From: hstanner@slip.net
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: You and Me, Dad
Date: 5 Jul 1996 05:00:58 GMT
Organization: Slip.Net

You and Me, Dad

You greet me with a kiss.  Your tongue firmly probes my mouth as your hands
knead my ass.  Reaching around, you pull my shirt out of my pants and begin
to unbutton it.  As you finish up, you pull away a bit, push my shirt back
to expose my nipples, and begin to gently flick them.  You know full well
what that does to me.

My eyes roll back in my head and my balance begins to wane.  You kiss my
face gently to help me regain my bearings.  I spread my legs a little,
adjusting my stance to avoid falling back.  I take in your scent.  You know
I'm totally under your power at this point.  You know I'll do anything to
please you.  You keep me just on the brink.

Now you pull away and step back.  You watch as I slowly come-around and
open my eyes in confusion.  You sit down on the couch and instruct me to
strip down.  I begin to undress for you.  You watch me proudly and remove
your shirt.  I stand before you naked, my dick pointing straight at you, a
drop of glistening liquid hanging from the tip.  You inspect me fully with
your eyes.  "C'mere, boy."  I come to you to kiss again.  You grab a nipple
again, this time less gently, as you pull me in and fuck my mouth with your
tongue.

You end the kiss.  "Why don't you go get me a beer, son."  "Yes, sir.  May
I have one, too?"  "I'll let you have a little of mine."  "okay."  I fetch
the beer.  As I return you ask about my day and I ask bout yours.  I open
and hand you the beer and kneel before you.  You take a grateful gulp and
lift a boot for me to remove.  As we discuss the day, I pull the boot off
and you offer the other.  Once your boots are off, I offer to remove your
pants.  Not sure whether I am anxious or just well trained you decide to
say no, not yet.  You grab my arm and pull me to you on the couch.  A rough
embrace follows.  We gaze at one another, both grateful to have each other.
You decide this is getting too mushy and ask me to hand you the remote.
Time for the news.

You turn on the TV and grab your beer for another good swig and I sit
beside you.  Settling on your favorite newscast, you give me a quick
squeeze and tell me to go ahead and take your pants off.

I unbutton and pull your pants from your legs.  I fold them.  You thank me
for this, I'm a good boy.  Instead of telling me that, you offer me a drink
of your beer.

I sit on the floor beside you and rest my head on your thigh.  You reach
over and firmly run your fingers through my hair.  The scent of your crotch
and your half-hard dick make me horny, but I sit still.  Tonight I'll wait
for you to tell me what and where.  I know you've had a hard day, I'm not
going to ask for anything.  I'm just going to be here to make you happy.
You always comfort me after a rough day, now I'm here for you.

At the commercial, you ask me to run in and get a couple more beers.  As I
return, you wink and say "thanks, babe".  You have one leg on the coffee
table and one stretched out along the couch.  I know what that means.  I
hand you your beer and take a healthy drink from mine before putting it
down and tending to my Dad.  You put your foot on the floor, resting your
meaty calf on my shoulder, your hand finds the back of my head and caresses
it as I soothe you.  My mouth licks, kisses, and sucks on your cock and
balls.  You relax more and forget about the day.  THIS is what it's all
about.  THIS is your life, not that job.  This is why you get up everyday.
 

Eventually, you lose track of the TV news and begin to feel as if you could
cum soon.  "Okay, c'mere, boy."  You motion me up to you.  Again we kiss.
Your strong hands find my round ass cheeks (Whose ass?  Yours, Dad.). I lay
on top of you.  You pull me closer, your hands clutching my, er, our ass.
You kiss me hard, you forget everything but us.

You're too tired for any heavy scene tonight.  You just want to forget
about the rest of the world and spend time with the one person who
considers you KING.  Damn, You could take on the whole fuckin' world right
now.  This little stud LOVES you!

You whisper: " Wanna order a pizza, son?"  "Yes, sir" I answer, as if
responding to an order.

I get up to find the cordless.  You turn off the TV.