Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2018 22:57:37 -0600
From: David Ashley
Subject: Conquering My Friends' Dads Chapter 2

Conquering My Friends' Dads Chapter 2


I hope you've enjoyed the story so far. Some of the upcoming chapters are
based on real experiences I've had with married dads. If you enjoy my work
let me know--you can check out my Tumblr and message me there. @ass-up-dads


You can also check out my more "literary" erotica story on Amazon: My
Warrior by David Ashley.


The usual disclaimers apply. Work of fiction and fantasy, underage, no I
don't endorse such acts, etc etc.


Chapter 2


I quickly became a sex fiend.


Besides fucking Mr. Grayson, I discovered the entire male adult world
around me was full of cocksucking faggots. And I loved it.


Three weeks after I first fucked--well, raped--Mr. Grayson, I managed a
three-in-one day that culminated in fucking another of my friends' dads.


Everyone loves Fridays. This one was a morning of bliss, the kind you woke
up to all at once actually feeling rested. On top of that I had worked out
hard the day before, so my arms and chest were just pleasantly sore. The
kind of sore that made you feel strong and virile. I stretched out and felt
it tug in my shorts.


A massive boner.


The unfortunate thing about fucking the Grayson men was that Dan and his
dad lived on the other side of town. Not far, per se, but out of the
way. It would be impractical to drive over there before school, and even if
I could it would be annoying if Mrs. Grayson walked in on me rutting out
her husband. Besides, Mr. Grayson often went in to his law office early. I
could always get Dan to go down on me--I recently convinced him to lie with
his head over his bed so I could fuck his mouth. But the same problems
applied. Dan was on the other side of town and I'd risk missing my first
class.


I might have recently become an alpha, but I still cared about my
grades. So I prepared for a quick jerk.


A knock on the door interrupted my hand. I barely had time to push my cock
into my boxer briefs before my door opened.


My dad glanced down, and his eyebrows shot up. He must have realized what
he walked in on, as my hand was still under my waistband.


"Sorry," he said. "I was checking if you were up."


I pulled my fingers from my shorts. The waistband snapped. "I'm up," I
said. In more ways than one, I wanted to add, but didn't.


I realized just how naked I was before him. I stopped wearing shirts to bed
around the time I realized I could fuck any girl--or guy--in school. My dad
seemed to be realizing this now, as his narrow eyes lingered on my torso.


"Well," he said, "Mr. Cole from next door called. His car's not starting in
the cold, so he's wondering whether you could give Andrew a ride."


"Oh." I nod. "Sure."


"Atta boy," said Dad. He winked, then closed my door.


Dad didn't know, but my mind was going into overdrive and my cock was, if
possible, hardening further. Perhaps I could get off this morning after
all.


Andrew was on the soccer team. He was older than me, a junior, and was hot
as hell. And I had noticed his eyes glance at my crotch. Well, all guys'
did, whether to wonder if they measured up or to wish to put their mouth
over my tool--or, more likely, both, conscious or not. I had that effect on
men.


I had been thinking about messing around with Andrew. Now was my chance.


I didn't shower. Something about wearing my night sweat was a turn on. I
threw on some clothes and ran over, my shoes crunching on the snow.


Next door, Mr. Cole's garage door was open. I glanced inside to see him
bundled up, bending over the engine of his car. I had never thought much
about Mr. Cole, as he was not often around, but his ass popped out at me
now through his jeans.


I called out to him, and he turned. "Ah--John," he said. "Thanks. I think
Andrew is still upstairs, I can go and--"


"No need," I said. "I'll go get him."


He looked relieved. "Thanks. You're a good boy, John."


I enjoyed the old-fashioned compliment. If only he knew I was about to go
up and fuck his boy. I made a mental note, too, to consider Mr. Cole
himself. Something about the way he filled his jacket... I was pretty sure
he'd recently gotten into working out. And those jeans...


I went inside, taking the stairs two at a time. By now my cock was harder
than ever. I took a breath before I opened the door to what I assumed was
Andrew's room.


Andrew stirred. His room was a mess, typical of a teenage boy. He had
posters on the wall of cars and a stack of Men's Fitness in a
corner. Andrew himself was a sight. I was pleased to see he slept in only a
tank top and boxers. His shoulders were nicely defined. Andrew was the kid
that got into lifting too early, staying short but growing out. I realized
that's probably why Mr. Cole was getting into lifting, too. He wanted to
keep up, to relate to his boy.


"John? What are you--?"


I interrupted. "Your dad's car won't start, so I'm driving you to school,"
I said. I closed the door, pleased to see it locked. I clicked the lock
securely behind me. Lifting my shirt I let it fall to the floor.


"What the fuck John!" Andrew sat up, moving like a startled cat. This made
his muscles bulge.


Fuck. I had to have him. I glanced at my phone. No real time for slow
coercing.


"Look, bro," I said, "I need to blow my load before we go and I only have a
little time. So I'm going to fuck you. Don't struggle or argue, you know I
can overpower you."


Fear played on his face. The damn muscle slut. He knew he wanted this,
there was hunger behind the fear.


"Fuck off, bro," he said, forcing a chuckle. "You're not serious."


I didn't answer but removed my pants. His eyes caught my throbbing cock.


I think too often with my cock. Like when I raped Mr. Grayson. I fuck first
and by then I'm not in the mood to ask questions later. I knew he wanted it
though, when he licked his lips and nodded.


He wrapped those lips around my cock. He was new at this, I could tell--I
had to instruct him to put his lips over his teeth. Pretty soon he caught
on. He bobbed on my cock, and I felt his tongue taste the head. He paused
several times to lick my shaft.


A true muscle slut.


I tried to be patient. I really did. I let him take his time, get used to
my cock, the way I had with Dan. But I was horny, and I was 15, I had no
time, and I needed more of this muscle slut. So I pulled him off.


"Wait," he gasped. "Can't--can't I just suck your cock? I don't think I'm
ready to--"


I shook my head. "Sorry, bro. I need to fuck and there's no time. Turn
around."


He was obedient, but I noticed those teenaged, muscly legs shake as I
gripped his ass. He whimpered.


I spat in his ass and on my dick--it would have to do. Then I pushed in.


He struggled, trying to pull away, pleading for me to stop. I pulled him
back. Funny that all his time at the gym, all that strength training, could
not fight me off. It was suddenly clear that muscle was all a show--he was
a pig that wanted to serve. I held him down and pounded into him as he
moaned and pleaded.


His ass... God damn. If you've ever fucked a muscle ass, you understand. He
somehow managed to be tight all the way in, past his ring. He clenched
around my cock, using those glutes in a way he probably never had seriously
considered. It was his true calling.


I almost laughed at how this built boy's pleas changed, just the way
Mr. Grayson's had, into moans and begs for me not to stop, to go
harder. This kid was a power bottom.


I thought of his dad downstairs. I wondered if he would behave the same way
with a cock in his ass. I sped up, pounding my meat into his ass as
requested.


I pumped my jizz inside him. Then, unceremoniously, I withdrew. "Thanks,
bro. Let's go."


We dressed in silence. At first Andrew wouldn't look at me as he grabbed
his bag. Then, before unlocking the door, he said, "Thanks, man."


What a fucking slut! I really lucked out this morning. I force myself on
the kid and he thanks me for it.


I got a surprise when we walked downstairs. Mr. Cole stood in the
kitchen. He said goodbye to his son, then looked at me.


I had not been very quiet. Had he heard? Had he come inside while
I... well, while I came inside? His eyes were impossible to read, but I
took in his mustache. It quivered. Without his coat I could see the man
really was built. Stocky, like his boy, more wide than tall. Dark fur
sprouted from his shirt and lined his arms. He was deliciously blue collar.


I decided to grin at him. "Have a good day, Mr. Cole," I said.


"You too. See you after school." Then, impossibly, Mr. Cole looked me full
in the face and winked.


Despite having just shot a huge load into his son I wanted to linger, to
see just how far that wink would take me. But Andrew was waiting outside
and so was school.


While Dan was always embarrassed after I used his mouth, Andrew, it seemed,
was not. He chatted the whole way to school, and I was reminded of a
puppy--a true beta, simply pleased to know who the alpha was. He thanked me
for the ride, grinning and blushing as he did so, and jogged off into the
crowd. Perhaps in an attempt to recover his manhood he shouted at another
guy and they clapped hands, pulling into a masculine half-hug. I watched
his ass jiggle a bit, enjoying the knowledge that my seed was inside him,
getting ripe.


School passed slowly. Dan noticed I was a bit distant but kept up his
stream of jokes. I felt like nodding off all day. That is, until I got to
Mr. Anderson's class.


He was my math teacher, and I had long nursed a soft spot for the man. In
some ways he was my first crush.


Mr. Anderson was a `cool' teacher. Well-liked by the students, he had an
affable way of teaching and explaining things. He was incredibly
handsome. He had to be in his early thirties, with a young face. He was
clean-cut, carefully shaved though I had sometimes noticed a longer
five-o'clock shadow than usual.


A ring on his left hand announced that he was married. I often joked with
the boys that he was obviously pussy-whipped, the way he dressed: slim
fitting shirts in pinks and violets and deep blues that matched his ties
and form-fitting slacks.


As it was Friday, the teachers were allowed to dress casually. So
Mr. Anderson today wore a pair of black jeans that matched his hair and had
done away with the tie, letting his purple shirt remain unbuttoned at the
top to display a few lovely dark hairs. God I loved Fridays.


The experience this morning, of fucking Andrew's tight virgin hole, now
horned me up rather than satiated me. I stared at Mr. Anderson as he
explained something about geometry.


Mr. Anderson paused to scan the room. A few people had their heads
down. Most of the class were staring down or surreptitiously checking their
phones. I stared back.


He met my gaze, and I held it. He blinked a couple of times. I did not look
away, but I gave him a crooked grin.


He smiled back, and I saw him blush. His eyes swept down my body, and I
spread my legs for him, making a show of touching my cock through my
jeans. He turned to the board, stumbling suddenly in his explanation.


I got him. Married or not, the man was a cocksucker.


Dan glanced at me but I said nothing.


After class I knew he had a free period. He lingered at his desk while I
lingered behind the class. Again Dan cast me a questioning look on his way
out, but I just winked at him and shook my head.


"Don't you have a class, John?" He glanced at me, looking fearful to see us
alone in the room.


"No, I have a free period, too," I said. I moved to the door.


Was I really going to do this? Anyone could come looking for him. It could
ruin his career. But my cock was hard and, like I said, I don't think well
when that happens.


I shut the door. I locked it. I turned off the lights so it would look like
he was out if someone looked through the little window on the door. Then I
stepped to one side and looked back at him.


He was staring at me, open mouthed. He started to ask what I was doing. I
leaned back against the wall, undoing my pants. I let them fall, and my
cock bounced up.


"Come suck me," I said.


I was used to grown men doing what I said when I had my pants
down. Mr. Anderson was no exception. He crossed the room quickly, glancing
into the hall. Then he knelt down and took my cock in his mouth in one
gulp.


I didn't speak or say anything, and neither did he. I wanted to ask if he
had ever done this before, but it was clear he had, and for the first time
I experienced a talented deep-throater.


My teacher gagged on my cock. It had to be a bit ripe, with Andrew's mouth
and ass lingering on it and my own teenaged sweat, but he was taking it
like a champ. He was shaking, his fingers cold as he touched me and felt my
body, my abs, my chest. The man was hungry. I pushed into his mouth and
felt the tip of my cock touch the roof of his mouth... then his soft
palate... he gagged again... then I reached his throat and it tightened,
then it opened all at once and I pressed forward.


Damn. He really knew what he was doing. I pushed inside him and he clamped
his throat around my cock. It was a tight squeeze.


Then he moaned, or whimpered, and I felt it vibrate all around my
cock. That pushed me over the edge.


"I'm coming, Mr. Anderson," I said.


My new cock whore moaned even more. He didn't try to pull off, though I
wouldn't have let him, anyway. I shot my load directly into his stomach.


When I came down from the orgasm and moved to pick up my jeans I almost
slipped. Mr. Anderson had his cock out. At some point he had shot his own
load all over the floor.


I chuckled, helping my teacher up. He was shaken still, breathing
hard. Tears ran down his face. I supposed I had been more forceful than I
realized.


Feeling cocky, I moved in. I kissed his red face and whispered in his
ear. "Next time I'm fucking your ass," I said.


He nodded. "Yes sir."


I left him to clean his mess.


Dan asked what we had done, and I told him. I also mentioned that I fucked
Andrew that morning.


"You what?" Dan whispered.


We were in the library. I glanced around. I almost wanted someone to hear,
but I wasn't stupid. I lowered my voice.


"Well, you were too far, bro. And you won't let me fuck you. So I
improvised."


Dan shook his head. I could tell he was impressed, but there was something
under that, too. I wasn't sure what. "Damn. Never thought Andrew
would... he always acts so tough. But I guess if anyone would fuck him, it
would be you."


I shrugged. "You probably could, too. He was a lot easier than you think."


Dan shrugged and turned back to his notebook. "Maybe," he said.


The rest of the day was a satiated bliss, but it didn't last long. I could
only bask in my success for so long before my cock was boning up again. I
needed to fuck again, and I had an idea who.


Andrew found me by my car after school. We were on break from practice for
the winter, so I could take him straight home. In the car his hand reached
out to my cock.


"Road head, bro?" he suggested.


I was almost annoyed. I didn't want to give the guy any false hope. But I
was hard in no time, and his big lips were over my cock while I drove.


I reached my neighborhood too soon. I wasn't even close, and I considered
driving around again. But then I saw Mr. Cole standing in his doorway.


I rapped on Andrew's head. "Dummy, your dad will see."


He straightened up fast. I shoved my cock in my pants. Still hard, it
snaked down my leg as I pulled into my driveway.


Mr. Cole was striding over. He wasn't bundled up like this morning, but now
wore only a loosely-fitted flannel shirt and those same tight jeans. He
tapped my window as I parked.


I rolled out down. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cole."


Mr. Cole's mustache grinned at me. "I wanted to thank you, John. You're a
lifesaver, taking my boy to school with you."


It was as if Andrew wasn't there. I laughed. "It's no trouble, sir."


Andrew started to say something, but Mr. Cole interrupted. "Could you run
inside and get the oven started?" he said to his son. "We'll do pizza
tonight."


A bit sulky, Andrew agreed and left my car. Mr. Cole didn't follow him,
lingering by my door. His glassy eyes were on me as Andrew looked back, at
last entering his house.


"Can I help with anything else, sir?" I asked. I hoped he took my meaning.


"Matter of fact," said Mr. Cole, "you can. I need to do a quick run to the
store and my car's still out."


"Hop in."


Mr. Cole grinned again. God I loved that mustache. I wondered how it would
feel around my cock. He walked around and sat in the seat his son had just
vacated.


"Lead on, son," he said.


My cock twitched when he said that.


I decided to take him to Wal-Mart. It was on the edge of town, a bit of a
drive, past a large deserted field. It was the deserted part I was aiming
for.


Mr. Cole was looking at me. I felt his eyes take me in, up and down.


I decided to joke. "Like what you see, Mr. Cole?"


He chuckled. I could tell he was both excited and embarrassed. He did not
answer right away.


I glanced at him. I mentioned he was blue-collar, and he wore it so
well. The man was rugged. His hair was clipped short so his receding
hairline almost blended to his skin. His mustache was the longest hair on
his head. He was burly--the best kind of burly, with that bit of extra neck
that bulged behind his head where it met his shoulders. I could see he had
been hitting the gym since I had last noticed him, but I was kind of
pleased to see that bit of a belly still bulging over his tight jeans.


And he was furry. What a fucking turn on.


I took the risk: "Because I like what I see."


He turned red. "You're a bold fucker."


"You've no idea," I said.


He grunted. "I heard you this morning. I heard you giving it to my boy."


"Are you mad?"


Mr. Cole shook his head. "I think it's healthy to experiment."


I nodded. "I agree. And I couldn't resist giving him... what he wanted."


Mr. Cole grunted. He was looking at my crotch, at my cock snaking down my
leg. I touched it, wiggling it for him.


There was a moment, then he said, "I'm not as young. I'm not--not as built
as he is."


I looked him full in the face. "You're fucking hot, Mr. Cole."


He gave in. "If you're sure... I want--I want what my son got."


I unzipped. "You got it."


I was so turned on. Minutes after receiving head from the man's son I was
getting road head from Mr. Cole himself. He took my boy cock in, his great
shoulders filling my car, almost hard to see over as I drove.


That mustache tickled roughly as he slid his mouth past the head of my
cock. I heard the man whimper as he tasted his son's saliva and my pre
cum. What a rush. He was talented--he had done this before, though perhaps
not for years. Healthy to experiment indeed.


Mr. Cole was particularly interested in my balls. He dug his great face and
mustache into my crotch, tugging at my jeans and sucking my balls into his
mouth. His son had inherited his big mouth.


I pulled over in the field. There was a gravel-lined parking area and I
directed us behind a few trees. That was the sanest thing I could manage
while the grown man slurped on my balls.


"Damn. Don't stop, sir. Keep sucking that cock."


I pushed my chair back. Mr. Cole's mouth moved back up my shaft. His mouth
was hoovering me, making lewd, wet noises as he worshipped the cock that
had fucked his son.


At some point he looked up at me. "Feed me your cum, boy," he said.


He must have known I was getting close. Who was I to deny this man? It
would be rude to disrespect my elder so. I felt him suck my cock in, felt
him gag on it, and I obliged him.


My first shots went in his mouth, but he actually pulled back to see me
shoot the rest. Thankfully I had removed my shirt. The next shots hit my
chest and belly.


Mr. Cole swallowed. There was cum in his mustache and he licked it with
relish. Then I watched that burly man drink in my body, his hungry mouth
move to slurp up the rest of my cum. He licked my chest, lapping up my cum
and moved to my stomach.


"You're a good boy," he said.


He seemed to think that was it. He was wrong. I pulled him back down and
kissed him. I had to taste that mustache.


"I'm still hard," I said.


It was true. The kiss had done the trick, bringing my cock back to
life. His eyes widened in amazement.


Without much convincing the man began to strip. I watched as he tugged at
his buttons, revealing his massive, hairy chest and belly. He had to step
out of the car to remove his pants, but he did me the favor of turning away
so I could see his ass as he bent over. He was back in the car, straddling
my cock in moments.


"Go easy," he said. "I haven't done this since college."


I grunted but made no promises.


Mr. Cole moaned loudly, almost shouting, as his hole pushed onto my
shaft. We used spit as lube again, but I was amazed--like father, like son,
his hole opened for me. I almost wondered if he had pre lubricated, had
planned on this, or if his hole was just able to naturally lubricate
itself.


Fuck. He was hot. The sight of this burly, blue-collar, rugged man bouncing
on my cock was intense. He shouted, almost screamed for me to fuck him.


Fuck him I did. I railed up into his hole, and he pushed back down on
me. His head was hitting the roof of my car but I didn't care. I let him
bump against it with every thrust. I smacked his hairy chest.


"That's right. Ride me."


He was almost in tears, staring down at me, his face red. "You feel so
good, son."


Son. I liked that. I'd play his game.


"You like this, daddy?" I said.


Now tears really did roll down his cheeks. "Yes, son."


"You like my cock, dad? Your own son's cock?"


"Yes!" He gripped my chest. "Yes son! Daddy loves you son!"


I was twisted, I know. "Call me Andrew," I commanded.


Mr. Cole gasped but did not stop riding.


"I said call me Andrew, Dad!"


His eyes filled with tears again. "Andrew," he said. "I love you, son. I
love you, Andrew. Daddy loves your cock, he loves your body, please fuck
me, fuck your dad Andrew!"


I sped up. "Take my cock, Dad."


"Oh!" One more stroke ought to do it... there. Mr. Cole's eyes
widened. "Andrew!" He yelled, his cock erupting. He shot his daddy load all
over me, hitting my neck and chest again.


"Fuuuuuck!"


"Clean me up," I commanded.


Obediently Mr. Cole bent over, slurping up his own cum this time. Slurping
up and swallowing his son's brothers. I watched him, savoring the vision as
I gave him a break. Then I pushed him toward the center of my car.


I opened the door, stepping out. He was on all fours, his ass hanging out
to the cold open air.


"Now I'm going to finish," I said. "Your boy is going to breed you."


I fucked Mr. Cole for two more hours. He came a second time, calling it his
son's name again, and I filled his gut twice. It was dark when I finally
drove him back to town, pulling up into my driveway.


Mr. Cole grinned at me. "You're a good boy," he said again. "Don't--don't
mention this to Andrew, will you?"


I shook my head. "I won't."


"Good boy," he said again.


He headed into his house. I watched his ass again. This time there really
was a dark spot. I had fucked roughly enough his hole was reluctant to
close, and unable to keep my two loads inside. He disappeared inside, and I
knew his son was in there somewhere, wondering what we had done, why his
father had taken so long. I chuckled to myself.


I wouldn't need to tell Andrew anything. If I kept fucking Mr. Cole, I had
a hunch he would eventually want the real thing. The idea didn't disgust me
as I thought it would. The only real question was whether Andrew would be
able to top his father when the time came.