Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2002 23:56:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stripper!, Part 2

STRIPPER!

Part 2

By Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)

Read all of Pete's stories in
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The next day we actually started to move in to our
cabin.  Once we had it cleaned up it was quite nice
actually - a big living  room with a kitchen corner
and a huge open stone fireplace, and two big bedrooms
with a bathroom between them.  Outside we were right
at the edge of a small belt of trees, and the back
yard was completely secluded.  Someone had built a hot
tub just outside the door, and dad said that he'd been
able to make it work.

We spent all day shuttling backwards and forwards with
 our things from the motel, and collecting all the
furniture we had bought in the stores.  It was really
hard work doing the cleaning and assembling the
flat-pack furniture, and dad and I toiled away side by
side.

We stopped at lunch time to grab a sandwich, and dad
offered me a beer to go with it.  I was a bit
surprised by this as he normally didn't let me drink
alcohol, but as we sat there on the back porch, side
by side, feeling the sun on us and our sweat drying,
dad said "Steve, son, I'm really proud of the way
you're working today with me to fix this place up for
us.  I want us both to have a good life here - I'm
going to work really hard down the mine to make money,
and I want you to get stuck in hard at your school
work:  you really have to get high grades now if
you're going to go to a decent college - and you must
do that if you want a good life later, and not be
stuck like your dad doing labouring for the rest of
his life.  So do you promise me you're going  to
really try....?"

"Sure, dad."  I felt so proud at being able to have
this sort of talk with dad.

"No, Steve, I mean it.  I shall expect you to really
work at school, just as hard as I'm working down the
mine.  And that means, amongst other things, coming
straight back here from school and no hanging around
with the girls, idling your time away.  And no
thinking constantly about how you're going to get that
dick of yours up some little trollop - I want your
mind focused on work, not sex!  So there's to be no
dating - understand?  You just work away, then come
home and study some more.  Agreed?"

"But dad, it's not natural.  A guy of my age needs
sex....   And, anyway, I can't come home immediately
every night, as there are practices that Coach
arranges...."

"No buts, Steve!  It is perfectly natural not to fuck
girls until you want to breed.  But of course you can
stay for team practices, but then, straight home, and
on with your assignments!  Understood?"

"Well.... Yes, dad."

"Good! Now, one other thing.  We're two guys living
alone here in this cabin.  I want us to be like
buddies, rather than father and son.  We have an equal
say in how things are run, and do an equal share of
the work around the place.  Is that OK?"

"Sure thing, dad!".  I felt really like a man now,
with dad wanting me to be his buddy.  Dad smiled at
me, and put his strong hairy arm on my shoulder and
pulled me close.  I got the intoxicating smell of his
masculine body, damp from the work we had been doing.

"Good man, Steve.  I know we' re going to get along
just fine together.  And it will be good to have a
really close buddy again, just a I did in the
Marines."

We did eventually finish that night, at about 9
o'clock, and on his last trip out from the town dad
bought take away pizza and we sat eating it together
on the porch, watching the sunset and having a beer
with it.  It felt so good, just being with dad.

"OK, Steve.  Time to turn in."

"But dad, it's only nine...."

"Yes, but you've got your first day at your new school
tomorrow, and I've got to start at the mine.  So let's
turn in.  Which bedroom do you fancy?  The one on the
right or the one on the left of the bathroom?"

Both of the two bedrooms were about the same size, so
I said, without thinking about it much at all, "Oh,
the one on the right."

I went into it and started to undress, then went and
took a shower, then came back and got into the bed
wearing clean boxers, as usual.  Both rooms had double
beds, as dad had said there was room, and it was
sensible to have somewhere for guests to stay.

I heard dad showering, then he came into my room,
naked.  I looked at his muscled, hairy body and hoped
that I would turn out to be as much of a hunk as he
was one day.  To my amazement, though, he didn't say
"goodnight" or anything before going to the other
room, but threw back the covers on my bed and got in
by the side of me.

As he did so, he looked at me lying there, and
grunted: "Son, get those boxers off.  Real men sleep
naked.  It isn't good for you to constrict your balls
in hot, sweaty underwear - men were intended to sleep
naked."

"Dad, I thought you said I could have the room on the
right."

"This is the room on the right, son.  I said which
room did you prefer - and this is it.  I didn't care
which room we had, so I let you choose."

"So we're going to share this room, dad?"

"Sure, son, why not?  There's only the two of us here,
this is a good double bed, and it will be much easier
if we keep the other room entirely for guests.  That
way it will always be fresh and clean if anyone drops
by.  And we only have one set of sheets to wash for
ourselves....  There's nothing wrong with sleeping in
bed with your dad, is there?"

I couldn't think of anything to say.  I wanted to say
things like "how am I going to jerk off now?" And "But
I've always had my own room..."  But one sounded too
sexy, and the other sounded as if I was complaining.
So I just said nothing, and lay there.

"Come on, Steve - off with those boxers!  I told you,
real men sleep naked.  And we agreed earlier on we'd
treat each other as buddies - not like father and son.
 A couple of buddies would sleep together in the same
bed, wouldn't they?"

I didn't know what to say.  I'd never had a really
close buddy before, but I knew dad had in the marines,
so he must know what he was talking about.  I sort of
mumbled "yes, dad", and reached down, pulled my boxers
down over my hips, and sort of shuffled my legs so I
could get them over my feet.  I dropped them onto the
floor.  It would have been easier, I guess, to have
got out of bed and stripped, but somehow I didn't want
dad to see me naked then, as I knew I had a huge
hard-on.

I lay there on my side of the bed, not touching dad,
then he turned over, and shuffled right up close to
me.  My back and ass were cupped against dad's chest
and body, and then he put his arm over my body.  I
could feel the hot warmth of him against me, the hairs
on his chest pushing into my back,  and those on his
arms lying against my ribs and my chest.

"Are you happy lying on that side, Steve?"

 Actually, I was.  I always sleep on my right side,
and that's the way I'd been turned when dad had come
right close to me.  So I mumbled something about being
OK.

"Good.  Now, you're still a bit shorter than me.
So.... ",   Dad pushed his right arm out under my
head, keeping his left arm around me.  "Rest your head
on my arm, not on the pillow.  It's really important
to work out how you're going to sleep with your buddy,
else we'll both be tossing and turning all night
trying to get comfortable."

I shuffled down the bed a bit, and rested my head on
dad's muscular bicep.  In spite of him coming out of
the shower only a couple of minutes age, I could smell
the male, animal smell of his body in his armpit as it
was so close to me.

Then I felt his legs moving around mine, and he sort
of pushed at me until one of his legs was between
mine, and his other was on top of my top leg.  His
dick must have been right up against my ass now, as my
ass felt so hot and I thought I could feel his wiry
pubes pressing into the skin of it.

"OK, son?"

"Yes, dad...."

"Look, son, you don't sound very sure.  Don't you like
sleeping like this, with me cupped up against you?
You know the nights can get very cold here in New
Mexico, and we'll both appreciate the warmth of each
other..."

"Well, dad... It's just that... Well, I've never been
this close to another guy before....  And...."

"And what, Steve?"

"Oh, dad, I don't know... It's just that... Well....
It doesn't seem right somehow."

"What's not right?"

"Well... You and me, father and son, naked together
like this."

"Look, Steve, there's nothing wrong with a father and
son being close. And, anyway,  in our case, we said
we'd treat each other like buddies.  I've been up
close, naked, like this, with most of my buddies when
we've just taken one motel room on a weekend pass.  So
what's your problem?"

I couldn't think of anything to say, and, truth is, it
did actually feel good to be close to dad like this,
specially when we'd been working together all day.  So
I just mumbled "Good night, dad", he mumbled the same
thing back, and I lay there feeling his warmth, the
moistness of his sweat against me, and the male scent
coming from both of us.

But I couldn't get to sleep.  I don't know why.  I
suppose it's because I'd always slept by myself.  And
I shuffled and moved - when you're not used to
sleeping with a partner, you don't think that any move
you make to get comfortable may disturb them.

After about 20 minutes, dad's hand that had been
resting lightly over my navel moved down, and I could
feel it approaching my pubes.  I was terrified, as I
was sporting a huge hard-on by then as I was used to
jerking myself off to get to sleep.  I could feel his
hand move inexorably downwards, then brush my pubic
hair, and then touch my rock-solid dick.

Dad's fingers groped around a little, then curled
themselves around my dick.  I'd never had another man
touch me before there, and, if anything, it made my
erection even harder.  It almost hurt, so hard was it
straining upwards.

"I guessed as much.  This is why you can't get to
sleep, isn't it, son?" I heard dad say, quietly in my
ear.

"I guess so, dad...."

"Well, we'd better do something about it...."

Dad's hand started to move up and down my dick.  I
gasped - I don't know whether it was the
unexpectedness of it, or the sheer pleasure.  I'd
never had another man jerk me off before, and dad's
big hands with their long fingers were hot against the
taughtly stretched skin of my erect dick.

He stopped for a moment and used his thumb and
forefinger to fully retract my foreskin (unlike most
American guys, neither dad nor I had been cut.  It was
a sort of tradition in our family, I suppose, as on
those odd occasions when I'd seen Uncle Bob in the
shower, I'd noticed that he still had his foreskin,
too).  Then I gasped with an indescribable sensation
as dad quite roughly moved the tip of his thumb over
my piss hole, now lying exposed and moist after its
covering had been pushed back.

"Ahhhhh...."

"OK, Steve, easy!  Enjoying this?"

Dad was now working my dick quite slowly, but gripping
it very firmly.  It felt so good.

"Yes....  Ahhhhh...."   Dad had stopped again and was
teasing my dick head again.

I couldn't help myself.  After only a very few
strokes, I could feel the spunk starting to shoot.

"Oh yes...."

Dad must have felt me start to cum, too, as he said in
a louder voice  "Remember what we said last night.....
Catch it...."

I brought my hand up and, as dad continued to stroke
me gently and firmly, I felt myself shooting the most
enormous load.  It was almost as if there was a jet of
water playing over the palm of my hand!

Like most uncut guys my dick head is incredibly
sensitive at the best of times when it's exposed, and
just after I've cum it's at its most tender.  When I'm
jerking myself off I always stop the moment I start to
shoot, but dad didn't.... He kept on stroking.

"Ahhhhhhh".... I was shouting out with a mixture of
pain and pleasure.  I wanted to try to get away from
dad's hand, but I was trapped between his arm and his
muscular body.  All I could do was to try to arch my
back, so pushing myself back into dad even harder.

"Ahhhh......", I cried again, as dad's fingers kept
massaging me.

Dad stopped then, and we lay there together, in
intimate contact.  I was breathing hard, and so was
dad.

"Turn over now, Steve, and face me", dad said.  "Be
careful not to spill that cum - these sheets are new,
remember."

I did, and lay a few inches away from dad.  My own
dick had gone down now, but dad was fully erect - I
felt the tip of it just touch my thigh.

Dad got hold of my wrist, and carefully pulled my hand
towards his mouth.  Then I felt his rough, hot tongue
scrape over the palm of my hand as he sucked up the
cum I had shot.

He gave a contented sigh, then, still holding my
wrist, moved it down so that my hand was resting on
his dick.

"OK, son.  Return the favour....", dad said.

I'd never touched another guy's dick before, and a few
days ago I could never have even imagined that the
first dick I would feel other than my own would be my
dad's!  With no experience, I didn't know what to
expect.  Your own dick always feels slightly cool, I
think - it's not as warm as the rest of your body,
hanging there alone.  But dad's felt so hot to my
touch.  It felt so thick as I curled my fingers around
it - no, not thick, sort of "right" somehow.  Just the
right size, just the right texture, just the right
temperature..... It really felt good.

I didn't hesitate.  I didn't even ask dad anything.  I
just started to move my hands experimentally up and
down his shaft.

I looked into dad's face, and saw that his eyes were
almost completely closed.  As I moved my hand along
and back, there were little smiles and looks of
pleasure, so I knew I must be doing the right thing.
Dad started to breathe deeply, with big gasps of air,
in time to my slow, rhythmical stroking, and his lips
parted slightly.  I kept on and on, then he started to
moan slightly, and the next moment I felt his dick
jerking in my hand as he shot his load.

In spite of apparently being away in some sort of
ecstasy, dad had moved his own hand in and had caught
his load.  He opened his eyes, saw me looking at him,
and moved his hand up towards my mouth.  Unlike the
night before, I didn't even hesitate - I reached out
my tongue and lapped up his cum.  It was so warm and
slimy as it slipped into my mouth, and I felt it
coating my teeth and my tongue.

Dad was delighted - he reached out and hugged me to
him.  His big hairy chest and my well developed but
still adolescent one were pressed close together.  He
wrapped his legs around mine, and I felt cocooned in
the security and warmth he had to offer.

"Good man, Steve.  Now we're really starting to be
buddies."

He moved his face closer to me, and I could feel his
hot breath all over me.  It was fresh and manly,
overlaid by his sweat.  He pressed his lips to mine,
and to my amazement I could feel his tongue pressing
on them.

I kept my mouth closed, and dad pulled back for an
instant and said "Open your mouth, Steve... I thought
you were supposed to be the great lover.... You didn't
just kiss all those girls you fucked,  chastely on the
closed lips did you?"

"No dad, of course...."

I never go the chance to finish the sentence, as dad
pushed his lips back against mine as I was speaking
his hot, wet tongue went into my mouth.

I'd kissed a lot of girls before, and knew what it was
all about.  I loved to force my tongue deep into them
and probe around.  But now dad was doing this to me.
I couldn't help responding, and my own tongue started
to mesh with his.  It was utterly fantastic - to be
doing this with someone who was taking the lead, not
as usual when it was me who was almost forcing the
girls on.  I could taste the slight difference between
his mouth and mine - we had after all been eating the
same things for days now, and his hot spit was mixing
with mine.

Dad pulled out a bit, and then his lips had sandwiched
my lower lip and he was kneading it between them.  His
hot breath flew out of his nostrils into mine.  His
arms pulled me closer to him, and his legs locked with
mine so that our dicks were close together.  Then he
was back fully in my mouth again, our tongues beating
together as we sucked and blew in unison.

We lay there locked like this, kissing, hugging, and
writhing around the bed so that our bodies rubbed each
other and gave us waves of pleasure, for at least ten
minutes.

Then we sort of cooled off, and both lay there,
panting like animals.

"Enjoy that, Steve?"

"Yes, dad."

"Your first lesson, son.  That's what being in bed
with a real buddy is all about - sheer unadulterated
pleasure.  There's a lot further to go, you know...
Think of this as lesson one!"

"Oh dad....   Dad..... I'm worried."

"What about, Steve?"

"Dad... I'm not gay.  And yet...."

"Who said you were gay?"

"Well, jerking you off, kissing, and.... And..... And
enjoying it so much!"

"Son, that's not being gay.  That's being normal.  Two
fit, healthy men, in bed together.. What do you expect
them to do?   I'm not gay either - I made love to your
mom over and over, and we had you, after all.  But
when I enjoy the company of a real buddy, and when the
two of us have the time and opportunity, what's wrong
with giving a buddy a good time?"

"You've done this a lot before, dad?"

"Sure, Steve.  It's perfectly natural.  I had about
eight really good buddies over the years when I was in
the Marines, and after we had been somewhere and gone
to bed together, it made us much closer, much more
able to work together. You don't think all those guys,
who were often married, like me, were gay do you?"

"So what is a gay, dad?"

"I don't think there is such a thing, son.  I think
all men really want to enjoy other men's bodies, but
they're too scared to make the initial move.  So they
hide behind words, and call men who are sufficiently
strong to make their own choices 'gay'.  There's
absolutely nothing wrong with men enjoying each other
- if it was wrong, why do you think the human body is
designed for men to give each other so much pleasure?
When we get onto fucking each other, you'll see that
the dick is the perfect size and shape for the ass
hole."

"But dad, in the bible, on the Church TV stations,
they're always saying that men having sex with each
other is an abomination, or some such.... If God says
it's wrong....."

"Cut the crap, Steve!  It's time you really grew up,
and thought things through.  You're 16 now, not a tiny
kid.  Those TV stations, and the bible, are just for
the uneducated and stupid - for the poor morons who
are incapable of independent thought."

"Look", he went on, "When you were three or four, do
you remember the tooth fairy?  Did you believe in the
fairy leaving a dollar for each tooth that fell out?"

I grinned.  "Sure, of course..."

"And when you were six and seven, did you believe
Santa Claus brought you presents at Christmas.  He
covered the whole of the country in one night,
delivering presents to all the kids...."

"Yes, of course."

"So now you're saying you think some new juju in the
sky, some 'God', is up there saying what you should
and should not do.  Why don't you say 'the tooth fairy
says you should not enjoy another man's dick'.  Why
say 'God says...'?  Both look equally stupid to me".

"But it's in the bible, dad"

"Son, the bible is a pretty fairy story, made up for
the superstitious hundreds of years ago.  You can't
selectively quote bits of it as an authority to say
that sex with men is wrong unless you also say things
like 'men can walk on water', 'virgins can give
birth', 'brothers must marry their dead brother's
wife', 'adulterers should be stoned to death',  and
all the other baggage that comes along with it."

"Don't get me wrong", he continued, "I've got nothing
against Christians.  If the whole world followed their
central belief, that you 'should do unto others as you
would be done unto', I think it would be a better
place generally.  Unfortunately they mix it in with
all this superstitious crap about gods, holy spirits,
and so on, and lose the plot."

"In any case... 'Do unto others as you would be done
unto....'  Sounds good to me - isn't that exactly what
you and I have just been doing?   And there's a lot
more you and I are going to do unto each other as we
get to really know each other.  Now... We've both got
work tomorrow.... Get to sleep!"

Actually, I slept really well.  A good bout of sex,
and the warmth of another body pressed into you, is
just what's needed for a proper night's rest.

End of part 2.  To be continued.