Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2012 19:30:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Daddy <harddad40220@ymail.com>
Subject: Brian and His Son Daryl

Brian and His Son Daryl
by Alex
harddad40220@ymail.com

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Brian Coleman was more than happy to leave work that Friday. It had been a
rough week and he really needed the release provided at the gym. Ever since
he had started his workout program, he'd discovered that lifting weights
and running on the treadmill was enough to clear his mind, in addition to
helping him lose a few pounds. Brian was a tall, stocky guy who'd played
football in high school and, like many former jocks, had gone a bit soft in
his middle age. But the gym visits were helping to bring back the gorilla
frame of his youth.

At the gym he went through his usual routine: one circuit around the weight
room, 30 minutes on the treadmill, then another circuit of weights, and 20
more minutes on the elliptical. By the time he was done, the petty
grievances and persistent problems of the past week had melted away in a
bath of endorphins, and Brian was more than ready to hit the showers.

If the truth be told, this was another reason Brian was going to the gym so
often: the post-workout experience involved seeing lots of hot naked men.
Brian had never thought of himself as anything but straight, even
considering his teenage experimentation with his friend Wayne, but he had
to admit that he enjoyed the sights in the locker room.

Brian stripped out of his sweaty gym clothes and stuffed them in his
locker. Behind him, another middle-aged man did the same. Brian eyed the
man in his peripheral vision: a little taller, a little less heavyset,
closely cropped hair, goatee, and several tattoos. The man seemed to
undress quickly but then took his time gathering his toiletries for the
shower. Brian did the same until he couldn't delay any more, and was
pleased to notice that as he walked back to the showers, the man followed
him.

There were three shower areas in the gym: the main shower area, which was a
large white tile room with four showerheads on each of three walls. There
was a private shower area past that, with individual stalls and opaque
curtains. And then, around the corner, past the steam room, there was a
smaller group shower with only four showerheads. Hardly anyone used it.

Brian went to the main showers first and the man joined him, standing just
a few feet away at a showerhead on the same wall. Both men soaped their
bodies slowly and carefully, casting occasional glances at each other.
Brian noticed that the other man didn't have much body hair, which made his
tattoos stand out all the more. He also noticed that this guy was getting a
hard-on.

The tattooed man rinsed off, winked at Brian, and walked down the corridor
towards the smaller group shower. Brian was unsure how to respond. Was the
guy going to take another shower? Should he follow him? His heart was
racing and his own cock was stiffening.

He took a quick breath, held it, and felt his cock throb; then let all the
air out in a short burst. Fuck it. He'd go back there and see.

Brian grabbed his soap, shampoo and towel and walked down the corridor. A
couple of young men walked into the steam room as Brian passed. He thought
he saw one of them grab the other one's ass -- couldn't be sure ... was
everyone around here as horny as he was?

Finally he stood in the doorway of the smaller shower area. The tattooed
man had his back to him underneath a spray of steaming water. Brian gazed
at the man's muscled back, curved buttocks, and thick calves. He felt his
shaft swelling. Swallowing nervously, he set his toiletries on the wall
rack and stepped in.

The tattooed man turned to face him - and he was fully hard. Brian couldn't
tear his eyes away from the man's cock. It seemed to throb in invitation.
His own cock was now fully erect.

The man stepped forward and, as casually as shaking hands, reached out to
hold Brian's erection. Brian immediately did the same, stepping closer so
that their meaty chests and bellies were pressed together. He stared down
at this incredible sight between them: their two swollen erections gripped
firmly together, the most intimate thing Brian had seen in a long time.

He heard a strange sound underneath the sizzling water and the squeak of
their shower shoes on the tiles - and then he realized it was his own
breath, coming out in brief sensual sighs. The tattooed man leaned down and
brushed his lips against Brian's neck, sending shivers through the
middle-aged father's body, then said: "Want to suck it?"

Brian was instantly flooded with memories of Wayne - the two of them,
buzzed on stolen beers, sprawled out half-naked on the couch late one
summer night, when Wayne's semi-hard cock flopped out of his boxers. Brian
had giggled and stared, and Wayne's only response was: "Want to suck it?"
The boys ended up in a 69, flooding each others' throats with hot seed, and
as time went by they tried everything: sucking, rimming, even fucking.

Wayne & Brian stopped around the time the boys started dating girls; Wayne
went away to college and effectively closed the door on that chapter of
Brian's life. But Brian had never forgotten ... and now here he was with
this tall, burly, tattooed mature man, being offered something he'd wanted
for years ...

... and so Brian found himself on his knees, on the cold wet tile, slowly
taking the stranger's thick girth into his mouth.

The feeling of that man's meat between his lips, on his tongue, was
incredible. Brian could not stop shivering despite the steamy wet heat
enveloping him. He slid his hands up the man's thick, muscled legs, and
used his right hand to hold the man's shaft while moving his head back and
forth. It was all coming back to him ... just like he did with Wayne so
many years ago ...

He slid his left hand around to caress the man's ass. He remembered his
trick of taking the shaft as far as he could into his mouth, then sticking
out his tongue and licking the ball sack. He let the cock slide out until
just the spongy tip was between his lips, then looked up at the man to see
him looking right back at Brian with a strange paternal expression of pride
and lust. Brian closed his eyes and kept sucking.

"Boy, I'm gonna cum," the man murmured, and Brian cupped his ass with both
hands and plunged his face up and down on that delicious shaft. He wanted
that hot seed so bad ...

And then: a twitch, fingers knotted in Brian's wet hair, another twitch,
and then a warm jet across his tongue, and another, and another. Brian
grunted with pleasure as the man's cum slid down his throat.

He pulled away and looked up, and the man reached down to cup his chin in
his hand. A single bright pearl oozed out of his piss slit and Brian leaned
forward to lick it off.

"See you next week," said the tattooed man, helping Brian to his feet
before grabbing his towel, winking, and walking out of the showers.

* * * * * * *

Brian drove home in a daze. What had he just done? It was amazing. No, it
was awful. It was a culmination of fantasies suppressed for years! No, it
was an impulsive act gone awry. He couldn't make up his mind. At every red
light he chastised himself; when the light turned green he congratulated
himself.

When he pulled into the driveway he sat there for a moment after cutting
off the ignition, trying to collect his thoughts.

But then the front door to the house opened, and his son Daryl was waving
at him. Biting his lip, Brian got out and waved back.

Daryl already had dinner on the stove - chicken tortellini with homemade
tomato sauce. "God, this smells great, Daryl," said Brian before walking
down the hall and tossing his gym bag on his bed. "Can't wait!"

"Thanks Dad," Daryl replied with a grin. As his son turned to ladle the
pasta into bowls, Brian found his gaze dropping down to the boy's butt.
Wayne had been about this age when ... Brian put the thought out of his
head immediately and sat down at the dinner table.

Dinner was passed with idle talk about their days at work and school and
some discussion of weekend plans. Daryl asked if his friend Vince could
spend the night on Saturday; Brian said yes.

After dinner Brian cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen while Daryl went
to his room to play video games. As the hot water flowed across the dirty
dishes Brian was reminded of his shower encounter. He felt his cock push
out against his trousers. He knew he'd have to take care of this as soon as
he finished up the kitchen.

After putting the last dish in the dishwasher and wiping down the counters,
Brian adjusted the front of his pants and walked down the hall to his room,
closing and locking the door behind him. He stripped quickly and lay down
on the bed, stroking his hardness and even pulling at his nipples. He
imagined himself with tattoos, proudly showing off his hard cock at the
gym, even laying on a bench and letting different men take turns sucking
him: the tattooed man, of course, but also some of the college dudes at the
gym, a couple of the beefy bald instructors, and ... his son?

Brian felt himself tingle as he imagined his own son positioned beside him,
swirling his tongue over his father's glans, licking each drop of sweet
pre-cum as it emerged; then plunging down, taking the whole shaft into his
mouth and throat, stopping only long enough to say "I need your cum,
Daddy."

Brian imagined himself sitting at his desk at work, his son hidden
underneath, between his legs, fishing his erection out of his pants and
servicing him while Brian made phone calls and met with clients.

Brian imagined himself in the woods, completely naked, Daryl too, making
out fiercely, rolling around in the dirt, sucking each other, fucking,
while other men walked by and nodded or masturbated or took pictures ...

"Oh FUCK!" Brian yelled as he shot cum in the air - the hardest, most
powerful orgasm he'd had in years. He continued to grunt and spasm as jet
after jet of hot sperm came out, covering his hand, shaft and balls.

"You OK, Dad?"

Brian felt horrified. His son was outside the door. How much had he heard?
Had Brian said Daryl's name aloud? Oh shit!

"Fine, son, uh ... just stubbed my toe."

"All right, klutzo. I'm gonna have a shower and watch a little TV before
bed."

Brian waited a few moments to see if Daryl would say anything else; then,
satisfied that his son was gone, he stood up and looked at himself in his
mirror. His semi-hard cock was dripping with cum. He again felt both
disgusted and elated, staring at his sordid self, going over that fantasy
over and over ... and then suddenly remembering that Daryl was in the
shower.

He threw on a thin bathrobe, unlocked his door, and peered into the
hall. He couldn't hear the shower. But just then Daryl's door opened and
his son walked out completely naked.

"Oh, hey Dad! Whoops," Daryl said, blushing and fast-walking past Brian
towards the bathroom. "Sorry!"

The door closed and Brian heard the shower start. Why did Daryl apologize?
he wondered. Then he made a decision.

He went down the hall and opened the bathroom door. The shower was on but
Daryl wasn't in it - he was standing in front of the toilet, pissing a
solid stream into the bowl.

"Whoa, Dad!" Daryl said.

"Sorry!" Brian said by instinct and nearly shut the door before he
remembered his decision.

"No, wait," Brian said more firmly, re-opening the door. "That's what I
wanted to say. No need to be sorry. We're both guys here. It's nothing I
haven't seen before."

He noticed that Daryl just kept on pissing, his hips jutting forward at a
saucy angle, his thin fingers holding the base of his cock.

"In fact, son, I don't really care if you walk around naked." There. He
said it. And?

"Cool Dad!" said Daryl. He finished pissing and shook the last few drops
off his dick. Was he getting hard? Brian couldn't tell. Daryl reached to
flush the toilet but Brian said "Wait! I have to go."

He opened his robe, revealing his sticky cock to his son, and stepped
forward to the toilet. As he started pissing, he glanced at Daryl, and
noticed that his son was staring at his cock. Could he tell that it was
covered in cum?

"Thought you were getting in the shower, son," Brian murmured in a soft,
deep voice.

"Well, I don't want to be in there when you flush," Daryl replied.

Father and son, half-naked and completely naked, stood together by the
toilet. Both of them stared down at Brian's penis until he finished and
shook off the final drops. Daryl pushed the toilet handle and grinned up at
his father.

"Shower time, right?" said Brian weakly.

Daryl nodded, not breaking eye contact. "Yep ..." He held Brian's gaze for
another moment, then two, before finally slashing the shower curtain aside
and climbing into the tub.

Brian walked out of the bathroom, dazed.

* * * * * * *

The next day Daryl was up and out of the house before Brian even woke
up. He spent half an hour masturbating fiercely, bringing himself to the
edge and then pulling at his nipples and fingering his ass while his orgasm
slowly retreated. When he finally did cum, he shot thick ropes of sperm up
to his chest and shoulders, something he hadn't done since college.

He got up and put on his bathrobe, but then, remembering what he had told
Daryl the night before, took it off and cast it aside so he could walk
naked through the house. He did stop in the bathroom to wipe the cum off
his torso with a warm washcloth, and he put on some flip-flops, but that
was his only concession to propriety.

Brian made some coffee and grabbed a banana, then headed to the couch to
read the paper and watch TV. It felt good to spread out naked, letting his
cock and balls hang out and not worry about Daryl or anyone else seeing
him. Brian decided that he should have done this a long time ago.

Around 11 AM he heard Daryl came in the front door. Brian flinched at
first, then relaxed & remembered his decision. His son walked into the
living room, did a double take, then laughed.

"Wow Dad, I guess you were serious!"

"I sure was," Brian said, trying to be casual.

"You still gonna be like that when Vince comes over?"

Uh oh. Brian adopted an expression of casual concern. "Maybe, if Vince is
OK with it."

"Ha, are you kidding? Vince will think it's awesome."

"Really? What makes you say that?"

Now it was Daryl's turn to look uncomfortable. "Well, uh ... I guess I
never told you this, but ... Vince is kind of a nudist."

Brian took a breath before replying. "What do you mean, son?"

"Well, you know ... at his house he hardly wears anything."

"What do his parents say?"

Daryl chuckled. "Not much. They've kind of given up on yelling at him about
it."

"So when you spend the night over there, Vince is usually naked?"

"Well, sometimes. Or he'll just have on a t-shirt, or just some really
small underwear."

Brian considered this for a moment. "And what do YOU wear, Daryl?"

His son actually blushed. "Uh ... I just do whatever Vince does."

"So you guys sleep naked together?"

"Dad! It's not like that!"

Brian smiled up at his son. "OK, OK, don't worry about it. You guys can do
whatever you want. I'll have a robe on until you two decide otherwise."

"Cool. Thanks Dad."

"You're welcome."

* * * * * * *

When Vince and Daryl came in later that night, Brian was wearing nothing
but his bathrobe and flip-flops, as promised. While Brian ordered pizza,
the boys had a whispered conference in the hallway, then as soon as Brian
hung up the phone they came into the kitchen to face him.

"Vince is cool with it, Dad," Daryl announced.

"With what?"

"You know. Our new rule."

"Oh! Ha ha, OK! Well then ..."

The three of them stared at each other for an awkward moment.

"Yeah, well, my parents are real uptight about it," said Vince, a slender
boy with tousled black hair and a mischievous grin. "But I'm glad you're
cool with it. I'd go naked all the time if I could."

"All right then," said Brian, loosening his robe and letting it fall
open. He noticed that both Vince and Daryl immediately looked down at his
cock. "I'm going to go hang up my robe, and you boys can do whatever you
like."

Brian walked out of the kitchen. He heard the boys high-five each other
behind him.

When he walked back out into the living room he saw Vince and Daryl
sprawled out on the couch and easy chair, completely naked. He admired
Vince's tufts of emo-skater hair, his soft belly, and his languid cock
nestled in his lap like a baby bird. Brian marveled at the fact that, just
a few days ago, he never would have considered touching another man's body,
let alone fantasizing about his son's - and now here he was, naked in front
of two naked boys.

Brian sat on the couch next to Daryl and watched a baseball game with them
for a little bit. He stole several glances at Vince and caught the boy
looking at him a few times as well. They played this little game of secret
looks for a while until Brian had no idea what the score was. Then the
doorbell rang.

"Shit, it's the pizza," said Brian. "I better put my robe on."

"Where's the money? I got this," said Vince.

"Oh, it's over there on the counter."

Vince hopped off the easy chair, grabbed the bills, and headed toward the
front door.

"Oh my god!" giggled Daryl. Both he and Brian got to their feet and peered
around the corner. Brian was very aware of his nude son standing right next
to him, shoulder to shoulder, with Daryl's hand on Brian's lower back, as
they leaned over to watch.

Vince opened the door and called out a cheerful greeting to the pizza
delivery person. Neither Brian nor Daryl could see the driver, but they did
see Vince hand over the money in exchange for the pizza box. Vince waved
goodbye and shut the door, then walked toward them laughing hysterically.

"Oh man! That guy's eyes about fell out of his head!"

"What did he say?" Daryl wanted to know.

"Nothing! He was just too surprised!"

Brian wondered if the man was surprised, repelled, or maybe even turned on.

They divvied up the pizza and started eating. The baseball game finished
up, so Daryl grabbed the remote and flipped through channels.

"Good pizza," burped Vince.

"Hey, let's watch this," said Daryl as he finished his last slice.

It was an erotic thriller, typical for late-night cable, except the first
half was mostly thriller and the second half was mostly erotic. Out of the
corner of his eye, Brian saw both Vince and Daryl casually adjust their
cocks repeatedly, until Vince was openly playing with himself.

Brian couldn't handle it any more and excused himself before he also
started to get hard. He went straight back to his bedroom and shut the
door, then laid on his bed and began masturbating for what seemed like the
hundredth time in the past few days. He could still hear the erotic movie's
soundtrack through the closed door.

As he stroked himself, his imagination raced off in a million different
directions. What if they just walked into his room and saw him? What if
they joined him? What if he walked out there and caught the boys fooling
around? What if he joined them? What if the boys just went to Daryl's room
and went straight to sleep? What if Brian was completely misreading the
situation? What if Vince was just an exhibitionist, nothing more? Or what
if the boys were already lovers and had been for some time? Brian tried to
remember how long Vince and Daryl had been friends. A year? Two? That was
it: two. They had met two years ago in school when they rode the same bus
together. Had they been lovers since then? Or was it recent? Or maybe not
at all?

In the other room the end of the movie was signaled with loud orchestral
music. Seconds later the music was cut off, and shortly after that Brian
heard the boys walk into Daryl's room and shut the door. He was dying to
check on them & see what they were up to. But he decided to let them alone
... this time. Brian brought himself to messy climax while imagining the
boys sucking his nipples and playing with this cock, then fell into a deep
sleep.

* * * * * * *

Groggy and cottonmouthed, Brian kicked off the sheets and stumbled down the
hall to the restroom. He drained himself into the toilet, still only half
awake, and managed to get a few drops on his fingertips. Without thinking
he licked them off and the taste woke him up fully. Not bad. A little
sweet, a little salty. He made a mental note - he'd delved so deeply into
perversions lately, what was one more to try?

Grinning to himself, he went back down the hall and nearly passed Daryl's
room before turning back and gently twisting the doorknob. As he cracked
the door the unmistakable scent of boy sex hit his nostrils and he felt his
cock twitch in response. He peeked through the crack to see the golden
morning light illuminating two intertwined nude bodies.

Brian left the door cracked and went to fix breakfast for everyone. The
scent of bacon, eggs and coffee brought Daryl and Vince out to the kitchen,
still stark naked, rubbing their eyes and yawning.

"Morning boys," Brian said cheerfully. "Sleep well last night?"

"Yeah," said Daryl.

"Not really," said Vince.

Brian pretended not to notice.

After breakfast Vince collected his clothes and said his goodbyes. Daryl
dared Vince to walk back to his house in the nude but Brian put his foot
down. They both saw Vince to the door (although neither Brian nor Daryl
stood in the doorway where neighbors could see them) and returned to the
breakfast table.

"So, what did you guys do after the movie last night?" Brian said.

Daryl immediately blushed. "You know, nothin'. Goofed off."

"All right. Well, the grass needs to be cut today, you know. Got any
homework?"

"Ugh, I forgot about the lawn. And no, no homework this weekend."

Brian allowed the mundanities of domestic life to overtake the conversation
for the time being.

Later that afternoon, after Daryl had cut the grass and showered, Brian
called him into his bedroom. Both of them were still naked. Brian was
laying back on the bed and Daryl stood beside him. Brian cleared his
throat, unsure of how to begin, and then decided to just jump in headfirst.

"I know what you guys were doing last night," Brian said.

"Aw, Dad!" said Daryl, blushing again.

"Well, it wasn't a secret. Your room smelled like sex this morning. And
Vince was practically jerking off when I got up to go to bed."

Daryl wouldn't make eye contact. He crossed his arms in front of his
chest. "So what? You said it was OK. And I bet you jerked off when you got
in bed."

"Look, son, don't get defensive. Yeah, I did jerk off, and you're right,
that was all OK. I'm just saying, you don't have to hide that from me."

Daryl gave him a look of disbelief. "Hide what?"

Brian sat up. "Don't play stupid. You guys were having sex. That's
fine. Lots of young people play around and experiment with each other. It
doesn't mean you're gay. I mean, maybe you are and maybe you're
aren't. It's not a big deal."

Daryl appeared to consider this. "Did you do it?"

Brian hesitated, then sighed.

"When I was a kid? Yeah. With my friend Wayne."

"Whoa, Dad, you did?"

"Yeah. Don't look so shocked. You didn't invent that stuff."

"I mean ... what did you guys ... you know ..."

"Probably a lot of the same things you and Vince do. You know, we ... put
it in our mouths and ... and our buttholes ..."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah." Brian noticed the look of awe that Daryl was giving him. "Wait, you
and Vince don't do that?"

"We do. I mean ... we, you know, suck each other, but ... not in our
butts!"

"Oh." Now it was Daryl's turn to blush. "Oh. Yeah, well, we did that. And a
lot of other things too."

"Like what?"

There was no turning back now. A sharp erotic thrill shot up Brian's spine
as he noticed Daryl's cock getting hard. He felt his own shaft uncoiling
and expanding in his lap like a snake.

"We ... we had anal sex. Both of us, with each other. And we also
... licked each other."

"Licked what?"

"Well son ... one way to get yourself ready for, you know, anal sex, is to
... lick the other person's, uh ..."

"You licked each other's asses?"

Daryl was now openly tugging at his hard cock. Brian swallowed, took a
breath, and started stroking himself too.

"Yeah, it fucking felt good," Brian heard himself say, in a deep voice
unlike his own.

"Fuck yeah," murmured Daryl. Then they both knew what would happen next.

"Want me to show you?"

"Oh god, Dad ... yes."