Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2018 20:48:16 -0500
From: David Ashley
Subject: Conquering my friends' dads Chapter 5

My readers, you have been patient and I thank you. Three months is a long
time without an update, but I never intended to abandon this story; I just
got busy, and thanks again for waiting and reading.


I love hearing from you and seeing how many hungry, slutty dads beg for boy
cock. As always you can reach me via my Tumblr: @ass-up-dads .


I should also mention the amazing comic by @freebo23doodles . I
collaborated on a project with him, so if you want to see John fuck
Mr. Grayson in graphic glory, definitely check him out and support his
patreon!


This chapter picks up right from the last. John and his family are leaving
one Christmas party and headed to the next, which John's soccer team is
throwing.


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


Chapter 5


Wandering down from the chief's room my legs were a bit wobbly. It was
nothing compared to the chief himself, who could hardly move he was so
disoriented. He confessed I had given him the best orgasm of his life,
which at first made me chuckle. Surely he was being polite--but now, seeing
him still dazed, I wondered if he was right.


He didn't make it back to the kitchen, where my parents and his wife were
waiting. Instead the man, almost drunkenly, gestured to another cop. I
watched, fascinated, as the cleft-chinned cop from before followed the
chief up to his room. He smacked the chief's ass distinctly and loudly
before the door closed.


Damn. The old man really was insatiable.


I met back up with my parents, falling beside my father. He cast me a
curious glance but didn't say anything. I was still annoyed with him for
parading me around like some prize animal, but I think he knew. While mom
and the chief's wife moved into the next room, Dad held me back.


"Thank you, son," he said. His hands were on both my shoulders. He stared
into my face carefully. "I really am proud of you. I can't help but like
seeing people envious of me and my son--and I think you impressed the
chief."


He really had read my thoughts. I softened, relaxing in his touch. "It's
okay, Dad. Anytime." And I think I did manage to impress your boss, I
thought.


He gave me another affectionate squeeze at the back of my neck. "Should
really head out soon. Your team will wonder where you are."


Mr. Grayson, his law firm money granting him the biggest house among the
soccer dads, hosted the party. Mrs. Grayson spent weeks planning and
decorating, and every room seemed to host a massive Christmas tree. We were
the last to arrive, but it meant we entered a group in full swing.


Fuck. Handsome, married soccer dads, dressed nicely and completely boozed
up. Under mistletoe. I was in heaven.


I knew most of my friends' parents, of course. I shook hands with
Mr. Johnson, his black hand swallowing my own like his ass had once
swallowed my dick. He nodded politely to my mother and father and winked at
me. Mr. Grayson was flustered to see me, as he always was, but his wife did
the introducing. I grinned at his red cheeks, and laughed--he was drunk
enough to lean in, whispering into my ear, "Please don't fuck me tonight, I
c--I can't get caught." Thank god the music was loud, I swear Dad glanced
at me as though he heard.


"No promises," I said. I clapped his back and discreetly squeezed his ass.


There was Brad, the biggest asshole on the team. Having been recently shown
up by me in the muscle department, he had been cowed, surly when the team
was together. But I was surprised to see him now standing in the center of
Mr. Grayson's living room, telling an animated story to the group huddling
around.


"You wouldn't believe--and of course, Dad wasn't going to put up with it,
were you, Dad?" he was saying.


I then realized the reason for his confidence. I recognized the man beside
him. Brad's father was something of a celebrity in the suburb. He was a
television news reporter, initially working as anchor for the local
station. His charm and good looks caught the attention of larger stations,
and now he worked as a sports reporter for a much larger network.


Of course, I gave him a careful look over. Brad's dad was tall and slim,
with the boyish humor and handsomeness of a young Chevy Chase. He kept his
hair a bit long, not quite shoulder length but playful and curling behind
his ears. The women around him were speaking in higher voices than usual as
he swept this hair off his face. He must have known my dad from somewhere,
because he pulled him over into the circle and began retelling some story,
arm around my father's shoulders and voice loud.


Dan sidled up beside me. "Can you fucking believe that guy?" He nodded at
Brad. "He's been full of--what do the kids call it? Swagger? All night. I
think his famous dad gives him a strained sense of importance."


I did not much care about Brad, but I glanced his way. It was true, he was
looking very smug. "Piece of shit," I said.


"You've no idea," said Dan. "You haven't seen Derrick?" Derrick was fairly
new to the team, a freshman. I shook my head no. "You wouldn't have," said
Dan, "because Derrick left. Not twenty minutes after he came with his
girlfriend, Brad cornered her. I saw him take her upstairs. Nobody knew why
Derrick was so mad, or why he left early, but I know. He walked in on Brad
fucking his girl."


"Shit," I said. I had done worse myself, but at least I was discreet--or at
least I would not target a guy's girl on purpose like that, just to shame
him and feel powerful. I fucked men indiscriminately for fun, not some
power trip.


Okay, maybe it sometimes was a power trip. And maybe I was determined to
feel better than Brad. But still, it was a shitty thing of him to do, on
top of many other shitty things. Back when I had been the skinny, small kid
at school, Brad had been the major source of jokes at my expense.


"You know what?" said Dan, sudden burst of inspiration on his face, "You
should fuck him."


"Oh?" I said.


"Brad. You should fuck Brad. Damn, I'd love to see that. Not that way, you
perv. Well, maybe a bit. But I'd fucking love to see him humiliated."


I laughed, but frowned at Dan. He really didn't get it; yes, getting fucked
could be humiliating, but recently I had been gaining a sense of respect
for the men who took my cock. There was sexiness and intrigue in their
submission. It was humiliating only on the surface, but there was power to
it, too.


Fuck. I was going soft or something. I looked back at Brad, fawning over
his dad. "I think I have a better idea. And fuck, it's getting me hard," I
said.


"Need some head?" said Dan. "I could suck you off before you stick it in
his ass."


I looked at Dan, at his wide blue eyes and cocky, jock grin. "Nah--I know
it's not your favorite thing. Have you seen Andrew?"


Dan shook his head. "He was here earlier. Not sure." He wandered
away. Maybe he was annoyed? I didn't get it--wasn't I being kind to turn
him down, let him off the hook?


I searched the house for Andrew or Mr. Cole. I hoped they hadn't left the
party early, but in the kitchen I ran into Mr. Cole's wife. She was tipsy
but revealed she had seen them wander upstairs. I followed her drunken
point to the stairs, where the sound of the party and music was more
muffled. The upstairs hall was deserted, and the doors were closed--where
could they be?


I heard a noise outside Dan's room. I paused, and then heard a muffled
moan. No. Really? Here, of all places? I opened the door.


What a sight. Andrew was buck naked, his muscular legs spread over his head
as he lay on Dan's bed. His clothes littered the floor. None other than
Mr. Cole, Andrew's own father, was standing before him, fully dressed but
for his exposed cock, which I could only see the shaft of as it buried into
his son's asshole.


So much for Mr. Cole's efforts to suppress his incestuous desires--he was
fucking his own son. With his wife and the entire party downstairs he was
railing into the ass he had lusted over for years. Fuck. I wanted to be
disgusted, but it was so. Fucking. Hot.


Andrew cried out, almost shouting, both at the wild turn on of his father
fucking him and in shock at seeing me in the doorway. Mr. Cole turned,
almost popping his dick out in panic, but he relaxed when he saw
me. "John," he said.


"Dad?" Andrew looked between us as I entered the room, closing the door
behind me carefully. He was trying to sit up, but Mr. Cole pushed him back.


"It's okay," said Mr. Cole. "It--it is okay, right John?"


Okay? Fuck, hell if I knew. But it was hot. My cock was tenting out,
itching to join in the lewd fun. "What's all this John stuff?" I said. "You
call me son when I fuck you, remember?"


Andrew fell back in shock. It was hilarious, this muscled teen, gorgeous
really, his cock shriveling up at the fear but his legs still wide on the
bed. I patted his chest and then turned to kiss his dad.


Mr. Cole started fucking again, and Andrew moaned, instantly hardening as I
kissed his father. He reached to grab my cock, and I undid the front of my
suit, straddling his face and driving my cock into his mouth as I felt
Mr. Cole's rough mustache on my lips.


I broke apart to watch again, staring at Mr. Cole's cock push into Andrew's
hole. "How long has this been going on?" I said.


Mr. Cole grinned. He was almost close to tears, his face a mask of
joy. "This is the first time." He seemed to add, And it's all thanks to
you, as he kissed me again.


I removed my cock briefly from Andrew's mouth. "And not the last, eh,
Andrew?"


Andrew was in actual tears, but that was from my cock in his
throat. "Never. Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me."


"Andrew."


I was part of something private and intense, but hell, I was horny. So I
was definitely going to join in. They owed me that, at least. And Mr. Cole
had a free ass.


I moved behind Mr. Cole as he pounded into his son. I shoved down his
pants, exposing his beautiful ass; Mr. Cole got the idea and arched his ass
out, his cock still buried in his boy, while I sent my tongue into his
hole. Pretty soon their moans would become shouts over then downstairs
music, so I stood and used both hands, shoving my fingers into Mr. Cole's
mouth. He followed suit and Andrew began sucking his father's thumb.


I fucked into Mr. Cole, who let out a beastly roar and fucked his son. He
was in bliss, a raging, testosterone-fueled bull, fucking himself on my boy
cock and pounding his son's muscled ass at once. I didn't have to move; I
simply stood, letting Mr. Cole ride and control the energy. He was an
animal. Andrew's ass made sick slapping noises, his eyes rolling back at
the intense fuck.


He was gaining speed, and through my fingers he was spitting and drooling
and saying "son, son, fuck, my boy, son!" over and over. I reached under
his shirt to tweak his hairy nipple. He roared again and I felt him
tighten, almost slipping out; he came, shooting thousands of little
brothers into his own son's hole.


Both Coles shuddered as he came down from orgasm. I peered around
Mr. Cole's bulk and saw Andrew's cock twitching but unreleased. I wasn't
done yet either, and I had an idea.


"Straddle your boy," I instructed. Mr. Cole obeyed, absent. I looked at
Andrew. "You've only bottomed, but it's your job to learn how to fuck,
too. Your daddy needs it. Don't you, Mr. Cole?"


Mr. Cole whimpered in response, his face a mask of shame. I patted his
backside. Then I guided Andrew's cock into his father's hole.


Andrew gasped, but I kept Mr. Cole still, so as not to make the boy shoot
right away. Then I clambered onto the bed behind them. "Good, good. Andrew,
your daddy is a whore. He needs you to be a big man for him. He needs his
son to be strong. You'll like this, I promise--maybe even more than getting
fucked."


Andrew nodded, and he looked up at his dad, this brilliant, burly, hairy,
blue-collar man currently wrapped around his dick. Mr. Cole leaned down and
kissed him, and I wondered whether they had kissed yet, father and son.


I moved into place. "You're taking it, Mr. Cole," I said. "Both of us."


"No! No, I--you'll stretch me out, I couldn't--"


I shoved my fingers into his mouth again to shut up his protests. "You're
taking it, Mr. Cole. While your wife is downstairs with my father the cop,
you're taking it from both your sons. Like a good dad."


He understood my threat. He moaned and nodded and sucked my fingers. I
pushed my cock into him.


Oh fuck. You have no idea. He was tight, and Andrew's cock was hard and
thick as hell, and I was a big man, but damn it if I wasn't determined. And
Mr. Cole took it. He roared more than before, loud and shaking and sobbing,
but I entered the man and fucked against his son's cock.


Getting doubly penetrated must have been amazing for the bastard. Not a
full minute after I started fucking the Coles I reached down the dad's sexy
body to his cock. He was rock hard. I lay into him, and Andrew took charge
of stroking his father while I fucked them both deep and hard.


Of course, Andrew was the first to cum. His muscular legs twitched and he
shot a load all over my dick. Mr. Cole cradled his boy as he bit his
father's palm to keep from shouting. Then Mr. Cole came again and I watched
a geyser of cum splatter all over the man and his boy. I felt his hole
convulse and that brought me to the edge.


How lucky for Mr. Cole to receive two loads at once from his boys. How
lucky for Andrew to have made his dad cum twice.


How fucking lucky for me, too.


I withdrew first, my cock making an audible pop in Mr. Cole's gooey hole. I
did not have to say anything--the father and son were lost, together and
one, and I shoved my cock back into my pants without either of them
noticing. I left the room, lucky to see the hall deserted.


But really, that was just the warm-up. I had had an idea already: I was
going to fuck Brad's father. The man was sexy as hell and straight as could
be, but I was going to fuck him, and better yet--I would make sure Brad
wandered in to see it, too. I would need a brief recharge--I had cum twice
that evening, between my father's slutty boss and the Cole men, but I would
be plenty able to fuck another dad tonight.