What I Saw 5
Sorry this has taken so long-things got busy...hope you like it- as usual-let me know what you think-appreciation keeps me inspired. Warnings apply-this is fiction and don't read it if you shouldn't.
I barely made it home from my glory hole encounter-My head was fogged with guilt, lust and cum. I had for the first time been a participant as opposed to just an observer and now I didn't know what to do. I rushed upstairs into my room avoiding my parents and brother in the den. I quickly pulled off my soiled clothes and went into the bathroom with just a towel around my waist. I turned on the shower and jumped in while it was still cold. The cliche is true-cold showers do shrink erections. The shower warmed up and I cleaned up thoroughly. I went back to my room dressed in some sweat shorts and a clean white t-shirt and layed on my bed lost in thought. I really couldn't believe what had happened over the past few days-I had witnessed some of the hottest sex imaginable and had actually, in a limited way, participated. As I reviewed these scenes my dick began to tent my shorts-God I had to stop-I willed myself to roll over and concentrate on something else-I have a excellent memory and began reciting the batting line up for the Boston Red Sox as a way to focus. I soon drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up it was getting dark and I felt groggy and a bit disoriented. I sleepily made my way downstairs and looked for my family-the lights were on but there was nobody there. A note on the fridge said that my Mom and older brother had gone to the mall and my Dad was at the grocery store picking some things up. Great alone and forgotten...
I decided to go sit on the deck out back and do some thinking. I had just settled into a lounge chair when I heard my Father's car pull up. I was about to get up and go say hi when I heard him talking to someone as he got out of the car. I couldn't make out the words but the other voice sounded familiar. It sounded like my friend Shane-he lived down the block and we hung out occasionally. I then distinctly heard my Dad say "No ones around we've got the house to ourselves for at least an hour or so." My curiosity peaked I slid into the kitchen and slipped into the study, closing the door almost closed. I could view the living room and dinning room through the crack I left open. I had that feeling again-but it couldn't be possible-my Dad!! And Shane. Not that sexual thoughts about Shane hadn't filled my head before, he was hot-he was just eighteen and had a sort brush haircut. He was about five foot six and pretty muscular. He had this amazing bubble ass-it looked great in everything he wore and I often couldn't keep my eyes off of it.
If my feeling was accurate and I was going to see something go on I couldn't say I could blame Shane either. My Dad looked really good for a guy his age. He was 50 and worked out a lot. He had almost totally white hair already but he was deeply tan and had really blue eyes-he looked sort of like a buff Paul Newman. I'd seen him in various stages of undress my whole life and knew he had a great body and a BIG cock.
I watched as Shane carried in a couple of grocery bags into the dining room and placed them on the bar separating that room from the kitchen. My Father placed his parcels there also and stood back and looked up and down Shane. "I'm glad you agreed to accept a ride from me Shane," he said in a low voice. Shane looked flush and answered with his head lowered."Yeah well I was hoping to run into since...well you know... last time."
My Father chuckled at the kid's obvious embarrassment. "Now Shane, you can say it, you wanted to see me again so I could fuck you just like last time...right?"
Shane turned even deeper red and said something. I couldn't hear him through the partly closed door but I could only assume it was an assent. My Father took a step towards Shane and cupped the back of his close -cropped head. He pulled Shane's face forward into a kiss. I could clearly see my Dads long tongue thrust itself deeply into Shane's throat and heard a moan escape from the kids covered mouth. Things moved quickly from there. My Father muttered something about time constraints and began to order Shane about.
"Unbutton you pants," he said. Shane quickly complied, undoing his 501's. My dad ran his big hand up Shane's stomach under his tee and I could see him roughly pinch his nipples. Shane involuntarily threw his head back and let out a sharp breath. My Dad smiled-"like that, don't you?" He took the bottom of the shirt and lifted behind Shane's head exposing his tight stomach and rock hard nipples. He ran his hands up and down the boy's torso in appreciation. "Turn around" he next ordered. Shane slowly turned his back on my Dad. That incredible bubble ass seemed to be stretching his jeans to their limits. My Dad ran his hands over the jean clad ass slowly and began to knead and squeeze the bulging flesh. Shane's breath got shorter and he bent over at the waist sticking his ass out.
My Dad tugged the taught fabric down a few inches exposing the top of Shane's white jock. "Hmmm a jock strap...nice." He growled. He ran his fingertips over the exposed skin between the strap and the top of the pants. Shane jerked at this touch. My Father pulled the pants down further. Shane's ass was truly a work of art; it glowed round and milky white in the light of the dinning room. I shifted in the study releasing my turgid cock-I was careful not to make a sound-I couldn't imagine the fall out if my Dad discovered this particular act of voyeurism.
Dad continued to firmly handle the boy's tender flesh. He caressed the round cheeks and ran his fingers into the deep crevasse. Shane began to sweat, making his body shine. His jeans were now around his ankles and from my perspective I could see his cock straining at the tight ribbed material of the jock pouch. There was a distinct wet spot at the tip outlining his throbbing cock head. "Knees on the table son" Dad instructed. Shane again quickly complied. His open, shinning ass was now on a level with my Dads face as he sank into one of our dinning room chairs. Shane was kneeling doggy style, lewd and exposed on the very table where I consumed my mother meatloaf and apple pie!
Though my Dad had professed a need for alacrity he seemed to linger over the exquisite torture he was inflicting on my friend. He began, slowly, tentatively to run his long-inordinately long tongue over the sweaty mounds in front of him. He steered clear of Shane's asshole but just toyed with the wet creamy globes. Shane was gasping and wriggling on the table. He began to plead in a hoarse voice for my Dad to do more. My Father just smiled and continued his patient licking. He began to move into the boy's center and soon had the tip of his tongue rapidly flicking at Shanes' spassaming ass. He still, I noticed was avoiding actual penetration-but was giving lots of flitting contact.
My Dad reached into his lap and freed his cock from his chinos. It was huge-I had seen it flaccid but never in this state. It was magnificent. He loosened his pants and began to use one hand to twist his wet cock head in a steady rhythm. Shane was leaking more than ever and I really had thought he might have actually shot. The whole pouch of the strap was transparent and his dick was still painfully erect. My Dad began to work in earnest now. He began to fully penetrate Shane with his entire tongue. The sounds coming from that wet ass crack were enough to make me almost ejaculate myself. My Father was still masturbating just the bloated head of his cock and using his other free had to spread the ass in front of him to give his hot mouth full access. It had now turned into and all out tongue fuck of monstrous proportions. He was jamming as much of the flexible member up the boy as he could and repeatedly pulling out to lick and swirl all around the rim. Shane seemed to be lost-drool was spilling over his bottom lip and pooling on my Mom's place at the table and his dick seemed to be seeping a constant stream of thick clear precum. Dad began to breath very heavy and really thrust his head in further. Shane let out a sharp scream and my Dad groaned -My father stood up rapidly and took rough hold of his ten-inch cock at the base. I almost lost my mind when I saw him just insert the straining head into the slick anus and his huge balls immediately began to contract. He was unloading up my friends ass! I could hear Shane almost weep and I could see cum sluicing out around my Dad fat shaft. He never put in more than two inches and was careful to pull back when Shane tried to thrust back to get more. They remained locked like this for what seemed like several minutes and long ropes of cum were dripping onto the carpet at my Dad's feet. God what a load that must have been. Soon enough I saw my Dad take hold of the base of his dick and back the head out of the tight chamber. More cum seeped at the exit. My Dan sank into his chair...and then began to tongue and lick Shane's sloppy filled ass. He used his tongue like a scoop getting several mouthfuls of cum before he wiped his face with the back of his hand and smacked Shane on the ass. "Time to go boyo." Shane cried out and wiped his sweaty face around. "But,. But" he stammered..."I haven't even...
My Father just chuckled evilly-"I know -it's a pity but time's up the wife will be home soon."
Shane seemed to have real pain in his eyes as he struggled to pull his pants over the straining wet pouch of his jock. His cock barely fit in the pants as he buttoned them. He fixed his t-shirt and looked weepily at my Dad..."Please don't leave me like this..it hurts."
Dad smiled warmly and said. "There is a park off the boulevard-go there I bet you can find someone...or two to help you with this problem-he emphasized his words by stroking the tortured crotch of Shane's jeans.
My Dad turned and walked towards the stairs and Shane slowly walked out through the kitchen muttering something about the boulevard. I used all my effort to put my bursting cock back into my sweat shorts and quickly threw on some old sneakers I had in the study-I had to Shane "resolve" this problem-I had to....