Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2017 22:24:16 -0500 From: Stevie D Subject: Wishing it Was Dad 3 Hey guys! Be sure to donate to Nifty in order to keep the site alive and free! As always, this is fantasy and feedback is always welcome. "Van! Time to get up!" I heard my dad yell from down the hallway. It woke up me a little jolt. I was groggy and little hungover from the night before. The night before came flooding back to me, the memory of the cop on the side of the road. Then I heard a bang on the door of my room. "Van, we have work to do!" My dad said through the door. I sat up and padded over to the door. Just as I was about to open the door to show my dad that I was awake, I realized that my cock was still hanging out of my fly, rock hard. I shoved it back into my shorts and opened the door. "You look like hell, Sport... get changed and meet me in the garage." My dad said as he gave me an odd sideways glance. "Sure thing, dad." I closed the door and pulled off my shirt, tossing it on the floor. As I was taking off my shorts, I saw that my shirt was still covered with my crusted load of cum that I jerked off the night before right before I fell asleep. No wonder my dad was looking at me funny! A little embarrassed, but also trying to hide the fact that I was hungover, I quickly changed into some old workout clothes and ran down to meet my dad in the garage. I had promised to help him cleanout the smaller garage since Greg and my sister had finally taken the furniture they were storing. "Let's start by just getting everything out then we can scrub, then organize everything as we put it back." Dictated my dad. We started taking out boxes of junk, old furniture, old used sporting goods, spare car parts, yard work equipment, folding tables... pretty much anything you think of. My parents were definitely pack rats but not to an extreme level. They also tended to store things for my siblings while they moved or reorganized their houses. The heat and humidity was already unbearable by the time we got through moving half of the crap out of the garage and it wasn't even 11am yet. My dad shed his shirt and I followed suit. Part of me was nervous he'd be able to smell the booze I was seemingly sweating out but he didn't seem to notice. We both tossed our shirts on the workbench that we were about to carry out together. Lugging everything out of the garage with my dad wasn't something that I would normally find sexual, but in light of my recent experiences I had to try as hard as possible not to lose myself in my fantasies, and even then, I was failing. My dad's ripped upper body was fully pumped up from moving everything. His huge, broad, power chest was matted down with his thick layer of chestnut brown chest hair that continued unabated over his shredded six-pack abs. And when we lifted up on the heavy solid wood and metal workbench, his obliques engaged as his ripped core tightened and his lats flared. "Phew, Sport, let's take a break!" Dad suggested as we set down the workbench. "Sounds good, Dad." The sun beat down on us as we each grabbed a bottle of water and sat on the grass, away from the asphalt, which radiated heat. Sweat dripped down his gorgeous body, his cannonball delts, and thick powerful arms. I just wanted to run my face up and down his body, I wanted to taste him, I wanted it all. Needless to say, I my cock could cut diamonds by now. My jock was certainly straining to contain my huge erection. "You must have gotten in late last night. Didn't even hear you come in." Dad said nonchalantly. "Yeah, it was later than I expected. I had to find another ride after Davis went off with a girl." I replied. "Were you drinking, Sport?" he asked, turning his head to look me in the eyes. "There was some drinking... and I... I did have some too. But I didn't drive! And I wouldn't have gotten in a car with anyone who had been." I was honest but tried to save myself with my `good judgment'. I had never really lied to my parents about anything. We grew up in a pretty open household, so the need to lie wasn't really there. But I knew that drinking was wrong which is why I felt some hesitation to fess up to my dad. But, I knew that being honest would make it easier in the long run. Plus, he wouldn't have asked if he didn't already know. "I figured you had some to drink. You looked like hell this morning and it's not like you to oversleep like that." He said looking at me thoughtfully and sternly. His expression broke to a different one I wasn't familiar with for a split second, as if he remembered something for a moment. It was intense, but not in a fatherly way. "You know, Sport, that I am disappointed that you would break the law underage drinking. It's dangerous and illegal. But I was also 18 once, a hotshot athlete going places so I know what it's like. Just promise me to be extremely careful. When in doubt call me anytime and I will pick you up." "Thanks, dad. I know it was stupid but thanks for understanding." "Well, now that that's out of the way and we have everything out of the garage, what do you say we get to work scrubbing the place?" Dad said with a smile. "I'll grab the hose!" I jumped to my feet first hoping to readjust my erection while I ran for the hose. Dad got up and turned on the radio that usually sat on the workbench, which he had plugged into an outdoor outlet. With a classic rock station blasting and the cold water from the hose cooling down the garage, time started to move a little quicker. I felt much better than I did when I woke up. We swept out any debris, then hosed down the concrete floor, then we got some brushes and sudsy water and went to work scrubbing the floor. In my mind, this turned into a playful water fight that ended with both of us naked and raging hard. Sadly, this didn't happen and it was mostly just scrubbing and occasionally singing along with the radio. When we had finally finished the whole floor and rinsed it all out with the hose and set up some box fans to dry it off, we went inside for lunch. My mom had made us some chicken salad sandwiches for lunch and had it all set up for us at the island in the kitchen. We wolfed it all down; working in the heat had made us ravenous. I grabbed some water and flicked on Sportscenter to catch up on whatever highlights I had missed from the night before. I was trying anything I could not to picture my dad naked. I couldn't stop thinking about what his cock looked like. Was it as big as mine? Bigger? Smaller? How thick was it? Those thoughts proliferated my mind as we neatly put everything back in the garage, now lemon scented. I had to do something to get my mind off of Dad. So when he suggested that we go take a dip in the pool to cool off, I knew that I had to blow him off. I felt bad, but I had to get away for a little bit. "I'm going to go get a lift in. No days off, right, Dad?" It was half a joke; that was what he had always said. "I'm glad you are really taking this seriously, Sport! I'd join ya, but I got my lift in early while you were still snoozing. I think the noon class just finished at the downtown box. Need the keys?" he was always supportive of us working out. "Naw Tim usually sticks around on Saturday to do his own thing. I'll text him to make sure." "Sounds good! You've been hitting hard, really filling out. I can't wait to see you on the field this year. Seeing you go this hard inspired me to shoot for the masters regionals in the CrossFit Open this year!" "No way! That's awesome, Dad! You know you'll kill it!" "You really think your old man can do it?" he asked with a grin. "Of course!" He put his arm around my shoulders as we walked inside for me to get my workout things and I just about melted into him. The heat he radiated made me sweat harder and his sweaty musk made my cock throb. When I pulled up to the box the only car I was Tim's. I hadn't bothered putting on a shirt and I tried my best to park my Jeep in the shade so the interior wouldn't be molten when I came back. Tim was finishing up cleaning from the last class of the day when I came in. He was planning on getting a workout in too so I joined. We got a pretty intense back workout in. I didn't follow the typical CrossFit workouts that most of the people that went to my dad's gyms did, I did a modified version that Tim came up with to emphasize what I needed to excel on the lacrosse field. After almost 90 minutes we were both trying to catch our breath, sitting in front of the big ass fans that we used for circulation in the warehouse gym. "I heard my dad is shooting to qualify from the Open. I think he's gonna kill it." I puffed. "Yeah, Van, I think he'll qualify easily." Tim replied. We sat there catching up a little bit. The last week had been a busy one and we didn't have much time to bullshit after workouts like we usually did. Over the 2 years he worked for my dad, Tim and I had become pretty close, especially since we had started working out together. Eventually we came to the subject that had come up a week ago. "How have things been going for you... you know, girl or guy wise?" Tim asked with an earnest look. "Ha, there actually have been some developments in that department." I said a little more freely than I thought I would. "Awesome, dude! Any details you wanna share!?" Tim was genuinely excited for me. "Well.... I made it with two guys and I really liked it." I replied a little sheepishly. I had decided that vagueness was the best road for me at that time. I didn't want to get anyone in trouble and figured that Tim didn't want the gory details anyway. "Look at you! Now you're a player!" Tim gave me a playful shove. "Not really, those were the first times ever for me." I laughed. "It's cool, dude, everyone starts somewhere. And I mean you've figured out what you like so you're already ahead of most your age." "Thanks, bro. Just wish I was more skilled in some departments, you know?" I was surprised at how easily it was to talk to Tim about this. "Someone who looks like you I doubt you will have any shortage of guys willing to let you practice on them." Encouraged Tim. "I guess I just have to be patient, ugh." I faked exasperation. "How's Meg doing?" I asked about his fiancé. "She's doing good but it seems like with all of her travel that we don't get to see much of each other lately. Just gotta live with it though things will settle down eventually." Tim was honest and a little vulnerable talking about how he missed his fiancé when she was away for work. "That's gotta be hard, man." I put my arm around his shoulder. "You have no idea." Tim readjusted himself. "I guess not!" I joked gesturing to him groping himself. "You caught me." He laughed. "If you want to practice --" he cut himself off laughing, but I picked up that it was only half a joke. "Sure, bro." I was brimming with sexual confidence with everyone except Dad. "Really?" Tim looked incredulous for a second before a wide smile crept across his face. "Definitely, man." We decided to move to the small office just in case anyone walked into the box for some reason. As we got up, there were sweat puddles from where we were sitting. "How should we do it?" Tim asked. "Umm, lose the shorts and sit in the chair." I replied, taking control. Tim shed his shorts and compression shorts underneath. He was standing in front of me completely naked. His muscles were still bulging from the workout, his powerful, cut chest and shoulders and his abs popped. His chest was dusted with blond hair and he had a small treasure trail of light blond terminating at his navel. His blue eyes gleamed and his unshaven blond scruff caught the light. The hair on his head was short but messy from the workout. The veins in his arms still bulged. His cock hung soft below his neatly trimmed blond pubes resting on his shaved nuts. He sat down in the chair and leaned back. I got down on my knees and leaned forward. His sweaty musk filled my nostrils and my cock was rigid in my shorts. I opened my mouth and used my tongue to lift his cock to my lips. I easily took the whole thing in my mouth since it was still soft. I used my tongue to explore his cut cock. With my tongue's urging, his cock quickly began to wake up. As I felt it get more firm in my mouth I pulled him closer to me by pulling the swivel chair, which shoved more of his hardening member down my throat. I spat it out to admire it fully hard. His cock was perfect for dick sucking practice; 7.5 inches with a nice thickness but not overly so. The head was a little stubby and I immediately jumped back down on it. Swirling my tongue around and sliding it down the undersize of the shaft as I slid it down my throat. The back of my throat more easily opened up than it did with the cop, and I took it down. I contracted my throat muscles around his member and he moaned. I continued these motions a few times before Tim cried out that he was cumming and shot a nice load in my mouth. He was sweating again after blowing his load but he had a huge smile on his face. "Thanks, Van, I needed that. If you ever need any more practice, you know where to find me." He joked. After that, we said our goodbyes and I headed home to jerk off like a madman. Over the next week, I blew Tim after every workout. Even after school started and my schedule shift, we were still able to get in blowjobs after workouts. I knew I was becoming a more skilled cocksucker, I was learning to work the balls and taint as well as some more use of my tongue on his shaft and changes in suction. Needless to say, Tim was more than willing to let me learn on him. The last week of summer brought our first game of the season, which then bled, seamlessly into the first week of school. These weeks were largely uneventful save for my blowing Tim after workouts and adjusting to doing schoolwork again. My workload wasn't that great since I had done a great job of getting as many core academic classes in while I was an underclassman. This left me with a pretty easy schedule at school but I tried my best to buckle down and not let senioritis settle in too early. We had two more games during the first week of classes and we were sitting pretty at 3-0. The following weekend was Labor Day and my family had a cookout in our back yard. I was a little worried since it would be the first time I would see Greg since I fucked him in the pool house but my worries were unfounded as we both acted as if nothing had happened. During the cookout, my brother, to my surprise, invited me to his bachelor party. He was getting married in mid autumn and his buddies had been planning a golf weekend in Myrtle Beach in late September as bachelor party for him. He had already talked to my parents and gotten the ok to invite me to it and I was ecstatic! I had always wanted to be like my big brother, and him including me in such a major event in his life made me feel more grown up than I was. The week after Labor Day, after practice, the team was watching some film on our next opponent as usual. Only today, Coach Palmer had put together some highlights of college lacrosse midfielders who he thought I could pick some things up from. His mindset was that I had the talent to be playing at D1 level by the end of my senior year of high school. I was grateful that he took such an interest in me and watched the extra film while he left to grade some papers. I watched it twice over making some notes of things to try before I took the DVD and went back to the locker room to shower and head home since it was getting late. It was just me in the locker room so I stripped totally naked and slung the towel over my shoulder. Well, to be honest, I had been doing that all year. My newfound sexual confidence had me not caring who was looking at my body. As I was rounding the corner to the showers I heard one turn on. I couldn't guess who was still around, but I didn't much care. I was hungry and it was already almost 8pm, I just wanted to get home and eat dinner. When I did round the corner my cock began to stir immediately. Coach Bauer was standing at the middle showerhead adjusting the temperature. Coach Bauer was the football coach and he was built like a linebacker. He had always given me shit for not playing football like my dad and brother had. It only got worse as I emerged as a star lacrosse midfielder and he wanted me to put my athleticism to use on the gridiron. I hated it. And over the years with the constant ribbing and shit he gave me, I grew to hate him and his cocky attitude. I hated him even more because he was incredibly hot. He was a walking wet dream. As he heard me walk into the showers he turned to me. He was about 6'2 and built like a brick shit house. Dense, dark hair covered his massive chest and flat stomach all leading to a thick bush before his soft cock hung on top of 2 large low hanging balls. "Vance Falk." He sneered as he turned back to his showerhead. "Coach Bauer." I acknowledged and turned on a showerhead nearest the entrance. I began to soap up under my showerhead as quick as possible. I just wanted to get out of there without incident. No mater how much confidence I now had, Coach Bauer always could make me feel 2 feet tall. But, I couldn't help myself from peeking glances at him. His back was a solid wall of muscle that soapy water cascaded over down to his powerful ass and hamstrings. He definitely wasn't as cut as Greg or Tim but he was built like a bulldozer. Despite my best efforts, my stolen glances had made me cock begin to swell. When it became evident to me that I couldn't help but get hard, I decided not to care. It's not like Coach Bauer could give me shit for having a small cock! I turned around to rinse my back just as Coach Bauer turned around to face me to rinse his. "Look at little Vance Falk. Guess he's not so little." Just the way the man talked made my blood boil. "What's got him so hard? Seeing what a real man looks like?" he snickered. I just rolled my eyes and put my head under the flow of water. I let the water run all over my body to get any of the rest of the soap off of my body. When I opened my eyes, Coach Bauer was standing right next to me with a devilish smirk on his face. "Vance Falk, you didn't get hard until you saw me in here." He said flatly. I hated how he used my full name whenever he addressed me. I was one of the few students who could look him straight in the eyes since I was actually taller than he was. The look on his five o'clock shadowed face was stern, not at all menacing. I stared into his brown eyes and momentarily forgot what he had said to me. "Yes, sir, that happened." I didn't know if it was a question he asked me or not, either way, my cock was still rock hard. "It seems that I have the same problem now." He gestured to his hard cock. I had been looking him in the face and hadn't noticed that his cock was now totally hard. The hood of his uncut cock was almost totally fully retracted and covered only a little bit of his fat cockhead. His staff was 8.5 inches and unbelievably thick. He gave it a stroke with his hand then looked back up at me. "It looks like you do, Coach." I said trying to hide any signs of lust in my voice. "I'll show you how a real man takes care of it." He said with that same cocky grin and intense look. With that, he walked out of the shower room and into the coaches' office. I hated myself for following him, but I did. I was so turned on I couldn't help myself. When I got into the coaches' office, which was a large room off to the side of the athlete's locker room which all of the coaches shared as an office, Coach Bauer was sitting on his desk stroking his thick cock and watching me walk in. "Vance Falk sure did bulk up over the summer. Sorry, but football tryouts are over." I stood there staring at him. As his meaty paw stroked his massive pecker. The foreskin slid over the fat head and back down, precum oozed out of his piss slit and was worked into the skin by his strokes. "I bet you wouldn't even know what to do with it." Taunted Coach Bauer while he squeezed his cock just below the head causing more precum to ooze out, without breaking eye contact. I didn't say anything and I was probably still internally battling my lust for this man, but I slowly walked over to him as he sat on the desk and knelt down before him. I saw the look on his face change from serious intensity to one with a cocky smirk. He knew that he had me. My lips parted around Coach Bauer's cockhead. I had never seen an uncut cock in person and the feel of his foreskin in my mouth excited me even more. His pike was thick and slick with precum. I played with his foreskin with my tongue, flitting under and around it then using my hand to retract it and attack the exposed head with another tongue assault. "Fuck! It looks like Vance Falk does know what to do with a real man's cock." Moaned Coach Bauer as he slid his hips forward, forcing more of his member down my throat. I gagged a little at his motion since I was not used to the girth of his manhood. But, I immediately regained me composure and put all the practice I had with Tim to work. My hand found his balls and tugged lightly on them as I devoured more of his fat cock down my throat and contracting the muscles of my gullet around it. Eliciting more and more moans from Coach Bauer invigorated and made bolder. My hand shifted from his balls to his taint, teasing and applying some pressure. I could feel the stud football coach squirm and shutter above me as he still rested on the desk. Coach Bauer's tree trunk legs involuntarily spread for me as I took more of his cock into my throat and explored his taint with my right hand. His grunts and groans filled the room and just as I was able to take the whole of his shaft down, my fingers found their way up his asscrack. I hadn't realized that was what I was going for, until I felt the smoothness of the outside of his sphincter muscle break the forest of hair growing in his trench. "Hell no!" roared Coach Bauer as he shot up from the desk, smacking my hand away from his ass, and popping his throbbing cock out of my agape mouth. "No one gets in there. Get your ass up and bend over!" he commanded. Lust had totally overtaken me; I complied without any protest and bent over the desk. I hated this man, but I wanted him. His slick finger appeared at my hole, applying pressure. "Let me in, Vance Falk. This'll hurt less if you let me in." Coach Bauer instructed firmly. Slowly, his finger sunk into my tight pucker. This was only the second time that something had been in my ass, and I was taken back to my time with Mr. Wells in his kitchen. As soon as the high school football coach's finger slid all the way in, it was removed. A second finger joined it as it pushed back in. He was not as patient as Mr. Wells was and I was glad that this was not my first time. As he fucked me with his index and middle finger, I heard a drawer open and the cap of a bottle snap open. I was trying my best to clear my mind and relax my hole as the fingers withdrew. In their place I felt the throbbing head of Coach Bauer's cock coated with cold lube and my body shuttered. He applied more pressure and broke through my tight hole's resistance. "Ahhh fuck!" I cried as Coach Bauer pushed his whole fat cockhead in at once; my ass instinctively clenched as pain radiated through the area. "Calm the fuck down! Looks like Vance Falk isn't as experienced as I thought." Laughed Coach Bauer at my discomfort. I kept groaning as Coach Bauer sawed his cockhead in and out of my hole. He had slowed down from pushing the whole head in at once, but he was in no way going easy on me. Each time the head went back in, he pushed a little more of the shaft through my opening. His cock was thicker that Mr. Wells, it had my pucker stretched further than it ever had been. After some time, I was able to really relax, and felt my ass begin to open up. The pain slowly shifted pleasure but the discomfort of his girth remained. The whole time, my cock stayed steel hard. By now it was throbbing again between my legs, smearing precum on the papers strewn across the coach's desk. When Coach Bauer finally bottomed out his cock in my ass, he let out a cackle, withdrawing nearly all of his cock before slamming it back in. "Shit, you are a tight fucker!" cried Coach Bauer as he picked up the pace and intensity of his thrusts. I could only moan in pleasure at his onslaught. The power of his fucking coupled with my dislike of him somehow made it more hot to me. I began bucking my hips back in time with his inward thrusts; each time his massively thick cock slid over my prostate I saw stars. It was almost like I wasn't in control of my body anymore; the discomfort of the stretch of my hole was gone, that feeling was replaced with the knowledge of how hugely thick the tool was that was penetrating me. "Ahhh kid! You're gonna make me bust if you keep that up." Whimpered Coach Bauer. I kept bucking my hips back as he pounded away at me mercilessly. His thrusts became more powerful; he was throwing all of his might into this fuck. I felt the pleasure and pressure building in me. Coach Bauer was going for his nut and mine was coming along too. Each time he pounded in, my body slammed against the desk. A symphony of moans and the smacking of our bodies together reverberated through the coaches' office. Coach Bauer let loose a volley of expletives as he pounded his cock into my ass one last time, holding it all the way in and pushing harder against me and the desk. I could feel the torrent of his cum flooding into me as his cock somehow throbbed larger and thicker than it had been all this time. His words became almost unintelligible. Shot after shot of his seed coated my insides. Each time another jet of cum exploded from his cock, I felt it throb in my ass. I tried to buck my hips to move his cock around inside of me. I was on the precipice of blowing my load, but I was pinned against the desk with his full weight and power of the muscles holding me in position as he unloaded. I couldn't get to my cock and couldn't move my body. "Fuck, Vance Falk, you are a tight fucker." Coach Bauer came back to his senses as he slid his cock out of my ass. "Coach... I... didn't get to..." I huffed and puffed still catching my breath from the pounding and the weight of him on top of me. "Flip over, Vance Falk, I'm not finished with you yet." Commanded Coach Bauer. I complied with the football coach looming over me, pushing myself off of the desk and turning over to rest my used, leaking ass on the edge. As I turned over my thick 9-inch cock sprung up and smacked my defined abs with a loud thwack. A spot of precum gooeyness spread over my abs as my cock continued to leak. "Legs up, Vance Falk. I need seconds of this ass." Boomed Coach Bauer. "Yes, Coach." I replied on autopilot. I was in a haze of horniness and lust as I leaned back and raised my legs into the air, exposing my puffy, red, abused hole. Coach Bauer slipped an index finger back up my ass and slowly finger fucked me, causing parts of the load he deposited minutes ago to leak out. I looked up at him, he was covered with sweat; the hair, from the thinning receding hair on his head to the mat of hair on his chest and abs were matted with sweat. His thick bush of pubes was slick with sweat, lube and cum. That's when I noticed that his cock was still rock hard. "Awwwww fuck yes!" moaned Coach Bauer as he slid his cock all the back into my cum slick hole in one motion. "Much easier going in this time!" he laughed as he pulled his cock all the way out then shoved it back in. He continued this long dicking. Each time he shoved his cock back in with a ferocity that knocked the breath out of me. I watched his abs flex and chest heave each time he thrust, the sweat poured off of him. He gripped the edge of the desk, using it for leverage to slam it home, causing his heavily muscled arms to bulge. My arms grasped the desk edge next to his in order to brace myself on the desk. His long dicking was pounding my buttnut every time he thrust in or out. I was drenched with sweat and my eyes began to roll back into my head. My nuts began to tighten and I felt like I was losing control. Suddenly, after an inward thrust by Coach Bauer, my cock rose up after slapping my stomach and the slit flared as my fire hose exploded the thick, hot liquid of my cum. It sprayed with such force, that it shot over my head a few times before landing on my face, chest, and stomach, finally pooling in the valleys of my abs. All the while, Coach Bauer had picked up the pace. I was still drifting in the clouds after my orgasm and all I could hear was the sound of his nuts slapping against my ass. My ass was still involuntarily clenching since my orgasm began and Coach Bauer began to lose his second load. I missed a lot of the details of his second since I was still out of it after losing mine. But I remember him pulling out after he finished with a little pop. My ass felt like it wasn't going to be able to close again. "I think I fucked Vance Falk stupid." Coach Bauer said to no one in particular as I got up, jelly legged and leaning on the wall for support. "That was amazing..." I muttered, still light headed, covered in my cum, and slowly regaining my composure. "It's late. I have to get home to the wife. You had better clean up this mess before someone sees it." Was all Coach Bauer said as he was already half dressed and grabbing his car keys. That had snapped me back to my senses. Fuck I hated that guy! But I'll be damned if that wasn't amazing sex. Coach Bauer was out the door in a flash, hardly acknowledging me after he had dumped his second load. I bedrudgingly got a towel and wiped off the lube, sweat, and cum from the desk and put the papers in a neat pile. Back in the locker room I looked at my phone, it was getting late. I remembered my parents had an event with the law department at Georgetown and that I could still beat them home. I grabbed my things and hustled out to my car. When I sat down, I let out a yelp, my ass was sore and raw. I had taken that thick beer can of a cock twice in a row and I was feeling it. I didn't want to soil my underwear so I was clenching my ass just about the entire way home. Luckily, when I got there, the house was empty. Before I knew it, I was in bed drifting to sleep, exhausted. It was unlike me to go without dinner, but I was spent and still in a daze.