Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 16:42:24 +0100
From: Johnny Fisher <alternaterealidad@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Hotter than Summer - Chapter 3

I got back from handball camp a week ago. Not much happened after that
sex-filled party, just a heavy focus on learning as many new skills as
possible and I definitely felt like I had achieved a lot. All of my
roommates in the cabin commented on how much I had improved and when I went
back to playing at school, I couldn't help but feel like a star; they
really were terrible compared to me, and it wasn't long before I dropped
out of that team and was signed to play for the county.

I wasn't too sure how Mike felt about that, since he was the one who had
got me into handball in the first place. I also felt bad as I hadn't really
spoken to him since I returned, but I'd been way too busy climbing up the
social ladder!

The first game back after camp we played Guy's team again, and whilst I was
admiring his defined but tender body in the changing rooms, he let me know
about an upcoming party.

'Yeah, it's Friday night at 7, but I think you can just turn up
whenever. I'll be there, so if you don't know anyone come find me. It'd be
awesome if you went haha!'

'I hope I can make it, I just got to check with my parents.' I replied.

'Sweet. Well you don't need to let me know or anything, just turn up.' He
said, although we exchanged numbers anyway in case I couldn't find him.

Arriving home, I saw my dad wasn't home.

'It's half 9, where's dad?' I asked my mum. But she simply shrugged her
shoulders and said he mentioned he might have to stay at work later. I
thought nothing of it and decided I would get changed into my pyjamas and
then ask mum if I could attend the party.

After giving her the address and numerous phone numbers (which I just made
up), she agreed, and told me I deserve to have fun, since it gets harder
when you get older.

I laughed inside my head at how she had blatantly lied to me - all you can
smell in their room now is sex. It actually gets difficult to breathe in
there at times, and whenever my dad pulls me in for a hug, his cum-soaked
t-shirt makes me wet, in more ways than one.

During a free period in school, I decided to text Luke, who I shared a
cabin with at handball camp, to see if he could come down for the party. It
was a gamble, as he lived about 70 miles away, but I thought he might be
interested, especially after his escapades at the beach party at camp.

When I got home, I spent around an hour getting ready. After my lack of
pussy at the last party, I wanted as much as possible, and so I put gel in
my hair and stuck it up slightly, whilst also wearing some tight skinny
jeans and a chequered shirt. When I was washing my face and applying
numerous handfuls of face cream, I received a text from Luke:

'Sorry mate, I don't have any money for the train. Maybe next time? In the
summer?'

I would be lying if I said I was not disappointed, but to be fair it was
very last minute and my hopes were not too high anyway. My main fear now
was that I was going to a party alone where I would only know one person,
who I didn't even know that well anyway. We had had maybe three
conversations in total, one of them being when he was as drunk as a sailor.

I approached the large house with apprehension, butterflies fluttering
around in my stomach, but like the party at camp, everyone was already too
hammered to notice my arrival.

My practice in small talk had gone to waste as an attractive brunette who I
believed to be called Jenna, offered me a drink. The mixture of alcohol and
cringe worthy flirting made me realize I was in, and before long we were
making out in the kitchen.

I had had little experience of kissing girls, but it just seemed to come
naturally, and as our tongues danced, I felt her hand grab mine and we
snuck away to one of the many bedrooms upstairs.

As I pulled out of the kiss to take in my surroundings, I noticed that
everyone seemed to be paired up, and a few people were even kissing
three-way .  She pushed me down onto one of the beds and I just went with
it, trying to enjoy myself as much as possible. I moved onto her gorgeous
tits and began to suck on her sweet nipples.  She wrapped her hands around
my jeans and began to pull them off. More than happy I obliged, and before
long I was on top of her completely naked. It didn't take a genius to know
what would happen next, but we had no protection, so I jumped off the bed
and before long I found a whole stash in the drawer.

Whilst I was looking however, the door crashed open and in walked Guy,
half-naked, with a topless girl around his waist. It was the same girl -
Katie - from camp, who had got with both Guy and Luke in the same night. As
Guy's juicy lips wrapped around her areola, like a baby breast-feeding, I
felt just as jealous of her as I did before. He pushed her down onto the
bed and without even acknowledging me, grabbed a condom, slipped down both
his denim jeans and tight red boxers, and he was in.

My attention returned to Jenna as she grabbed my stiff uncut meat and began
to jack me off. The odd thing was, it was not the hand job that made me
jizz like there was no tomorrow; it was Guy standing in front of me,
impaling Katie with his long and thin cut penis. Sweat ran down his
attractive torso as he sped up and he and I both ejaculated in time, which
in a weird way, I felt united us. I then looked down and noticed that Katie
and Jenna had begun to make out with each other, whilst Guy looked at me
and cried, with a beautiful grin on his face, 'Orgy!'

I didn't know how to react as his wet naked splendour of a body came
towards me and his strong muscly arms grabbed mine. I was pulled closer to
him, and felt his soft mouth lightly kiss my neck. I should end the story
here; because I am quite sure I died and went to heaven!

I felt his stiff rod jab into my belly-button, and I had never felt hornier
in my life, despite having seen my sexy father cum all over my mother. Just
as my eyes met his piercing emerald glare, and his lips moved closer to
mine, the screech of a loudhailer, the flash of blue and white and the
sound of people running up and down the stairs assaulted my senses, and
within a flash Guy, Katie and Charlotte had all fled the room. Meanwhile, I
stood there, still feeling the warm sweat of Guy's body on me, and the
thrumming beat of his heart against mine.

Then reality hit me like a brick, and I managed to pull on my jeans and
throw Guy's black leather jacket over my naked being as I, too, sprinted
down the stairs and out the back door.

Despite my closest ever encounter with a night in jail, the adrenaline rush
compared to nothing and as I collapsed from exhaustion in a street 8 or 9
blocks away, I had never felt more alive.

I staggered into a small but vibrant diner, to find a couple of familiar
faces there. They all seemed to have converged in as well hidden a place as
possible, and my lack of clothes and beetroot face made it clear to them
that I had also just come from the party - come definitely being the
appropriate word considering how Guy had made me feel!

As I caught my breath back, and ordered a glass of water, I looked up, and
for the second time of the day, I could not believe what was
happening. There sat my father, in a baseball cap and loose t-shirt, with
some thin blonde woman, whose face I could not see.

I knew I had to get out as soon as possible, and luckily within a few
minutes I managed to sneak way, unseen by him. As I walked down the street,
trying to work out how to get home, a million situations played out in my
head. I decided that I would not mention anything and wait and see what he
said what he came home.

After finding a street that looked vaguely familiar, and following it for a
good 20 minutes, I managed to find my home, and as I quietly walked in, I
heard the sounds of my dad snoring upstairs.

Maybe I was overreacting, but I couldn't understand why he could have an
affair. Just a couple of months ago, he and mum were literally
inseparable. My biggest fear was that mum would find out, and although I
felt that it was my duty to tell her, I wanted to make sure my suspicions
were correct.

*****************

I made a regular habit of staying up late whilst pretending to sleep to
hear my dad come in at 1 or 2 o clock in the morning, but from the sexual
noises he and my mother then made in their bedroom, I had nothing to go on
that he was cheating.

After monitoring his behaviour for about a month, I noticed that he
generally 'had to work later' on Tuesdays, and so after I got home from
school one Tuesday, I went out again and headed towards dad's work, around
the time he usually finished.

I hovered around opposite the door where he usually came out, and every
time I saw a figure about to open the door, I kneeled behind a wall and
looked to see who it was. About an hour later, my father appeared, and
unusually, he turned away from the route he should normally take, and
walked into town. I used my excellent stalking skills (remember I perved on
Guy getting some at the camp?) to follow him and try to work out what he
was doing. He then made his way to the same diner that I had seen him in a
month ago, and there, sitting in the window, was that blonde woman. As he
entered, she greeted him with a long kiss, and it was then that I realized
that my father was seeing someone else. There was no doubt about it.

I began to turn for home, disgusted at his behaviour. But then I decided to
consider what happens after his weekly meal with his mistress.

I hung around the diner on the opposite street corner for about 45 minutes,
before I saw him call for the bill and get up to leave. They both then
proceeded to walk hand in hand, down the road, to a large apartment
building, where he gave her a second passionate kiss, this time to say
goodbye.

As he turned towards me, I sprinted home, and sat in my bed and waited for
the familiar sound of him stumbling in the door at an ungodly hour.

Then, again, the same moans and groans from their bedroom demonstrated to
me that he was giving my mum the time of her life. Even though my dad's
manly roars turned me on completely, I felt sick at the way he was
acting. How could he do this to mum? I cried myself to sleep, hoping for
anything but a divorce. Whilst I knew I had to tell mum, I hated the fact
that he was not man enough to tell her himself.

***************

As I had been spying on my dad, my own life had taken quite an interesting
turn. Despite having a wank over what he did to me every night, I had heard
nothing from Guy, and the handball season had ended, so I didn't see him
either. A few times I thought of texting him, but as I wrote out the text,
I cringed and predicted his reaction, and decided not to pester him. He
hadn't even asked f or his jacket back, which made it quite clear that he
was avoiding me.  Meanwhile, Luke had pestered me to come and stay and
after a prolonged correspondence, we decided upon a weekend when he could
come down for a short time.

I was really looking forward to seeing him, especially since he had just
been on holiday to Tunisia - he would be golden!

When I greeted him at the train station, he met me with a beaming smile and
a rather extended hug, which felt very personal. He had grown his hair a
little long, and now his medium-brown bangs fell just above his eyes, going
off perfectly to the left. His tan was perfection, and I mistook my envy of
it for attraction, as all I wanted to do was kiss his perfect face.

He wore his package-revealing tight jeans, and as expected, he got many
winks from similar aged girls as we walked back to my house. It cheered me
quite a lot when he just ignored any onlookers, as if he belonged to me.

I wasn't sure how much to tell Luke about what had been going on at
home. At the time, I was not certain that my dad was having an affair, but
I thought it might be important to let him know about the regularity of
their fuck sessions.

'So, if you hear anything that sounds quite odd, at night, well, yeah, I
think you can guess what is happening...' I awkwardly revealed, as we both
sat on my bed.

'Right. Well that's cool. The same thing happens in my house; just it's me
that's making the noises and not my parents! Haha!' He laughed.

Full mast, within seconds. Do hot people know the effect they have on
others?

After staying up to watch some action movies, on both Friday and Saturday,
we went to bed early, and the whole weekend was fairly uneventful; we spent
most of our time playing sports or hanging out in town.

However on the Sunday night, my parents decided to go at it a bit early. In
fact, Luke and I were both in the bathroom brushing our teeth, when my
mother's cries began.

'Ahahaha that's gross!' Luke cringed.

I laughed with him and we were both clearly trying to ignore the
situation. But it got much louder, and my dad was literally chanting as I
could hear his large, meaty cock slamming into my mother.

'That's actually kind of hot' Luke then said, with nervousness in his
voice.

I realized that this was probably my only opportunity to have a
conversation with someone about how turned on my dad made me, and I thought
that I'd have to just go for it.

'Sometimes, I...sometimes I watch them.' I offered, and Luke at first
looked horrified.

'Well, that is kind of weird. I would never watch my parents. But to be
fair, your dad is like some kind of sex animal' He replied, laughing.

Luke then went back to brushing his teeth, as if we'd just conversed about
the football score or something.

I took a risk.

'Wanna watch?' I asked him, observing his facial reaction to see if I'd
crossed a line.

'Sure. I'm feeling pretty horny so why not?'

I couldn't believe this was happening. To top it off, Luke was looking hot
as ever, wearing only boxers, and as we crept into the en-suite bathroom
and peeked into their room, I could clearly make out his chunky but long
penis. 7 inches I guessed.

'Fuck. Your dad is amazing! How did they only have one kid?!' Luke
whispered.

It made me laugh, and as I watched my dad rhythmically grind himself inside
my mother, I did wonder why they stopped after me.

'Fuck, this is too hot.' Luke whispered, adjusting himself.

I saw a flash of flesh as I watched him, and as I moved my eyes back up his
tanned skin and brown nipples, I caught him looking straight back at me.

It was almost instant. I lowered my hand to his groin and began to rub his
dick through his light blue boxers. He let out a long sigh and lent his
head back. I looked up, and saw a look of complete pleasure on his perfect
face. I then pulled back the elastic and his beautiful 7 inch (correctly
guessed) cock revealed itself to me. It was just as tanned as his skin!

My trembling hand lowered to it and the moment I made contact, sparks flew
between us. I didn't have time to stop and consider what was actually
happening. All I knew was that the sexual tension between us was
incomparable and after only two or three gentle strokes of his soft penis,
cum was flowing down my hands. As I watched him climax, my own cock stirred
and caused a large and obvious wet patch in my pants. Our eyes met, and I
wanted nothing more than to kiss him, however I realized my dad was about
to enter the bathroom.

Clearly being sportsmen paid off as Luke and I literally sprinted back into
my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed, full of both relief and ecstasy.

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Hi readers!

Sorry this chapter has taken months to write but I've had lots of work to
deal with - expect more regular chapters from now on!

I really hope everyone is enjoying the story and I would love to hear your
comments. Please email me at alternaterealidad@hotmail.co.uk. As I have
previously said, I am not 100% decided how this story will progress so
please send any suggestions or criticisms - they are my motivation!
Thanks!