Date: Mon, 26 May 2014 10:13:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason Fowler <goodtime32087@yahoo.com>
Subject: Phone Sex with Daddy - Chapter Seven

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"Oh if she only knew." He laughed and then started the engine. He reached
over and wound his arm around my shoulders before pulling me flush against
him. I looked around to see if anyone else was close by. "I told you,
Babe. I don't care who knows. You're mine now."

His? Did he mean that? What a concept. I decided to put that on the
backburner for now. We had a full afternoon ahead of us. A full night too
if I had my way.

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PHONE SEX WITH DADDY – CHAPTER SEVEN

Ben turned off the truck when we parked in front of my house and we both
looked at each other.  I had a raging boner in my shorts of what was to
come. I opened the door and was imbued by the clean aroma of fresh cut
grass. My nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply one of my favorite
scents. Looking out across my yard I realize that was the source of the
delicious fragrance.

I walked around the truck and Ben was standing there looking at the
house. I don't know if it was the afternoon sun catching the amber and
chocolate streaks in his hair or if it was the way he was silhouetted
against the glow, but he looked even hotter right then.

He turned and grabbed my hand, and walked up to the front door with me. I
opened the door, and we both walked in to the cool air conditioning. Ben
closed the door behind us and then I started walking through the house.

"Dad?" I called out and heard nothing. I turned to look at Ben and saw him
shrug his shoulders. "Dad!" I called louder.

"Upstairs, Jeremy!"

We both turned at the bottom of the stairs in the direction from which the
voice of my father came. I looked over at Ben and he grinned. Neither of us
knew what was waiting for us at the top of the stairs but we were both
anxious to find out.

"You ready for this?" I asked.

"More than you'll ever know." He replied with a firm swat to my ass. The
sting seemed to radiate all through my body as he kept his big hand on my
plump ass cheek. We walked upstairs and I saw my father's bedroom door
open. The same room he and I had been sharing now for a few weeks. I walked
closer and heard Ben's footsteps behind me. I pushed open the door and
found my father...in all of his glory.

He was standing at the end of his bed with a t-shirt still in his hand and
a pair of denim shorts laying on the edge of the made bed. He was standing
there with a sheen of sweat all over his body, grass was on his arms, legs,
and in his hair.  And he was naked...very naked.

"Well, I wasn't expecting to meet you like this." My father said and I
realized Ben and I were both staring at him. His body was tight, muscular,
and hairy in all of the right places and I never tired of looking at him. I
looked over at Ben as his eyes rose and fell taking in the sight of my
father's body. A body I knew very intimately, and one he would soon know
for himself.

"You knew I was coming home. And that Ben was bringing me." I said trying
to find something normal to grasp onto. It wasn't working very well with my
father there nude and my teammate staring at him.

"Jeremy, I was going crazy waiting on you to get home so I mowed the lawn
and I was just about to jump in the shower to wash off all the sweat and
grass when I heard you yelling at me."

"Oh, sorry." I said looking down at the carpet for the first time since
walking in the bedroom.

"Now, if you'll excuse me. I'll take a shower and then we'll meet in the
kitchen?"

Ben walked forward without saying a word. I watched him, unable to
speak. His stride was long and confident, like he knew exactly what he was
doing. He walked straight up to my father and then stopped directly in
front of him. I had to strain to hear him when he spoke.

"Don't take a shower." The words were breathless and husky. Then I heard
him inhale deeply. I watched almost in shock. As if I were having an out of
body experience.

"Come here, son." My father spoke and I moved beside Ben so we were both
mere inches away from my father. I waited suddenly very apprehensive of the
next more. Should I make it? Should I wait for one of them to decide? What
did it all mean? I quickly glanced at Ben. His eyelids were drooped, and OH
MY GOD! I looked down and his shorts were obscenely tented. I realized that
we were all hard, but Dad was naked. Standing there in all of his hot,
sweaty glory I saw the man who had given me life.

My father sat down on the small sofa that was directly across from the
bed. It was positioned diagonally from the bed and the doorway to the
bathroom.

"Take each other's clothes off." He said and then watched. I felt Ben's
hands on my again as he quickly removed my shirt and shorts and then my
underwear. I hadn't even started to undress him yet and here I stood as
naked as my father.

My hands were shaking as I reached for Ben's shirt. Grasping the hem I
realized it was excitement, not nervousness, that was causing the
vibrations through my body.

I pulled his shirt off and admired his lightly hairy chest and realized,
for the first time, it was sparse compared to my father's chest. The
similarities and the differences were going to fun exploring. I kept
contact with his body as I ran my hands down his torso. I made a show of
kneeling in front of him and kissing his navel.

As I lightly pulled lightly on the happy trail above the waistband he
moaned. I kissed below his belly-button to the top of his shorts and then
glanced at my father. His cock was rock hard and he was very lightly
stroking just the shaft. I knew how sensitive the tip was and he wanted
this to last.

While still looking in my father's eyes I pulled Ben's shorts down and then
took his cock head into my mouth. They both groaned at the same time and my
cock flexed between my bent legs. I was steady as Ben used me for support
while stepping out of his shorts and then I stood. I moved close enough to
him that our hips and the very tips of our cocks were touching.

"Kiss me." Ben said and then turned my face so he captured my lips.

"Oh fuck." My Dad said causing us to break the lip lock and look at
him. "Get over here boys and make Daddy feel good."

We both settled on opposite sides of him and he pulled his hands up behind
his head. I inhaled deeply. It was an intoxicating scent of my father and
the cut grass.  Ben and I both dove at the same time.

"Jesus Christ!" My Dad said as Ben and I both began kissing and licking his
body. We started at his neck and then to his collarbone. I moved down his
hairy chest and felt more than heard the moan when I found the flat
nipple. I encircled it and then sucked.

Then the perfume of his armpit assaulted my senses. I looked up in his eyes
and saw the desire. I moved directly into the fold of his arm and stuck my
tongue out as I inhaled. The moist heat was overwhelming. The flavor was
stronger than it had ever been and I humped my hard cock now along his
strong, hairy thigh.

"Fuck yeah, Baby. Eat your Daddy's armpit." Ben's voice was right beside my
ear and it drove me fucking crazy. Then I heard what could only be
incredibly passionate kissing. My father and my new lover were making out
as I was devouring my father's sweaty armpit.

It was all overwhelming and I felt my orgasm building. I stopped licking
and tried to inhale deeply to delay the reaction. That did not help. I was
infused with my father's spice again. I tried to think of my calculus
homework, the old woman across the street who had adopted me as a
make-shift grandson, and the way the mailman always ran late, but only on
Tuesdays. Anything at all to make the feeling stop. I didn't want it to be
over.

As scattered as my brain was I couldn't stop the chain reaction that was
happening. My father moaned, Ben gasped and I thrust against my father's
hip. Fiery pleasure stretched out to the tips of my body and then came
rushing, all at once to my cock. The feeling was too much and the explosion
happened.

I cried loudly into my father's arm. I grasped whatever I could find,
though I had idea of what it was and I humped harder.

"Yes baby."  Ben cooed in my ear.

"Let it go, Son." My father encouraged and I raced headfirst into my
orgasm. It was intense and seemed to last long moments though in reality it
was a few seconds.

I pulled my head back and Ben sealed his lips with mine. My father's hand
ran down my back and cupped my right ass cheek. I finally broke free to
breathe and I stared at the two men both holding me. Somehow Ben had
maneuvered beside me and I was cushioned between both of them.

"Feel good baby?"  My father asked as he ran his thumb across my lips.

"Yes...sir."  My voice was strangled, but at least steady.

"You are so hot when you cum." Ben said kissing my shoulder and then up my
neck.

"That was amazing, but I'm sorry it happened so fast. I tried to stop it
but..."

"Don't you ever try to stop pleasure." My father said firmly. "You're young
and you can reload quickly. You should be having as many orgasms as
possible at this point in your life. Not trying to delay them."

"But I wanted it to last."


"And it will."  This time it was Ben. "We are nowhere near done." His smile
was mischievous and at that moment I fell in love with him a little bit.

I moved down until I was on my knees in front of both of those two
beautiful men. Ben moved closer to Dad and then my father wrapped his arm
around his shoulders. He looked over at my Dad and his smile was...shy. My
father smiled back. So much being said without a single word being spoken.

I wrapped my hands around both of their cocks and stroked them in
unison. Dad in my left and Ben in my right. I looked up and watched as they
both moved in and kissed each other. My lust grew when I saw my Father's
tongue slip into Ben's mouth. I sat up on my knees and then lowered my head
to my father's cock.

I saw the pulsing vein, felt the size and heat of it. Then I tasted the
head. His sweaty aroma was very strong here between his legs and I was in
pig heaven. Closing my lips around the head I flicked my tongue all around
the edge and then through the slit. I felt a hand on the back of my head
but didn't look to see whose it was.

When the hand pushed me farther down the shaft I complied and I heard them
both moan when I continued until I had taken him completely. Being able to
deepthroat my Father's cock was a great source of pride for me. It always
made me feel special that I could make him feel so good.

"Suck your Daddy's big dick!" Ben cried out as I felt my father thrust up
trying to get more into my mouth.

"Go eat my son's pussy." I heard my father say and then I pulled back off
of his cock.

"Oh God, do it Ben."

"Gladly." He said with a huge smile as he stood and then walked around
me. He knelt down behind me and I looked up into my father's eyes as I
began nursing on the head of his cock.

I felt the warmth of Ben's tongue against my ass as he pulled my cheeks
apart and dove in.  I gasped and then settled in for a nice rimming job.

I felt his tongue dancing around the edges of my ass. His face was buried
deep between my cheeks. I felt the short stubble of his two-day beard
scratching so good against my sensitive cheeks. I felt him as he ran his
tongue down the entire cleft of my ass.

"Jeremy?" My Dad's voice brought me back to reality as the fog of pleasure
slowly rolled out of my mind I focused on him. I was still kneeling
directly in front of him. His large frame spread out in front of me. The
scent of him swimming around me. It smelled of sweat, leather, and the
grass.

He grabbed a hand full of my hair and I felt the pricks as he pulled. Sharp
needles ran down my spine to where Ben's mouth was still devouring me. I
opened my mouth as my father held my head in his hands. One hand on my left
cheek the other gripping my hair and leading me to his dripping cock.

I closed my lips around his member just as I felt Ben's face move away from
where he had been preforming his incredibly duty.  I felt the tip of his
dick teasing me as he had climbed up to me. He ran his cock up between my
cheeks, staying on the outside of me.

"Here you go, Ben." My Father said as he handed him something. I couldn't
see what it was from my current angle. I focused on pleasuring my Father
again. His groan and return of his hand to my hair was all the proof I
needed he was indeed enjoying it. I jumped a little when I felt cool liquid
against my ass.

"Come back here, baby." Ben said pulling me back against him. I jerked my
head around and watched as he applied more lube to my ass and continued
thrusting his cock between my now very slick, very plump ass cheeks.

Then Ben shocked me and reached around and picked me up completely. He
carried me over to the bed as Dad followed us. He flipped me onto my back
and then positioned himself between my legs and slowly began pushing inside
of me.

"Holy Fuck!" I moaned when the head penetrated and he continued pushing. I
was still tender and the pain was not quick to subside. Ben took his sweet
time, but I tried a new technique for dealing with the pain. Screaming. I
tried desperately to rid my body of the pain through my voice. I think it
drove Ben wild hearing it. The pain did subside but my Father was kneeling
beside me now.

"Let's put that mouth to good use." He said pulling my head to the side and
shoving his cock into my mouth. Filled at both ends. Loving every, single,
solitary second.  Trying to wrap my mind around the feelings and finally I
just gave myself over to the sensations.

I opened my eyes as I felt Ben leaning down. He continued lightly thrusting
as he looked into my eyes and then began kissing my father's shaft just
below where my lips were. I opened my mouth and moaned feeling the paternal
cock slip away. I watched as Ben's lips closed around it.

"Suck Daddy's dick." I said softly. My father watched the entire thing with
a slacked jaw and smile on his face.

"Nothing like having two beautiful young men servicing me." He said with a
hand on both of us. He ruffled our hair as if he had just congratulated us
on a job well done.  Such a simple gesture was made even more erotic as Ben
moved into his hand even more.

"You deserve to be worshipped. Jeremy and I are going to see that it is
done properly." He said and then began sucking again. I moved down and
licked my Dad's balls. The sweaty, hairy, huge nuts rested on my face as I
bathed them one at a time. I had never felt more beautiful than I did the
moment Ben leaned down and kissed my lips covered in my Dad's ball-sweat.

Ben moved up onto his knees again and began driving harder into me. I felt
his movements becoming jerky. I tightened myself and my Father pulled him
in and kissed him deeply causing Dad's dick to throb. I began moving trying
to meet Ben's thrusting as my father settled into a similar rhythm. Then
Dad lifted his left arm and Ben shoved his face into his armpit. That was
all it took.

Ben was the first to cum. He thrust deep and cried out as he continued
feasting on my father's sweaty pit. Then feeling him cum, I quickened my
efforts on Dad's dick.

"Get ready Son. I'm going to fucking feed you another thick helping of
Daddy cream." He said just as the first spurt coated my tongue. Tasting the
cum and feeling Ben shudder again was enough to cause my own release. No
one had touched my throbbing cock, but I didn't need it. I covered my own
stomach and chest as I looked up to see Ben pull my Dad into another deep
kiss.

It was an amazing sight to watch the two sexy men kissing like ancient
lovers who had been doing this forever. My father's caress was gentle and
Ben moved into it.  His cock still hard and still buried in me, my Father's
cock still between my lips with flavor of his sperm still on my tongue.

I remained very still and very quiet as they continued to enjoy each
other. Ben moved with such a conviction I wondered where it had come
from. When he pulled away my heart tightened in my chest when I saw his
eyes shiny with tears. He was craving it.

We all moved up onto the bed and when Ben tried to get on the other side of
me I pulled him to the center. He looked at me with emotions thick in his
eyes. My Father pulled my teammate against him and wrapped him in his
strong arms. It was an embrace I knew well, and loved.

I realized instantly that I was not jealous at all of this moment. I did
not consider my Father any different. As a matter of fact I fell even a
little more in love with him right then. I watched him hold Ben with a
fierce tenderness. My Father's love was not limited, and he was opening it
up even more to take on another person. A person I could see really needed
it.

When I heard Ben sniff I knew he was crying into my Father's chest. I
looked up and saw Dad's eyes looking back at me. I smiled and then I
moved. When I had climbed out of the bed I looked back and saw the two
naked men wrapped up tightly with each other. My Father smiled at me and
nodded just before I closed the door and let them have their very private
moment.

My heart was breaking into a thousand pieces. I was beginning to feel
helpless. It was not because my Father was wrapped around Ben as he had
been around me countless times. Instead, my heart was breaking for
Ben. What had caused him so much pain? What demons now haunted him so
deeply that he was left in tears? I could only hope and pray that once he
had this time he would share with me. I wanted to help.

I went into my bathroom and took a long hot shower. I kept thinking about
my friend and wondering what could be causing him such pain.

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I was sitting in the living room an hour later and I hadn't heard a peep
from my Father's bedroom. I had cleaned up and dressed in a simple pair of
gym shorts and tank top. I was curled up in one of the large, over-stuffed
chairs that was in front of the large window. I had my feet curled up under
me as I was reading a new novel.

My friends all tend to tease me a little bit because I truly enjoy reading
more than I enjoy anything else. I was half way through the fifth book in
the Harry Potter series when I heard shuffling. I looked up from my book
and saw my Father standing in the doorway leading into the living room. His
hair was still wet from the shower he had taken and he wore a hunter green
polo shirt and a pair of khakis.

"Jeremy, are you alright son?" He asked. I closed the book after marking my
place and turned in my seat so my feet fell into the floor. I looked past
him but didn't see Ben anywhere.  "He's still asleep." He answered my
unasked question.

"I am fine." I said when he crossed the room and kneeled down in front of
me.

"Jeremy, I love you. I never meant to make you jealous..."

"Jealous?" I interrupted. "You think I'm jealous?"

"I see it in your eyes. There is a pain there from a lover scorned."

"What?" I asked shocked. How could he possibly think that? "Do you honestly
think so little of me?" I couldn't keep the hurt out of my voice.

"Jeremy?"

"No, Dad. Do you think if I had been jealous I would have left the room? Do
you think I would have walked out while you two were wrapped up, naked? In
bed?" I blinked back the tears desperate not to cry. I didn't even know why
tears were threatening to fall. Everything had hit me. "I could see that
Ben needed you.  For some reason he needed to be alone with you. I don't
know the reason, and I don't even want to know until he is ready to tell
me. But jealous?"

Dad pulled me forward until he shut me up with his kiss. I pushed against
his chest but he only gripped me tighter. I finally gave up and his kiss
won me over. I didn't know why or how this was happening but it was
overwhelming.

He finally pulled back and looked into my eyes. He lifted his thumb to my
cheek and whisked away the single tear that had fallen.

"I don't want to fight." I finally said and he settled back in front of
me. He laid his head in my lap and I stroked his hair.

"I made a mistake." He finally began. "I was afraid you were upset. A
million thoughts raced through my mind after you left. I was wrong and
stupid to jump to conclusions. The one thing that didn't cross my mind was
the fact that you would be concerned." He looked up at me. "You're an
amazing young man, and Ben is lucky to have you."

I smiled hearing his words. I stroked my fingers lightly through his hair
as he sat down between my legs and kept his head nestled in my lap.

"I don't need to know everything, but please tell me. Is Ben okay?"

"I honestly don't know." He said.

"I hope so.  Ben has been one of my best friends since the second grade. I
don't want him to be in pain, and that was pain, Dad."

"Yes, it was a deep pain, but he didn't say much. He cried for the longest
time and I just held him." He said and it caused my chest to tighten just
knowing my friend was in that kind of pain. "I'm sure he will talk to you
when the time is right. He trusts you."

"I need to explain."

We both jerked at the unexpected voice. There stood Ben in just a pair of
shorts. His eyes were rimmed in red and his hair was ruffled. His look was
one of pain just as I had suspected. It was heartbreaking.

"I need to explain to both of you." He said.

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