Helping Out

“Yo, where’s Dad?” I asked my mom. She was in the kitchen working on her Instagram account.

“How the fuck should I know,” she mumbled without looking up from her page of food photos. “Try the basement.”

Something changed between my parents. It used to be they spent their evening together. Now, the only time they were in the same room was when my mom was throwing some shindig or coaching him on who he should be schmoozing for the sake of her food blog.

Dad was a simple guy. He didn’t care for none of that shit. He was a carpenter that specialized in building custom cabinets and restoring furniture. He was a master at work with hides, and customers from all over sought him out to reupholster their leather chairs. During the day he worked out of his workshop on Eaton Street. Sometimes he even spent evenings there, but he also had a tidy setup in our basement where he worked on his own projects.

Dad didn’t like to be disturbed, and he really hated when my brothers and I got into it, so I wasn’t that keen on going into the basement, but I need his signature to show that I was still on his insurance though I was eighteen.

Quietly, I opened the door to the basement and tiptoed down the stairway as silently as possible. After going down a few steps, I carefully closed the door behind me to keep any noise from disturbing him.

Halfway down the stairs, I heard a squeak, squeak, squeaking sound. I thought Dad might be polishing something. The basement was mostly dark. The only light was the light about the workbench Dad had built along one wall of the basement. The light was on a dimmer, and Dad had it turned down low.

I was two steps away from the floor of the basement when I saw what was making that speaking noise. Dad was in his own wooden working chair. There was spring under the seat, so you lean back in. Dad was leaning back and forth making the chair squeal. It took me a minute to realize what he was doing. My eyes popped wide when I saw the shadow of his hand gliding up and down what could only be his boner. Dad was jacking off! I was shocked. I never before thought about my dad having his needs met like that.

Silently, I stepped on the floor and made my way closer to him. From the last step, I could only see the shadow of his hand sliding up and down his dick. I moved closer so I could get a better look.

I saw that his eyes were closed, so I moved even closer until I could see for real, his fist moving up and down his hard cock glistening in the soft light from the Vaseline nearby.

Wow, Dad had a nice cock. It was maybe an inch longer than mind and clearly thicker. I rubbed my crotch to comfort my growing cock. If was my mom, I wouldn’t be upstairs looking online. I’d be on my knees slurping his tasty-looking rod.

He had his trousers and briefs down around his ankles. I saw his nutsac bouncing up and down as he stroked his raging cock. Mesmerized, I watched until he exploded. A thick wad of heavy cream burst from the tip of his dick. It flew up a few inches before arching and falling back onto him and his shirt.

I didn’t know what to do. Should I sneak back upstairs before he opened his eyes and saw me, or should I stay?

Dad didn’t notice I was staring at his half naked body until he wiped up his spooge.

“Ha! Spying on your old man, huh?” he grunted.

“You were beating off, Dad,” I gasped.

“And the Pope is Catholic,” he shot back, grabbing a paper towel to wipe off the excess grease. “Of course, I was beating off. Guys beat off, son.”

“Yeah, but,” I lost my train of thought.

“Well, get used to it. It’s all I got! The downside of marrying your high school sweetheart! Her fucking snatch dried up, and she doesn’t want me anywhere near it. I got her all kinds of lubes, but all she tells me is that they don’t feel good. And she never was one to give a decent blowjob!

“I sure miss a nice tight, wet hole, son. Listen. Be sure to fuck a whole lot while you can. You’ll be in your fifties before you know it, and if your future wife is like half these whores out here their hot to trot for a cock but when the ride is over for them it’s over for them. Even if you find one game to fuck, her snatch will still be dry and scratchy. Nothing like it was when you first got it. Hell, I’d settle for what it was like seven years ago. I don’t care.”

I wasn’t used to hearing Dad talk like this. I felt sorry for him and I wanted to help him out. A nice dick like that deserved more than just a hand job. A shy boy, I’d never actually sucked dick or someone to plow my ass, but I’ve seen enough in the locker room bathroom not to be curious as to how things go.

Dad finished wiping up his cum wad and leaned back again in his chair. “That was a relief,” he said, jostling his cock and balls. He looked at me. “I bet you beat off every day?”

I blushed and nodded.

“Figures,” he snorted. “Just like your old man. Even with your mom and my other girlfriend taking care of me twice a day back then, I still had enough it the barrel to take on two solo projects. School was the fucking worst. I had a perpetual hard-on even after I unloaded. If this world was mine, I’d fuck pussy all day everyday. Man, do I ever miss that. I’d go find me another woman who still likes it, but I think your mom would take it out on all of you if I did. I don’t know why. If she won’t put out, why should she care if I find a cunt that will?” Dad shook his head and looked at me as if he wanted me to agree with him.

“Uh, Dad,” I mumbled. I wanted to say something about me having a mouth, wanting to try sucking a dick. I wanted to say something about me having another hole, wanting to know what it was like to get plowed by a dick. I mean, I saw how the guys piled on the queers calling them names, especially Rucker, but he looked so smug after taking all their loads that I was a bit curious.

“What is it?” Dad said, glancing down at my swollen crotch. “You need to blow a load, too, son? It’s okay if you do. I say since you watched my show it is only fair you let me catch yours. I caught my old man jack off like you did me, the only difference he made me join him to even the score.”

“You did?”

“Sure did. We were out camping on Lake Powell and one night I just got so horny that I just had to whip it out. We’d gone to bed in our sleeping bags, and I hadn’t beaten off in like two days. I thought my old man was asleep, but soon after I started jerking off, he hauled his cock out too. He even turned the lamp on so we could watch each other.”

Dad’s cock stiffened again. He played with his nuts with one had and caressed his shaft with the other as he talked. When I unzipped my fly, Dad reached out and pushed my pants down. “My dick shot up.”

“Nice,” Dad said, feeling my nuts and hard dick. “Too bad women don’t get what we men need.”

“Dad,” I said. “Uh…can I try?”

“Try what, son?” Dad asked knowing the answer, but he was wise enough to let me cross that bridge on my own.

“Try…ah…try sucking you off, if you don’t mind.” I shook with fear.

Dad looked into my eyes for a long time. I saw him take a gulp before he slowly leaned back, pushed his cock forward and breathed, “Only if you really want to, son.”

I was down on my knees in an instant. I crawled between his legs and began feeling his hairy balls and swollen cock. Dad put his hands behind my head and let me take control.

“Sometimes us men have to help each other out when we know we’re in need,” Dad moaned. “Nothing wrong with that.”

After caressing every inch of his cock and playing with his long foreskin, I pressed my tongue against his shaft and licked the entire length. I quickly thought about Rucker on his knees and became him, instantly thinking about him in front of my other schoolmate named Grant and Rucker running his tongue all over Grant’s fat cock. I could taste the dried cum. It wasn’t what I expected, but I popped the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked it like it was mother’s milk. Dad let out a moan.

“Nice,” he groaned. “Real nice, son. Go for it. I haven’t had a real blow job since forever!”

As I sucked my dad, he tousled my hair, running his hand through it and then clasping it while he held my head as he thrust his cock deep down my throat.

“Oh yeah! That’s a fucking nice wet hole.”

I pumped my dick while I sucked Dad. Wow, it was even better than I imagined. It was much better jerking off with Dad’s cock in my mouth compared to jacking off by myself in my bedroom. No wonder Rucker sucked everybody’s cock.

Dad’s cock got real juicy as I slurped his seeping cock. I was enjoying it for a good long while before I felt my butthole itch. The more I sucked his cock, the more I wondered what it would feel like to have his cock plugging my hole.

I pulled my mouth off his cock, and then he looked at me disappointingly. “What? Can’t go the distance?”

I wiped my mouth and chuckled. “You know how you said us guys need to help each other?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I got an itch in my butt that I can’t scratch and I think it needs to be tended to with some special cream.”

His eyes lit up. “Some of my special cream, eh? You sure?”

I nodded. He smiled.

I wanted badly to ask Dad if he ever fucked a guy in his ass before. Though I couldn’t bring myself to it, I could only imagine so the amount of times he said he needed to get off. I bet when Mom or his other girlfriend wasn’t available, there was a guy like Rucker the locker room of his high school waiting to take his load without anyone being any the wiser.

Dad pulled me up to standing and stripped me of all my clothes. He turned me around so my ass was to him.

“The thing about fucking ass, son,” Dad said as if he did it all the time, answering my question, “is to get it nice and slick. Assholes are much tighter than pussies, son.” He reached for some more Vaseline and began coating my hole with it, pushing his finger inside to get my virgin hole well lubricated. “You got to play with them, get them warmed and ready for a hard cock. You want to make sure the guy you’re fucking is having as good a time as you are,” Dad said, putting me in the mind of Rucker talking to his future son about these matters. It never occurred to me that Dad was such a sex expert.

With my butthole warm and slick, Dad pulled my ass into his lap. He lifted my legs and set the on the leather upholstered arm chair. I felt my virgin hole rubbing against his hard cockhead.

“Oh, yeah!” Dad moaned as he pushed in popping my cherry. It burned as Dad stretched it wide open. The burning didn’t last long, or my attention didn’t stay with it. Once Dad had his head burned pass my assring, he reached around and grabbed my cock with his greased hands.

“Here we go,” Dad groaned. “Enjoy the ride!”

Dad started out nice and slow. The feel of his cock as it filled me up and made me gasp. Dad’s fingers felt fantastic. I’d never felt anything like it on my cock. He was a pro at jacking off. I guess with Mom being on the fritz, Dad had lots of experience working his cock.

Dad gradually quickened his thoughts. He gauged how hard I could take his cock by the way my assring reacted to his penetration. He coaxed my ass to take it harder by clenching my ass cheeks and slapping them. He even slapped my hole when he pulled his cock all the way out.

It wasn’t long before I was bouncing up and down on my own, fucking Dad’s pole as hard as he thrust his hips up.

“Yeah, boy! Your old man don’t need pussy anymore. I’ve got me some fine boy hole here! Yeah. You dad is going blow his cream in you, son. You ready to cure that itch, boy? You ready for it? You ready for your dad’s baby batter?” Dad yelled.

“Yeah, Dad! Do it, Dad! Fill my fucking hole, Dad!” I wailed.

I felt Dad buck three times. His cock reached all the way inside my guts and fired. His hot spunk hosed my insides. I exploded too in Dad’s fist. My cum coated his fingers. Dad’s bucking stopped, and as he culled down, he rubbed his cummy hand over my face. I lapped up my cum load as my cock softened.

My legs were tired. I had to get off the chair. Dad’s cock plopped out of me with a loud, wet pop.

“Jesus, I wasn’t expecting that,” Dad said. He smiled at me as he wiped his spent cock with another paper towel. “You okay with this, son? You want to do this again sometime?”

“Yeah…sure,” I grinned, trying not to trip over my words. “Let me be your wet hole, Dad.” Dad shoved a finger into my hole and winked. “I’ll fill this hole up as often as you want, son,” he pulled his finger out and tasted his cum.

I felt so drained. It took a few minutes for my head to clear. Dad heard me laughing to myself as I dressed.

“What’s funny, son?” Dad asked grinning.

“Dad, I’m kinda glad Mom’s snatch as dried up,” I stated.

Dad grinned widened. “Yeah, I guess it worked out for the best,” he said with a wink.