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.
I went on a spring break road trip my junior year of college. Four of us drove down from NY to Galveston, TX to visit a frat brother that had graduated the year before. We took turns driving and vowed not to stop until we got there. Me and Jake ended up in the back seat when we switched drivers at dawn. Three of us used the restroom but Jake was asleep so we left him there. Soon after we started out, he woke up, and had to take a wicked piss, but there was nowhere to stop again for him so I suggested he piss in my empty Big Gulp cup.
"Awright bro, but you’re gonna have to help me out and hold the cup, ok?
I agreed and he fumbled to tug his jeans and shorts down over his morning wood.
"Sorry, bro," he muttered. "Piss hard, ya know?"
We laughed about it and he half stood up in the back…hunched over and steadying himself with one hand while I held the cup under his straining dick. It took him a minute to work up that piss…complaining that it was difficult when he was that hard. Mack turned around up front and suggested he jerk off first to relieve the boner so he could piss, and of course, we all cracked up about that.
"Better yet," he suggested…"have TJ suck ya off…hah!"
He and Pete were cracking up in the front seat, but Jake just looked at me with that smirk of his…puts his hand on the back of my head, and pushes me down on his throbbing dick. I figured, what the fuck…and started sucking my first ever jock cock!
"Holy fuck!" Mack gasped. "He’s really doing it…he’s sucking Jake’s dick!"
I thought Pete would run us right off the road with his eyes glued to the rearview mirror, but he managed to keep it under control. I don’t know who was more excited…Jake for getting his cock sucked, or Mack watching us from the front seat…but it wasn’t long before Jake said he was getting close.
"You gonna swallow it, TJ?" Mack asked suggestively. "Fuck, Jakey…make him take yer load!"
Jake didn’t answer, but his grip got a little firmer on my head, and he grunted as his ass lifted off the seat. I could feel his nuts tighten up against my chin, and his cock start to swell in my mouth.
"Awwww….fuuuck! I’m cummin…unnhhhhh!" he moaned, as his cock spurted a warm, thick load into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all as best I could, but there was so much…it leaked out the corners of my mouth…dribbling down my chin onto his nuts. I pulled his cock from my mouth and squeezed the shaft tightly…stroking it up to the head and milking one last gob of thick, white cum out of his piss slit. I smiled deviously at Mack, then licked it from the tip of his cock and leaned forward. Mack grabbed my face in both hands and licked Jake’s cum off the tip of my tongue.
"mmm…that’s fuckin tasty, bro!" he smiled, as he licked his lips. "That was so fuckin hot!"
Jake tapped me on the shoulder and motioned to the cup that had fallen on the floor. I picked it up with my free hand and held his cock over it. His cock vibrated in my hand as he unleashed a powerful stream of pungent piss into the cup. We managed to keep from spilling any, but got a long horn blast from the trucker we passed who got a good view of the scene in the back seat. I squeezed the last few drops of piss from his cock and slapped a lid on as Jake tugged his shorts back up.
I handed Mack the cup…”Some hot cider for ya, buddy?” I joked. He took the cup from me and rolled down his window just as we were passing a minivan full of babes with a Delta Delta Delta logo on the back windshield. He chucked the cupful of piss at the van, splashing it thoroughly, then lifts his ass to the window and drops his shorts…mooning the pissed off sorority girls who are flipping us off as we laugh our asses off at his antics.
We never did score with the babes in Galveston, but we sucked and fucked each other in every imaginable configuration imaginable that week. And that frat bro in Texas invited us back during the summer for two more weeks. Fun times!
I don’t know what it was. I walked out of the bathroom after a piss and stuffed my morning wood back in my boxers. But the sight of him there—my buddy, Steve, still passed out on my couch—gave me pause.
At I first I just stood over him, looking at the way my cock looked just an inch or two from his gaping mouth. I surprised myself when I let the thick head pass between his lips, and he surprised me even more when his lips instinctively closed around it.
I could feel my precum leaking onto the sleeping man’s tongue as he unknowingly sucked at my meaty shaft. When my balls finally pressed against his cheek, I felt his hand on my ass urging me further and saw his eyes fluttering open.
He looked confused as he gazed up at me and I shrugged, “It’s been a few weeks since i had a girl.” Steve, with my permission secured, sucked even more hungrily than he had before. Starting to fuck his face, I admonished him, “You’ve been holding out on me, Steve. If I had known I had a genuine cocksucker on my couch, I’d have made you my bitch years ago.”
I pulled my cock out of his mouth to let him answer, smacking him across the face with the saliva-drenched meat as he said, “Sorry, sir.” I swelled at the submission and resumed my thrusts down his throat.
With each slide between his lips, I felt myself coming closer. When I finally exploded in his mouth, the pleasure was overwhelming and I couldn’t barely stay standing over him. I looked down as he swallowed it all and said, “Damn, Steve, you’re gonna have to pass out here more often.”
part four of ongoing correspondence with jockboy…
Been a week since my pussy was fucked non-stop by Coach. Standing in the office, Coach, I am sure on purpose, puts his bare foot on top of the desk as I talk. Wriggling his big toe that was drilling in my cunt last week. Making me lick my lips as I watch.
I just stepped out of the gym-shower, so standing in just a towel-skirt, still dripping wet.
"Coach, ever since last week, my asshole been - well, itchy. It just feels weird."
Before I can object, Coach stands up. I see that he is in just a tee and jock-strap. He whips off my towel, as he pushes me forward onto his desk with a SMACK SMACK on my big bare buns.
Coach makes me spread my big legs.
"I see the problem sport, your pussy just needs some attention." With that Coach roughly spreads my deep ass crack and starts to EAT my hole.
I am MOANING! “AAHH FUCK COACH! GROAN! GROAN! YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH MAN.. AAHHH FUCK COACH.. YOUR WHISKERS! TICKLING MY HOLE!”
I can hear Coach smirking as he keeps passing his chin-stubble back and forth over my swollen pink hole. SUCKING it. Then roughly tongue-lashing that pucker as I squirm all over the desk. No escape from the teasing, my dick soon rock-hard. Coach knows my excitement, as he hold onto my huge balls to keep me in place - my pussy a target for his long slithering tongue.
Coach then pushes a finger up my winking pucker. QUICK FINGER-FUCKING JABS up that horny hole. ”That’s all your little cunt needed, sport. A little attention. Hear you moaning with that finger, fucking your pussy. That cunt-hole so horny, boy. No worries though, Sport. Coach gonna keep a close eye on that pussy, whenever it gets itchy again.”
I MOAN when I feel Coach pull his finger from my hole. ”Don’t worry, sport. I got a gift for the wife, for when I go away on road-trips, but think you might need it more then her”
I go to lift myself up to get a look, but with a hard SLAP on my big buns, Coach makes me stay in place. Seconds later I can feel something COOL sliding up my hole.
"There you go boy. Your pussy grabbing onto that dildo like a champ. Keep it in that cunt, while I plug you at both ends. There you go, open your mouth. Take that dick between your lips. Suck boy. Oh yeah, should have mentioned, the dildo has a remote control. There you go! Yeah, feel it vibrating in your pussy? FUCK BOY! Gets you moaning around my dick!"
"MMMMMPPPHH FUCK COACH! MMMM.. SO GOOD UP MY ASSHOLE!" I dunno if Coach can understand me. Muffled moans around his shaft as it plunges in and out of my mouth. My teeth scraping that big cock, though Coach doesn’t seem to mine as he rocks his hips. Making his big nuts tap my chin, as I suck and slurp.
I dont know how long I am sucking that cock. My whimpers are non-stop as that dildo just keeps the same rhythm. TEASING my pink hole for more.
Coach pulls his hard prick from my mouth. Not before making me LICK the head of my spit and that pre-cum.
Again, I MOAN as Coach goes behind and pulls the vibrator from my hole. That hungry pussy winks, Hoping for that feeling again, up my ass.
Coach knowing how much I love my big buns man-handled gives some loud SLAPS to both meaty bubble-butt cheek. Orders me to stand.
I watch as he sits is his chair. Lifts his cock with his hands.
"Come sit on it, sport. That hungry cunt of yours needs some of coach’s protein in there!"
I straddle the chair. Facing Coach. S-L-O-W-L-Y, I sit down. GASPING as my wet ass-lips are forced to spread by that huge mushroom head. Seconds later SLIDING my hole around that thick shaft.
"Fuck Coach. Your cock feels so much bigger then that dildo. Ahhh man. Filling me so much. But how we gonna..? You know.. Fuck. I can’t move around too much like this."
"Don’t worry, sport. I’ll take care of that. GEEZUS, boy. That muscled pussy so tight around my prick. But I’ll get it working my meat for sure."
Coach grabs my back. Pushing me forwards a bit as I sit on his dick. Which makes my pink nipple push right into his mouth! Same time, I hear the WHIRR of the dildo, and feel it rubbing on my cock, AND the end poking in my deep sensitive belly-button. Coach knowing what my reaction will be - as he SLURPS and SUCKS on my horny tit as he plays with my cock and navel. My body SLIDING all over coach’s hairy bod. My asshole GRABBING that shaft. Involuntarily MILKING that dick for cum, as I frantically react from the teasing of my tit, navel and dick.
"Yeah boy, you feel my cock hitting that spot in your horny cunt?, says Coach as he changes nipple to slurp on, "Gonna have you shooting your cum pretty soon. Don’t worry though, Coach intends to flood that pussy with a couple of loads before we done."
I am sitting right on coach-s hairy sac. My pussy filled to those balls with cock. My asslips forced to work around that dick in reaction to those hot licks on my pointy tit, or the vibrations all over my belly and prick. Coach has me moaning like a bitch. Gonna Force my thick sperm to soon coat our stomachs.
Knew you’d like the wife’s dildo scratching that itch…for starters anyway. Nothing like the real deal though…having coach’s thick, juicy cock SLAMMIN that sweet spot, eh sport?
I slide down on the seat so my big ass is hanging off…let your feet down on the floor so you can start bobbing that tight jockboy ass on my dick…c’mon, sport…jerk me off with that pussy of yours…you know you want to. Me running that vibrator up and down your belly…POKING your belly-button and laughing as you suck in those abs every time I do…feeling your ass clamp down tighter on my cock too. Getting a good squat workout on my dick, aren’t ya, sport? You keep bouncing…I keep thrusting my hips up as you slam down on my nuts…FUUUCK….yer gonna make me cum like that, champ! Put my fist on your those quarter size tits of yours…all wet from me GNAWING on them…push you back til you have to reach your arms back and hold onto my knees…sliding back and forth on me now…gives me a good view of my dick STRETCHING that wet pussy of yours…gives me an idea too.
Slide that vibrator over the base of my cock…fuuck that feels good….pressing it against your taint and nutsack while I fuck you…making you fuckin MOAN like crazy now…can see your nuts tightening and feel your cock getting fatter in my hand. I squeeze it tight…choking it off for a minute…til your nuts feel like they’re gonna bust…mine too…few more good thrusts up into you and I start flooding your guts with cum…let up on your dick…starts SPURTING cum high into the air…SPLATTING down on my belly and chest…fuckin hot, sport…hearing you groan and clamp that muscled ass down on coach’s dick…milking every drop of cum from it. GRAB your neck and pull you down on me…sliding you off my dick and down down my cum soaked belly til your nose is in it…LICKING my hairy, sticky belly…grabbing my dick and slapping it against your cheek…feeding you my meat…you gobbling up my dick and chewing on the sensitive head…unnnnhhhh…you fucker!
Push you down on the floor and climb on top of you…your smirking face all creamy with our juices…feeding you my cum frosted tit and you CHEWING on it…ahhhhhh! Roll on my back…pulling you on top of me…SMACK that big jock ass of yours hard and run my fingers into that wrecked hole…all warm and JUICY…pull your face to mine for a deep kiss…you moaning in my mouth while I finger fuck that jock pussy…mmmm…can’t wait to fuck it again, sport!
AAHHH FFFUUCCKK CCOOAACCH.. My asshole! You fingering it like a pussy. You muffle my mo ans by SHOVING your tongue in my open mouth. I SUCK it. Licking it as it fills my mouth. You SPANKING that big smooth ass as you play with that cum dripping cunt. I have no choice but to get HARD again!
My dick sliding all over coach’s sweaty belly.
Coach tells me to slide down to the floor..get into a 69. Without moving off each other, we slide to the ground, with me on top. I move my bod around. Spreading my big legs, on coach’s chest, until my smooth muscled ass is facing him.
I pick up that juicy prick off coach’s stomach. Leaning, with my tongue sticking out, I LICK around the head. Taking longer swipes until all of that mushroom caps fill my mouth. SUCKING it. Taking more of that thick cock in my mouth. I bob up and down on it. SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!
Coach sticks his long tongue out. Makes my push my buns back, and ride it! I WORK my hole back on that wet slithering tongue. Coach can suddenly feel those pussy-lips twitching. At the same time that he moved his fingers down. Found both of my tits. Pulling the erect nipple down. Like he was milking an udder. Coach can only hear gurgling, horny sucks around his prick as I MOAN! That pecker is filling my mouth, at times, to coach’s hairy nuts. But I don’t seem to even notice. Just fuckin reacting from that tit-play, and those ticklish licks at my swollen pussy-lips.
Coach tires of my big bod, sprawled on him, makes us turn. This time Coach on top, my back on the floor. Coach scoops up. Before I can protest, he SITS on my face. Ordering my tongue to worship his man-hole. I feel my sweaty pec-trench, and nipples sliding all over Coach’s hard dick, as he rocks his bod. Making his hairy ass, sit square on my face. I lap at coach’s hole. LONG licks. MOANING from the hot tit play. AAAHHH FUCK.. Coach has made my nipples so fucking sensitive. Like a chicks! Every touch on the erect tips, making me MOAN. I can feel coach’s piss slit making my tits wet with sticky pre.
As Coach rises off me, my bod is limp. My cock a throbbing wet slab on my smooth stomach.
As I lay in the floor, Coach makes me lift my legs. He then lays on his side besides me.
I moan as I feel coach fishing around with his hard prick between my legs.
"Coach please man. My asshole sore, man. Your cock fucked it so hard last time."
For all my pleading, when Coach finds that hole, those horny cunt-lips SPREAD and let that huge mushroom cap to PIERCE thru. Coach likng the warmth of that tight wet muscled hole, WRAPPING around his pecker.
Coach sticking out his tongue. LICKING at his own pre that has coated my left tit. He can feel that cunt twitch around his shaft as he does. He tells me to play with my other tit. I PINCH it. My other hand behind my head. I turn my face, and lick my own bicep, and sweaty pit. So fuckin turned on.
Coach SWALLOWS my tit. Same time he moves a finger down to find my belly-button. FINGERING it. That horny hole flooded with my pre. Can feel and hear the SQUISHY sounds s my pussy-navel is fingered. My hole WORKING coach’s cock. In overdrive. My muscled hole GRABBING at the thick shaft.
ALL of that prick in my hole. Only coach’s hairy balls sticking out.
Dick not even fucking me. Coach just letting my pussy milk that cock for another load of fresh man-cream to fill it.
Part Four of ongoing correspondence with jockboy. Part Three here: http://tmblr.co/Z04gqp1S9bZr0
I was standing back, admiring my handy work at the freshly-fucked ass. My cum was starting to drip out of the stretched hole. Damn, I must have dumped a gallon of my cum in that hungry hole. I couldn’t remember fucking such a hot, tight hole ever, and I must have pounded it real hard and deep.
My dick was still hard, standing straight out, shiny and slick from my cum, lube, and ass juices. I had a mind of sticking it back into that slimy hole when Bruce, my best friend, pushed me to the side.
"You got your nut already, Jack. Now let me have my turn on my dad’s butt!" he said to me as he took my place and aimed his thick 7-incher right into his own father’s abused hole.
I sat on the chair and my dick grew even harder as I watched father and son moaned in pleasure as their dick and ass connected.
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I have to give Coach credit. Anything he made us do at practice, he’d be right there with us. Running laps, lifting weights, practicing on the mat. I was the star wrestler on the team and for the last month, I’d stay after practice for an additional hour. It was expected I was going to State this year, and since Coach Furman had been a championship wrestler in his college days, I wanted to learn everything I could.
I looked up to the man, but I also liked to kid him. It was like I could say things I never would to my father. One day, I kidded him for being a fatso, the man was not overweight but he was beefy and muscular, not lithe like me.
He stopped what he was doing and cocked his eyebrow in a way that let me know he was half pissed off, half enjoying my teasing. “You gotta be kidding me, Connelly,” he growled. “I’m just as in shape as you guys, maybe more.”
"C’mon, Coach," I egged him on. "You couldn’t even get into Stafford’s singlet." Jase Stafford was the biggest of the heavyweights we had.
"You little pissant, just because you’re our star doesn’t mean you can talk that way to your Coach. Take off that goddamn singlet."
I was starting to worry if I’d gone too far. Coach had a stern, intent look on his face. Was he really gone kick me from the team, right then and there? I somehow knew not to disobey, I unhooked the straps from my shoulders and pulled my uniform down. Kicked it off, and the lycra landed a foot away from Coach Fulsom’s feet.
He gave a slight smiled and peeled off his clothes. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I took in the man’s magnificent build. His power chest, his thick pelt of hair trimmed at a half-inch all over, his thick thighs. And as he dropped his jock strap, I saw a magnificent set of cock and balls, soft but full.
Then Coach picked up my singlet and stepped one leg into it, then the other. It didn’t fit on him, but it looked fucking sexy stretched across his bod. I couldn’t help it, I popped a boner right then and there. Coach noticed, off course, and grinned. Pulling up the singlet leg, he let his genitals pop out. “Here Sport, why don’t you work on this while you figure out why you should call your Coach names?”
"Yessir," I muttered and got down on my knees in front of him.
I’m dating an A lister. I mean, John is perfect. 32 yo, 6” 190#, brown hair, green eyes. Perfect body, model face, big dick. Not to sell myself short, but I’m definitely not in his league. What he sees in me I’m not 100% sure, but I go with the flow and enjoy every moment.
I will say, the guy’s a selfish prick when it comes to sex. I can’t blame him. Maybe I enable it. But ever since I first went down on him, that’s all he wants. A blow job. Whenever he gets horny, he’ll strip off his pants and wave his big, thick erection my way. “C’mon, Matt,” he’ll plead. He doesn’t have to spell it out for me. We both know what he’s asking for.
I may ask why we don’t ever do anything else. But inevitably, I get between his legs and take his succulent prick in my mouth and go to work. It’s a reward to feel his fingers run through my hair or his grip on my shoulders as I fellate the big guy.
"That’s it, buddy. You’re awesome," he’ll say.
I had never dated an older guy before, but I met Greg while on vacation in Ft. Lauderdale and we kind of hit it off. At first, I thought it was just the sex, a one or two time thing. Maybe he thought the same thing. But we kept coming back for more, spending every night of our vacation sucking and fucking and staying in touch afterward. We had long phone conversations and a few visits to each other. Before I knew it I was moving to a new city to be with Greg.
The guy was teaching me about myself. I was 26, with the sexual experience of any guy who plays the field looking for Mr. Right. But with Greg, I realized I had a major Daddy fetish. My new lover had silver gray hair and a 70s moustache and I couldn’t be more turned on to make out with him. It was like every nasty thought I had would come flooding over me.
Second thing was I realized I fucking love to top. I’d considered myself versatile before, but with Greg, I didn’t want to do much other than fuck his muscle dad hole. We made a game to see how much stamina I could have in one go, how many ejaculations I could have inside him in one night. I got off on it all: his worshiping of my youth, the sense of power penetrating this man older than me, the deep resonance in his voice whenever he called me Son.
I thought it couldn’t get any better till one night, Greg was acting all shy and said he had one fantasy he wanted us to try. I cajoled it out of him: dude wanted to get tied up. My mouth crushed against his, and just thinking about binding my Dad up, I swear my dick had never been harder.
Coach musta had me snap him a hundred balls today!
Dad looking at my nudes I sent him
Kolowski and Coach.
Ed and I had a great relationship but Ed’s a complete and total bottom. And while I love fucking his brains out sometimes I get an itch for a nice meaty cock inside me, punching my pleasure spot from within.
I guess that’s why we clicked so much with Greg and Brian. Both guys loved to top and were always out at the bars prowling for a bottom to double team. We’ve become each others’ favorite couple-fuckmates and it seems that a couple of times a month at least we’ll team up to let off some major steam. Me and Ed on bottom while Greg and Brian do top duties.
I got to admit that Brian’s my favorite fucker of the two: he’s not as hung as his boyfriend but damn, he knows how to fuck.
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Zach found himself in the office of the University’s Athletic Director, sitting between Coach’s Foster and Carlton. The director, Coach Rock, was a massive man, more gorilla than human. His jet black hair was cut buzz short, his huge arms and chest packed tight into a tight polo shirt, his chest hair peeking out from underneath.
Coach Rock scratched his five oclock shadow on his face, although it was not even lunchtime yet.
“So son, let me get this straight, you want to report Coaches Foster and Carlton here for sexual harassment?”
Zach’s face reddened, but he slowly nodded.
“Well, your gonna have to be more specific than that.” Coach Rock put on eof his massive mitts on the desk in front of him.
“W-w-what do you mean sir?”
“I mean, how did they harass you. Exactly?”
Zach mumbled something.
“Speak up boy!”
“They, uh, made me, uh, engage in sex acts, uh sir.”
“Don’t test my patience boy! Tell me what has happened!”
“They, uh, told me to suck them off. Their,uh, dicks, sir.”
“Welllll, almost every day sir.”
“Since when boy!”
“Uh, since we came back for August practices… sir.”
“This has been going on for three months!?”
“Uh, yes sir.”
“Shit boy, why did you wait?”
“I-I-I didn’t sir. I mean, I submitted a form right away… to your office…”
“Must have, ummmm, gotten lost. Let me see, oh yeah, here it is. Huh. Says here boy that they asked you to suck their cocks.”
“Well, which is it?”
Zach’s face, normally a mask of vacancy, now looked entirely at a loss. “What do you mean sir?”
“Did they ask you or tell you?”
“Isn’t that the same thing sir?”
“Of course not boy. Look at these two guys! They’re Alpha Males…”
Zach’s face betrayed his frantic attempts to understand where this was going. Coach Rock sighed as Coaches Foster and Carlton chuckled.
“Listen boy, when an Alpha Male tells you to do something, you do it, no questions. Now, if they had asked…”
“But, I don’t understand, they made me-“
“Yes boy, that is their right.”
“Here son, let me show you what I mean.” Rock pushed back his chair and stood up. There was a massive bulge in his khaki pants. He reached down and unzipped the pants, and with some effort, pulled out a very fat and very hard daddy dick, already moist with precum.
“Ok boy, here is how it works.” Rock sat back down, his dick now ramrod straight and sticking up out of his lap. “Zach, I want you to suck my dick.”
Zach’s mouth fell open and he looked around the room as if someone there could help him.
Rock slammed his large fist on the desk, making Zach jump about a foot in his seat.
“I said SUCK IT BOY!”
Zach scrambled o his feet and went around the desk. Within seconds he was on his knees, his lips going over the over sexed athletic directors rock hard babymaker. Rock could feel warms tears from Zach fall on his legs as the boy slurped in his spongy fat cockhead.
Rock let out a long moan and gently placed one of his massive paws on the back of Zach’s head.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck fellas! He’s not bad! No wonder you’ve been working him so hard. Does he swallow?”
Zach attempted to pull o fthe cock head but he felt gentle pressure from Rock.
“You bet!” Said Coach Carlton, grinning and evil grin.
“Nice, oh man! Little fucker, go to town on my dick twat. Shit boys, I know this faggot’s daddy too. He’s a real stand up fella. Why don’t you invite him down this weekend so he can see what a fine little cocksucker his son has become.”
Rock pushed the back o Zach’s head with even more force as the co-ed tried to protest.
“With pleasure” SaidFoster.
That Friday night Zach again found himself with Foster and Carlton, this time across from them in a swanky downtown steakhouse. Zach’s beefy Dad was next to him. Zach’s dad had played professional foot back many years before. His huge 6’4” frame still had bulk, but he had lost a lot of the muscle. And most of his hair. He kept a short, almost bald cut and a full close shaved beard. Zach’s Dad, Doug and the Coaches hit it off right away, talking about their days playing ball. Zach sat uncomfortably for most of the night.
“Well!” Zach’s Dad said suddenly,” Too many beers, gotta drain the main vein.” He shoved out his chair and with a slight unsteadiness, made his way to the bathrooms.
Coach Foster cleared his throat. “Get down under the table boy and get my dick out. “
“What? I can’t do that here, my dad-“
“Do it fucker!” Foster hissed. Zach bit his lips but obeyed, slowly sliding under the table. Underneath he could see Coach Foster’s baggy cargo pants packed with a large bulge. His hands shaking, he unzipped the shorts. The large hard dick of Coach Foster spat precum as he fished it out of the shorts. He felt the Coach put a hand on the back of his head and guide him to the waiting fuckstick. Within a few second he had half of the man stalk down his throat.He heard his Dad stumble back and plop down in the chair.
“Where the hell is Zach?” He heard. He tried to back off the spongy dickhead, but the coach’s hand just pushed him back down even more relentlessly.
“Well Doug, truth is he’s under the table sucking my cock.”
There was a noise at the table, the combination of Zach’s Dad grunting in surprise and Zach trying to say something while a 10 inch hard man prick was lodged in his throat.
“No shit?” he heard his Dad say and sensed him pushing his chair out to look under the table. “Goddamn, would you look at that!”
Zach’s Dad came back up. “He any good?”
“He’s getting there.”
“Well fuck me silly and call me Shirley. How long you been training him?”
“Three months. You want a sample Doug?”
There was a long pause, then, in a low voice, Zach heard his Dad say- “Fuck yeah, why the hell not!”
Zach felt the hand let go of his head. He backed off the pulsing hot cock.
“You heard your Dad boy, get over there.”
Zach Turned around to see that his Dad had already fished out a rapidly hardening cock. It was a massive 12 inch monster.
“Dad, no, It isn’t what-“
Zach’s Dad mumbled “Shut the fuck up faggot” and grabbed the back of Zach’s head under the table, forcing his own son to put a good three inches o f the cock that made him into his own mouth. Out of instinct Zach relaxed his throat and took as much of the fat cuntsplitter he could. He heard his Dad moan loudly, unconcerned about what the rest of the restaurant thought of him. Hot tears streamed down Zach’s cheeks as he struggled to get more of his own Dad’s dick down his throat.
“How is he Doug?”
“Not bad, fuck not bad at all! God I needed this! Man I miss the days when I could do this every damn night.”
“Plumbing problems Doug?” Coach Carlton asked, no smile in his voice, just concern.
“Fuck Carlton, I’m 50 this October, I just don’t have the drive, in the bedroom or the gym…”
Carlton laughed. “Fuck it Doug, I’m 53.” He said flexing his massive arms and pecs. “And I dumped 3 loads already today and after this hot show I bet I can dump three more tonight.”
“What? How the fuck…”
“Doug, let me set you up with a friend of ours. Doctor Jacob. He does some tests and some trails for Steriods. Nothing dangerous, but the best part is that they work and work fast. Now there are side effects, you know, down there, which is why Dr Jacobs also offer, off the books, a sex drive cocktail that will make your babymakers produce double time. I’ve been o for two years, Foster here for two and a half. Even our director is on em. Here’s his card, you go tomorrow morning and by this time tomorrow night you’ll be pumping out load after load…”
Zach’s Dad couldn’t grabthe card, he was too busy splurging out a massive load down his boys throat…
Cameron was a guy at my gym, a big tall guy with an awesome build. He always had the same MO: start spotting for a guy, then striking up a conversation. Eventually an invitation to come back to his place for a protein smoothie or beer, then pretty soon the big lug would be bent over taking hard, horny cock up his muscle ass.
So it was no surprise when he came up to me in the weight room one afternoon, sniffing out his prey before he approached me. This was actually the third time we’d been through this routine and somehow the guy didn’t even remember who I was. OK by me. I stood up from the bench and asked, “You want to work in with me?” He towered over me by ten inches and many pounds. The idea that I might be topping this giant gave me shiver of horniness in my groin. I decided to go off script.
”„„ Or do you just wanna go somewhere and fuck?” I added.
Back at the hotel, my new muscle friend stripped down and lay on the bed, his massive muscle ass perky and ready.
"Let’s get you in me Hank" he said. "I want you to give me all you’ve got."
The feeling of my boyfriend and his brother both going down on me at the same time was utterly indescribable. I’d never felt anything as amazing as that, and probably never will.
They started by kissing the sides of my cock, just lightly, then his brother took my head in his mouth while my boyfriend licked at my shaft. I groaned in pleasure, unable to contain myself. They traded places like that for a bit, one sucking, one licking, until— to my surprise— their lips met. They looked shocked, but then lustful. They dove into an intense dance of a kiss, rubbing my cock as they went.
I have to admit, it was a pretty good Friday night.
Subconsciously tugging at his wedding ring, the nagging guilt in the back of his mind pales in comparison to the lust growing down below. The memory of the last time he blew a huge load down my throat sends his cock snaking down the leg of his pants. Glancing around self-consciously, he silently thanks god for the dark pants that hide his growing bulge. The officer strides up and says, “I need to talk to you privately,” and says under his breath, “Holster-sniffer.”
the dude from the law office upstairs meets me in the 3rd floor bathroom every day around 4 to get his dick sucked before he goes home to his wife and kids. i go home with the taste of sperm in my mouth and smell it in my beard all the way home.
Ryan Millard was one of the up-and-coming sports reporters in the city and a regular feature in New York magazine. But as much as I enjoyed watching him on the late night news, I knew he had one hell of a perfect body beneath his suit. 5,” six pack, great chest, big arms, the works. Best was the eagerness with which this 28 year old showed up on my door step whenever he had the night off.
"Want some company, chief?" he’d greet me as I came home late from work. I had no idea how long he’d been waiting, but there he was: pressed button-down shirt, casual pants and loafers. Looking like a million hot guys in the city out of my league. Don’t get me wrong, I take care of my self and am in superb shape for my 46 years. But I’m not in my 20s and not as sculpted as Millard.
This stud deserved to be wined and dined, but it’s always late when I get home so we settle for a beer and a chat before making out on my couch. Then making it back to my bedroom. If I have the energy I fuck Ryan twice. In any case it’s always awesome, toe-curling sex. To have this stud wrap his gym-toned legs around my waist and urge me to give it to him is the biggest head rush.
It was our fourth such “date” that I realized Ryan has a major suit fetish. He stayed over on a worknight, and I got up early to get ready. I’d barely tied my tie when I turned from the mirror to see the guy on his knees. Kneading my crotch, feeling my growing erection, unzipping me. Ryan’s blowjobs are awesome, and I leaned my head back and let the feeling wash over me. I’m definitely a morning guy, so pretty soon my nut is coming hard and heavy. I grab Ryan’s head and hold it tight against my crotch. And ejaculated a nice, heavy nut.
Ryan was all smiles when he stood up. “Damn, Chief, that was hot. I’ve been wanting to suck that executive dick for a month now.” His prick was leaking a huge spot in his briefs.
Coach H loved getting rimmed. I wasn’t the star player on the team, or even Coach’s trusted favorite. Until that first afternoon the man leaned back on his desk and lifted his legs and I attacked his hairy manhole with gusto, licking, slurping and munching on his pucker till we both were spurting come everywhere.
I know I was grinning big when we came down from our orgasms and Coach slowly lowered his thick legs.
"Damn, Pete, how do you know how to do that?" he asked. I could see the look of gratitude on his face and I knew all of a sudden that our roles had subtly changed. The man who had intimidated me over the last three years all of a sudden was vulnerable and I, for the moment at least, was the young stud in charge.
It is a yearly trip that I look forward to. Even though I am on my own now, have my own job and living in another city, I always make a point of continuing with our camping tradition in early Fall up in northern Wisconsin. I’ve done it for as long as I can remember, and other than a few times when work and school were in conflict, I’ve been there every year.
And I always make a point of either arriving early, or staying later than the rest of the group. It is the only time he and I are together, just the two of us. We often arrive early at our cabin, clean it out, get the supplies in, and get it in tip-top shape for the rest of the family when they get here in a couple of days.
It is only when that is done, that we turn our attention on each other. Often we will tear our clothes off each other’s body and feed the hunger we have after not seeing each other for months, or even a whole year. We will resume our love for each other in one of the bedroom, or more often than not, take it outside, out on the open, where Mother Nature can see us making love to each other.
I love the feeling of his huge cock invading my ass out in the open. As he grabs my hips, his thrusts get harder and deeper, as I back my offered butt against his groin and urge him to seed my hole. As he cries out loud and announces to the creatures in the woods of his nut, I often cum not too far behind. The feeling of his warm semen invading my guts is enough to trigger my own orgasm as I shoot my seed into the ground.
This will be the first of our lovemaking. There will be plenty more before the family finally shows up. I know that I will take my turn plowing into that hot, mature hole of his soon enough. But for now, we will simply lie on the soft grass and hold each other while we recover from the glorious climax. It is the moment that I consider to be as perfect as it can get. My dick fully satisfied, my ass full of his precious semen, my soul is contented, and I have the man that I love the most, my dad, lying next to me.
Pvt. Cameron initially bugged the shit of out me. Cocky, arrogant SOB whose self-image dwarfed his smaller size. Still, I had to admit the bugger could be persistent.
Like today. I was getting supplies out of the armored vehicle when I felt Cameron’s presence behind me. Arms circling me. “Cmon Sarge,” he whispered. I could already feel his hardon nestle in the butt crack of my uniform as his fingers nimbly undid my belt and uniform buttons. I had to admit the heat and firmness of his body felt pretty good.
"Make it quick, Private," I assented.
"Unh, fuck," I groan, grinning but rolling on the pleasure of beating off next to my big brother. "Good shit, huh?"
We’re watching a video of me fucking one of my girl fuckbuddies. “Yeah, buddy,” he says. “Good fuckin’ shit. You landed a nice one, huh?”
I keep smiling. “You know it,” I say. “And I learned from the best.”
"Damn right you did." He pounds on his dick like he’s mad at it. "Gotta say, bro… you’re good at what you do."
"What’s that?" I ask, amused.
"You’re good at fuckin’," he says. "It’s fucking hot, not gonna lie. You’re not as big as me, but damn…"
”’Damn’ you like watching it?” I ask with a chuckle. He grits his teeth and nods. “Glad to get you off, bro. Glad to get you off.”
I think Dave was nervous to come out to us. We all were best buds, an inseparable group that spent the entire summer hanging out, watching baseball, and drinking on the back patio. We called ourselves the Four Musketeers and Dave was worried that being gay would leave him out.
Kevin shrugged, “I could care less buddy. We all could care less. In fact, if you ever wanna blow us that would be cool.”
Dave looked at Kevin, then the rest of us. Trying to figure out if that was a taunt, an offer, a joke, or something else. Mike just shucked down his shorts. His meaty cock was already growing, rising up into a fierce thick hardon. He took a swig of beer. “Wanna start on me, bud?”
We got regular head that summer and ever summer after that.
what is hotter than a chunky brew-swilling indifferent good ole boy….
We had it down to a routine. We attended the same corporate gym in Midtown and were always there at the quiet hour after the 5:30am opening, when there was only two people working. We’d never been introduced, but I gathered from hearing him talk to a coworker that his name was Mike. I just knew that he had a flawless build and a hungry hole.
Like this morning. I’m five minutes late and Mike is already there, changed into his gym shorts, his beautiful smooth bare chest on display. “Hiya,” he greets me and watches as I open my locker and remove my suit jacket and unbutton my sleeves.
"Hey," I greet. I look around the locker room to double check. Totally empty. "Steve been through already?" The health club employee who always brought the towels in at 5:35 before heading back to the front desk.
My gym buddy smiles. “Yeah, just now.” The guy stands up and shucks his shorts. He’s strapped and I’m rewarded with the sight of his magnificent crack as he leans over. I don’t want to waste time, I just roll up my sleeves and unzip. My morning hardon returns in short order and I dig around my bag for some lube.
We don’t speak any more. I get in position behind Mike and tease his pucked for just a minute with my slick cockhead, just enough to work it open. Then I push in. We both breathe heavily as his hole adjusts to my dick. He’s taken me a number of times, but he’s always real tight when I breach him. Soon, though, I’m fucking steadily.
Neither of us has a reason to hold back. I can feel Mike cumming in his jock strap, his hole spasming around my thrusting cock. I can’t help but wonder what his deal is. Never seen a wedding band, but maybe he has a girlfriend or fiance. Or a boyfriend who doesn’t fuck him enough. Or maybe he just prefers anonymous sex. I wonder if I’m the only guy to fuck his hole. To cum inside him.
My wires trip and all of a sudden, after three minutes flat, I’ve unloaded my morning swimmers into the guy’s guts. I pull out satisfied and a little proud. I find a kleenex to wipe off my cock. “Thanks,” I say.
Mike is pulling up his shorts, not bothering to change out of the cum-soaked jock or to wipe my sperm off his hole. Unbelievably, he’s got a face to match his bod. Perfect. Now crowned with a freshly-fucked look of bliss. “God, that’s good,” he whispered. “See you tomorrow, bud?”
"Sure thing," I say, pulling out my gym clothes.
He slips on his shirt. “Cool.” He pauses as if he wants to say something more to me. But he shuts and locks his locker. “See you then,” he says and walks out to the weight room.
It had been been a rough week and a long Friday and I was unwinding with a bourbon on the rocks in my hottub. I didn’t even know Jake was home, but I heard him call out “Dad?” and opened my eyes.
My boy’s a romantic, I laughed to myself as I saw him wearing only a pair of practice football pants. They’d always been snug, but now that Jake was a junior at college and filling out with a full muscular body, the spandex material was stretched and clinging snugly to his thighs and crotch.
The very sight gave me a hardon. Always does. See, my boy was wearing those when I took his cherry. We’d been circling around the inevitable for weeks, settling for blow jobs but knowing the main event was coming. Suddenly we found ourselves with an opportunity. I’d come home early and Jake had just walked in from practice. I unlaced those pants and pulled them down just far enough. Bent my boy over the kitchen counter and proceeded to slowly, patiently deflower him.
Now he was standing in front of me, offering himself to me, and if anything I wanted him more three years later.
"Sorry to bother you, Dad," he said softly, "I thought you might like to…"
It was weird seeing Mr. Popular college jock turn all shy when it came to sex. If he only knew how much that got me going. I lifted myself out of the water, letting him see how firm and upright his father’s cock had gotten. His nervousness dissipated a little as he saw me erect.
"Fuck yeah I want to. Come here, son."
It was a week-long vacation with my wife, and I was loving every minute of it. The kids were with the grand parents and Sarah and I were enjoying the quiet and solitude of the sunny resort. We hadn’t had this much sex in ages, either.
I was feeling restless though, couldn’t sleep. I woke up around 1 AM with a throbbing hardon and my mind racing miles a minute. I decided to get up and walk about, make my way down to the pool.
When I got there I found some guy was already there, swimming in the buff. “Hey man,” he greeted me. “Couldn’t sleep either?”
Nah, I replied. I was wearing my swim trunks but for some reason decided to shed them to join this stranger in the buff. The water felt good against my overheated junk and I soon relaxed into the pool.
By now, the other guy was sitting up on the ledge, his cock chubbing out a little as he watched me wade. “You’re in pretty good shape,” he observed.
It had been ages since I’d fooled around with another guy, but the situation and the attention made my boner spring back with a vengeance. Nude guy saw and laughed. “Looks like someone’s horny tonight,” he observed and started pulling on his prick.
Sean could tell that the cock he was sucking was about to explode. The loud moaning and breathing of the person the cock was attached to confirmed his suspicions. He double his effort, tightening his lips around the stiff shaft even more, while his tongue continued to flickered along its length as his mouth moved up and down.
In barely a minute, the man forced Sean’s head all the way down into his lap, causing the cockhead to be deeply imbedded down his esophagus. This was followed by spurt after spurt of hot cum, accompanied by a seriest of grunts, going directly into his stomach. The man must have shot at least 5 or 6 huge globs of cum before Sean could pull back and let the rest dribbled into his mouth and his tongue to get a taste of it. Sean lapped it all up, making sure none was wasted.
It took a couple of minutes before the man recovered. “God damn it, that was amazing. Thanks, buddy!” he said with a smile. Sean still couldn’t believe that barely 10 minutes ago, he had the balls to pick up a police officer right there on the street, to get into his SUV and give him a blow job! What was he thinking? It was the riskiest move he had ever made, but it paid off. This young officer clearly showed a bulge in his tight pants, and Sean just couldn’t help wanting to suck every drop of this stud’s essence.
Sean watched as the officer zipped himself up and stepped out of Sean’s vehicle. The officer stood there, straightening his uniform, making sure he was back to being presentable.
"Thanks again, buddy. See ya around!" the officer said as he closed Sean’s vehicle door and walked away, leaving Sean in his vehicle, licking his lips at the remnants of the officer’s sweet, tangy cum.
Who would have thought this forty something businessman would be my favorite and hottest fuck, but we’d worked our way to a regular twice a week schedule, and each time my dick punched into his guts, we both went wild.
Sometimes he’d get into a role play scene, pretending I was his younger brother. “Fuck me bro!” he’d order. “Fuck your older brother’s hungry ass.”
"Fuck yeah!" I’d spit back. "Want me to sperm your ass, bro?"
He’d nod and suddenly a thick chunky white load would spurt onto his stomach.
Inevitably when I pulled my cock out, it was slick with my sperm.
As much as I love coming deep in his tight, warm ass, I think my favorite part was seeing him shower and put back on his suit, getting back to his normal clean-cut executive self afterward.
Found myself at a house party and there was a heavily pregnant couple there. As I listened to the wife moan about how difficult it’s been to sleep for the last few months, I couldn’t help but notice how hot her husband was and wondered when he had last been blown.
He must have read mind as after some serious eye flirting, I found myself in the guest bathroom with him. Turns out, it’d been just less than a year as they had been trying to get pregnant for some time and so blowjobs had been off the menu since then! Said he needed one really badly so he whipped out his massive cock and let me suck it for him.
From the noises he was making, I knew he wasn’t gonna last more than a minute or so, but that was all the time he needed to deliver a massive load, thick, creamy, sweet, and with such force that it completely caught me off guard. It just hit the back of my throat and kept coming. It was as if a dam had burst and there was no stopping him, as literally months of stress, worry, and pent up sexual energy just flowed out of him and into my mouth.
He was shaking after he got done, so I left him to clean up and compose himself. I bet at least HE slept great that night!
It was the first time in two months the two married neighbors had an excuse to hook up. Mike’s wife Karen was out of town visiting family, and Kent told his family he was going over to watch the NFL playoffs. The two didn’t waste any time, either, and the minute Kent came over the 38 year old Mike proceeded to saunter down between his state trooper of a neighbor’s legs and give a slow, steady blowjob.
"Damn, buddy, you’re driving me crazy," Kent hissed, the balding, 32-year-old gripping Mike’s dark hair and shoving that mouth deeper onto his erection. He knew it wasn’t going to take long for him to blow and sure enough his sperm rocketed into the late 30-something neighbor’s gullet, almost choking him in the process. It had been way too long since he’d had a proper blowjob.
After the second quarter of the Bears’ game, the two took a shower and made out under the running water till Mike turned around, offering his firm, masculine rump to his buddy. “Eat me out, guy,” he urged and uttered an audible sigh as Kent worked his way down the man’s backside with wet kisses and gentle caresses of his tongue, till he parted the beefy cheeks and dove right in.
He was definitely going to have to find an excuse to spend the whole weekend over at Mike’s place.
Maybe I do have a Pygmalion complex. Eric wasn’t the first guy who changed himself for me, but so far he’s gone farther than anyone I’ve shacked up with before. He had a great bod, before, but in the last year he’s bulked up, hitting the gym and supplements hard. And after one visit at the beach, when he caught me eying up a megahairy ex-linebacker type, Eric started letting the fur grow out on his chest and abdomen.
When I noticed what he was doing, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. “You like the fur, boss?” he half-joked as I was pulling down his sweats and bending him over the couch.
Yeah, so I have a reputation for being a size queen. As a 6-foot blond and blue-eyed ex-Marine, I couldn’t give a fuck what people say about me. I can get pretty much any cock I want, and I do.
Like now. I’ve been staring across the outdoor bar at this guy’s dick swinging in his thin cotton shorts. As I’m watching he notices me and gives a wink. And all of a sudden that cock starts growing, getting longer and longer in his shorts till the head is poking out down past the hem. Fuck! that dong has to be at least a ten-incher, maybe more stiff, I reckon.
I don’t waste time. I go over and introduce myself.
"Tim," I say, shaking his hand.
"Bill," he replies.
"So, you put that show on for every guy."
He laughs. “If there’s hot as you, yes. Works pretty much every time.”
I’m feeling majorly randy now, and my own, less impressive cock is firming up in my shorts. “I don’t mind the chit chat, but Dude, tell me I’m gonna have a chance to try sitting on that bad boy sometime.”
"I dunno," he says, taking a sip from his drink. "Usually I prefer to do the driving."
Eric Decker and Wes Welker
We’d stepped into the shower to clean off after an intense fuck session, the stud’s semen dripping out of my hole, but somehow, sharing that intimate space and seeing his burly chest and torso, I got erect again.
"I thought I’d fucked all the come out of you," my trick observed.
"Guess not," I replied.
"You’re going to test my endurance, big guy," the man said, wrapping his arms around my body as the shower water cascaded over us. I could feel his meat nestle in my crack, the bone slowly returning as he massaged my muscle.
"A real college football player. Goddamn," he muttered in my ear before nibbling my earlobe. I was his all right, at least for the night.
My son and I have an ongoing argument. Andy always wants to swallow my jizz and I want to blow all over his face. I’d like to say we compromise, but Daddy usually gets his way.
My brother and I are both middle aged with kids now, and we lived in different parts of the country. So this lakehouse vacation was a great way to connect. It was initially going to be both our families but various conflicts arose and it was just Dan and I.
I’m glad too, cause it was just like old times, hanging out, joking, shooting the shit. By day two, we’d dispensed with the clothes. Even when we weren’t sucking or fucking.
It’s not easy having a cop for a father. You get teased by your friends and worst of all you know you’re held to a higher standard of behavior. I quickly leaned I couldn’t get away with anything.
The weird thing was, though, this gruff hulk of a police office friggin’ was always gently affectionate with me, his only son. “You have a good day, son?” he’d always ask as he sat down in the corner and removed his immaculately shined patent leather shoes.
"Yeah, Dad," I’d say, barely looking up from the video game I was playing. "Practice was a bitch though."
That got a stern cough of admonition. “I told you not to cuss like that around me.”
"Yessir," I said, a bit of rote routine to go with the deference in my voice.
Next came the trousers. Dad was very neat in folding the uniform over the back of the chair. Sometimes he’d grab a bear, sometimes, he’d just sit down and watch me for a while. Legs spread, his military-style white boxers a stark contrast to the black OTC socks and uniform shirt.
"Think you got time to help your old man a little tonight?"
"Sure thing, Dad," I’d say, hitting the pause button on the game.
By the time I settled in between his muscular thighs, Dad would have a big smile on his face and a thick erection poking up in his boxers.
My older brother’s friend is a bit of a lunkhead, but I’ll give him this: the dude knows how to give head. Each time, I feel like I’m getting the life hoovered out of my nuts, it’s awesome. And each time, the guy leans back and wipes his mouth and looks up for approval that he did a good job.
The dumbass even brings me pot each time, thinking that’s the only way I’m gonna let him blow me.
Fucking his best friend's dad. Edu Boxer and Allen King in Papi Rules
Fucking his best friend's dad. Edu Boxer and Allen King in Papi Rules
Fucking his best friend's dad. Edu Boxer and Allen King in Papi Rules
Fucking his best friend's dad. Edu Boxer and Allen King in Papi Rules
Fucking his best friend's dad. Edu Boxer and Allen King in Papi Rules
Fucking his best friend's dad. Edu Boxer and Allen King in Papi Rules
Eric and I had a real competitive nature and we fed off each other. It was one Saturday pick up game when he kept pushing into me roughly when no one was looking.
"Push me again, fucker, and you’re gonna regret it," I huff.
"Yeah? What’s the little baby gonna do about it?" This - even though I outweigh the guy by a good ten pounds of muscle and bone.
"Fuck your scrawny ass into the mattress," I growled just before the whistle blew and we were back in the game.
Three months now, I’d been seeing Cliff and I was as surprised as anyone. My friends gave me some serious side-eye, but fuck ‘em. I’d had plenty of guys who looked like me: young, thin, and pretty. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but Cliff was something else altogether.
When he first approached me at the bar, I was ready to wave him off right away—but I didn’t. There was something intoxicating about his presence towering over me. Not more than an hour later, he had me pinned up against the brick wall of his row-house condo as he possessively kissed me, with my feet dangling half a foot above the floor.