Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 17:12:13 -0600
From: Jim 002 <jim002@outlook.com>
Subject: Mike and Hank

                          Mike and Hank
                      By jim002@outlook.com
              Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com

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This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on real
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                               One
   When I was sixteen, my mother began dating a man named Mike
Wolf. Mike looked like a younger, hotter version of my fantasy
man, Coach Morelli. Mr. Morelli was a coach at my high school. He
taught PE and I spent a lot of PE class imagining what was in his
navy shorts and looking at his hairy arms, legs, and the hairs
peeking out of the top of his T-shirt. Like Coach, Mike was going
bald and he was hairy. In fact, if someone told me Coach was
Mike's father, I would not have been surprised. Mike had a scar
on his right cheek from a car wreck when he was a teenager.
Neither of these men were what you would call cute. I had no
interest in cute young guys. In fact, I found cute young guys
about appealing as cute young girls. Masculinity appealed to me
and Mike and Coach had plenty of it. Coach looked like he was in
his forties and Mike was twenty-eight. Before I met Mike, I
jacked off looking at photos of Coach Morelli. I had taken a lot
of photos of him at basketball games. Because I was usually in
the stands behind him, I had some good close-ups of his butt. I
had no desire to fuck him, but I enjoyed imagining I was pulling
his furry cheeks apart before rimming him. After I met Mike, I
switched to thinking of Mike, although I had some fantasy three-
ways where they both took turns fucking me. Occasionally, I saw a
large lump in Mike's pants. When I did, I would excuse myself and
go beat off furiously. When I first met him, I was a little
afraid or maybe intimidated. I think it was probably because of
the scar, or maybe because of all Mike's muscles. Fifteen minutes
after I met him, I was in love. His deep voice resonated in my
head. I could listen to anything he said and enjoy it. Unlike
Coach, who I knew almost nothing about, I loved Mike's
personality as well as his body. Whenever he came over, he looked
as happy to see me as I was to see him. Sexual fantasies aside,
he became more than a man dating my mom. He became my friend.
   Here is how good a friend he was: I came out to him. Mike
Wolf was the only person in the world who knew I was gay. Mike
had told me his best friend in high school was gay and we talked
about that. When I told him I was gay, too, he thanked me for
trusting him enough to tell him. I made him promise not to tell
my mother. He seemed very pleased by that. I didn't really
understand why, unless he just liked being the only person who
knew. After I came out to him, Mike became more physically
affectionate. He began hugging me, putting his arm around my
shoulders, and I began leaning on him when we were watching TV.
All of these things made my dick hard, and as soon as Mom and he
left, I jacked off a couple of times in my room.
   One evening while Mike was waiting for Mom to get ready, we
sat on the sofa to watch TV. I sat next to Mike and leaned
against him. I had noticed Mike's cologne when he walked into the
house, but I could smell it better.
   "I love your cologne, Mike."
   "Do you?"
   "Oh, yeah."
   "It's called Orgasm."
   I coughed and sat up. I stared at him and he laughed. He
glanced at my crotch.
   "You really do like it!"
   I was so embarrassed, I wanted to climb under a rock. He
pulled me against him.
   "I was just kidding, Tom. Every guy gets them easily at your
age, if he's healthy. It's hormones."
   And just like that, Mike made everything OK. I sighed,
relieved.
   He put his arm around me and I snuggled up against him.
   "This is nice," he said.
   "It really is, Mike."
   Even though he spent most Saturdays with us, Mom was fairly
indifferent to him. Mom is very pretty, and unfortunately, she is
very aware of it. I don't mean she is a bad person, but she is a
little vain. Mike gave her gifts and treated her very well, but
she once referred to dating Mike as 'slumming'. It made me very
angry that she didn't appreciate him. She got to see him naked.
She got to touch his dick. Didn't she know how lucky she was?
When I asked her if she might marry him, she laughed.
   "He's nice enough, but there is no way I could wake up to his
ugly face every day."
   I got mad, as usual.
   "He's not ugly. I know he's no Albert." Albert was this very,
very attractive male model Mom dated. He felt Mom should be
grateful that he took her out. She thought he should be grateful
she went out with him. It lasted one and a half dates.
   "He's nice enough to date. Neither of us are thinking
marriage. Besides, with my luck in men, after I married him I
would discover he has three girlfriends. Do you have any idea how
humiliating that would be?"
   Mom's luck with men was bad because she picked them based on
looks. She picked my father based on looks. They were married a
year and a half. Just long enough to have me. To me, it was
obvious that the men she dated could have any woman they wanted.
They were just taking advantage of the fact. Not one of her
previous dates had appealed to me in the slightest and none of
them bothered to say much to me. I guess at some level she
appreciated that Mike was different. She dated him for months,
despite her self-proclaimed lack of interest in him.
   I was seventeen years old when they broke up. Unfortunately,
I was the reason, although I got the impression from my mother
that she was finally ready to break it off with him. She began
talking about some guy she worked with named Joe. It was Joe this
and Joe that.
   One night, I woke up. I opened my eyes and saw a shadow in
the room. At first I got scared, but then I realized I could
smell Mike's cologne. I could see some movement of his arm. I
watched his arm move for about a minute.
   "Are you jacking off?"
   Mike gasped.
   "Oh, god!"
   "Can I see your dick?"
   He didn't say anything. I figured I had been too bold. Then
Mike sat down on my bed.
   "Were you jacking off while you looked at me?"
   He didn't answer. He lay down next to me. I was excited
beyond belief Mike was naked and in my bed.
   I could feel his bare skin. I reached out and felt his hairy
chest. He didn't seem to mind. I wasn't sure another chance like
this would happen. I slid my hand down over his stomach. He
didn't stop me. I wasn't quite brave enough to reach for his
dick. Instead, I scooted over and rested my head on his chest.
   "I'm in love with you Mike."
   He sighed.
   "How do you feel about me?"
   He sighed again.
   "I feel the same way you do."
   I smiled. "So we're both in love you."
   Mike laughed and then caught himself. Then he kissed my head.
   "Will you let me suck you?"
   "Oh, lord, Tom. Are you sure?"
   "Yes. I also want to kiss you, Mike."
   Mike took my head in his hands and pressed his mouth to mine.
I felt his tongue and I opened my mouth. Mike thrust his tongue
into it. I felt his strong body while we kissed. My hand worked
its way to his cock. I wrapped my hand around it.
   He pulled away.
   "I want your cock inside me, Mike. In my mouth and in my
butt."
   "Oh, fuck, Tom! I want that, too."
   "But you are straight!"
   "I never said that."
   "You like guys, too?"
   "Yes. Guys like you, anyway."
   I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't complaining!
   "Sometimes I fantasize that we are lovers," I said.
   "Tommy."
   "I imagine sleeping in your arms."
   "Oh, Tom."
   He kissed me again and it was very passionate. I felt his
hand on my butt and I lifted off the bed. He slipped his hand
inside my underwear. One of his fingers found my hole. I moaned
into his mouth.
   "You do want me."
   "I do. I want you more than anyone."
   "Tom. I can give you what you want. Me. But are you sure?"
   "Do you know how much porn is on the internet?"
   He chuckled. "A lot."
   "And I jack off to photos of you. Always."
   "Damn! It sounds like you want me almost as much as I want
you."
   "You want me, Mike?"
   "Oh, Tom. I told you I love you. Every time I spend the
night, I come in here and jack off while I look at you. Yes. I
want you. And when you are eighteen, if you still want it, you
can move in with me."
   "And be roommates?"
   "Or lovers."
   "Oh, god! What about Mom? You are dating her."
   "I want you more. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't have
dated your mother for so long if it weren't for you. At first, I
wanted to get to know you. Then I wanted to be around you. For
the last few months, I come over here to see you. I was thinking
about inviting you to go camping so we could be alone."
   I could hardly believe it.
   "Have you had sex with many guys?"
   "No, not that many. I haven't had sex with that many women,
either."
   "Oh. Do you mean it about when I turn eighteen?"
   "Absolutely, Tommy. I love you."
   "Oh, Mike! I love you! Will you fuck me? Tonight? I'm afraid
Mom is going to break up with you."
   "Don't worry. I have every intention of asking you out when
you turn eighteen."
   "I don't want to wait."
   "Oh, baby! I don't either."
   "Tonight? You'll do it?"
   "Yes. We may not get another chance while you live with your
mother. I need to get a condom from your mother's room."
   "Don't use a condom."
   "Are you crazy?"
   "Are you HIV positive?"
   "Of course not."
   "I'm not going to get pregnant. I'm a virgin. I don't have
any diseases."
   "That's true."
   "I want your cum inside me, Mike."
   "Oh, god, Tom. I know I'm dreaming."
   I got off the bed and got a jar of Vaseline from the
bathroom.
   Mike had me lie on my stomach while he pushed his fingers
inside me to stretch me. It was painful at first, but it became
easier the longer he did it. Then he sat on the side of the bed
and had me climb onto him, facing him. He had me lift up and he
placed his greased cock at my greased hole.
   "This way you control how fast I enter you."
   I kissed him as I lowered myself. I gasped with pain as part
of him slipped inside me.
   "That is the head of my cock."
   I gasped.
   "I love the head of your cock. Why does it hate me?" I asked,
panting.
   Mike chuckled.
   "Do you want to stop?"
   "No. I want you. I want to be yours. Tonight."
   "You will be. And after your birthday, I want to be your
lover."
   "Did you have sex with Mom tonight?"
   "She wasn't in the mood."
   "I will always be."
   Mike chuckled.
   "Believe me, I would take you over her, anytime. You are
sweet, beautiful, and you want me."
   I kissed him again and allowed more of him to slip inside me.
I won't lie. It was the most painful experience of my life. But I
had my arms around the man I was pretty sure I loved. And he
wanted me. The choice between not being in pain or having him
inside me was an easy one for me to make. I had the chance to
make my fantasies real. I wasn't going to let pain stop us.
Finally, I was resting on his lap. Our arms were tightly wrapped
around each other while we kissed. It felt like a telephone pole
was inside me. But by the time we ended our kiss, the pain was
much more tolerable.
   "Ready?"
   "Yes, Mike."
   He held my butt and lifted me up. We both groaned as I slid
back down his stiff cock. He did it again, and again. We
continued to groan. It wasn't long before Mike groaned loudly.
   "I'm coming!"
   My bedroom door flew open. It was Mom.
   The next few minutes were wild. His cock was still inside me-
-I think he was still coming--when she started screaming. He was
trying to lift me off him while I was trying to cover myself with
my hands. During the screaming, we both got our underwear on. Mom
was going to call the police and have Mike arrested for raping
me. I told her I begged him to do it. She looked at me with such
loathing, I almost died. Fortunately, Mike stayed right next to
me, with his arm around me. It gave me strength and I felt
protected.
   Ten minutes later, my clothes and laptop had been dumped on
the front porch and Mom had slammed the door saying she had no
son. I cried. Mike and I were only wearing briefs. He took me in
his arms. The door flew open again and Mom threw Mike's shirt and
pants at him. She slammed it shut again.
   "Shh. Tom. It's OK. Really."
   "OK? How can you say that?"
   "Do you want to live with me? Now? From now on?"
   I stared up at him and a smile slowly developed.
   "I can live with you," I said, realizing what it meant.
   "Yes. Please be my lover, Tom."
   "Oh, Mike! Yes! Yes!"
   We got my clothes into his truck. Mike got his keys out of
his jeans. We sat in the truck as Mike started it.
   "I want us to be lovers, Tom. Not roommates."
   "Yes, Mike. I want that."
   Mike pulled away from our house. I looked at it, as we drove
away.
   I reached over and pulled his cock out of a leg of his
briefs. He got stiff immediately. I wrapped my hand around it. It
was big. My fingers didn't wrap all the way around. It was still
greasy from the Vaseline.
   "I still haven't tasted your cum."
   "You will, if you want. Go for it, any time you want some."
   I grinned at him. I stroked his cock while I explored his
body with my other hand.
   "You are such a hot man, Mike. I was so jealous of my mother
because she could touch you like this."
   "She never did. You want me much, much more than she does."
   "I can hardly believe you want me."
   "That's exactly how I feel, Tom."
   My butt felt wet and I wondered if I was bleeding. I pushed
my hand in my briefs and felt my hole. I pulled my finger up and
looked at it.
   Mike looked over. "Are you bleeding?"
   "No. It's just your cum."
   "Oh, fuck!"
   "I'm afraid I'm getting cum all over the seat of the truck."
   "God damn! This is the best day of my life!" he shouted out
the window. I laughed.
   "It's great, isn't it Mike?"
   He grinned at me.
   "It is, baby."
   I stroked his cock while I played with one of his nipples. I
watched the head of his cock appear, then disappear inside his
foreskin. It was the first chance I had had to see his cock. It
had been too dark in my bedroom. I thought it was perfect.
   "I love your cock."
   He grinned at me. "I noticed that."
   I unbuttoned my seat belt and bent over and kissed the head.
Then I buckled up, again.
   "I really like the fact that you are uncut."
   "I used to hate it. Now I'm glad.
   "I'll drop you off at school on my way to work. I get off
kind of late. I hate to make you wait for me. Maybe my father
will give you a ride home from school"
   I was surprised that he thought of that, but it made 'us'
seem much more real to me.
   "Will I be able to attend the same school?"
   "It might be easier if we don't mention the fact that you
don't live with your Mom. They may not ask."
   "That's true."
   "You have the weekend to get settled in. Tomorrow, we'll go
buy you whatever else you need."
   I smiled at him.
   "I love you, Mike."
   "I love you, baby. I have for a while. You've always treated
me like I'm important. Whenever I say anything, I can see you
thinking about it."
   "I care what you think. I love you."
   "Well, you are the first person who has loved me so much."
   I sighed. I was perfectly contented. Things had worked out
really well. If Mom hadn't thrown me out, I wouldn't be able to
live with Mike.
   I was still jacking him off and he thrust his crotch forward.
   I unbuckled again and reached over and felt his chest while I
stroked him with my other hand.
   "I love how hairy you are."
   "Yeah? Good."
   "I'm glad Mom threw me out."
   "I feel bad about it, but I am, too."
   "Now I can do this all the time."
   "Normally, I wear pants in the truck."
   We both laughed.
   "As long as you don't wear a shirt, I'll be happy."
   He turned and grinned at me.
   I felt his biceps and his chest muscles.
   "God, you're hot! Can we have sex every day?" I asked him.
   "We can have it as often as you want. Twice a day, even. If
you need my cock more often than that, just remember, it is
yours. Anytime you go for my dick, believe me, I'll be happy."
   I grinned at him and he laughed.
   "Can you come again tonight?"
   "Hell, yes. You can feel how hard I am."
   "I want to sleep with your cum in my stomach and in my ass."
   "Oh, god, Tom! I want that, too! Hey! I got what I wanted!"
he said.
   "What do you mean. Mike?"
   "Today is my birthday."
   "Hey! Happy birthday!"
   "Thank you. And I got exactly what I want. I never, ever
expected it."
   "You wanted me?"
   "I love you, Tom. I've been sneaking in your bedroom and
jacking off while I look at you, remember? I have pictures of
you, too." I grinned at him. "Unfortunately, you are wearing
clothes in the pictures."
   "Oh, shit!"
   "What?"
   "Mom is going to find the pictures of you under my mattress."
   "She saw me fucking you, naked. Are you really worried about
pictures of me wearing clothes?"
   I laughed. "Uh. Never mind."
   He smiled at me.
   "Why didn't you come on my face when you jacked off in my
room?"
   "Oh, fuck! You are a nasty boy! But believe me, I wanted to.
Every time."
   "Now you can do it whenever you want," I said.
   "Really? You wouldn't mind?"
   "Are you kidding? That sounds really hot! I would love it!"
   Mike reached for my hole. I pushed my briefs off and pulled
my legs up. He finger fucked me.
   "Oh, yeah. Mike!"
   I groaned when his finger hit something.
   "Damn! I shot a lot inside you."
   "Good! Maybe I will have your baby."
   He laughed.
   We stopped at a light. Mike jacked me off while he finger
fucked me.
   "Yes, Mike!"
   "You are a hot fucker, Tom."
   "So are you!"
   The light turned green and Mike let go of my dick.
   "Will you miss women? Will you be faithful to me?"
   "No and yes, if you want me to be faithful. You are the one I
want, Tom."
   I smiled at him.
   "What did you fantasize about?" he asked me.
   I rubbed my thumb over the head of his cock. It was wet.
   "Sucking you and getting fucked by you."
   "Yeah? Well, we can make your fantasies come true. You said
you wanted my cum in your stomach. You are going to get that when
we get home. I want to look into your beautiful eyes while I feed
you my load."
   "Oh, Mike! I want that!"
   "I know, babe. We want the same things. It's fantastic!"
   "Yup."
   "We'll go shopping tomorrow, like I said, but other than
that, I would love to spend the day making love."
   "It's your birthday, but it feels like mine."
   He grinned at me.
   "Baby, what you just said is the greatest gift you could give
me. While everyone else is tearing me down, I have you to build
me up again."
   "Your father lives here?"
   "Yeah. He lives about a mile from my house. I hope you like
him."
   "I'm sure I will. But will he like me?"
   "Yes. I've told him a lot about you."
   "Really? Like what?"
   "I told him you came out to me and I was the only person you
told."
   I started feeling sick.
   "You told him? Mike!"
   "Baby. I tell him everything about you. He wants to hear.
He's always asking about you. He knows how I feel about you."
   "It won't bother him that I'm gay?"
   "Baby, you are going to be my lover. It's what I've been
telling him I want for months."
   "Wow. It's great that you are so open with him. And he's gay-
friendly?"
   Mike laughed.
   "Dad is bisexual, like me."
   I had trouble picturing Mike's father. He was bisexual. What
did that mean, exactly?
   "Oh. OK. What do you like to do, Mike?"
   "Oh, watch TV, work-out, jack off thinking of you. You know,
the usual stuff."
   I laughed.
   "You left off dating women. Are there any others you are
dating right now?"
   "No. I'm not like that. I have trouble enough getting a good
looking girl to say yes. One girl."
   "I don't understand that. I realized you were a nice, very
hot man when I met you."
   He shrugged.
   "When you fantasized, what did we do?" I asked him.
   "We acted out one of my fantasies, already. And it was hotter
than I imagined. Of course, your mother wasn't there screaming in
my fantasy."
   I laughed.
   "Give me an example of one of your fantasies, Tom."
   "Well, I usually trick you into having sex with me. Because
you're straight."
   "Wow! I am? I never knew that," he said. We laughed.
   "Tricked how?"
   "Oh, I was on Mom's bed, it was dark and you fucked me,
thinking it was Mom."
   He laughed.
   "You know that could never happen, right? I'd reach for your
tits and--"
   "Hey, it's a fantasy!"
   He laughed.
   "Well, you made mine come true. I hoped to make one of your
come true. Although I would rather not pretend I'm fucking your
mother while I'm fucking you."
   "Me, either. In another fantasy, I suck you through a
gloryhole. Of course, I don't know where one is, but I've read
about them. Did you have no idea how I feel about you?"
   "I knew you liked me a lot, and I hoped you wanted me.
Sometimes I would think you did, and then something else would
make me think you didn't. One time you told me how much more you
liked me than your mom's other boyfriends. That made me think you
just liked me better than them. When I put my arm around you and
you seemed to like it, I thought you did. But I checked your
crotch all the time and you were never hard. That made me think
you weren't interested in me sexually. So I wasn't sure."
   "Oh. I was getting them in school. I read on the web how to
hide it. The site was called Twenty Ways to Hide a Hardon." Mike
laughed. "I only use eighteen of them."
   We both laughed.
   "So you've got a couple of spares."
   "Right!"
   "Anyway, you are very cute, like your mother. And there are
much cuter guys than me around. I figured you could have anyone
you wanted. Why would you want me?"
   "I hate it when you put yourself down."
   "Oh, baby."
   "I have no interest in cute guys. I like butch men who are
kind and hairy."
   "Kind of hairy?"
   "No. Kind and hairy."
   He laughed.
   "I'm glad I qualify."
   "When I first met you, I thought you looked mean. Because of
the scar, you know."
   "Yeah."
   "That first night, I fantasized that you raped me. Only I
just pretended I was raped."
   "Did you come, imagining I raped you?"
   "Oh, god, did I! Cum went everywhere! I even got it in my
eye."
   Mike chuckled.
   "I came twice that first night."
   "I still can't believe you want me so much, Tom."
   "I'm crazy in love with you, Mike."
   Mike pulled his finger out of my butt and I let my legs down.
He took my hand and kissed it.
   "You know, things couldn't have worked out any better. The
most I might have hoped for was us sneaking around to have sex."
   "That's true, Mike. I might not have been able to live with
you for almost a while. Wow."
   I reached over and felt the muscles on his chest and his
biceps.
   "You must work out all the time."
   "I go to the gym every day. I may not be much to look at, but
I'm in good shape and I have a big dick. It was enough for your
mother. Of course, being seven years younger than her made her
happy, too."
   "What did I saw about putting yourself down?"
   He laughed.
   "Sorry, boss. Habit."
   We started to leave town.
   "I didn't realize you live so far away."
   "Yeah. I'm out a little ways. It's only about thirty minutes.
Not too bad."
   I slowly stroked Mike as I looked out the window. Street
lights became fewer and fewer, until the road was pitch black.
   "Unbuckle and lean against me."
   I did. Mike jacked me off while I snuggled against him. He
kissed the side of my head.
   "I can't see your dick anymore."
   Mike turned on a light in the truck.
   "Better?"
   "Much. It really is beautiful."
   Mike laughed.
   "I'm serious!"
   "I'm glad, baby. That big dick is yours to love and enjoy."
   "Do you have anything we can clean it with? I really want to
suck it."
   "We are almost home."
   "Did you like fucking me?"
   "Oh, god, Tommy! It was incredible. Yes! I loved it."
   I smiled at him.
   I ran my hand over his belly. I could feel his abs.
   "You said you are bisexual. How many men have you had sex
with?"
   "Three." He paused. "No, wait. Four."
   "Were they lovers?"
   "Hmm. I loved two of them, but we weren't really lovers. I
dated another one for about a year. I liked him and the sex was
good, but we weren't lovers. I think we both just thought the sex
was convenient. Friends with benefits, I guess is what we were."
   "Do you prefer men or women?"
   "That's easy. I prefer you," he said.
   "If you keep saying things like that, you aren't going to get
any sleep tonight!"
   He chuckled. "Tomorrow is Saturday. We can sleep late."
   "Do you have other family here?"
   "No. Just my father."
   "Do you get along with him?"
   "Yes."
   "Is your father religious?"
   Mike started laughing.
   "No. Hank is definitely not that. If I had to use one word to
describe him, the word would be horny. Capitalized."
   I laughed. "That word describes me, too," I said.
   "No. The word for you would be adorable," Mike said.
   "Yeah. Like a kitten."
   Mike laughed.
   "What about your mother?" I asked.
   "She left Dad. She let me choose who I would live with. I
chose Dad. I speak to her often, but she lives in San Diego now."
   "If he's so horny, does your father have a girlfriend or has
he remarried?"
   "No. Mostly he gets his cock sucked at gloryholes. He can
tell you where they are, but I would rather you didn't have
anonymous sex. He knows which ones are busy at which times. He
gets his cock sucked three or four times a day."
   I couldn't believe that. Mike's father had to be old, but he
was still having a lot of sex. Mike's cock was in my hand. I
wondered if his father's looked like it.
   "So he sticks his dick through a hole and hopes for the
best?"
   Mike burst out laughing.
   "That's it exactly!"
   "I don't think I am that brave.or optimistic."
   "Me, either!"
   "Is that all he does? Get sucked?"
   "I would rather you meet him before I tell you more."
   "Does he look like you?"
   Mike turned his head and looked at me.
   "Yeah. We look a lot alike."
   I thought about getting fucked by Mike while sucking his
father. He obviously didn't care who sucked him. It was an
obscene thought.
   Mike chuckled.
   "What?"
   "Your whole body just turned red, Tom. What are you thinking
about? It's all right, as long as it is nasty."
   I laughed, nervously.
   I began stroking him.
   "Oh, yeah, baby! Tell me something nasty while you jack my
cock."
   I gulped. "I was wondering if your father's cock looks like
yours."
   "It does. We are the same size, too. Exactly."
   I thought about that. Exactly?
   "You measured them?"
   "Yeah."
   "Wow!"
   "You don't think it's disgusting?"
   "No."
   "Are you sure?"
   "Yes."
   Mike's cock seemed to get harder and it jumped in my hand.
   "So did you touch it when you were measuring?"
   "The ruler?"
   "Ha ha ha," I said.
   "Yes."
   "Yes, you touched the ruler?"
   Mike wrapped his hand around my dick.
   "No. I touched my father's cock and you can't really measure
them when they are soft."
   I gasped.
   "Baby, your cock jumped when I told you that."
   "Oh."
   He squeezed it. "You are very, very hard, Tommy."
   "I guess I shouldn't be."
   "It doesn't bother me. Actually, I'm glad. Would you like to
watch me hold his cock?"
   "Oh, god, Mike!"
   "Maybe stroke him while you watch?"
   I groaned. My cock started twitching and Mike started
stroking me. He slowed down and pulled over. He stopped the
truck. He continued stroking me. He leaned over and pushed a
finger back inside me.
   "Are you thinking about me stroking Dad?"
   "Yes."
   "Damn, you are hard as a rock, Tom."
   "I can't help it!"
   "I don't mind a bit. But what if I stroked him long enough to
make him shoot? Would you watch the spunk shoot out of his cock?"
   I groaned and came.
   "Good boy!" Mike said. "Come for Daddy. Come for Daddy." I
did!
   "Mike, Mike," I said as I came. It was incredibly intense.
His finger was rubbing something inside me. Mike shocked me by
leaning over and swallowing my cock. I groaned as I finished
coming in his mouth. When I finished, he sat up and licked my cum
off his hand.
   "Wow!" I said.
   "Yeah."
   "I probably got cum all over your truck."
   "Good."
   I laughed.
   "Uh, Mike?"
   "Yes, baby."
   "Would you actually do that? With your father?"
   Mike chuckled. He started up the truck and began driving.
   "Please tell me."
   "If you wanted me to, then yes I would."
   "Wow!" I thought about it. It was the nastiest thing I had
ever heard.
   "Well, I'm sure your father."
   "Would love it," Mike finished. "Tom, I told you he is horny.
He is always horny. He would absolutely love showing his cock to
you while I stroked him. He would tell me to aim at your face." I
gulped. "And he would ask you to open your mouth. If he thought
he had a chance at having sex with you, he would jump at it. You
are just his type."
   I was shocked!
   "I'm not sure I should tell you more. I want you to like him.
He may be horny, but he is my father and I love him. He's a nice
guy, too. I guess you would call him kind. And hairy."
   "Is he much like you?" I asked.
   "Yeah."
   "Then I'm going to love him. Would he really be interested in
me?"
   "Yes. Absolutely."
   "So does he not want a relationship? Is that why he goes to
gloryholes?"
   "He likes sex and an orgasm is guaranteed. It's just sex, and
it's safer than what he used to do."
   "What was that?"
   Mike didn't say anything for a while.
   "Dad likes them young. Guys and girls much younger than him.
Teenagers. He mostly stays away from girls now. He got in trouble
over one. She said yes, but her father found out and she told her
father Dad tricked her into it. He didn't. He doesn't have to
trick people into sex."
   "How young?"
   "Your age. Seventeen."
   I gulped.
   "Anyway, gloryholes aren't completely safe. You can get
arrested for public indecency. But that is a misdemeanor, not a
felony. Tom, I am telling you too much. I really don't want you
to hate him before you even meet him."
   "Why would I hate him?"
   "Most people would find it revolting."
   "Uh. I guess I would only find it revolting if he raped
them."
   "Oh, Dad never has to do that. He can walk up to someone,
introduce himself, and have his dick inside them in an hour."
   "A stranger?"
   "Yup. Either sex. Any age."
   "Wow! He must have a good pick-up line!"
   "I don't really know how he does it, but he is very, very
good at it. He keeps himself in really good shape. We work out
together at the same gym. That helps."
   "So why does he just use gloryholes, if he can pick up anyone
he wants?"
   "Fewer complications. I encouraged him to start doing it. He
was bound to end up in jail, dating sixteen and seventeen year
olds. Even seventeen year old boys.
   "Anyway, I hope you won't be offended if-when-he flirts with
you."
   "Oh, yeah. I'm sure he can't wait."
   Mike chuckled.
   "He will flirt. Then he will grope. If it bothers you, tell
him or me, if you aren't comfortable telling him. But if I turn
you on, he probably will, too. Just because he wants it, doesn't
mean you have to accommodate him. You can just say no. Or you can
say yes, if you want. It's up to you. I won't mind, as long as
you don't lose interest in me."
   I gulped. But I would never leave Mike for his father. The
idea was weird.
   "That's enough talk about my father."
   We turned onto a driveway and then pulled up next to a house.
We got out of the truck. Mike carried most of my clothes and I
carried my laptop and the rest of the clothes. We walked up to
the house. I couldn't see it well. We were in the country and the
only light was the moon and the light on his porch. But his house
seemed small in the dark. Mike moved the clothes to one arm and
unlocked the door. He held it open for me and I walked into his
house. It was nice inside. My new home. I thought. Mike showed me
the bedrooms. There were two. We put my clothes in the second
bedroom's closet. I looked at the clock by his bed. It was 2:15.
   "Let's get a shower. Then you can suck me and we can sleep."
   I smiled at him.
   We went into the bathroom and took a shower. Mike looked even
sexier wet.
   We dried each other and then walked to his bedroom. Our
bedroom. Mike lay down on his back and lifted his cock so it
pointed up.
   "Son-" I grinned at that. "I want you to have a nice drink of
warm milk. It will help you sleep better."
   "Thanks-Daddy."
   I moved between his legs and took his cock in my hands. I
pulled the foreskin back and licked the head. Mike sighed. I
stroked the shaft with one hand while I licked the head. Soon I
tasted something new. I wondered if it was precum. Mike grabbed
my hair in his fist and pulled me off his cock. He rubbed his wet
cock over my face while I moaned.
   "Sometime very soon, I want to see your face with my cum
dripping down it."
   "Oh, god, Mike! I want that!"
   "Yeah? You want a facial?"
   "Yes! And I want pictures, Daddy."
   "Good boy. I'll fuck you while you look at pictures of your
face with my cum on it."
   He let go and I took the head into my mouth. I began sucking
about three inches of his cock. He moaned, so I assumed I was
doing it right. I stroked the part of his cock I couldn't take
into my mouth. A couple of minutes later, Mike said, "Look at me
while you suck." I did and he groaned as he shot into my mouth.
We looked at each other as his warm sperm filled my mouth. He
sighed as I swallowed his spunk. It tasted really weird, but I
knew I wanted more. Mike's cock softened quickly. He pulled me up
and kissed me.
   "Thank you, baby."
   Then Mike sucked me. I didn't last long. I think he had only
sucked me for about ten seconds when I came. It was a very
intense orgasm. He ate my cum again. I realized he was definitely
not straight. I had come in his mouth twice already.
   He moved to the top of the bed. I felt the scar on his face.
   "Does the scar bother you, Mike?"
   "I'm used to it. I got a couple of estimates of how much it
would cost to have it removed. It would be very expensive. Almost
fifteen thousand dollars, and that was four years ago. It might
be more now."
   "Damn!"
   "It's considered cosmetic surgery and isn't covered by my
insurance. I didn't hate the scar that much. Does it bother you?"
   "No. Actually, I like it. It makes you look more masculine.
Mom's other dates were all so perfect. It was a little
nauseating, really." Mike chuckled. "Like a GQ ad, except they
spoke. It wasn't an improvement."
   Mike laughed.
   "What did you think of my cum, baby?"
   "I liked it."
   "I'm glad, because I loved looking into your eyes while I
came--while I fed you." He rubbed my belly. "You are full of my
spunk, son. I've bred you at both ends. Fed and bred, as my
father says. You are mine, Tom. You are my boy. Remember that."
   I sighed and smiled.
   "I will, Mike. 'Fed and bred'?"
   Mike chuckled.
   "Dad jokes that the job isn't done until both ends have been
spunked."
   I laughed, nervously. Mike's father sounded wild! I thought
about those seventeen year old boys and girls he was filling at
both ends. I realized I felt jealous. I was practically his son-
in-law, and they were strangers!
   Mike got out of bed and turned off the light. Then he got
back into bed and pulled me into his arms.
   "Good night, baby."
   "Night, Mike. I love you."
   "I love you, too."
   As I lay there, too excited to sleep, I thought about things.
Mike seemed happy that I got excited about him talking about
jacking off his father. I wondered what Mike had done with his
father. Had they had sex? If he was touching his father's
erection, it wasn't hard to believe. And Mike had been seventeen
once. I had come twice, but my dick got hard at the thought of
Mike and his dad fooling around. I thought about Mike's father.
An older version of Mike would look something like Coach Morelli.
I had never seen Coach's dick. It sounded like I would see Mike's
father's dick. Or more than see. Mike said he wouldn't mind if I
had sex with his father. He also told me his father was kind and
hairy after I told him I liked kind and hairy men. That sounded
like he wanted me to do more than just like his father. He was
letting me know his father was my type. He certainly didn't
discourage me from thinking of his father sexually. He brought it
up. Maybe he wanted his father to have sex with someone who
wouldn't get him in trouble, even a misdemeanor.
   Lying there in Mike's arms, I was happier than I had ever
been. Then I thought of my mother and my happiness evaporated. I
knew she loved me. She might be rough on her boyfriends, but she
had always been good to me and I loved her. I didn't want her to
hate me, but she probably did. I listened to Mike snoring softly
and fell asleep.


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