Date: Thu, 06 May 1999 09:45:29 PDT From: Bill Drake Subject: Parents Weekend part 4 "Parents Weekend" (4/?) (m/m, inc, coll) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) An episodic series portraying sexual relations between family members. If such material offends you or is inappropriate for your age, do not read. Friday Afternoon Dave was once again having a hard time keeping his dick down. Next to him on the plane was one hot looking guy, probably about late 20s, with one studly body and a big package packed into the crotch of his jeans. It wasn't long before they struck up a conversation. The guy, Keith, had a thick Southern accent, which turned Dave on even more. Keith was from Austin but travelled between New York, Chicago and DC all the time for business. The two didn't have that much in common, but both were good enough conversationalists to enjoy each others company on the plane ride. Only Keith's friendliness was starting to get to Dave. He couldn't help but fantasize about sucking the guy off or shooting a load onto his cute face. When Keith got up to go to the lavatory, Dave would take in the sight of Keith's firm ass fitted into the tight faded jeans. Or when he returned, the bulge of his crotch. Finally the two men got off the plane. Keith bid good bye to Dave. Dave had carry-on bags in both hands, so Keith stuck his business card in Dave's shirt pocket. A minute later, as he was waiting at the bagggage claim, he pulled out the card. He turned it over and on the back was written, "If you need some tight ass for the big dick of yours, I'm at the Hilton, room 218. Keith." Dave smiled... Mike greeted him at the airport. Maybe he was horny from the plane ride, but Dave couldn't help but notice how hot his son was. It wasn't that he was wearing anything special, just a college sweatshirt and some loose-fiting jeans, but the effect was intoxicating. When the two men hugged in the terminal, Dave could feel his heart pound as he felt the muscle mass beneath the thick cotton material his son's clothes. He hated himself for these thoughts Couldn't he just give his son a hug without wanting to jump him? It didn't help that his suitpants would show off any oncoming boner. Fortunately, Dave was able to collect himself and control his lewd thoughts as Mike walked him to the baggage claim and talking mile a minute about all he'd planned for the weekend. Dave made a mental note that his son was excited to see him and resolved he should be more in touch of a father than he had been these last two years. *** Friday Evening It was late before Dave and Mike got back to the hotel. The two men were already drunk from their barhopping and were laughing in good spirits as they walked into Dave's room. Neither wanted to sleep just yet, so Dave suggested another drink. The two stayed up another hour, drinking vodka from the bottle and chatting about college life. When it was time to hit the hay, Dave told Mike he should sleep there instead of wandering back across the city to his dorm. There was only one bed, a king, but that was spacious enough for the two men. The two men got ready for bed, stripping down to their boxers. Dave couldn't believe how amazing his son's body was. He'd had quite a build before going to college, but a couple of years had done wonders on his athletic frame. He climbed in under the covers before he got fully hard. The alcohol was starting to get to him, making his senses reel. When Mike crawled in next to him, he was lost. He was torn by his lust, his drunkenness, his need for sleep. Finally, after barely being able to say good night to his son, the latter won out. About an hour later, Dave woke up. He swore he felt someone touching him. He swore Mike was touching him. Gently, and just a hand against his back, but he felt it nonetheless. Here he was in bed nearly naked with his hunky son, and his son had touched his bare back. His dick shot up immediately. He no longer felt it now, but now he lie hard and wide awake. He had to feel that again. But what if Mike woke up? Cautiously, Dave backed up a little bit, putting the muscles in his back in direct contact again with Mike's outstretched hand. God, the feeling was incredible, but Dave was as nervous as he was horny. He worried. Fortunately, the hand didn't pull away or even move. Dave lay in dead stillness as he felt the stationary warmth of the hand pressed lightly against this back. Then he felt it, a motion. Tentative at first, but there. The hand then began to trace along the contours of Dave's taut muscles, along the lats, then up to feel the delts and shoulders. Dave couldn't believe it. Mike may be pretending to sleep, but this was no accident. His son was feeling him up. Dave wanted to encourage Mike but not startle him. He decided to move his leg slowly and casually back so that it rubbed with Mike's calves. Mike's hand stopped immediately, but after Dave's calf rubbed against his some more, picked up where it left off. Dave then pushed his ass back against Mike's crotch. He could feel a boner poking against the material of the two men's boxers. By now, Mike's muscular arms were wrapped around his father and were feeling Dave's chest muscles and round biceps. Finally, after a minute of this position, Dave could take no more. He turned around and met his son in a deep embrace and soulful kiss. Mike's body was feverishly hot, and felt wonderfully powerful to his father, who began to explore every muscle of his hot son's torso. Their tongues fought against each other and would occasionally lick the inside of each other's mouth. Their torsos writhed as cock ground against cock. Mike pulled at the waist band of his father's boxers and slid down the material. One very large cock was exposed and free to rub against Mike's crotch and abdomen. Dave had his hands down the seat of his son's underwear, feeling and kneading the melon-shaped cheeks and pushing his son's cotton-covered erection into his own naked hardon. "Oh, Dad," Mike said, saying the first word. He gnawed and licked at the cords of muscle in his father's thick neck. The stubble tickled his nose. "Oh son, I want you. Want you bad." Dave moved his hands to the side of Mike's bozers and with all his strength pulled at the waist band. Slowly, the material ripped, and the boxers split in two. With one hand, Dave grabbed his son's burning hot hardon, with the other felt behind along the cleft of his taut ass. The two men were trading saliva now, barely able to get enough of each other's mouth and body. It was like the dam had been broken and the flood of forbidden lust was unleashed. They were thrusting hard into each other's groins. Their hips pumped away in a desperate desire to work cocks up into spurting their froth. "God, Dad, you have such a big dick. Oh God, I could feel you cum against me. Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum. Dad, I love you.....fuck!!" Dave was too worked up to speak, but when he came down from the most incredible orgasm in his life, he met his son in another kiss and said, "Love you too son." *** Saturday morning Eric slept in pretty late. Exhausted from his session with Coach Powers, he'd spent the Friday night home alone. He was glad to have the house to himself. He raided the fridge for some beer, then went through his dad's not too hidden porn collection for some evening entertainment. He picked one tape that had three baseball players on the cover. Eric was still having a hard time reconciling what he'd just discovered about his dad's sexuality. Images of his dad leaning over getting plowed by Al flashed through his mind. They bothered him and still puzzled him. But his dick was undeniably hard. Al wasn't a bad looking guy, and Eric wondered how he compared to the 20-yr-old's body. He'd been working out a lot lately and was beginning to really see some muscle on his teenage body, but still, he was a ways away from the stud body of Al or his brother for that matter. Eric popped in the porn tape and started stroking his cock to the image of a locker room fourway on screen. He kept thinking of how sexy Al was and Al's big dick as it plugged into his father's butt. He imagined what it would be like to fuck his father. The man was so big and masculine. He imagined his butch father begiging his son to fuck him hard up the ass, like Al did. And he shot eight ropes of pearly white cum onto his naked, muscled teenage torso. But that was last night. This morning Eric was hard and horny as ever. He got out of bed and stretched his naked body in the morning sun that streamed through the window. We went over to the mirror and took a look. He wasn't that bad looking, he thought. The workouts had been paying off. His body was looking more and more adult each day, and the mass of his muscles looked really sexy with his baby-smooth skin. His erection pointed up toward its mirror reflection. Eric rubbed the tip against the cold glass surface. He could see the trail of clear slime on the mirror. Eric wanted to fuck a real man, though, not his reflection. He picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello Coach....well, yeah, I couldn't wait...No, he's gone for the weekend.... Yeah, come on over.' It wasn't long before Bill Powers was ringing the doorbell of the Peterson residence. The coach liked fucking his players but it really got him hot when he was able to do it with one at his home. The very forbidden nature made it that much more alluring. Eric opened the door to see his dream hunk and first fuck-buddy standing there unshaven and unshowered. He wore a baseball cap over his bed hair and stubble was approaching the beginnings of a light beard. The sweats didn't do much to hide the man's muscles or the club growing between his legs. "Hey man," Bill said, "I came right over." The two men locked in a kiss as Bill entered Eric's home. Eric reached down and groped the hard prick through the cotton of the sweats. "Looks like you're ready to fuck some teenage ass," he taunted. He got down and his knees and started sucking the prick through the fabric. he loved feeling the staff grow more rigid as mouth licked and gnawed at the lump. Without warning, Eric slid the sweats down and swallowed the erect cock, first in increments, then down to the base. Soon, Coach's wiry pubic hairs were tickling his lips. Bill was amazed how in-charge the kid was. Not that he hadn't found other willing young men to service him. Only Eric seemed totally into it, as if he were in love with the older man. This could have gone on indefinitely, Eric was so into sucking his coach's big cock, but Bill had other plans. "Hey stud," he said, lifting Eric up to his feet, "Let's take this into the other room." Eric starts to lead him to his room, but Bill grabs his arm and stops him in the hallway. The bigger man pulls Eric to him and thrusts his tongue down Eric's eager throat. The two men have erections leaking as they rub gently against each other. "Not here," Bill says. "Your father's bed." The thought of doing it in his dad's bed would not have occurred to Eric, but his cock was hard and dripping at the idea. He broke into a smile, "You horny pervert." When they got to his father's room, Powers pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his chest. He pushed his hard dick down and Eric resumed his expert suck job. Bill pulled out his huge cock and rested his balls on Eric's lapping tongue. He turned around into a 69 position and lifted up Eric's baseball-jock thighs. "Oh fuck, eat my ass. God, never felt anything like this, coach..." Bill went back to work, but then thought a change of position would do both studs better. He got off Eric and repositioned Eric on all fours, his ass sticking up in the air. Coach lowered his unshaven chin back into the crevice of the young athlete's asscrack. He licked at the tender folds of Eric's tightened asshole. He loved the taste of young jock butt. It was the full growth of stubble grinding against his tender ass that was driving Eric wild. He wanted to grab his dick and jack a huge load out of it right then and there, but self-control stopped him. Self control and the knowledge that pretty soon, Bill would be pushing his ten-inch cock deep into his ass. Slowly, the hole stretched open to accommodate the mammoth prick. It still hurt a little whenever Bill first shoved it in, but it was nothing like the first time, when Coach had busted his cherry. Now the pain soon gave way to unrestrained pleasure as that cock found crevices of his ass he didn't know exist. His face was now in the pillow as Bill pounded him from behind, holding his hips for leverage. He could smell his father in the fabric. He wondered Al had screwed his father in this very bed, in the very position Eric was in now. "Oh, fuck, kid, nice tight ass." Bill hissed behind him. He imagined it was his father's voice as he mounted Al "Yeah, feels great on my big dick."