The drive home felt longer than usual. So much traffic, but that was to be expected on Memorial Day weekend. Everyone was getting out of town for the holiday. In fact, it didn't even seem to matter where people were going. As many people were leaving town as were coming in. Needless to say, emotions were running hot. Seemingly around every bend in the road there was another car broken down, or a fender bender. I stayed as patient as I could, but my nerves were already a bit raw.
My daughter, Alice, was bringing her boyfriend to visit. It would be the first time she'd introduced me to any of her post-high school beaus. I didn't know about her mother, she and I having separated when Alice was six, but this was a first for me.
Alice, my beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed Alice, was growing up. She was 21 and on the verge of yet another promotion at her job in a city about an hour away. She was gorgeous. She looked far too much like her mother for my comfort, but she was, if possible, even more stunning. She'd spent most of her childhood sheltering with her mother, but luckily she grew into the world with more skill and poise than I would have expected. And, we had sustained a very healthy father-daughter relationship which only strengthened after she moved away from her mom.
Alice and I always spent Memorial Weekend together, and this year was only slightly different.
"Dad, I'm going to be bringing Drew with me. Can he stay at the house, too?" she'd asked over the phone.
"Oh, really? Yeah, he can stay here. I'll get the room in the basement all set up. Looking forward to meeting this guy. Drew, you said? How long have you guys been together?"
We went back and forth planning an adventure filled weekend. Little did I know just how few of those plans would come to be.
Finally, I found myself turning into the driveway of my modest two bedroom house, almost 5:30 on Friday evening. Everything was set for my visitors, everything except I needed a shower. I walked in, got in the shower and took a few moments just relaxing under the deluge of warm water. My mind let go all the troubles of the long work week. I was ready to celebrate.
Freshly clean, I dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and a pair of flops. I walked out to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and debated whether to open a bottle of wine or a bottle of beer. Beer won out and I popped the top and took a good long swig. The weekend had begun.
Not long after I finished my first beer, I heard a car in the driveway. Alice was here. I walked out to meet her. The smile on her face could only be a mirror to the cheek aching one on my own. It'd been a couple of months since I'd gotten to hold my girl in my arms. I was still hugging her when her boyfriend came into view. The trunk lowered and around the car came Drew, holding a suitcase.
I know if I hadn't been embracing Alice she'd have seen the utter look of shock and embarrassment on my face. I knew Drew, knew him far too well. I knew Drew in much the same way Alice knew him. The look of shock in his eyes would have given us away for sure. He knew me much the same way he knew Alice. Drew and I had spent a couple nights getting to know each other extremely well, biblically well.
"Dad, I'd like you to meet Drew..." she trailed off. "Have you guys met?"
"Uh... I...don't think so. You kinda look like a friend of mine," was all I could muster. Thankfully, Alice saw it.
"Yeah, he does look like Brock now that you say that. Odd."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Williams." He held out his hand to shake.
"Call me Greg," as I shook his hand. His firm grip reminding me of hours we spent holding each other's manhood. I felt myself start to blush again, so I grabbed a suitcase and turned toward the house.
Dinner was interesting to say the least. I got to know more about Drew. It was odd, getting to know him personally after we'd already fucked multiple times. How long ago was it? It couldn't have been too long before Alice and he started dating.
"So, how'd you guys meet?" I asked.
Alice started, "We were at the grocery store, what? Four months ago?"
"It was the beginning of April, just before Easter," Drew responded. "April third."
They kept talking back and forth. I was lost in my head. I was visiting Alice that weekend. I'd left work early on Good Friday and spent the whole weekend through Easter Monday. It was Saturday night that Alice had plans with her girlfriends and I was able to go out on my own. I went to a bar, checked my dating apps, looking for anyone that wanted a bit of fun for the evening. It was on one of those apps that I found Drew, again. It was the third time we'd gotten together, the first being when I was visiting Alice for Thanksgiving.
Drew was a good looking man. He was 27, a successful financial advisor, 6 foot 3, and built like a tight end. Which he also had, very tight. His was one of the best asses I'd ever fucked: slight bit of dark fuzz, shapely, and he kept himself clean. He had shaggy dark curls, brown eyes, a broken nose, and a scruffy chin. More important to me, however, was what I could see in the picture I kept on my phone of his gorgeous eight inches, thick as a beer can. And low hanging, fuzzy balls full of tasty cum.
