Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2022 07:32:07 +0000 From: Jason Smith Subject: Dude's Day with Dad, Chapter 9: Back to Normal Life WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy. Feedback and comments welcome at jockboydad@outlook.com. Thanks for all the feedback, comments and ideas so far! Reminder: Nifty operates off donations to provide this and other stories. Please consider donating at: https://donate.nifty.org/ Copyright 2022 Dude's Day with Dad, Chapter 9: Back to Normal Life I woke up a couple hours later, my face still against my dad's muscular hairy chest, my arm rested across his stomach, with my hand planted on top of his crotch. I wanted to stay there forever, but I was getting restless. I slowly slipped out of bed, stretched, and walked naked into the living room. I realized I hadn't been on my phone since yesterday, so I grabbed the bag that my dad had brought hoping to find my phone. Fortunately it was in there, and as I turned it on, it started to explode with text messages, mostly from Jonathan wondering where I was, and, assuming I was still alive, how good the sex was with the Brazilians. "Bro, I'm all good. At hotel with dad playing hooky. Just got my phone back." I messaged Jonathan. Realizing my dad was still sleeping, I located his pants and the envelope in his back pocket that I had seen him exchange with Rod. I opened the envelope and counted almost 10k in hundreds. Shit, those guys had paid my dad ten grand to have me for a night in their hotel?! I was shocked, but also kind of turned on by my role in this lucrative transaction. I took one of the bills and put the envelope back in his pants. I hopped on the couch, still naked, and turned on the TV, watching ESPN. About 30 mins later, my dad emerged also naked and sexy as fuck. "Hey, son. Guess I dosed off for quite a while. What are you up to?" "Nothing, dad, just enjoying this big ass TV while we still have it. It's fun hanging out naked, right?" I responded. "Yes, it is, son, but we better get going. Your mom is home, and we need to get back to our normal life." He sat down on the couch and placed his firm hand on my thigh. "Listen, son, I need to be very clear....any of this, us, the club, everything, has to 100% stay between us. I know this is a lot all at once. But we cannot do anything at home to risk your mom finding out. Do you understand?" The look on his face was about as serious as I had ever seen. "Yes, sir. I understand. I hope we can do more, dad, but I get it, only when the time is right." As I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and teased his nipple. "Ok, good. Get dressed, and let's get going," he instructed, slapping my bare ass as I got up off the couch. I grabbed the clothes he brought me and dressed in front of my dad, not bothering to put on any underwear. My dad put his suit and tie back on, and we headed out of the hotel together. As we rode down the elevator, it stopped a couple floors down and a couple got on. Still feeling frisky, I reached behind my dad and put my hand on his ass. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away, continuing to look forward stone-faced. I guess he wasn't feeling the public display at the moment. When we got home, my mom was in the kitchen and expected an explanation as to why I was home from school earlier than usual. I pretended to have a sore stomach, wanting to go rest in my room. It seemed to work, as my mom sent me up to my room and promised to bring me some soup later. As soon as school was out, Jonathan flooded my phone with texts, wanting details about what happened with the Brazilians, and to talk about what happened to him at the pool party, and after. We spoke briefly, sharing the general details, but agreed to do a deeper play-by-play in person the next day at school. The rest of the week returned back to normal in the house, my dad giving no visible signs that he wanted to fuck me, despite me gazing at him every chance I got. I was starting to lose hope until one night at dinner. I had tried to rub my leg against his under the dinner table, which he quickly brushed aside like he had done the last couple nights. I guess he meant it when he said we couldn't do anything at all in the house. After finishing out meal, my dad got some coffee and returned to the table chatting with my mom and me, a typical family night in our house. After a couple minutes, he excused himself to the bathroom, but strangely, brought his coffee mug with him. I didn't think anything of it, and continued chatting with my mom about classes and practice. Dad returned about five minutes later and joined in the conversation. When my mom stood up and carried off her plate, my dad looked over at me, grinned, and then slid the coffee mug over to me. Curious, I grabbed it and lifted it up, looking down into the cup only to see it about 1/4 full of my dad's white cum. As I was holding the mug, looking down at my dad's jazz, my mom returned, asking me if I drink coffee now. "Yeah, mom, I'm starting to develop a taste for it, now that I've tried it a few times," I responded, shooting a sly grin over to my dad. I then lifted the mug up to my lips and tilted it back so that my dad's thick cum slid into my mouth. I could tell my dad was watching intently, so I took the whole load at once, closed my eyes savoring the taste and then swallowed, smacking my lips in satisfaction. "That good, huh?" my mom muttered, confused at my enthusiasm. "Yeah, mum. I don't know what it was, but that one just really hit the spot, every drop," I responded, knowing my dad was probably getting hard again watching this. I made sure to rinse out the mug myself, to avoid any risk of my mom noticing anything, but I was very aroused at this bold move by my dad. After I tossed the mug into the dishwasher, I turned to my dad. "Hey, dad, you wanna join me for a jog later? I need to slim down for the next tournament, so coach wants me to do more cardio." "No, son, not tonight. You go ahead," my dad said, brushing me off and leaving me disappointed. Fortunately, I was able to direct all that sexual frustration into my run, although when I returned home drenched in sweat, I was half-expecting my dad to be waiting for me in my bathroom. Once again, I was disappointed and curious where all this was going. The next morning, I was running late so I ran into the kitchen to grab a bagel on my way out, when my dad stopped me. "Hey, Brandon, you'll be going to a charity dinner next week with me, a bit of a work function. You've filled out quite a bit since you got your last suit, so it's time for an upgrade. Since you have practice late, my tailor said he can stay open late for us. I'll text you the address and I'll meet you there about 6." "Sure thing, dad!" I yelled as I ran out the front door, cringing at the idea of having to go to another stuffy work function where a bunch of overweight accountants try to talk sports with me. School was another usual day. Jonathan and I caught up at lunch and lamented the lack of sex with our respective dads. I guess we thought that the volume of sex from the previous weekend would just continue at that rate indefinitely. Like me, Jonathan had made a couple attempts with his dad at home, with the same result as me. "Dude, my balls are so full, I need to shoot so bad," I complained to Jonathan. "I know, man. My girl just blew me real quick in the parking lot, but I'm still horned. When you think we'll get a repeat with our dads?" Jonathan wondered. "I don't know man. Other than teasing me with his coffee mug trick, my dad hasn't given me any reaction or signs. I guess he's just super nervous about my mom finding out. We haven't been alone since the hotel, and now we have to go to this stupid tailor tonight to get measured for suits." "You should sneak into his dressing room and blow him," Jonathan joked. "Ha, I wish, man. He'd be way too loud, and the old geezer tailor would definitely hear us," I responded, getting harder and more frustrated by the minute. "Dude, I gotta get to class, or otherwise I'd be asking you to join me in the bathroom stall to get off." "I gotta jet too, man. After practice?" "Can't, man, gotta go straight to the tailor's shop." "No worries, man. See you later, bro." Jonathan replied and we both headed off to afternoon classes. Practice was particularly brutal. Coach wasn't pleased with our splits, so kept us late to do extra stadiums and sprints. I only realized that it was already 6pm when I got back into the locker room and grabbed my phone. Shit, I was drenched in sweat but didn't have time to shower, so I grabbed my bag and took off to my car, texting my dad that I was on my way. I arrived about 10 minutes late and knocked on the locked front door of the tailor's shop, still panicking at how late, and how sweaty, I was. Soon, a smiling silver haired man appeared at the door to let me in. I was a bit struck by this guy. He had to be about 60, but with a masculine and handsome face, and from what I could tell by the way he filled out his tight fitted white button down and slim trousers, had the body of a 40 year old athlete. "You must be Brandon. Come on in. I'm Jake. Your dad is in the back." he said with piercing green eyes and a warm smile. "Uh, yes, sir." I replied, stuttering as I took in this unexpected older adonis standing in front of me. Motioning to my sweaty clothes, I apologized, "Sorry, sir, about this. My practice ran long and I didn't have time to shower." "That's ok, son," he said, tapping me on my lower back and guiding me toward the back of the store. "It's just the three of us, so head on back." I walked back through a curtain to the dressing area and saw my dad standing there in just his white briefs, looking at samples of fabric and a few sample suits strewn about. "Hey, look who finally made it," he said, joking. "Jake, I take it you've met my son, Brandon?" "I have, yes. Brandon, why don't you shed some of those sweaty clothes, and I'll go grab some waters." He said, walking back through a set of doors. "Shit, dad, I just realized, I'm only wearing a jock. I didn't have time to shower or change after practice." I said, nervously. "That's ok, son. It's just us; the store is closed. Shit, look at me standing here in my briefs!" "Um, ok, dad. I just probably smell pretty rank." With that warning, I tore off my sweaty white shirt and pulled down my tight gym shorts, revealing my red jock strap. My dad smiled. "Nothing there to be ashamed of, son." My dad said, looking me up and down. Finally, I noticed some of that lust in his eyes that I had been craving. I just had to be careful not to pop some wood standing there waiting for Jake to return. Jake came back with a couple bottles of water and some measuring strips hanging around his muscular shoulders. I noticed the top couple buttons of his shirt were undone, showing off his smooth, tan chest. The white cloth of the shirt was so thin that I could see the outline of his pecs and nipples showing, which I could now tell were both pierced. "Well, look who's showing off?" Jake joked as he tossed me a bottle of water. "I just finished measuring your dad's upper body, so why don't we start there?" Jake had me stand facing a three-sided mirror, with him standing behind me. At first, he just stood there looking at me in the mirror, and then after a minute or two, started pulling the measuring tape across various areas of my upper body - around my neck, across my shoulders, down the length of my arms, etc. As he jotted down numbers with a pencil he held in his teeth while measuring, he said, "Looks like you're catching up with your dad. What sport do you play?" "Crew, sir." "Ah, that explains your full body build...Arms up," he instructed as he reached around me from behind, his chest making contact with my back, and his waist with my bare ass, as he pulled the measuring tape around to measure my chest. My dick started to stir a little as I noticed Jake inhaling deeply as his face was up against my neck. "Still got a ways to catch up to you, though. Looks like you're a beast filling out that shirt, man," I said, complimenting Jake's physique. He smiled at the compliment. "Well, thanks. I was a water polo guy in college and have kept up with weights and cardio since then....Ok, now spread your legs a little. I'm going to measure your waist and inseam." I complied, trying not to pop a full on woody in front of my dad's tailor while my dad was watching. It didn't help when Jake lightly ran his hands down my sides to my waist to start measuring right above the band of my jock. I looked into the mirror and noticed my dad sitting there just watching me. Jake put his hands low on my waist and asked me from behind, "Is this where you normally wear your dress pants?" "Yes, sir," I mumbled, trying not to focus on how his hands felt against the bare skin of my waist. Jake then got on his knees and asked me to turn toward him so he could measure my inseam. I turned around and looked down at this sexy silver fox looking up at me and couldn't stop the growing bulge in my jock. Jake held one end of the measuring tape near my ankle and pulled the other end up slowly along my inner thigh, until the back of his hand brushed against my crotch as he held the measuring tape against my leg, intently focused at my groin area. There was no way he hadn't noticed my growing bulge. "Um, sorry about that. I, uh, usually get like that after practice and didn't have time to deal with it," I said, somewhat embarrassed. Jake looked up at me and smiled, "Funny, your father is the same way," as his hand slowly moved across the strained pouch of my jock. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, but when I looked up toward my dad, who was grinning and grabbing his dick through his briefs, I finally realized. No longer embarrassed or needing to cover anything up, I replied, "Well, sir, what do you do for my dad when that happens?" Jake grinned and then planted his face in my crotch, inhaling the sweaty stench of my jock. His hands moved around to my ass, as he grabbed the waste band of my jock and started to pull down. My now rock hard cock slapped up against my abs as he freed it from the jock, his face lighting up as he finally got a glimpse of my dick. As I looked up, my dad had pulled his briefs down and was jacking his huge hard dick as he watched his naked son stand in front of Jake. "Take your clothes off," I commanded Jake, feeling empowered and cocky. Jake complied, unbottoning his shirt and revealing an amazingly cut chest and abs. He had to stand to pull down his slacks, revealing tight green briefs and amazing smooth legs. "Those too," as I motioned to his briefs. As he slid his briefs down, I got to see his beautiful thick uncut cock and shaved balls. This was the sexiest older guy I'd ever seen, and I was young enough to be his grandson. Jake got back down on his knees and slowly approached my hard dick, flicking the head with his tongue, teasing me. I moaned, looking down as his lips slowly engulfed my cock head. "Fuck yeah, man, taste that teenage cock!" I exclaimed, as my dick continued to slide into his warm mouth, his tongue somehow running circles along the underside of my shaft, causing my dick to throb. As I looked up at my dad, he nodded and winked, giving me the go ahead. I grabbed Jake's head and pulled him toward my dick, wanting to show off for my dad. He was able to easily take me in down to the base, an experienced cocksucker. I had to be careful not to shoot in his mouth right then. He moaned as I started to face fuck him, my dad watching with a front row view. "Hey, dad, you want some of this mouth? I'd like to try the other end." My dad's face lit up at my suggestion. He stood up, kicked his briefs off from his ankles and walked toward us. Jake pulled off my dick, smiling contently at how the scene was going so far, and then turned around to greet my dad's incoming cock. As he started to blow my dad, I got on my knees behind him and finally got a perfect view of his amazing, smooth muscular ass. I spit on my hand and started lubing up my cock, watching my dad thrust his monster deep into Jake's throat. Watching my stud dad getting worshiped by this guy was getting me so hard. My dad looked down at me, grinned and gave me a nod, causing me to proceed with pushing my cock into Jake's ass. As his hole opened up, letting me slide in, I moaned loudly at the amazing feeling of his ass. "Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!" I screamed. "Yeah, son. Fuck that ass. I know how good that hole feels," my dad said, encouragingly. I couldn't believe I was tag teaming this muscular silver fox with my dad. I couldn't even focus on what was hotter - watching my dad's muscular body thrust his massive cock into Jake's mouth, or my own cock sliding in and out of his tight muscular ass. "Yeah, Jake, I knew you could take this father/son pounding. Fuck yeah, you little bitch!" I loved seeing this side of my dad. It made me admire him even more the way he was so cocky and dominant with this guy. Following my dad's lead, I started pounding Jake's ass harder, slapping his round firm ass. I could feel every inch slide into him, especially when my dad's pounding pushed him backwards into my cock. "Dad, I think I'm about to blow!" I confessed, not able to hold off much longer from this porn-like scene with my dad. "Give him that teenage spunk, son!" My dad yelled, causing me to immediately start pumping my load into Jake's willing ass. Feeling my dick pulsating in him, he continued to push his ass back into me, squeezing every drop out of me before I pulled my cock out. "Atta boy!" My dad cheered, his dick still sliding in and out of Jake's moaning mouth. "You wanna come share my load with Jake?" Without hesitation, I crawled around to kneel in front of my study dad. Jake pulled off of my dad's dick for a second to kiss me deeply, out tongues intertwined, as I could taste my dad's precum on his lips. We then proceeded to make out with my dad's dick in between our lips, our lips and tongues sliding across his cock in all different directions. I loved the taste and feel of my dad's dick. This apparently drove my dad nuts having two guys on his cock at once, as he started to moan loudly, signaling he was about to shoot. "Oh, fuck, here it comes," he warned, just before the first blob of cum shot out of his cock and into both of our mouths, Jake and I lapping up every drop. We continued to make out as my dad shot more streams of cum into our faces, the familiar taste of my dad's cum driving me wild. I noticed Jake was jacking his own dick pretty fast as my dad was feeding us his load. "Feed it to me, sir," I said, looking straight into Jake's eyes. He quickly stood just as he started shooting his load, and I was able to catch most of it as streams of his jiz were shooting at my face. Jake and my dad were now making out, as I slid Jake's dick into my mouth, savoring every last drop of his tasty cum. After I finished swallowing his load, I licked the last drop leaking out of the tip of my dad's cock. "The boy likes cum, what can I say," my dad joked. "The boy can drink whatever he wants after pounding my ass like that," Jake retorted, ruffling my hair. After we finally caught our breath, Jake realized he had a couple more measurements to take, which he completed while we were all still nude. Dad and I drove back home in our own cars, but as we got out in the garage, I stopped my dad. "Hey, dad, that was amazing. I have been wanting to taste you every day since Mr. C's house. I don't know if you planned that, or if it just happened, but just want you to know that I thought it was fucking hot, and I'm down for anything like that again, sir." He stepped toward me and gave me a big bear hug before he pulled back and gave me a sensual long kiss on the lips, which got my dick stirring again. "I really enjoyed it too, son. Made me proud seeing you be a hot top with Jake." "Got another in the chamber for me, dad?" I asked, grabbing my dad's crotch through his jeans. "I do, son, but I've gotta go fuck your mom tonight, so you'll have to wait until next time." He leaned forward and kissed me again, this time putting his hands on both sides of my face and lingering as our tongues met. "Love you, son," he said as he then walked back into the house. I had to wait a minute to lose my boner before following him in and heading to my room to jack off before bed, knowing my dad was fucking my mom. To be continued.....