Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2010 23:24:40 -0400 From: Z McGuire Subject: Late Night At Dad's - Part 1 Late Night At Dad's - Part 1 By Zane McGuire zanemcguire@gmail.com UPDATE: Do you want to read the archive of ALL of my hot stories and get a sneak peek at new chapters before they post on Nifty? Want to find out what new stories are in the works and make suggestions for upcoming plots? Join the Erotic Fiction of Zane McGuire group at Google by joining here: http://groups.google.com/group/zanemcguire So... where were we? You guys know me. Well, sort of. In my last story, I told you about the hot seduction scene between myself and my stepfather, Jake, which culminated in him fucking my ass raw. Man, that was one crazy, fucked up night! But it occurred to me that I never got around to telling you my name. See, Jake always called me "Buddy." So some of you got to thinking that must be my name, right? Well, it's not. But, hey, since you guys know me as "Buddy" I figure that's what I'll go by from now on. Work for you? Works for me. So, anyway, I guess I should bring you up to speed. The story of my seduction of Jake happened almost 15 years ago, when I was 21. After that night, things were really tense between us. He sobered up, remembered what had happened and things just got very awkward. It was at least a month or two before he even brought the subject up again, and it was only briefly. He wanted to make sure I was okay, that I didn't feel "taken advantage of" and that I understood it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't have been so drunk. By that point, I was pretty much over the whole thing, so I told him to relax, it was fine, and agreed to never mention it again. And I didn't. But that certainly didn't stop me from jerking off constantly, thinking back to that crazy night. But he didn't need to know that. About three years after our encounter, Jake and my mom split up. It was bound to happen; he was a lot younger than her, and although he was something of a trophy husband for a few years, she eventually grew tired of his restless ways. The split was amicable, and both of them seemed a hell of a lot happier for it. Jake and I remained tight. He was the closest thing to a real father I'd ever had. And, yeah, I'd kept on calling him "Dad" after our night together. At first, Mom was surprised, but she eventually grew to accept it. She felt it was important that I stay close to Jake after they divorced; little did she know, I wouldn't have had it any other way. As for me, life had gone on. I'd finished up college and moved into a small place in New York and was trying to make a name for myself in the art world. Failing miserably, but hey, I had to try. I took the train back home as often as I could, but on one particular weekend, Mom had told me the house was being fumigated, so I'd have to stay with a friend. I called Jake and explained the situation and he offered to let me crash on his couch for the weekend. When I showed up on Friday night, he greeted me with our traditional manly bear hug (just affectionate enough to say "love you, man" without any kind of weird sexual undertones.) "Hey, Buddy!" He smiled warmly, escorting me into his place. "Good to see you, man." "You too, Dad." I took a seat on the couch, while Jake sat down in the overstuffed chair by the fireplace. "How's life in the Big Apple?" "Ugh. Tough!" "Yeah, I hear that. I don't know how you do it, kiddo. Busting your ass all day waiting tables, then up all night working on your art. When do you find time to sleep?" "Sleep?" I laughed. "What's that?" Jake grinned. "Well, then, in that case, you should just relax this weekend and rest. Gotta keep those engines running." "That sounds like a plan." "I decided to go ahead and let you have my room this weekend..." "Dad! You don't have to do that, I'll just..." "No, now listen to me, Buddy. I gotta be out late tonight and tomorrow, anyway, so it just makes more sense. You need your rest, and me traipsing in and out at all hours would just wake you up." I sighed and nodded my thanks. "Where are you off to this evening?" "You remember Cisco?" "The guy who used to work for you? Yeah, why?" "Well, he's got a new job working security over at the bank, and I'm gonna start doing some part time work there myself. You know, to help pay the bills. He's gonna train me tonight and tomorrow." "Gotcha." "Yeah, so I'll be out until about 3 or 4." Jake and I shot the shit for a few more hours over Chinese takeout. He told me all about his dating life, how he'd met a nice girl, but she was married to a douchebag and he was waiting for that to work itself out before he let it get serious. He asked if I had met anyone nice in NYC, and I told him about Guthrie, the hipster who played guitar in the subway. We weren't "dating" exactly, but he was nice to snuggle up to on a cold night. Jake nodded his approval. "So, you'll never guess who I bumped into the other day," Jake said, munching on some sesame chicken. "Who?" "Mike Simmons." I drew a blank. "Name doesn't sound familiar." He grinned. "YOU remember... my buddy, Mike... guy I grew up with...." I continued to give him a blank stare until he made a simulated "jerking off" motion with his hand. "YOU know... Mike..." "OOOOOOOOOOOooooooh!" I said as realization sunk in. It was the first time Jake had mentioned Mike since the night we'd fooled around. Mike was a guy he jerked off with as a teenager, and (according to Jake) the only guy before me who'd he'd ever let suck his cock. It was both intriguing and shocking that he'd bring him up. "Where the hell did you run into him?" "Costco. I didn't even recognize him at first; he's bald as a cue ball these days. But he knew me. " I slurped on some soup. "That must have been... awkward." "Nah," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "It was good to see him. He's married now, got three kids. He lives just a few miles away, can you believe it? All this time and he's been virtually around the corner." "Married, huh? Wow... so I guess you were wrong about him?" "What do you mean?" I smiled. "You know... not gay..." "Shows what you know, Buddy. He's married to a dude." "Ah, okay, shame on me for making that assumption. So you guys gonna get together now?" He shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe. He seems like he's still a really great guy. But I mean a lot has changed, so who knows if we even have anything in common these days? I mean, what would we talk about?" "Well, I can think of at least ONE story that Mike would probably find VERY interesting." I raised my eyebrows at him. He shuffled nervously in his seat. "Yeah, uh..." "As I recall, if it weren't for good old Mike, we never would have even got to talking about..." "Yeah, so, uh," he said, standing up suddenly. "It's getting late, I should probably, uh... you know, get over to the bank. Cisco's probably there early, and I, uh, want to make a good impression." I felt my face go red, embarrassed that I'd even tried to go there. But hell, he's the one who brought up Mike, so I thought it was some kind of... I don't know, signal or something. Obviously I was wrong. "Okay." I leaned forward as he grabbed his coat and headed for the door. "I guess I'll see you in the morning, huh?" "Yeah. Sleep well, kiddo." He pulled the door shut behind him. I sat there for a few minutes in the silence, kicking myself. Things between Jake and I had finally gotten to the point where he WASN'T running from the room first chance he got, and now it seemed like we'd taken two steps backward. I wondered if I should apologize to him tomorrow, or just let it be. I decided to sleep on it. I made my way into Jake's room and began to get undressed for bed. The decor was classic redneck bachelor pad; A king size bed (much too large for the room) covered in a brightly colored comforter, a widescreen TV, a chest of drawers, two milk crates stacked on top of each other passing as a nightstand and a giant (God help me) picture of Johnny Cash on the wall. I shook my head and laughed slightly. It was a warm night, so I cracked a window and laid back across the bed in only my boxers. Flicking on the tv, I was shocked to find that he didn't have cable, so my surfing choices were limited. At this hour, I could either watch a rerun of Mama's Family or the history of bees on PBS. And as much as I LOVED Vicki Lawrence, neither sounded appealling right now. With a disappointed sigh, I held the remote toward the tv and hit "power." The TV remained on. Confused, I hit it again. I heard a slight whirring noise, but the image of bees mating still danced across the screen. Sitting up, I hit the button a third time and paused as I heard the whirring noise again. Glancing at the remote, I noticed that the "VCR" button was lit, not the "TV" button. I looked around, but saw no sign of a VCR or DVD player. After a bit of snooping, I finally saw a blinking light from the back of the glass shelf under the TV. Inside, I found Jake's VCR pushed all the way toward the back of the shelf, with several books stacked in front of it. The remote sensor was obviously exposed enough to receive signals from the controller, but otherwise the box was completely obscured. "That's odd," I said to myself. "He's got a DVD player in the living room, and there's no sign of any old VHS tapes around, what's he need a VCR for?" Curious, I clicked the input button on the TV until I saw the blue "SONY VCR" menu screen appear. The icon on the corner of the screen indicated that a tape was present. I pressed "play" and heard the machine come to life. After a few seconds, a dim image appeared on the screen. It was a woman, a redhead whom I'd never seen before, sitting crosslegged on a bed. The room she was in was a lot nicer than Jake's. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder top and a tight miniskirt, and she was slipping out of her shoes. "Almost there," came a disembodied voice I immediately recognized as Jake. "Just let me adjust the light setting and..." the screen became instantly lighter. "There! Perfect." "Well come on, then," the redhead whined, "let's get this show on the road." Jake emerged from behind the camera and I gasped. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of tight briefs. He'd certainly bulked up a bit since the last time I'd seen him naked. He looked GREAT. He took a seat on the bed next to the woman and they immediately began to kiss. "Wow," I whispered. "Jake, you pervy old dog, you..." I watched for a few minutes as he made out with the redhead and found myself getting aroused. Trust me, it had NOTHING to do with the woman. She was attractive and all, but my eyes were focused solely on my hunky stepdad. As the scene played out in front of me, I couldn't help but remember my latenight encounter with Jake a few years back. Watching him rubbing his giant boner through his briefs... seeing him standing with his back to me and sliding those shorts down and revealing his hot furry ass. Tasting his cock in my mouth for the first time. Feeling his warm wet mouth kissing me. Feeling that rock hard cock slide into me. Before I knew it, I was stiff as a brick, watching my stepfather having sex with this random woman. I wondered if she was the married chick he'd been talking about earlier, or if she was just some random person he'd talked into doing a video with him. Whoever she was, she was doing a number on him. I watched as she slowly pulled his briefs off, exposing that massive cock. He'd lost a bit of the paunch he'd had years ago, so his dick looked even bigger than I'd remembered. She took him into her mouth, but couldn't get more than an inch or two between her lips. "Heh, amateur," I laughed, rubbing my cock through my boxers. She sucked him for a few more minutes, but he didn't seem to be enjoying it very much, so he switched gears and started eating her out. "Ew," I said, pressing fast forward. "Nobody wants to see that..." Eventually I got to the fucking. Watching Jake's cock slip in and out of the woman as he moaned and swore really made me hard, and of course it made me remember when I was on the receiving end of that assault. I took out my cock and began stroking it, watching my dad's sweaty body slam back and forth into that willing hole, wishing that I would have a chance to experience that again. I was fixated on watching his hot ass plunging back and forth, realizing that I had never really gotten a chance to see it from this angle. DAMN he had a great butt! Muscled and furry, it was like a battering ram. I saw the familiar look of concentration on Jake's face and I knew he was about to shoot, so I increased my own stroking. "Gonna cum with you, Dad," I whispered under my breath, jerking along with his plunges. "Fuck!" came his voice over the TV speakers. "Yeah, take that cum, bitch! Take my fucking load. I'm gonna cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm!" "Aw SHIT!" I cried, shooting thick ropes of sperm across the bedroom floor, as I watched Jake unload into her. "Yeah, Dad, fuck her...." I sat there for a few moments, catching my breath. On the screen, Jake silently withdrew from the woman and then walked over to the camera and flicked it off, leaving the screen filled with snow. I picked up the remote and hit rewind. When the tape stopped, I flicked off the TV and laid back on the bed, sticky and sweaty. I knew I had to clean up my mess and get to bed, but I was filled with a sense of sadness and regret. I hadn't realized until I watched that video just how much I had missed Jake... Little did I know then, of course, that in just a few hours, I'd be getting to see a lot more of my hunky stepdad than I had in a long time. TO BE CONTINUED... Still to come... Jake returns from his first night of security training with his buddy, Cisco. Two guys dressed in tight security uniforms. Horny Buddy... what could POSSIBLY happen with THAT combination?