Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2007 06:57:53 -0700 (PDT) From: John Rogers Subject: Dollars for Dad, Part I Dollars for Dad (Gay Incest, M/M) This story is fiction. If you do not believe in sex between consenting adults stop. We followed the hostess to the table, Wes couldn't take his eyes off her ass -- with justifiable reason, it was perfect and the tight jeans accentuated it perfectly. "That is one nice piece of tail," for a lawyer Wes often was most explicit. "Counselor, for what you are thinking you could go to jail for a long time." I had to get him back into the real world. "Us bachelors can dream can't we?" Wes had recently broken up with his latest femme fatale. "Besides she's not my type, too young." "Yeh, right." I knew that over the years he had dated anyone over 18 and not regretted it. "Anyway, Frank, I think it's neat that you and your Dad routinely have lunch together." "It is a good thing, gives us a chance to talk. Since I got my own place we don't often have a chance to talk without the women around to interject items that really aren't germane to the issue." "Speaking of the issue, let's get back to our discussion, I still say that most if not all people have a price -- that for a certain amount of money people will do almost anything." Wes had a cynical side which was on display. "I don't totally disagree Wes, but I think the amount of money required or the acts involved are not what you think." "Frank, give that to me in English not in lawyer speak." Sometimes Wes needed to be shown a picture, "All I'm saying is that most people won't do many things unless the amount of money is very large and even then most people wouldn't do anything immoral, unethical or unlawful." "Well let's see what your old man has to say on the topic." I turned around to see my father coming across the restaurant, at forty-six he still looked good. I was born when he and Mom were still in school -- as Dad told me they weren't as adept at family planning then as they would become later. Now twenty-six years later we looked enough alike that people knew I was his son -- a fact that didn't bother me a bit. He's 6'2" and I'm 6'3"; he's 190 and I'm 180; he doesn't have six-pack abs -- who really does -- but like his son he does have maybe a four-pack set; and if I can say it without bragging we both are well endowed. Wes and I stood as Dad got to the table, "Dad you remember Wes from the office, I hope you don't mind if he eats with us." "Not at all son, Wes good to see you again." Dad smiled as he shook our hands. "Thank you very much Mr. Reynolds." Wes was unusually gracious. "No problem and it's Steve, ok." Dad sat down. Our conversation stopped as the server took our orders. Dad started it again, "So Frank, what's new anything great happening?" "Actually Dad, at the junior partner level, Wes and I are really working the mundane cases while the big-boys handle the high profile work." Wes broke in, "But the bright side is that the mundane work gives us a chance to answer some of the great questions of life." Dad's eyes brightened, a college professor, he liked the sound of Wes's words, "And what great question are you working on now?" "Come on Wes, let it go." I tried to stop him. "No, I want to hear the question." Between bits of his chicken Caesar salad Dad was truly interested. "Well ... Steve, I believe that everyone has a price. That for a reasonable amount of money, people will do things that they would not normally do. Frank, here believes that most people would want more money than I think." I had to get my two-cents in, "I just think that when people look at the moral, ethical and legal ramifications of any act that a little money is not enough to get them to act." My father paused in thought for a moment, "It is been my limited experience that the truth is probable somewhere in between your two positions -- since moral and ethical issues are in the eye of the beholder the price would probably be lower while doing something illegal is more cut and tried the price would therefore be higher. Let's discount illegal acts, give me an example of something that poses a moral or ethical problem where people might be bought." Now it was Wes's turn to pause and ponder. Finally he had one, "Porno, having sex in front of people and having it filmed. I submit to you that most people would do it for a lot less money than you think." I was shocked, how could he bring a subject up like that to my father. Dad remained cool, "I disagree Wes, except for the people in the business, it would cost you more than you think." Wes pressed the issue, "I bet you would do it for $2500." Dad winked at me, I instinctively understood that he was going to string Wes along. "For $2500 what do I have to do? Who do I get to have sex with, my wife, our server who? And where we will shoot this epic? And who will be the cameraman? These are all questions I need to know before I decide if the money is worth it." Wes took the bait but his rejoinder shocked me again, "Steve your wife is beautiful, but that's been done, the server is too young and not built for it. No let's do this right, I say I should make a film of you and Frank fucking." If Dad was stunned he never showed it, "Now that is thought I never would not have had, how do I know if Frank would be any good?" Dad was laughing when he said it. "I don't know if he's ever been with another man before, I don't want any film I'm in to be anything but four-stars." He paused again prior to delivering his punch line, "For that type of film your salary is off by a factor of 10" It was Wes who was now stunned, "Are you saying that you would fuck your son on film for $25,000?" "Yes, $25,000 for each of us. I am, after all, just a poor professor." Dad laughed and shook his head. We finished the lunch talking about sports and the market, but in the back of my mind I had the vision of my father and I having sex, disturbing at it might be to some people, the thought excited me. Dad and I didn't have a chance to talk for ten days, until our next luncheon meeting. This time we met at a swankier dining room than where we had been with Wes. We made small talk until our meal arrived, then a broach the subject. "Dad were you serious when you told Wes that you would be filmed fucking me?" "My price was pretty steep don't you think?" I sensed Dad want to deflect my question. "That's not the point, do you think that the two of us having sex is okay?" "Frank, you know that I have always been very liberal when it comes to sex. What two consenting adults do with each other is in most cases okay with me. I don't have any moral or ethical problems with what Wes proposed, but since it technically is incest it might be considered illegal -- but since we are both of age I doubt anyone would care." "Dad ... have you had sex with men before?" I had to know. "Sure, haven't you." "No, certainly not." Dad looked at me, "Why so defensive -- just because you have sex with another man doesn't mean you are gay. You may be gay or bi or it could just mean that you like to have sex with both genders -- it may be that you just want to have some fun and pleasure. You can't tell me you never seen a man that didn't turn you on -- even a little bit." I know I blushed, "I won't lie to you, I see men almost everyday that cause my heart to race and my palms get sweaty." I couldn't bring myself to say that he was one of those men. "But I wouldn't know how to approach a guy, what would I say? How would I know if he was gay?" My father looked at me and smiled, "Ever heard to a `gay bar,' think there might be some gay guys there? Or how about the gay spa over by campus." I was honest with him, "I'm not sure I'd have the courage to go to either alone." "Gees, you are such a wimp. How about I go with you? I'll find out from my students where the action is and we'll go next Friday as kind of a TGIF happy hour." All week I found myself wishing it was Friday all ready, finally the day came. I met my father at his office. As always it was fully of books and unfilled papers and stuff. "I told some of my students that I was doing some research and need the low-down on the gay scene in town -- you wouldn't believe the inputs I got back. I ruled out the leather-bars and the gay slash lesbian bars -- so I would suggest that we try Mo's. Supposedly it is the most upscale place -- that will weed out the uneducated -- and reportedly has the best entertainment." "Dad you're being an intellectual snob." "So what or we could go to the spa -- all manner of naked men there." Dad knew he was a snob and didn't care. "Why don't we go to Mo's. I don't want to have an information overload." The short ride was made mostly in silence, about a block from the bar at a red light Dad looked at me, "What are you going to do if someone you find unattractive comes over and starts rubbing your crotch?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, what if some one does this," with his right hand he reached over and started to rub my cock. "If I find him attractive I probably won't do anything, otherwise I'll ask him to stop." "Very good, same goes with you, if someone tells you `no' you must respect their wishes." Dad paused as we pulled into the parking lot. "One last thing ... what happens here stays here, okay." "Yes, sir." I had idea what he was talking about but couldn't believe my ears. Mo's had an ambience that reeked money and sophistication and the clientele reflected that. At first glance everyone in the room appeared to be professionals -- white collar types -- running the age gamut from early twenties to mid to late fifties. "Bar or a table," Dad tapped my arm. "Let's get a table where I can see the whole room." I wanted to be able to see who was there and who might approach our table. We had just ordered when a small combo started to play, we had made a good choice -- I hated loud modern music, these guys played what I like. Soon a few couples made their way to the floor and started to dance. I looked at Dad, `Who leads?" "What" "Dad, when two men dance, who leads?" "Frank, who cares? Worry about something important ok. See anyone that looks interesting?" "Several" Dad smiled, "Well are you just going to sit there?" I was about to answer when a good looking older guy came to our table -- I figured he would try to hit on Dad, boy was I wrong. Looking at Dad he said, " May I borrow your young friend for a dance?" Dad looked at me, "Surely. Frank go ahead, I'll see to our drinks." "Frank, my name is Stan and I think you're hot." I was almost in a stupor, "Thank you Stan...I think you're handsome." We took each other in our arms and started to dance -- Stan led. As we danced I looked around the room and saw couples in various forms of embrace, some were kissing and some seemed to be humping each other on the dance floor. As the music stopped Stan escorted me back to the table. "Would you like to dance again?" "Certainly, in a little bit," I answered. Dad smiled at Stan as he left the table, "See that wasn't so bad." "I actually got to be comfortable by the time the music stopped." I took a long swig of my Jack Daniels -- maybe the sour mash would help calm me down. Dad got up, "I see someone at the bar that I'd like to meet -- back in a while." I watched as my father -- my own father -- went to the bar and started to hit on what appeared to be a thirty-some. It was only a few seconds before the two of them made their way to the dance floor. I was so entranced, I didn't notice a companion arrive at our table. "May I join you?" I looked up into two beautiful green eyes that were part of a gorgeous young man -- my instant guess was early twenties.. "Please do, there is plenty of room." I realized I was stammering. "Thank you, I'm Jason. I was hoping that old guy would leave -- is he your lover?" Fortunately my mouth was empty otherwise Jason may have taken a bath in Jack Daniels. "My name is Frank and no he is not my lover -- just my Dad." "Your father," Jason turned to look at Dad, "now that you mention it I can see the resemblance. I think it's neat that the two of you would come here. You and your father are both quite attractive." "Thank you, you are very good looking your self." I watched over Jason's shoulder as my father kissed his partner on the lips -- I knew that his tongue was inside the other guy's mouth. Now I wanted to do the same to Jason, "Would you like to dance?" "Certainly." As I led him to the floor I glanced at my father and got a wink and a smile from him. Maybe because I was taller than Jason, I took the lead -- he seemed to follow instinctively. After at few turns he put one arm around my neck and started to feel my cock with his other. It didn't take much for my dick to start to respond. I looked at Jason, "Let's save that for later." I was glad he stopped but knew that I must have some more of that kind of attention. Jason put the arm around my neck and looked up at me, "Frank, I hope that later is not too far off." Don't ask me why, but then and there I kissed a man for the first time. I pulled Jason into my body and kissed him hard on the mouth. It didn't take any effort to get his lips to open and our tongues to intertwine. How long our lips were together I do not know ...all I care about was having my hands on his body and kissing him. Finally we came up for air. "Jason, you are beautiful," it was true I really thought he was beautiful. "Frank, you're hot and a great kisser -- I think we should go to the back room." "The back room? I've never been here before -- what's that? Jason gave me a sly wink, "It's behind the bar, it's just an area where we can have a bit more privacy." I looked to see if my father was around, since he was not in sight I figured, "Sure we could use a bit more privacy." We retrieved our drinks and Jason led me to the right of the bar and down a short hall. He slowly opened a door, "I think I should tell you that we will not be alone." The lighting was very subdued but once my eyes adjusted to it I could see that there were couples engaged in various forms of sex throughout the room. Jason pulled close to me, "I admit to being a voyeur, do you like what you see?" I grabbed him and kissed him again, "I've got the best in the room with me." Again I was not lying. Jason grabbed my dick, "Flattery will get you anything you want. Let's find a spot." We had moved maybe two careful steps when I realized that the guy on his knees with a cock in his mouth was my father. I had to pause and watch for a moment as my dad took the dick in and out of his mouth -- this was not a first time event for him. My dad a cocksucker -- somehow the thought excited me. Jason broke my concentration, "Your old man looks like he gives a good blowjob." "I bet you can do better," now I wanted to have my dick sucked. Jason looked at me and we kissed, the tongues swirling in each other's mouth; his hands in my crotch and mine on his ass. As the kiss ended Jason spoke only one word, "Enjoy" and dropping to his knees started to unbuckle my pants. The zipper was next and soon my semi-rigid dick was out and in his mouth. I'm not an expert on cocksucking but I knew what felt good and this really felt good. I had my hands on Jason's head -- for some reason I thought I needed to keep him where he was -- he was good at sucking and probably wanted to do me as much as I wanted him to suck my cock. I heard a voice say something about cuming and looked over to see my father receive a mouthful of semen. Not that I was not already turned on but that was enough to finish me. "Jason, I'm going to cum." I thought I should give him a warning, my words had no effect on Jason ... he continued the blowjob. My cock sent a spasm of cum into his mouth, the tip of my dick was tingling with a sensation on the line between pure pleasure and pain, another load of cum went into Jason and finally a third. Jason let my cock slip out of his mouth, he had taken all my semen and not missed a drop. From his knees he smiled up at me, I was lost as to what to do next. Jason knew ... he got to his feet and brought his face close to mine. "I love the taste of cum, don't you?" He grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me on the lips. My natural instinct was to kiss him back and so I opened my mouth. The taste of my cum was still on his tongue and inside his mouth -- instantly I was hooked. My hands found his dick, I started to fondle it through his pants. I could feel that it was getting bigger so I made my first clumsy attempt to unbuckle Jason's pants and get to his dick. He finally reached down and pulled out his cock. As I stoked it I confessed my inexperience, "Jason, you should know that I've never suck a cock before." "I know," he was not only good looking but also very sweet, "giving head is easy just try it." A quick kiss and I was on my knees with his prick only an inch or two from my face; his musky smell was pleasant and so for the first time I took a cock in my mouth. The smooth skin pleased me as I tried to get as much of it in my mouth as possible. I moved it in and out of me slowly -- probably too slowly. But even my lack of talent couldn't keep Jason from getting hard. Suddenly Jason winced, "Ouch, easy with the teeth." I could have stopped an apologized but instead I continued. His cock was now rock hard and his movements started to change. As a rookie cocksucker I didn't know what the movements indicated, I felt his hands on my head as his dick moved in and out of my mouth more rapidly now. I remember him saying something just before his cum entered my mouth. Gagging and swallowing I tried my best to get it all but there was too much, I had to open my mouth and let some out. With semen oozing from both sides of my mouth I took another of his loads before he finished. The semen was running down my cheeks and on to my shirt and I didn't care. As my mind raced I knew that I had not had as much sexual pleasure in many months if not ever. My knees were weak as I stood up and smiled at Jason. After we kissed he started to lick the cum from my face. Suddenly, I sensed the presence of another person next to us. "Here son, this might help you clean up a bit." It was my father with a damp paper towel. "My first blowjob, I couldn't swallow the whole load either." He smiled at me and Jason. "I'll be at the table." He turned to go but I stopped him by taking his arm, and again for unknown reasons I took his head in my hands and kissed him on the lips. "Thanks for tonight," I said. He smiled and left Jason and I. He spoke first, "I hope you know how lucky you are to have a father like him. Mine nearly disowned me when I came out." "Let's get back to the bar, there are a few things you need to know." When we got to the table I explained to Jason that I did not consider myself gay ... that tonight was just for me to see what it was like to have sex with a man. Jason can straight to the point, "So I guess we won't be seeing each other again?" I smiled back at him, "I don't think I'd go that far. Jason that was as pleasurable sex as I may have had in my life ... and yes I want to be with you again, but things are a little confused with me right now ... so I would appreciate it if you kept me in the closet." He fished around in his pocket and produced a business card, "This has my phone numbers and e-mail, I would very much like to see you again, soon." "I'm sorry I don't have a card with me, but I'll contact you soon." "Please don't delay ... I think your father is ready to go." Jason was most perceptive, I had seen that look on my father's face before, he was ready to leave. "I'll get back to you I promise." A quick kiss and I left the table. The car was silent for a few moments, then Frank turned to his father, " I didn't know you were gay." "Who said I was gay?" Steve glared at his son. "You've missed the point ... I enjoy sex in all its wonderful forms. I may go home and fuck your Mother. Does that sound like a gay guy?" Frank tried to formulate a response, "I just thought ... I mean you sucked a guy's cock ... " "And so did you, I had a wonderful time ... nothing like a nice prick in your mouth, don't you agree?" "Yes, I have to admit that having Jason's cock was really cool, just wish I was as good as he." Steve now smiled at his son, "Frank the first time you went down on a girl do you honestly think it was good for her? She probably enjoyed it but you did better and better each time. Same thing about blow-jobs, the first is not really good, but with practice you'll get better. I think .. no I know I'm better now than when I started." "And when was that?" "High school" "You started sucking cock in high school." "Yup. I was an okay athlete ... good enough to make the team, but not good enough to play much. I found out that not every stud athlete is a big lady killer. One of the guys who played in front of me really was gay and we would hook-up after most games." Frank then ask a loaded question, "Does Mom know about all this?" Steve let out a deep belly laugh, "Know, of course she knows. She and I are quite compatible sexually. You should she her and another woman have sex ... really a turn-on." "Mom ... has sex with women?" "Yes she does ... I imagine she'll be home from her lesbian liaison shortly." Steve stopped the car in front of Frank's condo. "Son, consenting adults should enjoy sex, that's how your mother and I think. Try it, if you don't like it fine, if you do like it so much the better." With his right hand he grabbed the back of his son's neck and pulled frank to him. Their lips met. Father and son kissed each other deeply, their tongues intwined. Frank got out of the car, "Dad, I would like to do this again." "We will son, we will." Frank closed the door.