I looked down at my dick, which was throbbing hard and slick-wet. Kevin’s tongue lapped at it, sucking his own spit off the hard staff. He pulled back a little, running his fingers along my nutsac.
“Looks like these fellows are ready to blow,” he observed, teasing my balls heavy with sperm and now clinging hard to my cock.
“Been wanting to the last fifteen minutes,” I gasped. “Don’t know how you keep me on edge, bud.”
I had to admire the view. Kevin Bailey was a star linebacker on our high school team. He was tall and big, really beefy for a kid his age, and it took his senior year before he came out of his shell: he shaved his scraggly hair to a crew cut, started paying attention to the way he dressed, and was steadily banging his way through the cheerleader squad.
Fortunately, for me, Kev’s even more of a dick hound. Loved sucking it, loved rubbing it, loved taking it up his hard, buff ass. I told myself throughout my first years of high school that I didn’t have the hots for my teammate and best friend. There were tons of men around to fantasize about, and lately my thoughts had been drifting toward what it would be like to have sex with an older guy. Like Larry Wilson, my police-officer neighbor, or the guy who ran the hardware store where Kevin worked on weekends.
But one night Kev and I had scored a bottle of Jim Beam and were nursing a good buzz when it just happened. A quarterback kissing his linebacker right in a car in a deserted parking lot.
Then, like now, he went down on me, my hands gripping the back of his head and feeling the hard-soft bristle of his short hair, then using my force to pound my dick in. Kevin gulped and moaned but I could tell he loved it. So did I.
No holding back now, I punched in seven solid strokes til my nuts couldn’t take any more and suddenly the hot, full load was traveling up my stalk and sperming Kev’s hot mouth.
I was catching my breath when my friend heaved his big body up and lay next to me, covering my mouth with his. My jizz still fresh, I could taste it as we made out. I finally broke the kiss.
“Your turn, bud. I bet you gotta get off big.”
The big bruiser blushed and bit his lip. “I already did, Jeff.”
I looked down where the football player’s cum pooled up on my mattress. Nice, thick globs were everywhere. I laughed, and soon Kevin joined me. Soon we were kissing again and exploring each other’s muscular bodies with eager hands.
“I’m glad you’re into this, buddy,” I growled into his ear.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah, I feel I can go all night.” Rolling on top of him, I grabbed his wrists and pinned them back behind him playfully.
“Hey Captain…” His nickname for me. It started as a joke after I was named Team Captain after a particularly good performance in a close game against Masterson High. Soon, the name stuck.
“Yeah?” My boner was impatiently nudging Kev’s hard gut.
“I gotta tell you something, but you gotta promise you’re not gonna hate me.”
“Hate you? Jesus, Kevin, what is it?” God, he looked hot pinned beneath me, his underarm hair showing beneath the heavy knots of his bicep muscle.
“It’s nothing to do with you, but I’m worried… well, worried that you’re gonna be ashamed to be my bud after you find out.”
A dozen possibilities went through my head, but I checked myself. I was the gay QB here who’d lived the last years terrified Kevin would disown me as a friend. Now he was feeling something similar. “Ain’t gonna happen bud. I promise.”
He hesitated, looking me square in the eye. “And you gotta promise not to tell a living soul.”
This one was easy. “Promise.” I’d take a secret from Kevin to the grave.
“Well, it’s my dad. He and I…. we have sex.”
I know my eyes widened but I tried not to let on that anything was unusual. I half thought Kevin was pulling my leg but didn’t want to say anything in case he wasn’t. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s how I knew I’d like it with you. Dad and I fuck couple times a week. Sometimes I suck him off after work. Sick, huh?” His face burned red in shame.
I couldn’t resist reaching down and stroking his cheek. “Man, Kevin, I’m not gonna judge you. I mean it’s a little weird, but I, uh….” I couldn’t finish my sentence but my prick did. It was hardening pretty fast between our bodies.
Kevin definitely felt it. His look of dread transformed into a sly smile. “You devil,” he teased. “And here I thought I was the only perverted one.”
It was my turn to be embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Kevin. I mean, he’s your Dad and I shouldn’t be thinking about him that way.”
“‘s OK, Cap. My father turns me on, you get turned on by the thought of me and him doing it.” HIs hips were thrusting back against mine, and our lips met again. We were definitely revving up for round two. “Or,” he continued, “do you just have the hots for him? My dad.”
“Both,” I answered assuredly, my hard prick rubbing against my buddy’s furry gut. “Oh, fuck!” I gasped, feeling a sense of sexual taboo I never had before.
“You gonna fuck me, Captain?” Kevin asked, scooting his ass in position and spreading his legs, hooking is calves around my waist. “You gonna fuck me while I tell you about how my daddy fucks me.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered reaching over to find my lubricant. Not time for precision application, I just squired the liquid all over the place and started pushing my cock into him.
“Aw, yeah, that’s it. Push that cock right into me, Cap.”
“Fuck yeah, Kev. You want my meat bad.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe, man. Punch it in me. Yeah, like that. All the fucking way.”
I did as he ordered, as my hormones ordered. With the minimum of preliminaries I was fucking my bud.
“Who’s better?” I huffed, pounding my cock deep into his bowels. “Me or your dad?”
The very question made Kevin’s hardon bounce on his gut, pritzing pre-fuck juice everywhere. “Aw, man, I can’t say. Your dick is bigger than Dad’s.”
“Yeah?” I asked. I definitely had a bigger cock than Kevin’s – both longer and fatter – and I got a rush every time he praised my size. I punched in at a slightly different angle to see what reaction I’d get.
“Fuck yeah, you’re huge, Jeff. But you know that.”
I grinned.
“It makes me feel good.”
“My dick in you?”
“Yeah, your big honking dick. Thrusting in me, bud. Thing is….”
“What?”
“You can’t imagine how incredibly insanely hot it is to be screwed by your own dad.”
I had a mental image of Mr. Bailey fucking Kevin and almost lost it then. Then, in a nasty thought entered my head. “Think I should try it? With my old man?”
That made Kevin’s eyes widen. “You get fucked?” All this time I’d pretty much been fucker rather than fuckee.
“Maybe Dad should be the one to break me in.”
“Wow, Mr. Case fucking you… I think your dad is hot.”
I’d never thought of him that way. My dad’s pretty cool but he’s a little overweight and, well, just pretty average. “Your dad’s hotter,” I said.
With that I started to cum inside Kevin.
****
From then on, we talked about our dads from time to time, particularly when we wanted to get real turned on, but I thought I was just that: talk.
Till one Friday I was staying over at Kevin’s. We kind of camped out in the basement rec room, while his parents and sister stayed upstairs. We always had all the privacy we wanted to fuck around in between playing video games. I’d saved up my load all week so knew I was good for at least three rounds that night.
Only Mr. Bailey knocked and started coming down the stairs. He wore only a towel around his waist, revealing his burly, hairy body to me and Kevin. “Sorry to bother you fellows, but I wanted to use the shower down here. Kevin’s mother’s decided to take a bubble bath tonight.”
Kevin basically muttered out an OK, but I was speechless. John Bailey was hot! Big, brawny, muscular, just like his son but even bigger. Salt and pepper hair and his build type gave away the fact he was in his mid 40s but otherwise he was in tip-top shape, with a flat stomach and solid arm definition. Best of all, full meaty nipples protruded out from his wide chest. Nice swirls of chest hair became to a mat of fur leading to his hidden crotch.
The minute he closed the door to the basement bathroom, Kevin was on me, kissing me, sticking his thick tongue in my mouth and gripping my cock through my shorts. It was already hardening.
The idea that we were making out with his dad in the next room turned me on even more. Then, just as the sound of water stopped, Kevin pulled back, hopping into an armchair across from me. An impish grin on his face. Fuck! Our cocks were both tenting up majorly now, and I did my best to catch my breath.
The door opened and Kevin’s dad stepped out. This time, Mr. Bailey wasn’t wearing the towel. His nude body was displayed for our gaze and his cock hung heavy and soft between his furry thighs. That dick was my vision of male perfection. Full, large… promising the power it would hold in its erect state. I guess I’d been thinking a lot lately of what an older man’s dick would look like, and Kevin’s father surpassed my expectations.
“Thanks, guys. Again, sorry to bother you.” Casually toweling of his chest, midsection, and back, he made no move from his stance in front of us. His prick swung softly in front of him after the towel wiped it dry.
“It’s OK, Mr. B.” I blurted out, my breath quickening. “We don’t mind some company.”
It was a dumb thing to say, maybe, but I think the man liked my answer. He looked directly at me, a slight smile on his face but otherwise silent. His eyes swept down my body till I knew he could see the outline of my cock. He stared and his own prick started to flesh out, til the daddy erection poked out between his legs, first plumping out in front of him, then starting its path up toward the ceiling.
The whole time he looked at me with expectation. I couldn’t decide whether to look into his steely gaze or his hardening dick.
“You got a nice boner, Mr. B,” I finally said.
“Glad you like it Jeff,” the man said, his voice now soft but low. “Kevin says you like to fuck,”
I looked over at my friend. He had a hangdog look, like he knew I was gonna be upset he told his Dad about us. I was too turned on to care, though. Looking back at Mr. Bailey, I nodded. “Yeah. I do.”
Slowly, I pulled my shorts down til my erect stalk snapped up, hard and heavy.
“Damn, you’re hung,” Mr. Bailey whistled. “No wonder they call you and Kevin the Dream Team.” A term Coach Carson had started. Don’t think this was what Coach had in mind. He then turned to Kevin. “He really fucks you with that thing?”
Kevin, now eager that something was about to happen, nodded. “Yeah Dad. He knows what to do with it, too.” Their eyes locked, communicating something primal that only father and son could share. I was happy to be the third wheel.
Kev’s Dad then asked me. “Is that right? Who taught you how to fuck?”
I shook my head. “No one, sir. Guess I just took to it.”
He paused and sized me up. Taking slow steps toward me, his cock bounced and swayed a little. Damn, it was a beauty. Mr. B had a grade-A perfect erection. Not as big as mine, but a nice full size, with a perfect straight shape. “A natural, huh? You guys are usually the best at it.” He turned around and all of a sudden I had a vision of the most beautiful, full man ass in existence. Round, hairy, masculine. My dick liked it. A lot. It started smacking against my abs with each heart beat. Bailey kept backing up. Hiking his butt up a little, spreading his legs out. I could see the hairy asscleft in front of me.
I greedily grabbed his full, masculine butt cheeks, using my grip to pry them apart. My heart about stopped as I exposed the deep hairy trench and a nice red-pink daddy hole – taut but not clenched. The fresh smell of shower gel wafted into my nose, along with the heat and smell of another man.
“Man, Mr. B,” I couldn’t help exclaiming. “You got a hot hole.”
“Yeah?” he laughed, clearly enjoying my appreciation.
“Fuck yeah, Nice hot daddy fuckhole,” I growled, right before I leaned forward to complete the action. My face buried in my best friend’s dad’s ass. With his son watching. I started licking, pushing my tongue into the soft wet fur lining the trench. Soon I was zeroing in to the soft, hot manhole, the one place there was a break in the hair. My tongue flittered and I heard a loud moan emanate from Mr. B.
“Damn, Jeff, that’s it. Lick my nasty dadhole.” He reached behind and grabbed my head, holding me in place so I would move away from prime asslicking position. It wasn’t necessary: I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I started a nice rhythm, going from rim-licking to deep tongue penetration and back, throwing a few long, wide swipes.
It was hard to hear with my face buried between Mr. Bailey’s muscular cheeks, but I heard him speak to Kevin. “He do this for you, son?”
As if by sixth sense I knew Kev was watching the scene wide-eyed and jacking his thick tight-end cock. “Nah. Not yet.”
“He must be a natural at this, too.” He started rotating his hips, which meant his trench was rubbing all along my face. I wasn’t gonna give up control without a fight. I reached up and grabbed the sides of his hips and held them as still as I could while my tongue powerdrilled the man’s horny hole. He finally relaxed and let me tongue-worship his anus. “Damn! Leave it to my son to find a talented top.”
“He’s good, Dad?”
“Amazing. Your friend has a real big tongue. Makes me want to get fucked so bad.”
Hearing Kevin’s dad say that, in his deep masculine voice, only egged me on. I drilled his hole double time and kneaded his butt cheeks possessively.
“Oh, yeah, ya like the idea, huh, kid? Eat my hole out man.”
“His dick’s leaking pretty bad, Dad.” I could sense my best friend was getting neared but I almost jumped in shock when I felt his warm cocksucking mouth descend on me.
“That’s it, Kev,” I heard the father say. “Suck his motherfuckin’ cock. Show him you know how to treat a top right.”
Normally my friend gave pretty awesome head, but on this occasion, he went beyond the call of duty, hoovering my stick to the base and doing something with his tongue that was gonna send me to the stars. Quick.
Haltingly, I pulled my face out of Daddy’s now spit-slick butt crack and reached down to pull Kevin off my prick. “Easy buddy,” I said, with a gentle pat to the side of his head. “I don’t wanna blow yet.”
Kevin smiled and scrambled out from under his father. He stood up, nude and erect, his heart racing, with a look on his face as if wondering what he should do.
I took charge, guiding Mr. Bailey to bend over the couch, positioning him so he could spread his legs and prop up his weight with his upper body. “Wider!” I ordered, gently kicking his legs apart. He complied, and now I once again had an amazing view of that ass trenched bared and ready for exploration.
I started to kneel down to commence my handiwork, but then got struck with a new inspiration. I looked over at my beefy fuckbuddy. “Kev, why don’t you put that dick in your dad’s mouth?”
Kevin paused, a little shellshocked at the idea. I could tell it had never occurred to him. Or if it had, it was a thought he’d been too afraid to follow through with.
“But Cap… I umh… he never has…” I noticed his prick hadn’t softened one bit.
“I don’t fucking care. I want to see your father suck your dick.”
I half expected Mr. B to object. To stand up and put his foot down and say there was no way he was sucking his son’s prick. instead, the burly man leaned forward steady, servile, and watched as his boy walked around the couch, the aching teen jock erection bobbing and swaying with each step, dripping a trail of pre-splooge onto the basement carpet.
The linebacker paused and looked down on his father. I couldn’t know what expression he was seeing in his old man’s face, but I could tell Kevin was nervous, too nervous to ask the permission he so wanted from his father.
Slowly, excruciatingly slow for me, he reached down to the base of his prick and with a gentle nudge of his thumb levered his cock gradually downward. Down until it was parallel to the floor and a few degrees further. Then the wet cockhead made contact with his dad’s lips. I gathered from Kevin’s facial expressions his father was working his lips along the tip, maybe even licking the sappy end. Soon, all too soon now, Kevin was sinking inward. Fucking his entrance into that paternal mouth.
“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed. Overcome with sensation and emotion, he shut his eyes and his body shuddered. I half thought he was orgasming right then and there, right into this dad’s craw, but it was just the shock of the most amazing feeling he’d ever had washing over him. As if on automatic, his hips thrust gently in and out, savoring the feeling of a father’s hot mouth. Kev opened his eyes. “Thanks buddy, this is so awesome.”
I cocked my head down to where his father was quickly turning the tables from getting his face fucked to actively bobbing up and down on his son’s dick. I got the feeling this wasn’t the man’s first time giving head. “I think you should be thanking your dad.”
Kevin laughed as much as he could through the sexual sensations. “Thanks dad. Aw yeah, that feels so fucking good.”
I watched enraptured as Mr. B started giving eager head to his son. Kevin was huffing and climbing closer to ejaculation. “Oh fuck, Dad. I can’t believe you’re fucking sucking my cock. Oh, that’s it. I’m almost there. A little more…. Aw FUCK!!!”
Sweat was forming all along Kevin’s chest and neck, now dripping profusely onto his father’s bobbing head. He had a telltale sound when he came, kind of a snore-like choking sound. He was sure making that sound now as he fed Mr. B what had to be a copious wad of jock jizz.
The older man for his part made sputtering sounds as he struggled to swallow it all. He was mostly successful, though I did see him wipe off some dribbles with his finger as he leaned back on his ankles, his hard fatherly cock poking straight up in sheer horniness. Casually, he licked his spermy finger, savoring his son’s seed.
“That was hot, son,” he said in a low voice. I could barely hear him.
“Wow, Dad,” Kevin sighed, looking down at his father kneeling on the couch cushion. I could tell he was trying to recover from his mega ejaculation. Maybe he was trying to make sense of the sex act, too. “I didn’t think you’d do that.”
As much as I enjoyed the father-son emotional bonding in front of me, my erection ached. Bad. I had slicked it up watching Mr. B blow Kev but had kept hands off, afraid I’d shoot just watching the hottest coupling I could imagine. I’d never seen two guys go at it, at least not in person, but to see a dad-son duo in person… well this added a new fantasy to my repertoire, for sure.
Hungrily, I stepped up behind Kevin’s dad. I placed my hand in the middle of his muscled back and gently nudged him forward into a half-leaning position. The angle was perfect: my cock head nestled into his furry crack, right at his twitching hole.
“Ready, Mr. B?” I teased.
“God, yeah,” he groaned. Sucking off his son had worked him up all right.
I clinched my ass muscles and moaned as the force pushed my dick in. Mr. B’s rectum was tight and hot! Suddenly, that hole clenched and resisted. I backed out, all the way out, till my dickhead was once again pressed against his sphincter. Teasing it, I held steady and tried to hold my breath in check.
“How big are you, Jeff?” Mr. B finally asked nervously. I gathered he was having second thoughts.
“You can measure me after we fuck, sir.” No way I was backing down now. “Hold on,” I said, then backed off to reach for the lube. I poured a generous amount on my fingers then shoved my hand right into the depths of his crack. I teased the manhole with the tips of my lubed fingers, a move that seemed to drive Mr. Bailey wild. His upper body relaxed and he hung his head down. Eagerly, he spread his legs wide again, letting me tease and prod his pucker.
Slowly, I sunk my first finger in, letting the man get used to it, really enjoy it, before adding another.
Kevin had by now sat on the couch next to us, watching intently as I fingered his dad. His orgasm had been too big for him to stay fully hard but his linebacker prick hadn’t gone soft, either. “Oh my god,” he kept muttering as he watched me defile his burly father step by step.
Pretty soon, the dad’s hole was nice and elastic and slick. It stretched against my three fingers as I twisted them in. This hole was still tight, but gone was the resistance.
Smiling, I removed my digits and gave my prick a quick jack to recoat it. I put my cock back in place and this time, it sailed right in.
“Christ!” Bailey grunted, and I swore in unison. This hole felt amazing. I eagerly sank my bone into this butch man, feeling a rush of power in the process. Especially when my nuts pressed solidly against his body. I paused and clenched down to expand my dick even further inside him.
“Aw, man, you’re gonna make me call you Captain before we’re done with, aren’t ya?” I wondered how much Kevin had told his dad about us.
“Yes, sir,” I growled. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, my cock pulled back then thrust inside him. And again. “You wanna get fucked, sir?”
“Jeez, Jeff,” Kevin said in surprise. I couldn’t tell if he was worried about his dad or turned on.
I decided to go with the latter. “You wanna see your dad fucked, Kev?” I teased, locking eyes with my buddy as my hips thrust back and forth – not full speed, but enough throttle to let Mr. B really feel my size.
Kevin was now speechless but he nodded yes lustfully. His jock dick was now back at full mast, red and angry to be aroused so quickly after cumming.
Grinning, I reached down and grabbed the underside of Mr. Bailey’s meaty thighs. Using all my upper body strength, I levered his lower body up and spread his legs, holding them there as I fucked away. The new angle drove him wild. Or maybe it was the intensity of my fuck pace. I would occasionally slow down for a few thrusts, going harder with each one, before switching to a faster pace.
“Aw fuck, kid. Pound my fucking hole. Oh god, your dick is drilling deep, buddy.”
I was doing pretty good holding off until Kevin leaned over. His father turned toward him, their faces gravitated toward one another, clearly needing one another. Then their mouths, lips locked. Dad and son kissing – full french kiss, tongues battling. It was all Mr. Bailey needed. He moaned into the kiss with his son and his body shook. Suddenly I felt waves of peristaltic tightness clenching against my dick. I was making this daddy come!
Before I realized it, my own cum was saucing Mr. B’s dad guts, my fuck thrusts pounding his now tired body into the couch cushion. A thought in the back of my mind told me to go easy on the guy, but it was too far buried to listen to. I fucked hard as I rode out my orgasm.
I stepped back proud of my handiwork. The dad’s hole was very wet and dripping with my white goo. I looked over and Kevin had jacked out a second load, which dripped on his chest.
“Well, boys,” Mr. Bailey sighed as he got up to his feet, his chest flushed red beneath the hair and a little light-headed. “I think I need another shower.”
“Mind if I join you, Mr. B.” It was a question but said like a statement.
He paused. He knew what he should say, but he didn’t say it. “Sure, Cap.” He winked at me.
Kevin looked at me a little jealous. He wanted quality time with his father. “C’mon Kev,” I said, answering the question he was afraid to ask.
We soaped up in the shower. It was a tight fit. I think Kevin and his dad thought that it was going to be a postcoital moment of cleaning up and relaxation.
I had other ideas. My hands soaped up both of the guys, getting off on the similarities between the two Bailey men as well as the differences. I was rubbing Mr. B’s back when I looked over his shoulder at Kevin. “Man, Kev, you’re a lucky guy. Getting to fool around with your dad.” I could see Kevin blush and both guys got quiet all of a sudden. Definitely feeling a little guilty.
I wasn’t going to let this drop, though. I reached around and felt the front of Bailey’s bod, his chest and stomach hair now matted by the shower water. I hugged him from behind as my erection fit into the groove of his ass. “If I lived here, I’d be fucking you all the time, Mr. B.” My hand caressed his muscles and my tongue tickled the back of his ear. “Would you like that, sir?”
This man was battling his inner angel, for sure. That tenseness returned in his body. Finally, he answered. “Jeff, maybe you can come visit a little more this summer.” Then, sighing, he added, his voice dropping lower, “Captain.”
My prick found his hole. My sperm was still inside, along with some residual lube. I pushed in for round two.
I practically lived at the Bailey house that summer.