Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2011 16:05:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Spaulding <fathercandy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Dad Drunk, Part 10

I had gotten my Christmas present.  My best friend's father and I had
become lovers.  Our time together was as regular as we could make it.  But
now that my 18th birthday was just around the corner, I decided to play the
ultimate game.  I had gotten Ted drunk, seduced him, and released something
in him that he'd yet to cage.  I learned a lot about `straight' guys over
the past eight months; a few beers and all pretense (and labels)
disappeared.  A few beers and even the straightest guy -- Ted's son and my
best friend, Tyler -- would bone up and let another guy suck his cock.

I had reason to believe my dad might not be the straightest guy in the
world.  Our evening interlude -- a conversation and a hug that led to
mutual boners -- had happened a few weeks ago.  Nothing had occurred since
then to suggest that Dad remembered that night.  But I hadn't forgotten.
Hadn't stopped thinking about Dad's body and what his erection might have
meant.

I would be leaving for college a few days after my birthday, and my
birthday was only a few weeks away.  Though I had no desire to damage my
relationship with my father -- what could be more damaging than an
unsuccessful incestuous approach? -- I hoped for at least a moment ripe with
potential.  Seeing as Dad has never been known to abstain from drinking --
heavy drinking -- getting Dad drunk wasn't much of a problem.  The real
issue was getting him drunk in the right setting.


School was out for the summer, and as our time together began to come to an
end, my friends and I took every opportunity to hang out.  It was Cassie's
turn for the party.  Cassie and I had been friends for years.  Tyler had
since moved on to some other girl, but he and Cassie remained close.
Cassie's parents were pretty famous for their lack of supervision.  As
Tyler's story made clear, Cassie's dad was a sloppy drunk.  Her mom was a
bitch who cared only about herself.  Cassie and her slightly younger
brother pretty much did as they wished; their parties were famous.

It was a beautiful July night.  Cassie lived at the edge of a subdivision;
her backyard ran up against a pretty heavily wooded field.  Cassie's dad
had done his best to make the yard the perfect place to party, building a
gazebo, a fire-pit, and a hot tub.  When he wasn't using it with his
friends, Cassie or her brother were using it with theirs.

That night twenty of us were drinking beer, chewing the shit, and talking
trash.  Cassie's brother was there, too.  Jack was a year younger than
Cassie.  He played football with Tyler, and occasionally played
touchy-feely with me.  Yeah.  Jack was one the few boys my age that really
turned me on.  Already hairy, his stocky build was enhanced by a stocky
dick.  Jack and I first fooled around after one of Cassie's parties the
previous summer.  Since then, we've hooked up a couple of times.

I knew it was only a matter of time before Jack and I hooked up that night.
After an hour or two of beer drinking, Jack walked up to me and asked me if
I felt like getting another beer and hangout with him.  With beer in hand I
followed him inside the house.  Instead of going to his bedroom, we made
our way to the basement.  Jack closed the door behind him.  I turned to
watch him lock the door.  I followed him down the stairs.  I could clearly
hear the television playing in the family room that filled a portion of the
basement.

We entered the room, only to find it occupied.

"Hey, Dad."

"Hey, Jacko.  Bout time you came in from that party.  I was getting lonely
down here."

"Dad, this is Alex." Jack turned to me.  "Alex, this is my dad.  You can
call him Pete.  He doesn't like being called Mr. Kretschinski."

First of all.  Up to now, I had forgotten about Tyler's story.  How
Cassie's Dad had given him a blowjob a few months back.  Second, now that I
was in the locked basement with Jack and his Dad, I knew I had an exciting
night ahead of me.  Jack and his dad.  Both known cock suckers.

"Nice to meet you finally, Alex." Jack's Dad turned to the bar, reached for
a bottle of tequila, and poured three shots.  He gave one to me.  One to
Jack.  " Jack's told me I needed to meet you.  Glad I'm getting the chance.
Before you go off for college and all."

I looked at Jack, smiled, and whispered.  "You fucker."

He whispered back.  "Just you wait."

Like Jack, his dad was stocky.  A full beard suggested he was also hairy.
He raised his shot glass, glanced at me, at his son, "here's to a locked
basement."

No sooner did he finish his shot, and Jack's Dad, Pete, knelt before me.
Without a word, his hands went for my zipper.  In a matter of moments, my
thick throbber was out of my shorts and in his mouth.  It took me a few
seconds to take in everything.  In no more than three minutes, I had moved
from a party in Cassie's back yard, to a blowjob in Cassie's basement.

I watched as her father expertly took all of my inches.  No gag reflex,
just pure deep-throating.  After a minute of expert cock sucking, Pete
looked up at me.  "Jack's convinced he's the best cock sucker.  I know that
boy's wrong.  I been doing this for too many years.  You gotta help us
settle a bet."

I looked at Jack.  Looked at his father.  Smiled.  "You got it man."

Jack's Dad went back to my cock.  I watched as his son began to undress.
I've always admired Jack's thick body.  As his shirt left his body, I took
in the broad, hairy chest.  The treasure trail that pointed the way to the
trunk that filled his shorts.  Those shorts were soon removed as well.
Jack stood there naked.  All his thickness on display.

Pete's mouth left my cock.  He stood up.  "I got me one hell of a hot son,
don't I, Alex?"

"You sure as fuck do, Pete."

"You wanna watch me swallow his thick piece?"

I could only nod, as I watched Pete bend down to wrap his lips around his
son's meat.  I moved toward Jack, our lips met, our tongues danced, and his
father's mouth moved from Jack's cock to mine.

My moans of pleasure formed words. "How long you guys been doing this?"

"Since I was fifteen.  Dad wanted to wait."

"What do you mean, he wanted to wait."

"I wanted Dad at twelve.  He caught me watching him give a blowjob to one
of his buddies.  I wanted to join in.  He wouldn't let me.  He made me
wait."

Pete stopped sucking to join in the conversation.  "Didn't stop him from
messing around with my buddy, though."

Jack laughed.  "Yeah, Dave and I started fucking a few days after I caught
him with my dad.  I was a horny bastard."

"Seems like."

Pete got up, moved to the bar, brought the bottle of tequila back with him.
After taking a long swig, he gave the bottle to Jack.  We both took a swig
as we watched Pete take off his clothes.

Like his son, Pete is thick.  Like his son, Pete is hairy.  Both Jack and I
took time to admire the older man's body.  Pete sat down on the couch, and
beckoned us forward.  I was the first to kneel before his cock.  Fully
covered in pre-cum, his cock filled my mouth.  I felt his hands move to the
back of my head, and in no time, my head was moving up and down.  I gagged
more than once.  Saliva and pre-cum filled my mouth, and made a slick mess
at the base of Pete's cock.  Jack knelt next to me, and did his best to
find access to his dad's thick cock.

Pete pulled his dick from my mouth.  "You want some of this, Jacko?  Want
some of your dad's cock?  Afraid it's all gonna go down your friend's
throat?  Suck up, boy."

And suck Jack did.  His father was just as forceful with him, but he had no
problem swallowing all of his father's thickness.  I stood up, and made my
way onto the couch.  My dick only inches away from Pete's mouth.  In no
time, Pete was once again focused on my cock, swallowing all I had to give
him.

I was fascinated by the incest before me.  Two masculine men.  Their shared
build -- stocky, hairy, thick -- was so evident.  But they were clearly
lovers.  A father and son who were not afraid to partake of the other's
body.  Jack sucked his father's cock with pure lust.  I was certain he was
showing off, showing me that this cock -- his father's cock, a cock as thick
as a red bull can, a cock at least seven inches long.  This was the cock he
had trained on, the cock he had first learned to suck expertly.  His
father's spit slick dick slid in and out of his mouth, its veins thick with
sperm.

Pete's beard surrounded my cock.  Even as I admired the Kretschinski family
genes, I couldn't help but admire my own cock.  It too was thick.  It too
was long.  And, more importantly, it was very much admired by Cassie's
brother and Cassie's father.  Pete, Cassie's father, clearly loved my
cock's dimensions.  No teeth scraped my sensitive skin as his head --
accompanied by his own spit slick hand -- moved expertly up and down my
shaft.

I knew I was moments away from coming.  I told Pete.  His arms pulled me
closer to him, my cock deeper into his mouth.  I could feel the tingle as
the semen made its way up my shaft.  I began to fill Pete's mouth.  He
groaned with pleasure.  I looked down at his cock, still sliding in and out
of his son's mouth.  His body twitched.  The movement of Jack's head
changed, moving slower now, as his father's seed filled his mouth.

My orgasm had finished, but Pete continued to give attention to the last
dregs of my semen.  The man loved the taste of cum.  I watched as Jack
moved to kiss his father, both men still had cum on their lips.  They
kissed passionately, deeply. I watched as their tongues entwined; as Jack
tasted the remnants of my cum, his father tasted his own.

Jack still had to cum. He stood up, spat in his hand, and began to jack his
thick dick.  His father slid to his knees, his tongue ready to lap up his
son's jizz.  I too moved to my knees, the better to watch the son feed the
father.  Jack began to spurt thick cum all over his father's face.  Some of
it landed on his tongue.  Much of it covered his father's beard.  Once Jack
was finished, his father's mouth moved to the shaft of his penis, once
again doing his best to get the last drop of seed.

All three of us were spent.  Drunk.  We sat on the couch for a while,
cuddling, kissing.  Returning to the initial question: which Kretschinski
sucked the best cock?  I slyly told them I needed at least one more
experience in which to do the question justice.  They laughed, clearly
eager to recreate the evening's debauchery in the future.

Our cocks were starting to get hard again when I checked my watch and
realized I had missed my curfew.  My folks are rarely touchy about these
things -- sexual exploits aside, I'm a pretty good kid.  Still, I new their
trust depended on my being trustworthy.  I left the party, walked a few
blocks to my house, and did my best to walk in without making a sound.
Usually Mom and Dad were sound asleep when I came home, peacefully certain
that I would be home when I was told.

Though I'd had a few beers -- and a few shots -- at the party and in the
basement, I made it my bedroom without too many calls for alarm.  I had
just pulled off my t-shirt when there was a knock at the door.

I watched as the door opened slowly.  It was Dad.  Dressed for bed -- his
boxers -- he seemed relatively awake.  A beer bottle was in his hand.

"Caught you."

"Yeah.  I'm sorry."

"I know you are.  No big deal.  Nothing your mother needs to know about."

Everything is a big deal for her.  I thanked him.

He moved to my bed.  Sat down.  Put his bottle on my nightstand.  Dad
seemed eager for a conversation, not a reprimand.  "So, what were you up to
tonight?"

"Cassie had a party."

"Cassie?  Do I know her?"

"She used to date Tyler."

Dad laughed.  "THAT'S a big help.  Everyone used to date Tyler."

"Too true." I took off my shorts.

"Those are some sharp briefs, Sport.  How much did they cost us?"

They were nice.  AussieBoy.  Fit the ass and the crotch perfectly -- at
least the asses and the crotches of the models in their ads.

"I bought `em myself.  With graduation money."

Dad looked at my briefs.  (And ass and crotch -- they were pretty
accentuated.)  "You bought underwear with the money you got from your
graduation party?"

"Yeah.  These are what the cool guys are wearing." I forced a laugh.  In
light of Dad's interrogation, I was a little worried they might seem a
little too gay.

"The cool guys?" Dad stood up.  Struck a pose.  "In my day, the cool guys
wore boxers." He laughed as he flexed his muscles, assuming some sort of
cool-guy-wearing-boxer pose.

This time I laughed for real.  "Well, cool has obviously changed, Dad."

"Sure has.  I couldn't imagine walking around in those things.
Everything'd be all scrunched up.  My dick wouldn't be able to breath."

"Your dick doesn't breath, Dad."

"Sure does, why do you think I got this handy-dandy open fly on these
boxers." Dad's hands moved to his crotch and -- I shit you not -- he spread
his fly as far apart as it could go.  And sure as shit, his dick came out
to breath.

I'd seen Dad's cock before. When I was a little kid we'd shower together.
Change together.  Recently I'd peed next to him at public toilet, and
glanced at Dad's dick more than once as he peed.  And only a few weeks ago,
I had seen the outline of his erection as he stood at the doorway, wishing
me a good night, before making his way to bed.

This time everything was different.  Dad was drinking.  Drunk.  His cock
was hanging out of his boxers.  The smile on his face suggested he was
completely satisfied with his little show.

Dad looked down at his exposed penis.  Laughed.  "Suppose that was a little
inappropriate." His right hand moved to put his cock back into his boxers.

I was speechless.  Shocked by Dad's behavior.  But also so fucking psyched
by his display.  I just stared as my father's cock returned to the relative
safety of his underwear.

He sat back down, and looked at me as he took a long sip from his beer
bottle.  "You know, those briefs of yours look good on you.  They were
worth the money."

Of course, by this time my briefs seemed pretty fucking tight.  I had the
sense to sit down before my cock grew to its full length and girth.  I
reached for Dad's beer.  Using the few seconds it took to calm down.

"You oughta give a guy a warning before you do that, Dad." Humor.  The
go-to in any awkward situation.  The way to hopefully defuse the situation.
The way back to normal.

Dad took his beer from me.  Finished it.  "Who told you you were old enough
to drink?"

"You did, about six months ago when you gave me a beer for the first time."

He thought for a moment.  "Oh, yeah.  I did."

We sat in silence for a while.  I couldn't move; my erection filled the
front of my briefs; all inches were on full display.  Dad remained equally
still.

Finally, after a few minutes.  He looked at me.  "I've been thinking.
You're birthday is coming up in a few weeks.  And then you're off to
college.  We should do something special.  Just the two of us."

I swallowed hard.  "I'd like that."

Dad stood up, quickly turning to the door.  "I'll plan something.  Maybe
it'll be a surprise." Dad quietly walked out the door.  And I went to work.
A little spit.  A few moments of friction.  And my belly was covered by a
stream of jizz.

Even after my orgasm -- my second orgasm of the night -- I had a hard time
falling asleep ....

My birthday was only ten days away.