Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2017 17:31:27 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Horny Dad Tales #26: When the Admiral Comes Home When the Admiral Comes Home Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) The usual disclaimers apply: this is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only. It depicts sexual relations between relatives, so if that bothers you read no further. Nifty Archive relies on the support from readers to keep doing the awesome work they're doing. Please consider helping with a donation. Thanks to those readers out there who've taken a moment to write. That's what inspires me to write these. For more of my stories, check out the authors page at Nifty and my Drakestories Tumblr: http://drakestories.tumblr.com/ Horny Dad Tales #26 When the Admiral Come Home Admiral Steve Borston stood on the running track that surrounded the Jefferson High football practice field. Wearing his dress blues, he stood legs spread and arms behind his back, surveilling the team doing drills. It was like a scene from a Normal Rockwell painting, every time he came back to his Illinois hometown. He'd gone far in his career and now enjoyed life between San Diego and DC but these trips home always brought back pleasant memories. The coach, Mike Sewell, had been Borston's best friend growing up and had remained so, despite the distance. They were like brothers, and the Admiral kept up on news of Jefferson's football team like he was a townsperson. Coach S noticed his buddy standing next to the chain link fence and walked toward him. As he got closer he held out his hand and grasped the admiral's in a firm handshake. "Steve you son of a bitch, good to see you. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" he said, all smiles. Borston gave a grin in return, "Wasn't sure of my schedule until last minute. Besides, I wanted it to be a surprise." Coach let go of the man's hand and had a look on his face like he wanted to tell him so much. "Well I'll be. How long are you in town?" "Was thinking maybe the weekend. I don't have to be back until Tuesday." Thank god for the long weekend. The officer looked at him with a half-expectant expression on his chiseled, handsome face. "I hope you didn't book a hotel, bud, cause you're staying with us." That made Borston smile. Not only Sewell's offer but the familiar tone his friend always used with him. He was used to being treated with authority, day in, day out. And while he loved the deference other men gave him, it was nice to be a normal Midwestern guy when with Mike. "Thanks, Mike, sounds good." The Coach smiled in return and turned back to the field. He blew his whistle. "Sewell!" he shouted, "come over here! Dronkowski you can go over and do drills with Peterson." On the field, or any time they were in front of the team, Mike called his son by his last name, just like all the other players, to emphasize fair treatment. Tom Sewell looked up and broke into a smile when he saw the Admiral standing there next to his dad. He tossed the ball to his friend and teammate Ritchie Collins and started jogging toward the sideline fence. The Admiral watched in deep appreciation as the young man wearing shorts, a practice jersey and cleats bounded toward them. Damn, Tom was a golden boy incarnate. Clean cut, dark blond hair, hazel eyes, cheeks flushed red from the exertion of practice. He'd had a growth spurt at an early age, shooting up to 6'6", a couple inches taller than his dad even, but over the last year, he'd really packed on muscle and the 18 year old looked like a collegiate athlete already at 220 pounds of solid, sculpted football bulk. "Hello Admiral," he said. Unlike his father, Tom always used Steve's title in addressing him. "Great to see you, sir." The athlete never could get over how handsome his father's best friend was. If anything, age, and the graying of the man's closely cropped temples, made him even more attractive, more authoritative. He felt his cock firm in his jock strap. "Good to see you, too, Tom," the older man said. "You're looking real good, son. You've grown into a real man, haven't you?" "Yessir," Tom blushed. Coach Sewell smiled in satisfaction as he watched the two favorite men silently appraise each other. "Tom," he said, "If you wanna take ten, you know, give Steve a proper welcome...." The quarterback looked at his father with excitement. "Yeah, Dad, I mean, thanks, Coach." The admiral chuckled at the slip up, but his main reaction was feeling his thick long cock firm up in his uniform. "OK if we use the usual place, Mike?" It felt so nasty asking the kid's father point blank like that, but he and Mike had no secrets. Mike nodded. "Sure. I'll keep watch." It felt surreal to Tom to be making small talk as he and the Admiral walked to the far end, to the visitor's field house. Then circling behind the brick structure. In fact, they were talking about Tom's college plans when they got to their spot on the back side of the building, obscured by trees. The athlete paused in mid sentence and felt the weight of anticipation and lust. He wanted nothing more to kiss the middle-aged man, but didn't want to do anything disrespectful. Fortunately, the admiral was on the same wavelength. "God, you're beautiful, son," he said, reaching his hand up and running it along the backside of Tom's head, drawing him in and feeling sweat transfer from the short bristly hair to the palm of his hand. The kiss felt electric, passionate, and pretty soon, the naval officer was full-on erect. He felt a tentative touch of Tom's hand on his crotch, as if asking permission. Steve broke the kiss, and nodded. "Go ahead, Tom, unzip me." Tom didn't take his eyes of the man as he pulled down the zipper and fished his paw inside. There it was, magnificent and erect. The admiral has his dad beat by a couple of really fat inches, and the knowledge both made Tom ashamed and excited. He shouldn't envy anything bigger than his Dad and his father was always the man he most looked up to in the world. But the Admiral was a close second, about as much an ideal of masculinity as he could envision. He pulled the cock out of the uniform and stroked its rigid firmness. There it was, powerful, commanding. "You remember what to do with it, Tom?" Steve breathed in a low voice. "You remember how to suck one this big?" Borston normally wasn't a braggart, but he knew how this kid loved the size of his penis and the pure admiration turned him on. "Yessir," came the reply, equally low but confident. He wished he could stay like this for a long time, face to face with the man, holding the prick in his hand. Staring down at a prize phallus throbbing four inches away from him. The men feeling each other's heartbeat through the connection. But his dad, his coach, had told him ten minutes, and he knew he had a job to do. He let go of the hard staff and crouched down. "Holy mother of Christ," the officer hissed as his dick entered the teen's hot cocksucking mouth. Not only had Tom not forgotten how to suck a cock this size, the jock had amazingly gotten better. Perfect suction and friction, combined with the bobbing action of his mouth. "That's it, suck my cock. Suck me like you suck your daddy. He told me you were getting real fucking good at this, but I didn't believe him... I know now. Jesus, Tom, you're gonna make me. Christ! Ungh! Fck!" The man's staying power had gone, it was almost like his first blowjob, in the back seat of a car after senior prom. Not even a minute and a half and the 52 year old was shooting his semen into Tom's open, eager throat. The look on the young athlete's face was one of pride as he pulled off and suckled the last dribbles of salty white juice from the oversized cock's tip. "Damn, sir, you shot big. Been saving that one?" The admiral let out a little appreciative growl as he hooked his hands on Tom's arms and pulled him up. "Yeah, I was hoping you and your Dad would test my endurance this weekend." He gave a quick kiss before he recognized Tom's urgent need. He pulled back and ran his hands along the teen's bulge. "I bet it's not gonna take you long, is it?" "No sir," Tom whimpered in an almost pleading tone. He didn't dare ask the man to reciprocate, but he sure was glad when he felt the strong hands peeling down his shorts and jockstrap, freeing an aching hardon into the autumn air. And he was even happier as the decorated officer crouched down and took him in his mouth. Steve Borston was good, real good at this. Tom looked down and couldn't believe the sight. The powerful man in uniform, sucking him off. He wanted to touch him, to place his hands on the salt-and-pepper haired head. But he knew he had to be respectful, so he forced his hands to his side and let the admiral do the work. Only Tom couldn't stay like that. Instinct and teen hormones took over. He touched the hair, running his fingers through it as the man expertly fellated him. Then Tom's grip grew firm, holding Steve steady as he began gently thrusting his teen dick in and out of his mouth. Then more impetuous, those thrusts became harder, faster. Tom's quarterback finger gripped harder as he furiously pounded his way toward his nut, which pulsed heavily into the admiral's throat. The older man caught his breath when Tom withdrew. "Sorry about that, sir," the young man said as he came to his senses. "I got carried away." Steve pulled out a handkerchief to wipe off as he stood back up and zipped his uniform pants again. "That's OK, son. Like I say, you've grown into a real man." Tom beamed at the compliment. "But," the man continued, "you better get back to practice of your dad will have both our asses." "Yes, sir," Tom laughed and pulled up his shorts before bounding back to the field. The admiral sauntered back more slowly and when he got there, the coach approached again. "What did I tell you?" he asked. "You weren't kidding. Forgive me for being impertinent, Mike, but your boy can really suck cock. I feel ten pounds lighter after that load he sucked out." Mike laughed. Any other man he would have punched for talking that way about his son, but from Steve, the appraisal felt like the ultimate compliment to his parenthood. "You not gonna be too drained for a good session tonight will ya?" "Nah, man, I got a lot more in me. My sex drive hasn't slowed down at all with age, if anything, it's even more off the charts." "Tell me about it. I sometimes think the boy's hormones are rubbing off on me." Steve chuckled. "Listen," the coach said. "I gotta finish practice, here, but you know where the spare key is. Make yourself at home and we'll be back in another hour or so." The two men shook hands. "Thanks, Mike, great to be back home." *** Steve let himself through the backdoor of the modest ranch house on a leafy residential street. The guest room was exactly as he'd last seen it, with the addition of a few of Tom's athletic trophies and photos decorating the otherwise spare furnishings. He undid the uniform buttons and found a hanger for his jacket. Maybe it was the blowjob or the day of flying but Steve was tired. A nice hot shower would work wonders. So that's what he did. He dried off from the shower, picked up a pair of his favorite Navy running shorts and pulled them on, commando. Reclining on the full-sized bed, he propped up some pillows and read through some work emails. A couple of quick replies but nothing else that couldn't wait. He set aside his phone and peeled off his reading glasses, wiping his eyes. He scooted down and shut his eyes, letting himself doze. When he woke the sun was lower as it gets in early September. Rousing awake he heard the Sewells were back home. Getting up, he padded down the hall, his hairy chest bared and walked toward the other men's voices, on the back patio. Mike had started the grill and was drinking a beer while Tom set the table on the deck. "Hey you're up," the father said as Steve stepped out through the sliding doors. "Yeah, I think I needed that." He felt self conscious standing there in almost no clothing, nothing other than his flimsy shorts, but seeing the young quarterback's eyes on him made him feel proud of his body and manly as fuck. Involuntarily the admiral found himself standing with straight posture and sticking his muscular chest out. "You want a beer? I've stocked up for the long weekend," Mike offered. Steve smiled. "Sounds awesome." Mike nodded over to the cooler. "Tom, why don't you get one for Steve. The ones on the bottom should be colder. And feel free to grab one for yourself." Tom restrained his excited smile, but it wasn't often his dad would let him have a beer with him. Having Admiral Borston visit was like a holiday in itself. "Yessir," he said eagerly. It didn't take Steve long to notice that Mike was throwing some major wood in his coach's shorts. Tom laughed when he realized where the Navy man was looking. "Ha, Dad's been boned all afternoon. He tried to hide it all through practice." "Hard to hide one this size," the man answered. Then, "I'm one behind you guys, remember?" That was all the invitation the young athlete needed. He set down his beer can and crouched down in front of his dad. "You gonna blow me right here, sport?" Mike asked, rhetorically, because his paternal dick was already entering his son's talented mouth. "Jesus, you're gonna spoil me, boy," he muttered as he softly caressed his son's hair and enjoyed the expert head. It didn't take too long for Tom to work up a load. It was an incredible sight for Steve. Not his first time witnessing it but Tom's skill had definitely been fine tuned since the last time he was here. And seeing a real father-son pair never got old. "Christ, unggh! Here ya go, son..." Mike hissed as his body hunched and his seed spurted into his boy's throat, which milked his cock through the postcoital aftershocks. "Fuck!" he sighed as he finally pulled back and stuffed his stiff daddy prick back into his shorts. "You're incredible son." Tom leaned back, beaming at the compliment. "You were pretty worked up, Dad," he grinned. then turning over to Steve. "You want me to do you, sir?" Steve declined the offered for an expert blowjob. He wanted to save it for later. But all through dinner, Tom kept giving him sideways glances, heavy with desire, and the 52 year old man couldn't help but return them. Soon, Mike caught on and was grinning and aroused, too. The sun was setting but the light of dusk filled the sky and illuminated the men. Finally, Tom got up and started collecting their dishes. "I'm going to do the dishes and go shower up," he announced. Mike watched as he saw Steve's eyes follow his son across the deck. Lusting, admiring. "I'm feeling overdressed," the coach y said and peeled off his dry-wick shirt, leaving only his coach's shorts. A few years younger, Mike looked as fit as ever, his stomach flat, and his muscles proportioned all over. Still very much the athletic build of his 20s and 30s, only beefed out a little. Steve used to feel self-conscious around him, since he'd put on extra weight in his mid-section and had the definition of an older man, but now he no longer felt any hesitation about being semi-nude. "By the way, Borston, you're looking good these days," Mike said punching his buddy in the upper arm playfully. "You lose some weight?" He handed Steve a second beer. The navy man took a sip. He usually stuck to scotch or bourbon but right then a beer hit the spot. "Yeah, about fifteen pounds, still got a few more to shed," he said as he patted the soft hairy belly. Then he lifted his left arm and started flexing, popping a huge bicep muscle amid the bulk. "I got a trainer who's been really blasting my guns, too. Gotta put in the work if I wanna keep attracting the young studs." The coach clapped his leg for emphasis. "Bull shit, buddy. You got enough swinging between your legs to attract all the young meat you can handle. And more. Besides, you're looking great." Steve clinked Mike's beer. "Thanks, buddy. That's a compliment coming from you. I can see why your boy really goes for his old man." Mike smiled. It was great to be able to talk openly about incest like this. The secret weighed heavily on him and Tom and to have someone to share it with was priceless. "I do admit, he's a daddy's boy all right." "You gonna miss him next year? When he's off at college?" "Like you wouldn't believe," he sighed. "Don't tell Tom this but I'm considering maybe moving when he goes off, you know, to be closer. I'm sure I could get a coaching job nearby." "I think your son would be thrilled." "That's the thing. I want him to go off, become his own man." Steve mulled it over. He knew where Mike was coming from. He couldn't relate to parenthood but he knew the Sewell's incestuous relationship was a real heavy thing. Deep, complicated. He'd been privileged to witness it from the outside and to enjoy being part of it on visits like these. He ventured out a thought. "You ever think of seeing what Tom wants? If he wants to go off on his own?" The coach nodded. "All the fucking time. I'm just scared of the answer." The two men talked about matters great and small, till their beer was almost done. Mike went over and picked three more from the cooler. "Want to take this inside? Tom should be about done." Steve noticed the man was erect in his shorts once more as he stood up. He was too. Hard as stone in his Navy shorts. The admiral had a mental image of Tom Sewell cleaning himself out, prepping himself, but Mike had never mentioned the two trying anal. Steve wondered if the father and son would ever cross that threshold. The two men sat on the couch, rock hard in their shorts and looking at one another. Anticipating round two. Mike's eyes saw his buddy's massive erection, and he communicated with a grin that he knew the level of desire driving it. "Tom really looks up to you, you know," the father growled softly. "He's thrilled you stopped by." "What you guys have is so perfect," Steve said. "I'm honored to be part of it." The men didn't have to wait long. The young athlete entered the room, freshly cleaned and nude from head to to. If he hadn't been erect already, the young perfection of Tom Sewell would be enough to make Steve Borston's cock diamond-hard. As it was, the teen's erection stood up with incredible rigidity, dripping along its exposed length and trickling down the smooth nutsac. The quarterback was in heat all right. Steve didn't know the protocol expected but he pushed down his Navy shorts and exposed his hardon. "You look amazing, Admiral," Tom said, stepping up to the older man and straddling his lap. Their kiss was powerful, even more so because the father was looking on, watching and massaging the rod in his polyester shorts. The two men made out, their cocks writhing against one another, and their hands exploring each other's bodies. Finally, Tom leaned back, a concerted look of uncontrollable lust on his face. Steve hands caressed the hard ridges of the teen athlete's taut abs. "Your boy is perfect Mike," he hissed, talking about Tom as if he weren't there but his eyes fixed on the son rather than the father. He couldn't wait for the foreplay to stop and for Tom to get down on his knees for a repeat of that marvelous blowjob earlier out by the football field. "I'm the luckiest Dad in the world," Mike agreed. The appreciation turned Tom on and he hoisted up a little and reached down for the admiral's big heavy prick. He pried it up and sat back down. Steve thought the football player was just teasing him but he felt the wetness of lubricant on the stud's pucker and all of a sudden his prick popped inside the steamy tightness. "Holy fuck," the Navy man growled. He watched excitedly as Tom sank himself down on the older man's endowment, expertly taking its girth and length into his guts until he sat right on Steve's balls. They kissed again, now with an intensified passion. Steve buried inside his best friend's son. Mike hadn't told him about this development. "When did you lose your cherry?" he asked Tom. "Two months ago," the teen grinned. "Dad convinced me to let him do it." The idea was too horny for Steve who pulled back and shoved back in with a powerful thrust. And again. Fucking the recently devirginized boy and imagining Mike doing this to Tom. "Oh God, Oh God, that's it, sir" the athlete moaned. "Fuck me, Admiral." Steve did, harder than he probably should have but he couldn't help himself. Fucking Tom Sewell right in front of his daddy. And the tall, strapping 6'6" stud taking it like a man. Just then he saw Mike's face looking down over Tom's shoulder. "Stop for a second, Steve," Mike ordered in his booming voice. The navy officer felt admonished, ashamed he'd gone so out of control. Mike had been generous enough to share his son in the most intimate of sexual acts and he'd abused that privilege, fucking only for his lust and pleasure, not Tom's. "Sorry, buddy, I..." he started to apologize. Until he saw Mike's hand grip one of Tom's beefy shoulders. And Steve felt his buddy's wet cockhead against his balls and the base of his prick. "Pull back a little," Mike instructed in a throaty voice. "Not all the way... there, buddy." Steve's mind raced, Mike wasn't going to do this was he? Oh fuck, he was! The man's dripping head pressed inward, right alongside Steve's boner. "Oh Dad!" Tom gulped in a choked cry. He closed his eyes in a wince before opening them again excitedly, taking a deep breath. "Oh wow! Oh fuck! Oh yes, sir, that's it, Dad, I feel both your cocks in me. Opening me up." Tom's hands were gripping the admiral's arms tightly to steady his body and his pucker clenched tightly against the men's dicks. The constriction was almost painful to Steve but it was also one hell of a turn on. Then, suddenly, Tom's insides relaxed and with a rush he sank down on Steve and his dad. "That's it, son," Mike encouraged, now wrapping his arms around his son's muscular body. "Oh fuck, this is hot." Instinctively both tops started fucking in tandem. Their two dicks acting as one giant prick boring in and out of the snug teen hole. Steve could see the quarterback's erect cock angry and quivering. "Man, Tom you're gonna blow aren't you?" he encouraged, him and his father now fucking faster. Tom couldn't find words, he just nodded yes, looking plaintively into the admiral's eyes. Almost as if he were pleading for relief. It came, with a heavy spray of teen jism all over Steve's hairy chest. "Fuck!" He growled in a deep orgasm. "Attaboy!" Mike cried. Steve thought they'd have to stop so he slowed his thrusts but Mike fucked away. The effect made their cocks turn into alternating pistons inside Tom. "Oh Dad!" he cried. Mike chuckled in glee at the post-orgasmic pleasure he was giving his son. As an instruction, he spoke to Steve. "He's good for at least three in one session." The idea and the hotness of the situation made Steve nut. His semen filled Tom's guts and coated Mike's fatherly prick. "Aw buddy, I can feel your cum!" Mike cried and fucked excitedly, now eager to cum too. "I'm gonna, too... Oh yeah, Daddy's coming boy..." Mike Sewell orgasmed with soft guttural noises. Steve saw Tom's eyes roll back into his head so he pistoned his still-erect dick to push the young man over the finish line once more. The ejaculation wasn't as full this time around but the warm seed spurted onto Steve's stomach, adding to the smell of cum and fucking that already was filling the room. Tom's body heaved forward falling on the admiral's as his father gently withdrew. Mike's hands finally gripped Tom's hips and hoisted him up off Steve's cock. "Let's give you a break son," he said. The quarterback recovered his strength and dismounted Steve's lap, meeting his dad in a hot kiss. "Was that everything you hoped it would be Dad?" he asked expectantly. "And more, kiddo." He patted his boy's strong manly back. "You doing OK?" "That was pretty intense," Tom admitted, "I had a feeling you guys wouldn't hold back. But yeah I'm OK." Steve got up off the couch. His front was dripping with Tom's seed, and as hot as that was he felt he should clean off before it dripped all over the furniture and carpet. "That was amazing, men." He gave Tom and then Mike a deep kiss. "Thank you." Mike stepped out and returned with some damp cloths. "I should let you men have your alone time," the admiral said. Mike smiled, placing his arm around Tom's shoulders lovingly. "You're welcome to stay in the guestroom, Steve, but if you want to join us in my bed, I'm sure Tom wouldn't mind." "No, sir, that would be awesome Admiral." Steve playfully pushed his erection down, letting it flick back up. "Well, I'm not sure this puppy's gonna rest anytime soon." "I don't think any of us are getting rest for a while," Mike piped in. The three walked back to the master bedroom and once there reclined on the bed, taking turns kissing and feeling each other's bodies. As Steve and Tom broke one heated kiss, Mike cleared his throat. "I got something to say," he started. "Tom.... son... I'm going to miss you like hell next year... and well, if you want... I might have an opportunity to take a job close to you." "Oh Dad!" the teen started emotionally. Mike held up his hand. "Hear me out, son. You can say no, really you can, but if you want a roommate your freshman year, your Dad would be thrilled." Tom practically pounced on his coach father, pinning him to the bed and meeting him in a heavy kiss. "Oh Dad, I'd love that." "Yeah, son?" Mike was giddy. "Hell yeah. Tom nodded. "I love you, sir," he shyly admitted. Mike rolled the two over so he was on top in a missionary position. Steve Borston was excited and touched as he watched Mike fuck Tom right then and there, the two Sewells loving and sexual at once.