Drake's Fuck Fiction
Pics and stories about jocks, dads, suits, white collar sex, roleplay, celebrity athletes. Scenarios depicted are fiction and role-play. NSFW, for adults only.
Eric was a good friend and former fraternity brother, so when he called one night and said he was moving to Chicago, I told him I’d show him around, help him look for an apartment.
The dude’s a good looking guy, and he’s lately taken up the P90X so he has a smoking bod, and all that first night when we were avoiding the winter cold by having a pint or three in the local Irish pub I just found myself staring at him. Remembering what it was like to fool around during our fraternity days.
Eric must have been thinking the same thought. “It’s good to see you, bud,” he said, his arm now resting on my shoulder. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” he added, now whispering in my ear. “But I sure missed the feel of your dick inside me.”
From then on, we could barely talk, we had only one thing on our mind. We didn’t even finish our pints before we were trudging back through the snow to my place. We wasted no time in stripping and getting to my bed, where we wrestled a little and made out, before I couldn’t take any more.
"Man, I gotta fuck you," I growled, hands massaging his meaty ass, my fingers teasing his elastic hole. "Now," I added for emphasis.
"Lube me up buddy," he replied.
I slicked his ring up, being sure to push as much of the slick stuff inside him I could. I wasn’t sure how often Eric got fucked, but I wanted enough lubrication to let me take him good and hard. I got a kick seeing his boner twitch and pop as I massaged his inner ring.
"Feels nice, stud," he said.
I reached over in the nightstand, pulled out a rubber. I suddenly felt his firm grip on my wrist, stopping me. “Dude, let’s try it without.” Already he was sitting down on my dick, and we both gasped as it penetrated him. “Just consider it my birthday present for you.”
"Dude it’s not my birthday," I laughed, only to be overtaken by the wonderful sensation of his bare hole on my sensitive cock.
He smirked. “Well, you’re getting your present early.”
"Buddy, you keep riding me like that and you’re gonna get yours early."
Eric just smiled and started fucking himself harder on my rigid spike. I’ve never been a premature ejaculator, but the first load of that night came within seconds, beyond any control I had.
Great Moments In Nature: When a coach breeds his star quarterback.
His agent/ manager promised him that if he made a touchdown he would get fucked and allow to him cum. Just to make sure he would get his jock ass fuck, he made four touchdowns during the game.
I’ve been working for months on my cocksucking technique. Watching videos, practicing on a dildo, I even found a book on the subject. I guess it’s paying off, too, cause the look of spent satisfaction on Dad’s face after he’s come and I’m leaning back on my haunches wiping the remants of spit off my mouth is priceless.
Black Friday with Bob.
There were supposed to be three of us in our Management 201 project group, but my fraternity brother Mike was a fuckup and basically left me and Greg to do the heavy lifting. I didn’t know the guy too well, he was ROTC and lived off campus, but he seemed pretty cool and laid back. It was only after a we grabbed a couple of beers after a study session that I got to know the guy better.
Maybe we were getting buzzed cause out of the blue Greg takes a sip of his beer and asks if I’ve ever had sex with a guy. I first wondered if he was baiting me but thought, what the fuck, dude can handle the truth.
"Yeah, I got blown a couple of times by a guy. That’s it." I looked into his eyes to figure out what answer he was expecting. "And you?" I volleyed back.
"Yeah. I’m gay. Keep it pretty quiet, but I fuck around whenever I get the chance."
"Cool." I got the sense Greg was hitting on me, or wanted to hit on me, but couldn’t tell. We just sat sipping our beers, talking about the basketball game on TV.
"Can I ask you another question?"
In for a penny, in for a dollar, I figure. “Shoot.”
"You ever had your ass licked."
I nodded. “Had one girlfriend do it. Felt awesome.”
"Never had a guy do it."
He leaned in closer, and said real low. “I’d love to munch on your butt til you shoot, bud.”
He piqued my interest all right. “Yeah?”
"Damn straight. Been thinking about it all fucking semester."
That night I went back to my ROTC buddy’s place and had my first guy rimjob.
it started as a game
December 1 2013 Cade Foster
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It was a dumb idea I know, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been reading stories on the internet about sons seducing their fathers and in a fit of courage decided to spend the first day of our family vacation going commando. I noticed Dad do a double take when he noticed my dick flopping around in my fraternity-logo shorts, but he didn’t say anything or otherwise let on.
It emboldened me to go without underwear on Day 2. And 3.
All the while I noticed Dad looking more. At first when he thought I wouldn’t notice. Then more overtly. Staring at me like he was gonna say something, only he never did. I didn’t know what to expect. Surely not the scenarios of my fantasy. A lecture? A stern instruction to go put on some boxers. But nothing.
I get bolder. Start spreading my legs when I’m sitting across from him. Scratching my crotch lazily. Drawing his attention more to my genitals. His son’s genitals.
Then I get my surprise. Dad lifts his legs and puts his foot up on the bench and he’s not wearing briefs either. His heavy full scrotum spills out of the leg of his thin shorts, plopping into my view. I want so badly to touch and lick the private parts Dad’s flashing me. Instead I just stare.
He’s no longer looking at me, instead acting nonchalant. All the while his right leg moves wider so I get a better view. His cockhead now…
Coach says his g-spot is in his throat, and I could tell I was hitting it with my thighs around his neck and my balls pressing against his chin, and him fwapping away like crazy behind me…
Daddy loved showing me off to his friends.
"I wanna try that," Kyle said one night. We were in bed watching porn. It’s become a regular past time for us, after our first fuck of the night, we cuddle and watch a fuck flick till our boners come raring back for round two.
Only that night I was surprised. On screen there was a light SM scene that seemed to be getting heavier by the minute. I looked over and Kyle was growing erect again. “Yeah, the rough stuff turns you on? I wouldn’t have guessed that.” We’d been dating for six months and the guy had seemed pretty vanilla in bed.
"Yeah, it’s been a real fantasy of mine to get whipped and punished."
"Then fucked," I added. Kyle was a major bottom and anytime he didn’t end up with my dick in his hole he was unhappy.
He blushed and smirked a little. “Yeah, and then fucked.”
I have to admit the idea didn’t immediately appeal to me. One reason I was drawn to a hot 24 year old like Kyle was that he fulfilled every fantasy I had about fucking the preppy boy next door.
But one night I surprised him with the set up in my bedroom. He grinned like a kid at Christmas as I bound his hands and then, gently at first, started swatting his bare buns with the strap.
He liked it all right, but what surprised me was the roaring hardon I got. It pulsed and dripped harder with each strike of the leather against his flesh. I took my time, altering the pace and intensity but soon got us both too worked up. Getting in behind him I screwed my hard cock right into his dry hole and we had the quickest most intense fuck yet.
Jeff Parsons may have been a career cop with an intimidating body at 6”, 225 pounds. But this 10 year veteran of the Chicago PD now was face to face with the holy grail. He’d been trawling online for the past two years looking for the largest cock he could find. Along the way, he’d gotten practice taking big ones: long ones, thick ones, tapered ones, ones with big flared heads. Each size and each type seemingly required a different technique. A different approach to cocksucking, a different strategy for relaxing his tight cop hole.
Now he had in his hand a giant black cock, belonging to some young punk from the South Side. “How big’s this baby?” he asked, rubbing up and down the magnificent length.
"14 inches, 10 around," came the matter of fact reply. "C’mon officer, why don’t you sit your big muscle butt down on this bad boy?"
Officer Parson gulped but rose up on his haunches and positioned his asshole square over the engorged prick.
"Here goes," he said, up for the challenge.
"Just relax til ya get used to it, sport," coach said as he stroked my chest considerately…"my dick"s a whole lot thicker than that twink boyfriend of yours I’m guessing."
I’d always had a thing for my coaches - Mr. Greyson especially. One night, shortly after the end of season, I showed up at his house, wasted out of my mind - a bit of liquid courage. He answered in his pyjamas and a tight t-shirt.
"Greg? What’s going on?"
I threw myself into his arms, pressed my body against his. I could feel it - his cock. Though it wasn’t the first time. The first time was when I won state and threw myself into his arms. Then I was wearing only my singelt, so I could feel his fat hunk of meat squashed up against me hip. I noted then - as now - that he didn’t immediately pull away.
"Kid, you’re drunk!"
"Yup." I was still hugging him, my head pressed against his chest. He was so warm. His nighttime man smell - sweat, deodorant, maybe even some sex smells from his wife - was intense. Like a horny pup, I had begun to hump his leg. Again, I noticed he didn’t pull away. I also noticed that he was pressing himself into me. And…I could feel it…yes, he was hard. There it was! Pressing up against my belly - Coach’s hard cock.
"Look…you’re too drunk to go anywhere. Let me make a bed for you downstairs."
I followed Coach obediently down to the basement and stripped down to my boxers while he made the bed. When he was done, I hugged him again. This time he pushed me away.
"Look, Greg…I think…"
But I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I grabbed him. Just took hold of the hard fucker in his pants. Squeezed it. Fucking huge. Coach groaned then, just as he did when I’d won state, he lifted me up into his arms. I wrapped my thighs around him, pressing my aching horny prick into his hard belly. Coach called me a dirt slut and kissed me, his fat wet tongue pressing into my mouth to find mine.
"Man that ass! Let me see what I’ve been admiring all season." He threw me face down onto the sofa bed and yanked my boxers down. I arched my back out, opening my ass. Coach sighed and moved in. I could feel his hot breath on my tender pussy. And then he kissed it! Coach puckered his lips and kissed my asshole! Put his lips right up against it! Fuck! A rim job! I’d joked with the other guys about it - you know, it seemed like one of those real nasty things, and here was Coach doing it. I could feel his beard tickling me down there. He moaned, saying something about how hot my cunt was, how sweet it smelled. Then he began lapping in earnest. Slobbering all over it, sucking my balls, then pulling my cock between my legs and sucking the tube up into his mouth, his lips concentrating on the head, wrapping it up in the plush wet velvety flesh. All I kept thinking was hooooly fuck! Coach is a cocksucker! Then he flipped me over. He’d yanked down his pyjama bottoms so I got my first look at his tool. Fucking beast! Went sort of straight out then curled up midway. Sleak, veiny monster with a big red juicy head on it. Coach must have been real turned on because his balls were tight against his body. He yanked off his t’shirt then so he was naked. Fucking beast used to wrestle as a light heavyweight and it showed. Still fit. Covered in trimmed ginger head. Grunting like a hungry bear, he threw himself down on top of me and I was swallowed up in his hot, hard, hairy flesh as he ground his steel rod against me.
He brought out the eager slut in me - I swung my legs up and locked them around his waist so that I was pinned beneath him, my ass spread, my hole stretched open, just as it can be on the mat when I wrestle. Coach slid his meat between my cheeks and teased the sensitive ring to my chute. When he shoved one spit moistened finger up inside me it really hit me - I had a cunt and I was a slut who wanted to be used.
"You want to be fucked, dontcha boy? You want Coach to fuck your pussy?"
I nodded and clung tightly to him.
"Are you a virgin?"
"Well, I’ll go slow - but no lie, it’s going to hurt."
Coach took his time, eating my pussy, pushing his tongue up into me, until my little cunt was quivering and dripping with his spit. He got some cream from out of the downstairs bathroom. I could smell the sweet scent of coconuts as he gooped out the cool, slippery cream and carefully applied it to my hole. I wanted it so bad I kept sliding down on his fingers. Coach laughed, “Geez, you’re just creaming your puss for it aren’t you. Who’d ever think a tough guy like you…”
He pushed my legs right back against me chest - we wrestlers are super flexible and really, made for fucking like this - I felt the blunt spongy head of his cock press against the tight opening followed be a searing pain as he broke open the outer ring. The muscle seemed to fight against the intrusion - but gave finally with a pop as coach slid up inside me. Omg! Fucking intense. Bit like I had to shit at first - then just pure magic. Coach starts to fuck me in earnest and I’m just looking up, loving the look on his face, the intense closeness, the pleasure I’m giving him, getting off on being a dirty slut for him. He gets it all the way up there - and he’s working up and down on my joystick, and after a few prods against my button, he’s got me shooting hot spurts of sweet jizz onto his chest. My hole clenches tight as I cum, and sends him over. Coach leans in, sucks my tongue and coats my insides, then falls, spent, on top of me.
We lie together for a few minutes until we hear his wife upstairs calling out in a whisper to avoid waking the kids. Coach quickly dresses. Before he leaves he slides a finger up my used pussy then holds it up to his finger.
"Well….until next time."
We’re not boyfriends. Or lovers. Actually, I just know his first name, Tom. And whatever vital stats I could guess by sizing him up at the resort poolside bar. Medium hight, early 40s, solid build, dark hair just thinning, and just enough body fur to send me off.
We both stood out by being alone at this Caribbean resort. But when I sidled up to him that first afternoon, I could tell by the look on his face he was open for some action. And I was doing my best to communicate my interest. At one point I was staring into his eyes when he laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"It must really be a slow week here," he said.
"I’m just wondering why a kid you would be bothering with me."
"I’m not a kid. I’m 22."
"To me you’re a kid. I’m old enough to be your father."
I paused for a minute, taking a sip of my drink. “Maybe that’s a turn on for me.”
That made the man raise his eyebrows. “Yeah? You into daddies?”
Now a little more confident, I spread my legs, till my right thigh pressed against his furry leg. “Yah, I am. That bother you.”
"If it gets a stud like you barking up my tree, I guess I can’t complain." Then looking me up and down, he added. "You play sports? You got an amazing body."
"Nah, just pick up games with my friends, that’s about it. But I do my best to keep in shape."
"Whatever it is, it’s working."
"Yeah?" I asked, now running my fingers along his hairy forearm. "You gonna put out for me?"
"Maybe. What do you like to do with your daddies."
"Well," I thought it over a half second. "My favorite thing is to bend them over and take them from behind."
"No face-to-face for you?"
"That’s cool, too. But I get off on the power trip. I love finding a hot masculine dad who gets all submissive when he sees my dick."
"Well, you’re throwing wood right now, son."
I leaned back and spread my legs. Let Tom see the hardon I had in my trunks.
"Damn, I’d love to feel that in me," he whispered.
This was all moving fast and pushing every Dad-fantasy button I had. “Wanna come back to my room.”
He shook his head no. “I got a better idea. There’s a secluded cove on the other side. You ever want to fuck your dad in the wide open?”
That’s how I had the best fuck of my life.
Coach has a thing for jocks n socks, so it’s always interesting to see what his fantasy for the night is. He handed me the orange jock and black socks on Halloween…seemed appropriate…told me he had to take a shower and wanted me on the bed…face down, ass up when he came into the bedroom.
I did as instructed and stretched out on the orange bedcovers. It had been a week since my last visit and I was horny as fuck…my hard cock stretched the soft pouch of the jock and pressed into his bed while I waited. I could feel my heart beat faster when the water shut off. I glanced over at the open bathroom door and watched him dry off his muscular, hairy body. His thick cock flopped lewdly over the towel as he dried his nutsack, and my ass twitched involuntarily. He was putting on a show for me…bending over to dry his legs…his muscular ass flexing and revealing a glimpse of his hairy pucker. My cock was straining in the jock now…leaking precum…but I didn’t dare move or touch it.
He entered the room and moved to the bottom of the bed. I couldn’t see him, but the room was filled with his freshly showered manscent. My feet hung off the end of the bed and he brushed up against them…sending shivers up my legs. He massaged both feet from the toes up to my calves. My body relaxed and sunk into the bed as he climbed up behind me…running his strong hands up my legs…gently caressing my thighs til he reached the straps that framed my ass. He ran his fingers under the straps and into the pouch…grazing my balls…giving me goosebumps.
I lifted my hips slightly to give him easy access to my straining cock. He reached in and stroked it in the pouch before pulling it out the side and running his thumb over my leaky piss slit.
"Looks like somebody’s raring to go, sport." he chuckled. I could only groan as he smeared my precum around the hard shaft of my cock…stroking it lovingly. I drew my knees up and lifted my ass higher…anxious for him to fuck me…but he was in no hurry, as usual. He continued stroking my cock and running his thumb over my sensitive balls…then squeezed it hard…tugging up the shaft…milking me for some more sweet precum. I shuddered as he bent down and swirled his tongue around the head of my cock…savoring that sweet syrup….then sucked my cock deep into his throat, til his nose nestled in my hairy nutsack.
He deep-throated my cock expertly, then slowly suctioned up to the tip again…and releasing it. I felt his strong hands on my asscheeks, spreading them open…and gasped when he spit a wad of warm precum and saliva directly onto my puckered hole. His scruffy face pressed into my ass…his tongue licked the puddle of juice all around my manhole…teasing me as I squirmed and moaned while he swirled his tongue around my sensitive pucker.
"Awwww, fuck, coach…unnhhhh, shit…" I groaned into the pillow. "That feels so fucking good!"
His hands pressed harder against my ass, and he dove deeper…fucking my hole with short, sweet jabs of his tongue…slurping and sucking like a hungry dog while I pressed my ass back into his face. He pulled away and smacked my ass hard.
"Damn, that is one sweet ass, sport…I could eat it all fuckin day! But my cock’s gonna bust if I don’t fuck ya soon."
He knelt up behind me as I looked back over my shoulder at him…a look of wanton lust shot between us as he rubbed his hard cock over my spit-slicked manhole. He leaned down over my back and grabbed my neck…pulling my face to his for a deep, sloppy, kiss. His forehead pressed against mine…his cock was pressed against my pucker…stretching it open. I groaned with pleasure as my ass lips spread around the big mushroom head of his cock…felt my thighs quivering as he entered me…and heard him whisper hoarsely into my ear…
"How ya want it tonight, sport
I gasped…hardly able to speak at all, as his cock pressed deeper into my ass…
"Slow and sweet, coach…unnnhhhh….just like the first time."
He’s my batting coach…always finds a reason to summon me to his room when we’re on the road…says he can’t sleep until he’s busted his nut…and nothing busts his nut like my big bat pounding his hairy ass…
I knew that I couldn’t move, and I didn’t want to. He sat on my legs and kept me immobile. I just laid there on my front, and offered my hungry hole to him.
"Fuck, this hole is still tight!", he exclaimed in between thrusts. I smiled and squeezed my sphincter muscle even tighter, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible.
"I’m not gonna last long in this ass. You want it up your butt, son? Tell me, I want to hear it!" he yelled at me.
"I want your cum up my ass, dad! Do it! Shoot it deep into my body!" I yelled back.
I felt a tremendous push as he buried his huge dick deep inside my ass. I couldn’t see him, couldn’t see the expression on his face or how his body trembled, but I could feel it. His loud cry and the repeated grunts announced to the world of his orgasm as he shot his sperm into his son’s body. I started to feel the warmth spreading from deep inside my guts as his semen flooded my insides.
It took him a couple of minutes to drain every last drop out of that dick. When he finally recovered, he sat back on my upper tights, still breathing heavily. Without warning, he gave two hard slaps on my butt.
"Damn amazing piece of ass!" he exclaimed.
I smiled, and squeezed my ass even more, trying to keep his softening cock from shrinking out of my hole. I was glad mom and my little brother won’t be home for another couple of days.
Steve’s a super hot guy and that’s why he’s my regular go-to fuck bud. However he’s a little staid in the sack for my tastes. He likes routine - weekend afternoon get togethers, when we swap BJs, blow and go.
Only a couple weeks ago I licked a little further down and despite his objections started eating out his hole. Turns out this vanilla dude loved it and pretty soon was riding my face with his hairy trench. Even nutted hands free, the fucker. So now, that’s all he wants. I’ll start blowing him, but eventually he pulls out and straddles my mouth.
OK by me. It’s just that now, I’m thinking of what else I can introduce Steve too.
Roll Fucking Tide!!!
My dad was the last person I expected to come out as gay. He’s a burly, gruff cop and moonlights coaching baseball at the local junior college. But two years after he and Mom got divorced he pulled me aside and gave me the talk. I told him I was cook with everything and that I had a gay friend even.
That surprised him I think, maybe cause my friends are all rowdy jock type guys. “Really? Which one?”
"Well, I’ll be…. never would have guessed."
I didn’t think much of it but over the next few months Dad and Kevin were getting friendlier with each other. I thought it was just a shared experience that gay guys have or something but one weekend Kevin was staying over and I woke up in the middle of the night only to hear sounds coming from down the hall. Fucking. I got a sinking feeling deep in the pit of my stomach, but I had to see to make sure.
I padded down the hall. Lights were on in Dad’s bedroom. Lights on. I could see everything in its full obscenity. My friend face down on the mattress. Dad’s naked body mounted on top of him, holding him down. Screwing him.
Dad looked up, saw me. I gave a feeble sorry but couldn’t move. I was frozen to my spot, nervous, ashamed and transfixed on the sight in front of me. Part of me felt betrayed, part of me turned on.
Dad now stared at me the whole time, his burly body heaving with powerful inward thrust. “You wanna see your father come?” he asked. His face a mix of pride and sexual heat.
He kept fucking, and staring right into my soul. Eventually his steely gaze got lost in his O face and I watched as my dad ejaculated inside my friend.
Elation, concern, pride, and—strangely—a twinge of jealousy. I was just so overwhelmed at the news of my twin sister’s engagement that I felt it all at once right there with them at dinner. I’d always been protective but her fiancé was the one man she’d been with who I couldn’t say an unkind word about. Ray was handsome and a bit older but a lot wealthier. He was the perfect, stable guy for her after a series of hopeless losers who left her a wreck.
Which made it even harder to receive the photo when he excused himself to go to the bathroom, “She cant suck like u. Wish u could slide under the table.” I’d spent all of dinner convincing myself that it had to stop now that they were engaged. But I could never say no to him. It was all too easy for him to offer me a ride home after a quick stop at his house to drop off my sister.
He was sitting on my lap facing away from me, riding my hard dick. I didn’t even need to see it. From his cries, from the way his body was convulsing, and from the miraculous contractions of his ass ring, I knew he was having one mind-blowing orgasm. What couldn’t see was how much and how high he shot his cum all over himself.
I didn’t have time to dwell on that for too long because even before his orgasm subsided, mine came like a ton of bricks. My loud grunts announced to the world of my seed exploding deep inside his anal cavity. The squeezing of his ass muscles milked as much of my juice as it can, flooding his ass with millions of my babies.
It took a while before we both recovered. Sweat covered our bodies, and in his case, a layer of cum splattered all over his tight, young body. He leaned back against me, still breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing his cum into those tight muscles.
"That was fantastic, as always, dad", he said.
I smiled. “It was, sport. You are amazing as usual.” I replied to him.
"And to think that we got that all recorded on that camcorder", he said, reminding me of that device pointing in our direction.
I smiled even wider, knowing that I was wrong. I would get to see how much cum my son shot when he came just now.
That chest could make me do anything, and Mike knew it. Whenever we’d get in an argument, he’d hook his thumbs in his T-shirt and pull it up over his head. His bare chest gave me a headrush to look at: powerful, bulky, and covered with an even layer of fine hair, with just some flecks of silver to really set me off.
"C’mon bud, why dont’t you suck on Daddy’s tits for a little while?" Part of me wanted to punch him he was so cocky and assured. But the other part of me won out, the part that leaned forward and started licking his massive pectoral muscle, slowly, lovingly, making my way to the pencil-nub pap begging for attention.
Fifteen minutes later my legs inevitably would be on his shoulders as his heavy dong violated my hole faster and faster. Till we were both shooting our load.
Sure enough, neither of us ever remembered what we were arguing about in the first place.
Eventually only Dad will be able to make you cum
Jack Durham had actually been Sgt. Major and now was out of the services. But I’d nicknamed him Sarge from our first meeting and the name seemed to stick. He was ten years older than me, but he took me under his wing, giving advice and being all-around the father figure I guess I’d been craving since my parent’s divorce. I was a rookie cop on the city force, while Jack worked for the county sheriff, but it was as if he was my riding partner and best friend rolled up in one. He taught me to love cigars and scotch, and we spent countless nights staying up talking about the demands of being a cop.
It was actually two and a half years before we got around to sex, but it felt like a natural extension of the bond we had. We made out like teenagers on his couch, till Jack pulled down his shorts and spread his beefy legs and with a readjustment of his position and a thrust of my hips, my boner was shoving inside this man I loved and respected more than God. Jack Durham was tight, his guts white-hot, and before long I was spurting my load inside him.
That night began what became our post-fuck routine. Smoking cigars on his back steps, shooting the breeze, and recuperating. When I see his stogie burn down, nearing the end, I’ll speak up. “Ready for another go, Sarge?”
He’ll inevitably nod, an impish twinkle in his green-gray eyes. “My guy’s horny tonight, huh? Just now you shot enough up me to father a whole town.” He liked to exaggerate, but I could see my seed starting to soak his boxers.
And my erection was definitely coming back, tenting my briefs. ”Yah, guess I am Sarge.”
"Well, what kind of soldier would I be to leave his men high and dry?" He gets up and I follow him inside.
Dad said he couldn’t figure it out, but every time he went running he seemed to end up hooking up with some other stud out for a run. I asked him if it was because he chose to run shirtless, but he just smiled and said, “I think it was when I got these green shorts….”
It was the first time I’d seen Coach T smile. Not smirk, not twitch his lips, but actually smile.
The man had just cum in my mouth, after an intense eight minutes I spent nursing and sucking his thick bone. His semen was surprisingly sweet - I thought it would be bitter or salty or something - but I was taken off guard by he copious amounts he spurted down my throat. It took me a good thirty seconds to swallow it all and catch my breath.
The view from his spent crotch was incredible. The mounds of ex-linebacker muscle, the thick forest of chest fur, the masculine face of the man I’d most looked up to the last year. Only now, Coach’s trademark gruffness was gone, replaced by that smile, and a softer side of this father figure.
"That was awesome, Jason. Thanks."
I turned the corner and almost bumped into him.
"Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Decker. I didn’t know anyone was still here." I quickly said while grabbing the towel that was flimsily wrapped around my waist.
"That’s perfectly alright, Jonathan," he replied. "I had just finished my shower after my regular workout here." Mr. Decker is the principal of the school, and I’ve seen him at the school gym often doing his workout late in the afternoon after almost everyone has left.
"Why are you still here, Jonathan?" he asked, while he continued to dry his wet body with the towel. I couldn’t help watching the drops of water clinging to the hair on his chest and dripping down his arms. Fuck, this man was sexy!
"I was helping coach clean up the equipment room when he got a call from his wife and had to leave quickly." I replied. "I was going to take a shower before I head home."
He smiled at me, still standing there buck naked in front of me, and carrying a conversation as if we were two guys chatting in the hallway. I was getting a bit concerned because I could feel my dick slowly plumping up, and the towel I was wearing will not be able to hide much, if at all. My eyes couldn’t help but made quick glances to his hair chest, his juicy nipples, the dense bush at his crotch, but most importantly, to the forbidden fruit of his loins. That was when I discovered that, holy shit, he was getting hard as well!
I think he saw that I noticed it. He smiled even wider at me.
"So Jonathan, I had already planned on working late today, so no one is expected me to be home right now. What about you? Are your parents expecting you home right now?" he asked.
"No, Mr. Decker. I had told them that I was helping coach this evening. So they aren’t expecting me to be home for supper, even." I replied. By now, I knew where this was going, and my dick was already tenting my towel.
"Ah, that’s good," he said. His hand reached out towards me. Without warning, he yanked at my towel and let it dropped to the floor, exposing my naked body and the 7-inch hard dick sticking out in his direction.
He licked his lips when he saw it. Then he said “I’ll accompany you in the shower. I think I missed a spot here.”
My roommates were all gay too, but there never any sexual tension between us. For starters I thought of them as beat buds, almost like brothers. And it transpired we were all committed bottoms. So there was a little friendly competition over who was dating who but it was all in good fun.
I don’t know when the parties started. Once a month, we’d find a top who wanted to take on four guys. We’d watch a movie, drink, maybe smoke a little weed, while one by one each of us would take our turn. Head back to the back bedroom where some ubertop would mount us.
The last guy was a little older, dunno maybe late 30s, maybe 40. Doesn’t bother me, but my friends like young Abercrombie model kind of guys. Especially Drew, who’s always got a new frat stud in his bedroom. He was the one who objected when I said that the guy I found is older.
"Before you make that face, you might want to take a look at this first."
I pulled up a photo on my phone. The guy’s cock close up, heavy, meaty, and best of all really fucking thick, a perfect wedge of a dick that I knew would open my hole up in all the right ways.
"Fuck," Drew said, "Why didn’t you say so."
After three years in an oppressive relationship, going on a cruise alone was sort of freeing. I could talk to anyone I pleased and do whatever I wanted with nobody to tell me otherwise. But what was truly refreshing was to see how comfortable these guys were with each other. Tim and Harry had been friends with Stephen and Rob for years and the couples did nearly everything together.
They even welcomed me with open arms when they discovered that I was alone. Tim said they couldn’t let a “hot, young guy wander around like a gazelle in a lion’s den.” It made me blush. Lying beside him on one of the deck chairs, I subtly marveled at the bulge in Tim’s swimsuit. But apparently not subtly enough as he said, “Don’t be shy, boy. You’ll be getting an unobstructed view in the sauna later anyway.” That made me blush even more.
I got that view and, when Tim and Harry sat down close on either side of me with their arms around my back, I had a feeling I’d have an even closer one shortly. They did seem to do everything together, and apparently that included fucking the hell out of me.
There’s a new guy who’s started at my office. Big ex-football player, mid 20s, kind of a dopey smile but pretty cute beneath the gruff jock demeanor. Most of my coworkers write him off as not-to-bright and I can tell Greg is one of those ex-athletes who’s self-conscious about his bulk. But all I know is my little man stood up straight like a trained puppy the day we were introduced.
It took a little work to get the guy out of his shell. But he accepted my invitations he tag along to happy hour, and pretty soon we were hanging out regularly. The first time we fucked it was like the dam had opened up for Greg. Turna out I was his first. First kiss, first blow job, the guy to take his cherry.
Now the guy can’t get enough. He’s hounding me whenever he can at the office. Asking when we’re gonna get together next. Fortunately we’ve found a deserted men’s room on the empty 10th floor we can sneak off to for a quickie.
It was routine by now. These hikes with dad had settled into a nice pattern. He would wake me up some weekend mornings and tell me to get ready for hike up the mountain. When we got to the rocks we would strip off our clothes and hike the rest of the way to the top, naked. Once we were up there he would lay me down and push his cock into me. Dad fucked me on top of that mountain countless times. We didn’t fuck anywhere else, it was our special place.
We never talk about what we do on that mountain, I just keep hoping to see him there in my room every weekend morning.
John Peters was my next door neighbor growing up. He was a quiet, corporate suit-and-tie guy but he’d played baseball during his college days and still had the telltale bulk of an athlete. He was actually the star of my first masturbation fantasy. I felt instantly guilty and a total oerv for thinking about him that way - I mean this is the man who coached my little league team and had helped me out when I was trying to improve my batting average in middle school. Eventually I came to terms with my attraction to men and my active, sometimes perverted fantasy life. I no longer blushed when I saw Mr. Peters in public.
In fact since i’ve graduated college and moved back to Marietta, my former neighbor and I have hit it off. We’re in the same fantasy baseball league so practically every night I’m over at John’s place watching games and comparing scores. It was one of these nights that he casually mentioned the hot tub he had installed last summer.
"You should try it out sometime, Champ," he said, using the nickname he’d given me back in middle school.
I agreed and the next afternoon I brought some trunks and after the game was over we started up the tub. The water felt awesome but even better was being able to look at Mr. Peter’s hairy chest up close. I was starting to bone up in my trunks so I knew I had to be careful. I started to count backwards in my head, think of baseball stats, anything to keep my mind off a nearly naked Mr. Peters.
It was a lost cause though when he announced he needed to take a break from the hot water and hoisted his forty-something body onto the ledge. The skimpy white speedos he was wearing were now see-through wet and clung magnificently to his genitals. My heart skipped a beat. It was almost like Peters was bared nude for me, and he was living up to every jerk-off fantasy I’d had through the years. His cock and balls were just perfect.
"Sorry Champ, I guess these trunks cling a little when wet. Ellen always hated ‘em," he referred to his ex-wife.
"No sir, I think they’re hot," I blurted out before realizing it. I suddenly wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.
Instead of get angry or freak out, John seemed to mull over what I said. Then smiled. “Those trunks don’t do much to show off your stuff, Champ.”
"Maybe I’ll get a pair like yours sir," I said, now excited beyond belief. Then taking a chance, I stood up and unlaced my board shorts. As they dropped into the water, Mr. Peters got a good view of my raging hardon.
"Nice," he whispered. "You ever had sex in a hot tub, Champ? It’s an unbelievable feeling."
My best friend’s son plays ball for State, always been pretty good at it, but even I was shocked by how much he’d seemed to grow up in the last few years. Now it was his junior years and after a couple of summers where Pat had football camp, the guy joined us on the traditional McMillen-Peterson family vacation. Gone was the hyper but awkward kid I’d known for years, only to be replaced by a laid-back but confident young man.
I told myself to keep it in check. Not to desire my best friend’s son. To remember that I was a married man. But it was only the second day of vacation, and Pat’s walking around in flimsy mesh shorts, a thick juicy bulge showing. Worse still, he’s spreading his legs right across from me. Inviting me to look. I do.
He’s grinning slyly when I look up. Obscenely, he spreads his thighs wider. Regaining my bravado, I give him a quick wink then enter the conversation his father’s having with my wife and daughter.
My roommate was sprawled out on the couch watching football when I got home from work. He has no clue how hot I think he looks in a plain white tshirt…it’s practically all he ever wears around the house. His hand casually draped on his hairy thigh looked equally enticing.
"Sup?" was all he said as I walked past him to my bedroom…stripped out of my grubby waiter uniform and strolled naked to the bathroom for a quick shower. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist before heading to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.
"You want one, bro?" I called to him.
"Yeah, sure," he replied.
I left his brew on the end table behind his head and moved to the other end of the sofa…smacked his size 12 foot til he reluctantly bent his knee and dragged his heel up so I could sit down. As soon as I had, he plopped his foot up on my lap like I was his personal footstool. Not that I minded.
I draped my hand over his warm toes…teased them a little, thinking he would be ticklish…but he wasn’t. In fact, he seemed to nuzzle his foot into my lap…pressing it right into my slightly bulging cock. I grabbed his foot gently in both hands…massaging it…while rubbing it over my barely concealed…and rapidly hardening cock. He let out a soft sigh, indicating he liked the attention…and placed his other foot up on my thigh. It found it’s way under the towel and his toes softly caressed the inside of my thigh…pushing the towel open in the process.
I looked over at him…his eyes were closed…his head resting back on his arm. The hand that had been draped on his thigh had moved up…caressing his nutsack thru the fabric of his briefs…which had a noticeable bulge now. I smiled and pulled the towel off my cock…stroking it openly now…and rubbing the velvety head against the coarse ball of his foot. It felt amazing! I gripped the shaft of my hard cock and held it firmly against his foot. He started moving it up and down…stroking my cock with his toes.
My left hand moved up his ankle and calf…all the way to his knee…petting the hair up and down his lower leg. I leaned toward him…my hand traveling up his thigh to the edge of his briefs. His hand reached over and grabbed mine…pulling it to his crotch. I looked up at him…smiling back at me now…sleepily…sexily…invitingly…
I stood up, and the towel dropped to the floor. His shoulders lifted off the arm of the sofa as I gripped the bottom of his tshirt and pulled it up and over his head…tossing it aside. His hips lifted as I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and peeled them down over his thighs and off his ankles. I lay down next to him…draping my leg over his…feeling his arms wrap around me in a snug embrace. We kissed…softly…sweetly. His hands came up on each side of my face and he kissed me deeply…his tongue invading my mouth and exploring every crevice.
"This whole couch scene when I walked in was a big seduction ploy, wasn’t it bud?" I whispered in his ear.
"Works every time, doesn’t it?" he chuckled in reply…"Your bed or mine, tonight?"
"Lets just stay right here on the couch," I answered…"that way you can still watch your game while you fuck me."
It wasn’t my first threeway, not by a long shot, but it was the first one where I was not part of a couple. I had an extended business trip in a Midwestern college town, and by the end of the second week I felt my nuts were about to explode I was so frickin’ horny.
I guess I was giving off that vibe too. Or maybe the two frat guys who approached me were drawn to a guy who stuck out in the crowded college bar. I was 15 years older than most of the students ordering pitchers of 3.2 beer.
It took me a while to suss out their deal, but over some beers and some conversation I figured out a few things. Charlie, the talll beefy one, and Matt, the bubble-butted cute one, were not boyfriends, just friends and brothers at Sig Ep. They weren’t overtly gay, but fuck it they were each staring me down like they wanted to get laid badly. I finally had to grab the bull by the horns.
"You fellas ever been in a threeway?"
Matt blushed, and Charlie nodded and said, “Yessir.”
"You guys have done some together haven’t you." I prodded.
Now even Charlie the bruiser blushed.
"That’s cool," I said. "Look I’m thinking about heading back to my hotel room. You fellas wanna join me?"
Now, shy Matt spoke up, his eyes all lit up with excitement. “Wow, that’d be great.”
It has been a long time since I’d messed around with 21 year olds and had forgotten one of their most endearing qualities: they’re walking cum factories. I went down in Matt, then Charlie, and proceeded to suck out they’re first load in short order. They acted like they’d never had a blowjob that good and maybe they hadn’t. I asked if they were up for more and they both nodded, almost panting like excited puppies.
I ate them out in turn before fucking each of them. One guy would kiss and caress his friend while he got screwed, then we’d switch out. I alternated between the. about four times before big beefy Charlie couldn’t hold back and started spewing his wad all over his beautiful meaty chest. Quickly, I crawled into Matt’s saddle and started fucking for my own nut. the intensity pushed him over the edge and amazingly we came at precisely the same moment, all while His buddy was cheering us on. It was a magical moment.
I thought that was it but afterward, we showered up. The frat boys started ahowing their rumps ti me through the glass shower wall, obscenely rubbig their wet muscle up and down. My boner came back immediately.
Brock and Daniel’s honeymoon was off to a great start. Too bad the hotel bed couldn’t stand up to their marathon fuck session.
What’s hotter than fucking your own dad? Watching him shoot his cum all over his torso while you’re pounding his ass. Watching his body shakes violently as your hips crash against his butt while his cock spews cum on his hairy chest and abs. Watching his face contorts in pleasure and agony as he receives your cock, his son’s cock, deep inside his guts as he experiences an intense orgasm. Feeling the contraction of his anal ring around your pistoning shaft as his juices continue to coat his body.
And finally, looking into your dad’s eyes as you ejaculate deep inside his body.
What could be hotter than that?
"Oh da…daddy, m,m,my ah..ass…wha, what’s, uhh…?"
"Daddy’s got you, baby boy, you’re feeling the beginning of your first anal orgasm. Every time my cock hits that sweet spot deep inside I’m pushing you closer, and just a few more thrusts, you’re gonna be there. Oh yeah, that’s it…your sweet little boycunt is starting to dilate and contract beyond your control and you’re about to cum harder than you ever have playing with your cock. You can’t stop now even if you wanted to. Oh fuck yeah, milk my cock son, milk daddy’s cock."
"Oh daddy, oh daddy please, f-fuck me daddy/ Fuck me-oooooooooh, oh fuck!".
Here it comes son, here comes daddy’s fuckin’ load…daddy’s knockin’ you up… you’re daddy’s little pussyboy now, my little fuck toy, daddy’s little slu-arrrrghh!”
It had been one bitch of a day at the office, and on top of which I’d not had a good lay in two weeks. By 7pm I needed to let off some steam in a major way. I had a couple of regular fuck buddies but Mike Kearney was my favorite. 39 brown haired blue eyed construction worker. I had a thing for solid-built blue collar guys, and Mike had a thing for hung suit-and-tie professionals. We had nothing in common to make dating work but in the sack we were a match made in heaven.
I texted him to see what he was up to.
- Working late at a house reno. How are u bill?
- Jizz backed up to my eyeballs. Need a lay bad bud.
- Haha. wanna swing by? alone here.
- Give me the address.
Twenty-five minutes later I was wiping off my spent but still throbbing cock with my handkerchief.
"Thanks buddy, I needed that."
Mike laughed. “I could tell. Ya were kind rough just then.”
"Too rough, man?"
He thought for a second. “Nah. It’s all good.” My construction worker bottom was still sitting on the toilet, relieving himself of my seed. It seemed endless.
"I thought you normally liked to keep my loads inside you for a while," I observed.
"Normally do, Bill. But that was one hell of a nut ya shot. Fuck, I still feel it in me."
It was just supposed to be a wrestling exhibition and the local gay club. Me and dad liked to wrestle with each other, so we figured, why not. They stripped us down, greased us up and put us on stage. Somehow this time felt different. There seemed to be palpable sexual tension in the room. As things went on we both realized that we had started something that couldn’t be stopped until dad’s seed was inside me.
The fact that a whole room of people were watching had become immaterial. There was an audible gasp as he entered me. They were all mesmerized. They all just let it happen.