Date: Sat, 06 May 2000 15:09:16 PDT From: Bill Drake Subject: Parent's Weekend Chapter 7 "Parents Weekend" ch. 7 (m/m, inc, coll) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) As always, thanks again to those who have written me words of encouragement. Comments can be sent to me at billdrake@hotmail.com. I will do my best to reply but cannot send copies of past episodes via email (they're on Nifty and ASSGM anyway). Otherwise, I'd love to hear from you. WARNING: The following is gay erotic fiction depicting sex between male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you or is inappropriate for your age, read no further. Otherwise, sit back, unxip, and enjoy. ********* Friday afternoon Eric Peterson had never really paid much attention to Mr. Barton before. He was his math teacher after all and a bit nerdy, with wire-rimmed glasses and checked button-down shirts. But today, Eric sat through all of sixth period with a massive hardon. At first he just stared at Steven Hiller, the football jock who sat in front of him. Steven had a bit of a paunch but from the back was a magnificent specimen: broad, built shoulders whose defined musculature showed through the warn white T-shirt he had on. Eric thought he'd be one hot screw to dick from behind. And then there was Mr. Barton. The man was probably Coach Powers' age. Not a big beefy man, but fit and muscular. The sort of guy who kept in shape by jogging, swimming or playing tennis. Not an imposing build, but you could tell the taut muscles lurked beneath the loose clothing, just as you could see the handsome face behind the glasses. That wasn't really what had Eric worked up. It was his brother Mike. Ever since his brother had gone away to college, he hardly ever saw him. But he always looked up to him, tried to match his brother's athletic achievements. Tried to have that body. Yes, Eric had always lusted deep down that he lusted after Mike's football jock body and dreamed of touching another Peterson dick. But he hadn't admitted it to himself. Until lately. Tuesday night to be exact, when coach fucked him and told him about all the times Mike had fucked him. Eric relished every word, every image. Just imagining Mike dicking Coach made him shoot. Hard. He now wondered if he could get his brother to fuck him. He was visiting this weekend after all. Eric was looking forward to seeing Mike, but felt nervous. He knew he had to try to make it with him, but couldn't imagine how he'd try. Besides, he had already promised Robert to spend tonight with him, since he'd be leaving town Sunday. Visiting time with his brother would have to wait. Plus, there was another thing bothering him: his father. The more he thought about his brother, the more he thought about his dad, too. And to think he'd seen Al fucking him right there in the kitchen floor. At the time, it had been more like a taboo sight. Now it seemed hot. He wished he could catch Al and his dad going at it again. He wondered if Dave Peterson fooled around with any other guys. Everything was starting to make sense for Eric. But now Eric couldn't stop looking at his teacher. He mentally undressed him. He wondered if the man liked to suck cock. He debated whether he was a good fuck. He fantasized about jacking off his dick onto Mr. Barton's face. Damn, sixth period would be hard to sit though. Then, all of a sudden, Mr. Barton noticed Eric staring at him. In the middle of lecture, the two men's eyes locked. Eric didn't mean to be staring, he was merely lost in fantasy, but now he noticed the subtle blush on Mr. Barton's face. And how his teacher kept looking straight back at him during class. After class, all the students pretty much ran out the door, so they could leave school as soon as possible. Eric made up a question about one of the examples in class. Mr. Barton's eyes looked at him expectantly. He felt light headed and a sexual feeling was running in his veins. Mr. Barton stopped talking and just met Eric's stare directly. The teacher gulped nervously and said quietly, "I think I may have a book that'll help. It's in the teacher's library." He turned and walked out the classroom. He didn't say anything else, but Eric understood he was supposed to follow. The library was a small, elongated room, bigger than a closet but smaller than an office. It was filled mostly with extra textbooks and obviously wasn't used too much by the teachers. Eric quietly shut the door behind him. Mr. Barton didn't even pretend to look for a book. He just stared at Eric and was breathing heavily, nervously. Eric knew that Mr. Barton wanted him. Wanted his fit, young body. It made him excited to know his effect on the older man, and he assumed the sexiest stance he could manage without looking ridiculous. "It's a bit hot in here," Eric said, somewhat aware of the lameness of his statement. With very deliberate slowness, he lifted up the bottom of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow, exposing his hair-dusted abs and some of his chest. Almost immediately, he felt the warm touch of his teacher's hands on his stomach. Goosepimples covered the young jock's skin as Mr. Barton began to caress it. The adult's hand lifted up the jock's T-shirt. Mr. Barton marveled at the young man's chest, then smothered Eric in a passionate kiss. Eric was getting into making out with his teacher, but he had a higher objective. Gently, he broke off the kiss and knelt down at Mr. Barton's crotch. He was practiced at giving head by now, and within seconds had his teacher's hard dick out of his trousers and down his throat. "Good fuck, you're incredible," his teacher hissed. "Done this before, haven't you?" Eric had to laugh at himself. This man probably thought he was seducing an innocent minor. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him, he thought. Mr. Barton's dick wasn't huge, just average, but that didn't dampen Eric's enthusiasm. Part of him wished he could mess around with Mr. Barton for real and see that hot body. Maybe show his teacher that he could take as well as he could receive. Still, he knew the risked getting caught as it was. Plus, he wanted to save his load for what he knew would be a multiple-fuck night with Robert. So Eric concentrated on giving the best blow job he could, and was soon rewarded with a round of creamy, hot semen. Eric swallowed eagerly. Just to think: a few weeks ago he'd only dreamed of sex with other men. "Thanks Mr. Barton," Eric said as he stood up and exited the room. His teacher was still breathless and his cum and spit-covered cock throbbing out the crotch of this trousers. Eric went home and decided to get in a good workout before Mike came home. Down in the basement, he gave himself an intense workout in hopes of cooling off his overheated lust. Occasionally, he would fantasize about his brother as he went through his set, but after a while he got into the groove and started to focus more on his workout. When Mike and his father walked in the door, Eric went upstairs to greet them. As he hugged Mike, he could feel the hard warmth of the collegiate muscles. He knew he'd get hard if he didn't break away, so he did. Goddamn, did Mike look hot. Eric wondered if he'd look that much of a hunk when he went to college. Dave and Mike, it turned out, had stopped on the way home to pick up a pizza, so the three men went to the dining room for their dinner. It was great chatting together; it had been a while since the three had spent time together. After about an hour and a half, Mike got up from the table and said he had to meet up with his high school friend Sean. Eric was a little disappointed, as he wanted to hang out with his brother a little while longer. But it was like this every time Mike came home; the first evening he always went out with his buddies. Eric just had to remind himself of Robert's big ass-splitting prick. After Mike left, the two left started clearing the dishes to wash. "Well, son," Dave said, "looks like it'll be just you and me." "Well, dad, actually, I was planning on going out with Kyle and Rich." "Planning on being out late?" his father asked, without any tone of disapproval. "Was thinking about just crashing over at Kyle's if that's OK with you. I mean, I feel that with school and practice all the time, I hardly ever get to see my buds, you know?" His father chuckled. "Oh, don't pull that on me. I remember being a teenager. You just want to get away from the parents and Kyle's folks happen to be out town. But I don't care. Just be careful and don't get into any trouble." Eric was surprised. He had noticed how his father had begun treating him differently lately, more like a grown-up. He didn't know why, but he appreciated it. "Thanks, dad. Sure you don't mind?" "Nah, go on before I change my mind." Thirty minutes later, Eric was out the door. Dave was exhausted. Even though he'd not worked a full day at work, it was a rough one. And besides, that airport fuck had worn him out entirely. He felt a mild, pleasant buzz from the beer as he went to his bedroom. He carefully removed his tie and shirt, then his trousers. Wearing only his boxers, he crawled into bed. ******* Friday night Dave was awakened by someone pulling down his boxers. Two hands pulled his asscheeks apart. Dave heard the man spit and then felt a strong tongue lapping up his crack. His sleep hardon rocketed to full erection. He looked over at the window. It was dusk outside, which meant it was about 8 thirty. Slowly, he maneuvered his body, so that his son could continue to lick his asshole while he watched. Only it wasn't his son. Down sucking his mancunt was Al, wearing only a pair of cutoff cargo shorts. Dave was absorbed in the beauty of this young man until he thought to ask, "What are you doing here?" "Licking one hot ass," Al replied. "Oh, you mean how I ended up here. I was outside working in your yard and came in to get paid. The door If you want, I'll leave," he said just as his tongue flicked forward to outline the rim of Dave's asshole. "No! don't leave. Ah, man, that feels terrific. Oh god, I forgot how hot you were." "Man, not me. I've been wanting to fuck that ass of yours again. You were so tight the last time." "Well, you cock is so fucking big. But man that was great. Yeah, I'd like you to fuck me again. This time you can take your time." Dave grabbed some lube from his nightstand and greased up Al's fat dick. Al stood up and placed his throbbing cockhead at Dave's hole. He loved looking down at the man's beefy body as he plowed into his hole. Dave's rectum was tight and hot. Its slick walls clung to Al's meat as he pounded in and out. God, how he needed a fuck this good. "Dad?" a voice called out. It was Mike. "Shit," Al said and started to pull out. Dave wrapped his legs around Al's ass and held him in place. "Don't worry, stud, it's just Mike. He likes a good fuck, too." "Al?" Mike cried when he saw who was screwing his father's brains out. "You two...?" Mike's look of surprise broke out into a big grin. "Yeah, pretty hot, huh?" "Yeah," Al replied sheepishly. He began resuming his fuck. "Dad, I didn't know you bottomed." "Didn't ask, son," he replied. 'Yeah, Mike, he's a big slut for hard jock dick. Aren't you, Mr. Peterson?" He shoved his cock up that ass even harder. "Yeah," moaned Mike's father, "fuck me harder. Let me feel that jock dick pound my butt." "Doggy style," Al said. The two men detached for a minute, then Dave knelt to take Al's cock from behind. Mike was getting harder by the minute. He shed his clothes and came around in front of his dad. The two swapped spit as Mike gripped the low-hanging balls that swayed as his dad got pounded from behind. Al couldn't believe father and son were making out in front of him. It was too hot, and he shot his seed deep up Mr. Peterson's bowels. "Mike," he said as he removed his hardon. "Your turn. Show your old man how a college stud fucks ass." Al's erection did not subside for the next two hours. Watching Mike screw his dad made him hornier than ever. As soon as Mike would shoot up his father's ass, Al would take his place and slip his cockhead back into the cum-wet sphincter. The two studs kept at it well into the night. And Dave loved every minute of it. ******** Saturday Eric could not believe the intensity of pleasure when that big fucking cock pounded its way in again. Sometimes it slow down just a bit, and the head would flare deep inside his guts. Othertimes it would drag over the knot of pleasure in Eric's rectum. Now that mammoth prick was going full-speed at his open, stretched jock-boy ass. The asslips would try to grip the invader, but each inward shove defied their strength. "Aw man, fuck my ass. Like that..." Eric moaned. Eric looked down the length of his body. His hair-dusted chest was coated with a layer of sweat. His teenage dick was stone hard and eager drops of precum dripped from the cocktip to the bedsheets below. His muscular legs strained to steady his body against the rough fuck thrusts pummeling him from behind. Robert chewed at the knotty flesh of Eric's neck. With all the working out the athlete had done over the last couple of years, his neck muscles were developing nicely. Not too thick like some of the other jocks, but nicely powerful and a good match to the strong shoulders and upper arms "Tight ass," Robert whispered right into his ear. "Nothing like fucking a hot horny teenage jock. All they want is to be fucked good and hard. By a real man with a real big dick. That's all you want, isn't it, stud?" "Yes, sir. I just want you to fuck me all day. Fuck me like a dog" Robert stopped momentarily, removed his prick until the very tip was at the entrance to the quivering hole, then slammed the length back into the hot ass. "Ooh, baby, feels so fucking good. I can tell this jock boy loves my big dick. Likes it nice and hard. All my boys do. I bet you'd love to watch me screw my athlete boys back home. They're all like you: big, hunky muscle jocks. Act real cocky until I kick their legs apart and shove my meat up their slick tight asses. Then they can't get enough of coach's hot cock." Robert reached down and began to rub Eric's overexcited cock. Spurts of pre-cum shot out onto the coach's hairy knuckles. The feel of Robert's cock massaging the inside of his ass and the hand on his cock drove Eric wild. The older man was in heaven, too, fucking the stud. "Yeah, you got a big cock, too," he said, "I bet Sean my fullback would love this weapon going up his meaty ass." The young hard prick in Robert's hand twitched frantically as his index finger and thumb worked over the sensitive tip. He was getting hotter than hell frigging this young buck and he stuck his meat up further to try to capture more of the incredible pleasure flowing through him and his cock. "Yeah," Robert purred, "Good thing my little brother found you, broke you in good. I get the feeling you've just been waiting for a big cock like mine to show you how much joy a man should feel. Yeah, I'll have to thank Bill for showing me such a fine ass." He could hold off no longer. Jet after jet of manseed spurted into Eric's sloppy loose jock-boy ass. It took no more than a half minute before the younger man was crying out to the heavens and unloading his jism all over the sheets and Robert's knotty, muscular hand. The two guys lay back on the bed, completely still except for their heaving chests as they caught their breath. The rivulets of sperm started to become liquid and pool up on their torsos. Robert turned his head to look at Eric's adorable face. "I meant what I said earlier, stud," he said. "What was that?" "About you watching me fuck the guys on the team. I leave in a couple of days, but I'd live to have you come visit anytime you want. We could have a real fun time." Eric didn't doubt that a minute.