Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2000 08:27:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Fur Dad Subject: Me and my Dad by the pool four Me and My Dad by the Pool 4 (for Steff) Mark sat in the crowded compartment, absently staring at his watch. He was not in a hurry and had no appointments to keep. He was looking at his watch, a gift from his father upon his graduation from Northern. He missed his father and was having a major case of homesickness. "Earl's Court" said a voice through a speaker, "Mind the gap." The train slowed and Mark stood to await the opening of the doors. He moved onto the platform before being sweep up by the crowd that carried him to the escalators to the street above. He had only been in London for five months. He had been out of school a few weeks before he got the job and had only been working for Petersen Consulting for a month when he was assigned to the project in London. Things had moved very fast. He emerged from the station, the skies were gray, but it was not raining. Mark walked quickly to the flat he was renting a few blocks from the station, it was already 6:30 in the evening and he had not eaten since noon. He moved through the darkened flat, turning on lights as he went. It was too quiet, too lonely. He listened to the television as he undressed and moved into the kitchen to make dinner. It was Friday night and he had agreed to meet an acquaintance from work for drinks in Soho at 10:00 p.m. He looked at the clock as he ate, judging what time he needed to leave the flat. He picked up the phone and called his father. "Hi dad", Mark said when he heard his father's voice answer the phone! "Well good morning son, to what do I owe this honor?" his voice sounded pleased. "Actually, it's good evening... I just wanted to hear your voice. I'm really missing you and I wish you were here.", Mark said, his voice quivered a bit and he knew he could cry if he wasn't careful. The two men spoke for several minutes, Mark telling his father all about his job, then his father catching him up on the local news from home. Mark inquired on the weather, his father exclaimed it was Indian Summer, the stalks of corn were drying in the fields and the thermometer was suppose to be in the 80's. "Why, it's already in the mid-70's... I've got the windows open and have been sitting naked on the back steps drinking my coffee!" his father said. "Well, I'm sitting nude on my sofa, watching some stupid talk show on Channel 4. But talking to you sure has given my cock a lift." His father laughed, "Like father, like son. All you had to do is say the word 'cock' and you got a lift out of me. How about a jerk off, long distance?" "Are you kidding?" said Mark, "I'm already wanking my meat!" "WANKING your meat??? Where the hell did that come from? Wanking???", his father asked. "WEll, I met a guy at work named Stephan. I brought him home the other night. It's the first guy have slept with in five months! Anyway, he corrected me... it's only jerking off in the States... in Britain it's wanking. " "So my boy got some strange stuff, eh?" his father said with more than a little pride in his voice. "Nothing remotely strange about it! This guy was HOT. Remember that guy I went to school with, Michael Navarre?" "Sure", his father said. Who could forget that boy? He had come over to swim with Mark a few years ago and was a strikingly handsome young man, his grandparents had emigrated to the area from Quebec. The boy was easily six foot tall with a heavily muscular body. The hair on his head, and indeed, the hair on his body, was jet black. His skin was quite fair. Unlike Mark and his father, Michael had very straight body hair that laid in a pattern across his chest. He was quite a handsome boy. "This guy looks a lot like Michael, a little shorter, not as broad shoulders, but he is damn cute!" His father was already stroking his hard rod with a feverish pace. "You've already got my attention... how about you tell me what you boys have been up to?" he father said breathlessly. Mark smiled, he could picture his father sitting on the stoop: phone in one hand and dick in the other. He too was stroking his cock with great force as he told his dad about his date. "After dinner we came back to my flat. We sat and talked for a long while, he said something about it getting late and he needed to get going before the underground shut down for the night. Anyway, when he looked at his watch, it was almost midnight. He was going to get a taxi home, but then I suggested he stay over. He was hesitant, not wanting to show up for work tomorrow in the same clothes. I told him he could borrow a shirt and tie. I also told him he could borrow a pair of sweats to sleep in. He informed me he always slept in the nude. I told him I did too. He seemed satisfied with that arrangement. I told him he could sleep on the sofa if he was uncomfortable with sharing my bed. He said the bed would be fine and my heart did a flip-flop! I had been dying to see this guy out of his clothes", Mark continued. "Before you knew it, we were both on the bed. We took turns sucking each other off, he had the most gorgeous cock; not as long as mine, but thicker and uncut. He's a runner and has the most incredible legs. They're lean and hairy, but his calves are absolutely huge. His foreskin fascinated me; it completely covered the head of his cock, even when he was hard. I slipped my tongue between his foreskin and his cock head, it was absolutely wild!" "He had these really prominent nipples, like little tootsie rolls, poking out of his lightly hairy chest. I tell ya dad, I could have sucked on those things all night. I ended up on my back with him squatting over me, impaled on my shaft. I keep my hands on his hairy little ass while he road me like a pony. He kept on hand on my chest to steady himself, while he wanked himself with the other. We came together and I thought he was going to rip the skin off my body he had such a tight hold on a handful of my chest hair. He was beat his cock so hard and wildly that when he came his spunk flew all over the place. He got one wad right in the middle of my forehead." "After he climbed off of me, I pulled off my condom and sucked my cum out of the tip. You should have seen his eyes! I thought he was totally grossed out, but he as totally turned on. He kissed me so hard I swear I could feel his tongue in the back of my throat!" By the time Mark was finished telling his father about the evening, both men had climaxed. For Mark, it was not very satisfying, being so far away. His father changed the subject before the conversation ended, "You've to a birthday coming up this month. I've got a surprise to send you." "That sounds ominous." Mark said. The two said their goodbyes and Mark reluctantly returned the phone to the cradle. He had been absentmindedly rubbing his cream across his hairy abdomen after talking up with his father. He looked down at the matted sticky hair and smiled. Guess this means I shower before meeting Stephan. The bathroom's title floor was cold and Mark hurried to get the shower going. He stood under the hard spray, the water hit him like needles on his back. He soaped up his body, the white froth swirling with his body hair. His cock was still full from his earlier excitement. His hand smoothed the soap over his tender penis, his mind was blank to everything but the feeling he was experiencing. One hand continued to stroke his cock while the other soaped his ass. His hand moved up and down his hairy valley, his fingernails digging into the skin. He allowed a single finger to enter his ass, quickly sliding in and out. A second finger joined the first, plunging in and out. He imagined his father was in the shower with him, stuffing his sudsy cock into his ass. The hot water was biting his back and he imagined it was his father's fuzzy chest rubbing up against him. His cock became fully engorged, his hand slipping rapidly over the slick surface. Before he got much closer to coming again, he abruptly stopped. He had a chance to get laid tonight if Stephan was agreeable. No sense wasting a good load of cum on the drain... he'd save it for Stephan. He dressed quickly, donning a pair of black jeans and a gray spandex shirt. It was the official dress of the young gay community in London, and Mark had seen little variation so far. He got off the underground at Piccadilly Circus and walked up into Soho. He had been to a dozen clubs in Soho since his arrival. Some, like the Admiral Duncan, were low key, others... well, it was clear he was not part of the clique and he felt very uncomfortable. He really had not found anything he could call his own. The streets were already crowded with a young crowd. He wandered up Poland Street hoping to find a sign for the pub. He walked slowly and examined each storefront until he saw the sign "Kings Arms". It certainly didn't look like a gay bar and he wasn't actually sure it was the right place. A small rainbow sticker on the door confirmed he had the right place. It was already after 10 p.m. (18:00) when he walked through the door. He saw Stephan talking to the bartender and he waved as he walked to the bar. Mark's surveyed the room as they chatted. It was a stereotypical British pub, it looked like it had been there for centuries. The crowd was very casual and very friendly... Mark felt very at home. No thumping disco, no flashing lights; the room was missing the proverbial 'Standing and Modeling" crowd. This was nice. Stephan keep staring at Mark, and for his part, Mark was staring back. Stephan knew what he wanted and Mark was ready to give it to him. "Would you like to spend the night with me" Stephan asked. Mark smiled, "Would I! You mentioned that you lived with your Dad, will that be a problem?" "No, it's ok. I do have to tell you I've never brought a mate home, but dad's always telling me I should." He gave Mark a quick once over, "He'll be thrilled when I come home with you on my arm." "He sounds like a supportive parent" Mark added. Stephan gave him a sly smile, "You have no idea." It was late by the time they arrived at Stephan's home and the house looked dark. Stephan unlocked the door and ushered Mark into the dark hallway. He turned on a light to reveal a beautiful Georgian entry hall with a large beautiful staircase. "My old man is probably sleeping, so lets sneak upstairs", Stephan said in a hushed voice. Once behind the closed door, Mark's lips made their way to Stephan's neck, while his hands franticly worked to undo buckles and buttons. Stephan struggled to get Mark's shirt off, pulling it over his head and leaving his hair mussed. Mark had already kicked off his shoes and was trying to shake his jeans free from his legs when he lost his balance. His weight fell against Stephan and the two men crashed to the bed. They had landed with a thud and Stephan started to laugh. Mark put his hand over Stephan's mouth and shushed him, "Quiet, your father will hear!" He removed his hand and pressed his mouth tightly against Stephan's. They were both naked in the cold room, their hairy and muscled bodies rubbing together creating their own warmth. Mark slid down to rest his face on Stephan's chest. He laid his face onto the sparse black chest hair, rolling his face from side to side and relishing in the smell of his lover. Stephan's hips ungulate again Mark's body, pressing his rock hard cock into his belly. Mark's mouth found its way to Stephan's nipple and he locked his teeth around the soft orb. Moving to the side, Mark's hand found Stephan's stiff cock. He wrapped his hand around it and moved the supple skin along the length of the shaft. Stephan cooed softly as his hands explored Mark's back. Mark moved his mouth down Stephan's torso until he could feel the other man's penis hard against his chest. He sat kneeling on the bed as he stroked Stephan's cock, his fingers playing with this foreskin and marveling at the way his precum made his cock head glisten. Stephan laid back with his hands behind his head, clearing enjoying Mark's attentions. "I want you to fuck me," Mark said "I want to feel you inside me." He leaned forward and kissed Stephan's lips with his probing tongue. Stephan broke away with a smile. "The lubes on my dresser, but the condoms are in the cupboard in the loo" "And where might I find the loo" Mark replied in a soft giggling voice. "Down the hall, first door on the left..." Mark sprang from the bed and sprinted into the hallway where he found himself facing a naked man. He looked much like Stephan, only slightly older with an athletic build; slim and gorgeous looking. He had a little hair on his chest leading down to a thin manly stream of black hair over his firm torso and pointing towards his cock. His hair was ruffled and he had the bewildered look of someone not totally awake. He appraised the young man standing naked in front of him, noting he was out of breath and had a formidable erection. "Young man", he stated calmly. "I have to assume you are either a burglar who gets some perverted enjoyment from breaking and entering whilst completely nude... or you are having sexual relations with my son, in which case you will most likely find him in his room." Mark felt the blood leave his cock and flush to his face. "I'm so sorry, I was on the way to the bathroom..." his voice trailed away. The older man looked somewhat annoyed and Mark was hoping Stephan would soon come to his rescue. The man's face suddenly changed and he said "condoms!" Mark looked hopeful. "That's it, isn't it?", the man brightened. "Uhh, yes sir", Mark said rather uncertain of his words. "Right this way" the man said as he abruptly turned and headed down the hall. Mark followed along, his feet keenly aware of the cold wood floor. He trailed the man into the bathroom, where he found him bent double at a large cupboard. From this view Mark could see the man's beefy legs and ass, his legs spread just enough to allow a peek of his large testicles. Without rising or turning, the man asked "We have ribbed with reservoir tip or super thin." "Never mind, " the man said before Mark was forced to answer "Take them both, it's a long night and you look to be a randy fellow." He handed the boxes to Mark and patted him on the back. "By the way, I'm Steph's father, Thomas." He extended his hand. "You sound like a Yank, or are you Canadian?" "I'm Mark," he shook Tom's hand. "And yes, I'm an American." "Well, you boys have fun. I'll see you at breakfast." With that, he turned and left Mark standing alone at the door to the bathroom. Surely this was one of the oddest exchanges in Mark's life. When he returned to Stephan's room, he found the young man in a fit of laughter. "Met the old man, I hear" "Christ," Mark looked drained, "That was the most bizarre conversation I've ever had." He collapsed onto the bed with the boxes of condoms in his hand. He held them up to Steph and asked, "For you penile pleasure?" They slipped beneath the sheets and cuddled for a while, their mouths locked together. Mark laid his leg over Stephan and ran this fingers through the hair on his chest. Stephan pulled Mark to him and ran a hands along his furry ass. His index finger searched for his asshole, lightly probing it's tight rippled surface. Soon his finger was buried in Mark's hole and both men knew they were ready. Mark quickly greased his anal opening with some lube while Stephan rolled a condom over this ample prick. Mark lay on his belly and spread his legs to expose his waiting ass. Stephan moved behind him, putting his palms onto Mark's furry ass cheeks. He massaged them, kneading them with his hands, moving slowly up to his hips. Stephan lowered his weight on top of Mark as his cock prodded the opening to his ass. Mark closed his eyes, feeling the massive tool slip into his body. After many long months, he savored the feel of a man's hairy body against his and a living cock filling his insides. Stephan said nothing, his smoothly shaven face rubbed against Mark's neck. Stephan's breath was hot on Mark and he responded by working his ass, gripping Stephan's cock with his sphincter. Stephan's cock pumped hard against Mark's ass and their hairy legs chaffed together, their muscles laboring in concert. Mark's hand gripped his cock tightly and each thrust of Stephan's hips worked his meat against the ribs of his fingers. Stephen was becoming more animated, his movements more exaggerated, his voice becoming louder, thought no actual words were said. His hands gripped Mark's shoulders firmly and his teeth gently bit into his neck. With a huge, powerful thrust, he came with a thunderous "Ohhh Yes." Mark whimpered softly, his ass clinching tight as his balls pumped his sperm into a pool under his body. As his body convulsed in the shutter, the only words were "Ohh Dad." Stephan buckled onto Mark's back, totally limp, his weight spread evenly over his body. They lay together, their breathing synchronized, their hearts beating together. Finally Stephan cleared his throat and said, "You called me Dad?"