Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2005 21:03:33 -0600
From: oso blanco <blancoso@gmail.com>
Subject: Back Room Daddy

My heart was racing.  I'd been in bars before, and I was sure no
stranger to sex with men, but this place was in uncharted territory.
I'd heard about it from two of my gay friends.  This was my third
visit.

The first time I was there, anticipation and apprehension slugged it
out in my head.  See, not only was this bar gay, but it had a back
room where, my buddies claimed, all sorts of stuff went on.  I sat at
the bar and watched people go in and out, but was too skittish and
left before checking it out.

On my second visit, I actually went to have a look.  There wasn't much
to look at, at least at first, because the place was really dark.
Once my eyes adjusted I could make out silhouettes, but little more.
To know who somebody was I had to see them come through the door and
then track their movements.  I guess a lot of men had seen me come in,
because I was soon being groped by several guys.  The trouble was, I
had no idea what kind of guys.  That made me very edgy because the
bar's clientele was gay, but very mixed.  In particular, a lot of the
customers looked really heavy duty, like serious leathermen and a lot
of bikers.

I left before anything could happen.  I had a lot more thinking to do
about this place.

Now, after a couple of weeks, I was back again.  My mom was out of
town visiting one of my sisters, and my dad was at work trying to get
some fancy software to work.  I didn't expect to see him any time
soon.  When a software guy tells you "just a minute" he probably means
something more like "maybe sometime this week, God willing."

With nobody else home, I felt more comfortable.  There would be no
explaining once I got home.  My dad wouldn't ask me why I was out so
late, and my mom wouldn't sniff my clothes and wonder where the smell
of cigarettes, and other smoking material, could possibly have come
from.

So there I sat at the bar, in the farthest, darkest corner, doing
surveillance on the doorway to the back room.  Even in the darkness
back there, some features would be big enough to recognize.  So I
waited for some hot daddies I might recognize by their build or by
something they wore, like biker caps or stainless steel jewelry.  It
was tough.  What really turned me on was the suburban daddy type, a
type not much given to exotic apparel.

I must have gone through at least four beers when a really hot looking
guy came in the bar.  "OOOooh, Daddy!" I thought.  He looked out of
place, dressed in 'business casual,' but his clothes fit him really
well and hinted at a very nice mainstream body, muscular and fit,
neither scrawny nor corpulent.  He was nice and fuzzy too; the light
from behind him created a halo around his arms and neck.  He was
groomed pretty conservatively with fairly short dirty blond hair and
no facial hair except for his sideburns.  They caught my attention
immediately because they had a decidedly reddish color.  My nimble
young mind quickly put together the reddish sideburns and the halo of
body hair and formed a number of hypotheses regarding the rest of his
body hair, especially in his crotch and maybe even deep in his crack.
I was aching to research the matter.

I watched as the guy strode in and took up a position at the other end
of the bar.  Lucky for me, that end, near the cash register, was about
the best lit area in the place.  He was hot.  He lived up to all my
expectations except one: his face was largely concealed by the
sunglasses he still wore.  They were the mirrored kind, the kind cops
wear.

My cock surged to even more painful stiffness when I thought
'cop-daddy!'

The guy ordered two beers.  I squirmed with lust as I watched him
finish them off.  Lucky for me, and my cramped equipment, he downed
them really fast.  Then he got up, looked around, and headed for the
back room.

I joined him in there a few nanoseconds later.

I thought maybe I was being just a bit overeager, but I wasn't
overeager enough: by the time I plunged through the doorway to
blackness, the guy was out of sight.  I slid inside and leaned against
the wall while my eyes struggled to adjust.  They never adjusted
enough.  I made my way through the room carefully and systemmatically,
twice, but still couldn't find the guy.

I gave up, but I didn't leave.  Seeing that guy had me so aroused
there's no way I could be seen in public until I drained my balls
thoroughly.  The pressure in them was making me crazy, crazy enough to
fish out my straining member to see what might happen.

What happened is that I immediately bumped into a pair of middle aged
daddies, probably suburban daddies, given their clothes.  They were
just starting in on each other, and when they saw me with my cock
sticking out, bobbing around like a mouth-seeking divining rod, they
pulled me right into the action.  The shorter one dropped to the floor
and grabbed my cock as he started to lick it very delicately.  The
taller one bent down a little so he could kiss me.  Both of them felt
me up thoroughly, running their hands up my shirt, down my shirt, and
down under my jeans, which they had repositioned at mid thigh.

They were good.  They were hot.  They were good and hot.  I reached
down and fisted the tall guy's cock.  I stroked Shorty's head with my
other hand at first, but soon moved it to the tall guy's balls.
Shorty didn't mind, because he was intimately involved with my own
cock and balls.  And with my tight young hole: he had a couple of
fingers up there, probing around, stretching me every which way, and
flirting with my prostate, which must have felt like a pulsating rock,
I was so excited.

Shorty was so hot he couldn't control himself and his enthusiastic,
even frantic, sucking and prostate massage had my balls exploding in
no time.  I could feel his tongue swishing the hot, thick cum I
blasted all around in his mouth.  Meanwhile, the tall guy had gotten
so excited I was afraid he might lick my tonsils off.

In spite of a truly massive and spectacular orgasm that felt like it
would keep my balls dry for a week, I was still very hot.  I knelt
down and opened my mouth wide to see what would happen.

Both men pulled their jeans halfway down and presented me their
drooling, eager cocks.  Both were beautiful, in almost opposite ways.
The cocks matched their owners.  Shorty's was a bit shorter than
average and very thick.  It stuck straight out from his groin like a
theater marquee.  The tall guy's cock was more elegant and
streamlined.  His thickness was about average but he was long, at
least seven inches, maybe more.  Once I saw his cock, I started to
call the tall guy "Stretch" in my mind.

I went back and forth teasing their cocks by licking them with
fluttery, delicate laps all over.  Shorty quickly started oozing
precum, lots of it.  As I licked it up I got excited and was soon
trying to get him into my mouth.  It was a stretch because of his
thickness, especially his oversized glans, but I was highly motivated.

Before long I had recalibrated my mouth and jaws, so after taking a
few deep breaths and psyching myself up, I was able to go all the way
down on him until my nose dug into his pubic hair.  I took a deep
breath.  He smelled great, mostly of ivory soap, but with a noticeable
richness from his sweaty maleness.

As I sucked him, he moaned and groaned with deeply appreciative
enthusiasm.  We got along well, I would say.  His cock was very
responsive, twitching and throbbing as I worked.  I could even feel
the blood kind of swishing around deep inside it.

I almost lost him, but backed off just in time and shifted my
attention to his balls to give his body a chance to step back a bit
from the brink of orgasm.  His balls were a treat.  They were quite
large and hung in a sack whose skin was both ample and tender.  The
hair on them was sparse so I could clearly see each ball individually
as they swam up and down, trying decide whether it was time to climb
up close to his cock for orgasm.

The scent of his balls was different from his crotch, but just as
inspiring.  I sucked them gently into my mouth and tongued them until
he moaned constantly.  I took the skin of his sack between my teeth
and bit at it gently, and not so gently.  I pulled his balls down
tight in his sack until the skin was shiny red and his big testicles
stood out prominently and vulnerably.  I held him that way and licked
all over them with light, teasing strokes that drove Shorty's nuts
nuts.

All this stimulation made Shorty sweat, and that released yet another
sexy, musky fragrance from further below.  I tongued my way from his
balls almost to his tail bone, lavishing extra attention on his tight,
furry hole.  After my tongue got busy, that hole seemed a lot less
tight.

I slowly worked my way back and sucked Shorty deep into my mouth
again.  I loved his cock, so my mouth and tongue were all over it as I
sucked and sucked, anticipating a big hot load of daddy pudding.
Shorty was ready to accommodate me, but Stretch finally got impatient.
He put a hand on my head and gently pulled me off Shorty's thick
throbber.  Shorty sighed, but acquiesced.  He watched with lascivious
fascination as Stretch gradually fed me his cock.  He had the whole
thing in my mouth, and down my throat, on the very first plunge.  His
cock was perfect for deep throating in this position because it curved
down instead of up.

Stretch was as tasty and gratifying in his own way as Shorty.  He was
much more alert to the dangers of premature orgasm and pushed my
forehead back each time he got too close.  When that got too frequent,
I moved down to work his nuts like I did Shorty's.

I didn't quite make it.  Shorty tapped my shoulder and directed my
attention to a new guy standing beside him.  I couldn't really make
out his face, but his cock and balls looked very friendly.  And he was
holding Shorty's hand, so they must be friends of some sort.

The new guy grabbed the base of his cock and wagged it at me
enticingly.  I bit.  Actually I didn't bite, that's not very nice, but
I did suck with great gusto.  He leaked tasty precum like crazy.  I
love that.  I loved everything about the guy, his cock, his balls, his
furry crack, his scents, everything.

I grabbed his asscheeks to steady myself and he sighed and crouched
down a little to open them up.  He sighed even more when I worked my
fingers deep into his crack and right over his tender hole.  It was
very sensitive; he jumped when my fingers first grazed it, but he
sighed the second time.  I pulled off his cock just long enough to wet
my fingers.  His ass lips were tight and resisted at first, but as I
continued to press against them, they gradually yielded.  They seemed
to kiss my fingers as they slowly slid through.  The guy must be a
truly excellent fuck, both tight and accommodating.

Shorty and Stretch were fisting each other's cocks, watching us
intently.  They seemed content to enjoy the show, so I escalated my
sucking and probing until the new guy was quivering with rutty
excitement.  He didn't try to push my head away this time, but gladly
accepted my attentions as I slowly pushed him closer and closer to
orgasm.  I was impressed by how we made it last.

I felt the guy tensing up to shoot, but instead of shooting
immediately, the guy's tension built and built.  He trembled.  His
cock dripped tasty precum like a faucet.  His cockhead had swollen
well beyond its orginal size, so swollen it felt almost as hard as the
shaft of his cock.  I slowed down my suck job and held his cockhead in
my mouth as I flattened my tongue against its underside and moved it
only very subtly.  I wanted him to focus all his attention on my
tongue.  He continued to tremble and tense up as I kept my tongue
right on his hot button, barely moving, and gradually tightened my
grip on his balls.

After an ecstatic moment that seemed to encompass eternity, I heard
him gasp, felt his body convulse, and tasted a big, thick load of hot
cum as he spewed powerfully in my mouth.  I had to swallow some of it,
but saved a decent mouthful to share.

I looked up, he looked down, and I saw light glint off his glasses.
Sunglasses.  Mirrored sunglasses like cops like.  Before I could
scramble to my feet he melted back into the crowd.  I fed some of his
load to Shorty and Stretch, who did their best to console me.  They
were good and the hot sunglasses guy gradually retreated from the
spotlight of my mind.

I had such a great time with the two daddies that we were still at it
when Mr. Sunglasses showed up again.  I was standing there as Stretch
sucked me, so I got a better look this time.  The guy was even hotter
than I thought, and he was now bare-chested, showing off an abundance
of hair on his chest and stomach.

He stood facing me right next to Stretch.  My eyes were riveted to his
crotch as he undid his pants and slid them down.  I was beside myself.
Besides being very handsome, the guy was nearly a dead ringer for my
dad!  I felt spooked, but not as spooked as turned on.  I reached out
and rubbed "Daddy's" fuzzy ass.  He responded by moving closer, turning
around, and bending over to show me the rear view of his stuff.  It
was very good stuff, and got me very excited in spite of being spooked
by the closeness of his resemblance to my dad.

But now he was facing the other way, so the resemblance to my dad
didn't bother me so much.  In fact, it now excited me so much that I
had to push Stretch away from my throbbing cock before I lost my load.
I now had other plans for it.

I squatted down to inspect "Daddy's" hairy ass.  It was beautiful,
full and muscular, nice and furry, a rich musky scent in spite of the
ivory soap, and a hole that winked at me.  I was touched and gave it a
big kiss, followed my a determined effort to wiggle my tongue through
those ass lips, right up inside him.

"Ooohh," he moaned as his ass lips finally yielded so my tongue could
slide inside him.  I was too excited for subtlety and immediately gave
him an energetic tongue fucking.  His hole really loosened up then.
So did my reservations and inhibitions.  I was going to fuck him but
good, never mind that it seemed dirty and incestuous because "Daddy"
looked so much like my real dad.  I knew I'd be fantasizing about my
dad while I fucked this hot daddy, but that would just have to be OK.

I stood up and let him suck my cock a little, partly to get it wet and
slick, and partly so he'd have a clear mental image of what would soon
be spreading the insides of his hairy daddyass wide open.  After a
minute, Daddy stood, turned, and bent over into position once more.  I
wasted no time getting into position behind him.  I grabbed my cock
and pressed it into Daddy Man's furry crack.  I was oozing precum like
crazy, so when my cockhead nosed against Daddy's hole, it slid right
in once I gave it a little push.

Daddy gasped, so I stood still as soon as my fat cockhead cleared his
sphincter.  I could feel my precum flowing into him.  When I felt him
relax, I moved my cock in and out a little, slowly, so he had a chance
to get used to me.  A couple of times I pulled all the way out before
thrusting back inside, to be sure I got plenty of lube on his ass lips
as well as inside him.

Things felt pretty damned good before I was even halfway inside him.
My cock was gliding effortlessly thanks to all my precum, and I had
zeroed in on Daddy's prostate, so he was getting even more excited
than I was.  It was time I took the training wheels off.

I fucked him harder now, not roughly, but not holding back either.  On
every stroke, I probed a little deeper, taking several strokes before
I was in all the way and felt my balls bumping against Daddy's fuzzy
bottom.

Now that I had Daddy's insides completely lubed up for me, I started
some very serious fucking that had Daddy moaning and groaning
constantly, begging me to pork him deeper, harder, faster.  You know
the drill.  I was getting noisy too, panting and groaning as I fucked
hard.  At the end of every stroke I pressed in as hard as I could and
ground my hips against Daddy's hot bottom.

We attracted an audience.  Stretch and Shorty jumped into the action
before somebody else did.  Shorty got down and started to give Daddy a
mind blowing blow job, while Stretch got behind me and shoved his cock
deep before I knew what hit me.  It winded me at first, but it felt
really good.  Whatever lube he used must have been superb.  I'd have
to ask him about it.

Daddy and I worked hard to restrain ourselves so we could fuck longer
before we shot.  We met limited success.  With Stretch porking me
expertly with his long, unusually curved cock, and Shorty doing his
best to suck Daddy's balls out along with his jizz, there was only so
long it could last.  Somehow we held out until all four of us were
edging real close to the brink.  We were so close we whimpered.  I was
so excited I couldn't even think.  I don't even know which of us
started it, but we had an orgasmic chain reaction so explosive that we
collapsed in a heap afterwards.

There was a brief sputter of applause, followed by numerous jets of
thick, hot fluid splattering all over us.  We weren't the only ones to
enjoy deeply satisfying orgasms.

I studied Daddy's hot body one last time before we got up.  I had
gotten so excited and athletic that I left claw marks on Daddy's
beautifully sculpted body.  They'd show too, if he had his shirt off.
They were clustered around his waistline.  I remembered holding his
ass real tight much of the time, so I could fuck him harder.  I must
have dug my fingers into him pretty seriously.

I settled back down to lick at the fuzz that trailed down Daddy's
neck.  I whispered to him what a great fuck he was and he whispered
back that I was too.  I was debating whether I dared give him my phone
number, when he got up and melted back into the crowd once more.

I wound my way systematically through the back room, but never found
him.  I ran to the men's room, but he wasn't there either.  Nor was he
out in the bar.  He was gone, gone like a fleeting dream.  Maybe not
quite, I still had vivid memories of the time we had.

There was no point in staying.  More sex would be a let down after
what we just had.  I got home early and was surprised to see my dad's
car there already.  He must have had great luck with the computer.  He
was rarely back this early.  When I went to my room to get undressed,
I heard the shower.  Dad must be in there.

My balls were thoroughly drained, but I still had an irresistible
compulsion to station myself where I could get a good look at Dad as
he came out of the shower.  Was I ever lucky!  He'd left the bathroom
door wide open.  If I sat on the bed and waited, I'd be able to watch
his naked body while he dried off!  I'd only been able to do that a
few times before, but each time etched itself forever in my memories.

A moment after I got settled, I heard the water stop, then saw Dad
open the shower and stand there naked while some of the water dripped
off him.  When he noticed me, he looked up and gave me a big smile.
We chatted while he dried off.  My favorite part was when he turned
and bent over with one leg on the floor and the other on the toilet
seat, so he could dry his ass.  For the first time ever I got to see
right into his crack all the way to his puffy pink hole.  Did it ever
stand out!  I would have creamed my jeans instantly if I hadn't been
so thoroughly drained.

Dad surprised me again after toweling off.  He didn't bother getting
dressed.  He was completely naked when we went out to the kitchen to
have a beer.  He smiled.  He looked me over.  He obviously knew I was
looking him over, but I couldn't help it: he was too handsome.

"You've become quite a man, son," he said.  His gaze was focused on my
crotch which was now very full.  "As long as the women are gone, why
don't you get comfortable too?"

"You mean take off my clothes?" I asked, still somewhat shocked.

"Yeah, you know, compare.  I always wanted to, but it was hard with
your mother and sister around, even if they weren't actually home.  I
was always afraid they'd pop in by surprise and we'd have a lot of
explaining to do."

I wasn't keen on being naked, it had never been my thing, but I
figured if I didn't get naked, Dad might get dressed.  As I started
undressing, I noticed that Dad's cock had swelled up considerably.  As
I watched, unable to look away, it continued swelling until it was
stiff as a board and pointing up his stomach.  Dad smiled and winked
when he saw me staring.  I shot a massive boner too.  There was no way
to hide, so I went for pride.  I strutted my stuff proudly as I undid
my pants and stepped out of them.

Dad's smile took on an air of mischief.  "Come on, son," he said, "We
need to stand up real close to compare these not so little guys."

I swallowed hard and stepped up to him, so close I could feel his body
heat.  I wanted to sink into the lush, slightly reddish fur on his
chest and stomach, but right now the agenda was cock.  I shuddered
when Dad held my hard cock up to his.  We were almost identical down
there.  But after the comparison, he didn't let go.  He held our cocks
belly to belly and made little thrusts that got me excited enough to
drip, just like Dad.

"I've heard some things, son," he said, still stroking my cock with
his.  "I think we ought to have a good heart to heart talk while we
have the chance."  The way he squeezed me suggested an anatomical goal
several inches lower than the heart.

He must have heard something, I thought.  Then I remembered a couple
of suburban daddies I'd run into a month or so ago.  I remembered that
they had pocket protectors and lots of pens.  I remembered overhearing
their whispered tech talk as I sucked them off.

Pieces fell together in my head so hard I thought Dad might hear them.
He just stood there patiently, smiling.  My head raced.  Then it hit
me that I'd just seen the pocket protector duo: Stretch and Shorty.
And I remembered seeing them before someplace else, someplace very
else: Dad's office!

Dad's smile morphed to a quizzical, concerned look when I scanned down
his body and stopped at his waist.

"Could you turn around a minute?" I asked Dad.  He shrugged but
complied, and there they were: the scratch marks, exactly where I had
left them in the back room.