Date: Sat, 24 Apr 2010 19:59:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Spaulding <fathercandy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Dad Drunk, Part 9

I got both of us a beer.  Looking at the bottles surrounding Dad, it was
obvious he had drunk quite a bit.

"Is everything OK, Dad?"

He took a long swallow.  "Sure.  What makes you think we gotta problem?"
Another swallow.

A moment of silence.

"I'm sure your mother's pleased as punch she's going to be a grandmother.
It just makes me feel so fuckin' old."

Two things went through my head.  First: my sister's finally going to have
the baby she and Steve have wanted for years.  Second: Dad was so drunk he
was dropping the f-bomb like a teenager.

"Come on, Dad."  I laughed, drank some beer, and continued, "you know
you're not old.  52 is not old."

Dad laughed mid swallow, choking a little.  It was our old joke.  He wasn't
52, only 50, but I've always teased him by exaggerating his age.  Never a
particularly funny joke, just part of our shtick.

As he told me about Christina's news - and I was happy to know I was
finally going to be an uncle - I enjoyed looking over his underwear-clad
body.  At 50, Dad still looked and acted like a virile man.  I had never
seen him slow down.  Though his job had him sitting at a desk most of the
day, he always found time to get some exercise, even if that exercise was
mowing the lawn or raking leaves.  Usually though, he found time to swim.
He taught me to swim at an early age, and it has always been our exercise
of choice.

As I listened, Dad finished his beer.  He stood a little unsteadily, his
hand moved to his crotch to adjust his fly.  As boxers are prone to do, the
fly had opened -- however briefly -- as he stood.  For a moment I gazed
longingly at the open slit, pleased to see some skin, happy to know that
skin was my father's cock.  I watched as he adjusted himself, though fully
covered by the cloth of his boxers, the work of his hands allowed for
another view of his cock; its outline revealed in the way the cloth
stretched over its fullness.  I doubted Dad had a boner - I'm sure I would
have seen more of his cock than I did if he had been erect - but I sure
felt a surge of lust seeing what I could see.

Dad looked at me.  Wished me good night.  And made his way to bed.

Without thinking, I got up.

"You need a hand, Dad?"

He turned to me.  He smiled.  "So that's it.  I'm too fuckin' old and too
fuckin' drunk to make it up to bed."

I moved to him, thinking I'd offer some support by letting him lean on me.
Instead, he pulled me towards him.  His hug was firm.  His right hand moved
to my head.  As he tussled my hair, he whispered into my ear.  "I do love
you, Alex."

His mouth moved to my forehead.  He kissed me.

I mumbled, "I love you too, Dad.  Really."

His laugh was low.  Once again, he whispered into my ear. "You love me,
really?  What's that supposed to mean?  Really?"

Without thinking, I settled into him.  Our bodies as close as they had been
since I was a child.  I didn't even pause to consider that such closeness
would reveal the boner that filled my pants.

Dad accepted my hug, pulling me even closer.  After a moment, he whispered
again.  "Ah, that's what you mean by really."

He kissed my forehead one more time.  Left our embrace.  And turned to make
his way out of the room.  In silence, I watched him walk away.  In the
doorway, he turned around, faced me.  His buzz gone, his words no longer
slurred.  "I love you, too.  Really."

Left in the living room, surrounded by empty beer bottles, there was so
much to comprehend.  As powerful as Dad's words were.  The erection that
clearly filled his boxer shorts said even more, spoke more loudly, and
changed my life.

Over the next five minutes, remembering the lessons I had learned from my
time with Ted and his stepfather, I told myself it was time to plan my 18th
birthday.  Time to start planning my birthday present.


Good thing my birthday was a few months away.  The next morning started
early.  My cell phone started ringing at 6:30.  I let it ring for a while,
but the caller was insistent.  Finally, a little after 7:00, I answered.

"Where the fuck have you been, Alex?"

"Good morning to you, too, Tyler."

Clearly Tyler was upset.  It took me a while to gather my wits about me,
but I learned the jist of Tyler's passion within a few moments; his
girlfriend dumped him last night.

This was nothing new.  Tyler was a serial dater, a pro at the hook-up.
Girls didn't seem to mind, as his numerous conquests never gave him the
cold shoulder after the hook-up was finished.  His most recent
"girlfriend", Cassie, was almost significant enough to have been a
"girlfriend" without the quotation marks.  The urgency in his phone call
suggested the end of his relationship with Cassie was a break-up, not just
the end of a meaningless high school flirtation.

After he filled me in on the details, he moved to his request.

"Could we hang out today?  I don't know, maybe even drive up to my
grandparent's cabin or something."

Now that I was awake, having relived the night's events as I listened to
Tyler's tragedy, I realized I wasn't exactly ready to meet Dad without a
beer or two.  Besides, I've always loved leaving the city and Tyler's
grandparent's cabin was only two hours north.  And, regardless of my
illicit affair with his father (and step- grandfather...), Tyler was my
best friend.

I left the house early.  Both Dad and Mom were in the kitchen.  Both read
the paper over their coffee.  Both were surprised I was awake.  And both
were willing to let me leave for a couple of days.

Nothing was odd.  Dad acted as if nothing had happened the night before.
Mom got up to hug me goodbye.  Just as I was walking out the door, Dad
raised his voice.  "What, the old man doesn't get a hug?"

He walked over towards me, hugged me close.  As he let me go, he smiled,
winked, and told me to have a good time.


Tyler and I got to his grandparent's cabin by noon.  There was no need to
plan any activities.  We'd been coming here for ten years, almost always
together, and we had a routine from which we rarely varied.  It was too
cool to swim, but we fished for a few hours.  Getting stoned as we filled
the hours of an easy afternoon.

Once night fell, we moved into the cabin, and raided the liquor cabinet -
Tyler's grandparent's never seemed to gauge just how much liquor they had,
so they never seemed to notice that it "evaporated" so quickly.

Tyler had been pretty good all day.  Not boring me with details of his
heartbreak.  Sorry for the cynicism, but I've known Tyler too long.  Like
me, he's a horny high school student.  Both Tyler and I would fuck anyone
who would let us.  As the night wore on, however, Tyler seemed to think he
needed to reminisce.  He and Cassie had only been "dating" for a month, but
after a few minutes listening to their love life, I grew impatient.
Getting each of us another rum and coke, I urged Tyler's story forward.

"So, how was the sex?"

No pause.  The topic was not taboo.  "She gave the best head, ever.
Seriously, Alex.  She loved cock."

I handed Tyler his drink.  Laughed.  "I doubt it was the best blow job
ever.  And, there is no fucking way she likes cock better than me."

Oh yeah, Tyler - like all of my friends - knows I'm gay.  I had a pretty
easy coming out process.  Tyler was a big help in leading the charge in
accepting me as gay.

"Yeah, but you don't get much practice.  She sucked my cock once a day."

I laughed.  "I know you are exaggerating.  And how the fuck do you know how
much practice I get?"

Now it was his turn to be intrigued.  "What, you've been sucking cock and
not telling me."

"Maybe."

"You fucker.  I can't believe you keep secrets from me."

"Maybe you've been so busy getting blow jobs from Cassie that I haven't had
much of an opportunity to tell you about my exploits."

"Maybe."  He laughed.  "No better time than the present."

Of course, there was no way in hell that I was going to tell Tyler anything
about my adventures with his father.  But there were still enough stories I
could tell.  Granted, though they were stories about my sex life, I kept
them pretty PG-13.  No dads, no step-grandfathers, just boys and a few
college-aged men

"Dude, remember when you gave me that blow job last year?"

Of course I remembered.  I just wondered why Tyler was bringing it up now.

"Duh, man.  You think I'd forget?"

"What, was my cock that memorable?"

It was.  But that wasn't something I was going to tell someone as arrogant
as Tyler.


"Look, Ty.  How many guys get a chance to give their best friend a blowjob?
With no strings attached?"

"Damn right.  There were no strings attached."

Tyler's hands had clearly moved to his crotch.  And I knew exactly where we
were going.  I watched for a moment as he rubbed the boner that filled his
jeans.  He knew I was watching and loved performing.

"So."

"So."

"Still no strings attached?"

"Still no strings."

I watched as he unzipped his jeans, eager to free his erection.  He stood
up, his cock escaping his boxer shorts.  Unlike the last time Tyler and I
had messed around, it was obvious that Tyler had no hesitation.  I figured
he'd realized that a blowjob's a blowjob.

And so I got on my knees and my best friend moved towards me.  He stroked
his cock as he approached.  I opened my mouth, and in he slid.

I had never stopped thinking about Tyler's cock.  It really was something
to be proud of.  Something to please the girls - and, if he ever let it
happen - please the boys.  Clearly, I like daddy-cock, but Tyler's piece is
just too nice to pass up.

My goal as I sucked his many inches?  I wanted to amaze him with my
cocksucking skill.  The first time I had gone down on Tyler, I had a hard
time taking much of his cock.  I gagged.  I know my teeth impeded his
pleasure.  Of course, that was because it was pretty fucking thick.  I'd
say the size of a 12 oz. Red Bull can.  (Think about taking that in your
mouth...)

Now, as the "red bull can" slid into my practiced mouth, I didn't gag, I
didn't scrape his sensitive skin with my teeth.  Rather, I found the
ability to swallow his cock all the way to the base.

"Man.  Fuck.  You're taking all of it..."

His voice indicated just how amazed he was.  The fact that his hands were
firmly placed on the back of my head, guiding me as mouth moved up and down
his inches.  My hands were massaging his tight ball sack.  Occasionally, an
errant finger would slide past the ball sack and find the soft, hairy place
that existed between Tyler's balls and his asshole.

Of course, I was not just enjoying the huge cock fucking my face.  I
couldn't help but enjoy the knowledge that this boy's father had fucked my
face one night previously.  Both the father and the son had found pleasure
in my mouth.

Tyler kept his cock in my mouth, but his hands now moved to his t-shirt.  I
watched as he removed it.  He stepped back.  His cock left my mouth.  I
watched as he removed his pants.  In a few moments, Tyler stood before me,
fully naked, fully erect, clearly enjoying this foray into gay sex.

He looked at me.  His hands stroking his still spit-slicked cock.

"What?"

"You like that?"

"Fuck.  Alex.  You have had practice."

"Better than Cassie?"

"Way better, Dude.  Way better."

"Thought so."

Tyler sat down on the sofa.  I moved myself so I could once again enjoy my
best friend's boner.  Of course, there was more to enjoy than Tyler's cock.
He really had a great body.  Blond hair covered his head, chest, and
muscular legs.  I found myself wanting to feel his body.  My hands moved to
his chest, massaging his nipples.  Even as I savored his penis, my hands
moved from his chest to his ass.  Perfect melons covered in blond fuzz.

"Fuck, Alex... No one's ever swallowed all of my cock before."

I couldn't help but think, that's the same thing your Dad said to me the
first time I swallowed all of his inches after weeks of practice.

I moved Tyler, allowing access to his ass.  Regardless of the number of
hook-ups he'd had in the past, I doubt any girl had tongue fucked his fuzzy
pucker.  His perfect melons, and the even more perfect fuzz-covered valley
between them, was mine for the tasting.  My tongue entered the valley
first.  Savoring the salty taste of sweat.  Tyler's moans told me he was
enjoying my attentions.  A finger joined my tongue and Tyler's moans
increased.

"My god...What the fuck are you doing, man? ... Fuuuuuuckkk"

Both his cock and his asshole were slick with my spit.  My finger continued
to play with is hole, but my mouth went back to his cock.

"Yeah, God Damn!!!  Put that finger inside of me."

What the fuck?  I need no urging.  I slowly slid a finger into Tyler's
hole.  He gasped, but was clearly enjoying my ministrations.  My mouth was
moving up and down the whole of his cock, and my index finger was probing
his previously unprobed sphincter.  I removed my finger from his ass, only
to put it in my mouth, making it that much more slick, that much more easy
to slide into Tyler's very tight ass.

My finger continued its probe.  My mouth continued its movements.  And
Tyler's pleasure was building.

"Oh, man.... I'm gonna fucking cum...."

He made to move his cock from my mouth - assuming I had no desire to eat
his cum - but I had other intentions.  I continued working his cock,
continued moving my head up and down, using my tongue to play with his
piss-slit.  And I waited for the first taste of my best friend's cum.

Tyler came explosively.  Filling my mouth so quickly and with so much
semen, that I did gag.  And still he came.  And still I did my best to
swallow all I could.

When he was finished filling me with his seed, I made to stand up.  Not
sure what was next.

"Oh Dude, please play with my ass a little more."

I needed no more urging.  My tongue returned to his beautiful pucker.  As I
tongue fucked my best friend, I feel him jerking off.  His right hand
beating a rhythm on my back.  I kept licking.  He kept jacking.  In a few
moments he reached his second orgasm in a matter of minutes.  I could feel
his hot cum cover my back.

He moved my head from his ass.  "Here Man, lick me clean."  I obliged.

Once Tyler was finished, I figured we were finished.

As I got up, Tyler spoke.  "Look, Alex.  I mean, I'm not going to suck you
or anything, but you can jack off.  You gotta be boned up."

So as I undid my pants and settled on the chair across from Tyler, I spat
in my palm and started jacking off.

"You got a nice piece, Dude."  He paused.  "Not that I'm into cock or
anything.  But it's pretty big. "

Tyler watched as I jacked off.

And then he started telling me a story.

"You know, Cassie's Dad gave me a blowjob."

My hand stopped moving.  "What...the...fuck???"

"Yeah.  Pretty crazy."

"Crazy?  Fuck.  What happened?"

"It was pretty simple, I guess.  I dropped Cassie off.  Walked her to the
door.  Kissed her good night and all.  I guess I was pretty horned up, cuz
when she walked in the house, I need to adjust myself and everything.  All
of a sudden, I heard a voice.  'You got something in those pants boy?'"

"It was Cassie's Dad.  He was sitting in a lawn chair, on the porch, but
kinda hidden cuz of her mom's plants and all.  He took a drag from his
cigarette, and raised a bottle to his lips.  'You want some of this?'"

"I was like what the fuck, man.  But I really liked Cassie, you know.  And
I liked her Dad.  And, like, who am I to turn down a drink."

He laughed.  And took another sip of rum and coke.

I just kept jacking off.  Stopping only to add a little more spit to my
hand.

"So, like we started drinking and shit.  And all of a sudden.  He asked if
Cassie put out.  Like what the fuck was I supposed to say?  So I lied and
said no.  He laughed a little and said that figured.  Uptight, just like
her bitch of a mom.  It was like way too much.  But I was getting a little
buzzed and Mr. Childers was obviously very buzzed.  So long story short..."

I cut him off.  "No.  Tell me the long story."

"You like this man?  Me talking?"

I kept stroking my cock.  "Just talk, Fucker."

"Anyways, he was like I bet you get all exited and then the little bitch
let's you finish things on your own.  I was like, yeah.  But that's OK.  He
got kinda pissed.  'OK, my ass.'  Guys got it tough.  The little Mrs. - or
Miss - can just turn away.  We got wood that's gotta be taken care of. '
He kept drinking.  Finally, he turned to me and asked if I had 'wood that
needed to be taken care of.'  I was like, what the fuck.  But, then I
thought, why the fuck not.  I told him I had wood... I mean who talks like
that?"

"Old guys."

"Yeah.  Well Cassie's Dad's not that old.  I mean.  I'd never let some
ugly, old dude suck my cock."

"So he sucked you off?"  I was so close to cumming, but was so into his
story, that I actually removed my hands from my cock.

"Yeah, like he told me guys should help each other out and blah, blah,
blah.  Before I knew it, we'd left the porch and moved to the garage.  In
like no time Cassie's dad started going down on me.  I gotta tell you, he
knew what he was doing.  It was funny.  I mean he's this big dude, maybe a
little fat, with this big beard and all.  He sucked me until I blew.  He
even swallowed and everything.  When we were all finished he stood up.  And
though it was pretty dark, you know, I could see some of my cum in his
beard.  I pointed it out, and he like found it, and then licked his fingers
clean."

I came as Tyler finished his story.  Tyler watched as my cum flew up my
chest.  He even applauded, as if I had performed for him.

He laughed.  "You're such a cock sucker, Alex.  I bet you'd even do
Cassie's dad."

I finished cumming, laughed, and asked where he lived.  Alex joined me.  We
raised our glasses.  He made the toast.  "Best Friends."

"Best Friends."

The rest of our time was cool.  No more blowjobs.  Nothing awkward.  I
guess we were pretty modern dudes, helping each other out with our "wood"
problems.