Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2018 17:34:35 -0500 From: tagenhard@aol.com Subject: Random Tails/ He Asked Please donate to Nifty to keep this site running for all our fun. This is of course all fantasy and such real life conduct is not condoned Or encouraged. We all live two great lives. One in reality and one in our minds. ////////////////////////////////////// TAKE NOTE _ THIS IS JUST A TWISTED STORY LINE BUT NO ACTUAL SEX. //////////////////////////////////// He Asked by tagenhard@aol.com "Troy are you gay?" That was my dad asking. Mom and Dad asked me sit down at the kitchen table so they could talk to me. I really wasn't surprised by the question. After all a couple of my friends that I hung out with were rather obvious about being gay. There was my current lack of girlfriend. And I did spend a lot of time working on my appearance. Making sure my hair was just right. My clothes being fashionable and well I have to admit worn to show off to my best advantage the hot, sexy 15 year old stud body I had. I worked hard at having this body. Played sports and did very well at it, thank you. I exercised and watched what I ate. I didn't hang with the jock group normally, though I could have. I didn't actually hang out with any one type of group. Not the nerds. Not the book geeks. Not the jocks. Not the student government types. Not the stoners. Not the shady bad boy delinquents. But I did have friends from each group and was the kind of guy who could hang with any one of them and fit in when I was them. I was lucky that I just had that personality. The kind that was smooth talking and warm. Made you feel like I was listening just to you and could understand everything you were going thru. All people liked me and I liked everyone back. Plus it didn't hurt that I was good looking and always had a smile. Anyway back to my parents. I could tell mom was nervous about having this conversation. I could imagine she was afraid of never having grand kids. And as the only child, it was up to me to produce them. As a male, dad was certainly hoping to carry on the family name. A lot of pressure considering I'm only 15 like I said. I looked back and forth between them and was wondering how to best word this. "Mom, Dad, I think in the terms that you are using the word gay, I can safely tell you that I don't identify myself with just that word." That didn't seem to really satisfy them as being an answer. "The simplest way to put this is to say that I plan to get married to a girl someday and have children to raise and play with." You could see the tension in their faces just wash away. "That being said I want you to know that I might not see things in the same conventional way that you do when it comes to love and sex." Their faces clouded over. "But the end result will be me and my special lady and our children." Dad gave me a questioning look but didn't say anything. I could see he was trying to interpret what I said but thought it best to not carry on that line of questioning in front of mom. Mom however ignored it and smiled. She then tried to explain that there is nothing wrong with being gay and went on and on to justify her acceptance of all people, Blah, blah, blah. I concluded the conversation by thanking them for asking outright what they wanted to know. And that I would always be truthful with them. Mom said that was great but as I left the table I said just make sure you don't ask questions that you might be afraid to hear the answer to. Mom just laughed and let it disappear into air. Dad however was again rolling that thru his head. I headed off for a swim practice I had. I was on the swim team in the winter and soccer in the fall. After I hit the mall with some friends and then on to home. I finished up my home work after dinner and was laying on my bed naked with my head phones on as I played a video game. I was usually naked if I was in my room and my parents quickly learned they weren't gonna change that. So mom never came to my room and if she did she just talked thru the door. It was 11:00 o'clock when I saw my door crack open. Dad was standing there in his bathrobe with his pajama bottoms underneath. He never wore a top so his chest hair came out from the top of the robe. Even in his forties dad was in good shape. A muscular chest with a soft spray of chestnut colored hair. I pulled my head phones off. "Sorry Son I did knock." "That's fine, what's up?" I asked. I stayed there naked I wasn't ashamed of my great body. "Well I got the impression earlier that there is more to talk about. I'm your father and I'm worried about you." I turned off my music and set down the game control. I sat up cross legged. "Well sit on down and let's talk about it." Unlike most kids my age I was always willing to talk to my parents. Dad sat on the edge of the bed and turned sideways to face me. "I have some questions." "Okay ask away. I'll be totally honest." Dad cleared his throat. "Are you sexually active?" "That would be yes." I didn't offer anything else. "Ah are you sexually active with girls or boys?" "Again yes." I smiled. "Oh" He replied trying to not show surprise or judgment but just letting that sink in. "You know at your age I'm sure it seems ok to be messing around with friends but." Dad seemed to hesitate at how to continue. "If I may, I think you're worried about consequences. I do take proper precautions according to the situation I'm in. You don't have to worry about me getting some girl pregnant. And with the guys I know how to do safe sex." I patted him on the knee in a comforting act. Like one might do with a child. That seemed to startle him a little. "That is good to know. I do trust you to use good judgement." He paused again. "Is there anything else?" I smiled "How are you on the booze and drug scene?" "I'm happy to say that I don't do either. It's available if I want it but at my age I know it only has negative effects on my body, my growth physically and mentally. I am happy enough with my life and everything that I'm doing that I have no need for that extra stimulation. That's not to say that when I get older that I won't try it but I'm in no hurry." "Again I'm very glad to hear it. You always seem to practice sound judgement. Sometimes I wonder if you're really my kid." Dad laughed at that trying to lighten the mood. "Oh I don't think there is any doubt I'm your son." I laughed. He gave me a quizzical look. "What do you mean?" "Well look." I pointed down to my cock. "I'm one of the biggest in school and I'm only 15. I'm sure I inherited your gens. After all you have a huge fat cock. It must be 10 inches, right? That's one piece of prime daddy fuck meat you have." He looked like a deer caught in headlights. I had never used such language with him before. "Is that why I'm an only child? Mom had a hard time handling so much sausage?" Again he was still uncertain how to handle this. "I worry that I'm going to have the same problem. I mean I got 8 hot inches of teen cock meat now and I still have several years of growth ahead of me." Talking like this in front of my dad played to my nasty side that he had no idea existed. It was getting me hard and I was almost full extended. "I like the size it is now." I added and hefted my cock with my hand drawing his attention to it. He stared at it as I ran my hand lightly up and down it. "I just hope it doesn't get so big that it interferes with my fucking." "Well, ah, it does take a certain type of person to handle big ones." Dad said then his voice trailed off but his stare was on my hand stroking my cock. I coughed lightly. This startled him back to reality and he seemed embarrassed at having been caught looking at my hard junk. "Hum." Dad paused, "Who are you having sex with?" "I don't really think it's important for you to know all theirs names unless you're looking to join in, otherwise I think everyone is entitled to their privacy." "Ah yea, I guess you're right. Well I think I need to get to bed, it's been good talking to you son and thank you for your frankness." "Anytime dad, I'm always willing to answer your questions and I'm glad we could start talking openly like this, you know man to man. Stud to stud." I smiled. "Ah right, studs." He laughed a little then left the room. The next two days were busy with activities and school and while we talked during meals we didn't get much chance to talk otherwise. Wednesday nights was in essence a free night for dad. No social or club meetings to go to. He would normally use Wednesday nights to catch up on reading or some TV. I got home about 8:30 to find him where I expected him. In his lounger with a book in his hand, a bourbon at his side and all comfy cozy in his pajamas and robe. Except tonight there was a difference. "Hi guy's, whoa there dad, you going native on us. No pajama bottoms? That's pretty daring for you." I laughed. He just snorted a laugh but mom explained she had to throw the old ones out because they fell apart in the wash. And they didn't realize there weren't any back up ones. "Maybe I should go native. What do you think honey just like Tarzan?" Mom laughed. "Yea right dad, I don't think Tarzan wore a robe and fuzzy slippers." "Hey don't make fun of a man's slippers son." Dad laughed back. I headed off to do my homework. It was 10 and I had my homework done and was standing naked of course in front of my mirror doing hand weight curls. I was chubbed up a bit. It always turned me on to see my biceps bulge as I curled back with the weight. There was a knock at the door and my dad calling my name. "Come on in dad." I responded. `Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt anything." He said as he stood in the door staring at me. "Just finishing up. What's up?" I set the hand weight down and turned and looked at him. "A well, a." He was stammering again. "Just spit it out dad, like a good catholic girl does." I said straight faced. You could see the puzzled look on his face then it dawned on him what I meant. "Oh, ah yea. I have to remember that one to use on the guys at the club." He smirked. "Oh so you swallow with the guys at the club. Huh." I shoot back. That threw him off balance. "Sorry, I saw an opening for a corny joke and took it. What did you want to talk about?" I turned serious. "Well two things you said the other night and I was wondering. Well wondering about one and concerned about the other." "Ok, what's that?" "I asked who you were having sex with and you said it wasn't right to name all of them. Just how many names are we talking about?" "Let's see." I started to count silently on my fingers and when he saw I was up to seven and still going." "No wait, maybe I don't want to know that. Really that high?" Dad rubbed his face. "Son I know sex feels good but you can't just go around screwing everything in sight. It's not about how many you have sex with but the quality of the sex you have with the person you love." "I appreciate that dad and trust me I could be nailing a lot more people than I do." He winched at my use of that word. "But I am only having sex with specific people and I love each one of them because there is something different and special about each one. I'm getting together with the same people on a regular basis. It's not a revolving door of different people." "But still I thought you might be doing it with one guy and a girl or two but." He took in a deep breath. "But not that many. Ok finish counting and give me the total." He said quickly as if he was afraid he would chicken out to ask. "15, no sorry 16." I said straight forward. "Holy fuck." He said raising his voice. He stepped over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "I would have never guessed." He rubbed his face again. I sat down next to him but didn't say anything. He looked at me with I don't know if was awe, or pride or jealousy but it certainly wasn't disgust. "Just how much sex is going on at that school?" "I don't know." I replied honestly. "These are all school friends, right" "Some are." "This is too much info right now. I don't want to hear anymore. I stayed silent as he got lost in his thoughts. After a few minutes I asked. "What's the second thing?" "What?" "You said there were two things you were wondering about. What's the second thing?" He seemed confused at the sudden change in direction. But then pulled himself together. "How do you know how big I am?" "I invaded your privacy." I stated matter of factly. "I think you better explain." He said narrowing his eyes. "Well sometimes you pass out in the recliner and I have taken advantage of that and opened your robe and pajamas to look at how big you are. I have also fondled you so that you would get hard and I could see just how big that daddy fuck stick is." I just looked him in the eyes. I didn't apologize I didn't look away. He studied me for a few moments and I held my own looking back. "You, my son played with my cock and purposefully got me hard to see how big I was?" "Yes." Was my simple unapologetic answer. "Holy fuck." He said but not raising his voice this time. "Next thing you'll be telling me is that you jerked me off and sucked it." "Is that a question?" His eyes got bigger. "Did you fucking jerk my cock off and suck it?" "Yes." I smiled plain and simple. "Oh fucking hell, my son sucked my cock." His voice tapered off. "And it's a very nice cock to suck daddy." My dad looked at me shocked. "Don't look at me that way. You're not as horrified about it as you make out." "What?" "You got a fucking hard on dad sticking straight up in the air begging to be taken care of." Dad looked down and with not having pajama bottoms on, his cock had gotten hard and was sticking up thru his bathrobe. He quickly adjusted the robe covering it. I laughed. "You really think you can hide something that big and fat and hard? Even my friends have come to realize that you got a big fucking daddy cock without having seen it. But every one of them would drop to their knees in a second for the chance. I grabbed the sides of his robe and ripped it open exposing him. "You should be proud of that fat fuck stick just like I am mine." I wrapped my fingers around it. "Any time you want that fucking beautiful fat daddy meat serviced let me know. Mouth or ass you can have me anyway you want me." I leered at him. He actually blew a fucking load of daddy batter over that. It sprayed across my hand and up across my smiling face. He shuddered and then became gripped by fear, ripped my hand away from his meat and dashed out of the room. He totally avoided me for the next two days. To the point that even mom noticed something was wrong. "What is going on between you two?" Mom demanded to know at dinner Friday night. I laughed. "Dad got all worked up about a new activity I suggested and spilled something all over me in the process. I think he's just embarrassed about it and doesn't want to admit how much he likes the idea." "What is it?" Mom asked all excited herself. Dad's eyes bugged out. "Planting seed mom the idea of planting seed in young fresh ground." I said as I shoved some food into my mouth. "Gardening? He's excited about gardening?" Mom was confused. "More about plowing. Plowing a hard blade thru fresh young territory. I know that doesn't make sense to you but for right now it's a secret as we work out the hard details. Dad's nervous that he might not be man enough to rise to the task." I smirked. "Well you're right I don't understand but if this has something to do with farming I'm not helping." Dad kept his head down and didn't say a word. He disappeared into his den after diner. I didn't see him for the rest of the night. Saturday morning had me up for a run bright and early. It was warm enough that I ran shirtless and many a person gave me an admiring glance, or look or down right stare as I passed. I called out cheerfully to the neighbors as they were picking up their morning newspapers. Mr. Johnson was just in his pajama bottoms. "Looking Mr. J I called out. You been hitting the gym?" I gave him a thumbs up. He smiled and waved and pumped up his chest and strutted back into the house with a swagger he didn't have before. "You get your hair done Mrs. S.?" I yelled. "You look like a high school senior." She blushed and waved her hand at me. Mr. M was just starting his jog. He was also shirtless. He was a hot single man in his early thirties. I gave him a thumbs up as he caressed my body with his eyes and licked my lips. I hope to lay him some day. I got home just as mom was leaving to join her arts and crafts club for a trip to a craft fair a couple of towns over. She said she would be back after dinner so we were on our own. I walked into the house and straight to the kitchen to get a drink. Dad was there with a cup of coffee in his hand. He just mumbled "morning" I poured myself some Gatorade and then stripped off my shorts and wiped my pits with them. He stared at me hard with a frown on his face. I stripped off my jock strap and stood naked in front of him as I sniffed it. He glared at me but didn't say anything. I saw his hand with the coffee mug was trembling slightly. "How long you gonna do this. I asked as I took a drink of the cool liquid. "Do what?" He spat "Hate me because you want to fuck me." "What." He screamed. "You -- want -- to -- ram -- your -- fat -- fucking -- 10 -- inches -- of -- daddy -- cock -- up -- my -- ass." I said coolly and collectively drawing each word out. He slammed his mug down and I was surprised it didn't shatter. He grabbed me by the throat and shoved me up against the fridge. "Where the hell do you get off talking to me that way? You sick little shit." He expected fear from me but I just sneered at him. "I should throw your fucking ass out of the house. I am your father and you will not talk to me like that." As best as I could with his hand around my throat, I said. "I will never ever talk to you like that again. I will never ever talk about sex with you again. I will never ever invade your personal space again. If you answer me one question." "What's that?" He spit in my face. "Do you or do you not have the biggest fucking hard on you have ever had in your life right now?" He hesitated, he paused, I knew the answer but would he confess? "No." He replied but somewhat weakly. He knew he lied, I knew he lied. He saw the disappointment in my eyes. But he just couldn't be honest with himself. I narrowed my eyes. "I'm sorry sir. I will only be respectful of you from now on." I said coldly. He just held me there, looking deep into my eyes. "I suggest sir that you release me before we have to explain the bruises around my neck." My voice was calm and cold. He released me and I picked up my shorts. "I need to shower sir." I said as I walked out of the room. After I had showered I set about completing my chores. After, I found my dad sitting in the back yard just staring off into space. "Excuse me sir but I have completed my chores. There is a swim team meeting in half an hour that I have to be at. After that I have my volunteer duties at the shelter. I am signed up to help serve dinner there tonight so I won't be back till after that. May I be excused sir?" Each time I said sir my voice dripped with acid. He paused but then just waved his hand in a dismissive motion. I was gone for the day. When I got home mom was back from her day. I asked how it was and we talked for about an hour about her day and mine. When we were done I kissed her goodnight and retreated to my bedroom. It was about 10 when there was a lite knock on my door. I asked who it was. Dad replied it was him. I walked over to the door and the click of the lock was unmistakable. I turned off the light and said good night sir, then went to bed. I heard him sigh and walk away. Sunday morning my parents found a note that I had taken early shift of working at the shelter and that I would see them later. I was home in time for dinner. Mom and I chatted away but dad didn't join in. It was after midnight and I woke up thirsty. Staying naked since I knew mom would be in bed, I went to the kitchen and got some juice. "I need to know what kind of sex you are involved in." My dad's voice was soft and low key. He was sitting in the breakfast nook in his robe. I noticed he again was without pajama bottoms. I slid on to the bench on the other side. "I will tell you truthfully sir but first I need you to understand that after I am done you will be wondering where you went wrong in raising me. Why is my moral compass so broken? Who turned me into this person? Did someone assault me as a child and twist my mind?" I paused so he could process that. "You need to know that all of it is me. I initiated each and every activity. Sure they went along with it but they didn't seek me out, I studied them and figured out what they wanted and used that to get what I wanted." Another pause. When I'm done you will either want to disown me or join me. Do you still want me to answer the question sir?" He rubbed his hand over his face but then finally whispered yes. "Okay then." I took a deep breath. "Three of the guys that I'm friends with, I have sex with. Two of the girls I hang with I have sex with. There is a couple in their early 20's that I have three ways with. But I also sometimes just do it with her and sometimes just with him. There is a single mother that I have sex with and we include her 12 year old daughter." He covered his face with his hand. When he realized I stopped talking he said to go on. "There is a man old enough to be my grandfather that I have sex with. There is a married couple in their forties that I have bondage sex with. There is a married woman that I have sex with but her husband doesn't know. We include her 9 year old daughter. One of my guy friends has a 9 year old brother that we have sex with. There is another couple in their thirties that I have sex with each of them without the other knowing. There is a neighbor man that I haven't had sex with yet but I'm working my way in to it." I paused, he still had his face covered. "Finally as I told you I have sucked you off and enjoyed the taste of the milk of my creation. And one night after you and mom had drunk sex then passed out I fucked mom using your still warm cum as lubricant." "You fucked your mother?" He said not so much as a question. "I would rather fuck your hot dad ass but I didn't think I could get away with it at that time." I sat back and we were silent. "I was honest with you, now you be honest with me. Are you hard right now?" "Yes he whispered softly but loud enough for me to hear it." I knew I had him. I stood up and stepped up alongside him then got to my knees. "Daddy I love you and want you to love me. I'm not a bad person. I am actually fulfilling a service to people who need fulfillment in ways that they could not normally find." As I talked soothingly to my father I was opening his robe and exposing him to the night air. "Daddy let me be what you need me to be." I lowered my head to his crotch and swallowed his 10 inch daddy cock to the balls. Something mother could never do. He moaned in surprised pleasure. "If I had only know." I pulled my mouth off his daddy horse cock. "Wait till you try my ass."