Date: Sat, 24 Apr 2010 19:59:00 -0700 (PDT) From: James Spaulding Subject: Getting Dad Drunk, Part 9 I got both of us a beer. Looking at the bottles surrounding Dad, it was obvious he had drunk quite a bit. "Is everything OK, Dad?" He took a long swallow. "Sure. What makes you think we gotta problem?" Another swallow. A moment of silence. "I'm sure your mother's pleased as punch she's going to be a grandmother. It just makes me feel so fuckin' old." Two things went through my head. First: my sister's finally going to have the baby she and Steve have wanted for years. Second: Dad was so drunk he was dropping the f-bomb like a teenager. "Come on, Dad." I laughed, drank some beer, and continued, "you know you're not old. 52 is not old." Dad laughed mid swallow, choking a little. It was our old joke. He wasn't 52, only 50, but I've always teased him by exaggerating his age. Never a particularly funny joke, just part of our shtick. As he told me about Christina's news - and I was happy to know I was finally going to be an uncle - I enjoyed looking over his underwear-clad body. At 50, Dad still looked and acted like a virile man. I had never seen him slow down. Though his job had him sitting at a desk most of the day, he always found time to get some exercise, even if that exercise was mowing the lawn or raking leaves. Usually though, he found time to swim. He taught me to swim at an early age, and it has always been our exercise of choice. As I listened, Dad finished his beer. He stood a little unsteadily, his hand moved to his crotch to adjust his fly. As boxers are prone to do, the fly had opened -- however briefly -- as he stood. For a moment I gazed longingly at the open slit, pleased to see some skin, happy to know that skin was my father's cock. I watched as he adjusted himself, though fully covered by the cloth of his boxers, the work of his hands allowed for another view of his cock; its outline revealed in the way the cloth stretched over its fullness. I doubted Dad had a boner - I'm sure I would have seen more of his cock than I did if he had been erect - but I sure felt a surge of lust seeing what I could see. Dad looked at me. Wished me good night. And made his way to bed. Without thinking, I got up. "You need a hand, Dad?" He turned to me. He smiled. "So that's it. I'm too fuckin' old and too fuckin' drunk to make it up to bed." I moved to him, thinking I'd offer some support by letting him lean on me. Instead, he pulled me towards him. His hug was firm. His right hand moved to my head. As he tussled my hair, he whispered into my ear. "I do love you, Alex." His mouth moved to my forehead. He kissed me. I mumbled, "I love you too, Dad. Really." His laugh was low. Once again, he whispered into my ear. "You love me, really? What's that supposed to mean? Really?" Without thinking, I settled into him. Our bodies as close as they had been since I was a child. I didn't even pause to consider that such closeness would reveal the boner that filled my pants. Dad accepted my hug, pulling me even closer. After a moment, he whispered again. "Ah, that's what you mean by really." He kissed my forehead one more time. Left our embrace. And turned to make his way out of the room. In silence, I watched him walk away. In the doorway, he turned around, faced me. His buzz gone, his words no longer slurred. "I love you, too. Really." Left in the living room, surrounded by empty beer bottles, there was so much to comprehend. As powerful as Dad's words were. The erection that clearly filled his boxer shorts said even more, spoke more loudly, and changed my life. Over the next five minutes, remembering the lessons I had learned from my time with Ted and his stepfather, I told myself it was time to plan my 18th birthday. Time to start planning my birthday present. Good thing my birthday was a few months away. The next morning started early. My cell phone started ringing at 6:30. I let it ring for a while, but the caller was insistent. Finally, a little after 7:00, I answered. "Where the fuck have you been, Alex?" "Good morning to you, too, Tyler." Clearly Tyler was upset. It took me a while to gather my wits about me, but I learned the jist of Tyler's passion within a few moments; his girlfriend dumped him last night. This was nothing new. Tyler was a serial dater, a pro at the hook-up. Girls didn't seem to mind, as his numerous conquests never gave him the cold shoulder after the hook-up was finished. His most recent "girlfriend", Cassie, was almost significant enough to have been a "girlfriend" without the quotation marks. The urgency in his phone call suggested the end of his relationship with Cassie was a break-up, not just the end of a meaningless high school flirtation. After he filled me in on the details, he moved to his request. "Could we hang out today? I don't know, maybe even drive up to my grandparent's cabin or something." Now that I was awake, having relived the night's events as I listened to Tyler's tragedy, I realized I wasn't exactly ready to meet Dad without a beer or two. Besides, I've always loved leaving the city and Tyler's grandparent's cabin was only two hours north. And, regardless of my illicit affair with his father (and step- grandfather...), Tyler was my best friend. I left the house early. Both Dad and Mom were in the kitchen. Both read the paper over their coffee. Both were surprised I was awake. And both were willing to let me leave for a couple of days. Nothing was odd. Dad acted as if nothing had happened the night before. Mom got up to hug me goodbye. Just as I was walking out the door, Dad raised his voice. "What, the old man doesn't get a hug?" He walked over towards me, hugged me close. As he let me go, he smiled, winked, and told me to have a good time. Tyler and I got to his grandparent's cabin by noon. There was no need to plan any activities. We'd been coming here for ten years, almost always together, and we had a routine from which we rarely varied. It was too cool to swim, but we fished for a few hours. Getting stoned as we filled the hours of an easy afternoon. Once night fell, we moved into the cabin, and raided the liquor cabinet - Tyler's grandparent's never seemed to gauge just how much liquor they had, so they never seemed to notice that it "evaporated" so quickly. Tyler had been pretty good all day. Not boring me with details of his heartbreak. Sorry for the cynicism, but I've known Tyler too long. Like me, he's a horny high school student. Both Tyler and I would fuck anyone who would let us. As the night wore on, however, Tyler seemed to think he needed to reminisce. He and Cassie had only been "dating" for a month, but after a few minutes listening to their love life, I grew impatient. Getting each of us another rum and coke, I urged Tyler's story forward. "So, how was the sex?" No pause. The topic was not taboo. "She gave the best head, ever. Seriously, Alex. She loved cock." I handed Tyler his drink. Laughed. "I doubt it was the best blow job ever. And, there is no fucking way she likes cock better than me." Oh yeah, Tyler - like all of my friends - knows I'm gay. I had a pretty easy coming out process. Tyler was a big help in leading the charge in accepting me as gay. "Yeah, but you don't get much practice. She sucked my cock once a day." I laughed. "I know you are exaggerating. And how the fuck do you know how much practice I get?" Now it was his turn to be intrigued. "What, you've been sucking cock and not telling me." "Maybe." "You fucker. I can't believe you keep secrets from me." "Maybe you've been so busy getting blow jobs from Cassie that I haven't had much of an opportunity to tell you about my exploits." "Maybe." He laughed. "No better time than the present." Of course, there was no way in hell that I was going to tell Tyler anything about my adventures with his father. But there were still enough stories I could tell. Granted, though they were stories about my sex life, I kept them pretty PG-13. No dads, no step-grandfathers, just boys and a few college-aged men "Dude, remember when you gave me that blow job last year?" Of course I remembered. I just wondered why Tyler was bringing it up now. "Duh, man. You think I'd forget?" "What, was my cock that memorable?" It was. But that wasn't something I was going to tell someone as arrogant as Tyler. "Look, Ty. How many guys get a chance to give their best friend a blowjob? With no strings attached?" "Damn right. There were no strings attached." Tyler's hands had clearly moved to his crotch. And I knew exactly where we were going. I watched for a moment as he rubbed the boner that filled his jeans. He knew I was watching and loved performing. "So." "So." "Still no strings attached?" "Still no strings." I watched as he unzipped his jeans, eager to free his erection. He stood up, his cock escaping his boxer shorts. Unlike the last time Tyler and I had messed around, it was obvious that Tyler had no hesitation. I figured he'd realized that a blowjob's a blowjob. And so I got on my knees and my best friend moved towards me. He stroked his cock as he approached. I opened my mouth, and in he slid. I had never stopped thinking about Tyler's cock. It really was something to be proud of. Something to please the girls - and, if he ever let it happen - please the boys. Clearly, I like daddy-cock, but Tyler's piece is just too nice to pass up. My goal as I sucked his many inches? I wanted to amaze him with my cocksucking skill. The first time I had gone down on Tyler, I had a hard time taking much of his cock. I gagged. I know my teeth impeded his pleasure. Of course, that was because it was pretty fucking thick. I'd say the size of a 12 oz. Red Bull can. (Think about taking that in your mouth...) Now, as the "red bull can" slid into my practiced mouth, I didn't gag, I didn't scrape his sensitive skin with my teeth. Rather, I found the ability to swallow his cock all the way to the base. "Man. Fuck. You're taking all of it..." His voice indicated just how amazed he was. The fact that his hands were firmly placed on the back of my head, guiding me as mouth moved up and down his inches. My hands were massaging his tight ball sack. Occasionally, an errant finger would slide past the ball sack and find the soft, hairy place that existed between Tyler's balls and his asshole. Of course, I was not just enjoying the huge cock fucking my face. I couldn't help but enjoy the knowledge that this boy's father had fucked my face one night previously. Both the father and the son had found pleasure in my mouth. Tyler kept his cock in my mouth, but his hands now moved to his t-shirt. I watched as he removed it. He stepped back. His cock left my mouth. I watched as he removed his pants. In a few moments, Tyler stood before me, fully naked, fully erect, clearly enjoying this foray into gay sex. He looked at me. His hands stroking his still spit-slicked cock. "What?" "You like that?" "Fuck. Alex. You have had practice." "Better than Cassie?" "Way better, Dude. Way better." "Thought so." Tyler sat down on the sofa. I moved myself so I could once again enjoy my best friend's boner. Of course, there was more to enjoy than Tyler's cock. He really had a great body. Blond hair covered his head, chest, and muscular legs. I found myself wanting to feel his body. My hands moved to his chest, massaging his nipples. Even as I savored his penis, my hands moved from his chest to his ass. Perfect melons covered in blond fuzz. "Fuck, Alex... No one's ever swallowed all of my cock before." I couldn't help but think, that's the same thing your Dad said to me the first time I swallowed all of his inches after weeks of practice. I moved Tyler, allowing access to his ass. Regardless of the number of hook-ups he'd had in the past, I doubt any girl had tongue fucked his fuzzy pucker. His perfect melons, and the even more perfect fuzz-covered valley between them, was mine for the tasting. My tongue entered the valley first. Savoring the salty taste of sweat. Tyler's moans told me he was enjoying my attentions. A finger joined my tongue and Tyler's moans increased. "My god...What the fuck are you doing, man? ... Fuuuuuuckkk" Both his cock and his asshole were slick with my spit. My finger continued to play with is hole, but my mouth went back to his cock. "Yeah, God Damn!!! Put that finger inside of me." What the fuck? I need no urging. I slowly slid a finger into Tyler's hole. He gasped, but was clearly enjoying my ministrations. My mouth was moving up and down the whole of his cock, and my index finger was probing his previously unprobed sphincter. I removed my finger from his ass, only to put it in my mouth, making it that much more slick, that much more easy to slide into Tyler's very tight ass. My finger continued its probe. My mouth continued its movements. And Tyler's pleasure was building. "Oh, man.... I'm gonna fucking cum...." He made to move his cock from my mouth - assuming I had no desire to eat his cum - but I had other intentions. I continued working his cock, continued moving my head up and down, using my tongue to play with his piss-slit. And I waited for the first taste of my best friend's cum. Tyler came explosively. Filling my mouth so quickly and with so much semen, that I did gag. And still he came. And still I did my best to swallow all I could. When he was finished filling me with his seed, I made to stand up. Not sure what was next. "Oh Dude, please play with my ass a little more." I needed no more urging. My tongue returned to his beautiful pucker. As I tongue fucked my best friend, I feel him jerking off. His right hand beating a rhythm on my back. I kept licking. He kept jacking. In a few moments he reached his second orgasm in a matter of minutes. I could feel his hot cum cover my back. He moved my head from his ass. "Here Man, lick me clean." I obliged. Once Tyler was finished, I figured we were finished. As I got up, Tyler spoke. "Look, Alex. I mean, I'm not going to suck you or anything, but you can jack off. You gotta be boned up." So as I undid my pants and settled on the chair across from Tyler, I spat in my palm and started jacking off. "You got a nice piece, Dude." He paused. "Not that I'm into cock or anything. But it's pretty big. " Tyler watched as I jacked off. And then he started telling me a story. "You know, Cassie's Dad gave me a blowjob." My hand stopped moving. "What...the...fuck???" "Yeah. Pretty crazy." "Crazy? Fuck. What happened?" "It was pretty simple, I guess. I dropped Cassie off. Walked her to the door. Kissed her good night and all. I guess I was pretty horned up, cuz when she walked in the house, I need to adjust myself and everything. All of a sudden, I heard a voice. 'You got something in those pants boy?'" "It was Cassie's Dad. He was sitting in a lawn chair, on the porch, but kinda hidden cuz of her mom's plants and all. He took a drag from his cigarette, and raised a bottle to his lips. 'You want some of this?'" "I was like what the fuck, man. But I really liked Cassie, you know. And I liked her Dad. And, like, who am I to turn down a drink." He laughed. And took another sip of rum and coke. I just kept jacking off. Stopping only to add a little more spit to my hand. "So, like we started drinking and shit. And all of a sudden. He asked if Cassie put out. Like what the fuck was I supposed to say? So I lied and said no. He laughed a little and said that figured. Uptight, just like her bitch of a mom. It was like way too much. But I was getting a little buzzed and Mr. Childers was obviously very buzzed. So long story short..." I cut him off. "No. Tell me the long story." "You like this man? Me talking?" I kept stroking my cock. "Just talk, Fucker." "Anyways, he was like I bet you get all exited and then the little bitch let's you finish things on your own. I was like, yeah. But that's OK. He got kinda pissed. 'OK, my ass.' Guys got it tough. The little Mrs. - or Miss - can just turn away. We got wood that's gotta be taken care of. ' He kept drinking. Finally, he turned to me and asked if I had 'wood that needed to be taken care of.' I was like, what the fuck. But, then I thought, why the fuck not. I told him I had wood... I mean who talks like that?" "Old guys." "Yeah. Well Cassie's Dad's not that old. I mean. I'd never let some ugly, old dude suck my cock." "So he sucked you off?" I was so close to cumming, but was so into his story, that I actually removed my hands from my cock. "Yeah, like he told me guys should help each other out and blah, blah, blah. Before I knew it, we'd left the porch and moved to the garage. In like no time Cassie's dad started going down on me. I gotta tell you, he knew what he was doing. It was funny. I mean he's this big dude, maybe a little fat, with this big beard and all. He sucked me until I blew. He even swallowed and everything. When we were all finished he stood up. And though it was pretty dark, you know, I could see some of my cum in his beard. I pointed it out, and he like found it, and then licked his fingers clean." I came as Tyler finished his story. Tyler watched as my cum flew up my chest. He even applauded, as if I had performed for him. He laughed. "You're such a cock sucker, Alex. I bet you'd even do Cassie's dad." I finished cumming, laughed, and asked where he lived. Alex joined me. We raised our glasses. He made the toast. "Best Friends." "Best Friends." The rest of our time was cool. No more blowjobs. Nothing awkward. I guess we were pretty modern dudes, helping each other out with our "wood" problems.