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As our erections slowly began to melt away, both George and Tom walked up and shook my hand.
“Long time, no see. How’ve ya been, Charlie?” asked Tom.
“Just fine, Mr. Nelson, but I’m sure my face is ten shades of red at the moment. Pretty dirty trick!”
“Actually, your Dad got me the same way the first time we came out here,” he confessed. “He started talking about all the sex he was having with your Mom, and my little prick was at full attention when he dragged me out to meet the other guys. Let me tell you, I was really self-conscious about my size and about being nude in front of other people. I just wanted to crawl into a hole when I made my grand entrance sporting wood ... not that anyone could really tell the difference,” he laughed grabbing his modest crotch.
“Yeah, I still remember your face that day, Tom,” Mr. Brookings chimed in. “I thought you were gonna have a heart attack.” Turning to me he said, “Nice to see you again, Charlie! Yeah, Your Dad got me that way, too. He really knows how to get the juices flowing with his stories, doesn’t he. Anyway, you guys had it easy, because the first time I came out here, they threw me an extra curve by having some women folk in the crowd. Let me tell you, there’s nothing like having your cock being ridiculed of by some beautiful ladies right off the bat,” he said with a scowl. “I’m still thinking of a way to get you back, Bob!,” he yelled over at my Dad.
“What are you complaining about, George? Didn’t you end up planting that mushroom head of yours into one of those beautiful ladies in the grass out there later that very same day?” said Dad, grinning.
“That’s beside the point, Bob,” replied Mr. Brookings with a ‘yeah, ya got me’ look on his face.
“Hey, how about if I get all you guys a fresh beer,” said Jack. “Charlie, have a seat and make sure these other knuckleheads don’t let the meat burn”
“Sure thing, Jack,” I replied.
“Here son,” said Dad, tossing me a small towel. “Sorry about throwing you in the lion’s den, but tradition is tradition.” I caught the towel and wiped up my cock dribble as best I could. Despite my return to a flaccid state, I could feel my balls working overtime. I hoped that I wouldn’t get a bad case of ‘blue balls’ before the afternoon was over.
“You really got me, old man. Maybe Mr. Brookings and I will have to discuss becoming co-conspirators for revenge,” I joked.
“Hey, count me in,” voted George. “I’ve got some possible ideas. Let’s talk later,” he said, lowering his voice spy-like. “Anyway, so how’s everything going these days? Your Dad that you were up in Seattle. How’s life in the north country?”
“Pretty good,” I said. “The job has been going well and there’s plenty to do up there.”
“Just no pussy,” cracked Dad, listening in to our conversation. “He’s been living like a monk up there! But now that he and Erika are together for their visit here ... let me tell you, the fireworks have started flying,” he said, gyrating his hips all over the place.
“Sounds like you got some inside knowledge, Bob,” said Tom. “Do we have to twist your arm?”
“No arm twisting necessary, my good friends,” laughed Dad. “Should you tell them or should I?” asked Dad, shooting a glance my way.
“Well, if I have to listen to my sex life being broadcast to the world, it should be done by the better storyteller,” I replied, pointing to him with an open hand. “Just make the sex 10 times hotter and my cock twice as big,” I requested. The other guys burst out laughing.
“You sure it wouldn’t be better the other way around?” joked George. More laughter.
“OK, guys, so there Mable and I were after having the hottest fuck of our lives... , “ began Dad, describing the events from last night. As his narrative continued, the deck quickly became cluttered with even more hard wood, If you can tell a good sex story by the number of times guys have to wipe their dribbling cocks, then Dad’s recount of my exploits was a success. Lucky for me I had a towel.
“ ... so then we hear them two slapping together like crazy on the other side of that wall. Charlie here is grunting like a lowland gorilla and his girl is begging for more taps from his hot meat. I mean, she sounded like one hot cunt, if you ask me,” said Dad, winking and smiling in my direction.
Suddenly, the sliding door opened and out strode Jack with a handful of beers. We were so engrossed in the story, that I think everybody had forgotten about him ... and the beers. That quickly changed, and we each grabbed one as quickly as we could, taking huge swigs in unison.
“Looks like I missed something good, by the happy expressions on your cocks,” Jack quipped, examining his guests. “Anybody care to get me up to speed?”
“Bob was just spilling the beans about what went on in Charlie’s bedroom last night,” explained Tom.
“Bob! Have you no decency? What father would tell his friends about his son’s love life?” said Jack with a mock expression of seriousness.
“A sick fuck like Bob, that’s who!” blurted out George, with a big smile. “And we’re lucky to have him. Now would you please stop interrupting the sick fuck and let him finish his story?” he continued, glaring at Jack. It was clear that Mr. Brooking was enjoying the tale. As Dad talked, I noticed him using his thumb and index finger to spread his juice evenly over his large, reddened cockhead at regular intervals, making it shine like a waxed plumb.
“Whoa, whoa, George! Don’t get your prostate in a knot. Since I didn’t catch the first part, I’ll be over here attending to the steaks ... the ones you guys have obvious not even looked at,” replied Jack crossly. “Anyway, I hope you don’t mind, Charlie, but I’ll use my imagination to fill in what I missed”
“It’s probably more exciting than what actually happened,” I said modestly.
“Don’t let him fool you, Jack. This guy is a fucking animal in the sack,” said Dad proudly. “Here’s to lowland gorillas!!” he said, raising his beer in a toast.
“To lowland gorillas!” replied everyone in unison, tapping their bottles loudly.
“I don’t even want to know,” sighed Jack, tending to the bar-b-que while we all had a big laugh.
“Well, since Jack missed the first part of the story,” I interrupted, “I think, to be fair, we should leave it there.” My idea, however, was greeted by a howl of protest. “Instead!” I quickly interjected, “I think it would be more interesting to hear about the sexual exploits of the father of the lowland gorilla.”
“Here, here!!” quickly voted three of the audience members.
“Noooow ... I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” said one in decent. But before he could voice his protests too loudly, I started in with a recount of my own.
“So there Erika and I were before having the greatest fuck of our lives...” I began. With as much storytelling skill as I could muster, I tried to paint in vivid detail what I heard transpire in my parents’ bedroom the previous night.
“ ... and so the father of the lowland gorilla was grunting away like crazy, as he planted his 10-inch cock...”
“Hey, hey ... let’s not get too carried away,” piped in Tom, supported by the nodding heads of two of the others.
“ ... as he planted his 7-inch cock...”
“Hey, where’s my half inch!” protested Dad, to loud howls from the rest of the audience to stop interrupting.
“ ... as he planted his seven-and-a-half inch tusk of manhood...”
“I like that,” whispered Jack, nodding and poking my Dad in the ribs.
“ ... deep into the quivering quim of his mate. She bellowed her ecstasy for the whole world ... or house, as it were ... to hear. Having completed the task of providing his beloved with several orgasms ... as previous recounted ... the mighty papa gorilla thrust his meaty spear into the very depths of his bride’s womanhood, where he let flow his fertile seed of life.”
“Well, I might have to call you on that ‘fertile’ bit,” Jack said under his breath.
“That’s not what Kitty’s ultrasound said, Jack,” retorted Dad with a wink. Everyone laughed.
At the end of my narrative, I considered my efforts successful, as there was not a dry, limp cock in the house.
“Bravo, bravo, great orator!” shouted George.
“You did good, son,” complemented Dad. “Look! I believe that’s the highest Jack’s been able to get his cock up since high school.”
Everyone’s eyes found Jack’s cock, and sure enough ... it was straining skyward at a solid 60-degree angle. Everyone laughed.
“Kitty, and her baby ... according to Bob ... better watch out tonight,” said Jack, relishing the attention. He leaned back and flexed his leg muscles and buttocks so that his impressive erection climbed even higher skyward. A fresh river of precum flowed from the shiny head of his 9-inch cock, and the network of veins carrying the literal lifeblood of his hardon pulsed vigorously. “Yeeaaahhhh!” he bellowed with clinched fists.
“Magnificent!” shouted Mr. Brookings, and we all put down our beers to applauded Jack’s manly display.
“Now that’s what I call a lowland gorilla!” said Dad. “Hey, lowland ... you’d better be careful not to throw your back out with your mating display!” Everyone laughed.
Jack resumed his regular posture with a big smile on his face. He grabbed his mighty tool with both hands ... one above the other. “He’s running hot, guys. I think I twisted a blood vessel or something,” he retorted with a laugh.
“That’ll teach you!” chided Tom.
“Well, I don’t know about you gentlemen, but I’m horny as hell. My balls feel like they’re glowing,” said George, cupping his sack.
“They always glow like that, George. It means you forgot to put sunscreen on ‘em,” cracked Dad.
“I hear you, George,” concurred Jack. “Well, if you guys don’t mind reheating the steaks, how about we move Plan C up to Plan B.”
“Sounds good!” was the general consensus from everyone.
“OK then, let’s retire to the living room ... Charlie, since we knew you were coming, we planned something with you in mind. Hope you enjoy,” explained Jack.
My stomach churned wondering what I was in for. I was surrounded by three horny old guys, so my mind filled with unpleasant thoughts. I guess Dad saw the look of dismay on my face.
“Don’t worry, Charlie. There’s no elephant walk or gangbang in the works ... though I’m sure some of these degenerates would enjoy that,” he said, emphasizing the last part for all to hear.
“Fuck you!” was the overwhelming reply from the guys.
“I know you’d like to, gentlemen, but like I said, that’s not in the cards for today,” he retorted.
“No, it’s nothing like that, Charlie. Let’s go inside. You’ll see,” he said reassuringly.
Everyone filed into the living space and found a place to sit on the couches. Jack, who had lost most of his magnificent erection, stood in front of the large flatscreen TV. Once everyone was seated, he addressed the group.
“Today,” he began, “we are lucky to have with us a fine young fella who has grown to manhood in our company over the years. I just wanna say that we’re proud of you for overcoming the obstacle of being the product of this man’s loin juice,” he said, pointing to Dad. “Welcome again to our fold!”
“My balls thank you for the backhanded complement,” Dad replied grabbing his crotch.
“Anyway, in honor of his presence here today, I asked Brother Brookings to procure a special item that I thought he and all of us might enjoy. Brother Brookings...”
With that George stood up and held up what looked like a DVD case.
“Here, my brothers,” he said, raising the case, “is the product of a laborious and painstaking search across most of the online porn retailers of America ... and beyond. I present, for your viewing pleasure, Mammaries of a Geisha. In honor of Charlie’s visit, of course.”
There were whoops and a round of applause.
“Before we get carried away, just remember, guys ... no cum stains on the furniture,” warned Jack throwing out hand towels to everyone.
“Oh, this is going to be good,” said Dad excitedly. “See, I told you you didn’t have anything to worry about,” Grin, wink.
Mr. Brookings set the DVD in the player and the “movie” began. I couldn’t believe I was about to watch a porno with Dad and his friends, but after everything else that was done and talked about, it wasn’t much of a stretch. During the first part of the show, the guys would yell out comments about the music or the bad acting, kind of like something out of Mystery Science Theater 3000. But then when people in the show started losing clothes, the chatter lessened and hands reached for cocks.
The main actress was actually a very cute Japanese girl. She had large eyes ... and even bigger tits, which the guys obviously loved.
“Man, I could suck on those pink nipples all day,” sighed Tom. He had gotten married to his wife, Miss Cathy, just out of college, and based on what Dad had told me, she was a real prude. Over their forty plus years of marriage, there had never really been a sexual spark between them. Guess that’s why he sought out excitement here at Jack’s cabin whenever he could.
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