Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2012 09:01:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Todd Carlos <toddstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vice, Chapter One

Vice 1 -- Brian Grady

	"Do you dare to jump in?" Uncle Ken asked me.  He'd just
opened the pool the week before and it was barely May.  We all
knew the water was freezing, had to be.
	"I'll do it if you do," my cousin Lisa dared me with an evil
smile.  Dad gave me a wink and I shrugged, "Why not?"
	"He brought his suit," my dad volunteered.
	"Go change, hon.  Von's getting ready for work but you
can use Lisa's room."  Aunt Paulette had just come from inside,
carrying a tray of uncooked hamburgers to the grill.
	"I'll wait for you," Lisa said and pulled off her tank top to
reveal she was already wearing her bikini under it.  I got up
from the picnic table where I'd been sitting with Dad and Uncle
Ken.  I finished off the rare beer my dad had allowed me to
have and headed for the back door, dropping the bottle in the
recycle bin on my way.
	I grabbed my bag off the couch and went upstairs.  As I
passed the bathroom I could hear the shower running and my
cousin Von humming inside.  He was three years older than me,
twenty-one, and worked at the city jail.  He was putting in his
time until he could become a police officer like my dad.
	I entered Lisa's room and closed the door behind me,
locking it out of habit.  Even though Lisa was now fifteen the
room still looked like it had since she was four.  The walls were
a bubblegum pink with rows of flowers painted along the
bottom in bright pastels.  It made my eyes hurt.  I dug out my
swimsuit and laid it on the bed then pulled off my shirt,
followed by my shorts and boxers.  I was just getting ready to
step into the swim trunks when the door handle jiggled.
	"I'll be right out," I called to whoever it was.  The lock
clicked and the door opened for my dad, holding a butter knife
in his hand and, oddly, a big bottle of hand lotion in his other.
The kind with a pump on top.
	"Take `em off," he said before turning slightly to set the
knife down on the desk by the door.  "We don't have much time
so hurry."  My whole body tightened at his words.  I hadn't tied
the drawstring on the board shorts so I shimmied a little and let
them fall, kicking them off completely.
	He was already unzipping as he walked over to me with a
leer.  My asshole clenched and released in anticipation.  With
one heavy hand on my shoulder he turned me around and
pushed me close to the wall.  I bent forward and put my hands
on the sick pink surface.  He moved in close and kicked my feet
further apart with a soft growl.
	I looked over my shoulder and saw that he already had his
huge cock pulled out the fly of his jeans.  He pumped some the
lotion into his hand and threw the bottle onto the bed.  Most of
the white cream he smeared over his cock and the rest he
slathered between my exposed ass cheeks.
	"You gotta stay quiet, okay?  We have to be quick and it's
gonna hurt.  Can you keep it down?"  He asked but he was
already notching the big head up to my hole.
	"Yeah," I whispered back.  I could only hope I was right.
He'd just fucked me that morning and he'd been giving it to me
steady for the last month but I knew it was going to be rough
without any prep.  The guy had a really big piece.  I'd gotten
better at taking it but it was still a trial.
	One big hand held my waist as he shuffled his feet into the
right position.  His prick nudged at my hole and I couldn't help
shivering.  He put the other hand on my hip, greasy with lotion,
and held me tight as he began exerting pressure.  I relaxed as
much as I could, already biting my lip to keep a moan inside.
	Dad pushed and the soft head began spreading me open.
He pushed harder and the crown popped into me.  It fucking
hurt, burned through me and my thighs shook with the strain of
taking him in.  He inched in slowly and I held my breath,
pushing out with my inner muscles to make things easier.
	My skin felt superheated and I leaned forward to rest my
forehead against the cool wall.  I couldn't be sure if I was
seeing the pink through my closed eyelids or it was just a
byproduct of the pain.  Finally he pushed the last couple of
inches into me and leaned against my back, his body burning
into mine through his t-shirt.
	"You alright?" he asked around his heavy breathing.  I
nodded my head against the wall.  I groaned as he pushed closer
and his jeans rubbed against my bare ass.
	"Fuck... Dad," I whispered, doing some heavy breathing
of my own.
	He swiveled his hips around a little, loosening me up, as he
reached around and found my cock.  I couldn't believe I was
hard.  He gave me a couple strokes before his hand took my hip
again.  He eased out part way and thrust back in, knocking the
air out of me.  My fingers flexed against the wall and the pain
started to ebb away, replaced by the thrill of him filling me past
full.
	He gave me a few more hard thrusts and I whimpered for
more.  The lotion didn't feel as good as the lube we had at
home but it did the job.  He let go of my hip but didn't reach
around for my cock again.  He pressed against my lower back
and it bowed for him, sticking my ass out for a better target.
	The first time we'd done this he'd threatened to throw me
up against the wall and rape me, not meaning it literally, but I'd
wanted it since he'd spoken the words.  Now it was happening
and I felt ready to come just from having my fantasy fulfilled.
	"This is gonna be hard and nasty, son.  Just hold tight," he
whispered against my ear.  I turned my head and bent my neck
back so he could kiss me.  His tongue reached into my mouth
well before his lips met mine and I sucked on it while running
my own tongue along its length.
	With both hands on my hips again he started fucking me
like he'd just promised.  His jeans masked the worst of the noise
as he hammered his cock into my tight ass.  I rose up onto my
toes and bent my knees more, braced my hands more firmly
against the wall so he wouldn't fuck me through it.  God, he
was strong but I was too.  I held on and let the plunging intruder
have full access to my tight channel.
	He was always intense during sex but this was even more
so.  I felt every inch of his cock as it pistoned through the
sensitive muscles at my opening.  I tried to clench down on
each withdrawal but Dad was giving it to me too hard and fast.
I could only hold on and let him use me.
	"You're so fucking hot and smooth inside," he drawled
into my ear, all gravelly and low.
	"Fuck me," I responded in the same tone.  "Fuck me good,
Dad."  It always made him hotter when I called him that during
sex.  This time was no exception as he impossibly upped the
intensity.  My orgasm built up quickly in my balls and ass, each
lunge of his hips pushing me closer.
	I shot all over the wall, biting down hard on my bottom lip
to keep from screaming.  Before I was done cumming I felt the
wet heat of his sperm bathing my convulsing insides.  It only
added to my pleasure as I shot a few more times.
	Dad fell against my back and braced his arms on the wall
beside mine.  We caught our breath as we came down together.
After a few minutes he gently pulled his cock free of my ass.  I
whimpered a little when the crown snagged on my rim and slid
out.  I straightened up and unlocked my knees with a sigh.
When I turned around Dad thrust my swim trunks into my
hands.  As I bent and pulled them on, my sore ass twitching,
Dad used my t-shirt to wipe down the wall and the dribbles of
my cum from the carpet.
	His half-hard cock still hung out the fly of his jeans, shiny
with lotion and his cum.  He pushed the wadded up t-shirt into
my bag and tucked himself away to zip up.  Both of us dressed,
he took my hand and pulled me close for one more kiss, giving
me his tongue but not pushing it in.  It was almost sweet.
	He put my bag in my hands before retrieving the bottle of
lotion and the butter knife.  I peeked into the hall to be sure it
was clear before stepping out, Dad right behind me.  Von was
still humming in the bathroom as we walked past.  At the top of
the stairs he stopped me and handed me the lotion and knife.
	"Put these back in the kitchen."  I nodded and went to head
down but stopped.
	"Your... stuff's leaking out."  I looked down the hall at the
closed bathroom door.  "I should clean up."  Dad smirked at me
with heat in his eyes.
	"My cum?" he asked, more stated, with emphasis on the
last word.  I nodded, yes.  "It'll wash off in the pool."  I
shrugged and went down the stairs.
	At the bottom I watched him slip out the front door then
headed for the kitchen.  I dropped my bag on the floor just
inside the living room.  On my way through I put the knife in
the dishwasher and left the lotion by the sink.  With every step I
could feel the greasy lotion and Dad's cum squishing messily
between my ass cheeks.
	In the backyard Uncle Ken was grilling the burgers and
Aunt Paulette was setting the picnic table.  Lisa waited by the
pool.  None of them looked oddly at me.  The whole incident
couldn't have taken more than ten minutes.  I walked over to
the pool and stuck my foot in, purposely giving Lisa the chance
to push me in.  She did, with a shout and a laugh.  The water
was cold as fuck.  I came up sputtering and grabbed her leg to
pull her in with me.  We tussled and I let her dunk me.  When I
came up I saw Dad coming around the corner of the house,
through the gate, with his phone out.
	"Sorry, it was a work thing," he called out and waved the
phone before tucking it into his pocket.  He sauntered over to
the picnic table and took a seat.
	"Bad guys don't take a break on the weekend, right?"
Uncle Ken called out.  Dad shook his head and popped a pickle
chip into his mouth.
    Lisa and I didn't stay in for long.  The water was too cold.
We climbed out and Aunt Paulette brought us towels to dry off.
We took seats at the table with my dad, both of us shivering.
Uncle Ken served up the burgers and Von came out to join us.
He was dressed in his uniform and looked good.
    When I was younger I had idolized him.  I used to spend
summers there since my mom worked and Aunt Paulette didn't.
The summer I was thirteen and he was sixteen he started going
around without a shirt.  Of course I did the same thing even
though I was just a skinny kid.  Von, on the other hand, looked
like a god to me.  He had a really nice chest, mostly visible abs
and big arms.  I could cum three times just thinking about
touching him.
    I jerked off every night thinking about him, sometimes
during the day if I could get a minute of privacy in Aunt
Paulette's bathroom.  Too bad it was the last summer I spent
there because by the next I was old enough to stay home alone
and he'd gotten a job anyway.  Not that it mattered in the long
run because the summer I was sixteen my focus had changed
completely.  It all centered on my dad.
    When I was sixteen three things happened, seemingly out
of the blue.  My parents got a divorce.  One night I went to bed
and everything was fine.  The next day my dad was gone and
my mom was explaining to me that we weren't going to be a
family anymore, not like we had been.  They'd never fought,
seemed happy together.  It was a shock that left me reeling like
one of them had died.  We stayed at the house and Dad got an
apartment nearby and a house a year later.  I spent two nights a
week at his place and every other weekend with him.
    It was around that time I got a blowjob from Kim
Wiedrich.  She was my girlfriend at the time.  Maybe she felt
bad for me but one night I met her in the park by our school and
I knew something was going to happen.  It happened in the trees
by the baseball diamond and it was a horrible disaster.  I'd
known I was gay my whole life but I figured it would feel good
even from a girl.  And it sort of did.  We made out for a long
time, which I liked doing with her.  I put my hand on her boob,
which was okay or whatever.  Then she got on her knees and
took my dick out.  I could almost have cum just from the idea
that someone else was touching my cock.  Only I never even
got close to cumming, almost lost my hard-on a few times.  It
was so embarrassing that when she choked and almost threw up
I finished myself off with my hand.  We broke up a week later
and I had discovered that I was really, really gay.
    The third thing, the circumstance that would eventually
lead to me and my father having sex, was my dad got
transferred.  He'd been a detective in the Homicide department
of the city police but he was moved to Vice.  At the time I
didn't know what that meant.  What I saw was that the buzz cut
he'd had my whole life was gone.  He grew his hair long.  He
stopped shaving, going days without and sometimes growing a
full beard.  The suits he always wore were out and he dressed
almost entirely in jeans and t-shirts that were just tight enough
to show off his chest and arms.
    It was like he changed from Clark Kent, only not into
Superman but into this bad-ass biker type.  Before then I'd
never really noticed my dad.  He was just my dad, I loved him,
but just like everyone else's.  The change was startling,
especially since I wasn't seeing him every day.  His black hair
reached his ears on top, longer on the sides.  He must have
started working out or something, too, because I'd never
noticed how built he was.  Or maybe it was hidden all that time
under suits.  I don't know for sure.  All of a sudden I couldn't
stop noticing him.
    When he had the apartment it was even harder for me not
to watch him.  It was a small two bedroom and I saw a lot of
him without a shirt.  It could've been just me getting older but I
couldn't get his thick, hairy chest out of my head.  All that dark
fur covering the most perfect muscles.  And big arms like I
knew I wouldn't be able to get both of my hands around them.
He was thirty-nine at the time and he was the best looking guy
I'd ever seen in real life.  He became the star of most of my
jack-off fantasies.  Now, at forty-one, he was even sexier.
    "Hey, Brian!" Von yelled out.  I hadn't seen him in a
while, not since Christmas.  He came over and slapped my back
before sitting down next to me.  "I heard about Colorado.
Damn, kid, that's some good work."  He was talking about my
football scholarship to CSU.
    "Yeah, thanks," I shrugged it off.  I had mixed feelings
about that and didn't want to talk about it.
    We ate, talking and laughing together.  Lisa and Von were
more like my brother and sister than cousins and it was good to
hang out with them.  Eventually Von had to go to work.  Lisa
and I braved the pool one more time then Dad said it was time
to go.  We stayed long enough to have some of Aunt Paulette's
desert then I went inside and changed, this time without getting
molested.  I left the wadded up t-shirt that was stiff with my
cum in the bag and went shirtless.
    We went back to Dad's house.  I showered and changed
into a pair of loose basketball shorts.  Then Dad had a turn and
changed into a tight, threadbare t-shirt and sweats.  We settled
onto the couch to watch a movie and took a nap.  We had a late
dinner, Dad made spaghetti.  And the whole afternoon and
evening he was checking me out.  Of course I was doing the
same thing.  The tension kept ratcheting up between us.
    Around ten Dad suggested we go to bed.  I was right
behind him on the way to his room.  I'd stopped using mine
since the first time we got together.  It was crazy how much I
loved having sex with him and how it kept getting better.  I
pushed off my shorts and jumped on the bed, already hard, and
watched him undress.  He climbed on with his big cock jutting
out of his groin.
    He got between my legs and fell atop me.  We just kissed
for a long time, which he was really good at.  Better than any of
the girls I'd done it with since Kim Wiedrich or before.  He
rubbed our cocks together while he showed me how far his
tongue could reach.  There wasn't the usual rush and need we
had together, maybe because we'd already fucked twice that
day.  Dad took it easy and set a slow pace.  Before too long I
wanted more and pushed him off of me.
    I crawled between his legs and took hold of his cock,
studying it.  It hadn't happened yet that I had an opportunity to
actually study his impressive ass-splitter.  I stroked it and
rubbed my thumb around the wetness leaking from the tip.  I
moved closer and held mine against his.  They were roughly the
same size which made me proud.  I'd known from the locker
room that I had a big dick but this was more proof.
    Afraid that I might cum too soon I let us go and bent over
to practice sucking his cock.  I took in the head and it tasted so
good.  Sweet and salty, mostly salty.  I hadn't had much
experience with it so I took my time.  Dad was never satisfied
until he fucked me and in the last month we'd always been in
such a hurry that we usually went straight to the fucking.
    "That's it, Brian, get it all wet and hard," he rumbled from
above me.  I met his eyes and sucked hard on the part of his
shaft between my lips, earning a deep groan.  I knew since I'd
measured myself and I was a little over eight inches that Dad
had to be a little over nine, maybe close to ten.  Slowly I
experimented with taking more in.
    My lacrosse coach had this thing, like a saying:  Find your
goal, assess the situation and make an objective.  It was
something I used a lot, not just on the field.  My goal was to
swallow my dad's cock.  I took in more until it hit the back of
my mouth, making me gag.  I pulled off and coughed a few
times, assessing the situation.  Now my objective was to not
gag, to control that reaction.
    I nuzzled my nose into his hairy balls, the place where he
smelled best, and told myself to relax.  I sucked one into my
mouth and tongued it while I held the thick base of his cock and
rubbed the shaft over my nose and forehead.  I let the big orb go
and took in the other, opening my eyes to watch my dad admire
me.  Ready for another try, I lifted off and took his cock back
into my mouth.  I bobbed a few times and took him deeper.  I
fought off the gag reflex until I was trying to squeeze his head
into my throat and I had to pull off.
    "Give me your hand," Dad said.  I splayed it out over his
hard belly.  He turned it over and poured some cool lube over
the fingers and palm.  "Finger yourself, Brian, while you suck
me.  Get yourself ready for your old man's cock."
    His words turned me on incredibly and seemed to flip a
switch inside me.  I groaned around his cock.  Reaching back I
started rubbing over the knotted muscles of my hole.  I pushed
my finger in and went down on him at the same time.  My
throat seemed to relax just as my ass was and I found myself
swallowing around his cock in my throat.
    Dad said, "Fuck!" and fisted his hand in the short hair on
top of my head.  With his firm hand he pulled my face down
onto his cock until my nose was pressed up against the dark pad
of his cock hairs.  I held him deep for a minute and gave myself
another finger.  Relaxed and easy, I swallowed around his
embedded length until I had to pull up for air.  I took a deep
breath and went down again, finding it to be easier the second
time.  I twisted my fingers around in my chute and began giving
him a real blowjob.  I knew other guys had done this for him,
especially Uncle Paul, and I wanted to be better than any of
them.
    Before too long he stopped using his grip in my hair to
gently fuck my face and used it to pull me off.  "Enough," he
groaned.  "You're gonna make me shoot and I'm not ready
yet."
    Dad held my arm as he got onto his knees in front of me.
My whole life he'd always seemed larger than life so it was still
a little startling to realize I was actually a few inches taller.  He
brushed his hand over my cheek as we faced off on our knees in
the middle of his big bed.  His hand followed the length of my
arm to the place where my fingers entered me.  He rubbed the
pad of a finger around the stretched rim and got a shivered
groan out of me.  He stared into my eyes while he pushed that
thick digit in beside mine.
    I put my other hand on his chest and let my fingers glide
through the curling brown hair covering it before finding a
nipple and pinching it.  He groaned and bared his teeth at me
then held my face as he swooped in and claimed my lips.  I met
his tongue and slid mine against it into his mouth.
    "You ready for me, Son?" he asked as soon as our lips
detached.  I licked his bottom lip and bit into it gently while I
pinched his nip hard.  "Fuck," he cried out, pulling his lip from
between my teeth, and pushed his chest at me.  I loved playing
with his tits, getting such a strong reaction from him, `cause
mine are about as sensitive as my elbow.
    "I'm ready for you, Dad."
    "You're ready for me?  Or you want me to fuck you?"  He
slid his one finger deeper between my own two fingers in my
hole.
    "I want you to fuck me," I admitted with a clench around
our embedded fingers.  My body was on fire for it.  I gave his
nipple another good twist to emphasize my point.
    Dad leaned back as he withdrew his finger.  He leaned
back until his ass rested on his heels and flipped his huge cock
vertical with a casual flick of his thumb.  I let my fingers fall
out of my hungry hole and got onto my feet and planted them
on either side of his folded legs.  I put my arms around his thick
neck.  He steadied me with one hand on my hip and held his
cock up with the other.
    I felt for the wide head of his cock with my ass.  When I
felt it slip into position I slowly let my weight down and slid
down his long pole.  I took deep breaths and forced myself to
take him.  Our eyes connected and he watched me ride down his
cock with a lustful sneer.
    "That's it, boy.  You love your dad's cock, don't you?"
His words made my cock bounce and throb in the space
between our stomachs.
    "Fuckin' love it," I whispered as my ass met his body and I
pressed down to get the whole wide length as deep as possible.
    I took a moment to let my body remember, to let my hole
open up.  His hands skimmed up and down my back and
kneaded the globes of my ass.  I leaned forward and pushed my
tongue between his lips.  He opened for me and sucked on it,
making my toes curl.  I pulled back and looked at him one more
time.
    "Now ride it, Brian."  He'd said exactly what I was
thinking.
    I clasped my hands together behind his neck for balance as
I flexed my legs and rose up.  Always before I'd been under him
when we fucked: on my back, on my belly or all fours.  I moved
tentatively and got a feel for this new position.  He went deeper
like this but I had more control and gained confidence quickly.
Within a few moves I was moving like I had springs in my legs.
I bounced on his thick shaft and threw my head back.
    By sucking in my belly and squeezing on his thick cock I
could make it light up all those places in my ass chute that
made getting fucked so wonderful.  I was getting close to
cumming when Dad held me by my hips and settled me against
his lap.
    "Slow down, Son, it's not a race," he murmured and leaned
forward to kiss me.  The rough stubble of his chin scraped over
mine as we met open-mouthed and desperate.  I wrapped my
arms more tightly around his shoulders until we were pressed
together and milked his big cock with my ass while he devoured
my mouth.  My cock felt like an iron bar where it was trapped
between my stomach and his, the head leaking out onto his
hairy chest.  My thighs burned and I was thankful for the
respite.
    I pulled away and pressed my face into his neck.  "God,
Dad, it feels so good," I said against his skin.  I licked at his
sweat and pulsed the muscles in my ass around him.
    "Lean back, Bri, on your hands."  He took hold of my hips
as I straightened then slowly arched backwards.  I put my hands
on the bed and got them square.  He urged me with his hands to
move so I tried it out, surprised to find how much easier it was.
With part of my weight on my hands it was a lot less work to
raise and lower my hips.  It also pressed his cock harder against
that spot inside and behind my balls that drove me wild.
    Dad ran his hands over my sweaty abs and chest while my
hips pumped up and down on him.  I tried longer and longer
strokes but making sure to not let his cock fall out of my ass.  I
watched him perving on my body.
    "You're a hot fucker, Son."
    "You, too," I gasped in reply.  He leaned back until his
own hands rested on the bed behind him.  As I moved on his
cock he began thrusting up into me.  His body was laid out
before me like mine had been for him.  I watched his big
shoulders strain to support his body and his chest stretch, his abs
were visible with each move.  He looked so fucking hot like
that.  His face was screwed up in concentration as he jammed
his fat cock up into my ass.  It was tripping my trigger.
    "I'm going to cum, Dad.  Fuck, I'm going to cum."  I was
really fucking myself on him.
    "Do it, make yourself cum on my cock."  He was watching
my swollen cock, red and so hard it hurt, where it jostled and
bounced over my belly.  I turned my eyes to it as well and
watched it erupt.  Long streams of white cum shooting all over
me followed by opaque tracers.  My asshole seized around his
cock but I couldn't stop bucking and ramming myself down
onto his cock.
    Dad scrambled up onto his knees and tipped me forward so
I fell onto my back, my arms giving out.  He threw my legs over
his shoulders as he curled over me and pinned me to the bed.
He'd barely gotten me where he wanted me before he started
really pounding into me.  Seconds later he was flooding my ass
with a huge load.
    I couldn't figure if he gave me one really long orgasm or
pushed me into a second one before the first had ended.  He
pushed in deep and fired off his seed into the depths of my ass
while I twitched and groaned, calling out "God, oh God," over
and over.  I couldn't even move, he'd fucked me into some kind
of paralysis.
    We stayed like that for a long time while our breathing
slowly returned to normal and our cocks softened.  He pulled
out and let my body sprawl out, my head facing the wrong end
of the bed.  Dad spread his hand over my stomach, right in the
middle of the puddle I'd shot there.  He rubbed it into my skin
and smiled at me.
    "Come on, Bri, let's get in bed."  He got off the bed and
pulled one side of the sheets and comforter down.  I groaned
and managed to work my body around and under the covers.
"We should clean you up," he observed.
    "Nah, I wanna sleep with our cum all over me," I told him.
It was true but I was also too spent to move at that point.  "Get
in bed," I finished.
    Dad got in and pulled me close to his heated body.  We
reeked of sweat and sex.  I put my arm over his chest and my
leg over his so my head could rest on his shoulder.  With my
legs spread some of his cum leaked out of my loose hole but I
couldn't find it in me to care.
    "You're going to see your mom tomorrow?"
    I nodded sleepily against his skin as he reached over to
turn out the light.
    "I think she's starting to get suspicious that you've been
spending so much time here.  I'm glad you're going."
    "She's suspicious that you're letting me stay out all night
and getting girls pregnant," I mumbled sleepily.  He chuckled
and put his arms around me.
    "I love you, Son."
    "Love you, too."