Down by the river - The neglected dad

Friday night, after dinner with the family

It's 1953. This story takes place in a small town about twenty-five miles north of Minneapolis, Minnesota. The population is about two thousand people. It's a typical, church-going, law-abiding, small town where everyone seems to always know everyone's business. Except that is, the secrets the men keep about getting some relief when the wife isn't up for it. Surprisingly, that relief is easier to find than you'd think. The main character in this story is The Neglected Dad. I don't use his real name for obvious reasons. He's been married for twenty years to a beautiful wife that he loves dearly. Together they have four kids, three boys, and a girl, ranging in age from eight to seventeen. They have a great time together as a family, most times. But often enough, he just needs to get out and be with the guys, relaxing in the company of other men. The night of this story was one of those nights.

It was Friday, the end of the week. And what a crazy week it was. The Memorial Day holiday right in the middle just made things more intense. (There were no Monday holidays back then. Memorial Day was always on May 30th.) Regularly dealing with his wife's family every Sunday was bad enough, but to have to spend the whole day on a holiday was even worse. The Neglected Dad had been horny all week but never had any time to do anything about it. Not even all by himself.

Today had been a beautiful spring day and was turning into the same kind of night. As he drove home from work, he opened his shirt, letting the cool breeze from the truck’s open windows waft over him, calming his horniness. At least somewhat.

After dinner, with the homework done, and kids in bed, The Neglected Dad drove over to the American Legion for a brew or two. Maybe say hey to a few of his pals, doncha know. It was his favorite hang-out. And, as hoped, he ran into a couple of his buds who were already well-watered. These guys were all vets, like himself, and neglected dads as well. They tended to commiserate with each other on nights like tonight and get a good buzz on before heading home to sleep it off.

This Legion post was relatively new so it was clean, nicely decorated, and had plenty of space for the get-togethers the Legion planned. They hosted various community shindigs, family celebrations, and charity events. It was nowhere near as seedy as Pat’s Crooked Stool over on the south side, the other bar in town. The Neglected Dad stayed clear of that place. It gave him the creeps.

Tonight, Pete had the radio playing in the background, broadcasting some baseball game or another. The Neglected Dad and his buds weren’t really paying attention. It wasn’t their team playing anyway. Instead, they caught up with each other’s news and gossip. Tonight, however, The Neglected Dad barely listened. He didn’t care what they talked about. He merely needed to get out of the house, away from the kids, and the wife, and hang out with the guys for a little while. He needed a distraction, or so he thought. But none of this seemed to help all that much. That tingling feeling down there in his crotch never went away.

Around ten o’clock, the men started saying their goodbyes. Kind of early for a Friday night, but some of the guys had to work the next morning. So much for the holiday day off when you had to make up for it on the weekend. The Neglected Dad waved to his buds as he jumped in his station wagon, started it up, and backed out of the parking lot. As he began to make his way home the niggling feeling was back again. All that tingling sensation down there. Again. He brushed his palm across his crotch feeling the mound between his legs grow a bit. ‘Fuck this,’ he said to himself and decided to drive to one of the lesser-known cruisey spots along his side of the river. He had just enough of a buzz, to see to it his need got taken care of.

It didn’t take long to get to the spot he was thinking about. The dirt road pull-over was ahead on the left. This particular one was barely visible during the day and even less so at night. Only men who knew it was there, knew where to pull in. And he did just that. There were two other cars parked there when he pulled in between them. The Neglected Dad hoped that meant he’d find a willing partner to help him out. He got out of the car and walked quickly to the path leading through the woods. He was always a little nervous until he was covered by the darkness of the trees. He’d been here enough times to know the path well enough and where to go so he wouldn’t get lost. Though not recently, and rarely at night.

The Neglected Dad’s eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. When they did, he was able to make out shapes in the dark. He heard a twig snap and paused. He waited to see who or what it was. Is there another guy around? What’s he up to? Nothing happened. No other noises. It stayed quiet. So he moved on.

‘Maybe I’m the one being followed,’ The Neglected Dad said to himself. He swung around to look behind him, continuing to walk backward, but there was no one there. He continued down the path. He knew there were a couple of small clearings up ahead, hidden by trees along the path. It gave guys some secluded nooks to play around in. The Neglected Dad was coming up on one of them now. He continued moving slowly along the path, looking all around him.

Then he saw the silhouette of a man up ahead. He was slightly taller than himself, leaning up against a tree. A bright red glow flashed but went out just as quickly. Smoking was a common way to let someone know you were there. He strode ahead now with more purpose, heading toward that glowing cigarette up ahead.

The Neglected Dad walked right up to The Cigarette Man and gave him a quick nod. The gesture was returned the same way. The Neglected Dad stepped up close to The Cigarette Man for a moment. Then slowly, he reached down and placed his hand up against the man’s crotch, rubbing the mound he felt there and outlining with his fingers, it’s firm ridges.

The Cigarette Man said, “I’ve been here a while. Waiting.” He took a drag on his cigarette then tossed the butt on the ground and squished it into the dirt. He arched his back and leaned into The Neglected Dad’s touch. “I’m ready now.”

“I need a good throat, myself,” The Neglected Dad replied.

“I guess we’re both looking for the same thing, Brother.”

“Guess so.” Pause. “How long you been here?”

“Twenty minutes or so?”

That wasn’t a good sign. “And no one’s come by?” The Neglected Dad looked around for any sign of movement. Then he said to The Cigarette Man, “I saw two cars out there along with mine.” Pause. “Guess he’s taking his time.”

The Cigarette Man chuckled. He pulled out another cigarette, put it between his lips and flicked his lighter open to light it. Then took a deep drag on his cigarette while leaving the lighter lit. This allowed them both a chance to get a good look at each other’s faces, not that it really mattered what their faces looked like. They were there for one thing and one thing only. What a face looked like didn’t matter much.

Seconds later, they heard the crunching of leaves and a few twigs cracking. A New Guy came out from the clearing behind the trees. He was naked. He walked over to the two men and said, “Why are you waiting out here? Back there is where you go.” He pointed to the trees over his shoulder.

The Cigarette Man grinned, took one last drag of his cigarette, then tossed it to the ground, and ground it out with his boot. “My first time here,” was the Cigarette Man’s explanation to the New Guy. He followed the naked man as he lead the way to the clearing.

The Neglected Dad decided to walk around a bit more. ‘Let those two have some privacy,’ he thought.

The Neglected Dad wasn’t much of an on-looker. Watching two other guys did nothing for him. Nor did he like to be watched. He liked the action to be private, just him and the other man.

Soon, he heard the rush of water and knew he was getting close to the river’s edge. He pushed through the brush until he stood on its bank. He stood and listened to the flow of water and relaxed. ‘I can’t stay here much longer or that sound is going to put me right to sleep,’ he thought.

It was getting cooler now that the sun had been down for an hour or more. He pulled off his open shirt and tucked it into his waistband. Feeling the cool breeze from over the water wafting against his exposed skin, brought an arousing shiver. His nipples peaked from the coolness.

There was a movement to his right. The Neglected Dad turned to see who or what it might be. Another man appeared, about his height, though a bit thinner, coming right toward him. When The Other Man was close enough he said, “Hiya.”

The Neglected Dad responded with his “Hi,” and then came up close to The Other man. “Nice night.”

“Sure is.”

“I needed to get out for a little while.”

“Me too.”

The Other Man reached for The Neglected Dad’s crotch at the same time The Neglected Dad’s hand felt the other man up. They rubbed, squeezed, and fondled what they found down there in each other’s pants. The Neglected Dad unzipped The Other Man first, showing him exactly what he wanted. Then he unzipped himself and freed his own hard prick. Now, their two erections poked out from the open pants and angled up at each other.

The light was just bright enough to see an outline of what each man had to offer between his legs. The Other Man’s grasped The Neglected Dad’s hardon holding it firmly. Feeling that grip, The Neglected Dad shoved his hips back and forth, pumping himself in and out of that clenched fist.

“What do you like?” The Other Man asked.

“Are you my cocksucker?” The Neglected Dad whispered. “I need to empty my balls.”

“I can be, but I need you to be mine too,” replied The Other Man with a husky edge to his voice.

Silence.

The Neglected Dad thought for a moment, then said, “I don’t take to sucking cock much.” He continued to stroke The Other Man. “It’s been a long time since I have.” The Other Man’s touch was getting to him. ‘I need this so fucking bad.’ he thought. ‘I guess if that means I gotta suck that cock of his too, so be it!’

The Neglected Dad couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck! OK. I can do you.” He started to bend down, then added, “I sure need your mouth on me too, man. You better come through.”

“You got it, man. I’ll take care of what you got.” The Other Man gave The Neglected Dad gave one last tug, then smiled and added, “and gladly too, man.”

The Neglected Dad smiled at that thought then got down on his knees between The Other Man’s legs. He pulled on his own cock as he looked up at The Other Man. Then The Neglected Dad let go of it and dove right in, sinking down on The Other Man’s hard prick going as far down as he could. He pulled up a bit to slather more saliva up and down the length of that glorious cock. Then dove down deep once again.

The Neglected Dad hadn’t done this in a while, but man was he getting back into it. ‘I sure like how he feels in my mouth,’ he said to himself as he slid it in and out of his mouth. ‘Love it that I’m getting him so close.’ He reached for The Other Man’s nut sack and played with his balls while he continued his ministrations. ‘Maybe it’s been too long coming for him too.’ His mind kept thinking about the man whose cock he served. Then The Neglected Dad moaned a loud and prolonged, “Mmmmmm,” letting The Other Man know The Neglected Dad was enjoying the task at hand. He wanted to satisfy this stranger’s need. And was doing the best he knew how.

Back inside his head, The Neglected Dad kept noting with surprise. ‘He feels so fucking good in my mouth. That rock-hard prick, those lumpy veins. And the juice? He’s got a lot of juice.’ He slurped on the bulbous nob sucking what he could. ‘Man he sure is tasty.’

The Neglected Dad got another inch, then another in his mouth. As he got used to it and relaxed he opened his throat more and more, trying not to gag until finally The Other Man’s cock bumped the back of his throat. After a bit, The Neglected Dad came up for air, gasped a deep breath, then swallowed The Other Man’s cock again, all the way down until it popped the groove and slid into his throat. With great satisfaction of his own, The Neglected Dad gave it a buzzing groan, getting loud vocal approval from The Other Man standing above him.

Just as suddenly as he started, The Neglected Dad pulled off and stood up. “Do me now,” he demanded.

“But I’m so close,” The Other Man said.

“I know,” The Neglected Dad replied, “but I want to be sure you’re going to work me over as good as I did you. I need mine done too, you know. Show me I can trust you.”

The Other Man didn’t argue. While he gazed at the dark shape of The Neglected Dad’s head, he couched down, got into a kneeling position, and said, “I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m not that guy.”

The Neglected Dad, “I don’t give a shit. Suck me.”

The Other Man’s gaze lasted a moment longer, then, with that, he began. His warm, wet tongue licked the sides of The Neglected Dad’s dong, all around the crown, sliding his wet mouth up and down its sides. He savored the crown with his lips and tongue while sucking the juices off, savoring every drop. The Other Man showed he wasn’t in a hurry either. He sure seemed to enjoy what he was doing and man, he sure made The Neglected Dad feel like he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Then The Other Man shifted his body and dove down deep. He sucked The Neglected Dad’s prick so passionately. In response, The Neglected Dad made all kinds of noises encouraging The Other Man even more. That mouth worked swiftly, up and down. He must have known that The Neglected Dad wouldn’t last long if he did that, and he didn’t. The Other Man felt The Neglected Dad’s balls shrink up, pulling themselves tightly below his rock-hard tool. And there it was. The Neglected Dad started to squirt. It was one small burst at first. That gave The Other Man the signal to pull off him. He stroked The Neglected Dad’s cock to keep his cum shooting out. ‘He’s not a swallower’ The Neglected Dad noted. He sure wasn’t going to quibble about that now. He arched his back and let all that pent-up seed splatter all over the ground.

Feeling that hot mouth leave his dick, The Neglected Dad asked, “You don’t like the taste, I take it?” He chuckled as his cock continued to eject what was left in those balls of his.

“Sorry, man. Nothing personal. I..” The Other Man said.

The Neglected Dad waved him off and said, “Forget about it.” He pulled on his dick squeezing out the last few drops that lingered in his shaft, wiping himself clean. He licked whatever came out and savored the taste of his own cum.

Without another thought, The Neglected Dad was back down on his knees, eager to finish off The Other Man. A thought ran through his mind as he got ready. ‘Man, it’s been a long time since I tasted fresh seed.’ He wondered what The Other Man had down there in those hefty balls of his. It didn’t take too long to find out. The Neglected Dad pulled The Other Man closer, grabbing him by those firm ass cheeks. He didn’t want to free The Other Man from his grip until he finished what he was doing. He wanted to taste and remember the feeling of him in his mouth as he came.

The release wasn’t bucket-loads, not like The Neglected Dad’s had been. ‘He must get emptied more often than I do,’ The Neglected Dad thought. But he didn’t complain. He swallowed every last drop that he sucked out of The Other Man and kept sucking until finally, The Other Man pulled away, vibrating from overstimulation. The Neglected Dad saw him shiver as his cock slid out from between his lips.

“Thanks, man,” whispered The now emptied Other Man.

“You bet,” said The Neglected Dad with an odd grin on his face. “I appreciate it too, you know, the getting and the giving.” He smiled as he buttoned up his shirt and thought, ‘Much more than I thought I would.’

They hiked up their pants and brushed themselves off as best they could in the dark. Both men walked away heading back to their vehicles. At a fork in the path, they each took the opposite path.

As The Neglected Dad headed up the path back toward his car, he passed several men along the way. ‘They must have all gotten here in the last half hour or so,’ The Neglected Dad thought. ‘I’ll need to remember that timing.’ He chuckled at himself like he needed to plan this better.

As he walked along he kept seeing more and more men, some in pairs, some alone. There were several red glowing cigarettes signaling a waiting cocksucker. The single ones gave him a leering once over.

‘Man, these guys seem to be pretty determined to get off tonight, from the looks on those faces,’ he thought.

And then there the few cat calls growled at him in the dark. “Gonna suck my cock?” “You the guy?” “Take my load, man.” “Need sucked, Brother?”

That kind of thing always unnerved him. He hated the sound of taunting desperation. At least that’s what those men sounded like to him.

When he found where he parked his truck, the relieved Neglected Dad jumped in and headed home to the wife and kids, and a great night’s sleep.

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