5 comments/ 82284 views/ 42 favorites Boredom Can Be Dangerous Ch. 01 By: markindy Bored...that's the only word that could sum-up the reason I was in the car and driving toward an adult bookstore a few exits down on the freeway. I'm forty-six, in good shape through years of exercise, and married to a smoking-hot wife. But Kim wasn't feeling very sexy lately, and I was getting horned as hell. Sure...Kim would have gladly "taken care of me" in other ways; she gives a great blowjob and would lovingly do nearly anything I asked of her. I guess I was just in the mood for something a little more unusual. I'm not gay, and rarely have any fantasies of being with other men, but once every few years or so, the curiosity comes back to haunt me. I experimented with jerking-off and sucking cock in college. It was ok, and a good way to get-off in a pinch, but not something I wanted with any regularity. Today, I just wanted to feel a hot mouth around my cock that did things only another man could understand, or know how to do. Receiving service from another guy doesn't bother me at all. Reciprocating isn't high on my list, but I'll sometimes jerk a guy off when the mood hits me. I have to be really horned, drunk, or both to swallow a cock. By now, it was 11:00 pm, and Kim was in bed asleep as I pulled into the parking lot that glowed red from the garish neon sign on the front of the building. The usual assortment of new cars, old beaters, and semi trailers were scattered across the darker spots in the lot. I guess most guys don't want to advertise their whereabouts by parking out front. After taking a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, I got out of my car and walked toward the entrance. I was nearly at the door when a flash of panic hit me and my pulse began to race. Parked at the other side of the building, closer to the attached titty-bar, was a familiar vehicle. The features were so distinctive that it couldn't belong to anyone else. It was my son's car. Sean is a great guy, and he loves my daughter very much. With Emily being four months pregnant, I knew she had turned into an unpredictable mess of hormones and emotions. I wasn't angry or upset to find he was here. No doubt, he was taking some time to do exactly the same thing I was...finding a quick way to let-off some steam. My mind was telling me to get the hell out of there. Neither of us would be very comfortable running into the other. Looking back toward my car, it occurred to me that Sean wasn't likely to notice it, and he was apparently in the bar. Against what should have been better judgment, I nervously stepped into the bookstore and took a quick look around...Sean was nowhere in sight. The horned-up part of me rationalized that we were both here for the same reasons. Why should the other care if we spot one another? Even though I knew it was a bad idea, I wandered toward the magazines, keeping an eye out for Sean. After about ten minutes, my irrational mind was satisfied that he must be in the bar, and I walked toward the viewing booths. The booths were nothing fancy...mainly small compartments separated by half-inch plywood. The usual token-eating monitor was built into one wall, with a folding chair, box of tissues, and a waste basket to complete the accommodations. Most of the booths were very private, but a few had hastily bored holes in the walls between compartments. The owners gave a half-hearted effort to "fix" the holes, but the patches were easily removed. I found a booth that had the laughable patch still in-place with one screw...that way I could close it if some beer-bellied loser expected me suck him off. I was there to get-off, and really didn't care what the other guy looked like...I just wanted to be able to show that I was there for a one-way exchange. I flipped through the five or six different videos that were playing, settling on one that featured the woman getting tagged by two guys. A few minutes later, an average guy wearing khakis sat down in the booth next to me. I watched him jack through the opening as I fisted my own tool, but he never made any gesture suggesting he wanted to do more than watch. He came fairly quickly, cleaned-up, and left. It wasn't long before what seemed to be an older, and fatter, trucker took his place. The tattoos on his knuckles instantly turned me off, so I closed the opening before he could even get started. I guess he didn't like the message, and I heard him leave just seconds afterward. By now, I was beginning to question coming here, and figured it was best to find a good clip, jerk-off, and go home. I hadn't indulged in this kind of behavior in years, so it certainly wouldn't upset me to go without a hot mouth around my cock tonight. Besides, Kim would certainly oblige me in the morning. The scene on the monitor was pretty hot, and my cock stood at its full seven inches while I stroked, tugging my jeans toward my knees. Maybe two minutes later, I heard someone enter the booth next to me. I still had the opening covered, and was content to finish myself off, but curiosity got the best of me and I decided to take a peek. The softball-sized hole allowed me to see the man's lap as he squeezed a prominent bulge through the fabric of his pants. The color of his shirt and pants seemed instantly familiar, but my stomach tied in knots when I noticed the ring he was wearing. Platinum, with a band of black carbon-fiber down the middle, it was not the kind of wedding-band you'd see everywhere. My daughter picked it out for her husband, knowing how much he enjoyed tinkering with cars and all things mechanical. I bent forward to see more of my neighbor, being careful not to show more of myself than I already had. I was hoping to dispel my suspicions, but there was no denying that the fit, athletic, twenty-seven year old was my son, even without seeing his face. I quickly sat upright, and broke into an immediate sweat, realizing I wad exposing myself to the guy I played tennis with, and the soon-to-be father of my grandchild. Everything told me that I should have listened to myself earlier, and gotten the hell out of there. Even as my thoughts told me to flee, I found myself stuck to the chair, my hard-on as firm as ever. Illuminated only by flashes of light from the monitor, I watched my neighbor rub at his growing crotch, seemingly unaware or uncaring of being watched. "Crap...fuck...shit..." the words kept repeating inside my head as I continued to stare. Part of me was repulsed, but another side intrigued, as I thought of seeing the cock that was fucking my daughter. Minutes seemed like hours as Sean chose his favorite video, then settled-back onto his chair. His fingers nervously fumbled with his belt, as though he was unsure of his next move. Curiosity had consumed me completely, and I slowly pulled at my cock while waiting to see if he would show more. Sean's torso shifted forward, and I knew he was taking a closer look at what I was doing on the other side of that thin plywood. My cock twitched and swelled even harder in response to this taboo act of voyeurism. Sean stood-up from the chair, and I thought he might leave, but I heard the clink of his belt-buckle and the sound of a zipper being lowered. He sat down again with his pants at his knees, and a huge erection jutting upward. "Good god!" I thought to myself after seeing his impressive manhood. Sean's cock was at least eight inches long, and incredibly thick. Not as big around as a beer can, but not far from it. I was both sickened and titillated when I thought of my little girl subjecting herself to that massive member. "Stop thinking like that, you sick fuck!" I screamed with my inner voice. I'm not so uptight that I can't admit that another guy is good looking, and Sean certainly is, but it was rare for me to be so mesmerized by another dude's prick. I knew my fascination was driven by familiarity and curiosity, but I couldn't stop staring as he stroked his cock and juggled his balls. I had reluctantly agreed to jacking and even sucking a cock during my experimental phase in college...mainly from a sense of obligation. This experience was different. I wanted to feel Sean's meat in my own hand...and more surprisingly, wanted to feel the heat of it on my tongue. My pulse was really racing now. Fooling around with guys was always about busting a nut and moving-on. Actually wanting and admiring another cock was starting to freak me out. Even as it happened, part of my mind couldn't believe it...I watched as my hand reached for the opening, and my finger traced along the bottom edge of the hole. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as the full realization of what I was doing hit me. "What are you going to do if he takes the invitation?" My inner voice asked of my conscience. "Are you really willing to do this with your daughter's husband?" At first, nothing happened. Sean seemed uninterested in going any further, and continued jerking himself to the video. I thought for a minute that I had averted a terrible mistake, and could still get the hell out of there. Then, to my own horror, I heard Sean softly mumble to himself "ah shit...what the fuck...", and then rose from his chair. It happened almost in slow-motion, watching every inch of my son's hard cock pass through the opening, stopping only a foot from my face. The steel-hard pole twitched and bobbed in anticipation as I stared with apprehension. My hand shook as it slowly approached and gripped the throbbing tool. The skin was soft and silky, with the flesh beneath hard and unyielding. I heard a soft moan from the other side of the wall as I ran my thumb along the underside, squeezing a drop of clear precum to the tip. I smeared the sticky fluid around the spongy head, causing it to reflect the glare from the TV screen. I had forgotten just how different it was to handle a cock other than my own. I was now out of control. My own horniness and twisted curiosity was calling the shots, and I felt powerless to fight the urges coming from deep within me. I mindlessly stroked him for a few minutes, admiring the size and strength of Sean's impressive baby-maker. I quickly pushed aside disturbing thoughts of seeing it's girth splitting the lips of a soaking pussy...knowing full well who's pussy that would be. I closed my eyes, my hands still nervously shaking, as I leaned forward and pressed the slickened helmet to my lips. "Oh fuck...you sick, sick, fuck!" my conscience taunted as I ran my tongue just below the glans. The deep groan of appreciation from booth next door only fueled the fire as I took the first few inches into my mouth. The taste was salty-sweet, and the intense heat of Sean's erection radiated through my cheeks. I couldn't remember this sensation from my college days, and wondered why I would have found it so objectionable. His cock grew much wider just past the head, and I worked hard to produce enough spit to work more of him past my lips. "My god...how does Emily do this...does she do this?" my evil mind was thinking, even as I fought to suppress it. I was not very skilled, and could only manage half of the turgid pole into my mouth...but Sean didn't seem to mind. "Mmmmmm...aaahhhh...ssshhhiiitttt" Sean hissed softly through the wall as I started sucking in earnest, my head bobbing across his massive cock. "Ah...fuck man...lick my nuts" Emily's husband commanded in a hushed tone. By now, I was completely crazed and complied without even thinking. The opening was just large enough to pull his sack into view. Sean's balls were in proportion to his prodigious cock, and hung in a loose, shaved scrotum. I keep things tidy and trimmed, but never thought of taking a razor to "the boys". I could hardly believe my own behavior as I eagerly lapped at the wrinkled flesh, taking one and then the other orb gently into my mouth. A thin ribbon of precum trailed down to my shoulder as I nuzzled his balls and lapped at the base of his cock. My own dick was so hard it ached, and I couldn't help but acknowledge the irony of doing the very thing I wanted to avoid. "Show me that mouth, cocksucker." Sean grunted as he pulled away, waiting for me to press my face to the ragged opening. Oh shit...not only was my son using me to get his rocks off, like I had intended to do with any anonymous dude who came my way...but now I wondered if he could see enough of my face to know who I was. I hesitated for several seconds, wondering if I had any tell-tale moles, scars on my chin, or any other shit that could give me away. In the end, the sight of his hard and dripping rod cancelled all the legitimate worries, and my face was drawn toward him like a magnet. Sean smacked his steel-hard rod across my chin. Instinctively, I opened my jaw wide and waited for the skull-fuck that I knew was coming. It didn't take long before he took aim and slowly, but assertively pushed into my mouth. Sean was pushing deeper than I had taken him on my own, and I started to gag around the thick meat. "Relax, man. Shit...my wife can take it deeper than that." That was not what I needed to hear, and I fought once again to erase the mental images his comment created. Amazingly, I did manage to heed Sean's advice, got control of my breathing, and soon had his tool pushing the back of my throat. This seemed to be exactly what he wanted, and started to piston in-and-out of my overflowing saliva pit. I could feel every ridge of hardened flesh under the skin of his shaft with each thrust past my overstretched lips. Sean's pace quickened and I could faintly hear his breathing growing ragged. Fuck...I had never swallowed cum before, and unless I could time it right, there was little I could do to avoid it. For the first time, I wasn't the one in control. "Aaaahhh...ssshhhiiitttt...yyyyeeesssss!" Sean moaned in as hushed a tone as he could manage, as stream after stream of hot man-seed filled my mouth. Even as I was devising a way to pull away when he came, the actual moment caught me off-guard. The first shot went straight down my throat before my tongue blocked the rest, and three more ribbons of spunk flowed past my lips, down my chin, and splashed on my rigid cock below. I coughed and gagged mainly from being taken by surprise, but found the taste not nearly as horrible as I imagined. I was wiping cum from my face as Sean withdrew his deflating member back into his own booth. "Thanks, man...I needed that." That's all he said as I watched him stuff his half-hard, and sticky cock back into his pants. Just like me, he was apparently here for only one thing...to get off, and leave. And that's what he did...zipped-up and left without offering me anything in return. I was cool with that...hell, it's what I had every intention of doing...but now I was left with a raging hard-on with remnants of my son's cum dripping down the sides. Shit...if I thought I was horned out of my mind before...I was way over the edge now. I couldn't help it...as much as I didn't want to envision it...all I could see in my mind's eye was that thick fuck-pole pushing its way between the puffed lips of my daughter's pussy. I closed my eyes and thought of Sean's muscled frame writhing and sweating over Emily's body as he pounded her stretched love canal. Using Sean's cum as lube, I worked my cock harder and faster, occasionally looking at the monitor, hoping to distract my mind from darker and more taboo images. "Uuuunnngggg....mmmpppphhhh...aaaarrrrgggg!" I grunted between clenched teeth as I shot four heavy ropes of pearly cum onto the wall in front of me. I had never cum that hard just jerking myself off, and had to rest several seconds before realizing I was kneeling in a video booth and jacking with another man's jizz. "Holy fucking shit...you need to go home and kiss the woman who's too damn good for you." I thought to myself as waves of remorse started to flood over me. The whole incident took maybe three or four minutes, but I was feeling a mountain of crushing guilt building over me. "It's OK...nobody knows anything...I can deal with this...everything's cool." I said to myself, trying to calm my own nerves. There was no reason to believe Sean knew anything about who just got him off. This would all blow-over, and I would just have to deal with the memory of it. I finally regained my composure, cleaned myself with a few tissues, and got my clothes back in order. I moved slowly through the bookstore, being careful to walk around awkward corners...ensuring I could see others before they saw me. Fortunately, Sean wasn't around, and my heartbeat slowly came back to normal. I figured I'd already been here too long, and risked too much, so I walked calmly out the front door. Taking a glance to my side, I noticed Sean's car was gone, and felt even more relieved as I turned toward the parking lot. It seemed like a mile-long hike before I reached the car and headed home. I didn't sleep well that night. My thoughts and dreams were consumed with images of Sean's hard cock, and my own prick stayed insistently hard. I could hardly wait until morning when Kim would ease my mind and bring my focus back to the lovely woman in bed next to me. The eagerness with which I pursued my son's dick, and did things that previously held little interest, started to worry me...and I convinced myself that a healthy dose of pussy would put me back on the straight-and-narrow. The next morning, Kim slowly stirred as I kneaded her breasts from behind, my chest to her back, and my erection nestled in the crack of her ass. "Hmmmm...nice..." Kim cooed as my hand slid down her belly and to the mound between her legs. "I haven't had a wake-up call like this in a long time." "I'm sorry, baby. Don't be afraid to remind me of what you like. I can be a forgetful and boring old fuck." I said, truly regretting not having kept things more interesting for her. "Well...I'm not sure what has you so eager this morning, but I'm all for it." My wife said, turning her head to share a deep kiss. After a full night of tortured dreams and frustration, I longed to feel the familiar warmth of her body. I wasted little time trailing kisses down her neck, breasts, and belly. The smell of her sex filled my nose as I licked at the swelling labia and lightly teased her clit. Kim writhed and moaned as I shoved a slick finger up her gash, priming her hot tunnel. "Oh god, Jake...that feels so good!" she hissed, pushing my face against her pussy. I licked harder at her clit, and she rewarded me with a minor wave of orgasm, coating my chin with her sweet nectar. She was ready, and my hunger was strong...both to have her, and to wipe the previous night's events from my mind. I slid between her legs, coated my cock in spit, and dove into her hot slit in one full stroke. Kim's eyes shot-open wide, and she gasped for air as I buried my turgid pole deep into her canal. "Uuuummmpppphhh...ooooohhhhh....yyyyeeessss! Fuck me Jake...oh shit, fuck me baby!" my wife screamed as though surprised at my unusually aggressive mood. She reached back and clawed at the headboard, her breasts swaying with every thrust. "Oooohh..Jake...hard, baby...give me a hard fuck!" she wimpered as I pushed deep and forcefully into her...subconsciously venting my frustrations through our sexual union. It had been a long time since we shared such an animal-like intensity in our lovemaking, and it seemed both of us were getting into it. Kim's cunt was so wet, and made sloppy sounds as I drove into her. Her walls convulsed around my aching shaft as she approached orgasm, and it felt as though she was milking my rigid pole. The fast and hard pace soon caught-up with me, and I felt my balls tighten. "Aaaarrrgggg...ssshhhiiiitttt!" I groaned as I emptied an ample load into my wife's velvet folds, my body jerking with every pulse. Kim was very nearly there, but still need a little push to send her over the edge. After being so willing to play this early in the morning, I wanted her to enjoy it fully. Without thinking, I brought my head between her legs, and plunged my tongue into her cum-soaked snatch. I had never done this before, and shocked myself at how willingly I lapped-up my own seed. For a fleeting second, it occurred to me that it tasted a lot like Sean's. My nose taunted Kim's swollen clit as I tongue-fucked her and cleaned her moist tunnel. She came....and came hard...her vagina closing around my tongue as wave after wave coursed through her body. She pulled me up to her, sharing a deep French kiss. "Mmmm...you taste so good. I love tasting my nasty man this way." My wife said, slapping me on the ass. Boredom Can Be Dangerous Ch. 01 We lay together in a tight embrace for several minutes...just breathing and enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. "Thanks babe...hope I wasn't too rough on you...just in a rare mood." I offered, hoping I hadn't been too insistent. "Mmmm...it was fun, honey. Not the way I want it all the time, but just what I needed today." She said as I stroked her hair. "Not sure what got your motor going so strong today...but keep it up." She finished with a soft giggle. I vowed to myself that she'd never know the true reason behind my reinvigorated lust. I felt confident that I'd never need that kind of kick-start ever again. Boredom Can Be Dangerous Ch. 02 Sean's Perspective +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The events of the past half-hour played through Sean's mind like a dream, and as though viewing it from afar... "Well...at least I feel a lot better." Sean thought to himself as he hurriedly stuffed his deflating cock into his pants. His wife, Emily, was four months pregnant and going through bouts of hormone-induced moodiness. She loved him a great deal, and would willingly do anything for her husband, but sometimes she just couldn't help but be in a funk. It had been nearly two weeks since he last got-off, and his right hand was becoming a boring partner. Out of frustration, and nothing else better to do, Sean decided to visit the local strip joint for a little inspiration. "No harm, no foul." He thought to himself...besides Emily was not the kind of girl who'd object to her man staring at some bouncing boobies...she wasn't that insecure. The last hour or so spent in the bar seemed pointless...the girls weren't that good looking, and the clientele seemed rougher and louder than he was comfortable with. Still, he needed to bust a nut, and the video booths at the bookstore next door seemed the best alternative available. Sean didn't care much for these kinds of places, but he wasn't above recognizing they could serve a purpose. Grabbing some tokens, he head for the viewing booths in back. He took the first one that was empty and didn't seem like a complete garbage pit. Sean noticed the glory hole on the side wall, but didn't really care...it was closed-off anyway. Sean was no homophobe, and could care less if some troll wanted to watch...as long as it didn't involve anything from his end. The videos were nothing terrific...mostly grainy, and the color from the old monitor was pretty bad. He settled on one that would do, and started rubbing his needy crotch. The opening on the side wall opened...Sean was hoping it would stay closed...but revealed what seemed to be a well-built older guy stroking a nice-sized cock. "If I'm going to have an audience, at least it isn't some old fat guy." Sean thought to himself. He had done the usual circle-jerk thing with buddies in junior-high, and got used to the stares in public showers...letting some anonymous dude watch him jerk wasn't any big deal...in fact, being watched added a little to his arousal. Mildly curious, he leaned forward to get a better view...finding his neighbor to be a decent looking guy. Sean wasn't into dudes, but he had ideas of what made a guy look good. The man was maybe late forties, muscled without being bulky, and judging from his arms and legs...hairy without being gross about it...probably kept things trimmed. The scene on the video had actually become pretty hot, and Sean's erection grew uncomfortably in his pants. Not having witnessed another guy jerking-off since puberty, Sean couldn't keep his gaze from going back to the man next door. He had to admit, watching the other guy was at least a mild turn-on, but he wasn't sure about adding to the show. "Fuck it...I'm here to get off...if the other dude gets his nut looking at my shit...I could care less." Sean said with his inner-voice. He stood up, nervously dropped his pants, and sat down again to stroke his swollen tool. Sean was better equipped than most men, and he knew it. Certainly nothing to make him a porn star, but enough to draw admiring looks from men and women. His wife loved his size, and was one of the few women he met that didn't seem intimidated by it. Emily was a true cock-lover, and it made their marriage exciting...even though bedroom fun had cooled for now. The man in the next booth seemed to appreciate what he saw, jerking himself with new enthusiasm as Sean's eyes darted from the TV and back to his neighbor. "I'm bigger...but not by much." Sean thought, looking at the other man and wondering why the idea had even occurred to him. After a few moments of mindless jerking, Sean noticed the man's finger tracing along the bottom of the opening. He knew what it meant, but decided that letting the guy watch was more than enough. The more Sean tried to focus on the video, the more he found himself staring at the guy in the next booth. He'd never really been in this situation before, and was surprised to find himself fascinated and excited by watching this guy beat his meat. "Damn, I need to get off." Sean's own voice reverberated in his head. But the distraction next door was making it hard to concentrate. "Ah shit...what the fuck." Sean said aloud in a hushed tone, rising from his chair and pressing his body against the plywood wall. Sean couldn't believe he had just done this. His cock felt vulnerable as several seconds passed without anything happening. "Did I freak this dude out...did I do something wrong?" he thought to himself. He was nearly ready to back away when a somewhat rough and shaky hand gripped his aching pole. The grip was firm and immediately knew where to go...squeezing along his length and spreading precum around the sensitive head. Sean had been jerked by a fair number of women in his life, but none of them...not even his wife...seemed to know where, or how much pressure, to apply like this guy did. He was horned as hell, and moaned in gratitude as the unknown neighbor skillfully stroked his cock. The hand job felt incredible, and Sean was content to let the pervert take him all the way. Suddenly, the grip changed and the young man felt the unmistakable texture of a slick tongue flicking the bottom edge of his cock. The other man's progress seemed hesitant, and his oral skills somewhat lacking, but the masculine neighbor soon had at least half of Sean's thick meat down his throat. What the guy seemingly lacked in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm, and Sean reveled in the mildly unexpected sensation. Blowjobs were nothing new, but getting one from a guy...much less in a seedy bookstore...was strange and exciting. It was completely anonymous...no names, no faces...just getting off, and it felt damn good. Without even thinking, Sean heard himself giving commands to mystery man sucking hungrily on his turgid member. "Ah...fuck man...lick my nuts" Sean said in a low and demanding tone that surprised even him. The man complied; gently tugging Sean's shaved sack through the make-shift opening. The feeling was incredible as the man lapped and sucked with knowing care around the delicate orbs. Pressing his body against the wall was becoming uncomfortable, and Sean knew his release was building quickly. "Show me that mouth, cocksucker" Sean demanded, pulling slowly away from the wall and wanting to see the manly lips that hungered for his load. Sean paused for just a second...something seemed vaguely familiar about the half-face that appeared before him, but he just couldn't place it. He smacked the willing participant's chin with his hard cock, and the man opened wide to accept him. "You want it...then fuck...I'm going to give it to you." Sean thought privately, before pushing his steel-hard cock into the waiting mouth. The man choked, as though not accustomed to doing this kind of thing, which only excited Sean even more. Sean started to fuck the half-visible face in front of him as thought it were a soft, warm pussy...thinking of his wife's warm folds as the tongue snaked around his aching prick. "Relax, man. Shit...my wife can take it deeper than that." Sean said involuntarily, regretting the words the minute he said them. Regardless, his need was building and the man on the other side of the wall did his best to follow orders. Sean's balls started to tingle, and the end was coming fast. The young man's load blasted into the older guy's mouth, causing him to choke and gag, but still taking as much of Sean's seed as he could manage. The relief felt good, even if it was another dude that did the deed. Sean's need was satisfied, and he had no intention of reciprocating. It occurred to him it might be rude to just split, but he also didn't want to face whoever it was in the other booth. Offering a short "thanks", he stuffed himself back into his pants, and left the other guy to do whatever he had to do. Sean replayed those last few moments in his mind while walking to the car, hardly believing he actually did it...but now reality had caught up with him, and regret started to take hold as his mind came back to the present... "Shit...what a dumbass thing to do." I said to myself as my sticky cock slowly deflated inside my pants. "Emily would have done that for me...as soon as her mood shifted...there was no reason to go looking for something else." I berated myself, realizing that I hadn't gone out looking for a blowjob, it just sort-of...happened. I still didn't want to encounter my "helper" in the open, so I jumped in the car and took-off around the back of the lot, moving between the big trucks. Then, a lump built in my throat so forcefully, that I thought I couldn't breathe. Jake's truck...sitting in the back, between some big rigs...it was my father's truck. Shit...I know he wasn't in the bar...hell, I would have bought him a beer...he had to be in the bookstore. "Fuck...oh god, fuck...what I could see of that dude through the flickering light seemed familiar...oh shit, no...please, no." I kept mumbling to myself while pounding the steering wheel. As much as I wanted to deny it...to find another plausible explanation...it was all fitting neatly together...I had just face-fucked my father. I didn't just let him blow me...I got-off on it...I got hard watching him jerk his daddy-cock. My mind was now racing a hundred-miles-an-hour. Did he know? Was there any way for him to know it was me? He'd seen me change before, but never completely nude...and certainly not with a hard-on. The clicking on the steering wheel as I drummed my fingers brought my attention to the smoking gun...my ring. Could he have seen my ring? It was dark most of the time...probably wouldn't have noticed it. Shit...he knows...he has to fucking know. That's likely why he seemed nervous. He arrived after me...Jake might have seen my car. My stomach was a ball of nerves, but I managed to drive out of the lot and head home. Maybe he thinks I don't know it was him...maybe I can play dumb, and forget this shit ever happened. The more I drove, the more I convinced myself that was the answer. I thought I knew Jake pretty well...and he never gave me a vibe as the kind of guy who sucked cock. In fact, considering how sloppy he was at it...it didn't seem likely he did it very often. Fuck...I've never been the kind of guy who goes cruising for blowjobs. What the hell must he think of me? It seemed pretty clear that we were both screwed. I fought hard to keep my mind from endlessly running through even more tortuous scenarios. Emily was sound asleep when I got home, and I jumped in the shower to relax and clean myself off. As I soaped my cock and lathered off the dried cum, my mind flashed back to feel of his lips around my pole...and how hot it was to watch him jerk-off. I beat my head against the wall, hating the fact that my cock was starting to get hard thinking about it. I shrugged it off once again, toweled myself dry, and climbed into bed with my slumbering wife. +++++++++++++++++++++ I awoke the next morning with a pleasant grip around my morning wood. "Good morning, sweetheart." Emily said while slowly stroking my cock, her pregnant belly pressed to my thigh. "I know I can be a real bitch. I swear, it's really not me talking. You had a hard-on most of the night...thought I could do something for my hunky husband." "I know, baby...it's alright..." I started to say more, but was cut short as my wife tugged my balls and slid her mouth around my swollen erection. "Mmmmm...you have such a delicious cock." My wife hissed while licking my balls. "I could do this every day, if I wasn't such an emotional mess." Emily worked on my cock with intense focus, but she wasn't much interested in getting anything for herself. Her mouth felt amazing, and she did all the things she knew I liked. My mind didn't stray from her loving service, and I was thankful for it. My balls were starting to tighten, and Emily knew I was getting close. "This should add some spark to the start of your day." My wife said before taking nearly all of me down her throat and shoving a spit-soaked finger up my ass. A little ass-play wasn't something we did all the time, but enjoyed every now-and-then. Her slick digit went immediately for my prostate, and sent me to the edge very quickly. "Oooohhhh...ffffuuuucckkkk!" I yelled, as my balls emptied heavy loads of cream into Emily's mouth. As my climax subsided, regret started to filter back into my mind over the events of last night...it truly was unnecessary. Emily milked me dry...taking every last drop down her throat, and teasing my softening prick by leaving it between her lips as long as possible. My wife had a naughty side, and I certainly didn't mind. It didn't surprise me at all when she moved up to kiss me...our tongues dancing together, and the taste of my own cum on her lips. "I'm certain you have the best-tasting baby batter in the whole world." She said, biting my lip. The comment was a little raunchy...but kind of hot at the same time. ++++++++++++++++ The next few weeks weren't too bad. Emily tried, but didn't always succeed, in paying attention to my "needs". It wasn't like I couldn't deal with it...but I loved her for trying even when her moods weren't really cooperating. I dreaded going to her parent's house, but things seemed fairly normal. Jake sometimes seemed a little distant, and I did everything I could to act as though nothing had ever happened. Admittedly, I did look at my father a little differently...sometimes picturing him nude and jerking...knowing that he was aging pretty damn well. The thoughts bothered me a little, but I could deal with it. I was getting more comfortable around him, and I really thought we had both pushed the whole thing into a closet with the other skeletons. I had even started to convince myself that he really didn't know. Another week went by, and I needed to take our car in for repairs. I called thes, and asked Emily's mother to pick me up at the dealer. She agreed, and I waited for her to arrive. A little later, I was surprised to see Jake's truck pull into the lot. He owns a small construction firm, and is usually out at jobs most of the day. "Oh...hey, Jake...thanks for picking me up. I thought Kim was coming to get me." I said nervously, realizing this was the first time I'd been alone with him in weeks. "No problem...she knew I was working in the area. Made better sense for me swing by." He replied curtly without ever looking at me. I'm not sure why, but I did take a look at him. Emily's dad was a good looking guy, and I'm not so insecure that I can't admit it. Muscled and toned from years in construction, without being overly bulky...he carried a no-bullshit, very masculine demeanor. His dark hair was showing some grey, despite the short buzz cut. Having seen more than I should, I knew he was fairly hairy, but seemed to keep things trim and neat. I felt a slight twinge in my crotch, and immediately turned to stare out the side window...not wanting to open the closet I'd worked so hard to close. We drove for several minutes, neither of saying a word. I thought about bringing-up the latest football game...but the words wouldn't come out, and I was sure it would sound pretty lame, anyway. "I need to drop by the job...grab some drawings...it'll only take a minute." Jake said matter-of-factly, turning into a nearby neighborhood. "Yeah...sure...whatever...I'm in no hurry." I replied, still watching the scenery pass by. We pulled into the garage of a half-finished house, and Jake got out to grab the plans. It only took a few minutes for him to return, but it seemed to be taking forever for Jake to start the truck. "Look...I know you love my daughter very much...and I know how rough it can be when a woman's moods go crazy with the hormones." Jake stammered nervously and then paused, seeming to struggle for his next words. "Uh...yeah...Emily's been a little crazy...just goes with the territory." I mumbled back...hoping to fill the awkward silence. Jake gripped the steering wheel tightly before speaking again. "I can't take this...we both know what happened...it's been eating me alive. All I can tell you is that I never did that kind of thing before...I know you'll think that's bullshit...but the whole thing was just one huge fucked-up coincidence." I looked out the window, staring at the garage wall and biting my nails, my hear pounding like a jack hammer. "If you say so, I believe it...I never did that shit before either...you'll just have to take my word on that too." My throat felt dry as I spoke, and was horrified to feel my cock starting to swell. Why the hell was it doing that now? "I've been there man...I know how horned-up a guy can get when a baby turns your world upside-down." Jake's words seemed to catch in his throat. "I don't blame you one bit. At some point I knew it was you...I should have left, but I didn't...I am so fucking sorry." The whole awkward conversation had the events of that night running through my mind once again. My cock was growing painfully hard, and I hoped the resulting bulge wasn't too obvious. It had been over a week since Emily had done anything for me, and I rationalized that was the reason for my reaction. "It's cool...not like anybody died." I mindlessly answered back, still not looking Jake in the eye. "We'd better get going." I said, hoping the drive might distract from the overwhelming tension. Nothing happened. Jake didn't start the truck, and no words were spoken...we just sat there. I was about to ask what the fucking problem was, when a firm grip started to squeeze my swollen crotch. I gasped for air, and closed my eyes...it felt good, my cock was hard as hell. Unbelievably, I said nothing...just let the hand continue to grope me. Jake's breathing was hard and ragged, his hand obviously shaking as he squeezed my jean-covered cock. "I...uh...I'm willing...to help." Jake said in a shaky and unsure voice. I still said nothing, my eyes closed and my mind focused only on the pleasant sensations. Jake rubbed my flat belly with his hand, sliding under the waistband of my jeans, and his fingers brushing the shaft of my cock. He soon withdrew, both hands now opening my pants and tugging them below my ass. My aching rod slapped hard against my abs once released from the cloth prison, and Jake ran his tongue along the shaft. "Shit...that's a big cock." I heard him whisper before taking the head into his mouth. He may not have done this often, but my father was a fast learner, and his oral talents increased ten-fold from the first encounter. "Aaaahhh...fffuuucckkkk" I hissed through clenched teeth before finally opening my eyes. There he was...my wife's father...with his head in my lap, bobbing up-and-down on my cock. Jake had gripped my balls and the base of my shaft tightly with one hand while rubbing my toned chest with the other. If I thought the glory hole experience was intense...this was off the charts. It was one thing to be serviced by an anonymous mouth on the other side of a wall...quite another to actually watch it happening. His spit was trailing down my sack, and into the crack of my ass. I started not to care who was doing this...it just felt so damn good. After a while, my jeans became an uncomfortable bunch around my knees, and I pushed Jake off my cock to kick off my shoes and lose the pants. As Jake sat up, his eyes still fixated on my throbbing cock, I could clearly see his own erection straining through the material with a wet precum stain near the head. "Pull it out...show it to me." I said flatly, while pulling my jeans off my ankles. I watched in fascination as my father uneasily complied...opening his pants, and pushing his boxer-briefs past his knees. He really was a hairy guy, but not grossly so, and as I suspected...kept things tidy. Jake's cock was about an inch shorter than mine, and not as thick...but certainly nothing to be ashamed of. His large nuts hung in a loose, hairy sack, and his uncut meat standing straight-up from a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair, with only a few grey strands sprinkled-in. "Stroke it." I told him, as I leaned against the door of the truck and watched him fist his pole. This was way hotter than any junior-high circle jerk. I was really getting turned-on watching this...and I would have never suspected it. I'm really not sure what came over me...maybe just a wave of "who gives a fuck now" attitude...but I found myself moving toward him, my face just inches from a dripping cock. Boredom Can Be Dangerous Ch. 02 "Sean...man...you really don't have to..." my father said haltingly as I stared at his leaking piss-slit. "I know...just shut the fuck up." I answered, not wanting to discuss it...I just wanted to do it. I pushed my tongue into the slit, tasting the clear fluid and taking in the slightly musty smell of his crotch. I ran my tongue under the foreskin, intrigued by the silky feel of the flesh as it stretched over my tongue. I went down on him quickly, before I lost my nerve, providing lots of spit to ease my path. Jake moaned deeply and his legs trembled as I slowly inched my way down his twitching rod. This was fucking weird...sucking cock had never been on my agenda...but it felt oddly natural. The warmth filling my cheeks felt incredible, and just knowing I was making another man feel good didn't gross me out...it was strangely rewarding. I started-out awkwardly, but soon developed an even rhythm on the pole of my wife's father. Jake seemed lost in the sensation as he stroked my back and ass with his rugged hands. The hair on his thighs brushed my cheeks as I moved lower to sample his furry nut-sack. The mix of musk and soap filled my nose as I lapped his balls and absent-mindedly fingered his ass just as his daughter did so often with me. Jake grunted and shifted his hips, allowing me better access to his furry pucker. It seemed like an automatic response, not something he really thought about...and though I'm no stranger to rimming Emily's fine backdoor, a hairy man-ass was a little different. Taken-in by the heat of the moment, I jabbed my tongue at the tight hole, ran a trail over his balls, and back onto his cock...then did it over and over again. Jake was panting hard, his eyes closed and jaw clenched tightly. Jake then said something that nearly pulled all the air from my lungs. "Fuck me, man...if you want to. Kim's used toys before...I can take it. Use me to get your nut...take whatever you want from me when you can't get it at home." I was stunned, and must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Uh...shit...I don't know..." I stammered while Jake stroked my cock. "It's cool...just an option...deep dark secret of mine...available whenever pussy isn't" Jake stuttered nervously before pushing me back and taking my cock into his mouth. His blowjobs were getting better by the minute, and I barely noticed as Jake pulled a tub of cornhusker's lotion from under the seat. Without breaking stride on my cock, he grabbed some with a finger and spread it around his spit-soaked brown-eye. He then started fingering his own ass while sucking me down to the root...an impressive feat for being new to cock sucking. I was really enjoying the blowjob, and had the urge to see more of him. I bent down and pulled off his t-shirt...Jake separating from my cock only long enough to pull the shirt over his head. The cab of the truck was tight quarters, and it was starting to get quite warm. Sweat dripped down my nose as I pinched Jakes nipples, squeezed his hairy pecs, and admired his work-built body. Deep dark urges were starting to come over me as well. Man-sex was never anything but a fleeting thought, but I certainly wasn't having a problem with it at the moment. While the blowjob was good, a tight piece of ass was even better. I loved it when Emily would occasionally let me in the back door. The offer was there...why not take it? I had to be horned out of my mind when I hear myself say it. "Fine...give me that ass." I grunted in a husky tone. I backed away, opening the door of the truck, and stood next to the seat as Jake chucked his boots and peeled-away his jeans. My father scooted down the seat, spread his legs, and pulled me against his crotch...gripping both our pricks in a burly hand. "Anytime you need it...anytime...I'll understand. It stays between us." Jake said, looking me in the eye before stepping onto the garage floor, turning around, and bending over the truck seat. I never would have thought such a sight would turn me on. An older, but fit man...bent over with a hairy sack dangling between his legs, and a stream of pre-cum stretching to the floor...had me harder at this moment than I had been in a long time. I stepped behind him, sliding my cock between his fur-covered moons. My dick was dripping with Jake's spit, and his pucker glistened from the lotion spread around it. "Kim's toys are fun...but I've wondered about the real thing. Do it, son...let me know what it's like to get fucked." Jake said as he reached back to play with my balls. I don't know why, but the whole Dad/Son thing tripped my trigger...and hadn't really occurred to me before. "Yes sir." was my only reply as I pushed the head of my cock to Jake's quivering rosebud. Jake gasped as his ring relaxed and the helmet popped inside. I remained steady, allowing him to adjust before moving forward. "Oh fuck...god damn it, your big." Jake said in nearly a whimper. "Slow, man...take it slow." It seemed like ten minutes before I eased a little more than half my length into him, and he started to relax. Soon, I was able to pull back, and start slowly pumping his tight chute. I grabbed his hips and within a few strokes, was earnestly fucking my fathers muscled ass. "Yesss...that's it son...fuck my ass!" Jake grunted through a tight jaw. "Ohhh...gggoooddd...how does my baby take this?!" "She loves big cock...just like her daddy." I grumbled in return, as I plunged my full length into him. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I backed nearly completely out, and then dove fully into his bowels with firm, full strokes...my nut-sack bouncing against his with every thrust. "Oh shit...fuck...fill me up, son." Jake said, reaching back to grab my ass. "Fuck...the heat of it...so different...so fucking different." He mumbled as his face rubbed against the truck seat. This was hot...probably the hottest damn fuck I'd ever had in my life, and nothing I would have ever thought I'd do. It was probably the unexpected nature of thing...the whole dirty, taboo vibe of it...but I didn't care, and was now fucking like a man possessed. "Ah...yeah...shit...that's one fucking hot ass!" I moaned, looking down to see my thick meat spreading wide a hairy hole. "You like this cock, old man? You going to let this big-dicked boy fuck you hard whenever he wants it?" I asked in a taunting tone that was completely unlike me. "Yes...shit...yesss!" Jake roared. "My ass is yours, son...only yours...whenever you're not getting enough...whenever you want it!" my father said in a low rumble, sounding masculine as hell. The tightness of Jake's hole, and the strength of the fucking were taking their toll on me, and I knew my climax was coming. My balls churned, and my sack tightened as the moment came over me. "Here it comes man...I'm going to breed that fucking hot ass!" I said while pushing Jakes face into the seat cushion. "Oh yeah...do it son...coat my ass!" I shot hard, my cock nearly aching from the intensity of the muscle contractions as one heavy load coated Jake's bowels. I pulled out to witness my claiming of this fine ass as three more ropes of sticky semen flowed over Jake's hole and down the back of his balls. With my cock still twitching from the subsiding orgasm, I shoved it back into my father's overstretched pucker. I moved one arm around Jake's torso, having him stand with his back pressed to my chest, while I jerked his engorged tool with the other. "Shoot it for me old man...let me see you cum." I whispered in his ear while quickly stroking his throbbing meat and pushing my still-hard, but slowly deflating, cock deep in his ass. "Oooohhhh...ggggoooooddddd...ffffuuucccckkkkk!" Jake nearly screamed as four heavy streams shot from his cock...his ass clenching around my prick with every pulse. His whole body shook, and I don't know if I ever saw anybody cum that hard...male or female. My spent cock slipped out of his chute as the contractions subsided. I bent down, and turned him toward me...taking his deflating tool into my mouth and gently sucking the last of his cream. Jake rubbed my shoulders, catching his breath as his body returned to normal. I thought there might be a huge wave of regret now that the fun was over...but it didn't happen. There was now an understanding...a bond that existed secretly between us. Neither of us ever intended to go down this road...but now that we had, a lot had been learned. Only time could tell how well it might work out. I stood, and leaned against the truck...watching Jake's rugged form as he pulled our clothes out of the cab. "Well...that was unexpected." I said, both of us laughing as he handed me my underwear. "Sean, I'm serious...this never has to happen again." Jake said, stepping into his boxer-briefs. "Probably should have never happened...but I'm really not sorry it did. If nothing else, I'm glad we put it all out there...keeping it wrapped-up inside was killing me." "I know what you mean...I was a nervous wreck for more than a week after I realized what happened at the bookstore." I answered honestly. "This is not something I ever thought I'd do. I trust you with this secret. I hope you know it will never escape my lips." "Trust me." Jake said, reaching into my boxers to cup my cock and balls. "My interest in this is not something I want to be public knowledge. And yes, my ass really is yours whenever you want it." "Yeah...well...I may take-you-up on that offer." I answered, smacking his ass through the fabric of his briefs. "Still not really my kind of thing...would probably be a very rare event." I said, knowing that Emily still satisfied nearly every need I had. "Fair enough" Jake replied, pulling his shirt back on, and moving to the driver's side of the truck. "Honestly don't think I could take that lamp-post of yours too damn often." We both climbed into the truck and returned home with far less tension between us. I knew Jake was being truthful about his offer...and I knew without any doubt that what we had done would stay between us. I was still in mild disbelief that I had let it happen...again. At least I slept well this time around. Emily even commented on how much happier and relaxed I seemed. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. ++++++++++++++++++ Over a month had passed since the "garage incident", as I now referred to it in my own thoughts. Emily was getting less moody, and more willing to play now-and-then. We saw her parents about once a week...Jake never saying or doing anything out of the ordinary. Overall, it seemed like we were back to being the idealized American family. We were at Jake and Kim's house for a weekend cookout when Jake brought me a beer. "I hear the nursery is finally finished. Has Emily been off your ass now that it's done?" Jake asked while opening the lid of the grill. "Oh yeah...her mood is much improved." I answered with a wide grin. "Things have been great at home. I think Emily is getting more excited and less worried." "Glad to hear it." Jake said, slapping me on the back. "Kim and I are willing to help any way we can." My father shifted nervously from one foot to the other. "If you need any special help...I...uh...could make that happen too." I stood silently for a few moments, knowing exactly what he meant and feeling a slight stir in my crotch. "Um...yeah...I know...but it's cool...Emily has been a real trooper." I awkwardly swallowed too much beer, coughing before catching another breath. "I'm just not feeling the need." "Hey...enough said." Jake replied while turning the steaks. "Options are...well...available...with no reasons required." He said, handing me a plate of steaks to take inside. The meal was delicious, and the rest of the evening was very pleasant. Jake made no other mention of my "options", and I had pushed it to the back of my mind until later that evening. I was restless, with visions of our unplanned encounters passing through my thoughts like endless TV reruns. Sleep was not coming easily, but I managed to doze-off after concentrating on work and other mundane topics. Days later, I still couldn't shake the idea Jake's renewed offer. I knew there was only one way to deal with it, and the notion had more appeal the more I considered it. With my heart pounding, I picked-up my cell phone and sent Jake a text..."reviewed my options, sounds interesting" Even as I pressed the "send" button, I found myself almost hoping he'd turn me down. It was nearly an hour before my phone buzzed with a response. "Good...would like your input. Rough finish seems best...sample can be seen at 211 Maple Court. Today at 5...or is tomorrow better?" I almost had to laugh at the clever double-meanings. At least anyone at work who might see his phone would think nothing of it. I could feel my cock growing as I pressed the buttons for a cryptic reply "sooner the better...please have hardware and supplies available at site". Jake's response was immediate this time around "No problem...been hoping to catch up with you. See you at 5." I took a quick shower, threw on a t-shirt and jeans, and drove to the address on the text. It was a nice house on a large lot, and obviously one of Jake's projects. The house seemed completely finished, and I was surprised to find Jake wearing khakis and a knit shirt, instead of his work clothes, as I walked into the kitchen. "Hey man...glad you could make it. Just did the final walk-through with the clients, and need to finish my notes." Jake said, looking up from a stack of papers. "Kick your shoes off...don't want to dirty their new carpet." "Sure...no problem." I answered, looking around the room and loosening my shoe laces. "Nice job...big house." "Thanks...they paid enough for it." My father replied. "Just a few minor things to fix, and I'll hand-over the keys in a few days. Let me show you the basement...a really nice space down there." He said while turning off the lights and grabbing a gym bag from a small closet...the same bag he used when working-out. The finished basement was indeed really nice...a large open area with a small kitchen and wet-bar, a decent-sized bedroom, and large bathroom. "I've been running around all day, and would like to take a quick rinse. You care for a shower?" Jake asked, pulling a towel from his gym bag. "Uh...no...I'm good...did that before I left." I mumbled while wandering the large room. Jake stood by the bar, peeled-off his shirt, and dropped his pants. His half-hard cock tented the front of his grey boxer-briefs as he carefully placed his clothes on the counter. Without saying a word, he walked to the bathroom and entered the glass-walled shower. I stepped into the large room and leaned against the vanity, watching Jake soap his muscled frame. Despite my reason for being here, I found that watching him wasn't any real turn-on...just a dude taking a shower...like I'd seen a million times before in any number of locker rooms. I began to think maybe I just wasn't into this anymore...the thrill of something new had passed...a "been there, tried that" kind of thing. Jake stepped from the shower, toweled himself dry, and walked toward me...his cock bouncing in front of him with every step...but I was still barely more than flaccid. "I don't know, man...this doesn't seem to be doing anything for me. Maybe it's just an experiment that's done...a phase I've gotten over." I said as Jake stood in front of me. "Well...that might be...and if that's the way it is, that's cool." Jake replied, his hands opening my belt and pulling it off my waist. "I can't explain this shit...yours is the only piece of man-meat I've ever had more than a passing interest in. Probably some twisted fascination with the cock that's fucking my daughter...hell, I don't know." He continued, the tip of his cock pressing into my thigh, and his hands pulling-open my jeans. "I might lose interest if I can't justify it as "doing you a service"...maybe I'm a closet bisexual...I don't know...don't care...and couldn't give a rat's ass." Jake knelt down, pulling my pants to the floor. "I just want some cock without becoming somebody's faggot-ass boyfriend." Then he took my limp prick fully into his mouth. One firm hand kneaded my ass while the other tugged on my balls...his warm mouth and tongue washed over my cock as it began to swell. Jake kept his face buried in my crotch, allowing my growing member to fill his mouth and throat as it grew larger. I had my eyes closed and focused on the feeling around my dick as Jake started sucking, his hand moving under my shirt, squeezing my pecs and pinching my nipples. I found myself moaning and my hand pressing at the back of Jake's head. Once I was completely hard, Jake stood up, aligned our cocks, pressed the tips together and passed his foreskin over my swollen helmet. "Well, son...looks to me your mood might have changed...seems plenty fuck-ready to me." I grinned. "Yeah...well...think I'd still rather be fucking my wife's pussy than her daddy's ass." I said as Jake stroked our cocks, his foreskin "docking" me with every pass. "I'd be disappointed if it were any other way." He answered, pushing down on my shoulders and pressing me to kneel in front of him. "Take a taste, son...I don't think it's too much to ask for what I'm giving you." I honestly didn't mind giving him a little head, though still not something I could ever find myself yearning for. I glanced at my reflection on the glass wall of the shower...on my knees with my burly father smacking his hard cock against my face. The image was surreal, but oddly arousing. "Come on, Sean...lick my furry nuts" Jake ordered, lifting his cock and pressing my nose into his crotch. "Yeah...fuck yeah, son...damn that feels good." Jake moaned as I lapped at his hairy sack. By now, my mood was starting to change, and I was definitely getting more interested. My prick was hard and leaking as I sucked his balls, trailed my tongue along the vein-covered shaft, and took Jake's tool into my mouth. There's just something about the silky feel of the skin, and the hardness underneath, passing between my lips that I found intoxicating. I spent several minutes sucking and stroking him...working a moistened finger into his ass. I was a bit startled when Jake suddenly pulled me away, lifted my off my knees, and bent me over the vanity. "Don't worry, Sean...daddy just wants a taste of that taught, gym-rat ass." I had no time to respond before Jake spread my cheeks, and his tongue danced across my tight pucker. He pulled my rigid cock back between my legs, licking along the bottom of my shaft, across my hairless balls, and into the crack of my ass. The feeling was intense, and shot through me like a bolt of lightning. I couldn't do anything but moan as he licked my hole and stroked my cock. Before long, Jake stood...pressing his cock between my moons and giving me a reach-around. "Feels hard and warm, doesn't it son?" "Hey man...I'm serious...nothing goes in my backdoor." I answered, only slightly nervous. "You want to give me your ass when I can't get any pussy...that's up to you. Just respect that I'm not into the same shit you are." Jake chuckled in a deep tone before responding. "Like I said...just wanted a taste of that young ass." My father groaned into my ear, the head of his cock brushing past my brown-eye. "But if you ever change your mind, son...just let me know. It's a wild damn feeling to be taken by another man...a real man, who knows how to fuck like he means it." Jake finished, nudging his dick against my tightened sphincter. For a brief moment, I considered letting him do it...but I knew that getting fucked just wasn't my thing. Focusing on the original purpose in coming here, I decided it was time to change the tone, and claim what Jake said was mine. "Lay down on the fucking floor, belly down and ass up" I said curtly, tossing him the lube I found in his gym bag. "Stretch that tight hole and get it slick for me." Boredom Can Be Dangerous Ch. 02 Jake just grinned, spread his towel on the floor, and did as I asked. I stood between his spread legs, watching as my father writhed on the floor, spread his cheeks and pressing lube-covered fingers into his hairy ass. I stroked my aching pole, wanting to feel the tight warmth surrounding it once again. "Yeah...that's it man...stretch that fucking man-pussy" I ordered, taking the lube and coating my twitching cock. "Tell me what you want...tell me what I'm here for." "Take my ass, son...use my fucking hole to get off." Jake paused, as though thinking whether to say more. "Fuck my ass like you'd fuck Emily's cunt." I was mildly shocked that Jake would include his daughter in such a raunchy manner...but I knew him well enough to know that it was just part of the game. Jake was as protective of his daughter as any man I'd ever met. The turn-on for him was getting fucked by his daughter's man...not including his own daughter in sex-play. "Yeah...that's it...spread those cheeks wide." I grunted, kneeling between his hairy thighs and pressing my cock to his twitching pucker. "Slow and easy I can get at home...I want something different from you." I said, hovering over his back and entering him in one long, consistent stroke...never pausing to let him adjust. "Oh...damn...fffuuucckkk!" Jake groaned, slapping the floor and clenching his teeth. "Shit...that's fucking big!" "Man-up dude...you wanted me to fuck your ass like a pussy, and this is it. Your daughter doesn't take her time...she squats down on it like someone might take it away from her." I replied, pressing down on his shoulders and pushing firmly into his bowels until every inch slid inside. "She's not this tight though...damn, she gets so wet for my big dick." Jake didn't say a word...just moaned with every thrust into his ass as sweat fell from my forehead and onto his furry back. I still loved pussy more...but there was no denying the tight feel of Jake's ass had its own appeal. The position was getting a little awkward, so I pulled-out and brought my father up on his knees. "Shit...yeah...nothing better than hard fucking doggy style." I said, slapping his ass and sliding my cock along the crack. Wasting no time, I lined-up and pushed deep into Jake's chute in one firm stroke. Once firmly implanted, I reached around to grip his cock, finding it incredibly hard and leaking precum. "Feels like you enjoy being my other pussy. Is that true, old man? Do you like bending over to take my thick piece of meat?" I teased Jake, sensing he might enjoy a little raunchy talk. "Faster, you fucking chatter-box" Jake said, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain. He reached between his legs, fondling my sack as it swung between his thighs. "That's it son...oh fuck...yeah...drill my ass!" I did just that...pulling back until just the head remained inside, and then thrusting fully into him again...over and over again...watching the reflection of my actions in the glass of the shower with amused disbelief. I was getting close, but it seemed Jake wanted had other ideas before I reached the point of no return. Pushing me away, and out of his constricted tunnel, Jake flipped onto his back...holding his legs apart with his knees nearly touching his chest. "I want to see it...I want to see you shoot your load...cover me in your spunk." Jake said plainly, looking me in the eye as my hard cock rested on his balls. "Sure...whatever you want, you fucking cock-whore." I replied with a mocking grin. I looked down to see Jake's sphincter pulsing...waiting for re-entry. This time I pushed in hard and fast...lifting his hips with every solid thrust. Jake brushed his steel-hard prick against my abs, leaving a trail of glistening precum with every stroke. We both grunted and moaned in unison as I assaulted his willing ass, my climax getting closer by the second. "Oh fuck, man...oh fuck...I'm getting close." I said, gasping for air as I pulled out of Jake's tight rosebud and started fisting my cock. My father brushed my hand away and gripped both our cocks with a firm grip and stroked our pricks in a rapid rhythm. "Yeah...yeah...shoot it boy...fire that hot fucking load." Jake urged as his legs wrapped around my waist. "Fuck...daaammnnn....ffffuuuucccckkkkk!" I yelled as my vision nearly blurred and four heavy ropes of pearly cum splattered across Jake's chest, matting the hair on his pecs, and dripping down his neck. "Aaarrggghhh...yyyeessss....ffffuuuucccckkk...yyyeeeessss!" Jake grunted, his grip still pressing my cock against his own. He came hard, his dick shooting cum like small volcano...the hot, sticky fluid sliding between our pricks as it coated his hand. I was taking in the sight, gathering my breath, when Jake took me by surprise. Releasing my deflating tool, and pressing a brawny hand to the back of my head, he began pulling my face toward his messy crotch. "Time to man-up a little yourself...this ain't a one-way pleasure trip. Take another taste son...lap up some of that daddy-cream." He ordered, pressing a thumb into my mouth and sliding his sticky, still-hard cock between my lips. I gagged and choked as the last of his seed oozed from his cock and down my throat...Jake's hand keeping my face planted onto his turgid member. My nose and chin were coated in our combined fluid as I accepted the situation and began sucking on Jake's slowly deflating tool. It wasn't the greatest taste I'd ever experienced...a little salty...but not entirely unpleasant. I found myself enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth, and eagerly lapped at his balls as Jake released his grip from my head. "Oh yeah...that's it son. Giving a little head and eating some cum is the least you can do for such a fine piece of ass...if I say so myself. Besides, Kim loves the taste...it can't be that bad." At this point, I found it hard to disagree. "Yeah...well...you might have a point." I said matter-of-factly before getting up and taking a rinse in the shower. When I finished drying off with Jake's damp towel, I got dressed as he stepped under the water. "I'm heading out, man...Emily will want dinner soon." "Yep...see you next weekend for Kim's birthday." Jake said, soaping his cock and tugging at his balls. "Thanks for the fuck...anytime, man...it's yours anytime...unless Kim has worn me out the night before." He finished with a hearty laugh. I just grinned, and walked out the door. ++++++++++++++++++++ I took advantage of Jake's tight back-side one other time before the baby arrived. After Emily had some time to recover, she returned to being an insatiable lover. Jake and I still mess around maybe two or three times a year. It's still not something I can't do without, but it can be fun on the rare occasion. As long as Jake and I are on the same page...what's the harm in a little fun? Boredom Can Be Dangerous Ch. 03 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please read at least Part 2 to get a feel for the characters. This episode involves reluctance/coercion, so go elsewhere if not your preference. +++++++++++++++++ Our son had just turned three, and my wife felt it was important to take him to see his Great Grandmother. I couldn't imagine any torture worse than spending five hours in a car with a toddler, and I resisted the trip with all my effort. The lady was only seventy, but I guess her hip wasn't up to the task of traveling. Fortunately, my mother gave myself and her husband a way out of the trip....stating that a Mother-Daughter trip would be fun for both of them. Jake and I didn't object. Emily still tried to guilt me into coming, but the horror of listening to Brian scream in the car, and the thought of listening to three women gush over what a beautiful child he was for hours on end, kept me from falling into the trap. "Sean, why don't you come with me to the lake? We can spend the time mindlessly fishing as we praise our wives for not inflicting us with a weekend of pain." My father said, patting me on the shoulder. His wife and daughter both leered at him while I spoke. "Jake, that's a damn fine idea. I'm sure we'll need to be fully rested to endure the tales of their adventures when they return." I said sarcastically. A few days later, their journey had begun, and though I felt a slight twinge of guilt for not going, it soon passed. Jake was due in a few hours to pick me up for our weekend of doing mainly nothing. This was the first time I'd been around him alone for quite some time. Given our past history, I felt a little reluctant. We had shared some experiences when Emily was pregnant that satisfied some "needs", and I can't deny having enjoyed it in a weird way. Hell, we did it more than once...but it was never something I really craved, and the "experiment" faded after a while. We hadn't shared any "male bonding" time in over a year, and I was fine with that. I assumed Jake had gotten tired of it as well...since Kim was as passionate and crazy about him, as Emily was with me. I always enjoyed time at the lake. The whole arrangement was a little strange, and I couldn't help but hope that Emily and I would benefit someday. The property had been in Jake's family for several generations, and was nestled in the woods next to a decent-sized lake. At some point, the area had been annexed into nearby state park. Jake's father was given the option to sell the property to the state, or keep it in the family. The only catch was that the land could never be sold privately...it either had to be passed-down through the family, or sold to the state at current market value. Fortunately, the property already had a well, septic tank, electric power, and a boat dock. The family could maintain the property, but never expand upon it. I guess you could call it a kinder/gentler form of eminent domain. The drive through the forest was pleasant as Jake and I solved many of the world's problems and generally traded a lot of bullshit. It didn't take long to unload the truck and air-out the cabin. The house itself is nice, but not large. Built like a mix of log cabin and craftsmen bungalow, it has only three rooms....an open living room and kitchen with exposed rafters, and two bedrooms with a bath in the middle. It has some rustic charm, but with the conveniences to make it comfortable. We had noticed a few things needing repair, and I volunteered to get supplies in the morning. We were both tired after dinner, and Jake took the room he and Kim usually shared, while I slept in the lower bunk of the smaller bedroom. I dozed-off thinking how great it was that there was no "sexual tension" lingering in the air. I woke up early the next morning and was already dressed by the time Jake hit the shower. "Hey man, I'm going to take the truck and get things on our list. Be back in a few." I said, speaking through the door to the bathroom. "Great...if the hardware store has fishing supplies, get some bobbers. A lot of them are cracked." Jake replied, his voice mixed with the sound of splashing water. It didn't take long to get to town and gather the needed items, plus a few groceries. I was driving back to the cabin, maybe a bit faster than the posted limit, when I was pulled over by a park ranger. I couldn't imagine that I was going fast enough to be a public menace, but I resigned myself to just playing it cool. "Good morning. Do you know why I pulled you over?" The ranger asked politely. "Uh...no, officer...honestly, I don't." I replied, trying not to sound stupid or confrontational. The last thing I wanted to do was piss this guy off. He had to be 6'-4" tall, about Jake's age, and built like an immense drill sergeant. "Well, you were speeding a bit. I'm not going to ruin your weekend, but I do still need to see your license and registration. We've got a lot of kids camping this weekend, and the little devils seem to run out of nowhere." "Oh, I see. Thank you officer, I'll be sure to keep that in mind." I said, reaching over to open the glove box, and finding a bag of joints sitting on top of the registration. "Why don't you go ahead and hand me that bag along with the registration." He said calmly, reaching his hand through the window. His biceps were so large they barely fit in the sleeves of his shirt. I couldn't believe Jake was dumb enough to keep shit like that in the truck. If he was here, I might have punched him. "Truthfully sir, those aren't mine. You can see that the truck doesn't belong to me." I stammered, showing him the registration and then my license. "This does present a problem. I don't care if you get stoned in the comfort of your own home. But the idea that you might be using these while driving is an issue I can't ignore." He said, staring at me as though trying to discern my honesty. "Where were you going, and is the owner of the truck there?" "I'm going to a cabin on Bluegill Lake...about two miles away. Yes...the owner of the truck is my father, and he's waiting for me there." I nervously rambled, saying more than I needed to. The ranger had an unusual look on his face...a reaction I couldn't quite decipher. "I know the cabin." He replied curtly, before asking me to step out of the truck. The ranger had me place my hands on the hood while he performed a pat-down that seemed to spend more time around my upper thighs and crotch than really necessary. After checking the truck for firearms and other illicit items, he finally spoke with stern seriousness. "Here's what we're going to do. You are going to drive ahead of me, you will not do anything stupid, and we're going to have a talk with Mr. Grimes. What happens next will depend on how cooperative both of you are. Do you understand?" he said with his brown eyes still boring into me. "Yes sir...I'm anxious to clear this up." I replied, as the ranger kept my license along with the other items and walked back to his SUV. The drive seemed to take an eternity, and my heart raced with nervous tension. I stayed in the truck until the ranger told me to come out, and was only mildly surprised when he cuffed me and put me in the back of his vehicle. I watched intently as the ranger knocked on the door and had a fairly long discussion with Jake on the porch. Jake seemed almost horror-stricken as I looked at this face while the ranger came back to the SUV. "There's a reason I didn't take you straight to jail and figure all this out from there. It's time to see how much you value having a squeaky-clean record." The ranger said, pulling me roughly out of the SUV and toward the house. "Come-on, Phil. Sean had no idea about what was in the truck...I completely forgot about it myself." Jake said, talking to the ranger as though he'd known him forever. "How in hell does anybody forget about six joints of illegal shit sitting in their car? Do you really think I'm going to ignore everything that happens for a piece of ass?" The ranger said, sound truly pissed as he led me through the door and had me sit on the sofa with my hands still cuffed behind me. "Holy fuck, man...I had three college sorority bitches bouncing all over my shit two days ago, just to avoid a fine for camping without a permit!" The ranger's words didn't sink-in at first, but I listened with more interest as their banter continued. "I...I know, there's no excuse for this." Jake said, sounding remorseful and unnerved. "My wife and daughter are away showing off the grandson. Please don't make them come back to get our asses out of jail. You know me, Phil...you know this is a dumb-ass mistake, not a drug-running operation." "Six joints hardly makes you a cartel." The ranger said with a sarcastic smirk. "So he's the one, huh? He's the one that got you hooked again, but made you feel uncomfortable?" "Yeah...look...let's not get him twisted into this mess more than he is." My father said, shifting nervously on his feet. "Hey...wait a minute...I never got anybody hooked on a drug habit!" I said, hardly believing that Jake was throwing me under the bus. "That ain't the kind of addiction I'm talking about, son." The ranger said, taking off his gun belt and turning-down his radio. "I think it's high time to be honest with your family members. Strip...right here...right now!" Phil barked, at my wide-eyed father. "Hey...Phil...don't make me do this here. I'll come by your office anytime..." Jake stammered as I looked-on, thoroughly confused. "Not your deal to make. From what I hear, he already knows your secrets...so let's show him how this fuck-up is going to get fixed." Phil said, reaching down to grip his own crotch. "I ain't got all day...do it now...and know this isn't the end of it." I watched, slack-jawed, as my father peeled off his shirt and stepped out of his cargo shorts. A familiar bulge was already prominent under his tented boxer-briefs as he stepped forward and began rubbing the ranger's massive chest while unbuttoning his shirt. "I ain't into fairies, but a solid dude who knows what he wants can be a decent change from all the pussy that comes my way." Phil said matter-of-factly, without bragging, while looking straight at me. "Papa was feeling a guilty about having fun with his little girl's private plaything. We found a way to fix a fine for burning trash...and I've been fixing his itch ever since." I continued to stare in bewilderment as I watched Jake remove the ranger's shirt and practically worship the man's muscular chest. Phil looked as big as a linebacker, but without an inch of fat. His body seemed naturally smooth, as opposed to Jake's furry, but neatly trimmed, physique. My toned, athletic frame seemed almost small compared to these heavily muscled men. Jake was trailing his tongue down Phil's chest, almost kneeling in front of the thick bulge in the ranger's pants that featured a growing spot of moisture. "Do you like watching this, son? Do you like watching your wife's daddy on his knees, begging for another man's cock?" Phil said, grinding my father's face into his crotch. "I know he sure liked taking up the ass what his daughter was taking in her pussy!" he said with a sinister chuckle. This should have turned me off. The idea of a stranger talking about my wife and her father in such ways should have been repugnant, but I couldn't help but sense a stirring in my jeans. At the same time, I was pissed that Jake would tell anyone about the things we'd done. He broke an unspoken, but assumed, vow of silence and my anger toward him started to grow. "Wow...someone doesn't look happy to have his story told, Jake." The ranger said, turning my father's face away from his crotch and forcing him to look towards me. "I hear all this began with an unplanned crossing of paths. Get over there, dumbass...show me how you got all this started." Phil said, gripping Jake's neck and moving him across the floor until he was kneeling between my legs with his face pressed to the fly of my jeans. "I'm sorry, Sean...I'm so sorry about this..." Jake mumbled, as his chin rubbed against the fabric covering my balls. "Fuck you, man. I can't believe you've been telling tales about some seriously private shit...much less putting me on display for your favorite perv!" I growled, with my anger growing almost as fast as my arousal. Phil laughed as he leaned against the wall and rubbed the swelling in his pants. "Yeah...I'm a perv, all right. I'll fuck anything that interests me. Make it good, Jake. Your little girl's man would be a prime catch in the lockup with that tight bod of his." I looked up at Phil, hating him for suggesting he was saving me from an even worse fate. This game wasn't about keeping us out of jail...it was about him getting his rocks off. My eyes could have bored holes into his chest with anger even as I subconsciously admired the muscled pec covered with a marine tattoo. "Get his jeans off. Let's see you taste the fuck-stick that's been breeding your daughter's pussy." Phil said with a commanding tone as he unbuttoned his pants and shoved his hand below the waist. I squirmed on the couch; my hands still cuffed behind my back, as Jake opened my jeans and tried to pull them off my hips. "Go in the other room and play, you fucks! Leave me out of this shit!" "Son, just shut the fuck up and go with it. This a damn site better than the alternative." Jake said firmly, gripping my neck with one hand, and my cock with the other while Phil chuckled in the background. "He's a fucking prick...but he's got no interest in telling anyone about this shit...and I'm sure we don't want the girls involved at all." "How do you know the bastard won't try to blackmail them too!" I hissed as Jake tugged my jeans down, causing my cock to slap against my belly. Phil whistled loudly as my cock came into view. "You weren't shitting...that is an impressive piece of meat. It must be quite a sight to see that thing spreading your little girl's pussy lips...much less your tight ass!" he said, walking toward us and spanking Jake's butt. "Don't worry son, I'm not into taking advantage of innocent victims. The ladies have nothing to fear from me, and our secret will be safe, as long as you keep your cool. You have as much shit on me, as I do on you." Phil said to me, sounding firm but sincere. "You'll have a hard time convincing me you don't want to exact some revenge on this piece of shit...when your cock is as hard as that." "Fine, then fucking un-cuff me!" I shouted, as Jake pulled my boxers away from my ankles and threw them in the corner. Phil just grinned as he stood behind Jake and stepped out of his pants. "Not just yet sport...after you've relaxed a bit, and are less likely to jump me." The ranger stood for a moment, still wearing a pair of white briefs that strained to stay on his body. "Suck him...get that cock down your throat!" Phil grunted, as he reached down and ripped the boxer-briefs off Jake. I expected some sort of protest from my father, but I heard nothing. Jake licked my dripping tool and began inching his throat down my pole the instant Phil commanded it. My mind was a blur as Jake demonstrated improved oral skills while I watched Phil spit into my father-in-law's hairy ass. Jake moaned with his mouth full of my cock as Phil worked more and more fingers into the spit-soaked hole. "Time to pay the piper, numb-nuts." Phil said gruffly, stepping beside Jake and tucking the front of his briefs under his balls. "Give it a good coat...it's going in wet or dry...I could give a shit less." Jake pulled away from my cock, still stroking me as he turned to swallow Phil's swollen tool. Both men were uncut, and similar in size at around seven thick inches. I knew my own nine-inch rod wasn't typical, but these guys were certainly above-average and had nothing to be ashamed of. Like Jake, Phil had a few grey hairs in his bush...giving away that these well-built dudes were as old as my father. Phil's cock had a thick vein that traced a jagged line along the side of his cock. I couldn't help but think that it seemed fitting...adding to the rugged and muscled look of its owner. "That's good enough, you pathetic cock-whore." The ranger grumbled, pushing my father's face away and then kneeling behind him. "Ooohh...fffuuucckkk!!!" Jake screamed, as Phil plunged into his hole with one solid thrust. "Don't touch your fucking cock, and keep sonny-boy happy!" Phil barked as he brutally plowed into Jake's ass. The ranger's rhythm was hard, deep, and fast as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Jake's eyes winced in pain and he grunted with every stroke into his bowels, but he still fed on my cock as though it was his last meal. I bucked my hips, forcing more dick into my father's throat, satisfying my need to add to his humiliation. The assault on Jake's body seemed to last several minutes before Phil had reached his limit. "Gonna...fill...that...cunt!" Phil grunted...each word in time with his last strokes before pressing himself tightly against Jake's hairy ass and unloading his seed. The ranger had barely pulled-out before he grabbed Jake's arm, lifting him from the floor and spinning him around. "You're gonna get your fill tonight, dickweed. I want to see this young buck split you open. Sit on it...sit on that fucking cock!" I was already slouching on the sofa, my ass at the edge of the cushion, when Phil pushed Jake over my lap, with his back facing me. I could feel Phil grip the base of my shaft as Jake squatted over my lap. Drops of Phil's cum splashed onto my balls as my father lowered himself closer to my aching tool. "All the way down. Your pussy is sopping wet for this boy's prick!" Phil said, as he aligned my dick with Jake's opening. I moaned deeply as the head of my cock slipped past Jake's stretched sphincter. His progress down my pole was slow, but steady, as I could hear the squish of fluids and feel the ranger's prior deposit sliding down my shaft and over my sack. Jake grunted through halted breaths as he finally came to rest on my lap, his balls resting on mine. "Big...too big..." Jake mumbled as Phil fondled our balls. "I bet your little girl doesn't say that. I bet she begs for more!" Phil said, before kneeling down for a closer look. "Big, heavy nuts too...this buck is going to breed you a house full of grand-babies! Ride it, cowboy...let's see him seed your pansy-ass!" Jake seemed to be uncomfortable at first, but managed to find his stride, and started to enjoy pulling nearly off me before plunging himself back down again. Phil tortured him with occasional strokes to his aching prick, but never allowed Jake to cum. With my hands still cuffed, my shoulders began to ache, but seemed a minor annoyance as my need to get-off smothered everything else. "Fuck...that's hot shit...my cum coating this boy's prick and lubing your ass!" Phil said, tugging my loose sack and rolling my nuts with his fingers. "Come on, boy...let's see you fill this old fart's chute with your load!" the ranger growled, before coating his middle finger with the cum running over my balls and then shoving it firmly into my ass. "Ow!...fuck!...back-off, bastard!" I shouted in response to the unexpected intrusion. "Hah, hah...somebody's got a tight little cherry." Phil chuckled. "There it is...there's that sensitive gland...just ready to burst." My vision almost blurred as Phil massaged my prostate and coaxed me even closer to orgasm. I couldn't take it any longer...I had to unload. "Aaarrrggg...ssshhiiitttt!" I grunted, as pulse after pulse of sticky cum shot from my cock and deep into my father's bowels. My whole body seemed drained of all energy with the intensity of my climax. I could feel the warm cum as it oozed from Jake's over-filled chute and flowed down my constricted sack. Boredom Can Be Dangerous Ch. 03 I was still gasping for air when Phil abruptly pulled Jake up and spun him around to stand in front of me. "He gave you a big load...time to pay him back in kind." Phil said, running his hand along Jake's ass-crack and coating his palm with cum. I looked up from my lethargic daze to see Phil standing tight against Jake's back, and reaching around to jerk my father's aching tool within a firm and sticky grip. Jake moaned loudly as four heavy ropes of spunk flew from his cock and splashed onto my face, shirt, and over my deflating prick. I was practically covered in cum as my deflating cock fell heavily onto my thigh. "I don't do guys often...but you two sure as hell make it worthwhile." Phil said with a smirk, as he grabbed my boxers and used them to clean his limp dick. "I know you guys are planning to be around another couple of days...so I'll be in touch." He grumbled while tucking his shirt and tightening his belt before removing the cuffs from my wrists. I was pissed. I could barely stand to look at Jake as I tore off my shirt and walked into the bathroom for a shower. As the water ran over my body, I could hardly believe that a few isolated private moments had evolved into borderline rape with a guy that my father obviously knew. I hated Jake for the series of events that led to the whole thing, and despised myself for having gotten off on it. There was something about the rough and rugged aspect of the already taboo act that seemed to drive me into doing things I never thought I'd do. "Fuck...that prick still has my license." I thought to myself, while watching water and cum spinning down the drain. ++++++++++++++++++++ The next day, Jake and I barely spoke. He offered to pack-up and take me home, but I reminded him that I still needed to get my license back from his perverted ranger buddy. It seemed neither of us was eager to seek out Phil. In time, I would get over my seething rage. I had to...it would be difficult to explain to my wife why I suddenly couldn't stand being around her father. Jake spent most of the day out on the lake with his own thoughts, while I calmed my nerves with hikes through the woods. Evening dinner was quiet, with both of us turning-in fairly early that night. The next morning, I knew I had to deal with Ranger Phil, and get my license back before we left in another day's time. I left the cabin early, walking down the main road toward the rangers' office, not wanting to have Jake drive me there and deal with both of them. I had been walking about thirty minutes when a familiar SUV pulled beside me. "I'm guessing you're coming to see me." Phil said, after rolling down the passenger-side window. "Get in; I'll save you another mile of walking." After a moment of hesitation, not sure if getting into a car with this jerk was a good idea, I climbed into the passenger seat. Phil was dressed in jeans and polo shirt instead of his uniform, and the back seat was filled with a few bags from the local grocery. "This is my day off. Good thing I saw you, since I never made a report, or turned your things into the office." Phil said calmly. "Look...you have every right to be pissed-off, and if you want to pull over and take a few minutes to beat the shit out of me, you can. I got caught in the moment, and allowed things to go too far. I think you should know that most of that stuff was all a game....Jake and I like things on the rougher side....seems to make it easier to do what we're doing, I suppose." "So why not just take your fuck toy and bang his ass in the other room...why did I have to be a part of it?" I asked, with mild anger in my voice. "The pot was a pretty big thing for me to just ignore...I'm busting college shit-heads all the time for that crap. Part of me wanted to make a point...another was curious as hell." The ranger said, also sounding annoyed. "I'll admit, when Jake told me how he got into this whole thing, I wondered about the son who pulled the skeleton out of the closet. I took advantage of the situation to see that shit in action." "Then you know all this crap started with case of unfortunate timing, and a dumbass decision to let somebody give me a blowjob." I said, with my irritation growing stronger. "I was willing to keep this shit in perspective, as long as I knew Jake kept his mouth shut. I have no interest in getting into some fucked-up, faggot-ass drama!" "Uh-huh...so, you were hard as a rock and pounding his ass because none if it appealed to you?" Phil asked with heavy sarcasm. "Sounds like the kind of bullshit I used to tell myself when I fucked that private in the Marine Corps. Look bud, given a choice, I'll take pussy over cock any day...but I learned that variety ain't all bad. After months on end without any snatch...finding a bud you know will keep a secret is an asset you come to respect." "Yeah, well...you're version of "don't ask, don't tell" didn't work so well for me. He could have fucked around with you without ever mentioning me." "It's not like it was the first thing he ever told me." The ranger said, sounding defensive. "The fine for burning trash during a no-burn warning was pretty steep. Jake knew I'd been divorced for a while....when he nervously offered a blowjob, I was too horned at the time to turn it down." He said, as the mound in his crotch seemed to twitch. "It's a long fucking story...but after a while we traded tales on how we got started on cock. That whole daddy-boy mental image of you two touched a nerve. No...I'm not into fucking my son. I'm an admitted pervert, but even I have limits. Now that he's in the military, the thought he might find what I did, really gets me going. It didn't help that you're about his age, and look lot alike." I wanted to be repulsed at what Phil told me, but I had to admit to myself that's pretty much what got me wound-up. Fucking a guy was weird enough, but making my wife's father my own personal bitch appealed to the more dominant side of my personality. Making love to Emily was a tender and personal thing. Fucking Jake was all about raw sex and strength. "Great...I hope you had a good time pretending I was your son and watching him fuck another man's ass." I snapped back, shifting in my seat to quell the slight swelling in my pants. "Can I get my license back? I'd rather not spend time at the DMV to get another one." "Envelope...under the seat." Phil grunted, in response. "We still need to get rid of that weed. You guys aren't taking that shit with you...and sure as hell aren't leaving it here." I was so engrossed in the conversation, that I never noticed where we were headed. Phil parked next to the cabin, and Jake walked outside to greet us. "Come on, Phil...this isn't another round of bullshit, is it?" Jake asked as we stepped onto the porch. "Take it easy. We're still dealing with same bullshit. I gave Sean back his license, but we still need to deal with all this weed." Phil said, taking the envelope from my hands and pulling out the bag of joints. "We're either going to flush it, or burn it. Since I'm off duty today...I say we burn it. You guys need to relax, anyway. Neither of you can go home to your wives with this much tension." The first hour or so was still pretty tense, but the pot seemed to help all of us relax as we sat on the porch and smoked a joint while staring out onto the lake. The last thing we wanted was to have the house smelling of reefer. "One last thing, guys...and we can put this unfortunate incident to a close." Phil said, taking a long draw from his joint. "Jake, quit letting that shit eat at your gut...just let it go, and tell him what you want." "Fuck you, Phil. Why not start by telling your son what you apparently want?" Jake replied, implying too much within a pot-infused chuckle. "Fuck you back, man. Fantasy is one thing...I'd never actually do it. On the other hand...I'm not sure what you wouldn't do." Phil said, as the smoke expelled from his mouth. "Fuck both of you." I answered back, buzzing as much as they were. "I've had enough of your guys shit for one weekend." "Damn it, Jake...how can a man like you be such a pussy!" Phil barked, in fake disgust before looking straight at me. "He wants your cherry, son. He got a little tired of playing second-fiddle to someone half his age. That's probably why he's been coming to visit around here more often." "I might pitch, but I'm not a catcher. He already knows that." I answered flatly, staring out at the water for no apparent reason. "I could tell that the other day, with the way your ass clamped around my finger." "Shut the fuck up, Phil." Jake said with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Sean knows his limits. I can respect that." "Hey...we got us a group of three alpha-dogs here." Phil said, taking another toke. "None of us wants to play the bitch all the time. I at least I gave it a shot, and can get into it on the rare occasion. It is a wild fucking sensation, son. Makes you think the fags ain't got it all wrong." "Holy shit...I'm gonna grab a beer. Why don't both of you go into the trees and rub one off, for fucks sake?" I said, walking into the cabin. After grabbing a cold one from the 'fridge, I walked back onto the porch and stood against the railing, looking out at the lake. Phil was still taunting Jake, but I was buzzed enough to not pay attention. My mind was pulled out of the fog, however, when Phil suddenly moved behind me, bending my arm behind my back, and kept me pinned against a porch post. "I think you might like this game more than you let on." Phil grunted into my ear as he bent my arm further back. "Nothing less than an emphatic "stop" won't get you very far. Say it like you mean it, and we'll back off." "Get away from me, you fucking prick!" I barked back, struggling against Phil's strength. I'm certainly no slouch, but Phil's massive build was more than I could tackle. I couldn't help but wonder why I hadn't yet said "stop". Phil came close to my ear, whispering just low enough for Jake not to hear. "Good. This is the way it ought to be. No fucking flowers or romantic poems...just a solid set of rules." "Phil...quit fucking around. Sean's been through enough of this shit." Jake said in a firm, demanding tone. "Oooh...somebody finally found their balls! Do you really want to pull me off him, Jake? Do you want to pass on this tight, muscled ass while you've got some help to educate the boy?" Phil growled, while gripping my butt and squeezing it hard. "How about it, Jake...what do you want me to do with this disrespectful punk? Should I let him go and allow him to use you whenever he likes, without ever paying you back?" I'm almost certain that if I had been completely sober, I would have put an immediate stop to this. Strangely though, I could feel my heart race and the adrenaline flowing. Phil may have understood my fantasies, even if I pretended to be unaware of them. Consciously, I knew I was in no danger...but the idea of being overpowered by a strong guy stirred feelings in me that I knew existed, but never allowed to be fully expressed. A mix of fear, lust, and curiosity now raged through my body. Phil knew the game would be important to rationalizing in my mind what my body wanted to do. He also knew that Jake needed a stronger sense of control to take what he desired. "It takes a strong man to admit what he wants and then take it. Sometimes we all need a push to know what it is." Jake said, moving next me as Phil kept me restrained. "Our family values strength, Sean. I know you want to make the family bond as strong as possible." He said, kneading my buttocks. "I'm glad my daughter shared her life with you. I shared more with you than I ever intended. The strength of that bond needs to come full circle." "Shit...did you swallow a fucking psychology book?" Phil asked Jake, while still holding my arm behind me. "You can think about circles as you rim his tight little hole." "I'm sorry Sean...I really want this." Jake said firmly, staring into my eyes as he ripped the t-shirt away from my chest and immediately began pinching at sucking at my nipples. "That's it, bud...show the boy how much you appreciate his firm body." Phil said, releasing my arm, but using his own to keep my back tight against his chest. "Is that how your wife does it? Does she lick her way down your treasure trail until she gets to your fuck stick? Is she better at it than her daddy?" Phil ground his hips against my backside...the firmness of his erection easy to feel as it grew within his pants. I looked down to see my father trailing his tongue over my abs as he pulled at the button-fly of my jeans. A voice in my head kept telling me this was wrong, that I allowed something that should have never happened to go way too far...that I was straight, and Emily's pussy was all that my dick would ever need. My cock, however, seemed to think differently. I was getting hard in spite of myself, and swelling quickly. This was turning me on...a sensation just as unexpected as when Jake first bent over in the truck and offered me his ass. I knew I was about to be pushed into something I was very unsure of...and yet the thrill of the unknown excited me even more. This game was providing some cover for my ego, but I couldn't play a passive role the whole time. I wasn't going to be someone's submissive bitch. "Go ahead, you filthy old fart...suck on my big dick, since you're so jealous of your daughter's favorite toy!" I growled, while Jake exposed my half-hard prick and quickly stuffed it down his throat. I reached behind me, groping the outline of Phil's cock as he kept me held tight against his chest...signaling that I was now part of the game. "How about it, jar-head...you like seeing your boyfriend swallowing a real man's dick?" "You're a fucking comedian, son. Grab that railing, and don't let go of it." Phil said gruffly, bending me at the waist and forcing me to hold the porch rail for support. Jake never let go of my cock while sliding under me. Phil quickly lost his shirt and knelt behind me, grabbing the cheeks of my ass with each hand and spreading them apart. The outdoor breeze felt cool against my pucker before Phil placed his face in my crack and started lapping at my virgin hole. "Oh...shit...fuck!" I mumbled, over and over again as Jake and Phil fed on me from both sides. In my mind, I was still struggling with the part of me that wanted to get away from this perverse and unnecessary act...and the part that felt overwhelmed with the intensity of sensations and a level of arousal I'd never experienced before. "Phil, let's take this inside before someone on the lake gets a show." My father said, pulling away from my spit-soaked cock. "Good idea." The ranger replied, his cock brushing the crack of my ass as he gripped my neck and roughly pushed me into the cabin. My hard cock bounced wildly as I was shoved into the larger bedroom and then thrown onto the mattress. Phil wasted no time in flipping me onto my back and squatting over my face with his knees on each side of my torso, and his balls brushing my forehead. He grabbed my legs and pulled them back toward him, leaving my ass upright and exposed at the edge of the mattress. I couldn't see anything as he shifted his body and had my nose buried in the crack of his ass. "Alright boy...lick my hole while daddy gets your pussy ready for fucking. Go ahead Jake...get a taste of the boy's sweet man-cunt...stretch him out to take a man's cock." Phil said before pressing his ass even tighter against my face. I could barely breath, my nostrils filled the smell of soap and sweat as Jake licked my pucker and then shoved an increasing number of fingers into my reluctant opening. It didn't take long to learn that Phil gave me more room to breathe as long as I was licking his hole. My hips bucked with the initial discomfort of accepting two, and then three, spit-soaked fingers into my tight pucker. I could only groan as I felt something cool enter my anus as Jake's knuckles worked past my sphincter. "That's it, man...we don't want to hurt the boy...he's going to need all the lube he can get for his first time." Phil said coarsely, yet almost compassionately. I could only guess from the sounds in the room, and the way Phil's body shifted above me, that the ranger was now sucking eagerly on my father's cock. My heart started pounding, and my apprehension grew as the reality of what was coming became clear. I could still end this...all I had to do was follow Phil's instructions. "You need to watch this, son." Phil grunted, before abruptly shoving a pillow under my head and then standing on the mattress above me...his ankles under my armpits and his hands gripping my legs and spreading them wide apart. I looked up to see Phil's muscled thighs arching over my head, and his hairy scrotum dangling between them. I nervously looked forward to see my burly father staring hungrily at my primed pucker, and gripping a hard cock that shone from the pre-cum he had just smeared around the tip. My body began trembling with fear, yet my cock was hard as steel and a string on clear pre-cum flowed onto my abs. Jake moved forward and pressed the spongy helmet against my brown-eye. I could feel the heat of his tool as it pressed against me, while the conflict in my mind became even stronger. "I...I don't know...this isn't me..." I stammered as Jake finally looked me in the eyes. "Relax...take a deep breath...it will get better." Jake replied gruffly, giving me no opportunity to object further, before pushing the helmet of his prick into my ass. "Ffffuuuccckkkk!" I shouted, as my eyes shot wide-open and a moment of searing pain shot through my body. "Breath deep...try to relax...it will pass...then it gets better than you can imagine." Jake said firmly, spitting into his palm before stroking my now half-hard cock. Jake didn't move for nearly a minute...giving my body time to adjust, and allowing my fear to subside. The initial jolt of pain was intense, but brief, and I focused on trying to relax. Eventually my ass-ring stopped clenching, and Jake took the opportunity to push further inside. The sensation was still uncomfortable, but bearable. Jake was insistent, but patient...moving in an inch at time, allowing me to adjust to his increasing girth. It seemed as though I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it slowly advanced past my sensitive pucker. My bowels felt incredibly full by the time Jake's nuts pressed against my cheeks and his short-hairs brushed my balls. It was so strange to feel the heat of another person radiating and pulsing inside me. The sensation was bizarre, yet gratifying. "That is some hot fucking shit." Phil grunted. "Fuck him, buddy. Drill that boy's ass and let him feel something that will blow his mind." I looked up again toward Phil, to see Jake leaning forward to lick the tip of his friend's cock and running his tongue under the layer of foreskin. Jake slowly retreated from my ass, leaving just the tip inside, before advancing once again. My father's speed gradually increased as the frequency of my painful moans decreased. It took several minutes, but the discomfort eventually faded and I began to enjoy the feeling of Jake's cock as it brushed against my prostate. As the pain disappeared, and the pleasure increased, even my cock responded by quickly swelling to full hardness. "Well, look at that...I think you just broadened the boy's horizons." Phil said with a chuckle, glancing toward my bobbing cock. "Just wait to you feel your wife's daddy blow his baby-batter deep in your guts. That's some wild shit." Almost subconsciously, I wrapped my arms around Phil's legs for support as Jake's rhythm gained momentum. At times, I even found myself bucking my hips in response to his forward thrusts...trying to increase the pleasurable aspect of the unnatural act. Boredom Can Be Dangerous Ch. 03 "Weird...so good...and so bad...at the same time." I mumbled between grunts and groans as Jake began to truly fuck my ass. "It gets even better with practice." Jake replied between thrusts. "You've got one fucking hot ass, son...even tighter than Kim's. Still not better than pussy, but pretty damn good." Jake varied the speed and intensity of his thrusts, seemingly trying not to finish too soon. I avoided contact with my cock, sensing that the appeal of getting fucked would diminish quickly once I busted my nut. "You've been a good sport...let's ease back a little." Phil said after he and Jake shared a few whispered words. "Take a quick breather, son. You may not be willing to share this with me again...so I'd like to make it last." Jake said, slowly pulling out of my ass while fondling my loose balls. My asshole felt like a gaping chasm without Jake's dick taking residence, but I also appreciated being able to lower my aching legs. I could feel Jake's heavy cock resting against mine as he stood between my legs. Phil knelt on the mattress, with his knees against my shoulders as he bent down to lick our tools. Looking up, all I could see was Phil's hard shaft and hairy balls. I had blown Jake a few times, but it always seemed like a duty or obligation...a small reward for giving me something better than my right hand when Emily wasn't available. I didn't hate doing it, but it wasn't something I looked forward to either. Now that I was horned out of my mind, and still on a slight buzz, the idea started to seem more appealing. Tentatively, I ran my tongue along the underside of Phil's shaft as I nuzzled his balls with my nose. Phil moaned appreciatively as he alternated between sucking mine and Jake's cocks. Shifting his legs further back, Phil's prick was now directly over my mouth. I hesitated a few seconds, but took the hint, and accepted the head of his rod into my mouth. The spongy helmet against my tongue was a stark contrast to the rigid pole covered in silky skin that slid past my lips. None of this was new...but it was the first time I nearly savored the salty pre-cum that flowed down my throat. I inched my way down Phil's shaft, taking as much as felt comfortable. Phil seemed content, and didn't try to force me even further. We both sucked each other slowly and deliberately...enough to keep the boil going, but not enough to end the game. "It might be time to the let the boy fully into the fun." Jake said, moving onto the mattress and kneeling next to Phil. Jake had taken a scarf out of the bedside table, using it as a blindfold on Phil. "Amazing how much Sean looks like your son, Kevin. They could almost be brothers." my father said, before spreading Phil's ass and licking his hole. "Come on out, son...let's teach an old dog a new trick." Jake said, tugging at my arm. "Get your feet on the floor, sergeant, and bend over this bunk. You've taught your boy well as his father...but there are some things he can learn from a fellow Marine." I must have looked completely bewildered as Jake stood next to me while Phil slowly assumed the position. "Thanks for obliging my fantasy. You up for helping Phil with his?" Jake said quietly into my ear while offering me a toke from a freshly lit joint. "He'd never do anything with his own son, but I know he's thought about it. This could be intense as hell for all of us." I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, while Jake slowly stroked my cock. I wasn't sure how the blindfold would help, since Phil knew exactly who was in the room...but I stopped over-analyzing once the buzz came on stronger. "Uh...dad...what the fuck are you doing?" I asked, not sure how to proceed with this impromptu scenario. At least the grass was giving me the bravery to take a shot. "Deployments can be hard and long, son." Phil said, his voice sounding reluctant to reveal such deep secrets. "As Marines, we trust each other with our lives...and our secrets. Your brothers have your back when the going is tough...and when pussy is scarce. I hope you find a tighter bond with a few buddies like I did. It can ease the tension of young men in tough times." "Dad...I'm no faggot...I know you're not either." I replied, struggling to find the words I hoped would make the game seem more real...though I wasn't sure why I cared. "You've been away for months with little privacy, and your girlfriend is far away at college. This is offered as a brother-in-arms...not a pansy-ass romance." Phil said, as though he had played this scene many times in his own head. I couldn't help it, for whatever reason this was really turning me on. I knew the whole thing was stupid, and the weed was making it seem more real. Regardless, I was horned as hell, and the idea of moving to the driver's seat felt good. "What the fuck" I thought to myself, "all of us can get this shit out of our system." "Holy shit...I though private Smith and I were the first to keep this shit buttoned-up." I said, gripping Phil's cheeks and spreading them apart. "Not by a long shot, son. The needs of young men can get unbearable...we all find a way to deal with it." Phil replied, sounding more at ease with the game. "Fuck me, Kevin...I'm here for you any way you need me to be." "Yes sir...thank you, sir." I said half-mockingly as I slapped Phil's ass hard. I knew the game was working for him on some level, since he called me by his son's name. "No need to be gentle, son...save that for your girlfriend." Phil groaned, as I slapped my cock into his crack. "I wish my buddy from basic was here...he'd be relieved to know we're not the only one's doing this shit." I said hoarsely before pushing the slippery head of my dripping cock into his ass. Phil gasped deeply for air and clenched the sheets on the bed tightly. "You're honor-bound to keep Private Smith's secret safe, son. Honor is everything." He grunted in a strained voice. "You're a grown man, son...I'm proud of you...take what you need like a man." With that kind of encouragement, I plunged fully into Phil's tight ass. The all-butch Marine squealed loudly, but soon began whimpering with every thrust into his bowels. Part of me enjoyed the game, but another part wanted payback for all the unexpected bullshit. "Shit, dad...Smith and I sucked each other once...but this is fucking incredible." I said, stoking the desires that he would never act upon. "Unnghh...that's it...Kevin...use my man-cunt...give that horniness someplace to go." Phil moaned, now lost in his fantasy. "So big...so strong...a solid man...and Marine." "Nice job, Sean...I mean Kevin...but I have my own needs to satisfy." Jake said quietly, stepping behind me as I thrust into friend's back-side. I could hear the sound of Jake spreading lube over his engorged tool. I paused briefly; my cock buried in Phil's ass, as Jake pressed his hand to my back and pushed his hot shaft back into my overstretched hole. My body shuddered and I groaned loudly as Jake's member slid fully inside me. "Good man, Kevin. Build those bonds that will keep your buddies close." Phil said, still imagining a twisted scene where he addressed his son's needs, while his boy served the needs of friends. I was now sandwiched between them, and the sensory overload of having a cock in my ass while fucking another, was almost too much to take. Phil was now actively clenching around my aching pole as my hips rocked between them. After a few minutes of awkward thrusting, I couldn't handle any more. "Fffuucckk...dddaaammnnn...fffuuucckkk!" I shouted, as I flooded Phil's ass with a river of cum. My ass cinched tightly around Jake's tool, and my balls practically ached with the intensity of my orgasm. As the pulsing of my cock subsided, Phil quickly pulled away, spun around, and pulled my face down to his twitching prick. "Take care of your old man, son...I know you want to honor what I've done for you." Phil said, with the scarf still covering his eyes, and his mind still in the fantasy. I really had no choice as Phil pressed his cock to my mouth. Instinctively, my lips parted and the ranger shoved at least five of his seven inches down my throat. I could feel Jake's cock swell even larger as he quickened the pace of his already rapid fucking. My deflating cock still tingled with pass over my prostate, and my mouth soon dripped with spit to accommodate the face-fucking from Phil. "Aaarrggghhh...ffffuuuccckkkk!" Jake grunted as his hips bucked violently and his cock filled my chute with seed. I could feel the warmth of his cum as it splashed inside my bowels, and soon felt the overflow spilling down the back of my balls. Within seconds, Phil was also at the point of no return. "Oh fuck, Kevin...I'm cumming, man...taste the cream that got you here, son!" Phil came in gallons. I don't know that I've ever seen a dude cum that much, even in pornos. I wasn't actually too keen on swallowing it, but his cock shot with such force, that much of it went straight down my throat. The taste wasn't great, but not awful either. I had experienced the taste of Jake's load a few times, and I learned to accept it. I still didn't understand why Emily practically begs for it. I was now truly exhausted, and the relaxed feeling from the weed didn't help. It barely registered as I saw Jake licking my cum off Phil's sack and cleaning his sticky prick. My eyes grew heavy, and I was soon asleep. I have no idea how much later it was when I awoke, but the sun was still up, so it couldn't have been very long. Jake was asleep, lying next to me, with his cock resting on his thigh and covered in dried cum. Phil was gathering his clothes and getting dressed, his short hair damp from a recent shower. "I think your father took a few too many hits after the fun was over." Phil said with a smirk on his face. "Your license is on the kitchen table. You have my word, man...I will never approach you about any of this shit again. Now that the smoke has cleared, I'm really embarrassed about you playing the role of my son. That was shit I told Jake over way too many beers. It was wrong to go there." "Yeah...well...I got off on it. That fact alone has me freaked-out...so we'll call it even." I said, reaching out to shake his hand. "You really do look a lot like him." Phil said, glancing down my still naked body. "Though I suspect his equipment is more like his old man's." a nervous smile revealed a toothy grin. "Nothing below-average there...I may not walk straight for a week." I said, mindlessly rubbing my sore back-side. "It'll pass. Look...after you've had a shower, and a few hours to stew over this...don't get too pissed with Jake. He had no intention of fucking you, any more than I had of turning you into Kevin. I am an admitted pervert, and with a little weed, I was willing to play the ring-master. The offer to beat the shit out of me still stands, whenever you'd like to collect." "I think it's safe to say that I won't come back here with him alone again. You two can fuck each other exclusively from now on." I replied, sounding agitated as I got up to find a towel for the shower. "Uh-huh...the tough, straight-guy persona is back again." Phil said, knowingly. "You learned something about yourself, man. Don't beat yourself up over it. I've done enough of that for ten people. Your wife and kid are still the center of your universe. That hasn't changed." I offered no reply as Phil grabbed his keys and walked out the door. I stood in the shower, staring at my feet as the warm water flowed over me. I knew Phil was right...I was still the same person. Hell...nothing was immensely different than when I thought only Jake and I shared infrequent sessions. Being taken by another man...now that was different. The first impression was discomfort and pain...but it soon became something else. Not only did it eventually feel good, but it required a lot of trust. Despite the events of the last few days, I knew Jake was someone I could ultimately trust. The bond between us was stronger than just a family tie...now more than ever. ++++++++++++++++++ Nearly six months have passed since the incident at the lake, and my relationship with Jake has been courteous, but always with an underlying tension. He's tried to convey regret over the whole thing several times, but I brush it off as something that just needs to be dropped. Emily is now pregnant with our second child, and the mood swings have definitely set-in. I'm sometimes in the other bedroom when she's restless and uncomfortable. Though I hadn't given it much thought before now (or perhaps actively suppressed it), my thoughts returned to the other source of relief in my family. After a few restless nights, and insistent cases of morning wood, I was ready to reconsider my options. On a Saturday morning, when I knew Kim and Emily were out shopping, I went over to my's house. I found Jake in the garage, changing a blade on one of the saws he uses for work. He was wearing old sweat pants and a paint-covered t-shirt, but obviously hadn't been working long. "Hey Sean...the girls left an hour ago...you want to plan dinner here when they return? I could fire-up the grill." Jake asked, as I grabbed a beer from the 'fridge he kept in the garage. "Yeah...that could be a good idea." I said flatly, setting my beer on the bench and stepping close behind him. "Right now...I'm thinking with all the constant bitching and mood swings...my right hand is becoming a dull partner." I reached around him, pushing my hand under the waistband of his sweats. He was going commando, and my fingers quickly found his cock and balls. My own prick swelled beneath the nylon material of my basketball shorts as I pressed against his ass. "I'm tired of acting like some abused victim, Jake. I need to bust a nut, and I think you owe me something tight and hot to fuck." I grunted, grabbing a bottle of hand lotion sitting by the slop-sink and pulling down his sweats until they piled at his ankles. "Grab the bench, dad...we don't have time for foreplay." "Any time, son....any time..."