Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 22:25:29 -0000
From: John Venn <john@jvenn.freeserve.co.uk>
Subject: Dad's best Friend - Part 4

This fictional story contains scenes of consensual father/son sex. If this
offends you or is illegal where you live, don't read further!

Dad's Best Friend

Part IV

by

Alexander

Once I had got use to Tim being around, and accepted him as Dad's friend I
was able to relax a bit with him. I didn't like him very much at first,
especially as Dad and I had something very special going between us, and
naively thought that Dad messed about only with me. After having spent last
night together though, things changed. I suppose that becoming sexually
aware and active the way I did, with my father teaching me all I knew I
foolishly thought that we were the only two in the world that 'played
games' the way we did. It came as a terrible shock at first to find Dad and
Tim 'messing about', as I told you in Part 2 of my story, but once I had
joined in their games I felt a lot better.

Over breakfast on Saturday Dad and Tim told me that they were going out for
a drink together and would prefer to go by themselves, although I could go
with them if I really wanted. Thinking about it for a few minutes I came to
the conclusion that Tim and Dad were friends and just like me and my
friends, wanted some time alone together. Saying that I didn't mind at all,
(provided that they brought me a present back), I told Dad that I would
tidy the house up while they were out.

Chatting to Tim whilst Dad was getting ready I asked him what his son Peter
was like.

"Well, as I told you, he's eleven years old. He's quite a big lad for his
age, not much smaller than you in fact. He's got black curly hair and likes
playing football and computer games. We get on very well together I think,
and we like to go fishing together most week-ends if we can."

"Is that when you 'mess about'?" I asked, surprised at my boldness.

"Yeah!" Tim grinned," We take a little pup tent and take time out of our
fishing to enjoy ourselves. We've only started doing it fairly recently and
so far you and your Dad are the only ones that know. And I'd like to keep
it that way," he added seriously.

"Yeah. Just like me and Dad I guess," I agreed.

"That's right - just like you and your Old Man. Look, I've got a picture of
him." and so saying he took a snapshot out of his wallet and handed it to
me.

The boy was beautiful! Just as his Dad had said, he was about my height and
was superbly built with the body of an athlete. I stared at the photograph,
trying to imagine what he would look like naked, and what sort of games he
and his Dad played. Slightly uncomfortably feeling that I was getting a
hard-on, I wriggled about in my seat a bit and slid my hand down inside my
trouser waist band to adjust the somewhat painful position of my prick.

Tim, noticing what I was doing smiled and said "Yeah. He is good looking
isn't he?"

"Yeah, he looks all right," I replied, feeling a bit embarrassed at being
caught out.

A wicked idea was beginning to form in my mind. "Can I borrow this while
you and Dad are out?" I asked, "I'd like to scan it and put it on my
computer if you don't mind."

"Yeah, of course you can if you want, give it back to me later."

Soon after that Tim and Dad went out in Tim's car, Dad saying that they
would be back at about three o'clock. "And behave yourself whilst I'm out!"
he added unnecessarily.

"OK. If I'm a good boy ........" I replied evilly, the implication obvious
to Dad, but not to Tim I hoped.

"We'll see." Dad winked at me.

I spent the next hour or so playing with my computer and Dad's scanner
trying to get the best copy of the picture I could.  Eventually deciding
that the image I had was about as good as I could possibly get it, I
increased the magnification and took a good long look at Peter.

Starting first with his face I tried to imagine what sort of person he was,
and whether or not I would like him. He was good looking all right, and was
in fact what I would probably call 'sexy' in a boyish sort of way. I knew
that if he were in my school, I would certainly try and get a look at his
cock to see if it was as good looking as the rest of him.

Sliding the picture up to look at his groin, I thought that I could just
make out through his trousers where his prick was. If I was right, and the
shadow I could almost see was his cock, it was a bit smaller than mine but
still a good size.

Idly I started to draw a prick on the picture, making it stick out of his
trousers as if he had a hard on.  The erotic nature of the drawing soon
gave me a hard on, and knowing that I was alone in the house and not going
to be disturbed, I dropped my trousers to my ankles and sat there, my boner
sticking straight up like a flagpole.

Gently playing with myself with one hand whilst messing about drawing with
the other, I was totally immersed in what I was doing, absorbed completely
in what I was doing and unaware of the world outside.

I couldn't get the size or angle of Peter's cock right, it didn't seem
realistic at all.  Standing up, I moved across to the full-length mirror on
my bedroom wall and looked intently at myself.  I don't remember ever
having done this before, and for the first time took a good look at myself.
Deciding big-headedly that I wasn't really that bad looking, especially
with a boner on, I returned to the picture, feeling randier than
ever. Playing about with the cock I was drawing was almost as good as being
played with by my Dad I thought, and continued massaging my cock. It was
very rarely that I wanked myself off, the only times being when I was at
school and was thinking about some boy or other I liked the look of at the
time.  I was taken almost by complete surprise then when I felt that I was
about to come - that hadn't been on my conscious mind at all, but the
combination of my thoughts and what I was doing had obviously had their
effect.

Letting go of the mouse, I concentrated happily on my prick.  Sliding down
in the chair a bit, I opened my legs and stretched them out.  Closing my
eyes, and cupping my balls in my left hand, I masturbated, thinking of
Peter whilst I did so.

When I came a few seconds later, the spunk shot out, straight up in the air
higher than I would have thought possible and curving over, great gobs of
it landed on the computer keyboard!

"Oh Sh***!" I thought, "Now what?"

Having got a few tissues and cleaned myself up, I set to work on the
keyboard. Luckily I seemed to have caught it before it dried completely and
managed to get most of it off without too much trouble.  One or two bits of
it I couldn't quite get out, but reasoning that Dad would never know, left
it and went to have a shower.

I spent a good half an hour luxuriating in the warmth of the water and idly
thinking about Dad, Tim, Peter and me. Glancing at the clock in the
bathroom, I came down to earth with a jolt as I realised that Tim and Dad
were due back in less than an hour!

Deciding not to bother with any underwear, I hurriedly pulled my shorts on
and grabbing a T-shirt threw it over my head as I walked to the kitchen.
Thankfully there wasn't a lot to do and I managed to wash most of the dirty
things up quite quickly before setting too and vacuuming the living room
floor.  I was still doing this when Dad and Tim came in, carrying an Indian
take-away, my favourite.

Hurriedly getting the plates and things from the kitchen, I put them on the
table as Tim carrying a small parcel went upstairs to have a wash.

"Tim's bought you a new computer game." Dad whispered, "It's one he got
Peter a while ago and he likes it a lot."

"Shit!" I thought, "The computer!" I had forgotten all about it and the
picture of Peter with a cock on him was still there!

Acutely embarrassed, I waited for Tim to come back downstairs and join us
at the table.

"Nice picture!" he said, sitting down, "Have you saved it?"

"No, not yet," I said, staring down at my plate.

"Can I have a copy for Peter?" he surprised me by asking.

Not having any real choice, I agreed to print one off for him after the
meal.

"What picture's that?" Dad asked.

"Oh, nothing really," Tim got in before I could think of an answer, "
Paul's scanned a picture of Peter I lent him, and he's been messing about
with in on the computer. He's made quite a good job of it."

Gratefully, Dad didn't take the conversation any further in that direction
and changed the topic.

"Anything worth watching on the TV tonight?" Dad asked, looking at me.

"Don't know," I replied, "I haven't looked."

"I think there's a good film on later," Tim said, "But does anyone mind if
I watch the football this afternoon?"

Clearing the table of the remains of our meal and taking them to the
kitchen, I went back into the living room and saw that Tim was sitting in
the big easy chair and Dad was on the settee. Curling up next to him, I lay
my head on his lap and watched the football. Neither Dad nor I are not
particularly interested in football; Tim obviously was and was getting
quite excited over it.  Somewhat bored, Dad picked up a magazine, and
resting it on my head was skinning through it. Knowing that Tim couldn't
see what I was doing, I wickedly turned my head so that my nose was buried
in Dad's groin.

Playfully I rubbed it against his cock, and was pleased to feel it get
harder. Knowing that Tim was completely unaware of what we were doing, and
Dad unable to say anything, I teased him by pretending to bite it through
his trousers. Letting go of the magazine with one hand, he put it on the
back of my head and pushed my face onto his erection. Unable to breath, it
took only a few seconds before I forced my head back and started to cough.

"All right, son?" Dad asked wickedly. "Got a tickle in your throat?"

"Yeah, but I'm OK now, thanks." and buried my head in his groin again.

This time I managed to get the little tab of his zip between my teeth and
slowly began to pull it down.

I think this must have been a bit too much for Dad as he delicately took a
handful of my hair and pulled me away.

"Why don't you go upstairs and print that picture for Tim?" he said, "I'd
like to see it."

Doing as I was told, and also being somewhat interested in what Dad would
make of the picture, I dashed upstairs to run a couple of copies off.

Returning after a few minutes, I was glad to see the football had ended and
the TV had been turned off. Carefully folding one of the copies in half I
handed it to Tim. the other I gave to Dad.

Glancing at it, Dad asked me to draw the curtains and put the lights on.

I liked our living room when the curtains were pulled and the wall lights
were on, but turned right down. It was lovely and comfortable and warm. The
feeling I had when Dad and I were by ourselves and the room was in
semi-darkness was magical. I was probably at my most relaxed at these
times, and could chatter away to Dad about all sorts of things, playing
with his prick and delighting in his playing with mine.

Tonight of course things were different with Tim being there. I didn't mind
at all really, I was just a bit pissed off that I couldn't play with Dad as
I would have liked. Contenting myself with laying my head on his shoulder,
I kissed, licked and sucked on his neck, determined to give him a 'love
bite', at the same time looking at the picture I had drawn of Peter.

Dad looked a bit puzzled at first, and it wasn't until I remembered that he
didn't know Tim and Peter played the same sort of games that we did that I
knew what was mystifying him. Cupping my hands around his ears so Tim
couldn't hear, I whispered to Dad, telling him what I had learned last
night.

Nodding slightly to let me know that he understood, I resumed my kissing
and sucking.

Tim was the first to break the silence, "I wish Peter was here," looking
slightly enviously at me and Dad.

"Yes. So do I," Dad replied, "You must bring him with you next time."

My heart and cock gave a little jump as I heard this, the thought of the
four of us in bed together flashing across my mind.

Dad, being older than me, and also a good friend of Tim's asked the
question which I had wanted to ask but didn't have the nerve.

"Paul tells me that you and Peter have fun together, Tim"

"Yes," he replied, completely unabashed, "Sometimes, but it's not all that
easy with the wife and daughter around."

Taking more of an interest in the conversation than hitherto, I stopped
messing about on Dad's neck and turned to face Tim.

"When did you start? Dad and I have always done it." I said to Tim, "At
least ever since Mum...."

"About a year or eighteen months ago, I suppose," Tim answered, making
himself more comfortable in the chair.  He went on to explain that he and
Peter had gone fishing one week-end when it started to rain hard. Usually
they would ignore it and carry on fishing, but this time it was really
heavy and so he had put the tent up for them. For about an hour or so they
chatted and drank tea, waiting for the downpour to stop.  Tim said that he
drunk so much tea that he wanted to go and have a leak, but it was too wet
to go outside. Instead, he continued, I opened the tent flap, and knelt
down, pissing out into the rain.  Looking round at Peter I saw that he was
staring at my cock. Naturally, this excited me a bit and it started to get
hard.  Peter, never one to hold anything back, asked if he could touch it.

At first I wouldn't let him of course, but he just looked at me with those
big, brown eyes of his and I knew that I couldn't say no. I'm always a
sucker for that look he gives me, and he knows it!  Anyway he took hold of
my prick and felt it all round. When it got really hard, he said that it
was a lot bigger than his, and asked if his would grow that big. Telling
him not to worry and that it would get bigger as he grew up, I glanced down
at his crutch and saw through his thin shorts he had a hard on. I smiled at
him and asked him if he was all right.

Tim put his head back and closed his eyes, thinking of that day.

Peter dropped his shorts I remember, he continued, and showed me his
erection. I had never thought about Peter this way, and I was surprised by
the size of it. I was used to washing and bathing him as a baby of course,
but I hadn't seen him stripped for a long time and had forgotten that he
was growing up - had grown up in fact as he had a lovely three-inch
erection. "Touch it if you want," Peter had said. And I did. He obviously
enjoyed it as when I tried to take my hand away after a quick feel, he made
me put it back.

"Don't stop," he asked, "It feels nice."

I began to masturbate him slowly and gently Tim reminisced, and every
movement I made with my hand, Peter copied. It wasn't long before I felt
Peter's body give that jerk sort of thing just before you come, but of
course he was too young to do anything except have a 'dry orgasm'. I came
almost straight away then, all over his hand. Peter must have been a bit
frightened at first as he let go and just stared at the come on his hand. I
then had to explain to him what it was all about, and to give him his due,
he sat there and listened, just staring at the mess on his hand. Whilst I
was talking to him, he put the spunk up to his nose and smelt it, then he
licked a bit of it and swallowed it!

Anyway, we carried on from there. Once I had explained to him that what we
did on our fishing trips, (apart from fishing!) was our secret he was more
that happy to have some fun whenever he could.  He has almost caused a riot
at home once or twice as the mere mention of fishing means only one thing
to him now. He has an awful habit of saying something like "I wish we could
go fishing now" in the middle of a meal, and looking straight at me.  The
wife thankfully believes that we are growing closer together and is
perfectly happy to let us go as often as we want.

"Can he come yet?" I asked, conscious of my own erection trying its best to
escape its prison.

"Yes. Sometimes, anyway." Tim went on," He came for the first time about
two months ago. He can't do it every time, but he's getting there."

I was aware that Tim was staring at my shorts, and I suddenly remembered
that I hadn't got any pants on and he could probably see my erection!
Mischievously I moved my leg so he could get a better look at it. I watched
as a growing bulge in his trousers said all I needed to know.

By now, all three of us were aroused and had erections.

"Dad, "I said, turning to look at him, "Have I been good today?"

Tim must have picked up that this was our signal to each other, and sat
waiting for Dad to answer."

"Yes, I think so. What do you think, Tim?" Dad said.

"Oh, I think so," Tim replied, "Have you got a present for him, seeing that
he's been so good?"

Dad cottoned on to the game straight away and replied that he hadn't, but
he would try and find one.

"I've got one he can have, if you agree" Tim responded, "But first he's got
to unwrap it."

Dad grinned, evidently willing to play along with the game.

"Come on then Paul, come and get it."

Looking back on this conversation, it might sound a bit trite and stupid,
but at the time it was incredibly erotic and I just couldn't wait to get my
'present'.

Tim stood up and waited for me to get to him.

"Here you are, it's all yours," he grinned.

In my innocence I made a dive for the belt on his trousers and started to
undo it.

"Hey, hang on a minute," Tim said, pushing me away by the shoulders, "Take
your time and do it properly. Start with at the top."

Slowing down a bit, and entering fully into the game, I began to unfasten
the buttons on his shirt. Once these were all undone, I took his shirt off
and threw it on the floor.

"Now my shoes and socks, Paul," Tim instructed me.

I found it amazingly exciting undressing him, even more thrilling then when
I undressed Dad sometimes.

Having removed his shoes and socks, I started work on the last bit of
'unwrapping'. I knelt in front of him and undid the belt, unfastened his
zip and pulled his trousers down in one smooth move. Standing there in just
his red boxers, I deliberately teased Tim by running my hands all over
them, gently squeezing his cock as I passed over it. I even ran my fingers
around the inside of the elastic waist and instead of taking them off as he
expected, pulled them up tighter.

"I don't think I want this present. The wrapping is terrible!" I said,
turning away and looking at Dad who was thoroughly enjoying the situation.

"Go on, take it," Dad said, "If you don't, you'll never get another one!"

"Oh, all right then, if you insist. But don't blame me if I break it," I
said trying to sound pissed off and failing miserably. Easing the waistband
over his rampant cock I dropped his boxers to join his trousers on the
floor.

Tim stepped forwards out of them, pushing his cock straight into my face.
Almost as a conditioned reflex I opened my mouth and took it in, starting
to suck it automatically.

Tim gasped with pleasure and putting his hands on my head, followed my
movements as I worked up and down his shaft.

Dad, not wanting to be left out of things had undressed himself and lay
down on the floor by the side of me.  Taking my shorts in his hands, he
slid them down as far as my knees. Lifting myself up off the floor slightly
enabled him to move them all the way down to my ankles and take them right
off. Pulling my T-shirt up as far as it would go, I only had to let Tim's
cock out of my mouth for a second whilst he removed it completely.

Carefully placing his head between me and Tim, I felt Dad put my prick in
his mouth and start to suck me off.

You just can't imagine how I felt - I was out of this world with delight. I
was busy sucking off Tim, playing my tongue around the inside of his
foreskin and sucking him for all I was worth. Dad at the same had all my
boner in his mouth and was sucking me like crazy, making me see flashing
lights as if it was carnival night, Christmas and New Year's Eve all rolled
into one!

I can't remember who came first; all I can recollect is Tim shouting
"Christ!, Christ!" just before I took his load down my throat. At the same
time, my prick which felt as if it was halfway down Dad's neck emptied its
load explosively and completely.

Exhausted and completely spent we collapsed on the floor in a tangled heap,
breathing heavily and gently caressing each other.

"Did you like your present?" Tim asked, stroking my hair.

"Yeah, but I told you I would break it, look," I said pointing to his limp
tool.

"Don't worry, I think we can mend it if we try. All it needs is a bit of a
rest and some careful attention," he laughed.

Tim was leaving early the next morning as he had a long drive and had
promised his family that he would be home for lunch. As a result, we went
to bed fairly early that night, and without asking, joined them in Dad's
big bed.

We had a few messing-about type games, as much for my benefit as for theirs
I thought, but I enjoyed them nevertheless. We seemed to spend ages just
toying with each other, fondling whoever and whenever we wanted, but
without getting down to any 'serious' sex.

Paul," Dad said to me as he lay back resting, "Would you do me a
favour?"

"Yeah, of course," I replied, licking his chest.

"Would you let Tim and me have the rest of the night together?"

At first I was bitterly disappointed to hear this, but after a moments
reflection I decided that it was only fair. I could have games with Dad
almost any time I liked, but Tim and Dad only seemed to get together very
rarely. And in any case I could go to my own bed and dream about Peter all
by myself.

"OK then, that's no problem, but you've got to promise me one thing Tim, "
I said turning towards him, "You've got to bring Peter down the next time
you come."

"That's a deal!," Tim replied, playfully squeezing my prick and balls,
"Perhaps next week-end if we can get away."

Somewhat reluctantly I left their bed and giving Dad a big hug, whispered
"I love you. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Paul! Love you too," he replied, kissing me on the cheek.

Climbing into my infrequently used little bed, I lay back for a while
holding the spare picture of Peter I had run off earlier. Looking at his
face and the prick I had drawn on it, I played with myself and quickly got
an erection.  Turning the light off, closed my eyes, imagined the sort of
games that we could play next week-end, and had a lovely, gentle wank
before I drifted off into a dreamy sleep.