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Subject: Horny Dad Tales 16 Horny Dad Tales Bill Drake The usual disclaimers apply: for adult readers only. Contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between men, some of whom are related. Thanks to those readers out there who’ve taken a moment to write. Send those comments and story suggestions along: billdrake@hotmail. Check out the authors page at Nifty or see all of my stories at my Yahoo hoo/group/drakestories/ Horny Dad Tales 16 Sibling Rivalry It’s odd how people look different when you’re having sex. A guy’s expression changes, his body seems unfamiliar, and up closer his facial features are different. The same was true for my father. I looked down on my dad and ran my fingers along his stomach, enjoying the soft bristle of his curly hairs, til my hands reached his pectoral muscle. I squeezed the hard mass and reached over to rub the fleshy nipples. That got a deep growl from the man. We’d been fucking every lunch hour for the last month. Coach P let me skip out of third period for an early lunch. “Just stay out of trouble, Gelson,” he told me the first day of my senior year as he waved me out of his office. “I’ll cover for you if anyone asks, but you start skipping out to smoke weed again, and I’m tanning your hide personally. Got it?” I gave the gruff forty-something man a mock military salute, thankful that being a star on the football team meant I could get away with murder. Dad works as a project supervisor for an architecture firm, and I looked around and saw his work clothes discarded around his bedroom. I was just a quickie lunchtime tryst for him. The very nastiness of the situation made my boner pop up against my abs. “Hey buddy, wanna slick me up?” Dad’s voice even sounded deeper when we fucked. My dick dribbled down fresh sap onto his hairy stomach. I didn’t answer but never taking my eyes of the knowing grin on his face, I reached over to the bedside table and fumbled around for a tube of lubricant. I thought Dad was gonna cum the second I touched his cock with my lubed hand. The heat of his fuckstick melted the gel into a smooth liquid that coated his stalk. “That’s it, Jake. Nice touch ya got.” I ran my hand up and down the length of his hardon, feeling it pulse and quiver in my grip. Dad was even hornier today than normal. “On your back, big guy,” he finally commanded as his muscular weight shuffled out from beneath me. I flopped back onto the mattress, pulling my legs apart but a little nervous. I was still new to this all and usually preferred to sit on Dad to get relaxed and loosened up. Still, I had to admit the view. My old man, a perfect example of raw 40-year-old masculinity, stood above me, his beefy chest pounding with each heartbeat, his cock ramrod rigid as a reminder who was in charge. Our eyes locked in intense anticipation. I was trying to hold back my fear of getting penetrated, Dad was trying to hold back his urge to ravage me. We could both read each other in our stare. “Oh, my baby boy,” Dad murmured. His large hand, slick with lube reached between my legs and teased my pucker. I spread my legs wider but gulped nervously. He teased, touching and rimming the surface of my hole. My body shivered and I emitted an involuntary cry till I bit my lip. Dad smiled at that then pressed in. His insistent finger breaching my taut anus. It felt foreign, a little uncomfortable, but good. In he pressed, using his fingertip to massage the inner lining of my asswalls. Reassuring me from the inside out. “Hot football jock ass,” he groaned, now working up into a slow incestuous finger fuck. “You been keeping that hole tight for me, haven’t you?” I hadn’t seen him get into sex talk. At least not like this. Surprisingly I found myself turned on like nothing before. “Yes, sir,” I answered, with the deference I usually reserved for when I was in big trouble. Two fingers now. Plunging deep, stretching me out. My legs lifted a little as Dad scooted in. Closer to a fuck position. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about, Jake.” His gaze bearing down on me. Commanding me to obey. “You,” I answered without thought. “Your dick. Fucking me.” My breath is getting heavier now and my ass feels full with Dad’s fingers. Now that he’s added a third. I gulped, then blurted out. “Dad.” He looked down on me sternly. His hand a whir of motion between my legs but the rest of him dead still. Even his stone-erect cock. “I told you not to call me that when we’re having sex.” I stared back into his grey-brown istanbul travesti eyes. I was feeling so many emotions and sensations swirling in me I feel I could cry. Part of me wanted to take it back. Part of me didn’t. “Yes, sir.” Best I could do to apologize. “You know why?” He pulled out the hand that was frigging my asshole and gripped his fatherly cock. Pushing it down perpendicular to his body. A man missile ready for launch. He nudged forward til the wet juicy head kissed my now well-teased hole. “Cause what we’re doing is wrong?” I half said, half asked. Dad shut his eyes and nudged his hips forward. Applying enough pressure to penetrate me. In went his cock, forcing open my tight ring. I gasped. Dad’s eyes snapped back open and a broad smile filled his face. “No, son. Cause it turns me on too fucking much.” WIth that he thrust his prick deep into me. Wow. Dad’s not a record holder or anything but he’s got a pretty big dick and at that moment he felt huge. My guts were hovering that dividing line between discomfort and pain. I took a few shallow breaths and tried to concentrate on my father’s body. His big biceps, his broad chest, his wide shoulders. The man’s hands reached down and massaged my stomach, trying to sooth me. “Easy, son, Daddy’s in ya now. Isn’t that what you wanted?” My own hands went up to grip and caress his powerful arms. “Yeah… Yes, sir. It is…. Only… it feels like the first time all over again.” Dad leaned down and kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth and setting my body on fire. I could feel the firm insistent dad prick buried in me but it felt comforting. Dad pulled back and smiled down on me. His body leaning over mine, his dick now making soft sawing motions. Loosening me up. “You came buckets that first time.” “I did.” My mind flashed back. I could feel my ass relax. “I can make you come like that again.” He pulled back now and shoved his cock in. It felt good this time, real good. “Make you feel like you’re getting your cherry busted all over again.” “Oh Dad!” I groaned. His cock punched into me. And again. “You like that, huh? You like your daddy taking your cherry?” “Yes, sir! Oh fuck Dad! Fuck me sir!” By now I was bucking my hips up as hard as Dad was fucking down on me. His dick was poking me hard, and I knew I wasn’t gonna last long. “Aw Jake! My own fucking boy.” Sweat formed on his brow and he was losing his breath. “My own dad’s fucking me!” I shouted back and instantly Dad was coming. His face scrunched up and his prick pistoned in his steamy, chunky fatherly load into my now open ass. The very thought of what was happening sent hot jets of sperm flying across my chest and face. It was just like that first time getting fucked. A nut so intense you didn’t know it was possible. Finally, as we caught our breaths, Dad pulled out his semi-hard prick and lay down next to me. His hands caressed my chest, marveling at the sperm deposit. “Damn, Jake, you made a mess.” Then, getting that “serious” look on his face, he added. “Hope that wasn’t too much, buddy boy. Your old man got carried away.” “Naw, Dad.” I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck pulling him into a quick kiss. “I liked it. A lot. Felt good to just let it out.” “You mean more than the huge wad of teen sperm?” He pinched my cum-wet nipple playfully. “Yeah,” I laughed. “I mean you and me. The fact that I’m having sex with my dad regularly. I guess I felt a little ashamed at first, but now, it’s… well…” “A big turn on, huh?” “Yeah,” I smiled before his lips met mine in a deep, smoldering kiss. We were making out like lost lovers, for I don’t know how long. Only pretty soon, my dick was hard again and I felt his sticky erection poking me. “Jake,” Dad said softly. “Turn around.” Then he added, “son.” I complied and felt his hand caress my thigh before gripping my left leg and pulling it up. His recharged, hard stick poked against my cummy, recently fucked hole and worked its way back in. “There,” Dad asserted. “Maybe this time we can last a little longer.” *** That second fuck did last longer, but after about 10 minutes, our pace picked up, our breaths quickened and soon I was cumming onto the sheets. Dad was a half minute behind me, adding his second load. We got dressed in the silent satisfaction of afterglow. It wasn’t until I was tying my shoes and Dad was putting on his wristwatch that he spoke. “I forgot to tell you. Your brother’s visiting this weekend.” I had to conceal the kadıköy travesti conflicted emotions I felt. “Yeah?” “Seems the dumb lug hasn’t figured out how to do laundry in the dorm,” he joked. “Cause he always got his little squirt brother to do his chores at home,” I added. Dad tousled my hair and redid his belt buckle. “You were pretty happy when he went to college huh? Anyway, I thought I’d ask your mother if you could spend the weekend here, a week early. Whaddya say?” “Sure, Dad.” A little excited for more time with my father. *** No doubt, I was jealous of my brother. He was one of those people that everyone liked. A 6’5″ blond adonis with movie-star good looks: twinkling blue eyes, perfect gleaming teeth, slight dimples and ruddy cheeks. That he’d gone on to State as their walk-on quarterback meant he was a local celebrity. Every new school year, when I’d get new teachers, they’d ask me about my brother. He’d even inherited my father’s name, David, though I called him Dave and Dad called him Junior. I was prepared just to suck it up and enjoy his visit til Friday night rolled around and I got to Dad’s place. Dad answered the door a little flustered, a lot flushed, and definitely sporting a hardon in his work khakis. Dave was on the couch with the smug look of the cat who ate the canary. He was always a looker, but his time at college made him god-like. He now had a man’s body with the glow of confidence of being a big man on campus. I knew at an instant he and Dad had been making out on the couch before i showed up. I kind of wanted to see what would develop, but Dad announced he was starving and asked if the local pizza joint was OK. Dinner was good. I enjoyed hearing Dave’s stories from college and felt a little flattered when he mentioned that the scouting coaches at State had taken an interest in my performance on the field. At one point when I asked him to tell us more about life on an NCAA football team, he demurred, grinning slyly. “I’ll have to save the X-rated stories till we get home.” Dad chuckled. “You been a horndog up at State, Junior?” “Guess I take after my old man. Why don’t we get out of here?” Neither Dad nor I needed much convincing. I was starting to chub up in my shorts and definitely wanted to get out of the public eye. Dad had already had a couple of beers and when he got home he opened up another. Then, hesitating, he pulled some out for Dave and me. We plopped down on the couch, Dave spreading his powerful legs and grinning. “So, Jake,” he started. “Has Coach P made a move on you yet?” I blushed. Dave’s forwardness could set me aback. “Nah. I don’t think he’s like that.” “You kidding? I nailed that ex-marine ass every day my senior year. Bet ya fifty bucks Patterson’s got a thing for you. What do you think, Dad?” My father shook his head in disbelief. “I think I should ignore the fact the high school football coach was fucking around with my son.” Dave grinned his cheeky smile then turned back to me. “Yeah, Patterson’s hot for you,” he said looking straight into my eyes. “My little bro’s pretty fucking hot.” With that he leaned forward and kissed me. A peck first, to tease, then planted his mouth right on mine. I couldn’t resist. I melted right into that kiss. My older brother had some major game. He pulled back, smirking. “Where’d little brother learn to kiss like that?” I couldn’t tell if he was complimenting or condescending to me. “Jake’s all grown up now,” Dad chimed in, his hand now running up and down the ridge in the crotch of his khakis. “He been keeping you company, Dad?” “Yes, Junior. He has.” “Cool.” Dave continued to massage my chest lazily with his free hand but kept looking forward, locking eyes with Dad. It was like my father was under a spell. “I missed you, son.” Dave let it soak in, then stood up and walked across the living room. Leaning down, he grabbed Dad and met him in a kiss. My heart jumped a beat, out of the combined horniness and jealousy. Then, Dave’s voice, low and soft. “Don’t think I can wait any longer.” “OK, Junior,” Dad answered. And Dave turned and walked down the hall toward Dad’s bedroom. My father followed my brother with his gaze then turned to me. The look of hunger on his face and an erection in his crotch. “You don’t mind sleeping in the guest room, do you sport? I want to spend some one-on-one time with Junior tonight. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise.” Part of me wanted to say no, but I could see the look bakırköy travesti of expectation in his eyes and couldn’t deny him. “It’s OK, Dad. We got plenty of time on our own. You don’t get to see Dave much.” “Thanks, sport.” He stood up, his father-boner even more obscene at that angle. He winked at me. “Good night. I’ll see you in the morning.” With that he followed Dave down the hall and shut his room door behind him. I sat on the couch and listened to the voices coming from down the hall. Conversation, laughing. I walked closer and could hear them having sex. Kissing. Sucking. Fucking. Then, “Oh, fuck me! That’s it. Harder. Fuck me! Fuck me deep!” It was Dad, urging Dave on. I heard my brother’s sex grunts, heard the bed squeak, the headboards pound, then the release of both men in hard climax. When I pulled off my underwear to climb into bed, my prick throbbed in agony. I couldn’t bear to jerk it off. I just soothed it with my fingers and let the thickness snap up against my belly. I trusted Dad. I knew I’d get off big tomorrow. Just before I dozed off, I heard the two going at it again. Fuck! *** That night I had an incredible sex dream. Orgy in the State U. locker room. Me fucking my brother in front of all his teammates and the alumni donors. Then all of a sudden I was on my back in the principal’s office and Coach P was sucking me off. Eating my dong. Going up and down on it with his slick, warm mouth. Only it wasn’t all a dream. My eyes snapped open and I saw a man sitting on my cock. Rocking back and forth. Dad. It took a minute before he realized I was awake. He was so intent on trying to back his rump backward onto my morning erection. Slowly, the thick cock drilled his hole open. That ass felt super moist, from what I could only guess was multiple ejaculations my brother had blasted up in there . “Hi Jake,” he finally whispered. “I couldn’t wait.” He gasped as I bottomed out in his rectum. Dad’s body clenched tight and his cock flapped in a hard state as he struggled to accommodate me. This wasn’t the first time I’d fucked Dad, but before I had assumed he was just paying me back for bottoming. But, damn, he was really into this. “Dad,” I started, not sure of what I wanted to say. Just surprised. “You’re bigger than your brother, you know. By a lot,” he winced. “Christ, you’re bigger than me.” I ran my hands up and down his hairy torso, taking time to tease his erect nipples. “I love the way your big dick feels in me, son. You know that? Know how much my son’s giant horse cock turns me on? All stuffed up inside of me. Fuck!” He started a gentle swaying but I was getting horny and impatient. My hips gave a swivel of their own, punching him full of my hard meat. “That’s it, Jake, buddy. Fuck your daddy off.” Hearing that from my deep-voiced masculine dad just about sent me wild. I started bucking firm and steady into him. The friction was tight but his hole slowly opened before his entire ass sheath would clench spasmodically against my thrusting cock. “You like that, Dad?” I asked. Feel a little more like my big brother by the minute. “God, yes.” He was doing his best to keep quiet. I could see tears run down his face and precum run down his erection. “You like ’em big, huh? Like your son’s big fat cock?” Dad looked down into my face, lustful, pleading. Almost begging me not to verbalize what I was thinking. I did anyway. “Next time I’m not sleeping alone. I’m joining you guys. Let Dave go first. I’ll watch as he fucks you. Loosens you up. Then I’ll slip in after him. Let you know what a real bull fuck feels like. Let him know who has the bigger cock. That what you want, Dad? A big cock?” The only answer i got was a hot spray of Dad’s alkaline sperm right into my face. The taste and smell tripped me up too and soon my father’s guts were flooded with my morning load. We uncoupled and Dad stood up off the bed. My prick was still firm in the aftershocks of orgasm. “I’m going back to my room. Junior’s still asleep.” “Not if he heard us,” I stated. A little proud at my topping adventure. “Probably not.” Then, softly, “I didn’t know you had such a jealous streak, Jake.” I shrugged my shoulders. It’s sad but all I could think about was how I wanted to fuck Dad again. “Guess so,” I said. “I like it.” He winked and walked out the door of the guest room. His hairy ass dripped with my white seed. I reached down and grabbed my meat, nursing the morning wood that still lingered in it. Wrapping one first around it, then another. Still some length after that. I guess I did have a nice, long, fat one. I squeezed out a drop of post-drip sperm and smeared it into the full, spongy head. I think I found a way to get Coach Patterson to stop comparing me to my older brother.

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