Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2024 03:09:21 +0000 From: Jason Smith Subject: Bringing My Boyfriend Home For Christmas Chapter 1 WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy. Feedback and comments welcome at jockboydad@outlook.com. Thanks for all the feedback, comments and ideas so far! Reminder: Nifty operates off donations to provide this and other stories. Please consider donating at: https://donate.nifty.org/ Copyright 2023 Bringing My Boyfriend Home for Christmas (Chapter 1) I'd been dating my boyfriend Jack for about ten months, and we'd just taken the next step of moving in together. While we were getting serious, we'd had an open relationship since the beginning. I mean, we met each other at an orgy, so it was an easy subject to bring up. Our only "rule" was that we told each other everything we did with another guy. I have to admit, hearing Jack recap his hookups always got me horny as fuck, and usually ended up with him fucking me while telling me the final parts of the story. And sometimes, he'd surprise mew with one or more naked guys in our bedroom when I came home from class, wanting to watch them take turns pounding me. Jack was a stereotypical jock, a football player in college with instagram model muscles and model looks. I am more of a toned slender twink. Although I'm 23, I often get mistaken for an 18 year old. But my nine inch cock and smooth bubble ass proved irresistible to Jack when he first saw me at the orgy, and he's been pounding my ass ever since. Although Jack is a total masculine top, he does have a thing with getting fucked by older guys. At first, I thought it was a little weird, until he had me hide in the closet one time and watch him get dominated by a muscle dad he met at the gym. It was a totally different side of him sexually, and I found it hot as fuck, so I encouraged him to keep doing it. Both of us had been in relationships previously where we couldn't be honest with our partners about what we wanted sexually, so I think that made us be more open with each other about our desires, and sometimes our kinks. While I was really into Jack, I was hesitant to ask him if he wanted to come home with me for Christmas. My parents had recently gotten divorced. Long story, but my mom caught my dad cheating on her with a younger guy, and it didn't end well. Although I had been out with my family since high school, and they accepted me, nobody else was currently speaking to my father other than me. So, I had planned on going and staying with him, so he wouldn't be alone, and then going over to my mom's for a couple hours on Christmas. At first, Jack thought I was just being polite inviting him. But I did want him to meet my parents, so I kept pressing him. He reluctantly agreed. Despite his usual over confidence, he seemed a bit nervous. I'm not sure about what. So on Christmas Eve morning, we packed up the car and got on the road for the hour and a half long drive to my dad's condo in my home town. "So, is your dad, like gay, or what?" Jack asked me as I maneuvered through traffic. "I don't really know. I mean, maybe he's bi. It just seemed like he had this side to him that he had to repress, and then had to do it behind my mom's back. It really sucked for both of them," I said. "Yeah, I bet. That's why I'm glad we can be open about what each of us wants, sexually, you know? Like if I wanna go fuck the lifeguard at the pool, I can tell you that," he said, looking over at me. "You did fuck the lifeguard," I said, chuckling. "And I sucked his dick, so we both got something out of it," I joked. "That's what I love about you, babe," he said, leaning over to give me a peck on the cheek, resting his strong hand on my thigh. "Speaking of which, any of your old high school crushes still around that we might be able to reunite with?" He asked, looking over at me, grinning with his cute dimples. "I don't know. I mean, I was a big supporter of the hockey team," I joked. "I bet you were, you slut! I know you love jock cock," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling it to his crotch. I could feel he was already getting semi-hard from this discussion, even though we'd had sex before we left. "Easy boy. I'll take care of that when we get to my dad's and we have some alone time. I'm not sure what the grindr situation in the town will be like, but I'm sure we can head out to the bar later tonight after we hang with my dad for a bit," I said. A while later, we pulled into the driveway of my dad's condo. We grabbed our bags and made our way to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Moments later, the door swung open and we were greeted by my dad, who was shirtless, wearing only tight plaid pajama pants that hung low on his waist and a Santa hat. "Boys!!!" his deep voice greeted us, as he pulled me into a strong bear hug, patting me firmly on the back. "And this just be Jack!" he said. "Dad, Jack. Jack, Dad," I said, introducing them. As I glanced over at Jack, I saw it. As he looked my dad up and down, he lightly bit his lower lip. He doesn't realize it, but it's his clear tell when he's hot for someone. Before my dad pulled him into hug, he was practically devouring him with his eyes. "Nice to meet you, sir," Jack said. "Please, it's John. Nobody calls me sir...just daddy, haha!" he joked, motioning us to come inside. "How was the drive up?" my dad asked, as he led us to our room. "Traffic wasn't too bad, so can't complain. Nice to see you, dad," I said, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. When we got to the room he'd set up for us, I noticed two matching red plaid pajamas folded on the bed. "Dad, you've got to be kidding," I said, rolling my eyes. "What? It's a Christmas Eve tradition. I'm already wearing mine!" he replied. "Haha, but it looks like you lost the top," I joked. "What am I missing?" Jack asked, grabbing one of the full body pajamas, totally confused. "Jeremy didn't tell you? It's a family tradition. On Christmas Eve, everyone wears Christmas pajamas and lounges around the house all day," my dad explained. "Sounds good to me. I'm in!" Jack said, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the floor, then unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down to his ankles, making it readily apparent that he'd been freeballing. "Jesus, Jack!" I said, shooting him a look. "What? It's just us guys here. I'm sure your dad has spent plenty of time in a locker room. Right, Mr...I mean, John," Jack said, looking over at my dad, still buck naked. I caught my dad glancing down at Jack's body before he looked back up and responded. "Yeah, um, of course. Nothing I haven't seen before." "What sport did you play?" Jack continued. "Rugby," my dad replied. My dad was a professional rugby player in the UK when he met my mom, who was studying abroad. They moved to the US and got married after she got pregnant with me. Needless to say, I take more after my mom than my dad. "Ah, that explains your build. Rugby players are jacked as fuck," Jack said. My dad grinned a little at the implied compliment. "I could say the same about you. What'd you play?" Jack flashed a smile back at my dad, and I swear I notice him flex his abs. "Football. American football." "Yeah, I'm familiar," my dad joked. "Um, why don't you try these on," I interrupted the two of them, tossing the pajamas over to Jack. We both watched as he bent over and pulled them up his muscular legs. "I may have gotten you a size too small. Jeremy said you were fit, but I didn't think you'd be that big," my dad said, as he watched Jack struggle to pull them up over his muscular quads. He eventually succeeded, reaching down to tuck his dick down one of the legs of the pajamas. He didn't even try to put the top on, instead tying the sleeves around his waist, remaining shirtless, like my dad. "That'll work just fine. How do I look?" he said, holding his arms out. His cocky confidence was one of the things that both annoyed me and made him hot as fuck. "Looks great," my dad chimed in. "How about yours, son?" he said, turning to me. I reluctantly pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants. Fortunately for me, I was wearing briefs. Since my dad knew my size, I didn't have any trouble getting the pajamas on. I put on the top, but left the top couple buttons undone. "Nice, you look cute, babe," Jack said, shooting me one of his 'I'm going to fuck you later' looks. "Well, I'm gonna go order us some pizzas, and I have cold beer in the fridge. Why don't you boys get settled in, and come down when you're ready. We can hang out, play some poker." "Sounds good, dad," I said, as he turned and left the room. I shot Jack a look as soon as he stopped staring at my dad as he left. "What??" "You know what..." I said. "You didn't tell me your dad was jacked as fuck, and with a British accent. Just saying..." "Shut up." "If that's what you're going to look like in your 40s, we should just get married now," he joked. "You've been watching too much porn. My ass wasn't enough this morning?" I said. He walked around the bed toward me, reaching around and pulling me forcefully into his muscular body, his hands grabbing my ass. It gets me so hot when he manhandles me like that. "No, it wasn't. I think I'll need some more tonight," he said with a sly grin before leaning in to kiss me, his tongue immediately darting into my mouth. I could tell he was horny. "Mmmm, you want a preview now? You look hot as fuck in those tight pajamas," I said, reaching down to give his dick a gentle squeeze through the pajamas. I slowly dropped to my knees, making sure to slowly kiss his ripped chest and abs as I descended. I freed his now hard cock from the tight pajama pants and slowly took his throbbing head into my mouth, already tasting his precum. "Fuck yeah, babe," he moaned, as I felt it throb in my mouth, and his hand on the back of my head start pulling me into him. I slowly slid his rock hard dick further into my mouth and into my throat, caressing the underside with my tongue, as I knew he liked it, and reaching up to caress his shaved balls. But just as my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes, we heard the doorbell ring. Soon after, my dad called, "Boys! Pizza's here!!" "Fuck...." he sighed. "I guess we'll have to finish this later. That ass is definitely mine tonight, you little slut." "Yes sir," I said, standing up, as he pulled me in for another kiss. He tucked his boner back into his pajamas before we headed out to the living room where my dad was waiting with the pizza, still donning his Santa hat. My dad is a big poker player, and he already had the poker chip set I'd bought him for Christmas last year out on the table, next to the pizza and a six pack of bottled beer. I could tell he was almost giddy that he had some other guys to play with. Jack and I took our seats around the table, as my dad served us slices of pizza and a beer each. He then started shuffling the deck, ensuring that Jack knew the rules of Texas Hold 'Em. Fortunately, I'd already warned Jack, so he came prepared. We continued playing hands, while eating pizza, downing beers, chatting and joking. It was actually really nice just hanging out with my dad and Jack, all of us letting loose. Jack was surprisingly good, having beat both my dad and me at a couple big hands. Dad joked about whether I should be worried at how good of a bluffer he is. I shot back that he didn't need to worry, we didn't have any secrets. We were each on beer number five, starting to get pretty drunk, when Jack out-bluffed both my dad and me to win a big hand that my dad had gone all in on. "Well shit, I guess the newbie took me out. Well played, son!" my dad said, throwing down his cards and standing up to get us each another beer. "Well, do you all play 'truth buy in'?" Jack asked. "What's that?" I asked. "You know, to buy back in, instead of money, you have to answer a truth by the guy who took you out," Jack answered. My dad, smiled as he popped the caps off three more bottles and set them in front of us. "Ok, then. Ask away." Jack leaned back in his chair, took a swig of beer, grinned and then said, "Tell us about your first time with a guy." "Jack...." I tried to interject. "No, it's ok, son. Rules are rules," he said, taking a sip of beer himself before he responded. "Well, I'm sure Jeremy told you about the pool boy incident?" "Mmmhmmm...Spill it!" Jack said, a little too eager, leaning forward, his muscular arms resting on the table. My dad glanced over at me before he responded. I didn't stop him, so he continued. In some ways, I wanted to hear it too. My dad and I were close, but with this, he'd always been a little more guarded since he didn't want to impact my relationship with my mom. "So, I got home early that day, and Chad was in the back yard cleaning the pool. I'm making some coffee and look out the window and see him just as he trips on something and falls straight into the pool. He pulls himself out, dripping wet, and since he doesn't think anyone is home, he pulls off his tank top and his shorts, until he's just in his white briefs, which are basically transparent being all wet," my dad says. At this point, Jack was leaning in, completely fixated on the story, his mouth open. And the guy is jacked, I mean, he's the quarterback...you know, American football," my dad said, winking at Jack. "Wait, the pool boy was the quarterback at your school??" he exclaimed, looking over at me. I shrugged, looking back over at my dad to continue. "So I go grab a towel for him, and walk out, kind of catching him off guard. He's all pissed that he got his clothes wet. So I offer to throw them in the dryer and let him borrow some clothes to put on while he waits. He follows me in to the laundry room, and I toss his wet clothes in the dryer, and he just pulls down his briefs, tossing them to me and standing there buck naked in front of me. And I couldn't help but stare at this kid's amazing cock...Shit, is this weird for you, son?" he said, looking over at me. "What? My dad talking about my classmate's dick? Not weird at all..." I joked. "Then what??" Jack interjected. "So we go up to my bedroom, and he asks if he can rinse the chlorine off in the shower. So while he's showering, I change out of my suit and into some shorts and a tank top. And when I come out of my closet..." We all kind of chuckled when he said it. "...he was standing at my dresser naked, going through my underwear drawer. And I mean, this guy has the most amazing footballer ass....So, he starts picking out underwear and tries it on in front of me, kind of like showing off to me. So I'm rock hard at this point, and he's getting there too. And then he kinda makes the first move, walking over to me and grabbing my hand to put on his bulge." I heard an audible "fuuuuuck" coming out of my boyfriend's mouth at this point. "So, then he ended up sucking my dick, and I had just started fucking him on our bed, and I mean the kid could take a pounding, of all days for my wife to come home early, she walks in on me just as I'm blasting a load in Chad's ass..." "Holy fucking shit," Jack said. "I think you earned your buy in," he joked, sliding more chips across the table to him and toasting his beer bottle against my dad's. We resumed playing, each of us on the next bottle of beer. While it was strange to hear my dad recount the sexual encounter that caused our family to break apart, it was actually nice that he felt comfortable enough around Jack and me to talk freely about it. I knew it caused him a lot of issues, and I'm glad he could now openly talk about it. To be honest, I had been a little jealous that he'd landed Chad instead of me. The guy was a total stud. The next hand, I was overconfident and went all-in. When Jack slammed down a straight flush, he shot a cute smile over at me as he claimed victory. "Want to do a buy in, honey?" "I think I'm actually gonna call it a night and go to bed," I said, feeling rather tipsy and getting tired. "Ok, want me to come with you?" he asked. I could tell he wasn't ready to call it a night, and I was pleasantly surprised at how well he was getting along with my dad. "No, you two can duke it out for the poker championship if you want," I said, getting up to walk around and give him a kiss. I then gave my dad a hug as he kissed me on the cheek. "Just no embarrassing stories about me as a kid, ok?" I said to my dad, joking, as I headed to the bedroom. I was more drunk that I thought, and after taking a quick piss, I shed my pajamas and collapsed onto the bed, immediately falling asleep. A little while later, I woke up, still groggy, and reached over to the other side of the bed, realizing that Jack wasn't there. I'd half expected to wake up with Jack's cock in my ass, knowing he'd be horny as fuck after hearing my dad's story about him fucking the football quarterback. As I started to come to, I heard some noises coming from outside the dark bedroom. I got up, rubbing my eyes, and walked toward the bedroom door. And as I slowly pushed it open, I got a glimpse of what was causing the sounds. There, in the living room, was Jack, bent over the poker table, one leg up on a chair, with my dad standing behind him fucking his muscular ass. "Fuck yeah, boy. You like this daddy cock?!" I heard my dad's deep voice say as he forcefully slammed his dick into my boyfriend's hole. Seeing the look on Jack's face as it was pressed against the table, I could tell he was loving it. "Take your boy's ass, daddy!" he said, looking back at my dad, as Jack's muscular body shook with each thrust he was taking. While I'd watched Jack get fucked by plenty of older guys, I was feeling a range of emotions seeing my dad naked. I knew he was in shape, but as he continued to fuck my boyfriend, all of his muscles were flexing, and a light sheen of sweat was now covering his hairy pecs. The way he confidently grabbed Jack's ass, pulling him into his dick, kept me from looking away. And then he pulled out of Jack's ass, giving me a full view of his huge veiny uncut cock, as he smacked against my boyfriend's muscular ass, teasing him. I knew I should either look away, or be pissed off and storm in and interrupt them, or something. But instead, I found myself strangely aroused, my dick suddenly rock hard. I had never looked at my dad as such a masculine power top, but the way he was manhandling my boyfriend was hot as fuck. And I knew Jack was loving every second, and every inch, of it. "Oh fuck me harder, sir. I can take it," Jack begged, causing my dad to grin, thrusting his thick cock even more forcefully into him. "Yeah? You like taking this daddy cock, don't you?!" he exclaimed, his hands exploring every inch of my muscular boyfriend's body. While he was focused on Jack, I couldn't help but stare at my dad's hairy round ass, flexing each time he pushed his dick into Jack's hole. "Get on your back, boy," my dad instructed him. Jack complied, laying on his back on the table, his muscular legs up in the air, presenting his shaved hole to my dad. "Fuck yeah," my dad moaned, bending down to spit on Jack's hole and then bury his face in his ass. That made Jack squirm in absolute pleasure. "Damn your ass tastes so good," he said, standing back up and guiding his huge dick back into my boyfriend's hole. He grabbed Jack's ankles and started power fucking him while Jack locked his eager gaze on my dad's eyes. My dad aggressively grabbed Jack's chest, playing with his hard nipples. That, along with getting his ass stretched out by my dad's cock, was the final trigger. "Oh fuck, yeah!" Jack exclaimed, as his dick exploded without anything even touching it, shooting cum across his muscular chest while my dad's cock continued thrusting in and out of his hole. My dad reached down to scoop up some of Jack's load, bringing it up to his mouth to taste. He then leaned down to kiss Jack passionately, sharing the taste of his load with him. That must have set my dad off, because I heard him moan loudly as he flexed his ass, pushing deep inside Jack's ass, pumping his own load into my boyfriend. He held it deep inside him for a while as they continued making out. Eventually, my dad pulled out of his ass and stood up. Jack immediately got on his knees in front of my dad and slowly milked the last drops of cum from his cock. Seeing my boyfriend with my dad's dick in his mouth made my dick twitch. I reached down and wrapped my fist around it. It only took two strokes before I too was cumming, my eyes focused on my dad's dick sliding out of Jack's mouth. I struggled to not moan loud enough for them to hear me. "Holy fucking shit, that felt good," my dad exclaimed, standing in front of Jack wearing nothing but his Santa hat, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Jack stood up, leaning forward to kiss my dad again, their tongues intertwined, as my dad reached down to cup Jack's perfectly round ass. And then I could tell my dad had a sense of panic, or guilt, or both. "Fuck, I didn't mean for this to happen. I don't want to screw anything up with you and my son..." "Shhh. It's ok. I wanted this. We both wanted this. And it was hot as fuck. So don't worry," Jack said, trying to reassure him. "Plus, we all know you have a thing for hot football players," he joked. Jack turned to grab their beers, my dad giving him a light smack on the ass. "Well, what did you expect parading that ass around in front of me," he joked. They both took a final swig of their beers. "Alight, goodnight, daddy," he grinned, leaning in for a final wet kiss. I quickly grabbed a shirt off the ground and wiped up the pool of my load off the wood floor and tiptoed back toward the bed, getting under the covers face down to hide my still hard cock. Minutes later I heard Jack come into the room and go to the bathroom to take a piss. He then crawled into bed, whispering, "Babe, you awake?" When I didn't answer, he wrapped his muscular arm around me, and snuggled up against me, his dick still hard. The strong smell the sex, sweat and cum filled the air as we both fell asleep. To be continued.....