Adulting

Chip’s Story Continued From Chapter 7

It was the Friday after Thanksgiving and I woke up at my dad’s house in my old bedroom. Brendon spent the night with my dad in his room now that things were out in the open. We got up and decided to spend the day together. Our first stop was my favorite greasy spoon restaurant for breakfast. This weekend I was seeing Dad and Brendon as a couple instead of just workout buddies. They fit perfectly. They were comfortable and happy as hell around each other. Brendon must love the guy, he was actually in the shadows for like over a decade and waited for him. You don’t do that for just anyone. It was so awesome seeing dad happy. After breakfast we hit the arch, went to the creepy wax museum that I loved as a kid, and did a bunch of other touristy shit. I felt like a little kid, but it was so much fun hanging out with my “parents.” We joked and laughed and just enjoyed being together. I hadn’t really realized how much I missed my family and St Louis until I came home.

Scotty called me mid-day, I snuck away for a minute to talk to him. He and Brad were hitting it off great. He came out to his brother and called his parents and came out to them too. He seemed happy as fuck, and I’m happy for him. I told him about coming out to my dad, and him coming out to me… I even told him about walking in on dad and Brendon. We both took huge strides in coming out this weekend and it I’m glad I’ve got Scotty to talk to about this stuff. Seriously, coming out is stressful as hell, but then finding out my dad is gay AND WALKING IN ON HIM GETTING FUCKED??! Yeah, I needed to talk to someone. I love being home, but I miss Scotty.

We decided to hit the gay bars that night, me, dad and Brendon. We took an Uber to The Grove where all the gay bars are. I was excited to go out, but it was a little weird hitting gay bars with my dad. I mean shit, one day I was in the closet and thought he was straight… the next night I’m out gay-bar hopping with him and his long-term boyfriend. A lot can happen in twenty four hours I guess. Our first stop was a leather bar. It’s not really a hardcore leather bar, they cater to daddy’s and bears, and you’ll see the occasional guy in leather, but it’s more of a mixed crowd. All they bars in The Grove are liked that, they each have a niche’ but everyone is welcome.

There’s a big bar when you walk in the place with a huge doorway that leads to a huge dancefloor with a slightly elevated dancefloor off to one side. The place is huge like a warehouse. On the far end of the dancefloor there’s a little leather shop. There’s also a door that leads out to a beer garden. We went to the beer garden and ordered drinks, the lines were a lot shorter than at the bar. One we had our beers, Dad and Brendon yanked me onto the dancefloor. The three of us were gyrating to some techno music within a couple of minutes they were both shirtless, I decided to join them. Honestly, not to sound like I’m onto my dad or anything, he looked hot as fuck out there. They are both muscular and covered with hair. I’m skinny and smooth and was a little intimidated up there with the two of them, but I held my own. Within a few minutes this cute little cub found his way into our dance circle. He had a full beard, was somewhere between my age and my dad’s age, probably thirty. He was stocky but had a nice build. The next thing I know Dad and Brendon have the cub in the middle of them and they are bumping and grinding away. Okay… this just got kinds awkward. I danced my way back to the bar room and found an empty bar stool.

I was sitting there sweaty and shirtless, drinking my beer, and checking things out when a guy plopped down next to me “I saw you out on the floor, man you worked up a sweat. Can I get you another beer?” Before I could answer he’d summoned the bartender over and ordered me another. He held out his hand and said “Hi. I’m Alec”

“Chip” I responded shaking his hand. Like I said it was a mixed crowd, but Alec stood out like a sore thumb. He was about twenty six or twenty seven, had a tightly cropped, perfectly shaped beard, his hair was cut high and tight with a shock of longer auburn hair on top to match his beard. He had a muscular build… all that blended in fine. It was the pink polo shirt that made him stick out, but he didn’t really seem to give a shit. He was very confident and self-assured.

He smiled sweetly and said, “I’ve never seen you before, I’m guessing you’re home visiting the family for Thanksgiving?”

“Yup, My Dad and his boyfriend are out on the Dancefloor.” I responded lifting the fresh bottle of beer to my lips.

“YOU HAVE A GAY DAD?!” He said excitedly touching my shoulder “I have two moms! I NEVER meet other guys who grew up with gay parents.” He said.

“Well I didn’t really grow up with gay parents” I said and then just kind of spewed out the entire story. Alec’s eyes were wide as he leaned in close trying to hear my story over the music. It was loud and hard to talk.

“Hey, you wanna go down the street and get some Tapas?” He asked. Before I could answer Dad, Brendon, and the cute cub (who was introduced to us as Jeremy) came bounding up to us.

“Where’d you go Chipper?” My dad asked, “We missed you on the dancefloor.”

“You did awesome without me; besides I needed a beer. Oh… and this is Alec” I said introducing my new friend as my dad, Brendon and Jeremy all looked him up and down approvingly. “It’s too loud to talk in here, we were going to go around the corner for Tapas and talk a little. Is it cool if I leave you guys?” I asked hoping they wouldn’t have an issue.

“God yes! Go have fun!” Dad said, Brendon agreed “We’ll text you when we grab an Uber home in case you need a lift” He added. I felt bad ditching them, but to be honest… this being out and gay BFF’s with my dad was moving pretty fast and I needed someone to talk it through with. It was great, but it was a little weird and very new.

“Cool, I’ll let you know if I need a lift, I can Uber myself back if I need to.” Then we hugged, and Alec and I headed out the door and down the street. “It’s so much quieter on the street” I laughed to Alec.

“I hope I wasn’t too pushy, but damn your story is interesting, and I couldn’t hear you over that techno-crap in there” Alec said with sincere interest. I could see him much better under the street lights, damn he was pretty. His pink polo fit tightly and accentuated his toned chest. He was even more muscular than I thought and waaaaaay more ginger. My second ginger of the weekend…JACKPOT! His hair was darker red, and his eyes were a piercing hazel. His teeth were perfect, and his smile intoxicating. He really was… well… pretty. That’s the word. I wondered what he did for a living… flight attendant? Retail sales at a store in the mall? Maybe modeling. He was just so… well pretty. Yup. That’s the word.

We walked a couple of blocks to the Tapas place, I had his undivided attention. He was fascinated by my situation and asked me a million questions. We got an intimate table for two in the corner of the place and he ordered us several tapas, all his favorites. We picked at the food and talked. He asked me a lot of questions about my relationship with my dad, and I asked him a million questions about growing up with two moms. It turns out that this pretty little ginger in the pink polo shirt was a TSA Agent with a black belt in Karate. Wow. I didn’t see that coming.

Being a skinny little redhead with two moms already made him the perfect target for every bully in the Show Me State, add gay to that and he didn’t stand a chance. But he didn’t hide or cower, he started taking karate, so he could defend himself and started lifting weights. Soon the bullies stopped picking on him and now he’s all grown up and a TSA Agent with a black belt. I never would’ve guessed by looking at him. He was a really interesting guy. We talked for about an hour and a half, it was late, and the restaurant was closing.

“So, do you want a ride home?” He asked

“That would be great” I answered a little disappointed. I guess he was done with me for the night.

“Cool. Who’s home? Yours or mine?” He asked. I couldn’t conceal my smile. He noticed, smiled back and said “So, I take it that means mine?” I just nodded, and we walked to his SUV. I texted my dad that I was with Alec and would be home in the morning. He texted back “be safe and let me know where you are.” Alec told me his address and I sent it to dad.

Alec had a cute little brick house in the same historic district as my dad’s, just about three blocks away. It was built in the late 1800’s, but the inside looked brand new. It was modern and very open, tiny but perfectly appointed. As soon as the old door shut he kissed me for the first time. It wasn’t hurried, or dirty. It was intimate and sweet. His lips were so soft, and he smelled so damn good. He wrapped his arms around me and caressed my back as we kissed, his hands found their way to my butt and rested there. My arms were around his neck as I savored the intimacy of the moment. We stood there and kissed affectionately for a while, then Alec gave me the tour. He grabbed us a couple of beers form the fridge then went into the living room and talked some more. He was telling me storied about working as a TSA Agent, this guy was cute, funny , and had his shit together. The more we talked, the more I got into him. It occurred to me that I had been with an uncountable number of guys and NEVER made this kind of connection. The thought made me a little sad, maybe Kenny and the others treated me like a cumdump because, well… I acted like one. But this, connecting with someone on an intimate level, THIS is what I wanted. THIS is what Scotty is trying to do with Brad, THIS I what Kevin and Randy have. Intimacy and connection.

We were sitting on the couch talking, his hand grabbed mind and we kept talking. At one point he touched my arm as we were talking. Eventually he kissed me again. Then we started kissing passionately. It was well past midnight when he asked, “Will you spend the night with me or do you want me to take you home?” HE ASKED! There was no assumption that I was going to let him fuck me, or fuck him, there was no force involved. It was completely up to me how this played out.

“I definitely want to stay” I Said looking into his eyes as he stroked my face.

He smiled wide. “Awesome, I’ll warn you now that I have a 6AM meeting at the airport so I gottta get up really early and take you home.”

“Don’t you need to get some sleep?” I asked

“I’m good. I worked Thanksgiving night and slept all day before I went out.” He said

I texted my dad “See you in the morning” and we went into his bedroom. He lit a few candles and put on some music to set the mood before coming over to me and kissing me. As we kissed I lifted my arms and he removed my shirt. He stepped back and looked me over.

“You are beautiful” he said as he dove in to lick my nipples. He held me close as he ravaged me taking in my scent and taste then moving up to my lips again. I pushed the sweater off his shoulders and lifted the pink polo over his head stepping back to take him in like he did to me. DAMN! In the dark bar he looked toned, under the streetlights he looked a bit more muscular, standing naked in front of me in the candlelight he was built as hell and hot as fuck. This guy was so much more than he first appeared to be, and I wanted him BAD.

We moved towards the big bed and I pushed him onto his back as we continued to kiss and fumble with each other’s belt buckles. We shucked the rest of our clothes down to our underwear and lay facing each other on our sides. My hand was stroking his ample dick through the fabric of his tiny briefs and his hands were in mine groping my ass cheeks as we continued to explore each other’s mouths with our tongues. The heat of his body touching mine was intense and I can’t remember a time when I was harder than that moment. He pulled down my briefs and I pulled down his. We started grinding our hard cocks together as I fondled his balls. He ran my fingers up and down his ass crack teasing my tight, pink pucker with his fingertips as I did. He was feeling me out, checking to see if I would give up my ass willingly, I moaned my approval into his mouth with each touch. Hell yes I would let him fuck me.

He moved around and straddled my face so that we were in a sixty-nine position with him on top. I looked up and saw his beautiful appendage and ball dangling just at my lips and his sweet ass just above. I licked the length of his shaft while my hand tugged at his meaty balls, then took him gently into my mouth. His dick was fucking perfect! About eight inches long, not to wide but not thin… it fit perfectly into my mouth and slid down my throat until his balls hit my hit my nose and his red pubic hair tickled my chin. I inhaled his scent deeply as I worked my tongue lovingly around his long shaft. He slowly pulled out and pushed in again. I moved both hands up to his ass and let my fingers explore his trench. When I found his pucker I pushed my middle finger against it as he moaned.

All the time I was working his shaft he was sucking my cock like a pro, bringing me to the brink and back again. We stayed like this for a long time, It was wonderful. Each time I thought I couldn’t take anymore and was about to shoot, Alec would back off, wait, and bring me to the edge again. Fuck! It was incredible, everything about this guy was a turn-on and he knew how to work me. I wanted him in me and I wanted it now.

He got off of me, flipped around, laid down next to me, caressed my face and asked in a whisper “Can I fuck you?” then he added “I’m clean and on prep, or we can use a condom if you’re more comfortable.” I’m on Prep to, but usually play it safe. But the thing was is HE brought it up, not me… and he gave me a choice. We were figuring out what to do together. No one was taking what they wanted or just using the other to get off. This was a first for me. I was used to sex being more like a sport where someone won, and someone lost.

“I’m clean and on Prep too, I usually play safe, but I want to feel you in me” I said.

He smiled and asked, “Are you sure?” I nodded in response and he leaned in to kiss me again. He reached in the drawer of the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube and laid it on the bed as he got up and knelt between my legs. He looked me in the eyes as he pushed my legs up to my chest and I watched his head sink down. Within seconds his tongue was lapping at my tight hole. I grabbed the back of my legs and held them as he moved his hands to my ass and spread my cheeks for better access. I got lost in the feeling of his tongue prepping my hole, it was incredible. The warm, smooth wetness of his tongue contrasting with the rough brush of his beard against my ass cheeks was sending shivers through me.

He knelt up and replaced his tongue with his lubed fingers as he inserted the middle finger in me and opened me up. Then a second finger, all the while starring into my eyes and watching my face. He would smile when I moaned or wiggled in pleasure and then repeat the motion. He was getting off on getting me off. My pleasure was his goal.

After he had opened my up he put my legs over his shoulders and lined his cock up with my well-lubed hole and said, “are you ready for me?” I nodded, and he leaned down and kissed me as he simultaneously pushed his engorged manhood against my pucker until the head slipped in. He stopped, and my hole contracted around him making him moan into our kiss. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch until his meaty balls rested against my ass. He held it there as we kissed passionately “Fuck you feel so good” he moaned.”

“I love the feel of your dick in my, god you’re big” I said in return. “Just hold it there so I can get used to it” I said squeezing my passage around him.

“Fuuuuuuck” He breathed out “Keep doing that, it feels amazing.” I kept squeezing my hole around him and releasing him. It was driving him wild.

“Fuck me” I whispered. He slowly pulled out until I thought the tip was going to fall out, then pushed in slowly until his balls were hitting my ass again. He did this slowly, over and over. Every movement sent chills through me and I moaned continuously, almost purring like a fucking cat. It was this consistent, euphoric pleasure pulsing through me. I never wanted it to end. He wasn’t trying to get his rocks off, he was trying to give me pleasure and it felt like nothing I had ever experience. After a good ten to fifteen minutes of this slow, steady motion he pulled all the way out and laid next to me.

We turned to face each other and started kissing, then he whispered, “my turn.” I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“You want me to fuck you?” I asked with a tone of confusion.

“Fuck yeah! I want to feel that beautiful cock of yours in me. I want you to cum in me.” He said. I was kind of confused, I mean is this normal? I’ve had a lot of sex and I was either the top or the bottom, never both. But then again, in most of my past experiences someone was getting used and someone was getting their rocks off. And so far, this wasn’t like ANY of my past experiences.

I got up and moved between his legs, pushing them up to his chest like he had mine. There it was, his sweet, pink pucker. I leaned down and licked it, he responded with a loud, guttural moan. I kept licking through the little red hairs in his ass crack and darting my tongue in and out of that tight hole, he opened up in response and my tongue went deeper. I pulled his cheeks apart as he held his legs and was practically fucking him with my warm, wet tongue as he moaned his encouragement and screamed for more. He couldn’t get enough, and neither could I. Damn it was so fucking hot. I sat back on my knees and told him to get on all fours.

I lined my rock hard 7 inches up and pushed. He screamed “YES!!!!!!!! FUCK ME” as I breached his hole. He was pleading and begging for me to fuck him, take him, cum in his hole. I had never been with someone so verbal and it was a major turn on. I pounded him hard, seriously hard. As hard as I could muster. I pistoned in and out of him as he yelled “THAT’S IT, FUCK ME LIKE A MAN!” He was loving it and I wanted to give him pleasure, I was pounding with strength I didn’t know I had, then I smacked his ass “YES! FUCKING SMACK THAT ASS!” He screamed I smacked it again. I didn’t know who was in control anymore, he was begging, I was pounding, it was raw sex at its most primal. Streams of sweat were flying from both our bodies; his back was glistening. We were two animals giving in to instinct. It was so fucking hot and dirty. I have never had sex like that in my life.

“I’m gonna cum” I said almost breathlessly as I kept pounding.

“Yeah Chip, shot your load in me, you fucking stud!” I delivered one more solid smack to his ass as I grunted and shot my load. I shoved my spasm cock as deep up his passage as it would go and held it there as I emptied my balls into him. I left my cock in him for a minute as I caught my breath, then pulled out and laid on my back next him.

He jumped between my legs and whispered “my turn again” as he lifted my legs over his shoulders and started to fuck me again. I was not expecting it and oh my god… lust just took over.

“FUCK ME HARD” I screamed out in a lusty, guttural voice I didn’t know I had. I didn’t have to say it twice. Alec pounded my ass hard and I loved it. It only took him about half a dozen thrusts to cum. He shot stream after powerful stream deep into my ass, I could feel his warm seed in me and it felt incredible. He collapsed on top of me, his manhood still deep within me. My ass ring gripped his softening cock , holding him there. After a few minutes he pulled out and laid next to me. We faced each other and kissed passionately. I never felt closer to anyone than I did to Alec at that moment. Sweaty, with my ass full of cum, I fell asleep in the arms of this wonderful man.

I was only asleep for a couple of hours when Alec shook me and said my name “Chip. Chip. Time to get up.” I looked up and was greeted by the most beautiful looking TSA Agent I had ever seen. “I’ve got to take you home and get to my meeting” he said. I was stunned by how handsome and rugged he looked in his uniform.

“Damn” is all I could eek out. Alec laughed as he kissed me and pulled me out of bed. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed in the dark as he rushed me out the door and into his SUV.

“Sorry, but I can’t be late.” He said once we were inside the car. I gave him direction to my dad’s place, he was just a few blocks away. “So, I’ll be home by six. Do I get to see you tonight?” he asked.

“It’s my last night in town and I feel guilty for ditching my dad last night. But goddammit I want to see you again. Let me talk to him.” I said.

“Hey, Chip” He said in a more serious tone, “I know we just met, but I really love talking to you. And the sex… DAMN!” He paused for a few seconds “I’d really like to get to know you better. Can we stay in touch?”

“I’d love that” I said as sincerely as I could. “I hate that I’m leaving tomorrow. I’m definitely coming back at Christmas.” I told him as we pulled up to dad’s house.

“That’s a month away. Maybe I need a long weekend in Denver.” He said as he kissed me goodbye.

“I’d like that. I will definitely see you before I leave.” I said as I got out of the SUV. He waited until I got in the house and shut the door behind me, then he left. I went into the kitchen to start the coffee. When I entered the kitchen I was greeted by a naked ass bent over and grabbing something from the refrigerator shelf.

The door shut and there was Jeremy, the cub from last night “Oh hi. I was just grabbing some water. Why don’t you come up and join us?” He asked holding up a water bottle, then he took his buck naked body into the living room and up the creaking staircase. I just stood there with my mouth open and watched. Apparently dad and Brendon had a little fun last night. I didn’t want to know… I mean good for them… but he’s still my dad and there are some things you just don’t want to know about your parents.

To be continued…