Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2006 17:54:55 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Reunited with Dad-1

(Note to readers; this is the sequel to "dad's drinking buddies" from
apr-2005)

REUNION WITH DAD-1
Danny

 It was early evening when I arrived back in my home town of Springdale.
The town, the scenery, all looked the same. It'd been nearly 10 years
since I been home. Ever since my dad married that woman he shacked up
with after I first left for college. She and I never got along. She
didn't like me coming "home" from breaks and holidays, and insisted to my
father that I get a full time job during the summer months to help pay
for school and tuition, which was just a ploy to keep me away from my
dad.
 Dad was caught in the middle. Here I knew he loved me without a doubt,
yet he was trying to keep his new bride happy. I was going to college out
of state, so guess who got the short end of the stick. Pissed that dad
didn't fight for me, I declared them both the enemy, and had nothing to
do with them ever since. Now I hear (though other family members) that
their marriage is in the toilet, that she's left dad high and dry (just
as my mom had years before when I was still a kid). I figure enough is
enough, and decide to take some time off work and drive back to my
home-town to see if I could get re-acquainted with dad. But I'd a stiff
drink first to do so.

 I drive down a very familiar street, and notice an old bar with a
tattered sign named "Rosco's" out front. That was my dad's favorite hang
out when I was a teen. I pulled into a small parking lot, and entered the
bar for the first time in years. It was still heavily reminiscent of what
I remembered, with a few new variations. Someone I didn't know was
working bartender duty (not the Rosco I remembered). There wasn't a lot
of patrons in the place, but the dark atmosphere made for a good
hide-out.

"What can I get you?" asked the bartender, a tall stocky man that looked
to be all about business.

"A beer." I said, settling onto my stool. "Is Rosco still around?" I
asked out of curiosity after he'd brought me back the beer.

"No. I own this place now. Bought it from old man Rosco about 5 years
back, just never got around to changing the name." he answered, looking
me over. "You knew him?"

"Yeah. He was an ole friend of the family." I said, satisfying the
bartender's curiosity as he made was back to the conversation he was
having with the guy seated 3 seats down from me.

"I ask you, what's the world coming to?" says the man, picking up where
he left off before I arrived. "You got the blacks crying cause they ain't
got that "Affirmative Action" bill on their side any more...chicks wanna
take the men place at work...and now the fags'r screaming equal rights
and wanting to get married! Now I ask you Jon, what kind of crazy shit is
that?"

"I don't know, Bill. The world is constantly changing." laughed the
bartender.

"But seriously Jon, what has the gays contributed to society? What gives
them the right to come out of the closet and demand EQUAL RIGHTS for
anything? I mean, MEN have fought for this country! Died for this
country, for freedom! We're the fore-front of the nation! I don't see no
use, no good use at all in having fags in our country!"
 I couldn't help but over hear. The man was obviously in desperate need
of educating. Before the bartender could respond, I found myself opting
my own opinion.

"Well, I've found gay guys to be very useful in one area..." I said,
taking a sip from my beer bottle for suspense. The man and the bartender
both looked in my direction.

"What area is that?" asked the man with a smirk. "Interior decorating?"

"Cocksucking." I answered.
 The man's jaw dropped.

"You've let gay guys suck your cock?" he asked in disbelief.

"Sure." I said, matter of fact like. "In college there was always some
hot cocksucker looking to cop a load. Why walk around with a heavy dick
if you don't have to?"

"That's disgusting!" announced the man, whom looked to be about 40ish
with a balding chrome. "Wasn't there any women at that college you went
to?"

"Sure, but they all wanted to be wined and dined and in committed
relationships, what struggling college student have money to spend on
chicks like that when all you really want is some good head?" I
countered. The bartender's eyebrows went up as if he might agree, but the
man was still reluctant to bite. "Besides, most of those guys give MUCH
better head than girls do anyway." I added, to further the topic.

"Oh I doubt that!" said the man, firmly. "That's bullshit!"

"No Bill, I've been a bartender for 8 years, and I have to tell you...I
heard more than few drunken guys admit that the best head they ever had,
-was from another guy." confirmed the bartender.

"Get outta here...!" doubted Bill, ordering another whiskey. "You telling
me that some queer pimple faced fag could give better head than a girl?"

"Than the average girl." I added.
 The bartender hunched his shoulders in neutral position.

"And I take it you've had head from chicks too?" he asked, looking at me.

"Definitely." I said.

"And what makes the gay guys better?" he asked, inquisitively.

"For one thing, they love what they do more than girls do. They seem more
appreciative when you let them suck you. They not on their knees because
they want a wedding ring, or for you to buy them dinner. They're there
because they love cock."

"Okay..." said the man. "...I'll buy that. What else?"

"They love to swallow. Most girls act like eating cum is revolting, but
most gay guys love it." I said, taking another swig.

"That it?" asked the man, eagerly.

"And I find the best deep-throatier, to be male." I finished.

"Deep-throatier? That shit ain't real! You full of shit, man!" said Bill
with a flag of his hand. "That's a trick of the camera in porno movies! I
ain't never met a woman that could swallow my entire cock a day in my
life! How bout you, Jon?"

"Nope. Can't say I have." agreed the bartender, drying out empty glasses
with a rag.

"You almost had me going with all that 'fags give better head' shit kid,
til you started talking about deep-throating! That's a fucking myth!"
chuckled Bill as he dismissed my testimony.

"It's no myth." I said, swallowing hard. "I can prove it."

"Prove what?" asked Bill.

"That fags give better head, AND can deep-throat." I wagered.

"And how you gonna prove that, kid? You got a faggot in your pocket, or
something?" joked Bill.

"You're looking at one." I announced, clearly.
 Both Bill and Jon froze, staring at me in silence for several seconds.

"You a fag?" asked Bill.

"Yup." I admitted.

"And I suppose you give good head too? I mean, that's what you've been
arguing about for the past 10 minutes. Right?"

"Yup."
 Both men looked at each other in amusement.

"What do you make of this, Jon?" asked Bill, grinning widely.

"Sounds like the kid's got something to prove to you." smiled the
bartender.

"Think I should take him up on it?"

"Only one way to tell if what he says is true." offered Jon.
 Bill downed his whiskey in one shot, then got up off his stool.

"You better be as good as you claim kid, or I'm gonna put my foot in you
cocksucking mouth! Understand?" threatened Bill, manly.

"Yes, sir." I said, following his lead.

"Mind if we use your men's room for a moment, Jon?" he asked politely.

"Not at all." smiled the bartender. "Just don't make a mess."

"Well according to the cock sucker, there won't be no mess cuz he
swallows!" laughed Bill as he lead the way into the John.
 No sooner were we in there was he unfastening his pants. He pulled his
limp cock out of his zipper. It fell dead before him a fat deflated
balloon.

"Here you go dick-breath, -get to work." he ordered.
 I got on my knees and lifted his flaccid penis to my mouth, and began to
suckle the pale head. At first nothing happened, and I feared the man
would not even get a hardon if he so bent against gays. But then I began
to pull on his cock with my lips, stretching the soft flesh and licking
the underside with my tongue, -slowly it began to fatten in my mouth.
Bill didn't say anything. No words of encouragement, no insults, he
merely stood there in the middle of the men's room with his cock out
while I sucked and lapped at his soft but rising flesh.

 Once his cock started to lengthen, I knew I had something to work with.
I continued to suckle the head as it filled my mouth completely. But as
the shaft came into view I abandoned the head and began to lick my way
along the sides, wetting it with my tongue as I checked out it's length.
He was about a good 8 and 1/2 inches. No wonder woman were having trouble
throating it, the average person can only take about 4 to 5 inches before
the gag reflex kick in. Only an experienced cock sucker can take a cock
fully without causing damage.
 Bill watched while I painted his cock with saliva, licking the sides,
the underbelly, and nestling my face in his crotch to get at his secured
nut sack. By now his cock was standing at full attention (despite me
being a guy). I licked my way back up to the head from the bottom and
began lapping at the juicy head, getting my first moan from the man. He
had a slight fore-skin (but nothing too serious) which I licked and
pulled at with my lips as I lapped at his piss-slit, hoping for some
taste of his nectar. I looked up into his face. He was watching me
carefully. Our eyes met and I suddenly tasted the first dew of his
pre-cum. I took Bill's cock head into my mouth and swirled it around with
my tongue to gather up all the delicious flavor before sliding my lips
down on the shaft. His cock jumped as I took him inside. Clearly he was
excited by what I'd done so far. I stretched my lips to take half of his
cock inside, then slowly slid them back up to the plump head. More
pre-cum excreted from the tip which I quickly devoured, my eyes crossing
at note the wet line mid-way down his shaft where my mouth had been.
 I followed that with another mid-dick suck, taking only half of his rod
and bobbing my head back and forth. I released his cock from my mouth and
licked all along the sensitive underbelly just to tease him. Bill's cock
jumped as I took it into my mouth once again and began to suck it harder.
I lathered half of his cock rather well with my saliva before he gripped
the back of my head and pulled himself completely free from my mouth.

"Enough of this shit!" he yelled with a serious expression. "You claimed
to DEEP THROAT! I want DEEP THROAT!" he grunted, releasing my hair.
 I looked up at his angry face, and knew it was time I delivered the
goods. His cock was bobbing before me, soaked with the juices from my own
mouth. I took the head between my lips, giving it a few more gentle sucks
before the finale. Then I quickly shoved my head forth, taking his cock
into the back of my mouth. The head hit the start of my throat (to which
causes the gag flex) then plunged deep into my gullet.

"Holy shit!" yelled Bill as I buried my head into his crotch and wallowed
my nose in his pubes. "You...you took the whole thing!" he said in
amazement.
 Chalk up another "straight" guy! -I thought.

 I felt his cock shaft throb in my throat as my tongue slithered along
the belly. Slowly I slid my lips back up the shaft to the head, but Bill
had other plans. He took my head in his hands and shoved me back down on
his juicy rod -fully. His fat 8+ inches penetrated my mouth and lodged
itself in my throat as he ground his hips into my face.

"Take that cock! YEAH! Take it! Damn you're good!" he groaned with
excitement.
 Just then the men's room door creek open, and in came Jon the bartender.

"How's it going?" he asked, letting the door close behind him. "The kid
any good?"

"See for yourself!" said Bill, relaxing his hold on my head.
 I slid my lips back up the shaft to the crown of his cock. Jon leaned in
from behind me. I could see his shadow as I easily took Bill back into my
throat.

"Damn! The kid wasn't lying!" he said, watching me take it all.
 I ground my face in Bill's crotch again, smelling the sweet sweat of his
pubic hairs before sliding my way back up the shaft. His cock was now
slick with a thick coating of my saliva. More pre-juice tantalized my
taste buds as I suckled the head like a Tootsie-Pop. It swelled in my
mouth every time I suctioned.

"Finish me, kid." ordered Bill, his cock close to cumming. I knew all
good things must come to an end. Most "straight" didn't want to be caught
getting the dicks sucked in mens restrooms by cock suckers, so I took him
all the way back down into my throat before anyone else could walk in.
"Oooo..." he moaned as I hit bottom. His cock throbbed several times
before I began my journey back up. The shaft was so hard and slick. His
cock throbbed almost uncontrollably now as I made my way to the tip, then
dove back down on again. "UHH..." I did this several times, taking his
cock from tip to base in long quick swallows, bobbing my head faster.
Bill's hand grabbed the top of my head for leverage as his cock suddenly
started to pulse, then erupting mass after thick heavy mass of hot
clotted cum into my mouth.

"AAAARRRRRRHHHHOOOOLLLLYYYYYSSSHHHHIIIITTTTTT...THIS BOY CAN SUCK COCK!"
he screamed in one long thunderous bellow.
 I collected his spurting seed on my tongue, and swallowed each batch as
it came fresh from the pipe. Bill's body shook and shimmied as if he were
about to collapse from electric shock, but he stood fast until his climax
was complete. He removed his cock just as I was licking up the last of
his semen from my lips.

"I guess you guys'r good for something, after all." he said, as he backed
away to catch his breath. I watched him tuck my last meal into his pants
and zip up. Then remembered Jon was still standing behind me.

"Would you mind one more?" he asked, holding his own hardon in his hand.
 Still on my knees, I turned my head and came in direct contact with
Jon's cock before I even saw him. It was hard and stiff, standing 8
inches from his crotch, the head already beading a tasty morsel of
pre-baby juice at the tip just from watching my display. I quickly turned
on my knees to face him, and swallowed his thick upward curved cock in
one gulp.

"AAHHH...DAMN!" he groaned as I buried my lips in his zipper.

"The boy can suck some cock, can't he?" asked Bill, getting himself a
better view. "Must've lived on his knees down at that damn college of
his...!"

 Jon's cock was slightly fatter than Bill's. I pulled back on my lips,
sucking my way up to the head (where all the flavor is) to taste more of
his pre-cum. But Jon didn't have time for all the fancy lip and tongue
work I gave Bill, he had a bar to run. He took my head in his hands and
began to bob my head back and forth as he drove his hips into my face. I
simply tilted my head back and held on as he fucked my mouth at the
desired pace he wanted, his cock head piercing my throat with each inward
stroke.

"Oh wow, man! I've never had my cock sucked like this before!" he groaned
as he fucked my face like pussy. I opened my throat to give him free
reign, allowing his hard shaft and sensitive head to bang into the soft
interior of my inner throat. His fingers tightened on my scalp, guiding
my head faster along his shaft as my tongue worked his cum-tube into a
frenzy. Spit was starting to bubble out the corners of my mouth,
dribbling down the sides of my chin as I didn't have time to swallow as
the cock see-sawed in and out of my hungry mouth. I could hear Jon
starting to breath hard. His cock was like a steel bar, I feared dental
damage if my teeth touched his hard flesh.

"Oh fuck....here it comes! I'm gonna give it to you!" he warned, holding
my head even tighter as he picked up an even faster pace.
 The room echoed with the sound of his balls slapping into my spit wet
chin as his cock plunged my open throat in repeated motion. Suddenly he
pulled free and started fisting his meat. I opened my mouth and leaned in
closely so I wouldn't miss the eruption.

"Oh shit...! Ohhhhh...!!" he groaned as his cock started shooting rope
after creamy rope of white hot sperm across my mouth, tongue, and cheeks.
 Jon jacked his cock furiously. I lapped at the head to swallow all the
white flavor I could get. When he finally started to slow down, I took
his cock back into my mouth and deep throated him in one gulp.

"Oh gosh...!" he gasped as I took the last few spurts directly down my
gullet.

"Hungry bugger, ain't he?" joked Bill from behind.
 Jon merely groaned as I sucked him free of all his spent juice. His cock
was like a fat piece of rubber as his dick started to soften. I continued
to suck it even as he tried to tuck it back into his pants.

"As much as I'd love to stay and feed you another load, I've got to get
back to my bar." he said reluctantly. Then he paused at the door and
asked; "How long do you plan to be here tonight?"

"Just passing through..." I said. "...visiting relatives."

"Well...the bar closes at 2am. If you find yourself still up with nothing
to do...I'm here." he said, before disappearing out the door.

"Good mouth you got there, cocksucker." said Bill, squeezing past me as I
got up off my knees. "Still...I wouldn't leave my WIFE for it though." he
commented as he too left the men's room.
 I went to the mirror to clean myself up, and found two streaks of Jon's
uneaten cum lining my cheek. I scoped them into my hand, and ate it from
my palm before exiting the mensroom. I found a brand new opened beer
bottle waiting for me at the bar. Jon waved as I grabbed the beer, then
left. Now that I'd had a drink, and a couple of loads in me, I was ready
to face my father.

continued....