Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 12:12:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stripper - Part 5

STRIPPER!

Part  5

By Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)

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Dad looked a bit surprised when I said what I wanted
to do, but a sort of half smile broke out over his
face and he said, half laughingly

"You know, Steve, it takes a real man to get up my
ass.  I'm big enough and strong enough so you only get
up there by invitation.  And most guys, looking at me,
naturally assume I'm going to fuck them and not allow
myself to be fucked.  But I said we were going to live
together like real buddies, and between close buddies
everything is mutual - sometimes we give, and
sometimes we take."

As he finished speaking, dad rolled over on to his
stomach, crossed his arms under his face, and buried
his head in them with a contented sigh.  I could see
his broad shoulders tapering to his narrow waist, and
the curve of his muscular ass rising above it all.
Dad didn't have a lot of hair on his back and
shoulders, but his arms and legs were covered in
short, wiry hair.  He wasn't very tanned - working don
the mine saw to that - but I could see the faint trace
of a tan line around his ass.  He really did look like
one of those models from the top-shelf gay magazines,
as he lay there,  waiting for me.

I'm a quick learner, and I remembered what dad had
told me.  So I got up off the bed, then slapped dad's
ass, as hard as I could!  My palm stung, the blow was
so hard.

"Turn over onto your back, and get your legs in the
air", I snapped at him.  "This isn't amateur night,
you know!"

I knew dad knew I was half joking, because he slowly
turned over, locking his eyes to mine.

"Dad.. You said that if you really wanted to get all
your dick deep into a  guy, you had to do it in the
missionary position.  And that fucking the guy doggy
fashion, whilst easier, wasn't as penetrating.  Well,
the first time, I want to go all the way in....."

I'd said that hesitantly, but when I saw dad still had
that half smile that said he understood that I was
going to be in charge, I changed my tone again and
went on, harshly

"So, mister, get those legs in the air, grasp your
ankles and pull them apart, and let me see that ass
hole of yours so I know what delights are in store for
me!"

Dad did as I'd said, and I knelt behind him and stared
down at his hole.  It was that lovely light
pinky-brown against the whiteness of his skin that I
had now seen so many times as I shaved him in our
weekly ritual.  But now it was mine to touch and fuck.

I reached out my hand, and very tentatively, very
hesitantly, brushed my finger over the tender flesh.
I was rewarded by seeing dad move, almost
involuntarily, and he gave a little sigh of pleasure.

Dad had only cum a few minutes ago, and at his age I
knew that it was useless to expect him to have
re-charged yet.  So I knew it was no use me jerking
him off to provide a pool of cum to lubricate the
fucking, as he had done with me.  Equally, I could
hardly jerk myself off, as I needed the cum to shoot
up dad - and even a horny 16 year old can't do that
twice in such very quick succession.

Remembering what I'd read in some of the porn stories
on the Internet,  I bent right over so my face was
right up close to his pucker.  I got that wonderful
rich smell of hot male ass, and my dick was completely
erect - I felt sure I must be leaking precum
everywhere.  I screwed my mouth up and rolled my
tongue around inside my mouth to get up a good volume
of saliva, then spat, hard, at dad's hole.  Again,
there was the involuntary movement and the short sigh.

Reaching out with my finger then, I started to massage
my spit into dad's hole, pushing and probing so that
my finger went in.  It was so hot and moist in there,
and I moved my finger around, pushing until my palm
was flat against dad's ass cheek so that I could get
all the finger up into him.  I was searching around
for that prostate I'd read about, because I really
wanted to see dad's reaction if I massaged it, as all
the stories say you should.  But I couldn't feel
anything, and dad's reaction didn't change much - I
marked this down as something I needed to ask dad
about later - I didn't want to spoil the atmosphere
right now.

With one finger in, I remembered what dad had done,
pulled out slightly, then inserted a second, and then
a third.  I kept watching, eager to see what happened,
and couldn't believe how flexible the flesh was there
- that tight little pucker had stretched amazingly to
accommodate my fingers, and dad was obviously
experiencing what I had a few minutes before, as he
was writhing just ever so slightly as my fingers
pulled and stretched at him.

But I knew I couldn't wait very long to move on - my
dick was actually hurting, it was thrusting upwards so
hard.  And from the big threads of precum dripping
from it, I knew that at any moment I was liable to
shoot my load, even before I'd got it in to dad's
hole.

So I spat again, this time into my palm, and used it
to lubricate my dick - very risky, given the
hair-trigger state I was in at that moment!

Look, it wasn't particularly expert. I just stabbed my
dick head at  dad's pucker, and pushed and pushed.
After a lot of initial resistance, once my flange had
got inside, I slid much more easily, and very quickly,
right in - slamming my pubic bone against dad's
sensitive ass and causing him to grunt with the pain.

I'm not going to go on about this in all the gory
detail - firstly, I know you all know what it's like
to fuck a guy, and secondly, looking back at it, I'm a
bit ashamed at what a fumbling mess I made of it.
Still, I suppose we all do that, the first time, don't
we?   I'd really only slid in and out a couple of
times when I felt that unmistakable sensation in my
balls and in my dick as a huge load of cum just had to
force its way out.  I had to stop fucking - all I
could do was just kneel there and feel my cum pumping
out from me and shooting deep inside dad.

I collapsed forwards to lie on dad's lovely hairy
chest, and he wrapped his arms and legs around me,
holding me tight to him and in him.

"Dad.... I'm sorry..."

"For what, Steve?  You didn't hurt me, you know....
It's just that any man touching me there gives me
such... Such... Pure pleasure"

"But dad... I'm sorry for cumming so quickly.  I
wanted to fuck you for hours, to go on and on, to
really give you a fucking you would remember for ever.
 I wanted it to be as special for you as I was hoping
it was going to be for me.... And it was all over so
quickly, I had no time to take it all in."

"Don't worry about it, Steve.  You young guys are
always too quick to cum.  It doesn't matter when
you're fucking a girl, as all their pleasure is from
the foreplay.  But you need to slow down for another
guy - next time, we'll jerk you off first, before you
start:  by the time you're ready to cum, you'll have
been able to fuck for at least ten minutes!".  Dad was
laughing as he said this, and I knew he was secretly
proud of my virility.

Actually, what I'd told dad was not quite true.  I had
remembered quite a lot of it.  I particularly remember
how much I enjoyed the feeling of thrusting my dick
into dad's hole.  I enjoyed being on top of him, in
control.  I enjoyed burying myself into his body, and
filling him up with my cum. I wanted to have that
feeling of mastery and control again, of ordering him
to lie how I wanted, then of having him lie there
under me, waiting for me to enter him and fill him
with my body.

I pulled out gradually, then sort of pushed dad's arms
away, and stood up.

"Stay there!", I told him, just as he had told me.  I
went into the bathroom and spent a long time washing
dad's crap off my dick, and I could see him watching
me through the open bathroom door, with a sort of
amused smile on his face.  He continued to smile as I
came back with a wad of toilet tissue, then told him
to spread his legs and lift his ass off the bed, so I
could clean him up.

Everything that he, as a grown man, could do for me, I
was determined to do back to him.  Dad had said when
he wiped my ass, and I'd told him I was so
embarrassed, that this was one of the most intimate
things one guy could do for another.  As I sponged
away at him, I saw what he meant.  More even than
fucking, taking charge of the other guy in this way
really demonstrates who's the boss.

We lay together for quite along time after that, just
talking, about nothing much, really, and occasionally
reaching out and languidly playing with each other's
bodies.  I ran my fingers over dad's upper part,
feeling the sheer power in his chest, and the hard
ridges in his belly.  He did the same to me, and said
how well I was coming on from the games and gym work
at school.  We just played with each other's dicks,
too - not to jerk each other off, or anything, just to
enjoy the pleasure of having the other's dick in our
hands and feel it's silky warmth.  I felt so close to
dad, and knew that this was how two real equals would
be with each other.

"Look, Steve, we can't lie here all day, you know",
dad said finally.

"Why not, dad... Just another hour or so.  There's no
game this afternoon, so I'm free all day."

"Well you might want to laze around all day, but I've
got a guy from work coming over.  He's had a lot of
trouble with the exhaust system on his SUV, and I'm
going to help him fix it.  He got a stupid price from
the local repair shop, and when I listened to it in
the car park as we were leaving after our shift, I
thought it sounded like something really simple - I
hate to see the guy ripped off by the repairers, as
he's saving hard to get married."

Just as he said this, we heard the throaty roar of a
broken exhaust coming up the street.  Dad leaped
lightly to his feet, pulled on a pair of shorts,
socks, and his tough work boots, and quickly splashed
some water over his face and hands.

"Come on, lazy bones!", he said to me.  "Get out of
the sack, and come and meet Jase.  It's only polite.
I don't want him to think I've got a lazy bastard of a
son who spends all Saturday in his pit!".

So Idid the same.  It was a hot morning, and so I too
just pulled on some shorts, and a pair of sneakers.

We went outside, and a tall, well built man wearing
dungarees jumped down easily from his SUV.

"Hi, Joe", he said to dad.

"Hi, Jase.  You found it, then - I told you we were
not as far out of town as you expected.  This is the
son and heir, Steve"

Jase stretched out his hand, and we shook.  Like dad,
he had strong, broad hands and I could tell from the
confident way he squeezed me that he was a man who was
used to using his body - so many guys give you a timid
little squeeze, as if they're afraid they might hurt
you, or as if they don't know how to work their
muscles.  But Jase was all man, all confident.

Dad and Jase went off and started to work on the SUV,
and I sat on the porch with a book, studying.  Well, I
was supposed to be studying, but I couldn't help
watching dad and Jase work away.  Dad, as I've said,
was just in a pair of old shorts and work boots, so I
could see most of his body as he worked away.  Jase's
dungarees gave me exciting occasional views of his
chest and back as the "bib" part moved in and out from
his body.  He wasn't as well muscled as dad, but he
had good, strong development.  You could tell he was
used to working hard down the mine, as there wasn't an
ounce of fat visible on him.  I wondered what his ass
and his legs were like, but the floppy dungarees
really concealed it all.  Neither could I make even a
guess about his dick - the dungarees were so loose
that they totally concealed whatever delights might be
nestling there.

They were both under the SUV, banging away at
something, and I could see dad's hairy, strong legs
moving around as he tried to get a purchase on
something to exert more power on whatever he was
doing.  It was great - as he shuffled around I could
see occasional glimpses of his dick and his balls up
the leg of his shorts.  Somehow, it was much more
erotic than seeing him totally naked, and I felt
myself getting a real hard-on.  Was it just that  I
was used to seeing dad nude, and the skimpy shorts
somehow turned the flashes of cock and balls into an
exhibition?  Or was it seeing the two bodies side by
side?

After about an hour they both got out, and I could
hear them muttering about taking a break from the
bitch of a thing.  Both were covered in sweat from
their exertions, and there were dark patches in the
crotch of dad's shorts and Jase's dungarees.  Dad told
me to go and fetch them a couple of beers, and they
sat on the porch steps, side by side, drinking them
out of the cans.

"OK, Jase, back to the struggle!", dad said, and they
both got up.

"Man, it's so hot today.  I'm going to put on my
mining clothes!", he continued.

With that, dad unbuttoned the top of his shorts, let
them fall to the ground, and simply stepped out of
them.  He gave a little "flick" at his dick to free it
from where the sweat was sticking it to his balls, and
said

"Come on, Jase!  You must be even hotter in those
dungarees.  There are no neighbours to worry about -
pretend you're down the mine!"

"Sure Joe - it's just that - well, your son, you
know...."

"Don't worry about Steve.   He sees me naked all the
time, and he's a star football player at school so
he's used to seeing guys naked in the showers.  I know
you've got nothing to be ashamed of.... Just pretend
we're at work, as usual...."

Jase gave a sort of shrug, and sat on the porch steps
to take his boots off - unlike dad's shorts with wide
legs, his dungarees wouldn't slide over his boots.
Then he undid the bib part of his dungarees and let
them fall, so I could see his upper body fully now.
Very nicely muscled, but almost no hair - both dad and
I were well thatched, and Jase's almost hairless chest
made his nipples stand out well.
He unbuttoned the side of the dungarees, and pushed
them down.  He was wearing white cotton boxers, and
he'd been sweating so much that they were sticking to
him - I could see the pink of his ass quite clearly
through the wet, translucent cotton as he bent down.

Jase was going to put his boots back on, when dad said
"Oh, come on!  Those clammy boxers can't be any fun!
Remember when I first arrived at the mine, all you
guys used to take your shorts off once you were at the
face, but kept your boxers on.  It was horrible having
to work like that, with the humidity from the
dust-damping sprays and the heat.  When I took my
shorts off that first day and you saw I didn't bother
with underwear, you all jeered - but you soon saw how
much more comfortable I was working naked.  And now
you all do it - I think there's been a big increase in
visitors, you know, since we all started working in
the nude.  I guess they get a charge from seeing a
gang of men in hard hats, work boots, a leather tool
belt, and nothing else!"

"Sure Joe, but Steve...."

"Don't worry about him.... Hey, Steve, if Jase and I
are going to be naked here, there's no reason for you
to keep those shorts on.  Strip 'em off, boy!"

"Sure, dad".

Without hesitation I unbuttoned my shorts, let them
drop, and stepped out of them.  I saw Jase looking at
me, and then he shrugged, pushed his thumbs under the
waistband of his boxers, and pushed them down.

He had a nice dick - not as thick as dad's, a bit
slimmer, to complement his generally less muscular
body.  But his balls were good and heavy, and were
swinging down almost to the end of his dick.  It was a
pity he was like most of the guys at school - cut, but
I guess you don't escape the knife unless it's a
family tradition like for dad and me.  As he bent down
to pull his boots back on, I got that sight that's
always good to see in a well-hung man:  the back view
of Jase's long legs and lean thighs, with his balls
swinging between them

Dad and Jase walked back to start work on the SUV
again, and as they did so dad put an arm around Jase's
naked shoulders - just companionably, as you might to
a good buddy.  I noticed that Jase didn't make any
attempt to stop him, so guessed they did this at the
mine all the time. I wanted to be Jase then, to have
dad walking next to me in that friendly;  or did I
want to be dad, and be able to feel Jase's body
pressed against mine?

Now when they were lying under the SUV I couldn't work
at all.  As the two men lay side by side, just the
bottom of their bodies stuck out, and I got fantastic
views of their dicks.  And as they struggled to get a
grip on whatever it was they were trying to undo under
there, they kicked their legs around in the dirt to
try to get a purchase, and I got flashes of their ass
holes.  I knew all about dad's, of course, but I was
surprised to see that Jase, too, seemed to have shaved
himself down there - or perhaps it was just that he
wasn't particularly hairy, and his blond hair did not
show up well against the white of his skin.  I longed
to go over there, kneel down in-between the two men,
and surprise them by feeling their dicks and
discovering the mystery of Jase's crack hair by
running a finger down to it after stroking his balls.
But whilst I knew that what dad and I did together
couldn't possibly be wrong, I also knew that,
stupidly, a lot of men didn't think you should enjoy
other guys. So I had to hold myself in check and not
go and savour Jase in case he was one of those stupid
fuckers.  Not that it was easy - my erection was so
hard that it was almost painful!

Dad and Jase worked on, and dad called out to me to
make some sandwiches.  All three of us then lazed
around on the porch for an hour or so, eating away,
chatting, and drinking a couple more beers.  It was
good that all three of us were naked - it made for us
being totally relaxed, and equal:  it didn't matter
that we were different ages, and did different jobs.
Without our clothes who was able to tell what we did?

  Jase looked a but surprised when dad let me have a
beer, and when dad saw him look, he said "Steve and I
are more like buddies, than father and son.  Living
here as just a couple of guys alone, without a woman
around, we share everything:  going to the market,
cleaning the house, cooking... Steve and I are just
equals.  We share everything.... And I mean
everything....."

Jase gave dad a sort of strange look when he said
this, because dad had lowered his voice and gone very
slowly as he spoke.  But nothing more was said, and
after we'd finished eating and drinking, we just sat
and shot the breeze for an hour or so, as guys do.  W
didn't talk about anything in particular, but I
learned that Jase was 26 years old, and had lived in
the town all his life.  He'd gone straight from High
School into the mine, and had stayed there ever since.
 He'd said he'd wanted to go to college, but there was
no money - but  "actually, he was quite happy working
away in a no-stress job that kept him in good shape."

We were to find out later that Jase actually did mind
not going to college - it had really fucked up his
life, but I'll tell you more of that later.

Dad and Jase went back to work, and it took all
afternoon until Jase got up, climbed into the SUV, and
started to scream.  "Jesus fucking Christ!", he raged
as he leapt down.  "The fucking sun on the seats!
Sweet Jesus, my ass!"

He had completely forgotten he was naked, and the SUV
had been in the sun!

But when he'd put a towel on the seats, he started it
up and the beast sounded normal.  He and dad grinned
at each other, and shook hands, slapping each other on
the backs as they did.  It was great to see them
there, completely unselfconscious:  two guys who'd
done a good job, congratulating themselves on it.

Dad and Jase decided to go and shower, and dad told me
to light the barbecue as we'd ask Jase to stay for
supper.  It was ready to start cooking when they came
out again, and I noticed they'd not bothered to dress,
as the night was very hot.  They obviously thought
they'd finished work, though, as they'd left their
boots off and so were both absolutely naked.

Dad's great at barbecuing, and I microwaved jacket
potatoes, and made a salad.  Jase just sat and watched
us, pulling at a can of beer from time to time.

We ate, and we all had a couple more beers.  Then a
couple more.

At about 9 o'clock, Jase suddenly said "Shit, Joe!
I'm in big trouble!  I've got to get over to
Albuquerque - I have to go there, to my ex-girl
friend, every Saturday night..."

"Hey, slow down, Jase.... You're not going anywhere",
dad said sternly.  "You've had too many beers, and if
the cops stopped you you'd be done for DUI sure as
eggs is eggs.  If they took your licence away, you
wouldn't be able to get to work.... Or to Albuquerque,
ever!  You'd better call this lady and tell her you're
not going to make it this Saturday..."

"No - I can't do that.  There are 'reasons'.  No, I've
got to go."

"Jase, I said no.  You're not leaving for a few hours,
after those beers.  Now, sit down, and relax."

But Jase didn't do as dad said, and went to start
pulling his dungarees on.   Dad reached out, pulled
the dungarees away from Jase, fumbled in the pocket
and hauled out the SUV keys."

"NO, Jase.  We can't let you drive.  I'm going to hold
onto these keys for a few hours."

"Hey, Joe... I need those keys.  Give them to me!"

"No."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to take them..."

Jase advanced on dad, who simply raised his arm in the
air so that the keys were held high up.  Jase went to
try to snatch them, and instead only succeeded in
rubbing his naked body against dad's - I could see his
dick run along dad's upper thigh as he tried to
stretch up to get the keys.

"Joe... I was high school wrestling champion.... If
you don't give me those keys, I'm going to have to
take them, and possibly hurt you..."

"Come and try, Jase - don't forget, I was in the
marines, and I know a few things about fighting...."

The next minute the two naked men were rolling around
on the floor, struggling furiously.  Dad sort of
tossed the keys into a corner, so he could concentrate
on the fight.

They weren't hurting each other, and it was almost as
if it was one of those "pretend" fights that
adolescent boys sometimes have - but these were two
big, manly men with superb bodies.  And they were
naked. Dad was heavier and more muscular than Jase,
but Jase had ten years on dad in age, and I guess that
does tell, however fit you are.

They rolled over and over, and I was instantly erect -
two naked men fighting was just the most amazing thing
I'd ever seen, and it was totally erotic.  I kept
seeing their bodies sliding over each other as each
was pouring with sweat.  I saw dicks and balls
sometimes pressed into each other, and sometimes
rubbing along the other guy's body.  Both men were
grunting and half-shouting insults at each other, and,
overlaying the general sweaty smell, there was an
unmistakable something else - male sex pheromones
pouring out of each other, as the two men engaged in
some ancient struggle for supremacy.

It was Jase's hair that let him down - dad and I both
have buzz cuts, but Jase wore his blond hair long, and
had it fastened at the back in a pony tail to keep it
to of his face.  Dad won because he grabbed at this
convenient handle, wrenched Jase's head back, and then
as Jase went to scream, flipped him over so he was on
his back.  Dad leaped astride Jase's body, pushing his
knees into Jase's biceps to pinion his arms to the
floor.  Dad's dick was hovering over Jase's mouth, and
I could see a thin slime of precum working it s way
out of his dick head. I wondered if Jase was worried
in case his face got covered in precum.

"OK, Jase... Give in?"

"No, you bastard..."

"Give in, Jase, or take the consequences...."

"Fuck you, Joe.."

I was looking on in astonishment, my erection almost
hitting the ceiling.  What was dad going to do to
Jase?  His dick was so close to Jase's mouth... Surely
he wasn't going to....."

But dad just shrugged his shoulders, and lightly got
up and stood over Jase.

"Hey, man. I guess I'm being stupid", dad said.
"You're a grown man, and what you do is your own
affair.  But just don't say I didn't warn you about
DUI..."

Jase got up, too, and just stood there, sort of
looking down at the floor.  Both men were breathing
hard.

"Joe.... You're right.  If you'd tried to make me not
go, I'd just have fought on.  But stopping like that,
after you'd conquered me.... I can see you're the
boss, and you're right...   So if I can't drive home,
are you going to give me a bed for the night?"

"Sure, Jase... We've got a very special bed here for
guys...."


End of part 5.  To be continued.