Date: Wed, 30 May 2018 13:53:02 -0500
From: David Ashley
Subject: Conquering my friends' dads chapter 4

My apologies for the delay. I hope today's chapter makes up for it.

Contact me via my Tumblr @ass-up-dads

The usual disclaimers apply. Work of fiction and fantasy, underage, no I
don't endorse such acts.

Chapter 4

"Fuck my throat."

It alway cracked me up when a man told me that. What they really meant, of
course, was `gently push your cock in and out of my mouth but remember
don't go too far in or I'll gag.' Even the most solid of cocksuckers can't
really take much true throat fucking. If it's not the gag reflex it's the
panic of losing oxygen.

For the most part I humored the implied request. I tried not to burn
bridges--after all, most of the dads I fucked I wanted to have the option
of fucking again, so keeping them happy was useful. I've been rough, and
I've forced a few, but I did TRY to be reasonable. But one day I told
myself I'd take the request at face value.

The day came not a week after I fucked Mr. Johnson. It was two days before
Christmas, and our family was busy. My dad had a big work Christmas party,
which we had to attend in the early afternoon. Of course, that evening was
also my soccer team's Christmas party, so we would have to rush from the
precinct's get together at the chief's house directly to Dan's house.

My dad helped me adjust my tie before heading out. "You look good, son," he
said.

"Thanks." I glanced at my suit. In truth it was uncomfortably tight in
places, as I had owned it before bulking up, but it sort of worked in my
favor to accentuate my arms and shoulders. "I can't keep this straight
though," I said, loosening the tie.

Dad swatted my hands away. "Let me." It was the first time I had been this
physically close to him in a while. Funny, as most guys his age I looked at
with a huge target over their ass. Maybe it was because of my recent
practices with my friend's dads, or maybe it was knowing what my neighbor
gets up to spying on his own son that's infected my mind, but I couldn't
help suddenly noticing my dad's body.

God damn, I knew I got it from somewhere. Dad's not as big or bulky as I
am, but that doesn't mean he isn't muscular in his own right. He hadn't
thrown on his suit coat yet, so I could see through the thin white shirt. I
tried not to notice the sharp angular shoulder-to-waist ratio, or how I
could almost see the dark shadow of his nipple through the fabric...

"There. Don't loosen it," Dad said.

I nodded. Stupid. He's my own dad. Even Mr. Cole, incestuous and kinky as
his desires were, had not crossed that line with his son. He's stronger
than I. If I let myself think like this about my dad, I knew I wouldn't
rest until I force my cock inside him, taboo or no.

I knew my dad had special reason for dressing me up, for wanting my tie
straight and presentable. We would be meeting his boss for the first time,
and he wanted me to impress the chief. Neither of us worried about Mom--she
was so well-dressed and always had impeccable skill with politeness and
meeting people. But I'm unpredictable, so at least I can look good.

I saw that worry in my dad's eyes when we arrived. He shot me a tight smile
and held back a second.

His hand at the small of my back, he said, "Try to make nice with the
chief, if you could."

Why did he look so worried? His lack of trust started to annoy me. I nodded
and pushed in the party.

"There he is!" called one of Dad's friends, and he was quickly dragged
off. Mom and I exchanged looks and followed.

I sent my afternoon playing nice and struggling with boredom. I looked
good, though, and Dad kept me by his side like a trophy. "This is your
boy?" "He looks like he's in college!" "You sure he's not eighteen, at
least? Kid could replace you!" "Hey, John, want a job? You could probably
outrun your old man, wouldn't be anyone getting away with you on their
tail!"

How right you are, I thought, accepting the compliment with a wink and
taking a swig of punch. I hoped dad would release me; I was getting the eye
from a huge guy with a deep, clefted chin and wondered if I could get away
long enough to drop a load. As much as I wanted to help my dad, there's a
limit, and Mr. Johnson's ass felt ages ago. I tried to remind myself that
I'd see him tonight--I'd see all the dads tonight, surely I'd get SOME
ass--while Dad's grip on me tightened.

"This is the chief."

I felt Dad stiffen beside me. The chief was far from what I
expected. Though I had imagined a fat guy with mustache and cigar, perhaps
from too many old movies, Dad's chief was slender and tall. The man had
white hair but a young face--I would not guess older than 55, and a very
young 55 at that. He was clean-shaven and had a strong chin. I was reminded
strongly of John Slattery in Mad Men.

"Hello there. You must be John," said the chief. He offered his hand, his
eyes sweeping over me. "Your dad has mentioned you a lot."

"He has?" I said. Dad looked sheepish, but I took the chief's hand and
welcomed his firm grip.

"Only good things," said the chief. "You play soccer, but looking at your
arms I wonder if tennis would be more your sport. You're wasting your son's
potential!"

Dad laughed, shaking his head while the chief's wife shook hands with
Mom. "You try to get a teenager to do what you say."

I couldn't help flirting. Sorry, not sorry, Dad. "I bet you could," I said
to the chief. "You look like a man who gets what he asks for."

Was that a wink? The chief was definitely casting me a sly grin. "You're
not wrong there. Well, at least your kid is smart. Come into the kitchen,
we'll get you a drink."

We had drinks, but we followed anyway. It wasn't long into the
conversation, huddled around the kitchen island, that I realized why the
chief brought us in here. He was sidled next to me, nodding at a joke of my
mother's while my dad was talking to his wife. I noticed he had managed to
separate my dad from my side, but I wasn't complaining.

As I leaned up against the island I felt it. The chief's hand was on my
crotch, and just as that registered he gave me a distinct squeeze.

Fuck. Instant hard on. His hand was by his side again, not pausing on his
conversation at all. Damn, he was slick. I liked this man.

But I wanted him to grab me again. I knew he was sensing my reaction and I
was determined he felt my erection. So I adjusted against the island and
pushed my cock in his direction.

His hand was back, and this time he lingered. I nodded, as though it could
be for my mom's story, but I knew he would understand. I felt his hand,
felt him trace the outline of my cock against the tight suit crotch. He
squeezed again, and kept squeezing, almost jacking me then and there.

All the while smiling at my mother and father.

Well, Dad wanted me to impress his boss.

I cleared my throat. "Sorry," I said. "But where's the bathroom at?"

The chief's wife started to point down the hall, but the chief waved her
suggestion away, thankfully picking up on my hint. "There'll be dozens of
people lined up for that one," he said. "Officers don't know how to hold
it. I'll show you upstairs, you can use the one in our bedroom."

"You don't mind?" I said, for the benefit of his wife and my parents.

"Not at all. It'll give you a chance to finish your story, eh, honey?" He
winked at his wife and pointed me out of the kitchen. I followed, almost
grinning at the anxious look my dad cast my way.

The journey upstairs was unbearable. Officers to dodge, people for the
chief to nod away. But we found the stairs and soon were in a dark, quiet
hallway.

The chief's hands were on me. "Damn, you do work out, kid," he said,
feeling my tight shoulders and letting his hand squeeze my left arm. He
steered me into what I assumed was his own bedroom.

I could only catch a quick glimpse of the large room and spacious bed
before the lock clicked and the chief was grinning at me again, his eyes
dark and hungry.

"Fuck, you're hot, kid."

I grinned back, moving toward him. "We don't have much time. You want this
boy cock or not, old man?"

I don't always start sex with kissing, but I could not resist pushing
against the chief and plunging my tongue into his mouth. He moaned,
suddenly weak and desperate; this powerful man, the chief of police,
moaning as an underage boy kissed him. Knowing my parents were downstairs,
knowing his wife was with them, knowing we could be found out, made it all
the more intense.

He sucked at my tongue, lapping at me like a man desperate for water. His
hands were undoing my belt, and I helped, pushing my boxer briefs under my
balls to expose my cock.

"Wow." The chief slid down the door until he was on his knees, taking in my
cock with a look of wonder. I watched his lips tremble as they touched the
warm tip.

The man knew how to blow a cock. I knew that instantly; he had years of
practice. Of course, all those years in the police, working with other
officers, taking in their sweat and their power... the chief obviously had
a few cocks on the side. He slurped in my head and wrapped his lips around
my shaft, and only paused long enough to enjoy the taste before he engulfed
the whole thing, and suddenly my cock head was pressing the back of his
throat.

"Fuck," I said. I struggled to get my head back, to keep it from
spinning. "Look. We don't have time for both. Either you can suck me off or
I can fuck your ass, but we gotta be quick."

That's when the chief looked up at me, the dangerous twinkle back in his
eye. "Fuck my throat."

I knew what he was asking, but in a rush I wondered what a proper throat
fuck would feel like. I thought of my dad below, and a sick feeling of
revenge bristled.

Carefully I removed my cock from his mouth. He looked diminished and hurt
without it, as if I had taken his favorite toy. "Okay, chief. I'll fuck
your throat, but listen up. My only rule: You don't say stop. Tell me to
stop or try to push me off, I go harder. I don't care who hears us."

Numbly the chief nodded, and tried to take my cock again, but I lifted him
from the floor and steered him to his bed. He got the idea and laid down,
his head hanging over the side, mouth open.

I had to relish the image of my dad's boss, prone before me, his mouth
desperate for me. Fully clothed, even. It was a delicious sight. I took the
time to run my cock head over his lips, teasing him, letting my precum wet
his mouth. Then I pressed in.

I was slow because I wanted to watch his throat expand. The older man's
Adam's apple bounced down and disappeared as my cock hit it. I kept my cock
there.

See, I'm not a complete monster. I let him get accustomed to its girth. For
a moment, anyway.

Then, when his gagging started to die, I fucked. Hard.

It was amazing--the old man could almost keep up with me. Chief opened his
throat and lined up his mouth so it almost felt like fucking an asshole,
but with a beautiful difference. An ass starts tight at the entrance, but
inside is much roomier and flexible. A man could claim the tightest ass he
wants, but once inside you're inside, and then it's all loose fucking. Not
bad, of course.

But a throat. Fuck. It's the opposite. The mouth is open, the mouth is the
loose part. A man's throat is all tight muscle, and the harder you fuck,
the tighter it gets--right around your head.

Trooper though the chief was, and satisfying though it was to slide slowly
along the bend of his throat, I knew what I really wanted.

Sorry, chief. Hope you don't pass out. And sorry, Dad. I'm no trophy.

I pushed in, pressing all the way. I'm not a small man, and my thighs were
on either side of the chief's white head. Looking down I could see his face
turning purple. He struggled, but I pushed farther in, bottoming out. He
gagged, and I felt pressure around my cock, wondering if he was trying to
vomit out my girth.

I wanted something to look at, so I unbuttoned his shirt. I kept his tie
on, though, so I could tighten it around my cock in his throat. The chief
really had a nice body, smooth chest and muscled in a tight way. I tweaked
his nipple as I pulled out briefly.

He gasped, almost managing to vomit again. But I smacked his face--hard. I
could hear it reverberate around the room.

"Chief, I told you not to struggle."

"Please, stop--" he began, but my cock cut him off.

For the next five minutes or so it was almost wrestling. I pushed him
further up on the bed, my knees on his arms. The bend wasn't as smooth but
I did what he had originally asked me to do: I fucked his throat. He
pounded on my thighs, kicked at me, but eventually he stopped
struggling. At first I wondered if he really had passed out, but no--just
like when I had raped Mr. Grayson, I had reached a place where all the pain
the chief felt had given way to pleasure. I didn't know that was possible
with throat fucking, but there it was, evidence beneath me. The man was
nothing but a toy now, reduced to a flesh Jack. Powerful once but nothing
now without the cock in his mouth. I owned him. He was breathing through
his nose when I pulled back, but that was his only function.

I patted his cheek. "Almost there, chief."

"No... don't stop..."

"I gotta."

I fucked him for another few minutes, increasing my speed. I felt my orgasm
brewing, pushing up through my balls. And where else to deposit it?

I came, panting and breathing hard, deep into his throat. I doubt he could
even taste it, as it traveled straight to his stomach. Pulling out, I
watched him, his face purple and oxygen deprived, slowly coming back to
life. He regained color, and somewhere along the line as he gasped for air
I saw his eyes suddenly widen; he looked up at me, tears stinging his face,
and his hand went to his crotch.

I realized what happened then. Somewhere between my orgasm and his
breathing he had experienced his own, shaking, earth-shattering orgasm.
Without touching his cock or ass or even me, he somehow managed it. I
watched him seep his man juice for several long seconds, almost a full
minute of quivering orgasm. Damn, what a slut.

"Come on, chief," I said. "Your wife will be wondering where you are."

Merry Christmas to me.

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I hope this was a satisfying return for John's story. I apologize that he
doesn't actually fuck a friend's dad this time, but remember, he's about to
head to a party with all of them together. Hang tight until the next
chapter!