Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2007 14:25:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Spaulding <fathercandy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Dad Drunk, part 3

I was having a hard time controlling my sexual urges.  Seducing my best
friend's father proved easy.  Seducing a Sunday school teacher was even
easier.  I found myself getting cocky.  Looking at the men in my life,
imagining them willing sex partners.  The problem?  They were all married.
With kids.  And just one mistake on my part could lead to all sorts of
problems.

Of course, I was happy fucking around with Mr. Elliot -- Ted.  He called
once or twice a week.  I willingly submitted to what ever he wanted.  He'd
call.  I'd drop everything.  And he'd fuck me.  Simple as that.

Our trysts were dangerous.  The danger made them that much more
titillating. And yet, there never seemed even the slightest suggestion that
either Mrs. Elliot or Tyler had a clue about my relationship with
Mr. Elliot.

How's this for danger?  Tyler and I were studying for a big calculus exam.
We set up shop in his bedroom.  I did my best to focus.  But I found myself
waiting to hear Mr. Elliot's voice in the hall, greeting his family as he
got home from work.  After an hour of little focus, I heard what I wanted
to hear.

The door opened.  "Studying hard, Ty?"

"Too hard."

"Hey, Mr. Elliot."

"Alex.  How are you doing?  Gonna ace the test?  Tyler says you are a pro
at Calculus."

It was so easy for us to act the way we were supposed to act.  But I was
certain that Ted's erection filled his boxer shorts.

Mr. Elliot ducked out. Tyler went back to his studying.  My mind was
racing. I needed a plan.  I needed to kneel before Tyler's dad.  I needed
to feed from his cock.  I needed my best friend's father's cum.

I didn't have to wait long.  Tyler's door opened.

"Ty.  I know you're busy, but someone has to pick up Jacob.  He's at
Billy's house.  Your mom is getting her hair done."

"Dad.  I'm studying."

"And I'm waiting for a call from John Phillips.  Work. It's gotta take
precedence, Ty.  I'm sorry."  Mr. Elliot left.

Tyler got up.  Grumbled.

I looked up.  "You need me to come?"

"Nah.  Keep studying.  I'll be back in 15 minutes."

Fifteen minutes.  That's all?  Fuck.

Then.  "Ty, would you mind getting me some Dr. Pepper.  You don't have
any."

He put on his jacket.  "Since when do you drink Dr. Pepper?"

"I don't know.  I just feel like it."

He left the room.

I got up.  Walked out of the room.  Ted was walking down the hall.  He
gestured.  I went back into Tyler's room.

"Fuck."  Ted grabbed for me.  His tongue entered my mouth.  His hands went
to my ass.  He pulled me to him.  My hands found their way to his crotch.
His cock was rock hard.  Hugely rock hard.  I unzipped his pants.  My right
hand fondled his balls.  My left hand moved up and down his nine-inch
shaft.  I gasped with anticipation.

"We don't have a lot of time, Alex.  I just had to..."

"He's going to stop at the store.  I asked him to get some Dr. Pepper."

"Brilliant."  And Ted's tongue was back in my mouth.  I heard Tyler's car
pull out of the driveway.

Between kisses, he spoke.  "I'm going to fuck you on my son's bed."

My response?  I kissed him with more urgency and unzipped my jeans.  My
pants fell to my ankles.  Ted was prepared.  He squeezed lube onto his
hand, and soon his cock was slick.  He lubed my ass with his fingers, I got
on all fours, and Ted knelt behind me on his son's bed.

"Fuck you like a puppy, Alex."

Ted grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him.  I felt his cock, ready to
enter me.  I arched my back, grabbed Tyler's quilt, bit his pillow to
muffle my moans, and felt my best friend's father's cock work its way into
my ass.  Ted had been fucking me for a couple of months, but I still felt a
special sort of pain as he stretched my ass.  He was so thick and so long.
There was so much to feel.  I moaned.  Ted's fingers found their way to my
mouth. He pulled my head from Tyler's pillow.  I sucked.


"Fucking ride you on my son's bed.  Fuck..."

I could tell Ted was feeling a new sort of intensity.  I felt it too.  My
best friend's bedroom.  My best friend's father.  Ted got rougher.  He
pulled my hair.  His cock slid out of my hole.  There was no patience as he
re-entered me, piercing me again and again.  As always, I could feel Ted's
balls slap on my ass.  But Ted was fucking me with such intensity I could
hear them as they hit my ass.

"This fucking load is going straight up your pretty boy hole."  Ted
grunted.

He kept fucking.  He grunted more.  Both of his hands grabbed my waist.  He
lifted me towards him.  I arched into him, feeling his muscles and the hair
of his chest.  He pulled me tight.  And then he shoved me down, holding my
face into Tyler's bed.  For a moment, I couldn't breath.  And I couldn't
care less.  He shot his warm seed deep inside of me.  A few more thrusts
and Ted pulled out.

"Roll over."

I obeyed.  Ted knelt on the floor beside his son's bed.  He reached for my
cock.  A few months of practice and he had no problem swallowing all of my
cock.  He took it with a surprising ferocity.  And in no time I came
ferociously.  Ted swallowed my load.  He stood before me.  Still hard.
Still aroused.  Still crazy with lust.  He started stroking his cock.

"I got something for your mouth, pretty boy."

I knelt before him.  As Ted had proven before, he could come in rapid
succession.  I was ready to swallow as he stroked his cock before my face.
Even after these two months, I was infatuated with his cock, his hairy
crotch, his balls, his chest, his mouth, his ass.  I waited as the father
of my best friend aimed his cock into my open mouth.  His first shot hit my
cheek, but after that Ted's aim was perfect.  I swallowed his seed.  He
wiped his cum from my cheek with his hand.  And looking at me, he put his
cum covered fingers in his mouth, savoring his seed the way I had savored
it.

He pulled me up.  We kissed deeply.  The taste of cum fueling the intensity
of our kisses.

Between kisses we became pragmatic. "We gotta clean up."

"Yeah."  My tongue re-entered his mouth.

"We gotta..."

And then we heard Tyler's car.  Another car soon followed.

"That's all she wrote, baby."  Tyler's father kissed me one more time.
Gathered his clothes.  And left.  I made my way to Tyler's room to clean
myself - not before I straightened his bed...

Ty and I studied for a few more hours.  It was a big test and, once I had a
taste of Ty's father, I was able to concentrate enough to get something
done.  I left the Elliot's just before 10:00, making sure to say goodnight
to both Mrs. Elliot and Mr. Elliot.  They were in the family room, watching
the evening news.  I poked my head in and bade farewell.  Ted was sitting
in his easy chair.  Mrs. Elliot was curled up on the couch - asleep.  Ted
got up and walked me to the door.  Looking around, certain no one was
around, he bend down and kissed me.  Sweet.  Nice.  And I left the Elliot's
home - once again - with a boner raging in my jeans.

My parents go to bed early, and I didn't expect either of them to be awake
when I got home.  I let myself in, made my way to the television room, and
started flipping through the channels.

After I settled on an episode of Will and Grace, I heard movement in the
kitchen.  I got up and walked to the room.  Dad was standing at the
refrigerator wearing nothing but his boxer shorts.  The light from the
fridge silhouetted his body; I could see his firm shoulders, strong arms,
and muscled back.

"Hey, Dad."

My father turned around.  His solid chest, covered by a thick matt of
graying hair.  For a moment I allowed myself to travel the length of his
chest; my gaze ended at his boxer shorts - not before I saw the protrusion
of his cock outlined by the fabric of his boxers.  I glanced once more.
Quickly looked up and smiled.  He smiled in turn.

"You kinda scared me kid.  I didn't hear you come home.  All studied up?"

"Yeah.  What are you looking for."

"No idea.  I just feel like something sweet."

"Mom keeps the cookies in the cupboard."

"I know. I ate 'em already."

"Geez, Dad.  You gotta be careful you're gonna get big."

Dad smiled -- his face covered with a thick beard.  His hands moved to his
stomach.  He laughed as he slapped his gut.  "I've been eating too many
cookies my whole life.  I'm not stopping now."

He returned to the refrigerator.  I returned to the television room.  That
night, I had a different cock on my mind as I masturbated.  As Dad had
slapped his belly, the movement shook his body - including his cock.
Granted.  I saw nothing but his flaccid penis outlined by his boxer shorts.
But the movement told me what I had long been certain of - Dad has a big
cock.  As I stroked my own sizable cock, thoughts of his big cock fueled my
second orgasm of the evening...

My parents left for Vegas that Friday.  I'm a good kid.  They trusted me; I
wasn't the big party type.  That said, I had plans for the weekend, taking
full advantage of my parent's absence.

I got home from school at four.  Mr. Elliot was at the back door at 4:15.
He brought a twelve pack of beer.  And, -- as a special treat -- a bottle
of poppers.  We took our beers to the television room.  Our kisses were
interrupted only by swallows of beer.  We were soon naked.  I knelt before
Mr. Elliot's cock when he handed me the bottle of poppers.  I took a hit,
shocked at the way I responded.  I devoured his nine-inch cock.  He took a
hit.  His hands moved to my head.  He took control.  Forcing my head up and
down his shaft.  I gagged with pleasure., just as Mr. Elliot moaned with
pleasure.  I could tell he was close to cumming.  I also knew he liked
cumming in my ass.  I stopped sucking, anticipating his cock filling my
hole.

I got on all fours.  He knelt behind me.  Ready to enter me.  When I had a
different idea.  I stood up.  Took his hand.

"Follow me."

Ted followed.  I took him to my father's study.

I turned to him, grabbed his slick cock.  "I want you to fuck me on my
dad's office chair."

"Fuck, Alex.  You're getting kinky on me."  I knew he was excited.  He
pulled out my dad's chair, sat, and added more lube to his rock hard cock.

"You want to sit on this, Boy?"

"Fuck, yeah.  Sir."

He took a hit from his poppers.  Handed them to me.  I began to work his
cock inside me.  We had never fucked this way before.  But there was a
will, and we found a way. Soon I was riding his inches.  I was riding my
best friend's father's cock in my father's office.  This was too much.

Ted's hands moved to my cock.  They were slick with lube.  He began to jack
me off.  I leaned back.  He began to nibble my ears.

"You're quite the little pig, Alex.  Getting fucked in your daddy's office.
Surrounded by your daddy's stuff."

I could only moan with pleasure.

"I bet you'd like me to fuck you on his desk.  Wouldn't you baby?"

I kept riding him.  He kept stroking me.  It took all I had to speak.
"Fuck.  Yes, fuck me on his desk."

I rose from his lap.  He roughly cleared Dad's desk of Dad's papers and
stuff.  I got on my back, my legs in the air.  Mr. Elliot stood before me.
His beautiful cock was still rock hard.  His thick fingers played with my
asshole.

"You're gonna like this, Alex.  Just like I loved fucking you on Ty's bed."
He stopped speaking, and thrust his cock into me.  I gasped.  I looked into
Ted's eyes.  I loved looking into his face when he fucked me.  Even after a
few months, I was still in amazed by the passion we shared.  He bent down
to kiss me.  I opened my mouth to receive his tongue.  Instead, Ted spat.
His spit landed in my mouth.  I swallowed with pleasure.  Ted's fingers,
still slick with lube, went to my mouth. I sucked on them.

Ted could plunge so deeply.  His cocked stretched me.  It filled me.  And I
could tell he was ready to fill me with more than his penis.  He was ready
to shoot his semen deep inside of me.

"Fuck...you...baby..."  Ted grunted, and his seed filled my guts.  His
orgasm was too much for me.  I shot my load, too.  My cum flew.  Some of it
hit Dad's computer.  Most of it covered my chest.  Ted lowered himself to
feed from my chest.  He saw the cum on my dad's computer screen.  He used
his finger to wipe it from the screen.  His finger was slick with my cum as
it entered his mouth.  He ate.

We caught our breath.  We kissed.  We made our way to the kitchen to get
another beer.  Without speaking, we made our way to my parent's bedroom.
We crawled under the covers.  Ted pulled me to him.  It felt so good.  His
solid arms cradled me.  My head rested on his hairy chest.  He kissed my
head.  We spent a few minutes in perfect post-coital bliss.

Ted reached for his beer.

"Alex."  He cleared his throat.  "You ever seen Tyler naked?"

I looked at him.  Surprised at his question.

"Sure.  Gym class and everything."

He took another swallow from his beer bottle.

"I figured that, but I guess...like, have you ever seen him hard, or
anything."

It was my turn to take a drink.

"Ted.  Tyler is straight."

"Oh, I know that.  But I know kids do stuff.  And...And I was just
wondering."

"Well, yeah.  We had a couple circle jerks, and stuff."

Ted sat up.  Interested.  He took a hit from his poppers.

"Tell me more."

"We were like fourteen or something.  We found some of Todd's dad's porn.
Playboys and stuff."

"Yeah."  He obviously wanted me to continue.

"We jacked off.  We wanted to see who would cum first.  I came first.  But
Tyler shot the biggest load.  I remember it shot past his shoulder.  I only
remember because Todd freaked out.  Tyler's cum got on his parent's sofa."

"Alex... Does Tyler...Does Tyler have a big cock?"

"Geez, Ted.  Talk about kinky."

His voice was husky, deep with emotion.  "Yeah.  I know."  He took another
hit of poppers.

"Yeah.  Tyler has a big cock."  I squeezed his erection.  "It's gotta be
genetic."

"Did you and Tyler ever fool around?"

This was dangerous territory.  I had given Tyler a blow job.  About a year
ago.  He figured I was gay.  He was horny.  He though he'd see what it felt
like.  I was a willing experiment.  I happily sucked on his thick cock.  He
happily fucked my mouth.  He came.  I swallowed.  Tyler zipped up.  Said
thanks.  And that was that.  Except he made me promise not to tell anyone.

I could tell Ted was fascinated by all of this.  But I didn't want to
betray Tyler.  That said, I knew that the secret was safe with Ted.  HE had
the most to lose.

"Yeah.  I gave him a blow job once."

"Fuck."  Ted's hands moved to his cock.  He started playing with himself.

"Did he like it?"

"I guess. He fucked my face.  Came in my mouth.  And we went back to our
video game.  Kind of as simple as that."

"You ate my son's cum?"

"Yeah.  Tyler came and came.  He was horny.  I was horny, too.  But it was
enough just to swallow his cum.  I jacked off later."

"Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck."

"What, you have the hots for Tyler?"

Ted was silent for a moment.  Thinking.  "You know, Alex.  I think most
dads in the deepest recess of their minds, have a sexual fascination with
their children.  Just like most straight guys have a fascination with other
men.  It's just a matter of taking the leap."  He was silent for a moment.
"At least I think so."

We were silent for a moment.

"You ever fantasize about your dad, Alex?"

There was no need to keep secrets from Ted.  "Yeah."

"I guess that's natural, too.  I remember when I was a kid.  I used to get
a little horned up whenever I saw my old man naked.  Never admitted it to
myself, though."

I swallowed the last of my beer.  "I just started thinking about my dad.  I
guess I kind of wonder if you're right.  I'm pretty sure he knows I'm gay.
We just keep it secret from Mom.  You know how she is."

Ted laughed.  "Yeah.  I know how she is."

He reached for me.  Began to kiss me.

"I guess it's just something to think about."  After those words we sort of
stopped thinking.  And simply found pleasure in our bodies.  Ted fucked me
again.  And then fucked me once more before he left for the evening.

He had to go home.  I had plans to go out with Tyler after his baseball
game.