Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2004 16:41:14 -0400
From: Mical Manchester <nycbottommical@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Father's Men- 1

My name is Mical and some of you may have seen my pictures posted on various
gay sites on the Internet.  Inspired by the stories on this website I've
decided to share some personal details of my life and the obsession I have
always had with my father and his sex life.  This first installment will be
less on the sex than others, but if you like it I will continue to write
others.  I would love to hear from any of you with comments about the story
and things you would like to see in the future.  Please feel free to email
me at: nycbottommical@hotmail.com.


My father has always been the picture of raw masculinity.  A former college
football player, he has continued to take good care of his body with regular
trips to the gym.  He is married to his high school sweetheart, a beautiful
blond, ex homecoming queen, a man with a good job, and he just seemed to
live the perfect heterosexual life, or so I thought.  I can remember being
attracted to my father at a very young age and I always admired his
beautiful muscular chest, his flat hairless abs, his huge biceps, his round
ass and his well endowed package.  I can remember changing in locker rooms
with my father as a young child and being mesmerized by its size and stature
of that packaged and I always grew up wanting a cock like my father.  I also
remember being oddly interested in the stories my father told me about the
"birds and the bees" and always asked him to tell me more when he would tuck
me in at night.  My father was a man's and a woman's man, someone who always
drew the glances of each sex equally.  I always tried to model myself after
my father and excelled in sports and school and with the ladies in high
school.  Standing 6'1, with blond hair and blue eyes, with a body sculpted
by trips to the gym with my father, I could have had any woman I wanted, but
I didn't.  I began to question my own sexuality when puberty set in and
began thinking about my father in very sexual ways.  I constantly found
myself listening at the wall while my father fucked my mother really hard.
I also found myself watching the porn tapes that I found in my father's
closet.  Whenever I was left at home alone I always found myself watching
these videos, especially the gay ones I found in the collection.  Could
these be my father's?  Could my father actually like man on man action?  My
mind wandered with the possibilities. When I was 16, I would find out the
truth.

At 16, I knew that I was gay and was obsessed with naked men.  Luckily I had
found the Internet and realized the potential it had for a horny, gay
youngster.  I was able to surf the web without fear of my parents catching
me because I had my own computer in my own room.  I spent my afternoons
looking for men, while my father was at work and while my mother ran
errands.  I had been experiencing problems with my computer for days, and
one afternoon it just wouldn't work.  I didn't see any harm in using the
computer in my father's home office, since it was for work purposes, and
didn't think my father would mind and he wouldn't be home from work for
hours.
I sat down at his computer and was happy to see that it was already logged
onto because I didn't know his password.  On the screen was the main page
for hotmail and seeing this, some of the old questions about my father
popped into my head.  I had never respected my parent's privacy in the past
so I had no problem getting up the courage to read his emails.  Right away I
noticed the email address and screen name he was using was BIG RIC 10 and
knew that I had hit the jackpot.  Email after email was from some horny and
willing man, begging to have my father fuck him or begging for the chance to
fuck my father, and from the emails it appeared he enjoyed both.  There were
dates and times and invitations from various men, as well as sexual
descriptions of the acts he engaged in.  I noticed that one email and "date"
was set for this coming Friday, when my mother would be away and at time I
wouldn't be home. (I had a basketball game)  My father had purposely planned
this time because he would be home alone and able to play.  The email was
from a man named Chris and it was accompanied by a bunch of photos of him
naked.  He was around my father's age, 40, hugely muscular, with a very
handsome face.  My cock got rock hard once I saw the ass and cock this man
had and I had to start jacking off.

Being a horny teenager, the whole week I was preoccupied with the thought
about what my father would do with Chris on Friday.  I began to question my
father's whereabouts, especially his nights at the office or his business
dinners, and began to notice my fathers every action, like his need for a
shower almost every time he came home from work and the gym and the need to
get his haircut on Thursday.  I remember saying goodbye to my mother on
Friday morning and seeing her leave as my father drove her to the airport
where she would be flying to visit her sister.  Having had my computer fixed
earlier in the week and not having an opportunity to further explore my
father's activities I quickly went into his office while he was away.  My
father had been instant messaging that morning and his conversations were
still on the screen, including one with Chris.  My father had ended this
particular conversation with a very simple, "Can't wait to get you in my
bed!"  But it was some of the other conversations that caught my attention.
It seemed that my father had taken advantage of my mother's absence and had
scheduled a full weekend of events with various men, some at my own home;
some at the local motel. My father didn't just plan on having sex with this
one man, but rather with a whole group of them this weekend and I wanted to
know as much about it as I could.

The garage door into the kitchen opened and my father came in.  I noticed
his mood was a lot better than it was when he left.  "Almost time for school
Mical, you should get moving," he replied to me when he saw that I had made
little progress getting ready while he was gone.  "I'm sorry I won't be able
to make your game tonight son, I've got a business arrangement."

"That's ok dad.  I know you would make it if you could.  Maybe we can hit
the gym later or do something this weekend."

"I'd like that son if I can get free.  My hands are all tied up this
weekend," my father replied with smirk.  It wasn't like my father to miss
any of my games because he enjoyed watching me relive some of his old high
school athletic prowess, but I'm sure he would be showing some athletic
prowess of his own today.

I finished my cereal and went upstairs to get dressed and my father went
into his office and logged onto his computer, failing to shut the door.
When I saw this I went quietly back downstairs into the kitchen and heard my
father pick up the phone in his office.  "Yeah, the wife left...  I'm soooo
fucking horny...  Mical will be gone soon... Yes, come on over...  I need to
plow your pussy boy!"  I had never heard my father talk this way and it
excited me.  I couldn't help but touch the growing wood in my pajama
bottoms.  My cock was stiff and slick with a generous amount of precum and I
had to give the pole a few wanks.  "Ok, see you," and my father put the
phone back down, which alerted me that he was done and to what I was doing
and I ran back upstairs. I wasn't sure if my father was planning on working
today, in fact, I was sure he wasn't.  I was also sure that the man he had
been speaking to wasn't Chris and that the man coming over was just the
opening act in a day filled with encounters.

I finished getting ready and stepped into my parent's room to say goodbye to
my father.  He had just finished his own shower and was wrapped in just a
towel.  My father was not a modest man and didn't care about being naked
around "the men" ever.  I had a hard time not staring at him, his body was
just simply amazing.  Tall, dark, handsome, muscular, my father was a
walking wet dream.  Even though he was wearing a towel the wetted towel was
painted onto his huge muscular butt and his package was prominently
displayed in the front.  Thinking about the man that would get to play with
that in person made me very jealous.

"You coming home after classes, or just staying at school," my father asked.

"I'm just going to stay and prepare for the game. It will be easier that
way."

"Ok, have a good day at school Mical, and play well tonight."

"I will dad and I hope your business goes well."  With that I grabbed my
books and my bag and go into my car.  The whole trip to school I thought
about what my father was probably doing at this moment and with whom he
would be doing it.  Classes went by, slowly, and my curiosity just got
stronger.  I know I had said that I wouldn't be returning home after school
but I decided to change my mind to see if anything was happening back at the
house.  Chances are my father would be away, since I had only read about the
one encounter happening later this evening at home, but I had to check it
out for myself.  I wanted to play this as cool as I could and decided to
park my car away from the house so my dad wouldn't know I was there.  As I
made my way into the garage I could tell he wasn't home because his car
wasn't there, and I was very disappointed.  My curiosity still got the best
of me and I decided to check into his office and into his bedroom to see
what he had planned.

Once I was in the office my disappointment continued.  My father's computer
was shut down so I couldn't get into any of his personal documents.  I left
the room and went into the kitchen and I could tell that my father had been
home most of the day.  I decided to go up to my room and relax before my
game.  When I passed my parent's room I noticed the bed was in a state of
disarray.  My father had obviously been fucking.  I dropped my bag in the
hallway and went into the room.  It still smelled of sex and the pillows and
blankets that usually covered the bed were all on the ground.  On the
nightstand next to the bed was a tube of KY and an opened box of Magnum
condoms.  I went closer to the bed and in the wastebasket were the condoms,
still dripping with cum.  I couldn't help but pick one and to my surprise
the cum was still fresh and there was plenty of it.  At the age of 12 I
started enjoying the taste of cum, my own, therefore I opened the condom up
and drank down the contents.  IT WAS AMAZING!  My mind began to wander and
think about all the sexual acts that most have been played out on the bed.
I lowered my head to the sheets and they still smelled ripe.  I couldn't
help myself from taking off all of my clothes and jacking off right on that
bed where my father had just had sex.  I was about to cum when I heard the
front door open.  I recognized my father's voice and quickly picked up my
clothes and got out of the room.

I stopped in the hall and looked down towards the entry way.  There stood my
father, his back to the door, his eyes shut, with a man about his age
opening the zipper to his pants.  He was able to release the cock from the
pants and it was fully engorged at 10 inches and looked powerful.  I wasn't
able to get a better look at the man because his face was firmly planted on
my father's crotch and he was on his knees with his back to me.

"Yeah, suck my cock you whore," was the first thing I heard my father say.

"YES SIR!" the man was quick to respond.

My father began to unbutton his shirt and let it drop to the floor and then
lifted his wife beater over his head, revealing his amazing upper body and
his very erect nipples.  The man took the cue and helped to lift my dad's
legs out of his pants, he wasn't wearing any underwear.  My father took his
cock into his hands and slapped it forcefully against the face of the other
man.  The man was trying all he could to get his mouth back on that
magnificent piece of meat and finally my father had pity on him and shoved
the whole thing back into the man's mouth.

"Uuhhhhgggh, oooooo, yes," my father was moaning and sounded very close to
busting his nut.  He opened his eyes on the man at his feet and grabbed the
man's head in his hands and brought it upwards where he gave the man a big
kiss.  "Let's get upstairs.  I want to get you naked and have a piece of
that ass."  The man got up on his feet and started up the stairs, my
father's hands planted on his ass the whole way.  This was the first real
look at the man I had gotten and I was very impressed.  From what I guessed
the man was in his 30s, dark blond hair and his muscles were bulging out of
his t-shirt.  The man looked vaguely familiar and I recognized him as one of
my fathers lifting partners from the local gym.

I quickly ran and hid in my room and noticed that I was still naked with a
raging hardon.  The last glance of the pair was that of my father, his eyes
firmly planted on the man's ass.  He was a man possessed.  I was upset that
I was going to miss the action but was happy to hear that my father had not
shut the door, either door, the main door to the bedroom or to the bathroom
that I shared with my parents.  My head quickly began to think about the
best way to view the action without getting caught because I was sure it was
hot and heated.  I decided to slip into the bathroom because the door was
only slightly ajar and I would be able to get the best view of the action on
the bed, giving me an advantage in both.

The first sight I had was the man on all fours, my father behind him licking
up and down the man's crack.  My father looked obsessed with the man's hole
and didn't seem to ever come up for air.  He just kept eating the ass,
eating it and eating it.  There was an air of masculinity and naked flesh
that permeated from the two men, and combined with the earlier smells the
room was beginning to smell like a whorehouse.

"Ohhhhh, yes, eat my ass... oooohhhhh...oooooooohhhhhhhh."

"You like that?  You like having my tongue up your slut shoot?  You really
are a whore, aren't you?"  This was the first time my father had been up
from that hole in minutes and it appeared he had other ideas of what to do
with that hole.  One by one my father began testing the man's hole with his
fingers and was doing so in a much more aggressive manner.

"Oooohhh, oooooooooooooooohhhhh... ahhhhhhhh." The man continued to moan as my
father began to really test this piece of ass.  I noticed that the man was
taking the assault with relative ease and that my father was now fucking the
man with a full 3 fingers.  I began to wonder if my father was going to fist
this man but this thought was interrupted when my father got up and went
over to his closet and returned bedside with a black bag.  I hardly noticed
the bag until he got back to the man's ass because I was to transfixed by
the erect piece of meat between my father's legs.

"Get ready boy, I am really to going to stretch you out now and see if you
will be able to take this huge cock I got," my father barked as he removed a
gigantic black dildo from the bag.  The thing was huge, the thing was
massive and I had wondered why I had never seen that thing before.  My
father was not a gentle lover, I noticed, and his main concern was his
pleasure and not that of the man he was with.  With one swift and violent
shove he buried all 12 inches of the plastic cock up the man's ass.

"AHHHHHHHH, I CAN'T, IT HURTS, STOP!"

"You'll take this whore and you'll like it!"

"Please, I can't" the man said as tears formed in his eyes.

My father was not a violent man and withdrew the dildo from the man's ass
and threw the man onto his back.  He reached over for the pack of condoms on
the bed, but not the lube.  He gave the man's ass a smack and said:

"Well, whore, looks like you're lubed up enough already.  Your ass juices
have made this one sloppy pussy and I am going to pound the shit out of it.
Once I get going there will be no stopping, so you better take it like a
man!"  And with that my father began his anal assault on the man, but unlike
with the dildo the man surely was enjoying being stuffed with my father's 10
inches.

"Oh, yeah... give me that ass, boy.  Give it up.  Give up that ass to your
daddy."  I had never heard my father call himself daddy to anyone other than
myself and it caught my attention and jealousy. "You like me fucking your
ass, you little faggot? Big dick, ain't it boy?  Big, real man's dick up
your ass, ain't it?  Thank your Daddy for putting his big, thick dick up
your ass."

"Mmmmppphhh, ugghhhh, thank you" he was able to mutter.

"What's my name, boy?" He said, bringing down a slap on the man's ass cheek.

"Daddy!! Thank you Daddy!!" he yelled out.

All this daddy talk really had me going and I imagined that it was me on
that bed, on my back, legs up being fucked by that huge piece of meat.
Could my father possibly have the same thoughts about me as I had of him?
With each thrust of his cock into the man's ass I beat my own cock.  The
headboard to my parents bed was slamming against the wall and because of the
force that my father was using to fuck this man I thought the bed would
collapse.  I noticed that the tempo was getting faster and from the heavy
breathing and increased effort I noticed that my father was about to cum.

"OOooooh yes, fuck, I'm gonna cum you whore, I'm gonna cum..."

"Yes, shooot all over me."

"Here is comes, here is comes, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggg,
mmmmmmmmmpopppppppppph, ooooooooooooo..." and with that last gasp my father
pulled his cock from the hole with one loud POP, threw the condom off and
shot the largest, thickest load I had ever seen in my life down onto the
man, far outdoing my own load that I ejaculated along with him.  My father
gave the man a kiss and lay in bed with him for awhile before he got up and
started dressing.

"You need to go now. My son will my home from school and I have things I
need to do.  Thanks for the ass."  I thought it was odd my father was using
me as an excuse, especially since he knew I planned on staying at school,
but it was obvious that he had other men to do today and wanted to move on.
The man got up, kissed my father on the lips and said simply, "You were
amazing."  He left the bedroom and then the house.  My father stretched a
bit and headed downstairs towards the kitchen.  The phone rang and he picked
it up.  Still horny and curios about my father's sex life I listened in.

"Yes, this is Mr. Manchester.  Hey, Coach how have you been?  No, I won't be
at the game tonight but won't miss it on Tuesday.  Sure, I should be free
this weekend and would love to get together.  Ok.  No, I haven't seen Mical.
  He said he was staying after school to prepare for the game."

I looked down at the clock on my dresser and realized I was late for game
prep.  I had to get out of the house somehow without my father noticing.  My
father hadn't hung up yet with the coach and was preoccupied with plans that
they were making for later this weekend, which gave me the perfect
opportunity to slip out of the house and head back to school.


To be continued...