Date: Sun, 03 Feb 2013 01:43:10 -0800 From: Karl Subject: Garfield The sorta legal stuff. If you're not old enough to be on this site then you're not old enough to be reading this stuff. Please be of legal age. This work is the sole property of the writer. It is not to be copied, sold, reproduced or any other that other shit with direct WRITTEN permission. Now for the stuff you big boys should already know. This is a work of fiction. It's not meant as a how-to guide on picking up boys. These are fantasies. Let's keep it in the realm of the safe and legal shall we. That cute boy with the shorts on. You know, the one that doesn't seem to have any underwear on under his very loose shorts. He's off limits. So is the smooth boy at the urinal next to you. Showing him your hard daddy dick may do more that just excite him or scare him off it might land you in jail. Be smart. Grab a box of tissue and enjoy the story. *********************** Garfield One more time we were moving. I just felt like I was beginning to make friends and my dad got a new job. We packed everything up and headed west. I hated the first day of school at the new school. It always felt like no one liked me and that I didn't belong. My dad took me to school on the first day and dropped me off in front. "Look Kev, you'll do fine. I know this is tough but sometimes we have to make sacrifices. Your mom was upset too. She just got settled into the new hospital. But she thinks she can get some shifts here at the hospital downtown," he said trying to make me feel better. "Plus, if it's any consolation, it looks like this job will last a long time a few years at least." That did make me feel better. As I was walking toward the school I was instantly greeted by a boy who was probably my age but he looked younger. He said his name was Garfield, but that everyone called him Gar. He had blond hair that was sorta long and really long eyelashes. He seemed 'pretty'. "You're new, huh?", he said. I nodded my head. He smiled even bigger and said with a sweeping hand at the school, "Well, new kid, welcome to Foster." "I'm Kevin," I said for lack of anything else to say. Why did I have a weird feeling around him? I'd never really thought about it. I was just beginning to have feelings that dealt with my attractions. My morning wood was starting to happen more often and I realized that I was looking at other boys and having funny feelings. Gar was really hot but I wasn't sure what to think of him. Gar and I were in the same grade so we had a lot of classes together. One of them being gym class. Gym class was always horrible. It wasn't gym class actually, it was afterward when we had to shower. I hadn't gotten any hair yet and some of the other boys noticed. A lot of boys my age were getting some and some of the boys had a lot compared to the rest of us. Gar took the locker right next to mine. He didn't have a hair on him either. He was smooth all over. I was looking at him out of the corner of my eye. His wiener was bigger than mine. In fact it was bigger than most of the boys in class. It looked like it was about 2 or 3" long and it was soft. Plus it had skin on the end. He stood there naked while a bunch of boys looked over at him. But instead of being embarrassed about it he walked around naked and was showing off. "Hey Gar," one boy said, "You wanna be my girlfriend?" A bunch of boys laughed but Gar just looked at him and said, "I bet you'd like that." Then shook his wiener at him. The boys laughed even louder. I was embarrassed but Gar walked back to me and said, "He wouldn't know what to do. I bet I'd show him a thing or two." He smiled and walked toward the showers with his towel over his shoulder his little bare butt showing. He was tan except for the super white cheeks of his butt. I realized I started to get a woodie looking at him. The next hour during class all I could think about was Gar's butt. He caught me looking at him a couple of times but all he did was smile at me. When the bell rang Gar came over and asked what I was doing after school. I told him I had to get home because I had to help unpack everything. He seemed a little disappointed but said, "Well, maybe we can hang out some other time." I felt disappointed like I'd blown a chance but then he said, "Hold on," and he scribbled something down on a piece of paper. "Here's my phone number," he said smiling. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he hurried toward a waiting car. I looked up and saw a lady with the same hair as Gar waiting in a fancy convertible. Gar said something to her and she looked up at me. She smiled and waved at me. I just smiled and waved back. When I got home my mom asked, "So, how was your first day at the new school." "It was kinda weird," I said thinking about Gar. "This kid came up to me like we were old friends and just started talking to me." "Well...," my mom said with a smile. "You needn't look so disappointed." "It's just," I thought a little, "I don't know. He was nice, but funny. He gave me his phone number and told me to call him." "Well I think that's great," she said with a genuine smile. "It usually takes you a while to get used to the new school. I'm glad you're already making friends." I shrugged. "I guess so. I'll go unpack my stuff," I said plodding up the stairs. The whole time I was unpacking I was thinking of Gar. I couldn't get his smile out of my mind. And the way he didn't care what the other boys thought of him. I felt funny in my stomach when I thought about his butt and the way it looked so cute as he walked away. I kept getting hard too. My dad got home that night and asked how school went and I told him. Like my mom, he thought calling Gar was a great idea. "Have you called him?", my dad asked around a mouthful of mashed potatoes. "No. Should I?", I asked thinking he might not really want me to call. "When we're done with dinner, go call him," my dad said, more of a command than a suggestion. 'Okay', I thought. When we finished I went and got his number from my backpack. I picked up the phone and nervously dialed. It stared ringing. "Hello?", a woman answered. "Hi, is Gar there?", I asked, a little hesitantly. "Hold on a second," she said as she put her hand over the phone. "Garfield, it's for you. I think it's your friend from school." I was a little shocked. How did she know it was me? "Hi," Gar said excitedly. "Hey, it's Kevin," I said not knowing what to say next. "Hi Kevin. I'm glad you called. My mom and I were just talking about you," he said as though it were normal. "Why?", I asked before I could stop myself. "'Cause I was telling her you were new and that you seemed kinda shy. Maybe you can tell, but I'm not," he said laughing. "I've been the new kid a lot of times too. My mom and I have moved a few times for her job." "That's why we moved," I said. "What does your dad do?" "My dad and mom are divorced. I go see him during the summer sometimes but he's got a new wife and I don't like her. Plus she doesn't like me because I'm a reminder of his 'old life' I heard her say once," he said as if it were as normal as could be. "Hey, do you wanna go to the movies on Saturday?", he asked excitedly. "My mom gave me money to buy us tickets if you wanna go!" "I have to ask," I said, feeling things were happening very fast. "Do you wanna ask now?", he said expecting me to go do it now. "Uhmmm, okay." I sat the phone down and went into the living room where my parents were watching TV. "How'd it go?", my dad asked when I came into the room. "Well, he wants to know if I want to go to the movies on Saturday. Can I go?", I asked a little hesitantly. My parents both looked a little shocked that I was even asking. "Well," my mom said looking at my dad. "I think I'd like to talk to your friend mom first." "Okay," I said a little disappointedly (and frankly a little relieved). "Is he on the phone now?", my dad asked. "Yeah," I said as I walked back to the phone. Then my dad got up and walked back with me. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello?...Well hello to you Gar. Can I talk to your mother." There was a second or two. "Hi there. I'm Jack Scott, Kevin's dad..." "Hi Gloria. So your son and my son want to go to the movies on Saturday. Is that okay with you?" I stood waiting and then I realized I was holding my breath. She was saying something to him and he was just nodding and saying "uh huh a lot." "Well, that sounds good," he finally said with a smile. "Sandy, that's my wife, oh, uh-hun, right, we'll drop Kevin off at your house around 3?" He looked over at me and winked. More talking and uh-huh's. "What's your address?" He looked at me and said, "Kev go get me a piece of paper and pencil." I ran into the kitchen and brought him back everything. He was still talking to her about stuff. "Well, I'm just glad your son has adopted my son so quickly. Kevin can be a little shy at first but he's a good kid," he said as he looked over at me. He wrote something down on the paper. "Alright then, Saturday at 3," he said a good-bye and hung up the phone. "Looks like you got a date," he said rubbing the top of my head. I looked at the phone. Should I call Gar back? Did he know I was still talking to him? Just then the phone rang again. "I'll get it," I yelled grabbing the phone. "Hey," it was Gar. "Your dad hung up on me," he said with a smile in his voice. I just grunted and said, "I know. Sorry." We talked for a few minutes trying to decide what movie to see and finally settled on the new 'Superman' movie. The next day in school Gar was all excited about Saturday and we spent the whole lunch hour together talking about stuff. I told him about my dad and his work in designing products and how my mom was a nurse. How we moved a lot because my dad kept getting bigger and better jobs. Gar told me his mom was a software engineer. She liked it because she got to work from home a lot and could spend more time with him. Which sometimes he hated. "Have you ever seen any of the sites with cameras?" he asked with a devilish grin. "My mom and dad won't let me use the computer unless they're home. Plus, it's in the kitchen. I usually only do homework stuff on it," I said, wondering what he was talking about. "Oh," he said. He looked like he was considering telling me something but then just shrugged. "I just wondered." "Why?", I asked, my curiosity on high alert. "Nothing. Maybe I'll show you later," he said obviously trying to decide whether or not to say something. I just sort of let it drop because I didn't want to push the new friendship yet. We had lunch together the rest of the week. Gar introduced me to a bunch of other people in my classes. He seemed pretty popular. They weren't surprised that Gar was showing me around. On my walk home I saw a bunch of the boys I met at school. "Hey," I said as I approached a couple of the boys. They looked over at me. "I'm Gar's friend, Kevin" I reminded them. "Oh, right," a much older boy said as he looked me over. "Do you know Gar well?", I asked the boy standing next to me. "I guess. He's kinda cool," one boy said, "and even though he's rich he acts like the rest of us." Gar was rich? Suddenly I felt a little uncomfortable. Did that make a difference? Why would he want to be my friend? We weren't poor but we weren't rich either. I saw Gar the next day and I think I was acting a little weird toward him. "What's the matter?", he said as we sat eating lunch. "Nothin'," I said not knowing what to say. "C'mon," he said looking at me. "Are you rich?", I just asked bluntly. Then feeling stupid. "I guess," he said shrugging his shoulders. "But it's no big deal. My mom's grand dad owns a bunch of property up in Seattle. But I haven't been up there for, like, 5 years." After a minute he looked at me and said, "Does that bother you?" I shrugged. "I guess not. I've just never known anyone with a lot of money. I guess I thought they'd all be snooty. But you're nice." He laughed and said, "You want me to be snooty?" I just grinned and realized how stupid I must sound. "Look," he said staring right through me, "I like you. I hope it doesn't make a difference." I felt a tingle inside me. "I like you too," I said, feeling as though I'd just crossed a line in my head. "Good. Then tomorrow when we go to the movies I'll buy the popcorn and you can buy the cokes," he said with a big smile. I laughed and it seemed like it was no big deal. When I woke up on Saturday morning I realized I dreamt of Gar. My morning woodie was aching. I touched it and it sent shockwaves through my body. I'd heard about jacking off and got the general idea but had never really attempted it in earnest. But now, thinking about Gar I couldn't help but keep rubbing myself wondering what it would be like to touch him and feel his naked skin next to mine. I pulled my pajama bottoms down exposing my rock hard boy cock. I was deep in thought and rubbing between my legs when my dad stuck his head in the door. "Hey Kevvy," he said stopping immediately once he saw what I was doing. I instantly pulled my hand up and he just pulled back out and said, "Oh sorry. I'll come back in a minute." I hurried up and pulled up my pajama bottoms. As I was scared about what he was gonna say there was a knock at the door. "Can I come in?", he asked softly. "Yeah, sure," I said embarrassedly. "Sorry about that. I guess I didn't realize you were getting to that age," he said sitting in the chair at my desk. He was in his robe and I could see his hairy chest in the opening. "What do you mean?", I asked, not really sure what he was talking about. "Well, when boys start to feel sexual attractions," he said, not seeming to know how to proceed. "But I don't.. I mean I haven't... That was the first time I really did anything like that", I stammered. "Oh, well it seems like we're having this talk at the right time then," he said clearing his throat. "Now, let's see. Have you started having ejaculations yet?", my dad asked in a weird clinical tone. "Huh?", I asked. "Uh, okay, have you had an orgasm?", he took a different approach. "I don't know. How can I tell?", I asked getting more curious. "You'd know," he said with a smile. He went on to tell me the differences between male and female biology and what could happen if I had sex without a condom. How girls get pregnant, etc. "When will I know if I had an orgasm or not?", I was sure I wanted one. He sighed and got up and locked the bedroom door. He came back and sat on the bed. "I'm going to show you something," he said looking very intent. "But you cannot tell anyone about this. This is between a father and a son. You can't tell your friend or any other person. Not even your mother. Is that clear?" I nodded. "Take off your pajama bottoms," he said in a voice that sounded like a teacher with instruction. A little embarrassed I got up from the bed and pulled them down. He sighed, so I pulled them all the way off. "Good. Now come sit on the bed next me," he said, patting the seat next to him. "Is it gonna hurt?", I asked a little concerned. "Just the opposite," he said with a big smile. Then he untied his robe and pushed it open. I could see his entire body. His hairy chest and belly. Then my eyes followed down to the hair at his crotch. I looked down and my eyes got huge. I felt my wiener get hard as a rock. He looked over and saw my hard little dick and he said, "Hmmm. Okay then." He reached between his legs and pulled at his still flaccid dick. I watched as it started to stretch and get bigger. I scooted closer. That caused my dad to look over at me. "Do you wanna see what it feels like?", he asked looking at my anticipation. Without saying anything I just stuck my hand over and grabbed it. It wasn't really hard but it was starting to get hard. "It feels hot," I said as I continued to move my hand along it. He moaned a little. I pulled my hand away. "Did that hurt?", I asked a little panicked. He smiled and said, "No Kevvy. It felt really good." I reached over again and put my hand around it. It was getting pretty hard now. I could just wrap my fingers all the way around it. "It's really big," I said looking up at his face staring down at my hand on his dick. "Not really. It just seems big next to yours. I'm pretty average. Yours will get big too," he said with a smile. "Will I get a lot of hair too?", I asked running my other hand through the hair above his dick. "Probably," he said with another sigh. "Okay. Now I'm gonna show you how to make it feel better," he said as he scooted toward me. "Now just follow what I do," he said as he moved my hand out of the way and began stroking his dick. I put my hand down between my legs and started pulling. It felt really good. I watched as my dad put his hand up to his mouth and spit in his hand then returned it to his dick. I did the same. The feeling was amazing. I didn't know anything could feel this good. "Now just keep rhythm with me," he said looking down at his dick and then mine. I must have looked a little confused because he said, "Here," and moved my hand to the side. He spit into his other hand and moved it to my dick. If I thought the feeling of my hand on my dick was amazing this was even better. I shuddered as he used his fingers to slick my dick. "Okay, now you do it," he said moving his hand away. I spit in my hand and started moving my hand up and down. I watched in wonder as my dad moved one of his hands under his balls and started playing with them. I put my hand under mine. It brought waves of pleasure as I pressed under my ballsac. Pretty soon I heard my dad saying in a low voice. "Okay Kevvy, here it comes." My hand was moving just as fast as his and I could feel the intensity building as I watched him start really stroking. Suddenly he tensed up and I watched in wonder as jets of white stuff shot out of the end of his dick and onto his chest. I wasn't sure what it was but he seemed to be frozen as the first of the white splatters covered his chest. The next one shot over his face and the others landed on his chest and belly. I'd stopped when I saw what was happening to my dad. I was just staring at him when his breathing began to regulate again and he looked over at me. "Did you have an orgasm?", I asked amazed by the show. His smile broadened as he looked down at his stomach and the hair covered with the liquid goo. "Yeah. THAT was an orgasm," he said with a satisfied tone. Then he looked at me and asked, "Did you have an orgasm?" "I'm not sure," I said in all honesty. "I was watching you." "Well, you'd know if you had one. C'mere," he said and pulled me closer to him. He scooped up some of the goo on his stomach with his fingers. "Just lay back a second," he said and gently pushed me back on the bed. It felt kinda weird laying there with my dick sticking straight up and my dad sitting right next to me. I watched as he brought the slimy fingers to my dick. When he grabbed my dick between his two fingers I nearly shot straight up. I felt like electricity was running through my body. He slowly started stroking the length of my dick and as my breathing increased he started going faster. "Dad...Dad...Stop! I'm gonna pee," I said a little loudly. "No your not. This is just a feeling...", he was saying. But that's all I heard because the next thing I knew my body was going into convulsions of ecstasy. I felt my whole body tense up and pulse after pulse of sensation ran up and down my body. When my body stopped quaking I saw my dad sitting on the side of the bed smiling. As I laid there breathing hard he looked over at me and said, "THAT was an orgasm". I looked down to see if I had the white goo on my belly but there was nothing there. "How come that white stuff didn't come out?", I asked a little disappointed. "Don't worry. As you get older you'll start to make it. It's called sperm, cum, jizz. You'll here different boys call it different things," he said grabbing one of my socks from the floor. "It's all the same stuff." I watched my dad as he wiped the cum off his chest and saw him reach up to his face and feel. He wiped off the big goop that was on his chin. "Now hurry up and get ready. I have a couple of errands to run before I take you over to Gar's house," he said throwing the sock in the corner with some other dirty clothes. He unlocked the door and started to leave, "Remember, this is just between you and me, okay?" I nodded. He smiled and walked out closing the door behind him. I ran over to where the dirty clothes were and instantly picked up the sock my dad had used to wipe himself off with. I noticed there were some big glops of it on one part of the sock. I stuck my finger in it and sniffed it. I wondered what it tasted like. Did it taste like pee? I licked at my finger and realized it was just salty. A little bitter. Not like I'd imagined at all. Chapter 2 I hurried up and got dressed. Brushed my teeth and headed down to the kitchen where my mom was going through some drawers. "Well, hello sleepy head," she said as she continued to dig. "Did your father tell you he'd be driving you over to Gar's? I have an interview at the hospital. I might be able to pick up a couple of shifts during the week," she said pulling out an envelope and smiling. She stuck the envelope in her purse and said loudly to my dad who must still have been upstairs, "I'm heading out. I'll be back around 3:00." I heard my dad yell from their bedroom, "Alright. I should be back by 3:30 after I drop off Kev." My mom kissed me on the head and headed out to her car. I made some toast and sat drinking some juice until I heard my dad come down. He was pulling a T-shirt over his head. He'd taken a shower. "Got me all sweaty," he said smiling and taking a drink from my juice glass. The ride over to Gar's was pretty quiet. Finally I said, "Dad, can boys like other boys?" That seemed to rattle my dad. He didn't answer right away like he was thinking about something. Then he blew out his breath. "Yes Kevvy. Boys can like other boys...and girls can like other girls. People are just wired differently sometimes," he said looking forward but not really at anything. "Would you be disappointed if I liked boys?", I asked feeling a little sick. Again he sighed. We were in a residential neighborhood so pulled to the curb. He turned and looked me right in the eye. "Kev, if you like boys that's great. If you like girls that's great too. Loving someone is never wrong. Some people may not understand it. Some people will even be angry about it, but you have to be who you are. I hope that if anything comes out of today," his throat tightened up a little bit, "I hope you know that your mother and I love you very much. We will stand behind whatever and whoever you are." I just sat and looked at him. I was stunned. My dad had never said anything like that with such intensity before in my life. I just gave him a nod and sat back. "Good then," he said as he pulled the car back out into the street and we started driving, "now let's figure out where your friends house is." We drove through an incredible neighborhood. The houses weren't really that big but everyone of them looked like they were on a TV show. We found the street that Gar lived on and my dad let out a low whistle. "Wow, he lives here?", he said impressed. "I guess," I said looking at the houses which seemed to be a little bigger than the ones we had just passed. "There it is," I said as I noticed the street numbers. We pulled into a semi circular drive. It had the convertible I'd seen earlier and a black sedan. The house seemed much bigger from the driveway than it did from the street. My dad looked over at me and shrugged. I guess this is it. As if on cue, the front door burst open and Gar came running out to the car. He just had on a pair of underwear and a t-shirt. "Yay! You're here!", he said as he came running at me. Then, as though he hadn't really expected anyone else to be there he stopped. He looked from me to my dad and then back again. He seemed embarrassed almost. That was the first time I'd seen him seem shy. Just then Gar's mom came out the front door waving a pair of pants. "Gar get back here. I told you to get dressed not run out here like a wild man. I can let them in while you get ready," she was saying with mock frustration. She looked over at me and my dad. She handed Gar the pants and he looked at my dad again and hurried back inside. "Hi Jack," Gars mom said, "I'm Gloria Pencer. Glad to finally put a name to a face." She put out her hand and noticed my dad looking behind her at the door that Gar had just gone through. She looked back and said, "Oh, my little monkey hates to wear clothes. I have to practically beg him to get dressed most days. Where's Sandy?" I looked over at my dad who looked flushed. He just gave her a weak smile then seemed to come to. "Yeah, I guess I wasn't expecting a half naked kid to come running out of your house," he said gathering his senses. "Kev here usually doesn't even walk out of the bathroom without his bathrobe on." I felt my face flush and I said, "Daaaaad." "Sandy sends her apologies but she had a meeting this afternoon," he said in answer to her question. Gar's mom laughed and waved us in. We walked into an entry hall that was as big as our living room. There was a staircase that went up to a balcony that lead, I guessed, to the bedrooms. Gar's mom took us into a room that was full of nice comfy furniture. She asked us if we wanted something to drink but my dad said he had to get home because my mom would want to tell him how everything went. "Gar," him mom yelled up the stairs, "come say good by to Mr. Scott." "No. No. That's okay," my dad said quickly. "I should go and you guys will want to get going," he said with a nervous smile and headed out the door. "We'll drop Kev off around 7," Gar's mom was saying to my dad. "Sounds good," my dad said as he got in the car and pulled out. "Well, your father was certainly in a hurry," she said questioningly. "Gar, C'mon. Don't leave Kevin down here with me to bore him," she said rolling her eyes. Gar came to the balcony and looked around. He smiled when he saw me and told me to come up stairs. "Alright, but not too long," his mom said. "The movie starts at 4:00" As I started up the stairs Gar was coming down to get me. "I wanna show you my room," he said in an excited voice. We walked into what I can only call the dream room. There was a TV and a stereo. He had really cool posters and his own computer. I had to admit, I was a little jealous. I didn't know who some of the people in the posters were so he told me. A couple of them were "futball" stars from Europe and of course some from classic comedy movies. "Why did you get all weird when you saw my dad?", I asked as I sat on his bed and studied an action figure he had on a shelf. "I didn't act weird," he said a little too quickly. Then, recovering a little, he said, "I guess I just expected to see your mom and dad. Not just your dad. What's your dad's name?" "Jack," I said looking at him, feeling like there was something going on that I didn't understand. "Why?" "No reason," he said shrugging. "Boys...", Gar's mom yelled from downstairs. "Bus is leaving in 2 minutes whether you're on it or not." Gar grabbed me and said, "C'mon. This is gonna be awesome." We went to the movies at the local mall and as it turned out I didn't have to buy the soda or popcorn. His mom came in and paid for everything. When I tried to buy the cokes she said 'put your money away' in a 'don't be silly' sort of voice. Gar just grinned at me, licorice whip made to look like a moustache. "Oh Gar. You're silly," she said laughing. "Now you boys have fun. I'll be back here at 5:45. That's what time the movie is out. Don't leave this area," she said in a very serious tone. Gar sighed. "Gar, I'm serious. Last time you had me scared to death. If that nice man hadn't told me he'd seen you in the restroom I would have called the police," she said in a harsh tone. "I know. I'm sorry," he said, almost sounding genuine. "Alright then, you boys have fun. We'll go to dinner after the movies," she said with a bright smile. We took our cokes and popcorn and headed into the theatre. Gar said he liked to sit in the middle but it looked pretty full already. We found seats and sat down. The guy that Gar sat down next to looked up and seemed a little startled. His wife noticed and said, "What's the matter?" as she looked him at Gar and me. I turned to look behind me but the guy turned around and started talking to his wife paying us no attention. I looked over at Gar who just looked at me with an evil grin but then put on an innocent face and shrugged. The lights started to go down and I quickly fell into the movie. When the movie was over and the credits were rolling I looked over at Gar to ask him if he wanted to go and I could have sworn I saw the man's hand on his pant leg. The guy saw my movement and quickly withdrew his hand and acted like he had been reaching for something. I leaned over to Gar and asked, "Did he touch you?" Gar shrugged his shoulders and said, "A little." I was shocked. With everything that happened with my dad this morning and then seeing another man touch my new best friend I was a little confused. We went out to the lobby and Gar's mom was waiting for us. "That movie was a little longer than I thought," she said putting her phone away. "Kevin, I just spoke with your mom and she said it would be okay if you joined us for dinner. Sound good?" I was pretty hungry and Gar seemed really excited so I said, "That sounds wonderful Mrs. Pencer." She smiled and looked at the list of restaurants on the mall listing. "Well," she said sort of crinkling her nose, "do you want to go to the Olive Garden?" That sounded okay to me but I didn't know many restaurants. "No. Let's go to that place that has the big sandwiches," Gar said excitedly. His mom looked at him, trying to remember what place he was talking about. "You know, that deli place," Gar said helping her to remember. "Oh," she said smiling, "That's a great idea. But we have to drive so let's get this stuff out to the car." We got everything out to the car and headed to the deli. When we walked in it was just a bunch of little tables and seemed a little noisy. I wasn't sure. I'd never been to a place like this. "We have to get our sandwiches up at the counter," Gar said excitedly. "Then we take 'em to one of these tables and eat. Look, they have pickles on each table," he said pointing to jars of pickles. "What kind of sandwich do you want Kevin?", Gar's mom asked. "I, I don't know," I said, feeling out of my element. "Have the Ruben," Gar said with glee. "Do you like sauerkraut?", Gar's mom asked. "Not really." "Then the Ruben is out. How about pastrami?", she said looking at the board. "I don't know. But I probably would," I tried not to be difficult. "We'll get that and I'll get a turkey sandwich and we can share if you don't like it," she said with a smile. We got our food on trays and when I looked at my sandwich I said, "Oh my gosh. This is enough for two people." Gar laughed and lead the way to a table. "You boys go wash your hands," his mom said looking at our popcorn buttered hands. Gar looked down at his hands and held them up like he was under arrest. They were dirty, so we headed to the bathroom. As we were standing there washing our hands I noticed Gar kept looking into the mirror behind us. I followed his gaze and all I saw was some urinals and some guys standing at them. "What are you looking at," I asked softly. He quickly brought his eyes back to the mirror. "Nothin'. I was just thinking I need to pee," he said looking behind us again. "Should I wait for you?", I asked, not knowing if he was pee shy or not. "No," he said looking at me in the mirror. "Just tell my mom I had to use the bathroom." I shrugged and dried my hands. I walked back to the table and Gar's mom looked up and looked again. There was an obvious 'where's Gar' look on her face and I told her he had to use the bathroom. "I swear. That boy must have the smallest bladder in the world," she said moving her food around. "I'm going to go wash my hands too. Can you watch the stuff while I use the ladies room?" I assured her I could and she headed toward the restrooms. I sat there, not sure if I should start eating or not. 'Where was Gar?', I thought to myself. I thought he just had to pee. Just then I saw his mom walking back to the table. She looked at the table and saw that I was the only one there. "Kevin, go make sure Gar is alright," she said looking a little annoyed. As I was about half way to the restroom the door opened and Gar was coming out. I could have sworn he was talking to the man behind him but when he saw me he just kept walking toward me. "Hey, what happened?", I asked as he came closer. "Uh, I had to do something besides pee," he said with an exaggerated tone. I felt my face blush a little. "Oh sorry." "No biggie. Let's go eat. I'm hungry," he said as we headed back to the table. We sat and ate and Gar told his mom about the movie and we both agreed that we liked it better than the first one. It turned out I did like a Ruben after I tried some of Gar's. On the way home Gar started asking me more about my mom and dad. He asked if I liked it here or if I wanted to move back to our old city. He seemed to be thinking about something as he looked out the window. We got to my house and his mom asked if she should come in. I told her it was okay. I started to get out of the car and Gar leaned over and hugged me really tight. "I'm glad you're my friend," he said with a huge smile. "Me too," I said a little uncomfortably as his mom looked in the rear view mirror. Gar jumped out of the back seat and got in the front seat. "Bye! Tell you're mom and dad that you are always welcome at our house," Gar's mom yelled before Gar closed the door. I waved and headed into the house. My mom and dad were watching TV and asked if I had a good time. I told them I had a great time. I was tired and went up stairs to my bedroom. A few minutes later there was a light knock at my door. I looked up and my dad stuck his head in. "So, how was it?", he said, as though he were asking a different question. "It was fun. I think I'll like having Gar as a friend," I said as I started taking off my shoes and socks. "Well...that's good," he said looking around at my room. "You're still okay about what happened this morning, right?", he asked in a worried tone. I looked at him with a 'well duh' look on my face. "Yes dad. I'm actually happier than I've been in a while." "Good. Good," he said still hesitating. "You're friend Gar, has he said anything to you about, um..." I looked at him totally confused. "No, um, probably not," he said as he pulled himself off the bed. "What?", now I was really curious. "Tell you what. I've got a couple of things to do and if it seems like something I should discuss with you I will, okay?", he said, letting me know that line of questioning was over. "Okaaaay," I said, wondering what he was talking about. Just then my mom stuck her head in the door. "I'm going to bed", she said with a yawn. "Did daddy tell you?", she asked looking at my dad. I shook my head no. "I picked up a couple of shifts at the hospital. It's the graveyard shift a couple of nights a week until something opens up during the day but it will keep me in practice," she said with a smile. "That's cool," I said still wondering about the mystery of my dad's. "I think I'll go to bed too," he said going to the door. They wished me good night and closed my bedroom door. I quickly pulled off all my clothes and laid down on the bed. I spit in my hand and started stroking my dick. I was secretly hoping my dad would come back, but he didn't. Soon I was getting that feeling as I stroked and wondered what it would be like to hold Gar's dick in my hand and stroke it too. Chapter 3 The next week passed pretty quickly. Gar and I had lunch together and one day we went to the mall. We went to Macy's because Gar said since summer was over they probably had swimsuits on sale. I felt myself redden as he picked up a very small white speedo and a small red one. He held up the two swimsuits and said, "I wanna try these on." "I don't think they let you try on swimsuits," I said looking over at a salesman who was watching us. Gar looked over at the salesman and said, "Do you care if I try these on?" Then he gave him a big smile. The salesman looked around and seeing as it was only about 3:30 on a Tuesday not too many people around, he smiled at Gar and said, "Well, you have to try it on in these dressing rooms. I don't think they'll mind." Gar smiled and said, "C'mon!" and dragged me to the changing room. As we passed the salesman Gar turned to him and said, "Would you mind giving us your opinion on them?" I saw the salesman swallow and look around again. "Uh, sure, if you want kid, but...," he said, his voice shaking a little. "Thanks," Gar said with a huge smile and again we headed toward the dressing room. I thought it was a little weird that Gar would want his opinion but I was guessing since this guy knew all about the swimsuits maybe Gar trusted him more. Gar walked into the dressing room and stripped naked. He turned to me and said, "You wanna try one on too don't you?" I was a little afraid to get naked with him because I knew I would get a woodie. "C'mon, it'll be fun," he said as he undid the string on the white speedo and handed the red one to me. He stood there and looked at me until I reluctantly got undressed. As I stood up I could feel my dick getting hard. I didn't want to take off my underwear. I couldn't meet Gar's eyes. He said impatiently, "C'mon. All of it." I pulled off my underwear and I didn't have a full hardon but it was on it's way. Gar looked between my legs and said, "You're getting a woodie too." Then he laughed as I looked up and watched his dick start to get bigger. I just stood there open mouthed. Gar smiled and said, "Go ahead. You put yours on first." I reached over and my hands were shaking. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time I was pulling it up my legs. I had to admit it felt nice. I still had a little bit of what my mom called 'baby fat' so I felt a little self conscience. "You look sexy," he said with a smile in his voice. I looked over at him and he was completely hard now. But unlike me he wasn't embarrassed about it at all. I looked at his hard wiener arching skyward. It must have been 4" long and because his hips were so slim it looked even bigger. The huge appendage sticking out from smooth skin and little balls. I looked down and couldn't figure out what to do with my hard peter. It was sticking up over the top of the swimsuit. Gar said, "Here, move it to the side," and reached inside and pushed it so it pointed at my hip. "It sure is hard," he said and smiled. And it got even harder when I felt the coolness of his hand on it. I went to tie it but he put his hand up and stopped me. He pulled the white one on and I watched as the slinky fabric slid up his smooth legs. When he pulled it over his hard dick it hid very little. You could completely see every line and bump of his erection. He ran his hand along it and looked up. Then the smile he had got even bigger. "Now let's see what the salesman says," he said pulling back the curtain to the dressing room and yelling, "Can you tell us if you think they fit?" "But, but, you're hard," I said suddenly losing all feeling in my legs. "I know," he said as he grabbed his dick through the thin fabric and stroked along it. Then he reached over and grabbed my dick, "So are you." I looked down and to my horror I could easily see my hard dick through the fabric. The salesman came down the short hall to the dressing room. I heard him actually gulp as he stood there looking at us. "Do they fit right?", Gar said innocently. The salesman looked like he was going to say something, but just stood there. Gar turned around showing off his cute little butt and said, "Does it look too tight?" The salesman just shook his head no as he stared at Gar's butt. I was in awe as I watched him move his hand along the ridiculous bulge in the front as he said, "It seems a little tight here though." The salesman actually shuddered. "I think my friends fits better," he said as he reached over and ran his hand over the erection in my suit causing my boy cock to jump. The salesman said dryly, "I th-think they both look great." "Well, can you tell me if it's supposed to do this?", he said as he pulled his hand from his speedo and his hard dick pushed the front out. "You, um, have to tie the front," he said looking down at the bulging mass in the white nylon. "What do you mean," Gar said looking down his flat little belly to the obscene bulge. "Can you show me?" I was watching this play out with anticipation, fear, and admiration. The salesman looked down the hall again. He leaned over with his shaking hands said, "You have to tie it here." His hands reached inside the swimsuit to grab the strings and Gar pushed forward making it hard for the salesman simply to grab the strings. The salesman nearly fell forward. He looked at Gar who was looking at him with a look that said 'You know you want to' and then he looked at me. I smiled weakly. This seemed to be all the permission he needed. The salesman came into the dressing room closing the curtain behind him. He knelt down and went to grab the string again. "Here, it will be easier if I pull it out," he said with a smile. I wasn't really sure if he meant his dick or the front of the suit. "Yeah. Yeah. That would make it easier," the salesman said hoarsely. I watched as his trembling hands reached for the strings. As he did he ran his fingertips along the side of Gar's hard dick. Gar shuddered. The man did the same. He grabbed the strings and pulled them tight and tied them in a bow. I could see the salesman's pants as they tented. "Oh, and I don't think my friend tied his either," he said from the man's eyes to mine. Part of me wanted to run but realized I was totally turned on by what was happening in front of me. The salesman looked at my face, almost waiting for approval and I just nodded my head. He scooted forward and I echoed the scene I'd watched Gar play out. I didn't pull my swimsuit out. He was forced to put his hands inside my speedo to locate the strings. This was not by any great plan of mine I just hadn't thought about it. His hands shook as they traveled the length of my smaller boy cock. I felt his thumb rub my balls through the thin fabric. I shuddered as Gar had done. Instead of tying mine though he pulled the down the front of my speedo and my cocklet sprang forward. It was 2 1/2" of hard steel. He leaned forward and actually stuck his mouth on it. The three of us moaned in unison. I felt his tongue licking at the bottom of my balls as he sucked. "Excuse me," we heard from down the hall. "Is anyone here?" It was a woman's voice and she was obviously looking for a salesman. The salesman pulled off my dick as if suddenly coming to his senses. He looked down at us and said, "You guys keep the suits but you should probably leave now," and darted from the changing room his suit pants obviously tented. I looked over at Gar. He was smiling. "That was hot!", he said enthusiastically. I felt like I was in shock. I had never felt anything like it before in my life. "C'mon," he said pulling on his pants over the speedo. "Leave your underwear here and let's just keep these on," he said. "But...", I looked at him. "Why should I leave my underwear?" "'cause that perv will probably want them," he said with a huge smile. "Plus you've got a new swimsuit." We finished putting on our clothes and the salesman was just finishing up with the lady who was buying some pants for her son at camp. After she walked away Gar said in a voice that only the salesman could here, "I hope you don't mind. We kept the swimsuits on and left the underwear in the dressing room." The salesman said in a dry, husky voice, "Thanks." I turned as we were walking away and watched as the salesman quickly went back to the dressing rooms. "How did you learn to do that?", I said in amazement as we headed out of the store and into the mall. "I noticed him watchin' us when we were looking at the swimsuits. I figured it would probably work," he said with a huge grin. "Oh, and by the way, you were awesome in there. I can't believe you let him suck your dick." "I didn't really let him. He just sort of did it." I felt my dick start to stir again thinking about it. As we headed toward the food court Gar looked at his watch and said, "Oh, my mom is going to be here to pick us up in a minute. Let's go wait for her by the doors." As Gar's mom dropped me off at my house I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the dressing room. I knew it wasn't a dream because I could still feel the nylon swimsuit stretching across my middle. I stuck my hand down my pants and felt my stiffening dick. Chapter 4 When I got in the house my mom asked if I'd had a good time. I told her I had and headed up to my room. "Your father is running late. We're having dinner at 7:30 so you might want to have a snack," she said as she clanked around in the kitchen. "Okay, but I'm not hungry right now," I said going up the stairs. About 20 minutes later the phone rang. "Honey, it's Gar," my mom yelled up the stairs. I went down to the kitchen and my mom looked at me and smiled, the said, "You boys can't be separated for 5 minutes." "I was gonna ask if you wanted to stay the night this weekend but my mom just found out she has to go out of town. Do you think I could stay at your house instead?", he asked. "Otherwise I have to stay with crabby Mrs. Planters." I heard a whispered "Be nice" in the back ground. I turned to my mom and asked, "Can Gar stay with us this weekend? His mom is going out of town." My mom seemed a little concerned as she said, "Doesn't he have somewhere else to stay?" "Yeah, but he said it's a crabby baby sitter," I said looking at her with pleading eyes. "Well, okay. But this is not going to be a regular thing," she said stirring the spaghetti sauce. "It won't," I heard Gar say. I was so embarrassed that he'd heard that. "So I guess you can stay with us." "Cool," Gar said excitedly. My mom said, "Tell Gar I'd like to speak with his mother." I told Gar and he said he'd get her. My mom waited a minute and then I'd guessed that Mrs. Pencer picked up the phone. They talked a little. My mom seemed to be a little on guard at first but by the end of the conversation they were laughing about things. It was set up. Gar was going to be at our house on Saturday at 3:00. By Friday Gar and I had planned the whole weekend. He was going to bring over "Dawn of the Dead", which I had never seen but he assured me it was scary and he was even going to bring over his Xbox with some games. I explained I didn't have TV of my own and we probably couldn't hook it up anywhere. Darn. "We'll have fun anyway," he said with a devilish grin. "I know something we both like!" I felt myself blush and he just laughed. When I got home Friday night my mom said, "I have to talk to your father. They called me from the hospital and they want me to work the 8pm to 8am shift. He's the one that's going to be here." "He won't care will he? We'll be quiet," I said pleading. "No, I don't think he'll care but I do think he'll need to know," she said off handedly. Saturday afternoon came and I ran out to the drive as Gar and his mom pulled up in a limousine. I'd never seen a limousine before. "Whoa!", I said approaching the car. I looked back and saw my mom and dad heading down the sidewalk. Gar jumped from the back seat and ran up to me. Then he looked behind me and got a little quiet. I looked behind me but all I saw were my mom and dad. "What's the matter?", I said as I turned back to him. "Nothin'. Maybe I'll tell you later," he said as he saw my mom and dad approach. "How are you Gar?", my mom said warmly. "Gar," my dad said stiffly. Just then Gar's mom climbed out of the back. "Sorry," she said closing her phone. "I just needed to verify the flight. They have an emergency meeting with one of the big guys and they want me there. I really appreciate you looking after Gar," she said extending her hand toward my mom. "I'm Gloria Pencer. You must be Sandy. We spoke the other night," she said warmly. "Nice to meet you face to face," my mom said just as warmly back. "Hi Jack," Gar's mom said to my dad. My dad greeted her with a friendly smile and handshake. "Well, I'm sorry I have to drop him and run but you know airports these days. Even with executive service they make you wait for everything. Garfield, you be good for these people and do what they say, do we understand each other," she said with a slight edge to her voice. "I know. I know," he said, like they'd talked about it a million times. "Alright then," she said. "Come here so I can get a hug and a kiss." "Moooooooom," he said walking over to her. She grabbed him have him a hug and a kiss on the top of the head and I watched as she mouthed 'be good'. She waved at us and got back in the car. "Whoa dude. You got to ride in a limo?", I said excitedly. "Yeah, my mom's company pays for it. She hates driving to the airport," he said shrugging his shoulders "Amen," my mom and dad said in unison and then started laughing. We mostly stayed in my room for the rest of the day. We played a couple of card games. We played War and then he showed me how to play Black Jack. My mom called and said it was time for dinner. "But it's only 6:00," Gar said as if he'd never eaten this early before. "I know, but my mom has to work tonight so we're having dinner early," I said as we headed down the stairs. "Oh. When's your mom working?", he asked suddenly more curious. "She works the graveyard shift. They're 12 hour shifts so she's working 8pm to 8am." We all sat down to eat dinner and everyone ate pretty much in silence. Gar kept staring over at my dad who kept looking away. Finally dinner was over. My dad suddenly stood up and said, "I'll clean up the mess. Why don't you get ready for work." My mom smiled and said, "I think I'll take you up on that." It was starting to get a little dark and Gar said we had to wait until it was dark before we watched 'Dawn of the Dead'. My mom went up stairs to get ready. We heard my dad clinking around in the kitchen. Gar turned to me and said, "Is that the only computer you guys have?" "Sort of," I said looking over at it. It was pretty new so I wasn't sure what he was asking. "My dad has one in his office but he uses it for work so I can't use that one." Gar's face took on a knowing look and I wasn't quite sure what I'd just said but he let it drop. "Do you want popcorn?", I asked even though we'd just eaten dinner. "Sure," he said as he started getting the DVD ready. He knew exactly where everything was. He seemed to be a little bit of a techno geek. I walked into the kitchen where my dad was just finishing putting everything in the dish washer. "You wanna watch the movie with us?", I asked hoping he'd say yes in case it was too scary. "Nah. I got a little bit of work to do. You boys go ahead and watch it," he said wiping down the counter. "I'm gonna make some popcorn," I said taking the microwave pack out of the cupboard. "Alright, don't stay up too late," he said as he dried his hands. "I'm probably just gonna head to bed after I finish up in the office." He was acting a little weird. My mom came down the stairs in her scrubs and kissed me and my dad 'good-bye' and as she was passing the living room told Gar she'd see him tomorrow. "Okay Mrs. Scott. Have a good night at work," he said cheerfully. I heard the front door close and my dad said, "I'll be in my office for about an hour then I'm head to bed." He kissed me on the top of the head and went to his office and closed the door. The popcorn finished and I headed back into the family room. Gar was sitting there in only in his underwear. "What are you doing?", I asked a little frantic. "Your mom went to work. Your dad is just another guy, he won't care. Does it bother you," he said making an over exaggerated stretch, forcing his bulge to push forward. I just blushed. It didn't bother me but I was afraid my dad would come in. But he said he was going to bed so it didn't really matter, I guess. "C'mon, get in your underwear too," he said relaxing on the couch. I looked down the hall at my dad's office trying to decide what to do when Gar grabbed at my jeans zipper and tried to pull it down. "Okay, Okay," I whispered and I pushed his hand away. I slowly peeled down to my underwear. It felt liberating. "See, isn't that better," he said smiling. I nodded and sat on the sofa with him. We put popcorn between us and started the movie. A couple of times I was scared to death. About half way through the movie I saw light from my dad's office as he opened the door and I panicked a little but he just said, 'Good night, don't stay up too late' as he headed up the stairs. The movie was over and I was still a little scared. The thing I was NOT was sleepy. Somewhere during the movie the popcorn bowl was moved to the table and Gar and I sat next to each other. I just sat there a little stunned from the movie. Gar said, "Wasn't that scary!" I just nodded and said, "That was super scary!" He made a noise like a zombie and grabbed at me. I jumped and scooted back. "Brains," he said as he headed toward me again. He tackled me on the couch and was practically laying on top of me. In an instant I felt the mood change. I felt his skin against mine. I felt him push himself up but not to get off of me. He just looked at me. I laid there unable to move. He leaned down and kissed me. Right on the mouth! At first I went to push him away but he kept pressing. My struggle didn't last long. We were full-on making out. I could feel his hard boner against my stomach as he ground his hips into me. "How do you know all this stuff," I said during one of our kissing breaks. He shrugged and said, "The internet." Then he looked like he was thinking about something else and said, "Plus one of my grand dad's house men." "But you said you haven't been to your grand dad in 5 years," I said trying to do the math. "Yeah, whatever," he said and leaned in and kissed me again. I heard the toilet flush upstairs. Oops. I forgot about my dad being upstairs. "C'mon, let's go to my room," I said grabbing my clothes. Gar grabbed his clothes and followed me up the stairs. We quietly went into my room. As soon as the door closed Gar pulled his underwear off and was sporting a huge erection. Mine was still pretty hard too from all the playing we'd done downstairs. Gar came over to where I was standing and pulled down my underwear. As he pulled down he got to his knees. As soon as his face was level with my peter he stuck it in his mouth. The sensation was incredible. I just trembled as I felt his hands pulling me forward into his mouth. He sucked and sucked. I felt the feeling like I was gonna pee again. "Gar, I'm gonna have an orgasm," I said as quietly as I could. That made him suck harder. As he was sucking me frantically I though I heard the floor creak outside my door. "What?" he said pulling his mouth off my dick. I waited a beat and said, "I thought I heard something." "Yeah, me sucking your dick and stroking my dick," he said as he motioned toward the floor. "Oh, it just freaked me out a little bit. I thought maybe my dad was up or something," I said starting to get into it again as Gar started sucking me again. "I need to sit down," I said. "Or else I'm going to fall down." He smiled and pushed me down on the bed. I thought I was just going to lay there but then he did something weird. He pushed my knees up to my chest. "What are you doing?", I asked as he told me hold onto my knees. I felt his hands on my butt cheeks. Then I felt his breath. Then his tongue...on my butthole! At first it felt really uncomfortable. But as I relaxed into it, it felt better and better. I moaned in ecstasy. It was much louder than I had intended but I couldn't help it. I felt his tongue move up from my butt to my balls dragging his tongue the whole way. Then I felt him take my dick, which felt like it was going to explode, into his mouth again. In a matter of seconds I felt the convulsions start. My mind exploded with sensations I hadn't even known existed. I laid there and Gar quickly stood up and was stroking his enormous wiener over me. He suddenly tensed up and shuddered. A clear liquid squirted from the tip of his dick. "Was that sperm?", I asked amazed. He smiled and said, "Yep. It just started about a month ago." I was so jealous. Not only did he have a giant dick but he was making sperm already too. He took the few drops that had fallen onto my stomach with his fingers and put the liquid to my mouth. Without thinking I just sucked his fingers into my mouth. He pulled them out and leaned down and kissed me again. This time I felt his tongue probing inside my mouth. My tongue followed suit. We were kissing again. Finally Gar said, "I'm kinda tired. Are you ready to go to sleep?" I could have done what we were doing all night but I relented. I was almost instantly asleep. Chapter 5 I don't know how long I'd been asleep but I woke up when I heard the click of the door. I looked over and Gar was gone. I figured he probably had to go to the bathroom or something. I laid there for a while. He was gone for a lot longer that it took to just go to the bathroom. I walked out into the hallway and walked toward the bathroom. The door was open and the light was out. Where was he? Then I heard talking from my parents room. It was my dad... "Gar, what are you doing. You shouldn't be in here," my dad said in a low tone. "Why not? You liked me when we were on the camera," he said in a little bit of his sexy voice. "Well...it's just that I didn't know you and I certainly didn't know you live here. And now, shit, you're best friends with my son," my dad was starting to get a little frantic. "Don't worry," Gar said. "I didn't say anything. Plus he'd probably like to be on camera with me too. We've been having a lot of fun the last couple of weeks." "What have you been doing?", my dad said sounding a little angry. "Nothing," Gar said, sounding every bit his age at that moment. "We've just been playing. Besides, doesn't it feel nice to have me touch you for real," he cooed. "Gar, you shouldn't be ..." my dad's voice trailed off as I heard a moan come from his room. The door was open a crack and while I couldn't see them directly, I could see them in the full length mirror on the wall near the door. The sheet was pulled back and my dad's pajama bottoms were pulled mid-thigh. Gar's little body was between his legs working on my dad's hard dick. His tongue was working up and down it as my dad groaned in frustration and ecstasy. I watched as Gar leaned down and grabbed something from the night stand. "Where did you get that?", my dad asked a little panicked. "The bathroom. The medicine cabinet," he said as he took a big scoop of Vaseline and put it on my dad's dick. My dad moaned as he continued to stroke it. Then he did something I didn't understand at first. He took another scoop of Vaseline and rubbed it on his bottom. Well, not really his bottom, but where his butthole would be. Then it occurred to me. He's gonna put my dad's wiener up his butt. Gar leaned forward and with his other hand grabbed my dad's dick. "Wait, Gar, are you sure you want to do this?", my dad said with hopeful anticipation in his voice. "Uh huh," Gar said as he found the mark. He grunted as he slid down onto my dad's dick. My dad just laid there and practically screamed, "Oh Jesus Christ!" as Gar continued to lower himself onto my dad. Gar stopped for a minute. It was like he was catching his breath. "Are you sure about this," my dad said again. You could hear the pleading in his voice. Then Gar just rocked back and pushed all the way down on my dad's dick. My dad groaned again. They sat like that for about 30 seconds. Then Gar started using his legs to go up and down on my dad. Like he was bouncing on his knee. Then it was like my dad snapped. He pushed up and pushed Gar back on the bed. At first Gar just laid there looking at him. Then my dad growled, "I'm gonna give you the fuck of your short little life so far." Gar said just as nasty back, "I can take it if you want to." That was all my dad needed to hear. He grabbed Gars legs and pulled them up. Gar looked so tiny next to my dad but that didn't seem to matter to my dad at this point. I watched as with very little effort is was almost as if he was pulling Gar onto his dick. Gar was moaning and had his hand between his own legs. "C'mon baby. Take that big daddy dick up your ass," he was saying loudly. If I hadn't been awake by then it would have certainly woken me up by then. Gar just laid there and moaned as my dad continued to talk dirty to him. "Yeah, nice tight boy hole. Likes his daddy's big dick slammin' it don't you baby," my dad growled. Gars moans of 'Yes daddy' seemed to get my dad more excited. Soon my dad was pistoning into Gar's hole. He said, "I'm gonna cum inside you baby." He shuddered and watched as, what I now knew, was a huge orgasm. Gar started having his own convulsions. My dad fell back onto the bed and exhaled deeply. Gar climbed on top of him and started licking his dick. I thought that was kinda gross 'cause it had just been up his butt. "That was better than I could have ever imagined," my dad said as he continued to breathe deeply. Gar moved forward so his head was resting on his stomach. "You know," he said, as he lay there looking up at my dad, "Kevin's been watching us the whole time." I froze where I was. I saw Gar look at me in the mirror. I watched my dad sit up quickly. Oh my god! What now! ************************************************ I hope you've enjoyed the story. As I've said many times, we need to help people coming to Nifty. In order to do that we need to be able to provide the service that Nifty.org provides. Please contribute to keep this wonderful organization afloat. If you have any compliments or stories of your own to share please do! I can be reached at Karlsfriend@gmail.com