Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2007 13:22:19 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: Coolest Dad #3 Coolest Dad #3 by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between a father, his teenaged son and his teenaged friends, as well as sex between the friends. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the Authors section under XavierL (toward the bottom of the list). If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel free to email me as well. Please feel free to email me with comments or if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. I was sad when it was time for Grant's friends to go home. Matt, of course, had me between his legs sucking on his cock once more he headed out. Grant and I pretty much just hung around the house the rest of the day trying to relax from our crazy weekend. Every so often he would mention how hot it had been, how much he liked Brad "although I think I still like girls too," etc. The next day was time for school. I decided to work from home and got a quite bit done until around 3:30 PM when there was a knock at the door. I wondered who would be knocking at the door this time of day! Imagine my surprise when I opened the door, and Matt was standing there! "Hey Matt!" "Hi there Tom," he greeted me, walking in through the open door. I closed the door as I explained that Grant was at baseball practice. "Yeah, I know. I should be there, too, but I have an appointment," he said. After shutting the door, I turned around to walk to the living room and saw Matt's shoes next to his feet. I looked up and saw his pants and boxers being pushed down. He sat down on the couch, and I watched him slide them off his feet, his white socks now painting a contrast against his bare skin. He spread his legs apart, and I stared at his balls surrounded by dark brown pubes. He was slowly stroking his cock as I approached., a confident grin on his face. "I take it you're not here to see Grant." A smile split his face as he said "No." When I got to the couch, I went to my knees between his toned thighs and took over stroking his cock. I watched eagerly as he pulled off his T-shirt exposing his trim body. "You've got a rockin' body," I commented. "Yeah? What about my cock?" I looked at it as if needing to inspect it again before replying: "It's fucking awesome!" He reached out and guided my head to his crotch where I promptly opened my mouth and took his hard flesh into me. Aggressive as ever, he shoved my head down until my nose was pressed into the brown hair above his cock. His skin was salty from sweat, and as my nose was pressed into his pubes, I could feel they were slightly damp. I removed my mouth from his cock and quickly began sucking on his ball sac which was saltier than I had even hoped. His legs thrust apart more as I worked his nuts. As soon as my mouth was off his sac, he was thrusting my head toward his dick. I greedily engulfed it and devoured its full length repeatedly. He shoved my head back and stood up. Before I could move, he grabbed me by the hair and yanked me to him. I wrapped my arms around his ass, and he began thrusting in and out of my mouth. Grabbing my head and ramming my throat, he said "I need to bust a nut!" I picked up my pace hungry for his load. I massaged his rod with my throat, motivated by his moaning and the slight quivering in his legs. Suddenly he pulled away and sat back down on the couch. As I moved in, he moved his hips off the edge of the couch. I took his dick into my mouth again. He stretched his legs out so his ass was hanging off, and he began fucking my mouth wildly as I forced myself to relax. With his eagerness, he didn't last much longer before blowing his load. I swallowed it eagerly, savoring its saltiness as it flowed into my throat. As the flow ebbed, I removed my mouth. He pushed my head back down and told me to keep sucking until it was hard enough to go into my ass. I did as he instructed, slowly sucking on his dick as it struggled to shrink. However, being as young as he was, it didn't need much more coaxing before it decided to get hard once more. When it was as hard as he wanted, he pushed my head away, and said "Good. Now bend over and give me some of that ass." I quickly undid my pants and slid them and my underwear down. He yanked them off of me violently. I made myself relax while he lubed his cock with lotion and got into position behind me. He stuck just the tip of his dick into my hole, and I slid backward hungry for more. As more of his rod slid into my hole, he grabbed my hips and shoved the rest of his cock in. I initially had to hold my breath as it hurt more than I had expected. He begin fucking me slowly. "Wish I lived here so I could fuck you all the time!" he said as he slowly withdrew his cock and then shot it forward. "I'd have my dick in you all the fucking time!" "Fuck me harder now then!" I begged. "You really are the fucking coolest dad!" he said as he began thrusting harder. "Pound my ass!" I almost screamed. He laughed softly, and I felt him reposition himself. His hands took hold of my shoulders, and he started in on my request. His cock slammed into me hard. I swore I could feel his balls bouncing against me as our bodies collided. I could definitely feel a sheen of sweat coating us as he worked my hungry hole. At one point he had his dick completely inside of me, and he held it in place. "How about I come back after dinner? I'd love to fuck you while I watch you suck your son's cock!" I moaned pleasurably. "Yeah? I could fill your ass with my hot cum while you're swallowing your boy's load." Fuck that was a hot idea! I thought. He continued: "He sure has a hot ass too. Maybe I could fuck him while he had his dick in your mouth." "That's up to him," I answered paternally. He chuckled again as he returned to his faster pace. "Actually, it might be kinda cool to do that, and then trade places. Yeah! You suck him while I fuck you, then you suck me while I watch him fuck YOU! Sweet!" As he called up this little vision, his fucking became more aggressive. "That would be so goddamn hot!" he added. Not waiting for an answer from me, he increased his pace until I had to almost lock my elbows to keep from being shoved into the carpet! He got gradually quicker until it felt like his dick was hardly moving inside me, and then I felt his body quiver a little right before I could feel his cock spasming. Shockingly, I felt his teeth close on the skin near my shoulder, and he softly bit me as he orgasmed! After his dick stopped shooting, he released me and pulled out. As he sat on the carpet, I spun around and aggressively began kissing him. My tongue met his in his hot mouth. I continued pushing him until he was laying down. We continued kissing as his hand wrapped around my cock and began quickly stroking my aching rod. Within seconds, it seemed, I was shooting my load into his hand. When my orgasm stopped, I pulled off of him. I was breathing hard. He smiled at me, and I watched him wipe his hand on his chest, especially on his nipples. When he set his hand back down, he looked at me, still smiling, and said "Lick it off." I hesitated. Sure, I had swallowed cum before, but not my own! The thought, for some reason, really didn't sit well. But I didn't have much time to think about it, or convince myself, as he grabbed my head and yanked it toward his chest. I screwed up my face, much like a child about to eat broccoli, and began tonguing his nipples. As soon as the saltiness registered with me and it wasn't as bad as I had presumed, I began eagerly sucking on his nipples until I could taste no more of my juice. When I quit, he sat up, kissed me on the lips, said "See ya at 7!" and started to dress. I hated to see his amazing body disappear beneath his clothing, and it never occurred to me to challenge his presumption about tonight. I watched him leave and got off the floor and dressed myself again. I also realized there was some of my cum on the floor, and so I washed that up. A couple of hours later, Grant and his friend Brad showed up. They both greeted me, and Brad sat down on the couch while Grant went to his room to shower and get cleaned up. "You're not going to join him?" I asked with a quirky smile. "Nah. Not this time." "Ahhh." I sat down next to him as he turned on the TV. I looked at his legs and could smell the sweat coming off of him. Absentmindedly, I reached out and began stroking his lower thighs. He sat back a little, forcing my hand up to the bottom of his shorts. I inserted my fingertips under the silky fabric and continued massaging him. I eyed his crotch and noticed a tent forming in his shorts. I don't know why, but I was a little nervous. Maybe because the only time we ever had done anything was with the other guys in the room? I took a deep breath and maneuvered my hand closer to his hard-on. There was a moment of silence before he asked "Do you wanna blow me?" His hand now rubbing his swollen dick through his shorts. I simply nodded my head. I slid to the floor as his legs spread apart to admit me. He lifted his shirt up to his neck and began fingering his nipples as I tugged his shorts and boxers down revealing his young meat and his patch of ash blonde pubes. I immediately went down on him and started slowly sucking him off. "Make it quick. I don't want Grant to see." I didn't know why in the hell not, but I picked up the pace to comply with his wishes. I savored the sweat as it melted off his velvety skin while his dick rubbed back and forth against my tongue. He started moving his hips up and down fucking my mouth, and I sped up. Soon his hand was on my head, and he was shoving his cock into my throat. "Fuck you're good!" he said as he pumped my mouth. I devoured his hard flesh as he pumped it furiously, and then it was over. Thick loads of jizz rushed into my mouth as I swallowed desperately trying to keep up with the flow. When it was done, I released his cock, licked my lips and then wiped my spit off on my arm. "Thanks Tom!" he whispered as he rushed to get himself dressed, now realizing that Grant's shower had turned off. I got back into my seat on the couch. Brad flashed me a quick smile just before Grant came into the room and asked "Dad, do we have plans tonight?" Funny he should ask. . .