Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2004 15:18:17 -0400
From: nycbottommical@hotmail.com
Subject: My Father's Men-3

Thanks for all the great emails.  I have enjoyed writing so far and will
continue to do so.  All the positive feedback has really made me eager to
continue with this series.  I enjoy using my own experiences as inspiration
for this story.  Also, I get a lot of inspiration from reading other stories
involving fathers and sons so keep writing men.  This story in evolving and
is getting closer to what you men want.  Again, I would love to hear from
any of you with comments about the story and things you would like to see in
the future.  Please feel free to email me at: nycbottommical@hotmail.com.


I was exhausted and couldn't wait to get inside.  I fumbled to find the keys
in my pocket and came out with the piece of paper that Chris had handed me.
I rubbed my aching ass in remembrance of what he had done to me, but it also
brought a smile to my face.  I wondered what I would find inside once I
opened the door- cum packed condoms in the garbage cans, left over underwear
on the sofa, a dildo or two?  I turned the key and opened the door with
caution and I was completely shocked at the state of the house.  Gone was
the smell of the whorehouse.  In its place my father had lit candles and
sprayed potpourri.  When I had left the house pillows had been thrown on the
ground and there were beer bottles throughout, but once again, they were
gone.  My father had made the boys clean the house before they left,
probably naked, while my father continued to lounge on the couch in his
jockstrap sipping on his beer.  My father may have taken care of the main
floor, but I doubt he had time to transform the basement.

Once again I couldn't believe what I was looking at.  The basement was
spotless and nothing was out of place.  I was completely amazed that my
father was able to hide that such an event had just taken place in our
family home and it made me think that this probably wasn't the first time he
had hosted "guests" in our home when my mother and I were away.  I looked
around the room and memories came back to me- where the blond boy had been
in a sling and what my "straight" father had done on the pool table.  The
cleanup job wasn't all that successful.  I could still spot cum marks on the
green felt.

Upstairs things were normal as well.  My room was the way I had left it this
afternoon, when I spied on dad in his bedroom, and a window had been opened
to get rid of the fuck smell.  I wouldn't have minded the fuck smell
remaining in the room, since it was my ass that had gotten nailed earlier
and it would have brought back really good memories.  I was tired and needed
to rest.  My best friend Sean would be coming over later to hang with me so
I decided to catch some sleep now since I probably wouldn't get any with
Sean around.  I threw off my clothes and tossed them into the hamper, but
was careful to remove Chris' number.  I was just too exhausted to do
anything and I plopped down onto my bed, wearing just my jock.  I woke up a
few hours later to a tall figure at the end of my bed.  My father, now
dressed in a suit, touched my leg.

"Tough game tonight kiddo? Who won?"

"Not exactly," there was no need to lie to my father, since he would find
out eventually that I didn't play in the game.  "I wasn't feeling that well
tonight so I decided to sit it out on the bench."

"Sick?  How do you feel now," my father asked, looking concerned, and placed
his hand on my forehead, "You still feel a bit warm, want me to get you
anything?"

"Nah, thanks Dad.  I'm feeling better now, I'm just exhausted."  This was
the first time I had seen my father since he had been with all those men and
I couldn't help the fact that I had more admiration and love for him.

"Ok son, I understand.   I'll come back and check on you in a few minutes.
I had a really exhausting day myself and I need to take a shower."  He went
into the bathroom that separated our two bedrooms and started the shower.
The door hadn't shut completely and I could see my father begin to undress.
His dress shirt came off followed by the wife beater.  His pants were
lowered and before he took off the jock he was wearing, he stood in the
mirror and flexed a little.  I loved seeing him move his muscles because his
bubble butt would flex as well, which made it very hard for me to
concentrate and sleep.  My father simply had the body of a god and I would
worship it forever!

The running water seemed to wake me up from my exhaustion and all I could
think about was the naked figure in that shower.  I didn't want to fall
asleep and needed to spend as much time as I could with my father.  My
father was a careful man I was sure that nothing else would be taking place
at our home this evening, but wasn't sure that my father was finished.  I
looked over at the clock at it was only 10:00 PM, plenty of time to still go
out.

I got up out of bed and put some sweats on, as well as a tank.  My father
was getting out of the shower himself so I decided not to leave my bedroom
so I could sneak a peak at his naked body.  His body was mostly hidden from
behind the door, but his cock was soo large that it jutted out from the door
in all its glory.  It didn't stay that way all that long because my father
was quick to cover up with a towel and go into his room.  On many occasions
I would sit in my parent's room as my dad got dressed and would make small
talk with him and I decided this might be a good time to do it as well.  I
went into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hey, I thought you were tired," he smirked as he slipped on some clean
underwear underneath his towel.  I noticed that the underwear was not a
casual pair of tighty whities, but something you would put on if you knew
you would be getting laid and you knew that portion of your body would be
seen.

"Couldn't sleep and I wanted to talk with you.  You have been working soo
much lately that I barely get to spend anytime with you anymore."

"I'm sorry about that Mical," and he looked into my eyes, "you mean the
world to me and I promise to make this up to you.  Work has kept me busy for
awhile, but once this is over I will make it up to you."


"You going out dad?"

"Yeah, since your mom is gone I'm going to take advantage of the situation
and join some friends down at the bar for some beer.  What about you kiddo?
It's not like you to be home on a Friday night without a date.  Where are
your ladies?"

"Just not in the mood tonight. Sean is coming over and we're going to hang."

"Yeah I know, sometimes those ladies can be exhausting.  I remember the days
when I was just like you and had all the girls in high school chasing after
me.  Sometimes you just need to hang with your buds.  Enjoy it because it
won't last forever."  I had always thought my father as a happily married
man, but there was a slight hint of regret and sadness in that last comment.
  My father went over to his closet and grabbed a pair of form fitting jeans
and a black t-shirt.  The jeans looked painted on, as did his t-shirt, and
the clothing wasn't leaving anything to the imagination.  He splashed on
some cologne, grabbed his wallet and looked down at me.

"You sure you're ok?  You seem bothered by something?"

"I'm ok dad, everything is cool." just then my father's cell rang and he
picked it up from the bed.  He looked at the number and smiled.

"Hey son, I gotta take this call.  I'll meet you downstairs in a few
minutes."

"Ok."  I made my way out of the bedroom, but didn't make my way downstairs.
Instead I went back into my room and hid against the door to the bathroom.
Luckily my father hadn't latched the bathroom door into his own room and I
could hear his conversation almost perfectly.

"I'm just about ready to leave, Randy is coming over to pick me up.  I'm
heading down to the Manhole for a few hours, and after that I'm not sure
where the night will take me."  The Manhole wasn't you average corner bar.
The Manhole was a rough, leather, S&M bar, which was popular with "daddy"
types.  I had researched the place online and the owners had invited me to
come down and be the "entertainment" for the night.  I could never seem to
work up enough courage to do that, even though I had thought about it.

"I'm insatiable today, I need more pussy," to which my father laughed and
hung up the phone.  I quickly left my room and made it downstairs before my
father would have noticed.  I sat down on the sofa in our family room, which
was at the front of the house, and picked up a magazine.

"I'll only be gone a little bit Mical, but you should be in bed by the time
I get home.  Don't forget you told your grandma you'd take her to run
errands tomorrow while your mom is gone." I had completely forgotten the
promise that I had made, but I would have to do it.  Two cars arrived at our
house simultaneously and the first person to get out was Sean.  My father
answered the door, and with a super sexy smile, let Sean in.

"How have you been Sean," my dad asked.  Sean stepped into the entryway.

"Very well Mr. Manchester."

"You look like you've been working out hard"

"You too Ric."  That was the first time I had ever heard any of my friends
call my father by his nickname.

"Show some respect.  It's Mr. Manchester, sir, or..." without finishing this
sentence they both had a good laugh.  It was a private joke between the two
of them and it was obvious they didn't want me to hear the rest.

Sean was a very attractive, all American boy.  Sean was 17 and a year older
than me in school, although we had always been best friends.  He stood about
6'2, and was about 185 lbs of pure muscle.  Sean was what people call a "gym
rat" and spent many hours each day at the gym, in fact, he was one of my
father's lifting buddies.  It was my father who introduced me and Sean to
weightlifting when we just started sports and Sean soon excelling at
lifting, as he did at everything else.  Sean was an all state quarterback
and was being recruited already by some prestigious schools. Even if he
didn't go for football he would definitely go because of academics.  Sean
had nearly scored a perfect 1600 on his SATs.   Sean was not only attractive
and smart, but he was one nice guy and I was lucky to have a friend like
him.  In fact, he was more like a brother.

I couldn't help but notice that there was a strange interaction taking place
between Sean and my father.  My father was checking Sean out, and Sean in
turn couldn't stop staring at the big bulge in my father's jeans .  I
stopped thinking that there was anything between the two of them because
Sean had been my best friends since I was very young and my father had been
like a father figure to Sean.  His own father had died when he was very
young and my father had made a promise to Sean's mother that he would help
raise Sean and teach him the "fatherly" and "manly" things that he would
miss.  Sean had told me once that my father was the one that had given him
the "talk" about the birds and the bees.

Before my father had a chance to shut the door another figure emerged at the
door to our house, this would be Randy.  Randy was a little older than my
father, had a mustache like you'd see on a porn star of the 70s and was
completely dressed for the Manhole.  He was wearing a pair of tight leather
pants, a leather vest, and was bare chested.

"Let's roll stud.  I don't want to miss any of the action," Randy belted
out.  My father, upon noticing his attire, pushed him out the door and
followed.

"See you boys later.  Don't stay up too late!"

I couldn't help but watch my father and Randy walk down the drive way, and
either could Sean.  At the car Randy bent my father over the hood and gave
him a few playful pats on his ass.  My father turned around smiling and gave
Randy a huge kiss on his lips.  It was hott!

"Your dad is the best.  He is such a cool dad," Sean piped in.

"Yes, I am very lucky."  I turned the television on, grabbed a couple of
beers from the fridge, and Sean and I bummed out and watched whatever we
could on the tube.  I couldn't help but think about what Sean had said about
me being lucky.  Like Sean said, I was lucky to have a father like I did,
but I didn't feel soo lucky at the moment.  It seemed everyone else was
having fun with my father except for myself.

I think Sean and I drank too much, or something, because we both passed out
on the couch watching a DVD.  The next thing I knew a car was honking loudly
as it left our driveway and my father was staggering in.  It was obvious he
had had a lot to drink, but my father could hide it well.  My mother tried
to get him to stop drinking once they had gotten married and I had been
born, so my father learned how to hide it well.  My father was not clothed
in the same manner he was when he left.  The black tee was no where to be
seen and he was completely bare-chested.
"What are you boys doing up so late?  Come on, get up and go to bed."  I
looked over at the clock on the wall and it was past 4 AM, which was late
for my father.   My father turned off the DVD and pulled each of us up off
the couch.  I got up and made my way upstairs and Sean followed me.  We said
our good nights and I went to my room and Sean went into the guest room.  We
had many spare bedrooms in our home, and since Sean was like family he had
just adopted one of the rooms as his own.

"Night Mical, and goodnight Mr. Manchester."

"Sleep tight boys."

I shut the door to my room and heard my father turn on the TV in his room.
It had been an amazing day and I was ready to go to sleep and wished that
the next would be just as exciting.  Once my head hit my pillow, I was out.
At some point in the night I had to get up and use the bathroom.  My cock
was still numb from all the rubbing and use that it had gotten out of the
past day.  I flushed the toilet and decided to check in on my father because
I always found him sexy as he slept.

I carefully opened the door to his room, making as little noise as I could
manage.  My eyes had a hard time adjusting to the darkness but I noticed one
thing, my father wasn't in his bed.  Not only was his big body not in the
bed, but I couldn't hear his breathing as well.  My father was notorious for
breathing loudly when he slept, especially after he had drank too much.
Because of what had happened during the day, I am sure my father was up to
his old tricks, or better yet, he was doing his old tricks.

I made my way out into the hallway and noticed that there wasn't a light
coming from anywhere on the third floor.  I crept downstairs to the main
level and once again there wasn't any light or any sound.  I made my way
into the kitchen to pour myself some milk before I headed back to bed when I
noticed light talking and moaning coming from the basement.  My father was
obviously at it again and I didn't want to miss a thing. The stairs leading
to our basement had a very high railing, which was very easy to hide behind
without being noticed.  I only made it a few inches down into the basement
before I heard two very familiar voices:

"That's it Sean, nice and easy, just like I taught you."  There on the couch
was my naked father, seated, with my best friend sitting on his lap, facing
him, riding up and down on my father's cock.  Sean was balancing his huge
muscular frame on my father's thick 10 inches and was doing a good job.  He
was moving slowly and taking the whole thing up his ass with ease.  My
father had indeed taught him well.

"It's been soo long son, but you haven't forgotten a thing."

"Thanks daddy, you're a great teacher," and with that Sean bent his head
forward and my father gave him a deep, hard kiss.  Hearing another man call
my father "daddy" once again made me jealous, and it was my best friend who
was doing it.  My best friend in the whole world had been fucking with my
own father and I was soo jealous.  I was also jealous when I saw just how
much pleasure Sean was giving my father.  My father's face had a smile on it
a mile wide and it was obvious that he was enjoying himself immensely.
Their bodies moved in a perfect motion, like a well oiled machine.  My
father's hips and cock rose up to meet Sean each and every time he lowered
and raised himself on the piece of meat.  Unlike the other activities my
father had engaged in this evening, the fuck was slow, rhythmic, and
passionate.  There was a lot of eye contact between the two men and my
father grabbed Sean around the waist and brought him in closer.

"Damn boy, I just can never get enough of your ass.  Ooohhh, ahhhhhh, it
feels soooooo good."

"This ass is yours anytime you want it."

"I'm going to take it right now boy," my father got up and bent Sean over
the side of the couch so he could fuck him doggy-style.  My father was
playing with Sean's ass, teasing it and slapped it hard with his thick cock.

"Mmmmpphh, please sir, don't tease me any longer.  I HAVE TO HAVE THAT COCK
BACK IN ME RIGHT NOW," Sean screamed out.  My father didn't need any more
convincing and drove his cock into Sean's tight hole all the way.  At this
point Sean turned his head around to see my father fuck him, but caught me
watching from the stairs instead.  Sean gave me a quick smile and went back
to the fuck that my father was giving him.  Sean had just seen me and went
back to bottoming like nothing had happened, without saying anything to my
father.  The fucking was amazing.  My father wasn't using brutal aggressive
strokes, but long passionate ones.  My father was making every attempt
possible to give Sean as much pleasure as he could, and I am sure he was
hitting Sean's prostate from the sounds Sean was making.

"Ooohhh my gosh, ooooooooooooooo mppphhmmmm, ooooooooo, ahhhgrrrrrr, you are
a god, oooohhhh, make me your bitch, oohhhh, fuck, yessss...s..." I couldn't
help but wonder if Sean was playing this up for me since he knew I was
watching.

"That's right son, you're my bitch, my whore, but I love you."  I couldn't
believe what I had just heard.  My father loved Sean?  The fact that my
father fucked men for sexual gratification was one thing, but the fact that
he could love some of them was another.  I closely watched the fuck that was
taking place.  Sweat was pouring from my father's body down onto Sean's back
and my father seemed to hold his cock deep into Sean's ass after each
stroke.  It seemed to go on like this for a while, before Sean started
writhing from beneath the weight of my father.

"Ooohhh, oooooh, I'm gonna cum," and with that my father pulled him up, held
him in his arms tight, "Oooooh, here is cummmmss,,ooooooo, ahhhhh.
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."  I had jacked off with Sean on many
occasions but I had never seen him shoot sooo much and soo hard.

"That was really good boy, really good," my father replied.  "Now get your
mouth on my cock and drain the cum out of me."  Sean's head was placed in my
father's hands and he was bobbing up and down on my father's cock like a
hungry cock starved little whore.  "Mmmmmm, that's perfect son, really
perfect, it feels soooo fucking great, soooo, ahhhhh...aoooooo, ooooo yea,
ooooogggggs, cum on boy, ahhhhhhhhhh yesa, you like sucking daddy don't ya?'
  Sean shook his head in approval.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," filled the air as my father
moaned at the top of his lungs and was obviously shooting a huge load of cum
into Sean's mouth.  Sean tried to drink it all down, but it was just too
much.  He couldn't help but loose some of it outside of his mouth.

"You are such a good son Sean.  You make your daddy really happy."

"Thanks daddy, I've always tried to please you in any way I can. They day
you adopted me as your son was the happiest in my life."

"Ok, lets head upstairs before Mical finds out," to which Sean smiled.  I
ran up the stairs as fast as I could and jumped into bed, soon after Sean
came up the stairs with my father close behind.

"I'll be right in Sean, I just want to check in with Mical." My father
patted Sean on the ass and opened my bedroom door.  I shut my eyes to
pretend that I had been sleeping, but noticed that my father smiled down on
me and then heard my father close the door.  I waited for a minute and then
snuck into the bathroom to get a closer look.  There in my father's bed was
Sean, hardly tired, and wide awake.  My father was moving towards him with a
leacherous look.  They engaged in some heavy kissing before my father
finally said:

"Kiddo lets get some sleep."  Sean snuggled up to my father's chest, shut
his eyes and began to sleep.  My father gave him one last kiss and turned
Sean on his side so he could "spoon" him during the night/early morning.  I
think it just felt more normal for my father to have his cock up against
Sean's hot ass.

My alarm went off at 8:00 the next morning and I needed to get ready quickly
because I had promised my grandmother I would take her shopping at 9:00.  I
got my ass out of bed and made my way into the bathroom to take a shower.
As soon as I started running the water I heard talking coming from my
father's room.

"...after that fuck I have to piss real bad..." is the only thing I heard from
their conversation and the door opened.  When my father spotted me already
in the bathroom he shut the door to his room and smiled at me.

"Morning champ."

"Morning dad."

"Thanks for running errands with your Grandma this morning.  Your mom and I
really appreciate it.  She's getting older and loves spending time with you
son.  You and Sean have fun last night?"

"I guess so.  We both fell asleep soo quickly after you left last night.
Did you have a good night."

"Yeah, drank a few too many and was really tired when I came home.  You want
me to fix you something to eat."

"Sure.  I'll be down after my shower."  I got into the shower and heard my
father piss.  Our shower curtain was a clear material and I could slightly
see the outline of that mammoth cock.  Just thinking about my dad gave me
morning wood and I had to jack off right there in the shower.  I got out,
got dressed and went down to join my father for breakfast.  While I was in
the bathroom I had noticed that Sean had passed out and was soundly
sleeping.  He had obviously been fucking with my father again.

As I hit the bottom of the stairs I could smell the breakfast cooking from
the kitchen.  Along with his other many talents my father was a great cook.
I only had a few minutes before I had to leave, but wanted to spend a few
quality minutes with my father.  My father was sitting at the table reading
the paper and drinking his coffee.  He was wearing his eye glasses, which
always made him look soo handsome and intellectual.

"I'll be back this afternoon, can we do something dad?"

"I'd like that son."

"Cool," and I swallowed the last stack of pancakes my father had made for
me.  I got up from the table and said, "gotta wake Sean up."

"That's ok Mical, let him sleep."  I had said this to slightly test my
father and to see how he would react.  He played it cool like there was
nothing wrong.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to leave the house knowing Sean
was still there, this time alone with my father.  I was soo jealous of the
things he was doing with my father and the relationship that they had.  I
knew they would resume fucking as soon as I left, but, what could I do.
Sean was one lucky kid!

"Ok dad," I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out the door, "I'll see
you later this afternoon."

To be continued...