Date: Fri, 25 Dec 2009 23:00:11 -0700
From: TJ Allen <dnapplesdn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mike's Dad, Part 2

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Copyright 2009. All rights reserved.


Mike's Dad, Part 2


I couldn't believe how good it felt to have Mike's dad's cock up against
mine. His hairy chest was right in front of my face, and every time he
exhaled, I could smell beer, mixed with sweat and chlorine.  I don't know
why, but I put my arms around Joe.  I guess I wanted to get even closer to
him.  He took a step back, but pulled me with him.  Then I felt his right
hand on my butt, and his fingers were working their way between my cheeks.

He started rubbing my butt hole with one of his fingers.  It didn't exactly
feel good, but it got me even more excited.  I pushed back, into his finger
and he laughed.

"So you like that.  That's good."

He put his hands under my arms and pulled me out of the water and sat me on
the side of the pool, legs still in the water.  He pushed my knees apart
and grabbed my hard penis.  It seemed so small and smooth compared to his.
I was embarrassed, and looked away from him.

"You got a nice dick there, Dax."  Then he bent down and put it in his
mouth.  I thought I was going to explode.  I could feel his stubble against
the inside of my leg, while his tongue licked all around my cock.  .
"Dad?"  I heard Mike calling for Joe from inside the house.

Joe took his mouth off of my penis and answered "Yeah?"

"Mom's on the phone.  She wants to talk to you."

"Shit" Joe mumbled under his breath as he stepped to the side and pulled
himself out of the pool. His penis was huge and sticking right out in front
of him.

Mike came out of the back door, holding the phone.  He handed it to his
dad.

"Hey Fran.  What's up?"  He sounded like nothing the least bit unusual was
going on, as he put one hand on Mike's head and pulled him close to him.
Mike saw his dad's penis sticking out in front of him, reached up and
grabbed it.  He turned toward me and giggled.

Joe spoke a few words to his wife, but I have no idea what was actually
said.  I was too busy watching Mike playing with his father's cock.  I
noticed Joe was no longer talking, looked up him, and realized that he had
finished his call and laid the phone on the patio table.

Joe looked at me and said "Well boys, looks like it's just going to be us
for awhile.  You guys want to keep playing in the pool?"

"Yeah" Mike said.  "No fair.  You guys took your suits off."  He turned and
left his dad standing by the table, took off his suit and jumped in the
pool.

"OK, you can play a little longer" Joe said, giving me a wink, and reaching
down and giving a tug to his cock.

I scooted off the ledge, back into the pool.  Joe dried himself off and
went in the house.  I wasn't sure what to do.  I wanted to follow Joe
inside, but didn't know if I should.  I wasn't sure if Mike had seen what
his dad had done or not.  Mike popped up from underwater right in front of
me.

"Your thing is hard again" he said, with a big smile.  "That's ok, mine is
too.  See?" And he laid back in the water, floating on his back.  His penis
pointing straight up.  He stood back up, directly facing me.

"Have you ever put someone's thing in your mouth?" he asked.

"No" I said, thinking back to just a few moments ago, wishing I had had the
chance to put Joe's in my mouth.

"Want to?" he asked.  "It's fun.  I'll go first."

Not waiting for my answer, he went back under water, put my dick in his
mouth and began sucking on it.  I started moving my hips in rhythm to his
sucking.

After a few seconds, he pulled off and came up for air.  "OK, now do me."

I took a deep breath and went under water.  There was his bald, little dick
in front of my face.  Not nearly as impressive as his dad's.  But I was
just as excited as I was when Joe's penis was pressed up against me, a few
minutes earlier.  I tried to suck on it, the same way Mike did mine.  But I
guess my lips weren't wrapped around his dick tightly enough, as I sucked
in a mouth full of water.  I went up for air, coughing and spitting, only
to find Mike laughing.

"You have to close your mouth before you suck" he instructed.

"Sorry" I said.  "Let me try again."  And I went back under.  This time I
managed to keep my lips tight around his little cock, and began sucking
like a pro.  After a few seconds, my chest began to hurt and I went up for
air.

"Good job" I heard from over at the side of the pool.  It was Joe.  He had
been watching me suck his son's cock.  He had put on another pair of
running shorts.  "I think you`ve done that before" he said.

I shook my head no, and Mike joined in "No he hasn't.  He couldn't even do
it at first.  He got a mouthful of water."

"Well in that case, you must be a quick learner" Joe responded, giving me a
wink. "You guys need to get out now and dry off.  You can help me with the
burgers."

We both climbed out of the pool, exposed cocks sticking out in front of us.
We toweled off and I headed for the guest house.

"Where are you going?" Mike asked.

"I'm gonna get my clothes" I answered, nodding toward the building.

"We don't have to get dressed, do we dad?  Mom's not here."

"No, you can stay naked.  But go ahead and bring your clothes over here on
the patio so you can put them on before she gets home.  And not a word to
your mother about it, understand?"  He cocked his head forward toward Mike
to make sure he understood.

"Yes sir!" he responded, as we went to collect our clothes.  We took them
from the guest room and piled them in a chair on the patio.  Joe was coming
out of the house again, this time with two bottles of soda and a beer.

"Mike, grab some plates and silverware from the kitchen.  And get the chips
and whatever else you guys want.  Dax, can you give him a hand?"  Joe then
turned to the grill and put the burgers on.  "And get the buns.  And the
ketchup"

It felt so good to be walking around naked.  My self-consciousness
completely disappeared.  Mike grabbed the buns and the chips out of the
pantry and handed them to me.  Then he climbed up on the counter to get the
plates.  While he was standing up there, I realized that unlike mine,
Mike's penis didn't really get bigger when it was hard.  It was pretty much
the same size now, soft, as it was when he was floating on his back.  It
just wasn't sticking straight out.  I looked down at my own, and it was
about half the size as it was when I was hard.  I wondered why the
difference.

After Mike got the plates and the silverware, we headed back out to the
patio.  Joe was still at the grill, cooking the hamburgers.  We put the
stuff on the table and sat down in the two lounge chairs closest to the
bbq.

"Ok guys, get your plates ready, these are almost done.  That is, if you're
still hungry after eating those big ole wienies."  Joe turned around and
looked right at my dick when he said it.  For some reason, it got hard
again.

Mike started laughing.  "Dad says when it gets hard, it wants to be played
with.  Right, dad?"

"That's right" Joe answered.  "I've never seen a hard pecker that didn't
want to be played with.. Well look at that.  Looks like mine wants to be
played with too."  I looked at his shorts, and his penis was straining
against the front.  Hard, like it had been in the pool.  "I guess I should
take these off" he said, as he stepped out of his shorts, letting his hard
dick swing out in front of him.  "That's more like it.  Hand me your plates
boys."

Mike and I took our plates over to Joe.  He put a hamburger patty on each,
then grabbed his plate off the table and took the last patty from the grill
and said "Let's eat."

We all sat down and started eating our burgers, the lower parts of our
bodies concealed by the table.  Being hidden from view, I thought my penis
would go soft again.  But it didn't.  It stayed just as hard as it was when
I sat down.  Joe started asking me about what I liked to do - games,
movies, sports, camping.  I liked talking with him.  He didn't treat me
like a kid.  He talked to me like I was a grownup friend of his.

After we finished our burgers, Joe stood up and stretched, extending his
arms above his head.  My dick wasn't the only one that had stayed hard.  He
was so hot looking - covered in blond hair - armpits, chest, stomach, legs.
And the area I couldn't shift my eyes from - his pubes, nuts and dick.

Mike started singing "Dad's got a boner, dad's got a boner."

Joe joined in "I've got a boner, I've got a boner" and twisting his torso
from side to side, making his dick swing in front of him.  Mike and I both
started laughing.  He paused and said "Come on, help me clean off the
table.  Grab your plates and take `em in to the kitchen."  When I stood up,
Joe saw my erection and started singing again "Dax has a boner, Dax has a
boner." I started doing the same dance he had done, but without the same
results.  Though my dick was swinging, it couldn't compare to Joe's.

Mike did the same, his erection waving back and forth as well.  We all
stood there laughing, checking out each other's dicks.  Joe picked up his
plate and started heading toward the kitchen.  "Looks like we need to play
a little, boys."