Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2011 16:06:57 -0500 From: raswain Subject: DILTF--Chapter 6 Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit sexual fantasy situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex or taboo. These acts are in the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always play safe. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior, and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material. If you like what you read here you may send feedback to mnhowler@aol.com or docswain@aol.com You may also check out my slash fiction at: http://docswainslounge.warped.com or in the prolific authors section of Nifty. DILTF – Chapter 6 – Craig's Story By R. A. Swain Craig Asher pulled into his driveway. The day had been in the high nineties, and the evening didn't promise to be any better. He got out of his car and stretched. His blue dress shirt had been unbuttoned since he left his office, his hairy chest cooled by a slight warm breeze. If he dared he would've stripped off his pants and driven home in just his boxers. He saw his son, Don, sitting with their neighbor on his porch. They waved to him. He walked across the lawn to greet them. "Hi son, hello Tom," he greeted his son and his neighbor. Tom Woodward nodded. "Hello Craig. How's the work world?" "Miserable. Wish I were retired like you, sitting around, relaxing," Craig said. "Yeah, I've got it easy," Tom said. "Lucky I had some help today from your son." "Oh yeah? Don, that was nice of you," Craig said. "It sure is hot out." He stripped off his shirt, matching his son and neighbor bare-chested in the evening heat. "I think I'll take a dip in the pool. You guys wanna join me?" Don nodded. "Sure dad." "Just let me get a suit," Tom said. Craig flashed a smiled. "We don't need no stinkin' suits," he said, mocking an old movie line. "Seriously?" Don asked. "It's just us guys tonight," Craig said. "Your mom called me earlier. She's going to be in the city overnight with your aunt." "I'm up for it," Tom said. "Me too," Don added. The three men crossed the lawn back to the Asher's yard and around the back to the pool. Craig tossed his shirt on a lounge chair, toed off his loafers and shed his slacks. He stood in his boxers in front of his son and his neighbor and sat down to remove his socks. "Am I the only one stripping here?" he asked. Tom and Don stood looking at the 43 year-old man admiring his body; his chest covered in dark curly fur, with a trail running down his stomach and disappearing into his boxers, and his muscular furry legs. Tom and Don were distracted by his clearing throat. "Huh? Oh yeah," Tom said. He opened his cargo shorts as he toed off his sneakers and let the shorts drop to his ankles, revealing his lack of underwear. "We're wearing less than you," Don said. He slipped his cargo shorts down revealing to his father that he too was freeballing. "We're ready." Craig stood up again and tugged his boxers down revealing his hairy crotch and semi-fluffed cock to his son and his neighbor. He smiled, bounced on his heels a bit and then ran toward the pool. He leapt into a cannonball into the deep end. "Come on guys!" Don and Tom joined him in the pool, splashing and swimming about for a few minutes. The three men laughed and splashed each other. Don dunked his father, or attempted to dunk him, wrestling with him a bit, feeling his cock rub against Craig's hairy ass a few times before Craig could shake him off. He felt his dad's cock press against his ass as Craig wrestled him and dunked him. Finally Craig got out of the pool. "Who wants a beer?" he asked. "I do," Don said. "I'll take one," Tom replied. Craig disappeared in the house and returned with several beers. "No sense in running back and forth." He doled out the beers and straddled a lounge chair, sinking back with his legs hanging over either side. "So what did you help Mr. Woodward with?" Craig asked Don. Don choked a bit on his beer. "Um, just some stuff." "Like you helped me last week," Tom said to Craig. Don looked from his dad to his neighbor. "You helped Mr. Woodward last week?" Craig looked at his son. "Oh yeah. Tom needed some help with some wood." Don narrowed his eyes. "Huh?" "Yes," Tom said. "I needed help with my wood, and your dad was more than willing to help me handle it." Don glanced back and forth between his dad and their neighbor. "Again. Huh?" Craig laughed. "I helped Tom the same way you helped him this afternoon. He called me and told me how you helped him. He and I talked about it several times, and he just took the opportunity when it arose, so to speak." Don sat with his mouth open in shock. "You—you planned that?" he finally asked. "Yes," Tom said. "Well, not exactly. You see, your dad caught me jerking off one night in my back yard, and he joined me. After that we started talking about it, and how he had caught you jerking off a few times when you were a teen. We joked about getting you to jerk off in front of me, and I just took the idea from there. When I saw the opportunity I took it." Don just shook his head. "You and my dad mess around the way we did?" Tom nodded, and Don looked at Craig. "Dad? Really?" Craig nodded. "Yes, we play around. Are you shocked?" "A little bit, yes." Don shook his head. "Damn. If I had known you were open to this back last summer I would've been messing around with you after I caught you jerking off." "When did you catch me jerking off?" Craig asked. "In my first summer home from college, it was late around 3 AM. I went down to the den and before I walked in I heard the TV. I snuck in slowly and saw you sitting on the couch with you boxers down, watching some softcore thing and jerking off. I backed out quietly, after watching you shoot an impressive load," Don explained. Craig sat in awe. "Wow. I never knew." "Well now you do, and I know about you and Tom. Now what are we gonna do about it?" Don asked. Craig leaned back, his cock fluffing up a bit. He ran a hand over his chest and down his stomach to his growing cock. He took it in his hand and began stroking it in front of his son and neighbor. "How's this for a start?" Don sat up in his chair and grabbed his cock and began stroking himself. "This is good," he said. "Yeah, it is," Tom said. He sat up stroking his own cock. Don and Craig sat watching each other jerk off. Finally Don stood up and walked over to his father's lounge chair. He nodded for Craig to stand up. When he did, Don reached out and took hold of his dad's cock and began stroking him. Craig reached for Don's cock and reciprocated. He paused when his hand touched his son's cock. He ran his fingers over it and caressed it, marveling at how it felt, realizing he was jerking his son off. Don seemed to do the same to his father, feeling how hard and hot his dad's cock felt in his hand. He ran his fingers through his dad's pubic hair and around his balls, tugging on them as he leaned in and pressed his mouth against Craig's. Craig pulled Don closer until their bodies were pressed together and he felt their cocks pressed together, and their balls slap against each other. Tom sat back and stroked while watching the father and son rub their cocks together. He stood up and stepped over to them. Don broke their kiss and looked down at Tom's wide hard cock. He gestured down, and Craig smiled. He and Don sank to their knees in front of Tom and began working the older man's cock with their mouths. Tom thrust his cock between their lips. "Yeah, suck my cock!" Don and Craig did just as Tom asked, taking turns sucking off their neighbor. Finally Don leaned back, looked down at his dad's cock and leaned in taking the long curved shaft into his mouth. Craig looked down at his son sucking his cock and leaned down until his mouth was even with Don's cock. He leaned his head forward and took his son's cock in his mouth reciprocating the head he was getting. Tom sat back down watching the father and son again. He really enjoyed watching Don work his father's cock, and enjoyed how much Craig seemed to enjoy getting head from his son. The two men glanced up at Tom sitting on the chair above them. Don nodded to Craig and they stood up, their cocks bobbing in his face. Tom reached out and grasped both cocks stroking them. Don and Craig pushed their cocks closer to Tom's face and he opened his mouth, taking first Craig's hot soft tip in his mouth, then switched to Don's cock. The father and son thrust their cocks into Tom's mouth. He managed to take both tips into his mouth, running his tongue between the tips and tickling their piss slits. He ran his tongue down the curved underside of Craig's cock to his balls and buried his face in the other man's crotch, then he switched to Don's crotch and began working the college boy's cock. Tom leaned back as he watched Don and Craig grab each other's cocks and stroke them again. "Yeah, jerk those cocks," he said. Craig rapidly pumped his son's cock with Don matching his father's moves stroking Craig's cock. The father and son stroked each other's and Don stepped up to reposition himself against his dad's body, pressing his cock against his father's. He took both cocks in his hand again and stroked them. "Come for me dad. Come." Craig felt his cock rubbing against his son's, and their balls rubbing together. He moaned as Don pressed his mouth against his and his tongue in his father's mouth and ground his hips. Craig shuddered. "I'm gonna come." "Do it," Tom and Don both said. Craig closed his eyes, leaned back and let his son jerk him off until he blasted a steam of cum up his stomach and chest, followed by another and another. Don felt his dad's jizz splatter down on his fist and his own cock and he blew his load, coating his dad's cock in his own jizz. "Yes!" Don said. "Oh yes!" Craig ground his cum covered cock against his son's and turned to Tom. "Your turn," he said. He grasped Tom's cock and began stroking him in earnest. Don leaned in and stuck his tongue in Tom's mouth and Tom felt his jizz shoot from his cock on Craig's hand and cock. All three men stood coated in each other's cum. "Wow!" Tom said. "That was hot to watch you two together." "There'll be more," Don said. "Definitely I want more of you dad." Craig smiled. "I want more of you too, son." End Chapter 6 If you like what you read here you may send feedback to mnhowler@aol.com or docswain@aol.com you may also check out my slash fiction at: http://docswainslounge.warped.com or in the prolific authors section of Nifty.