Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 03:42:22 EDT
From: CobbleHillGuy@aol.com
Subject: Crossing the Line chapter 3

Crossing The Line: Chapter Three
By CobbleHillGuy

(This fictional story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a father
and his teenage son. That's incest, y'all. So if you're under 18, offended
by such subject matter, or if reading this sorta thing is illegal where you
live, click "x," go eat some ice cream, and think happy thoughts. This text
and all characters contained within are Copyright 2002 CobbleHillGuy and may
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Dan Russell watched his son Josh wander back into the living room, then
looked down at his own tented shorts. He followed the boy, planning on
watching the afternoon news before making lunch, but upon entering the living
room and seeing Josh sitting there, idly flipping through his comic books
with a raging hardon, he was overwhelmed with...what? Lust? This was SO wrong.

He walked over and stood next to the couch, pulling his tee-shirt over his
head as he went. He unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and let them drop to
his feet. He stepped out of them and, still wearing his sandals, sat next to
his son.

Josh looked at his father, mouth agape. Half a dozen comics fell off the
couch and onto the floor. Dan's dick stuck up past his navel, bobbing and
leaking a steady flow of pre-cum.

"Fuck it," he said, and leaned in toward Josh.

Josh leaned closer, as well...preparing himself for the kiss that was sure to
come. His eyes were heavy-lidded, and his mouth partially open as Dan got
closer and closer.

Dan whispered in his ear. "This stays between us, okay?" Then he sat back,
barely catching the confused look on Josh's face. Without skipping a beat,
Dan started to masturbate. His 10-inch cock was slick with pre-cum. He loved
the way his hand got totally soaking wet with it, too, and the way it dripped
down to his balls. Sometimes, if he went long enough, it would trail down to
his asshole, and he'd stick a finger in there. Not for long...it wasn't like
he wanted to fuck himself or anything...but damn it felt good to just stick a
finger up his ass and wiggle it around a little. The other day, he almost
thought he saw Josh doing the same thing, but couldn't be sure.

As Dan began to beat his meat, Josh snapped himself out of his daze, and
watched attentively. It was silly to think his dad wanted to kiss him. Crazy.
Jerking off was one thing, but making out with his own father? Never happen.
He looked on in amazement as Dan kicked back and stroked himself. His free
hand never stopped roaming over his body. Dan was playing with his nipples,
rubbing his balls, jerking himself with two hands, back to his balls, one
hand up to taste his pre-jizz. Josh felt like he was being hypnotized. He
couldn't tear his eyes away.

But that was the whole point, wasn't it? They were doing this for each
other's benefit as much as their own.

So Josh reached down and grabbed his own 8-inch teen tool, which dripped as
much natural lube as his Dan's. He started to mimic his dad's motions. Until
now, he never realized his smooth nipples could be so sensitive. He never
realized the intense sensations that came from rubbing his balls while he
jerked off. He almost came, but then eased back for a moment, reveling in the
pleasures of THAT feeling.

Now Dan was watching his son watch him, and it excited him all the more. He
noticed Josh imitating his motions, pleasuring himself and exploring his
body. It was like looking into a mirror, except this mirror reflected a
younger version of himself. Josh brought a finger to his mouth and tasted his
pre-spunk. Dan let out a moan. This was too fucking hot.

He eased himself over to Josh, just a couple of inches. Now their bodies were
side by side, their thighs touching. Josh was two-fisting his dick, like he'd
seen Dan do. On impulse, Dan reached over and ran a cum-slick finger over the
boy's left nipple.

"Oh, YEAH, Dad..."

He let his finger drift down to his son's flat stomach, then opened his hand
to get a good feel of Josh's pubes. Josh never stopped stroking, so Dan took
Josh's balls in his hands. They were big...weighty...like his own. So full of
cum, even after all the masturbating Josh had been doing. And they were wet,
as Josh's teen-lube flowed down from his hard dick, over his balls, and onto
the couch.

Josh was turned on, but incredibly nervous. He worried that at any moment,
his father would come to his senses and put an end to this incestuous scene.
He wanted to touch his dad...to kiss him...but he was so afraid of what might
happen that he just kept on jerking off.

Dan was still fondling Josh's sack, feeling it bounce in his palm as the boy
stroked off. The little slapping sounds were turning him on even more, and he
continued to stroke his own wet dick. He looked at his son, but Josh had his
eyes closed, soaking up the moment. "Should I touch his cock?" Dan wondered,
"COULD I?"

In the end, he couldn't. He took his hand away from Josh's young balls and
went back to two-fisting his own rod. Josh's eyes snapped open, as Dan's
warm touch vanished. They sat side by side now, blatantly starting at each
other, looking at each other's dicks. Both of them wanted to do more -- so
much more -- but neither one could take the first step. Dan thought it was
funny that he was chickening out, having gotten this far, so fast.

Still, he inched even closer to the boy, and Josh took the initiative and
swung his left leg over Dan's right one. The living room began to fill with
the odor of their pre-jizz and sweat. Simultaneously, both Russells reached
for their assholes, each of their faces registering a moment of shock that
morphed into pure lust as they saw what was happening.

Josh began to moan as he slipped his middle finger into his tight young hole,
and as Dan fingered his hairy chute, he did the same.

"Fuck, Joshie, I'm really close..." Dan said, his voice hoarse with passion.

"Me, too, Dad...I'm gonna shoot any...fuck! FUCK ME!!" Josh exploded with more
cum than he'd ever shot before. He was leaning slightly toward his father,
and the first wave caught Dan right in the face. That was all it took for the
older Russell to pop off. He purposefully matched Josh's accidental target,
hitting the boy's upper lip with his load. Josh continued to hose Dan down
with jizz, even as his tongue snaked out and licked the spunk dripping down
his face -- his father's spunk. Dan wanted to scream with pleasure as Josh's
hot sperm splattered across his hairy chest and stomach, and Josh practically
WAS screaming. His moans reverberated off the living room walls as Dan's
cream covered his smooth chest.

As their volleys of cum diminished in small degrees, each of them finished
shooting on their own bodies. In some places, it was impossible to tell what
cum belonged to the father or the son.

Dan let out a sigh as he let go of his semi-hard cock, watching as Josh
licked the cum off his hand, as usual. "Tasty?" he asked.

"It sure is! And I got TWO flavors this time around," Josh wisecracked,
slurping up the last of Dan's cum from his lip.

"Hmm...I wonder whose tastes better?" Dan asked, and scooped up some of his
son's juice from his own cheek. As he brought his hand to his mouth, Josh was
already gathering more of Dan's sperm sample from his young chest.

Dan lapped up Josh's fluids, relishing the taste, and as he watched Josh echo
his motions, his dick started to harden again.

"I like yours better than mine," Josh said, after a moment. "I guess this
stuff is like wine. Gets better with age. OLD age."

"Heh -- funny, kiddo. But I'm having no trouble keeping up with you, am I?"

"Nope! And I'm glad."

"Me, too. Now what do you say we clean ourselves up before we ruin the
couch?" Dan rose from the couch, and already felt the cum running down his
body and dripping on the rug.

Josh stood up, as well. "It's always chores with you, huh? Do the laundry,
get the groceries, wash off the jizz." There was less juice running down his
body because he was continually scooping it up and eating it, loving the fact
that most of it belonged to his dad. His dick loved it too, as it was
sticking straight up and leaking again.

"Who said anything about wiping? I'm going straight into the shower, as is."

"You think so? Hang on a sec, Pop."

Dan almost passed out as his son suddenly dropped to his knees in front of
him. The kid's face was inches away from a very hard cock. "Uh...what're
you...doing?"

Josh looked up at his dad with a handsome grin. "You're still wearing your
sandals. Can't wear 'em in the shower, so lemme help." As Dan lifted his
left foot, Josh undid the Velcro ankle strap and eased the sandal off. The
top of his head was rubbing the bottom of Dan's balls, and a drop of pre-cum
fell onto Josh's hair.

He looked up. "Now the other one," he said. His breath was warm on his
father's nuts and cock. Dan lifted his right foot as Josh repeated the
process. This time, he held on to his father's foot for a moment. "You've
got nice feet, Dad. Big...smooth..." He had one hand on Dan's ankle and the
other was wandering all over his foot, giving his dad's toes a squeeze,
reaching underneath and massaging his sole. The whole time, Josh's head
continued to nuzzle Dan's nutsack.

Again, Josh raised his face towards his dad. "How's that feel?"

"Um...good. Really good." Between the foot massage and Josh's proximity to his
cock, Dan thought it a wonder that he could keep his balance. He looked down,
to see that Josh was staring intently at his dick -- and the boy's mouth was
open. Then the teenager let go of Dan's foot and started masturbating again,
not moving from the spot he was in. "Josh, we really should get cleaned up..."

Another drop of Dan's salty pre-cum fell from the head of his cock, and
almost in slow motion, he watched as Josh opened his mouth, caught it, and
swallowed. "Oh, God, Josh...you shouldn't..." Dan didn't know how much more he
could take, but in seconds, he got his answer, as Josh suddenly unleashed a
flood of cum all over his feet. For the second time, he felt his son's hot
load hit his skin, and as that boyspunk soaked his feet and ran down between
his toes, Dan grabbed his own cock and pumped it for all it was worth.

Instantaneously, he blew a load all over Josh's face.

Although Josh never touched his father's cock, the bulk of Dan's seed landed
in his waiting mouth. The rest covered his face in dripping streams.

A moment of silence passed between them. Josh wondered if he'd gone too far.
So did Dan. He extended a hand to the boy, helping him stand. They looked
into each other's eyes, wary of what was to come next. Dan took Josh's face
in his hands, wiping some of the cum away with his thumbs.

"You know what we did was wrong," he said. "And we shouldn't do it anymore."

Josh simply stared at his dad.

"You and Ryan are all I have in the world. I promised myself after your
mother left that I'd do good by you boys...that I'd never hurt you the way she
did. But this...you're my son. You're 17-years old, for God's sake."

"Dad, I--"

"Ssshh...let me finish. If you tell me right now that I've gone too far...if you
tell me that you want this to stop, I will. Then I'll get dressed and find a
shrink before the day is over. If you want to call the cops, I'll hand you
the phone."

"But..."

"Know this, though: I love you. I can't say I understand what the last couple
of days have been about, but I love you more than my own life. Do you
understand?"

"Yeah, Dad, I do."

"So what do you want, Joshie?"

Josh took a deep breath. What he was going to say would change everything,
even more than things have changed already. How would his decision affect the
family? There was no way of knowing. He took a deep breath, swallowed, and
spoke. "I want to be naked -- with you. I want to see you naked...all the time. I
want us to jerk off in front of each other, whenever we feel like it. I want
to watch you do it...and I want you to watch me. I want to do it together. A
LOT. And...I want to touch you. EVERYWHERE. I...I...uh..."

"What?"

"I think...I think you're really hot." Even now, after all they'd done
together, Josh didn't know what that statement would bring. He looked into
Dan's eyes, and saw his father looking back with a serious expression.

"You sure about this, kiddo?"

"Yeah...I am."

Dan's face melted into a bright smile. He leaned in and kissed Josh on the
forehead. "Then what do you say we take a shower now? You and me, together?"

Josh couldn't have been happier.

*   *   *

An hour later, Josh was back where the fun began, sitting on the couch. He
was nude, staring at the TV and channel-surfing with the remote, but his mind
was lost in the memory the morning's events. After they'd fooled around, he
and his dad had taken a shower together. It was different from what he'd
expected. For starters, they didn't mess around. Both of them had jockeyed
for a position under the shower head with their hard dicks pointing the way,
but neither guy jacked off. He helped his father wash his back, and even
soaped up his hairy chest for a minute or two. Dan returned the favor. But
neither Russell's hand went anywhere near the other one's cock. Still, Josh
had a great time. Being that close to his father, knowing that it was okay to
be naked and aroused with him, gave the boy more pleasure than he could have
imagined.

Until a couple of days ago, he hadn't realized what an exhibitionist he was.
And he was thrilled that his dad not only let him indulge in his newfound
"hobby," but was willing to take part in it. From now on, he could be as free
as he wanted with his body, and maybe, in time, he could get even more
intimate with Dan. Josh was finally admitting to himself that he was gay. He
hadn't said it out loud yet, but based on the way he felt when he looked at
his father, there was no other way to define himself. Dan obviously knew,
without having to hear Josh say the word out loud, and although Josh got the
impression that his father was primarily straight, his roaming hands during
their jerk off session -- not to mention the bucketload of cum he shot in his
face -- gave the kid hope that, before too long, he could get on his knees and
actually suck on his dad's cock. Maybe by the weekend, he could--

The weekend. Ryan! He'd be there on Saturday morning and staying for two
weeks. There was no way he'd put up with, let alone take part in, any of
these family sex games. Hell, Josh didn't even think the nudity would fly
once Ryan showed up. He was always a little conservative when he lived at
home...never discussed sex much...always kept himself covered going to and from
the shower. What was the difference, anyway? It's not like Dan was going to
initiate Ryan into their little nudist colony. Knowing his father, Josh
expected his dad to put everything -- the nudity, the masturbation -- on hold
until Josh was gone. That sucked, big time, and he was concerned that within
those two weeks, Dan might have a change of heart.

That was when the phone rang.

*   *   *

Dan busied himself grilling some burgers in the back yard. He wasn't wearing
a stitch of clothing, but it didn't really matter. The fence on all three
sides of the yard was a solid seven feet tall and a low patio roof, along
with several trees, obscured him from the view of any upstairs windows. As
long as he didn't stand on a pedestal, no one would see him.

The day was turning out to be fairly bright, now that the rain had let up.
Good time for a barbecue, he thought. With all the energy he and Josh had
expended, a hot lunch would be just the thing they needed to refuel.

He flipped the burgers and looked down at his naked dick. Josh had been so
close to it...and Dan had wanted so much for his son to suck him off. But there
was still a strange hesitation. He knew he was being ridiculous. Letting his
son give him a blowjob was wrong, but it was a-okay to shoot in his mouth?
Crazy logic.

It wouldn't be long, he imagined, before they took the next step, but the
specifics...who would make the first move and how...were factors that evaded
him. He'd just let things happen when they did. And if they didn't -- if he
never actually got to have sex with Josh -- even that was fine. What they had
was pretty damned special, already.

The food was ready, so Dan put the burgers and dogs on a styrofoam plate and
set it down. He was just about to call for Josh when he got the shock of his
life.

"Hey, hey -- we got ourselves a nudie boy!"

Dan turned his head sharply to right, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.
Standing head and shoulders over the fence, like some sort of giant, was his
neighbor and friend, Billy O'Reilly. The guy was tall, but he wasn't THAT
tall. What the fuck?!? Dan felt dizzy for a second. He was naked...Josh was
naked in the house. The boy could walk into the yard at any moment and then
what would happen?

"Hey, Nakers -- you forget how to talk?" Billy was grinning from ear to ear as
he obviously stood on a ladder or something to give himself height. He was
always in a good humor, and the sight of his nude neighbor seemed to strike
him as amusing.

"You forget how to knock?" That was all Dan could come up with. Lame. He
looked around for something to cover up with. Of course there wasn't anything
available, so Dan eased himself over to the far side of the barbecue, hoping
that would be enough. It wasn't.

"Sorry, Captain Starkers," Billy said. His red hair and grinning face gave
him the appearance of an oversized child, but Dan knew the guy was at least
35. "Didn't mean to scare ya. I was just messin' around over here and got a
whiff of your meal. Thought I'd peek over and say hello...maybe beg off a hot
dog. Got all KINDS of hot dogs over there, wouldn'tcha say?"

"Yeah, I'd say. How `bout you climb off whatever you're standing on and give
a guy some privacy?"

Billy frowned, but not seriously. "Aw, you ain't no fun, Danny. Ya think I
care if you're parading your dick around? It's not like we're not built the
same down there."

"Uh huh. Down. Privacy. Now." Dan pointed a spatula at Billy, "Before I have
to tan your country boy hide."

The grin returned. "Big man...big man with a spatula. You got a ladle to go
with that? Or maybe a cheese grater? I'd better watch out for you and your
utensils." He nodded towards Dan's crotch. "All of `em!"

"You're too much, you know that?"

"I sure as fuck do, Danny. So're we okay now that I've seen yer boys?"

"We're good. Hope you got an eyeful." Dan glanced at the back door. Still no
sign of Josh and it looked like Billy was winding down.

"That I did. Sorry if I embarrassed ya. Some day I'll show you MY goods and
we'll call it even."

"I'll count the minutes, Bilbo."

"Don't know if I'll show hard, though...at least not as hard as THAT! We'll
see. Later, boss!" And with that, he popped down and out of sight.

Dan looked down at his crotch to find his cock sticking straight up and, as
usual, leaking some lube. He felt his cheeks flush. Billy had gotten an
eyeful and more.

*   *   *

He was just about to call out for Josh when the back door swung open and the
boy stepped into the yard. Dan was taken about to see his son fully dressed
in a Linkin Park tee-shirt, denim cutoff, white socks and sneakers.

"THIS is a different look," he said, holding the plate of food.

Josh looked at his dad with a disheartened expression. "That was Mitch on the
phone."

"Oh...problem?" Mitch was Josh's best friend. He came from a troubled home.
His dad was dead and his mother was often drunk and borderline abusive. On
many a night the kid slept in Ryan's vacant room.

"Another fight with his mom...you know how it is. I told him I'd meet him at
the mall and keep him company till she cools down." He nodded toward the
food, "But I think I've got a couple of minutes for lunch." His gaze traveled
to Dan's crotch. "Some meat would be really good right now."

Dan laughed at his son's flirty remark, but couldn't bring himself to toss
one back. With Josh dressed, he suddenly felt more than naked -- he felt
exposed. But it was too late for second thoughts. He forced himself to sit
down on a small lawn chair without covering up, and spread his legs as a way
of defying his reservations. "You sure you don't want to invite Mitch over
here? He's always welcome, you know."

"I know. It's just that..." Josh searched for the right way to express
himself, "We've been having a lot of fun...and I know it's gonna stop when
Ryan comes home. If Mitch comes over now, then..." He looked down at the ground.

"Then the fun is over NOW. Is that what you're thinking?"

"Yeah."

"I guess you're right. Our...ah...playtime, let's call it, is a private thing.
It's not something we can share with Ryan OR Mitch. Neither one can handle
it."

"I know. I've never even seen either one of `em naked, and Ryan LIVED here."
Josh said, as he grabbed a burger, slapped it on a bun, and began to wolf it
down. "But it's not like we're actually having SEX or anything. I mean we--"

Dan held up a hand. "Stop right there, kiddo. I don't mean to shock you, but
in case you didn't notice, you..." he lowered his voice, "you swallowed an
awful lot of my spunk a little while ago. Where I come from, that's called
sex."

With a smile, Josh finished another bite of his burger. "I guess. I was just
thinking..."

"I know what you were thinking. We think alike, remember? You figured if we
took things nice and slow that maybe Mitch or Ryan -- or Mitch AND Ryan could
join us. Am I right?"

Josh took a swig from a can of Pepsi he'd grabbed from a cooler near the
table. "Yeah...I guess you're right. But if--"

"No `but if,' Joshie. This isn't some kinda porno world we're living in.
This is real life. Let's not push it, okay?"

Josh answered with a nod. He knew his dad and now was not the time to push
it. But Dan had a surprise for him.

"Now, while you finish your lunch, I'm gonna...relax. Maybe you wanna watch?"
With a quick glance at Billy's side of the fence, Dan pulled his chair closer
to Josh and began to gently massage his cock. In a few seconds he was fully
hard. Josh's left hand was firmly planted in his own denim-packed crotch, but
Dan stopped him from going further. "You said earlier that you wanted to
watch me. Just sit back and enjoy it."

Josh took his hand away from his package while Dan, nervous as hell, but
turned on beyond belief, masturbated openly in front of him. Dan's legs were
stretched out on either side of Josh's, and the teen could feel the hairs on
his dad's calves rubbing against his own smooth skin. Josh licked his lips as
Dan's balls bounced up and down, accompanied by the slick-wet sound of his
pre-cum lubed fist as it moved ever quickly. Minutes passed, then Dan,
breathing heavily, whispered, "I'm close."

"I want it." Josh said. And in an instant, Dan was standing in front of him,
pointing his cock toward the boy's open mouth and jerking it vigorously. Josh
put his hands on his father's ass cheeks, and before Dan realized what was
happening, he felt himself being pulled closer. The tip of his cock wasn't
waving in the air before Josh's face, it was hitting his nose and lips. Then
it was sliding across the kid's tongue. And finally, in one magical moment,
Dan's hard cock slipped into his son's mouth, and he began to face-fuck
Josh, hard and fast.

Josh had never sucked anyone's dick before, but he'd seen enough movies to
know how it worked. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. With his
dad. Outside. In their own yard! And Dan's cock was so big...it tasted so
good. Any second now...any second...

"I'm cumming, Joshie...I'm fucking gonna shoot!"

The head of Dan's dick began to swell in Josh's mouth, and suddenly the kid
felt his father's hot, juicy load explode onto his tongue and down his
throat. He swallowed. Sucked. Swallowed again. And again. Dan continued to
pump his rod in and out of the boy's face-hole until, finally, he was spent.

He stepped back, and Josh looked up to find him glistening with sweat.

"Wow."

"Yeah, kiddo. Wow about sums it up." He wiped a runner of jizz from Josh's
chin. "That was NOT something I expected we'd do this afternoon -- if ever."

"I'm glad you did." Josh stood up, his dick was hard and angled toward his
belly within the confines of his shorts, highlighted by a large wet spot next
to the fly. "I almost came without even touching myself. But I've gotta do it
now." Quickly, he yanked the buttons on his fly open. He wasn't wearing
underwear and his young cock popped out immediately. Standing before his
naked father, whose penis was still semi-hard and wet from spit and cum, Josh
gave his cock just a couple of strokes.

Like a fountain, he sprayed his spunk all over his father. Cum flew across
the short space between them, hitting Dan fully in the crotch, soaking his
hairy dick and balls even further. Bang, bang, bang, it just kept shooting
out. Josh angled his dick down towards his father's feet and let the last of
his load fall there.

"What is it with you and my feet?" Dan asked, as Josh quickly shoved his dick
in his pants and buttoned up.

Josh blushed. "I dunno...I like `em."

"Hmmm...I'll keep that in mind." Dan glanced over at the plate of food. "And
now that I've worked up an appetite -- again -- I suggest you move your sweet ass
outta here so I can eat."

"Heh -- will do, pop." Josh headed for the fence door at the side of the yard.

"And Joshie?"

"Yep?"

"If Mitch needs a place to stay, don't be selfish. This stuff can wait."

"Sure," Josh answered, as he took off. But he didn't think it could.

*   *   *

Later that afternoon, Dan was taking a much-needed nap on the living room
sofa when he heard a knock on the door. His first groggy thought was that
Josh had returned having forgotten his keys. Instinctively, he rose and
headed for the door, then realized he was still naked. "Josh, that you?"

"Danny, dude, open up! It's Billy."

Although they were friends, Dan uttered an annoyed "Now what?" under his
breath. Then, louder, he said, "Hang on a minute." Rubbing the sleep out of
his eyes, he spotted his robe on the recliner seat, where he'd casually
tossed it at some point. When was that? This morning? Yesterday? He hated
being woken up suddenly, finding it hard to focus.

Billy knocked yet again. "Whatcha doin' in there, Danny? Whackin' off?"

That gave Dan a jump-start, waking him up fully, almost as if someone had
splashed a glass of ice water in his face. Had Billy seen what happened in
the yard earlier? He THOUGHT that no one was around, but Billy had a way of
popping up. And he was a sneaky critter, too. Dan grabbed his robe and
quickly pulled it on, tying the belt loosely around his waist.

"Okay, Billy, calm your ass. What's up?" Dan opened the door to find the
ever-grinning Billy standing there with a bottle of beer in each hand. He was
dressed in an old yellow tee-shirt, a pair of running shorts, white socks and
black sneakers.

"I was just gonna have an afternoon beer when I figured I'd swing by here and
share some out." He walked past Dan into the living room, handing Dan one of
the beers on his way. As Dan closed the front door, he saw that Billy was
standing in the center of the room, sniffing the air.

"Uh...what's with the Hannibal Lecter routine, Bilbo?"

Billy spun around, almost giddy. "Dude...you WERE whackin' off! This room
smells like jizzy jockstrap!"

Dan waved a hand at his enthusiastic buddy and took a seat on the couch as he
opened his beer. "Man, you should write for that C.S.I. show, seeing as how
you're so good at sniffing out evidence. Been inhaling a lot of cum fumes
lately? Familiar with the smell?"

Rather than sit on the couch or recliner, Billy plopped himself down on the
floor, just to the side of the coffee table and facing Dan. "Hey...I'm a guy.
I've unloaded a few messy ones in my day. Hell, when I was kid, my room STANK
of spunk." He tilted his head toward the stairs. "So I guess Josh is out on
the town, huh?"

"Yeah, he's at the mall."

"Cool...cool..." Billy unscrewed the cap from his own bottle of beer, tossed it
on the coffee table, and took a sip. His eyes wandered back to Dan, then to
Dan's lap. "Just us, then."

Billy's line of sight was not lost on Dan. His robe was short, and he knew
that from where Billy was sitting, it was likely he was catching a nice view.
He thought about covering up, or even going upstairs for a pair of shorts,
but then decided against it. Billy had already seen all there was to see, so
why bother.

"Ya know, Danny...I really am sorry if I caught you by surprise earlier. I know
how you like your privacy and all. I was just goofin' on ya."

"Hey, that's okay. You gave me a shock, but that's you, Bill...always
unpredictable."

Billy drank a little more. "Hell, I'd walk around naked all the time, if I
could. Mindy wouldn't like it much, though. She's...whatchacallit?
Conservative."

"I get that impression. What's she up to tonight?"

"Oh, her mother's over and they're brewin' some witches potion in the
kitchen. Mindy's calling it dinner, but I dunno...your jizz smells better." An
embarrassed expression took over for his usual smile, but he seemed to shake
it off. "So is this what you do when the kid isn't around?"

"Jack off?" Dan was a little uncomfortable with this conversation. He got the
feeling that Billy was baiting him. But was it because he was witness to
Dan's sex romp with Josh, or was it something else entirely? He couldn't be
sure.

"Get naked, jack off...the whole deal." His eyes locked on Dan's crotch again.

"Well, I can't say I was much of nudist until recently...but yeah, I'm naked a
lot."

"I saw that."

"It feels good, you know? And I guess it turns me on." Dan took a swig of his
beer. Neither them were going to work up a buzz from a single bottle of
Budweiser, but drinking gave them the illusion of an excuse for what seemed
to be coming. "So sure, I jacked off a little today. After Josh left, of
course."

"Cool..."

"And I was naked when you were knocking on the door. ASLEEP, thank you very
much, but naked."

"Hey, d'ya mind if I take my sneakers off? Mindy won't let me go barefoot in
the house. Says it's undignified."

Dan smiled. "Go ahead...get comfortable."

Silently, Billy untied one sneaker, then the other, and slipped each of them
off. He looked up at Dan. "Socks, too?"

"Sure...whatever you want."

Billy peeled off each of this socks. "That feels good."

Dan looked at Billy's feet and thought about Josh. He was pretty sure the kid
had a foot fetish on top of everything else. Funny that he seemed to be
embarrassed by it. It wasn't a big deal, and looking at Billy's big feet,
Dan started to wonder if Josh wasn't onto something. His dick began to
twitch.

"'Course I don't have a fancy robe to lounge around in." Billy said, as he
let his eye roam the length of Dan's body.

"This thing? I'd hardly call it fancy. I'd just call it terrycloth."

Billy smirked. "Okay, don't be a wiseass, Dan-o. I know it's not silk, but
it's nice. Kinda sexy." Billy rubbed his chest, his left hand gliding over
his nipples. He cleared his throat. "Not that I'm sayin' YOU'RE sexy. The
ROBE is sexy...short. Goes right up to your -- anyway, I was thinking about
Mindy. She might like me in something like that."

Dan's eyes widened. "MINDY might?"

"Yeah...Mindy...my wife? Lives next door?"

"Uh HUH. So the woman who won't let you go barefoot in the house would get a
kick out of you parading around in a `sexy' robe?"

"Real men don't parade, bucko. They stride." Both guys had a chuckle over
that remark, then Billy went on. "I'm not saying I would wear it to do the
laundry..."

"You do the laundry?"

"Shut up. But in the bedroom, she might like it. You wear it around here a
lot?"

Dan nodded toward the door. "No, I wear it to the office. And I've got one in
black that I keep handy for funerals."

"I hope you wear a tie with it, then. Seriously, man...do you wear it with the
kid around?"

Again, Dan's guard went up. "He DOES live here, Bill. What're you getting
at?"

Billy seemed to pick up on Dan's rising tension. He held up his hands, palms
toward his semi-nude friend. "Hey, hey -- I meant no harm, buddy. Like I said,
it's kinda sexy is all. Just wondering if you...ah...felt sexy when you're
wearing it?"

"Okay, okay. Well, I sorta do. Maybe I did when I first bought it. But
lately, I've felt sexier when I'm naked." He swallowed the rest of his beer
in a couple of gulps. "Listen to this bullshit. Two grown men talking about
how `sexy' they feel. Why don't we give each other facials and have done
with it?"

"There's only ONE kinda facial I like to give, Danny." Billy said, as he
groped his crotch.

Dan felt his stomach drop about six feet. The erection he'd been getting went
south. What the hell did Billy mean by that remark? He MUST have seen what
happened in the yard. It was stupid to have done it. Fuck!

"So, I was wondering..."

It was coming. Right here was where Billy would confront him about
face-fucking Josh. Then what? Maybe he'd just ask for a blowjob and leave it
at that. Maybe he had blackmail in mind. Dan felt seriously nauseous.

"Can I...uh...try it on?"

"WHAT?!?"

Billy was in the midst of standing up, "The robe. Can I try it on...see how it
looks? How it feels?"

"You want to try on my ROBE?!?"

Billy's cheeks flushed. "Yeah. Just for a minute...if it's okay." He was
already pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a lean, slightly sunburned
chest.

Dan stood and faced his friend. A feeling of immense relief washed over him
and was immediately replaced by excitement. He undid the knot in the robe's
belt, and his dick began to throb again.

Billy, meanwhile, hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist of his shorts, and
in one quick motion, pulled them down. They fell into a pool around his feet,
and he stood there in a pair of white briefs. Those briefs were barely
holding back a solid 7- and a half-inch hardon. Billy was well aware of his
condition. "Uh...sorry, man. Guess I AM gonna show hard, after all."

"No problem, buddy. You saw mine already, what's the big deal?" With that,
Dan opened his robe and slipped it off. As he held it out for Billy to take,
his cock rose to it's full 10-inch length.

"Whoa! That thing is HUGE."

"I know. Gets pretty wet, too. You'll see." Already a droplet of pre-cum was
forming at the tip. "So are you gonna try this thing on, or what?"

"Yeah, I am. One sec." Billy paused, seemed to steady himself, and then
yanked his underwear down. They joined his shorts in a heap around around his
ankles, and he stepped out of them and kicked everything away. His dick, like
Dan's, was rock solid. Unlike Dan's, however, it was uncircumcised. It stuck
out from a thick bush of pubic hair, bobbing slightly. "I'm just turned on
about the robe, is all. And Mindy."

Dan said nothing and let Billy take the robe from his hand. He quickly put it
on, but his eyes never, ever left Dan's crotch. And he didn't bother tying
the belt, either.

The sight of Billy standing just a couple of feet away, his dick exposed and
erect, was enough to push Dan over the edge. He took hold of his cock and
started slowly stroking it.

Billy whispered, "Fuckin' huge...," and took his own tool in hand.

"So does the robe feel good, Bill? Does it feel sexy?" Dan asked, jacking off
without shame or hesitation.

"Yeah...it feels...awesome."

But Dan knew it wasn't the robe. It had never been about the robe. After
seeing him naked in the yard, Billy wanted more. The robe was a means to an
end. Billy stepped even closer to Dan.

"Just thinking about Mindy, man...what it's gonna be like later on...you know?"

"Sure I do. Sure." Dan knew more than Billy would ever admit. Mindy. Right.
"You gonna walk around in it? Let her see your dick and balls hanging out
whenever you sit down? You gonna wear it when you fuck her? When you fuck her
right up the ASS?" He was pounding away at himself. Pre-cum was flying all
over the place.

"Fuck, man. That's hot! I've just gotta jack off. I've GOTTA! D'you mind?
It's this robe...and my wife. We can do it here, right? Now? Keep it between
the two of us?"

"We're the only ones here, Billy. We can do whatever we want. Whatever YOU
want."

In silence, the two men masturbated, their eyes never leaving sight of the
other's cock. Thoughts were racing through Dan's mind. How far did Billy
want to go? He seemed pretty eager to experiment. Maybe he could get another
blowjob. Maybe he could suck Billy off. But that wouldn't be fair to Josh,
would it? And how much time did they have before Josh came home from the
mall? Damn, Billy's cock looked good! What would that uncut slab of meat
taste like?

"Dad, I -- MR. O'REILLY?!?"

"Oh, FUCK!!"

"Josh!?!?"

Josh stood between the foot of the stairs and the living room entryway. He
was totally naked.

Dan was shell-shocked. "Where the hell did you come from?!? Oh, Christ!" He
turned to Billy. "It's okay. I can explain!" But shouldn't he be explaining
himself to Josh? This was a disaster. "Josh, you need to put on some--"

"You were asleep when I came home, so I went upstairs and listened to a CD I
bought." He gestured to his ears. "Headphones, so I wouldn't wake you. I
didn't know anybody was..." His eyes were glued to Billy as his young dick
began to rise. "You guys were jerking off together!"

Billy stood, panic-stricken, between Dan and his 17-year-old son. One hand
was secure around his cock. Despite this unnerving interruption, he was still
hard -- maybe even harder than he was a minute ago -- but nobody moved. Billy
couldn't even bring himself to close his robe. It was as if the three of them
were suspended in time.

As a droplet of pre-jizz dripped from his dick to his bare foot, Josh turned
to his father. "So what happens now, Dad?"

To Be Continued...

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Author's note: Good question, Josh! Will Billy run away wearing Dan's robe?
Is there gonna be an orgy in the Russell house? And where the hell is Ryan,
already? Stay tuned. Comments are always welcome. Write to me at
CobbleHillGuy@aol.com.