Date: Mon,  4 Nov 2002 22:12:02 -0500 (EST)
From: Rob Andresen <malricnyc@excite.com>
Subject: Dreaming of Dad - 2

	I was unsure of myself the rest of the night, wondering if Dad had
heard me moaning his name as I jacked my throbbing cock while torturing my
tits to erection.  I cleaned off although there was a lingering scent of
man juice covering my chest and belly.
	I put on my sleep shorts and went into the living room where Dad
was watching a little tv.  Some stupidity about a woman who turned into a
prostitute to hurt her distant husband.  I half watched the show, half
watched Dad as he sat there, idly rubbing his chest with one meaty palm.
	It wasn't erotic or anything, well, actually I found it arousing,
but he was just being himself, his pecs firm mounds of meat beneath white
cotton.  He was watching the movie intently but I wasn't sure why until the
climactic scene where the woman is arrested for prostitution and her
husband looks at her with pleading eyes and she spits at him.
	"That's for ignoring me and for ignoring my needs as a woman.
Maybe now you'll figure out what you lost!"
	I was amazed to see a tear drop from Dad's eye and course through
the dense underbrush that was his shadowed cheek.  He must have seen my
stare because he turned to me and, unashamedly wiped the tear away.
	"It's ok, son.  This movie just gets to me a bit, that's all."
	I sat there, my mouth wide in amazement and just stared.  He
squirmed a bit under the attention but aside from a slight blush to his
angular cheeks showed no real discomfort.
	"You know, I don't think we've ever talked about what happened with
you Mom, did we?"
	I swallowed noisily and shook my head, unable to form a coherent
sentence.
	"Well, your Mom felt ignored too, you see.  I was always out
working and when I was home, she complained that I spent more time paying
attention to you than to her.  But she wasn't really the woman I had
married those years ago and we just drifted apart, I guess.  And when you
were born, I was so happy to have you that I guess I just moved her out of
my life.
	"She had a fling with the plumber and decided that he was better
than I was.  He left his wife too and they went out to Arizona somewhere.
It apparently didn't work out since I heard he's back with his wife but
your Mom decided to stay out there, I guess.  I haven't heard from her in a
long time."
	This was more conversation than he and I had had in a long time and
it was so serious that I almost began blushing.
	"There's nothing to be ashamed of, I guess.  Your Mom and I just
went our separate ways.  But this movie kinda brings back some of the old
feelings.  I guess I wasn't what she needed."
	I bristled at the thought.  "Dad, you're more man than most people
need.  Mom should have been happy to be married to you!"
	"Now, son, don't go blaming your mother for this.  There was more
to it than you know.  She did what she needed to and I'm just sorry that
you ended up losing a mother over it."
	I wasn't sure what I should do so I went on instinct and leaned
over to hug him.  It looked like he needed it.
	"Dad, you're more than enough of a father to me.  I don't need a
mom too!"
	I felt his chest shudder a bit as I held him, his thickly corded
arms wrapping around me in response.  He sighed into my shoulder and we sat
there, the tv fading into the background.
	He leaned back and looked those short few inches into my eyes and
grinned at me.
	"You know I love you, son.  I just want to make sure that you don't
end up on the short end of life by not having a mother around."
	"I know Dad.  And I wouldn't have it any other way!"
	We sat there, our faces inches away before I realized I was staring
into his eyes, losing myself in their auburn depths, my erection testament
to the power of his presence.  I sat up quickly and turned, hiding my shame
from my father, the man I adored and worshiped.
	He kept his arm around me though and pulled me against his arm, my
head naturally falling to his shoulder.  "That's all right, boy.  We'll
muddle on, just us two men!"
	We sat there for another half hour, not moving, watching an insipid
sitcom that had a laugh track set about a half second too slow.  I
maintained a constant erection, my throbbing cock straining against the
thin cotton of my sleep shorts but constrained by the elastic of the
waistband.  I didn't move for fear of releasing the python from its
confines and putting to rest the question of my arousal.
	Dad, for his part, did nothing to help the situation, instead
rubbing my shoulder slowly, his hands caressing the fleshy upper portion of
my arm gently, almost teasing me with his gentility.  I ached to have him
reach back and punch me or something to ease the tension I was feeling.
	Instead, he reached up and pulled my head against his shoulder more
firmly, almost hugging me in a sideways kind of manner.  I left it there,
my breathing becoming more labored as my manhood strained the limits of its
turgid shaft, most of my blood pumping directly into my libido.
	The next sitcom ended without my being aware of its content and I
realized that Dad and I were still up later than usual.  I stirred somewhat
restlessly, wondering what was going on.  I felt him twitch once or twice
and caught his reflection in the tv screen looking at my reflection.
	The news was about to begin when he reached with his other hand and
clicked the remote, plunging the room into almost total darkness, the light
from the kitchen the only remaining illumination in this part of the house.
We stayed there, not moving for a bit as I tried to figure out what was
going on before Dad cleared his throat and began talking, his voice
rumbling against my ear.
	"There is a little more to it than what I told you, you know.  I
mean about why your Mom left us.  I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to tell
you but I'm afraid I know a little secret of yours and I thing it's only
fair for you to know something about me as well."
	My heart pounded in my ears, threatening to pour forth from my body
as the blood rushed from its fleshy home back into the core of my being
flaming me inside with an icy hot fear.
	"You know that I happened to be outside your window earlier when
you were pleasuring yourself and I happened to hear what you were moaning.
I want you to know that it's all right, that there's nothing to be afraid
of.  You see, I had the same feelings when I was your age and although I
didn't really do anything about them until after I met your Mom, I kinda
let things happen after you were born and, well, you Mom found out about
them and that was really the reason why she had the fling with the plumber
and left us."
	I was shaking in fear and amazement.  Was my father actually
telling me that he was gay?  What was he saying?  He turned to face me
then, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
	"I don't know if it helps for me to say that I will always love
you, that you will always be my son, but I need you to know that my love
for other men is not bad, that there's nothing wrong with caring for other
guys."
	Was he asking for my forgiveness?  My acceptance?  I swallowed a
dry breath that forced me to lick my lips in defense before I was able to
speak.
	"Dad.  I don't know what to say.  I love you, I guess, and I know
what you feel because I feel the same.  Every time I wrestle with you or we
roll around in the grass, I'm just loving the feelings that I have.  I
don't know if I like other guys but I know I love you!"
	He grinned that piercing smile, the gleam from his perfect teeth
jabbing into my heart with an exquisite pain.  I ginned my lopsided smile
back at him and he pulled me into another hug, his arms enfolding me into
his core, a warmth born of love and tenderness enveloping us into a cocoon
of peace.  I held him tightly, almost afraid I was dreaming as he nuzzled
my shoulder, his lips pressing against my smooth flesh.
	My erection sprang to full force, the blood rushing through my body
on its way to points of light below.  But this time the elastic was not
match for the steel of my velvet member and it pressed outward creating an
opening between my cock and my belly that extended several inches.
	Dad knew this and began massaging my back, his hands dropping
toward the elastic in the back, then sliding beneath to rest against the
tops of my globular mounds of ass.  I moaned softly into his shoulder, my
own hands caressing his back and shoulders, unable to find a soft place to
land, the muscles bunching beneath in reciprocation.
	He raised his head a bit and gazed into my emerald eyes, his own
auburn depths overwhelming me with their cocoa swirls, before moving slowly
forward, almost teasing but not delaying the inevitable as he pressed his
lips against mine before teasing his tongue into my hungry mouth, twisting
its way around any defenses I had left.
	As the rest of him, his tongue was a muscle to be reckoned with, at
once soft and pliant and then firm and forceful, exploring the interior of
my heated face.  I moaned with a passion I had never felt, my cock aching
in ways I had never experienced, my balls forced so tightly against my
groin I felt they would explode in climax.
	Dad must have felt the exquisite pain he was causing because he
took matters to the next step quickly, pushing me back into the sofa,
leaning over and shoving his mouth over my throbbing member.  I cried out
in agonal delight, my every fiber pouring forth as the juice I had been
manufacturing over the past hour doubled and tripled before suddenly
shooting forth into his parched throat.
	Shot after shot, load after load found its way down his gullet, his
tongue swirling through pearly cream and his throat squeezing my massive
load rod to exhaustion.  I drained my juice into his mouth and as he
continued to swallow and orally massage me, I began twitching with
overloaded neurons.
	He made a final circuit around my sausage before licking the final
drops from my slit and swallowing the last of my load.  I was left
deflated, my skin shriveling before my eyes as the chill of the room
replaced the heat of passion we had made.  Dad leaned back, a blush
creeping into his stubble as he avoided my eyes, a pearly rope evidence
that my load had been more than he could handle.
	I leaned forward and licked it from his face, my tongue moving
across his burgeoning beard to slip between his warm lips to continue my
taste exploration of his orifice.  He moaned and continued to share his
heat with me as my hands began caressing the cotton barrier of his henley,
little rock nubs springing forth beneath as my efforts had the desired
effect.
	Not it was Dad's turn to lean back as I pressed against him, moving
his leg to the side so I could slide along his torso, his own meat stick
pressed firmly against his jeans.  I could feel some of his member but
couldn't judge the length as I kissed him and massaged his chest.
	The shirt had come out from his belt so it was a matter of a few
deft twitches for me to get my hands beneath the fabric to encounter the
rug beneath, a dense mat of fur that crinkled as I ran my fingers across
his muscular pecs.
	His nipples seemed to throb with engorgement of their own as I ran
across them again and again, the brush of fur against the sensitive tips of
my fingers arousing me even further.  I felt my worn out cock beginning
another ascent as the sensations I had previously dreamed of became
immediate reality.
	Dad was in the moment as well, groaning as I found spots that
elicited waves of sensation.  We broke the kiss long enough for him to pull
the henley over his head, allowing me full access to his muscled chest.  I
dove onto his right nipple, licking, biting, and teasing it to even greater
heights, the red flesh turning purple with the effort.  I moved cross to
the other side, licking through the forest of hair, leaving a trail of
slime that failed to mat the fur for long.  He seemed electrified as the
hairs stood out in relief, extending nearly an inch from the tanned flesh
beneath.
	As I orally massaged one nipple, my hand was performing the same
function on the other, both nubs of pleasure sending conflicting signals to
Dad's groin where his cock twitched as I played with each sensory organ.
But I knew I needed to see him in all his glory so I leaned back and stared
into his eyes with an evil leer.  He grinned back at me, stood and began
unbuckling his belt.
	The flesh spear straining against the denim snaked its way from the
depths of his groin to a twisted shape that coursed along his thigh.  As he
released the pressure, it slid free and popped its glistening eye from
behind his white boxers, released into the wild as had always been
intended.
	As I watched it twitched, releasing another drop of man yogurt to
slid along his ruby shaft to meet the cotton of his shorts before soaking
into al already substantial stain spreading across his groin.  I reached
over and rubbed against the liquid stream as his jeans dropped to the floor
with a thump.
	Dad closed his eyes and threw his head back as I grasped the member
that had made me, squeezing another jewel from its depths before sliding my
hands to the elastic of his boxers and sliding them down, scratching along
curly fur that threaded its way along his muscular thighs to end just shy
of his ankles.
	The massive shaft I had dreamed of was even more beautiful in
person as it stretched out from a dense jungle of fur nestled between
granite thighs.  I knew it had to be at least ten inches but as I watched
it bobbed slowly up and down, the pulsations moving his cock in time to the
beating of his heart.
	I grasped his sippy straw and slid my tongue out to lick against
the endcap where milky man juice oozed its way to freedom.  He tasted just
like I knew he would, a musky taste of honey and nuts, a tang of berries
mixed with the earthy tones of wood, a syrup fit for gods.
	He groaned loudly as I swallowed his cock head, it's silken flesh
warming my mouth quickly.  I swallowed the cock drool as he poured forth a
steady stream of precum, laving my mouth with its dew.
	I slid myself along his shaft, burying his meat in my throat until
I felt myself filled to completion, before rising again to taste the
results of my efforts as he drooled more juice into my hungry mouth.  But I
knew that he would not be long in cumming either.  I knew I had aroused his
interest earlier and now he was ready for the release.
	I bobbed my head along his cock, sliding it deeper and deeper into
my throat, tensing the muscles there to tease shivers of excitement along
his turgid member.  He started rocking forward, his knees shaking with the
effort at remaining upright.
	I made my move, grasping his snack sack and squeezing his balls
firmly, sending a shock through his body that culminated back where it
originated.  The thick juice I had been savoring became a flowing torrent
of cum as he exploded into my mouth, pint after pint sliding into my mouth
where it remained only a short time before I swallowed and felt it twist
its way down into my belly.
	I felt the heat of his load sliding down my throat and coming to
rest in my belly which became even more enflamed.  My own cock seemed to
take note of the additional cum reservoir being built up and decide that it
was time for some action of its own.
	Without touching myself I began spraying a load between my father's
legs, staining the boxer shorts that pooled among his jeans.  I shot three
times, each one a puddle of juice, and swallowed his cock in reflex each
time.
	Dad stayed with me the entire time, his cock sliding in and out of
my mouth as I climaxed.  As I finally collapsed, exhausted against the
sofa, he fell down next to me, his breathing ragged and strained.
	I had to keep swallowing, the remainder of his juice seeming to
fill my senses and my mouth with a sensation of pure liquid.  I gazed into
my father's eyes and knew that there was going to be a lot more between us
now than there had been before.  There was no more dreaming about Dad,
instead a joyous reality to be savored!


What do you think?  A fitting ending?  Let me know!

Rob