Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2015 14:35:27 -0400
From: Christian LeGault <sabinereigar@gmail.com>
Subject: And Neighbor Makes Three

I always thought my dad was a pretty cool dad. However, he went to the top
of the cool chart when I came home from college classes a little early one
day.

I attended the local college and my class schedule was different every day,
but having a car made it easy to get to class whatever day and time
schedule I had to keep.

One Friday, one of my professors let us go early, and I drove home and went
in the back door to the kitchen and saw my dad standing at the sink with a
shocked look on his face when he saw me walk in.

I saw him with a spoon in his hand and and this grey cylindrical thing
laying on the counter next to the sink. I asked him what he was doing, and
being the dad that he was, just said he was "making a toy".

I picked it up and looked at it with a weird look on my face I'm sure, and
noticed it was a hollowed out banana. There was a small dish of banana pulp
also setting close by, and I asked him what the hell kind of toy he was
making.

He bluntly said "a jack-off toy".

Huh??

What made this "toy" look even stranger was that it was wrapped in grey
duct tape and open at each end.

What my dad had done for several months since my mom moved to the west
coast from Michigan (divorce) was discover a way to get a good blow job
with the help of a banana.
He finds a big banana, cuts off each end to leave about 5-6 inches left,
and then wraps duct tape tightly around the middle of the body of the
banana. He then takes a teaspoon and gently removes the pulp without
breaking the skin and puts it in a bowl for me because he knows I love
bananas. When the fruit is hollowed out as well as he can, he wraps it up
in cellophane and saves it for when he wants to use it.

I asked him to show me what he does with it. I had an idea, but this was a
way of getting my dad to do something sexually in front of me.

So I went in the bedroom and laid down and he stopped in the bathroom. I
heard the faucet running, and he came into the bedroom and laid down next
to me. He had run hot water inside the fruit to get it even more slippery
and give it some warmth. Then he jacked his cock for a few minutes, and
when he was hard (he was about 7 inches cut) he slid his cock inside the
banana and started working it back and forth.

It sounds crazy, but I was instantly hard myself watching my hairy-chested
dad sliding his "toy" up and down while playing with his nipples.

He started to coo and moan and he had his eyes shut.

Then from my mouth I said "I have an even better idea."

I told him to take a short break, and when he slid the banana off his
rock-hard cock, I lowered my head and took his dick deep into my throat. He
pulled back and gave me a dirty look, and I told him to relax, it was just
a blow job. I put his cock back in my mouth and took almost all of it down
where my nose was smelling his bush and I reached stuck out my tongue and
licked his balls.

He kept saying "fuck, fuck oh fuck" and that told me I was the one in
charge now. He said "You've done this before I can tell."   LOL

I said "Yes I have, many times."

"Anyone I know?" he asked.

"Bob," I said

"Next door Bob?" he asked.

"Uh huh."

Bob lived right next door and was retired, about 65 years old and always
mowed his yard with no shirt on, giving everyone a glimpse at his
gorgeously-hairy chest and tummy. His shorts were never baggy, but tight
enough to leave nothing to the imagination.

About 10 minutes into dad's blow job, a voice yelled in the back door --
"Chet, you in here?"

"Back in my bedroom Bob...come on back."

I could hear him walking down the hall and then saw him appear at the
bedroom door, me with dad's dick buried in my face.

"Holy fuck!" Bob said. "Chet, am I really seeing what I am seeing?"

"Take your clothes off and join us," dad said.

Bob was quickly naked and climbed up on the bed, making a snug threesome. I
reached back without missing a lick on dad to grab Bob's hardening cock,
and I switched positions, kneeling between my dad's legs with my ass in the
air.

Bob walked to dad's night stand and got some lube. Hmmm, he knew right
where it was, that excited me. Had he and dad had sex before?

Bob lubed up his dick and gently pressed it against my rosebud, going
slowly to enter my ass and soon he was pumping away.

Dad down my throat and Bob up my ass. Pretty soon dad increased his
pumping, and I took my mouth off him just as he fired off 3 or 4 big ropes
of cum all over my face. Bob pulled out after a brief go at my ass, walked
around and added to the cum mess. Dad sat up, grabbed the back of my head
and kissed me, taking in both his and Bob's cum. What dad left, Bob licked
clean.

Man, I hoped this summer was going to last forever.

There was one mutual friend of theirs who I hoped was part of their little
secret world, and that was dad's co-worker Clint. He was in his 50s with a
biker build and a thick black beard. When I mentioned his name, dad said
"Oh, you'd like Clint's dick, son."

I guess my dad was a big ole horny middle-aged sex machine, and I wasn't
complaining.