Date: Fri, 11 May 2007 19:57:33 -0700 (PDT) From: James Spaulding Subject: Getting Dad Drunk, part 4 Dad's 50th birthday was fast approaching. So was my spring break. We decided to take a family vacation to Florida to celebrate. It had been a long winter. And some sun and sunshine sounded perfect. We flew in to Ft. Lauderdale, checked in to our hotel, and I made my way to the pool. I wanted to feel the sun on my white skin. Mom and Dad soon joined me. Dad looked good in his suit. With furtive glances, I studied his body. Admiring the hairy chest, the solid legs, and sizable package that his swimsuit did its best to cover. With each glance I became more and more enamored with my father. He was what I wanted in a man. Like Ted, he was older, hairy, and - as every indication suggested - hung. That said; Dad was happily married to mom. I was a dutiful son. And, regardless of my conversation with Ted, I was certain that very few fathers were fascinated by their son's developing body and sexuality. I could admire. I could jack off thinking about Dad. But I was not going to risk anything. A family from St. Louis had settled next to us for the day. They had three kids: two boys, one girl. The oldest boy was around my age, maybe a little younger. He was short. Stocky. Built like a football player. His father was equally stocky but a few inches taller: a little out of shape to play football, but solid none-the-less. Needless to say, my father wasn't the only hot dad at the pool. Mr. Jenkins tripped my trigger, too. And I soon directed my glances toward his package. The Roths and the Jenkins hit it off. Dad shared a beer with Mr. Jenkins. Mom shared her recipe for artichoke dip with Mrs. Jenkins. I hung out with Chad, talking high school and our college plans. The sun was setting, the parents had switched to cocktails, and Chad asked me to take a walk. We went a ways down the beach when Chad pulled out some pot. We got stoned. Talked some more. Returned to the parents. Had dinner. And everyone returned to the pool for a late night swim with more cocktails for the parents. Chad and I went off for a little more pot. "So, you got a girlfriend or anything?" "No. You?" Another hit. "Nope. Not that into chicks I guess." Now it was getting interesting. "Me either." We fell silent -- both of us wondering if we had said too much. Wondering if maybe the other was uncomfortable. Fuck. I wasn't uncomfortable. It wasn't just the pot that was making me feel horny. It was the boy sitting next to me. I guess it's pretty obvious, I'm into older guys. But, Chad had a look - he looked like a man. His legs were covered with thick black hair and his chest was already lightly covered. We each took another hit. Chad got up and I followed. We returned to the pool and our parents. It looked like our tryst was no longer a possibility. Unfortunately, I was horned up. And my boner was evident to anyone who happened to look at my crotch. I did my best to cover myself. But shorts and a t-shirt can't do much. I excused myself, shaking hands with Mr. Jenkins. Our hands met. He held mine a while. Telling me how nice it was to meet me. How much he hoped to spend more time with my family. Typical. But what wasn't typical were the glances he threw at my crotch. I had hoped the boner had subsided enough for me to make my exit without too much fanfare. Mr. Jenkins' attention had me at full mast all over again. I hoped he was the only one to notice. But I was also glad he did. Son was hot. Dad was hot. I was horny. I figured I would take care of business back in the room, but no sooner did I get upstairs, I heard Mom and Dad say their goodnights to the Jenkins. Before I could blow a load, Mom and Dad were in for the night. They wanted to watch the news. I wanted to get off. I decided to take a walk. Sure. That's a euphemism. I went out looking for cock. I didn't get far when I heard my name called. I turned. Mr. Jenkins approached. "Looks like that's two of us who aren't willing to turn in for the night." "I guess not. Mom and Dad are watching the news, getting ready for bed. I'm too wired to sleep." "Me too. How about a drink?" "Um, I'm not old enough." "Of course you're not. You're Chad's age. But I was thinking I could cover for you. I'll just say I'm your dad. I'll buy your drinks. They shouldn't have too much of a problem with that. If they do, well, we'll think of something else." Damn. "Something else" was all I could think of. The boner was back. Good thing Mr. Jenkins had already turned to enter the bar. His back was to me. I adjusted myself. I followed Mr. Jenkins to the bar. "Hey, Jimmy. How about a couple of beers." "Sure thing, Joe." Jimmy, the bartender, brought our beers. Looked at me. "This kid isn't twenty-one, Joe. I can't serve him." Joe - Mr. Jenkins - put his hand on Jimmy's. "It's OK. He's almost twenty-one and he's my son. Were on vacation. His mom has driven us both nuts. We just want to wind down." Jimmy laughed. Winked. "You take care of your son. I'll keep bringing the drinks. Better be a nice tip. Breakin' the law and everything." Jimmy laughed again and turned to another customer. Mr. Jenkins took his beer. Raised it. And proposed a toast. "To vacation." We both drank deeply. "Thanks, Mr. Jenkins. Are you sure this is OK? I don't want to get anyone in trouble." "No trouble, Alex. No trouble at all. I just wanted some company, is all." "So. Mr. Jenkins. Have you been here before?" "We came here last year. Had a great time. We figured we oughta do it one more time before Chad goes off to college." "That's what my mom and dad figured, too." "You excited about leaving?" "Yeah. I'm ready." Small talk continued for a while. I learned about Mr. Jenkins job; he's a plumber. I learned his age: 52. I learned all about his kids. And we drank our beer. Jimmy came by. "Another one for the two of you?" "Sure. And why not brink us each a shot?" Mr. Jenkins looked at me. "You like tequila?" I nodded. "Two shots of tequila. Hell. Jimmy, why don't you get one for yourself." Beers came. Tequila came. "Thanks again, Mr. Jenkins." Mr. Jenkins took a deep swallow. Looked at me. "You know, Alex. Just so we don't get caught, why don't you play along. Call me Dad. Shouldn't be too hard. Besides, that way I stay on Jimmy's good side. He treated me well last year." I took a drink. "OK. If you think so." Mr. Jenkins hand rested on mine. "I think so." Jimmy came back. This time with a shot on the house. "Here's to father and son. I wish I had a dad who bought me drinks. Never happened." Mr. Jenkins put his arm around me shoulder. Squeezed. "He's a good kid." The tequila went down easily. Mr. Jenkins hand stayed on my shoulder. Squeezed again. "Nice shoulders, Alex." "Thanks." "You got a nice body. Swimmer? Right?" "Yeah." "Chad is into football. I'm into beer." He laughed. Drank some more. "You got a good build, Mr. Jenkins. You gotta do something. Some sport. Or something" "You think so. Thanks." He looked at me. "It's Dad, Alex." I smiled. "You got a good build, Dad." "That's my boy." This time his hand moved to my thigh. He squeezed again. "Fuck, boy. You got one firm body." Rock hard. My cock had been hard since the first touch. Now it seemed ready to burst. Mr. Jenkins' hand stayed on my thigh. Jimmy said goodbye to his last guests. Came back to us. "I'm thinking about closing up. You two want another round." Mr. Jenkins looked at me. "You want another one, Alex?" "Sure, Dad." "I guess his mom won't care. She won't know." Jimmy laughed. Got us our drinks. And walked to the doors of the bar. He closed them. Dimmed the lights. And helped himself to a beer. I watched Jimmy as he closed the bar. He was a black man. His hair was turning gray. He must have been about 6'2". Nice looking. Nice ass. Mr. Jenkins caught me looking. Smiled. "He's a nice guy. He'll let us stay as long as we want." Jimmy pulled up a chair next to us. He glanced at Mr. Jenkins' hand, still on my thigh. I'm sure he saw the bulge in my shorts. "So. Joe Jenkins and Son. What's going on?" I didn't know how to answer. I figured I knew what was going on. I was happily being seduced by Joe Jenkins. And I figured Mr. Jenkins' hand must have given a few hints to Jimmy. "It's vacation, Jimmy. Anything can go on." "That's my kind of vacation." I chimed in. "Mine, too." Mr. Jenkins and Jimmy both smiled. Raised their beers.. Jimmy swallowed and spoke. "I gotta a son. About your age, Alex. Good kid. He's the first in the family to make it to college." "Alex, will be the first for us, too." "Good kid. I miss my Jawan. I used to enjoy spending time with the boy." "I know what you mean." Mr. Jenkins paused to swallow his beer. "I'll miss this guy, too." "My Jawan. Good looking kid..." "He's gotta good lookin' dad. It's all in the genes." Jimmy laughed. "Thanks. I just wish that I had a few of his genes. My boy has a big ass cock." He laughed some more. Looking at Mr. Jenkins and me. Daring us to go further. I dared. "How do you know the size of your son's cock? I can't imagine my dad has a clue as to what my cock looks like." "I caught the boy jacking off one day. He must have been fifteen. I watched the whole thing. Saw him shoot his load and everything. Felt a little guilty. But then I figured I changed the kid's diaper. No reason I can't see the grown up goods." Jimmy looked at Mr. Jenkins. "Joe, you ever see your boy's cock?" Mr. Jenkins smiled. "I haven't had the opportunity." "Well, call me a fool, but the boy's got a boner the size of a beer bottle." Jimmy used his beer bottle to point out the obvious. "Tell me you can't see that." Mr. Jenkins looked at my crotch. "You're right, Jimmy. My son does have a cock the size of a beer bottle." Mr. Jenkins paused for a sip of beer. Laughed. "Then again, how do we know it's not a sock or something?" I dared some more. "There's no sock." Jimmy winked. "You expect us to believe that, boy?" "Yeah, Alex. Looks like your old man's gonna need some proof." I dared once more. Stood up. Unbuttoned my shorts. Pulled out my cock. It was shining with pre-cum. And though it wasn't as big as a beer bottle, I was pretty proud of my meat. "Are you convinced?" "Damn, right boy. Nice." I stood there with my cock in my hands. The men stared. Grew quiet. I started to get uncomfortable. Had I dared too much? Jimmy got up. Walked behind the bar. Reached for the bottle of tequila. Poured us each a shot. "Looks like we might need another shot before we get to where we're going." The three of us drank. Jimmy put his shot glass down. "You ever kiss your son, Joe? I mean with your tongue and everything?" Mr. Jenkins seemed a little shy. As much as he had been wanting it, now that he was getting it, he seemed a little shy. "No...I..." "Boy, give your dad a kiss." I moved to Mr. Jenkins, looked in his eyes, saw his desire, knew he wanted it, and my mouth met his. Our first kiss was tentative, ending too soon. Jimmy was disappointed. "I said I wanted to see a real kiss." This time Mr. Jenkins pulled my face to his and filled my mouth with his tongue. I returned the favor, my hand moved to his chest, feeling his muscles. Mr. Jenkins' hand moved to my cock. He began to jack it. "If we're going in that direction, we better go to the backroom. There's more room and less chance of getting caught. " We followed Jimmy to the stockroom. Jimmy pulled out his chair. "I want me a show, Joe Jenkins and Son. I want a real show. You know what I mean, right boys?" We knew what he meant. Mr. Jenkins reached for me, and we continued to kiss. My hand found its way to his crotch. "You like your daddy's boner, Alex?" I grunted. "I bet you want to see it, don't you boy?' I grunted my desire again. "Joe, pull that fucker out." Mr. Jenkins looked at me as he undid his belt buckle, his button, and his zipper. He reached inside his boxer shorts and pulled out his cock. Like mine it was rock hard. Like mine it was dripping pre-cum. Like mine it sure as hell was almost as big as a beer bottle. "Looks like daddy's genetics passed themselves on to his son. Nice cocks, Joe Jenkins and Son." I reached for Mr. Jenkins cock. His hand returned to mine. We kissed, We groped. We were well past hesitation. "Joe Jenkins, why don't you sit in that chair over there. I bet your boy would love to service his daddy. I bet he could turn into a pretty good cocksucker. What do you think?" Mr. Jenkins needed no more prodding. He stepped out of his shorts. Took off his shirt, and sat back in the chair. I got to my knees. Before I took his cock in my mouth, I paused to admire his body. Stocky. Hairy. My hands went to his nipples. I gloried in his hair, his muscles, and the cock I was going to suck. My head bent towards his cock, my lips slowly surrounded his width and my head slowly worked its way down his shaft. I loved the taste of his precum. Both Jimmy and Mr. Jenkins moaned in unison. "Fuck" Even as I kept sucking, I admired the size of Mr. Jenkins' cock. Seven inches or so. And pretty thick. It was just as perfect as Ted's cock. Mr. Jenkins' hands moved to the back of my head. He applied some pressure. I happily responded, moving faster, sucking more eagerly. "Make your boy choke, Joe. Feed him that fucker." Mr. Jenkins fed me. I gagged some. But my attentions never wavered. Jimmy interrupted. "Joe, I think you're being a little unfair. I bet your boy would like a little attention." Mr. Jenkins rose from the chair, dropped to his knees, and was soon blowing my cock. He knew what he was doing. Like me, he had no problems swallowing a sizable cock. I watched as his daddy-head consumed my boy cock. It was hot. Too hot. I was ready to blow. I pulled my cock from his mouth. Squeezed, hoping to delay the orgasm. I failed. I started to shoot. "Better eat that, Joe. Looks tasty." Mr. Jenkins started eating even before Jimmy finished giving him his orders. I watched as Mr. Jenkins ate my load. And it was a load. I shot clear up to my chin. Mr. Jenkins' tongue worked its way up the length of my torso, cleaning it of cum. He finished with my chin. Looked at me. And his tongue was soon in my mouth. He tasted like cum. "You liked the taste of your boy's cum, Joe?" Joe stopped kissing me. "Fuck, Jimmy. Fuck." Jimmy laughed. "I think you aught to return the favor. Feed your boy, Joe. Give him some of the seed that made him" I knelt before Mr. Jenkins. He spat on his hand, started stroking his cock. My tongued licked his balls. Licked his inner thighs. His stroked came more rapidly. "I'm gonna shoot, Alex. You want it?" "Fuck, Dad. Yes." My tongue was out, ready to receive his daddy milk. He blew his load, and I swallowed. His jizz covered my tongue. I lapped it up. Feeding. Tasting Mr. Jenkins' semen. Imagining it way my father's. Mr. Jenkins affectionately and lightly slapped my cheek. "Thanks, Alex. You are a good boy." We kissed. "OK, Joe Jenkins and Son. You aren't finished yet." We turned to Jimmy. He had pulled out his cock, his big black cock. "I think Joe Jenkins and Son ought to suck this fucker." Mr. Jenkins and I knelt before Jimmy. He leaned back in his chair. His hands went to my head. I went to work. His cock was big. And I had a hard time taking it, but I'm nothing if not persistent. Mr. Jenkins was doing his thing; his tongue was licking Jimmy's balls. Together, Mr. Jenkins and I pleasured Jimmy. Licking. Sucking. Our tongues often met as we worked our way up and down Jimmy's long shaft. "You boys ready for some nigger cum?" Jimmy's hands moved to his cock, he started jacking off, and Mr. Jenkins and I were rapt with desire. I spat on Jimmy's hand, giving him some extra lube. Jimmy started grunting. His hips started moving. Mr. Jenkins and I were ready to receive his cum. Jimmy grabbed my head. I opened my mouth, and in seconds Jimmy was filling my mouth with his "nigger cum." Mr. Jenkins worked his way to my mouth and the head of Jimmy's cock, eager to share in the feast. Our cum covered tongues met. Our mouths were filled with Jimmy's cum, and our tongues savored the flavor. Even as we were swallowing the last of Jimmy's seed, I felt Mr. Jenkins' hand move to my ass. I arched my back, moving my hole closer to his hand, waiting for his finger to begin to probe. "Looks like Dad wants to fuck his son. You think you'd like that, boy? I looked at Mr. Jenkins. My eyes said a lot. My words said more. 'Please, Dad, I want you to fuck me." I didn't have to say any more. Mr. Jenkins got me on all fours, and his tongue worked its way into my hole. In a few seconds his spit and his fingers had worked their magic. I was loosened up. Lubed up. And ready to go. "I got no condoms boys." Mr. Jenkins looked at Jimmy. He looked at me. "I want to feel your load, Dad. I want you to fuck me raw." Mr. Jenkins went to work. He knelt behind me. He spat in his hands, made his cock slick with spit, and was ready to pierce me. I leaned forward. Making my ass and my hole as available as possible. Mr. Jenkins entered me slowly - but persistently. There was nothing particularly gentle about his fucking. He had all of his inches inside me in a manner of seconds. It hurt. But my pain was soon forgotten as he began to ride me. His thrusts got faster. His thrusts went deeper. A few times his cock left my ass, only to be thrust back in quickly. There was no concern for my pain. And though my groans proved I felt ever thrust, Mr. Jenkins was a rough fuck. And he taught me I liked it rough. His hands went to my waste. He pulled me towards him. His thrusts got faster. His skin slapped mine. "You gonna fill your boy, Joe?" "Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!" And Joe filled me. I felt his warmth. I felt him shoot. He kept riding me hard and he kept shooting. When I was filled with his semen, he pulled out. "Fuck, Alex. Fuck." "That all you can say to your son, Joe?" "Thanks. Fucking thanks." "You want to really thank him, Joe?" Mr. Jenkins looked at him. We both knew what Jimmy was getting at. Mr. Jenkins looked at me. "I want to really thank you, Son." We changed positions. Mr. Jenkins got on his hands and knees. I knelt behind him. And just as he had done before, I got his ass ready for my inches. As my tongue worked its way into his hole, I could tell he wanted me to fill him. I could tell he loved to get fucked. And I was certain he liked it rough. I got down to business. I had limited experience fucking. Actually, no experience. I hadn't fucked Ted. And my only other experiences consisted of oral. But I was an eager student. I was amazed at how awesome his ass walls felt around my shaft. Tighter than a mouth. Warmer than a mouth. "Alex, fuck me hard. Come on. Fuck me." I started plowing. My cock was rock hard. His ass was eager and he was very willing. I was so hard nothing interfered with my fucking. When I pulled out. I easily thrust back in. His sphincter had no power to stop me. "You want my cum, Dad?" Mr. Jenkins just grunted. But the grunt told me all I needed to hear. My thrusts got quicker. And I was soon ready to blow. "Fuck you, Dad. Fuck you." I filled him. My orgasm lasted and lasted. My first fuck amazed me. The orgasm was unlike any I had had before. After I filled him, I pulled out. "Clean your boy's cock, Joe Jenkins." Mr. Jenkins turned around, and his mouth soon worked its way down my still erect cock. "My turn." Mr. Jenkins and I knew what to do. We both got on our knees, ready to receive the black man's cock. It hurt like fuck. I had never had anything as big as Jimmy's cock in my ass. I groaned. But I didn't ask him to stop. By the time he pulled out and moved on to Mr. Jenkins, I had grown to love the pain. Mr. Jenkins had no problem taking Jimmy's inches. Jimmy fucked him hard. I was fascinated by the sight of Jimmy's thick black cock, sliding in and out of Mr. Jenkins hairy white ass. Jimmy's thrusts got more urgent. His hands went to Mr. Jenkins head. He pulled Mr. Jenkins' hair. Mr. Jenkins' mouth was open in pleasure. Quite an invitation. I stood before him. His mouth swallowed my cock as his ass swallowed Jimmy's cock. Mr. Jenkins' stocky body was our plaything. His muscles meant nothing. He was weak with lust. Jimmy looked at me. "You ready to fill him again." I nodded. And shot my seed into Mr. Jenkins' mouth even as Jimmy filled his ass with his seed. Mr. Jenkins straightened up and shot his third load of the night. Cum filled. Covered with sweat. I bent down to kiss Mr. Jenkins. Jimmy stood up. "Now that's the kind of fun I wish my Jawan and I could have. Fuck, Joe Jenkins and Son. You really liked that. Fuck." Mr. Jenkins and I got dressed. Jimmy walked us to the door. "Sleep tight. I wouldn't want the Mrs. to get any ideas." Mr. Jenkins walked me to my room. He shoved me into the vending machine vestibule, to kiss me good night. "Thanks, Alex." He kept kissing me. "You want to play again?" "Yes, Dad." I winked. "I'll see you tomorrow, then. We'll figure something out. Don't you think?" I nodded. I was certain we would figure something out. I got back to the hotel suite. I expected both Mom and Dad to be sound asleep. But the TV was on. After checking to make sure I looked presentable, I walked into the living room. Dad was sitting on the chair, in nothing but his boxers, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. "Hey Buddy. I didn't hear you come in. I'm just having a little birthday drink." "That's right. It's after midnight." Damn, Dad looks good. "How about sitting down with your old man, and having a birthday drink?" I sat down.