Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2006 09:02:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: namdc@yahoo.com
Subject: Dad On the Hideaway Part 2

The following day, when I got up early with my dad, he had already made
up the hideaway and the couch was back to it's normal state. I made him
some coffee, and we chatted a while before he went off to work.
"Dad," I said " you should take a few days off to help you get back on
your feet."
"Wish I could, John, but it's been so busy at work, you wouldn't
believe it. Yesterday, I sold three Mustang's to three sets of parents,
for their kids, for Chrissake! Today'll probably be busier!" He gulped
down some coffee, and said "Well, time for the three esses !" He had
been using that expression for as long as I could remember; it made me
chuckle. He came over to my side of the table "I'll be alright, son."
he said, and patted me on the shoulder before going into the bathroom. I
sat at the table, looking at the newspaper, but thinking about the night
before.
I felt really weird about it. On the one hand, he was my Dad, and I had
nothing but love and respect for him. On the other hand, hearing him jack
off on the other side of the wall from me was a total turn on. I had
never thought of my Dad sexually before. Was this wrong ? I asked myself.
Well, no, I said to myself. All men jerk off, and it wasn't like I came
on to him or anything. We were in two different rooms. We've probably
beat off at the same together, when I was living at home, but we never
knew it. This wasn't a big deal. I just liked the idea that my dad was
pumping his hard cock while I was pumping my own. It felt like we were
have a male bonding experience.
I decided to just forget about it. What happened, happened, and my
worrying about it wouldn't change anything. Besides, Dad was none the
wiser, so there was no harm done. Actually, something like this had
happened once before, when I was 15. I was taking a shower, beating my
meat, when my dad came in the bathroom to tell me that he and Brenda were
going out to dinner. I stood still, holding my throbbing cock in my fist.
I said `OK,', and he left. It took about three strokes for me to have
an explosive orgasm. Thinking about that started to get me hard in my
boxer shorts.
Dad came out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his waist. I dropped
the newspaper into my lap, so he wouldn't be able to see my cock getting
hard through the glass-top table. He came into the kitchen, picked up his
coffee mug, and tilted his head back to get the last drink. When he did
that, the towel came loose from his waist, and slid down. He coughed,
tried to reach the towel with the hand that had the mug in it, which made
the towel come completely off.
"Oh, sorry son! I guess the towel doesn't fit too good!" We both
laughed at that.
I got a good look at his crotch when that happened. His dick was
definitely bigger than mine, and he had really large balls. Soft, his
cock looked to be about 4 inches long, and his nuts looked like two
apricots inside a sock. I was now completely hard.
"Don't worry about it, Dad," I said, trying to sound casual
"remember, it's just us guys now!" I laughed, and, to make him feel
more at ease, I added "You don't have to worry about a stupid towel."
"Alright, then" he said "I gotta go get dressed," and he went into
the bedroom to get his clothes. I took a good look at his ass - just the
kind I liked. Full, round, and firm. When he returned, he laid the towel
on the couch, and sat down, his hairy nakedness right in front of me. I
adjusted the paper in my lap, because my dick was throbbing hard, and
would have pushed the newspaper off my lap.
He looked so hot sitting there, with his salt-and-pepper chest hair
trailing down to his still-black pubes, his long brown cock resting on
his massive, hairy ball sack. I tried not to stare, because I didn't
want him to catch me, but it was hard not to. I was so turned on by the
sight, I could feel the precum oozing out of my hard on. I wasn't
thinking about him as my dad now, I was thinking of him as a sex object.
The `show' ended pretty quickly. In swift, sure movements, he had his
jockeys and t-shirt on, followed by his pants and shirt, then his tie and
jacket.
"Alright John," he said as he was getting ready to leave, "have a good
day. I'll most likely be home late."
"Okay, Dad, don't work too hard."
He was out the door, and I was alone.
I immediately went to my bedroom, and laid down on the messy linens. I
pulled my boxers off, and started stroking my cock, thinking about how
big my dad's dick was, and imagining what it would look like at full
mast. My entire shaft was covered in precum, which was coming out of my
piss-slit like a geyser. It wasn't going to take me long to shoot my
load. I started fantasizing laying on the hideaway, asleep, with his dick
rock hard under the sheets. I imagined me going into the living room,
going over to the bed, and pulling down the sheets, exposing his monster
cock and balls. Then I would lean over, and get ready to take his dick in
my mouth . . .
POW! My orgasm ripped through my body. Every muscle trembled, my hips
were pounding into my fist, letting loose shot after shot of creamy cum.
The first shot came to rest on my head and face, some of it landing in my
open mouth. The next load landed on my chest. I pumped out three more
thick clots that rolled down my cock, all over my hand. God, that was
another incredible orgasm. Two times in a row, I blew the most intense
loads in my life.
That one really drained me. I grabbed my boxers from beside the bed,
cleaned myself up, then fell back to sleep.
I woke up again at noon. I had a few errands to run that day, so I got
out of bed, and went straight into the shower. The entire time I was in
there, all I could think about was my dad's cock. I remembered the way
the pubes curled in big loops over his meat, the way the head of his dick
was only slightly larger than the shaft, how big and plump his balls
were. Then I started imagining again what I could do with that monster.
It was absolutely the most gorgeous cock I had ever laid eyes on.
I was rock hard by the time I was done with my shower, but I didn't want
to beat off again. I wanted to wait until that evening, and see if I
could get off again while my dad pumped his meat. So, I willed my dick
down, got dressed, and went out to do my errands.
While I was running around town, I kept thinking about how I could get to
see my dad's cock when it was hard. I thought about getting up and going
to the kitchen when I heard him start jacking off, but he would probably
hide what he was doing before I could see anything. Besides, doing that
might make him stop, or only jack off when he took a shower. I also
thought that I could get up a little earlier than him, and see if I could
spot some morning wood. I didn't care too much for that idea, because
even if I did see anything, it would still be under the covers.
At about four o'clock, I was at the last place I needed to go to - Atlas
Video, to return the two movies I had rented the previous week. My friend
Chris was working the counter when I got there. The rest of the place was
empty. Chris was 35, very flamboyant, and very large. He was a really
good friend, and he gave me advise about men whenever I asked him. Seeing
him there, all by himself, gave me an idea.
"Hey, Chris!" I said.
"Johnny, my darling, how are you?" he said, then kissed me on the
cheek.
"Pretty good. Hey Chris, I need some help."
Chris's eyes lit up when I said that. "Oh, do tell, sweetheart. You
having man troubles?"
"Sort of," I decided that I would fudge the truth a little bit. I
wasn't going to tell him what was really going on.
"I've got this neighbor who's really sexy, but I'm pretty sure he's
straight. I'm trying to think of some way I can get into his pants."
"Oh, sweetheart, I know what you mean. I have the hottest neighbor, and
he's always flirting with me. I'd do him, except I'm pretty sure he
does crystal or something. Besides, his wife would come after me with a
knife this big," Chris held out his arm and pressed a finger to the
inside of his elbow.
"This one's not married. At least, he lives alone, I think." I had to
make this up as I went along!
"How old is he? Is he your age?"
"No, he's older. I'd say 40, 45."
"And still as hot as that? Well, I guess he must be, to get you all
worked up like that. Does he work out?" Chris's face had on it's
serious look, like he was thinking really hard.
"No, but he's got a really nice basket."
"Oh, that'll do, then. Okay, here's what I would use : liquor and
straight porn."
I wrinkled my nose at that. "Ew," I said "why can't I use gay porn?"
"Well, if he's straight, he's not going to be into man-on-man action,
now is he? Here," He walked back to the adult section of the store.
"These are hot right now with the breeders." He handed me two movies -
`Big Butt Sluts' and `The Devil Wears Nada'. I handed one back to
him.
"I'm not going to get `Big Butt Sluts'. I don't want to know if
he's into big assed women. What else you got?"
"I saw this one, it's pretty good. One of the guys has a huge uncut
dick." He handed me `Titanic Tits'.
"Okay, that'll work."
"Okay, sweetie, let me ring you up. Oh, what fun! I tell you, you get
him liquored up, and put this on, you'll get lucky. Even if all you get
is to watch him masturbate." Chris never said `jack off' or anything;
it was always `masturbate'. He said anything else made him feel cheap.
"One more thing, Chris," I said "can I borrow some of your liquor?"