Date: Fri, 25 May 2007 20:22:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Spaulding <fathercandy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Dad Drunk, Part 5

Dad's 50th birthday.  I had just returned from my session with Mr. Jenkins
and Jimmy.  My ass, still feeling the stretch of Jimmy's black cock, was a
constant reminder of the loads I had taken and given that evening.  And now
Dad wanted me to have a birthday drink with him.

"Get yourself a glass, Alex."

I hesitated.  Dad and Mom hadn't allowed me to drink before.

"Don't worry.  Mom won't know, and I don't care.  It's my birthday, for
Christ's sake."

I went to the kitchen, got a glass, and filled it with ice.  I moved towards
Dad.  He was sitting in his boxer shorts.  I couldn't help but admire his
chest.  And though I tried to keep my gaze from moving toward the fly of his
boxers, I failed completely.  While Dad was concentrating on filling my
glass with his whiskey, I got a peak at Dad's crotch.

Of course, I'd seen Dad naked.  As a little boy he would shower with me;
Mom told him make certain I actually got clean.  But a little boy's reaction
to a big man is always accompanied by awe.  Awe at the body hair.  Awe at
the size of the penis Ð even if the penis is only a few inches bigger than the
boy's.  I was awed by my dad then.   Now I could only imagine that the hair
extending down his chest, trailing past the band of his boxers, culminated in
a hairy crotch.  Just as I could only imagine that the bulge I had occasionally
and over the years seen in Dad's jeans culminated a sizable cock.

Look as I did, nothing was revealed.  Sure the fabric stretched across his
balls.  Sure tufts of hair peaked through the slit of his boxers.  But that was
all I got.  No cock.

I moved to the couch across from Dad.  Raised my glass.  "Happy Birthday,
Dad."

Dad raised his glass in turn.  "Thanks, Son. I'm proud of you."  Dad's words
seemed slurred. His exaggerated focus and obvious hesitation when pouring
my drink suggested he had had enough to drink.  Another drunk Dad.

But this time it was my own.  And though my experience with older men
indicated that some certainly enjoyed the young boy on occasion.  Nothing
my father did (or had ever done) suggested that any randy youth could
seduce him.

Dad poured himself another drink.  "This is probably it for me tonight.  I
think I had a bit too much.  Your mom won't know that you've had a drink,
but she sure as hell will smell it on me."

I got up.  I too had had enough.  Dad had no idea how much I'd had.

"I'm gonna turn in, too.  Goodnight, Dad."

"What?  No birthday kiss?"

What????  Birthday kiss???

"Remember, when you were a little boy, Alex.  Every night, I'd get a kiss
goodnight from you.  I sometimes miss that, Son."

"Yeah, I sometimes miss it, too."

Dad laughed.  "Yeah, we all grow up.  Some of us grow old."

"Your NOT old Dad."

"Well, thanks, Alex."  Dad walked towards me, to give me a hug.
"Goodnight, Son."

I felt his muscles as he hugged me.  Dad was solid.  His hug was strong.

"Goodnight, Dad."

Dad's hug shifted.  He looked at me.  He bent his head towards mine.  I
looked at him, and moved my lips toward his.  Our lips met.  Just briefly.
But it was a kiss.

"Happy birthday, Dad."

Dad looked at me.  "Thanks, Alex."

Dad turned around and went to the bedroom he shared with Mom.

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I slept like a log that night.  After I made myself cum one more time.  This
time relishing every moment of Dad's birthday kiss.  Not much of a kiss.
But it was more than enough to fuel my masturbatory fantasy,

By the time I woke, Mom and Dad were already at the pool.  After I had my
coffee, I joined them.  No sign of the Jenkins.  Good.  Maybe I could control
my boner for once and read the book I'd brought with me.  The sun rose; its
rays destroying my body's memory of the winter back in Chicago.  I basked.
And remembered last night.  Fuck.  Mr. Jenkins.  Jimmy.  Too hot.  I found
myself looking for Mr. Jenkins, hoping to see him, hoping to get another
hour or two of his company.

Instead.  Chad, his son, showed up.  Chad and I had gotten stoned yesterday,
and, though this could be the pot talking, I was pretty sure that Chad was
figuring me out.  Two attractive guys.  No girlfriends to speak of.  Though I
have a real thing for older guys, I know I had a boner when our conversation
ended.  Chad may have been in high school, but his stocky build and body
hair proved he was already a man.

"Hey, Chad.  We were wondering were your family had gone."  Mom.  Ever
the welcome wagon.

"Oh, they went shopping.  Mom loves those knick knack things.  Dad goes
where she tells him to go."

"Well, you are more than welcome to spend the day with us.  We got
nothing planned today, but I think we are going to do the knick knack thing
tomorrow." She looked at Dad.  He saw the look.  And, like Mr. Jenkins, I
guess Dad figured he'd have to do as he was told, too.

After an hour or two moving between the pool and the pool chairs, Chad
asked if I'd like to do something.  He seemed a little bored.  And I knew I'd
had enough.

We got up, and I followed him.  He led me back to their suite.  He asked if I
wanted a coke.  He asked if I wanted to get stoned.  I said yes to both.  In a
matter of minutes Chad and I were once again talking the talk of stoned
youth.

"So.  No girlfriend?"

"Nope."

Chad passed me the joint.  I inhaled.  Chad continued with his questions.

"Ever have one?"

I exhaled.  "Nope."

"How come?"

I was stoned enough.  "I'm into guys."

Chad took a hit.  Looked at me as he held his breath, doing his best to get the
best out of his mediocre marijuana.  He exhaled.

"No fuck."

"Yep."

"Do you mess around with your buddies?"

I wasn't stoned enough, so I tweaked the truth.  "Sure.  A blow job's a blow
job."

He laughed.  "I guess you're right."

"You ever mess around with guys."

"Yeah, I got a blow job once from a guy."

"D'you like it?"

"A blow jobs a blow job, right?"

The Chad's hot body, our conversation, and the pot were making me hard.   I
figured there was no reason to hide the boner.  I adjusted myself.  Chad
watched.

"You wanna fuck around now?"

"You mean you'll give me a blow job?"

"If that's what you want."

My eyes moved to his crotch.  Like mine, his swimsuit did a piss poor job
hiding his arousal.  Chad's hands moved to his swimsuit's waistband.  He
untied his suit.  And pulled out his cock. He held it towards me.  More than
ready to receive my mouth.

I looked and I liked.  His cock was thick.  Not so long. Ð five maybe six
inches.  But what it lost in length it made up in girth.  I wondered if I'd be
able to take him in my mouth.

I moved to my knees.   He was rapt, waiting for his blowjob.  My hand
entered the fly of his swimsuit.  I pulled out his balls.  Nice hairy sack.  I
started by licking  his balls, savoring the smell of his crotch.  My hand
stroked his cock.  I raised my head and bent over his cock.  I opened my
mouth.  My tongue licked his piss slit.  I opened wide and I began my
descent.  It wasn't easy, but I had soon swallowed most of him.  His hands
moved to my head, holding it in place.  My tongue moved along his shaft.  I
raised my head.  No pressure from Chad.  And I began to blow Mr. Jenkins'
son.  Both Jenkins had nice cocks.  But there the similarities seemed to end.
Mr. Jenkins was loud, enjoying sex talk, gasping, moaning, swearing.  Chad
just laid back and enjoyed my attention.  His hands had moved to his chest;
he was playing with his nipples.  Chad may have been only 17, but he had
the chest hair of a man.  My hands moved to his chest.  I tweaked his nipple.
Tugged his hair.

After a few minutes, Chad's breathing got heavier.  His hands moved with
my head, increasing the speed with which I swallowed his cock.

"I'm cumming."

Chad made to pull out.  My hands stopped him.

"You want it?"

The movement of my head was my answer.

Chad began to squirt in my mouth.  He filled me.  I swallowed, and still he
shot some more.  Both father and son came buckets.  That's a good thing:  I
like cum.

I finished Chad off.  Licking his shaft, doing my best to eat the last of his
sperm.  I squeezed his cock one last time, milking the last of his cum.  My
tongue licked the tip of his cock.  Chad's blowjob was over.

Chad caught his breath.  "Thanks, man."

He pulled up his shorts, tied them properly, and sat back in his chair.  "You
want another hit?"

The afternoon continued in haze of smoke.  It ended when I went back to our
suite for a nap.



That night we had dinner with the Jenkins.  It was obvious that Chad had no
difficulty hanging with me.  His nonchalance was appreciated.  As I got to
know him, I got to like him more and more.  He was a good guy.  Funny.
Smart.  And Ð I was hoping -- perpetually horny.  I planned to suck his cock
again before the week was over.

I was also pleased with Mr. Jenkins' calm demeanor.  He shook my hand.
Engaged in small talk.  And no one was the wiser.  Of course, I caught a few
looks.  And when he got up to use the restroom, his hand rested Ð however
briefly Ð on my shoulder.

Dinner ended.  Our parents kept drinking.  Chad and I went back to his suite.
Watched a movie.  Got stoned.  And waited for our parents to call it a night.
Chad's Mom and Dad Ð and brother and sister -- came in around 11:30.
Both of Chad's parents were happy drunks.  We chatted for a while.  I saw
Chad's mother frown as she smelled Chad's pot.  But nothing was said.

Chad's mom turned in for the night.  Chad's dad decided to sit with us for a
while.  I couldn't believe how calm he was.  I had fucked him the night
before.  And now he was shooting the shit with his son and me.  After a few
moments of silence, Mr. Jenkins looked at Chad.

"How about a hit for your old man?"

"Sure."

Chad gave his dad the rest of the joint he and I had smoked.  Mr. Jenkins lit
up like a pro.  This family.  Rather different than my own.  But, I figured, I
knew both of the Jenkins men quite well.  And I wasn't surprised that they
had a few surprises up their sleeves.

Chad got up to use the bathroom.

Mr. Jenkins got up to kiss me.  His tongue entered our mouth.  I was
nervous.  But I was also horny.  My hand reached for his cock, I stroked it
through his shorts.  He was rock hard.

"We got to find a way to take care of this."

"You name the time and the place, Mr. Jenkins.  I'll be there."

He laughed.  "Good boy."

We heard the toilet flush.  Mr. Jenkins returned to his chair.  He used a
pillow to hide the erection that his shorts couldn't hide effectively.

We smoked some more.  And I found myself racked with lust.  Mr. Jenkins.
Chad Jenkins.  I had been with both of them.  Both men had no problems
with the attentions I had lavished on them.  Hell, I fucked Mr. Jenkins.  He
loved every inch of my attentions.

I took another hit.  And I got bold.

I exhaled.  Looked at Chad.  He caught my stare and held it.

"You want another blow job, Chad?"

Silence.  Neither father nor son spoke.  Neither father nor son moved.

So I moved.  Just as I had done that afternoon, I knelt before Chad.  He
looked at me.  His look told me he wanted it.  Then he looked at his Dad.
That look was filled with fear.  Shame.  Confusion.

My hands reached for his crotch.  My guess was correct.  He was rock hard.
I unzipped his shorts, and pulled out his cock.  I turned to look at Mr.
Jenkins.  He stared at his son's erection.  And then he looked at me.  After a
few moments, he nodded.

That was all I needed.  I gave Chad a blowjob.  Chad was even more passive
than he had been this afternoon.  But his fear, shame, and confusion had no
bearing on his boner.  He stayed hard.  His breathing got heavy.

Every once and a while my attention moved to Mr. Jenkins.  He massaged
his cock through his shorts.  I looked at Chad.  He was also staring at his
father.  Fascinated with his arousal.

"I'm gonna cumÉ"

I turned to look at Mr. Jenkins.  His hands continued to stroke his cock
through the fabric of his shorts.  I decided to give him a show, let him see his
son shoot his load.  And then let him see me eat it, just as I had eaten his.

"Fuck.."  Chad was ready to shoot.  My hands move to Chad's cock, slick
with my spit.  I stroked him.  And he came.  His first jet of semen landed on
his shirt, the rest of his cum covered the hair of his crotch.  I looked at Mr.
Jenkins.  His gaze moved from Chad's cum covered crotch.   He caught my
eye.  My gaze never shifted.  My head rose to Chad's shirt.  The whole while
I ate, I looked at Mr. Jenkins, wanting him to see me savor his son's semen.
When I had cleaned the cum that covered his shirt.  I moved to his crotch.
When I finished, I looked at Mr. Jenkins.

"Your turn."


I moved to Mr. Jenkins. I pulled him to his feet. Got on my knees.   Freed
his cock.  And, just as I had the night before, I swallowed his inches before
an attentive audience.  I looked at Chad.  He was fascinated.  His father was
getting a blow job.  He could only watch.  As I sucked the father, I saw his
eyes fixed intently on his son.  I can only imagine what he was
communicating.

My hands massaged his ass cheeks.  I turned him.  Making sure that Chad
couldn't only see the back of my head.  I wanted him to see his father's
erection.  I wanted him to see the size of his father's penis.  I made sure Mr.
Jenkins was in profile.

It took only a minute and Mr. Jenkins was filling my mouth with his semen.
Just as Chad's cum was part of the show, I wanted to be certain Chad saw
his father's cum.  I let Mr. Jenkins' cum spill from my mouth.  I let Mr.
Jenkins' last burst of seed hit my cheek.  I made sure that both father and son
saw the father's cum on my face.  And then I cleaned my face.  Savoring the
seed of the older Jenkins just as I had savored the seed of his son.

I looked at Chad.  He was still rock hard.

I stood up, undid my shorts, and I began to jack off.  Part of me hoped that
one of the Jenkins would service me, but I also knew that neither was willing
to let the other know he could engage in sex with another man.  It was one
thing to be the passive recipient.  It was another to suck cock.  I enjoyed the
sight of both cocks Ð both still erect.  I was ready to shoot.  Making certain
both men would see my load, I let loose.  My cum hit the coffee table, a few
drops landed on Mrs. Jenkins' People magazine.  But neither father nor son
cared.  They were still too caught up in the reality of my orgasm.

I finished.  I looked at Mr. Jenkins. His cock was still hard.  His hand was
still stroking it.  The same was true with Chad.  I knew what I hoped would
happen.  I hoped father and son would start messing around with each other.
But no one made a move.  And after a few moments, Mr. Jenkins put his
cock back where it belonged.  Chad followed suit.  And so did I.  Our fun
was over.

Now it was only a matter of their reaction.

We were a silent for a while.  The silence started to freak the fuck out of me.

"You guys OK?"

Silence.

I was really freaking out.  What if they told my parentsÉ

Finally Mr. Jenkins spoke.  "Are you OK, Chad?"

Chad looked at his Dad.  "Yeah.  I guess."

Silence.  I had to speak.  "A blow job's just a blow job, right?"

Chad looked at me.  Cracked a smile.  "Right."

Mr. Jenkins laughed a little.  "Whew.  Now that that is taken care of, anyone
mind if I go to bed?"

I got up.  "Yeah, I need to go back to our rooms.  My parents will wonder
where I am."

I walked to the door.  Mr. Jenkins followed me.

"You are a sick little fuck, you know that?"

"Yeah."

"You got balls, man.  You got balls."

I laughed.  "You outta know."

Mr. Jenkins smiled.  Slapped my ass.  "I'll see you tomorrow."