Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2008 18:40:13 -0400
From: joeyinnodoubtland@gmail.com
Subject: An Unconventional Bedtime Story, Part Four: Reasons to be Beautiful

	Author's Note: Can you believe I made the mistake of sending the
document to MYSELF?  It's because of gmail's system, and the replying back
and forth between Nifty and me.  So sorry!  However, here's the full


An Unconventional Bedtime Story

Part Four -- Reasons to be Beautiful

	"Your dad won't think it's suspicious that you're walking me to
your door in just your boxer briefs?" remarked Joe, astounded as I, this
new very gleeful Johnny happily pushed the door opened and led the way,
dick and balls rattling up and down quite noticeably.  Joe blushed,
refusing to look at Father (so damn oblivious, eh?) as I walked him to the
door.  As he walked out to the doorstep when I opened the door for him, he
looked back and smiled at me to bid me goodbye.  Without hinting, I
tactlessly reached towards him and stuck my left hand into his loose gym
shorts for one last grope (Come to think, I suppose he wore only a grey
muscle shirt, gym shorts, and flip flops for easy access - I had supposed
he had been working out or something.). "Ahhh." He was much less concerned
with my "attire" now, taking it a bit further than intended as I began
relentlessly stroking his already semi-hard ... now raging hard dick.  He
looked nervous as he stared into my house, but I gave him a dismissive
look.  He looked back in paranoia even though the dark street and our large
shrubs disillusioned us completely.
	Then he closed his eyes in bliss, thoughtful only of the
consequences of the surprise gift I was giving him in order to, I dunno,
make our goodbye not so hard? Ha.  His moaning became considerably audible
given his own paranoia (I suppose I was just that superb, hmm?), and it
just so happened that to my mirthful pleasure Dad had strolled over in what
would seem like stern suspicion, but what I knew to be hopeful mischief.
Joe didn't notice with his eyes closed in bliss, but Dad was strolling
towards us in a barely tied blue silk robe (without anything underneath),
smiling at me as we made eye contact.  I stared directly at Joe, continuing
even harder. I pretended not to notice as Dad crept up right behind me.
	"What is this?" Dad acted the part remarkably profound, sounding
mystified and very taken back. "On the doorstep?"
	Joe looked horrified as I pulled my hand out of his gym shorts
hastily.  It was as though he were staring at a hundred dead bodies,
shaking and gritting his teeth like a lunatic. "It's not what it looks like
... We, um ..."
	Dad laughed heartily to dismiss Joe's worries, and said, "Nice to
see you guys finally going at it - Don't think I never caught you guys in
the showers with hard-ons, drooling as you stared at each other like
mindless zombies!"  He laughed harder at his own joke, and I pretended to
be as perplexedly shocked as Joey.  I didn't have to act for too long,
though, because Joe's dead stare quickly changed into a small, relieved
smile before bursting into laughter that I joined in with
instantly. "Jesus, did you think I'd go all crazy on you guys for having
some good fun? God, I'm not some prude cunt; why don't you take Joe back to
your room, Johnny? Enjoy yourself!"
	Joe and I exchanged a funny look, blushing, and I pretended to
inform Father in a timid tone, "We already did - I was just giving him a
goodbye grope, but it turned into this." We all laughed again.
	"On second thought, Johnny, I don't really mind not making it to
dinner," Joe interjected quickly, hopeful. "I like your dad's idea."
	I licked my lips as I stared seductively at him.  Dad said
something about calling Joe's parents and to not worry about it, but I
shocked Joe yet again - I pulled off my boxer briefs and then his gym
shorts (Dad closed the door quickly at this), but offered no time for
embarrassment as I grabbed his hand.  Quickly we ran back to my room,
careful to make sure our huge hard-ons didn't bump into anything.
	And we did it again.
	When we were done, the two of us scurried back into the entryway
for our clothes, but not before Joe noticed something rather appealing: Dad
sat on the couch in his loosely tied robe, his legs spread open and
revealing his bare skin.  Dad didn't notice this, but both of us could see
his gigantic dick easily.  It was extremely sexy, and Joe seemed to agree,
if I were to suspect by the look in his eyes
	Dad noticed us staring, and realized his dick was hanging out,
which startled him.  Consequently, the robe completely came undone, and
there for both Joe and me to witness was Dad's huge nine inch dick.  Joe
couldn't manage to suppress the lust in his eyes, hardly blinking.  Dad
tried to laugh it off as he got up to get his robe, which gave us an
awesome view of his hairless bubble butt that was just like mine.  He was
all mine.
	"I'll walk you out," I interjected to eradicate the awkward
situation: Joe, Dad, and myself were all standing in the living room baring
it all.  Never would I have thought.
	I squeezed Joe's ass as he left.  But then my mind directly shifted
to unfinished business, and I quickly removed my clothes once again.  I
raced to the living room, and Dad lifted me up into an embrace, caressing
my back and then squeezing my ass cheeks.  Evidently he felt his patience
warranted doubled efforts from me, and be it that I had just been fucked by
Joe twice, I seemed to have several times more stamina than two hours ago
when Joe and I began seducing each other.  That's the power of my God.  It
just so happened that his raging 9" hard-on was bumping into my upper leg
(right below my crotch, conveniently) so I immediately spread my legs and
quite pleasantly wrapped them around Father's big strong back.  We both
moaned as he pulled my ass down a bit between our husky breathing and rough
kisses, half-simulating fucking me as he pressed his dick against my ass
cheeks, then managing to slide it just slightly over my asshole.
	Finally, we'd make love to the full extent, he inside of me
eternally being the heavenly culmination -- Or perhaps I shall invent the
word cummination, because you'll understand it's better fit after you read
my highly detailed recollection.
	After a moment of pulling against each other, dry humping each
other adamantly in absolute ecstasy, Dad pulled me down with an impatient
sigh.  With an elated visage, he gently placed his bulging arms around my
neck and captivated me in a slow romantic kiss. It was so wonderful, so
ethereal, that like each and every one of our special moment it remains
untouchably sealed in my mind.  Our raging erections pulsed against each of
our pubic areas as they thumped for relief.  It was he who pulled back,
which I hadn't expected (even if it had gone on for nearly two minutes),
but surprised me spectacularly as he gently planted a multitude of kisses
on every part of my neck; promptly as he planted the first my neck
powerlessly fell back in surrender, my eyes closed in bliss and my mouth
hanging open as I moaned ecstatically, loudly and then softly so many
times.  With united passion he had garnered a few spaces between us("below
the belt"), and was stroking my yearning dick with just as much earnest.
It was by divine force that I did not cum at this point.
	If I thought this uniformed, continuous pleasure had to lessen at
least shortly, I was a fool for in a millisecond Dad was down on his knees,
never having removed his hand, now stroking and sucking on my blessed dick
as if the world was to end in a few seconds.  My mind set at that point
felt no negative earthly interferences: my mind was relieved of all
inhibitions, having flown into more of a primitive disposition.  My mind's
newborn simplicity was fulfilled with the natural bliss, which had
overtaken not only my mind, but also my body and soul.  This primitive
disposition encompassed a feeling that no recreational drug could of .  In
addition, this is because it was perfectly natural, surpassed its 'in
utero' state due to our worthiness.
	"Dad ... oh Dad ...I love you so much .... Yeah, suck me like
that.... Oh my God, your mouth fits so perfectly.... It's so wet and
welcoming ..." My words were probably stupid, but they were profoundly
accurate.  That's all I could manage; it was the best I could articulate my
gratitude.  Either way it worked, because this encouraged him to be even
more zealous about it -- Almost as if he wanted to take it a step too far,
to torture me with bliss too powerful.
	I felt so gratuitous towards him that I actually pushed him off me
and then onto his feet, falling to my knees to return the favor on his
intimidating, thickly huge 9" glory.  It was shaking in desperation for
relief as if it might just explode. This I fulfilled like a free baser,
extraordinarily appearing to have swallowed the dick without slowly taking
it in, but instead fearlessly using my mouth, then my throat as a harbor to
the glorious penis I now held in my possession, quite literally.

	Author's Afterward: I'm at the library yet again, and I just
realized this is the only portion of the chapter on it, which deeply is
perturbing.  I should definitely be able to add the rest tomorrow, as Part
5, which will be the rest of their night together.  Part 6 is already in
the works.
	I truly am sorry because it's unacceptable, not fulfilling
deadlines.  It's also a moral thing for me, but additionally I'm eighteen
and have been writing for eleven years, now professionally, though I
originally started with publishing poetry and writing fan fictions online,
and I should know better.  It's hard without Internet.  I have a PC, but it
is seldom that I can pick up a wireless network and I'm going to try really
hard.  I'm gonna make you all cum very soon; you'll be satisfied, just
await your desires...

	By the way, I know I have made some errors in Part 2 where the
sizes of their dicks were misspoken.  Dad is definitely 9 inches, and
Johnny is definitely 8 inches.