Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2005 21:03:33 -0600 From: oso blanco Subject: Back Room Daddy My heart was racing. I'd been in bars before, and I was sure no stranger to sex with men, but this place was in uncharted territory. I'd heard about it from two of my gay friends. This was my third visit. The first time I was there, anticipation and apprehension slugged it out in my head. See, not only was this bar gay, but it had a back room where, my buddies claimed, all sorts of stuff went on. I sat at the bar and watched people go in and out, but was too skittish and left before checking it out. On my second visit, I actually went to have a look. There wasn't much to look at, at least at first, because the place was really dark. Once my eyes adjusted I could make out silhouettes, but little more. To know who somebody was I had to see them come through the door and then track their movements. I guess a lot of men had seen me come in, because I was soon being groped by several guys. The trouble was, I had no idea what kind of guys. That made me very edgy because the bar's clientele was gay, but very mixed. In particular, a lot of the customers looked really heavy duty, like serious leathermen and a lot of bikers. I left before anything could happen. I had a lot more thinking to do about this place. Now, after a couple of weeks, I was back again. My mom was out of town visiting one of my sisters, and my dad was at work trying to get some fancy software to work. I didn't expect to see him any time soon. When a software guy tells you "just a minute" he probably means something more like "maybe sometime this week, God willing." With nobody else home, I felt more comfortable. There would be no explaining once I got home. My dad wouldn't ask me why I was out so late, and my mom wouldn't sniff my clothes and wonder where the smell of cigarettes, and other smoking material, could possibly have come from. So there I sat at the bar, in the farthest, darkest corner, doing surveillance on the doorway to the back room. Even in the darkness back there, some features would be big enough to recognize. So I waited for some hot daddies I might recognize by their build or by something they wore, like biker caps or stainless steel jewelry. It was tough. What really turned me on was the suburban daddy type, a type not much given to exotic apparel. I must have gone through at least four beers when a really hot looking guy came in the bar. "OOOooh, Daddy!" I thought. He looked out of place, dressed in 'business casual,' but his clothes fit him really well and hinted at a very nice mainstream body, muscular and fit, neither scrawny nor corpulent. He was nice and fuzzy too; the light from behind him created a halo around his arms and neck. He was groomed pretty conservatively with fairly short dirty blond hair and no facial hair except for his sideburns. They caught my attention immediately because they had a decidedly reddish color. My nimble young mind quickly put together the reddish sideburns and the halo of body hair and formed a number of hypotheses regarding the rest of his body hair, especially in his crotch and maybe even deep in his crack. I was aching to research the matter. I watched as the guy strode in and took up a position at the other end of the bar. Lucky for me, that end, near the cash register, was about the best lit area in the place. He was hot. He lived up to all my expectations except one: his face was largely concealed by the sunglasses he still wore. They were the mirrored kind, the kind cops wear. My cock surged to even more painful stiffness when I thought 'cop-daddy!' The guy ordered two beers. I squirmed with lust as I watched him finish them off. Lucky for me, and my cramped equipment, he downed them really fast. Then he got up, looked around, and headed for the back room. I joined him in there a few nanoseconds later. I thought maybe I was being just a bit overeager, but I wasn't overeager enough: by the time I plunged through the doorway to blackness, the guy was out of sight. I slid inside and leaned against the wall while my eyes struggled to adjust. They never adjusted enough. I made my way through the room carefully and systemmatically, twice, but still couldn't find the guy. I gave up, but I didn't leave. Seeing that guy had me so aroused there's no way I could be seen in public until I drained my balls thoroughly. The pressure in them was making me crazy, crazy enough to fish out my straining member to see what might happen. What happened is that I immediately bumped into a pair of middle aged daddies, probably suburban daddies, given their clothes. They were just starting in on each other, and when they saw me with my cock sticking out, bobbing around like a mouth-seeking divining rod, they pulled me right into the action. The shorter one dropped to the floor and grabbed my cock as he started to lick it very delicately. The taller one bent down a little so he could kiss me. Both of them felt me up thoroughly, running their hands up my shirt, down my shirt, and down under my jeans, which they had repositioned at mid thigh. They were good. They were hot. They were good and hot. I reached down and fisted the tall guy's cock. I stroked Shorty's head with my other hand at first, but soon moved it to the tall guy's balls. Shorty didn't mind, because he was intimately involved with my own cock and balls. And with my tight young hole: he had a couple of fingers up there, probing around, stretching me every which way, and flirting with my prostate, which must have felt like a pulsating rock, I was so excited. Shorty was so hot he couldn't control himself and his enthusiastic, even frantic, sucking and prostate massage had my balls exploding in no time. I could feel his tongue swishing the hot, thick cum I blasted all around in his mouth. Meanwhile, the tall guy had gotten so excited I was afraid he might lick my tonsils off. In spite of a truly massive and spectacular orgasm that felt like it would keep my balls dry for a week, I was still very hot. I knelt down and opened my mouth wide to see what would happen. Both men pulled their jeans halfway down and presented me their drooling, eager cocks. Both were beautiful, in almost opposite ways. The cocks matched their owners. Shorty's was a bit shorter than average and very thick. It stuck straight out from his groin like a theater marquee. The tall guy's cock was more elegant and streamlined. His thickness was about average but he was long, at least seven inches, maybe more. Once I saw his cock, I started to call the tall guy "Stretch" in my mind. I went back and forth teasing their cocks by licking them with fluttery, delicate laps all over. Shorty quickly started oozing precum, lots of it. As I licked it up I got excited and was soon trying to get him into my mouth. It was a stretch because of his thickness, especially his oversized glans, but I was highly motivated. Before long I had recalibrated my mouth and jaws, so after taking a few deep breaths and psyching myself up, I was able to go all the way down on him until my nose dug into his pubic hair. I took a deep breath. He smelled great, mostly of ivory soap, but with a noticeable richness from his sweaty maleness. As I sucked him, he moaned and groaned with deeply appreciative enthusiasm. We got along well, I would say. His cock was very responsive, twitching and throbbing as I worked. I could even feel the blood kind of swishing around deep inside it. I almost lost him, but backed off just in time and shifted my attention to his balls to give his body a chance to step back a bit from the brink of orgasm. His balls were a treat. They were quite large and hung in a sack whose skin was both ample and tender. The hair on them was sparse so I could clearly see each ball individually as they swam up and down, trying decide whether it was time to climb up close to his cock for orgasm. The scent of his balls was different from his crotch, but just as inspiring. I sucked them gently into my mouth and tongued them until he moaned constantly. I took the skin of his sack between my teeth and bit at it gently, and not so gently. I pulled his balls down tight in his sack until the skin was shiny red and his big testicles stood out prominently and vulnerably. I held him that way and licked all over them with light, teasing strokes that drove Shorty's nuts nuts. All this stimulation made Shorty sweat, and that released yet another sexy, musky fragrance from further below. I tongued my way from his balls almost to his tail bone, lavishing extra attention on his tight, furry hole. After my tongue got busy, that hole seemed a lot less tight. I slowly worked my way back and sucked Shorty deep into my mouth again. I loved his cock, so my mouth and tongue were all over it as I sucked and sucked, anticipating a big hot load of daddy pudding. Shorty was ready to accommodate me, but Stretch finally got impatient. He put a hand on my head and gently pulled me off Shorty's thick throbber. Shorty sighed, but acquiesced. He watched with lascivious fascination as Stretch gradually fed me his cock. He had the whole thing in my mouth, and down my throat, on the very first plunge. His cock was perfect for deep throating in this position because it curved down instead of up. Stretch was as tasty and gratifying in his own way as Shorty. He was much more alert to the dangers of premature orgasm and pushed my forehead back each time he got too close. When that got too frequent, I moved down to work his nuts like I did Shorty's. I didn't quite make it. Shorty tapped my shoulder and directed my attention to a new guy standing beside him. I couldn't really make out his face, but his cock and balls looked very friendly. And he was holding Shorty's hand, so they must be friends of some sort. The new guy grabbed the base of his cock and wagged it at me enticingly. I bit. Actually I didn't bite, that's not very nice, but I did suck with great gusto. He leaked tasty precum like crazy. I love that. I loved everything about the guy, his cock, his balls, his furry crack, his scents, everything. I grabbed his asscheeks to steady myself and he sighed and crouched down a little to open them up. He sighed even more when I worked my fingers deep into his crack and right over his tender hole. It was very sensitive; he jumped when my fingers first grazed it, but he sighed the second time. I pulled off his cock just long enough to wet my fingers. His ass lips were tight and resisted at first, but as I continued to press against them, they gradually yielded. They seemed to kiss my fingers as they slowly slid through. The guy must be a truly excellent fuck, both tight and accommodating. Shorty and Stretch were fisting each other's cocks, watching us intently. They seemed content to enjoy the show, so I escalated my sucking and probing until the new guy was quivering with rutty excitement. He didn't try to push my head away this time, but gladly accepted my attentions as I slowly pushed him closer and closer to orgasm. I was impressed by how we made it last. I felt the guy tensing up to shoot, but instead of shooting immediately, the guy's tension built and built. He trembled. His cock dripped tasty precum like a faucet. His cockhead had swollen well beyond its orginal size, so swollen it felt almost as hard as the shaft of his cock. I slowed down my suck job and held his cockhead in my mouth as I flattened my tongue against its underside and moved it only very subtly. I wanted him to focus all his attention on my tongue. He continued to tremble and tense up as I kept my tongue right on his hot button, barely moving, and gradually tightened my grip on his balls. After an ecstatic moment that seemed to encompass eternity, I heard him gasp, felt his body convulse, and tasted a big, thick load of hot cum as he spewed powerfully in my mouth. I had to swallow some of it, but saved a decent mouthful to share. I looked up, he looked down, and I saw light glint off his glasses. Sunglasses. Mirrored sunglasses like cops like. Before I could scramble to my feet he melted back into the crowd. I fed some of his load to Shorty and Stretch, who did their best to console me. They were good and the hot sunglasses guy gradually retreated from the spotlight of my mind. I had such a great time with the two daddies that we were still at it when Mr. Sunglasses showed up again. I was standing there as Stretch sucked me, so I got a better look this time. The guy was even hotter than I thought, and he was now bare-chested, showing off an abundance of hair on his chest and stomach. He stood facing me right next to Stretch. My eyes were riveted to his crotch as he undid his pants and slid them down. I was beside myself. Besides being very handsome, the guy was nearly a dead ringer for my dad! I felt spooked, but not as spooked as turned on. I reached out and rubbed "Daddy's" fuzzy ass. He responded by moving closer, turning around, and bending over to show me the rear view of his stuff. It was very good stuff, and got me very excited in spite of being spooked by the closeness of his resemblance to my dad. But now he was facing the other way, so the resemblance to my dad didn't bother me so much. In fact, it now excited me so much that I had to push Stretch away from my throbbing cock before I lost my load. I now had other plans for it. I squatted down to inspect "Daddy's" hairy ass. It was beautiful, full and muscular, nice and furry, a rich musky scent in spite of the ivory soap, and a hole that winked at me. I was touched and gave it a big kiss, followed my a determined effort to wiggle my tongue through those ass lips, right up inside him. "Ooohh," he moaned as his ass lips finally yielded so my tongue could slide inside him. I was too excited for subtlety and immediately gave him an energetic tongue fucking. His hole really loosened up then. So did my reservations and inhibitions. I was going to fuck him but good, never mind that it seemed dirty and incestuous because "Daddy" looked so much like my real dad. I knew I'd be fantasizing about my dad while I fucked this hot daddy, but that would just have to be OK. I stood up and let him suck my cock a little, partly to get it wet and slick, and partly so he'd have a clear mental image of what would soon be spreading the insides of his hairy daddyass wide open. After a minute, Daddy stood, turned, and bent over into position once more. I wasted no time getting into position behind him. I grabbed my cock and pressed it into Daddy Man's furry crack. I was oozing precum like crazy, so when my cockhead nosed against Daddy's hole, it slid right in once I gave it a little push. Daddy gasped, so I stood still as soon as my fat cockhead cleared his sphincter. I could feel my precum flowing into him. When I felt him relax, I moved my cock in and out a little, slowly, so he had a chance to get used to me. A couple of times I pulled all the way out before thrusting back inside, to be sure I got plenty of lube on his ass lips as well as inside him. Things felt pretty damned good before I was even halfway inside him. My cock was gliding effortlessly thanks to all my precum, and I had zeroed in on Daddy's prostate, so he was getting even more excited than I was. It was time I took the training wheels off. I fucked him harder now, not roughly, but not holding back either. On every stroke, I probed a little deeper, taking several strokes before I was in all the way and felt my balls bumping against Daddy's fuzzy bottom. Now that I had Daddy's insides completely lubed up for me, I started some very serious fucking that had Daddy moaning and groaning constantly, begging me to pork him deeper, harder, faster. You know the drill. I was getting noisy too, panting and groaning as I fucked hard. At the end of every stroke I pressed in as hard as I could and ground my hips against Daddy's hot bottom. We attracted an audience. Stretch and Shorty jumped into the action before somebody else did. Shorty got down and started to give Daddy a mind blowing blow job, while Stretch got behind me and shoved his cock deep before I knew what hit me. It winded me at first, but it felt really good. Whatever lube he used must have been superb. I'd have to ask him about it. Daddy and I worked hard to restrain ourselves so we could fuck longer before we shot. We met limited success. With Stretch porking me expertly with his long, unusually curved cock, and Shorty doing his best to suck Daddy's balls out along with his jizz, there was only so long it could last. Somehow we held out until all four of us were edging real close to the brink. We were so close we whimpered. I was so excited I couldn't even think. I don't even know which of us started it, but we had an orgasmic chain reaction so explosive that we collapsed in a heap afterwards. There was a brief sputter of applause, followed by numerous jets of thick, hot fluid splattering all over us. We weren't the only ones to enjoy deeply satisfying orgasms. I studied Daddy's hot body one last time before we got up. I had gotten so excited and athletic that I left claw marks on Daddy's beautifully sculpted body. They'd show too, if he had his shirt off. They were clustered around his waistline. I remembered holding his ass real tight much of the time, so I could fuck him harder. I must have dug my fingers into him pretty seriously. I settled back down to lick at the fuzz that trailed down Daddy's neck. I whispered to him what a great fuck he was and he whispered back that I was too. I was debating whether I dared give him my phone number, when he got up and melted back into the crowd once more. I wound my way systematically through the back room, but never found him. I ran to the men's room, but he wasn't there either. Nor was he out in the bar. He was gone, gone like a fleeting dream. Maybe not quite, I still had vivid memories of the time we had. There was no point in staying. More sex would be a let down after what we just had. I got home early and was surprised to see my dad's car there already. He must have had great luck with the computer. He was rarely back this early. When I went to my room to get undressed, I heard the shower. Dad must be in there. My balls were thoroughly drained, but I still had an irresistible compulsion to station myself where I could get a good look at Dad as he came out of the shower. Was I ever lucky! He'd left the bathroom door wide open. If I sat on the bed and waited, I'd be able to watch his naked body while he dried off! I'd only been able to do that a few times before, but each time etched itself forever in my memories. A moment after I got settled, I heard the water stop, then saw Dad open the shower and stand there naked while some of the water dripped off him. When he noticed me, he looked up and gave me a big smile. We chatted while he dried off. My favorite part was when he turned and bent over with one leg on the floor and the other on the toilet seat, so he could dry his ass. For the first time ever I got to see right into his crack all the way to his puffy pink hole. Did it ever stand out! I would have creamed my jeans instantly if I hadn't been so thoroughly drained. Dad surprised me again after toweling off. He didn't bother getting dressed. He was completely naked when we went out to the kitchen to have a beer. He smiled. He looked me over. He obviously knew I was looking him over, but I couldn't help it: he was too handsome. "You've become quite a man, son," he said. His gaze was focused on my crotch which was now very full. "As long as the women are gone, why don't you get comfortable too?" "You mean take off my clothes?" I asked, still somewhat shocked. "Yeah, you know, compare. I always wanted to, but it was hard with your mother and sister around, even if they weren't actually home. I was always afraid they'd pop in by surprise and we'd have a lot of explaining to do." I wasn't keen on being naked, it had never been my thing, but I figured if I didn't get naked, Dad might get dressed. As I started undressing, I noticed that Dad's cock had swelled up considerably. As I watched, unable to look away, it continued swelling until it was stiff as a board and pointing up his stomach. Dad smiled and winked when he saw me staring. I shot a massive boner too. There was no way to hide, so I went for pride. I strutted my stuff proudly as I undid my pants and stepped out of them. Dad's smile took on an air of mischief. "Come on, son," he said, "We need to stand up real close to compare these not so little guys." I swallowed hard and stepped up to him, so close I could feel his body heat. I wanted to sink into the lush, slightly reddish fur on his chest and stomach, but right now the agenda was cock. I shuddered when Dad held my hard cock up to his. We were almost identical down there. But after the comparison, he didn't let go. He held our cocks belly to belly and made little thrusts that got me excited enough to drip, just like Dad. "I've heard some things, son," he said, still stroking my cock with his. "I think we ought to have a good heart to heart talk while we have the chance." The way he squeezed me suggested an anatomical goal several inches lower than the heart. He must have heard something, I thought. Then I remembered a couple of suburban daddies I'd run into a month or so ago. I remembered that they had pocket protectors and lots of pens. I remembered overhearing their whispered tech talk as I sucked them off. Pieces fell together in my head so hard I thought Dad might hear them. He just stood there patiently, smiling. My head raced. Then it hit me that I'd just seen the pocket protector duo: Stretch and Shorty. And I remembered seeing them before someplace else, someplace very else: Dad's office! Dad's smile morphed to a quizzical, concerned look when I scanned down his body and stopped at his waist. "Could you turn around a minute?" I asked Dad. He shrugged but complied, and there they were: the scratch marks, exactly where I had left them in the back room.