Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2004 15:36:31 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Dad's Drinking Buddies

My pops love to drink. He usually hangs out at his favorite watering hole
after work until one of his buddies eventually end up carrying him home.
It's only been him and I at the house eversince he and mom divorced afew
years ago when I was 10. Dad's been a good provider, but he hasn't been
one too much for conversation, or a great emotional supporter for that
matter. 2 years after mom left, I wasn't even allowed to say her name
around him. Whenever she would call, I would have to wait until pops left
the house before I could talk to her. He really took their breakup hard.
It took him a year before he started dating again. The first time I
realized this was when I came home from school one day to find him
fucking the living daylights out of one of my mother's best friends.

He and Mrs Weiler from around the corner were humping at it hot and
heavy. Pops was laying between her wide spread legs, his round ass
pumping up and down as he drilled her full of daddy dick. Mrs Weiler was
moaning up a storm, cussing like a street hoe and clawing at pops back
with her long sharp manicured nails.

I couldn't believe my eyes. From the angle inwhich I was standing, I had
a clear view of his fat dick slipping in and out of her hairy pussy. My
own dick got brick hard just watching my dad and our neighbor go at it.
After afew minutes, I heard him groan as if he were in serious pain, then
saw him shove his entire hardon up into the lady before going completely
stiff. I knew he was shooting his semen straight up in her, probably
impregnating her just as he did mom 11 years ago. I snuck back out before
they even knew I was there. That memory stayed with me for the next 5
years, and was the focal point of many of my late night jack off
sessions.

Since then, pops've had several chicks that's acted as his love
interests, but none that stuck around for long. Pops excessive drinking,
and bitterness over moms leaving had left him angry against women. He
enjoyed fucking them from time to time, but he didn't trust them in the
long run. In the end, all of them left him one way or another, which only
made him sink deeper into his depression.
Tonight was no exception. I was up in my room watching Beyonce bounce her
fat booty across one of her videos, when I heard my pops being dragged
upstairs by his buddy Ray. I opened my bedroom door just as they reached
the top step. Ray's arm was wrapped around pops waist, holding him up in
support while pops held his around Ray's broad shoulders.

"Need a hand?" I asked as they struggled by.

"Naw, I got 'em." said Ray, taking pops down the hall to the master
bedroom.
I shrugged my shoulders, then went back into my room. Several minutes
passed, as I watched other videos come and go before deciding to hit the
john, and see if pops needed anything before turning in to bed. As I
walked down the hallway, I saw a light coming from under pops door. I
thought mr. Ray had left, and paid little attention to the light, until I
heard a familiar sound that made me stop in my tracks just outside pops
bedroom door.

I could hear the unmistakable sound of his bed springs bouncing up and
down. I'd heard them many times over the past 5 years, and knew well when
dad was getting his freak on. My dick instantly grew hard in my pants at
the thought of catching him ball deep inside some other lady's hairy
twat.
Quietly I checked the doorknob. The door was unlocked, and I cautiously
opened it as not to be seen or heard. Pops bed came into view, and I
nearly fell backwards when I recognized mr. Ray laying ontop of my
father, fucking the hell out of him as he laid on his stomach in a
drunken stupor.

My first reaction was rage. I wanted to rush in there and rescue my
father from his ordeal, to knock mr. Ray off of him and beat the living
daylights out of the 39 year old 180lbs rapist. But the second reaction
was straight up lust. Watching pops get butt fucked by one of his closest
most trusted friends, was a definite turn on to me.
I quickly pulled my erection out of my pants and began stroking it. Mr.
Ray was fully dressed, his pants lay down around his knees as he pumped
into pops upturned ass. Pops was laid on his stomach, stripped completely
nude as mr Ray's long dick was sliding in and out of dads ass easily. I
couldn't believe my own father was in such a position, conscious or not.

I don't know how long they were fucking, but suddenly mr Ray groaned
softly, trying his best not to make too much noise as he shot his sperm
directly into my father's hairy ass. I watched wide eyes as he quickly
pulled out, climbed off the bed, then began to get dressed. I tip-toed
back to my room at the other end of the hall, and closed the door just in
time as mr Ray suddenly came down the hall. He ran down the front stairs,
then out the door in a flash. Once I heard the front door slam, I knew me
and pops were all alone.

I was laying back on my bed stroking, when curiosity finally got the best
of me. I made my way back down to my pops bedroom. This time his door was
wide open. I peaked in, calling his name just incase he was awake. With
no answer, I carefully crept in. Pops was still asleep on his stomach, mr
Ray had managed to cover his lower half with the bed sheet. I removed
that bed sheet, and looked at my dad in all his nakedness. For all his
excessive drinking, he was still a remarkably handsome man. His body was
nicely defined for a man his age, despite the light beer belly he was
forming. His dick was limp, but lay impressively between his thighs
against the mattress.

I called his name again, but decreed dad dead to the world. My dick was
still brick hard in my pants, so I freed it and began jacking off. I felt
pops body in the process, running my free hand across his back and over
his hairy rump while jacking myself off with the other. Pops never
sturred, so I got bolder. Pretty soon I had my fingers between his
asscheeks, feeling the moist wet hole his friend had just not too long
ago vacated.
I pulled the hairy cheeks apart, exposing the dark wet folds of his anus
in plain view. The hairs around the damp hole were matted and wet. The
actual hole itself looked a little swollen and irritated. When I
stretched the cheeks wider, the hole seemed to bud open a little. I could
clearly see a liquid ooz from just inside the anus, and wondered
correctly if it could be mr Ray's sperm. I knew he had fucked pops, and I
knew that he had cum while doing so. But I didn't see any condom packets
laying around, so I had to assumed that mr Ray had cum INSIDE pop's ass,
and that this was INDEED his sperm seeping back out.

I myself had never fucked a girl without the use of a condom a day in my
life, and had often wondered what it would be like to fuck once without
one. In this day and age, you could go practically you're entire adult
life without ever feeling the warm wetness of a pussy surrounding your
dick due to the fear of unwanted pregnancy, STD's, or aids.

I couldn't get over the fact of watching my pops take dick. I knew he was
unconscious the whole time, and that his friend mr Ray was really not his
friend afterall, for taking advantage of him like that while he was
passed out. But the tiny little manhole looked so damn inviting, sitting
there leaking another man's cum. Curiosity finally got the better of me,
and I found myself climbing atop my father, and aiming my own raging
hardon up to his wet asshole. I left the dick tip touch the opening, and
bit my bottom lips for support as I slowly sank inside.

I couldn't believe how good it felt feeling his hairy hole swallow up my
entire dick in one long easy stroke. Pops shift his head from one side to
the other as he let out a small moan once my balls touched his
butt-cheeks. I stayed perfectly still inside of him, holding my breath
for fear that he would wake up and find me with my dick buried in his
ass. After afew minutes, he went back to snoring again, and I resumed the
task of fucking him for the first time. If pops stayed true to form, I
knew his drunken stupor would keep him out like a light for the next few
hours. I would have plenty of time get my rocks off before he would be
pissing all over the toilet seat in the morning.

Slowly I began to pump, fucking my dad for the first time just as his
friend did less than 30 minutes ago. His ass was tight, but slick inside.
The hot cum in him undoubtedly helped to lube his chute as I slid easily
in and out of him. The hot wetness of his asshole gripped my erection
like a well greased hand. I couldn't get over how soft and silky fucking
him felt, it was nearly as good as any pussy I'd ever had -only BETTER,
because I didn't have to wear a baggy over it.
Pretty soon I was fucking him as hard and deep as any girl I've ever had
my dick in. I was losing my mind, pounding dad's ass like a madman high
on narcotics. Pops groaned in his sleep. My hips drove my bloated
7-inches into him like a knight's lance. I impelled him repeatedly with
my stiff dick, fucking his over used asshole into soft receptive human
clay which molder around the shape of my dick. I watched as my shaft
slammed in and out, the tight ring of his manhole clinging to my girth
like a rubberband. I could feel my balls starting to tighten, singling
that I was quickly nearing an imminent climax.
I contemplated pulling out, shooting my load into open air instead of my
dad's ass, however, the thought of breeding my first raw fuck was too
tempting to pass up.

Humping harder, I pumped into pops ass so hard and deep that the bed's
headboard began to bang into the wall. I felt his hairy buttock arch
upward as I pumped into him with madden strokes. He was nolonger snoring,
but he appeared to still be asleep, grunting aloud with each of my
powerful thrusts into the warm depths of his ass.

"Aww SHIT!" I screamed, feeling my dick start to tingle.
Pops ass was about to send me over the edge, his asshole felt wonderful
wrapped around my raw dick. I slammed into him with all the power I could
muster, completely forgetting about not trying to wake him.

"Aww FUCK!" I yelled, slamming into him one last time.
I felt the cum squeeze up out of my balls and through the shaft of my
dick, to spray wildly into pops wide spread ass. I felt my eyes cross as
my toes curled. My body stiffened like a board as my sperm filled my
father's sucking hole full. My own moans filled the room as I poured my
essence into my father's hairy backside. I could feel my dick twitching
and jerking inside of him, pumping out the last of my fresh potent baby
juice.
Weakly, I slowly pulled my dick from my pops ass. His asshole looked even
more swollen than before. Cum leaked steadily from his freshly fucked
hole, blotting a wet stain into the sheets between his legs. I could feel
my dick start to harden again at the thought of dumping my cum into him.
Fucking without a condom was definitely da BOMB.

I quietly covered pops naked ass with the bed sheets, before I decided to
press my luck and give into temptation and fucked him again. Dad still
appeared to be sleeping, as his snoring once again became evident. He
moved around in his sleep, elevating his ass and humping his hips back
and forth. I wondered if he was dreaming that he was fucking a girl, or
if he was subconsciously reliving the two fucks he'd just unwittingly
gotten in his sleep.

That night, I woke up 3 times during the night with raging hardons that
would not go away without a little help. That morning, I was awakened to
pops banging on my door, yelling at me to get my "lazy ass up for
school". I awoke with yet another hardon. My first instinct was to wrap
my hand around it and jack off until I shot my load all over my stomach
and chest like I'd already done just 2 hours prior, but decided against
it. Instead I opting to wait til tonight, when pops would undoubtedly be
carried home by another of his drinking buddies.