Date: Sat, 05 Aug 2000 23:04:34 GMT
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: New story submission: Parent's Weekend, pt. 9

ST: "Parents Weekend" ch. 9 (m/m, inc, coll, oral, anal)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

Here it is. Another episode. Thanks to all the fellas out there in
appreciation of the story and urging me to continue. Comments, story ideas,
etc. can be sent to me at billdrake@hotmail.com. I will do my best to reply
but cannot send copies of past episodes via email (they're on Nifty and
ASSGM anyway).  Otherwise, I'd love to hear from you.

WARNING: The following is gay erotic fiction depicting sex between male
relatives. If that offends or disturbs you or is inappropriate for your
age, read no further. If not, sit back, unxip, and enjoy.

*******

Saturday night

Joe had just gotten fucked silly by Russell Harrison. He always liked
taking it from the big-dicked senior. He especially liked running his
fingers through the blonde fur on Russell's meaty chest and tight abs. Or
feeling Russell's powerful ass checks as they thrust inch after inch of
hard meat up his hole. Best of all was that Russell was always
horny. Anytime he got hard, he'd knock on the door of one of his frat
brothers and fuckbuddies and the two would get down to a full-on fuck
without wasting time.

Joe washed off the layers of cum and sweat from his body. A shower always
felt great after a good, hard fuck. As much as he hated to, he finished
up. He had just started to dry himself off when the doorbell rang.  When it
rang the second time, Joe knew none of the other brothers would bother to
answer it, so he wrapped his towel around his waist and went to open the
door.

Before him stood Carl Mitchell. He looked pretty much the same as in class,
and he was dressed in a plaid-checked shirt and khakis.  Joe noticed how up
close his professor seemed bigger, and he could better make out the muscles
lurking beneath the fabric of his clothing. Joe could also make out a large
boner poking its way down Mitchell's pant leg.

"Professor Mitchell! What's up?"

"Is Mike around? Mike Peterson?"

"Nah, he's gone home for the weekend. Any message you want me to give him?"

Joe normally would have been self-counscious about standing in front of his
professor with nothing but a towel on, but after hearing Mike's story about
Carl Mitchell, he was more intrigued than anything else.

"No, it's of a personal nature."

"If you like. But I am Mike's closest friend. You can trust me."

Carl broke into a smirk. "Hmmm, well maybe I can.... Tell Mike I got real
horny and came over to screw that fine ass of his... Think you can remember
that?"

Joe acted dumb. "Yeah, I think so, Professor Mitchell." Absently he rubbed
his exposed nipple, which grew as erect as his dick.

Carl made no motion to move. His massive frame blocked much of the sunlight
in the doorway. Finally he made a slow step inward. He reached forward and
yanked down Joe's towel. Slowly, his hand grasped Joe's throbbing
cock. "Yeah, tell him I missed holding on to his dick as I fucked his tight
ass."

Joe was in a trance. He always thought his professor was hot, but now he
seemed so masculine, so in control.  He looked at that big cock tenting up
his prof's trousers. He knew he had to have it. He unzipped the pants and
out popped a major league hardon. The fucker was long and fat, bigger than
Mike's sizable cock.

A pearl-like drop of fluid balled up at the end of the long dick. Joe put
his thumb in the cloudy-clear liquid and rubbed all over the flared
cocktip. Another drop spurted out. Joe could tell Carl was extra horny
tonight. Quickly, he dropped to his knees until he was staring at the
mighty length of that huge, beautiful cock. It stood nearly straight up and
would twitch from time to time, sending drops of sweet pre-cum flying off
onto Joe's naked jock body.

Joe reached down with his hand and messaged his own pecs and nipples. Carl,
impatient with desire, pushed his thick cockhead against Joe's lips, which
parted and allowed the shaft to slide in. Carl showed no mercy and just
pushed that big cock straight and steady into Joe's mouth, along his tongue
and deep down his throat.

Joe loved the feel of having that rod stuffed down his gullet. His cock was
rockhard and bounced up and down as he proceeded to bob his head up and
down his professor's dick. Carl was loving the sensations of the warm frat
boy's mouth, but wanted more. He grabbed the young man's shoulders and
pulled his dick out halfway. He paused for a second, then slammed the
cocklength back in. Slowly, he developed a pace of thrusts and was amazed
that this cocksucker could take such a rough-pounding face fuck.

Harder and harder that shaft pounded the back of Joe's throat. Joe could
take no more. He grabbed his rigid cock and with two quick pulls, shot his
seed everywhere. Carl was getting close himself. Roughly he grabbed the
back of Joe's head and really started pistoning that cock in and out. He
didn't say anything, just grunted, then let loose with a flood of hot
mancream. The cockhead was so deep down Joe's throat he couldn't taste the
rich sperm, but he savored the warmth of the sticky fluid as it hosed down
his gullet.

"Fuck, that was hot!" was all the two men heard as Mitchell removed his
oversized prick from Joe's mouth. They turned and saw Russell, fully nude
with a big, throbbing hardon. Carl Mitchell took in the sight of the young
frat hunk, whose chest was coated with the sexiest blonde fur.

"So," the professor said, "Which one of you frat boys wants to have his ass
stuffed with my big cock first?"

******

Bill unlocked the door to his house and walked inside.  The house was all
dark and the only light was the blue-green glow from the television
emanating from the living room. Oddly enough, though, Bill couldn't hear
any sound.  Someone must be watching TV with the sound off.

When he turned the corner, he saw his brother laying back on the couch
facing the television. He was wearing a white T-shirt that stretched
tightly across his massive chest, which looked as if it would rip at the
slightest flex of his pecs. He was wearing nothing else, however, and the
powerful thighs, hairy ballsac, and massive cock glowed in the green
light. Bill watched as Robert absently stoke his hardon. He'd almost
forgotten how incredibly hot his brother was and how that giant dick
entranced him. He could understand why Eric wanted to be with Robert all
week. He felt a bit rejected, but looking at those twelve inches swollen
into a big studfucking hardon, he knew why the kid would just spread his
jock legs and get fucked by that studdick day in and day out.

At some point Bill had dropped his shorts to the floor. He didn't remember
when. He looked down and saw his own cock hard and flaring.  Robert was
still engrossed in the television and his jack off to notice. Bill walked
into the room and saw a familiar sight on screen. It was a home video he'd
made of him and Eric sucking and fucking away.  He watched as Eric fed him
that jock dick while he lay on the bed. It wasn't long before Eric turned
around and sat down on Bill's face so Coach could eat at his jock hole.

Bill interrupted the silence. "Hot little fuck, isn't he?" he asked.

Robert turned to look at him, never interrupting the rhythm of his
cockstroking. "Oh, hey... Yeah, and the kid doesn't stop either. I don't
know how my little brother keeps up with him."

"I don't know myself. He just turns me on like nobody else, I don't know
what it is. I'm just so hot for him."

The two brothers looked at each other in silence, unable to have the talk
they so desperately wanted. Instead, Robert just looked at his cock and
said, "Come on. Climb on top of it." Bill straddled his brother and felt
the huge cock nestled against his hole. He felt the strength and the heat
from that cock and it felt right. Slowly, the head pushed in, its width
stretching the ass as inch after inch of brother's cock inserted its way up
Bill's bowels.

Bill was hard as a rock. "Oh, fuck me Robert, that's so good, your dick
deep up there."

"Don't worry little brother. My dick hasn't forgotten. Yeah, Eric's a hot
stud, but he's not you. I kept wanting all week to fuck you, but thought
you'd be mad at me for dicking Eric so much."

"Don't care now, bro, just keep slamming that fucking cock into me..."

By the time the two men had shot, Bill was up on all fours while Robert
rutted him like a dog.  He just grabbed onto those thick thighs and pounded
away. As the two men spewed their seed, they watched Bill fucking Eric on
the TV.

********

Mike couldn't believe how hot Jake Farrell looked. They were best friends
in ninth grade and had both played football in high school, but had since
grown out of touch. Mike had gone away to college, while Jake became a cop
on the local force, just like his father.

A couple of years had done wonders for Jake. He was always hunky, but now
he was really growing into his looks, with shortly cropped sandy hair and
hazel eyes that made Mike's dick drool. Best of all was his meaty bod,
which packed the officer's uniform marvelously. Since it was summer, Jake
wore a short-sleeve blue uniform shirt, which gave Mike an opportunity to
admire the massive biceps that balled up every time he took a drink from
his beer.

The two were in a dark, crowded bar. It was Jake's favorite hang out, and
Mike could see himself in love with a bar like this. The place was packed
with real studs - ex-football jocks and frat boys and other guys with hard
bodies, whose round asses fit just right in their jeans. Mike was throwing
a major hardon, which he tried to ignore by focusing on the conversation
with Jake.

At one point, to emphasize what he was saying, Jake placed his hand on
Mike's thigh. Mike couldn't help himself. He put his hand on Jake's and
guided it up to the hardon contained in his jeans.

Jake just smiled and squeezed Mike's crotch. "Fuck, Mike, I really missed
this you know?" He licked his lips and looked forward. His hand kept
squeezing the jock's hardon. "Shit," he said, taking another swig of
beer. "I bet you know how to keep a stud happy with this thing."

Mike laughed and said, "Do you want to find out now?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Meet me in the men's room in three minutes," he said as he got up from the
chair and walked to the back of the bar.

When Jake entered the stall, Mike was waiting for him, with his jeans
around his ankle and his hardon up and ready and slick with lube. The two
met in a hot kiss, their tongues pressing insistently into each other as
they traded spit and silent moans. Deftly, Mike fumbled with the belt and
zipper of Jake's uniform trousers and sound had them down to the
knees. Quickly, he turned the stud around and in one swift move, placed his
shaft between the tight round buns and pressed forward into hot, wet
copass. Both men were so hot and worked up it wouldn't take long. Mike just
grabbed onto those huge biceps and rode this beefy stud for all he
had. Within minutes, both men had shot, Mike deep up the cop's guts, Jake
all over the stall door.

As the two men returned and sat down at the bar, Jake turned to Mike and
said in a low voice, "Man, that was fucking incredible. I needed that,
thanks."

"Hey, you're one hot stud yourself. Can't believe I didn't get around to
this back in high school."

"God, I know, that fuck was so hot. Will you do me again sometime, stud?"

Mike smiled and looked into those hazel eyes. "Hell, I'll fuck you again
tonight if you want. I had no idea it was so hot to screw a cop."

Jake grabbed Mike's crotch again. "The minute I feel this thing get hard
again, we're going back into that stall and you're going to fuck the shit
of me, OK?"

At that moment both men looked up in the bar mirror and saw
him. Medium-tall, blonde hair cut in a buzz cut, and built like a brick
shithouse. It was amazing he could fit that hulking body into those
clothes. His jeans fit his thighs snugly and clung to his bubble-round
ass. His T-shift was stretched so tightly it rode up from his waist anytime
he moved his arms, allowing a glimpse of the blonde fuzz dusting his
stomach.

Mike turned to his companion. "Hey man, are you into three-ways?"

"Sure am. And I'm thinking the same thing you are, stud."


(to be continued....)