My dad's boss

I was sixteen and worked part time at a local grocery store stocking shelves and delivering groceries. It was the summer of 1973. Long before cellphones, computers and social media. However, social was my middle name. I worked twenty to thirty hours each week at our Kroger grocery store.

My dad was my hero. He was retired military and worked at family owned construction company. He raised me on his own and would do anything for me. My mom passed away when I was twelve years old due to cancer. My whole life revolved around this man. He taught me to drive a tractor, a straight shift pickup truck and whatever I needed for school, sports, etc…he made sure I had it.

One day I was at work stocking shelves when the assistant manager came to find me. He told me my dad fell off a roof of a home they were building. He wasn’t hurt too bad…but was going to be laid up for a while. My dad dislocated his shoulder and broke his leg. He was in the hospital for four days. By the time we got him home I became cook and caregiver.

I helped my dad wash off in the sink a couple of days and by the third day I told him he was getting a shower. I helped him undress and got him in the shower. I was use to seeing my dad naked…hell, we even showered together from time to time. My dad was six four, muscular and jet black hair. His chest was very hairy and to be honest…I loved seeing him on the tractor with his shirt off. The second night after his shower I told dad to just wear underwear. I helped him get his white fruit of the loom briefs over his cast. His cock just filled out the pouch. I adjusted him and he winked at me…bent over and kissed my forehead. He told me he loved me and really liked how I was taking care of him.

That night I got him to the couch and propped him up with a couple of pillows. As we watched television I fixed us a bowel of cherry ice cream. Cherry was his favorite flavor. He managed to use the spoon using his good arm. He dropped a spoon full on his chest…. I lend over and sucked it off his chest. He said it was cold. Fuck…it tasted even better after it had been on his body. When I got him in bed…. . I told him I would go by work tomorrow and pick up his check. I kissed him good night and went to my bedroom across the hall. With the doors open I could see his bed and he could see me laying in my bed. He always kept my bed positioned like that when I was younger. For the first year after my mom passed I slept with him. Many mornings he woke up with his briefs full and I later leaned it was called a morning wood or a piss hardon.

The next day after I worked four hours at Krogers. I went to the construction yard to get my dad’s check. The boss has always been friendly. Mr. Beck called me back to his office. He had a bottle of PBR on his desk. He stood up to give me a friendly bear hug. Mr. Beck was an Italian immigrant. Dark complexion and muscles busting out his sleeveless shirt. He wore a single gold chain that got lost in his hairy chest.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill and stuffed it in my pocket. Said to use it for gas or a burger at A&W. I’ve known for a few years I liked men. I also knew green men reminded me of my dad …. boys my age didn’t interest me. Mr. Beck asked how my dad was. I told him I was taking care of him. Chores were done and laundry wasn’t too bad since I had slept many nights in his bed. Mr. Beck grinned and said my dad was a lucky man to have me caring for him.

Just in passing I let the words roll off my tongue…. sir, I’d help you if you needed it. He’s been good to my dad and our family especially when my mom was sick. After another hug…this time I held on to him and said, honest sir…I am more than happy to help you any way. At that moment I felt his beefy hand cup my ass. I leaned in closer to his neck and whispered…. you know…I’m not moving unless you make me. At that time Mr. Beck found my mouth and kissed me. He walked over to the door, locked it and started pulling his shirt off. He raised his arm and positioned my face in his armpit. Damn…he smelled so good. He unzipped my jeans and swallowed my dripping cock. I could feel his warm mouth and just about shot my load immediately. He tuned me around and gently spread my ass and his tongue found my hole. I have touched my hole many times in the shower and I’ve always wanted my dad to fuck me…. but to no avail.

Mr. Beck told me to get on my knees. His fat uncut cock was amazing. Smelled good and tasted even better.

He used his finger to unhinge my jaw and he rested his fat cock on my tongue. He held my head in his hands and slowly pushed back to my throat. I loved how heavy his cock was. I had held my dads cock before…but dads cock was never this hard and dripping precum.

Mr. Beck told me to sit on his lap. His cock pushed up between my legs and my heavy balls. I placed my arms around his neck. I leaned against his ear…licked it and said please fuck me. I’ve never been fucked before but I was ready. He walked to his desk…. finished his beer and got in the drawer and found a tiny bottle of oil. He fingered my hole while he cupped my balls. He leaned me back and stuffed 2 fingers in my ass and sucked my cock. I shot immediately and he swallowed every single drop. He put my legs over his shoulders and lined up his pecker and took my boy pussy.

It felt like my ass was on fire…. but a good five minutes later he was balls deep in my ass. Damn …it was amazing. I knew I wanted to be fucked…. but had no earthly idea it would be this great. He looked how at me and said I was nice and tight. Told me he didn’t want to rush things and make it good for me. While he was fucking me and kept thinking about how I wanted my dad to use my ass.

Mr. Beck sped up and was banging my ass hard. Hell…his balls slapped against my ass. He grunted like a wild man and he flooded my ass. He kissed me and told me…he would like to fuck me again. He said sure thing.

After we got dressed he reached in his desk drawer and put another hundred dollars in my dad’s envelope’s. When I got home my dad was on the phone. I figured out he was talking to Mr. Beck. I sat on the couch beside my dad and handed him the two envelopes. After he hung up the rotary phone he looked at me with a puzzled look. He said Mr. Beck was very impressed how grown up I was. I told him Mr. Beck was very friendly and a guy liked to work for. My dad said he liked that idea.

Later that night my dad asked me about the extra money in his envelope. I told him Mr. Beck was just being generous. My dad told me…. if I wanted to help out then go ahead and work for Mr. Beck. That night as I was washing my dad I let my hand linger on his cock. Dad didn’t say stop…in fact he said my soapy hand felt good. I leaned over and took my dad in my mouth. His hand reached around my ass and a finger found my hole. Dad pulled his hand away and smelled his finger. I was slowly working his cock in my mouth. I figure my dad could tell my ass had been fucked earlier that day. He didn’t say anything…. after he filled my mouth with his cum I knew I liked my dads cum better than Mr. Becks. Maybe I’ll be able to get Mr. Beck to fuck me soon while I’m sucking my dad. As we got ready for bed I snuggled next to my dad. He rubbed my shoulders and asked…. son, Mr. Beck likes you…now I realize why. The next comment made me realize my dad cares about me more than I can imagine. He placed his finger under my chin and looked me in the eye. My dad said, son, he didn’t force you or hurt you did he. I said, no daddy …. he just did exactly what I’ve been wanting. In addition I said…but daddy, I’d much rather it be you fucking my boy pussy. He looked puzzled at first. Was I in trouble, did I cross the line?Dad kissed me and told me as long as I didn’t tell anyone we can take care of exactly what I needed.

I fell asleep that night beside my dad.

The next day Mr. Beck stopped by with a six pack of beer and some pretzels. The three of us watched the Cubs and Indians baseball game. By the third inning I was on my knees with two phenomenal cocks in front of me. Mr. Beck fingered my ass while I sucked my dads cock. The three of us fucked and sucked each other for three years plus until I moved off to college. I loved it when my dad and Mr. Beck would drive to Nashville and visit me when I was at Vanderbilt. I was very happy to have two men to take care of me. When I had a cock in my mouth and the other one said…damn,,, it’s he a great cocksucker. I knew they loved the attention I showed them.