Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2013 16:38:30 -0400 From: J T Subject: B-Town Ball Club and Dad 2 Mike had us hooked. He was forgetting to charge us more than he remembered. Dad was up to four times per week. It was awesome to see Dad happy, watching him squirm while Mike sucked him off. Dad started hanging out more, working less in his home office. He was an extended part of the team. More and more often, after reaching our nightly max of 2 beers each, he'd raise our quota to 3. He started spending more time in the yard, not just the bare minimum. He cut stared to cross cut the back yard in a large diamond formation, just like the big league fields. And he really took to being naked. Jim was hanging out more and more over at the house. "Schlong" really seemed to hit it off with dad, he'd fuck with him every chance he got. If Dad was pissing in the bathroom, Jim would just walk right in like it was nothing and stand next to Dad and start taking a piss, talking shit to Dad the whole time. I think Dad enjoyed not having to do as much laundry, he ended up shucking off his clothes as he walked through the front door and wouldn't put any back on until he was practically walking back out. I was seeing more and more of Dad's cock, enough to know he and I shared the same problem. We dripped. A lot of the time! I talked to Jim about it. "Jim, how does this work? How do you keep from dripping all over everything?" "Well, I don't have the same flow you and your Dad have, that's for sure. But when it happens to me, I just squeeze it out onto my thumb." "And then what do you do with it?" "I eat it. There isn't always a Kleenex near by or a couch to wipe it on, right?" Jim is so fucking logical. Problem solved. One Sunday, I woke up and found Dad and Jim in the garage on my weight bench. Jim was giving Dad pointers on form. Jim slid onto the bench and showed Dad proper hand position. Dad watched carefully and asked all the right questions. He was taking this pretty seriously. Jim and Dad swapped places, Dad lined up his nipples under the weight bar, just like Jim instructed. Jim was spotting Dad as he pushed up and fully extended his arms under the bar. It was a little unsteady and Jim steadied the bar. But Dad got a face full of Jim's long pink meat in the process and would have gotten a mouth full if he hadn't closed his mouth in time! Hilarious! All of us were laughing like crazy! Dad and I started working out together and it was awesome. He was working hard at it. He got to where he could power through a hundred sit-ups, rapid fire. I'd hold his feet, but he could have used someone to hold his balls, they were all over the place. And his dick would leak the whole time. I told him what Jim said about just eating it, he said it made a lot of sense. Duh. Last Sunday night, Mikey was out of town visiting his Mom and wouldn't be back until Tuesday. It was just me and Dad at home that night. Spaghetti night. Then a movie. Dad was fidgeting all during the Watchmen. "You good, Dad?" "Yup, just blue balls, that's it." I could def relate, Mikey hadn't sucked me off since Friday. I had gotten used to seeing Mike's broad back and hairy ass between Dad's legs and the look of pure pleasure on Dad's face. Tonight was different, Dad wasn't himself. I got up and grabbed 2 beers, his 6th and my 4th, hoped he wouldn't notice. Dad kept rubbing his cock and balls. I couldn't get a smile out of him no matter what I tried. I took a deep breath and spit it out before I could lose my nerve. "Hey Dad, I'm gonna pitch-hit for Mikey tonight, OK?" Dad lifted his head and looked at me, never taking his hand off his balls. "What's that, Danny?" I stood up off the couch and got in between Dad's knees facing him and I sank to my knees. "Dan?" Dad said. "Don't worry, Dad. I'm drunk, hell we're both drunk and neither of us will probably remember this in the morning. I just want to make you feel good right now." I started rubbing Dad's thighs, just like I had seen Mike do a few dozen times now. Dad instinctively spread his legs and stretched out. "Dan, you sure?" Dad said. "Let's go with the flow and give it a try, cool?" I told him. I took Dad's plump cock in my right hand and looked at the head, his piss slit was dripping again. I pulled a "Schlong" and squeezed Dad's dick up to the top and got a little wad of cum on my thumb. Looked just like mine. I stuck my thumb in my mouth. See, no big deal. Dad's cum tasted a lot like mine. Dad leaned back in that familiar pose and his cock started to get all hard in my hand. What Dad didn't know was that when Jim and I were 12, we had biked down to the Green River, shucked off our shorts and went swimming. We started to dare each other to do stuff, "run up the hill and run across the road without a car seeing you naked", "run across the bridge and back naked", stuff like that. A guy in a truck had come up when I was running across the bridge, he had honked at me, scared the crap out of me. Well, later Jim had dared me to let him put his dick in my mouth, those dares you had to agree to do as a kid, otherwise you were chicken. At that age, who the fuck cared? But it was kinda exciting, it was different, that was for sure. He had his red pubes back then even. I had sucked my first dick at 12 and didn't die from it. I put the head of Dad's cock in my mouth and started sucking on it and I ran my tongue all around the outside of the head. A little more of his pre-cum came out, I tasted it. I started to slurp on my Dad's dick, up and down and up and down, just like Mike. I felt Dad's hands on my head, just like he would do to Mike. I must have been sucking his dick for around 3 or 4 minutes when my jaw started to ache a little bit. Right about that time Dad said "SHIT", his legs tensed up and damn I got a mouthful. Dad must have cum buckets, I had thought I'd spit it all out but with his hands on my head I just started swallowing and did the best I could. I had just eaten a million brothers and sisters! Mike never just stood up after sucking me off, he always kept my dick in his mouth until I got soft again. I sucked on Dad's dick until I felt him get softer and he got a little smaller in my mouth. I spit out his dick and looked at him. I was kinda proud of myself and from the look on Dad's face he was pretty proud of me too, I could tell. Then I burped and it smelled like beer and Dad's jizz. I started laughing and he just smiled.