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 knew that no matter how tight and talented my pussy was, Daddy, being a MAN, would crave variety. So when I caught him eyeing my buddy Ryan at one of our swim meets, i knew what I needed to do. Seeing Daddy and Ryan kiss that first time was such a turn on, I knew I’d be helping Daddy fuck his way through the rest of the team
Bill sighed, grabbed his towel, and headed toward the shower. Sometimes he wondered why he kept coming here, day after day, week after week, just to punish his muscles. Sure, he stayed in shape. The wife appreciated that. But he was far more in shape than any other guy in the neighborhood or at the office. He could easily let a few days go. Anyway, he had to get back to the office to—
He stopped in his tracks when he saw the young guy leaning against the wall by the shower door.
"Oh! Excuse me." Bill started to walk past him.
"Hey, man. Sup?"
The young man’s query made Bill glance at him again, and that’s when he saw the eyes. They weren’t the normal “hey how you doin?” eyes of the locker room. They were eyes searching for something. Searching for Bill.
Bill paused. Looked back. Wow. ”Oh … I’m fine. You?”
"Cool." The guy kept his hands, adorably, over his junk. "Looking good out there."
Bill blushed and felt his stomach jump. Never in a million years would he have guessed this guy had paid any attention “out there,” in the weight room where they had just been. Sure, Bill had checked this guy out, the guy was hot. But he’d never, ever, seen the guy actually look back at him.
"Oh! Um, thanks. Ha! Yeah, you, uh, you look good, too. Out there, I mean." Bill suddenly felt like a sophomore in high school. He was charting new territory here.
"Yeah." The guy smiled. "Saw ya lookin’." He winked.
Suddenly, Bill knew why he had kept coming here day after day, week after week … and why he would continue to.
"Ok sport, ready to play catch… I brought some brand new golf balls."
I couldn’t believe it! After all these years, I finally got his cherry ass. After years of him filling my butt with his hot, juicy cum, it was finally my turn to breed his never-breached hole. Not that I was complaining. My eager butt was more than happy to swallow all that precious seed from him. But as I got older, I started to occasionally fantasize what it would feel like to turn the tables on him, to see him on his back, looking up at me, his legs spread wide apart as he surrenders his virgin hole to me.
This finally came true! All the stars aligned that afternoon. Considering that the house was full of family members from all over the country, we found ourselves all alone all of the sudden that afternoon after everyone left to do their thing. We couldn’t get rid of our clothes fast enough as we fell onto my old bed.
As I was about to grease his pole, thinking that I wanted to ride it to completion, he stopped me. That was when he expressed his desire for me to fuck him for the first time, and for me to seed his ass deep. My dick immediately got even harder, if that was possible. I greased his hole and my hard dick, and aimed for his puckered opening. For a man his age, he was extremely tight. There was no doubt that this butt had never been penetrated before.
The penetration was slow and painful for him, but eventually, I got all 7 inches of hard, young cock inside of him. Once he got used to it, he couldn’t get enough of it. I started fucking him slowly, but he demanded a rough, hard fuck. So I didn’t hold back and gave it to him, just the way he wanted it, and just the way I liked it. At some point, I was pounding him so hard, I started to wonder if I subconsciously wanted it to hurt. That drove me even wilder as my orgasm was approaching fast.
The only warning he got was the loud cry I gave as I announced to the world my nut. It was easily the most intense orgasm that I ever had. I must have shot 6 to 7 huge cum bullets deep into his guts, flooding his ass chute with a man’s seed for the first time. At the end of my climax, I collapsed on top of him, our lips sealed with a hot, passionate kiss as I tried to regain my breath.
He broke the kiss and looked at me with a smile on his face. “That was my wedding gift for you, son!” he said.
Just hearing those words kept my dick completely hard, even after such a momentous fuck. As I kissed him again, my hips resumed its motion. I was going to give dad his second hard fuck of his life.
It weirded me out at first that my boss Jack Fordham had a foot fetish. I mean big time fetish.
We’d actually settled into a pretty good arrangement. Fordham liked to suck dick, and I liked to get my dick sucked. Add to the mix my perpetual horniness, Fordham’s failing marriage, and a month of late hours at the office, and we were doing it pretty much every day. Fordham would have me recline back in his office chair and he’d kneel between my spread legs, unzip me and start to go to work. He was the master of the long, slow buildup. I’d like to tell myself that I’m a connoisseur of BJs, but fuck that, Fordham’s just an expert.
It was about three months of this routine, when my boss changed it up. Started unlacing my shoes, taking them off. I thought at first he was just making me comfortable, but then his thumbs hooked in my sheer socks and pulled them down. And off. Then my other one. I still didn’t believe it when he lifted my leg and brought my bare foot to his mouth. I’m not even sure the wet sensation of his tongue on my toes felt good, but it was just intense and sexual. And it drove Fordham mad. He feasted like a starved puppy on my feet.
The fucker even had an orgasm, right there, hands free and full clothed in his suit.
When I answered the Ad from an Older Man looking for a Son to Rolplay as Father/Son Incest, He sent Me this Pic…It turns out He is My Real Dad! We are going to meet Today at a Motel across town!
"Dad you about done."
"You gonna use up all the hot water."
"Ha. When do you become so impatient?"
"Just teasing, Dad."
"You know if you want, you can join me."
"I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Dad."
(Pause) “Well, your call.”
(shower door opens)
"Wow, you’re already hard, Dad."
"Yeah. I boned up the minute I heard you in the bathroom."
"Easy with that grip, tiger, it’s not a baseball bat."
"Ha. I forget how sensitive these cut ones are."
(Lowers voice) “You keep doing that, you’re gonna get your daddy off pretty soon now.”
"You want to fuck me Dad? It’s been a couple weeks."
"I know. Do we have time? Your mother’s waiting downstairs."
"Tell me you’re not going to get off in three minutes flat."
"You’re right there. You deserve someone with more lasting power."
"I’m not complaining. I like it. Like to see you have an orgasm."
"Why don’t you sit on it?"
"We don’t have a rubber. You’re always lecturing me…."
"I’m not gonna lecture you today, Matt…. aw that’s it… Holy fuck, son, you’re so fucking tight."
"You’re not gonna last three minutes today."
"No son, I’m not. Of fuck!"
"Cool. This will be our first time. First time you shoot inside me."
He drew in a long breath, his eyes glancing at me briefly before turning back to his book. “You can just call me Hal.”
My cheeks flushed lightly. Somehow, calling him just by his first name seemed more familiar than everything else we’ve done. I sat up and crisscrossed my legs, resting my elbows on my knees.
"Ok…I was just wondering, though, if I could … do it again."
For a minute I didn’t think he was going to answer. Finally, he put his finger down to mark his place, and looked right at me. He smiled. My shoulders relaxed.
"You can do it as much as you want, tiger."
Grinning, I quickly crawled forward. ”Yeah?”
He huffed a chuckle and set down his book. ”Hell, yeah. I’m not gonna stop you.”
I pushed away the ottoman and nestled in between his legs. His dick … was amazing. Amazing. I gripped it, fondled it, looked forward to feeling its velvety thickness slide down my throat again.
I leaned forward, and felt his hand press against my forehead. I looked up at him. He was still smiling, but his eyes were stern and earnest.
"We just gotta keep it our secret though, right? Don’t think your mom and dad would appreciate this."
I grinned. No … I don’t think my mother would at all like it that her son was sucking off her brother. My dad would be devastated: he and Uncle Hall have been hunting and fishing buddies for years.
"Nope. Our secret."
I opened wide.
I’ll be back in a few, hon…just want to check on the boys down in the rec room…make sure they’re doin awright or if they need anything to get settled in…
"I’m surprised you don’t like it: a long, thick tube that goes in your mouth?" My husband chuckled as he puffed on his cigar. God knows why he’d dragged me to this cigar shop, but I did have to admit he looked hot sitting around with a handful of other men enjoying their treasured relaxation. They laughed along with him as he teased me, but I could tell there was something more.
He smiled at me and put his work laptop aside as he said, “You know, the other day my buddies and I were chatting about you.” I glanced around the room and felt a twinge of panic at the look of anticipation on each man’s face. My husband unzipped his fly and fished out that familiar, fat cock I’d learned to love—and to swallow—as he continued, “There’s only one thing missing, and I told the boys you’d be happy to help them out. Care to demonstrate?”
The guys cheered him on as I sank to my knees between my husband’s powerful thighs. It was a little embarrassing, but I’d never seen a prouder look on his face. A look that said he knew without a doubt that he had the best “wife” of the group. And before we left, his buddies would know it too.
DThomas61: “Hey Sport. The Mrs. is taking Dean and the girls to her parents this weekend. I said I had to work…haha…was thinking you might come over?”
BsBall98: “Hey Mr. Thomas. Dean’s going out of town? Damn, we were supposed to work on that Geometry project for Mrs. Baron.”
DThomas61: “So is that a no? I’ve been boned up all week thinking about breeding that fine jock butt of yours!”
BsBall98: “No, I’ll be over! Wouldn’t pass that up for anything!!!”
DThomas61: “Gonna fuck you in Dean’s bed, kid!”
DThomas61: “Bet you got extra hard, though. Am I right?”
BsBall98: “Yeah, that’s gonna be HOT, Daddy!”
DThomas61: “Fuck…you little tease!”
I pulled my aching cock out of that tight, mushy ass. Fuck, even after dumping a huge load into that hole, my dick was still hard, all shiny covered in lube and my own cum.
I stood up, but he was still on his back on the tiled floor. Instead of getting up, he pushed his legs up even more, almost causing him to double over. In this position, his ass was lifted up and exposed for the world to see. It wasn’t hard to notice my cum smearing his hairy butthole.
"What are you doing?" I asked him as I zeroed in my view to that well-fucked ass that had expertly milked my cum a few minutes ago.
He smiled. “I’m gonna make sure your cum goes deeper into me and not let any of it dribble out.” he replied.
"I see some of it already leaking out." I told him.
He suddenly looked disappointed. “Damn. I tried to squeeze as much as I could when you were pulling out.” he said.
This time, it was my turn to smile. “Oh, don’t worry, dad, this won’t go to waste” I replied and immediately pushed my lips against the hairy ass crack. As I started lapping at remnants of my own cum smeared around dad’s hole, I could hear my dad moaning and grunting each time my tongue plunged into his puckered opening.
"Damn it, Jerrod! Don’t you dare steal that from me!" he demanded.
At that moment, I couldn’t think of my life being any better than that.
I sat back on my heels, trying to catch my breath. My still-turgid cock was slick and shiny from the lube and a thin layer of my cum coating it from head to the base of the shaft. I look in front of me at the spread legs and zeroed in on the hole that I had just fucked and seeded. White thick semen was dribbling out of that bruised hole.
He was still on his front, still making out with my lover in our bed. I knew that soon enough, Brad, my lover, would want to have a good at that sweet ass. He usually would after I had lubricated it with my own cum. Besides, I knew secretly that he got an extra kick knowing that he was fucking a man’s ass that had just been bred by his own son, and that he was gliding inside those tight, gripping walls lined with the son’s cum.
We always look forward to when my dad came in town for a visit.
I felt like the cock of the walk dating Mitch, am MLB pitcher having a standout rookie year. I’d known the guy since his college days and even managed to get my job to transfer me to be in Mitch’s new city when he signed. Maybe because I was a little older or a regular 9-to-5 guy instead of a fame seeker, he felt he could trust me. And in private he definitely worked out a few of his daddy issues with a powerbottom routine that never got old.
When he started growing that gangly beard out during playoffs, I wasn’t sure I was thrilled, but day 4 I stubled on him in the shower. He was bent over and had lathered up his mancrack. He looked up from his bent over position when he noticed me. “That’s the other superstition I’m starting. Shaving my jockcunt every day I’m in the playoffs.”
I rode that smooth hole for two weeks straight.
He would come in, full uniform on, smartly dressed and salute me. I would nod and he would take my cock out and suck a load out of me. He would stand up, with a mouth full of my jizz and salute me again before swallowing it down. Then he would leave. Not a single word exchanged between us and he is on duty the entire time, his radio on and him ready for anything.
One day we continued our usual session. He is on his knees blowing me when his radio crackled. The it was directly addressing him. He pulled off my cock reluctantly but answered the call while he is on his knees, my cock throbbing a few inches away from his mouth and the radio.
I jerked myself. Not the slow jerk to keep my cock rock hard, but instead a fast jerk that have every intention of blowing my load without him. He looked at me questioningly but had to concentrate on listening and answering his radio.
I pointed my cock straight at his mouth while he is still talking. He looked up, alarmed at what will be happening. I held back a little but the moment he finished talking I shoved my cock into his mouth and blow my load into his cop mouth pussy while the voice on the other end of the radio said something that I am certainly not paying attention to. Instead of the usual holding of my load, he swallowed me down while I am cumming.
When I finally pulled my spent cock out, he was back on the radio. It took a couple more back and forth’s before the conversation ended.
He put down the radio, made doubly sure that it isn’t broadcasting our activities. Then he stood up in front of me. I could not resist and spoke some of the first words we ever said to each other since we started to do this quick blow and go business.
"Fucking damn." I said.
"You asshole." He hissed. "That was on the air for every fucking cop in the fucking district." I had never seen him so pissed.
I put my hand on his chest. His heart is pounding like crazy.
"You better fucking hope no one figured out what happened or I swear to god I will fucking kill you." He growled at me.
I pulled his head towards me. He resisted at first but finally relented and let me pull him into weird hug as I was so much smaller than him. I can feel his breathing even out and his heart slow back down before letting him up.
"This isn’t the end of this." He said.
I smiled at him. “Let’s discuss this tonight after your shift.” I showed him my phone which I had stopped recording.
"Fuck you. I want nothing more to do with you." He had real interest in his face for a second and I can see his crotch twitch slightly before giving me a ‘fuck you’ look and turning around to walk out.
"I will start the home movie at 8, see you then." I called out after him. He answered me with a middle finger.
I looked at the cop ass walking away from me until he turned the corner and disappeared from view. I glanced down at my phone. I still have a few hours to kill. I started a slow leisurely pace towards my car.
The guys at the gym called us the Three Amigos. All of us went to BC and stayed close even as we went on with our adult and professional lives in the city. Tuesday’s racketball game was the way we found time in our schedule to get together and bond. Actually, another guy, Pete was our fourth, but he was always too busy to hang out in the sauna afterward, always rushing back to the office.
I didn’t think anything of sharing the intimate space of the sauna with my buds, till one day my buddy Rich pulls a big fucking boner right there for us to see. He’s always been the brashest one and the biggest show-off, so it somehow it didn’t seem too weird that he was displaying his wood for us.
"Holy shit, dude," Matt whispered, "You’re huge."
That made Rich grin big. “Yeah. And I’m pretty horny too. Wife hasn’t put out in a week.”
"Mine either," I said, dropping my towel to show my now rapidly growing erection. It wasn’t as big as Rich’s but pretty substantial nonetheless.
"What about you, Matty?" Rich growled. "You throwing wood?"
Matt blushed, for what I figured out what embarrassment of his smaller size. When he pulled the towel, a smaller but hard-as-steel cock pointed straight up to the ceiling. I was about to say something to put Matt at ease but before I could open my mouth, he was getting up and walking over in front of Rich. Squatting down between his legs.
I was processing that Matty was gonna suck Rich, but I couldn’t believe it.
"Aw fuck!" my friend hissed as Matt swallowed his dick in one fell swoop. He really went to town, gobbling and deepthroating Rich’s anaconda. "Oh fuck, Matty’s good," he said to me.
"Yeah?" A little freaked out, but definitely intertested.
"Yeah. You wanna try?"
Matt was in a definite sex daze as he pulled off Rich’s cock and scooted over to mine. If it was hot watching my buddy suck dick, it was fifty times more awesome being on the receiving end of his suck job. Ten strokes and I was ready to shoot.
"Oh man, I’m gonna…" was all I could say before eight heavy spurts fired out of my dick and right down his cocksucking throat. I’d barely come to, when Matt was greedily back on Rich’s rod, driving him up to a gradual but no less intense orgasm.
When we came too and sat back down, Rich was the first one to break the ice. “Matt, buddy, you’ve been holding out on us. That was awesome.”
"Yeah, bud," I added.
Hey, bro…what’s this signal mean? Coach has been giving it to me the whole game…
"Thanks for coming in Mr Daniels… I feel parent/teacher interviews are an important part of every student’s development. Your son? Oh he was here earlier… you know boys his age, probably felt a rumble in his belly and couldn’t resist grabbing something to eat… mmm… he’s not a straight A student, that’s for sure, but I have a feeling he’ll be doing much better… he’s so… grunt… determined… now, tell me about yourself. No honestly, please do… we have the whole hour to… oh yeah… get to know each other…" Grin.
Coach always says, “go deep, or go home.”
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.
Looking at this fine specimen of a man while I am pounding his tight ass causes my orgasm to come faster than I want. His muscular, broad chest covered in a light dusting of hair, his tight abs, his muscular shoulders and arms, and those thick thighs and legs, I just can’t help but fuck his ass even harder and faster.
Eric gives one loud grunt and his thick cock jerks uncontrollably as he spews cum all over his torso. It is a sight that is enough to trigger my own orgasm as I shove my dick one last time deep into his steaming hole and unleashed my own boiling cum into his guts. We are both moaning like two wounded animals, in our own throes of extreme sexual pleasure.
It seems like forever before I pump the last drop of my cum into Eric and fall on top of his sweaty body. My head rests next to his as our torso are glued together with Eric’s warm, sticky cum. He caresses the back of my head while his other hand makes circles on my lower back.
"That was fucking amazing, Jon!" he whispers to me. "I feel so drained and so relaxed now".
I lift my head and smile while I look into that handsome face. “Hey, that’s what Best Man is for!” I reply and then lowers my lips to him. We share a long, passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth, probably for the last time. A tinge of sadness runs through me as I remember why we are here right now, and that this may be the last time I’ll ever enjoy Eric’s body.
We break our kiss. “Hey, we should get cleaned up and I need to get you to the church!” I say to him as I got off his body and slowly withdraw my softening dick. Eric moans as the head clears his sphincter muscle. I look down and see a drop of my cum leaking out of his clenching hole, and my dick can’t help but started to plump up once again, all covered in a layer of cum and Eric’s ass juices.
Still, we have some place to be soon. I hold out my hand to Eric to help him get off the arm of the sofa. It is time to get him all presentable for his wedding. I hope I still have the wedding ring tucked somewhere in my rented tux.
"Oh shit." He gasped as he jumped up and tried to pull his pants from his ankles.
"What the fuck dude." I said as my cock slipped out of his ass.
"There’s someone there. I think he saw us." He whispered, frantically struggling to get his pants back up.
"No, not what you think. You should have said he did see us." I said. "He’s been watching for a while now."
He turned around and stared at me. “You knew?”
"Of course." I said. "I just didn’t give a fuck because you were the one getting a cock up his jock ass."
"You fucking asshole." He was close to tears.
"I would argue that instead of me fucking asshole it should be me fucking your asshole. But I guess it works either way." I noted. "Now bend over again."
"Huh? You fucking crazy?" He was furious.
"Look, he saw you getting fucked anyway. Just because we stop now does not mean that he will forget what he already saw." I shrugged. "So I might as well get my rocks off in your ass."
"No way. You fucking ass." He was feeling brave today. Time to correct that.
I reach up and slapped his a good one across the head. Then I slapped his face too. “Shut the fuck up bitch boy. Just because I am fucking allowing you to stand up in front of me does not make you some sort of equal to me. I bitched your ass and I use your pussy as my personal cumdump when and where I want. Don’t you fucking forget that you are nothing but a human size jerk off device for my entertainment.” I slapped his another time to reinforce my message.
I bent his shocked body over and started to fuck his ass again. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Our little observer is back again. I looked over and gave him a thumbs up.
I love the total shock on our little voyeur’s face. So total mind blown from seeing the big man on campus, football captain and Mr. Popular at school getting fucked in the open field like some sort of cheap whore.
And the best of all, I love how the innocent young man’s world crashes around him as he watch his hero of a big brother taking it up the ass and moans for it harder and faster.
I normally don’t like to put on a show for anyone, but fucking big brother in front of his little brother, I think I will make an exception.
Now the debate is if I should let my jock slut knows who is watching him get used while moans his head off. Decisions, decisions.
It had started as a juvenile college game during our spring break trips to the Outer Banks. An impromptu circle jerk on the beach. But it was a tradition that stuck as we grew up and moved apart. Each year we’d meet for a guys-only week at the shore. Bourbon, cigars, poker, and dirty stories. And at least a couple of trips out on the sand, where we’d strip off our suits and pull our puds.
I didn’t think much of our tradition, actually, till last year, when my buddy Steve got this grin as I was about to come and got on his knees right in front of me. I blasted like a motherfucker right onto his hairy toned chest. He smiled up at me and scooted over in front of Mike, who was ready to shoot with his jizz.
This year, Steve went down on all of us before pulling off and having us spray his face and bod. Later I pulled him aside and asked if he’d be willing to suck me off, one on one. He leaned in and whispered. “Sure, bud.”
I was the one who has insisted that nothing would change in our relationship, but once again my father was right. We sat across from one another poolside in his secluded backyard, both silent and awkwardly looking at one another.
Finally, Dad spoke. “I thought you’d come to visit more, you know.”
I sighed. “Yeah. Sorry. It’s just. Well, since I got married, you know…”
Dad put his hands on his thighs and leaned back, shutting his eyes as if he were suppressing a thought. We were both in just our swim trunks and I couldn’t help but admire the blonde-brown fur on his chest now sprinkled with silver. I felt a surge in my crotch and wondered if I should go.
"Look Dad," I continued. "For what it’s worth… I really missed you."
He smiled a sad smile. “Missed you too, son. Two years is a long time.”
"Anyone taking care of you?"
He nodded. “I got a young man in my office. We do a little roleplay but it’s not the same thing. Not as good.”
At that moment I wanted nothing more than to comfort my father. And if I was true to myself, I’d admit I really fucking wanted this two. I leaned forward and eagerly my Dad met me in a soft, eager kiss.
"Man, that’s nice," he growled as we broke.
"Son…." He gently kissed the side of my neck. "What did you miss the most."
I struggled with the idea of holding back my words, but they came out. “Your ass. Eating your hairy hole.”
Dad pulled back and looked me in the eye, all smiles. “Yeah?”
"Damn, that’s hot."
"What about you, Dad?" My fingers were tracing their way down his torso, teasingly getting closer to his chubbed up crotch. "What did you miss?"
"Besides the kissing? Sucking your cock. Sucking my oldest son’s cock."
Our lips met again, this time less gentle, more fevered.
I was walking back to work at the end of my lunch break when I got a buzz on my phone. I checked it and there was a text message. It had nothing else other than this photo.
Fuck! I was boning up just looking at it. The damn thing was still hard even after it had been drained! I could tell that this was just taken because it was still slick with lube, cum, and my ass juices. Involuntarily, my ass muscles clenched as I was reminded that that huge tool was plunging mercilessly inside my tight butt just barely half an hour ago. My ass was still full of the thick, hot semen that was shot out of that huge monster.
I almost reached my office building when another text message came in from him.
"Still hard and horny. Come by after work."
I shook my head in disbelief. I guess when you’re 21, you’re always horny. I replied to his message. “Won’t stay long. Your mom is having neighbors over tonight”.
When I sat at my office desk, another message came from him. “It won’t take long to breed your ass again, dad”.
I was bone hard all afternoon.
The feeling you get when the ref raises your hand over your head after you pin your opponent is exhilarating…but the feeling you get when your wrestling coach climbs up on top of you…with his thick, hard dick dragging up your thigh til it nestles into your asscheeks…and that big mushroom head presses against your moist pucker…that’s heaven right there!
It has always been my dream of becoming a law-enforcement officer. My dad was one, and so was one of my uncle. It was a no brainer that after high school, and after spending a couple of years in a community college, I decided that law enforcement was definitely what I wanted to do.
But the other reason was that I’ve always been turned on my men in uniforms, especially police uniforms. I thought my uncle and my dad looked very masculine and authoritative in their uniforms, and I find myself often getting hard just looking at them. The situation got even worse because the commanding officer at the police academy was a total stud! Commander Mike Hanson is what I would define at the perfect specimen of a police officer and of a man’s man. Tall, handsome, and well-built, just his presence alone is an intimidation.
Throughout the years I was in training, I had several meetings with Commander Hanson, mainly because he knows my dad rather well. As much as I fantasize about making it with him, it is highly inappropriate to even think of it, and he’s also a married man and a farther of 3. Besides, there is no fucking way I was going to jeopardize my career and be a disappointment to my family, especially dad, by making such a stupid move as to make a pass at my commanding officer. I’m not that dumb.
My proudest moment was at my graduation from the academy. My whole family showed up, and dad was up on stage with the rest of the academy officers. He was beaming from ear to ear when they called my name. As he stood next to Commander Hanson, I walked up onto the stage to receive my diploma, something that I’ve worked very hard for. I shook Commander Hanson’s hand and we stood there on stage to pose for a picture, with dad looking on as the proud father that he was.
Out of the blue, something totally unexpected happened. It occurred only for a second or two, but it was enough to cause a jolt in my body. As I shook Commander Hanson’s hand and stood there staring at the camera, I could feel him guiding my hand lower and towards his body, finally resting right against his groin area! Holy shit, I could clearly feel that the back of my hand was actually rubbing against the lump in his pants!
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I tried to keep my composure, but there we were, right in the middle of the stage, the audience were looking at us, and dad was standing just barely next to us, beaming from ear to ear, and here I was thinking that my hand was touching this stud’s cock, which in the few seconds that this happened, was slowly hardening. It was incredulously brazen, and I couldn’t believe that no one else noticed this.
Before I knew it, it was over. I turned to look at him and could barely croaked out a “thank you”. He smiled and gave me a wink. I scurry off and gave dad a hug before I made my way off stage as fast as I could. My dick was plumping up and the last thing I want was for this to be on display for the entire world to see.
I went back to my seat, and all kinds of confusion and questions ran through my head. Still, I decided to look at my diploma. When I opened the cover, out came a black card with a phone number and the name “Mike” written on it.
My dick went completely hard.
My boss Dan Fowler and I have a routine. We come over to my place after work and unwind with a scotch or two. Fowler will light up a cigar and kick his feet up. I’ll unloosen my tie and take off my wingtips.
The first hour we talk about work. Corporate strategy, what needs to be done next week, my upcoming performance review, the new fuck-ups that are coming out of B-school these days.
Hour two is just to relax. Fowler will kick back and start massaging his crotch.
“Getting horny, sir?” I offer.
“You bet, McDaniel. What don’t you get over here and suck a nice load out? Take the edge off…”
Already he’d be unzipping and I’d be scrambling into place.
Horny married dad needs to relax after a long day. Enjoying a nice cigar is a start, but what he really needs is a slow, wet, dedicated blowjob so he can properly relax and unwind.
A regular hairy, married stud stopped by freshly showered after the gym for him weekly blowjob.
He loves being able to just relax and enjoy coming in my mouth, knowing that his cum will always be swallowed.
You like that, don’t you? You like feeling my big, fat cock against your ass. You want me to rip off your jeans and breed your pussy right now, don’t you, boy? You want to be my little bitch—my obedient whore to be taken whenever and wherever I please. I know what you need and I’ll give it to you, all you have to do is say, “Yes.” Now fucking say it.
I don’t even think I knew what a power bottom was until I started hooking up with Kevin. The guy was huge, a trainer at my gym who loved putting on mass. Lots of it. I watched for two years as he bulked up before I got the courage to go up to him.
"Listen, bub," he said, as I made small talk. "Just to let you know, I don’t date guys"
"Oh," I said, deflated.
"But if you’re looking for just a little stress relief," he continued, thrusting one of his business cards in my hand, "just shoot me a text."
It was an occasional thing at first, but now Kev comes over every other weekend and stays the whole weekend. He just wears his paper-thin gym shorts around the house and whenever he catches me looking at him that way, he nods and pulls ‘em down. Not even all the way down half the time, he just exposes his muscle buns. For Kevin it’s about putting out, not getting off.
That hole of his stays wet and greased, so I just fist my cock and get in behind him, and shove my way in. We both grunt and depending on my mood, we go hard and heavy or nice and slow.
One time I asked him what the deal was. Why he put out for me but didn’t seem to want to get off himself.
"I don’t man, I just get the urge to have you shoot your jizz in me. As much as I can get. I love that you can get off three, four times a day."
It happens 2 or 3 times a week. We never talk about it, and he doesn’t seem to want anything more.
Dad will come into my room early in the morning before he goes to the bathroom. He is always in his robe with nothing underneath, and removes it once he has closed my bedroom door. I may still be asleep, or is woken up from the sound of him in my bedroom. He will walk over to my bed, pull down the covers, and without any warning, kneel down to swallow all of my dick into his mouth.
My dick gets hard very quickly. At my age, the wind blowing around my balls is enough to get me hard. Dad wastes no time in sucking it. Over the few months since he started doing this to me, he has gotten even better at it. He is now able to deep-throat me all the way, which always makes me squirm in delight. He definitely gives head way better than my girlfriend, not just because of his technique, but because he really does it with enthusiasm, showing that he really wants this. My girlfriend, on the other hand, does it reluctantly, as if it’s a yucky thing for her to do, and did it only as a “favor” to me.
But back to dad. It doesn’t take long before his head is bobbing up and down on my hard dick, and it doesn’t take long before I feel the sign of an impending orgasm. By now, dad can tell when I’m getting close, because he tends to increase the pace of his sucking. Finally, he gets what he comes in here for. As I try to stifle my cry, I shoot my hot cum right into his mouth. Through my orgasm, I can feel his tongue flickering all over my sensitive cock head, and I can hear his throat gulping my cum as it is being shot out of my quivering dick.
As quickly as it started, it ends. When dad is satisfied that he has every drop from my deflating cock, he stands up, puts on his robe back on, and without saying a word, walks out of my bedroom. I am usually left in my bed, panting and still reeling from the tremendous climax, my eyes staring at my now-satisfied cock, still glistening with a thin layer of cum and dad’s spit.
That should hold me for now till tonight, when dad repeats this whole thing for his bedtime snack.
I wasn’t the star of the Morton High football team, but Coach Peters must have seen something in me. I had a feeling a good deal of it was the tool swinging between my legs. I’m not the biggest hung guy on the team. Reg Johnson has me beat by an inch, but I’m a close second and bigger round too. I earned the name Flashlight from some of the guys on the team, who liked to tease me whenever we were showering down.
Fuck, when you’re that age, you don’t know what a big dick will do for ya. All I knew was that Coach P asked me to get in extra workouts after practice each day (“Gotta get some bulk on ya, Carson if you’re gonna be a tight end in college,” he’d say loudly.) And I’d wrap up just as Coach was finishing up his shower.
By the time I walked into the tiled room, my burly ex-college-all-star coach would be in a two-point stance, his crack peeking open and his hole lubed and quivering inside.
Pete was horny this morning…really horny! I was still mad at him though…refused to even look at him, cuz if I did, I knew I couldn’t stay mad. My ass was still sore from the pounding he gave me last night.
I felt him roll over in bed behind me…that stiff cock of his poking my thigh…heard him giggle, and I moved to the edge of the bed and tugged the blanket up to my neck. He moved closer again…poked me right in the ass this time. I knew I wasn’t going to get any more sleep, so I got up and went to the bathroom…took a piss…got a washcloth and tried to wash the sleep out of my eyes.
I felt him behind me…my face still buried in the warm cloth. His arms wrapped around me from behind and my back melted against his warm, furry belly. Fuck he felt good…his cock nuzzling between my thighs…his scruffy face pressed against my neck…kissing it…giving me goosebumps.
"C’mon, coach…don’t be mad…I’ll go easy on ya next time…I promise. I got a nice big load for ya this morning," he teased.
I turned and pushed him away…grinning as he stood their holding the shaft of his sexy hard cock. Something about the way it curved up into that big mushroom head…just begged to be sucked. I sat on the edge of the tub and pulled him to me…gripping his fuzzy ass and wrapping my lips around that velvety cock. He groaned as I swallowed it deeper…feeling it press against the back of my throat…then pulled back…bobbing and sucking it like a greedy pig. He pulled my head back by the hair and squeezed his shaft up to the head of his cock…milking his precum from the flared piss slit onto my waiting tongue. I smiled up at him and lapped at his cock…then sucked on the head of it, swirling my tongue around it and sucking him deeply again.
"You ready for this load, coach?" he asked…pulling his cock from my mouth and stroking it.
"Yeah, bud…cum all over my face!" I begged.
He stroked faster now…moaning and panting while I sucked on his heavy nuts. I ran my hand up his thigh and into the crack of his ass…massaging his taint hard. He grunted and pulled my head back again by my hair…aiming his dick at my open mouth.
"unnnhhh…fuck, coach…I’m gonna shoot…unnhhhh!"
The first rope of cum shot over my nose and coated his hand in my hair. The second went straight down my throat as I clamped my lips around the head of his spasming cock. He fucked his load into my mouth now…clutching the back of my head and forcing his cock down my throat…gently fucking my face with long, slow strokes.
When he was done, he pulled my head back once more…leaned down to lick the cum from my hair and his hand, and let it drip into my mouth. He pulled me up from the tub and we kissed…swirling his sweet splooge on our tongues and hugging tightly.
"Don’t think this settles the score, buddy," I cautioned him with a smile. "It’s your ass getting pounded tonight."
It was Jeff’s third day at the clothing optional resort and by now he was starting to shed his inhibitions. Maybe a little too quickly, he thought, when he reflected on the night before. It had been fun, but part of Jeff felt uneasy. He picked up a pair of shorts and was starting to slip them on when he stopped and tossed him back. “That’s not why I came here,” he said aloud, softly and to no one but himself.
He stepped out in the sunlight and walked down the deck. He wasn’t surprised to see the guy who fucked him last night.
"Morning," said the older stud.
"Good morning," Jeff replied. "I can’t believe I slept in so late. You left me a little drained last night."
The man smiled. “It was pretty awesome. It didn’t expect to hook up with a hot buck like you.”
Jeff blushed a little. “You kidding? You’re the kind of guy I was hoping to find here.”
The man stepped up a little closer. His cock started to fill out a little. “How long have you been looking for a daddy?” He asked nonchalantly.
"Dunno. Two, three years. I was always too chicken to do anything about it."
"You weren’t chicken last night."
"Nope. You had a way of making me feel relaxed."
"That’s what daddies do. We’re here for our boys, to make them feel great."
"Fuck!" Jeff whispered.
"Me…. this… fuck, I don’t even know your name."
"What’s your father’s name."
"I’ll be make then. My name is Mike."
The older man wrapped his arms around Jeff’s naked body, while the younger man felt his heart race.
I opened the door and let him out. He limped out of my room and down the hall. I watched him as he walked along the empty barrack past the numerous beds.
"Private." I said. "Wait."
He froze at my words. I can see all his muscles tensing. He is probably cursing the fact that he did not run out of here as fast as he could and now is caught again by my words. I walked up behind him.
"You look so hot limping like that." I said. "I love how you are moving so slowly because I fucked your ass so hard that you are hurting. I love how you squeeze your ass so tight because you don’t want my cum to drip out of your slutty gaping ass and all over the floor."
"Please." He said. "They might come in."
"Don’t worry about them." I said as I put a hand on his ass and spread his cheeks. "They won’t say a word because I won’t let them."
"Please." He protested weakly.
"I am hard again." I noted. "You really don’t think you can now just go away and leave me like this."
"Please." He voice had taken on a begging tone. I like that.
"How about this." I smiled. "You get on your knees and suck me off as quickly as possible. Otherwise I won’t guarantee what they might come in and find."
He reluctantly dropped to his knees, knowing that there is no other way out of this. I let him take my cock out of my too tight uniform and moaned at the sensation of him wrapping his hot mouth around me.
"Come on." I said. "Work it boy. I have all day but you probably don’t have much time left."
He immediately panicked and started to suck on me rigorously.
I let him continue like that for a bit. “Too late.” I suddenly told him. “We have an audience.”
He immediately tried to pull off, but I was having none of that. I pushed down on his head and kept my cock buried in his throat.
"Too late to be shy now. He already saw everything he needed to see." I said. "Now be a good boy and finish me off or else it would be more than one audience member."
He shook his head around my cock and really tried to struggle. I held him down until he resigned to the facts and started to suck me again. He was really trying hard to get me off quickly but I held back.
"You know, your mouth really isn’t doing it for me." I told him. "At this rate, I think it would take quite a while before you can get me off. By that time the whole barrack will be full."
He looked like he was going to cry.
"You know. I am a kind man." I said. "You can get me off if you really turn me on." He was listening.
"All you have to do is raise your ass and relax. Let my cum drip out of your sloppy muscle cunt. I swear that would turn me on so much that it would cause me to blow my load immediately."
He struggled and his body shook from fear. I laughed before saying. “Opps, I just told your audience that you are carrying my load inside your pussy. But too late to worry about that right. Since you are sucking my cock it is only logical that you are taking it up the shitter from me. All you have to do is the prove it by letting my cum drip out of your fucked out army boy pussy and this will all end. Go on, raise that ass. That’s it. Raise it up high. Higher. Good. Now let go. Just relax. That’s it, relax and let that white creamy cum drip out of your slutty gaping man hole.”
I can’t really see what is happening, but the splat of my cum hitting the floor leaves no doubt in my mind that my load is dripping out of his ass. The tears of humiliation running down his face also confirmed his actions.
I am a man of my words. His utter destruction is so hot that I blow a load in his mouth. I pulled out so that I paint his face white with my last few shots. I pulled him up, his face dripping with my cum.
"Time to face the audience." I said as I turned him around.
The barrack was empty.
"What? Who? Was there actually?" He scanned the entire place, looking for the person who was supposed to be there.
"Does it really matter?" I answered. "Audience or not, you are my bitch now. And if I am going to do that to you in front of an audience, the only thing you can do is obey. And don’t bother to ask. I am not telling you if there was really someone there. You can go about your day, every day, wondering if someone in this barrack saw you for the whore that you are."
He started to cry again as he feel his entire reality caving in around him. I admire the destruction of his manhood for a second before placing a hand on him reassuringly.
"Don’t worry. I will take good care of my obedient cum dumps." I said with a smirk on my face. Then in a lower voice leaning closer to him, I said. "If you rock hard cock is any indication, you really enjoyed that too."
I laughed at his red and humiliated face.
"Report to me tonight. I will have use of your holes again, Private."
Craig’s nonchalance about it drove me nuts. Even after years of marriage, he won’t ask for what he knows we both want. He makes me offer myself to him. And I always do, I can’t let him go to work like that after all—parading around the office with his fat snaked bobbing with each step. That wouldn’t do at all. I’ve always thought it was important to put in the work to keep my man satisfied lest he seek out what he’s missing. And that’s why I’ll offer that’s why I’ll even beg if he makes me.
My buddy Dave definitely had killer looks and a killer bod, I was jealous of him in fact. But the weird thing was I got way more tail than him. One night we had a talk about it, and he confessed he still had a flame for his high school coach.
"I don’t know," he said as we nursed beers on my back porch one summer night. "I hook up with guys and it’s just not the same. I still think about Coach T and how awesome everything was with him. I still get a boner everytime I think back to the stuff we did up at his lake house."
"Why don’t you invite him to the beach house this year?"
Dave looked shocked. “I don’t know, man. That’d be kinda weird.”
"What? The worst that could happen is he’d say no. Trust me, the man was even hotter for you than you were for him."
I could see gears clicking in my buddy’s head. “I’ll think about it.”
Sure enough, Coach Thompson jumped at the invitation and the two were inseparable that whole week. By Friday they were fucking and sucking in open view of me. I didn’t care, it was kinda hot to see the sexual energy between them as my butch, ex-jock buddy would crawl between his former coach’s legs and start swallow the man’s hard prick.
He knocked on my door unexpectedly just after I got out of the shower, so I wrapped my towel around me and answered the door. He was doing a survey he started telling me, but he was quite obviously distracted by my damp, nearly naked body leaning on the door frame.
"Is this a bad time, sir? I…I um…could come back later."
I scratched my tit with my right hand, then let it drift down my torso to my furry belly…and hitched my thumb in the towel. His eyes followed it unwaveringly, and I knew I had him hooked.
"Why don’t you come in, sport," I suggested…backing up slowly and opening the door wide for him. He hesitated for just a second, then shuffled in nervously. I closed the door behind him and turned the deadbolt with a loud click. The sound of it made him shudder just a little.
I reached out as if to shake his hand and he instinctively offered my his hand in return. I took hold of his wrist and guided it to my chest…placing his palm over my pec and slowly guiding it down across my hairy trail to the towel.
"Take it off me, sport," I suggested…and before he could even decide for himself what to do, I pulled his hand downward and pushed the towel off my hips. My cock was getting hard and beginning to jut out. I pulled his hand down until it rested in my bush at the base of my cock. I let go of him, but he didn’t move it, so I reached up to his chin and directed his gaze up into my eyes and smiled at him. His hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock gently and it swelled quickly at his touch.
I moved back to the arm of the sofa and pulled him with me. As I sat, I pulled him by the tie to his knees in front of me. He looked up at me with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
"Go ahead, sport, get started," I growled.
My boy Jake’s been outta high school for a couple of years now, but when he puts his old singlet on and does his pose-n-strip routine for his Daddy, it works like a charm.
It slid in so easily.
This probably wasn’t what I was supposed to do after getting my boy drunk, but goddamn, it felt so good. He was the one who started it, by inexplicably taking his clothes off. It must have been the liquor I fed him, but he was being really handsy with me and it was turning me on. He laughed at my hardon and immediately passed out.
I was all horned up with nowhere to go so I decided to answer the call of the darkside.
It slid in so easily.
I was worried that I would be hurting him, until I realized that he was trying to speak. I listened closely.
"Fuck me harder daddy."
Coach Thomas wasn’t actually my coach, but I had the baseball coach as a teacher for US History. It was weird to see a man in his 40s, an authority figure with a big strapping body like his, act nervous. Real nervous. But I got it. Coach T could lose his job over this shit.
I wasn’t gonna tell anyone, though. I knew better. And I didn’t want to so anything to spoil a good thing. Coach T’s ass was the first one I ever ate out, but I took to rimming like a duck to water. Coach T’s hole was perfect: right amount of hair surrounding the smooth shaved pucker, big heavy muscle buns to hold on to, tight ring that opened up into a proper mangash the more you ate it out. I could munch that hole for an hour and I sometimes did, before neither of us could take it any more and I raise my hips up and sink my bone straight into Coach’s pussy.
We’d picked the spot because of its seclusion so it didn’t surprise me that Will decided to spend the weekend in the buff. Normally he was the more sexually reserved of the two of us, but deep down he craved to lose his inhibitions. And this weekend he was going to.
It was his nonstop erection that surprised me. We’d already fucked twice that day, in addition to the BJ I gave him first thing in the morning. I asked him about it.
"I thought I’d pop one of those purple pills, just to see what they do," he laughed. "Fuck, it’s like the Energizer bunny isn’t it?" he said, nodding down to his boner.
I was a little tired and wanted to go to bed after the first fuck I laid on him, but he said, “don’t worry, coach…you don’t have to do a thing…I got this.”
I should be ashamed to say that this wasn’t the first blowjob from my father. He was actually good at giving them. Really really good. I was only 26, but I’d shot the majority of my spermloads into my own dad’s throat.
I thought today was gonna be another but Dad backs off all of a sudden and stands up.
"Whoa Dad, what’s up?" Concerned something was wrong.
"Shh!" he commanded. "Your dad wants to try something new."
Even as he gripped my cock and sat down, I couldn’t register what was going on, till my cockhead breached his tight ring and pushed into the blinding hot insides. “Oh god Dad!” I cried, awash with emotion and sexual need.
"That’s it, son, fuck Daddy," he growled and started bouncing up and down on my dick.