Date: Mon, 01 Nov 1999 12:14:46 PST From: Bill Drake Subject: Night Call Night Call (mm, incest) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) WARNING: The following story contains graphic description of men having sex. If you are underage, read no further. NOTE: I'm trying to write some shorter pieces as a small departure from my longer stories. Some of the same themes, plus some new ones, but in a different, quicker style. If you like them, or have story suggestions, I'd love to hear from you. ********** It's the middle of the night and I'm horny as fuck. As a lawyer in the first year of his career with a major law firm, I don't have much time for sex or much of anything else. Not that there isn't major jerk-off fantasies walking all around my office day in and day out. All those fucking 35-year-old straight hunks with good looks and tight bodies to match. I'm usually too busy to think about ass or dick at work, but some times my mind wanders. My dick really starts aching at the sight of some of the married studs, like Robert, a jock god who just had a baby girl. How I'd like to get in between that daddy's buns and lick away at that tight pucker of a fuck chute. Or maybe take some of that stud's virile seed down my throat. My dick's throbbing now. No way can I sleep. I pick up the phone and call Jim. Jim is a lawyer, too, and one of my best and longest-running fuck-buddies. He's forty-six and fucking built. Torso like a shield of muscle, all coated with dark brown hair. Ass made out of two globes of pure male power. Older guys make me and my ass-busting cock so hot. Not that I'll turn down dick because it's hanging off a guy my age or younger. But the sight of the muscle-bound back of an older guy as he sticks ass out waiting for my horndog cock to ram its way in....well, I can't think of anything better. Fortunately, I have no problem to find hot, hard, hung older guys willing to take my young stud meat and feel my hard jock-muscled body sculpted from years in the college crew club. Jim's my hottest fuck, but he's not the only one. Jim is particularly studly. Fucking guns that put any muscle-mag model to shame. Even though he shaves every day, there's always a dark stubble on his face by evening, when his rim jobs and the feel of that bristle against my horny pucker send me off. Whenever we're out together, I can feel all the men's eyes checking him out. My favorite times are when we bring a stranger back home, and I can watch some other hunk dick my man before I crawl up between his legs for sloppy seconds. Sometimes I like to lick the fresh cream out of the hungry hole. Other times, I like to ride my dick on the unbeatable combination of natural ass lube and horny-stud jism. Our company usually throws wood again watching us go at it, rutting like animals. I'm stroking my dick real gently now, wanting the feeling to last. The other line rang. "Hello?" The voice is groggy and I know I've woken him up. - Hey, it's Bill. Get your lazy ass out of bed. - What? You know what... - Yeah, I know what time it is, but my dick's harder than fuck now. I haven't had fucked anyone in a week. - Betcha got a big load, huh? I reached under my balls and rubbed my scrotum. My nuts were swollen with cum. My dick twitched again. - Yeah, fuckers are filled enough sperm to be leaking out of your slut ass for three days. "I fucking can't wait," Jim said. "I'll be right over." Recently I moved around the corner from Jim. It's great being able to spend more time with him, but the best is that he's only a couple minutes away when I want something hot and wet to screw. I know it'll be only a couple minutes before he's here. He has a key to my place, so he just lets himself in. When he comes into my bedroom, he's wearing only a pair of loose cotton running shorts and a pair of sneakers. Even in the dim light of my room, he's showing one magnificent bod. His chest and shoulder muscles look more pumped than ever, and his nipples are all erect from cool August night air. I know Jim well enough to know he hasn't bothered to put anything on under the shorts. As if that hardon poking a proud outline in the front didn't give it away. He jumps onto my bed and begins attacking my engorged prick with his slick tongue. With gentle lapping motions, he tastes the salty musk of my dickskin and I relish the rough-soft-smooth feel of his tongue. Jim's one greedy cocksucker and it doesn't take him a minute before he's stuffing my oversized ass-splitter into his mouth. "Yeah, eat that big cock," I order, shoving a good half inch in all of a sudden to punctuate my statement. "Mmhmnh..." is all I could here from that cocksucking mouth as more and more of my prick pushes its way back down Jim's gullet. That fucker has me so hard and worked up and feeling good. Taking in the view, I know I'll have to remember the sight. Big stud bent down slurping on my fuckstick as he arm muscles bulge as he wraps his hand around to hold the base of my dick. After a good suck, Jim finally comes up for air. With a simple motion, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulls down. Up pops that wonderful prick, big fat, hard and flaring. He falls forward onto my chest. We swap spit, as my hands feel the cords and knots of muscle in his powerful back, and grab the mounds of his triceps. He speaks softly and lustily, "Looks like someone's horny, son." "Yeah, dad," I reply, "How about you? You horny for my dick?" To make my point, I reach down to his asshole and tease it with my middle finger. The hole isn't tight and puckered. No, it's all loose and wet. "Well, Pete's over at my house tonight. I left him sleeping." I push further into his slick hole. "Did Pete fuck you? Feels like he left a good sloppy load there." My dad moans as my digit sinks deeper into his ass. Usually, I don't waste time getting my dick up his crack, but tonight I'm getting into the slow finger-fuck, plus the feeling of his slime oozing out from the cockhead pressed into my abdomen. I have Jim pretty worked up now. "Yeah, Bill, he fucked me. I was hoping you'd call, though. It's been two weeks since we've fucked, you know." Casually, I move my dickhead to his slick crack. I'm taking my time, just rubbing along his itching hole. "Yeah, dad, sorry. Busy at work, you know." This has been unusual. Generally, we find some time on the week or late at night, like tonight, to get it on. "Maybe I can make it up to you," I say. "Just give me some of that fat cock to your dad. Give it to his son-loving ass." He really doesn't need to ask. My prickmeat has already found the entrance to his fuck tunnel and is steadily pushing its way inside. That butt is nice and squishy as I push more and more dick up it. Jim groans in ecstasy while he begins a fevered bounce up and down on my prick. "Ah, fuck," he says "I missed this." Yeah, my dad is hot for his son's massive cock, and I can't get enough of his muscular bod. Nothing beats screwing your father front and behind before going at it again in the shower. Or seeing him shoot his big prick all over his hairy chest while you're pounding his hole. I shoot two huge fuckdog loads into my old man before he slips back on his shorts and shoes and goes back out into the night to return to bed and Pete's hunky warm body. At the door we share a deep good-night kiss, and I run my hand down to the back of his thighs and feel the slow trickle of my fuck cream running down the downy leg hairs. I'm sure glad my dad's as hot for me as I am for him. ********* Other stories by Bill Drake. Available through ASSGM or Nifty Archive: SAE Action (ongoing series) Parent's Weekend (ongoing series) Unforgettable Workout After Football Practice Post Season Party (2 chapters) SEC Spring Break (4 chapters) Lover's Dad New Job (ongoing series) Spring Cleaning (1 chapter, to be cont.?) ***********