Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 12:12:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Pete Brown <email@example.com> Subject: Stripper - Part 5 STRIPPER! Part 5 By Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com) Read all of Pete's stories in groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories Dad looked a bit surprised when I said what I wanted to do, but a sort of half smile broke out over his face and he said, half laughingly "You know, Steve, it takes a real man to get up my ass. I'm big enough and strong enough so you only get up there by invitation. And most guys, looking at me, naturally assume I'm going to fuck them and not allow myself to be fucked. But I said we were going to live together like real buddies, and between close buddies everything is mutual - sometimes we give, and sometimes we take." As he finished speaking, dad rolled over on to his stomach, crossed his arms under his face, and buried his head in them with a contented sigh. I could see his broad shoulders tapering to his narrow waist, and the curve of his muscular ass rising above it all. Dad didn't have a lot of hair on his back and shoulders, but his arms and legs were covered in short, wiry hair. He wasn't very tanned - working don the mine saw to that - but I could see the faint trace of a tan line around his ass. He really did look like one of those models from the top-shelf gay magazines, as he lay there, waiting for me. I'm a quick learner, and I remembered what dad had told me. So I got up off the bed, then slapped dad's ass, as hard as I could! My palm stung, the blow was so hard. "Turn over onto your back, and get your legs in the air", I snapped at him. "This isn't amateur night, you know!" I knew dad knew I was half joking, because he slowly turned over, locking his eyes to mine. "Dad.. You said that if you really wanted to get all your dick deep into a guy, you had to do it in the missionary position. And that fucking the guy doggy fashion, whilst easier, wasn't as penetrating. Well, the first time, I want to go all the way in....." I'd said that hesitantly, but when I saw dad still had that half smile that said he understood that I was going to be in charge, I changed my tone again and went on, harshly "So, mister, get those legs in the air, grasp your ankles and pull them apart, and let me see that ass hole of yours so I know what delights are in store for me!" Dad did as I'd said, and I knelt behind him and stared down at his hole. It was that lovely light pinky-brown against the whiteness of his skin that I had now seen so many times as I shaved him in our weekly ritual. But now it was mine to touch and fuck. I reached out my hand, and very tentatively, very hesitantly, brushed my finger over the tender flesh. I was rewarded by seeing dad move, almost involuntarily, and he gave a little sigh of pleasure. Dad had only cum a few minutes ago, and at his age I knew that it was useless to expect him to have re-charged yet. So I knew it was no use me jerking him off to provide a pool of cum to lubricate the fucking, as he had done with me. Equally, I could hardly jerk myself off, as I needed the cum to shoot up dad - and even a horny 16 year old can't do that twice in such very quick succession. Remembering what I'd read in some of the porn stories on the Internet, I bent right over so my face was right up close to his pucker. I got that wonderful rich smell of hot male ass, and my dick was completely erect - I felt sure I must be leaking precum everywhere. I screwed my mouth up and rolled my tongue around inside my mouth to get up a good volume of saliva, then spat, hard, at dad's hole. Again, there was the involuntary movement and the short sigh. Reaching out with my finger then, I started to massage my spit into dad's hole, pushing and probing so that my finger went in. It was so hot and moist in there, and I moved my finger around, pushing until my palm was flat against dad's ass cheek so that I could get all the finger up into him. I was searching around for that prostate I'd read about, because I really wanted to see dad's reaction if I massaged it, as all the stories say you should. But I couldn't feel anything, and dad's reaction didn't change much - I marked this down as something I needed to ask dad about later - I didn't want to spoil the atmosphere right now. With one finger in, I remembered what dad had done, pulled out slightly, then inserted a second, and then a third. I kept watching, eager to see what happened, and couldn't believe how flexible the flesh was there - that tight little pucker had stretched amazingly to accommodate my fingers, and dad was obviously experiencing what I had a few minutes before, as he was writhing just ever so slightly as my fingers pulled and stretched at him. But I knew I couldn't wait very long to move on - my dick was actually hurting, it was thrusting upwards so hard. And from the big threads of precum dripping from it, I knew that at any moment I was liable to shoot my load, even before I'd got it in to dad's hole. So I spat again, this time into my palm, and used it to lubricate my dick - very risky, given the hair-trigger state I was in at that moment! Look, it wasn't particularly expert. I just stabbed my dick head at dad's pucker, and pushed and pushed. After a lot of initial resistance, once my flange had got inside, I slid much more easily, and very quickly, right in - slamming my pubic bone against dad's sensitive ass and causing him to grunt with the pain. I'm not going to go on about this in all the gory detail - firstly, I know you all know what it's like to fuck a guy, and secondly, looking back at it, I'm a bit ashamed at what a fumbling mess I made of it. Still, I suppose we all do that, the first time, don't we? I'd really only slid in and out a couple of times when I felt that unmistakable sensation in my balls and in my dick as a huge load of cum just had to force its way out. I had to stop fucking - all I could do was just kneel there and feel my cum pumping out from me and shooting deep inside dad. I collapsed forwards to lie on dad's lovely hairy chest, and he wrapped his arms and legs around me, holding me tight to him and in him. "Dad.... I'm sorry..." "For what, Steve? You didn't hurt me, you know.... It's just that any man touching me there gives me such... Such... Pure pleasure" "But dad... I'm sorry for cumming so quickly. I wanted to fuck you for hours, to go on and on, to really give you a fucking you would remember for ever. I wanted it to be as special for you as I was hoping it was going to be for me.... And it was all over so quickly, I had no time to take it all in." "Don't worry about it, Steve. You young guys are always too quick to cum. It doesn't matter when you're fucking a girl, as all their pleasure is from the foreplay. But you need to slow down for another guy - next time, we'll jerk you off first, before you start: by the time you're ready to cum, you'll have been able to fuck for at least ten minutes!". Dad was laughing as he said this, and I knew he was secretly proud of my virility. Actually, what I'd told dad was not quite true. I had remembered quite a lot of it. I particularly remember how much I enjoyed the feeling of thrusting my dick into dad's hole. I enjoyed being on top of him, in control. I enjoyed burying myself into his body, and filling him up with my cum. I wanted to have that feeling of mastery and control again, of ordering him to lie how I wanted, then of having him lie there under me, waiting for me to enter him and fill him with my body. I pulled out gradually, then sort of pushed dad's arms away, and stood up. "Stay there!", I told him, just as he had told me. I went into the bathroom and spent a long time washing dad's crap off my dick, and I could see him watching me through the open bathroom door, with a sort of amused smile on his face. He continued to smile as I came back with a wad of toilet tissue, then told him to spread his legs and lift his ass off the bed, so I could clean him up. Everything that he, as a grown man, could do for me, I was determined to do back to him. Dad had said when he wiped my ass, and I'd told him I was so embarrassed, that this was one of the most intimate things one guy could do for another. As I sponged away at him, I saw what he meant. More even than fucking, taking charge of the other guy in this way really demonstrates who's the boss. We lay together for quite along time after that, just talking, about nothing much, really, and occasionally reaching out and languidly playing with each other's bodies. I ran my fingers over dad's upper part, feeling the sheer power in his chest, and the hard ridges in his belly. He did the same to me, and said how well I was coming on from the games and gym work at school. We just played with each other's dicks, too - not to jerk each other off, or anything, just to enjoy the pleasure of having the other's dick in our hands and feel it's silky warmth. I felt so close to dad, and knew that this was how two real equals would be with each other. "Look, Steve, we can't lie here all day, you know", dad said finally. "Why not, dad... Just another hour or so. There's no game this afternoon, so I'm free all day." "Well you might want to laze around all day, but I've got a guy from work coming over. He's had a lot of trouble with the exhaust system on his SUV, and I'm going to help him fix it. He got a stupid price from the local repair shop, and when I listened to it in the car park as we were leaving after our shift, I thought it sounded like something really simple - I hate to see the guy ripped off by the repairers, as he's saving hard to get married." Just as he said this, we heard the throaty roar of a broken exhaust coming up the street. Dad leaped lightly to his feet, pulled on a pair of shorts, socks, and his tough work boots, and quickly splashed some water over his face and hands. "Come on, lazy bones!", he said to me. "Get out of the sack, and come and meet Jase. It's only polite. I don't want him to think I've got a lazy bastard of a son who spends all Saturday in his pit!". So Idid the same. It was a hot morning, and so I too just pulled on some shorts, and a pair of sneakers. We went outside, and a tall, well built man wearing dungarees jumped down easily from his SUV. "Hi, Joe", he said to dad. "Hi, Jase. You found it, then - I told you we were not as far out of town as you expected. This is the son and heir, Steve" Jase stretched out his hand, and we shook. Like dad, he had strong, broad hands and I could tell from the confident way he squeezed me that he was a man who was used to using his body - so many guys give you a timid little squeeze, as if they're afraid they might hurt you, or as if they don't know how to work their muscles. But Jase was all man, all confident. Dad and Jase went off and started to work on the SUV, and I sat on the porch with a book, studying. Well, I was supposed to be studying, but I couldn't help watching dad and Jase work away. Dad, as I've said, was just in a pair of old shorts and work boots, so I could see most of his body as he worked away. Jase's dungarees gave me exciting occasional views of his chest and back as the "bib" part moved in and out from his body. He wasn't as well muscled as dad, but he had good, strong development. You could tell he was used to working hard down the mine, as there wasn't an ounce of fat visible on him. I wondered what his ass and his legs were like, but the floppy dungarees really concealed it all. Neither could I make even a guess about his dick - the dungarees were so loose that they totally concealed whatever delights might be nestling there. They were both under the SUV, banging away at something, and I could see dad's hairy, strong legs moving around as he tried to get a purchase on something to exert more power on whatever he was doing. It was great - as he shuffled around I could see occasional glimpses of his dick and his balls up the leg of his shorts. Somehow, it was much more erotic than seeing him totally naked, and I felt myself getting a real hard-on. Was it just that I was used to seeing dad nude, and the skimpy shorts somehow turned the flashes of cock and balls into an exhibition? Or was it seeing the two bodies side by side? After about an hour they both got out, and I could hear them muttering about taking a break from the bitch of a thing. Both were covered in sweat from their exertions, and there were dark patches in the crotch of dad's shorts and Jase's dungarees. Dad told me to go and fetch them a couple of beers, and they sat on the porch steps, side by side, drinking them out of the cans. "OK, Jase, back to the struggle!", dad said, and they both got up. "Man, it's so hot today. I'm going to put on my mining clothes!", he continued. With that, dad unbuttoned the top of his shorts, let them fall to the ground, and simply stepped out of them. He gave a little "flick" at his dick to free it from where the sweat was sticking it to his balls, and said "Come on, Jase! You must be even hotter in those dungarees. There are no neighbours to worry about - pretend you're down the mine!" "Sure Joe - it's just that - well, your son, you know...." "Don't worry about Steve. He sees me naked all the time, and he's a star football player at school so he's used to seeing guys naked in the showers. I know you've got nothing to be ashamed of.... Just pretend we're at work, as usual...." Jase gave a sort of shrug, and sat on the porch steps to take his boots off - unlike dad's shorts with wide legs, his dungarees wouldn't slide over his boots. Then he undid the bib part of his dungarees and let them fall, so I could see his upper body fully now. Very nicely muscled, but almost no hair - both dad and I were well thatched, and Jase's almost hairless chest made his nipples stand out well. He unbuttoned the side of the dungarees, and pushed them down. He was wearing white cotton boxers, and he'd been sweating so much that they were sticking to him - I could see the pink of his ass quite clearly through the wet, translucent cotton as he bent down. Jase was going to put his boots back on, when dad said "Oh, come on! Those clammy boxers can't be any fun! Remember when I first arrived at the mine, all you guys used to take your shorts off once you were at the face, but kept your boxers on. It was horrible having to work like that, with the humidity from the dust-damping sprays and the heat. When I took my shorts off that first day and you saw I didn't bother with underwear, you all jeered - but you soon saw how much more comfortable I was working naked. And now you all do it - I think there's been a big increase in visitors, you know, since we all started working in the nude. I guess they get a charge from seeing a gang of men in hard hats, work boots, a leather tool belt, and nothing else!" "Sure Joe, but Steve...." "Don't worry about him.... Hey, Steve, if Jase and I are going to be naked here, there's no reason for you to keep those shorts on. Strip 'em off, boy!" "Sure, dad". Without hesitation I unbuttoned my shorts, let them drop, and stepped out of them. I saw Jase looking at me, and then he shrugged, pushed his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, and pushed them down. He had a nice dick - not as thick as dad's, a bit slimmer, to complement his generally less muscular body. But his balls were good and heavy, and were swinging down almost to the end of his dick. It was a pity he was like most of the guys at school - cut, but I guess you don't escape the knife unless it's a family tradition like for dad and me. As he bent down to pull his boots back on, I got that sight that's always good to see in a well-hung man: the back view of Jase's long legs and lean thighs, with his balls swinging between them Dad and Jase walked back to start work on the SUV again, and as they did so dad put an arm around Jase's naked shoulders - just companionably, as you might to a good buddy. I noticed that Jase didn't make any attempt to stop him, so guessed they did this at the mine all the time. I wanted to be Jase then, to have dad walking next to me in that friendly; or did I want to be dad, and be able to feel Jase's body pressed against mine? Now when they were lying under the SUV I couldn't work at all. As the two men lay side by side, just the bottom of their bodies stuck out, and I got fantastic views of their dicks. And as they struggled to get a grip on whatever it was they were trying to undo under there, they kicked their legs around in the dirt to try to get a purchase, and I got flashes of their ass holes. I knew all about dad's, of course, but I was surprised to see that Jase, too, seemed to have shaved himself down there - or perhaps it was just that he wasn't particularly hairy, and his blond hair did not show up well against the white of his skin. I longed to go over there, kneel down in-between the two men, and surprise them by feeling their dicks and discovering the mystery of Jase's crack hair by running a finger down to it after stroking his balls. But whilst I knew that what dad and I did together couldn't possibly be wrong, I also knew that, stupidly, a lot of men didn't think you should enjoy other guys. So I had to hold myself in check and not go and savour Jase in case he was one of those stupid fuckers. Not that it was easy - my erection was so hard that it was almost painful! Dad and Jase worked on, and dad called out to me to make some sandwiches. All three of us then lazed around on the porch for an hour or so, eating away, chatting, and drinking a couple more beers. It was good that all three of us were naked - it made for us being totally relaxed, and equal: it didn't matter that we were different ages, and did different jobs. Without our clothes who was able to tell what we did? Jase looked a but surprised when dad let me have a beer, and when dad saw him look, he said "Steve and I are more like buddies, than father and son. Living here as just a couple of guys alone, without a woman around, we share everything: going to the market, cleaning the house, cooking... Steve and I are just equals. We share everything.... And I mean everything....." Jase gave dad a sort of strange look when he said this, because dad had lowered his voice and gone very slowly as he spoke. But nothing more was said, and after we'd finished eating and drinking, we just sat and shot the breeze for an hour or so, as guys do. W didn't talk about anything in particular, but I learned that Jase was 26 years old, and had lived in the town all his life. He'd gone straight from High School into the mine, and had stayed there ever since. He'd said he'd wanted to go to college, but there was no money - but "actually, he was quite happy working away in a no-stress job that kept him in good shape." We were to find out later that Jase actually did mind not going to college - it had really fucked up his life, but I'll tell you more of that later. Dad and Jase went back to work, and it took all afternoon until Jase got up, climbed into the SUV, and started to scream. "Jesus fucking Christ!", he raged as he leapt down. "The fucking sun on the seats! Sweet Jesus, my ass!" He had completely forgotten he was naked, and the SUV had been in the sun! But when he'd put a towel on the seats, he started it up and the beast sounded normal. He and dad grinned at each other, and shook hands, slapping each other on the backs as they did. It was great to see them there, completely unselfconscious: two guys who'd done a good job, congratulating themselves on it. Dad and Jase decided to go and shower, and dad told me to light the barbecue as we'd ask Jase to stay for supper. It was ready to start cooking when they came out again, and I noticed they'd not bothered to dress, as the night was very hot. They obviously thought they'd finished work, though, as they'd left their boots off and so were both absolutely naked. Dad's great at barbecuing, and I microwaved jacket potatoes, and made a salad. Jase just sat and watched us, pulling at a can of beer from time to time. We ate, and we all had a couple more beers. Then a couple more. At about 9 o'clock, Jase suddenly said "Shit, Joe! I'm in big trouble! I've got to get over to Albuquerque - I have to go there, to my ex-girl friend, every Saturday night..." "Hey, slow down, Jase.... You're not going anywhere", dad said sternly. "You've had too many beers, and if the cops stopped you you'd be done for DUI sure as eggs is eggs. If they took your licence away, you wouldn't be able to get to work.... Or to Albuquerque, ever! You'd better call this lady and tell her you're not going to make it this Saturday..." "No - I can't do that. There are 'reasons'. No, I've got to go." "Jase, I said no. You're not leaving for a few hours, after those beers. Now, sit down, and relax." But Jase didn't do as dad said, and went to start pulling his dungarees on. Dad reached out, pulled the dungarees away from Jase, fumbled in the pocket and hauled out the SUV keys." "NO, Jase. We can't let you drive. I'm going to hold onto these keys for a few hours." "Hey, Joe... I need those keys. Give them to me!" "No." "Well, I guess I'll just have to take them..." Jase advanced on dad, who simply raised his arm in the air so that the keys were held high up. Jase went to try to snatch them, and instead only succeeded in rubbing his naked body against dad's - I could see his dick run along dad's upper thigh as he tried to stretch up to get the keys. "Joe... I was high school wrestling champion.... If you don't give me those keys, I'm going to have to take them, and possibly hurt you..." "Come and try, Jase - don't forget, I was in the marines, and I know a few things about fighting...." The next minute the two naked men were rolling around on the floor, struggling furiously. Dad sort of tossed the keys into a corner, so he could concentrate on the fight. They weren't hurting each other, and it was almost as if it was one of those "pretend" fights that adolescent boys sometimes have - but these were two big, manly men with superb bodies. And they were naked. Dad was heavier and more muscular than Jase, but Jase had ten years on dad in age, and I guess that does tell, however fit you are. They rolled over and over, and I was instantly erect - two naked men fighting was just the most amazing thing I'd ever seen, and it was totally erotic. I kept seeing their bodies sliding over each other as each was pouring with sweat. I saw dicks and balls sometimes pressed into each other, and sometimes rubbing along the other guy's body. Both men were grunting and half-shouting insults at each other, and, overlaying the general sweaty smell, there was an unmistakable something else - male sex pheromones pouring out of each other, as the two men engaged in some ancient struggle for supremacy. It was Jase's hair that let him down - dad and I both have buzz cuts, but Jase wore his blond hair long, and had it fastened at the back in a pony tail to keep it to of his face. Dad won because he grabbed at this convenient handle, wrenched Jase's head back, and then as Jase went to scream, flipped him over so he was on his back. Dad leaped astride Jase's body, pushing his knees into Jase's biceps to pinion his arms to the floor. Dad's dick was hovering over Jase's mouth, and I could see a thin slime of precum working it s way out of his dick head. I wondered if Jase was worried in case his face got covered in precum. "OK, Jase... Give in?" "No, you bastard..." "Give in, Jase, or take the consequences...." "Fuck you, Joe.." I was looking on in astonishment, my erection almost hitting the ceiling. What was dad going to do to Jase? His dick was so close to Jase's mouth... Surely he wasn't going to....." But dad just shrugged his shoulders, and lightly got up and stood over Jase. "Hey, man. I guess I'm being stupid", dad said. "You're a grown man, and what you do is your own affair. But just don't say I didn't warn you about DUI..." Jase got up, too, and just stood there, sort of looking down at the floor. Both men were breathing hard. "Joe.... You're right. If you'd tried to make me not go, I'd just have fought on. But stopping like that, after you'd conquered me.... I can see you're the boss, and you're right... So if I can't drive home, are you going to give me a bed for the night?" "Sure, Jase... We've got a very special bed here for guys...." End of part 5. To be continued.