All About My Father

Giving a blowjob was the happiest I’d ever seen my father; I was disgusted yet riveted watching him. I’m 24 and he’s 47, he’d married my mother after they met and graduated from college together, they both seemed happy at their 25th wedding anniversary party earlier in the year. Now, seeing this tall handsome admirable masculine man with slightly graying brown hair down on his knees eagerly sucking a dick was revolting. Sure, in my enlightened Ivy League circles we publicly support LGBT equality and say all the right things. Privately our thinking is quite different with slur-laden discourse. From where I stand, a man who sucks dick and takes it up the ass is contemptable and unworthy of respect.   

My father had been attentive to me growing up, he gave me the sex talk, he’d encouraged me with girls, he’d pumped me to tell him details of losing my virginity, he’d counseled me recently when I broke up with my girlfriend. Who was he? He was like some sort of alien now.

My younger sister was getting married, I’d driven from my Tribeca apartment to the Westchester town I’d grown up in, to the country club where the ceremony and reception were to take place. It was late Saturday afternoon; I’d gotten there early to help if needed. I’d walked through the empty banquet hall to see if anyone else was around. I was alone and went to the bar and poured myself a shot of Gray Goose.

I heard muffled sounds coming from behind, I went to the storage room entrance. There from a side angle, sitting on a stool with his black pants down and his huge hard cut dick out and his large flowing smooth balls was Rick, a 19-year-old dark-haired tall country club bartender, murmuring with pleasure as my father was on his knees in a tuxedo giving him head. Very nice, dad.

My father’s tongue flicked and circled Rick’s sculpted dickhead, a strand of precum glistened from the slit, then he licked all over Rick’s long thick shaft, his mouth took in and got down to the base, he gobbled Rick’s balls. With Rick’s dick primed from my father’s obviously expert oral skills, my father engaged in some serious deepthroating.

Up and down his head bobbed on Rick’s cock, he looked so happy doing IT. I felt nauseous, my father was really a queer. What a twisted bastard! Doing THIS just before his daughter’s wedding! His whole life was a lie. From the way he was going at it, this clearly wasn’t the first time my father had sucked cock. Who else had he blown? I bet he also gets fucked up the ass. It was disorienting to me to have a raging hardon at witnessing this disgraceful tableau.  

Rick flexed his pubic area forward thrusting his dick further in my father’s mouth, he sighed and began cumming down my father’s throat. I could hear my father gurgling as he swallowed Rick’s cumload. They were done, I ran away before they could see me. I was in a state of complex shock, I raced to a men’s room, locked myself in a stall, unzipped my tuxedo trousers, hauled out my seven and half inch cut dick and began jerking it. Imagery of my father sucking my cock flooded my head as I furiously beat off. My climax was shuddering, I stood over the toilet and saw my milky cumload in the water, I flushed.

The ceremony in the ballroom was wonderful, my father walked my sister down the aisle. He looked like the strong masculine successful executive he was, not like the reprehensible cocksucker which he also was. Then the crowd adjourned to the banquet hall, I went to the bar, there was Rick all cool serving drinks. Rick, whom I saw getting his dick sucked by my father. “Gray Goose dirty martini coming right up, Ed.” “Thanks Rick.”

I sat at the family table, with my parents, my sister and her new husband and other relatives. I was on automatic pilot. My father was his usual amiable self. It was all so surreal, to be going through social motions after what I had seen. After leaving the men’s room, I ran into Kevin, who’d been my high school best friend and had been invited to the wedding. We kept in touch but don’t see each other that often as we both work long hours in different Manhattan firms. He was tall and rugged in his dark suit.  

“Ed! What’s wrong? You look awful, considering the occasion.”

“I’m just bummed out about something.”

“Let’s talk.”

We went to the country club’s main bar, got drinks and sat in a booth.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s bad, Kevin. I got here early and saw my dad sucking the bartender’s dick!”

“Oh yeah, that’s got to be weird actually seeing that. But with your dad being such a known cockhound, something like that was bound to happen.”

“What the fuck do you mean, calling my father a known cockhound!”

“I thought you knew he’s gay, it was always too awkward to talk about. I couldn’t discuss with my best friend what a great cocksucker his dad is and that I’ve been fucking him for years. That bartender is on the make and is his type, he couldn’t resist.”

“You’ve had sex with my father?!”

“Sure, lots of times. Honestly, deep down, I thought you knew. I’m glad it’s all out in the open now. Pat, Ron and Dave also fucked your dad. Sometimes we’d have group sessions. We’d hang with our dicks out and get done by your dad, then he’d get on his hands and knees, we’d take turns fucking him, it was fucking hot! We were all horned up and our girlfriends were all good girls who didn’t put out. He’d get in touch when you weren’t around, and we’d head over to the guest house…”

The guest house, my father’s refuge where he did work and where he went when he needed to be alone to “think.” We ordered more drinks.

“Your father offered to mentor me, my parents weren’t savvy about college and stuff like that. I met him in the guest house, he had ideas for what schools I should apply to, ones he had contacts at, and that I should go into corporate law. It was all constructive and normal, until he put his hand on my crotch. Wow!”

“Before I could resist, he’d undone my belt, unzipped my jeans and was stroking my dick. Then he put it in his mouth and went to work. Man, my first blowjob, and from a pro! After giving me head, he stood up, took off his clothes and led me to the bedroom. He got in the bed on his hands and knees. ‘Fuck me Adam.’ I’d never thought about fucking guys before, but he was going out of his way to help me. If he wanted my dick in return, that was cool with me. I greased up my dick and fucked a guy for the first time. He was so happy! He was yelling and howling, I was turned on, he was tight, it felt great to be fucking him. He came all over the bed, I came in his ass. We cleaned up.”

“‘You understand about this’ he said. ‘I totally understand.’ I said. He asked me to put the word out to our friends. Your dad is into hot young dick, and we all helped him out. It was all friendly and we all got what we wanted. We got our rocks off as well as him pulling strings for us. None of us wanted you to feel strange and upset you, so of course we never said anything. Don’t hate me but I still see your father. He’ll text me when he’s in Manhattan, he gets a hotel room, and we fuck. Hey, I date women and I’ll get married, messing around is fine. Your father is a cool guy, he owns what he is…” My head was spinning.

“I know about Dad, surely you must know…” I was having dinner with my mother a few days later at the ’21 Club’ restaurant, she’d come to Manhattan to see a matinee.

“Oh Ed, I don’t know what you think you know, but it does seem the time to speak the truth. I think you’re mature enough to face facts” she sighed.

“You father and I met at New York University; we were theater majors. Senior year we were cast in A Streetcar Named Desire. Edward was so sexy and brilliant as Stanley Kowalski, as great as Marlon Brando! He grew up poor in the Bronx and understood the character. I was pretty good as Stella, his wife. We got close during rehearsals; we went out a lot. I knew he was gay; he was having a fling with the lighting designer. Edward and I were great friends. It was my father who set everything in motion. He came to see the show and took us to dinner. My mother died when I was 12.”

“‘Young man, you were terrific! However, we all know how uncertain the theater is. I’m offering you a sure thing. I’m dying. With treatment, I’ve got a couple of years. I want to see things settled while I’m alive. Marry my daughter, go into the family firm, give me a grandson and you’ll be set for life. I know your situation; you can discreetly do whatever you like. We’re all rational people…’”

“Edward and I were married after graduation, a year later you were born. A year later, my father died just after your sister was born. Edward started at the bottom of the company, he threw himself into it like he was playing a part and plausibly took over as CEO, he grew it beyond anyone’s expectations. Whatever he got up to in private, I have no knowledge of. I’ve had my own diversions over the years. We have two wonderful children, contribute to society and lead fine public lives. That’s really what it’s all about. There is nothing else to say on this subject…”

A few days later on Sunday morning, I was at my family’s place playing tennis with my father. It was a monthly tradition we began after I graduated from college, to spend quality time alone to catch up. My head was jammed with all of what I’d learned. I was all confused and was possessed to beat him which I did, I had to prove I was the real man. We were panting and sweated up on the court. I had a hardon.

“Dad, it’s been years since I’ve seen the guest house. Why don’t you give me a tour?”

“Sure, Ed” he said nonchalantly.

We were sitting in the living room; he’d fixed Bloody Mary’s.

“So, this is where it all happens” I said.

“Yes, it is, so you know I spoke to Adam.”

“Know what?! That you’re a fake! That you groveled on your knees to suck a bartender’s cock! That you fucked around with my friends! I was too stupid to figure it all out!”

“Son, I love you, but you’re understandably spoiled and naïve. Your friends and I behaved like the men we are, following our urges. Like Rick and I do. Oh, there’s a trail of bartenders, bellboys and laborers I’ve groveled before because I simply love dick. With your upbringing you couldn’t handle that or comprehend how I became what I am.”

“Then it explain it to me! Right now, you’re some creepy old fag living a lie to me!”

“I was raised by a foster family in a Bronx shithole. One night, Vincenzo, my foster father came into my room. He told me I had start earning my keep. That meant having sex with him. I knew I wanted guys; I had already lost my virginity to a boy, we were lovers.”

“You’re a real slut!’” laughed Vincenzo when I was sucking his dick like a champ. “’You’ve done this before and you like it! You’ve taken it up the ass too, I bet! Good, I won’t have to break you in.’ He threw me a mean fuck.”

“He told me that he and Lorraine; his wife, picked me out to foster because even as a kid they could tell I was going to be a faggot, they were right. Now, I was old enough to be of use to them, besides getting a government check to raise me.”  

“I was happy taking care of Vincenzo with his fat Italian cock, he came to my room every night. He pimped me out to neighborhood guys, they were only too willing to pay for the services of a cute white boy. It was exciting! All those men I did! I was the neighborhood slut! I got plenty of experience and got exploited by Vincenzo and Lorraine, it all worked out.”

“I escaped into my head, daydreaming. I auditioned for NYU, got accepted with a full scholarship, got away from my fake parents and met your mother. She was and is sensational. So compassionate and intelligent, she’s the only woman I’ve ever been with, that’s why you and your sister are here, because I did my duty. Her father was a great man who set me straight, I haven’t looked back, I have a pragmatic worldview, I’m Edward Russell, titan of industry who lives in this historic estate and can have all the dick I  want.”

“Does that include mine?!”

“Oh Ed,” he said grabbing my hard dick through my white tennis shorts, “I’ve been hoping for years that we’d do more than play tennis. God, how fucking hot you are in those white shorts! When you hit puberty, I was hard all the time looking at you. You’d been so joyous and innocent, which I’d never been as a teenager. Watching you grow into a stunning man, I wanted you so badly. I know I’m fucked up, who wouldn’t be after how I grew up? I’m insatiable, getting my own son’s dick is the ultimate prize! Yes, I have had all your friends’ cocks, they were the next best thing to having yours. I had to wait until we were on the same page, are we?” he said while kneading my clothed dick.

“Yes, we are” I sobbed. I wanted the truth, and I got it. My father grew up as a whore, was gay and lusted for me. Our destiny was always going to lead us to the guest house to do what we were going to do. He stood and began undressing, I did the same. We were nude, his 47-year-old body was trim and chiseled, my physique was toned and bulkier from working out.  

“Oh Ed, it’s fucking beautiful, you take after me” he moaned as held our seven-and half-inch hard dicks, grinding them together. He pushed me to the couch, I sat with him between my outstretched legs. He took my dick in his mouth, I was experiencing what my friends and Rick had. A superior blowjob by a genius of the craft of cocksucking. My father looked up at me and into my eyes as his lips, tongue and mouth brought me intense pleasure. The sensation of him tonguing my balls was awesome. Was it sick to admit that my father was the best cocksucker I’d ever encountered? No girl or whore had ever done me like he was doing, he was rocking my world with his mouth. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. I let myself go.

He took his mouth of my cock. I knew what he wanted now, could I do it? Could I fuck a guy? Could I fuck my own father? Yes, I could. He craved my cock and I owed it to him for all the sacrifices he had made for the family, for me. I had to respect that and him. My dick was rock hard, my father had earned it.

We went to the bedroom, he got in the bed on his hands and knees, ass up. The night table had a bottle of lube, I slicked my dick and my father’s athletic ass up. I took a deep breath; I rammed my cock in deep my father’s ass. I thought I’d faint from the headiness I felt. I was in all the way, and I began fucking my father rough, how I’d knew he wanted it.

“Are you happy now? Are happy to be taking your own son’s cock up your ass?” I whispered as my balls slapped against my father’s ass.

“I am so happy! Give me your cock, Ed!” he cried.

I fucked my father with the ferocity of a wild beast, it was cathartic for both of us. He was hollering as his dick shot off his load of cum all over the bed. I had been close, and now stopped holding back, I blasted my father’s insides with gushes of my cum. I pulled out, there it was, my father’s battered ass leaking with my cum. We showered, went to the main house and had a lovely brunch with my mother. We carried on like normal. Did my mother suspect? Did she care?

A few days later, my father texted me to meet him at a Pierre Hotel room after work. I anxiously walked from my office at 50th Street and Sixth Avenue. Of course, he wanted me to fuck him again, that would be part of our lives now, so be it. I had become a man of the world, like my father, with no sexual hang-ups. I got to 61st and Fifth, went into the Pierre and up to the room, I knocked. “Hey” said my father opening the door, he was wearing only his underwear. I entered.

“Hey, bud!” said my high school best friend Adam. He was nude in a chair, his legs stretched out with his big dick jutting up, slick from my father’s servicing.

“Make yourself comfortable, Ed” said my father.

I took off my clothes and sat in a chair next to Adam. My father got on his knees and began sucking my dick.

“I’m glad you guys worked everything out so that you can enjoy each other” said Adam as he played with his dick.

“Thanks, bro.”

I thought of Adam and I in the Boy Scouts, playing Little League and at our high school prom with our girlfriends. Now, we were side by side, nude, with my submissive father in a frenzy switching his mouth off between our dicks. It was a powerful sight when my father’s hands were stroking our dicks and fondling our balls. He was in the Zone with two young hung studs. He rose, took off his underwear and got in position on the bed.

“I’ll race you to see who fucks first” laughed Adam.

“No bro, it’s cool.”

Adam rose to his full height of 6’ 2”, swaggered with his big hard dick swaying and his heavy balls flopping, to the bed. He confidently lubed up his cock, sprayed my father’s ass and shoved his cock straight in my father’s ass. I was watching my best friend fucking my father. I got up, went over and presented my dick to my father’s face. He eagerly put it in his mouth. He was now getting it at both ends and was yelping from joy. Adam was thrusting, grunting and sweating. He hollered and pulled out; his load leaked from my father’s ass. I took his place. My father’s ass was dilated from just getting fucked by Adam's big cock and moist from lube and cum. His pulsating sphincter clenched around my cock, I was delirious ramming it in and out of him. He seemed to be weeping, I saw that he was cumming all over the Pierre’s bed, I’d gotten my father off with my cock again.

We took showers and got dressed.

“I just got worked over by two hot studs” said my father in a tuxedo, “and now I’m going down to the ballroom and sit with your mother at a charity dinner. That’s life! Have a good evening.” He left.

“That was a blast!” said Adam as we sipped Glenlivet and puffed on Havanas at a nearby cigar bar.

“For sure.”

“Your father is complicated, it’s always the same routine with him. I asked him years ago if he wanted to switch it up, like getting fucked on his back or any other positions, I was game. ‘No, he said, ‘that’s for love, this isn’t love.’”

Did my father love the lighting designer he was with before he met my mother? Did he fuck him on his back? Did Vincenzo his foster father fuck him doggie style? Did all the men he was a whore for fuck him that way? Did he seek to relive all that? Adam and I finished up and went our separate ways.

That Saturday night, I was sitting in the packed ballroom of the country club. A platform had been set up, on it on opposite sides stood my father and mother at lecterns. The event was a benefit performance to raise money for a charity that awarded college scholarships to foster children. The show was playwright A.R. Gurney’s Love Letters. Through letters written between childhood into adulthood, we learn of the doomed romance between two WASPS.

My mother was dazzling, she was simultaneously funny, dramatic and wistful. My father who had triumphed as Stanley Kowalski, was awesome.  Here he exuded genteelness, passion and believability. He was the part, an Upper-Class sophisticate, not the troubled abused young man he’d been, who’d grown up in poverty and depravity. Their performances spellbound the audience for 90 minutes. They could have been stars.

Afterward there were congratulations, mingling and drinking. My mother went off to another gathering. My father, Rick the bartender and I drove our cars to the estate. We parked and went to the guesthouse. My father celebrated his acting success by sucking Rick and my dicks and by getting his ass fucked by us. We all showered, dressed and had drinks.

“Ah, your mother is back, I’m going to go find out what I missed, good evening.” My father left.

“Your Dad is a great guy. He’s the best one to deal with at the club and he pays the most.”

“Whoa! You do this with other country club guys?”

“You really are naïve. The manager wasn’t interested in my bartending skills, he was interested in my dick size and whether I was amenable to getting hit on. A lot of the members are creepy closet cases who sold out by getting married and having kids for their careers. They pay me to let off steam by bitching out to a dominant young hung stud. Anyway, we’ll meet up again, take care…”

I left the guesthouse and went to my old room in the main house to go to bed. In a few hours my father and I would play our monthly tennis game.

He beat me this time, but I fucked him in the guest house. After brunch with my mother, we went driving, he wanted to show me where he grew up. The Bronx is a short distance from Westchester, but light years away from it.

We parked the car and walked around. He pointed out stores he shopped at, his elementary school and restaurants he ate in. Compared to Westchester, it was all shabby but bustling. It was definitely an ethnic neighborhood; we were the only white people in sight. “This is the building I grew up in…” It was six stories, grand but faded. We went inside through the musty lobby to an elevator and got out at the fifth floor. He knocked an apartment door. The peephole opened and closed, then the door opened.

“Hello” said an elderly Black woman.

“Good afternoon, ma’am. I grew up in this apartment, I wanted to show it to my son, if you’d permit that.”

“Why sure! How exciting for you! I’m just back from church” she let us in. It was small, neat and furnished nicely. I saw the living room and a bedroom. “This was my room” said my father. I was taken aback. We were looking at a glorified closet off the kitchen that the old woman used as a sewing room, it barely contained her sewing machine and a chair. My father grew up in THAT?! That’s where he had sex with his foster father every night?! 

“My name is Lillian” said the old woman as we sat at her kitchen table having the coffee she’d made. “I moved here 10 years ago when I retired from nursing. The previous people were an Italian man and his wife, they moved to Florida…” We chitchatted.

“Thank you so much for your hospitality Lillian” said my father handing her five hundred-dollar bills, “I’d like to make a contribution to your church.”

“God bless you, Edward, you come back anytime!”

We were in the hallway waiting for the elevator. Another apartment door opened, a built mustached Hispanic guy in 40’s wearing gray sweatpants and a black sweatshirt came out with a bag of trash.

“Holy Fuck! Eddie!” he roared.

“Hector!” yelled my father.

“Just a sec” said Hector. He opened the door to the trash room and threw his bag down the chute. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Oh, nostalgia, I was showing my son around the old neighborhood.”

“This fine young man is your son? Good for you Eddie! Hey, come on in, let’s catch up.”

“Sure Hector.”

The apartment was bigger than Lillian’s, it was well-furnished and clean. We sat in the living room drinking Coronas, Hector smoked Marlboro Reds. I’d never seen my father smoke, but he smoked one also.

“My wife’s down in Puerto Rico taking care of her folks and my three boys are all grown and off on their own, so it’s just me. You’ve done well for yourself, Eddie. I’ve seen you on CNN!”

“Thanks! I have done well.”

“Hey, do I have to watch what I say around your son?”

“No, he knows everything.” I blushed.

“Then young man, you should be proud of your dad, to go so far in life after what he went through. That Vincenzo was a mean mother fucker. It was a bad scene. For a few bucks any guy in the neighborhood knew to go to your dad for a BJ or a fuck. Kids in high school used him too and made fun of him. Not me, I always thought he was a good guy.”

“He never charged me” laughed Hector as he tugged on the large mound of his crotch. “I was his first man, before Vincenzo whored him out. “Hey, check this out” he said getting up and leading us to a bedroom. “I popped your dad’s cherry in this bed! My folks were out at the movies. We’d been messing around for a while; I was happy just getting blow jobs. He said it was time that we went all the way. I was worried I’d hurt him, cause I was so big, but he wanted it and liked it.”

“I still do, Hector” said my father who now had his hand on Hector’s dick, stiff in his sweatpants.

“Go for it chico” said Hector in a low voice as he pulled down his sweatpants and sat in chair. Holy Shit! Hector was beyond packing! He had a real porno dick. Probably close to nine tan inches of cut cock with a ridged prominent head, his balls were bull sized. My father was on in his knees in a flash, slobbering on every part of Hector’s junk.

 “Your dad learned how to suck dick from working on this pinga. He took real well to it” Hector said me as I stood and watched. “I know.”

My father’s cheeks hollowed out to take all of Hector’s meat in, miraculously deepthroating it. They looked into each other’s eyes. Hector sat back with an expression of masculinity, pride and contentment as he got his humongous rod worked on by my father.

My father stopped sucking, got up and took his clothes off, Hector did the same. My father got in the bed on his back, raised his legs and bared his ass. Hector lubed his shiny hard cock and sprayed my father’s ass. He took his time entering my father, who was babbling as his asshole slowly stretched around to accommodate Hector’s big pipe. When Hector was in, he began fucking my father with a measured rhythm, my father was delirious. This was passionate love making, not the vicious lust my father craved and was used to. He was crying.

“Aww, Eddie it’s okay” said Hector.

The fucking continued. My father howled as his dick blasted his cum all over. Hector grunted and said a bunch of things in Spanish as he came in my father. He pulled out, there was my father’s widened and seeded asshole.

They cleaned up. We sat around in the living room having another beer while they smoked and reminisced, I heard more seamy accounts of my father’s exploits, like how he’d hang out by the post office to suck off mailmen in their trucks. It was time to go. We all shook hands.

We drove back to our estate in silence. My father changed into gray trousers, a blue shirt and a blue blazer. He and my mother were  having dinner at the country club with two other distinguished couples. I drove my car behind them. I walked in with them to the elegant dining room, I said hello to the other couples and exchanged pleasantries. I declined the offer to dine with them. Instead, I went to the bar.

“Hey, Ed” said Rick.

“Good evening Rick.”

“Gray Goose dirty martini coming right up!”

I sat at the bar sipping my martini. In the distance I could see my parents animatedly interacting with and gracefully socializing with the two other couples. My father was a great man.