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Chances

by Boy4You


Dad's drinking had gotten worse. He's not really an alcoholic in the sense, that he dwindles all of our money away on beer, or is even a mean drunk, but most weekends he was three sheets to the wind, and just being down right irritating. Asking questions only a straight man would ask. By that I mean stupid ones. After a month or so of this, mom moved out their bedroom, and made a bedroom out of the living room . At first it didn't strike me why she had moved out of their room; but I'm not stupid I could feel the tension between the two. It mounted as time went by, after two months of this dad was extremely irritable from the lack of pussy and having to substitute with his right hand. Mom was even more hateful due to dad's irritability. Home was not a pleasant place. As I said before I am not when I see my chances I take them. See, I am gay and find my father extremely good looking. I don't know why he is not a stud or a hunk by any means. He is however attractive, and the first guy I ever had a crush on. The crush came mostly because it was easy for me to see him in undies or "accidentally" walk in on him while his is naked. I suppose It would be better to start with his good features first. Legs, arms, back, ass, and cock. His legs are perfectly shaped, muscles bulging in all the right places, and lightly haired with coal black silky hair. the man has awesome biceps, and triceps. A perfect blue vein runs down the top of his biceps and pops up with the least bit of effort from the muscle. His forearms are thickly veined, and muscled, dark and covered with thick hair. Now let's talk about his ass. Boy o' boy does he ever have a nice ass. Perfectly round, bubbling just enough to fill his jeans nicely but not so much as to be obscene. It was even more beautiful in the buff. Shining white, and skin so soft silk would be envious. His crack is deep and runs perfectly between the two gigantic mounds of rock. The piece of meat hanging between the man’s legs is nothing short of gorgeous! 8"X5" when hard, cut, big purple head. All and all he was not bad, just the typical middle aged beer gut, but the pecs are still maintained, though not as hard as they once were, still nice to the touch. Now that you know what he looks like we can move on with the story. Mom was at her sisters house helping her paint and would be there till around 11:30 that night. Dad works nights and was just getting out of the shower when I got home. I put my books down and headed into the laundry room, which is also his bathroom, to fold my clothes. When I went in he had a towel wrapped around his waist and was blow drying his hair. Dad works nights so I had to make my move fast, he would be leaving in an hour. I couldn't wait for him to ask me to put lotion on his back. As I stood there folding the clothes I watched the muscles in his pack ripple as the blow dryer moved back and forth. His ass muscles flexed. God he was hot. When he was finished, "Brad, do me a favor and put some lotion on my back will ya?" I finished folding the shirt I had in my hands and walked over to where he was standing in front of the mirror. I put a generous squirt into my hand and rubbed my palms together so the lotion would be warm. Placing my hands on his shoulders I started massaging; working my way down his back, and getting new lotion when needed. I was at the base of his back, I got more lotion, more than I really needed, and started working it in, when I reached the towel, I hit it with my hand, purposefully, and knocked it to the ground. "Sorry, almost finished." I needed the lubricant into the base of his back, but I still had an excessive amount, so I moved to where his ass crested. He didn't do anything to stop me so I continued downward, I was on his cheeks, I bent down, kneading them, filling the hard muscles underneath. I let my thumbs slip into his crack, on each downward stroke they got deeper, finally they were brushing his asshole, after several times of that he walked out of the room throwing a "Thanks" over his shoulder. I sat back on my heels, and rubbed my own 7" boner through my pants. My mind raced thinking of my next step, but when he walked back into the room with his fat, half hard cock and balls packed into his tight gray boxer briefs. I knew exactly what I must do. He was finished brushing his teeth, he turned around. I was standing directly behind him he stopped dead, I looked down at his still half aroused cock, I reached out and placed my hand and against his downward pointing cock, and squeezed. His head went back, and a soft sigh escaped his throat. The massive meat began to grow beneath my touch. I bent down and blew through the fabric, and pulled his cock and balls through the fly. His dick was even better up close, the purple head throbbed, his veins bulged. A drop of precum oozed from his piss slit. I looked up to his face, but his head was still thrown back, his nipples were hard. Sliding my tongue out of my mouth I licked over the head, tasting the sweet juice, before I knew what was happening his hand was on the back of my head forcing my mouth over his hard member. I opened my mouth and let his dick slide in, the length and width was hard to get down my throat, but the push of his hand was greater than my gag reflexes and my nose was in his pubic hairs before I knew it. My tongue came out of my mouth and caressed his balls. I let my hand slide up to his nipples and pulled them while my head bobbed up and down. He didn't last long, his sperm was shooting down my throat and out my nose. I have never seen anyone come that hard or much. At least fifteen thick ropes of cum ripped from his balls, and into my mouth. After he finished cumming, I licked his crotch, legs and stomach clean. I pulled his underwear back up and placed his half limp cock back inside. I stood up, put my arms around his waist, and squeezed his ass while my head rested on his strong chest, my tongue teasing his sensitive nipples. "Get off me, I shouldn't have let you done that, and you shouldn't have brought it on." With that he left the room, and left me standing, with cum on my face. If you liked this story, please e-mail me!! I want to write more chapters and would like to hear your ideas. Here is my address, please e-mail me, with your comments!! brock@haz-uky.campus.mci.net

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Chances

Dad's drinking had gotten worse. He's not really an alcoholic in the sense, that he dwindles all of our money away on beer, or is even a mean drunk, but most weekends he was three sheets to the wind, and just being down right irritating. Asking questions only a straight man would ask. By that I mean stupid ones. After a month or so of this, mom moved out their

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