Date: Sun, 5 May 2019 19:20:45 +0300 From: Nick Pecman Subject: A DRUNK NIGHT DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and aimed only at entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters is coincidental. If you have trouble seperating real life from fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now. To the readers, Please email me at if you enjoyed the story or have any questions or want to see morphs perhaps. Don't forget to donate to nifty to keep this site of erotic fiction going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html A DRUNK NIGHT by Nick Pecman My name is Troy Morgan and I am a 21 year old muscleboy. At least people tend to call me that and I go along with pleasure. Building muscle is what I live for. Even since highschool, I never studied at all and always couldn't wait to end classes to rush to the gym where I love to spend hours. As a result I have not amounted much in my life other than looking like a greek god. Which is perfectly fine because my family is rich and I don't really have to do much to have a good living. I just need to keep up my excellent physique so that people admire me and love to be around me. I have had 10 girlfriends and I'm only 21. Not counting the ones that didn't go past just-fucking. So I still live with my parents. So what? I can do whatever I want and have a clean house and cooked meals daily. My parents have encouraged me to work professionally as a gym instructor or at least a model, but I'm even too lazy to do that much. I like to work out for myself and myself alone. I've been blessed with a perfectly smooth and naturally tanned skin, which I do love to show off, but again only at my own command and for my own pleasure. I particularly love it when I wear tight clothes and all my upper body muscles pop out, seeming as if they're gonna burst out of the fabric. Especially my pecs. Damn my pecs are huge and in tight shirts they do look like they're gonna rip them right open and people can't stop staring at them, and I fucking love it. So basically that's how my life has been going since I finished highschool. Bulking up. Having fun. Going out all the time and staying out late. Have my parents bitch occassionally about me not having a job. And just being super hot and attracting attention anywhere I go. But there was this one night recently that changed my daily routine for good. It was a Friday evening when as usual I had gone out to drink with some friends. It was quite the place we went so I dressed up good, wearing a tuxedo, that obviously was a few sizes too small for my bulked up physique and I looked awesome in it. As usual I got wasted and arrived back home at around 4 am. I entered the house trying to keep as quiet as possible. I felt like the room was spinning so I decided to go have a few glasses of water to cool off the dizziness. I went to the kitchen grabbed a glass, filled it up, drunk it whole and then repeated the process. Only when I put down the glass I realized I wasn't alone in there. I turned around and saw my father sitting on the other side of the room. Having a bottle of whiskey on the kitchen table and a glass nearly empty. He was staring at me disappointed. Or so I thought. "Hey... dad..." I said quietly. "Troy..." he said and by the tone of his voice I realized he was drunk as well. "How you up so late?" I asked him. He chuckled. "What? Are you the only one who's allowed?" he talked back. I chuckled. "Right..." I said and proceeded to exit the kitchen. "Troy, you have to stop doing this" he pleaded. "Dad, it's fine..." I said and left. I went upstairs to my room. I tossed away my tux coat and my shoes, but had no energy to do anything more. I just dropped on my bed, laying on my back and fell asleep right away. I don't know how long it had been, but it was still dark out and I felt someone touching me so I woke up. Still dizzy and not able to see much. But I could feel a hand touching my torso, above my shirt. And I could smell the stench of alcohol. I knew it wasn't me cause it smelled like whiskey and I hadn't have any that night. The hand's movement seemed unstable, but felt very sensual and like it was really enjoying feeling up my muscles. My abs and particularly my big pecs. I started waking up more and more as the hand went on. "What..." I muttered in the dark. "Shh.." I heard a deep male whisper coming from beside me. "Da-ad?" I asked quietly and still dizzy. "Shhh.." the whisper insisted. The hand's movement became a bit faster and more... passionate. It groped up my pecs firmly. My eyes slowly started to adjust in the dark and I could make out my dad's shadow sitting on the edge of my bed beside me. It was his hand that was feeling me up. I couldn't really move, being so drunk and not yet fully awakened, but this felt super weird. He was really going for it, groping me hard. In a way that people do to me at parties usually when we're going wild, or girls on the first date when they're shocked at my physique and want to really take it in. But why was my dad feeling me up that same way? "What... are you... doing.." I tried to ask. I saw him lift up his other arm, the one that wasn't groping me, above me. But what I couldn't see was that he was holding the whiskey bottle in his hand. I just felt the liquid dripping onto me, wetting my shirt up, making it stick to my skin. "Ugh... dad.." I complained quietly. "Hush.. your mom's in the other room..." he whispered. "But..." I tried to say. He brought the bottle to my mouth and kept pouring, wetting me more and also making me drink. I drunk down the fiery liquid as he kept on rubbing my torso, now also spreading the wetness around on my shirt and body. He then put the bottle down on the floor and now used both his hands to feel me up. Focusing more on my pecs, groping them together and squeezing. I heard him let out a deep grunt of pleasure. Damn this was super awkward, but I realized that I had a hardon in my pants. Well I was drunk and asleep though but also I always enjoy getting felt up. But gross... this was my dad doing it. "Dad.. stop.. what the fuck..." I whispered still lying down immobilized. "Shhh.. go back to sleep..." he whispered a bit anxiously, but mostly horny. "What... no.. go away..." I complained. He let out another deep grunt as he was squeezing my pecs above my wet shirt. My nipples had gotten hard from the moisture and were pointing out through the fabric. I felt him pinching them a bit with his fingers. "Da-ad..." I exhaled. "God damn it... I'm so drunk, Troy... I'm sorry, but I'm so fucking drunk.." he pleaded. "So?.. I'm drunk too... dad, stop this..." "I can't... I can't help it.. god damn it.." he said desperately. Then with a sudden move he ripped my shirt right open exposing my torso from top to waist. My large pecs popping to view. I instictively let out a soft moan at this action. Mostly from shock, but also slightly from arousal. "Ohhh..." my dad exhaled lustfully seeing my bare muscular body in front of him. Wet from the whiskey and perfectly smooth as always, gleaming under the dim moonlight pouring in from my windows. He then proceeded with his groping action now without the fabric in the middle, his bare hands feeling up my bare skin. His breathing deepened now. "Dad.." I said and started to lift my self up slowly. I managed to stand on my elbows and look up at him. "Dad.. please, just stop... go to your bed and sleep... I won't blame you if you... just... stop" I said. "Uhh.. I... Troy, I can't..." he said continuously groping my bare pecs, "I can't go to sleep..." "Ugh.. why dad?" He leaned in closer and I could see that his gaze was hypnotically fixated on my pecs as he kept fondling them. "Because.. to sleep... I need milk..." he whispered. What the fuck was he talking about? He leaned in closer. "Your milk..." he said lustfully. "What..?" I said confused. He was squeezing my pecs now and really focusing on the area around my nipples. "The milk from your large breasts..." he said and by finishing his sentence he placed his mouth around my right nipple. He suckled it and flicked it with his tongue. Meanwhile he pinched and turned my left nipple with his fingers. "Ugh.. ahhh.. dad" I moaned as silently as I could. He kept going hard. I had to admit at this point. This felt fucking good. I've always enjoyed getting my nipples played. But none of my girlfriends were into it. I had to beg them each time to get them to play with them, let alone suck on them. And sometimes I did think they were good at it and I enjoyed it. But what I was feeling now. What my dad was doing to me. Felt a million times better and I realized that none of my past girlfriends were any good at this. But my dad was. He suckled on my nipple like his life depended on it. Grunting and moaning as he hungrily devoured my tit. "Ugh... no.. dad.. why did you do this.." I complained for one final time. I tossed my head back and let out a couple more soft moans. "I'm sorry..." my dad whispered between his suckling action. He then switched to my left nipple and sucked on it too with the same passion. "I just wanted to have some milk... from your.. juicy boobies.." he kept whispering drunk. I realized that his perverted thought really turned me on more. The fact that he implied my chest had gotten so fucking big that he actually assumed there'd be milk inside my tits. Damn! My pecs that attracted everyone's attention got to a point where they actually drove my own father insane. "Ahh.." I let out a bit louder. My dad stopped his suckling and lifted himself from my chest. "Hush, Troy! Your mom's asleep" he said strictly. "I'm sorry dad... it's just... it feels really good" I admitted. "Mmm..." my dad grunted lustfully. He softly carressed my body, from my pecs to my 8-pack abs and then up again to my pecs. "You're so fucking hot, son..." he whispered. I just let out a soft moan. "You're driving me crazy... so fucking much... I know I'm your dad, but..." he kept going. He kept feeling me slowly as I was still standing on my elbows. "Mmmm.. dad.." I whispered in compliance. "You've grown such a large chest.." he said as he focused on my pecs once more. Softly stroking them. "Yeah... I like it..." I whispered and looked down on my heaving chest, groped by my father's hand. "Ooooh, I do too, trust me..." he said lustfully. "I love to have it played with..." I admitted. "Fuck yeah..." he exhaled softly. "And sucked on..." I continued. "Fuuck.. you're making daddy so fucking horny.." "Mmm.." His pec-fondling got more and more intense as we kept talking like that. "Mmm.. dad.. I think..." I tossed my head back, ready for what was coming. I wanted to really drive him off the edge. "... I think.. they're full of milk" I finished. "Oooohhh, you fucking tease" he grunted passionately and rushed for my nipples once again. "Mmmm yes... ahhh.. yes daddy..." I moaned as quietly as I could. My dad really went for it, sucking hard on my swollen nipples. "Ahhh, drink my milk... yes..." I moaned. I heard my dad grunt at my comment. He started lowering my shirt over my broad shoulders, stripping me off. "Mmm... suck my tits, daddy.." I moaned as he undressed me. I lifted my torso up to help him remove my sleeves. He quit his suckling action for a bit and with fast impatient movements tossed my shirt on the floor. He then turned to look at me as I was now completely topless. He scooched over on the bed closer to me and felt up my naked body again. "You're making daddy so horny all the time..." he said lustfully, "I've been lusting over you for too long..." he said giving my tits a few squeezes. "Mmm... daddy, I love to turn people on..." I said teasingly, "...even my own father" "God damn it, Troy, you're gonna said your daddy to jail, being so fucking hot..." he whispered. He pinched and twisted my nipples again. Harder and harder. I let out soft moans. "Mmm.. aahh.. daddy stop.. don't..." I moaned. "You're not being quiet like I told you..." he said strictly. He pinched and pulled hard on my left nipple and I let out a louder moan. "If you wake your mother up, daddy's going to jail.." he continued strictly, "...and I can't let that happen" "Mmm... no daddy.. I don't want that..." "So be the fuck quiet" he said and gave my left pec a slap. Then he just stared at me. And we both stood still in the silence for a bit. "Get up" he said firmly. I slowly got up from the bed and stoop up right in front of him. "Take your pants off.." he said sensually. I slowly started undoing my belt. "Turn around" he said and I did so that he had my ass in front of his face. I started lowering my pants and my briefs started coming to view. Tight around my bubbly ass. "Shiit..." my dad whispered as he saw my brief-covered asscheeks. I slowly started dancing a bit like a stripper. "yeah, dance for your old man.." he said. I dropped my pants to the floor and got out of them. I started shaking my ass in front of his face and he buried himself in my asscheeks. He then pulled away and with a quick moved he slided my briefs down, in the middle of my cheeks, so half of them was now sticking out in the open. "Ugghhrr.." he growled and then quickly buried his face again deep in my asscrack. I let out a gasp as he did so. And a chill went down my spine from this newly felt sensation. He then pulled back out and took in a deep breath. "Come here..." I heard him say and he grabbed my from my waist, "Sit on daddy's lap" I did so with half my ass sticking out. I felt it rub against his hardon, from above his shorts. Damn he was hard like a rock. "Feel that?" he asked deeply. I nodded. "Feel how hard you got daddy?" I nodded. "Hmmm.. yeah you did that.." he said and started caressing my naked body again. His touch felt so perverted to me. It made me shiver from top to bottom. His hands moving around my skin, feeling me up, squeezing me. I felt like I was his new toy. Then he focused on my sagging tits and their nipples again. I felt his cock throb against my asscheeks as he played with my nipples. "Do your girlfriends play with your tits?" he said as he pinched them. "Ahh.. mmmyeah... sometimes" I said, my voice was trembling. "Hmmm.. are they good?" "Ugh.. no... n-not really, dad.." He felt up my tits with his one hand as his other was rubbing on my back. "Makes sense... that's a man's job" he said. "Mmmhhmmm..." I said tossing my head back. "You must have larger tits than all your girlfriends..." I giggled a bit. "Yeah I think so.." I said. He pulled hard on my nipple and I lifted my head up again and moaned. "Shut the fuck up!" he said firmly and kind of scared. I looked at him with complaint. "If you can't keep fucking quiet, then I'll make you.." he said staring deep into me. "I'm sorry daddy... I... I was..." "Get on your knees.." he ordered. I felt scared for what was going to happen.. was he actually going to...? No way. "Now" he insisted. I slowly slid from his lap down to the floor. On my knees, looking up at him, sitting between his legs. He lowered his short a bit and then his massive hardon popped out into plain sight. I gasped and looked at it in shock. He brought his hand to his cock's shaft and gave it a few slow jerks. "You've got me so hard, son.." he whispered. "Dad.. I don't know about this.." I said hesitantly. "I'll give you 100 dollars just to touch it..." he pleaded. Damn! Not that it was a lot, but still I felt hot thinking about it. "Just touch it, is all I'm asking.." he said, and leaned a bit back, placing his hands on the matress of my bed, pushing his cock a bit forward to me. I looked at his cock and his eyes, exchaning my stare between them. "200 dollars" he said. I slowly lifted my hand and placed it hesitantly on his shaft. My heart throbbing and my head spinning. "Ahhh... yes..." my dad grunted deeply as I touched his thick rod. I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling its thickness and pulsating throbs. "Ohhh..." he moaned. I just stood there alternating looks with him and his cock. I saw his cock's tip slide out of the foreskin and having a drop of precum on top. "Just play with it..." he whispered. "Dad... I... don't know..." I whined quietly. "I'll give you 500 dollars to play with it.." he said calmly. I slowly pulled down on his shaft with my hand, softly, till my hand reached the base and them slowly up again till my top fingers reached the tip's lower part. Then I started repeating that movement with a very slow steady pace. "Ooohhhh... yeah... play with daddy's dick..." he moaned. I felt his cock pulsate and throb almost with every storke I did. He was really getting off with this. And as shocked and hesitant I was, it was definitely the hottest most erotic experience I've ever had. Jerking off my dad, while we were both drunk, and he had just confessed how fucking hot he thought my body was. "You like this daddy?" I asked teasingly. "Fuuuuck yes... so fucking much... ahhh.." I started picking up my pace a bit. "Yes... yes... go faster..." he said and he closed his eyes. His cock leaked more precum and my jerking started causing more and more wet sounds. "Oh god, Troy, yes... you play with daddy's dick... daddy's dick is what created you.." "Mmm yes daddy..." I said looking at the large cock with passion. "The juice inside my balls... is what made you... shot right out of my dick.." he continued lustfully. "Fu-uck..." I moaned shockingly. I jerked faster. "Put it in your mouth, son.." he whispered. I slowed down. "Uhh... dad... no.." "Please... just do it..." he pleaded. I looked up at him scared. "I'll give you 1000 dollars to do it.." I gulped down and slowly moved my face closer in. "Yeah... yeah do it..." he exhaled. I could take in his smell, as my nose was right in front of the tip. "Don't be scared... it's natural..." I opened my mouth and gave the tip a slow wet kiss with my lips. "Ooohhhhh...." my dad moaned. I proceeded to suckle the whole tip inside my mouth. "Yeaah.. you like daddy giving you money?" my dad teased, "...I finally found the perfect job for you, son" At his hot words I lowered my head, taking more of his shaft inside my mouth. "OOhhh... you're now gonna be daddy's whore..." he moaned, "I'll pay you and you'll do anything to please me..." I felt his tip rub against my throat, but I tried to go ever deeper, to reach his balls with my lips. I couldn't. "Oooohhhh, fuuck! FUCK!" he moaned. I started lifting my head up again, my lips tightly wrapped around his rod and sucking in his juices. As my lips reached his tip, I felt his hand on my hair. "Mmm..?" I let out a gagged sound, questioning his move. He didn't let me to go any further up. I felt him push down, forcing my head to go down again, my lips moving towards the base of the cock shaft. "Mmm!" I gagged, complaining. "Hush, whore.. you do what I want.." he said calmly. He pushed hard. I tried pushing my head up. He used both his hands on my hair, pushing harder. My lips were touching his balls. "Stay there!" he grunted. I bended my body lower trying to pull away by sliding backwards. My ass stuck out more from my briefs, my cheeks spreading wider from my knees moving around. "Mmmmgllhmmm" I gagged. He now used his elbows to lock my head down. "Breath from your nose..." he ordered me. I calmed down and took in deep breaths, taking in my dad's scent. "That's it..." he said. As he kept me locked in place, he slowly started to thrust his hips, still sitting on the edge of my bed and jamming his cock down my throat, deepthroating me. "Gllrlggkk" I gagged. "Shhh... please be quiet.. take daddy's cock silently" he said. "Gllmmmmm" I complained. "Now, now, do it for daddy, please... be patient, for just a bit.." His thrust got faster and faster. "Glmmm" saliva starting dripping from my mouth down to his balls and moistening his shorts. "Just a little bit more! Daddy's gonna give you 1000 bucks for this! Be good for daddy and let him skull fuck you, boy" he grunted as he fucked me more. I felt the tip of his cock jamming against my tensils, pushing harder and harder inside my mouth. My head was spinning. I only focused on my breathing. "Ooooohhh... daddy's gonna cum soon... daddy's gonna put his seed in your mouth..." "Mmmmmfff" I complained, shocked at that idea. I backed up a bit more on the floor, to show my complain. My briefs slid down to my thighs and my entire ass now stuck out, my asscheeks spread wide and upwards to the ceiling. "No.. no.. stay still... do it for daddy.. hold on a bit more for daddy... daddy's gonna pay you..." I decided to give in and the thought of me getting paid for this was too damn hot, it made this all very arousing for me too. He thrusted harder and harder, really deepthroating the fuck out of me. "Yes.. yes... daddy loves you..." he grunted, "ooohh... oohhh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Fuuuuck..." I braced myself but before I could really prepare, I felt his hot manjuice flooding my throat and mouth. Shot after shot his load was rushing inside me. "Fuuuck.. yeaaaaah... take it! take daddy's load... swallow! Swallow your brothers.." he ranted as he orgasmed. I was shocked from his perversion once more but also fully aroused and in a trance. I kept on swallowing all the load, before it could spill out of my mouth. He held me in place as his orgasm subsided. He took in deep breaths. Slowing down more and more. I swallowed everything till the last bit, sucking his cock clean. "Mmmm..." I gagged reminding him that he still had me down there locked in position. He released his grip and I pulled up and away from his lap. I took in deep breaths. "I'm sorry, son.. I didn't mean to get so rough... sorry..." he pleaded. "Oh my god, dad... that was intense..." I said quietly. "I know... I got out of control.. I'm so fucking drunk..." I scoffed. Sitting down on the floor with my legs still spread and my ass still sticking out. "You're a fucking pervert, dad.." I said. He brought his finger to his lips. "Shhh.. that'll be our little secret" he said and smirked. I scoffed again. I shook my head negatively. He put his dick back in his shorts and got up. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the floor and stood next to me. He poured some more on my pecs. I instictively tossed my head back exposing my chest more and let it get wet by the alcohol. "You're an expensive whore..." he whispered. I giggled. He stopped pouring. "But you're worth every penny" he finished. Then he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a stack of cash. He tossed it in the air above my head. It started falling down and sticking on my wet skin. Dollars bills covering me up. "Ahhh.." I moaned in pleasure. My hard earned money. Falling all over my body. "Daddy's whore.." he whispered and started walking out of my room. I stood still taking in the sensation. Looking at all this cash on the floor and stuck on my body. I don't know if it was 1000 bucks but I didn't even care. It was money. And it was mine. Now this is a job I'm definitely willing to do! The end.