Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2006 16:19:30 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: REUNITED WITH DAD-2

(Note to readers; this is the sequel to "dad's drinking buddies" from
apr-2005)

REUNITED WITH DAD-2
Danny

 I drove slowly up the street of my parent's house, and saw my dad
working in the yard. He was tightening down the ropes on the logs he'd
stored beside the house for the fire-place during the winter months after
having racked the fall leaves. He didn't notice me as I drove by. I was
surprised to see how much he hadn't changed. After all, it'd been 10
years since I last saw him, but he still looked in relatively good shape
as he ducked back into the house.

 I pulled the car into park on the street, then walked up the front walk
towards the door. I felt my heart beating a thousand miles per minute as
I took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. I stood there nervously,
wondering how our union would be. Would he be happy to see me, or
disappointed?

"Yes?" he said as he opened the door. Our eyes met, and a spark of
recollection came to his face. "Danny...?" he asked as if in question.

"Hi, dad." I smiled, having grown my hair long (shoulder length) and a
mustache and goatee since he last saw me.

"Hey, son! How are you?" he asked happily, grabbing and hugging me
tightly in the door frame. "I can't believe you're here! Why didn't you
call and tell me you were coming?" he asked, pulling away and inviting me
inside.

"I dunno. I just..." ...really didn't have an answer.

"Whatever! I'm glad to see you!" he said, closing the door. "Did you eat
yet? Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink?"

"A beer?" I asked.

"A beer it is." he smiled, heading towards the kitchen. I walked into the
living room, which had been completely refurnished while Jillian (my step
mom) was living here. "Here you go." he said, handing me a brew. "How
long have you been here? When did you arrive?"

"Just now. I came down for Kevin's wedding." I said, sitting down on the
couch.

"So you've heard?" asked dad, taking a seat in what used to be his
favorite chair.

"Yes. I heard." I said sullenly as I thought about Kevin (my ex-lover).
"I've been...driving around town, getting used to it again."
 Dad leant forward in the chair, his face suddenly saddening.

"You know son...I never meant for you to stay away so long...it's just,
Jillian was a demanding pain in the ass."

"She was a bitch! And I told you so." I declared.

"Yeah, well...she's not here any longer. And you're welcomed to stay
here, or visit, as long as you want."

"Thanks dad." I smiled, happy to hear him confirm Jillian's exile.
 Sitting across from him, I now had a close up view of dad's face. He was
still attractive, even 10 years older. I could see crows feet around his
eyes and gray hair starting to creep into his temples, but I thought he
still looked as good (if not hotter) than he did back then. Looking at
him stirred a lot of old feelings and memories. Memories of him naked.

"So...where's Alison? Did you bring her with you?" he asked, referring to
my live-in girlfriend of 6 years.

"We, uh...we broke up dad." I said sadly.

"Aww, sorry to hear that, son. What happened?" asked dad, concerned.

"Nothing..." I said, debating how deep I should go into explanations.
"She just caught me...cheating on her." I explained, -leaving out the
fact that it was with a man instead of another woman.

"Oh, Danny..." dad sighed with disappointment. "I thought you two were
getting serious."

"I know, dad. I messed up. Big-time." I said, trying to sound sad. Truth
was, breaking up with Alison was the best thing to ever happen to me. I
met her during my college years (after Kevin and I broke up during the
first year of school). We dated for awhile, then moved in together. I
confess that I may have been using Alison to try to deny my true
sexuality. She knew nothing of my past as the "gay whore of Springdale",
or of my real relationship with Kevin and how DEEP it went. I seriously
thought moving away from home and finding a girlfriend would make me
straight! That so long as no one knew of my past, that my future was mine
to dictate.
 I should've known better.

"So, son...how long you here for?" asked dad, changing the subject for
me.

"Well I...I really didn't make any plans." I confessed. "I...didn't know
how I would be received."
 Dad looked hurt.

"You're my son, Danny! You ALWAYS have a place here with me!" he
insisted, making me blush like a school girl. Dad slapped me
affectionately on the knee, then suggested I go up and check out my old
room while he ordered us a large pizza with sausage, pepperoni, and
mushrooms.
 I went upstairs, not knowing what I'd find. Jillian had made it
perfectly clear that I was not welcomed here while she lived here, it
wouldn't surprise me if she hadn't turned my old bedroom into a dressing
room, or god forbid a nursery! So imagine my surprise when I opened the
door to find my old room looking exactly the way I left it when I was 18.
The same bed spread, the same curtains, the same desk, posters.
Everything!

"Looks exactly the same, doesn't it?" asked dad, standing in the door way
behind me.

"Yeah...wow..." was all I could say as I imagined all the times my
friends snuck in through my bedroom window at night to fuck me up the ass
while dad was asleep in his room.

"Yeah...Jillian wanted to turn this into a guest room, but I refused."
said dad, looking around nostalgically.

"You know she never really liked me, dad." I said, factually.

"Oh, she liked you son...she just...she never had children. She didn't
understand the bond fathers have with their sons." explained dad.

"Especially OUR bond." I reinforced, referring to our incestial affair.
 Dad looked at a loss for words.

"Well...that was a long time ago, Danny. We've both grown since then." he
said, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked towards the door. I
stopped his stride when I stepped in front of the doorway.

"Do you regret....US, dad?" I asked, bewildered. I promised I wouldn't
bring up our past relationship, but one look at him, and I knew I wanted
to do it all over again.

"That's a hard thing to answer, son." he said while rubbing his chin,
much to my dismay. "I mean...you're my son, and I love you!
But...sometimes I think we went too far. Don't you?"

"I...I guess...." I said weakly, wanting to disagree.

"Come on...let's go get that pizza." dad said, changing the subject again
as he quickly walked out of the room.

 The talk with dad was good, but polite. There was no more mention of our
past (as vividly told in "Dad's Drinking Buddies" series). We discussed
women, work, sports and politics. Then dad yawned and went to bed. I was
still wide awake and still a little horny from my encounter at the bar.
The I remembered the bartender (Jon) telling me that he didn't get off
work until 2am. I looked at my watch and noticed how late it was. I
grabbed my car keys from the table, and took off as quietly as possible.
 I arrived at Rosco's at 2:10am. The lights were already out, the door
was locked, and the sign in the window read 'closed'. DAMN, I missed him
-I thought, as I pulled a pack of cigarettes from my jacket and lit
myself a smoke. And I was really in the mood to suck some dick!

 I was contemplating my options (going home to bed), when I noticed a
police car cruise by, then slowly turn up into the parking lot ajacant to
the bar. I didn't think much about it as I continued my smoke, until the
officer got out and shined his flash light on me.

"You! Hey YOU over there...!" he said in a stern tone that startled me. I
threw my cigarette to the ground, then held my hand up to the light.

"Is there a problem, officer?" I asked, hoping this was a routine check
and not the work of the bartender Jon betraying me by calling the cops to
report the cock sucker that ate his dick in the mensroom earlier tonight.

"Dan?" called the officer, in a voice that sounded vaguely familiar. "Dan
McMurphy?"

"Mike?" I asked, when he pulled the light from my eyes. "Michael Becker?"
 He walked over to me in complete uniform, and gave me a big hug on the
street.

"What are you doing here, man?" he asked, stunned. "When did you get into
town?"

"Tonight." I said, looking him up and down. He looked GREAT in uniform,
especially his crotch, which I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of as I
zeroed in on his zipper. Mike seemed to notice, and adjusted his
utility-belt to avert my eyes. "When did you become a cop?" I asked,
looking back into his face.

"About 3 years ago." he said matter of fact like. As kids, Mike was
always the youngest/shortest, a virtual pain in the ass. Now I couldn't
help but see how attractive he'd become as a man. Short chopped blonde
hair, nice medium/stocky build, clean shaven smooth clear face, cute
little button nose...

"Well, I can't get over how great you look!" I said enthusiastically,
looking back down at his crotch and remembering old times. I wondered if
he could still cum 3 times in a row.

"So I take it you've heard about Kevin's wedding?" he asked, walking me
back towards his police car.

"Yeah. I got an invitation through the mail." I said, trying to sound
excited by it. "She must be one lucky girl."

"I always thought YOU two would be together." Mike said, walking beside
me and checking my expression. "You two were practically inseparable when
we were younger!"

"Yeah, well...that was a long time ago Mike." I said sadly, repeating my
dad's early words.

"So what you been up to since?" he asked, sparing my emotions.
"Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Kids?"

"Well after college, I got a good job and settled down with my
girlfriend. We lived together for about 6 years or so before we broke up.
No kids though." I said in a nutshell.

"Oh, sorry to hear that." said Mikey, offering me to get into the
passenger side of his cruiser.

"This is NICE, Mike!" I thrilled, looking at his computer system, radio,
and console. "I've never been in a cop car before! Ever have to shoot
anyone?" I asked, suddenly noticing the gun on his hip.

"No." he responded. "But I've had to draw it a few times." he said
proudly as he settled in the driver's seat after removing his billy club.
"I'm surprised to hear you settled down with a girl." he then added.

"Why's that?" I asked. "You knew I had girlfriends in high school."

"Yeah, but that was before you and Kevin." countered Mike, killing the
lights. "After you two got together, nobody else could get between you."

"Like I said...that was a long time ago."

"So..." he sighed, as if at a loss. "...you still a cock sucker?"

"You know the old saying, man...once a cock sucker, always a cock
sucker!" I smirked, watching the gleam in his eyes grow. "How bout
yourself?"

"Well I've had to chill out some since getting on the force." he
admitted. "But there are a few places I know to go when I need a quick
one, -or two."

"Really? Sounds intriguing. Maybe you can show me around sometime before
I leave."

"Would love to." smiled Mikey, reaching down to grope his crotch (same
ole Mike ;-) ).

"What about any of the ole gang? What about your brother Tommy, and his
friends? How are they doing?"

"Tommy's in the State Pen for armed robbery."

"Oh man...I didn't know that." I said.

"Yeah. I had to arrest him MYself. Was the hardest thing I ever had to
do." recalled Mike, sadly. I couldn't imagine having to arrest your own
brother! Talk about an awkward situation.

"What about Kalif, Chris, Shawn, and Berry? They still around?" I
inquired.

"Kalif's became a male stripper after school. Now he owns a female strip
club on the outskirts, and has a couple kids with this black chick he
married. Chris manages a trucking company. Berry got married and moved.
And Shawn's a teacher at our old high school. Old mr Kennison's the
principle now."

"Kennison?" I asked, thinking back at how my old english teacher used to
take turns fucking me with his adult friends back at my father's favorite
bar. Now he runs a school full of horny teens. He must be in pig heaven
these days.

"Do you ever hear from Eric? I heard he went PRO after college, then hurt
himself during his second year."

"Yeah. Fucked up how he nearly loss everything." said Mikey. "I also read
in the paper how his "Sports Illustrated Model" wife split on him,
leaving him with a bunch of bills and credit card debts. That's fucked
up."

"You think he'll be at the wedding?" I asked, curiously.

"IF he even knows about it..." remarked Mike. "Who knows?"

"What about this girl Kevin's marrying? Anyone I know?" I asked, changing
the subjuct.

"Just some girl he's been dating since....well, since you two broke up."
said Mike.

"Do yall still get together? As friends I mean." I inquired.

"Not really. We've all gone our separate ways. Got our own lives to live.
We run into each other every now and then, but its not like it was when
we were young." said Mikey, some what saddened. "Every now and then I get
a call from Kalif's club for a disturbance, but he has his own guards
there."
 I watched him slowly caressing his hardon which he had now pulled out of
his fly. Without being invites, I leaned over and took it into my mouth.
Mikey sighed softly as my throat opened and my lips nestled into his
zipper.

"Wow Danny, you never lost any of your skills while you were living with
that chick." he cooed, grabbing my head and grinding my face into his
lap.
 Mike was right, I never lost ANY of my skills while with Alison. I tried
to be a man, to be faithful to her, but I always found myself somewhere
on my knees worshipping some hot jock's cock in some sleazy shady bar or
peepshow booth in the city. I thought living with a woman would cure me
of my desires for men, but all it did was make me realize how much more I
wanted to be with them.

 Mike released his grip on my head, allowing me to slide my lips up his
shaft. I sucked at his steel hard cock, feeling it pulse between my lips
before diving back down on it. He moaned quietly as he began to thrust up
at me. His grip tightened on my head as he started to thrust up into my
throat while shoving my head down into his lap. It only took a few
minutes of throat action before he was spewing his load into my mouth.
 He must have really needed that.

"Damn...!" he sighed as I cleaned his dick with my mouth. "...just like
old times!"
 Once he was done emptying his load, he pulled me up from his lap. I
thought our encounter was over, until he reached over and unzipped MY
pants. I watched Mikey lick his lips in anticipation when my cock popped
into view. Then he smiled and leaned over and took me inside his mouth,
swallowing me whole in one gulp.

"Looks like you've never lost your skills either!" I said, as he buried
my cock in his throat then sucked his way back up to the head.
 I leaned back in my seat, looking out the window of the police cruiser
while getting blown by an officer. It was wild! Mikey was still an
accomplished cock sucker as well. I suddenly wondered where he goes to
find his action? If his brother Tommy was still fucking him before he
went to prison? Was he still "doing" Kalif, Chris, and Shawn?
 I closed my eyes and enjoyed the head-job Mike was giving me, his wet
lips and throat taking me completely into his mouth with each stroke. I
could hear the wet slurping noises his mouth made as it slithered slickly
up and down my shaft. Suddenly I heard him gasp and moan as my cock
erupted, filling his mouth with my first load of the day.

"UGH!" I heard him gag before he swallowed down my cream.

"Wow!" I whispered after I finished orgasm. "I've never been blown by a
cop before."

"That's what everybody says." smiled Mikey, licking the last of my juice
from his lips. "I'll have to take you on patrol with me sometime, show
you around."

"Sounds like fun!" I said, getting out of the car. Mikey turned on the
car lights, and started the engine.

"You're staying at your pops house, right?" he asked, rolling down the
window.

"Yeah."

"Kevin's bachelor's party isn't until saturday night, what's say me and
you hang out tomorrow? I'll take you to some of the best cruise spots."

"Sounds good, man. You know where to reach me!"
 Mike waved as he pulling out of the lot and drove slowly down the block
on patrol. I walked back to my car, and drove back to my dad's house.
Knowing Mikey, I'd need all the rest I could get for tomorrow night!