Date: Wed, 6 May 2009 19:03:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot for Dad, Chapter Two

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
this nature offends you then you should not read this story.  Additionally,
if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
this story by law.
  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
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Mark Stevens

HOT FOR DAD

CHAPTER TWO

	The next day when I came home from school I found the house
empty. All day long I had been thinking about Dad, his hairy cock and how
much I wanted it.  I thought the day would never end, and when it did, I
hurried home like something was chasing me.  Now, discovering the house
empty I felt disappointment.  I knew we would be alone until Mom came home
from work, and all day long I had dreamed about what all I the two of us
could do. I walked through the house calling out, but Dad didn't answer. I
was definitely alone in the house.
	I decided I might as well get my homework out of the way. I went to
my bedroom and fell down on my bed. School work was not my favorite thing
to do after school, but I decided to get it over with. I spent the next
while pouring over the books and writing a few things down on paper. The
next think I knew, I heard Dad calling my name.
	"In here, Dad," I answered.
	I looked up as he walked inside my room.
	"Working on your home work, I see," Dad greeted.
	"Yeah," I answered. I was a little pissed with him for not being
home. Maybe it was wrong, but I couldn't help it.
	"I was late leaving work," Dad said.
	I shrugged my shoulders. "No problem," I told him.
	Dad closed the door and walked over to my bed. He sat down next to
me and placed a hand on my back. "Danny, I'm sorry you're up set with me."
	"I'm not," I said.
	"Danny, look at me."
	I raised my head up and looked at my father.
	"Listen, we don't have much time. You're mom will soon be home from
work. I want to tell you something. The past two days have meant so much to
me. They have," he sighed. "Please, be patient with me, Danny. I'm having
just a bit of uneasiness about what we've been doing."
	"That why you didn't come home today after school?"
	Dad nodded. "I'm sorry. I know you were looking forward to us
spending time together. I just needed some time to think."
	"Did you? Do some thinking, I mean."
	"Yes, a lot. You see, Danny, I love your mother very much."
	"I know that," I said quietly.
	"But I also love you," he replied. "And I definitely love what
we've done that last couple of days."
	My heart melted. I sat up on the bed and went into my father's
arms. "I love you too, Dad. So damned much," I sighed.
	Dad hugged me and then pulled back. "So, I guess what I'm saying,
Danny, is that I want to continue spending time with you. I mean the way we
have the past two days. I know people would think I'm wrong, but I can't
help it. I don't just want to, I need to." Dad's voice broke.
	I reached up with my mouth and planted a kiss on his mouth. "I
really need you, Dad. I've always looked up to you, loved and respected
you.
	We heard a voice calling, "Anyone home?" My Mom was home from work.
	Dad and I pulled apart, and he hurried out to meet her. I stayed
behind for a while giving them some time alone. My heart was racing, and I
couldn't have been happier. I was afraid when I had come home to an empty
house that Dad had changed his mind that he didn't want to continue our
intimacy.  When I found he wasn't at home, I just knew it was all over, and
for reasons even I hadn't understood, I felt like I had lost something very
special. Now, after our talk I felt like a new person.
	The rest of the week ended up crazy like. Things came up at school
that kept me busy every afternoon, and it was after six before I even made
it home. Dad also had things come up at work, and he made it home not much
sooner than me. In fact, my mom who always was home by a little after five
beat us both home.  I had hoped to spend time with him, but it just didn't
happen. Not that first week at least.
	One evening the following week the three of us, Mom, Dad, and me,
were eating supper and talking about our day. That was something we had
started when I was younger, and we just kept up with the practice even now
that I was older.
	Taking a bite of his mashed potatoes, Dad put his fork down and
looked across the table at me. "Aren't you out of school this Thursday and
Friday?" he asked.
	I nodded and said, "It's Fall Break. Why do you ask?"
	"I thought I might go hunting," Dad said. "It's bow and arrow
season. How would you like to come along with me, Danny?" he asked.
	I had never been hunting in my life with my father, but suddenly a
nice long hunting trip sounded pretty damn good to me. Trying not to let
the excitement I was feeling out of my voice, I said, "I guess so. It might
be sort of fun," I added.
	My mom looked at my dad and then over at me. Then returning her
eyes back on Dad, she said, "Are you serious, Frank?"
	Dad nodded. "I think it would be good for Danny. Every boy needs to
experience hunting in the woods," he told her.
	I was afraid that for whatever reason Mom was going to object to me
going. Then she smiled and said she thought it was an excellent idea. "Just
be careful," she warned my father.
	"I'll take very good care of Danny," he assured her. He gave me a
grin.
	"I'll be all right, Mom," I said, trying to assure her.
	The rest of the meal was spent talking about the upcoming hunting
trip. Dad said we would leave Wednesday after I got home from
school. "We'll be back sometime on Sunday," he told Mom.
	After the meal was over I helped clear the table and then decided
on getting my shower out of the way. I stopped by my room and picked up my
robe. I slept nude so when I showered, if I was heading to bed, I just put
my robe on.
	I was standing under the hot steamy spray when I heard the door
open.
	"Danny, may I come in a second?"
	It was Dad.
	"Sure," I answered.
	I peaked around the shower curtain and saw him standing in the
room.
	Coming closer, he gave me a grin. Lowering his voice somewhat, he
said, "Are you happy with me now?"
	"Most definitely," I answered.
	Dad reached around the shower curtain, and I felt his fist wrap
around my thickening cock. "I thought you might be."
	He stroked my dick a couple of times, gave it a gentle squeeze and
then let go. "Just checking," he said and walked to the door.
	I was completely hard now, having felt his fingers wrapped around
my dick. As I stood under the spray, I let my hand crawl slowly down until
my fingers reached my water soaked bush. My fingers walked through the wet
tangles until they found my cock. I took my hard cock in hand and started
stroking, using water and soap from my body as lube. As I jacked off, I
kept picturing Dad's hairy body, remembering the way it looked as we lay
next to each other, naked on my bed. I thought about how good it felt to
run my fingers through his thick mat of chest curls, how much I enjoyed
playing in his thick red bush, and the way his hard cock looked just before
he shot a thick creamy load of dad juice. These thoughts were enough to
take me over the edge. I shot a huge load and watched as it disappeared
down the drain along with the soapy water from my body.
	I washed off and shut the water off. Toweling my body dry, I
reached for my robe and left the bathroom. I came into the living room. My
dad and mom were watching television. Mom looked up as I came into the
room.
	"Are you through in the bathroom?" she asked.
	I took a seat on the couch. "I'm through," I told her.
	"Good. I think I'm going to hit the shower too. It was a rough day
at work, and I'm ready to hit the bed with a good book."
	She stood up and walked out of the room.
	"Feel better?" Dad asked, giving me a smile.
	"Much," I assured him.
	Mom had disappeared down the hall, so I decided to be a little
cocky. I jumped to my feet and quickly pulled my robe open. I flashed Dad
my body and then tied it closed just as quickly.
	"I see," Dad laughed.
	I sat back down on the couch and we started talking about the
trip. Dad was excited about the time we would spend together, and I was
more than excited. In fact, just talking about it and being with Dad was
making me hard again. I pulled my robe away from my body just enough so
that Dad couldn't see the affect he was having on me.
	"We'll take the tent and our sleeping bags," Dad was saying.
	The thought of that made my cock even harder underneath my robe.
	"I think you'll like roughing it, as it's called," Dad told me.
	"Oh, I think you're right," I grinned.
	We heard Mom close the bathroom door and soon the sound of the
shower could be heard.
	Dad got up from his chair and joined me on the couch. Grinning at
me, he said, "Here's a little teaser for you. Give you something to think
about when you go to bed tonight."
	Saying that, Dad pushed the front of my robe open and reached
inside. He found my hard cock and smiled. "I think that think is always
hard," he whispered.
	"You make it that way," I told him.
	Dad leaned over and took the tip of my cock inside his mouth. It
was the first time he had done that. Up until now, I had sucked him, but he
had never sucked me. I shivered as I felt his hot tongue working down my
hard shaft. He stopped at the base, his nose buried in my curly red
bush. He seemed happy to be there and made no more to change position. I
was really horny now, feeling his wet mouth covering me. I started fucking
his mouth gently, working my dick back and forth across his tongue, loving
the tingling sensation he was giving me.
	I guess he decided we had taken enough chances, because Dad
suddenly pulled off my cock, leaving me standing straight out, hard and
needing to cum really bad.
	"You'd better put that thing away," he said quietly. "Go to your
room and take care of it," he added with a grin.
	I reached over and felt his own cock. It was begging for release,
and those famous coveralls he always had on were holding it prisoner. I
discovered a wet spot where the end of it was, and I laughed. "Looks like
you need to take care of your own self," I pointed out.
	"I will, now, behave." Saying that, he got up and went back to his
recliner.
	I looked at the clock. It was almost eleven o'clock. I decided to
turn in for the night. After all, I reasoned to myself, the quicker I went
to sleep, the sooner it would be another day, and that would be one day
closer to our trip.
	I stood to my feet. "Night, Dad," I said. I walked over and gave
him a hug. "I love you."
	"I love you, too, Danny. Goodnight."
	I went to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. I through my robe
off and I crawled between the covers. The cool sheets felt good to my
skin. I reached over and turned the lamp off beside my bed. The room was
suddenly dark and my eyes tried to adjust. I threw the covers back and laid
there in the dark, naked as the day I was born. My mind kept running in a
million directions, and they all led down the same road. At the end of the
path was a tent and inside were two naked bodies. As I thought about all
the endless possibilities I began to leak pre cum like crazy. The idea of
sleeping the entire trip naked next to Dad was more than I could take. I
jacked off there in my bed, and it didn't take hardly any time at all
before I was shooting my load on my chest. After I'd finished shooting, I
took my hand and scooped my spunk up between my fingers. I placed my hand
against my mouth and gently sucked my cum inside my mouth. I swallowed all
of it savoring each drop as it made its way down my throat.
	I cleaned myself up and soon fell asleep. My last waking thought
was wondering how in the hell I was going to make it two more days. It was
Monday night, and we would leave until Wednesday night. Forty-eight fucking
hours to think about the trip, I remember thinking.