This is chapter 3 of a multipart story featuring middle aged dads and college age sons, set in a time before DVD’s, DVR’s and the internet. All depicted characters are adult men, 18 years old or older.
Dad Time
“Brian? Is that you, buddy?”
“Yeah, dad, I’m home.”
I run down to the basement, and Dad’s in his chair, with an afghan and a pillow over his lap. A movie’s playing on the VCR - a porn movie, one of Skeet's, no doubt.
Dad looks up at me with a sheepish grin on his face. “Sorry, buddy, you caught me at a bad time.”
I keep my eyes on the TV screen. The porn playing shows two older guys, with a woman on her knees, taking turns stuffing their hard dicks into her mouth.
“You want to watch with me, buddy?”
I nod, and sit down on the couch. Dad’s across from me, so I get a good view of him and of the TV.
We’re watching quietly, very quiet, until Dad says, “You can help yourself out, Brian.”
I pull down my shorts. My dick is so hard right now I can’t even think about touching it or I’ll burst.
Dad moves the pillow out of the way so his dick flops up, and I let out a gasp. Dad is BIG and he’s thick too. It’s thick all the way up, like a fucking torpedo.
We’re pretending to watch the porn - at least I am, for Dad’s sake - but we’re watching each other more.
I’ve always had a bone on for my big, beefy dad - and hell, every other dad in the neighborhood. But seeing him here in front of me just makes my need for Dad more intense.
The porn movie ends and runs out of tape. We hear the clicking of the VCR as it ejects the tape.
Dad looks at me, clears his throat, and then says, real growly and low, “You can touch it, Bri.”
I’m off the couch before he even finishes the sentence, and on my knees between my dad’s thick tree trunk thighs, putting my hand all over his dick, grabbing it by the base and stroking up and down.
“Good grip, Brian, but your hand’s a little dry, we should grab some lube…..”
I don’t wait for that. I’m crazy with lust, lust for my dad, the taste of Mr. J in my mouth and the memory of everything I watched and saw and did already that morning, and instead of lube, I lean down and take my dad’s thick meat in my mouth.
He’s real quiet for a second and then he moans, so loudly it scares me a little.
“I can’t believe it…..my own son's mouth on me....fuck, Bri, you’re so good. Such a good fucking boy. You are SO good at this. I had no idea. Keep sucking, babe. Take daddy’s dick.”
Dad’s words ring in my ears and get me all worked up and hungry, I’m so fucking horny I feel like I might just explode. I can’t believe my big, strong dad has his fucking dick in my mouth. All I want to do is make him moan some more. I want to make him cum.
“Oh, Bri, you better slow down. Better pull your head off or…..Bri? I’m gonna cum, Brian. You….you want your old man’s cum?”
I nod with a mouthful of Dad and keep sucking, working my mouth, up and down.
“Holy fuck, sweet fucking Bri, I’m gonna….”
And then he roars, real loud, and I feel jets of cum, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven…..and gulp every last one down, every last drop, because I can’t fucking believe I got to taste my dad’s jizz.
I’m stunned, wide-eyed. Dad’s looking down at me with a big smile.
“Good boy, Brian.”
I slowly lift off my knees, giving Dad a shy smile, and go back over to the couch, my shorts still around my ankles, and I stroke.
“C’mon, champ. Show me what you can do.”
My brain is overwhelmed, but I think of the day I just had - seeing Mr. J in and out of his suit, watching Mr. J get pounded by Alfie and Eric, and tasting my own dad - and I stroke.
Dad stands up, his big drippy dick close to my face, and he strokes my face, running his fingers through my hair.
“Do it, champ, shoot it.”
I feel like I’m hallucinating. I hear a moan that turns into a low rumbling cry and I realize it’s me, my moan. I feel my balls tighten up and then I fucking blast. So hard.
“Damn, Brian!” Dad cries, still standing in front of me, as the first shot flies so high it hits Dad in the chest. I lose count of how many spurts come out of me.
Dad and I laugh, and I pull my shorts up. I remember Mr. J’s briefs are in my pocket, and gratefully take a washcloth from Dad when he offers me one.
“You okay, Bri? Was that all okay?”
I hug him. “Yeah, dad, that was hot. I’m glad we did it.”
He hugs me back, and I run upstairs.
RUMORS
I crashed hard after that long day. When I wake up, it’s after dinner, and Dad’s headed off to a job site. I can hear Skeet’s voice out on the street. He’s talking to Murph and Eric, telling them about Friday night at the FO.
The “FO” is an old building at the edge of our neighborhood. It used to be an old schoolhouse, then the Fraternal Order of Something or Another. Now it’s kinda abandoned, but the neighborhood dads keep it clean, use it as a little meeting place.
I throw on shorts and try to track down Skeet, who gets real nervous when he sees me.
“What’s this about the FO, Skeet?”
“Can’t tell you, Brian. It’s a private club.”
“I’m a college man now, Skeet, not some dumb brat. Why can’t you tell me?”
Skeet rolls his eyes, absentmindedly rubbing his furry gut.
“Listen, guys of a certain age need a place to be men, Brian. Someplace where they can have fun, relax, fill some needs. And it can be real dangerous out there in the big world to get those needs filled. It can even make you sick.”
“Okay, but….we’re in a little podunk town, not a big city.”
“Exactly, Brian,” he responds. “The guys here decided instead of taking a risk outside Hardwood Acres, we’d keep it….in house, so to speak.”
“What does THAT mean?” I ask, poking a finger into Skeet’s meaty chest.
“Shit, I’ve already said too much, Brian. Never mind. Pretend I said nothing.”
SHOW TIME
Friday night rolls around. I feel like the wicked stepbrother locked in the attic as most of the men in the neighborhood head to the FO.
I hear Evan Jensen and his dad talking as they walk by. Hmm...Mr. J will be there.
Whatever it is, it’s going to be busy. I see a few faces from the other streets of Hardwood Acres. It’s impossible not to hear Mr. Ciccio, his son Tony and his nephew Dominic.
“C’mon, Dominic, stop dragging ass! Tony, I can’t believe you insisted this stunad join us for this! I’m nervous enough already!”
I could see and hear Tony laughing. “Relax, Pops, it’s gonna be a great night. You gotta relax anyway, you’re gonna get….”
“Not here, Tony! Schoombari!”
Mr. Ciccio is getting what, exactly? What the hell was happening?
I waited until a little closer to 8 and headed to the FO, on the other side of the baseball field. It was almost dark outside, and I had on a long sleeve black shirt and long black pajama pants.
Once I could hear noise inside, and knew the party was on, I walked around the side and back of the building until I found what I was looking for: a set of little wood chunks we attached years ago near a vertical drain pipe. I scaled those like a little ladder - the last one almost snapped off, but I cleared it and hoisted myself toward the door, which opened into the attic space.
Crossing my fingers that the last piece of my plan is still intact - and…..yes, it was! There was still a loose board in that space, and when I removed it, it was a perfect way to lay on the floor and watch the proceedings.
Skeet arrives and taps a glass with a spoon to get everyone's attention. Strangely enough, he’s got a shirt on, maybe the first time I’ve ever seen him wear one.
I can’t hear all of what he says but he’s talking about a game and something about stopping when the music stops.
The room goes kinda dark for a few minutes and when the lights are back up, I stifle a gasp at what I see.
I see….the dads of Hardwood Acres. Twelve of them in a big oval space on an elevated stage in the middle of the room. All on their backs. All blindfolded.
All the dads. Well, almost all of them. There’s Eric’s dad, there’s Mr. J and Mr. Ciccio.
There’s my dad.
Skeet lays down and joins them.
Murph and Alfie’s dad isn’t there…..I wonder why?
The music blasts and another group of guys come in and walk in a circle around the men on the floor.
The music abruptly stops, and the lights come up.
I’m in shock as I finally understand what’s happening.
The dads of Hardwood Acres are all about to get fucked by the sons of Hardwood Acres.
My dad’s got Tony Ciccio between his legs. Mr. J has cousin Dominic.
Alfie’s in front of Dan Stepanovich, Eric’s dad. I’m trying to imagine Alfie winning a battle of wits with Officer Stephanovich.
But Officer Dan spreads his legs wide open, and I watch as Alfie dives down and starts eating Dan’s hole.
I’m so confused.
And so hard.
Mr. Ciccio's getting fingered by Evan Jansen. Shit, even Sweater Nerd Evan is there with the taller guys.
Murph is already inside Skeet’s hole, pumping away. Tony’s got Dad moaning with his fingers inside Dad.
But my attention goes to Mr. J and cousin Dominic.
Dom looked like a confused, lost oaf out on the street, but in this space, he’s an alpha, demanding attention. His long shaggy black hair falls on his shoulders as sweat glistens all over his tight, muscled torso.
And damn, he’s hung. He’s big and thick, at least nine inches of throbbing, fuckable fury between his legs, and Mr. J’s gonna get it, deep, hard and rough.
Once Dom starts, Mr. J does get it, deep, hard and rough, and he loves it. Dom and Mr. J’s show eggs on the other younger guys to pick up the pace.
Alfie kisses his biceps as he fucks Officer Dan, who scowls at him and complains. “C’mon, man, just ride my ass!”
I hear moaning and I can tell from memory, it’s my dad.
I see Dad’s big dick shooting and realize that Tony fucked a load out of him. A few seconds later, I hear Tony moaning as he blasts in Dad’s ass.
That triggers Alfie and Officer Dan, and as soon as Dan feels Alfie shooting deep in his guts, he cums all over his hairy belly and barrel chest.
Evan and Mr. Ciccio are both on their side, and that makes it really easy for me to see Evan fucking the load out of Pietro Ciccio's thick uncut dick.
A few of the others follow. It takes Skeet a while to cum, but when Murph leans over and kisses him, pinching his nipples, Skeet gets his nut.
Dom is pounding Mr. J so hard, his face is contorted as if he’s bench pressing. Mr. J is blissed out, getting the power fuck of his life.
I wonder what Mr. J would look like if Dom was fucking him in one of his suits, tearing a hole in the seat of his pants so that thick angry dick would have access.
Dom’s pulling out and slamming back in, tormenting Mr. J’s hole, and Mr. J’s gone feral, begging for Dom’s dick, Dom’s load, calling him sir, begging for release.
Dom slams home one more time, makes some loud grunting sounds, and cums inside Mr. J. Even up in the attic loft space, I can see the blissful look on Mr. J’s face as his own cum splashes all over his belly. I've got a twinge of jealousy, wishing I was there to lick it up.
I wait until the guys shuffle out of the FO before climbing down.
When I get home, I jack down my pajama pants and stroke one out, cumming super quick all over my belly, knowing this will be a night where I have to jack off two, three, four times to come close to scratching the itch.
Things keep getting weirder and weirder in Hardwood Acres, like one of those late night mystery TV shows I’ve been watching all summer.
Why are all the dads of Hardwood Acres bottoms? If this wasn’t the first time, how long has this been going on?
And if all the neighborhood dads are just like me - who am I going to get to pop my cherry and fuck me the first time? Why am I never included?
I don’t want to be the nerd that goes to campus a virgin. Or the one excluded from all the action at home. What the fuck was happening?
