Date: Tue, 14 Dec 2010 19:33:58 -0600
From: BillDad <billshorn@gmail.com>
Subject: Encouraged to do Dad

Just as I was about to get up and take a piss, I heard a knock on the front
door. It was about 2:00 PM and I was sleeping after a hard day at high
school.

It was my next door neighbor, the cop. His name was Wayne O'Hara. The
'O'Hara' part tickled me because of stereotypes of Irish cops. In reality I
lusted for this man. I used to open my curtain in my parents' house family
room so I could watch Stan mow the lawn, which he did in shorts, sneakers,
and nothing else. He was a very hairy "bear type". He was overweight in a
way that seemed even throughout his body, so he was stocky and
barrel-shaped.

I used to jerk-off thinking about doing "it" with this man. What the hell,
I was 17.

At the door stood Wayne in navy blue shorts, shirtless, with sweat rolling
down his already-partly-matted-down chest hair.

"Mr. O'Hara!" I stammered, quite surprised by his appearance at the door.

"Well, Don", he said, for once not calling me the diminutive "Donny" which
I disliked since I was grown up now. But "Don" sometimes was Dad, so I was
"Donny" in order to disambiguate us.

"I wonder if I could use your shower, our plumbing is still caput."

There was no one else home. My brother and sisters were older and at
college, my oldest sister married to an Army captain. Dad worked days
sometimes, nights others. Mom worked and often went right from work to the
University because she was working on an advanced degree.

"Sure, Mr. O'Hara," I managed to say. Could I watch? was my unspoken query.

"Thanks, bud." said Wayne, walking right in. He was good friends with my
parents, particularly Dad. I followed Wayne into the bathroom, and said I'd
bring him a new towel.

When I came back with the towels, Wayne was undressed and testing the water
temperature from the shower.

I couldn't help staring. I WANTED him to see me staring, regardless of the
fact that I knew he was a married, straight dad from suburbia. His son and
I had one class together, chemistry. He was one year older than me.

Wayne looked into the mirror, and seeing me, winked. I blushed, which was
the worst part. I blushed when any one said something like "gay" or
"blowjob".

I set down the towels and was about to say something, but Wayne started to
probe me about school, my relationship with his kid, about my Dad, etc.

I would have been rude to leave while he was talking to me. I left the
bathroom door open to let the steam out.

As I stared at my neighbor taking a shower in my house, I felt my crotch
swell as horniness caused blood to rush to my dick. I was dressed in my
Dad's swim trunks, which I borrowed because I liked the blue color....navy
blue....police blue.

Wayne, who was now soaping up his crotch and ass, asked me if I was
enjoying my schoolwork. Without giving me a chance to answer, he asked if I
was going to join the team again. The swimming team. His son was on it too,
but we really didn't know each other all that well. But seeing this hunky
cop in my shower, embarrassing me just by being naked and soaping himself
up in the shower, fully visible, gave me a hard on I had to grab before it
rose above my dad's swim trunks.

Wayne smiled as he noticed my teenage struggle with my boner. It was pretty
awkward, until Wayne stroked himself to a boner, pointing about at a 45
degree angle to the ceiling, thrusting through his mass of dark crotch
hair.

Since Wayne was a cop, and a married cop with a kid, I figured he hated
"queers", like the rest of society (except for the many, many married
men my dad's age or thereabouts that I would meet in t-rooms. I figured
that was some kind of hypocrisy, but it didn't make sense to me.)

Wayne was stroking his cock now, hard, and I was standing at the bathroom
sink just awed by his barrel-chest and massive muscles all over. He was
somewhat overweight, but that didn't stop him from being a muscly piece of
meat that I drooled over and had spilt a fair amount of cum thinking about.

Wayne had turned the water off and squeezed his cock in my direction. He
said, "come here Bryan, I think you want this." By now my heart was
pounding. As I strode up to the shower where Wayne was, my heart pounded
furiously in my chest. As I got closer he dropped his hand away from his
turgid meat and said, "yeah, grab it boy, let me see yours."

With that, he reached into my Dad's blue trunks that I was wearing and
pulled out my straining hard-on. He kneeled down, put his mouth on my dick
and started sucking. It wasn't my first blowjob, but this man I had
secretly lusted for all this time was now the one doing the sucking. I
couldn't believe how it felt, possibly better than any one of the several
blow jobs I had had, with the possible exception of the first one. He
grabbed my nuts and was blowing my mind and body to pieces, when I heard
the unmistakeable sound of the front door opening. It had to be my Dad, who
usually got home sometime around that time in the afternoon.

With a deft motion, Wayne reached over and closed the door. Then he put his
finger up to his mouth in the "shhh" gesture. He then grabbed my
still-rock-hard cock again and when I inevitably gasped, he made the
"shhh" gesture again. I heard my Dad walking down the hallway. As he
did, he knocked on the door, and said "Donny, you in there cleaning
up?" I answered with a guilty-sounding "yes, Dad".  "Is
everything OK? I noticed Wayne's towel out by the pool."

For a moment I thought we were in a bind. Then it occurred to me, "yeah,
Dad, Wayne was swimming in the pool, but went home." "OK, son"

Dad continued on into his bedroom. Wayne knelt down and again started
sucking on my dick, quietly this time, no slurping. I was too horny. I
pumped my load into Wayne's mouth, which he swallowed as fast as he
could. I spasmed and convulsed as I did so, struggling to stay
quiet. Luckily I heard Dad's shower starting up.

I exhaled. Wayne looked at me evilly and winked again. Then he snuck out of
the bathroom and out of our house. My cock was still pointing in the air. I
huffed a few times, but luckily Dad didn't hear or see me. I pulled on his
swim trunks again; I didn't have anything to put on. My cock was still
tenting them out, but I opened the bathroom door, which was the shortcut to
the pool. Dad tousled my hair and winked at me. Dad NEVER winks at me! I
did not know how to take it since men how winked at me were usually men I
was meeting in a sexual context. Dad went out the door into the pool area,
where Wayne had reclaimed his chaise longue and was stretching out with his
black swim trunks on. Dad asked me why I was wearing his trunks, and, not
having an answer, Wayne supplied one.

"He just wants to look like you Mark." Wayne cracked. While not
strictly untrue, we looked enough alike to be taken as father and son when
we went out, like the last time we went to the gym.

Just then, one of Wayne's and Dad's mutual friends came sauntering back to
the pool wearing khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. His name was Scott, and
he was in the Air Force, based near our town. He had dark hair and
sideburns at about the middle of his ear, which I took it was about the
maximum you could get away with. Scott's rank was Captain. He was holding a
six-pack of beer.

He greeted me first, "Bryan, if I knew you would be here I would have
brought a couple of extra beers. Technically I was not old enough to drink
but I was getting close, so even my Dad overlooked this part.

[small talk, then later...]

Scott was the one who ripped off my Dad's shorts off me, Wayne had only
reached in and tickled. My Dad seemed at once fascinated and
appalled. Apparently "fascinated" won out, because he said nothing
until Scott said, "I just wanted you to see the size of your kid's
boner, Mark. He's likely to hurt someone with it! And I wanted to see your
reaction. He walked over and, where my Dad was now standing, pulled down
those green trunks until we could all see my Dad's equipment.

Dad was semi-hard, which was shocking enough, but proceeded to keep
surprising me when Wayne and Scott pulled them all the way down and turned
him around so I could see his firm ass and his hairy crack.

That was the part that did me in. I wasn't going to resist any more. Scott
said, "I knew we had a couple of perverts on our hands. You should have
seen them showering together at the [PAL] gym. Bryan was staring and Mark
was taking his time. Then they both went into the sauna and God knows what
happened there." (What happened there was that I had my usual after-work
out hard on, and some guy with an attitude yanked the towel off my crotch
so my boner sprung into the air. I don't know if Dad saw me through the
steam, but the incident sure did leave me horny and I had probably not come
since then.

"We just wanted to see if you two would get horny for each other,"
Scott continued. Then he and Wayne, who was already naked, and semi turgid,
lifted me father and put him face down in a chaise longue. It was evil. I
was coursing with hormones and these two older men were conspiring to make
me and my Dad have sex! And I wasn't going to resist, if such a thing were
possible.

Wayne handed me the jar of suntan lotion and said, "you don't want your
old man to get a burn, now do you?" With that he pushed me down on the
chair in a sitting position, touching the hair on Dad's side and getting
into it now. Dad wasn't objecting, wasn't saying much at all.

So I poured some suntan oil right on his white butt and massaged it in,
taking the opportunity to to see the hairy crack surrounding Dad's
butthole. Wayne and Scott were laughing obscenely. Wayne grabbed a handful
of lotion and started to stroke my already hard boner. "Yeah, go for it
Bryan. Fuck your old man. He wants it. You sure do, or am I somehow
wrong???"

Just then my Dad made a sound and tried to turn over, which wasn't easy
since there were the three of us close by, blocking his body.

But Dad managed to turn partway, so that his stomach hair and crotch were
facing the pool and his rear end faced the house. Wayne nudged me, and made
a slurping noise with his mouth while glancing down at my Dad.

I leaned over and took my father's hard dick right down my throat, it was
that hard and long. Scott was trying to manipulate my dick into my Dad's
ass. "Tickle, tickle," he said. That was too much for me. I turned
Dad over, stomach down, grabbed some suntan lotion and smeared it up to
Dad's crack. This was maybe the third time I had ever fucked anyone, if
even that. I knew what I wanted to do, which was rub my cock in Dad's ass
hair and then penetrate. With my dick sliding up and down Dad's crack, and
Scott and Wayne hooting and yelling, Dad just made a sound like
"mmmm....."

 like he didn't want me to stop. Next time I looked up Wayne was holding a
camera that apparently came from Scott's bag.

*Click * Click *Click went the camera. They were taking pictures of my
buttfucking my old man. I wondered what they were doing it for, but the
cheers and laughter from Wayne and Scott, who gave each other high
fives. That had the paradoxical effect of turning me on even more, so I
withdrew from Dad's hairy crack, got on my knees and began to suck Wayne,
who was again semi-turgid. In doing so my ass faced Scott, who didn't
resist the urge to grease up a finger and stick it up my butt and try -
with success -- to tickle my horny button. I succeeded in making Wayne
come, and it tasted great.

These men were all turning me on, Wayne the cop out of uniform, Scott,
whose name was Captain Mackey, and of course, my dad. I wasn't really aware
of having the hots so bad for my father, but this episode made it come real
to me. When I asked about the pictures, it turned out that they were
claiming to show them to men on the police force who knew that I had worked
out with Dad and had gotten in a quasi-sexual position with him there, and
who wanted to see if it would really happen, me screwing explicitly with my
Dad.  And well, what do you know, I did.