Moderators, if fan fiction with characters we didn't make up ourselves is not allowed, feel free to take it down and let me know we can't do that. If it's all good, enjoy, guys. Send me a private message if there is another TV show or movie you'd like to read something about, and what you think should go on in the story and I'll try to oblige. ............................................................ Dan Conner locked the door of the garage. He was horny as hell. Roseanne had been in one of her moods lately and he wasnt getting any, and with his house always full of people he never had any privacy to take care of business. Finally after five days of frustration, he decided he had time to rub one out in the garage. He unlocked the tackle box where he kept his girlie magazines and got his favorite one out, turning right to the centerfold. A gorgeous blonde who couldnt have been any older than 21 or heavier than 120 stared back at him, and so did her double-Ds. She was a far cry from Roseanne. Dans junk started stirring as soon as he laid eyes on the well-loved picture of this beauty lying back on her bed with her legs open, showing him the wet, trimmed pussy just waiting for him to ram. By the time he got his belt unbuckled, his jeans unzipped, and his package hauled out over the waistband of his white briefs, he was rock hard. Dan had once been quite the stud. When he met Roseanne, he was a 63, solidly built piece of eighteen year old football starter, bound with muscle and what little softness he had on his body just making him sexier. Now he was forty-four and had gotten a little round over the years. Okay, very round. But he thought he still looked okay for a working guy his age. His face was still the reasonably handsome 7 or maybe 8 out of 10 it had always been and his furry, rotund body was kind of like a big, snuggly teddy bear. He shifted his gaze from the hot young thing in the magazine to the rock hard cock he was stroking vigorously in his right hand. If he could change one thing, thats what it would be. He had never been especially well-endowed. He was four and a half inches long when fully erect (such as right now). Even a short dick had looked good on him in high school, but even then he would have given anything for two more inches. Now, with all the extra padding he had put on, he knew he had a small penis and no rock hard body to balance it out, but big deal. Its not like anyone but Rosy saw it these days, and she was used to it. He did know his piece was thick, at five and a half inches around. That beer can chode of his did the job, but he hoped DJ would end up with something more to look at than he had. Like most men, especially somewhere like Lanford, Dan was circumcised. Dan could feel his orgasm coming on when there was a frantic knock at the garage door. Shit! No cum just yet. Whos there? Its me, Mr. Conner. Who the hell is Me? Dan called back, even though he recognized the voice. Me, Mark. Beckys twenty-four year old husband, Mark. Dan hadnt liked Mark much at the beginning, but now that he had gotten to know him he had grown to like the guy. Not that bright but a decent, hard-working guy, Mark kind of reminded Dan of a young version of himself. Still, this wasnt exactly a great time. Catch you later, Mark, Im kind of busy. Come on, Mr. Conner. Mrs. Conners acting like shes about to breathe fire or something. Ive got to get out of the house. Just let me hang out here with you for a while. I wont bug you or nothing. Well, Dan knew better than anyone how it felt to be trapped in the house when Rosey wasnt having the best day. Besides, his hard on had softened anyway and he had lost that sweet orgasm he had been about to have. K, give me a second, Mark. Dan hoisted his package back into his briefs, tucked in his XXL T-shirt and zipped up and belted his jeans. Wiping his hands on a rag, he went to let Mark in. Thanks, Mr. Conner, Mark said. I owe you one. Why start keeping track now, Dan kidded him. It was true that he and Rosey had been supporting Mark and Becky for a couple of years now. But they were good kids and he was glad to help out. Marks vacant, puzzled expression suggested that he didnt get the joke. What are you working on in here, Mr. Conner? Nothing really important, just re-organizing a few things, Dan came up with a good lie pretty fast. Hey, whats that smell? Mark asked. Its like sweat or something. Dan was about to justify that it was a hot night and of course he would be sweating working in that little garage, but he knew it was all over when Mark looked down and spotted that blonde bimbo looking up from the workbench. Oh, man. Im really sorry, Mr. Conner. You should have just told me to get lost. Well, I did. But never mind, its all right. Just dont say anything about this to Mrs. Conner, got it? Sure thing, Mr. Conner. I would be doing the same thing if I had a garage like this. Becky and I havent- He stopped short. Maybe he shouldnt be talking about this with Dan. After all, he was Beckys dad. But what the hell, they were both guys and Dan knew how it went. Besides, who was he going to confide in if not Dan. His little brother David? Not likely. He went on, We havent had sex in a week. Shes been on her thing. You mean you dont do it when shes on the rag? Dan felt weird asking this when it was his daughter they were talking about, but what the hell, guys have to talk to someone about their wives. Its not that different, Mark. Maybe a little more slippery, but hell, nothing wrong with that. I know. Shes the one who doesnt want to. Not that we could anyway with the house full of kids and Jackie. Im so fucking horny, Dan. I cant even find a few minutes to whack off around here. What happened next was pretty surreal. Maybe it was pity for the horny young man before him, maybe it was the beers he had been drinking all afternoon, but Dan had a crazy idea. You want to get off in here, Mark? Excuse me, Mr. Conner? You could probably jack off in here if you want to. Shit, you know thats what I was up to when you came by. It can just be our secret. Mark was a little shocked. Was Dan Conner really suggesting that they get off right here in his garage? Is this a trick, Mr. Conner? That snapped Dan out of it. God, Im sorry, Mark. I dont know why I just blurted that out. It was just a suggestion. I was horny and I wasnt thinking. Forget I said it, okay? Hey, dont feel bad, Mr. Conner. I didnt say it was weird or anything. I was just kind of surprised to hear you wanted us to jack off together. Well, its not like I want us to. Im just saying, were men, we have needs. No reason we cant take care of business out here. Its not like were going to touch each other or anything. You wont say anything about it to Becky? Hell, no! Shed just go tell Rosey and I dont want that. So what do you think, Mark? The bulge in Marks jeans pretty much said what he thought, but Mark agreed to try it anyway. So, how do we get started, Mr. Conner?