Chapter 5

I had really enjoyed myself in a three-way with Elaine and Gloria. Both women had proved to be fantastic fuckers. However, I knew that I needed to get with chicks my age. Again, this bothered me. When I got home early in the morning, my father was waiting up for me.

"Where have you been all night, son?"

Looking squarely in his eyes, I said, "Look, Dad, you don't have to worry about me now. I can take care of myself. Okay?"

My dad was not that easily persuaded. He turned to me and said, "Son, don't you ever talk to me like that. I'm still your boss until you stop living in this house. Do you understand?"

For a moment I didn't know what to say. Finally, I fumbled for words and I told him, "I'm sorry Dad. I was just out with a chick."

"What are you doing, son? Are you trying to get some young girl pregnant and cause me a lot of grief and trouble?"

Knowing that I had to tell him something, I decided I would tell him a lie.

"Dad, did you ever get the idea that you wanted to be all by yourself? Did you ever feel that nobody could understand what you were going through? And then, did you go off alone?"

Dad studied me for a long moment. He was thinking. Finally, he smiled, "Yes, son. I've felt like that many, many times. If that is the truth and all you did was go off by yourself someplace, then I'm not angry with you."

"That's the truth."

He came over to me and shook my hand, apologizing, "I'm sorry son. I mistrusted you. Will you forgive me?"

Now, I felt like a heel. I gulped nervously and smiled, "Yes, Dad. I forgive you. Forgive me for being so damned testy tonight."

I started to walk away and then he came over to me.

"Maybe we should have had a father to son talk a long time ago," he said.

"About what?"

He motioned for me to sit down. I sat down. Then he began, "I suppose you're reaching that age when you want to have sex, son. I remember I used to want to get my rocks off myself. I don't blame you. But, son, don't get a young chick pregnant. I can't afford it. You can't either. You've got your whole future before you. To get any place today, you've got to have a college education. You can't support a family and go to college. It's too much for any man. But, I know a way you could get your rocks off and not have to worry about anything."

Fascinated by what he had to tell me, I listened, "What are you talking about, Dad?"

"I'm talking about going to one of those massage parlors. That's where I go when Mom doesn't..." he stopped.

"You mean you play around?"

He put his finger to his lips to silence me and then, without saying another word, he motioned to me to follow him to another room. We went into the den.

When the door was closed, he smiled, "This is rather hard for me, son, to tell you, but Mom and I haven't been having the most satisfactory sex for a long time."

He turned away, as if it hurt him to relate the details of something very close and very intimate to him. Then, he continued, "You see, when I was a young horny man in the Navy, I traveled all over the world. like any other red-blooded young American male in the service, I was looking for a piece of ass when we pulled into port. I'll never forget Panama City and all the good times I had there. I was just a couple years older than you, Son and I mean I was a horny bastard."

Nervously, I tried to get him to stop opening up. I didn't want him to tell me things that would make him feel embarrassed if he thought about it later. I wanted to make sure that he knew he wanted to tell me the things he was confiding in me at this strange moment as the early dawn light streaked through the Venetian blinds in our study.

"Are you sure you want to confide this in me?"

"Yes," he nodded. "You're mature enough now to know the facts of life, son. When Mom and I got married, I was fresh from the Navy. like I was saying, in those houses in Panama we could find women who would do anything. I mean they really knew how to make a man happy. They would lick my ass out. They would suck on my nuts. And they liked to lick my joy stick and I'll admit, I loved having a woman sucking on my prick, another licking my nuts and if I could afford it a third chick eating my ass out. The most exciting way to do it, of course, was to have a fourth woman pressing her pussy to my lips. That is what I call fabulous fucking."

Dad paused for a moment as if reflecting, thinking about the past and all the wild and wonderful times that he had had when he was a young man getting his rocks off. It bothered me to see him so uptight, for I knew he was using me as a listening post.

Dad went on, "One little game they had that I really enjoyed was dropping a naked girl down in a nylon net basket. We would be lying on the bed and we would try to fit our penises into her cunt as the nylon basket swung over the bed. They had all kinds of sex games at that house. I'll never forget it."

"Why are you telling me all of this, Dad?"

"Because I think you're just like me, son. I know you are hot and you want to get your rocks off. Don't ask me how I know it, because I couldn't tell you. I just know it. And I don't blame you. Mom doesn't service me sexually the way a woman should. So, I'm suggesting that you and I go to one of those swanky massage parlors which front for fuck houses. Now, I don't mean every massage parlor does it. No way. However, if you know where to go and you know the passwords and the price, that's most important, then you can get just about any act you want."

"Will they even suck your ass out?" I asked him.

"They sure will," he smiled. "I guess you like having your ass eaten out as much as your old man does."

"I guess I do," I laughed. "But I also like to get my cock sucked."

"I can see to it that you will get all the action you can imagine if you will just let me help you out that way," my old man smiled.

I hardly knew what to say. Certainly, his offer was a generous one. I was glad that he recognized that I had physical needs that had to be taken care of. But I doubted if he, wild as he was, would have approved of my orgy that I had had with a couple of older woman. However, I don't think that a seventeen year old boy is too young to have sex with women thirty-five to forty. Nevertheless, I suppose my old man would raise the roof if he knew. Therefore, I was caught in a bind. Admittedly, a strange bind for any young man to be in. Not only did I have all the fucks I wanted with Elaine, but Elaine was generous in giving me chances to score with older gals that she knew that needed some action. Now, my old man was offering massage parlor sex.

"Well, Dad, that's really very generous of you. But, what if Mom finds out?"

"Mom is never going to find out. I've been cutting out on her for years. She will never have to know. Men are different. They have different needs. Women can never understand why men must play around."

"All right, Dad, I'll go along with you. As long as we can do it in such a way that we don't hurt Mom. I love Mom very much and I don't want to do anything that would hurt her. I'm sure you can understand."

Dad looked at me and smiled, "Of course, son, I do understand. I have been trying to spare your Mom any grief for years and years."

I wondered when he wanted us to begin. The only way I would find out is if I asked him bluntly.

"Dad," I asked, "when are we going to go to a fucking massage parlor?"

He mused for a moment. "Well, how about next Friday night. Saturday night is fuck night for me. If I didn't try to lay it on Mom on Saturday night, she would get suspicious. So, I play around on other nights. That's how I keep her off."

"All right, Dad. Friday night would be just fine."

We were very eager for Friday night to come.

Dad told Mom, "We are going bowling. I think it would be a good idea for Freddy to take up bowling."

"Great idea," Mom smiled. "Why don't I join you?"

Now, I was nervous. But it gave me an opportunity to see how smooth Dad could be when he was playing his tricks.

Without showing a sign of nervousness or ruffling one iota he quietly suggested, "I think it would be better if just Fred and I went to the bowling alley tonight. A man should be alone with his son now and then."

Mom was surprised. Dad had so often been indifferent to anything I wanted to do, she was frankly, amazed to hear him talk so considerately about teaching me bowling. But she did not become suspicious that bowling was just a ruse for a lot more.

Dad smiled, "We appreciate you, love and what a delicious meal you fixed for us tonight."

The diplomat in Dad had surfaced. Mom gobbled up the praise. "Why, thank you, dear. It's awful nice to do things for someone who is so grateful and mild I might add," she smiled.

In a way, I felt like a heel to go along with Dad and betray Mom. She was such a naive, innocent individual that it really hurt me to think that anybody would try in any way to take advantage of her.

We went to the massage parlor and it was apparent from the moment that we got there that they all knew Dad very well. The gray-haired woman at the desk who probably owned the spot, said this, "So very, very nice to see you again,"

And he just commented quipping, "Is it really?"

The entire massage parlor was so arranged that it made it easy for men and women to carry on. There was a locker room area where Dad and I undressed. I guess Dad could tell I was horny all right. I could hardly pull my shorts off in the locker room because my old prick was sticking up so high.

He laughed, "I guess it's about time we got here. That thing between your legs needs attention."

I didn't say anything but then the girls came around for us to select for our body massage. I saw a beautiful blonde and wanted to ask for her. But, I felt that the little dark-haired girl with the lustrous brown eyes and the rosy red lips would be better. All the girls were wearing trim white linen togas, abbreviated bras covered, or I should say, barely covered their breasts. All but the nipples were showing. It gave me a tremendous hard on just looking at all that naked flesh nearby.

We picked the women we wanted to massage us and then we walked to our individual rooms. The girl who massaged me was named Windy. I told her my name was Freddy.

She laughed, "Freddy, what kind of a massage did you want?"

"I like the private kind if you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean," she smiled and then she ordered me, "take off all your clothes and lie on your stomach and then I will massage your back."

She left the room a moment and then she came back.

I was bare assed naked now. Lying on my stomach, I turned when she walked in the door and asked her, "Is this the way you want me?"

She smiled, "Yes, just relax and let me rub you."

As I lay there, my body relaxed as I felt her fingers massaging me. I loved the feel of her hands and she poured somebody oil over me and made it easier for her to rub. I particularly liked it when I felt her hands massaging up and down my spine. She knew just how to rub the nerve centers of my spine. I suddenly felt her feeling all around my buttocks. She knew just how to grip them and she also knew how to rub my prostate. I loved the way her hands worked around my inner thighs.

Finally, I decided I might as well ask her for what I wanted. Dad had told me he knew the ropes, so I assumed that she would be able to follow whatever instructions I gave her.

"Have you got that door locked?" I asked her.

"Yes," she smiled. "I know enough to always keep the door locked when I'm working on someone."

"That's good. I'd sure appreciate it if you'd get down there and play with my butt with your tits if you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean," she smiled. "I'll do it for you."

Then I watched her as she removed her skimpy bra. The generous sized breasts with their red nipples erect turned me on. She got on top of me and started pressing her giant sized tits down on my firm, round, behind. I enjoyed the feel of her tits pressing into my buttocks. Soon, she was using her tongue to lick along my tight anus. I loved the feel of her hot tongue as she lashed around my ass-hole. I didn't even have to tell her to do what I wanted her to do. It seemed as though she instantly understood what a man required and then she went to work. Her hot tongue lashed around my quivering anal area, until she finally stiffened her tongue and shot it up my anal channel. In and out, in and out, her hot tongue lashed. The feeling was sensational. So much so, that I found myself pressing down on the bed. As my ass got excited, she pressed her tits harder against my firm butt. The crushing of her soft titties against my firm ass-hole was a delightful experience. But, now I was so worked up my banana beneath me wouldn't stay still. She knew this. She knew I had to get my rocks off in a sucking. But, I suppose she wanted me to beg for it. I hated to beg anybody for anything. But, I let my pride fall by the wayside. My penis demanded action.

"How about a blow job?"

The girl giggled, "Sure, honey, why not?"

She pulled off me and I flipped over flashing my penis in her face.

Grasping my rock hard cock, she slowly started sucking on the juicy head of it. It was a marvelous feeling to have her producing the suction effect on my penis. No doubt, she had been well trained with her mouth to perform on a man's sex instrument. Right now, she was driving me out of my gourd with the most fantastic cock suck you could ever imagine.

I reached down to guide her head as she sucked, "Suck that prick! Ohhh, baby, that's it, keep sucking! Ohhhhh, aaahhhhh, suck my pecker, suck my pecker. AAAhhhh, ohhhhh, take it all in, baby. It's all there, baby. Suck on it. Suck on it!"

It was amazing what that girl could do with her mouth. She was a marvel. I can imagine she had sucked an awful lot of head. Her superior mouth movements gave evidence that she knew what she was doing and where it was at. Just as Dad had said. These women were capable of satisfying. I couldn't blame Dad for one cocksucking second for getting involved with these women at the massage parlor. He needed his fucks. Any man has to get his action. Wherever he can and the way he wants it.

"Suck it! Suck it! Oohhhh, aaahhhhh, yes, yes. That's it. That's it. Faster, honey, faster! Ohhh! Now!! ! "

The hot juicy sperm shot into her mouth and she sucked on it for all she was worth. I was really excited. I thought I could hear Daddy's cries down the way. I wasn't sure, I could only hear voices. But I could tell, somebody was having some fun. I sure as hell knew I was having a very good time.

She didn't stop sucking until she'd juiced it. Then, easing off my rod, she stroked my chest gently. I had really enjoyed this day of sex. It was unlike any experience I'd ever had before. I could understand why a man who could not get a cock suck or an ass suck or let the man suck the pussy, would be forced by nature itself to resort to outside sources for his needed sexual satisfaction.

As the girl finished and slipped into her clothes, I got the strange and wonderful urge to do the same for her. But I didn't know what she would say if I asked her. There was only one way to find out.

I asked her, "Will you let me eat your pussy? I'll suck your ass out if you will!"

The girl looked at me, her misty eyes appealing all the more to me.

"Yes, if you want to eat me, I'll let you."

It didn't take her long to slip out of her skimpy, flimsy outfit. When she stood before me, stark naked, I realized what a bundle of dynamite I had on the bed with me.

The only thing I really wanted to do was slide my tool in her and when I saw that the opportunity was presenting itself, I gave her the instructions.

"What I want you to do is to straddle me, darling and let me stab your cunt with my cock. How about that?"

"As you like it," she laughed.

When she climbed up on the table with me, I guided my penis into her vagina. It was beautiful. She kept her body wiggling while my hands reached up to grip her breasts, pinching their nipples.

I was amazed at what skills she had in guiding me from this angle. Glancing down at my face, she smiled at me and said, "I've fucked with your old man too. But, you know what?"

"What?"

"You're a much better fucker than he is. But don't you ever tell him that," she giggled.

Our wild fucking time was unforgettable. Glancing up at her face as she smiled down at me and seeing the ever-changing expressions was enough to get my gun off instantly. I had to watch myself so I wouldn't get too excited and shoot my load. Faster and faster we fucked. And then I finally felt myself shooting. She gripped my penis tightly in her vagina and she squeezed the juice out of my prick. I knew she had enjoyed it. She didn't quit vigorously working her cunt muscles until she had cleaned me out.

As she slid off me and I released my hand grip on her breasts, I smiled at her and told her frankly, "You're quite a fucker. Do you know that, do you?"

"That's what they tell me," she laughed. "Fucking is my business after all. I should be good at it."

Then she put her small bra and panty outfit on and started massaging me as if it was like any other massage parlor.

When she had finished, I took a shower and got dressed and went to the lounge and waited. My dad paid the bill so I never knew how much it cost him.

When he finally met me he smiled, "Okay, son, let's go."

We went outside and didn't say anything until we were in the car headed for home.

"Well, what do you think of the massage parlor?"

"I really dig it. Now I know why you like to go bowling so much."

When we finally got back to our house, Mom acted as if everything was alright. I couldn't help wondering if she ever became suspicious. Apparently, Dad had Mom pretty well brainwashed.

"You have a good time tonight?" she smiled sweetly as we came in.

Guilt flashed through me. I hated to lie to her.

"Sure, Mom, it was a lot of fun."

"I hope your father didn't let you drink any beer. I know how he loves to have his beer when he goes bowling. Sometimes I wonder if he goes to drink the beer or to have fun bowling."

"Aw, come off it, Mom," Dad laughed with her, "you know I live to bowl."

"Well, you have won some awards for it. I guess you must be good at it or they wouldn't give you those trophies."

I decided that I would retire. I was feeling rather tired and it did bother me a little bit to think that Mom was getting cheated by Dad all the time like this. Was this what marriage was all about? I hoped that when I got married that I would be loyal to my wife. I decided it was time to sow your wild oats when you are a young man and then when you get older taper off and stay with the wife and give her a good time instead of inventing all kinds of lies to cover up what you're doing. As I undressed and lay in bed, I found myself thinking of Marvin's mom, Elaine. Why that woman came back to me and haunted me, I'll never know. But, it was a fact that she was so beautiful with her flame colored hair, her green eyes, her white skin, that I guess she was enough to make any man find it very difficult to ever forget her. and yet, it had all begun with a week-end at Mother's place, Marvin's Mother's place. I wondered what Marvin was doing or who he was doing. I knew he was a pretty horny stud. The one thing that bothered me, however, was if he should ever come back and find me and his Mom scoring. I didn't know what he would do. He had a wild temper and I could almost envision him grabbing a butcher knife and running after me, figuring I was raping his old lady. Wouldn't he be shocked if he knew what a turn on his Mom was. Wouldn't he be amazed if he knew she was actually the one who was pursuing me and getting me involved with the other women who needed sex?