Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2017 17:53:08 -0500 From: a4f tales Subject: "12 Tales of Christmas II: The Overnighter" Here's a story taken from my Tumblr, at talesfromunderthemattress.tumblr.com. You can find this one, and the pic that inspired it, here: talesfromunderthemattress.tumblr.com/post/161806534328/ You can also find a whole lot more of my stories here on Nifty - look for 'a4f101' in the Prolific Authors listing. This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2017. I own it and all legal rights to it. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. It changed my life, and maybe it's changed yours too. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. a4ftales@gmail.com. Enjoy. ***** By the time everybody else had cleared out of the dorms, it was getting kinda late. We hadn't anticipated things taking this long, but Dad's a helpful kind of guy, and built the way he is, people usually look to him to help them carrying stuff. Once we'd gotten done helping my three suitemates with their stuff, and loaded most of mine into the back of the Tahoe, it was already nearly 7, full dark outside, flakes of snow starting to fall. They were calling for a good amount of it overnight, which we'd hoped to avoid, since it'd likely turn our four-hour drive home on the interstate to six. But here we were anyway, and I felt bad about chewing up so much of Dad's time. As a freshman, I wasn't allowed to have a car of my own on campus until next fall, and there was no way I could get my minifridge and TV and all my other shit home on the train, so Dad had offered to come down to get me. He pulled his knit cap off his fresh-shaved head, shrugged out of his bulky Carhartt jacket and laid it over the back of the vinyl couch, and it was just him and me. He was a big dude - not so much tall as he was thick and powerful and broad, and his thick sweater and jeans just kind of accentuated his impressive mass. I was glad to have gotten a lot of his size and his ruggedly handsome features, even if I was a bit trimmer than him. Still plenty big myself, though, and aware of our bigness as he crowded in next to me at the window looking out over the parking lot. Just a few cars left there now, his Tahoe starting to get solidly dusted with snow already. "So much for the interstate," he said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for us to run so late," I said, but he just grinned and shook his head, his teeth gleaming in the reflection of the window. His big hand came up and squeezed my shoulder. "Nah, it's OK," he said. "I don't gotta be back on duty for a couple days anyhow. Blocked the time out so we could spend it together." Yeah, I was a big guy, a big college man now and all, but I still got all warm and fuzzy inside, hearing that. I'd missed him. Mom had insisted I go to her for Thanksgiving - "That works, kid," Dad had said. "Nobody else wants to be on duty then anyhow, I'll make bank. We'll do Christmas instead, yeah?" - so I hadn't seen him since he'd brought me down here back in August. "Think we'll make it to a hotel?" I asked, watching the flurries outside intensifying, all swirling around in the bright parking lot lights. "Maybe," he said, big mitt still resting on my shoulder. "I was kinda looking forward to that, to be honest." He was grinning at me in our reflection, and I blushed a little, but grinned back. I'd been looking forward to it too. "There's something about being in a hotel room..." he said, his big strong hand squeezing my shoulder, then shifting to rub my upper back, in a way that had my insides all tingly. That and his knowing grin had my cock starting to grow inside my jeans. "But then again," he said, "I never had the experience of spending the night in the dorms. Not like this." His hand shifted again, up to squeeze the back of my neck, big and strong and warm and slow. "And for sure, not with you," he finished, and I finally turned to look at him. We were eye to eye, man to man, and he had that look on his face that I liked so much. Playful, interested, open. "Really?" I said. "You'd wanna do that? It's nothing special... the beds are small..." "Yeah, why not?" he shrugged, grinning still. "Could be fun. Pretend to be a big college stud like my boy. Get the full experience, y'know?" "I dunno how full an experience it'd be, just you and me," I chuckled, still blushing. "Seems pretty full to me, dontcha think, kiddo?" he grinned, his hand trailing down my neck, down my spine, down to the mounds of my ass in my jeans. Giving me a playful, strong-pawed squeeze. I looked him in the eyes, felt that prickly electricity in the air between us. Looked quickly out the window to make sure nobody was trudging through the snow down there, then grinned back at him, and reached over to the very full mound of his jeans, cupping the hefty bulge in them. "I'd say so, Dad," I grinned back, feeling that old special confidence coming back after all these months apart. That vibe between us, strong and alive and deep. Strong and alive like the powerful paternal cock encased in his denim, stirring in my hand as I rubbed the crotch of his jeans, like he was rubbing my ass. "Seems like we got a unique opportunity here, big guy," he said, his voice dropping a notch lower, his eyes boring into mine in that way he had. "We should probably take advantage of it, huh Dad?" I said back, my palm rubbing up and down the growing length of his cockbulge as his paw tightened on the big curve of my ass. "Guess that's why you're in college," he rumbled. "Cos you're a smart kid." "I'm every bit the man you made me, Dad," I said back, letting my voice go a little deeper. "So show me, big guy," he said, curling his thick, powerful forearm round my waist to pull me closer, as I leaned in to kiss him. Yeah, I'd missed him, but I'd missed this especially - the feeling of his lips, full and thick and soft and sensuous, kissing me in that special way he'd showed me a little ways back. The feeling of his tongue seeking mine out, the feeling of his big-muscled body against mine as we wrapped arms around each other and went to town with it, our taboo kiss growing hotter, deeper and wetter, as the bulges of our cocks pressed together. Such a fucking trip, doing this in the living room of my dorm suite, just us and the institutional furniture, not another soul around. Dad's mighty hands gripped the cheeks of my muscled ass and squeezed as he grunted into my mouth, making me grunt right back as my hands felt up the powerful thickness of his biceps through his sweater. So fucking big, strong and powerful - he'd always been a big guy, built like the stud football player and wrestler he'd been in high school, the stud who'd knocked his girl up his senior year, barely making it to graduation before diaper duty started. The big, muscular guy I'd admired in his cop uniform for as long as I could remember. Him and Mom hadn't lasted, but him and me had just gotten tighter and deeper over the years. He was everything I'd ever wanted to be, the guy who taught me how to lift, how to grapple, how to play ball, how to take a thick cock deep inside me, and how to fuck a man's ass too. How to kiss, especially, and every damn time was like the first time, only without the heavy taste of whiskey on his tongue and in his spit like that first kiss when I was 16, back from his department's awards night, loose and buzzed and close and warm with me in the dark of my bedroom. His kisses thick and deep and wet and strong, making my cock stir and throb for him. "So this is where the magic happens, huh?" he grinned, standing in my dorm bedroom beside my bed, already stripped of the linens. "Not a lot of magic this semester," I said as he pawed my ass and looked around the bare walls. "You're kind of a hard act to follow." "Shit, big, strong, handsome kid like you oughta be neck-deep in it," he said, his dark brows pulling tight in a mock-frown. "Especially my kid." "Hard to explain," I said, shuddering as he leaned in and nuzzled, then kissed up and down the side of my neck, big hands roaming over my body, feeling me up through my clothes. "Still getting comfortable with the idea... y'know, bringing dudes back here. Not knowing what my roomies would think." "Well, you got a dude here now, son," he rumbled, his five-o'clock shadow rasping against mine as his lips sought mine out again. "One last chance to make the magic happen here, huh? So show me." I kissed him, hard and hungry, imagining he was a date - and god damn, that whole idea, me and Dad on a date, fuck - I'd brought back to my room, like my roomies did with the girls they picked up when they got lucky enough. No need to be quiet now, though, and that just added fuel to the fire, as me and Dad made out, loud and hungry, growling, lips smacking, grunting. I maneuvered him back to my bare single bed, sitting down beside him as I tugged on his sweater and the T-shirt underneath. He grinned and lifted his heavy arms up for me to strip them off of him, chuckling at my hungry moan as I bared his big, smooth, thick-muscled torso, before lunging in to maul at his hefty pecs. "Damn I missed ya, big guy," he said, all deep and low, rubbing the back of my head as I nuzzled at his stiffening nips and squeezed the big mass of his thighs. I looked up to him and kissed him again, deep and wet. "Doubt I'd ever get a guy this hot back here," I said, thinking of the dudes I'd hooked up with after working out, or in the basement bathroom at the library, or upstairs at some hazy party on Fraternity Row. Mostly hot college dudes, sure, but nothing compared to the massive, muscular spectacle of my own father. The man who'd first made my cock hard, and had done it ever since. "Don't sell yourself short," he growled, his strong paw on the back of my neck, tilting it up to look at him. "You're a fucking stud. My stud kid. I bet you could have anyone you want in your bed." "I do now," I grinned, then kissed him hard to show him how much I meant it, pushing him back flat on the bare mattress as I stripped my hoodie and t-shirt off, and fell on him. "C'mon," he said with that devilish grin a little later, standing up, his hand reaching for mine and pulling me up effortlessly, big as I was. He made an awesome sight, his jeans unbuttoned, his big-ass cock thick and hard and jutting across his hip, just like mine was. "If we're gonna christen this sonofabitch, let's do it right, big guy." He tugged me behind him, into the bedroom next to mine, what had been Dale's room until a few hours ago. His turn to sit my ass down on the mattress this time, and I couldn't help but think of all the loads my roomie had shot on this little single bed, even as Dad popped the rest of the buttons on my 501s, kneeled down between my thighs, and yanked the jeans down over my ass, freeing the big, leaking bulge of my underwear. "Big fuckin' cock," he growled proudly, grinning up at me as he ran his thick, blunt fingertips over the damp cotton stretched tight over my shaft. "Just like you, big guy," I moaned. He reached for the waistband of my boxer briefs, and let my hardon free. I loved the little whistle he gave it, before he winked up at me and took my hard young thickness in his big paw, stroking it up and down a couple times in that old familiar way of his. Like him, I was past seven inches, thick and uncut, a pretty damn fine cock if I did say so myself. "Big-Dick Borelli," my teammates used to call me back in school, which had made Dad laugh and laugh, because they'd called him the exact same thing back in his day too. Now, Dad licked his full lips, opened wide, and took the full, slick head in his mouth, washing it over and over with his big, agile tongue, growling happily as I spurted precum for him, then looked up at me and winked again as he slowly sucked his way down my inches, almost all the way down to the root. "Fuck, Dad, I missed you so bad," I moaned again, my hand caressing the fresh-shaved gleam of his head. "Mmmmm-mm-mmm," he rumbled around my cock, making me shiver again. "Missed you too." And he showed me, sucking up and down the length of my cock, letting his thick spit flow freely, suckling on the thick head as his big paw worked the lower inches of the stalk, rubbing his spit into the hot flesh of my big young dick. Working me slowly, wetly, hotly towards my cum, slurping and swallowing and grunting as I moaned and squirmed my ass on my old roomie's mattress. I managed to back him up off my piece before things went too far, and it was my turn to tug him upright, pulling him across to the other side of the suite, going with his example, pulling him into Zeke's old room. Same built-in desk, same crappy desk chair, same bare single mattress as mine and Dale's rooms, just reversed. We kissed again, tasting my cock and my precum on his tongue and in his spit, as I pushed his jeans down over his big, muscular ass, down his powerful thighs, letting him take over and kick them free as I went after his boxer shorts, and the heavy, hard, slow-leaking treasure inside of them. He looked fucking incredible, big and naked and all beefy-muscled, his big fucking cock towering and shining with his pre as I kneeled at his feet and he rubbed my head with a proud, paternal grin. "Go for it, big guy," he rumbled, and I did with a hungry growl. The familiar taste of him filled my mouth as my tongue worked his fat head around and around, my lips stretching around the throbbing girth of his fuckshaft as I worked my way down, one hand tugging on my own cock as I moaned happily, the other cradling his enormous, heavy, cum-filled balls worshipfully. I was pretty good at sucking dick, and I don't know if I'd gotten any better at it since the last time I'd blown my father back in August, but he sure seemed to appreciate it, letting out a deep, lusty growl as he sank his fingers into my hair and urged me on. "Yeah buddy, nice and deep," he grunted. "Aw fuck, yeah... goddamn, nobody does this like you do, son." I felt like my chest was bursting with pride, but then again, maybe it was oxygen deprivation. Breath control had always been the thing he'd stressed most with this - well, that and watching your teeth - and just like every time I did this, no matter who it was with, it was his deep, low, lusty voice I heard in my head, reminding me to breathe, to work the underside of his head, to tease and play with his hefty balls, to stroke the fur along his taint. He rewarded me with more deep-chested moans, a tighter grip on the sides of my head, a thicker flow of that salty-mineral precum, all tangy on my tongue as I worked him over. We were probably the first people to 69 on Oliver's bed next door - well, this past semester, at least - because the lanky Chinese kid had never had anybody over to stay. I wondered what the next occupant would think if they knew a big father and his son had sprawled out on the single bed and swallowed each other's fat fuckin' cocks simultaneously, slurping and moaning and drooling all over the bare mattress, bodies meshed together top to tail on the narrow little single. The whole notion of what we were doing just made it all that much hotter, that and the lewd wet sounds of our mutual cocksucking, our thick grunts, the squeak of the bedframe as we squirmed and slurped and and groped at each other. Dad started to snort like a bull, the sign he was getting very close, that rich musky tang filling my mouth again as his cockhead throbbed against my tongue. I got as many licks in as I could, feeling my own big nuts pulling up tight to my groin, my own cock sizzling along its length, all the way down to my balls and up inside of me, before Dad's big paws tugged my head off of him, gently but firmly. He pulled me up to face him, our lips and chins glazed with spit, angling into kiss me all hungry and sloppy, clutching my own big body tight to his awesome, powerful frame, writhing together on Oliver's former bed. "Never fucked anybody in that bed of yours, huh kid?" he said a few minutes later, both of us panting a little. I shook my head, blushing, feeling a little bit like I'd let him down, which was dumb, but it was what it was. He seemed to pick up on it, his thick thumb stroking my cheek as he tilted my face back up to look at him again. "High time we took care of that, big guy," he murmured, kissing me a little slower, a little softer this time, before taking my hand and pulling me up off Oliver's bed. "Aw fuck, Dad," I moaned, almost catching myself, before remembering we were the only ones here, the suite empty for the first time in four months. We could be as loud as we wanted to be now, and I let loose a little, grunting and cursing as Dad licked my hole with his fat, wet, skilled tongue, making his own lewd, greedy sounds of lust and hunger. My cock was drooling precum freely onto the bare mattress - my mattress again, the one I'd occupied the past four months, thinking about him for most of it. Stroking my cock, all alone in my single, thinking about the pervy, incestuous love me and my big studly father had for each other. Shooting my heavy loads all over my stomach, biting my lips, struggling not to grunt out "Dad" as I did. Wishing he was here with me. Well, he was here with me now, making up for lost time, all those fantasies I'd had about him and me here in my dorm room, being who we were together. Making them real, as he fucked up inside of me with his thick, wet, experienced tongue, big paws squeezing my glutes as he spread me wide and licked up into my core. "Yeah, eat your boy's ass, you fucking stud," I hissed, and he grunted approvingly and gave my big, muscular ass a solid, echoing smack for good measure. "Gonna make me cum, Dad. All over my fuckin' dorm bed." "Not like this, I ain't," he growled, his voice thick with spit as he gave my glutes another playful smack, then a slow squeeze. "Fine as this big fuckin' Borelli ass is, I got other plans for it." I shivered and moaned aloud as he kiss-licked his way up my spine, feeling the weight of his brawny cop body pressing up to my bare skin, warm and a little moist with paternal fucksweat. I felt the single mattress dip under his weight as he climbed fully up onto it from the floor, his knees straddling mine as he licked up the back of my neck, his weight so warm and comforting and close above me, making me back my ass up against the thick, stiff rod of his big Dad dick. "You pack your lube, kid?" he growled in my ear as he nuzzled and nibbled at the lobe. I looked around, saw my shower kit next to my backpack and my laptop on the desk, and pointed at it. Dad lifted up off me, reached across the narrow space between my bed and the built-in desk, and snagged the leather bag. I lay there, chin propped on my forearms, enjoying the feeling of being naked and hard against the bare mattress, the steady throb of Dad's hard, hefty cock nestled in the cleft of my ass, as I listened to him sort through the contents of my shower kit until he found the little bottle of lube. Then the pop of the cap, the slick, wet sound of him applying a layer to his brawny cock. Shivering as I felt the cool slickness on his thick fingertips, touching my spit-sticky hole, rubbing and probing and pressing, making the lube warm up as he rubbed it into the muscle and skin. "How long, son?" he asked, voice low and warm and solicitous as he pushed his thick finger up inside me, rotating, driving me even more nuts. "August," I moaned, relaxing, opening up to him and the second lubed finger. "Night before you dropped me off. That motel." "Something about being in a hotel room," he chuckled again, probing deeper, rubbing over the spot inside of me, making me moan and push back on his thick, powerful, slick fingers. "But it's even better here in your room, kid," he rumbled in my ear, his muscular body close and warm against my bare skin, draped all over me as I felt the blunt press of his cockhead at my hole, I hiked my ass up and back as best as I could, pushing myself against him. If my roommates could see me now, I thought, and that sent a hot shiver all through me. "You gotta promise me, son," Dad said, pushing himself against my slicked hole a little more, the pressure steady and insistent and familiar. "Promise me next semester, you'll share your bed. Show a bud or three how fucking amazing you are with another man, big guy. Make me proud," he finished with a lusty whisper and another push of his hips that had him starting to breach me. "I will, Dad," I moaned back over my shoulder, his breath hot on my face and my lips. "But nobody'll ever do me like you do, big guy." Dad growled at that and pressed his lips to mine, as he pushed again and made his way inside of me. Fuck, I'd forgotten - no, that was a lie, I'd never forget, ever - the pressure and the stretch, the sensation of my father's thick, hard, bare cock probing up into me. The cock he'd made me with, 19 years ago, pushing up inside the son he'd made with it. It hurt a little, not gonna lie - but it was a good kind of hurt, the kind that was over quickly, promising so much pleasure to come, and he delivered. I knew I had to push through the initial discomfort, and I pushed alright, pushing back and down his length, as he growled against my lips and worked with me, two big men working together in natural rhythm on my single bed. We worked together until he was embedded inside me, up in my guts, throbbing and pulsing, filling me like nobody else ever could. Dad's thick, musclebound arms squeezed around me, tight and comforting and so damn strong, both of us savoring our reconnection for moment before he slid his hips back, pulling back until just the thick, slick knob of his cock pulsed inside of me. "Love ya, son," he murmured in my ear. "Love you too, Dad," I moaned back, feeling the sweat starting to bead on my forehead, and then I let out a long, loud moan of pure sensation as he pushed all the way back up inside me. I'd gotten used to the way this bed squeaked and creaked, the way the cheap plywood headboard thumped against the brick wall, but it all sounded different with the hefty weight of two big men working on it. It was a thrill not to have to move quietly, not to worry about advertising to my roommates that I was jacking off in here, not to have to quiet my moans and grunts because of the thin walls. Me and Dad went for it, just fucked like we did at home, grunting and cursing and talking to each other, spurring each other on, letting the sound of his hips slapping against my ass fill the room, out the wide open door, fill the while fucking suite with the lusty sounds of mansex. The sound of a father fucking his son, free and deep and heavy. The headboard banged the wall, the bedslats creaked, the sounds of wet kissing and a lubed cock repeatedly thrusting up into a tight, slicked hole filled the air. I thought again about my roomies clustered in the open door, watching me get fucked by my own father, and I let out a long, low moan of sheer pervy lust at the image as I bucked my ass back against Dad. "So... fuckin'... good," Dad panted, lifting up, pulling my hips up into doggy position, pounding my ass faster and harder, his harsh breaths filling the room along with mine. "Fuckin' my boy..." "Aw yeah, fuck me, Dad," I half-wailed, and he grunted and drilled me even harder, his sweat starting to sprinkle my skin, big fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he railed me like nobody else ever had, or probably ever would. I didn't dare touch my cock, because I didn't ever want this ride to end. It did, just temporarily, as Dad pulled out and flipped my big ex-ballplayer's body over almost effortlessly. He looked even better now, all fired up and intense, skin glowing, packed with muscles, a fire in his eyes as he pushed my legs apart, slid his hands under my ass and lifted me up so he could slide his big fucking cock up inside my depths again. I moaned and clutched at the big powerful boulders of his biceps, as he nodded and grinned at me and sank to his bush inside of me, before recommencing his epic sonfucking. "So... fuckin'... proud of ya, son," he grunted. "Miss this... so fuckin' much... but so glad you're here..." "Missed you too, Dad," I grunted back. "Miss your cock... your cum... your tongue... miss you here in my bed..." "Aw fuck, buddy," he moaned, big hands squeezing my pecs, staring lustily down into my eyes. "Daddy's here for ya now, big guy." I nodded, feeling that fire in my belly, slow-kindling heat spreading through my guts and my loins. "Finally gettin' laid... in my bed... with you," I moaned, and I couldn't help but reach for my throbbing, precum-drooling cock. "Helpin' my boy get off right," Dad moaned, and I could see his orgasm coming, written all over his big, handsome face, his voice getting tight. "My big stud college kid... makin' me proud... aw fuck... makin' me cum..." "Makin' your boy cum, Dad," my voice getting all tight like his, sounding almost exactly like him, and that just stoked the fires even more. "Gonna fucking cum, Dad!" I yelled out, and just like that, it was happening. I gasped and shivered and clutched at his huge biceps with one hand as I stroked thick, hot, pent-up jets of my cum all over my stomach and chest with the other. Dad stared lustily down at me as he fucked my nut from me, concentrating on my prostate like he always did so well, before giving himself over to his own cum, powerful, far-reaching thrusts up into my core as his big, brawny muscles bunched up hard. "Fuckin' cumming, kid!" he hollered, thrusting up hard and deep into me, his face and muscles all locked up as he shot inside of me, his face full of lust and love and pleasure as he filled me with his thick, rich seed. Showering with him afterwards was amazing, taking our time in the bathroom I'd shared with Dale all semester, no worries about the hot water running out as we swapped tongues and soaped each other up, nice and slow. We pulled our clothes back on afterwards and brushed the snow drifts off the Tahoe, heading over to Slice of Brooklyn - "Yeah, I don't think so," Dad said skeptically, his voice pure native New Yorker, but hey, even average pizza is great pizza, especially after the fuck of the century - and sharing a pitcher of beer and some laughs, enjoying the company we'd both missed these past few months. I guess we could've probably tried to find a motel room over by the Interstate, but we found ourselves back in the suite again. "I guess you could take Dale's bed," I said, looking down at mine dubiously. "This one barely held us before, let alone for a whole night." "That's exactly what I was thinking, bud," Dad said, and I'm not gonna lie, I was a little disappointed we wouldn't be sleeping together. But hell, we had the whole winter break to do that back home, pretty much. He went into Dale's room, and I heard him moving stuff around. Then he came past my door, dragging Dale's mattress into the living room, pushing the cheap couch and chairs around, before coming back to me. "C'mon, we got a long drive in the morning, so let's get settled," he said, reaching for my mattress and dragging it out into the living room with him as I stared at him, not yet getting it. When I did, I smiled real big, and dug around the Hefty bag on the floor for my sheets, pillows and comforter. We pushed the mattresses together on the living room floor, made them up as best we could, and soon we were slipping back out of our clothes and sliding naked into each other's arms, huddling close and warm under my comforter as Dad's lips pressed to mine, soft and tender. It was like camping, only in my dorm room, and somehow it was one of the most awesome things we'd ever done together, outside the bedroom. "They might cut the heat off," I said, snuggling into his big, muscular embrace, our thighs sliding together like they always did when we shared a bed. "Everybody's meant to be gone, so they take it down to the bare minimum." "Think we're already there," he chuckled, sliding his big paw over my naked hip, pulling me even tighter into him. "And if they do, we can always find a way to warm up, right big guy?" "Yeah, I bet we can, Dad," I grinned, leaning in to kiss him again, warm and soft and slowly deepening. Looked like we might just get to christen the last room of the suite yet, before we headed home.