Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2018 00:09:11 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Dadfuckers Club pt. 4 Horny Dad Tales #33 The Dadfuckers Club Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) The usual disclaimers apply: this is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only. It contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between men. WARNING: This chapter involves water sports. Don't read further if piss play bothers you. A big thanks to Jockboy Brent for his suggestions and assistance. 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 #33 The Dadfuckers Club Chapter 4 Jim's story It was one of those first brisk autumn days and I was taking the ferry out to Staten Island, with the rest of the commuter crowd. I wish I'd worn a warmer jacket, but it was all right. Nick was having me over for the weekend, so I could put up with a little wind whipping off the water. It was my fourth time visiting Nick Amato, a recently retired fire chief who lived in Staten Island. I'm not sure if we were dating. I'm not even sure we needed to have that conversation. I was into the guy and he was into me. He'd just finalized his divorce a year ago and was living out some long-repressed urges. The ferry pulled up and it took me only a minute at the terminal to spot Nick's 07 Corolla. I remember the first time I'd come out here. "Hope you're not the dude to judge a date by the car," he'd said in his off-hand gruff way. "Had to downgrade in the settlement." He was able to keep the house, a modest but really nice single-family one further down the Island in the Huguenot area. Each time I came Nick offered to pick me up, to save the transit or cab journey down. "Hi ya, Jim," he greeted as I opened the passenger door and crawled in. His tall body seemed comically large in the compact car. He was taller than me and with an older version of my body type..... full-on mesomorph, strong bull muscle, a dad gut. Somewhere between beefy and burly. "That all you brought?" he asked, in his deep voice, nodding to my gym bag. I shut the door and he put the car in drive. "Yeah, I'm just here for two nights. Besides, we barely left your house last time." He laughed, a lusty laugh that told me he had been looking forward to this weekend as much as I had with him. We drove along, a little quiet. I knew why. The last visit I'd convinced him to share a fantasy. One he'd kept private or didn't share often. "You're going to think I'm sick, Jim." "As long as it doesn't involve kids or hurting anyone, I won't," I assured him. For a shy man, he seemed to embrace letting go when it was just us. "I've always wanted to try pissing." "Water sports, huh?" "You ever do it?" he asked excitedly. "Nope. I think I might have to work up to that one, Nick." He nodded understandingly but seemed relieved I wasn't freaked out. "What about you, buddy?" I took a breath. I never knew how this conversation would go. I've seen promising connections with hot guys end very suddenly. "Roleplay. You know, dad/son stuff." Nick laughed, "for real?" I felt embarrassed at his reaction. "For real. I've done it a few times. It's the hottest thing for me. Like crazy hot." I thought that might be it, but that evening when we were having sex, Nick dropped the "Dad" word and we were off. Heating up sex talk to a pitch I was not expecting, certainly from this man. Me fucking this big dude while he called me son was insanely hot. We'd processed afterward, lying back in his bed, his arm around my shoulders caressing my pec muscle affectionately. Turns out Nick had gotten into it, more than he thought he would be. "I thought it would be weird," he said. "It wasn't for you?" I asked. "Nope. It was... I don't know.... hot." Go for what you really want, right? I said it would be a trip to spend a whole weekend in role play. "Let's try it," Nick said, with a bit of thrill in his voice. "Next week. Come on out and I'll be your daddy for the weekend." Next weekend was here, and now that I was in Nick's car, it was like we didn't know how to start. Or how to get into a role. Nick took a gulp and reached over and patted my leg. "Glad you could come visit, son," he said softly, almost tentatively. It gave me a boner. "Of course, Dad," I replied. "Always great to see you, sir." Nick smiled at my use of sir. "I just wasn't sure... after what happened last time." I looked at Nick. He had an excited look on his face. I could tell he was horny to be doing this scene. "You kidding, Dad? It was," I paused for effect. "Incredible. I keep thinking about." Nick smiled, turning the car onto the next road. "Really, son?" He reached down and adjusted the crotch of his jeans. "Oh yeah," I said enthusiastically. "I, uh... well, I hope it's not a disrespectful thing to say, sir. But it was awesome to find out that my dad has a really big cock." Nick laughed, whether in character or out, I don't know. We had discussed our "characters" and scenario some but this was mostly ad-libbed. "Ha, that's no disrespect, Jim. Just the opposite." He shifted his legs. The talk was getting to him big time. "You're pretty hung yourself, too, you know." "We look so much alike." That was the crazy thing. We did look alike. Nick didn't look like my dad, really, but he looked like me, an older version with graying hair and a bigger belly. I could tell the man was thinking the same thing. "Maybe we can cancel those movie plans," he said. "You know, stay in. Just some father-son time for the Amato men." "I'd like that, Dad. Like last time?" We were getting closer to his place. "I don't know... I was thinking.... I'd like to try it the other way. Fucking you tonight, son." His words hung heavy, because of the incestuous role play but also because it had been a long time since I'd bottomed. Freshman year in college to be precise. At 24 I was long a confirmed and happy top, like the other guys in the Dadfuckers Club. I knew from his profile that Nick Amato was versatile and that he in particular loved topping young guys. So far we'd played it out the other way, with me taking top bunk. He'd tried to convince me to let him fuck me that second weekend, but I'd shot the request down. He was using the roleplay to try again to convince me. He saw my hesitation. "Come on, son. Your dad wants inside you so bad." His voice wasn't pleading. Instead it had an intense, sexual edge to that gave me goosebumps. And had me thinking about bottoming for Amato. He was now pulling into his driveway. "It's been a long time for me, Dad," I said quietly as Nick put the car in park and shut off the engine. "I wasn't crazy about getting fucked then either." Nick nodded, thoughtfully, paternally even. "You just haven't been with the right one, son. Who better than your old man?" he winked and leaned over. Our lips met and the kiss was electric. I may have had misgivings about putting out for Nick but the roleplay was exciting as hell. Surpassing my expectations, by far. "Come on," he growled. "Let's get your stuff and get inside. We can decide on the important stuff later." "Sure, Dad," I answered and opened the car door. "Want a beer?" he offered after I dropped my bag in his room and took a piss. He'd removed his fleece and looked great in his button-down shirt that bulged around his muscle and bulk. I had a feeling Nick was a sweats around the house kind of guy, but he always seemed to dress up for me, like he wanted to impress a date. I was still in business casual work clothes. "Sure," I said. We sat on the couch and made small talk, in character. I asked him about his fall landscaping around the house and the fundraising barbecue he'd helped organize for Ladder 87. He'd asked me about my workweek, and the promotion I was eying. It felt very liberating to role play like this, each of us finding ourselves more comfortable in our characters, and bringing our own selves into that character. The bottoming thing did nag in the back of my mind and I felt myself getting nervous, picking at the beer bottle label. Nick noticed and gave me a grimace. He lifted up his arm and said, "Come here, son." I scooted on to the couch next to him. We kissed, softly at first, then smirking as we broke apart we met with more tongue, more fervency. "Thatta boy," Nick cooed as he rubbed the back of my head. "Daddy's not going to make his boy do anything he doesn't want, is he?" "No sir," I said, heady with desire. "Damn Dad," I grunted as I felt his finger start undoing my dress shirt and feeling underneath. "I just want to feel my son's body. His big strong body," he muttered, kissing me now. "I can't believe you're all grown up now." I reached over and started returning the favor. I was really glad Amato hadn't worn an undershirt either. His gut and chest were hairy and his skin felt hot to the touch. The man was really fucking strong and the contrast between the softness of his belly and padding and the hardness of the muscle underneath was a major turnon. "You seem to like your dad's body, too," Nick cooed as my fingers explored his pecs. "Yes, sir," I said. "Even when I was young... I wanted to be big like you, Dad." Our lips met again, more intensely now. Nick practically growled when we separated. His voice was really deep. "I'll say you succeeded, son. Fucking rugby playing stud." He tugged at my shirt and pulled it out of my jeans. "Here... show Daddy what a big fucking man you are." His hands were now pulling my shirt off and caressing my bare chest. "Oh, Dad," I sighed. "Twenty-four and you're already getting big like your old man." "Yes, sir," I said, horny as fuck. "I'd be honored to be like you, Dad." Nick grinned and reached down and cupped my erection. "Almost as big as me down here, too, son." "Almost, Dad," I hissed. "You got a really fucking huge cock." I paused and for effected added, "sorry to curse, sir." Nick laughed. "That's all right. We're men. And I do have a really fucking huge cock." His lips ground into mine, his tongue thrusting in. Nick Amato was getting more and more turned on, I could tell. The dude wanted to fuck bad. "Let's take this to the bedroom, son. Maybe you can suck on daddy's fucking huge cock." "Oh yeah," I groaned. We stripped off across from one another, on either side of the bed, grinning playfully as we watched each other's bodies bared for one another. Nick was incredible naked. A tall, powerful specimen of man. Hairy front, big muscles, and the extra size I'd probably have at his age, if not sooner. And most of all his dick was very large. Not quite beer can but extra thick. It had a slight curve up as it jutted out from his crotch, and it kept going. Like nine or ten inches worth of very rigid daddy cock. "I figured a young dude like you might be more into your jock buddies," Nick said as he eyed me up. He clearly was impressed with what I had to offer, too. It's why we clicked online and why we clicked even more in person. It's why a fuck date turned into follow up, then another. "You kidding, Dad?" I said. "Those guys can't hold a candle to you. Besides I've always gone for older guys. Guess I'm a daddy's boy." "Oh fuck," Nick growled as he jumped on the bed. "Come up here, son," he urged. I complied and the minute I climbed on, Nick was on me. Kissing me, holding my body, easing us down into a lying position. Nick on top of course. His weight felt awesome on me. It was like our bodies were matched, his older and bigger but us as peers, too. "You know what I've been thinking about all week, son?" he asked. "What?" My breath was getting short with lust. "This," he announced and kissed his way down my chest and belly. I thought he was going to start sucking my cock but he went lower, by passing my crotch and nudging my legs apart and up. I got the picture and lifted them for him, pulling my knees back toward my chest. The ex-firefighter licked my pucker, much like I'd done to him the last couple of weeks. I don't know why he hadn't rimmed me yet, I guess I was so focused on topping. But the man could eat ass. He started slow and ever so gradually built up in intensity. It was seriously the best rim job I'd ever had. The man's tongue was long and thick and powerful as it eventually drilled past my ring. I was breathing fast and so was he as he leaned up, half crawling over me. "Please son," his voice heavy with need. "I gotta fuck you. Bad." It took a special man to top me, but Nick Amato was all that and more. I nodded, both eager and nervous. He lubed up, and took his time fingering my hole, checking with me every step of the way. His penetration was like that. Nick was a confident top but he knew I needed a slow entry. I won't lie. It was a lot of work going in. On my part to relax and on Nick's part to balance the need to push in with the need to hold back. Nick's really hung, both with length and girth, and my hole was inexperienced. But once his pubes pressed against my hole, I knew this was going to be something special. My insides felt alive and my prick twitched, begging for my hand to touch it. I didn't, not wanting to blast off just yet. Nick fucked me, reading my mood and deciding he could go faster. When he saw me thrilled at the sensation, he got the biggest smile. "Yeah?" he muttered. "My daddy's boy likes his old man's cock, huh?" "Yes, sir. Fuck me Dad," I hissed. This fuck wasn't diminishing my love of topping but it was rearranging some assumptions I had about myself. I held onto the man's meaty arms as he shoved his big dick into me over and over. "You're so tight, son," Nick hissed. "I don't think I can last long." "Go ahead, Dad," I urged, gripping my own cock to start sending pleasure waves to my balls and prostate. "Cum when you want." "You gonna be there with me, boy?" the man said as his fucking got faster and harder. "Gonna cum with Daddy?" "Oh Dad," I cried, my orgasm so close but not coming even though I want it so badly. Nick started huffing and pumping faster, clearly about to nut. He then shifted up and leaned further over me. The new angle sent me right to coming, a full-body orgasm that overwhelmed me. A simultaneous O with this firefighter stud was worth taking bottom bunk. The man was all smiles as we came to. "That was the first time I ever came with another guy," he said. "You OK, Jim?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know how but yeah, that was great. Damn, you gotta a big cock," I said, as he pulled back and the semi-hard phallus plopped free. "Thanks for doing that for me, buddy." He set down my legs and went to fetch a washcloth for me. Maybe part of my top ego was bruised, but the other part of me felt silly. I'd just gotten fucked, by a man who knew what the hell he was doing, and I had loved it. **** The next morning I slept in. I awoke in Nick's bed, sheets dissheveled, and could smell bacon and coffee wafting up to the room. I slipped on my briefs and went to join him. He looked like a million bucks in lounge pants but bare chested. A big spread was laid out on the table. Eggs, bacon, hash browns, English muffin, coffee, and orange juice. "Damn, I could get used to this." Nick seemed pleased. "I'm not a cook, except for breakfast. I figured you deserve a big meal after last night." I did eat heartily, hungrier than I had realized. Nick gave me an extra helping of bacon. "For my growing boy," he winked. "Thanks for the roleplay, Nick," I said in seriousness. "It's an incredible rush." "Fun for me, too. And yeah, I've noticed the boner it gives you." We finished up and I offered to clean up. Nick tried to refuse the offer but I insisted. "Well, I'm going to go clean up. You sure you're good?" "Yeah, go ahead." It didn't take long. Loading the dishwasher and washing a couple of skillets. Pretty soon I'd dried and tidied up the kitchen area. I heard the shower starting up as I neared the master bedroom. I tugged down my briefs and aired my junk with a quick grab and then stepped in the bathroom to join him. "Impatient to get things started, huh?" he said as I opened the shower door and stepped in. "I'm 24, of course I'm impatient," I shot back. My dick was hard and Nick's was on its way, too. We embraced and kissed, our hands feeling along each other's soapy bodies. "Nice, son..." Nick whispered, his hands tracing along my pecs and over my shoulders. "Dad," I said, "you ever piss with a hardon?" Nick seemed surprised. But cautious. "Sometimes, when I wake up with a boner and have to go." "Wanna go now?" I asked. Nick grinned. "You sure, son?" I reached over and turned off the shower and stood before him. "Yeah, Dad. Let er rip." He held my arms, gipping my triceps as he stood about six inches apart from me. His hard prick jerked and I could see him bearing down. Then a spurt of piss sprayed right up and hit me right between the pecs. "Nice!" I encouraged. It was a weird sensation, but definitely erotic. Nick's cock had relaxed enough so that the spray started up again. A regular hosing of my stomach and crotch. I thought I'd try to see if I could do it. Pissing with a boner was tough but my own piss started spurting, right onto the older man's body. We hosed each other's stomach, occasionally spraying higher to the chest. The liquid felt warm on the skin. It was kinky and weird but I liked it. "That was the hottest thing in my life," Nick grunted. Nick, not my Dad character. This was about his fantasy now. "You drained dry?" I asked. "No," he replied. "But it might take me a sec to relax enough for more." "Same," I said. "You liking this?" He seemed surprised. "It's kind of cool," I admitted. "You want to go further?" he asked me tentatively. "How much further?" I was nervous. "I've thought about more. I don't want to freak you out, though," Nick said. I felt his flank, feeling the spot where the love handles gave way to the hardness of his lats. "Why don't you tell me and I'll decide if it's too much?" He nodded. "There's a lot of fantasized about... but for starters, I've love to taste your piss." I can't say I didn't see that coming, but it's still weird to hear this former fireman, big guy at that, say such a thing. "If you don't want to..." he started, to give me an out. "Nah, it's good. We can try it." This was out of my normal comfort zone, but the earlier moment had been a turn on. Thankfully my hardon had gone down some, so that as Nick crouched down in front of me, I could let a stream loose. "On the side of my face first," he directed and I aimed it as his cheek. "Oh yeah," he said. "So fucking hot." Then he opened his mouth and turned a little so my urine entered his mouth. He let it fill for a second, then spit it out before opening it again. Gurgling excitedly. Dude was majorly into it. He repeated this, then the next time he just swallowed my piss. "Oh fuck yeah!" he cried before putting his mouth closer to my dick. I didn't know how much I had left in my bladder but I did my best to keep it coming. And as my stream slowed to a trickle, Nick leaned forward and actually took my cockhead into his mouth, suckling at the decreased flow. I was getting fully hard once more. I bore down on my bladder and renewed the flow as Nick actively sucked my cock. I had to admit it was a rush pissing into Big Nick's mouth while he blew me. He'd keep some of the liquid in his oral cavity as he sucked, creating all sorts of surprising sensations. I had stopped the urination, and excitedly he gulped it down the reservoir in his mouth as he flagged his cock. The man was entering an orgasm, turned on by living out his kink. All this was turning me on, too, I admit. The tap had gone dry now, and the big guy was bobbing his head up and down on my prick. The fact he'd just come didn't deter his enthusiasm in giving head. I ran my fingers through the hair damp still damp from the shower. I wondered if Nick's fantasy involved someone pissing on his head. It was a crazy idea, especially since two weeks ago I had never considered piss play in the least. Amato was showing me new tricks and maybe he was going to show me a couple more. Not before I fed him a load of my cum. The daddy's an incredible cocksucker. I'm a morning guy, hard when I wake up and with a good amount of jizz stored up. It all came spurting into Nick's throat as he did his best to gulp it down. "Goddamn, that was nice," I said, feeling the aftershocks of my prick in his mouth, before the sucking sensation became too much stimulation and I pulled back hurriedly. "Easy!" I warned. Nick stood up. "I would say you made my weekend, Jim," he said. "But you made my fucking year. That was incredible." He leaned forward to kiss me but I put my hand up. "Mouthwash first, dude," I joked. *** The rest of the day we spent as Nick and Jim, not Dad and Son. Doing normal weekend stuff. A jog in the park, an afternoon movie, and a nice Italian dinner out. Nick seemed to be smirking through our dinner. "What?" I laughed. "It's been such a great weekend, I don't want it to be over." "Me either," I said. "It's not over yet, though." "You're right." Nick looked up at me. For an older, gruffer guy, he could work those brown puppy dog eyes of his. "Um maybe, you could come over some night this week. I'll drive you back to the ferry bright and early and you'll be at work normal time." "Um, sure," I said. "Am I moving too fast?" has asked me, concerned. "A little, yeah," I admitted. Nick had been the one from the outset to say he'd just gotten through a messy divorce and wasn't looking for anything serious. I still didn't know the man well, but it seemed like he might be gung-ho when it came to relationships. That was his nature: all in when he decided he wanted something. "But I'll give the dating thing a try," I said. "I don't think I've ever felt an instant connection like we got." Nick smirked, happy with my answer. "We're pretty good together, kid, aren't we?" he winked. I lowered my voice and whispered. "Yeah, Dad." It gave me a bone to reference him like that, in this public place. He chuckled at my kink and leaned back. "Maybe you can come over to my place some night, too," I said. Our first hookup had been at my apartment, but since then I'd been coming out to Staten Island. "I'm a little self-conscious with your roommates there," he started, but he rethought his initial impulse mid-sentence, "... but sure, I'd be glad to come over." Just then, the waitress approached and refilled his water glass. "You're pretty thirsty tonight, aren't you?" she asked teasingly. Nick smiled in response. "Guess I am. Went for a long run today," he explained. It was only then that I realized Nick had been been chugging down the water. When she left I looked at him with "I can't believe you" look. Nick shrugged. "What? We don't gotta. But if you're up for it later, I wanted to be ready." "Your like a kid with a new toy," I teased. "Pretty much," Nick replied, eyes twinkling mischievously. "One I didn't think I was going to get. Thank you." I gave him a sly look and picked up my pint glass. He'd been drinking his Lite beer, but I went for the lager. Steadily I gulped down the last half of the glass, while Nick looked on excitedly. "Fuck," he whispered. I chased it with some water, then flagged down the waitress for another beer. "You really into this?" Nick asked. I nodded. "Most of it is that you're so into it. But this morning was fun. I want to try it some more." Nick reached under the table I could tell he was adjusting his crotch. I was hard through much of that meal, myself. We skipped desert and paid the bill, making a point to gulp down our water glasses before leaving. Big Nick was chuckling like a little kid when we made our way to the car. "I gotta piss soon," he admitted. "Yeah," I agreed. I don't know that I was as bad off as him, but my bladder was pretty full. We drove and I saw a convenience store ahead. "Can you wait 5 extra minutes?" I asked. "Go ahead and pull over." Nick looked at me surprised as we pulled in the parking lot and dashed in. About a minute later I jogged out with two 1.5L water bottles. "Oh my god, you're evil, man." Nick said as he took a bottle from me, unscrewing the bottle and tossing it back for a swig. "I'm so horny." I watched a few inches worth of water drained from the bottle as I quickly followed suit. "I feel so bloated," he said, patting his belly. He set down the bottle and drove us toward his house, while I took good-sized sips from mine. I was nearly finished with my water bottle when we pulled up to his place. Nick turned off the car and with one go down the rest of his bottle. Tossing it to the car floor he leaned over and kissed me hard, his tongue pushing right through my parted lips. "Goddamn," he said. "Let's get inside, Jim." We kind of dashed to the door and I laughed when I saw how excited Nick was. The big man shedding his clothes as we walked straight to the bathroom. Our shirts removed, we kissed excitedly as we kicked off our shoes, undid our jeans and pulled them down, along with our underwear. That firefighter cock was rigid and huge. I'd seriously wondered how I'd taken it the previous night. It seemed even fiercer now. Nick pulled off his socks and stepped into the shower as I fiddled with my own socks. "I gotta piss so bad, buddy," he groaned. "Yeah," I agreed. And then I stepped into the shower with him. The minute I did his piss shot straight out of his hardon and right on my shoulder. "Fuck yeah!" I encouraged. Nick smiled and put his hands on his hips. All the water he'd drunk meant he was full and ready to urinate a steady stream. He swayed his hips, letting his big wang move side to side, coating my chest with its spray. I had to chuckle inwardly at the idea that this firefighter had a thing for using his hose to water everything in sight. My own bladder felt like it would burst, too, and it did. A hard waterspout splashed against Nick's chest. "Aw yeah, buddy, piss on me!" His voice was deep and lusty. I loved how turned on the man was by all this. I used my hand to guide my cock and direct my stream over every inch of his belly and chest. His own urination had shut off, I suspect from his sexual excitement more than from having emptied the tank. With a groan he turned around and let my piss hose his broad back and down further. Once it touched his meaty ass the man let out an excited yelp. "Oh god, yeah," he cried. I pissed on his cheeks and watched as he spread them and let the warm liquid trickle down the crack, too. It was a crazy hot sight and my own erection was raring up and the piss was slowing down to a trickle. Nick turned around, majorly hard and breathing heavy. "God this is so incredible, Jim," he said and met me in a hot kiss. We made out, gripping our wet bodies and grinding our cocks against one another. I gave another spurt through my hardon and Nick moaned and did the same to me. He pulled back and looked me in the eye. "Can I convince you to drink some of mine, buddy?" His hand massaging my shoulder and his big prick insistently pressing into mine. "Oh man, I don't know, Nick," I said. "You don't gotta, but it'd be awesome to see that. I'll let you fuck me tonight." "I'm gonna fuck you tonight regardless," I said, regaining my assertiveness. Nick laughed. "Come on. Just a taste." I was intrigued, but still nervous and weirded out by the idea. Mostly the latter. "I can't, man. Sorry." Then, "You like pushing the envelope don't you?" "Yeah, I'm being greedy," he laughed. "Seriously, Jim, It's been such a trip to explore this with you." He ran his hands up and down my body. "OK if I have another drink?" "Be my guest," I said and Nick knelt in front of me. I started the flow, directing it side to side along his upper chest. "Higher, bud," he urged me and I let it go to his mouth. "Oh yeah," he grunted right as the spurt filled his mouth. The tap turned off and I had to bear down again. It sprayed over his head and into his eyes some. "Whoa!" Nick cried. "Sorry, man," I said. "It's all right," he said. "Kinda hot, actually," he added and leaned forward and took my cockhead in his mouth. I fed him my piss while he let out deep sexual moans and sucked every drop down. If this scene had been a surprise turn on for me, it was mind blowing for big Nick. He finally stood up and we unloaded what was left in our bladders on one another's torso. At last we were all pissed out, and Nick started the shower to rinse us off. We toweled off and went to his bed, but not before Nick rinsed his mouth out. "I don't think I need the foreplay," I said, hopping on his bed. "That was wild." Nick met me for a kiss, pulling my damp nude body onto his. "Me either. Just fuck me Jim." I found the trusty lube and slicked up while Nick leaned his big body back and spread his legs for me. A quick lube job with my fingers and I was leaning forward, pushing into his hole. Nick was a pretty good bottom but he never accommodated me so quickly as that night. He opened right up and moaned as my prick pushed right up into him. "Fuck me, buddy. My piss buddy knows how to turn Daddy on." "You liked that, huh, Dad?" I teased as I thrust into him. Hard. And again. Nick's ass was amazing and I knew it wouldn't take long for either of us to come. "I hope that's not the last time we do that, son," he said. "I liked it," I admitted. "Pissing on you, having you piss on me." "Oh bud, fuck me man. Fuck me hard." He was flagging his cock. I'm surprised he hadn't come yet, he was so worked up. As hot as the fucking was, the pissplay still had an erotic hold on us. "Next weekend I'm gonna drink a big fucking gallon of water and piss all in your mouth, Nick." The man lout out a deep loud cry and I watched his cum spray all over his meaty expanse. I held onto his legs and pounded harder. "Gonna fucking come into you, man!" I announced and then had an incredible orgasm. Like one you get after edging for hours. Our lips met, more softly now. Nick looked up at me affectionately. Maybe a little thoughtfully. "What are you thinking, man?" I asked. "I just... I can't believe a 24 year old just gave me the best sex of my life. Hands down." I kissed him again, with more tongue this time. "Well a 50 year old just gave me mine."