Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2018 00:45:25 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Father's Day Gifts Father's Day Gifts Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) The usual disclaimers apply: this is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only. Nifty Archive relies on the support from readers to keep doing the awesome work they're doing. Please take some time to pay back and pay it forward. Horny Dad Tales #29 Father's Day Gifts Mark Edwards set down his golf clubs in the entry foyer to his suburban home as his son Scott followed his lead. It had been a long day. Tomorrow he'd put the golf bags in their proper place. Scott liked seeing his Dad with a little buzz from the nineteenth hole drink and the awards ceremony. They didn't win the annual Father-Son golf tournament at Mark's club, but they'd put in a pretty good showing, better than last year. It had been fun to see their playing partners, the Weavers take first place, but the Edwards were nowhere in that league. Mark looked over at his son. A rising sophomore at the in-state university and, though he had a lot of his mother's looks in him, a chip off the block. Six-foot-one, lean athletic build, his dark brown hair grown out a little since Winter Break. Had his father's broad shoulders and roman nose. Mark teased his boy for being such a fashion plate on the links, but it seemed all the younger men in the club were that way, going for low-cut, bright colored trousers and the trim-fit shirts. They suited Scott's body perfectly, since he had a good amount of bulk on his young body but still cut a trim figure compared to his father's suburban-dad build. "Like a beer, son?" Mark asked. "Nice night to enjoy the deck." He was still adjusting to divorced life in a smaller townhouse, but the deck made the place feel like home to him. "Sure, Dad, " Scott said, "Though I'm gonna jump in the shower first, wash off the day's grime." He went ahead and pulled off his trim-cut golf shirt. "Um, yeah, go ahead," the dad replied. Mark couldn't help but stare at his boy's nude torso, the perfect square-cut pecs and the rippled abs dusted with just a hint of brown fur. He wondered lewdly if he was getting that for his Father's Day present, but he was the one who'd laid down the law last year. Scott had taken it all in stride, in that laid-back way of his, and things had seemed normal for the last eleven months. Still, there were times when the lust boiled up in Mark's veins. Mark popped open a beer. He'd already had such a perfect day with Scott, he felt guilty for even fantasizing about more more. Scott didn't take long but Mark was already several sips into his beer when his son walked out, with a towel wrapped around his waist. "God that felt great," he said. He picked up the beer his dad had brought out for him and took a swig. "That's even better," he laughed. Mark found himself staring again. He gulped and knew he shouldn't be looking at his boy like that. "I think I may shower as well," he said, standing up from his deck chair. He could feel Scott's eyes on him, heavy in their stare, expectant. Mark couldn't help it. He pulled his looser fitting golf shirt up over his head, letting his son see his hairy chest. He wasn't model fit like Scott but he was solid, all man. He'd kept up his chest and shoulder and arm muscle with exercise, despite his white collar job. So what if he had a little extra padding now? His boy's appreciative gaze made him feel like the studliest man in the world. That feeling was dangerously addictive. "Sure, Dad," Scott replied, his voice soft as if he wanted to say something else, but he picked up his beer and leaned against the deck railing, watching his father's built back as he walked back through the sliding doors and into the house. Mark's cock grew rigid as he showered, and he considered tossing a load out then and there. Lord knows it wouldn't take more than a few tugs as worked up as he was. But he decided to wait. Later tonight, after they'd gone to bed, he could take his time and replay the day in his head for a good cum... Scott couldn't take any more. As he heard the shower start, he went to his father's bedroom, dropped his towel in the process and stopping to pick up a well-worn pair of shorts and a few wrapped presents. He knew what his father had said, about respecting lines, about getting back to normal, but he thought back to the way Dad had looked at him all day, and even more at that award banquet. And the squeeze on his shoulders as they stood and get their picture taken holding the third place plaque. And the look on his face, proud, but something else, too. Well, Scott hoped he was making the right call. "Scott," Mark stopped in his tracks as he saw his son sitting on his bed, wearing only a flimsy pair of gym shorts. "Anything wrong?" Scott picked up the packages and grinned. "Happy Father's Day, Dad." He wished his Dad wouldn't get dressed and was disappointed to see him step into his boxer shorts. But damn, the man looked hot, his hunky hairy body mostly bared for him as he came to sit next to him. "I told you no gifts, son," Mark half-scolded, but secretly he was glad his son had thought of him. "They're just a little something, Dad," Scott replied excitedly. "Fair warning, though: it's the kind of cheesy stuff Dads always get for Father's Day." "Yeah?" Mark laughed, thinking back to the collection of unused soap-on-a-rope he'd built up when the kids were little. "I'll let you in on a little secret...." he said peeling off the wrapping paper from one box. "Dads love all the cheesy gifts." "It's the thought that counts?" Scott said. "It's true. You won't believe that until you have kids, Scott." His eyes met his sons as their faces fixed one another just a foot of space between them. Mark wanted to lean over and kiss his boy right then, but kept his impulse in check and unwrapped the gift. It was a new tie, a nice blue pindot necktie that was a step up from the cartoony ones he got as a kid. "Oh, Scott, it's great," he said, shocked and a little mad his son had spent the money. "I thought you'd look handsome in it, Dad," Scott beamed. He shuffled a bit and shyly asked, "OK if I put it on you?" "I'd have to get a dress shift first." "No, just to see what's it's like with your brown eyes," he said and gripping the tie, he wrapped it around his father's neck and deftly formed a quick half windsor, tightening the knot and slipping up his father's neck as Mark watched on, rapt and happy. "I like the look, Dad," he joked, seeing his father wearing only his boxers and a tied necktie that hung perfectly in the valley of his meaty, fatherly pecs. Mark sighed in frustration as his son's fingers ran along his hairy chest. He felt he should admonish his boy but the contact might have been accidental, he rationalized. Besides, he was enjoying the glow of their bonding of the day and truth be told was getting turned on now. "OK," his son said, sitting back on the bed, his youthful eagerness seeming younger than his 19 years. "Open the next one." "Scott you really shouldn't have." "Dad! Come on," he cried, and his father unwrapped the next. A cologne bottle. "I know it's your favorite. It's mine too," he said, his deep voice getting more excited as his dad opened the cologne box and pulled out the bottle. "Very nice, son." He pulled off the cap. "Here, let me," Scott said and took the bottle and sprayed his father's hairy chest, letting that familiar and aphrodisiac seep in. "I'm hoping I can borrow it from time to time, too," he said hopefully. "Sure, son," Mark said, his voice croaking. By now his boy was sitting very close to him, and despite the innocence of the present opening, he could feel a sexual tension. Scott turned the bottle on his own collegiate body and gave a couple of quick sprays. "I want to smell like my Daddy sometimes," he said with a wink. It was a crude and sexual thing to say but even he was unprepared to feel his father's mouth on his, pressing insistently, the man's rough hands massaging his smooth stomach and chest. "Oh Scotty," Mark moaned, overwhelmed by the repressed feelings boiling over. "Happy Father's Day Dad," Scott moaned into his father's mouth, his own hands exploring his dad's amazing body. He'd missed it a lot over the last year. "Couldn't get any better, son," Mark huffed, his dick now steel hard in his underwear. Scott pulled back and picked up the third box. "You got one more present, Dad." Mark was turned on like crazy and feeling impatient. "Damnit. Can't that wait, Son?" "You'll like it Dad, I promise. Go ahead, open it." As much to appease his boy as anything, Mark pulled his body back from the improper embrace. He half thought of collecting his senses altogether, getting dressed even, but his hardon throbbed in his boxers. The father ripped open the paper and tore the box open. A package of golf balls. "Thank you, son," he said in a voice typical of a Dad getting a bunch of golf balls he doesn't really need. Scott laughed. "No Dad, I don't think you get it." His dad looked at him blankly. "Remember last year... when we made each other tell a secret fantasy." "Yeah," Mark nodded, then blushed deep red. "Oh, Scotty, you don't think I'd expect you to..." "I've been working on it, Dad," he smiled. "Gotten pretty good, too." With a grin he tugged down his shorts and his father practically gasped at seeing his son's meaty erection once more, after a long year. But he didn't stop there. Scott leaned back and lifted his legs, spreading them to show his father his asshole. It was young and puckered but slightly loosened with practice. And heavily lubed. Mark could see the shiny wetness of lubricant smeared all over the crack and hole. "See it, Dad?" At first Mark didn't see anything other than his boy's beautiful hole. But the pucker twitched and dilated and sure enough he saw a peek of white inside, then a golf ball popped out through the ring, landing on his bed like a mini projectile. "Fuck!" Mark growled, unable to believe the nastiness of the sight before him. "I put just one in now, but I've worked my way up to 3, almost to four now," Scott huffed proudly. "Fuck," Mark growled then fumbling with the package. Excitedly he pulled one of the balls out and slowly brought it down between his son's legs. Placing it at the young man's pucker. It indented the round dimpled ball into the somewhat elastic anus before he felt his son's natural tightness kick in. He looked up at Scott. "You sure about this?" he asked, turned on, but concerned. "Put it in, Dad," Scott breathed and grunted as his father did just that. The entry was the hardest part, at least for the first couple, but as his dad's finger nudged the golf ball, deeper it felt much like when Scott had practiced on himself. "Fuck," Mark growled, reaching down to grip his erection. He was a little embarrassed at how much this perverted activity turned him on, but that didn't stop him from pulling out a second ball from the gift package. Leaning his muscular body over, he opened his bedside table and rifled through for his trusted lubricant. Scott grinned as he watched his dad pour a good coating on the second ball. "Pretty hot, huh, Dad?" "You've worked up to three, you say?" he asked excitedly. Scott nodded. "Yes, sir. " "Well here comes number two." With a faster and more deliberate pace this time, he placed the second ball at Scott's hole and pushed it in. Scott bit his teeth at the intrusion but his cock throbbed as his rectum got stuffed with a second one. "Oh fuck," the son hissed, clearly turned on now. "I think this might be as much a present for you, as for me," his dad teased. He stood up and shucked his boxers before sitting back down on the bed. Scott's eyes widened at the sight of his father's hardon. Sure, he'd seen it before, but it had been too long. And now the man's phallus looked bigger, more imposing than the son remembered it. He raised his leg a little to give his dad access to place a third and properly lubed golf ball at his entry way. By now the sphincter was relaxing and the ball plopped in without too much difficulty. Scott was feeling stuffed, though, the spheres making his insides twitch excitedly. As soon as his eyes traveled up from between his legs to look forward, his father's mouth was on his, kissing him wildly and guiding him back to the mattress. Scott grunted as he felt his father's nude body on top of his, the gift tie falling between their nude bodies and the cologne filling their nostrils. His father's kisses were rough and lustier than he'd ever experience, and the man's rigid cock traced a trail of slime along Scott's belly. "Think you can hold them in a minute longer?" his dad asked. Scott nodded, cautiously, because the golf balls were starting to strain his internal muscles. He was rewarded with a big smile from Mark before the dad crawled down to his son's crotch and started taking the teen dick into his mouth. The cocksucking took Scott by surprise and he arched his back, spread his legs slightly and cupped the side of his father's head. "Oh Dad, oh god, that's good." His dad WAS really good at this, but it was the combination of the father's tongue and suck action with the stuffed feeling of his guts that pushed him over the edge. He cried out, almost a whimper, which turned into a loud, deep grunt, deeper than his voice normally went. Mark coughed. This was more semen being fired into this mouth than he expected. More than he ever had swallowed. He had to pull off, just for a second to swallow and get some air, but he was back on the spurting son rod, now slurping down its salty discharge. He leaned up, just a little and circled his finger at his son's hole. The first golf ball slid out to meet it, then popped right out, shooting into the dad's hand. Then the second. Mark dug in further with his two fingers to dislodge number three. It took some writhing, but soon he had it out, too. He looked up at Scott, apologetically. "Sorry, son, I gotta..." He leaned up now, and the erection left no doubt what the father had in mind. "Go ahead, sir. Happy Father's Day." Mark entered his boy for a quick but pleasurable release. When he withdrew his cock was covered in a heavy sheen of his own seed. When he finally rolled off his son's body, he looked at his tie. "I'm afraid I ruined your gift," he said. Scott met him for a soft kiss. "It's OK Dad. Maybe that one's for the bedroom," he laughed. Mark got a concerned look on his face. The Dad side of his possibility returning now that the sexual release had come. "We weren't supposed to do that." Scott shrugged. He no longer bothered to try to talk his father out of the guilt he knew would go away. "I know, Dad."