Kevin's Father-2

“What is the connection between this story of yours and the wedding picture?” I asked.
“There is plenty of connection,” said Dan.

I wondered whether the house keeper could be the lady in the picture. But the lady in the picture was youngish, say, about 30 or younger, whereas the housekeeper was described by Dan as an ‘old lady of about 50 years’. So I dismissed the idea and wanted to hear the rest of the story. But instead of continuing with the story, Dan suddenly sat down on the floor, pulled off my boxers and taking my cock into his mouth, began sucking it. I was in great ecstasy and I leaned back on the sofa, resting my head on the backrest, enjoying every minute. Of course, the story stopped. I put my hand on his head and felt the roughness of his hair. He seemed to like what I did. In a little while, I felt like, I was coming. So, I tried to push his head away from my cock. But he would not let me do it, but increased his sucking. I had no other option than to cum in his mouth! Dan, who expected it, swallowed every drop of the fluid. He had put his hand around my waist as he sucked my juice and buried his head in my crotch, with my entire cock inside his mouth. He then got up and kissed me passionately for several minutes, as I slumped on to the sofa.

“We need to take a shower now,” said Dan, as he lifted me up from the sofa.

“Before Kevin returns, we both must finish taking our bath.” So saying, he led me upstairs to the bathroom, inside his bedroom. As he opened the bathroom door, I hesitated, for I was not sure whether I was to bathe first or he. But Dan pulled off my clothes and took off his and ushered me into the shower-cubicle and turned on the shower on both of us. He began to soap me and asked me to soap him. He particularly paid attention to my cock, so that it began to expand once again. His cock was bone hard, and as I soaped it, he turned me around and after allowing water to wash off the soap, made me bend down and inserted his cock into my waiting ass. He whispered into my ears:

“I have given you pleasure, should I not get mine from you?” He then fucked me passionately. As he did so, he continued his story.
“You asked me what connection there is between what I told you and my wedding. There is much. It was after that episode that I decided to get married to someone. Though the jury did not accept what the boy said about his homosexual activity with me, there were some in the court-room who might have suspected that there could be some truth in the fellow’s statement, as I was a bachelor. Moreover, I had not encouraged any girl in that area, to become too friendly with me. This was another reason for my resignation. I moved over to Florida to take up another job. It was there that I met Gloria.”

Dan pulled out of me before he ejaculated and let his seed shoot out by whacking his cock, behind my back. I turned around and saw his semen squirt out in gusts, some of it hit me and the rest fell on the bathroom floor. I noticed that it was copious and thick. It got washed away in the running water; but I had to push some of it with my toe, to make it reach the drain trap. He again held my wet body tightly and kissed me. We stood under the shower for a few minutes, before toweling ourselves. We then came into the bedroom, dressed, and went down to the sitting room

Dan continued his story, having brought out another can of coke for each of us.

“I met her at the swimming pool, where I used to go in the evenings. It was summer and so I wore my swimming trunks to the pool, which was near to the small cottage I had rented in a nice locality, near the sea shore. I used to stay up in the pool, till everyone left and then go home. Maria was a worker in the swimming pool, which had a small restaurant attached to it. There were some tables there with umbrellas in the centre. Maria used to wipe the tables in the evening and get them ready for the guests. One table was her favorite. Whenever I saw, she used to be wiping it over and over again. It was on the way to the men’s rest room, and whenever I passed her to go to the toilet, I noticed her watching me. She stood with her back to the toilet, while I approached it. But while returning, she would be standing in the opposite side of the table, facing the toilet. That way, she made sure that she got a glimpse of me while going as well as returning, from the rest-room. This happened several days and one day, as I went past her table, I put my hand to my crotch. From the corner of my eyes I saw her gaze, fixed in that place. When I came out of the urinals, I did the same. Needless to say, she was watching again my crotch!

“The next day, I tried the same prank, with a slight variation. While I went to the restroom, I fondled my cock and put on a smile on my face. She noticed the movement of my hands and smiled slightly, before turning away her gaze to the table she was wiping. When I returned, she was standing, as usual, facing me. I promptly began to fondle my cock, which began to erect fast. With a distinct tent-pole in my crotch, I went near her and asked her whether the table was reserved for anyone in particular. Not taking her eyes off from my boxer, she said that it was for the owners of the swimming pool, her employers. The husband and wife team came for their dinner late in the night and it was her duty to serve them from the restaurant. As the pool was closed for the public after 9 pm, no one would be there, except the owners. While she was telling me all this, her eyes constantly moved from my face to my crotch. Her hands were wiping the table and once or twice they came close to touching my cock, but did not. She did this in spite of the fact that she knew I was watching her. I then left the place, as it was time for all the public to leave.”

“The following day was Friday. I thought I will try a new tactics that day. I went to the pool as usual, and stayed till late. Maria was at her table as usual. I went past her, saying ‘Hey.’ There was no response from her. I went to the rest-room and of the four toilets; I chose the one at the far end. I stayed there for more than 20 minutes, watching the legs that passed by. It being the gent’s toilet, only males came in and went out after using the urinals. After awhile, there was no movement of feet, which signified that it was nearing closing time. I thought that my experiment had failed and was about to get out. It is then that I heard someone walk in. The shoes were those of a woman and I could guess that it was Maria who came in. She came slowly in, peeping into each of the cubicle. And when she approached mine, I opened the door and quickly pulled her in. She was taken aback, but did not shout. She would have, but I had put my hand to her mouth and whispered that she must remember she was in the wrong toilet. She said in a similar whisper that she thought I might have fainted!”

“I had pulled my erect cock out of my bathing trunks and brandished it to her and said softly that she can have a full view of it and need not do so stealthily. She blushed and I put my hands on her sumptuous breasts and massaged them, while slowly lifting up her frock. She tried to prevent my hand reaching her crotch, but I was stronger and inserted my hand into her thin underwear. My hands felt a tuft of soft hair below her naval, and I ran my fingers on her vagina. She spread her legs apart to give me better room for my hands! I then pressed my cock in her crotch and she leaned on the wall behind and closed her eyes, inviting me to do whatever I wanted. But I quickly withdrew from her, tucked my cock into my bathing trunks and whispered into her ears that I have left my name and address on the toilet paper and if she chose to come home, I would be ready for the rest—that is, if she really wants more from me. I then opened the toilet door slightly, looked around to make sure that no one was inside, and left the place. Before leaving I told her that I will be expecting her, soon. She closed the toilet-door behind me and I did not know when she got out of the place!”

“It was almost 9 o’clock then and all had left the swimming pool. Only the restaurant men were busy inside, probably preparing dinner for their boss and his wife. Feeling elated that my experiment was a grand success; I drove home, admiring Maria for taking the risk to enter the men’s room. Her interest in me—in my cock, perhaps—had made her not mind anything. My hands wanted to feel the softness of her breasts again. Will she come home or will she complain about me to her boss? Was I finally getting to understand women? I decided not to go to the pool, till I was sure.”

“On Saturday and Sunday, in expectation and fear, I sat at home. Any ring of the door-bell frightened me. So I enquired who it was, before opening the door. On Sunday evening, at about 8 pm, the door bell rang. With hesitation, I went to the door and asked: “who is it?”
“Is Mr. Vivian staying here?” asked a woman’s voice. It was Maria! In order to be on the safe side, I had mentioned a false name in the address, which I wrote on the toilet paper. Was she alone or had she come with a couple of cops? I went to the magic-eye on the door and found that she was alone. I instantly said: “I am coming.” Then, I went into my bedroom, took off all my clothes, including my underwear, and put on my house coat. Buckling the belt, I went and opened the door. There she was, standing all alone, with the piece of toilet paper in her hand, in which I had scribbled my false name, Vivian, and my correct address.”

“I invited her inside, closed the door and bolted it. Then at once, I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. My cock was beginning to grow erect. She accepted my greeting kiss and asked whether there was anything to eat, as she was starving! I made her sit on a chair at the dinning table, went into the kitchen and brought a loaf of bread, a bowl of butter and a jar of jam, along with a glass of milk I placed them on the table and said that she cannot expect anything more in a bachelor’s home.” Saying this much, Dan explained to me:
“You see, after the incident in Texas, I decided not to have any house keeper, till I get my own wife.”

I asked him to continue his story and he went on:

“Maria sat down, made some sandwiches quickly and began eating them avidly, washing them down her throat, with gulps of milk. I sat down on the floor, beneath her chair, and lifted her frock. She did not object, but moved to the edge of the chair to give me better access to her crotch. I noticed that she wore no underwear, and the tuft of pubic hairs, was clean shaven!
I was happy to note that she had come prepared, and the thought stiffened my cock, further.”

“Do you know what ‘cunnilingus’ means?” Dan asked me. I said: “No”
“It is the application of ones mouth to the female organ, followed by licking with the tongue,” said Dan. He then continued his account: “So, I resorted to that sexual stimulus and she began to moan. Soon she got up and threw off her gown and stood naked before me. I unbuckled the belt of my house-coat and grabbed her and kissed her repeatedly. As I did so, my cock probed into her. I took her to the bed and you can guess the rest. Maria was all mine. I told her so.” Kevin’s father winked at me as he said the last sentence. Just at that point, the door opened and Kevin came in.

“Oh, are you still here? I thought you would have left by now,” he said, looking at me. Then turning to his father, asked: “Why is the work on the car not finished yet?”
“I did a foolish mistake by putting the front tire, back where it was earlier. You remember, we wanted to interchange the tires?” Dan said this in a very normal tone and added:

“I was too tired to remove it and put it back again, though Ed suggested that we do it immediately. As I was working all afternoon, I wanted a break badly. So, we both came in to have a drink. I then wanted to take a quick shower. So, I asked your friend to wait here, till I came back. When I came downstairs, he asked me about that wedding picture on the wall and I was just beginning to tell him the story of how I met your mother!”
So, that was it! Kevin was Dan’s step-son! In that case, Kevin’s real father must have been a black guy. I ruminated on this as Kevin looked at me and said:
“Oh, if dad starts off with that story, he will never finish. You may have to stay here, well past midnight to hear the whole story!”

It was then that I looked at the clock on the wall and realized that it was past 8 pm. I quickly got up; put down my empty can of coke and bid ‘good-night’ to both father and son. As I got up, Dan smacked my bottoms, as he did earlier, when we came into the house, and said that I can come again tomorrow to finish the job on the car. But Kevin, who was also heading towards the door with me, intervened. He said that since he will be available tomorrow, he would help Dan. I looked at Dan and saw disappointment on his face. He just raised his hand to bid me good bye.

Kevin came with me outside and we talked for a little while about his basket-ball practice. And then I rode away home, on my bike. On reaching home, I told my mother that I was not hungry and went to bed straight. I could hear her muttering that I was not eating properly and that the pastor might be right about something being wrong with my health! I did not bother about what she said or what the pastor had said on Sunday about my appearance. All my thoughts were on Kevin’s father.

As I ruminated on the events of that day, I began to wonder how Kevin’s father accepted Maria—that is, Kevin’s mother—when he knew that she was already married and had a grown up son. And who was Kevin’s father? Should I ask Kevin when I met him in school the next day? Or should I wait for Dan to tell me the rest of the story? Was I secretly earning to be with Kevin’s father for one reason or the other? I wondered, as I went to sleep.

END OF CHAPTER 2 (To be continued)