Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 03:59:10 +0000
From: wadewrightaz@yahoo.com
Subject: Daddies and the Boys      Chapter 1               (incest story)

Daddies and the Boys

Chapter 1 / Daddy Boy's Bar

By Wade Wright

	"Daddy Boy's Bar!  Well I guess that pretty well explains this bar,
doesn't it?"  Clay remarked.  "Hey, I wonder if there is a chain of bars
with names like, "Black on White" for the interracial group, or maybe 'Cock
and Balls" for the torture guys, or maybe "Dick and Ass" for the fuckers,
or even maybe "Fist and Butt" for the fisting group?  I'm really surprised
that they let a bar have this descriptive of a name!"
	"Yea, I agree!"  Bill replied.  "I know when I first saw it, it
sure shocked me!"
	"Well, how in the hell did you ever find this bar over here in
Bellcenter?"  Clay asked.
	"A couple of guys on campus were talking about it one day, and I
got kind of interested, so I started nosing around and found out exactly
where it was at.  I drove over last week-end, and found it.  I thought
maybe you might like to see it too.  I think it's kind of a cool place.  I
think you'll like it."
	Daddy Boy's Bar was a rather small bar, but a very cozy bar.  The
name was very appropriate.  The bar was hidden down a rather back street in
Bellcenter, and was not actually very visible to the majority of Bellcenter
residents.  The patrons of this particular bar, appreciated its rather
"behind the scenes" location.
	Daddy Boy's Bar has no stools at the counter.  This makes for a
much more fluid roaming of customers.  Nobody gets trapped sitting beside
somebody that they kind of wish, had never happened in.  The outer walls of
the bar have nice, "rather cozy" booths, with higher than normal seat
backs.  This makes each booth quite private from the ones next to it.  On
each table is a small electric lamp, that looks like it was converted from
an old oil lamp.  The lighting in the entire bar is very low and
comfortable.  The background music is a very acceptable 'blend-in' music,
that does not take over the bar, nor the conversations.  The center of the
room has some 'walk-up-to' taller tables, and also some tables with captain
chairs that have coasters on them, and nice arm rests so that you can just
kind of 'kick-back', stretch out your legs and enjoy a great conversation.
	Clay and Bill entered, got themselves a drink from the bar, and
then approached one of the, 'stand-up-at' tables.
	"Yea, I can see what you said about the guys in here."  Clay said.
I certainly can see the name is working for them.  I wonder just how many
of these younger guys come in together, but then just happen to leave with
one of the older guys on his arm?"
	"Well, last week-end when I came over here, I didn't come in with
any other younger guy, but I certainly did leave with one of the 'older
guys', as you call them, on my arm.
	Clay and Bill were both right at 21 years old. Each had just
recently had their respective 21st birthdays, so the 'being legal' in a bar
was kind of a novelty to both of them.  For years, they had been doing the
"fake ID" thing, as almost all hot hunky college guys will do.  Both were
in college, except not the same one.  Clay was much more of a football type
of athlete, so after high school he went to State University so that he
could be on the football team.  He was on the team, but never made it to
the point of being one of the big stars of the team.  Did not always warm
the bench, but certainly was aware that becoming an NFL star was not in his
future.
	Bill was a wrestler.  He had gotten interested in wresting as a
grade school student one day when they had rainy weather and they played in
the gym, instead of going outside for a recess.  That became his first
wrestling, or kind of, experience, and he realized very early that wresting
was his sport.  After high school, he stayed in Springvine and attended
Springvine State, since it was claimed that they did have one of the best
wrestling programs along the entire east coast.
	"So, you got lucky last week-end I assume then, right?"  Clay
quickly asked.
	"Yea, sure did.  Nice guy.  Don't know if he will be here tonight
or not, but if he is, I'll introduce you to him..
	"OK, but hey, give me some detail!  Tell me about him, man!"  Clay
rather insisted.
	"He's like 45 or 46, never married, good tight athletic body on
him.  Not too tall, about maybe 5'10" but hangs a damn good weed wacker!
Oh, and, yea-when it ain't hanging, it can really wack!  Damn felt good!"
	"So how did you two meet?  He just come up to you?" Clay asked.
	"Well, yea kind of.  I mean, I saw him too and maybe I was kind of
keeping my eye on him, too.  So anyway, we talked, and then we went home,
and then he "wacked"!
	"Oh shit, Bill. Your terminology cracks me up."
	"Well Clay, you know as well as I do that guys with a little more
experience under the belt, or just below the belt, just simply know how to
do another guy, better than the younger guys do.  You've had enough of the
older set to know that.  I mean, lets' face it!  When was the last time
that you even went to bed with a guy under about age 40?  Hell man, I've
seen you leave the bar with guys you could call Grandpa!  ---UH---none of
those guys actually were your Grandpa, were they?"
	"Yea, I know Bill.  But why do the older guys go after us, if we
admit that the older guys are the better players.  This don't make too much
sense to me.  Does it to you?  We are the 'younger' ones, we are out after
the older guys, because they are better, but then those older guys are out
picking us up.  So who really is the better?  Cute little tight assed
younger guys, or the older more experienced daddy types?"
	Clay, you just said it!  We, the cute little tight assed younger
guys, like the more experienced man, and the older guys, they like our cute
tight little asses!  Clear and simple!  Hey, when I am one of the older
guys, maybe I will be looking for some young guys with a cute little tight
ass like I have today.  You know we, as human beings, are never happy with
what we are when we are, whatever we are.  We're always after something
bigger, better, hotter, and in our case tonight, something older!"
	"Yea you sure are right man!  We are never satisfied, are we?  Hey,
just how do you plan on us handling this if one of us does get lucky
tonight?  We are like 35 or 40 miles from home, and I'm not too sure some
guy would be too anxious to drive one of us home if the other one gets
lucky."
	"Uhhh-oh. Well, kind of never thought about that!  Maybe a three
way?  Or maybe,-- only if he has an acceptable friend?  Hell--Clay!  I
don't know!  Maybe it's no sex for either one of us tonight!"
	Just as Bill was finishing that statement, a man approached his
side and asked, "You are Bill, right?"
	Bill turned toward the man and exclaimed, "Oh, Phil.  Hi!  Hey how
are you tonight?"
	Bill then turned to Clay and said.  "Clay, this is Phil.  This is
the gentleman that I told you I had met in here last week."
	"Hello, Phil."  Clay responded. "I'm very glad to meet you!  Bill's
description of who he met last week was very "on the mark".  He remembers
people very well, I guess.  He also told me that you have a very good weed
wacker!"
	"I have a what?"  Phil asked with much puzzle in his voice.
	"Never mind, never mind!"  Bill intercepted.  "Just a friendly
comment about one of your body parts, that's all Phil."
	"Oh-Oh--OK.  I do think maybe I do understand, and if I do
understand correctly, I thank you very much for the complement, Bill.  Hey,
men, I have a friend over here at the table that I'd like both of you to
meet, if you would.  Would you come join us?"
	"Yea, sure we will."  Bill quickly answered.
	Phil led the way, and headed toward the back area of the bar, to a
table that looked like it should be empty.  The man that they were to meet,
was seated with his back to the room, and up against the wall.  Almost
hidden from view, until you completely approached the table.  And as they
did, Clay let out an almost way too loud of an exclamation, "Dad!?  Dad!?
What in the hell are you doing here?"
	Bill immediately put his hand on Clay's shoulder and said, "Stay
calm Clay, --stay calm, man.  Here Clay, sit down here.  Everything's OK
Clay, just stay calm.  OK man?'
	Bill guided Clay into the booth so that he was on the opposite side
of the table, and immediately facing the man that Clay had just realized
was his own father.
	"Dad, what in the hell are you in here for?  What in the hell is
going on here?"
	Clay then turned to Bill, who had seated himself beside Clay and
again asked.  "What is going on here?  What--uh--------what is going on?"
	Bill had his hand on Clay's shoulder and calmly and quietly asked.
"You OK, man?  Everything is all OK, just kind of sit there for a minute
and collect yourself. OK?"
	Clay then put his arm around Clays shoulder and kind of gave him a
gentle squeeze.  Looking at Clay, Bill then continued.  "I knew they were
going to be here tonight!"
	Looking at Bill, then his own Father, then at Phil, Clay was just
completely confused, in somewhat of a state of shock and continued to ask,
"What is going on?"
	Clay's Dad reached out across the table and attempted to put his
hand on Clay's arm, but placed it on Clay's hand since the reach was just a
little too far to really reach his arm comfortably. "Are you OK Clay?  Take
a drink and give yourself a minute or two.  I know you are really in a
state of shock right now, but everything is OK.  We will explain everything
to you. OK?"
	Then turning to Phil said.  "Hey Phil, get Mike's attention and
tell him we need four fresh drinks over here, OK?"
	Phil got the waiter's attention and ordered the drinks.
	Bill kind of squeezed Clays shoulder again and said.  "Clay, I
happened to run into your Dad and Phil in here last week.  We had a lot of
discussion about how to let you find out about him.  Since I now know, he
felt like the time was right for you to know too.  We decided that having
me bring you down here to Daddy Boy's and have them to just 'happen to be
here' too, was maybe the best way to let you know what was going on.  I did
not know your Dad was gay either until I happened to come in here last
week.  Your Dad and Phil are kind of long distance lovers."
	"Clay" Dad said to his son.  "I have wanted you to know the truth
for a long time, but the right time to tell you never seemed to happen.
Once Bill knew, I knew I simply had to let you know, and quit living the
fake life that I've been putting on.  This is the reason that your Mother
and I separated.  She knows the real reality.  But she is a smart woman,
and she knows that a person can not be changed from who they really are.
She has accepted the facts.  Your big brother Bob has never been told, but
it's different with him living in Europe now.  I guess since you now know,
I will need to level with him pretty soon too."
	"But Dad, what about Lilly?  I thought you and Lilly were a set
pair?"
	"Clay, Son.  Lilly is a lesbian.  She is a cover for me when I need
to play the ole straight roll for the college or someplace, and I am a
cover for her when she needs a man on her arm for all of her legal meetings
stuff.  She and I help each other out whenever necessary.  Clay, I'm sorry
son, but most of those times when I was gone for the week-end and was "at
Lilly's", I was really at Phil's.  Lilly was always in the know, so that if
anything was said, she knew the right answers to say.  Clay, I'm really
sorry for all of the cheating and lying that has been going on.  But Son,
being a coach at a state college, a guy has just got to be way too damn
careful.  Do you understand?"
	"Hey, Clay."  Bill intercepted.  "I have been a wrestler on your
dad's squad for three years now, and I never knew it either until the funny
little meeting just happened last week-end, so be aware guy, that nobody
else knew either.  You were not the only one that did not know.  Hey--Clay,
look at my problem now!  I've got to be a wrestler on his squad, let him
see me in my cute little singlet, have him know what I'm trying to hide up
in there, and try to act like I'm not paying any attention to him or his
actions at all.  Clay, do you realize just how many times during a match a
guy's coach will put his hands in his pockets, or maybe scratch his balls,
thinking nobody ever notices.  Yea,--it may look like us wrestlers are only
paying attention to what is going on, on the mat, but Clay, when a wrestler
has a coach as hot as your Dad is, our eyes keep track of a hell of a lot
more than just the other wrestler.  Hey-before,---- I could kind of brush
it off, but shit man, ---now I will know every time when he makes some kind
of a sexy move, that I'd rather be on top of him, than the guy I've got on
the mat with me, right then."
	Clay kind of shook his head, looked at Bill in a rather half
smiling manner and remarked.  "Well shit man!  At least you are trying to
put this whole damn thing in perspective.  Bill, I'm not too sure I'm so
worried about your new wrestling problems, right now!"
	Then looking at all of the men seated with him at the table, Clay
then asked.  "How am I supposed to react to this?  Am I supposed to be
pissed?  Pissed because nobody ever told me before?  Pissed because Bill
found out before I did?  Am I supposed to be glad?  Glad since Dad and I
can now share our guy fucking experiences with each other?  Glad
because,-----oh,----I don't know--why to be glad.  I'm confused!'  I feel
like I'm supposed to be pissed, but I'm just not sure that I am.  I don't
really know how to feel!"
	Then looking directly at his Dad, he continued. "Yea, Dad.  I'm
glad.  I think I'm glad.  I guess I'm glad.  Hell man!  Shit man!  How many
other guys have ever had a conversation with, his best friend, his Dad, and
his Dad's friend, and all in that one conversation disclosed that he was
---yes-gay----and also finding out at the same time that his Father is gay
too?  Shit man!  Damn!  Hey, Bill, hand me that drink please.  I think
maybe I am going to need a hell of a lot more than this one drink, right
now!"
	The men all sat there in a very quiet and somber mode for a few
minutes. Then Phil said.  "Clay, I am real sorry that you and I had not met
earlier.  Ray has told me a whole lot about you.  He is very proud of you
as his son.  And, I am proud of you too.  You and I do have a lot of
catching up to get done, but I know I will be as proud of you once I really
get to know you, as your Dad is.  And young man, you have a very very dear
friend in your buddy Bill here.  He has a tremendous amount of respect for
you.  Last week-end was a pretty rough time for him when he and your father
ran into each other."
	Looking up from his kind of a face down position, Clay did ask.
"Yea, how did all of that all happen?"  He looked at Bill and continued.
"Yea, Bill what happened last week?  How did this all come down?"
	Bill looked at Clay and explained.  "Clay, I heard about this bar
here in Bellcenter where the younger guys and the older guys do a pretty
good job of hooking up together.  I finally asked enough questions around
campus to find out exactly where it was.  So I drove down here last
Saturday night.  I was standing over there where you and I were earlier,
and Phil and your Dad walked in.  Of course your Dad took one look at me
and dropped his jaw.  He knew then that the cat was out of the bag.  We of
course talked about how I will keep my mouth shut on campus.  What I know
about him, is none of their business.  We then kind of started talking
about you.  Your Dad told me that he has figured for quite a long time that
you were gay, but because of his sexuality, he did not ask you, and felt it
was better if he found out some other way, some other time.  Well, last
Saturday, he found out for sure.  He and Phil met each other since Phil is
the wrestling coach here at the high school."
	Looking rather surprised at Phil, Clay then asked. "At the high
school?  Here in town?  God, man!  Isn't that pretty dangerous for you to
be in a gay bar in the same town where you are a coach?"
	"Yea, I know it sounds like it should be, but since it is only high
school age guys, none of them can come in here, and the ones that are now
out of high school are pretty cool about where they hang out at.  Not that
many come in here anyway.  They are usually trailing young asses just like
their own, anyway."
	"Well after this conversation in here about you and me, and
probably every guy I ever went to bed with, then what happened?"
	Looking at Bill, Clay asked.  "Well I'm sure you came down here
last Saturday for some sex, did you find any?  Or was the whole night
scrapped once you found out your own coach was gay, and everybody discussed
me and my actions?"
	Bill again placed his arm around Clay's shoulder, pulled him a
little closer and then said.  "Yes, Clay.  I did come down here to Daddy
Boy's Bar to find sex, and yes I did.  Your daddy is a very hot daddy in
bed.  Especially since he had his playmate there too."
	"What?  What--you went home with them?"  Clay quickly exclaimed and
questioned!  "The three of you went home together?  You went home with my
Dad and Phil?  You and my dad had sex?"
	Looking then quickly between his Dad and Phil, back and forth, Clay
asked. "Why take him home?  You two have each other!  Why come in here
anyway?  Why do you guys come in here?  I don't understand!"
	"Hey, Son."  Ray replied.  "Just because there does happen to be
two of you, in other words, Phil and me, that does not mean that a third or
a fourth person can not, nor should not, be involved.  Right?  Last
Saturday night, --all night long and during part of Sunday, Phil and I kind
of adopted Bill as one of our new sons.  He obeys in the bedroom very well!
He needs very little training!  Well---on the wrestling mat, he sure needs
some practice, but in the bed, I guess he has been getting a lot of
instructions, from some pretty good instructors, or maybe some other
coaches."
	"Clay."  Ray said to his son.  "We have already cleared this with
Bill,--- part of our pre-planning,--- he is prepared to stay here
overnight, if you will agree to, also.  We have everything all set at
Phil's house for a good visit from our new boy of last week-end, and our
completely new, and actual boy and true son, from tonight.  Your Daddy is
already and has been looking forward to this for sometime now.  I'm wanting
to do this.  I know it is going to be something kind of new and different
for you, well it will be for me too, but I'd really like to do it!  You
game?"
	Bill then squeezed Clay's shoulder one more time and said.  "Clay,
your Daddy wants to have sex with his boy.  You game?"