This is Part One of an ongoing series. Setting: somewhere in the years before DVD's and Blu-Ray became a thing......
It was a long hot summer, that summer before we went off to college.
Murph and Eric and me, we all graduated at the end of May, and while we all had jobs, none of us got a lot of hours. Even though we were all 18, none of the bars would hire us, so we did stupid shit for 10 or 15 hours a week. Murph was a lifeguard, I worked hauling produce to farm stands, and Eric worked at some mall store that sold clothes for dudes.
Mostly, we just hung out at one of our houses, playing Atari, trying to get Murph’s big brother Alfie, who was old enough to go to bars, to get us a few beers. Sometimes we’d watch whatever random terrible shit was on TV - game shows, horror movies, soap operas. None of our parents had the fancy cable package.
Usually I’d see our next door neighbor Skeet. Skeet was a big burly dude around my dad’s age. He owned several businesses around town. I knew he had a convenience store and a fast food joint.
He was weird but also kinda hot in his weirdness. He didn’t often wear a shirt in summertime, and even though he was kinda obnoxious, I’d also sometimes get chubbed up when I saw him out on the lawn, shirtless, a layer of fuzz covering his chest and belly, walking around in his boxers.
I ran into Skeet early that summer, in his boxers as usual, with some VHS tapes in his hands.
“Those are from my rental shop,” he said, as one of them fell out of his hands.
Before he could protest, I picked up the tape. Insatiable Slutbangers, the label said.
“Shoot, was that porn?” I asked. Skeet grabbed the tape from me quickly. “Your dad’ll have my hide if he knew you saw that,” he said. “And anyway, that one’s for Mr. Murphy.”
My brain fried at that moment, thinking about Murph’s hairy black Irish dad spanking it to a porn video. Murph’s dad was a constant in my spank bank. He coached softball, a muscular guy with a layer of husky thickness on top. He had a receding hairline up top, and so much black hair on his body, especially on his forearms, I threw serious bone every time I saw him.
A while later I saw Eric and told him about Skeet and the videotape, and Murph’s dad. Eric wasn’t surprised.
“You didn’t know, Brian? Skeet owns the dirty bookstore on Highway 43. He’s got a little borrowing library going.”
“What?”
“Yeah, he brings a few of our dads stuff. I mean, can you imagine any of our dads going to one of those places? Mom would go ballistic.”
Eric had a point, I guess.
“My dad has ‘em down in our basement.” Eric’s dad was a plumber, always in uniform. “Your dad probably has ‘em, too. Even Evan Jensen’s dad gets ‘em.”
Evan Jensen was a sweater vest wearing rich brat who always looked like he sucked on a lemon. His dad was an asshole, but fuck, he was a hot asshole. Tall guy with news anchor hair, custom suits, shiny Italian leather shoes. As much as I hated to admit it, Mr. Jensen was in my spank bank too.
I walked home, surprised at what Eric said. Probably didn’t make much of a difference for my buddies, or their dads - they were all straight guys watching videos of chicks. But I liked dudes, and none of them knew it. I was real nervous what might happen if they figured it out.
I went home and looked around in our basement. Sure enough, there was a hidden VHS tape in the TV cabinet.
Gangbang At Noon, the label said. I put the tape in the VCR and watched as the blurry screen lit up.
A room full of men, around the age of all our neighborhood dads, were lined up, stroking, while a woman knelt in front of two of the men. Each or her hands were wrapped around a long, veiny dick.
When she stood up, the big gray haired guy lubed up his cock and started fucking her in the ass.
I started feeling a little dizzy and sat down on the couch, trying to think of something else, but all I could think about was Dad watching this. My big tall dad in his flannel shirt and jeans and work boots, coming home after a long day, stripping down to his open fly boxers.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Dad stripped down, his big feet far apart, his thick thighs wide open. I wanted so much to know what Dad looked like between his legs, what he tasted like, the scent of his balls, what kind of noises he made when he cums.
To know Dad jerked off in this very basement was too much. I pulled down my Ocean Pacific shorts, so chubbed up I knew I wouldn’t last for long. I wrapped my hands around my thick cock, stroking, up and down, up and down.
I thought of shirtless Skeet walking into our basement, handing Dad a new video, and getting to watch it with him. Skeet standing there with his hand on my shoulder while Dad reached down to unzip his jeans and…..
BAM. I shot onto my face, in my hair, onto the back of the couch. I felt like I was never, ever going to stop cumming.
SLAM. I could hear a car door slam shut outside. Oh, shit, Dad was home. Time to clean up, and hide the tape. Seconds ticked by as I waited for the VCR to spit out the tape so I could put it back. I jocked up my shorts and hoped I wouldn’t have a big wet stain in the front.
As Dad shuffled inside and kicked off his boots, I thought about what I needed to do. I definitely had to find out more about Skeet’s tapes, and find out more about what Eric, Murph, Alfie and Evan knew about those tapes.
And more than anything, I wanted to know what all the neighborhood dads - including my own - were up to….
