Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 11:22:51 PDT From: Bill Drake Subject: Parents Weekend ch. 8 ST: "Parents Weekend" ch. 8 (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. ****** Saturday morning Bill Powers slipped the dickhead slowly into the slick hole. He loved that wetness, how the mixture of cum, lube and ass juices hadn't had time to dry at all. How it felt so smooth on his dick and slightly cool from the room temperature. Nothing cool about the guy's skin. As Coach Powers wrapped his arms around the muscular torso, he could feel the heat radiate outward. His fuck for the evening only seemed to get hotter the deeper he invaded that ass. What an ass, too. Smooth, taut skin. The globes of muscle formed two perfect hemispheres of pure power that clinched as their owner would involuntary thrust his dick into the bedsheets below, then relaxed as he pulled back to loosen up and take more of Coach's fat cock up his horny butt. More dickmeat made its way up the overheated rectum. Good, tight asswalls, Powers commented to himself. They felt exquisite on his dick. God, I haven't been getting enough of this, he thought. His big-cocked brother had been keeping Eric too occupied and fucked-out lately. He had gotten a couple of quick fucks during the week, but no real satisfaction. This is what he'd been needing. This guy was as hot as Eric, too. That ass seemed to invite him in. Bill began a thrusting pace on that perfect piece of butt. As if the hot, tight young body wasn't enough to make him shoot a major stud load. As he quickened his pace, he noticed the other man's mini-thrusts. "You fuck!" Powers grunted in his most commanding voice. "I won't have you fucking the bedsheets. Fucking get up off there." Instead of waiting for the man to comply, Bill grabbed both hips and pulled that incredible butt up and off the bed. The new angle made Coach's deep thrust deeper, and the fucked man groaned. "Unngh, fuck me, sir," the man said, clearly in ecstasy. "Ah, fuck me deep. Yeah." Bill ground his pubes against that hungry ass, and his dick made a slight corkscrew motion in the fellow's guts beneath him. When the spongy-firm cockhead would glide along his prostate, the groans would get louder. "Ah, sir, that feels so fucking good. Keep fucking me." The ass backed harder against Coach's invading shaft. To hear this young stud demonstrate his appreciate made Coach even hotter. "You like me screwing your tight ass?" He gave another deep jab with his cock. The groan of pleasure that escaped his fuckee excited Coach. "Yeah," he said, "Pretty boy likes it when I shove my meat up deep." Yes, this man was definitely hot. Coach was glad he'd gone out last night. When he first got to the bar, there really wasn't much to look at. By about 1AM, though, the place was swarming with prime, fuckable manmeat. One stud in particular caught his attention. Medium-tall, with a nice, muscular frame that showed even through his slightly loose T-shirt, he had that boy-next-door look to a T: light blond hair, perfect teeth and blue eyes. He couldn't have been older than 22, Bill had guessed, correctly; Kevin was a senior at a local university and was in a fraternity, even though he lived off-campus. Once Bill caught Kevin's eye, it was as if the rest of the bar disappeared. Both could see lust welling in the other's eyes. After a few minutes, Coach dispensed with the small talk and asked, "so, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?" The fratboy just smiled and answered, "As hard as you fucking can, sir." Coach knew he had scored a major hunk, but he didn't realize how fuck-hungry Kevin was until they got to Kevin's place. Fucker couldn't get enough of Coach's cock. Apparently, Kevin has only recently discovered the joys of man-sex and was making up for lost time. Bill didn't complain. They fucked all through the night. After an hour or so sleep, Bill would wake up, roll over and start screwing that warm ass. Or Kevin would climb onto Bill's large frame and position that mammoth sleep hardon at his hole. It wouldn't take long for Bill to stir and start pounding the shit out of Kevin's abused fuckhole. Now it was 10 AM and the two were on their fourth fuck. Bill felt all along frat boy's front, from the powerful pecs, along the hairy abs and pubes. There was nothing to love more than to feel a guy's tight muscles as he fucked him from behind. He wrapped his hand around Kevin's prick and found thin thread of fuck ooze hanging down from the tip. The erect cock spasmed at Bill's touch, and within a few stokes, Bill's hand was all wet from the dripping pre-cum. He knew it wouldn't be long before Kevin came and that prick spewed all over his hand. Coach, too was close to blowing his was up Kevin's fine ass. The filth talk emerging from Kevin's mouth just drove him hotter. "Oh, screw my ass. When I saw you at the bar I knew I wanted you right away. Wanted that dick pushing up my tight hole....fucking me blind. It was more than Coach could take. Volley after volley of searing white cum spewed into the ass below him "Ah shit....shoot that load, sir....fucking fill my ass with your hot sperm....feels so good...making my ass all wet....so that next time you fuck me my hole will be nice and ready for you big cock..." Now Kevin was erupting, spewing his wad all over the bed and Coach's hand. How amazing it was to shoot with Coach's big fat dick shoved up his hole! He was beginning to wonder if his ass was getting spoiled by that cock. ******** Al woke up in Mr. Peterson's bed. Dave had already gotten up but Mike was still asleep. Al stretched out his taut, muscular frame and looked down at his dick. He couldn't believe it. How many fucks had he had last night and his cock was still hard? Not that he wasn't glad. His hand gripped his shaft and slowly began massaging it. Nothing felt so good to Al as a slow, methodical hand job in the morning... except for a slow methodical fuck in the morning. He reached over to the bed side and got some lube to apply to his aching hard shaft. Carefully he climbed on top of Mike's sleeping body. Al was majorly horny. Mike had always been a bit of a stud, but now his body was incredible: full, manly, with enough of a youthful college jock appearance to get any man's crank flowing. Al positioned his hardon right against Mike's morning boner. The heat and the contact and the wetness of the lube was an incredible combination. Slowly, Al clenched his ass cheeks and began a smooth thrust of his crotch against his buddy's. With one hand, he supported his weight, while the other hand explored Mike's massive pecs and powerful, sinewy shoulders Mike's body began to stir and unconsciously buck against Al's massaging prick. Mike woke up with a grin on his face. "Mmmmh. Feels good," he purred. Al thrust a little harder. He knew he wouldn't last to fuck Mike Peterson's ass. At least not now. "I'm so hot for you, stud," he hissed between his teeth. The two met in a fevered, sloppy kiss. The heat radiating between their bodies was intense. "Last night was so hot," Al breathed. "I hope you don't mind that I joined you and your dad last night." "Nah, man, I loved watching you screw Dad. Watching some guy shove his meat up there and start fucking him... I don't know why, but it's an incredible sight." Al was at a good fuck pace now, rubbing his cock all against Mike's. This felt too good for both of them, and their breath was quickening. "Your dad's so sexy," Al said, "I think it's pretty great that you and your father fuck around." "Yeah, it's unbelievable. Even looking at him gets me hard and horny." Mike felt a spurt of precum shoot out against his cock. "Al,,,: "Yeah, Mike?" "Do you ever think about your dad that way?" "Yeah, stud, I do. All the time. I just know he has a big fat cock. Sometimes I think what would it be like to be under him in bed getting screwed by my dad. And that big dick of his fucking me and fucking me harder until I can't see anymore and that hard cock... Oh, fuck I'm shooting, Mike, fucking blowing my load." Their orgasms were powerful and simultaneous. Torrent after torrent of hot, white cream jetted between their torsos, making their jock muscles slick with cum. Al gave a couple more thrusts as the ooze continued to dribble out of his cock head. "Thanks, buddy," he said, "that was incredible." He gave Mike another deep, long kiss. The two showered up and went downstairs. Dave was just finishing getting breakfast ready. Mike watched as his father went about cooking in the nude and couldn't help but think once more how sexy his father was. How lucky he was to have found such a stud to fuck him and, if last night was any indication, to fuck on a regular basis. And his dad, nonetheless! It was so unbelievable and so hot. Mike had half a thought to walk up behind his father and nestle his dick at that sweet, tight hole and start screwing away. His prick gave a little jump at the idea, but he knew that what they all three needed was a good solid breakfast after a night of nonstop fucking. So they all ate breakfast without any incident or too much conversation even. When they were done, Dave cleared the plates and began to do the dishes. Mike leaned back in his chair and took a sip of coffee. Al pulled his chair back from the table, and Mike could see that cock at full mast, ready to go again. Al didn't say a word, just grinned and nodded down to his cock. Mike grinned back and silently got out of his chair and walked over to Al's. Mike sat down on Al's lap. That nice hardon felt so good wedged into his crack. Al wrapped his arms around in a hug as Mike began to rub his crack along his prick. He looked over Mike's shoulder at Dave washing the dishes. Even doing such a plain, domestic chore, Mike's father was definitely hot. Al just wished he could look like that when he was in his 40s. He soaked in the sight of that powerful ass, the same ass that took Al's and Mike's cock like a pro last night. That was one hot fuck-session, Al thought. He kept thinking about screwing that hot butt, when Mike reached down and positioned Al's cockhead at his hole. Dave apparently had opened up Mike's ass pretty good, because Al's dick slipped in without too much resistance. What an amazing weekend it was, fucking the Petersons, father and son. Both perfect specimens of pure, fuck-stud masculinity. Both tight, hot asses. Both with that huge Peterson dick. Inch after inch of Al's thick cock disappeared up Mike's jock ass. "Oh, fuck me," Mike let out as he began to buck up and down on Al's invading shaft. Dave turned around and saw his son bouncing up and down on Al's prick. He stared as Al's prick appeared and disappeared up between Mike's meaty thighs. Dave loved his son's thighs. They were big and powerful. He loved fucking his son from behind and holding on to those thighs, feeling their bulk and the soft hair coating them, as he dicked his own boy. Dave looked down and saw he had a big fuck-hardon. He stroked it until he felt it harder than steel. He wanted his cock to be good and stiff for the blowjob his son was going to give him. Dave stepped up to Mike. He rubbed his dick head over his son's lips. His cock drooled all over that perfect jock boy face, and occasionally Mike's tongue would come out and lick away the salty precum and lick away at his dad's cock. His father could take no more, and eased his cock into Mike's hot, wet mouth. He grabbed the back of Mike's neck and began a deep thrust in and out of the young man's gullet. Mike sucked Dave's prick while riding Al's cock. After a few minutes, Dave felt like he was going to blow down Mike's throat. That wouldn't be such a bad thing, but he wanted this to last. Slowly, he withdrew from that expert mouth. He slapped his son's face with his spit-slick, erect cock a few times, then turned around, offering his firm butt. Mike grabbed his father's ass cheeks. They felt so hard, firm and round. With determination, he pried them apart, exposing the hairy crack and the slightly open pucker that still showed signs of last night fuck-assult. White, crusty cum deposits were visible everywhere and Mike knew that he and Al must have shot a good fuckload of cream up his father's ass. The very memory made his dick throb and his own ass clamp down on Al's invading shaft. "Ooh, yeah," Al purred, "my fuckbuddy really knows how to tighten that ass. Making my dick feel real good." Mike bucked back against the big dick right as Al was shoving in. The extra penetration felt wonderful. In a rage of lust, he leaned forward and started licking all along his father's crack. He could taste the salty-sweet dried cum as his tongue made long, luxurious laps at his dad's hole. Dave's dick pounded harder and a drops of pre-cum splattered to the floor. "Oh, son, that's it. I want to feel your hot tongue deep up my hole." Al was getting turned on, too. He hammered away at Mike's quarterback ass and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Yeah, lick that hole, Peterson. I want to see you eat your dad's ass." Mike had finished licking the crack thoroughly, so that all the mansperm traces were now gone and the whole crevice between Dave's melon-shaped ass mounds was slick with spit. Rimming his father always got him horny, but getting fucked at the same time was fantastic. It made him feel that the wetness of Al's dick at his ass hole was somehow connected to his father's wet mancrack rubbing against his face. With a little more force, Mike pushed forward into Dave's hole, screwing his tongue past the tight sphincter. Already well-fucked from the night before, the juicy dadhole gave way and let Mike's hot tongue ease its way in. The heat of his father's rectum and the strength of the ass cheeks were nothing compared to the reservoir of spent cum that awaited Mike's exploring tongue. Crazed with lust, Mike started a full attack of that ass, lapping up the cream that was now oozing out and fucking his tongue in and out of that hole. He couldn't remember how many times he and Al had shot into his father's ass last night, but Al's loads must have been as thick and copious as his own. The trickle of pent-up sperm didn't stop. In fact, the deeper Mike tongue-fucked his father and the more relaxed his dad's anus became, the more manslime flowed from the bowels. Al reached around and held Mike's chest as he fucked harder, bucking his hips off the chair to shove more meat up his friend's hungry hole. He felt something wet on his forearm and assumed that it was Mike's spit drooling down. But it happened again, and it wasn't spit. It was the sperm he and Mike had injected into Dave's horny ass. That was it. Al torpedoed his load into Mike' butt. Mike could feel the shots of hot jism flooding his bowels. Meanwhile, cum oozed down his chin and neck there was so much of it, more than he could possible suck down his throat while giving his dad the tongue-fucking he deserved. Mike was lost and in seconds his dick was spurting, shooting his son-seed all over Dave's muscular legs. Gobs of cum clung to the hairs all up and down his hamstrings. Dave, too, had reached the threshold. He turned around and stuck his prick in his son's mouth. The second it touched Mike's tongue, he shot, spewing a mega-load. Uncontrollably, he pistoned his shooting cock in and out of Mike's throat. Mike did his best to suck and swallow, which he was able to manage he wanted his dad's cream so much. He worshiped that prick, wanted it fucking his throat raw. He wanted his father to screw him into submission. As if he could read Mike's mind, Dave spoke. "That's it, son. Now it's time for me to screw that sweet ass of yours." The three got up and went to Dave's bedroom, where Dave and Al spent the next hour taking turns on Mike's hot ass. *** Eventually they was done, and the three men proceeded to shower and get dressed. Eric would probably be home any minute, and besides, Dave had to go into work for a half-day. He'd rather stay at work on Mike's big cock and beautiful ass, but after that fuck they just had, maybe a little rest from sex would be a good thing. Mike, too, had plans to meet up with a friend for the afternoon. He almost wanted to accompany his father to work. He just imagined himself bent over his dad's desk, taking a hard pounding from his dad and all his office mates. Shit, he had to think of something else. His dick was hard and ached so much from the nonstop action. Al figured he should get home. He lived in his own apartment, but was supposed to help his parents move furniture today as they moved into a new house. He couldn't forget what he had confessed to Mike this morning, about wanting to get laid by his dad. He'd never admitted it to himself, really, but now he thought about his father's fine figure, those strong arms and powerful chest. It would be a long afternoon. ****** It was about 1 o'clock when Eric got home. He was exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to sleep. At the same time, he still felt wound up from his night with Robert Powers. He was sad Robert was leaving town. God, how he would miss that mammoth cock plowing his ass! The house was deserted. Probably for the best, Eric thought. He knew he looked like shit at the moment. A stop at the hallway mirror confirmed this. He hadn't shaved and the stubble just made his face look more tired. Still, even in his current sleep-deprived state, he looked at his face and noticed something he hadn't noticed before: he was looking more and more like a man, less like a high school kid. Of course, he wouldn't fool anyone about his age, but he could begin to see what Bill or Robert saw in him. He had really filled out this last year. It was a lot of work, but it was beginning to pay off in a fine body and a more mature appearance. Eric peeled off his T-shirt. Yes, his chest was developing nicely. He flexed his pecs and watched the mounds of muscle swell. Slowly he ran his hand over the smooth flesh. His skin was hot to the touch and he could feel his dick twitch in his shorts when he caressed his chest. He imagined what Coach thought of his body. The idea that his muscles made a man like Bill Powers hard and horny excited Eric. He let his hand wander down to his crotch, where he gave his dick a good squeeze. Maybe a good beat-off then he could nap a little while. He walked upstairs then down the hall toward his room. That's when he noticed it. At first it was just in his peripheral vision, but he noticed it nonetheless. It was his father's bed. The bedroom door was open and Eric could see the bed, with the afternoon sun shining on it. On the white sheets, Eric could see cum. Not just a small patch, but everywhere: splotches of sperm coated the sheet. Eric knew he shouldn't go in, but he just had to. He walked up to the bed and inspected it. He couldn't believe how much semen coated the area. Some of it was dried up, some of it was fresh and still wet and glomming onto the cloth. "Fuck," he whispered to himself, and stripped down his shorts. He crawled naked into the bed. His dick had never been harder. The sheet felt cold and wet against his skin, and the dried patches flaked off as he rubbed his body against the fabric. This is all of dad's fuckcream, Eric thought. Dad must have been jacking off nonstop lately. Or maybe some other man had come and fucked his father's cum out of him. And now Eric was rolling around in it, thrusting his hard cock into the cum-wet sheet below him. "Oh, dad, fuck me," Eric moaned as he groaned his pelvis harder into the bed. He thought about his dad's hot body and about the time he saw Dad take it up the ass from Al. He imagined his dad and Al both on top of him, taking turns screwing his hot teen ass. Eric noticed a glob of semen by his face. Quickly, he began to lap at it, sucking as much of the liquid out of the cotton as he could. It tasted so good. God, he was eating his dad's cum! And feeling his dad's semen on his chest, his legs, and best of all, his dick. "Oh, yeah, dad, you're making your son cum. Oh, cumming so hard..." Eric added his seed to the bedsheets. Overcome by exhaustion, he couldn't even get up, and instead fell asleep in a glorious sea of cum.