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Thing im grateful for professional athletes @drakestories

Thing I’m Grateful For: professional athletes getting a head start on their ex-jock build.

Drakestories tim and i become best buddies on the @drakestories


Tim and I become best buddies on the site. I was working my summer after freshman year for my uncle’s construction company and had to endure all the ribbing and being called “College Boy” by all the guys. Tim Carson took me under his wing and stood up for me when the other guys were coming at me too hard.

Maybe cause he took his fair share of ribbing himself. “Titty Man,” the crew called him. He had massive pecs capped with insanely large nipples. Big fat, two-inch areoles that would look big even on a porn star slut. For some reason those paps just attracted me to the dude even more. They were so obscene, so sexual, and as we worked shirtless in the June sun, the site of his exposed chest kept me on edge for hours straight. I’d have to go to the men’s room and relieve myself several times each shift.

We were pulling in overtime one night, just the two of us doing some shingling, when we decided it was break time. Without fanfare or even a sense of what he was doing was out of the ordinary, Tim unzips his jeans and pulls out a nice, thick boner. I don’t know how long he’d been hard, but his erection was definitely leaking. “Wanna stroke one off, buddy?” he asked and proceeded to jack his prick.

“Yah,” I croaked and fumbled with my own zipper. I was boning up fast, just seeing Tim on display like that. He seemed to sense my desire and pulled open his nylon vest to show off his giant pecs and tits. As he stroked his bone, those pecs bounced in rhythm, driving me mad. It wasn’t gonna take me long.

“Yeah, shoot it, College Boy,” he growled as his hot semen splattered my own torso in thick, hot gobs.


It was 10 o clock on a friday night when craigs @drakestories

It was 10 o’ clock on a Friday night when Craig’s phone buzzed with an incoming message.

Bob G: Hey man what’s up?

Craig: Nothing much. Out with friends. U?

This is how it always was. He and Bob had dated last year, then broke up, and then got back together again. Now it was just booty call texts, always at Bob’s initiative. Craig’s friend Mike told him he should have more self-respect and just tell Bob to fuck off. “Dude, you need to meet a guy who’s actually into you.”

“He is into me, in a way,” Craig would counter. After all, the sex was really hot between them, always was. But Mike had a point. It was time to fish or cut bait.

Craig’s phone buzzed. A photo of Bob, leaning back, legs spread, his shirt unbuttoned open, his large honking prick erect and sheathed.

Craig hoped no one saw the pic but looking around his friends seemed to be engrossed in conversation. He pounded a quick reply.

Craig: Be over in 20.

Bob G: Make it 15.

“Hey guys,” Craig said to his friends. “I’ve had a long day and I’m beat. I think I’m gonna call it an early night.”

Dominicdunique i did so well in my test results @drakestories


I did so well in my test results that Dad gave me an extra reward.

He even let me finish inside him.

Graybeards the elevator doors opened and all @drakestories


The elevator doors opened and all six feet of him flooded into view. Standing there in an impeccably-tailored suit, the dashing older man barely seemed to notice me even as I stared right at him.

He lazily turned his eyes toward me and asked, “Going down?”

I instinctively glanced downward, sending a subtle twitch of a grin to the corner of his mouth. The door began to close but I managed to stumble in, coming to stand beside him and do my best not to stare.

We watched the floor numbers tick down in awkward silence, but he was totally at ease. 

I don’t know what came over me, but my hand reached out before I even knew what I was doing. My fingers wrapped around his belt buckle, tugging the belt tight around his trim waist. 

Terror overtook me as I looked up from the man’s crotch, expecting to see him enraged, but he looked unfazed. A man like him has a natural draw to others; this wasn’t his first time and it wouldn’t be his last. 

He simply glanced up at the floor number and chuckled, “Better hurry, only fifteen floors left.”

I slid my hand down his pants, desperately grasping at his growing fat cock. A satisfied grin crossed his face and an obscene bulge formed in his crotch. I ran my fingers down his massive shaft until I could grasp his bulbous, leaking head.

“Five floors left,” he stated.

Just before I pulled my hand from his pants, his cock spewed a juicy globule of precum onto my fingers. 

“Lick it off,” he ordered as the elevator chimed its arrival on the ground floor. I did as he said, my eyes rolling back in my head as I sucked down his precum. 

As he walked out of the elevator, his prominent bulge bouncing with every step, he pushed a business card into my wet hand and whispered, “Consider that an appetizer.”

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Craig is my live-in lover and even at four years on, we fuck like rabbits. Best thing though is the dude, an ex-football jock with boy-next-door looks and twinkling green eyes, lives to give me head. Sometimes he comes on to me, sometimes I whip it out and practically demand servicing. Dude never fails to get me off in short order.

Just when I thought we’d explored everything, Craig gets a smirky grin when we’re out swimming in the pool one afternoon. He peels down his trunks and orders me to take off mine. I’m boning off already as I pull off my swimsuit. “What do you have in mind, stud?” I ask in anticipation. 

“I’ve been practicing something,” he says cryptically, then dunks beneath, where he proceeds to give me head underwater. 

This vacation was about him not me i kept @drakestories

This vacation was about him, not me, I kept telling myself. Matt had graduated near the top of his class and had gotten into Sloan, and I knew he was not only going to follow in his daddy’s footsteps but surpass them. I was proud as hell and overdue for a vacation, to boot. So I cashed in miles and flew us to Costa Rica a week after his graduation from Cornell. Just me and my boy, a guy’s week away.

We were close, and yeah, we’d taken the opportunity to fool around before, over the last couple of years pushing closer to that line where fathers and sons shouldn’t go and then crossing right fucking over it, one intense orgasm at a time whenever the occasion would present itself. When Matt came out as gay, let’s just say it wasn’t a surprise, but it did make the unspoken sexual activity between us the big elephant in the room. No longer could we write it off as a no-emotions release or just horsing around carried a little too far.

Particularly now. Now in the isolation of our resort hotel room in Costa Rica. My strapping 22 year old son coming on to his father. And me discovering just how much I like to be serviced. Ellen won’t go down on me much, so having the chance for some head is amazing and, well, addictive. Particularly head as good as Matt gives. I don’t know if he’s practiced or is a natural but whether we go for a quickie or a nice long edging session, my boy makes me come buckets. Or at least it always feels that way, cause he swallows it all like a champ.

And, yeah, so here we are, day 4 of this glorious vacation week. Lots of lying out by the beach, a couple of sightseeing expeditions, drinks out on the town at night, but mostly it’s us coming back to this hotel room and my son blowing me. Multiple times a day. Fuck, I know it’s selfish of me, but all he has to do is ask if I want another blowjob or even give me that inquisitive look and I start throwing hard. And Matt gets this big excited grin like he’s about to get another treat. Fuck.

This afternoon I thought was another one of those times. Us eating lunch, Matt’s fuzz-covered knee bumping against mind under the table, me boning up, Matt reading the look of hunger in my eyes and smirking. We pay our check and leave. We’ve barely shut the door and my son is crouching down, unzipping, and pulling out my cock. Going down on me. I grip his shoulders and ride out the best head a man could ever experience, till I’m ejaculating hard and heavy. First nut of the day.

Matt showers up, and then it’s my turn. When I come out Matt’s face down on the bed, showing off his dark tan and the creamy white buns. Damn, he looks awesome, awesome in a way I don’t think I’ve registered before. Muscular but tight build, male perfection of a young man in his prime. Next to the bed is a bottle of lube.

We’ve never crossed this line. Not before now. But I’ve just come a half hour ago and once again I am rock hard erect. Cause he’s asking me without actually saying anything. Asking me to fuck him. Fucking him without my asking permission. I pick up the lube bottle and squirt a huge dollop on my prick, hoping it would be enough. Then I crawl on top of my son, kissing and nibbling the back of his neck and up to his ear. That makes him moan and hike his butt back against my crotch. When I nudge and push in, it feels like I’m entering heaven. Tight, hot, snug heaven.

That’s when it clicks for me. When I hear him, my son, Matt, muttering so quiet I almost can’t hear him. “Love you, Dad.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue, too. Those word. “Love you too son.” Only I don’t say them. At least not out loud. Instead I shove my hard daddy cock into the guy and grip tight for the fuck we’re both about to enjoy.

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I was home from college for the summer, and Dad had decided to take off a week from work. I asked what he planned to do and he replied nothing in particular. “I just want to relax. Enjoy some down time by the pool.”

I thought something was up that first day when Dad clearly boned up in his speedos even though he knew I was there. “Sorry Tim,” he half-apologized and wrapped a towel around his mid-section. “It’s been a while.”

By day 3 of his vacation, he was getting bolder, and as I watched from the kitchen window, the towel that covered his midsection gradually lowered until the full, heavy paternal cock plopped out into full view.

“Fuck!” I muttered under my breath, transfixed by the sight of my dad’s dick rising to a half-hard then a full fuck hard. 

I was confused, I was breathing fast, but I knew something was gonna happen that day. And I wanted it to happen.

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Man Spread

Things I’m Grateful For: Man Spread.

Daddysbottom we were simply chatting away @drakestories


We were simply chatting away, catching up on our lives since the last time as we munched on our breakfast. It was during one of the silent moment that I had a good look at what we were doing that the absurdity of it all sank in. I had to hold back from laughing out loud. There we were, two adult males, completely naked, having breakfast in bed! We were chatting away as if we were having a meal at a fine restaurant, as if there was nothing utterly unusual about this whole scene.

But it was even more than that. Ever since he flew in last night, we have had non-stop sex from the moment he stepped into my apartment. I clawed at his mature, hairy body, and ran my hands through his grey hair as he plowed deeply into my eager hole. He continued to be the best lover I ever had, the only one who could make me cum hands free.

We went at it till the wee hours of the morning before we caught a few hours of sleep. We went at it again this morning, but this time, I got to conquer his seldom-fucked ass, leaving my morning load deep into his guts. It was after that that we both felt as if we hadn’t eaten in days.

I went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for us. Made him some coffee and got him the pastries that I knew he liked. And that was where we were, getting nourishment and catching up on news. I knew that we needed to eat something, because there was more hard fucking to follow. My dad may be in his late 50s, but man, can he fuck like a stallion and have a stamina of one.

I just knew that my ass was going to be sore, and full, by the time he flies back in 3 days time.

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We sat silently by the pool, neither of us eager to swim or sunbathe, despite the warm day. We’d had sex an hour ago and were sitting around just feeling content. 

I didn’t know Jeff well - really he was just a guy I met online a couple weeks ago. But the sex clicked between us, and I agreed to come with him to his Palm Springs house for the week. I work in finance so it’s not easy for me to take time off on short notice, but I pulled an overdue favor with my boss given the hell I went through on the Carson-Pacific account. I don’t know what possessed me to be so impulsive, but I’d been all work, no play lately and needed to let off some steam. Jeff seemed to come along at the right moment.

The man was looking at me a little intently now, and finally spoke up. “I wanna fuck you again, buddy. That was so hot.”

“I’m sure you will, man,” I replied. Jeff wasn’t the kind of guy you’d peg as an alpha-top but I had to admit he knew his stuff. He loosened me up, mounted me, and fucked the come out of me like a master. Until now, the sex had been just blowjobs, but now that we’d fucked I felt somehow closer to the guy. “We have a whole week ahead of us.”

“No, I mean right now.” He moved his hand aside and I saw the stiff cock pushing up the crotch of his swim trunks.

Paternal instinct i walked into the @drakestories


I walked into the interrogation room, seeing three other men in uniform just like myself. One was kneeling on the floor in front of the other two, who stood side by side. I moved into the room more, to get a better view. The two standing men had their cocks out, and the kneeling boy was rapidly sucking them off. It was a sight to behold.

I still wasn’t noticed, so I spoke: “I see you two met my son.”

The two men looked at me; my son kept sucking their cocks. “Oh yeah,” one of the officers said, “for a new recruit, he’s a blowjob expert!”

“Taught him everything I know,” I stated proudly, my eyes still fixated on my son going back and forth on the one cop’s member.

“C’mon, Rogers,” the other cop said, “whip out your cock and join us. Would love to see a little father/son action go on!”

I chuckled, unzipping my pants and reaching in for my penis, stiff with the thought that my son would give me the same treatment as these men. My cock stuck out farther than either man’s, and it leaked with precum. My son finally gave a look at me; first staring at my cock, then he looked me in the eyes.

“Suck it, boy.”

Fooling around with dad was definitely the most @drakestories

Fooling around with Dad was definitely the most amazing thing that had happened in my life. For two glorious months we snuck around and found ways to suck or fuck. Part of it was my Dad, the man who raised me and who I’d looked up to my whole life. Sometimes he could be gruff, especially when he had to work late and wanted nothing more than to watch TV on his own in the den with a scotch or two. But he was always there for me, even traveling to my away games on Friday night, helping me with my precalc homework, or just relating to me almost as an equal, now that I was passing the threshold into manhood.

I was definitely a Daddy’s boy, which made the sexual connection, when it happened one camping trip, feel like the bursting of a dam of pent up emotion.

Mind you, it helped that I liked dick, knew I’d liked dick since I could first toss a load off. And Dad has the perfect dick. An eight inch, uncut, fat veiny shaft that gets ramrod rigid when he throws wood. I had a hard time learning how to suck

Only now Dad had cut me off. Called off the shenanigans we’d been up to and the sexual escalation between us. “It’s not right,” he told me one night, when it was just us men out of the back porch. “Look I’m not blaming you or trying to make you feel bad, Mike, but we can’t do it. I’m not going to do it.”

I tried to plead but I knew when Dad had made up his mind, he’d made it up. So I was resigned, if a little sad. I mean, he’s still my Dad and we have a great father-son relationship. Maybe the sex was messing it all up, and life can get back to normal now.

That’s why I can’t figure out what’s going tonight. Quiet Saturday night, and most of my friends are out of town for spring break. We’re just all hanging out. Dad’s looking at me weird, like he’s got something on his mind, like maybe I did something wrong. I feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe he’s more angry and guilty about our sex adventures than he let on before. Fuck, maybe he does blame me.

I want to go up to my room but Dad is giving me a stern look whenever Mom’s not looking. So I stay put, on the sofa, watching this boring nature documentary on Discover. Mom is making small talk, Dad’s chiming in enough to make it seem like a normal night but something different I can tell.

Finally, Mom gets up and says she’s tired.

“I’ll be up soon honey,” Dad says, giving her a good night peck from his chair.

No sooner as she’s walked up the stairs and down to their bedroom, Dad leans back and peels up the hem of his sweatshorts. He’s erect, that beautiful hooded cock standing straight up, fully engorged and craving attention.

He’s got a smirk on his face now. “Your mother’s mad at me and I’ve been in the dog house all week. Why don’t you help you old man out, Mike?”

I’m turned on but nervous as hell. I nod upstairs.

“She’s not coming down. Besides, you can make it quick, like that time at the lake house. Besides, it’s not gonna take me long tonight.”

I agree and get into our typical fellatio position, him legs spread, me between them, right hand holding the base of his cock, left hand rubbing and teasing his balls. He’s right, it doesn’t take him long and within a minute I’m choking on his ejaculate a little.

“Nice, son,” he mutters, and rubs my head playfully.

Nice to have the old Dad back.

Jeff was always self conscious about his body an @drakestories

Jeff was always self-conscious about his body. An ex-linebacker, he stood 6’5” and carried the bulk of an ex-jock. Over the last few years, at least as long as we’d been dating, he’d taken to crash diets, extra cardio, low-carb meals, whatever he could. And he’s lost a lot of weight, about 30 pounds from his ballplaying days. But he still sported a beefy build and carried some padding around his middle.

“That bulk makes you look hot,” I’d tell him any time I felt him get a little shy about going to the beach or the pool.

“Damn, Steve,” he’d counter, “easy for you to say, you’re trim and in-shape.” Despite my ten years on Jeff, I had a bona-fide runner’s build from competitive races and regular jogs and bike rides on the weekend. Plus, genetics were working in my favor.

Still, I couldn’t care less and told Jeff so, pretty much at every opportunity. The big ex-jock pushed all my buttons.

Especially that giant, fat cock of his. I wouldn’t say that’s the only reason I dated Jeff, but I had to admit the big guy could make me feel pretty awesome whenever he’d lift my legs, enter me, and pound me to a toe-curling orgasm.

I think he was starting to get it into his head how hot he was. We’re on vacation and I notice he’s ditched the board shorts for a skimpy speedo, which makes his bulky body even that much more imposing.

By the second day he’s strutting up and down the beach in that speedo like he’s showing off his stuff.

Day three he’s asking if we can go to the nude section further down. OK by me. Along the way he strips off his speedo and walks, his ball and tackle swaying with each step, getting heavier and fuller.

“You gonna take yours off too?” He asks. I’m worried now I’m gonna pop wood if I do, but this is a gay section and we’ve seen naughtier stuff go on in the dune. I peel out of my trunks and step back into my flip flops.

The more I stare at him walking ahead of me, his heavy, muscular ass contracting with each step, the harder I become. Jeff looks over his shoulder and notices.

“Damn, guy, I really turn you on, don’t I?” Three years, you wouldn’t think he’d have to ask, but he seemed like he was letting the idea sink in. Become a realization.

A little proud of himself now, he stopped and spread his legs, looking down at his cock, which was a nice stiff semi now. He watched - we watched - as it stood up into a huge boner.

He looked back up at me and smiled. Gave a little nod.

I didn’t need any further instruction. I hunkered down in the sand and started licking and sucking at that fat hog while his fingers ran through my hair in encouragement.

“Fuck yeah,” he hissed.

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Late For Class

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked, popping my head around the shower curtain.

Beau looked up from the sink, toothbrush in hand, a froth of toothpaste foaming his lips as he looked at me quizzically. That big, chunky, hairy muscle ass of his bulged spectacularly, the way his back was arched, all unintentionally inviting. He was looking pretty damn spectacular all over, all thick and plush-muscled, big rounded muscles bulging across his back, shoulders and upper arms, those twin mounds of hard, round glutes with just the right amount of jiggle to them when he walked, leading down to his powerful, chunky thighs. He’d kept his football power alright, even though he just played varsity flag games now. He was more focused on hitting the textbooks, rather than the playbooks now that he was getting into his sophomore year. Still, he’d never looked better.

“I’m gonna be late for class,” he said after spitting the toothpaste out.

“The hell with that,” I growled, reaching out to snag his elbow and tugging him back towards me. He didn’t resist too much, especially when my head leaned into his, finding his lips parting, tongue ready to dance with mine again, just like we’d been doing the last ten minutes in the shower. All morning in my bed before that. And most of last night too.

“Dude, come on,” he sighed reluctantly when we came up for air, but not yet puling away from my big, wet hands, leaving wet imprints all over his thick flesh as I pawed at him. He just felt too damn good not to touch, y’know? Getting his beef on, becoming a powerful, thick young bull of an ex-jock, just like me.

“We got a little time,” I grinned, leaning in to lick up the thickness of his neck, up to that special spot behind his ear, getting rewarded with a light shiver all over from him. “I’ll drop you off, kid.”

“You gonna pick me up again afterwards too?” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Just like high school all over again…”

“Not quite,” I growled. “Because I wasn’t bringing you home to tap this fine god damn ass of yours again, back then.”

This time he was the one hungrily kissing me, flexing those mighty buns of his in my hands, knowing exactly what I liked.

“Not that we didn’t both want you to, Dad,” he grunted against my lips, before playing his talented young tongue back between mine, seeking my tongue again. And finding it, and then some.

“Damn right, buddy,” I grunted back. “Wish I had. But that was then, and this is now…”

“And if we’re gonna do it, you need to get your big ass out of the shower,” he said. “I ain’t got time to get wet and dry off all over again.”

I yanked the shower curtain back, shut off the water, stepped out and wrapped him up in my big arms again, kissing him with feverish intensity as I backed him up against the vanity, feeling our cocks throb up hard between us. We’d been doing this about a year now, and it still felt a little like a honeymoon in a way. The way our cocks matched, thick and hard and uncut, beefy and not too tall, just like the rest of us, still blew my mind. Especially getting to explore them with each other, making them shoot our cum for each other every way we could think of, and learning a few new ones along the way besides. He was making me feel like I was 20 all over again, not 45.

I might have been the one initiating this, all tooled up after washing his epic ex-jock body clean of the remnants of our morning fuckfest, rinsing my cum from the depths of his furry trench and hole, but Beau took over now, mindful of the time we had. We both loved the slow, long, deep, exploratory times, but sometimes you needed to just get down to business, scratch the itch for a little while longer, sate the needs to get you through the day, until you could get back to the slow, deep, long stuff.

He squatted down before me, big thighs bulging so fucking sexily as he did, taking my big, hard Dad cock in his fist and wrapping his talented lips and tongue around it. I reached up to grab the shower curtain rail for support, my other hand on the back of his short, damp hair, surrendering almost immediately to his natural skill.The cocksucking skill he’d been honing on his buds, his teammates, even that hot young assistant football coach since he was 16.

Even with just a couple minutes’ work, lashing my big head with his agile tongue, cupping my big Dad balls with his free hand, he had me leaking, roiling, ready to rock and roll. But this was more of a lube job than a blow job. He came up off of my dick with an audible pop, grinning and licking his lips, slipping up my wet body to kiss me, let me taste myself. Then he cupped his palm under our working mouths, and we both spat into it, before he slapped it on the throbbing wetness of my cock. So fucking sexy.

“Come on, big guy,” he growled, turning around to grab hold of the vanity, arching his back, thrusting that epic, beefy jock tail of his back at me as he put one knee up on the countertop, revealing the dark-furred depths of his trench, and the salty pinkness of his pucker deep within. “Get on up in your boy, Dad.”

I had to work quick, but I couldn’t deny myself the pleasure, so I dropped to my knees on the bathmat, clapped both big hands on his cheeks - growling at the light jiggle of that incredible flesh as I did - and just burrowed my stubbly face deep inside of him. Immediately he let out that deep, low moan of lust I loved hearing so much, loved driving out of him. He leaned over more, spread himself even more open, presenting that pink, pulsing, hairy hole of his for my tongue. And I obliged him, with deep, focused, spit-dripping licks and laps, thrusts, teasing him open to paint him with the same spit that was dripping off my cock. I could’ve done this the rest of our time, licked and tonguefucked him until he shot his cum all over the sink and mirror, but I wanted inside of him. Wanted to give him something to think about, squirming around in his chair through his classes, palming the big bulge of his cock, barely hidden inside of his shirts under his desk.

So I stepped up reluctantly, hocked another wad of spit into my palm, slicked my throbbing, precum-dripping shaft up with it, then pressed up to his most private place. The one he said he reserved for me now. He didn’t have to do that for me - I wanted him to fuck around with his hot young buds, and then tell me about it, or better yet, include me in it - but for now, I was glad he did, as I felt him open up and take me inside of him. He was tight, yeah, tight as a drum, almost as tight as the first time I got up inside him like this last summer, but we’d had a lot of practice since then, and I knew he could take the long, deep slide of me in one thrust. So I did just that.

“Ah fuck Dad, you big-dicked motherfucker!” he growled, eyes locking on mine in the mirror. They were hot with lust, hot for me, so I gave him more of what he wanted. One hand on his hip, the other reaching around him to work his big, tasty cock over, as I began to give him the fuck he needed, the fuck we had time for. We could take it slow and deep later. I could take him slow and deep later, if he wanted to.

For now though, we worked hard and fast, working together, Beau fucking himself on me almost as much as I was fucking up into him. The little room echoed with the slap of flesh on flesh, our deep, husky, lusty grunts, a low stream of dirty talk and moans, the wet slick sounds of his cock juicing in my hand as we both approached our peak.

“Cum in me, Dad,” he moaned, eyes hard and needy on mine in the mirror. “Give me something to try and hold inside me all day today.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” I growled, picturing him holding his big, juicy ass clenched tight to keep my Dad cum inside of him as long as he could. And then his ring began to squeeze rhythmically around me, in time with the throb of his big beefy young cock in my hand, and I knew we were there.

“Ahhh fuck yeah Dad!” he hollered, and his cock throbbed and pulsed and started to shoot, hot white pearly jets splattering onto the mirror, the faucet, the sink beneath him. With a growl, I slammed my hip up hard into him, planting my cock deep inside the clenching hot tightness of his guts, and I joined him, grunting and moaning and shivering as I spurted my own thick seed up into his welcoming depths.

We didn’t have much time for the niceties, so I just grabbed the wet washcloth from the shower, swiped it over his heaving, sweating young muscles, then my own, giving my cock a quick wipe to get the excess slickness off. At least we could kiss, hard and hungry and growling, as we did.

In my bedroom, I watched him dress quickly, yanking his underwear up his chunky thighs, wishing I could pull them back down and go another round with him - but no. I’d told him his studies were important. Besides, we’d have a good few hours now to recharge and rebuild. This evening was gonna be another great one, I just knew. In the meantime, though, I pulled on my own clothes, found my keys, and just enjoyed the sight of him while I still could. If we hustled, he could still make his 10 o’clock class in time. And if he was a few minutes late, well… hell, it was worth it, wasn’t it?

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Things I’m Grateful For: Cool Dads.


I rolled my eyes as usual. Mr. Patton was the official neighborhood Cool Dad™. He was that guy who couldn’t let his youth go, even as his mimicry of our slang and style became increasingly undignified. Much to Collin’s chagrin, his father would never leave us alone. 

But while I took my part in mocking Mr. Patton with my buddies, I’d struggle to suppress an eager grin whenever he was around. Ridiculous as he was, I couldn’t deny that he was one Grade A DILF. 

As a kid, it had been just harmless lust, but as a young man it became much more. Every time Mr. Patton came around, I’d catch that look in his eyes when he glanced at me. He joked and chatted like usual, but not to me. 

I made an excuse. Faked a call from my mom or pretended to remember something I needed to do—I can’t quite recall. 

Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Patton had me on my knees servicing his fat daddy dick. The thoroughly unassuming suburban man had perhaps the meatiest slab of man flesh I’d ever seen, even in porn.

The blowjob was a formality, something to get his juices flowing, but I could never get my throat open wide enough to swallow more than a third of the man in my mouth. His true prize was my ass—a tight hole he could frankly fuck as hard as he wanted.

I’d struggle, cry, and beg, but he knew I’d never say no.

He would do things to me that even asking his wife about would have ended in divorce. Even more surprising than this man’s cock, was his creativity. He fucked me in ways and positions I didn’t even think were possible.

He simply bent me over his work table that day, planting his feet wide around mine and rubbing his swollen manhood over my ass. I moaned pleasurably, but I knew this was going to hurt. It always did.

When Mr. Patton was ready to start, he accelerated quickly. Five inches of his throbbing dick were inside me before I could even gasp for air. I cried out as he pushed in another two inches, but he covered my mouth with a hand and continued his onslaught. 

He wasn’t fast so much as he was just relentless. I could fight him and I could beg him, but nothing changed his pace. Every inch of him was soon followed by another until I felt like my entire body was impaled by this perfect man.

Once he had me opened up, he was only just getting started. He fucked me as hard as he could until he was about to cum, pulled back and slowed down, and then slammed in hard again. Rinse and repeat. 

Few men could control themselves quite like Mr. Patton, and he could make a fuck last for hours. And he would.

He went until I was broken, a sobbing, moaning mass of flesh that simply took his cock without resistance. It was among both the best and worst moments of my life. That feeling of not being able to take another second, but never wanting it to end.

I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally quickened his thrusts to a frenzy. He thickened inside me. Mr. Patton began to pump yet another batch of his baby batter into me, thrusting all the way until the end, when he collapsed on top of me. 

Panting heavily as his cock continued to leak, he groaned, “Damn, boy, you keep me young.” I still didn’t know about that, but he certainly did fuck like it.

A4f101 inspection atten shun i barked in my @drakestories



“Atten-shun!” I barked, in my best commanding voice. He shot me a look, half-amused, half I-oughta-kick-your-ass, but he snapped to attention alright, big chest out, shoulders back, thick thighs together. Once a soldier, always a soldier…

I walked around him slowly, surveying the powerful nakedness of his chunky fireplug form. He’d always been a beefy dude, the kind of guy who could easily slip from natural thick power to fatness in his middle-age years if he wasn’t careful. If he didn’t keep himself active, lifting and running and sweating and maintaining the plush natural power of his short, but densely-packed body.

“Arms up, soldier,” I said firmly. He complied, lifting those thick guns of his, hands up behind his clean-shaven head, thick biceps bulging more now, a little hint of his sweaty, manly aroma from his exposed pits. Even now, that cock of his - thick, short, but powerful like the rest of him, with a big set of clean-shaven balls beneath - was beginning to stand to attention too. He might roll his eyes at this between us, but he liked it. Like it a lot. Cocks don’t lie.

“Permission to speak freely, sir?” he said, adding a little bit of attitude to that last part. I just nodded at him as I continued my walkaround inspection. Fully dressed to his nakedness. Feeling my own swell and rise in my suit pants.

“I’ve said it before, I know, but seriously… I still don’t get what a guy like you is doing with -”

“That’s enough, soldier,” I snapped, squaring up to him. I was a couple inches taller, and while I wasn’t built as densely as him, I had plenty of muscle of my own to be proud of. Yeah, sure, I could go to the bar or get on one of the apps and have a dude like me over here within the hour. Been there, done that. But that wasn’t what I wanted. What I lusted over the most. What I wanted was this guy.

We stared at each other, his arms still up obediently. Something deep, silent, but electric in the air between us. And when I leaned in to kiss him, firm but soft at the same time, his lips were already responding. A soft grunt shaded into a whimper from him, as my tongue probed past his lips, meeting the slick, warm, lively animal of his own tongue, but he still stood solid, even as one of my hands dropped to his powerful hip, and the muscular swell of his ass behind it, while the other reached down to slowly fist the powerful thickness of his cock. He was already starting to bubble precum from the fat, blunt tip of it as I manhandled the incredible girth and heft of him. The thought made my mouth water a little, and I fed that spit to him as my own cock throbbed inside my pants.

As much as he loved everything else between us, and much as he loved playing the soldier boy for me, what he loved most of all was the power between us. Giving it over to me, power and control, flipping the customary roles. Letting me take over, submitting to it, after decades of being in a position of power himself. As a soldier, as a coach, as a team captain. As a parent. He was almost twice my age, but for him, there was a sense of freedom in letting me take over like this, he’d told me so, and it just made the intense sexual bond between us even hotter, if that was possible.

“I’m gonna tell you something, soldier,” I half-growled as we broke off the kiss. “You’re the hottest piece of man flesh I’ve ever known, stud. All thick, chunked up with muscles - these big fucking thighs, that mighty fucking ass, your big deep fucking barrel chest - and I love that you’ve kept it so tight, in shape. for me. For us.“

He let out a little moan as my hand cupped and squeezed each part of his body as I referenced it, maintaining my slow, easy stroke on his big prick with the other. And then i leaned in and ran my tongue up the length of one of his sweaty, exposed pits, then the other. That brought a shiver to his whole body, a deeper moan, one that continued hungrily as I slipped my sweat-tangy tongue to his mouth for him to suck his own taste from. As always, he did it eagerly.

“So there’s that, soldier,” I went on, eyes locked on his as I continued to manhandle him, like I knew he loved. “And the sex is the hottest I’ve ever experienced, stud. Nobody’s ever taken my cock, in his mouth or his ass, like you do. Nobody’s ever pulled so many fuckin’ loads out of me in one session as you do. I bet you were real fuckin’ popular at boot camp, huh stud?”

At that, he growled, and broke protocol by leaning up to kiss me - yeah, he was active duty at a different time, back when fucking with your fellow soldiers was a dangerous thing to do, but he’d had his adventures, and the idea still made him so fucking hot - but I pulled my head back a little. Part of this was maintaining control. He wanted that, craved that more than the intense hot wet kisses we loved to share.

“But more than that… most of all….” I went on, dropping my voice to a low, husky growl-whisper. “I’m with you because you’re my fucking Dad, and I love this bond between us. Being your son. Being your man. Having your fine ass living with me. Taking care of you. Paying you back for all those years you supported me. Put a roof over my head.”

“Son,” he began with a rueful smile, “I’ve told ya, you don’t need to -”

“Quiet, grunt,” I barked, and he shut right up. Looked at me with wide eyes that had a lusty fire deep within them. His cock throbbed even harder in my hand, and I could feel the slickness of his juices slowly coating my palm and fingers. Fuck, this was going to be good.

“I love how we live now, Dad… soldier,” I said. “You love it too. I’ve loved you since the first time you let me suck this big fucking cock of yours when I was 17. Since you first tapped my ass. And since you first let me tap yours in return.”

Dad grinned lustily and growled at the memory, all that hot, secret fun we had back in the day. Before he got divorced and his short stay with me here in Philly turned into a longer-term arrangement. This perfect thing we had.

“We’ve got something special here, Dad. You worked your ass off your whole life to provide for me. To take care of me. Made me the man I am. A man like you. And now it’s my turn. Gonna take care of you now, big guy. Gonna show you the man I am. The man you made me.”

I finally took my hand off his cock, planted both hands on the big, thick plates of his pecs, and gave him a solid push onto the bed. Took some effort - he was built thick and low to the ground, after all. But I had plenty of good, solid muscle of my own, and the bonus of being in control here. Just the way he liked me to be.

“So now, I’m gonna show you, yet again, how much I love what we have. Why I want you with me, the way you are. How fucking hot you are to me, soldier… Dad.”

He looked up at me with that gleam in his eyes, that potent mixture of lust, love, gratitude, as he sat on the end of the bed. Our bed. I reached down for my belt buckle, but he shook his head.

“No… let me… Sir,” he said, voice husky, needful, and I let his thick fingers undo my belt, my button, my zipper, slipping my suit pants down my long, muscled legs, folding them neatly as I stepped out of them.

He ran his big paws up my thick quads - thick like his, just longer - and followed his hands with his lips, kissing them worshipfully as I flexed them up for him, my hand rubbing the faintly stubbled back of his head. Nuzzled his way up to the bigness of my hard cock, crammed into the designer trunks he liked best on me, his big paws slipping round to cup my ass as he mouthed my bulge, lips and tongue, tasting the musk of my long day in the office, feeling the physical manifestation of my love and lust for him. I let his big paws work up my shirtfront, unknotting my tie, unbuttoning my shirt, releasing me, peeling everything off until I stood before him, naked but for my spit-soaked trunks.

“Permission to show you how grateful I am for you, Sir… Son?” He asked, looking up at me as he ran his mitt over my big young bulge. “Permission to show you how much I fucking love you, kid?”

“Permission granted, soldier,” I growled, but with a smile this time, as he freed my cock from my trunks and slid its musky young thickness into his mouth, swallowing and spit-shining it, soaking it with his dad spit for the long, deep journey it was about to take up inside of him, up into the hot, clutching depths of his chunky-muscled ex-soldier ass. The final step of my inspection of him, and the part that he loved the best of it all. The part we both loved the most.

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Drakestoriesdad had a business grip in miami @drakestories


Dad had a business grip in Miami right around the time of my birthday, so I decided to skip my Friday calculus class and drive all the way from Gainesville to meet him. We’d fooled around a lot the summer before I went off to college but weekends like this were special. They meant we could let our guard down a little and have pretty much nonstop sex without worrying about being caught. It was a Saturday morning and we were have coffee and room service breakfast. Dad had removed his robe and was showing off his boner. I still had my morning wood going from waking up. “Happy Birthday, Sport,” he said. “Anything you want for your present?” I looked at him intently. “I think you know what I’d like,” I answered softly. I’d fucked Dad once and it was a life-altering experience being inside the man who made me. I often cajoled my father for a repeat ride but he was never keen to repeat it. Till now. He breathed a quick sigh and rolled over on his stomach. “I figured that’s what you’d want. C'mon Sport, climb on.” I was beside myself in horniness and excitement but I decided to take my time. Exploring my father’s body, massaging his muscle, eating out his hairy hole, then at last mounting him and penetrating his dadpucker with my eager, bare cock. “Thanks Dad, this is awesome,” I grunted as I pushed my dick and out of that exquisite paternal ass. “Anything for my boy. This weekend is all about you, son.” I lost it right then and there, shooting a million of my little brothers inside Dad.


Sliding into Dad


Dads a federal agent growing up it was cool to @drakestories

Dad’s a federal agent. Growing up, it was cool to have him come to parent’s day at school and talk about his work. And sometimes it sucked when a case had him working late, or traveling for days at a time. Other than that, it was normal. Just who Dad was.

It wasn’t until recently that I’ve gained a new, deep appreciation of what he does. Maybe it’s that I’m now 22 and recently graduated and having to decide on a job. I’ve chosen a white collar career, but it makes me wonder what drove Dad to go into law enforcement at my age. I’ve thought of following suit.

But mostly it’s the secret between us. Dad could lose his job for less than what we’ve done together. But we do it, it’s like he feeds off my desire and hunger for it and obliges. I’m a Daddy’s boy, after all, always have been. When he lifts my legs and starts rubbing his enraged cock up and down the cleft leading down to my hole, he looks at me with that look. Silent, but speaking volumes. That “you know this is just between us, Sport” look. I nod in return. Urging him to fuck me. Telling him I got his back. Always.

Lately the old man has toned up. Diet, obsessive running, Crossfit, the whole works. He’s sculpted that beefy, barrel-chested upper bod I always knew into a fine-cut work of art, leading down to a thin, perfectly flat waist. To be honest, I was just as happy with Dad’s old body, but I’m loving what the change has done for his confidence and stamina. The man fucks like a machine now.

One night we’d just had our second go around and I was lying back covered in my sperm and Dad was lying beside me, stroking my arm. “John, I gotta favor to ask of you.”

“What Dad?” He didn’t even have to ask.

He leaned up, and I got a fine view of his hairy chest and chiseled muscle. I couldn’t resist reaching out to run my fingers along his torso, which elicited a shiver from Dad and a knowing grin. I had a hard time keeping my hands off him, and he often teased me for it.

“I want you to take some photos,” he said, a little embarrassed. “I want proof I got in shape like this.”

“Immortalize this bod?” I said.

“Something like that,” he shrugged. “Something to remind me ten years from now I looked like this.”

This was a side of Dad I hadn’t seen before. Self-conscious and a little vulnerable. “Dad, in ten years you’re still gonna look awesome.”

Dad leaned down and gave me a quick but deep kiss. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Sport, but biology is biology. I’m 45 already.”

So that’s how we ended up doing this photo shoot today. Me using Dad’s DSLR and Dad showing off in his racing speedo from the last triathlon he did. He looked incredible and the more pictures I took the harder I was getting.

Particularly when Dad stripped off the swimsuit and kicked it to the corner.

“Let’s do a few like this,” he said, straddling a chair. His body was a work of art and the light coming in from the window showed off every sinew, cut, and striation of his hard-earned muscle.

Just when I thought it couldn’t be better, he looked up with a smirk on his face. “These shots are just for you and me, right, John?”

“Of course.”

He smiled and I watched as his penis started rising up between his legs, growing into a full dad-erection before my eyes. I snapped away repeatedly, wanting to capture every moment. Pretty soon his hardon stood rigid out high between his spread legs.

“Set a timer?” he said. “I want a shot of you with your mouth on this bad boy.”

Graybeards theres something about him that @drakestories


There’s something about him that just feels out of sorts. Sitting naked on my couch, drinking my wine and inspecting my apartment, he shifts uncomfortably.

How a man hung like him can lack for confidence, I’ll never know. But when we start getting down to business, the self-certain man I’ve known for years reemerges. 

“Over here, Mr. Sollsner,” he says and pats his meaty thigh. He says it just like he did a decade ago whenever my eyes would drift or my mind would wander. Back then, he’d interrupt class and deliver that familiar line in front of everyone just to get my attention. 

I approach hesitantly, gazing at his thickening cock for a moment before carefully straddling his lap. I place my hands on his beefy chest for balance, lowering my squatted ass into his growing crotch. He doesn’t move a muscle, but to take a sip from the glass.

By the time I’m situated in his lap, I feel the head at the end of his rigid shaft rubbing against me and leaving a trail of sticky precum. 

Looking him in the eyes, I’m taken aback by how little he’s changed in the last decade. His belly’s grown a little, but he’s barely aged a day. He looks just like the man I’d spent hours, days, maybe even weeks fantasizing about. I still remember praying and hoping against hope for just a glance of the cock straining against the fabric of his bulging pants. 

He slips a hand under me, guiding his cock right up against my hole. The head pushes, straining the seal of my tight ass. Every single time, this felt like 15-year-old me’s dream come true. 

Daddysbottom i had planned on staying around @drakestories


I had planned on staying around and working through the summer after my college Freshman year. But when my boss gave all of us extra days off for the 4th of July holidays, I decided to make the 1 ½ hour drive back home unannounced, sort of a surprise to my folks.

My mom certainly was pleasantly surprised when I walked in the kitchen door. She was rather pleased to see me and knowing that I get to spend several days with them over the weekend. My younger brother was at a Summer Camp already and wouldn’t be coming back for a few more weeks. So it would be just the three of us for the 4th of July holidays, me, mom, and dad.

Mom said that Dad was still at the shop and that I should go and surprise him. Dad and Uncle Jay, Mom’s older brother, opened a car repair shop many years ago. Growing up, I hung around the shop often after school, and got to know almost everyone that worked there. So after being gone for a year, it would be nice to go back there and see the place.

I hopped into my car and drove to the shop. It was already late in the afternoon, and the shop was already closed. But I knew that the back door would still be opened, and dad and the rest of his crew usually were working to close the shop for the day.

When I walked in, the place was quiet and empty. I walked to Dad’s office, and no one was around. I continued to walk around the various places where I thought there might be people, but the place was completely deserted. I almost yelled out loud to see if anyone was there when I heard sounds and voices coming from the building’s basement. I knew that that was where they keep they store all the spare parts and stuff, but I had only been down there once, a very long time ago. Dad told me not to go down there because of all the stuff that could fall onto a young kid like me way back then.

But now, hearing things from down there, I decided to check it out and surprise everyone. But as I reached the bottom of the stairs, it was I who got the biggest surprise of my life!

While my view was partially blocked by the shelving, I managed to see in between piles of boxes something I never thought I would see. There was my dad, completely naked, and bent over in between two muscular, black men. I knew those men, and they were dad’s mechanics.  And at that moment, one of them was fucking dad’s ass from behind! Holy shit! Dad’s arms were straddled onto the spread thighs of the other man in front of him, hanging on for dear life at the vicious pounding he was receiving.

I stood where I was in total shock, unable to process at what I was witnessing. The idea of my own dad engaging in gay sex was not something that had even remotely entered my mind. But there it was, being played out right in front of my eyes. After the initial shock, I was acutely aware that I was getting hard in my jeans, which also surprised me.

But just when I thought that was the end of the surprise, another one popped up. I suddenly heard a voice from someone hidden from view.

“Fuck, let me have some of that!” the voice said.

Suddenly, I saw Uncle Jay came into view. He too was completely naked. He walked next to where my dad was and bent over just like him, offering his butt. The guy that was fucking dad pulled out, and I got to see the humongous 10-inch ebony dick that had fucked my dad’s ass. My eyes flew wide open in amazement at how dad could have survive being pounded by that huge dick. But I didn’t have long to admire the ass-splitter because soon disappeared into Uncle Jay’s bubble, round butt all the way to the hilt. I jumped a little at the loud cry coming out of my uncle as he screamed in pain at the invasion. The black man only gave him a few seconds to adjust to the monster intrusion before he resumed the brutal pounding of Uncle Jay’s butt.

In the meantime, the guy that was sitting in front of my dad got up and went around dad and took the place of his buddy. Soon, I saw both my dad and my uncle, bent over with their ass hiked up, and both being fucked mercilessly by two huge, muscular black men. I could not ever remember being hornier than I was at that moment. The sound of flesh pounding against flesh, the moans and groans, and the dirty talks as the men urged each other on were getting to me.

Unbelievably, the pace of the fucking were picking up. Both dad and Uncle Jay were being used like cheap whore as they surrendered their holes to the men. From the sound coming from the two men, I could tell that they were close to shooting their loads.

“C’mon, fucker! Fuck me harder! Breed my ass! Breed it, you son of a bitch!” I heard my dad cried out loud as he turned his head to his left. He looked at his brother-in-law next to him being equally drilled deep and hard. I immediately unzipped my jeans and started to stroke my dick. I knew that I wanted to cum at the same time that my dad and uncle were being seeded by these two muscular black men.

Credit: HDK’s “Chocolate and Cream”

Drakestories craig and i were roommates not @drakestories


Craig and I were roommates, not lovers, but there was definitely a sexual tension between us. Like we were always trying to one-up each other by scoring with more guys - and hotter guys - than the other. Lately Craig had been on a roll, with a veritable revolving door of a different man each night. I noticed that my roommate scored with guys of all types but that he seemed to have a thing for older guys. 

Funny thing was, it was rubbing off on me too. I started seeking out older men, and the only challenge was getting them to agree to come back to my place rather than theirs. Like Craig, I wanted to show off my conquests. 

This all came to a head the weekend my Dad came to visit. I had to go into work Saturday morning for a half day. And when I came back I immediately sensed something was different. I quietly closed the apartment door, careful not to make a sound. Rounding the hallway, I saw that Craig and my father were nude. Craig noticed me and turned to stare right into my disbelieving eyes, but Dad was oblivious, caught up in a trance playing with and looking at Craig’s crotch. 

I watched with a gulp as Dad proceeded to go down on my friend and roommate, right there in front of me. And Craig kept looking at me, as if to challenge me to stop it. I didn’t it. I was too horned up by the entire spectacle. 

So, for the next four and a half minutes I watched Dad bring my bud steadily to climax and swallow his morning seed. He pulled off and was licking his lips when Craig broke the news to him. “Pete, your son’s home.”

Dad looked up at me, a little shellshocked but a little resigned, too. “Sorry, Bill, I couldn’t resist.”


Hugyerbud but dadim all sweatyand so are you @drakestories


but, dad…I’m all sweaty…and so are you…

It’s all right, son…c’mere and give her daddy a hug…

I wasn’t opposed to bottoming. In fact, I’d been thinking about it more and more lately. My boy Justin’s growing up to be a fine hunk with a nice hard tool that matches his dad’s in shape and size. There have been times when I’ve been traveling for business and I’ll strip down in my hotel room and start a nice, slow JO session thinking about my son rimming me, fingering me, then at last taking his turn on top, learning what I experienced week in and week out inside his tight teen jock hole.

So, no, I was getting more and more into the idea. And the more he pestered me, asking if he’d ever be able to fuck me, the more I considered just caving in. But Justin had to earn it, and I finally told him as much one night.

Naked in my arms, his cock surged against my abs. “Earn it?” he sighed. “How Dad?”

I thought a second. “You want my ass, you gotta play by my rules, got it?”

He leaned up, excited as puppy now. I had a feeling he’d agree to anything, any condition I lay down. “You got it, Dad, just name it.” His prick looked like it could shoot any second now, and to tease him I gripped it in my hand and started stroking.

“Basketball. One-on-one, you and me, 21 points, 2 out of 3.” It was starting to sink in to him, and his excitement turned into a look of frustrated determination.

“You mean?” he started.

“Yep. Beat your old man if you want a turn on top.” See, basketball was my game. I’d played in high school and college. Star forward. Even if I was twice that age now, I was still in shape and pretty good at the game. And while Justin was quite the jock in his own right, baseball was his game, where he spent his effort working on power hitting rather than speed or agility.

“OK,” he said gamely. “You’re on Dad.”


I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about offering my hole any time soon, and I didn’t. Justin and I played each Sunday and each Sunday I beat him. Squarely. But the kid was determined, I got to give him that. Put his all into the game, practiced hoops every day after school, even joined the basketball team.

One day, after a fairly close game, I could detect a new swagger in my boy. “Pretty close that time. You better watch out, Dad,” he taunted. “Before long I’ll be claiming my prize.”

I shoved the ball into his arms and pulled down my shorts. Already my cock was hardening in the cool spring breeze. “Maybe. In the meantime, why don’t you come suck Daddy off?”

He grumbled a curse word, but dribbled the ball to the side and crouched down on the carport in front of me.


Two weeks ago was too close for comfort. I lost the first game and won the second in a squeaker, 21-19. I was lagging in the third, till Justin started teasing me. “Damn, Dad, looks like you want my dick pounding you tonight.” That did it. I rallied and smoked his tired, exhausted ass that last game.

I felt on fire, and the sex was even hotter that night.


Today was another match up. “Ready Sport?” I called as I came downstairs changed into my sweatshirt and shorts. Justin was playing a video game but paused it. A look in his eye that said he was going to try again, try to beat his ex-basketball player of a father.

I did pretty well the first game, handily beating my son. It was the second when things started to turn around. Justin ran circles around my defenses and seemingly every shot was perfect, landing right in the hoop. He whooped me, 21-11.

“Best 2 out of 3,” he reminded me. No boast this time, no cockiness, just pure focus. Game focus. I’d seen it on the courts when I played in college.

Worst part was, my son had been running me around the court, slowly but surely wearing me down. He may not have had the natural agility, but he’d been conditioning himself. And he was 24 years younger than me. He had 15 points to my 4 when I found myself panting.

I threw for a two-pointer but was no longer steady, out of breath. The ball missed by a mile.

I looked over and saw his expression. That’s when he knew. Knew he had licked me. He smiled, his white teeth gleaming, as he picked up the ball and started dribbling. Not losing the focus, he charged past me. I did my best to anticipate his move, but he sailed by and laid up the shot. Perfect. 16 to 4. Fuck.

My turn, and Justin was there at my every step. Not fouling, but playing very physical defense. Not afraid. I tried to get out of his block but as I stooped down to step I lost control of the ball which went rolling across the carport.

Now Justin took his time. Maybe to give me a breather, but I don’t think that was it. I think he wanted to relish this. Relish this milestone. He dribbled and fixed his gaze on me. It was like he fucking me with his eyes, appraising his 40-something father’s sweaty body. I looked down and could see that my son had a full-on boner in his shorts, poking up as walked side to side. I don’t know how he played with an erection, but it didn’t hurt his game. Another charge, another shot, and soon the score was 17-4.

I couldn’t lose without a fight. I refocused, got my old mojo back and shot from the 2-point circle. Not my best shot, but the ball hit the rim and circled in.

“Nice one, Dad,” Justin said, not taunting me anymore but almost as an equal, you know? Still, not to be outdone, he stood back from behind the far line and sailed his own two-pointer in.

I got one more shot in that game, but it was a lost cause. The last few points, Justin’s boner throbbed even harder and by now mine was too. I could hear him chant almost in a low whisper as I played the most physical defense I could muster. “I can’t fuckin’ believe this is gonna happen,” he’d say. “I’m gonna fuck my dad.”

I thought he’d have a big conceited smile on his face as he got that last point. Instead, he walked up to me with a fierce determination and a look of stone-cold lust on his face. “Inside,” he growled. “Now.”

We both made our way quickly to my bedroom, where we tore off our sweaty clothes.

I stood there erect but my cock was not quite as angry or horned up as my son’s. “Justin,” I started maybe we shower up….”

He pounced on me knocking me back to the best as his mouth met me in the hottest kiss we’d shared. This was definitely a new side of Justin I’d never seen before. The deprivation had turned him into a bona fide top, all right. As we made out on the bed, our sweaty bodies rubbing against one another, my son thrust his erection against my midsection, making no bones about what he wanted.

“Gotta fuck you Dad,” he moaned. “Can’t fucking wait any more.”

With that he hooked his hands under my thighs and pulled them up. I was going to tell him to get some lube, but already his was positioning his dick at my sphincter and pressing inward. I guess there was enough sweat to lube a gangbang, cause Justin’s hard prick popped inside and filled me.

Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him, letting him know I was good to go. He smiled and said “fuck yes,” and pulled back his hips and pushed forward again. “I’m fucking you dad,” he said, as much to himself as to me.

I knew he wouldn’t last long and he didn’t. About a minute of eager thrusts and my boy was getting his orgasm buried deep inside me. My own rocket went off, spraying my chest with a fresh coating of dad seed. Justin watched transfixed then leaned down to kiss me again.

“Worth the wait?” I asked, stroking his neck as we caught our breaths.

“Like you wouldn’t believe. That was awesome, Dad.”

Steve johnson @drakestories

Steve Johnson

Daily reblog drakestories that chest could @drakestories


That chest could make me do anything, and Mike knew it. Whenever we’d get in an argument, he’d hook his thumbs in his T-shirt and pull it up over his head. His bare chest gave me a headrush to look at: powerful, bulky, and covered with an even layer of fine hair, with just some flecks of silver to really set me off.

“C'mon bud, why dont’t you suck on Daddy’s tits for a little while?” Part of me wanted to punch him he was so cocky and assured. But the other part of me won out, the part that leaned forward and started licking his massive pectoral muscle, slowly, lovingly, making my way to the pencil-nub pap begging for attention.

Fifteen minutes later my legs inevitably would be on his shoulders as his heavy dong violated my hole faster and faster. Till we were both shooting our load.

Sure enough, neither of us ever remembered what we were arguing about in the first place.

Paternal instinct my wife is so concerned about @drakestories


My wife is so concerned about our son. She think that he’s a drug and sex addict that’s always looking for either a party to crash or a pussy to fuck. Call it worried-mother syndrome because that’s hardly the truth. If she took the time to get to know him, he’s not a big fan of parties or pussies! That’s right, my son came out to me because he trusts me…and because he wants my cock. Maybe he is slightly addicted to sex…but when he sucked my cock for the first time, I felt things my crazy wife never could make me feel. If he was addicted, then so be it! Better with a man he knows and loves with complete strangers, right?

My wife makes sure our son has no privacy at home, so the only place we can do it is in the car. We say we’re running errands, but we’re really fucking the shit out of each other in my Prius. And luckily for us, my wife doesn’t suspect a thing.

Hugyerbud the party was winding down and nearly @drakestories


The party was winding down and nearly all the team had gone home, but Jake was in no condition to drive. Coach hoisted the big jock out of the pool lounge chair he’d fallen asleep in, and started toward the house with him. They only got a few steps before the poor kid hunched over and hurled all over himself.

“Shiiiit!” coach cursed…sitting the kid down in a nearby lawn chair and tugging his shirt off…wiping the kid’s face and shorts, before getting him a drink of water.

“Sorry, coach,” the jock grinned goofily…”guess I shouldn’ta had those last few beers…ha, ha…

He could hardly hold his head up and coach had half a mind to just throw him in the pool to sober him up and clean him off. His shorts were still a mess, so coach unsnapped them and hoisted the kid up a little under one sweaty armpit, then wrestled them down over the jock’s muscular thighs. He wasn’t surprised to discover the stud had nothing on under them, but felt his own dick fluff up a bit at the sight of the thick, flaccid dick, and heavy nutsack.

“C’mon, champ, let’s get you cleaned up,” coach suggested…stumbling the naked stud toward the pool bath. He propped the kid against the shower door and reached in to start the water warming.

“You think you can stand up, in there, sport?”

“Shurrrrr thing, coach,” the big lunk slurred, before sliding down the tile wall into a heap on the shower floor.

“Fuuuuck,” coach swore. “Looks like we’re gonna have to do this the hard way. He stripped down and entered the shower, hunched down behind Jake and pulled him up by the armpits, leaning the jock’s body against his own and washing him off as best he could. The horny jock threw wood as soon as coach started lathering him up…sporting a thick seven inch cock that curved up nicely toward his belly.

“No sense being subtle now,” thought coach, as he gripped the thick rod and stroked it slowly. Jake’s head fell back against coach’s shoulder as a soft moan escaped his lips. Coach slid his hand down over those big jock balls and washed them thoroughly, enjoying the weight of them in his hand….then reached under them and massaged a couple fingers over the lad’s taint and into his ass trench. The jock’s head fell forward now, and coach struggled to hold him up as his ass pressed back against coach’s own hard prick.

“C’mon, Jake, try to hold yourself up,” coach encouraged…placing the kid’s hands up on the shower wall. That helped the semi-concsious jock support his own weight well enough for coach to scrub down his back and kneel behind him to wash off his thick thighs and legs. With his face positioned right behind that meaty jock ass, coach couldn’t help but explore just a little. He slid his hand up into those cheeks and scrubbed the kid’s ass, teasing his hole a little as he did…scraping one finger thru his pucker to make sure it was good and clean, then spreading those cheeks open so the shower water would rinse it clean.

“Fuck, I hope he doesn’t remember this in the morning,” coach thought as he pressed his face into the jock’s ass and licked all around his pucker. Jake leaned full into the wall now…his face pressed against the tile as his ass jutted out and pressed back against his coach’s invading tongue.

“unnnnhhh….unnnhhhh…oooohhhhh,” he moaned, as coach tongue fucked his cherry jock ass. That’s when coach noticed the long string of precum dangling from the tip of Jake’s cock. He quickly manuevered under the kid and reached up to turn off the water. Coach’s tonge snaked out to gather in the kid’s pre and then latched onto the thick head of his cock…sucking on that fat knob and swirling his tongue around it. Jake’s cock got noticeably stiffer in coach’s mouth as he reached one hand up under those bull nuts again and started fingering that jock pussy again. Coach felt the kid’s nuts pull up against his wrist as his load spilled out in thick spurts, flooding coach’s mouth with his creamy load. Coach continued to suck and swallow til he’d drained the kid, then caught Jake as he started to slide down into his arms.

He wrestled the kid out of the shower and managed to dry him off a little before depositing his massive frame onto the sofa, where the kid started snoring almost immediately. Coach stood there watching him sleep for awhile, rubbing his chin contemplatively.

“Hmmm…wouldn’t be right to fuck him now, I guess,” coach mused…stroking his own leaky, hard cock. “But when he wakes up tomorrow, the kid’s in for a real workout.”

Daily reblog drakestories as i got ready for @drakestories


As I got ready for work I walked down the hall to see if my son had made it home. There he was sprawled out on his bed. Darren must have come in in the middle of the night. It was spring break at West Point, and the cadet had made the 10 hour drive home straight after Friday classes. He had collapsed right onto the mattess, without bothering to remove his clothes.

I knew he was eager to get home. Because me and my boy were feeling the same way. The same excitement and happiness and pride in his being a top cadet. The same frustration at being away from each other. He was definitely a daddy’s boy.

I massaged my prick in my trousers. I’d let Darren sleep, I told myself, but maybe a quick jerk off while I watched his splayed body. I unzipped and slowly stroked myself. Watching. His legs had definitely gained muscle while he’d been away, and fuck, that ass….

My cock twitched as I approached the bed. I had to see. Gently, I tugged at the gym shorts. The elastic gave way easier than I thought an the blue fabric slid down over the bubble butt, down over the thick hamstrings.

“Hey Dad,” he moaned as he stirred awake. “Sorry I got in kinda late last night.”

“That’s OK, Cadet,” I said. “Great to see you.” My hands were now massaging his buns, which were hiking up, almost twerking in my hands.

“You got time to fuck me before you go to work?”

Paternal instinct its funny how genetics words @drakestories


It’s funny how genetics words. My father was dick pig, begging for my cock by the time there was hair on my balls. I was the dominating type as I found out through my power bottom father. Topping was second nature to me.

So I was relieved when my son was also a cock slut, the topping gene remaining dormant in him! I thought I would have to submit, just like my father did when I started topping him, but my son loved taking it up the ass, just like his grandfather. I would fuck my dad and my son back to back, filling them up with my never ending supply of cream. After my father’s death, it seemed my son inherited more lust for being fucked, because my dick was no longer enough.

That’s where my grandson came in. The bisexual man wants nothing to do with sticking things up his butt, but when it comes to sticking his cock into other’s butts, he’s all in. The topping gene resurfaces at last! Just like I fucked my dad, my grandson fucks his…with my help of course. My son can take both of our cocks with ease! If only there were more guys in our family!

I just hope I’ll be alive to see what kind of bottom my great-grandson becomes!

Daddysbottom i saw him leaving the resort @drakestories


I saw him leaving the resort lounge chair where he and his wife were sitting and walked right past me towards the pool-side bar. While I had been admiring this older, married daddy from afar, I got a closer look at him when he walked barely 10 feet past where I was sunbathing. This daddy was sexier up close: broad shoulder, thick, hairy arms, nice round butt that filled his red shorts quite nicely, and a handsome, distinguished face topped by his read baseball hat. Shit, this man was hitting every single turn-on button that I had!

He got two drinks at the bar and started to walk back. For some odd reason, I decided to take a risk and did something completely crazy. When he got closest to me, I let out a wolf whistle at the stud.

I was more than ready for a negative reaction. Instead, when he heard it, he let out a huge laugh and stopped in his tracks.

“Never had that done to me before, and certainly not from another guy!” he cried out in laughter. I laughed alongside him, more in relief that he didn’t take offense at my silly action.

When I recovered enough, I replied to him. “Well, you are the best-looking man that I’m seeing around here right now.”

He snickered upon hearing that and started to look around. “Not much consolation in that, since you and I are the only men around the pool at this time of the day!” We both laughed again.

Having come this far, I decided to be bold and go for it. “I’d be more than happy to prove to you how good-looking and attractive I find you.” I said to him.

His laughter subsided, but I could still see the smile on his face. He turned his face to look at his wife, still lounging in her chair reading her iPad. He looked back at me, and I could tell that something was swirling in his head.

It was several seconds before he said something. “I can’t promise you anything, but what if we meet here again later this afternoon, maybe around 3?” he asked. This time, I could see his eyes roaming all over my built body, and stopping at the hint of a bulge in my swimming trunks.

It was my turn to smile at him. “You got a date!” I replied.

We both laughed again. “I’d better get back before the ice in these drinks melt. I’ll see ya later!” he said.

I waved at him and saw him walking back to his wife. In the still silence of the late morning, I could barely hear him talk to his wife.

“Who was that?” his wife asked.

“No idea. He wanted to know what drinks I got. So I told him and we chatted a bit. He’s looking for someone to play pool with this afternoon. So I thought I might take him up on it while you go off on your shopping trip.” I heard him say.

“That’s great!” his wife replied. “At least you’ll have something to do and won’t get bored.”

I saw him looking back at where I was sitting. “Oh, I won’t get bored.” he said.

I could feel my dick getting hard in my shorts.

Daily reblog drakestories why dont you @drakestories


“Why don’t you take them off?” Dad said.

We were spending my winter break in the Caribbean and were now on a deserted beach.

“What?” I wasn’t sure if I was hearing him right.

“Take off your board shorts Mike.” His voice was now quiet but firm, and even the tone made me chub up a little. “I want to see your body.”

“Cmon Dad… out here?”

“You weren’t so shy last night.”

I blushed a little, even with my slight sunburn. Two months away from my father had made me super-horny and our first night on the island, I’d been the aggressor, peeling off my clothes and getting on all fours on our hotel bed. I’d begged Dad to mount me, and damnit the man had expertly fucked four loads out of me before he allowed himself his release, deep inside me.

As my father stared at me intently now, I got the sense he wanted to make up for the three orgasms he was behind in the count. Casually, he slipped down his swim trunks. His cock hung heavy and full and was starting to fill out and firm up. Dad’s a big guy and I never grew tired of watching my old man get a woody. Nice, thick uncut tool that grew long and fat and always seemed weighed down by the size.

It had a way of persuading me. I reached down and started unlacing my trunks.

“That’s it, sport.” By now, he slowly stroked his rod and I could see the pearly sap glisten at the tip in the bright sun. “Show daddy what you got.”

“Yessir,” I muttered and pulled down the swimsuit and let Dad see my own erection. Almost a copy of his: just as long but thinner, cut, and not as hairy around the balls.

“Nice,” he purred. After a second of us staring at each other Dad made another command. “On your stomach, son. Face down on the towel.”

My heart was beating fast now, and I looked around the beach once more to make sure the coast was clear. No one for miles. Hurriedly, I flipped over, feeling the sun on my bare buns and well-lotioned back.

Not for long. Dad crawled on top, his mass and heat and hard muscle pressed against mine. I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck and his slick cock in my crack. “Hold still, Matt,” he muttered and soon my pucker was getting breached by his dadcock.

That fuck was silent and intense. It didn’t take long for my hole to get used to that prick or for Dad to work up into a steady, hard thrust. Before I knew it, I heard him choke back some grunts and then cry out a loud “Motherfuck!” as he ejaculated deep inside me. I was primed pretty good and the idea he was getting off sent me over the edge, spattering splooge onto the beach towel.

We uncoupled and took a dip in the sea to cool off and wash the remants of sex off our bodies. We didn’t bother to put our suits on for the rest of the week.

Coach collins had caused quite a scandal in my @drakestories

Coach Collins had caused quite a scandal in my hometown. He’d coached our high school baseball team to state championship two years in a row and above that was just a great guy - funny, no-nonsense man who was always the most popular teacher in school. Maybe it was the way he made American history seem fun, or maybe it was his youthful bachelor looks that had all the girls in class hanging on his every word. Me, too, though I didn’t have the guts to admit to myself at the time.

Just before my junior year, though, a janitor caught Coach C in the locker room fucking a player one afternoon. And even though Mike Phillips was 18, it was against the all the rules in the book. Collins was fired immediately and within 48 hours was leaving town. I asked my older brother Drew if he knew anything about it, cause he was on the baseball team and he seemed let down and upset the whole thing. “Doofus had to get caught,” he said. “No way we’re going to State next year.”

Color me surprised when I saw Coach C five years later. My buds and I had decided to go to Miami for Spring Break, kind of a gay-bro Daytona idea. Dave, the oldest of us, had just turned 21, and Kev and I both had believable fake IDs.

Kev was the straight-laced conservative one in the bunch, so we did a double-take when on the second day he said, “Guys, why don’t we check out Haulover beach today? I hear it’s clothing optional.”

We laughed a bit and hemmed and hawed then decided why the hell not?

It took about an hour before I had the guts to pull down my swimsuit.

“Looks like Ray’s been hiding the goods from us,” Dave kidded me. There wasn’t a lot of sexual tension between us, but we were three gay college dudes, so yeah it felt a little awkward. Any unease I felt was put to rest by all the attention I got. Old guys, young guys, thick guys, thin, all of it was welcome. This felt a world away from State College.

Getting a little bolder, I told my buds I was gonna walk around, scope out the talent.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Kev winked at me before returning his gaze to a bubble-butted twink who was dozing face down on the next towel over.

“Ha,” I said and began walking.

That’s when I ran into him. Scott Collins. All 6’4” of him, strolling down the beach, his heavy junk swaying proudly with each step. It had been five years and I wouldn’t say Coach C looked older but he’d put on a lot of beef. The big guy had to weigh 230# at least. He looked like a smooth-chested version of Patrick Warburton almost.

“Coach C!” I said aloud, almost a reflex, before I even realized what I was doing. He turned my way as we walked toward one another. I couldn’t tell what his eyes were doing beneath the sunglasses, but I had the sense he was trying to place me.

“You from Stroudsburg?” His familiar baritone voice I’d listened to in third period all year, the friendliness still there but tempered with suspicion.

“Yessir,” I replied, automatically reverting back to my sophomore self. “Ray Carpenter.”

He thought for a second. “Drew Carpenter’s brother?”

“Yessir,” I said again. At this point I realized I was buck naked in front of my former history teacher, who was equally nude. I must have blushed, particularly as he made a point of eyeing me up and down.

“Well, well, the Carpenter boys grow up fine. You live in Miami?” I could swear he was chubbing up a little.

I parted my legs a little, maybe unconsciously, showing off my genitals a bit, and letting the breeze blow against my nuts, which were starting to feel that familiar warmth. “Nah, sir. I’m at Penn State. Me and my buddies are just down here for Spring Break.” I figured I might as well acknowledge we were both at a gay beach. “Not a lot of guys to meet in State College.”

That brought out the laugh I remember from Coach C. “Yeah, I bet. Listen Ray,” he said, clasping his big beefy mitt on my shoulder and giving me a thrill, “I’m actually here with someone today.”

“Yessir,” I said meekly. Had I been making the move on Coach? Flirting with him? Maybe so, maybe I just wanted to and he’d picked up on it.

“But, if you’re around this week, maybe we could get together…”

“I’d like that Coach.” Maybe I shouldn’t have called him Coach, but it was automatic. After all, I wasn’t on the first name basis with the man.

“Cool,” he said, his face lighting up a little. “There’s a sports bar in town. The Dugout. Why don’t we meet there around 8 tomorrow and take it from there.”

“Yessir,” I beamed.

“Damn, those Carpenter boys are something,” I heard him mutter as he walked off and I returned to my friends.

Daily reblog drakestories i have to give @drakestories


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 shouldn’t call your Coach names?”

“Yessir,” I muttered and got down on my knees in front of him.

Alphamalenyc my father in law surprised me one @drakestories


My father-in-law surprised me one afternoon, coming home to find me swimming in his pool. He calmly motioned me to get out and then pointed down at his swollen bulge in his suit. “You know what to do son” was all he said until, twenty minutes later he grunted and shot his huge load down my throat. “Fuck.” was all he said and then went inside.  

Daddysbottom it was a long day with early @drakestories


It was a long day, with early classes in the morning, finishing up on my project most of the day and a mid-afternoon class. As soon as my last class of the day ended, I rushed home as quickly as I could back to my apartment that I shared with my boyfriend Jeff.

When I walked through the front door, I saw him naked, lying on his front on the couch. His massive, built, hairy body was splayed in front of me. I couldn’t miss his hairy butt, especially the blue butt plug that was lodged securely up his hole. It looked like he was out light a light.

I walked up to him, and almost missed the note on the coffee table.


Dumped two loads up his ass before I left for class. I plugged his ass so that you can enjoy that delicious butt already lubed with my cum.

Have fun, and don’t wear him out too much, because I may need a good fuck hole when I get back.


I was hard already by the end of that note. I started to remove my clothes. The clanking of my belt buckle must have woken him up. He turned his head, and when he saw me and what I was doing, he smiled.

“You’re home earlier than I expected. And it looks like you are raring to go again.” he said as his eyes zoomed in at the 8-incher that just sprang free out of the tight confines of my jeans.

“Is your ass still full of Jeff’s cum?” I asked as I got naked and moved in closer to his exposed butt.

He nodded. “He shot twice. That kid can cum non-stop!” he replied.

I rubbed my hands all over his hairy bubble cheeks. “That’s because he thinks you’re hot. And it turns him on like crazy to know that I’m fucking you, and that the slick wetness that he feels when he’s pounding your hole was from your own son’s cum.” I explained. “It’s really hot that you let me share you with my boyfriend, dad.”

He chuckled. “I’m the luck bastard here, Ted.” dad said. “I’m getting fucked by the two hottest young studs around, and one of them is my handsome, virile son!”

I reached for the butt plug, ready to pull it out. “Well this handsome, virile son of yours need to fuck your tight ass once again.” I said.

Daily reblog drakestories it started @drakestories


It started innocently I swear. A coach wanting to spend more time with his players. The Y pool was closed for repairs, so I invited my two best players, Tim and Craig, to come to my place and use my pool. What was once an occasional thing became a regular routine, even after the Y opened back up. Tim or Craig or both guys would come over after school to get their laps in. Sometimes I was there, sometimes they just used the keys I gave ‘em.

Call me dumb, but I don’t think I realized my ulterior motive until one afternoon I came home to find them both swimming laps. I plopped in a sun chair and watched them with pride that they were keeping their bodies so conditioned in the off-season. Then I started examining those bodies. Trying to get a glimpse of the taut, muscular flesh as they sped from one end of the pool to the next.

When Tim hoisted his cute blonde face out of the water, he immediately noticed that his coach was throwing wood. He had a look of shock on his face, but then smiled and winked at me. “Good to see ya Coach. I was thinking of rinsing off before heading home. Mind if I use the walk-in shower?”

“Go ahead, big guy.” I sighed and tried to get my thoughts in check. Finally I stood up from the chair. My dick so hard I thought my zipper was going to burst. “You know I may join ya.”

I lost my cherry to a cop a state trooper to be @drakestories

I lost my cherry to a cop. A state trooper to be exact. He shouldn’t have been sniffing up my tree, but I knew what I was doing and I wanted it. We’d parked out in the back of a deserted parking lot in the rainstorm and me and Mike made out till he coaxed me to give it up for him. And I did in spades. Got fucked in the back of a highway patrol cruiser. I felt worn and invigorated after it was all done. Alive.

I wasn’t sure I would ever hear back from Trooper Johnson again. It was a couple days later, though, when I got a text message, right in the middle of pre-calc: “I’m horny Junior. Wanna fuck?”

Instant boner.

I texted back: “Yes. After school. Where should I meet u?”

We met out on a country road, in the driveway of a deserted farm. Mike opened the front door of his car and had me crawl in face down. He shucked my pants and ate me out. He hadn’t done that last time, and I was amazed how incredible it felt. Big wide laps of his wet tongue had my hole fluttering and hungry. He sensed this and pushed in with his oral muscle, opening up my ring and giving me a tease of what was to come. “You like that, buddy?” he grinned as he ate my hole.

“Yessir,” I muttered, unable to say much else. I was whimpering and writhing on the cool leather seat and was just about to blow my gasket when he stood up.

“Over,” he urged. It must have taken me a second to register what he was asking, so he repeated his order. “Flip over on your back.”

I did as Trooper Johnson pulled off my pants over my boots. I helped him by stripping off my shirt. He was fully dressed in his uniform, except for the rockhard seven-incher poking straight out from the open crotch of the tan trousers. That penis was like the rest of him, thick and sturdy. He reached into his uniform and hauled out his ball sac.

“Ready, stud?” he asked, stepping up to the car seat.


“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said as he nudged his cock right at my spit-covered hole which felt cool and bare in the afternoon breeze.

“Me too,” I admitted, lifting my legs apart higher to let him in. “Oof!” I grunted as he breached me. I was ready and I wasn’t, you know? But I took some deep breaths and the man held steady.

“Gonna do it without a rubber this time, Junior,” he gritted through his teeth, clearly relishing the tight sensation on his cock. I didn’t object. It felt too damn good. Besides, I trusted this man. Inward he thrust, all the way to the balls.

That afternoon, I got my first assload, and the appreciative deep-tongue kiss Trooper Johnson gave me as we got dressed again was all the reassurance I needed.

Daily reblog drakestories im 22 years old @drakestories


I’m 22 years old, just moved to the city after college. Just came out last year, and while I’ve come to terms with liking dudes, something hasn’t been right. I should be dating someone by now. Hell, I should be fucking every hot guy in town. I got the goods: 6'5" 210#, blond/blue, ex-lax jock, not Ivy educated but smart enough to carry a conversation.

And all I can think about is my neighbor, Jeff Pierson. 45 years old, yoga fit with a gym-toned bod. We met at a neighborhood block party and hit it off. But Jeff’s not looking to date anyone right now, and I don’t know that I could go out with someone my Dad’s age. But it’s sure hot to fuck him. Every other afternoon, I come over after work. Jeff is showered, cleaned out, and wearing nothing from the waist down. He leans over the back of the couch and spreads his legs like a frog. Maybe it’s one of his yoga moves, I don’t know, but it spreads the perfect, fur-dusted manhole for me.

I kick off my shorts, grab the bottle of lube to slick up my cock, and I get in place behind him.

“Easy there, sport,” he encourages me as my dick head breached the ever-tight hole. Jeff’s the perfect combination of experienced, eager bottom and drum tight a-hole. After I pass the ring, the resistance is less and I find myself quickly buried to my pubes. He’s white hot inside and magnificent.

“How ya want it, Jeff? Fast or slow?” I ask, breathing heavily.

“Your dick’s in me, big guy. However you want it.” He leans forward even more, opening up his ass for my use. “Just don’t pull out this time.”

Jaketx jordan spieth winner us open 2015 @drakestories


Jordan Spieth

Winner US Open 2015

Marriedjock8 our sons were on the same soccer @drakestories


Our sons were on the same soccer team and wanted to room together on the night they won the championship. So there we were, the two dads, unexpectedly sharing a bed (and our loads) while our sons slept in the suite next door.

Daily reblog drakestories whenever i get @drakestories


Whenever I get word from Rob, I know I have to drop everything for him. The guy’s married and while we fuck around pretty regularly I never know when the opportunity is going to arise. A text will simply buzz in on my phone. “You free?” A quick reply back and he’s coming over to my place. He’s mastered the excuses for getting out of the house, but they rarely buy us much time.

Tonight he’s particularly horned up. No chatting, no greeting. The minute I open the door, my fuckbud is pressing his face into mine, opening his mouth hungrily to accept my tongue. As we make out in my hallway, he’s pushing his shorts down. He doesn’t quite get his briefs off before lying back on the floor, lifting his legs.

“God I really need it man. I need your big honking prick in me.”

I see the manly treasure in front of me. Rob keeps it shaved smooth for me and as he spreads his thighs a little I can see that masculine half-hetero rosebud pucker and wink involuntarily. It’s good tight married hole, but I’ve managed to work a little of the resistance out of the ring with our regular fucks.

I pull down my shorts and feel my erection bound upward. This is going to be a good one. “Let me get some lube,” I say.

“Man, don’t. I greased up before coming over.” He said huskily, eager to get fucked. That fuckhole is spasming hard now. “Besides, I want it a little dry, like last time.”

Daily reblog drakestories i was enjoying @drakestories


I was enjoying this guys-only vacation with Dad, only now that it was about to end, I felt myself getting down a bit. We sat across from each other on the hotel verandah and even the proximity and the sight of my father was making me hard. Again. 

I could detect the hint of a smile on Dad’s face as his eyes searched mine. He always seemed to be able to see right through me, to read my soul. Casually, he spread his legs, fanning the fires building inside me.

“You’re ready to go at again, aren’t cha, Sport?” he winked. 

All I could do was nod yes. God, this man had a spell on me. My own father. And he was definitely starting to get erect in his shorts.

“Whaddya say we spend the last couple of hours before check out back up in the room?“ 

The p90x i gave dad last year for fathers day @drakestories

The P90X I gave Dad last year for Father’s Day turns out to have been the best gift I could have given myself.

Randyjockster justin verlander gets an @drakestories


Justin Verlander gets an encouraging pat on his butt from Alex Avila

Daily reblog drakestories it was my third @drakestories


It was my third meeting of the morning when my phone buzzed in my suit coat pocket. I had a feeling I needed to be discreet and sure enough, when I pulled it out, the message was from my son Will, who was home from college for the summer. 

“Just getting up. Wish u were hear to take care of this.”

Beneath it a self-shot of his exposed genitals, the blond pubes bright in the morning son. 

I texted back. “When I get home son.” It was going to be a long day.

Joe and i arent boyfriends but were something @drakestories

Joe and I aren’t boyfriends but we’re something more than fuckbuddies. He’s a big bruiser of a fireman, his bulk filling out even more now that he’s in his mid 30s. I’m more the white-collar type: suit-and-tie financial planner who keeps my body in shape with squash and running and lunchtimes at the gym. Joe likes to tease me, in his gruff Irish-American accent, that I wouldn’t know a real day’s work if it hit me on the face, but between us there’s a mutual respect despite our differences.

And, man, do we hit it off in the sack. Actually, I never was much into bottoming before I met Joe, but he’s brought something out in me. The first time his fat cut manstick pushed into me, I knew I’d been missing something. The dude brought me off twice in a row that first time, each time seeing stars as I had a toe-curling orgasm.

For his part, I think Joe liked my enthusiasm and my keyed-up sex drive. “I don’t know if I can get it up again right now, big guy,” he’d say as I’d start licking his hairy nuts or rubbing his taint. But inevitably the thick monster came back to life and we’d be at it again.

We don’t hook up as much as we’d like but we have a standing week at the shore. Two weeks if our vacation schedules can swing it. Nothing to do but relax, swim, and fuck.

I’m a morning guy in every sense of the word. Up and at ‘em at dawn, ready to get a morning run in, read the paper, and start my day. And I’m horny as a goat to - without fail I wake up with morning wood to beat all.

Joe on the other hand, has to take his time. When he rouses, around 9, I give him a cup of coffee and let him be. It’s hard not to go down on him right then and there, wake his beast up to a full roar of an erection. But I know better. Sometimes the best things in life take time.

Daily reblog drakestories its been seven @drakestories


It’s been seven months now that my brother-in-law Jake and I have been fucking. More precisely, that he’s been fucking me. I’m a 27 year old ex-jock living the bachelor life in the city, whereas my sister and brother-in-law are typical suburbanites. Jake works downtown which is how this all started and why it’s so fucking easy to continue.

I date women but am definitely bi, a little more on the dude-on-dude side of the scale. Something about Jake really pushes my buttons - tall, built, masculine, not overtly handsome but with a real sexual energy. I dutifully repressed my desires, but one day at happy hour, I confessed to my bro-in-law that I like guys as well as chicks and without batting an eye, he said he was definitely bisexual too!

I was a little too scared to ask if he fooled around on my sister, cause I didn’t want to know the answer, but the following week we’d gone to see a basketball game and Jake stayed over at my place. We were both a little buzzed and it just felt natural as he stripped and crawled into my bed.

Today he’s finally convinced me to take him bare. I’m basically getting all my sex from him, and I’m the only dude on the side for Jake, it just made sense. At least it did when he was nuzzling the side of my neck and prodding my hole with his dripping meat. Jake’s not superlong, but he’s endowed nice and thick, and I actually like the slight discomfort as his wang stretches me open. It feels like I’m getting taken by a real man, you know? And the shorter, fat tube just massages my butt nut over and over. Today, I felt all that, only more: he was like a bull charging in fury he was so turned on. And it felt awesome knowing I was getting my brother-in-law’s seed injected in me.

Anyway, I’ve showered up and come out to find Jake recuperating on the leather chair, a look that’s half satisfaction, half hunger. “Thanks, bro, that was awesome,” he said, “we can do it that way from now on, right?”

I dropped my towel and got a kick out of seeing the smirk on his face. Jake massaged his boxer shorts, till his erection returned. “You wanna go again right now?”

“Yeah,” I muttered, turning around and showing off my ass.

“Dude, you’re gonna spoil me.”