Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1998 15:01:25 PST
From: Dave A <davead20@hotmail.com>
Subject: To Dad, With Lust

"To Dad, With Lust"
by Dave A

If you're ever down on Wall Street in the early morning, maybe you've seen
me on my way to work.  I don't think you'd guess that behind my boyish good
looks--the freshly-shaven face, the wire-rim glasses, the lock of black
hair falling over my forehead--lies a mind that glories in the most
forbidden fantasies.  And you sure wouldn't suspect that the six-foot,
well-muscled frame beneath my dark suit and conservative tie goes wild
every night in the kind of sexual adventures that most guys can't even
dream of.

Let me start by telling you a little about myself.  My name's Dave, and I
grew up in New York City with my folks.  My dad's been a commodities trader
all my life--he started young, at 23, right after he got his MBA and got
married.  I was born the following year, and that was it: My parents wanted
to have time to do a good job raising me, and to work hard in their
careers.  Mom's very involved in work with the homeless.

I had a pretty nice childhood, growing up in a big old apartment on the
Upper East Side.  I went to public school through junior high, and then
switched to a boy's private high school in the neighborhood.  I was active
on the baseball team and every Saturday in good weather, when we'd play in
Central Park, Dad would sit on the sidelines and watch.  He's pretty much
of an athlete, not just in baseball but racquetball and basketball too, and
he liked to give me pointers about my game afterward.  I liked that
ritual--it was one of the ways I felt close to him.  Saturdays were always
our day; after the game was over, he'd sometimes throw me a few; or if the
team wasn't playing baseball, we might go to Dad's gym and play a game of
racquetball.  He taught me to be a pretty good sportsman.

Let me tell you a little about Dad; like I said, he's just 24 years older
than me, a big guy, 6'1 (I'm now 6' even myself), with dark hair (actually
now a little salt-and-pepper), bright blue eyes, and a classically handsome
face. He goes to the gym every day, so he's always in great
shape--well-built, but not stocky.  I'm glad to say I've pretty much
inherited his features, though I got my green eyes from my mom.

When I went to college I ended up choosing New York University, down in the
village.  I liked the idea of staying in the City but being on my own.  I
could see my folks a couple of times a month, but feel more like a
grown-up.  From the start I roomed with my buddy Alex from high school,
who'd also chosen NYU.  And I guess that's where my story really begins.

I'd never really thought too much about my attraction to Alex--I guess it
was too scary for me to acknowledge to myself, but throughout high school
I'd enjoyed looking at him whenever we were together, talking, hanging out,
or whatever.  To tell you the truth he looks a lot like Dad--also tall with
dark hair, but dark, dark eyes.  His hands always kind of got to me--those
fingers were so damn big--and I have to say I also liked checking out his
dick when we showered together after gym.  It was just so thick...I was
intrigued by it, though I never let myself dwell on it too long.  All the
same, I liked running my eyes down to what lay at the bottom of that thin
line of black hair that started between his pecs.

Neither of us were involved with any girls in high school, but that wasn't
too exceptional at our school, all-boys, and top-notch enough to keep us
really busy.  I guess I was glad about that--I wasn't over-eager to get
involved with some girl, though again, I didn't admit that to myself.  I
enjoyed my close camaraderie with Alex and that was that.

Like I said, we began rooming together freshman year.  This story's not
really about the two of us, so I won't go into the details, but suffice it
to say that after a few weeks of noticing how I ran my eyes over him
whenever he came back from the shower down the hall, Alex decided to take
matters into his own hands.  One morning, as he was toweling off, he really
started to play with himself.  I felt like I should pretend I wasn't really
noticing, but I couldn't help staring, and then Alex walked slowly over to
me and put my hand on his dick.  "I think you'd like to do this", he said.
I still remember those words.  Then he pulled me up from the bed I was
sitting on and started to kiss me.

We both skipped class that morning in the excitement of discovering another
guy's body for the first time, and we skipped dinner that night too.  After
that, we pretty much managed to contain ourselves until after dinner,
though Saturday and Sunday mornings we'd stay in bed together until
noon. It was the first time for both of us, though Alex told me that he'd
known he was attracted to me since we were both ninth graders; and we had a
blast.  No-one suspected a thing.  We were two hunky guys who spent time at
the gym, who played a mean racquetball game together, who were both
majoring in finance.  I guess people didn't think that guys like us might
be using only one of the narrow beds in our dorm room.

Things really took a heated turn the Spring semester of our freshman year.
I'd noticed that the NYU gym was full of hot-looking guys, but I never
thought of doing anything about it.  Again, it was Alex who took the lead
one afternoon in the big shower room of the gym after a racquetball game.
Another guy came in, I recognized him from the weight room.  He was a
red-head, with freckles and green eyes, and a wicked look in them as he
started to soap up his dick.  I started getting a tingling feeling in my
own cock and turned to face the wall to hide it, but when I looked over at
Alex next to me, I couldn't believe my eyes!  He was starting to openly
play with himself in full view of Red.  His next words gave me a boner,
too: "Why don't you come back with us to our room?"  The three of us turned
off the water and quickly toweled off; I think we all had a problem hiding
our hard-ons in our towels, but, as it was the middle of a weekday
afternoon, the gym was pretty quiet, and no-one spotted us.  After we'd all
gotten dressed, we headed back to our room and had a wild time.  Wow!  Red
was our first threesome and we kind of got addicted.  We were always
discrete, but we made our way through quite a few of the NYU gym's pickings
that Spring.  I'd always enjoyed getting my ass plowed by Alex, but being
able to chow down on another guy's butthole while getting fucked by my
dark-haired pal was ecstasy for me.

Well, summer came--that summer four years ago when things heated up past a
point I'd never imagined.  And for that I owe a tremendous debt to Alex.

I'd moved home for the summer and Alex was a frequent visitor to our
apartment.  My parents had always known him but that summer Dad really took
a shine to him.  Dad knew about our racquetball games and also knew that
Alex always beat me.  "How about you and I going at it?", he asked Alex one
Saturday afternoon as we were shooting the breeze out on our terrace.  "I'm
always looking for a partner who's a challenge."  "Sure", Alex replied.
"How about now?"  Dad asked.  And the next thing I knew, Alex was heading
out the door to stop at home, get his gym clothes, and meet Dad at Dad's
gym.  "Feel like watching, sport?"  Dad asked.  Honestly, I didn't.  I'd
been hoping that Dad was going to join Mom, downtown doing some shopping,
and leave the place to me and Alex, and I was bummed that now the two of
them were going off.

Well, Dad came home that night pretty worn out, and beaten, I think, for
the first time in years.  "That Alex," Dad said without rancor, "he's
something."

The next day Alex and I were on for our own match.  Mom and Dad went out to
Connecticut and the two of us went crazy.  It was hard that summer, not
being able to make it every night like we were used to, and we made up for
lost time whenever we could.  We were all over each other that day,
culminating in my favorite position with Alex, lying on my back with him on
top of me and inside of me, his tongue in my mouth and his dick giving my
ass a real workout, while my own hands massaged his butt and a finger
occasionally investigated his own tight asshole.

We were entangled together on my bed afterward when he casually dropped the
bombshell: "You know, Dave, I think your Dad was checking me out in the
sauna after the game."

"What?"  I disentangled myself and sat up.

"Yeah," Alex continued, like it was no big deal, "I think the old man was
even chubbin' a little when I started playing with myself."

I was stunned.  "No way!  You weren't playing with yourself in front of my
Dad!"

"Hey, relax.  I just stroked myself a little now and then."  Then his voice
got a little more serious.  "But he really did eye me."

I was intrigued.  Like I said, Dad's a hunk.  But he was my Dad, so I'd
never let myself think about him sexually in a conscious way.  And being my
Dad made him straight, right?  I mean, he was a tough commodities trader,
and a serious athlete to boot.  How could he be eyeing Alex's dick?  To
tell you the truth, I didn't believe it, I wanted it to be true, and I was
scared it might be.

"I'm not joshing you, kiddo," Alex continued.  "And you know what?  I'm
gonna go for it."

When Dad came home that night I looked at him in a new way.  I guess I
should say that I let myself look at him in a way I'd wanted to for a long
while, but hadn't let myself.  I noticed the black hair on his arms, the
way his muscles bulged through the polo shirt he was wearing.  I noticed
the stubble on his face.  When he turned around I noticed how well his firm
butt packed his chinos.  When he sat down on the couch opposite me after
dinner while Mom cleaned up in the kitchen, I quickly--my heart
racing--eyed his basket, looking for the shape of his dick, and his balls.
When he leaned over me to get the paper, I inhaled his scent.  I couldn't
believe this.  I was getting hot for my Dad!

"Alex wants to know if you'll play a rematch next week."

Dad smiled.  He paused.  "Sure," he said, and then he smiled again.  "Tell
him we're on."

Well, after a long wait, Saturday finally came, and that afternoon Dad was
off to the gym.  Alex assured me he'd let me know what--if
anything--happened.  This time, I noticed, Dad didn't ask me to come.  I
remember staying home, watching the U.S. Open with Mom, when Dad came back
a couple of hours later.

 "Man, your friend is something," he said.  "I lost again!"  Nothing seemed
out of the ordinary with Dad.  Was Alex making this up?  I excused myself
and went to my room to call Alex.

"Hey, dude," Alex said, lazily, "your Dad likes to play with my dick as
much as you do."

I couldn't believe it!

"Yeah," he continued.  "We had the sauna to ourselves again, and I couldn't
help it--I got a boner, what with your old man staring at me, and he just
reached over and started playing with it."

I was getting a boner myself.  My Dad?  Wow!

"Some old geyser walked in on us, but he didn't see what we'd been up to,"
Alex was saying, but I interrupted him.

"Alex?"  I said, hesitantly.  "Please don't think I'm weird, but--"

"Hey, Dave, I think I know what you're gonna say, and I think it's pretty
hot."

"What?"

"You know, you making it with your old man."

I was so relieved.  Alex didn't think I was sick.  But then, it made
sense. Alex had a great sexual imagination: He was the one who'd gotten the
two of us going, and gotten us into threesomes.  Could he help me pull this
off?

We got together the next afternoon at his folks' place.  They'd just headed
out of the country with Alex's little sister, so Alex was on his own for
the next three weeks.  We talked while we played around.

"So here's the plan, Dave," Alex said, one hand fingering my butthole,
another rubbing my nipples, his tongue in my ear.  That afternoon I was
extra horny, and for the first time ever when I made love with Alex, I was
fantasizing about someone else.  My Dad.

That next week was agonizing.  Every night at dinner I tried not to look at
Dad, I felt embarrassed around Mom.  I'd tried to avoid thinking what Alex
had told me, about how my Dad had stroked Alex's fat dick while he shoved
his finger up his ass.  How Dad had spurted all over Alex almost the minute
Alex touched him.  Most of all I tried not to think about my own desires,
because the minute I did, my boner tented in my pants. Finally the next
weekend rolled around, way too slow for my taste, but also too fast.  I was
scared of crossing the bridge into ultimate taboo, but I also really wanted
to.

"Well, sport, I'm off to play with your friend," Dad said, as he left the
apartment, a little jauntily.  I waited about 30 minutes, and then made my
own way to the gym.  When I got past the front desk, I walked to the
racquetball court and carefully peeked inside.  Not a sign of them!  Was I
too late?  Alex had told me that they'd get to the sauna after the game.
What had happened?

My heart racing, both with anticipation and with nervousness, I raced to
the locker room.  It was pretty deserted.  Saturday afternoons in New York
in the summer, it's like that at the gym.  I saw my Dad's sneakers on top
of his locker, and recognized Alex's on top of the locker next to his.  I
quickly undressed, wrapped a towel around my waist, and stealthily headed
for the sauna.  As I approached the door, another guy came out of the
shower and headed for the sauna ahead of me.  Damn!  Just my luck!  I
headed for the shower instead and prayed for the guy to get the hell out.
I stood under the water for what seemed an eternity, thinking about what
might follow, hoping the other guy would leave.  Finally I heard another
shower nozzle turn on. I looked over, praying, and sure enough it was the
other guy, back from the sauna.

I didn't want to appear too rushed--that would be suspicious.  And I wanted
to give my Dad and Alex some time, as Alex and I had planned.  Finally,
after standing under the spray a little longer, I turned it off and headed
to the sauna.  My heart was thudding in my chest.  When I got to the door I
reminded myself to be very careful.  I knew that unless you open that door
very carefully, it squeaks.  That squeak, Alex told me, had saved him and
my Dad from being discovered the week before.  Now I had to avoid making a
sound as I entered the sauna where I hoped my biggest fantasy might come
true.

Wow!  There was Alex, sitting with his muscular legs, covered with black
hair, spread apart.  And there was my Dad, bending with his head between
Alex's legs, sucking on Alex's dick!  Dad's right hand was massaging his
own hard dick.  I popped a boner right on the spot.  I wanted Dad!

Alex saw me, of course, and broke into a grin.  With his left hand, he
guided my Dad off his cock, and as Dad sat up, he caught sight of me.  He
was, clearly, speechless.

"Well, guys, I've got some errands to run," Alex said.  He got up, his big
dick still hard, dripping pre-cum.  "In case you want some privacy," he
said to my Dad, "my house keys are in your sneakers," That Alex!  What a
friend!  He wanted my first time with Dad to be just the two of us.  "I'll
be home in a few hours, in case you want some company later."  With that,
he was gone.

Now Dad and I stood facing each other.  Although we'd been naked together
plenty of times before in the locker room or shower, it had never been like
this.  His dick was standing straight up, rock-hard, as was mine.  We
looked at each other.  Then he stepped forward, and ran his hand along the
length of my cock.  I felt my knees grow weak.

"Should we do this, Dave?"

I couldn't believe my bold response: "You already started, Dad, and like
you always taught me, don't start something you don't intend to finish."
My hand shaking, I reached out and placed my hand on his chest.  Wow!  The
feel of those massive pecs was so hot.

"Let's get out of here," Dad said in a low, caressing voice I'd never heard
him use before.  "I don't want any interruptions."

With that, we headed out to the shower, our towels unable to conceal our
stiff dicks.  Luckily, no-one was around to notice, and I think we both ran
the water cold to calm down a little.  Then we went to get dressed
together.  What an experience--being able to openly eye my Dad's body while
he eyed mine, knowing that before long we'd be together.  Dad stopped at
the payphone on the way out and dialed our home number.  When Mom got on
the phone, Dad's words gave me a boner all over again:

"Hey, honey, listen, Dave met me at the gym for a game and we ran into a
buddy from work.  If it's o.k. with you, we're gonna head downtown with him
for a couple of hours.  Yeah, he got a new car he wants to show us...o.k.,
see you later?"  Then he turned to me: "Well, that bought us three or four
hours."

I felt positively wicked. As we walked out of the gym, I said, "You told me
never to lie, Dad."

"Dave."  He looked at me, with a gleam in his eye.  "Rules are made to be
broken."  We got into a taxi to ride up to Alex's folks' place--I don't
think either of us wanted to wait the five minutes that the walk would
take.  In the taxi, we sat close, our bare legs rubbing against each other,
our fingers occasionally brushing against each other.  Whenever it happened
we'd look at each other and smile, our eyes devouring each other.

As soon as we were inside the apartment we undressed.  There was my Dad,
the 43-year old stud, naked, built, sporting a gorgeous boner, standing in
front of me, waiting to take me in his arms.

As I pulled off my shorts, he grabbed my rigid dick and pulled me toward
him.  I felt his hot breath on my face and then his lips against mine.  His
tongue pressed its way into my mouth as his hands roamed over my body.  I
was delirious!  I was ready to come from the feel of his unshaven skin
against my face, and when he reached down to caress my dick, I had to push
his hand away.  I wanted this to last.

We made our way into Alex's room and lay down on the bed.  This was heaven.
We lay facing each other, our mouths together, our hands all over each
other, as Dad muttered to me:

"Oh, Dave, yeah, you hot stud...I can't believe we're doing this...yeah,
son, stroke your Dad's balls."  It was like every single taboo had been
made only for the pleasure of being broken.  "Did you ever think of doing
this before?"  I said, with a devilish look.

"Dave..." Dad seemed a little embarrassed.  "I sure thought I had a hot
son, but...I never let myself think I could do anything about it, or that
you'd want to."  He kissed me again.  "This is too good to be true."

Knowing that I'd been the secret object of my Dad's fantasies turned me on
more than I thought possible.  I got into a sixty-nine then and went down
on my Dad, enjoying the feeling of choking on his rigid hard-on.  The
feeling of his mouth on my dick at the same time, his hot breath against my
balls, is indescribable.  I went further, to Dad's ass-crack, my personal
ultimate turn-on, and felt Dad start to lick under my balls.  His hand
reached down to stroke my cock and I likewise began to stroke his, as I
began investigating his butthole with my mouth.  His scent, clean from the
shower but somehow also a little sweaty, was driving me wild.  I took my
hand off his dick and parted his asscheeks, feeling him do the same to me.
Looking at his tight butthole, knowing it was mine to eat, was almost too
much.  As I dove in with my tongue, savoring the musky taste, I felt Dad's
tongue start to explore my own ass.  That was all I needed--I shot.  But
this was going to be a sex session unlike any previous one.  My boner was
still completely stiff and I wanted Dad even more.  Dad sat up and rolled
me on my back.

"Dave, I feel like I should take my time, but I want you so bad...we'll
have all the time we want in the future."  He grinned.  I pulled him down
on me, grinding my tongue into his mouth.  After a few minutes, he sat up
again, looming over me as I lay on my back.

"Any lube here?"  He asked.  I knew Alex kept some in his drawer but I
didn't want that.  I just looked Dad in the eye, and he knew what to do.
He cleared his throat and some slick saliva dripped down onto my asshole.
He cleared his throat again and slicked up his dick.  The veins were
standing out, it was so stiff.  Then, on his knees in front of me, he began
to enter my butthole.  I couldn't believe my own Dad was about to plow my
ass, and the excitement let me take him almost with ease; I enjoyed the
burning feeling as I relaxed to let his stiff cock invade my asshole.  Then
he was in, and as he began to build up a rhythm, he grabbed my dick with
one hand and began to pump it, as his other hand played with my balls.  The
sweat dripped off of him onto my body.  I pulled Dad toward me, my hands
roaming all over his firm, round butt, and began licking the salty sweat
off his chest.

"Oh, yeah, I'm gonna come.  I'm gonna come inside my own son's ass."  Then
he pressed his lips against mine, and his tongue entered my mouth again.  I
felt Dad tense up and then I felt the hot spurts inside of me.  My own Dad
fucking me.  I couldn't believe it.  His hand was still on my dick, and I
came again.  Then Dad collapsed on top of me, with sweat and cum slicking
up our bodies.  We lay like that for a long time, just enjoying the feel of
each other's breath, skin, and heartbeat.

Well, that was the start of an amazing life for me.  We ended up leaving
the apartment before Alex came home, and from that day on, Dad's been the
only man for me.  We had an amazing few months running circles around
Mom. I hate to say it, but I think it made our sex even hotter to know we
were putting one over on her.  I know that the times when she was out for a
few hours and we made love on my parents' bed were extra-special to me, and
I saw a randy gleam in Dad's eyes, too.

At the end of my sophomore year, Dad and Mom split up.  Dad told her that
it wasn't for another woman, he just needed a fresh start. True enough. She
was pretty bitter, but has gotten over it; in fact, she recently
re-married.  Dad moved into an apartment midway between NYU and the
financial district, and guess who became his roommate!  Mom said that she
was glad I could give my Dad some support; she doesn't suspect a thing to
this day.

After I graduated, I joined my Dad as a commodities trader.  We're quite a
pair.  It's a tough business, but we keep each other going.  And after a
hard day's work, and a tough workout at the gym, there's nothing we enjoy
better than going home, getting naked, and fucking our brains out. And you
know what?  The temperature between us hasn't gone down at all.  Even
today, eating out my Dad's ass is all I need to shoot my load.


addendum: I want to thank everyone who has written in, telling me that you
enjoyed my story and sharing your own experiences and fantasies.  It was
exciting but also a little scary to submit this; finding out that my own
experiences are a turn-on for many readers is pretty hot for me!

I'd just like to add that my birthday was this past Sunday and Dad and I
had an amazing celebration.  For about an hour-and-a-half, I lay on my back
with my legs in the air, over dad's shoulders, while he exquisitely fucked
my asshole.  He took his time, going in slowly, just a little; then backing
out and ramming me; then slowly inching his way in, savoring every
millimeter; and then just teasing the opening of my pucker with his
dickhead.  I didn't know what to expect next and the sensations were
overwhelming.  Dave