Date: Sun, 16 May 2010 16:19:34 -0400
From: Dan DeLion <dlion@live.ca>
Subject: Dads, Sons, Cops and Cocks - Part 2 Pool Fun

The following is a work of gay erotic fiction involving graphically
described sex among teenage males, sex with older males, and incest. If
these topics offend you, or if it is illegal for you to read or possess
such materials where you are, read no further. This story is pure fantasy.
The author does not condone either sex with minors, sex with immediate
family, or unprotected sex. Do not reproduce this without permission.


Dads, Sons, Cops and Cocks
By Dan deLion
Chapter Two: Pool Fun


My buddy returned and his dad told him to leave the towels on the patio
table and come back into the pool. I started to pull away, embarrassed a
little by the intimacy with my friend?s father, but found I was held
tightly to him. As my friend slipped back into the water, his father
beckoned for him to join us. To my surprise, he quickly straddled his
father?s leg and mirrored my position. Obviously he was used to being this
close to his father, even while naked.

This made me think of my own dad whom I was not very comfortable with,
physically. We rarely touched as a matter of fact. I loved him dearly, but
hugs and holding each other seemed to become less acceptable as I grew
older and now I was lucky if there was a pat on the back either way. I
didn?t realize how much I missed it.

His dad gently pushed off from the stairs, balancing us each on one thigh
and began to slowly drift around the shallow end, his arms encircling our
waists and holding us close to him. We talked in quite, low voices to each
other, making plans for the following day. He told a few bad jokes that got
progressively dirtier and the three of us giggled conspiratorially. He said
that if we promised not to tell his wife or my parents about the jokes,
he?d tell us some more. We eagerly agreed.

As we circled the shallow end, every so often he?d gently change direction
and I?d feel his warm cock bump against my leg. My cock, balls and hole
were still pressed against him and the sensation was euphoric. The jokes
were pretty juvenile but also strangely erotic to hear from a grown man and
clearly he was as turned on as I was by either them or the close
contact. As we talked, I felt his arm lower about and he began to gently
massage my waist, letting his hand stray to my hips and thighs, I felt my
muscles flex involuntarily in response and received a gentle squeeze of
encouragement back form him. He was looking directly at his son and his
face gave nothing away.

He dared us to tell him the dirtiest jokes we knew. I was pretty shy about
it but after my buddy told a few, I managed to get some in as
well. Whenever we?d laugh, I felt him squeeze m thigh again and I?d
instinctively jut my hips forward, pressing my cock against him even harder
and rubbing it on his muscular torso. Acting on impulse, I lifted my leg a
little to see if I could touch it to his cock, but I found his sons leg
already there.  Suddenly I was struck by the realization that his sons cock
must also have been pressed against him and that he was probably massaging
his boys legs as he was mine. I began to notice that every so often, my
buddy would tense a little, stumbling into his dads arm a little more while
taking a sharp little intake of breath. He must have been hard as well,
rubbing his own cock against that wall of muscle every time he felt his dad
grope him. He must also have been gently rubbing his leg against his
fathers cock ? repaying the favor! I wondered if they had done this before.

At that moment, he caught my eye in the darkness and I knew we were both
thinking about the same thing. His dad seemed to sense this and stood up,
gently releasing us to drift away a bit. For a few seconds he just stood
there in the waist deep water. He looked magnificent in the moonlight and I
couldn?t help staring at his hairy chest dripping with water. I looked up
at him and found him watching me watching him, his smile having
vanished. Suddenly he dove under the surface and swam towards the deep end,
stopping to resurface just where the drop off began. I instantly flushed;
embarrassed at having let my guard down and ruining what had been the most
intense sexual experience I had had in my young life. By gawking at him so
obviously, I was sure I had destroyed the delicate balance of what was
acceptable and what was not.

To my surprise, the man instead smiled and turned his broad back to me,
telling me to come over and put my arms around his neck. I waded over
tentatively and followed his instructions. He told me to hang on tight, but
to keep my arms low in front so that I didn?t choke him. This meant my
chest was pressed against his back and my hands were splayed across his
furry front just under the collar bone. Amazing.

He told me to hang on and gently turned in the water so that he was facing
his son in the shallow area. This swung me around so that my legs were
dangling in the water of the deep end as he carefully balanced on the tip
of the slope. I started to kick a little to keep myself up, but he told me
to let my legs go limp and to let myself float, using his shoulders for
support. He then called his son over to him and told him to put his hands
on his shoulders and do the same. The father slid his hands down around his
son?s waist and held my buddy close to him. In my mind I imagined the
inevitable moment when their bodies collided and wondered if their cocks
were touching and were both hard. I felt my own cock twitch a little at
this idea and just at that, the dad pushed off from the shallow end and
into the deep end.

With the backwards motion, my body pressed fully against him. Through my
chest, I could feel his massive strength as his muscles rippled across his
back. Best of all, I could feel my hips come into contact with his
curvaceous, hairy ass. I started to swim a bit with my legs to keep my hard
cock at a distance, but he told me to relax and just float again. I
reluctantly let my hips come to rest against his ass again and sure enough
felt my hard cock come into contact with the upper part of his butt
crack. As we drifted about, I started to relax and enjoy my dickhead
rubbing against his crack and lower back. He didn?t seem to mind, so I took
full advantage of it, marveling at the difference between the smooth, hard
area of his lower back and the softer fur covered ass below. I tried to
maneuver myself low enough to slide my dick between his legs, fantasizing
about it touching the back of his ball sack, but I wasn?t tall enough.

The night was very quiet and apart from the rhythmic gurgle of water from
the filter, the only sound I heard was our breathing. I heard my friend
gasp lightly as I felt his fathers arms drop lower. He must have been
clutching his son?s ass and I imagined how that would feel combined with
their dicks touching. It was like a drug to think about this possibility
and also be so close to it and be a part of it. It felt surreal, like a
dream. I was intoxicated.

I lay my head on the man?s shoulder and closed my eyes, feeling lulled by
his rhythmic breathing. I could hear my friends breath become faster bit by
bit, punctuated by the odd gasp and stifled groan as the three of us bobbed
in the water. It occurred to me from the sounds that he was masturbating
and getting close to shooting. I was mystified that he would do this not
only in front of me and his father, but actually using his father to get
off. I also realized that I was doing the same thing from the back and that
neither of them seemed to mind. I decided to chance becoming more
aggressive with my rubbing and was rewarded when the father encouraged me
by reaching behind with his right arm, placing his hand in the small of my
back and pulling me against him.

The sons breathing became heavier and quicker and I felt his dad let go of
my back to snake his hand around front once more. I could feel the man?s
shoulder move in rhythm to his sons breathing as his arm moved like a
piston. Could his father actually have been jerking him off? I kept my eyes
closed and listened intently, matching the intensity with my own rubbing.

Suddenly my buddy let out a louder gasp and his father spoke in a low
growl.

?You close??

The son moaned a yes.

?Okay, let?s go then? the father said as he steered us back into the
shallow end. He stood when reached the level bottom and I let his neck go
as I stood as well. He lifted his son from the water and sat him on the
edge of the pool. I felt strangely exposed now, without the water to mask
my from my waist up. It felt like I was intruding on them so I began to
back away.

?Stay close Steve,? he said to me over his shoulder and reached behind to
pull me closer, ?We?re almost there.?

Without the buoyancy of the water, he was much taller than I was so instead
of putting may arms around his neck, he wrapped my arms around his chest
and placed my hands firmly on his pecs. I let my body sink into his again
and this time to my delight, I found my cock nestled between his firm hairy
thighs. I wondered I stood on the balls of my feet, I could rub up against
his ass as well. I felt the dad lower himself slightly to make this more
possible. Then he reached down between his own legs and grabbed my cock for
a moment, pressing it up into his crack and pressing his balls back against
it (I wasn?t long enough then to reach his balls naturally). I lay my head
on his broad back and reveled in the sensation, absent mindedly stroking
his chest hair and kneading those wonderful pecs at the same time.

His attention turned again to his son, who was now lying back on the pool
deck with his legs dangling in the water. I could feel the dad?s arms
against mine and knew he was jerking his son off again.

?Come on boy, that?s it. Shoot your load. Shoot that wad, son. Make Daddy
proud? the man cooed to his son in a sexy low voice. I nearly shot just
hearing that. I couldn?t believe how turned on I was by not only the
sensations of rubbing up against a guy, but also witnessing a father and
son being so sexual and intimate together. That father continued jerking
and coaching his boy.

?That?s it, that?s it, getting close now. Shoot your jizz, son. Shoot it
for Daddy. Come on boy, shoot that load for Daddy! Fucking shoot it, son!?
and with that my friend moaned loudly and started to cum.

I wanted to peek around and watch him shoot, but his father?s arms clamped
down on mine and I couldn?t move. I felt a few hot splashes on my hands and
realized my buddy must have cum all over his dad?s chest and my hands. As I
kept massaging those pecs, I felt one of the mans large hands cover mine
and rub some of the cum into his chest hair as his other hand slowed the
strokes, bringing his son down from the orgasm.

?Easy boy, that?s it. Breathe deep. Good boy? I heard the father say.

I found I was getting close as well and started to hump faster, but he
stopped me with a gentle admonition.

?Relax. We?ll get there. Just stand easy for now? he said, and slid my
hands down to his hips, stepping forward slightly to free my cock from
between his legs. I wasn?t sure what to do so I just stood with my hands on
his hips and waited. He gently stroked his sons hips and legs, and cupped
some water in his hands to wash the cum from his son?s cock, as well as his
own chest.

After a few minutes he patted his son?s knees and said ?Okay champ, towel
off and get up to bed. We?ll be up soon.?

His son struggled to get to his feet on the deck, smiling sheepishly as he
steadied himself on wobbly knees but never looking me straight in the
eye. I wondered if he was embarrassed. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried
himself before wrapping it around his waist and disappearing into the
house. His father dove under water out of my reach and resurfaced in the
deep end next to the chrome ladder.

?Come on Stevie ? swim time is over? he said cheerfully and hauled himself
out of the pool. He turned to me and again I was struck by how handsome and
masculine his naked frame was. It was hard not to notice that his cock was
still fully erect and stood proudly out form his body and glistening with
water.

He smiled at me.

?Out! Come on, grab a towel and get into the change room. There?s some dry
shorts in the drawers there? he said.

As I waded to the stairs and got out to grab a towel from the patio table,
he circled the pool picking up our soaked underwear, his pajama shorts and
any other evidence of our swim. I quietly made my way back to the redwood
stained shack they had constructed as a change room and opened the door,
flicking on the light after I was inside. I began to towel off and thought
about what had just happened. My cock was still hard as rock. I needed to
cum. I spread my towel over a padded bench and sat down on it, gently
playing with my cock and trying to recall every detail of the strange
erotic experience I just had with beautiful hunk and his son.

I began to stroke faster and faster and knew I was very close when suddenly
the door swung open. With a quick gesture, the father slipped into the
change room and shut the door behind him. He had our shorts in one hand and
a towel wrapped around his waist. I struggled to pull my towel out from
underneath myself and cover up, but it didn?t budge.

?Hey, don?t start without me? he laughed, walking over to some hooks on the
wall to hang our dripping shorts. He let his towel drop and hung it up as
well. The sight of his naked form from the back in the full yellow light of
the change room was breathtaking. He turned and walked back to the door and
I saw that he was still hard, his dick bobbing from side to side as we
walked. He reached the door and slid the bolt into place, locking it
securely before turning back to me.

?I guess it?s our turn now,? he said and reached down to grab his own
throbbing dick in one of his strong hair hands, ?We need to finish what we
started.?


To Be Continued?