Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2018 17:01:19 +0200 From: DanishDude Subject: Schoolmate's Father I'm born in 1966 in rural Denmark and this is the first installment in a series revealing what it was like growing up gay and very horny in the 70'ies and 80'ies. If you have any comments or questions please email me at danishdude@gmail.com. The usual disclaimer and copyrights applies. *************************************************** GETTING FUCKED BY SCHOOLMATE'S FATHER I grew up out in the sticks - the nearest town was approx. 25 km away (app. 15 miles) - so when I reached the tender age of 15 and wanted to hit the clubs, getting home in the middle of the night was a bit of a challenge as busses stopped their services around 10pm: either I had to persuade my father to get up in the middle of the night and drive the 15 miles to pick me up and drive me home (not very popular with him), or I had to take an expensive taxi and I would rather spend my hard-earned cash on something a little more tangible so I was left with no other choice but hoping for an invite to sleep at one of my school friends places. And thankfully that wasn't difficult to get. Søren was just such a friend - we went and he lived alone with his father in a big house so quite often, when our gang of friends went clubbing on weekends, we started out at his place with some booze, chips and loud music before hitting the clubs downtown. Søren was a really sexy looking guy - dark haired and green-eyed with a lean, lanky body and a big package that made sleeping in his room quite challenging for a hormone driven gay teenager like myself. I normally slept on a mattress on the floor next to his bed and watching Søren undress and end up wearing only the skimpy small briefs which was the underwear of choice for teenagers in the early 80'ies was a sight to behold. I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch and I could clearly see the outline of his fat cock and big balls not to mentioned the shadow between his firm buttocks where his asshole was - needless to say: I was rock-hard underneath my blanket! His father - Henning - was a very sexy looking man as well. He was about 6' 1" high with a lean, toned body which he kept in great shape by riding his racing bike around the countryside - a pastime that also explained his firm bubble butt. He had closely cropped, thick salt and pepper hair and just the right amount of trimmed chest hair poking out of his open shirt - and as mentioned this was in the early 80'ies so tight jeans revealed a hefty package between his legs. I especially remember a pair of light blue jeans in a rather thin denim that clearly accentuated his big, thick cock resting on a pair of big, swelling nuts - and because of his big bulge in the front the seam at the back was drawn in between his two muscular buttocks which showed off his ass magnificently! Generally I only saw Henning when passing through the house on my way to Søren's room and we had only exchanged a few pleasantries but he was always smiling and looking straight at me with piercing light green eyes - which immediately sent the butterflies in my stomach fluttering. Yes, I had quite a few jerk-off fantasies about him - and Søren as well. It all started on a Sunday morning. The gang had been clubbing Saturday night and Søren and I came back to his place around 4 in the morning. After having cleaned Søren's room enough to lay out the mattress we went straight to bed. Søren had a weekend job at the local supermarket as a Saturday casual so he got up around 7.30 and after a quick shower he was out of the door - leaving me to get a few hours extra sleep before I would get up and head home on the bus. I must have slept for about an hour after Søren left before I woke up to the most fantastic sensation: I was hard and my cock felt as if it was buried in something wet and warm. I slowly came out of my sleep and looked down ... and saw Henning sitting on his knees stark naked by my right hip with my cock in his mouth - he had managed to push the blanket down and peel my underwear off without waking me up. His muscular, slightly hairy cyclist's legs were apart so he could jerk his hard cock with his right hand between his thighs. I was in turmoil - the sensation was fantastic but I didn't know what to do so I just lay completely still hoping he wouldn't sense I was awake. After a few minutes the intense feeling in my loins grew and, without realizing it I started a slight upwards thrust whenever Henning dove down on my cock and that was when he turned his head slightly to the left - without letting go of me - and looked me straight in the eyes. He could see how horned up I was so rather than stop what he was doing, he just gradually let his body slide sideways until his big, wet cock was right next to my face. It was thick and completely straight with a big shiny head where the precum was leaking out in a steady stream. His big, heavy balls fell slightly downwards over his thigh and I could feel the heat radiating from his crutch and the intoxicating scent of horny man filled my nostrils. He clearly shaved his balls and the base of his thick cock and his bush was trimmed short which made his cock look even bigger. I wrapped my hand around his hot, throbbing shaft and let his wet cockhead touch my lips - and then I let his warm, wet head slide over my lips. I took as much of him in mouth as I could - and I was quite experienced: since I was about 12 I had been having sex regularly with a farmer 30 years my senior who lived alone on a farm not far from my parents house. When I close my eyes I can still smell the scent of man coming from Henning's crotch and I don't think I had ever been so horned up in my young life before. It didn't take long before I went over the edge flooding his throat with my thick, young cum and that did the trick for him as well and he came buckets in my hungry mouth and down my chin. We lay there for a little while without saying a word until he got up, picked up his bathrobe which he had left at the door and left the room - but not before turning around and giving me one of his sexy smiles and saying 'thank you'. I lay there naked, the taste of Henning's cum fresh in my mouth, without fully being able to comprehend what had just happened. Søren's room smelled heavily of cum and sex and at 15 years old it didn't take long before I started to get aroused again. It came almost like a wave that flooded over me - I became hard again and my hornyness was almost tangible. I was used to getting fucked regularly by the farmer I mentioned earlier and the thought of feeling Henning's big, thick cock in my ass was suddenly all I could think of - getting fucked had become one of my favourites. The feeling of a hard cock in my ass, the sound and smell of a moaning man lying on top of me or kneeling behind me was could sometimes make me cum without even touching my cock - and the frequent fucking I received from the farmer meant that I knew how to push slightly when his cock was about to enter me and thereby minimizing the pain plus, with all the fucking I got, I was not super tight which again made the whole experience much more pleasant. I got up and walked upstairs where I found him sitting in the kitchen in his bathrobe reading a newspaper with a cup of coffee in front of him. When I entered the room he looked up and with a surprised look he was just about to say something but then he saw the look in my eyes an instead remained silent and waited for my next move. I didn't say a word but indicated that he should move the chair out from under the table where he was sitting and when he did I straddled him with my naked body and started to kiss him - still without saying a word. He reacted instantly by kissing me back and letting his hands roam all over my body and I felt his big cock getting hard again underneath me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and kissing and the whole situation was just sexy as hell. Henning started to probe my ass with his finger which he wetted with spit from our kissing mouths and he soon had two fingers in me. I was moaning into his mouth and grinding myself against his lap and there could be no doubt about what I was after. By now his bathrobe was open and hung off the chair as I had managed to pull it off of him and my cock, which was leaking precum like hell, was squashed between our writhing bodies. I felt his big cock head right at the entrance to my ass - it felt slippery and wet with precum and very warm and Henning started to apply generous amounts of spit to his shaft. We broke the frantic kissing and I looked into his eyes while I felt the pressure against my hole. "Relax ..." he whispered and suddenly I felt his cock head pop inside my ass - a short pain shot through me but I was so horned up that I did my best to ignore it and Henning remained completely still until the pain began to diminish. I began adding more weight and felt his cock sliding in deeper and deeper and by now my cock, which had deflated slightly when the initial pain hit, was now hard and thrubbing again. Suddenly I felt his pubic hair against my crotch - Henning was by now slumped slightly down in the chair allowing me to get the full length of his cock in my ass. I began to ride him and the sensation was incredible - I am one of the lucky people that anatomically can accommodate a rather large cock without feeling discomfort once it is inside of me so by now I was truly in heaven. After a little while, Henning took hold of me and got up and turned me slightly towards the dining table and placed me on my back, still impaled on his massive cock, and then he began to fuck me. He slow-fucked me at first savouring the feeling of his cock in my teenage ass as he kissed and licked my feet that he held in his hands but gradually he picked up speed and I was arching my back and telling him to fuck me. For a 15 year old I was pretty good at letting my inhibitions go and just revel in the emotion and show this grown man how good he made me feel and how much I needed it. The feeling in my ass was not of this world and I felt like was about to pass out - I had never been so horny in my life. And suddenly my cock started to erupt and glob after glob of cum spurted out and landed on my chest, stomach and face - the contractions in my ass when I came inspired Henning to go faster and suddenly his eyes glazed over and he let go of my feet, bend slightly over the table and grabbed my shoulders as if he needed help fucking me deeper and harder - and then he came deep inside me in 5-6 hard thrusts while he yelled and panted like mad. After the convulsions subsided, he collapsed on top of me onto the table and we lay there for a couple of minutes until his cock fell out and I lowered my, by now sore, legs - we were both sweaty and smelled of sex and I just enjoyed the feeling of his hairy chest against my smooth but cumsoaked one and the sound of him catching his breath again. After a hot shower, which we took together, I left the house but not before Henning and I had agreed that this should definitely not be the last time. After that Sunday morning, Henning and I got together whenever we knew Søren wouldn't be in the house and fucked like rabbits and this continued for the duration of my 3 years in high school. I never tried anything with Søren - at school and anywhere else I was still in the closet - so I never learned if he was up for anything. Now, many years later, I sometimes wonder if father and son had something going as well. The thought of me being gangbanged by father and son was - and still is - the source of some rather hot masturbation sessions.