Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 22:45:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: BikerbearLI <bikerbearli@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy's on the Line

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are the product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all
characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of
you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you
are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials
in your area, you should be leaving at this time.


Fantasies are great, but always remember to play safe in real life.

Comments and plot suggestions are gladly welcomed.  Please send them to me
at "bikerbearli@yahoo.com"


Not that we were a nudist family in any sense of the imagination.  But my
parents kind of lived by the "we made you with these bodies so we've got no
reason to hide them" standard. I know many time growing up watching dad
walk to the bathroom to shave in his all-together, been there when he
needed to piss while I was in bathtub. Shaving with his furry butt bouncing
as he leaned into mirror. The occasional morning after the late night
before, when he'd fall asleep on the toilet and had to be awakened for
breakfast. Nothing sexual or lurid in the least, just dad being dad. I saw
my mother just as much tits out, getting dressed for the day or holding
court in the bathtub on a Saturday with bubbles to her floating breast,
very open door bathroom policy with them. Never an apology or excuse. Being
it was the 1970's, I look back and think they were fairly progressive in
not making a issue of body image. Us kids would sometime feign shock or
giggle but we took it in stride. I'm one of four children, one of the
middle kids. We lived in a modest house with the bedrooms upstairs and
enough space on the main floor, plus a full basement so you could find a
place to be alone when needed. At 17, I needed those spaces almost daily
and usually found myself in the basement work room pumping my perpetually
hard cock to unload my balls. I never though it odd to suck my hand clean,
no waste, no traces.

One of those nice spring Saturdays, my morning wood needed serious
attention, so I was down there early working out my first load of the day,
stroking and fingering my pucker which always got me to shoot quicker.. Mom
and my younger sibs had already headed out to do the shopping and my older
bro was working so he was gone just as early. I knew had a few hours of
privacy and was far enough away as not to wake dad or not hear him milling
about above. I was enjoying the slow stroke and rub and was in no rush to
pop once I'd started.  I was really enjoying it, heading to a nice eruption
when the freaking phone starts ringing. Damn! I being the only one home
would have to run up to answer it before it woke dad from his late day-off
rest, which he liked. I quickly pulled up my shorts and bounded up the
stairs to the kitchen and caught it by ring four. My cock slowly softened
as I answered.

On the phone was dad's boss, Mr. Raines, he needed to talk with dad about
something and asked if I could go get him.  Like many back then, we only
had one phone in the house centrally located in the kitchen. I rested he
phone on the wall mount and ran up to his bedroom.  Knocking as I slowly
opened the door calling for my dad, I saw he was still in bed half covered
and raised my voice to wake him. I reached and grabbed his covered foot and
shook it to finally rouse him.

"What..?" was his drousy reply.

"Dad, Mr Raines is on the phone. Something he needs to ask you he said was
important," I replied as he slowly started to uncover and sit aside the bed
naked as ever.

"Okee. Go bring me the phone" he tells me as he rubs his short flattop hair
and blinks more awake. I ran back down and grab the handset and start
running it to him. The phone cord in those days, before wireless phones and
multiple phones in each room of house, was about 30 feet of coiled plastic
which usually resembled a DNA helix when hung up, but would stretch though
out the kitchen, down the basement staircase, or up the stairs enough to be
out of sight of the front doorway.  There dad sat down waiting for me,
balls and dick hanging over the step, legs spread, a perfectly normal state
of things repeated routinely. I handed him the phone and he reached and
tussled my hair.

"See if there's some coffee Mark." He asks. I turn and head to the kitchen
while he starts with his boss. "Hey Jim... Yeah, took care of that yesterday...
Whadaya need to know..."

I find the half empty pot of coffee which is still luke warm and grab his
mug from the cabinet. I hit it with a bit of sugar and head back to the
stairs to deliver it. As I come into view, he's scratching his nuts and
bush while continuing with his boss. He gives me a wink as he takes the cup
and takes a long sip between answers. He puts the cup down and gives me the
puppet hand gesture while rolling his eyes to tell me Mr. Raines is
jabbering on. I giggle a bit at the humor of it and make to smack dad on
the inner leg. I really didn't mean it but the tip of my fingers came close
to his cockhead and he flinched reflexively. He shot me a scowl but knew I
didn't mean it. He cupped his package and rubbed it a bit shaking his head
at me which made me smile again.

"Yea Jim, It's all in place for later at the event site...The manager there
has the contracts and contact numbers..." he went on with the conversation.
He reach around and tried to scratch his back but obviously it was in a
spot he couldn't get to.  He flashed me his eye and nodded to his back
signaling for an assist from me. I scooted up next to him on the step and
reached around to start scratching his back all around. He gave a soft moan
as my nails circled his skin and smiled that I had helped hit the spot. I
just continued rubbing his back for a moment enjoying the closeness. I
could smell his body and feel his hairy body. I didn't realize that my cock
started to react without me thinking until I felt it pump in my shorts and
rub the fabric. It was in play mode due to the interruption, and was
responding to anything.

This also was adding to my scampishness and daring. I slowly crept lower
with my rubbing circles to his tailbone area and dad leaned forward
enjoying the almost massage my one hand was giving. This gave me more
access to his upper ass and I slowly added it to my ministrations.  I
started pressing harder and venturing lower, working my fingers into the
top of his sweaty trench, all the time waiting for the moment he'd stop
me. I heard a few ooo's and ahh's as I worked his flesh. "No Jim, Just a
bit stiff as I just work up sorry," he reported to his boss. He reach down
and squeezed my leg and rubbing it up and down my quivering thigh. My
shorts kept getting pushed higher as my own hand sunk lower toward his
hole. I couldn't believe what we were doing but was not going to put a stop
to it either.

Then it happened, his hand roamed up high enough that it bumped the hard
cock tenting my bunched shorts. Time seemed to slow as I waited for his
reaction. I didn't breathe, couldn't if I'd wanted to. He didn't pull away
but instead started squeezing it through the material getting an ample feel
of my manhood. Then, almost as if timed, I made contact with his moist hole
at the same time he slipped his hand up my shorts to feel my throbbing
dick. My mind went blank at the feeling of his hand grabbing my firm cock
as my fingers played with his pucker. Dad was almost off the stair crouched
to let me explore it, his balls dangling just beyond my fingertips. His
hand continued squeezing and rubbing my cock.

"Hey, Jim, Listen. I'll touch base again later, but, uh... I need to... uh,
you know... But trust me it's all set and good... Great... Later then." Dad
stammered as he finished. His grip on my dick lever let up as he shifted
back on the step forcing me to stop my probing of his hole. I figured this
was it, all over. Dad slowly dropped the handset on the stair and let go of
it. It retracted and clatter down the step to the main floor and slid to
the wall. Dad just turned and looked at me in a dead serious matter. "Looks
like we have the same problem Mark," dad slyly said as he sat back on the
step giving me a full view of his hard dick pointing straight ahead above
his loose hanging balls that draped over the step edge. I was so hot for
that furry framed pole at that moment I almost dove on it, something I'd
never consider to this point. Especially not the dick belonging to my
dad. I froze not knowing what I should do.

"Well kiddo, you started this and I know I taught you to finish what you
start,"dad said with a lilt to his words. He surprised me by slouching out
on the stair and laying back exposing his hole over the edge, his cock
angling back over his furry middle age paunch, a bead of pre-cum peaking
out the tip. He continued to squeeze my painfully hard dick.

"You sure dad? This is pretty hot, but... you know..." I stammered.

"Mark," dad's firm voice drawing me in, "we're here, hard and both enjoying
the moment. Let's go. No judgement, no regrets. You were doing magic to my
hole and both are dicks are telling us to go with it." He smiled lewdly and
started to stroke my dick in earnest.

I reach down and took hold of his fat club dick, not a monster, just thick
and flesh with a nice head. My hand fit all the way around it and I
relished the feel of his hot pole. I gave it a firm squeeze which not only
got a deep moan from dad, but forced out a nice drool of lube which ran
down to my fingers.  I fell forward so that one knee was next to dad and
gave him good access to my cock and balls. He made no excuse while he
surveyed my package and felt it's heft.  I wasted no time myself doing the
same. While dad had the girth and copious ball bag over my cock and balls,
I definitely was a bit longer than his and he worked my dick in firm long
strokes. He let go just long enough to pull my short fronts down under my
balls and resumed his handjob. Damn he was making my dick feel good and I
started adding my own lube to his hand now. We both explored the others
cock, balls, belly, hips and trench.

"Mark, don't forget my pucker, you really had it twitching before," dad
said directly. I ran my fingers under his sack and down his taint toward
his hot spot. I locked eyes as I once again started prodding his moist
twitching hole and swirled my finger around it freely. Dad for his part
picked up the pace on my cock and added fingering my balls, scratching my
bush and running his hand up to my nips which I'd never considered a hot
spot. Once he started to pinch them, I knew I'd be adding them to my jerk
off sessions. It occurred to me this was becoming my"talk" with dad. He was
certainly showing me a lot which I didn't know before, like how hot it
could be with two guys just letting it happen. The silent connection only
served to heighten the surrealness of the moment. We just let each other
roam and play uninterrupted.

I knew we were both getting hot and sweat started forming on my forehead
and dad's. Both our dicks were dripping a steady stream of pre-cum, dad's
cock just drooling it over my hand and some flying off as I stroked him
faster. It finally started dripping down his crack to where my finger was
firmly prodding his hole, dad just moaning more and more as his hole seemed
to dilate and soften. His cock drool made it so slick and easy to rub,
daring me to go further. I brought my wet fingers to taste his drool in the
heat of the moment. His clear jizz was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted!
Mixed with a hint of trench musk I let it linger in my mouth as I sucked it
off my digits. Dad wasted no time in leaning in to swipe it right off the
head of my dick, smearing it over his lips and short mustache. That made my
supporting leg almost crumble from the prickly sensation. Dad just looked
hp and locked his gaze on me and I watched him lick his lips and suck his
wet stache clean.

I returned my fingers back to his puffed up hole unconsciously as dad
started to grip my balls hard and gently tug them down. Fuck my balls
screamed but I welcomed the treatment. "Oh damn dad, Oh my god... you got me
so close..." I breathily warned. My load was boiling to erupt andf I was not
going to be able to resist the plunge much longer.

"Fuck yea Mark! Your cock is like iron and you're making me just as crazy..."
Dad replied. "Mark... Oh shit.. Do it now! Pop it in me!" he pleaded as his
body shook before me. I knew what he wanted and went for it. I shoved my
jizz- lubed finger right into his hole, right to the third knuckle in one
fast jab. His wet warm inside sucked it in greedily and I pressed it hard
to his hole. Dad screamed and his cock started unloading a huge white thick
load. One huge shot pumped out and away from his crimson head landing on
his belly, the rest poured out over my hand dripping over my fingers and
into his hairy crotch. I milked him as his hole devoured my finger and his
body rocked through the orgasm.

As dad came and dropped his load, his grip on my balls went vice-like and
he went into overdrive flogging my dick. With all the sensations of this
taboo intimacy; my hand covered in his load, my finger deep in his hot wet
hole still pulsing around it, his hands pounding my pole and tugging my
tightening sack, I let the orgasm wash through me. My cock erupted like
never before. My load few out in long strands covering his hairy chest and
nipples, more and more kept coming as he pumped my dick like a possessed
man. One shot hit him smack on the mouth and lewdly hung there. He
immediately dove in and covered my cock with his mouth catching the last of
my spurting load. He swirled his tongue over the tip sending powerful spasm
through me. My finger popped out of his hole as my body went rigid. My
balance faltered and I brace my self with my now free hand in his wet
furred chest. He stopped his assault on my dick and leaned back while I
regained my balance. I released his spent dick and felt how wet and coated
my hand was. Being that he had already sampled mine, I wasted no time bring
his thick load to my mouth to clean my hand and savor dad's juice. The
taste though different than mine was no less sublime and I devoured it.

As we both came down of the orgasmic high, both letting the others load
languish on our tongues and breathing heavy, we just watch each other revel
in the moment. Dad rubbed my load into his hirsuite chest, I rubbed his
last drops over my face enjoying the smell of his cum.

"Oh fuck kiddo, that was hot and your shoot one hell of a load!" dad
finally broke the silence we were locked in.

"Shit dad... I can't begin to think of what to say," I added awkwardly.
"That was so intense, I had no idea..."

"Yea it was. Haven't felt like that in a long while. You really stoke a
fire I forgot was even there," dad added. He smiled and reach for my head
to tussle my hair. That sent even more tingles down my spine.

During the whole experience, I never once noticed the phone bleeting down
below us. I disentangled myself from dad and gently covered my package back
up in my shorts. I shaking descended the step to hang up the phone. I
turned to look as dad stood up to stretch and rub his butt. He smiled
proudly as he gave his softened dick one more squeeze. A final cloudy drop
appeared and he wiped it off with his finger. He turned to go up the
remaining stairs as he sucked that precious cum blob off his digit.

"I'll be in the bathroom , we're gonna need to clean up before your mom
gets back," he stated as he disappeared.  I hastily returned the phone to
the wall mount and sprang up the stairs to see what else dad might want to
let me in on.

-Fin-