Late Night At Dad's - Part 4 By Zane McGuire zanemcguire@gmail.com
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"Son of a bitch." He angrily undid his belt buckle and unsnapped his pants, dropping them around his ankles. He was wearing a pair of tight white briefs, which clung to his hips like a second skin. He placed his hands in the waistband and started to slide them down.
"Wait," I said, stopping him. "Let me."
I dropped to my knees and placed my hands on his hips. Gazing up at him, I smiled slightly and began to pull them down.
"I ain't gay," Cisco insisted.
I nodded sincerely. "I believe you." As I pulled his briefs down, his massive cock slowly came out of hiding. First, I saw his dense bush, followed by inch after tantalizing inch of caramel-colored goodness. Finally, his schlong slipped free of its bondage and bounced steadily in front of me.
It was long, with a left-leaning tilt. He was uncut, with a dewy dollop of pre-cum sitting precariously on the tip.
"Fuck," Cisco spat. "Okay, you got it out, you see it's hard, you win. Now what?" I smiled and wrapped my hand around it. His mouth opened slightly and the tiniest gasp escaped. "Hey, you said no touching!"
"For the bet. The bet's over." I slowly began sliding my hand back and forth along his shaft. "Want me to stop?" He had the most intense expression on his face. His eyes had grown dark as he stared down at me, his face flushed red. I couldn't even begin to imagine the thoughts going through his head. And yet, he left my question unanswered, which of course was an answer in itself.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I saw Jake standing behind me, radiating concern and confusion. "Buddy... this is too much. You're crossing a line."
"Relax, Dad," I said, reaching my hand for his bulge. Just as I was about to grab a handful, he grasped my wrist.
"Don't."
"Come on, Dad, it's not like I haven't seen your big hard cock before."
"What?" Cisco exclaimed. "Is that true, Jake?"
"Buddy..." Jake hissed, "Stop it! I mean it."
"It's true," I continued, unphased by my stepfather's warnings. "I've seen him hard. Seen him naked. Seen him cum. Fuck, I TASTED his cum. Haven't I, Dad?"
His grip tightened on my wrist. I knew I was betraying his trust, but I was taking a gamble, one I was sure was about to payoff.
"That's fucking crazy," Cisco said, but a smile had crossed his face. "You're insane, dude."
Jake looked at his friend with a mixture of shock and relief. He hadn't freaked out; in fact, he seemed mildly amused by the idea, which Jake was clearly not expecting. He released my wrist.
"That's not even the half of it, Cisco," I continued, emboldened. "You think MY cock is huge? You should see Dad's!"
"It's... it's not that big..." Jake stammered, unsettled.
"Take it out, man," Cisco whispered. "Let's see which of you is bigger."
"Yeah, Dad," I said with a wicked smile. "Let's compare."
Jake swallowed hard, watching me stroking his friend's big cock. After a few seconds, he reached up and grabbed the zipper on the front of his uniform. "Can't believe I'm doing this," he said.
"Do it, Dad. Show Cisco that massive cock."
"Yeah," Cisco said. "Always wanted to see it."
"You have?" Jake said, slipping out of his shirt. "You never said."
"You never offered."
"See?" I said. "That's what I do... bringing friends together in new and unexpected ways."
Cisco chuckled. "You are dumb."
"Young, dumb and full of cum." I winked playfully at him. "Right, Dad?"
"We'll see," was all Jake could manage. He was still trying to figure out the dynamics of what was happening, but I knew he was well on his way to relaxing. He reached down and loosened his belt and unsnapped his pants. He paused. "Fuck, Cisco, are you sure?"
"Yeah, buddy. Show it off."
Jake shook his head and exhaled. "Here goes nothing." Shaking his head in bewilderment, he let his pants fall to the floor. He stood before us in a pair of loose boxers, but the tent that was building in them was obvious.
Cisco let out an appreciative whistle. "Damn, Jake..."
"See?" I said proudly. "Told you."
"Okay, okay," Jake said, shyly holding his hands over his bulge. "Now I feel stupid."
"You got nothing to feel stupid about, man," Cisco reassured him. "Nothing more going on here than a few guys showing off what the good lord blessed them with. Right, Buddy?" He winked at me. I nodded my agreement. Cisco was good; I could learn a lot from him, apparently.
"Well... okay then," Jake said, putting his hands in his waistband.
"No, wait," Cisco said. "Let your boy do it, like he did mine." There was a sparkle in his eyes as he made the suggestion.
"Good idea," I said, standing in front of Jake and replacing his hands with my own. His body tremored every so slightly as my fingertips brushed the bare skin of his hips.
"You've opened up quite a can of worms," he whispered to me, his face a mere three inches from mine. "And make no mistake, we WILL be discussing this tomorrow."
"It'll be worth it," I whispered back.
"Come on, what's the hold up?" I turned to see Cisco slowly stroking his cock as he watched us. He'd certainly given up the pretense quickly.
"Just waiting for dear old Dad here to give me permission," I said, grinning at Cisco. I turned back to face Jake. Staring deeply into his eyes, I licked my lips and said "well, Dad? Tell me what you want me to do."
"Yeah..." I heard Cisco moan behind me.
Jake bit his lip for a second, never breaking our gaze. Finally he exhaled slightly and said "Take 'em down, Buddy. Show Cisco what he wants to see."
"You heard the man," I said to Cisco. "Here we go..."
I knelt down and began to tug his shorts down. Slowly, the wide expanse of his pubic hair came into view, and then slowly, inch by hard inch of his cock pressed against the waistband of his shorts until I got to the red, swollen head. Everyone held their breath as I gave one last gentle tug, releasing Jake's massive, hard, hairy cock. It bounced free with the force of a spring, slapping hard against his fuzzy abdomen before settling before my face.
"Holy SHIT!" Cisco exclaimed, increasing the intensity of his stroking. "Damn, Jake, you are HUNG, buddy!"
"Thanks," Jake responded. "Not so bad yourself if you don't mind me saying so."
Cisco smiled warmly. "I don't mind at all, buddy. Not at all."
I stood up, forming the third point of a triangle. The three of us stood there, our pants gathered around our ankles, slowly stroking our cocks, gazing up and down each others' hard bodies. We did this for a few minutes, one of us moaning slightly, the other exhaling, someone else whispering "fuck yeah."
As we did this, we slowly walked toward each other until within a few moments, the three of us were in a tight circle, our cocks within inches of each others'. I felt a hand on my shoulder and realized Cisco was staring at me. His deep brown eyes were hooded and filled with a raw sexual passion that he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to. I turned to my left and there was Jake, staring just as hungrily at me, his bottom lip quivering slightly. There was the scent of sex and beer on the air as our hands began to explore each others' bodies freely.
I turned slightly to face Jake and as I did, I felt Cisco's hands wrap around my waist, rubbing along my flat stomach and down into my pubes. His calloused hand wrapped around my swollen prick as the other one roughly pinched my nipple. I threw my head back and gasped as a jolt of electricity flowed through me, and I felt his warm, full lips close along my neck. As my eyes flew open, I saw Jake kneeling down before me. His hands ran up and down my legs as he gazed up at me.
I felt Cisco break his kiss from my neck and look down over my shoulder. "Yeah, Jake," he said, "You gonna suck your boy's cock?"
"I think I just might..."
TO BE CONTINUED...