Pining
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After our intense experience out back by the pine break, Dad and I put away our spent packages, zipped/buttoned up, and started making our way back to the farmhouse as the sun disappeared behind the Rockies. Instead of struggling through an awkward silence after all that was said and done, the experience seemed to liberate us and bring us closer together. By the time we reached the wide porch, we were already back to one of our favorite pastimes: arguing about regional and national politics.
“Well, I guess, as usual, we’ll have to agree to disagree about that,” he concluded after a heated discussion. “So, are you able to stay for dinner? I cooked up a good stew yesterday and still have plenty of leftovers.”
I could see that he really wanted me to stay, and it was clear that the nights alone here were hard for him, even three years on, so I told him I’d give Elisa a call to let her know the change of plans. Hearing the news, a smile widened on his face and he began getting things ready for the meal.
“Hope you can excuse my lack of dinner party etiquette,” he quipped. “It’s been awhile.”
“No worries,” I replied watching him move around the sparse kitchen. “Need any help?”
“Naw ... just reheating stuff and putting together a little salad ... Should be done pretty soon. How about fishing in the fridge for a beer. I think I’ve got a couple of types in there.”
“Alright if I take this prized Guinness? It’s the last one,” I asked.
“Sure, help yourself ... it’s just that I was looking forward to savoring that last frothy brew, but ... naw ... you go ahead and enjoy it,” he replied, dripping with sarcasm.
“Don’t mind if I do!” I shot back, rubbing it in.
“You bastard,” he growled, chuckling. “Then I guess I’ll have that skanky IPA in the back there.”
I popped the top of both beers, handed him the Guinness, and moseyed over to the small kitchen table, I took a big sip and let the cold beer work its magic on its way down to my belly. “Ahhhhhh!”
Then, gathering up a bit of courage with the help of the beer, I asked, “You really alright with all that happened this afternoon?”
“I was gonna ask you the same thing!” he laughed, stirring the slowly heating pot with his back turned toward me.
“Had you ever done that with any other guys? Like, when you were younger?”
“Truth be hold, I did ... but that was way back when I was in high school in the 60s,” he confessed. “Me and three other guys took a trip out to the local river to do some swimming, and we were having a good ol’ time. Then, at one point after we’d been there awhile, my friend, Curtis, snuck up behind my other friend, Paul, while they were on shore and pulled down his trunks. We all knew Paul had the biggest cock among us because we had taken showers together at school. And we also knew was a complete exhibitionist, so it was no surprise that he just casually stepped out of his trunks and did a muscle man pose before cannonballing back into the river.”
He paused to take a take a sip of beer.
“He told us how great it felt without his trunks and dared the rest of us to take ours off, too. Well ... It didn’t take much convincing ... and pretty soon it was just four naked high school boys swimming and running around that deserted stretch of river.”
“Sounds like a great afternoon!” I confessed.
“Being teens, it didn’t take us long to all get hard horsing around and talking about girls, so Paul eventually called us over to come join him on shore. Let me tell you ... there wasn’t a soft cock among us as we walked over to join him by a huge boulder.”
“I’m guessing yours must have been a close second to Paul’s,” I ventured, recalling what I saw at the pine break.
Rubbing his nails on his shirt with an air of superiority, he boasted, “Why yes, I’d have to say that it was.”
We both chuckled.
“Anyway, Curtis goes ‘Grab ‘em if you’ve got em, guys!’ and wraps his hand around his shaft and starts jerking off right there. Being naked in front of other guys was ONE thing, but I’d never jerked off with anybody before, so this was a big deal for me ... And by the look on the other guys’ faces, I think they were in the same boat ... We just kinda looked at each other and tentatively started whacking off.”
“Man, that must have been a rush!” I observed, adjusting my own cock in my pants.
“Sure was! ... Everybody was just kinda quiet, looking at everyone else’s junk getting stroked, and it didn’t take long for Eric to start spraying first. It was clear he was getting close before the rest of us, so we told him to point it at the boulder and spray there. Even though his cock was quite a bit smaller, he sure shot one hell of a ferocious load ... let me tell you!”
“Can’t underestimate the little guys,” I teased, holding up my beer.
“No you can’t!” he agreed. “Then Curtis was the next to cum, so it was just me and Paul left ... We were giving it all we had while the other two guys watched, and then I start cumming on the boulder and laid down a great load. Paul, despite his impressive cock starts cumming, but his turned out to be a dud ... just a disappointing dribble more than anything else. Me and the other guys started ribbing him about his small load, and I don’t think he ever lived that down.”
“Live by the sword, die by the sword,” I sighed, somewhat glad that Paul had gotten his comeuppance that day.
“Yeah, the other guys and I always teased him about it after that,” Dad confided.
“Well, I’m sorry to say that I don’t have a comparable memorable experience to share,” I sighed. “Never participated in any circle jerks when I was in school,” I confessed.
“It’s a shame youth is wasted on the young,” he huffed, getting the stew ready.
I agreed and was honestly surprised that he had had a homoerotic experience. There was definitely more to him than I’d given him credit for.
“Well, I may be lacking experience in that area, but you might be surprised to learn that your daughter-in-law is no stranger to experimenting with the same sex,” I announced, which got him to turn his head around real quick.
“Oh? ... Do tell!” he replied with his interested clearly piqued.
“Now before I tell you, you have to be aware that this was shared in strictest confidence, so there’s no way this should ever get back to her, you hear?” I cautioned.
“Scouts honor,” Dad assured me.
“You were never in the scouts!” I replied dryly.
“Will you stop nit picking and just spill the beans already!”
“OK ... OK ... Well, you see ... when your Elisa was a freshman in college, she joined a sorority...” I began.
“Hmmmm ... I can sorta see where this is headed,” Dad chuckled, adjusting the front of his jeans. “But please continue.”
“Well, as part of their initiation, she and the new pledges had to get to know each other and the older sorority sisters ... let’s just say, quite intimately. For one ceremony, all of the new pledges, about five girls, got liquored up real good and then were put together in a darkened room and told to strip. Then, a few minutes later, the fully-clothed older sisters entered and handed out dog collars with little tags that had their nicknames on it.”
I took a swig of the IPA.
“Once the pledges put on the collars, the older members became their ‘handlers’ and made them get on all fours. Then, they snapped leashes on them and led them out into the backyard of the house ... still on all fours.”
“Wow! That’s some wild rich girl shit right there! They were paraded around in the middle of the day like that?” he asked.
“No, it was at night and they had a nice high fence around the place, so no neighbors could see, but still ... Anyway, the new girls were led around on the grass in the yard for a good long while, and then the head of the house announced that all of the girls had to ‘do their business’ in the yard before coming back in the house.
“Elisa said that she was buzzing so hard and so full of beer that she didn’t think twice about coping a bitch squat right in front of everybody and letting out a big ol’ stream as soon as she could,” I laughed.
“Man, she must have been SO out of it,” Dad chuckled, clearly needing to adjust himself again, prodded by the image.
“Yep ... I was pretty surprised to hear that she actually did it ... So after all of the girls had relieved themselves on the lawn, they were led back into the house, still on their leashes and still on all fours.”
“Too bad I wasn’t there to witness that lovely parade!” he quipped.
“Right?! So Elisa tells me that they walked them back upstairs to the same room where they had stripped and had them line up, still on all fours, side by side ... butt to butt. Then, their handlers went over to a table, grabbed a cock-shaped vibrator, and knelt down behind them.
“The head of the house said something like, ‘OK bitches, now we’re gonna play a little game to see which one of you has the shortest & and longest fuse. Your handler is gonna use their toy to try to get you off as quickly as they can ... but remember handlers ... NO PENETRATION! Just work those lips and clits, girls.”
“Sounds like a fun bunch,” Dad responded. “Wish I could have been a fly on the wall in THAT room.” He turned off the stew, poured it into bowls, and brought our salads out to the table. It was clear that he had grown some serious wood listening to my tale.
“Tell me about it!” I shot back. “Well, at least we were able to get this firsthand account ... Beggars can’t be choosers, right?”
“So true ... so true,” Dad agreed. “Please do continue,” he added, enjoying a spoonful of hot stew.
“Well, Elisa told me that all the handlers made them spread their knees wide, giving them and the lead girl a perfect view of their goods. She confessed that it felt so damn exciting to be put on display like that.”
“A bit of an exhibitionist, is she?” Dad asked, his eyebrows raised.
“You might say that,” I confided. The head of the house went around making comments like, ‘Oooh weee ... Looks like we’ve got a good crop of juicy Georgia peaches this year, girls’ and stuff like that. And she quickly discovered that her handler sure knew her way around a vibrator, because she wielded that sucker like Michelangelo wielding a paintbrush ... Touching all the right spots at just the right time.”
“Mmmmmm ... give me a minute to let that image sink, won’t you.”
“Sure thing ... Anyway, all the while, the head of the house continued marching around closely inspecting each handler’s progress, and they were all yelling out the filthiest stuff they could to send those poor pledges over the edge ... Stuff like ‘Let’s find out which one of daddy’s cute little cunts is gonna pop first’ or ‘C’mon you prissy slut, you know you want to cum so bad on this plastic cock!’’
“So don’t keep me in suspense ... How did things turn out for my dear daughter-in-law?” Dad asked, practically drooling.
“Well, according to her, the girls to the left and right of her didn’t last long at all ... They were shaking and collapsing onto their arms in no time after some expert diddling by their handlers. But she and two other girls were able to hold off for about another five minutes. Finally, it was just her and this Asian-American girl, but I guess that other girl was able to find her zen happy place, because Elisa started orgasming before her.
“Ooohhh ... sooo close!” Dad exclaimed, pounding the table with feigned disappointment.
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