Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 10:39:31 CDT
From: ru 2 <meatbeat2k@hotmail.com>
Subject: Luke and His Dad part 4

This is a fictional story. The real events that inspired it were from my
early teen years when I spent the night at a friend's house.  His dad was
naked a lot.  He'd get out of the shower and watch TV in the living room
just in his towel.  It was no big deal to them because we "were all grown
men."  Once we came in from skinny-dipping in their pool at night--the dad
was home to our surprise.  We never heard him come in.  He just laughed and
asked if the water was cold.  We all went back out and the 3 of us stayed
naked for a long time. We sat around naked the rest of the night.  I never
got to jerk off with either of them, but the experience of seeing them naked
was the most erotic thing!
Hope you enjoy the next part of Luke and his dad:

LUKE AND HIS DAD -Part 4
by dan x


I hardly slept that night.  All I could think about was the wild experience
I'd had that day.  My head was still spinning at the fact I'd not only had
sex with my best friend, but had shared his father's dick in a hot suck
session.  Luke and his father were equally hot.  (They even passed for
brothers when Luke got into his 20's).  We had been watching TV naked after
skinny-dipping with his dad, Joe.  When Joe had caught us touching each
other upon reentering the room, we were embarrassed.  After a touching talk,
Luke had opened up to his dad and the three of us did some major fondling.
Better yet was getting jacked off by Joe the next morning while Luke and I
took turns licking his dad's dick.

I had to jack off three times that day.  I was obsessed with the thought of
doing it again.  I tried to stay busy all the next day, but couldn't
concentrate on anything else.  I hung out with some other friends the next
day, which helped.  This time while playing arcade games with my buds, I was
checking them out like I hadn't noticed them before.  There was Beto.  He
was born from Latino parents and had nice, dark skin.  He was skinny but
very masculine.  I started to notice the way he acted when girls were
around, and that macho things made me hot for him.  Rod was black, very
muscular and tall.  He looked much older than we did.  He was always getting
laid.  He talked about chicks asses all the time.  I did have a genuine
interest in girls along with them before, but by now I was equally thinking
about dudes.  Especially, them.  After I got home, I discovered my entire
family had actually gone out to eat together.  I was amazed they left
without me, but realized it was an opportunity, too.  I instantly got naked.
  Instead of showering right away, I roamed the house. I went into every
room, daring to be naked in the most taboo places.  I lay on my parents'
bed.  I went and sat at the dining table on those cold hard chairs. I went
into the garage and sat on the tractor lawn mower.  I imagined mowing the
lawn stark naked.  Wouldn't that be a scandal!  I had never gotten to go all
over the house naked like this.  I relished at the way certain things felt
against my naked skin, like sitting on the cold cement garage floor.  I was
next to the door when I suddenly heard the automatic opener start to hum!  I
ducked behind some boxes and sat behind and old card table.  I was not in
sight, but miles from the kitchen door.  In came my parents van.  My family
made lots of noise getting out and laughing and talking.  It sounded like
they were having a good time.  I was not. I was mortified.  My hands were
shaking so hard and I felt like throwing up.  How was I going to get out of
this one?  Once they were all inside, I got an idea.  I sneaked over to the
phone by the tool shelf and called Luke.

"You did WHAT?" he said laughing his ass off.  After a minute of him nearly
choking, I got him to listen.  I was getting angry with him, but was in a
tight spot.  I asked him to come over and to collect his album he'd lent me.
  My mom would let him go up to my room alone.  He could grab my clothes and
stuff them in his backpack while up there.  He said he' be right over.
After nearly thirty minutes (which felt like days) I finally heard a knock
at the side garage door.  I ran over and opened it cautiously.  I was so
glad to see him; I yanked him in so hard he yelped.  I pulled off his
backpack and ran to the corner to dress.

"I was hard the whole time I drove over on my bike," he said.  "I kept
thinking of you naked in the garage without a stitch to cover up with!"  The
minute I was dressed, the kitchen door opened, and it was my mom.

"Oh good, you boys caught up with each other." She said.  She said I should
have called to let her know I'd be home later than expected.  She blamed it
on wasting all that time and money at the video arcade.  She laughed and
went back in.  I guessed she never noticed I was barefoot, still.  "You
forgot my shoes, stupid!"  Then I told him I'd better get in and get my
shower before the bathrooms are invaded.

Right before leaving, he dropped some news on me.  He said he slept naked
with his dad all night and they even kissed a little, but didn't have any
other sex.  "Why not?" I wondered.  He said his dad said to relax and think
it over.  He didn't want to pressure or rush Luke into anything he might
feel guilty about later.  "I think dad wants me to calm down and not be so
horned out."

He also told me his Aunt on his mom's side, Anna, had invited him to go on a
trip to Finland to visit relatives he'd never met.  I told him he'd be
stupid not to go.  His birthday would fall on the same week, imagine a
birthday abroad!

He delivered a small free paper on weekdays.  He asked me to fill in for him
next week while he was gone.  I knew the route, having consisted of a few
blocks of the neighborhood.  He said he'd give me whatever he normally gets
paid for a week after he got back.  I could pick up the papers after they're
dropped off at his dad's and use his bike and paper holder to carry and
deliver them.  I said sure.  I didn't like the idea of getting up at the
crack of dawn, but started thinking about seeing his dad when I'd go over.
I could use the pool area, Joe told him I shouldn't swim alone, but can lay
out and watch TV there.  I jumped at the offer.  He patted me on the ass and
said goodbye.

Luke left Monday, so Tuesday morning I got up at 5am and rode to his house.
Right on his doorstep were two huge bundles of newspapers.  I knocked on the
door.  As the door opened, my breath was taken to see a nude Joe answer the
door.  "Good morning, Mike" he said groggily.  "Have some coffee with me".

I felt very grown up to be offered coffee.  Joe and I sipped coffee while he
read the paper.  I had never been alone with him after our sexual
experience, and felt awkward.  I didn't even know if it would ever happen
again.  "Let me show you where he works".

He took me to the garage and showed me a bundle of rubber bands and a mat on
the floor.  As he went in, he hit the button to activate the garage door
opener.  I squinted as a blast of sunlight hit the room.  He closed the door
and was gone.  I pulled in the bundles and went to work rolling up the
papers and putting on the rubber bands.  After awhile, my arm was really
sore.  I didn't like the thought of doing this until next Tuesday.  Finally
after an hour, I was done.  I wrapped the canvas holder around me.  It was
big and awkward.  It wrapped around like an apron, hanging off my shoulders
and covering my waist.  I stood on the bike and loaded up the papers.  I
drove out and tried to steer without crashing.  It was hard to balance but
after two streets, I got the hang of it.

Upon returning, I was exhausted.  At 10am, it was already burning up
outside.  I was dripping with sweat.  I pulled into the garage and went in
the house for some water.  I stared at the pool through the window and the
thought of cool water was heavenly.  I bolted for the back door.  I stripped
to my underwear and was about to jump in.  I looked around and the fence was
solid cinderblock and covered all sides from the neighbors.  At night I'd
never been worried, it had been dark.  Now, knowing I was fully protected, I
dropped my underwear and kicked them on the grass.  I took off running and
dove in naked.  What a rush it was when I hit the cool water.  I had never
felt so relaxed outside.  After swimming a few laps (Luke had been teaching
me to swim at my house) I remembered his dad's request to not go swimming
alone.  I got out and laid on one of the lounge chairs.  I got hard
instantly.  The feel of the plastic covering under my body, combined with
the breeze, was incredible.  I started to jack off.  I came all over my
stomach…some even shot up on my neck.  I grabbed my socks and wiped off my
hands and dick.  Just then I head a car in the driveway.  It was Joe.  I
purposely stayed naked.  We had been naked several times now; I didn't see
any harm.

I turned over to hide my wilting hard on, and lay on my stomach.  The glass
door slid open.

"And someone's been sleeping in my bed, and look, he's still there, " he
said, then started chuckling.  "Hi, Joe" I replied.

"Getting some rays?' he asked.  "Yeah, after that long ride today I am beat,
my arms and neck are killing me" I said.

"Poor baby," he laughed.  He was in jeans and a T-shirt.  Apparently, some
days he went in casual, but others he was dressed sharply.  He put one leg
across the end of the lounge and was then standing over me.  He sat down on
my left side and started to rub my neck and shoulders.  "OHHHHHH" I
exclaimed.  He laughed to himself.  "Let me work some of the pain from your
neck."

My dick was so hard I bet it could have torn through the plastic lining on
the lounge.  I'd never had a back rub before like this.  Mandy used to rub
my shoulders, but didn't really do it well.  This man had fingers of
electricity.  He finished working on my neck and shoulders, leaving them
tingling.  He moved down to my lower back.  He used his elbow and applied
pressure to sensitive areas.  I was delighted to sense those hands slowly
inching towards my cheeks.  As one hand started to caress my left cheek, the
right and rubbed my thighs.

"You have an ass like my brother did at your age," he said.  I was oblivious
after that and stopped saying anything else.  He massaged my legs and then
began to rub my feet.  This was something no one had EVER done.  However, it
seemed to be as much a turn on as when he was touching my butt.  "You have
sexy feet, " he said.  I didn't know what to think about that.  His
masterful hands rubbed my feet and tickled each toe individually.  I
couldn't believe this man had been celibate since his wife's death.  He was
too good to waste.

I was feeling a little guilty, as if we shouldn't be doing this without Luke
here, too.  "Too bad Luke isn't here right now, he'd like this done to him,
too."  His dad smile, "Luke said he hoped you'd keep me company while he was
gone, as long as we saved the good stuff for him."  That must mean Joe means
to go further with us, I thought.

"Turn over, " he said.  I rolled onto my back with a stiff pecker pointing
skywards.  He went to a shed and came back with some suntan oil.  "You need
to put some of this on."

He poured some on his hands and started to rub it into my chest.  He
massaged my pec area.  His hands were strong.  They slid down to my stomach
and back up again.  He rubbed oil onto my arms and legs.  When he moved his
hands back up to my stomach, I pulled them to my crotch.  "Oh, you want that
massaged, too?"  He chuckled.  He started to rub my balls with one hand and
slowly pumped my dick with the other.  His hands were much bigger than
Luke's and covered my whole cock.  After two minutes of squirming, I
couldn't hold back and came all over his arm and my stomach.  "My, you're a
shooter, he said."  I was all giggly after I came.  I realized I had to get
home and do chores, so I rinsed in the pool and left after dressing.

The next day started the same.  As I finally drove by the last house, I
stopped to take off that damn paper holder.  I was standing at a curb by a
driveway.  Next to it was a bunch of trash bags set out for pick-up.  As I
was getting ready to drive off, a small image of a naked man caught my eye
from the trash bag.  A magazine corner had ripped though a cheap plastic bag
and I could see it was some kind of porn mag.  There were bushes blocking
the house, so I bent down and pulled it out.  It was definitely a porn mag,
but was full of only men.  I saw 2 more sticking out and, pulled them out
and tossed them in my bag and hauled ass out of there.  I raced back to
Luke's to look at the magazines.  Once I was in the house, I took them out
and placed them on the table.

The first one was titled The Hot Doctor.  I had always liked dirty magazines
with pictorials showing some kind of scene with a story line.  I liked
seeing the man and woman dressed and slowly ending up naked and in sexual
positions.  Usually the guy was not so good looking, but the women were
perfect.  On the first page of The Hot Doctor, there was a cute guy sitting
on an examining table.  He was in Jeans and a polo shirt.  The doctor was a
handsome Hispanic man.  Slowly, man undressed page by page.  In various
pages, the doctor has his stethoscope on the guy's chest, then stomach, and
then his dick.  I liked the shots of the patient naked on the table and the
doctor without his pants on, but still in his shirt and lab coat.  Finally,
they were naked. The next pages showed cocksucking.  Then, I saw something
that would blow my mind and influence me for years.

There was a close up of the doctor spreading the patient's legs over his
head and the doctor's tongue was on the guy's asshole.  I'd never paid much
attention to my own asshole, much less anyone else's.  I liked the way the
hole looked, so tight and pink, a perfect little coil.  Looking at the
picture, I thought I wanted to try that, too.  I didn't know how I'd take
the smell, but it looked like eating a small tight pussy.  The next pages
showed the doctor fucking the dude and finally coming all over each other.

I was so anxious my heart was beating so hard.  I looked at the other.  It
was not hardcore.  It showed lots of sensual black and white shots of some
naked college age guys.  The guys were not very nice looking and had bad
complexions.  The clothes looked out of date, too.  The 3rd mag had muscle
men in biker type outfits.  Most of the shots were of one man dominating
another.  There were poses of the smaller guy licking the standing man's
boots, then his feet.  I didn't know it then, but it was an s&m magazine.
There was not any sex in it, just men posing submissively to bigger, more
masculine men.  I was a little intrigued at some of the shots.  I could
imagine myself in either position, but mainly fantasized of catering to
every whim of Luke or Joe.

I hid the magazines in between Luke's mattresses.  I had access to the whole
house all week, having been given a garage key for the bike.  They would be
safe there for now.  He would be back after his birthday, this would be a
good gift.

Finally, on the next Tuesday, Luke came home.  I hadn't seen his dad any
more that week after getting my poolside massage.  His Aunt dropped him off
at his house that evening.  After unpacking, he called me over to visit.  I
was very sick of driving back and forth to his house, and especially sick of
the bike from having to deliver papers.  However, the chance of getting off
with one of them made me hop on the bike and race like crazy.

Once over at Luke's, I parked my bike in the open garage and went inside.
"Anyone here?"  Suddenly, someone came from behind and knocked me hard into
an old couch with a body slam.  After realizing Luke had charged me, I
whipped around tried to punch him, but he came at me and grabbed my head and
planted one long kiss on me.  "Miss me, man?"

"You fucker, you scared the shit out of me!" I laughed.  Still holding me
tightly, he kissed me again.  This time I kissed back, but with my tongue
filling his mouth.  After we calmed down, we went to his room and lay on his
bed together.  He told me stories about his trip.  One thing he liked was
being in a sauna full of his naked male relatives.  Only one or two
good-looking ones, but was still sexy.  He said many folks there were much
less inhibited than Americans.  Women were topless at beach he went to in
France. (There was some kind of layover there).  He even saw some men arm in
arm in public.  I told him, wait `til you see what I found!

I pulled out the magazines, and before you knew it, we were jacking off over
them.  He kept flipping back to the ass eating pages. He kept saying how
gross it was, but couldn't keep his off it.  I said, "Maybe if someone was
real clean down there, it wouldn't be really gross".  He looked at me with
wonder.  "You mean you would do that!"

I looked away.  "I might…."  Then we were really quiet for a minute or so.
"These are really cool mags, man," he said.  Finally we lay back and jacked
each other to a wonderful, wet come.  We licked the cum off each other's
fingers.  We were sticky and sweaty, so I suggested we shower together.

He turned on the water.  I let him in first.  He was going to soap me up
after I got in, but I turned him around. I lathered his neck and shoulders.
They were so perfect.  Next came his back. It was hard and muscular, not
slender like mine.  I reached around to soap up his chest, lingering on his
pecs.  They were nicely defined on this now fourteen-year-old body.  As I
soaped his back, I kissed his sweet neck.  I let my hand with the bar of
soap inch towards his ass.  I slowly soaped his crack, lingering on his
hole.  He laughed and wiggled a little, but I held him from moving.  After
washing the rest of him and rinsing him off, I put his hands on the wall and
bent him slightly forward.  I was nervous as hell, but determined.  I kissed
his back slowly until I got to his ass.  I slid my tongue down the crack and
across his hole.

"Oh shit!" he exclaimed.  There was no taste there at all but the soap that
had just been washed off.  I got on my knees and started to lick his hole
back and forth.  I had to pull his cheeks slightly apart, that bubble butt
cheeks were pressed to tightly together.  He started to moan, and his knees
were buckling.  "Let's go out there to do this," he said.

We turned off the water and went to Joe's bed.  He lay on his back with his
legs spread.  This was much easier.  We were wet and had never dried off.  I
got back to his ass and licked the water droplets from his crack balls.  He
was getting a little hair down there, it was very soft.  He was jacking off
while I was licking his hole.  I could smell it now.  It was a little strong
at first, but then after I got used to it, it was a little bit of a turn on.
  He was saying crazy stuff like, "ohhh, my ass feels so good….ohhh."  I got
a little braver, and stuck my tongue into his hole about an inch and out
again.  As I did that, he came again.  There was barely any cum, but he
moaned like it was a huge one.

I wanted to kiss him, but who would kiss someone that just had his mouth on
your butthole?  He grabbed my head and kissed me so hard it hurt my lips!  I
had to pull back.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"You are wonderful, Mike.  You actually blew my ass for me!"

"How did it feel?"

"I can't describe it.  Let me show you."

I couldn't believe this was happening.  I lay back in the same position he
was in before.  He started sucking my dick until it was super-hard.  He
licked on my balls next.  Slowly, he made his way down to my hole.  He
inhaled deeply, then let a hot breath of air on my hole.  I felt his tongue
start to lick my crack.  Every time it touched my hole, I felt little
electric tingles. He spent a couple of minutes on just flicking his tongue
on the the pucker, then without warning he darted his tongue up my hole.  I
squirmed and said, "Do it again, harder!" He stuck it in again and wiggled
it around. That was all it took for me to come.  He licked the cum off my
dick.  We rinsed off in a hurry.

He had me call my mom to ask if I could stay over.  Tonight, they were
celebrating his belated birthday, and I was invited.  He said, "Perhaps, you
can try that one on my dad, tonight, Mike."

My mind swam with that thought.  Imagine, eating a father and his son's ass
together!  I couldn't wait.

To be continued.