Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2010 23:01:57 +0100
From: John-Paul Dixon <jpdixon1@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Dad Joins In",part two

Disclaimer:

The usual legal stuff applies.So, don't raed if you're not legally able to
in your country.

And, if this kinda stuff makes you go red in the face and feel morally
outraged, what the fuck are ya doing reading it? Lol! It's fantasy, maybe
not to everyones taste, but it is just that!

So, those of you still here, read on and enjoy.


So, to set the scene, dad had kinda given me the green light to thrupp away
at me boy-knob as much as I liked, now that mum had decided to leave.No-one
was saying how long she'd be away, no-one really ever told me anything!
But, while she was gone I knew I'd be on me cock as much as I could, AND
mum wouldn't be barging into my bedroom and interrupting me.RESULT, lol!
Also, dad had hinted that he'd be tugging on his cock as well and that gave
me feelings I'd sort of been trying to get my head around.  For a while now
I'd had these thoughts about my old man, dirty thoughts which thrilled me
and puzzled me at the same time! When I was a kid, well yeah technically I
still was a kid, but I mean when I was younger, dad would wash me in the
bath.  He had this habit of slipping one hand between me boy-cheeks, 'to
keep you from falling over' he'd say and the other hand would be washing
round me 'bits', You'll remember I said I had a real long overhang and he'd
get a wet, soapy finger in there and rub around my little bell-end, 'to
make sure yer nice and clean' he'd explain.  Now, I didn't know that it'd
take so long to clean round there, and I didn't understand why dad's
breathing got all funny, like he'd been running, or why his other hand, the
one in my arse-crack would start sliding up and down.  All I knew was that
it felt so good and my knoblet would become really stone-hard! When he'd
lift me from the bath-tub and stand me on the mat he'd blow wet kisses
against my little tummy, around my outie belly-button which would make me
hoot with silly giggles! He'd move down to just above my rock-hard 2inch
cocklet and blow against me there, all sloppy and wet! God, I loved him in
those moments.  After each part of me he'd dried he'd kiss it, my feet,
legs even my little bottom, and sometimes he'd kiss my knoblet, EVEN when
it was stiff!  So, I guess without my knowing it then, he was a cock-lover,
which was to prove the case.

Waking up the morning after mum had left, jeeze, that was still strange,
MUM HAD LEFT, I sported the usual early-morning stonker!  Remembering there
would be no interruptions I pushed the sheet off my slim, pale body and
gazed lovingly at my pride and joy, my rock-hard boy-jewels! I could smell
that powerful ripe boy-smell coming of my knob, well, I hadn't washed it
for a couple of days, and the smell made me even harder.  Of course, the
smell also had me leaking slime like a tap! A strand of slime hung from my
foreskin and oozed to my slim hairless thigh making the two parts connect.
Almost purring, I slipped a finger into my skin and scooped up some of the
pre-juice and licked it off, mmmmmmm, syrupy and kinda bitter/sweet, and
sooooo ripe! I collected more and rubbed it round my stiff little nipples
and yet more I rubbed into my tight arse-hole, which had a decent patch of
hair round my ring and in the crack.  Knowing it would soon dry and stick
to the hairs was sooo damn nasty! Getting back to my pulsing, throbbing
knob I wrapped my hand round the shaft and began stroking, slowly up and
down the length raising my hips off the bed so that my arse-cheeks
clenched.  Oooh, god, I loved my cock, lol!

Using a thumb and forefinger I slowly rolled my skin back over the
sensitive dark red bell-end and, oh, that delicious stench of unwashed
boy-cock flooded my nostrils! That just made me start stoking my knob
quicker.  Damn taking my time, I just needed to squirt my thick, bleachy
loada boy-muck!

"Mmmmmm, dad, yessss, that's it, suck my knob, pleeease, dad"

I was murmering those nasty, filthy words to myself as I worked my
steel-hard cock, thrashing my head side to side as my hand flew up and down
my shaft, using the slime oozing from my piss-slit as lube.  I was in a
world of my own, fisting my aching knob, balls bouncing up and down,
arse-hole twitching as I imagined my dad slobbering all over my red-hot
boy-knob.  And all the while that stench of me filled my bedroom and it was
driving me crazy, that and the thought of my dad swallowing my slimey knob
and mumbling into my groin as I fucked his mouth!

"Aaaagh, aaaaaaaagh, dad, do it, DO IT, DOOOOO ITTTTTT!"

And then, just as I was on the verge of spitting out huge globs of my
greasy bleachy boy-muck, the bedroom door flew open and dad stood in the
doorway and cried out,

"Oh, fuck, son, sorry.  I didn't think. . . . . . .what the, christ,
sorrrrreee, oops, leave ya to it"

Oh, it was way too late! My cock swelled and a fat glob of boy-spunk
blasted out my piss-hole and splattered up to my chin and hung there! More
followed, I just couldn't stop, squirt after squirt of rich, creamy
cock-juice shot out of my knob as my dad just stood there, eyes wide and
mouth almost on his chest! Heaving and moaning I didn't care, I had to
empty my aching balls.  Six decent squirts, no I didn't count 'em, but it
must've been that much, arced over me coating my reddened slim chest and
then with a final grunt my arse slammed back to the mattress and I lay
there, all shivery and panting.

"AHEM, when you've done, laddy, we need to have a chat."

Oh, christ! Now I'd emptied my balls it was real freaky, my dad standing
there in the bedroom doorway looking at his bollock naked son coated in
thick globs of spunk!

"S'ok, son, don't panic.  Just wanna chat about summat.  Mind you, it was
well hot watching my lad chuck his muck up.  Decent fuckin' loada spunk ya
made there, proud of ya"

I looked over at my dad from my bed and grinned, pleased he'd got an
eyeful, (if not a mouthful, YET), and didn't feel embarrassed anymore! God
love him, lol! I propped myself on my elbows and still panting a little I
said,

"Well, dad, you said I could toss-off anytime I liked
so. . . . . . "Winking my eyebrows up and down I grinned like the cheshire
cat.  Dad laughed and winked back at me,

"Yup, s'right, son, I did and I mean it, whenever ya like, where ya
like. . . . . .with whoever ya like" And looking at the floor, where I
still kept me pile of crusty, spunk-stained undies, he said,

"Why not clean all that gunk off yerself, son.  Use one of those skanky
pairs of undies, if ya don't swallow ya muck, that is.  Then get that cute
arse of yours downstairs so we can have that chat, eh"

God, he could be realy potty-mouthed, my dad, when he wanted.  But I found
it a major turn-on so I wasn't complaining, lol Tossing a pillow at him as
he left my room, I laughed,

"Yeah, yeah, wouldn't you like to know.  Ok, I'll be down in a mo', gotta
clean the gunk"

So that's what I did, I used a pair of my crustiest, dirtiest pants to wipe
off my cooling boy-junk, and then climbed into them, heehee! Shit, that
felt ruddy marvelous, my knob in all that slime, parts crusty and parts all
slimey from the latest addition! Pulling on my grimey adidas trackies and a
smelly t-shirt and taking a deep sniff, yup, that'll do for me, lol! And
hopefully it'll do for dad, as he wouldn't be able to miss the smell of
ripe, sweaty boy!

Almost floating down stairs and feeling top of the world, I went to the
lounge where dad sat, on the sofa, head in his hands.  Oh, what now? I
hadn't heard the phone ring so he can't have heard from mum. He looked up
when he heard me enter the room and gave me a weak smile,

"Ah, there you are, son.  Come and sit here next to me, lad" Shrugging, I
made my way over to him and sat down, making myself as close to him as
possible! Dad popped an arm round my shoulder and sighed.  Then, ruffling
my hair he spoke up,

"Listen, son, you know ya mum and me's not getting along, right?" No shit,
Sherlock! "Well, thing is, see, what it is. . . . . . . .er, well, last
week, er, well ya mum caught me at the computer, and , well, I was having a
wank, like"

Oh, good god, was THAT all?! Bloody hell, I'd sneaked a look at some
sex-sites and had a quick tug!

"Dad, seriously, it doesn't matter.  Blimey, I didn't think she'd be that
mad, to actually leave, just cos she caught you wanking"

Dad looked really sheepish and he gave a cough,

"See, son, thing is. . . . .she was mad at what I was looking at more than
me wanking, though that fucked her off as well"

Now I was curious! I mean, what could have been so bad it made her walk out
on us? Had he been looking at lezza porn, or maybe he'd looked at stuff
with women and their dogs! I'd heard about them sites from a mate at
school! Fuck, maybe it was real dirty stuff, women with horses! Same mate,
same site, lol!

"Come on, dad, what was it, what was ya wanking to?"

Dad squirmed in his seat and he looked so red in the face, it was getting
scarey! Fuck, NOT kiddie-porn, surely? Jesus, that'd be well freaky, and
sick!

"Daaaaad, come on, pleeeease, tell me"

Blowing out a big sigh, he looked at me and answered,

"Oh, fuck it.  Alright, I was looking at blokes, get it, naked blokes, ya
know, doing stuff, with other blokes"

Phew! Was that it? My old man whacking off to gay porn? I nearly pissed
myslef laughing!

Christ, if he knew what I'd been wanking off to, lol, he'd have a
heart-attack, lol! Maybe I should tell him, eh?!

"What's so damn funny, son? I mean, ya mum's left cos of this, and she
might not come back"

Poor fucker, he looked so miserable and I immediately quit laughing,

"Sorry dad.  Didn't mean to laugh.  It's just that I bet everyone's looked
at stuff like that.  It don't mean nothing, doesn't mean yer gay, jesus,
don't sweat it"

Dad frowned and looked at me, like I'd just confessed to something weird.
Well, I guess I had in a way, lol!

"What do ya mean, everyone's looked at stuff like that? Have you, then, is
that what yer saying?"

Oops, he'd caught on! Well, in for a penny, lol!

"Course I have dad.  When you and mum went out to Aunty Maggie's that night
and stayed over, remember? Mum thought I wouldn't dare, but I know she
knows nothing about the pc and wouldn't know how to check what had been
viewed"

Dad gave a small grin and slapped me on the back,

"Jesus son, you took a risk didn't ya? I mean, I know how to check the pc's
history and all that.  How d'ya know I aint checked it, then?"

Taking a gulp and blowing out a breath I answered,

"Well, if you had, then you'd be having a 'word' with me well before now,
dad"

That made him look even more puzzled and he coughed and asked,

"Oh, yeah, come on then, what you been wanking off to? I take it that's
what you were doing"

Alrighteeeee then, now or never I guess!

"We-l-l-lllllll, thing is, a mate told me about this site, like, and it's
kinda gay, but it's blokes with, er, younger lads"

I swear I heard him take a sharp breath, and his leg trembled against mine!

"Christ, son, it weren't one of those kiddie-fiddlers site, was it, please
say you aint been looking at kiddie-porn"

Feeling well pissed off at that, I swung round and glared at him,

"Fuck, daaaad, course it wasn't.  Christ, I'm not a naffing pervert, jeeze"

Dad 'phewed' when I said this and flopped back in his seat, and only then
did it dawn on me that dad was wearing the same as yesterday, just his
boxers, only he'd also got on a t-vest! How the fuck did I miss that, lol?

"Sorry, son, shudda known you wouldn't do owt like that"

Yeah, too damn right! After all, I wasn't a perv', I was only interested in
the 'dad/son' sites, lol.  No, not a pervert at all, lol!  So, giving him a
playful poke in the side I laughed,

"Yeah, dad, I should think so an' all"

This broke the ice and dad leant forward and responded with,

"Well, that's ok, lad.  You watch what you. . . . . . . . . . .whoa, whoa,
back up a minute.  Did I hear you right? Did you say blokes with younger
LADS?"

Oh, oh, dad was catching on.  Granted, it took a while for the penny to
drop, lol, but finally he got it! Well, no turning back now!

"Er, yes, that's what I said, men with younger lads, kinda like, er, dad
and son shit"

Bracing myself for the slap, I glanced a look at him and bugger me, if he
wasn't smiling broadly at me, almost lovingly! Huh?!

"Bloody hell, son, ya little fucker.  So, ya like all that crap do ya, eh?
Get ya knob all stiff does it, dad and his son getting up to all kindsa
kinky shit, eh?"

At that, and before I had time to answer, he pulled me to him and whispered
in my ear,

"Know what son? So do I.  Gets my big bell-end dripping every fuckin' time"
And, taking hold of my hand he placed it over his boxer clad groin and
smiled at me,

"See, feel that son, feel how fricking hard and soppy it is.  Ya mum was
right, you ARE just like yer old man"

Oh, sweet-frigging-christ! Dad sported a steel-hard boner in his boxers and
a decent sized wet patch was forming at the front! YESSSSSS! He was
grinning like a mad-man at me and drool was at the corner of his mouth.  He
closed his eyes and leaned back and moaned,

"Oh, fuck son, feels sooo fucking hot, yer hand on me big daddy-cock.
Don't it feel good son?"

Lol, well yeah, had to admit, it DID feel kinda good! Sod that, lol, it
felt fricking amazing! Ask my bone-hard boy-cock which was tenting me
skanky, spunked-up briefs, lol!

Dad growled and leant forward, sticking his tongue in my ear he moaned and
in a husky low voice he whispered,

"How about we get upstairs and get on the bed and we can get down to some
full on nasty daddy/son shit, eh? Waddya say son, you up for that?"
Groping at my slimey, soggy boy-jewles he laughed and said,

"Ooooh, yesssss, seems like my randy son wants exactly the same as daddy,
mmmmmmm"

Pulling me to my feet and giving a nasty, lewd grin at the throbbing tent
in my briefs he pushed me towards the living-room door and with a slap on
my arse he groaned,

"Get up those stairs ya filthy fucker.  Time for some nasty fun"

And that's where we leave it, for now! My wrists can only take so much
typing, lol!

Don't panic, we WILL be joining dad and his horny little cock-sucking son
very soon!

contact me in the usual way.

jpdixon1@hotmail.com