pants and pull my cock out; it was hard as steel
and needed relief, but for now, I let it be. Pre-cum oozed
from my cockhead and dribbled onto the stage.

Dale grabbed my head and really started fucking my mouth. To
help him along, I slipped my hand down past his balls and
found his teenage butthole. I circled the entrance with my
forefinger, waiting for an invitation.

"Yeah, dude, yeah!" he exclaimed, when my finger brushed
across his asshole. I took this as my cue, and slid a tiny
portion of my sweat-slick finger into his butt. I realized
how lucky we were that the lights in the auditorium were so
bright: both of us were sweating freely. I wiggled my
finger, and he drove his rock-hard cock in and out of my
lips. My right hand was still fingering his nipples, and by
this time, I was able to twist them hard. If Dale was in
pain, I don't think even he noticed.

"C'mon, man, lay down, I'm gonna fuck your face like I
fucked your ass!" Dale muttered, and I pulled my slobbery
mouth of his dick and lay back, wanting his cock to give up
its seed. I wanted to feel his prick fill my mouth, for him
to explode into my throat and feed me his seed.

Dale scooted over me and planted his hands on the stage
floor, his cock jutting towards me, just inches from my
mouth. I reached around, grabbed his asscheeks, and pulled
him into my waiting mouth. "Aaawwww, fuck!" he shouted, and
began fucking my throat at full force immediately. Our loud
breathing was filling the hall, and if anyone were to walk
in, I doubt we would have cared all that much at this point.
Indeed, he was fucking my face just like he had screwed my
ass, and my butthole tingled with the memory. I could take
no more, and my cock was still protruding from my fly; I
grabbed it and flailed away.

"Fuck, yeah, buddy, I'm gonna dump my load, are you ready?
You ready for my jizz, Kev? Oh yeah, fuuuucking hot mouth...
gonna squirt.." Dale was groaning in pleasure, and I was
ready for his seed. I guided his ass up and down faster
while I flogged my hard dick.

"Here it cums, fucker... eat it, eat it, eat my load!" he
screamed, and the first blast of his hot cream exploded into
my throat, jetting into me so forcefully that it went right
down my throat and into my stomach. Still, Dale pumped my
mouth, and I closed my throat, wanting to savor the taste of
his milk. He didn't disappoint, dumping wad after steaming
wad of semen. I swallowed quickly, ready for more, and for
almost a minute, he fed me his jism. Even horny young men
run out eventually, though, and soon I was working my lips
to squeeze out the last drops of his load. Dale collapsed,
his softening pecker thrusting into my mouth and his lower
body resting on my head.

I spit out his cock. "Hey dude, give me some air!" I joked,
and he rolled off me, panting and sweating like an animal.

We both lay back. I shut my eyes and listened to our
breathing. I felt the cool air on my protruding dick, but
let it be for the time being, knowing I would get relief soon enough.
Dale said, "Kevin, I gotta get a drink, but don't do
anything, I'll be right back!"

"I'll be here," I replied, and kept my eyes closed. I heard
him get up and walk into the wings.

A few seconds later, I felt warmth envelop my throbbing
cock. "Ohhh, Dale, yeah." I moaned, the lips squeezing my
dick and the tongue sliding up and down my thick shaft.
"Suck my cock, bud, suck me off."

I opened my eyes so I could see my dick between Dale's lips,
but I was met instead with a different sight: my cocksucker
was not Dale... it was Dad.

"Shit!" I cried, surprised and shocked. I did not want Dale
to return and find my cock buried in my dad's face, but Dad
kept sucking, and my cock wouldn't let me protest too much.
I didn't have to worry for long about Dale's reaction, as he
walked in about thirty seconds later. His jaw dropped, as he
stood there naked, watching my fully clothed father suck my
dick as it jutted out from my pants.

Dad raised his eyes up to look at Dale, but never stopped
sucking. All I could do was grab Dad's head and pump it up
and down, loving the feeling of my own father's throat while
still worried about my friend's reaction. I didn't need to
worry, apparently, as Dale moved over to us and squatted
over me so that he was facing Dad, his ass over my face. His
cock was hard again, but redder, and there were still drops
of semen and spit clinging to it. He lowered his ass until
his butthole was against my lips. I knew what to do: I stuck
my tongue into his asshole, and he sunk down all the way
onto my face, burying my tongue inside him.

Dad was still sucking my cock like a pro, and Dale rubbed
his head while I rimmed him. Before I could spew, Dad pulled
off my cock, and Dale got off my face and kneeled next to
me.

"I take it... you've done this before?" Dale asked.

Dad grinned. "What gave you that idea?" Spit ran down the
sides of his mouth.

I laughed, finding the whole situation tense but still
humorous. They both looked at me. My guilt returned, and my
dick deflated.

"Guys, I feel... bad." I said.

"Why would you feel bad?" asked Dad.

"I love you, Dad. I feel like I'm cheating on you."

My father stretched over and kissed me on the lips. "Kevin,"
he said, "I love you. More than anything. I love holding
you, kissing you, I love sucking your cock and fucking you.
But I'll always be your father, not your lover. I will
always be there for you, for help, for support, for
guidance, and for fucking too. But you will someday find a
true love for yourself. And it can never be me."

"See? I told you this could be love!" said Dale, and Dad
tousled my hair.

"I don't know if it is or isn't," said Dad. "But you will
know, when it happens. You will know."

We all sat there for a moment. Then Dale piped up.

"Mr. V, I have a question for you."

"Sure Dale, go ahead," Dad replied.

"Do you fuck as well as you cook?"

Dad and I both burst our laughing. "Well, kid," said Dad, "I
guess there is only one way to find out!"

My father stood up and pulled off his shirt. The hot lights
had caused him to sweat, too, and his shirt was soaked in
the front and the armpits. He then pulled down his pants,
and he wasn't wearing any underwear. His nine-inch cock was
sticking it in all its glory, the veins popping out along
the shaft and glistening from perspiration and pre-cum. He
smelled of a mixture of armpit odor and Old Spice.

"Holy shit," Dale whispered. He was in awe of Dad's
enormously thick cock. "I have got to have some of that."

Dad snickered, "Oh, you will, kid, but first, let's get Kev
out of these clothes."

Dad came to me and pulled off my shirt. I hadn't realized
how hot I was, but my shirt was sticking to my back and
chest, I had sweat so much. I unbuckled by belt and pulled
off my own pants and briefs, and then we were all naked
together, three hot, throbbing cocks, three sweaty men.

"I need to cum, I am so fucking hot after taking Dale's
load," I announced.

"Well," Dale replied, "My ass is nice and wet from your
rimjob. I got an idea what you can do."

Dale pivoted on his knees and presented his ass to me. I
looked at Dad, and he nodded. I buried my face between
Dale's cheeks, slurping at his asshole and massaging his
furry cheeks. His cock swung between his legs, whipping pre-
cum around, drops landing on the stage and glistening under
the lights before they evaporated away.

While I ate out Dale's ass to prepare it for a royal fuck,
Dad put his face to my own butt. With one hand, he reached
around and grasped my pulsing pecker, and with the other, he
cupped my balls and pulled them. His tongue disappeared into
my ass and I was overcome with ecstasy.

"Fucking A, man! Shit, yeah!" Dale yelled, as my tongue
fucked his ass in time with Dad's licks. I needed to fuck,
though; my dick was on fire, and I had to relieve it. I
raised my head from Dale's ass and positioned my dick where
my lips had been. Dad stopped rimming me, too, and I felt
his dickhead tickling the entrance to my rectum.

"You want my dick, buddy?" I asked Dale.

"Give it to me, man, fuck me, I want your cock to unload its
cream in me, dude. Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuccckk me!!!!"

He wanted it, and I gave it to him. I decided I would
deflower him like Dad deflowered me, and I slowly but
steadily slid my cock into him, an inch at a time, until my
balls touched his. I stayed still, letting him get used to
my cock, and I could feel his asswalls squeezing and
pulsing. He was fucking tight, and I was surprised that such
a constricted rectum could accept my enormously thick dick.

Dad wanted to fuck too, and without warning, he shoved his
cock into my asshole in one quick motion.

"Aaaarrghh! Shit, yeah," I moaned, surprised but happy, and
I realized that not only was I with my two favorite men at
once, but my cock was buried in my best friend's ass while
my own father fucked me. I knew I wouldn't be able to last.

Dad started to rock back and forth, and at first, I wasn't
sure how to fit in his pace with mine, and I struggled in
vain to get a rhythm.

"Kev, just go with me," grunted my dad. "Just fuck into him
as I withdraw, and when you pull out, I will be thrusting
into you."

I took Dad's advice, and indeed, our fucking pace fell into
an even tempo. I gripped Dale's hips and let Dad do the
fucking, pushing into Dale when Dad thrust back, and bucking
my ass against Dad when he fucked into me. Dale groaned and
grabbed his cock, resting his body on one arm. He learned
quickly, grabbing my cock with his asshole again and again.

Soon, Dad began pummeling my ass, and I couldn't keep up the
same pace. Instead, I let Dad do the work, his cock jamming
mine into Dale on every inward thrust. Dad's sweat was
dripping into my asscrack and onto his shaft, and his cock
made a squishing sound as it skated in and out of me. Dale
was beating his meat furiously, and I knew he wouldn't last
with my wide dick stretching his hole wide open.

Suddenly, my whole body started shaking, and I knew I was
there. "Ohhh, shiit, fuck yeah, I'm gonna shoot my load!" I
screamed.

"C'mon, Kev, give it up! Give me your load, squirt your wad
up my asshole!" grunted Dale, speeding up his stroking.

"Heerrre it cuuums!" I shouted. My balls exploded, forcing a
huge load of mancream up the shaft of my cock, out my
dickhead, and into Dale's warm, tight asshole. I had no
choice but to continue pumping as I unloaded, as Dad was
giving it to me hard, and every thrust of his cock into my
asshole fucked my dick into Dale.

"Yeah! I can feel your cream filling me up!" cried Dale, and
he started to shoot his own load. Spurts of cum shot from
his dick, creating a puddle on the floor. His hole squeezed
me so tight, I thought he might force my dick out, so I
pressed into him harder, my prick still emptying squirt
after fucking squirt of jizz.

Dad was there too. "Fuuuck, yeaaah, son, I'm gonna dump my
load, boy. Take it, baby, take it!"

Dad thrust into me and held there, spraying his hot juice
into my stretched hole. His cock throbbed with every spurt
of cum. I had finished unloading, so I enjoyed the feeling
of his cock spurting his dad-cream into me. I doubt I really
felt his semen, but I so clearly envisioned how his cream
would look gushing into me that I was almost convinced I
felt his cum splashing onto my asshole walls.

Finally, we were spent, and Dad and I pulled our cocks out
of the holes they were in. We all fell to the stage floor,
exhausted and wet. After shooting two loads, Dale looked as
though he had run a marathon.

"I need another drink," breathed Dale, and he went backstage
again to the water fountain. Dad and I kissed, exploring
each other. Our dicks hadn't really shrunk, and we fondled
each other lazily. Dale came back and sat down, and soon all
three of us were kissing hungrily. Dale was soft, but he
played with both our hard dicks.

Eventually, Dad and I both became excited again, and we
moved into a 69, gently sucking each other's dick while Dale
watched. It was nice, sucking less urgently, and it almost
felt better after cumming before. We moaned around each
other's dicks.

"Guys, I'm sorry to have to say this, but I gotta take a
major piss. Kev, do you know where the restrooms are?"

Dad pulled of my cock. "Kev," he said, "Do you think Dale
needs a bathroom?"

I stopped my sucking. "Dale, if you need to unload your
piss, I can't think of a better place than here and now.
Piss on us, bud, do it."

Dale blushed. "I've never thought of that before," he said.

"Well, we thought of it for you," said Dad, and he resumed
sucking my cock. His expert lips were coaxing my load from
my balls, and I knew it wouldn't be long. I swallowed my
father's dick and gobbled it, rolling his balls in my hand.

Dale stood over us, wagging his cock. I knew the
trepidation, and how hard it was to piss on someone the
first time. Dad and I concentrated on our pricks, while Dale
drummed up the courage to piss.

I felt a few hot droplets land on my side, and I moaned
around my father's cock. Dad started sucking faster, and
another splash landed on my neck. Dad pressed a finger into
my cummy asshole, and I groaned again. Then came the deluge.
Dale's piss rained onto us, dousing our bodies and heads in
urine, splashing onto my ass and wetting my hair.

Dad's demanding cock fucked into my face and shot, filling
my mouth with hot sperm. I swallowed, marveling at how
Dale's piss was the same temperature as Dad's jizz. His cum
still shot as Dale covered us in piss.

Dad fucked his finger in and out of my sticky asshole, and I
shot, just as Dale's flood started to turn into a trickle.
Dad gulped my wad lustily, as I fed off the remnants of his
thick load.

We pulled apart and rested for a moment. Dale seemed in a
daze. "Man, that was something else!" he said.

I let out a giggle. "You're telling me!"

Dad gave us both a peck on the lips. "Come on, boys, get
your stuff together, we have dinner to pick up."

I stood up while Dale jumped into the pit to get his
clothes. I surveyed the sopping floor and said to Dad, "What
about all this mess?"

"Well, we'll let the janitor worry about it, I guess," he
said. "But we will all need a bath when we get home."

We all pulled on our clothes, and Dale and I put our violins
in their cases. Dad and Dale jumped down from the stage and
were walking up the aisle. "C'mon!" Dad shouted. "We'll be
late."

"I'll be there in a sec," I said, and Dad shrugged. He and
Dale went into the auditorium foyer to wait for me.

I stood there on the bright stage and looked into the
auditorium. I imagined the audience, on its feet, applauding
at how fortunate I was. Behind me, an orchestra tapped their
music stands, offering their respect and admiration.

Then, they were gone. I jogged down the steps and ran after
Dale and Dad.


Epilogue


That Sunday afternoon, I waited in the wings. The orchestra
was already seated, and I was trembling with nervousness in
my black suit.

The orchestra stopped their warm-up, and I inhaled slowly.
"One, two, three." I whispered, and emerged from the wings
and walked across the stage.

The applause was deafening. The hometown musical hero was
walking out to tune the orchestra, and I was both thrilled
and petrified. After what seemed like an hour, I got to the
podium and stood next to it. I turned to the orchestra, and
the oboe played it's "A".

First the brass, then the winds, then the strings. We tuned
to that single note until we were done. I walked to my seat
and before I sat, I looked into the audience. Mom and Dad
were several rows back on the aisle, wanting to hear every
note I played, and they smiled. I smiled back, and sat.
Before the guest conductor walked out, I turned and looked
at Dale, and he smiled too. I breathed a sigh of relief.
With my Dad in the audience and my lover sitting next to me
onstage, I didn't feel so nervous anymore.

The End