Date: Sun, 28 Mar 1999 06:11:28 PST
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Parent's Weekend (mm, coll, inc)

"Parents Weekend" (m/m, inc, coll)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

Another episodic series, this time portraying sexual relations between 
family members. If such material offends you or is inappropriate for your 
age, do not read. Otherwise, send comments to billdrake@hotmail.com. 
Enjoy.


Saturday Morning

Dave Peterson woke up with one hell of an erection. He'd gone out with a 
couple of colleagues from work the night before. He worked as a lawyer in 
a respectable enough firm downtown, and Friday night in the bar had 
become a bit of a ritual for the other men (and two women) in his office 
to let off steam. Dave normally didn't stay until the end but last night 
there was one very hot college intern, Jim Stansell, to keep his interest 
until closing time. 

Jim was everything Dave could want in a guy: hard, hot and (he would 
discover) hung. A 21-year old from the state university, he stood about 6 
feet tall, with a crew team physique: knotty neck, shoulder and upper arm 
muscles; smooth, strong pecs and biceps. And with his slightly wavy light 
brown hair and jock-like smile (which seemed oddly sexier with Jim 
wearing his "adult"-looking work suits), Dave's prick was hard and 
leaking the whole night in his dress trousers. When Jim accepted a ride 
home (the home turned to be Dave's), he thought he'd cum right then. When 
they got to Dave's place, Dave gave him a ride of another kind.

Dave wasn't gay, not openly at least. He had married and had a couple of
sons, Mike and Eric, one who was now in college, the other in high school.
He'd kept up appearances for the sake of the family. His wife Emily had
divorced him long ago, fed up with Dave's lack of affection and sex; even
she didn't know the source for it.

So Dave found pleasure in one-night-stands and the occasional hunk who'd 
agree to sex on a regular basis -- fuck buddies -- but no boyfriends. Not 
that he had trouble finding either. He was just 45 and exercised 
regularly, keeping his buff body in perfect condition. 

"Hell," he thought to himself as he ran his hand smoothly up his firm 
chest then down his tight abs, "What right-minded man would turn down a 
body like this?" A large tubular piece of fuckflesh stood at attention, 
awaiting his self-exploring hand. Dave released an audible sigh when his 
fist started its work on his manmeat. He tensed at the initial pleasure 
and closed his eyes. God, he thought, that Jim was one hot fuck. He 
thought about how the young man's ankles sank into his ass like talons as 
he fucked the living crap out of the asshole below him. Or the sweat on 
Jim's cute jock face. Or the gargantuan dick he held onto during his 
pile-drive assfuck. 

Dave opened his eyes and looked down. The sun streaked in through the 
window, making his blonde pubic hairs glow bright yellow. His biceps 
flexed into thick balls of muscle and the striations showed through on 
his forearm as he fisted his steel-hard cock (not huge, but a good 8 
inches in length, with a nearly perfectly cylindrical shape).

A noise woke him out of this narcissistic reverie. It was Jim, who was 
beginning to toss, though still asleep. Dave reflected how great this 
hunk looked, even more so than last night. The collegiate's backside was 
turned toward him, showing off that magnificent back and round, muscular 
ass. Dave's cock gave a little spurt of precum, which his pistoning fist 
immediately worked back into the sensitive flesh. He had to have this 
stud sleeping next to him right then.

Dave knew the plowing he'd given last night would mean there'd be no need 
for any preliminaries. He just rolled over on his side, primed his cock a 
couple of times, and pushed in. Instantly the young man's assring gave 
way and his prick sunk deep into his guts. Jim awakened with a low 
guttural noise, combination moan and swallow. The older man rested just a 
half second, then resumed his in and out thrust into the sexiest fellow 
he'd mounted in the longest time. He loved the feel of Jim's hard buns as 
they bucked back against the invading prick, the heat radiating off of 
Jim's sinewy back, the exclamations and raunch talk coming out of the 
young stud's mouth. 

"Yeah, fuck me harder, Dave. ...Use my fucking jock hole, make me feel 
your dick head pounding my inside....... Treat my asshole like it was 
your ex-wife's pussy...... Fuck me like you want to fuck your son's 
ass...." Dave reached around and rubbed Jim's torso and found his rock of 
a cock. He wondered if this was what fucking his son would feel like. 
Mike, after all was only a year younger than and an athlete of similar 
height and build. He knew he shouldn't be thinking like that, but the 
very image of his son with his football player ass up in the air sent him 
into orgasm.

"Yeah, you like the idea, don't you big man? You like being the daddy 
fucking his son's horny hole? Yeah, you're coming, shooting hard into 
your son's jock ass? Come on dad, cum in me. Fuck."

Dave shot so much the sperm oozed back out Jim's well-worn hole at every 
piston in of the throbbing man cock. Dave had shot what felt like a 
gallon and was spent but had a hard time stopping his full-on fuck of 
this perfect boy.

Jim was glad the hunk didn't stop or even slow down. The thrusting prick 
was working wonders on his prostate and with Dave's hand still sliding up 
and down on his cock as if on autopilot sent waves of ecstasy through his 
body. Rope after pearly white rope shot out over the bed over to land on 
the dresser and mirror. "Yeah, dad, fuck the cum out of your boy. Oh man, 
you're so hot dad....."

When Dave felt the slick warm ass tighten up around his cock, he knew he 
was gone too. Just minutes after his first orgasm, he fucked his second 
manload up Jim's well-used ass.

The two took a minute to catch their breath, while Dave still ran his 
semi-erect cock in and out of Jim's cum-soaked bowels.

Dave broke the silence. "How did you know I wanted to fuck my son?"

"I didn't. I just have a fantasy of doing my father. I guess that's why I 
wanted you to fuck me. You remind me a lot of him."

The thought of this guy having a stud father, maybe with a dick as big as 
Jim's, fucking his son leisurely on the sofa, kept Dave's dick hard. He 
was contemplating giving the fucker another reaming when the phone rang.

***

Later Saturday Morning

"Hey dad, how are ya?.... Did I wake you? I  thought you were always up 
early.... I can call back...... Nothing too much happening here. I wanted 
to check on your plans for next weekend. You're still coming to DC?... 
Great.. I can get you a motel room...  No, trust me, just leave it to 
me... Yep.... All right, talk to you then.... Love you."

Mike hung up the phone. "Oh fuck, yeah, that's it... OHH!" All throughout 
the phone conversation with his father, Mike had been getting an expert 
blowjob from this soccer player he'd screwed last night. The whole time 
he'd been making plans for his father's visit, the dirty-blond hunk 
between his thighs was licking up and down the side of his sensitive, 
drooling shaft. Mike had to do his best from cumming right then, from 
yelling in orgasmic bliss over the phone. It wasn't merely the warm mouth 
and skilled sucking action on his prick, and it wasn't merely the sight 
of this hot athlete, with a compact build and legs to kill for, twisting 
his head up and down on and off Mike's eight incher. No, it was the sound 
of his father's voice-- deep, masculine, sexy. Yes, Mike's father was the 
sexiest man he could imagine. He hated having thoughts like that and 
usually blocked them out, but when this guy began giving a morning 
blowjob in the middle of his Saturday call to his father, well his 
imagination went ballistic with lust. By now, he was so worked up and 
horny, he kept imagine fooling around with his father, fantasizing about 
every possible position and sexual act with his old man. He looked down 
and saw his jock-trick's hardened dick waving up and down. It was just a 
second more before Mike's quarterback prick unloaded into the other 
hunk's eager, thirsty mouth. 

***
 
Monday

Eric was staying late in the weight room tonight. He was determined to 
build his young athlete muscles more. His coach and teammates just 
thought he was bulking up for the upcoming fall season and admired his 
dedication. For Eric, though, it wasn't primarily for his football 
prowess. Muscles turned him on. He wanted to be big and bulky. He was 
particularly jealous, who four years older than him and in college, 
already had a man's build and was as rugged and studly as any 30 year old 
Eric had seen. His brother's recent visit home from school in fact had 
given Eric a renewed determination to build his own stud-muscles up. Damn 
near gave him a hardon too, but Eric wasn't aware enough of his desire to 
admit such a thing to himself. When jacking off, he'd just concentrate on 
Coach Powers, his teammates or maybe Al, the college boy Dad had hired 
to take care of the lawn, anyone to keep his mind of his hard-bodied 
brother.

He squeezed out one last rep on the bench press and put the weights back 
on the rack. It was now five o' clock and all the other guys on the team 
had left, already done with their workouts. He stripped off everything 
but his jock strap and stopped in front of the full-length mirror in the 
hallway leading to the locker room. He stared at his own physique, 
admiring the man muscle he was. Absent-mindedly, he began caressing his 
flushed pectoral muscles, rubbing the patch of light brown hair that 
sprouted around his quarter-sized nipples. He imagined his brother's 
massive chest. His own still had a ways to go, but it wasn't too shabby 
for an eighteen-year old, even compared to the other jocks in his school,

Eric then looked down the pouch of his jockstrap. It was bulging with the 
beginnings of a hardon. The thing about having a big dick was that 
anytime Eric got horny, and that was all the time, it showed. Hell, he 
better just get on and shower before Coach or somebody walked in. 

He heard water running as he pulled off his stretched jockstrap and let 
his semi-erect cock free into the cool lockerroom air. He willed down his 
prick as best he could, but even hanging down, it stretched a good six or 
seven inches. Oh well, the fellows had seen it longer before.  Some days 
after practice he could barely contain a full-out boner while he showered 
with the other stud hunks.

Today though there was only one person in the shower room, Coach. Eric 
figured all the other guys had left. He made his way to a nozzle two down 
from the man, close enough to check out his body without being too close. 
Damn, he thought, Coach does have one fine butt, two round, solid mounds 
or muscle that tightened up when he shifted positions under the water. 
Not that the rest of the man's body was lacking in any way. He was 
typical high-school coach all the way (the built, attractive kind at 
least), about 35, with his beefy upper body crowned by an amazing set of 
biceps bigger round than coconuts. His legs were practical tree trunks.

Eric couldn't help but get hard watching the magnificent sight. He 
noticed how Coach would look over at him and glance at his lengthening 
cock. Coach said nothing, just grinned and lathered his own cock and 
balls in deliberate motion.

Was Coach getting off on Eric's hardon? The very thought sent shiver's 
through Eric's young jock body and shot his prick up to full erection.

Powers was now in full glory, towering a thick ten inches above his fat 
balls. Slowly his hand reached and started jacking the staff until it 
throbbed with each of the coach's nervous, horny heartbeats. "Peterson, 
mind helping your coach in a time of need?"

Eric couldn't resist. He reached out and felt the quivering mast of 
prickflesh. Tentatively at first, then grabbing it roughly and jacking 
the staff back and forth under the flow of the shower spray. "Fuck, 
that's it, my man. Keep on jerking that cock. You know how to make your 
coach feel real good." Coach began soaping up his staff and his balls to 
give a little more lubrication on the young athlete's rough hands.  
Eric's hands were getting him close. "Man," he hissed, "I would love to 
fuck that bubble butt of yours but if you keep that up, I'm going to 
shoot pretty soon."

Eric was shocked. He knew for some time that guys turned him on and he'd 
done plenty of fantasizing about his brother and other men, but never had 
he imagined that two men could fuck. But he looked at the dick in his 
hand. The coach had one large cock. It would take two of his hands to 
cover the length, and the thickness wasn't shabby either. Eric was sure 
that dickmeat this big would split his ass in two, but it made him so 
horny just to be holding his coach's massive boner that he felt on the 
edge of cumming himself and he thought it wouldn't be so bad to die with 
a prick like that up one's ass.

"Shit!" the coach screamed and volley after volley of thick, hot sperm 
flew from the flared head of his prick.

Coach's orgasm had scarcely subsided when the older man grabbed Eric's 
young prick and in a couple of short jerks, launched a missile of jism 
straight at his own crotch. The jock's face revealed nothing but 
pleasure.

After the two men cleaned up and got dressed, Bill (the coach's name) 
drove his young pupil home. They arranged to get together again Thursday 
night, a night off from practice. "In the meanwhile," said Bill as the 
car pulled up in Eric's driveway" come tomorrow to my office fifth 
period. Give your teacher this note. You won't be disappointed." Coach 
squeezed Eric's crotch and the young jock got out of the car.

****

Tuesday

Mike could concentrate all through his political science class. He sat
behind his frat brother and best friend Joe sat in front of him. Mike had
spent the good half of the morning slowly fucking his football-player dick
in and out of Joe's horny butt. He'd had the guy screaming Mike's name and
shooting his load three times before Mike finally coated the hot, wet
asswalls with his jock juices.

Mike regularly dicked guys around campus and fucked some of the hottest
ass. but Joe was one pretty sexy guy himself. Medium-ish height, at 5'10",
Joe packed a full frame of lean jock muscle. He wrestled on the varsity
team, so he didn't have much bulk that wasn't sheer power. Mike
particularly got off on the shield of muscle that was Joe's torso. He loved
fucking the stud from behind and rubbing his hands along the massive man
pecs and the ripped, platelike abs. That a good-sized rod jutted out from
Joe's black pubes was a bonus for Mike.

He looked now at Joe, at the cut of shorts and the muscular thighs and
calves all covered in curly black hair. He examined the delt and lat
muscles he knew so well from their many fucks. He knew Joe well enough to
know the guy was horny all the time and no doubt had a big old boner right
now. Mike couldn't wait til class was over, so he could slide his cock back
into that hungry jock ass where it belonged.

But what made his dick super hard this afternoon was not Joe's firm ass or
gorgeous back. It was the man in the front of the room, Carl Mitchell. Mike
had had a thing for Professor Mitchell from the first day of class. The guy
obviously worked out a good bit, because he had a hunky butch body that
showed even through the sports coat, dress shirt and slacks he always
wore. He must have been about 40, though his youngish looks and in-shape
bod made him look closed to 33. The combination of his teacher's
masculinity and refined and dignified manner kept Mike hard all semester.

Today he watched intently as the professor delivered his lecture. As usual,
Mike gazed at the man's round butt when he turned to the chalkboard. As
usual, he stared at the bulge in Prof. Mitchell's crotch. As usual he
studied the freshly shaved skin and deep dimples on his face.

Something wasn't usual, though. Normally, Mitchell fixed his gaze at some
hypothetical point in the lecture hall or else looked from student to
student. Today he seemed to be staring directly at Mike, looking right into
his eyes, almost right through him.

Mike gulped. Why is he staring at my, he wondered. It did give him a chance
to check out those green-blue eyes, but there was something uncomfortable
about it. Did the other students notice? Mike looked around, but all was
normal, the students were listening, staring straight ahead and taking
notes. When he looked back front he swore he saw the hint of a smile on his
professor's face.

It seemed the class period would never end. Mitchell did turn away to look
at others in the hall or toward the board, but always he'd return to a
direct stare at Mike.

Finally, it was ten til two, and the students were filing out. Mike walked
right behind Joe. At least he could now relieve some of his built up wad up
Joe's ass.

"Wait a minute, there, Peterson," the professor said.  "If you have a
minute, now, I need to see you."

Mike stopped and turned to face his teacher. God! the man was one sexy
fucker. Only now he was worried. Why did Mitchell want to see him anyway?
He replied, "Sure, Professor Mitchell. I don't have a class now."

"Good," the man said while gathering up his books and briefcase. "Let's go
to my office."

"Is anything wrong with my performance in the class?" Mike asked as the two
were walking to Micthell's office.

"Not really, Mike," the professor said in a reassuring, almost fatherly
voice. "Don't worry, it's not that serious. I just want to talk about your
last paper. It was a little disappointing and not up to the other
assignments you've turned in."

Mike was relieved but still a little nervous. It was almost like a
schoolgirl crush (there was nothing schoolgirl about Mike's jackoff
fantasies involving Prof. Mitchell, however): here he was worried about
disappointing his hunky teacher.

The two get to the professor's office and Mitchell shows Mike the way
in. Barely has Carl Mitchell shut the door than he's on top of Mike,
pushing him back against the wall and grabbing his wrists in his strong
hands.

"OK, stud, I've seen your horny jock eyes over me all semester. It's time
we stop the games and you admit how much you want my dick."

Mike was at first worried. Worried that Mitchell was mad, insane or maybe
playing a joke. The erection in his dress pants as he thrust into Mike's
crotch wasn't a joke. Here was his stud teacher with a hardon for him!

Mike responded by licking up Carl's chin, along the professor's open lips,
and finally locking mouths with him in a deep man-to-man kiss. Carl's hands
were under Mike's T-shirt, caressing and kneading Mike's large chest and
lat muscles. Soon, one hand was reaching under the waist of Mike's jeans
and finding no underwear, began rubbing the smooth skin of Mike's ass
cheeks.

"Yeah, stud," Carl said half pulling away from a French kiss. "You've been
aching for my meat all semester, haven't you?"

"Oh yes," Mike purred, wanting the man to take charge and take him
completely. Already, his jeans were down on the floor and Carl's dick was
hard and free from the confines of his pants. The two men embraced again
and the man's big dick slipped smoothly between Mike's twenty-year-old
thighs.

"So how do you want it?" Carl asked. "Front or behind?"

Mike was majorly hard now. He wanted real bad to get fucked, fucked by this
magnificent specimen of a man in front of him. No amount of fucking he did
got rid of the need for a real man's dick up his near-virginal asshole.
"From behind," he replied.

The two men didn't even bother getting rid of all their clothes. The desire
of teacher for his student's hot ass was too much. He spit on his own
nine-inch cock to wetten it pretty good. He rubbed it around Mike's tight
quarterback hole a bit and when Mike was gasping and begging to pounded
good, slid the pole slowly but deeply inside.

It burt like hell at first and Mike couldn't do anything but clench his
teeth as that cock tore him a new ass. But the moment he thought the pain
would be unbearable, Carl started rubbing Mike's chest, and Mike felt his
rectum relax and the fucking become smoother. "Jesus," he moaned. "Fuck me,
man." His ass pulled and pushed on the pistoning cock. He wanted more of
it, wanted it rubbing against his throbbing prostate.

"Yeah, jock slut," Carl hissed. "You want this teacher cock pretty
bad. I've seen you staring at my meat all term. I should have taken you in
here and fucked you that first day of class. Fucked you til you emptied
your horny fratboy nuts. But I wanted you real hot for it. Wanted you to
jack off at night thinking about how much you wanted my dick. You did that,
didn't you?"

Mike couldn't believe how on the nose this fucker was. "Oh yeah, I did."

Carl grunted and shoved his dick further up Mike's ass. "Tell me about it,
stud." He was getting close. He had to slow down a bit or he'd blow.

"Well, it's after a game. We're in the locker room and you come in to
congratulate me on our win. I can't help it but my dick is getting harder.
I'm just standing there naked in front of you, around all these butt-naked
guys and I'm pulling a boner right in front of my teacher."

Carl is sliding in and out real slow now, trying to savor the smoothness of
Mike's rectum without blowing his nut. "Yeah, go on, stud."

"Well, you just pull down your zipper and pull out your big dick. And
before I know it I'm on my knees sucking your cock in my mouth. The guys on
the team are all watching and cheering me on, but I don't care. I just want
your cock and your sperm in me. You come in my mouth and tell me to lie on
the bench. Then you sit on my face and I start licking you ass, it's
oh....oh, fuck..."

Mike's cum flew out of his dick and landed in long white ropes on the gray
carpet. At that moment, Carl was depositing a quart of boiling hot cum up
his new jock-fuck's ass.

Mike didn't want Carl to take his dick out, it felt so good. But the
inevitable came, and when the head popped free from Mike's clenching
assring, a dribble of cum mixed with juices from the jock's ass followed.

"Now about that paper," Carl said, "You just keep letting me fuck your
sweet ass, and I'll pretend you never turned in that piece of shit. Deal?"

Mike had to laugh. For him getting his professor's hard cock was reward
enough. "Deal," he said.....

At last Mike walked into Joe's room. The frat brother was naked and hard,
and was jacking off slowly to a steamy porn video. Quickly, he stripped off
his T-shirt and jeans and joined Joe on the bed. "Hell, man, I just had the
hottest sex. You won't believe...."  After Mike told Joe about his session
with the teacher, the two proceeded to relive the hot pairing. But only
after Joe nestled his mouth at Mike's still loosened hole and had a
sampling of the warm cream deposited there.

****

Wednesday

The coach was in a hurry today. After practice, the two men showered like
last time, each soaping their hardons into fine form. Eric couldn't believe
all the hot sex he'd had and seen in the last two days. Not only did he
discover that Coach Powers was into man-on-man sex, he'd watched yesterday
as two of the studliest guys on the team, Kyle Martin and Rich Barris, take
their turns sucking on Coach's massive shaft. Powers has ten inches of
thick meat, with a big round head, so Eric was shocked when he saw Coach
lift up Kyle's meaty thighs and shove his prick up the player's upturned
ass. I was really hot watching this, and Rich and I started exploring each
other's jock bodies and working over the other's prick with our mouths. It
didn't take any of us long to lose our loads.

And today Couch spent the third period swallowing all of our cocks, one
after the other.

So this afternoon Coach was clearly spent from all the fucking activity of
the week. It still didn't keep his dick from getting hard and grinding
against my own hardon. We took it slow, today, kissing slowly,
passionately, in the shower. Knowing that this is where all the team's
hunks undressed and showered and knowing that it was my super-masculine
coach who I was messing around with excited Eric.

"Turn around," the coach ordered softly. Eric complied and was expecting
the worst. He knew Coach was going to bust his cherry ass with that big
fucker and it frightened him. Not that he didn't want to make Coach feel
real good, but there wasn't any way he could take something that large up
him.

Coach took some lube out of a bottle he brought, and coated his pole.
Leaning back into Eric's young athletic frame, he rubbed the prick up and
down the smooth jockcrack. God his players had suck meaty asses.

Eric leaned against the shower wall and enjoyed the pleasure washing over
him as Coach's dick ran up and down his crack and brushed against his tight
ass hole. What Couch did next surprised him.

"Legs together," Powers told him, guiding the athlete's legs with his hand.
Eric complied and then felt the coach's big meat push its way through the
taut space between his thighs. The coach's massive arms reached around
Eric, pulling the athlete tight against his own frame as he thrust his dick
repeatedly between the eighteen-year-old's legs.

For Eric, the sensation of getting his balls massaged by the large cock was
heavenly. He looked down and could see the head and a long length of the
shaft appear on the underside of his own hard cock.

By now Coach was fucking pretty hard, slamming his pubes against Eric's
taut butt cheeks. He reached down and grabbed Eric's extended cock and with
a few short jerks, the teen's dick shot volley after volley of white jism
onto the tile. Eric reached down and rubbed his hand on the wet dick head
pusing in and out between his thighs. That's all coach needed and with a
gutteral cry, he coated Eric's hand....


Eric was buttoning his shirt when Coach came up behind him and grabbed him
in a mock-wrestling hold. "You're one sexy guy, you know that Peterson?"
Eric looked up into Coach Powers' face. The stubble was evident, and the
still wet hair was tousled.

"Man, Coach, you're the greatest."

The two men joined in a heated kiss. It was getting time when they had to
leave.

The coach pulled away. "I want that ass of your next time, boy. Would you
like that?" he asked softly.

Eric was still nervous about the idea of getting fucked, but he wanted to
explore man-sex in every aspect and knew he couldn't think of a better man
to take his virginity than his coach. "Yeah, coach, I would."


***

Thursday

Dave fisted his cock at furious pace. He had already fucked Jim the office
intern twice today -- hell, he'd even given the poor guy a rough face fuck
in the men's lavatory -- but somehow he was still horny. As he walked in
the door, he began thinking of the best way to shoot his load off. He could
pop in a porno and whip a good one before Eric came home. Or he could call
up one of his fuck buddies. There was always John, the guy he'd met in the
sauna of his gym. They hadn't gotten together other than the few times they
were at the gym (the fear of getting caught turned them on), but they had
exchanged numbers, and well, Dave couldn't remember anyone who gave better
head than this guy. With new resolve and an aching hardon, he went straight
to the kitchen telephone.

It was then that he saw Al out in the backyard. The afternoon was slightly
warm and the gardener had taken his shirt off. The guy was a sight to
behold; lithe body with firm biceps, bulging pecs and a washboard stomach,
he could have come straight out of an Abercrombie and Fitch ad. Dave could
feel his dick get even more rigid; he had a thing for these college boys
who seemed to be all around him these days, maybe because they reminded him
of Mike. Al's faded jeans were riding low on his waist and Dave could just
barely see where the treasure trail of black hair was starting to fan out
into the patch of pubic bush. God, Dave was so horny, we wanted nothing
more than to come right then and there. He expected that his son would be
home soon anyhow and it would be hard to explain why his old man was
standing by the kitchen window stroking his hardon like the world was going
to end tomorrow. So as much as he wanted to savor the sight of Al working
away outside, Dave resolved just to drop his load right then and there.

Only he couldn't. Al was at that moment heading back to the house. Dave
scrambled to put some jeans on at least before the doorknob twisted and Al
walked in. "Oh, good evening, Mr. Peterson, how are you, sir?" Dave's
hardon throbbed in the tight jeans. The college stud in front of him was
too much, with his tousled black hair and the layer of sweat dripping off
his bulging pecs.

"I'm doing fine, Al. Good work on the yard. Can I get you a drink. How
about a beer?"

"Yeah, that'd be great." While Dave leaned into the refrigerator he could
feel Al approach, the heat radiating off his chest. When he looked up, the
younger man was wiping the sweat off his brow. Dave was transfixed with the
stud's flexing arm and solid torso. He could see the wet underarm. Al took
the beer and had a long swig from the bottle. When he brought his arm down,
Dave could see the look of lust in the young stud's eyes. Dave realized
that for all the lust he felt for Al and hot young guys like him, his body
was a sight to behold. He kept it up with regular exercise and was pleased
when younger fellows would look his way.

But now he was beyond pleased. He and Al just stood in the kitchen facing
each other, and the sexual tension was incredible. Both guys just stared
into each others' eyes, occasionally looking down at the hardons barely
hidden by the strained jeans. At last, Dave threw caution to the wind and
stepped up to Al. He began running his hands all over the sweaty chest,
feeling the taut muscle beneath the smooth skin.

Al sucked in his breath and threw his head back. He was really hot for this
guy, old enough to be his father, though his own father was nowhere near as
sexy as this. No, Dave Peterson could beat any of the young studs he knew
in the looks department. His age only made his muscles harder and skin more
roughly masculine.

The cool air felt magnifient on Al's hard prick as it broke free of the
confines of his jeans, but not as magnificent as Dave's wet mouth as it
enveloped the length of the shaft. Dave would suck him with abandon, build
him up right to the point of cumming, then slow down. Al was glad he didn't
have anywhere to go that afternoon. He wanted this to last a long time....


A couple of hours later, Al and his employer took a shower. The men kissed
slowly -- lustily -- even though every last drop of cum had been drained
from their nuts and their dicks pressed soft against one another. Dave felt
all along his bathing partner's taut, hard arm muscles, down to his knotty
hands, and up again. Al caressed his new lover's back.

Finally, as the water turned from hot to warm, the two broke their kiss.
"That was hot. Do you think I'll have another chance to fuck that fine ass
of yours?" asked Dave. "Hell yeah. Just name the time. I'm a pretty horny
guy most of the time."

Dave wrapped a towel around his waist while Al pulled on his jeans once
more.

 "Thanks, Mr. Peterson." Al said as he walked out the door, "I'll see you
next week, sir, And say hello to Mike for me."

Mike! Dave thought of his hot son. He wondered how well Al knew Mike.
They'd gone to high school together, but Al had gone to college locally,
while Mike went off to Georgetown. He imagined the two college jocks going
at it, 69-in on the sofa, licking up to each others' ass.  It took all
earthly restraint to keep Dave from pulling out his prick and whipping
another load off.

***

Thursday Night

Eric threw his athletic bag on the couch and began to walk back to the
kitchen. Something stopped him dead in his tracks. It was the sounds of
people having sex. He wouldn't have recognized the sound so immediately had
he not been so preoccupied with rutting lately. His cock was still hard as
steel just thinking about the threeway he'd witnessed yesterday between
Coach and two of the fellows on the team. Just to think how he'd fantasized
for so long about having sex with a man, a real man at that, or about
getting it on with his horny fellow jocks and now his life was playing out
even better than his fantasies.

What Eric saw as he rounded the corner of the hallway was hotter than he'd
ever fantasized about. Standing in the middle of his kitchen was a
well-built man in his early twenties, plugging away at some man's ass from
behind. He looked at the guy's firm ass clutching rhythmically as it
thrusted back and forth. The fellow's back was all sweaty, rivers of
perspiration running down the knotted mounds of hard flesh. Then he
recognized the guy as Al, the gardener.

Eric looked down and saw his hard, dripping cock out and in his hand. He
was so turned on, his body had gone on autopilot, jacking away at the long,
hard high-school prick.

The two men kept humping away as Eric stared hungrily, wanting to shoot a
wad right there in the hallway, wanting to join the two fuck studs even,
but right then the one getting fucked spoke, "Oh shit, Al, that's it. Fuck,
I'm going to come. Fuck harder. . Jesus! It was Eric's father and he was
spurting his jizz all over the kitchen floor while the family gardener
plugged his open hole.

"Me too, Mr. Peterson. Want my cum up your horny asshole? Want it?"

"Yes, fuck your jock load up my hole, you fucking stud."

Eric wanted to stay and watch. He wanted to see. He wanted to see if the
two hunks would kiss. But he was afraid that any minute they'd come to
their senses and notice him standing in the hall watching them. He quietly
fled the scene, getting into his car, and driving off to Coach Powers',
where he had a date with a ten-incher anyhow.

***

Friday

The sound of the alarm woke Eric out of a deep sleep. It seemed he'd hardly
gotten any sleep last night and he was having a hard time waking up. He
squinted his eyes and looked at the clock. Six o' clock! He usually didn't
get up til eight. He was about to go back to sleep, when he heard a groan
and felt the warm body pressing against his back. Slowly he felt a cock
deeply embedded in his ass rub his prostate. It was Coach's dick still hard
and full up Eric's tight ass. In seconds, Eric's teen prick was hard as
steel. His ass tingled with pleasure. Only last night, the Coach had him
writhing on the bed in ecstasy as his mammoth shaft plunged Eric's virgin
hole. The two fuckers were like rabbits, going at it again and again until
the early hours of morning. Bill didn't know how he managed to last that
long and keep cumming, but with Eric eager to practice his new discovery of
getting butt fucked, he knew he'd have to oblige.

This morning Bill took his time, guiding his long prick in and out of the
now-loosened ass-shute. He couldn't really say that Eric was the best fuck
of his adult years, nor even his hottest student, but he was pretty hot and
a horny fucker to boot. Even Rich and Kyle didn't beg him for fucking all
night like Eric did. And the best thing was that all his begging didn't
make the athlete less sexy. The guy was built, hard and masculine, an
impressive version of his collegiate brother (now there was one fuck-stud:
Bill remembered the few glorious weeks he spent before Mike's graduation,
the two taking turns each night fucking the other's ass).

"Shit, coach, feels awesome. Fuck harder. Hard! Fuck!" Coach shoved a
couple of inches hard, firm up Eric's guts. "Yeah, take to a fish like
water. Last night a virgin, now you're a whimpering whore." "Jesus, didn't
know having a big dick up my ass would feel so good. Fuck me! God!"

Coach knew he'd be spent for his third-period session with Rich and Kyle
today, but he didn't care. This stud was demanding it.