Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2000 11:28:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Fur Dad Subject: Me and my Dad by the pool 5 Finally Stephan cleared his throat and said, "You called me Dad?" Me and My Dad by the Pool 5 Mark froze. "I did?" he asked. "Yes, you called me Dad." "I guess I was still unnerved over running into your dad in the hall" Mark lied. "Hmmmm." Stephan said, sounding unsure of the answer, but was too tired to care. The bed was warm, the room was dark and the men fell asleep in each other's arms. While they had slept together before, Mark felt wonderfully safe in Stephan's arms tonight, safer than he'd felt in a long time. Chapter 5 Mark awoke to Stephan licking his armpit, his tongue tickled and Mark began to laugh. "Good morning" Stephan said, grinning from ear to ear. Their door was slightly ajar and the sound of a radio was coming from somewhere in the house, the smell of cooking food wafted through the air. "Wow, something smells great!" Mark said. "Ya, dad's cooking breakfast. That our thing on Saturday morning, a big breakfast and the 'Time'." "Sounds nice. I'm getting rather hungry." "Me too," Stephan slap his leg. "Roll over." Stephan climbed between Mark's outstretched legs and pulled his cock back, giving him access to his cock, balls and ass. He began to lick Mark's rapidly growing cock and found it coated with the residue of last night sex. He licked it clean and began to devour his balls, which were covered in a luscious covering of fur. He pulled both of Mark's nuts into his mouth and tenderly coiling his tongue around large round spheres. The musty male smell filled his nose and he was instantly reminded of own smell after a workout. His hands pried Mark's ass cheeks apart and his mouth willingly lapped up his moist hole. His sphincter was relaxed and primed for Stephan's tongue, which darted across the hairy opening. Parting the cheeks as far and he could, allowing his face close access, his tongue plunged inches into his anal opening. Mark could feel Stephan tongue inquisitive tongue moving around the inside of his ass walls, his unshaven face rubbing roughly against the skin of his butt. Mark buried his face in his folded arms and tried so suppress an excited moan as Stephan mouth worked it's magic on his ass. He was drifting away on a cloud of ecstasy when he heard footsteps in the hall. He immediately tensed and his asshole closed rapidly against Stephan's tongue. Stephan grunted disapprovingly as he heard his father's voice call "Breakfast boys!" Tom didn't intrude even though the door was open a crack and his footsteps immediately retreated. "Tell me about your father." Mark asked as he sat upright. "What do you want to know?" "He seems unbelievably supportive. He's got to know what's going on in here, yet he seems totally cool." "My father's worse fear is I'll end up old and alone, so he's made it his purpose in life to find a spouse for his poor child." Stephan laughed. "Wow, talk about acceptance!" "Ya, well, you should see some of the blokes he's tried to hook me up with! He may have good taste in women, but his taste in men is horrid. So naturally, when I bring home a chap on my own, he's ecstatic!" "He's a very handsome man. And having seen both of you naked, I know where you get your looks from!" "You saw my father naked?" "Ya, last night in the hall. Nice cock, I'd do him." Mark said, trying to maintain a straight face. "You slut! Sounds like a wild fantasy, doing a father and son! Well, if I can't have him, you can't have him either." Stephan said in mock defiance. Mark left the conversation alone as he slipped into his jeans. Stephan pulled on a baggy pair of shorts and the two journeyed downstairs for breakfast. They found Tom in the kitchen serving up a hearty meal. Mark noted he was barefoot, dressed in a polo shirt and an old pair of jeans; he had hoped for more revealing attire. "Do you boys have plans for today?" Tom asked. They looked at each other for a moment before Stephan said "We haven't discussed it yet." Tom smiled and informed them he was planning a drive to Deptford to spend some time this Stephan's grandmother. Tom made it clear the boys would have the house to themselves most of the day. They showered separately and removed to the terrace while Tom was preparing to leave. Mark watched him as he passed and commented to Stephan "It would drive me crazy to live so close to him! I'd be looking for any excuse to check him out!" "Steph laughed! "I'll tell you a secret, when I was about 12 I found that I could see into his bedroom from a gap where the steam pipe runs between our rooms. I was a horny little bugger, wildly abused myself whilst spying upon him!" Mark found this line of discussion fascinating. "Did you ever see anything good?" "Oh god, yes! Just seeing him walking around naked is worth the effort. Have seen him with some of his lady friends, but he often has the lamps switched off with them. Have seen him having a wank more times than I can count! And it_was_splendid!!" "Wow, that is so hot! When was the last time you spied on him while he was jerking off?" Mark asked. Stephan blushed slightly, then sheepishly said "A couple nights ago." Mark laughed out loud, "You DOG!" Just then Tom stepped out onto the terrace to say farewell and Stephan shot Mark a warning look. "Have a pleasant day Gentleman, I'll see you tonight!" Despite Tom's plan to leave the boys at home alone a day, they spent most of the day at a local antiques fair. They walked along the street past the local shops, stopping here and there. They returned to Stephan's house before the dinner hour and took their packages up to Stephan's room. Mark closed the door behind them, then took the parcels from Stephan and placed them on the floor. He removed his clothing while Stephan sat on the bed watching. When he was completely naked, he walked to the bed and pushed Stephan back onto the mattress. They kissed with the deep passion of lovers. Mark felt the wool sweater sleeves scratch his back as Stephan's wrapped his arms around him. "We need to get you naked" Mark said as he rolled off Stephan. He peeled off everything but his white briefs then drop back upon the bed. They united once again in a kiss, their tongues slipping past lips and teeth, twisting madly in their mouths. Mark's hand touch Stephan's crotch, grasping his cock through the fabric of his underwear. As they kissed Mark could feel their cocks swell and he responded by clutching Stephan's penis with a tight grip. He went down on Stephan, sucking on his hard member through the fabric of his briefs. Wisps of black fur poked at odd angles from the openings of the shorts, tickling Mark's face. His nose was filled with the aroma of Stephan's perspiration. His tongue caressed the ribbed cotton made wet with his saliva. His hands grasped the waistband and tugged the cloth from Stephan's hips, which caught upon his erection momentarily. Once freed, they slipped easily from his body and fell upon the floor. He took Stephan in his arms and pressed his weight against him, their bodies ground against each other, man on man. Mark took Stephan's mouth with force. He pinned Stephan's arms to the bed with his powerful hands. The bristled hair of his face scoured Stephens's soft skin, leaving his lips raw. Stephan was breathless, engulfed in Mark's passion. He brought himself to a kneeling position over Stephan's chest and kept his arms restrained with his legs. Then Mark slowing began to stroke his cock floating a few inches above Stephan's face. Stephan's eyes gazed at the sight above him; Mark's brawny body towering above him. Stephan struggled in vain to move his right arm in an effort to reach his own throbbing cock. Mark's left hand meander over his hairy abdomen, as Stephan looked on. His head was thrown back, his back arched so that all Stephan could see was the haze of light trickling through the forest of hair on Mark's chest. Mark was beating his cock in a furious motion, his low hung balls slapping crazily in a back and forth action against his ass and then his fist. The skin on the head of his cock was stretched tight and inflated larger than Stephan had ever seen it before. His whole penis seemed to have grown in front of his eyes. Stephan could feel Mark's thrust through the movement of the bed, his penis was becoming scarlet, the veins pronounced. Suddenly Mark's body became ridged, every muscle was instantly frozen for a second. He took a great gasp of air, exhaling a low primal moan as he came. His sperm flew in great gobs upon Stephan's face and pillow. Mark leaned breathlessly forward. His eyes locked onto Stephan's as his juices ran over the surface of his face. Stephan saw him milk the last few drops of milky cream from his tip of his cock until the head of it glistened with a moist shine. He bent his hard cock to Stephan's face and used it to smear his cum across his chin and lips. His now sensitive cock head cringed at the feel of Stephan's beard against it. He moved from Stephan's body, then laid back down beside the still man. He kissed him deeply and he tasted himself upon Stephan's lips. A large wad of cum was pooled near Stephan's eye and Mark scooped it up with his finger and placed it into Stephan's mouth. His lips and tongue closed around the finger and sucked it as if it were a straw. With his free hand, Mark seize Stephan's cock and stroked the length of it. His foreskin allowed his cock to slip easily beneath his fingers and it was only seconds before Stephan released his own sap in a fountain that covered Mark's hand before flowing onto Stephan's belly. Bliss had overcome them, and had they had the time, they would have curled into a mound on the bed and slept. "My dad should be home soon." said Stephan, not wanting to move.. "How about dinner?" "We should probably arrange something. How about oriental takeaway?" "Sounds great. I guess we better get cleaned up first." " Mark said as he licked the cum from his fingers. Stephan reached for Mark's hand. "I wished we had meet the first day you arrived. I can't tell you now dreadful I feel knowing your term here is almost over. You'll go back to the States and I'll never see you again! I'm getting awfully used to having you around the last few days" Mark smiled and squeezed his hand. "Nothing says we can't see each other now and then. I've enjoyed this more than all the rest of the time I've lived here! I was thinking, maybe we could get away on a short holiday next weekend. Do you think they would give you Friday off?" Stephan's mood brightened, "I have quite a lot of time coming, what do you have in mind?" "Old Mister Woodward, in finance, told me that he and his wife have a cottage near Barcelona; actually it's about 150 kilometers south. It's sound wonderful, it overlooks the Mediterranean, out in the middle of nowhere. Told me he wished I'd use it before my tenure has ended, they hardly ever go since his kids grew up, I guess." Mark said. "How about we try and arrange to leave on Wednesday, we can take the car over and I'll drive. Come back on Sunday!" Mark suggested. Stephan's looked as if we was ready to start packing, his mind mentally organizing the event. "Do you think your father might want to go?" Mark asked, hoping Stephan wouldn't be too offended by the proposal. "I'm not too sure he would consider it," said Stephan "he'll think he's intruding on our date." "Would you mind if I ask him?" "No, he might say yes if YOU ask him," Stephan said with an evil grin. Chapter 6 Tom didn't immediately agree to the trip, but eventually acquiesced. It was agreed they would leave at first light on Wednesday. Once they had crossed the channel by ferry, the trip by car was enjoyable. The weather improved as they crossed France and moved into Spain. As soon as they were past the traffic of Barcelona, the road opened up and they arrived in at the cottage before dinner. They had expected a cottage, or what constitutes a cottage in the minds of the English. What they found was a whitewashed structure of rounded shapes and sharp angles. It sat on a rocky bluff above the sea, rolling brown hills surround it. Standing in front of the house, you couldn't actually see another dwelling. The beach was not what Mark had expected either, more rock than sand. A beautiful stone terrace encircled a large oval swimming pool, set in such a way that the water of the pool appeared to rise from the sea. The three men stood admiring the beautiful setting until Tom announced they should get the car unloaded and dinner started. The inside of the cottage was plain and somewhat utilitarian. The walls were white, the furniture functional. A small kitchen joined the lounge to form a large hall. The two bedrooms opened into a common bathroom with a large sunken bathtub that seemed out of place in the unadorned house. It was getting dark by the time they finished a leisurely dinner at a poolside table. Tom excused himself and went off to bed, while the boys sat talking. "Hey, now that we are alone, how about a swim?" Mark asked. "Sounds inviting" Stephan said as he gazed out at the water. They stripped off their close, leaving them heaped on the ground, and stepped down into the pool. They walked across the pool, which was no more than four foot deep, carrying their wine glasses. The sun was almost gone, slipping behind the foothills while sky above the sea was purple and black. They leaned against the back of the pool wall, looking towards the setting sun whose autumn colors shimmered in the water of the pool. They sat down their glasses before embracing each other. Mark felt Stephan's hard cock stab his groin. He reach under the water and deftly moved Stephan's hardon between his own legs, so that it snuggle along side his testicles. Mark's cock pressed hard between their close bodies. Stephen ran his hands through the fissure between them until he reach Mark's furry pecs. Mark's arms encased Stephan's upper body and their mouths gently join in a kiss. Mark's lips moved around his face, planting kisses on his nose and closed eyes. Then he placed his hands under Stephan's arms and lifted him until Mark had his arms fully extended. Stephan looked down at his lover, whose face was pressed against his belly. Mark sat Stephan's ass upon the lip of the pool, a puddle of water formed around him. The last fragments of light sparkled in the drop of water that clung to the hair on Stephan's body. Mark began to jerk himself off as he sucked on Stephan's erect penis. The large smooth cock head filled his mouth with a warm softness, his tongue flicking over the piss slit and his hand stroked the base of Stephan's shaft. The light was fading quickly, but Stephan could yet make out the image of his cock in Mark's mouth. He could see a trickle of saliva roll down Mark's cheek and fall in a thin thread. Over the sound of the rolling surf on the rocky shore below Stephan could recognize Mark's muffled moans. Stephan hooked his legs over Mark's shoulders and laid back on the stone deck. Mark could feel the tightness building in Stephan's muscles and knew he would soon cum. He increased the pumping of Stephan's cock with his left hand and did the same to himself with his right. When Stephan came, it was as if all the blood had drained from his body at once, he felt to weak to move. Mark came at the same moment; his cum forming unseen pearls of white that floated through the water. Mark climbed from the pool and the two men embraced in a kiss. Stephan smiled to see a trickle of his cum running down Mark's face, then used his tongue to remove it. They walked with their arms around each other, back into the house. In the darkness, the rooms white walls took on a softer tone. Tom had started a fire in the fireplace before going to bed. The flickering light drew the men to it and they settled in a pile of pillows that lay upon a large hearthrug. They laid together for quite sometime before sleep overtook them. As morning came, they found that Tom had risen before them and had discreetly allowed them to sleep. Mark arose and stood by the window overlooking the pool. Tom's robe was lying on a chair and he could see him swimming laps in the water. He momentarily contemplated putting on a pair of shorts, but elected to remain in his naked state. He walked out onto the terrace to the edge of the pool. Tom stopped in the middle of the pool and greeted him with a hello. "Did you sleep well?" Mark inquired. "Well enough, I should say. The two of you looked comfy" he said with a grin. Mark stretched again, "My muscles are a little stiff, but I did sleep well!" Tom looked past Mark and exclaimed "So happy you could join us this morning, my son." Stephan wandered onto the terrace looking half asleep. He was still naked, of which he seemed unaware. He walked laboriously up to Mark and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Turning to his father he inquired about coffee. "I haven't made any, but if YOU do, I'd like a cup." his father said. "Sleeping on a stone floor is for the dogs." said Stephan as he rubbed his sore back. "What were we thinking?" "Ah, stop your whining," said Mark, "after breakfast I'll give you a nice massage." "Well, maybe I can get one of those." Tom said with enthusiasm as he climbed out of the pool. He too was naked, his body appeared robust in the morning sun. "And I'll tell you what, how about you two making coffee and I'll fix something to eat?" Mark turned to watch Tom enter the house, eyes fixated on his incredible backside. "God, your father is such a stud! If he walks around here naked all weekend, I doubt I'll be able to keep cock down. I'd sure love to get a piece of that..." Stephan was a little annoyed. "I knew we should have come alone, you'll spend all weekend pining over my father." he said, making his best sad puppy face, then smiling devilishly. "Besides, he's straight" "No man can resist MY charms." Mark said, throwing his hair back then winking at Stephan. "Well," said Stephan, "If you can crack THAT egg, you'll have this cooks admiration." Mark thought for a minute before suggesting they get busy and help with breakfast. After their meal, Stephan rose and said "Don't think me rude, but I'm still dead tired. I'm just going to have a nap on the terrace. Why not wake me in an hour or two?" They agreed, and soon he was sacked out in a lounge near the pool. Mark and Tom cleaned off the table and washed the dishes. They didn't speak until Tom asked "So, Mark, any chance of getting that massage from you?" Mark was momentarily thrown, but answered yes. "Where would you like to do it, in here or out by the pool?" "By the pool sounds marvelous." Tom said. Mark fetched a beach towel and a bottle of oil from his bag. They walked outside and selected a sunny spot opposite the pool from Stephan. With voices low, Mark suggested Tom lay face down on the towel. Tom spread the towel smooth on the terrace and lowered himself to the ground. He was lying with his face looking the other direction. Mark opened a bottle of oil and placed a small amount in the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together, dispersing the liquid evenly across their surfaces. Then cautiously, he leaned over and placed his hands on Tom's shoulders. Mark felt an electric volt as his hands began kneed the beefy muscles. Tom made a short moan of pleasure and said "Good god, this is spectacular! You should do this professional." "Hush, you're suppose to be relaxing." said Mark. He worked slowly and carefully, his hands covering the ample space of Tom's back. He was in wonderful shape for a man of his age, Mark thought. He was reminded of his own father, who has about the same height, though he probably out weighted Tom by 20 pounds. Mark worked for ten minutes on Tom, stopping where his buttocks met his back. He moved to the other end and began massaging Tom's feet. Sensing Tom was about to laugh from the sensation, Mark moved his hands up to his hairy calves. It was evident that he had spent many years in active sport, his legs were solid and powerful. As he moved up the back of Tom's legs, he noticed the slight swirling patterns the hair on his legs made. He hair grew dense in the cleft of his ass, spreading out over the cheeks. >From between his legs, Mark could see his furry ball sack, smashed between his legs and the ground. Mark almost skipped massaging his butt cheeks, but decided to go for it. He could feel the large muscles under the layer of soft flesh. He kneaded them for only a minute before he requested Tom to roll over. "I'm not sure that is such a good idea. I'm embarrassed to say I have a slight problem" Mark quickly understood. Tom had a hardon. "Don't worry Tom. I think most guys get erections when they get a massage." Mark said, not sure if it was true or not, but thought it sounded good. "Even my dad gets a woodie when I give him a back rub." That he said as nonchalantly as possible. "Beside," Mark continued "I get one every time I GIVE a massage." Tom turned his head and looked back at Mark. Indeed, his cock was standing hard and willing. "Well, said Tom, "When in Rome... " And he rolled himself onto his back. His erection was enormous. Mark found himself looking directly at the engorged organ, and not at Tom's face. He was unsure if Tom noticed, but he did add "And what's that old saying... if it feels good..." Mark began to work Tom's pectorals, rubbing the oil through the wispy black hair that covers them. Rather than closing his eyes and relaxing, Tom became to talk. "So, that doesn't bother your father? Being... in front of you?" "No, I guess not." Mark answered. "And you, you're not embarrassed to be in that state? In front of your father?" "No, we're pretty close. We share the view that it's a great part of being a man, the ability to give and receive pleasure." "That's a pretty impressive prick you've have. It looks awfully large, is that a good thing for men like you?" Mark looked perplex and Tom rephrased it: "What I mean is, when you and Steph are together, it's a large penis a help or a hindrance?" "Well, I'd have to say our cocks seems to suit us very well... I'm not sure how else to answer that question." Mark said, not quite believing the course the conversation had taken, and not missing the effect it was having on his cock, which was rock hard. "I hope my questions aren't too personal, but I'm rather curious how this works between you. It must be hard to both receive satisfaction during sex. I mean, how do you get gratification if you're the person administering oral sex. Or if you are on the receiving end of anal sex?" Mark continued with the massage, looking at his hands as he worked. "You straight guys automatically assuming a gay guy can't be getting any enjoyment out of getting fucked in the ass." Mark said. Tom frowned. "This isn't about gay or straight, I'm not into labels. I'm into what gives me pleasure. I assumed it wasn't something pleasurable." "Trust me, it can be very pleasurable." Mark said with a grin. He reached over and took Tom's hard rod into his hand. Stephan's sunglasses shaded his eyes from the bright morning sun. As he awoke from his nap, he felt the heat upon his naked body making his sore muscles relax. He turned his head slightly to the right and was immediately presented with the view of Mark knelling over his father. He lowered his shades to get a better look at what they were doing...