Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2012 19:30:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Daddy Subject: Brian and His Son Daryl Brian and His Son Daryl by Alex harddad40220@ymail.com Please consider donating to Nifty! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you are underage, or if this type of material is illegal in your community, please do not read it. Feedback encourages authors to keep writing! = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Brian Coleman was more than happy to leave work that Friday. It had been a rough week and he really needed the release provided at the gym. Ever since he had started his workout program, he'd discovered that lifting weights and running on the treadmill was enough to clear his mind, in addition to helping him lose a few pounds. Brian was a tall, stocky guy who'd played football in high school and, like many former jocks, had gone a bit soft in his middle age. But the gym visits were helping to bring back the gorilla frame of his youth. At the gym he went through his usual routine: one circuit around the weight room, 30 minutes on the treadmill, then another circuit of weights, and 20 more minutes on the elliptical. By the time he was done, the petty grievances and persistent problems of the past week had melted away in a bath of endorphins, and Brian was more than ready to hit the showers. If the truth be told, this was another reason Brian was going to the gym so often: the post-workout experience involved seeing lots of hot naked men. Brian had never thought of himself as anything but straight, even considering his teenage experimentation with his friend Wayne, but he had to admit that he enjoyed the sights in the locker room. Brian stripped out of his sweaty gym clothes and stuffed them in his locker. Behind him, another middle-aged man did the same. Brian eyed the man in his peripheral vision: a little taller, a little less heavyset, closely cropped hair, goatee, and several tattoos. The man seemed to undress quickly but then took his time gathering his toiletries for the shower. Brian did the same until he couldn't delay any more, and was pleased to notice that as he walked back to the showers, the man followed him. There were three shower areas in the gym: the main shower area, which was a large white tile room with four showerheads on each of three walls. There was a private shower area past that, with individual stalls and opaque curtains. And then, around the corner, past the steam room, there was a smaller group shower with only four showerheads. Hardly anyone used it. Brian went to the main showers first and the man joined him, standing just a few feet away at a showerhead on the same wall. Both men soaped their bodies slowly and carefully, casting occasional glances at each other. Brian noticed that the other man didn't have much body hair, which made his tattoos stand out all the more. He also noticed that this guy was getting a hard-on. The tattooed man rinsed off, winked at Brian, and walked down the corridor towards the smaller group shower. Brian was unsure how to respond. Was the guy going to take another shower? Should he follow him? His heart was racing and his own cock was stiffening. He took a quick breath, held it, and felt his cock throb; then let all the air out in a short burst. Fuck it. He'd go back there and see. Brian grabbed his soap, shampoo and towel and walked down the corridor. A couple of young men walked into the steam room as Brian passed. He thought he saw one of them grab the other one's ass -- couldn't be sure ... was everyone around here as horny as he was? Finally he stood in the doorway of the smaller shower area. The tattooed man had his back to him underneath a spray of steaming water. Brian gazed at the man's muscled back, curved buttocks, and thick calves. He felt his shaft swelling. Swallowing nervously, he set his toiletries on the wall rack and stepped in. The tattooed man turned to face him - and he was fully hard. Brian couldn't tear his eyes away from the man's cock. It seemed to throb in invitation. His own cock was now fully erect. The man stepped forward and, as casually as shaking hands, reached out to hold Brian's erection. Brian immediately did the same, stepping closer so that their meaty chests and bellies were pressed together. He stared down at this incredible sight between them: their two swollen erections gripped firmly together, the most intimate thing Brian had seen in a long time. He heard a strange sound underneath the sizzling water and the squeak of their shower shoes on the tiles - and then he realized it was his own breath, coming out in brief sensual sighs. The tattooed man leaned down and brushed his lips against Brian's neck, sending shivers through the middle-aged father's body, then said: "Want to suck it?" Brian was instantly flooded with memories of Wayne - the two of them, buzzed on stolen beers, sprawled out half-naked on the couch late one summer night, when Wayne's semi-hard cock flopped out of his boxers. Brian had giggled and stared, and Wayne's only response was: "Want to suck it?" The boys ended up in a 69, flooding each others' throats with hot seed, and as time went by they tried everything: sucking, rimming, even fucking. Wayne & Brian stopped around the time the boys started dating girls; Wayne went away to college and effectively closed the door on that chapter of Brian's life. But Brian had never forgotten ... and now here he was with this tall, burly, tattooed mature man, being offered something he'd wanted for years ... ... and so Brian found himself on his knees, on the cold wet tile, slowly taking the stranger's thick girth into his mouth. The feeling of that man's meat between his lips, on his tongue, was incredible. Brian could not stop shivering despite the steamy wet heat enveloping him. He slid his hands up the man's thick, muscled legs, and used his right hand to hold the man's shaft while moving his head back and forth. It was all coming back to him ... just like he did with Wayne so many years ago ... He slid his left hand around to caress the man's ass. He remembered his trick of taking the shaft as far as he could into his mouth, then sticking out his tongue and licking the ball sack. He let the cock slide out until just the spongy tip was between his lips, then looked up at the man to see him looking right back at Brian with a strange paternal expression of pride and lust. Brian closed his eyes and kept sucking. "Boy, I'm gonna cum," the man murmured, and Brian cupped his ass with both hands and plunged his face up and down on that delicious shaft. He wanted that hot seed so bad ... And then: a twitch, fingers knotted in Brian's wet hair, another twitch, and then a warm jet across his tongue, and another, and another. Brian grunted with pleasure as the man's cum slid down his throat. He pulled away and looked up, and the man reached down to cup his chin in his hand. A single bright pearl oozed out of his piss slit and Brian leaned forward to lick it off. "See you next week," said the tattooed man, helping Brian to his feet before grabbing his towel, winking, and walking out of the showers. * * * * * * * Brian drove home in a daze. What had he just done? It was amazing. No, it was awful. It was a culmination of fantasies suppressed for years! No, it was an impulsive act gone awry. He couldn't make up his mind. At every red light he chastised himself; when the light turned green he congratulated himself. When he pulled into the driveway he sat there for a moment after cutting off the ignition, trying to collect his thoughts. But then the front door to the house opened, and his son Daryl was waving at him. Biting his lip, Brian got out and waved back. Daryl already had dinner on the stove - chicken tortellini with homemade tomato sauce. "God, this smells great, Daryl," said Brian before walking down the hall and tossing his gym bag on his bed. "Can't wait!" "Thanks Dad," Daryl replied with a grin. As his son turned to ladle the pasta into bowls, Brian found his gaze dropping down to the boy's butt. Wayne had been about this age when ... Brian put the thought out of his head immediately and sat down at the dinner table. Dinner was passed with idle talk about their days at work and school and some discussion of weekend plans. Daryl asked if his friend Vince could spend the night on Saturday; Brian said yes. After dinner Brian cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen while Daryl went to his room to play video games. As the hot water flowed across the dirty dishes Brian was reminded of his shower encounter. He felt his cock push out against his trousers. He knew he'd have to take care of this as soon as he finished up the kitchen. After putting the last dish in the dishwasher and wiping down the counters, Brian adjusted the front of his pants and walked down the hall to his room, closing and locking the door behind him. He stripped quickly and lay down on the bed, stroking his hardness and even pulling at his nipples. He imagined himself with tattoos, proudly showing off his hard cock at the gym, even laying on a bench and letting different men take turns sucking him: the tattooed man, of course, but also some of the college dudes at the gym, a couple of the beefy bald instructors, and ... his son? Brian felt himself tingle as he imagined his own son positioned beside him, swirling his tongue over his father's glans, licking each drop of sweet pre-cum as it emerged; then plunging down, taking the whole shaft into his mouth and throat, stopping only long enough to say "I need your cum, Daddy." Brian imagined himself sitting at his desk at work, his son hidden underneath, between his legs, fishing his erection out of his pants and servicing him while Brian made phone calls and met with clients. Brian imagined himself in the woods, completely naked, Daryl too, making out fiercely, rolling around in the dirt, sucking each other, fucking, while other men walked by and nodded or masturbated or took pictures ... "Oh FUCK!" Brian yelled as he shot cum in the air - the hardest, most powerful orgasm he'd had in years. He continued to grunt and spasm as jet after jet of hot sperm came out, covering his hand, shaft and balls. "You OK, Dad?" Brian felt horrified. His son was outside the door. How much had he heard? Had Brian said Daryl's name aloud? Oh shit! "Fine, son, uh ... just stubbed my toe." "All right, klutzo. I'm gonna have a shower and watch a little TV before bed." Brian waited a few moments to see if Daryl would say anything else; then, satisfied that his son was gone, he stood up and looked at himself in his mirror. His semi-hard cock was dripping with cum. He again felt both disgusted and elated, staring at his sordid self, going over that fantasy over and over ... and then suddenly remembering that Daryl was in the shower. He threw on a thin bathrobe, unlocked his door, and peered into the hall. He couldn't hear the shower. But just then Daryl's door opened and his son walked out completely naked. "Oh, hey Dad! Whoops," Daryl said, blushing and fast-walking past Brian towards the bathroom. "Sorry!" The door closed and Brian heard the shower start. Why did Daryl apologize? he wondered. Then he made a decision. He went down the hall and opened the bathroom door. The shower was on but Daryl wasn't in it - he was standing in front of the toilet, pissing a solid stream into the bowl. "Whoa, Dad!" Daryl said. "Sorry!" Brian said by instinct and nearly shut the door before he remembered his decision. "No, wait," Brian said more firmly, re-opening the door. "That's what I wanted to say. No need to be sorry. We're both guys here. It's nothing I haven't seen before." He noticed that Daryl just kept on pissing, his hips jutting forward at a saucy angle, his thin fingers holding the base of his cock. "In fact, son, I don't really care if you walk around naked." There. He said it. And? "Cool Dad!" said Daryl. He finished pissing and shook the last few drops off his dick. Was he getting hard? Brian couldn't tell. Daryl reached to flush the toilet but Brian said "Wait! I have to go." He opened his robe, revealing his sticky cock to his son, and stepped forward to the toilet. As he started pissing, he glanced at Daryl, and noticed that his son was staring at his cock. Could he tell that it was covered in cum? "Thought you were getting in the shower, son," Brian murmured in a soft, deep voice. "Well, I don't want to be in there when you flush," Daryl replied. Father and son, half-naked and completely naked, stood together by the toilet. Both of them stared down at Brian's penis until he finished and shook off the final drops. Daryl pushed the toilet handle and grinned up at his father. "Shower time, right?" said Brian weakly. Daryl nodded, not breaking eye contact. "Yep ..." He held Brian's gaze for another moment, then two, before finally slashing the shower curtain aside and climbing into the tub. Brian walked out of the bathroom, dazed. * * * * * * * The next day Daryl was up and out of the house before Brian even woke up. He spent half an hour masturbating fiercely, bringing himself to the edge and then pulling at his nipples and fingering his ass while his orgasm slowly retreated. When he finally did cum, he shot thick ropes of sperm up to his chest and shoulders, something he hadn't done since college. He got up and put on his bathrobe, but then, remembering what he had told Daryl the night before, took it off and cast it aside so he could walk naked through the house. He did stop in the bathroom to wipe the cum off his torso with a warm washcloth, and he put on some flip-flops, but that was his only concession to propriety. Brian made some coffee and grabbed a banana, then headed to the couch to read the paper and watch TV. It felt good to spread out naked, letting his cock and balls hang out and not worry about Daryl or anyone else seeing him. Brian decided that he should have done this a long time ago. Around 11 AM he heard Daryl came in the front door. Brian flinched at first, then relaxed & remembered his decision. His son walked into the living room, did a double take, then laughed. "Wow Dad, I guess you were serious!" "I sure was," Brian said, trying to be casual. "You still gonna be like that when Vince comes over?" Uh oh. Brian adopted an expression of casual concern. "Maybe, if Vince is OK with it." "Ha, are you kidding? Vince will think it's awesome." "Really? What makes you say that?" Now it was Daryl's turn to look uncomfortable. "Well, uh ... I guess I never told you this, but ... Vince is kind of a nudist." Brian took a breath before replying. "What do you mean, son?" "Well, you know ... at his house he hardly wears anything." "What do his parents say?" Daryl chuckled. "Not much. They've kind of given up on yelling at him about it." "So when you spend the night over there, Vince is usually naked?" "Well, sometimes. Or he'll just have on a t-shirt, or just some really small underwear." Brian considered this for a moment. "And what do YOU wear, Daryl?" His son actually blushed. "Uh ... I just do whatever Vince does." "So you guys sleep naked together?" "Dad! It's not like that!" Brian smiled up at his son. "OK, OK, don't worry about it. You guys can do whatever you want. I'll have a robe on until you two decide otherwise." "Cool. Thanks Dad." "You're welcome." * * * * * * * When Vince and Daryl came in later that night, Brian was wearing nothing but his bathrobe and flip-flops, as promised. While Brian ordered pizza, the boys had a whispered conference in the hallway, then as soon as Brian hung up the phone they came into the kitchen to face him. "Vince is cool with it, Dad," Daryl announced. "With what?" "You know. Our new rule." "Oh! Ha ha, OK! Well then ..." The three of them stared at each other for an awkward moment. "Yeah, well, my parents are real uptight about it," said Vince, a slender boy with tousled black hair and a mischievous grin. "But I'm glad you're cool with it. I'd go naked all the time if I could." "All right then," said Brian, loosening his robe and letting it fall open. He noticed that both Vince and Daryl immediately looked down at his cock. "I'm going to go hang up my robe, and you boys can do whatever you like." Brian walked out of the kitchen. He heard the boys high-five each other behind him. When he walked back out into the living room he saw Vince and Daryl sprawled out on the couch and easy chair, completely naked. He admired Vince's tufts of emo-skater hair, his soft belly, and his languid cock nestled in his lap like a baby bird. Brian marveled at the fact that, just a few days ago, he never would have considered touching another man's body, let alone fantasizing about his son's - and now here he was, naked in front of two naked boys. Brian sat on the couch next to Daryl and watched a baseball game with them for a little bit. He stole several glances at Vince and caught the boy looking at him a few times as well. They played this little game of secret looks for a while until Brian had no idea what the score was. Then the doorbell rang. "Shit, it's the pizza," said Brian. "I better put my robe on." "Where's the money? I got this," said Vince. "Oh, it's over there on the counter." Vince hopped off the easy chair, grabbed the bills, and headed toward the front door. "Oh my god!" giggled Daryl. Both he and Brian got to their feet and peered around the corner. Brian was very aware of his nude son standing right next to him, shoulder to shoulder, with Daryl's hand on Brian's lower back, as they leaned over to watch. Vince opened the door and called out a cheerful greeting to the pizza delivery person. Neither Brian nor Daryl could see the driver, but they did see Vince hand over the money in exchange for the pizza box. Vince waved goodbye and shut the door, then walked toward them laughing hysterically. "Oh man! That guy's eyes about fell out of his head!" "What did he say?" Daryl wanted to know. "Nothing! He was just too surprised!" Brian wondered if the man was surprised, repelled, or maybe even turned on. They divvied up the pizza and started eating. The baseball game finished up, so Daryl grabbed the remote and flipped through channels. "Good pizza," burped Vince. "Hey, let's watch this," said Daryl as he finished his last slice. It was an erotic thriller, typical for late-night cable, except the first half was mostly thriller and the second half was mostly erotic. Out of the corner of his eye, Brian saw both Vince and Daryl casually adjust their cocks repeatedly, until Vince was openly playing with himself. Brian couldn't handle it any more and excused himself before he also started to get hard. He went straight back to his bedroom and shut the door, then laid on his bed and began masturbating for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past few days. He could still hear the erotic movie's soundtrack through the closed door. As he stroked himself, his imagination raced off in a million different directions. What if they just walked into his room and saw him? What if they joined him? What if he walked out there and caught the boys fooling around? What if he joined them? What if the boys just went to Daryl's room and went straight to sleep? What if Brian was completely misreading the situation? What if Vince was just an exhibitionist, nothing more? Or what if the boys were already lovers and had been for some time? Brian tried to remember how long Vince and Daryl had been friends. A year? Two? That was it: two. They had met two years ago in school when they rode the same bus together. Had they been lovers since then? Or was it recent? Or maybe not at all? In the other room the end of the movie was signaled with loud orchestral music. Seconds later the music was cut off, and shortly after that Brian heard the boys walk into Daryl's room and shut the door. He was dying to check on them & see what they were up to. But he decided to let them alone ... this time. Brian brought himself to messy climax while imagining the boys sucking his nipples and playing with this cock, then fell into a deep sleep. * * * * * * * Groggy and cottonmouthed, Brian kicked off the sheets and stumbled down the hall to the restroom. He drained himself into the toilet, still only half awake, and managed to get a few drops on his fingertips. Without thinking he licked them off and the taste woke him up fully. Not bad. A little sweet, a little salty. He made a mental note - he'd delved so deeply into perversions lately, what was one more to try? Grinning to himself, he went back down the hall and nearly passed Daryl's room before turning back and gently twisting the doorknob. As he cracked the door the unmistakable scent of boy sex hit his nostrils and he felt his cock twitch in response. He peeked through the crack to see the golden morning light illuminating two intertwined nude bodies. Brian left the door cracked and went to fix breakfast for everyone. The scent of bacon, eggs and coffee brought Daryl and Vince out to the kitchen, still stark naked, rubbing their eyes and yawning. "Morning boys," Brian said cheerfully. "Sleep well last night?" "Yeah," said Daryl. "Not really," said Vince. Brian pretended not to notice. After breakfast Vince collected his clothes and said his goodbyes. Daryl dared Vince to walk back to his house in the nude but Brian put his foot down. They both saw Vince to the door (although neither Brian nor Daryl stood in the doorway where neighbors could see them) and returned to the breakfast table. "So, what did you guys do after the movie last night?" Brian said. Daryl immediately blushed. "You know, nothin'. Goofed off." "All right. Well, the grass needs to be cut today, you know. Got any homework?" "Ugh, I forgot about the lawn. And no, no homework this weekend." Brian allowed the mundanities of domestic life to overtake the conversation for the time being. Later that afternoon, after Daryl had cut the grass and showered, Brian called him into his bedroom. Both of them were still naked. Brian was laying back on the bed and Daryl stood beside him. Brian cleared his throat, unsure of how to begin, and then decided to just jump in headfirst. "I know what you guys were doing last night," Brian said. "Aw, Dad!" said Daryl, blushing again. "Well, it wasn't a secret. Your room smelled like sex this morning. And Vince was practically jerking off when I got up to go to bed." Daryl wouldn't make eye contact. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "So what? You said it was OK. And I bet you jerked off when you got in bed." "Look, son, don't get defensive. Yeah, I did jerk off, and you're right, that was all OK. I'm just saying, you don't have to hide that from me." Daryl gave him a look of disbelief. "Hide what?" Brian sat up. "Don't play stupid. You guys were having sex. That's fine. Lots of young people play around and experiment with each other. It doesn't mean you're gay. I mean, maybe you are and maybe you're aren't. It's not a big deal." Daryl appeared to consider this. "Did you do it?" Brian hesitated, then sighed. "When I was a kid? Yeah. With my friend Wayne." "Whoa, Dad, you did?" "Yeah. Don't look so shocked. You didn't invent that stuff." "I mean ... what did you guys ... you know ..." "Probably a lot of the same things you and Vince do. You know, we ... put it in our mouths and ... and our buttholes ..." "Seriously?" "Yeah." Brian noticed the look of awe that Daryl was giving him. "Wait, you and Vince don't do that?" "We do. I mean ... we, you know, suck each other, but ... not in our butts!" "Oh." Now it was Daryl's turn to blush. "Oh. Yeah, well, we did that. And a lot of other things too." "Like what?" There was no turning back now. A sharp erotic thrill shot up Brian's spine as he noticed Daryl's cock getting hard. He felt his own shaft uncoiling and expanding in his lap like a snake. "We ... we had anal sex. Both of us, with each other. And we also ... licked each other." "Licked what?" "Well son ... one way to get yourself ready for, you know, anal sex, is to ... lick the other person's, uh ..." "You licked each other's asses?" Daryl was now openly tugging at his hard cock. Brian swallowed, took a breath, and started stroking himself too. "Yeah, it fucking felt good," Brian heard himself say, in a deep voice unlike his own. "Fuck yeah," murmured Daryl. Then they both knew what would happen next. "Want me to show you?" "Oh god, Dad ... yes."