Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2017 15:41:03 -0700
From: Dick Jacker <jackinbear01@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad Gets Me A Biker Buddy

Dad Gets Me a Biker Buddy
By
Jackinbear01@gmail.com

**This is a sequel to the story `Drunken Dad Digs My Dick'. It continues to
tell the hot sexual relationship between a father and his son. I urge you
to read that story first to have a more complete picture of this
man-to-man, and father/son connection.**
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Chapter 1
The next morning I woke up, feeling a little fuzzy-headed. I stretched,
throwing off the light sheet I was covered with, My naked, hairy, beefy
body felt exhilarated as the sun streaming through the window began to warm
me.. As I took a deep breath, I was stunned by the rich, masculine odor of
sweat and spunk that hung in my room. I smiled and snickered to myself,
remembering the amazing JO session I had ended up sharing with my father.
My hand slid down my furry belly, through my thick pubes, still sweaty and
sticky, running my fingers down under my large nutsack, sliding across my
slick taint. I pulled my fingers back up and brought them to my nose,
inhaling deeply, taking in the aroma of my own funk, sweat and jizz, mixed
with the shots of cum my father had blasted on me. My dick immediately came
to life, and I squeezed the shaft, feeling it thicken and rise up, as I
slid my fingers into my mouth, savoring the unmistakable flavor of hot man
sex.
I could have easily spent the rest of the morning milking out a good thick
load of cum replaying the surprising, exciting, mind-blowing sexual
exchange and revelation I shared with my father. But I decided to wait
until we had a chance to talk about it. If, indeed, my father was willing
to talk about it. I had to at least consider the idea that he would have
regretted everything we did last night, and forbid me from ever mentioning
it again. I hoped he might be more open-minded, and at least acknowledge it
happened, and that he enjoyed it, even if he said he could never do it
again.
I picked up my boxers, crumpled on the floor, and slid them on. I went to
the kitchen where I started a pot of coffee and opened the fridge, finding
some eggs, bacon and some hash browns. I hadn't made breakfast for us since
Dad's birthday two years ago. That was the year I had bought him his new
pool cue.
I had mowed lots of lawns that summer and cleaned out some truly disgusting
garages and sheds around town. I had even gone to Fat Jack's on a Thursday
after school. I spoke to Jack himself, and some of the regulars who were
there, to ask for their help and ideas. I went to a few customers homes
during a long weekend, detailing a couple of trucks and bikes. I convinced
my dad that I was working on a project with a friend from school, which he
never questioned. I worked hard for those guys especially, since they knew
my dad, and me, and had an idea how tough our lives were. I also enjoyed
being around some of those bikers, and those dudes who worked construction.
In their homes, with their families or alone, at ease. I would glance at
them while I cleaned and polished their vehicles, feeling a tidal wave of
masculine energy washing over me in waves. There were a couple of guys who
would be outside doing yardwork, or home repairs, and would strip off their
sweat-soaked shirts in the warm afternoon. I would have to bite my tongue
and focus more intently on my job, while my rebellious cock throbbed and
swelled. Those images swirled through my mind, kept in check until I lay in
bed at night. There I stroked my insistent hard cock, creating fantastic
sexual scenarios involving me and them.
When I had enough money, Fat Jack took me a store that specialized in game
room equipment. While we were in his truck, I looked over at him. He looked
to be in his 50's, his balding hair mostly grey, with a grey moustache. He
was fairly tall, about 6' 2", and he was slender, perhaps no more than 200
lbs.
`Why do they call you Fat Jack?' I asked. He looked over to me, rather
surprised at the question, and then turned back to watching the road. He
seemed to be wondering how to answer the question.
`It's a nickname I got back in the Army, that's all.' He hoped that would
satisfy me. But I pressed for more info.
`Was it because you were fat? Like Myron? At the bar?' Myron was one of the
regulars at Fat Jacks, and he easily weighed in at 350 lbs. It was hard to
imagine Jack ever being that huge.
Jack considered this a moment, and then glanced at me and said, `Yeah, I
was a pretty big guy. But like I said, the name kinda stuck with me.' I
just nodded, and Jack turned his attention back to the traffic. I did
notice as he adjusted his position in his seat, reaching down and quickly
grabbed his crotch, tugging the legs of his jeans that had become a bit
bunched up. He displayed a nice basket, and I shifted my gaze to the
passenger window before he caught me looking. I wondered if his nickname
was an indication of some part of him that was still fat?
Once at the store, he helped me pick out the right cue and the leather
case, and after we got back, a biker named Leo offered to do some custom
tool work on it, even adding Dad's initials. It was perfect. I remember how
excited I was that day. I insisted I go with him to the bar, where Fat Jack
and most of the regulars had put together a little party for him, with a
cake and some silly, raunchy gifts. But when he opened my present, his eyes
got shimmery and he grabbed me with one strong arm and hugged me tight,
whispering, `Thank you, son,' his voice a little husky as he tried to hold
back the tears. I stayed for a little while longer, then returned home
alone, letting Dad enjoy his night out with his friends.
I was roused from my memories when Dad said, walking into the kitchen,
`Keep your eye on the bacon, kiddo. If it burns, I'll make you eat it.' He
playfully bumped my shoulder as he reached for a coffee mug above my head.
He was wearing a t-shirt and an old pair of pajama bottoms, which hung low
on his hips. He reached up, revealing his furry belly, and the pants sagged
down, giving a brief view of the upper part of the thickening bush that
grew around the base of his cock. I could smell his body odor, his raised
arm exposing his hairy pit. He obviously hadn't showered yet, and I
realized that the aroma he exuded was also in my room. I felt my cock
twitch.
Dad grabbed the coffee pot and poured himself a full mug. As he turned to
the kitchen table to add cream and sugar, he asked, trying to sound casual,
`So what's the occasion? You haven't cooked a full breakfast like this in a
while.' After he had stirred his coffee and taken a sip, he set it down and
walked to the kitchen door. Opening it, he bent down to pick up the morning
paper that was waiting on the top step. I glanced over in time to see his
pants had slipped down, revealing his furry crack and the top half of his
beefy butt cheeks. My cock twitched again. As he closed the door with one
hand, he reached behind and slid the pants back up. He came back to the
kitchen table and sat down with his coffee, opening the paper and scanning
the front page silently.
I didn't want to make Dad feel uncomfortable, but after last night, my mind
was a maelstrom of questions and emotions, and I decided I would just be
direct and honest. If he didn't want to talk about it, at least right now,
I could live with that. But I just wanted to know if I should be happy,
sad, scared or hopeful.
`I guess it's because of...' I hesitated, and then continued, trying to sound
upbeat. `Last night. You and me, and being honest about...what I like.' I
focused on loading the bacon from the frying pan to a large plate, and
tossing a large pile of frozen hash browns into the hot greasy pan, a cloud
of steam rising as the potatoes sizzled in the hot bacon grease.
Dad took another sip of coffee, and then chuckled, saying, `Yeah, that sure
was a surprise, man. Never would have thought I'd get turned on like that.'
He shook the paper and turned it to another page. `Guess it's been such a
long time, I'd get horned up over almost anything. And I was pretty drunk.'
I set the platter with mounds of scrambled eggs and a pile of bacon on the
side down on the table in front of him. He set his coffee down, and placed
his strong hand over my arm. I stopped, leaning over, looking at him,
hopeful.
His voice was quieter, but firm, and strong. `But I'm stone cold sober now.
And this is the real truth. I really enjoyed it, son. I thought about it
for a while after I went to bed. It was wild, it was different. It was
breaking all the rules. It was letting loose. It was fun. I was turned on
by stuff I never thought I would be. Or should be. But I was. And I'm not
ashamed, and I don't feel guilty about it.' His hand moved to the side of
my face. It felt warm, rough, strong.
`And you shouldn't either.'
I sat down next to him, and he set the paper down and leaned back, looking
up and around, as if the answers to all his questions were floating above
him.
`I don't want to overthink it, you know?' I nodded, afraid to interrupt
him, wanting him to get whatever he was feeling out in the open.
After a moment, he looked at me again. `It felt good, son. Not just because
I was getting off better than I have in...well, ever. It felt good because it
was with you. My son, sharing a very personal, very intense part of
yourself with me. Letting me see the real you, even when you were scared
to. And I want to know more, son. About you. About us. About what we can do
together. Because you helped me imagine all sorts of new things about
myself.' My eyes were shiny with unshed emotion. Dad reached up, and his
rough, thick thumb wiped away a tear.
`We're both sailing into uncharted waters, Mike. I feel like we're going to
discover a strange new world. But if what happened last night is any
indication, we're not going to regret a moment of it. And I can't imagine
doing it without you next to me.' He held his arms open, and I fell into
him, his strong arms holding me, my face wet with tears, against his neck,
smelling his masculine scent. Inhaling it deep, absorbing it into my own
body. I whispered over and over, `I love you Dad. I love you.' I could feel
his tears on my shoulder, too, as he lightly kissed my neck, up to my ear,
whispering, `I love you, son. I never knew how much. And now I want us to
find out. Together.'
Chapter Two
My dad admitted that sex with me was something he wanted. Needed. We would
learn about man-to-man sex together. We would teach each other about a new
kind of love for us. Not just between two men, but between a father and
son. But we had no instruction manual, no guidebooks to show us the way.
Just our own feelings, desires and imagination.
We had great mutual JO sessions together. It was fairly random at first,
but we began to get together every Saturday night, when Dad came home after
his night at the bar. I noticed right away that he wasn't staying out
nearly as late, and he wasn't as intoxicated as he was in the past. It
wasn't long before we decided to burn a most of our favorite videos to
DVDs, and just watch them on the flat screen TV in the living room. Dad
would come in, grab a beer from the fridge, and stand near the couch
watching me, groping his basket, letting it swell until he couldn't wait
any more. Then he'd strip and sit next to me. We would watch videos, watch
each other, stroke each other's cocks until we were near orgasm, then back
off. I'd tell him about some of the guys I worked with, especially if I
happened to catch a look at their dicks in the john. He'd tell me about
some of the guys at Fat Jack's, and what kind of cockmeat he could see in
the bar's bathroom. It was always hot, pointing our dicks at each other,
covering our hard pulsing cocks with each other's sweet seed.
During one of our sessions, Dad turned to me, his breathing quick and
harsh, and said, `Mikey, I'm close. Kiss me.' I rolled over against him,
letting go of my own throbbing thick cock, and grabbed his tight balls. My
mouth pressed against his, both of us exchanging breath, saliva, our
tongues rolling around and over each other. Moaning and huffing and
grunting, my dad's body shook and then his hips bucked as his dick fired 3
thick shots of jizz along my arm and across my chest. There was a slight
pause, then another shudder as a thick stream of his dad milk flowed from
the tip of his cock, pouring down the shaft, over his fist, dripping onto
his balls and my hand.
After a moment his breathing slowed and I leaned back, our mouths moist and
drooling with our shared saliva. I released his spent balls, my hand and
forearm coated with his seed. I looked deep into his eyes as I brought my
fingers to my mouth as licked his jizz off each one, savoring the salty
spicy thick taste. Dad nodded, a lewd smile growing on his face as he
watched me, continuing to slowly milk his thick softening cock, his own
hand covered in more of his spunk, spreading it along the entire shaft.
`I love watching you swallow my jizz, boy. The same sperm that made you. I
love giving up my seed for you son.' After I licked my hand and forearm
clean, I reached down and pulled his hand off of his cock and sucked each
of his thick, calloused fingers clean. I tongued his entire palm, and the
back of his hand.
I realized that I was now rubbing my hard cock up and down against Dad's
hairy, beefy leg. We both smiled as I humped him, and he joked, `Just like
a horny fuckin' pup, eh? Humpin' everything you can.' He pushed me off, and
I lay back against the couch while Dad stood up in front of me. His legs
were apart slightly, his arms crossed over his hairy chest. He looked down
at me, stern and serious. I looked up at him, lustful and desperate to
please.
`You wanna bust your load for me, boy?' He said, his voice deep with lust
and dominance. `You like jackin' that big fat dick for your Dad, huh, boy?'
I just nodded, stroking my cock in a steady pace, not too fast, not too
slow. Our eyes were locked on each other.
He unfolded his arms and leaned over me, his hands resting on the back of
the couch on either side of my head. He lowered his face closer to mine,
flexing his arms. His body was closer to mine, and I could feel his heat
radiating off him. I continued jacking, beginning to moan slightly. Dad's
cock hung soft from his crotch, my hand brushing across the head as I
stroked my cock. He moved his hips slightly, so I could feel his warm wet
cock brush against my balls, my shaft, my pubes. I could feel his breath on
my face as he hummed in pleasure.
`Mmmmmm...that's right, Mikey. You keep working that big dick. You been
showing off that fuckstick, letting guys get a look at what you got for
your old man?'
I nodded, my voice thick with lust. `Yessir. Even had one of the
supervisors at work checking it out in the john.' Dad loved hearing about
me showing off my cock to other men.
Dad lowered himself to his knees, between my spread legs. He pressed up
against my crotch, my balls rubbing up and down across his hairy stomach.
His hands began rubbing and kneading my thighs. `Oh, really? Who was it?
What did he have to say?'
I let go of my dick and pawed my hairy sweaty chest and flicked and twisted
my hard nips. `It was Herman Fowler. I think you know him. He's got a thick
red moustache and a beer belly.' Dad nodded, as his hands moved higher, his
thumbs rubbing back and forth across my balls, and then he just massaged my
nuts and ran his fingers through my thick pubes.
I continued my story. `He just stood next to me, both of us shaking and
tugging our dicks. He kept his eyes on my meat and I let it get nice and
thick. Then he stuffed his hardon into his slacks and said, `That's some
major beef, Mike. Bet you shoot buckets of jizz. Wouldn't mind comparing
loads sometime after work when it's quiet around here.' Then he went back
to the assembly floor and into his office.'
Dad's eyes glittered with interest. `You gonna take him up on that, boy?' I
stopped Dad's hands and moved them back down my legs. I returned to slowly,
steadily stroking my hardon, bringing myself closer to giving my Dad a hot
cum blast.
Shaking my head, I replied, `Not unless he can get a few other guys to join
in and we can get a broader comparison.' I was feeling my balls drawing up,
Dad's hairy belly rubbing against them as his breath and mine was coming
faster.
`And I don't wanna just compare how much man milk we all pump out. We gotta
measure cock size, and the size of our nuts, see who's got a bigger head.
And I wanna see Fowler lying on his desk, naked, with all of us around him
covering his face, his chest, and his belly with our hot spunk.'  I began
grunting as Dad reached down and held my nuts tight. My mouth hung open as
I stared at him and started shooting thick jets of cum from my cock,
splashing across my chest and stomach.
Chapter Three
As the first weekend in October approached, Dad told me he thought it was
time to bring Rudy, one of the bikers that frequented Fat Jack's, back to
our place and see if we can entice him into hot mansex. I had never
forgotten Rudy since the night months earlier when he'd helped me get Dad
undressed and in bed after he went way beyond his limit at the bar. Rudy
was big, beefy, bearded, masculine, and friendly. Dad had cultivated a
firm, sincere friendship with the biker, but he also had become quite
aroused about the prospect of getting Rudy naked in between him and me. He
shared his plan with me, and I wholeheartedly agreed. That Saturday, we put
our plan into action.
Dad left for Fat Jack's around 10pm, as usual. I stripped naked, set up a
playlist of hot porno videos to watch for a couple hours, and settled into
the desk chair in my bedroom. I grabbed a good amount of grease from my
jar, and, with my earbuds secured, I began a good, slow, intense stroke
session. I was really getting into the action on the screen, but I also
kept an eye on the clock, excitedly waiting for midnight to arrive.
Dad strolled down to Fat Jack's, his pool cue, in its case, tucked under
his arm. He had to remember to remain casual, even though his stomach was
tight and his heartbeat faster than usual. He also could feel his dick
getting thick, threatening to reveal his excitement. He entered the bar,
looking across the crowd, many of whom looked his way and greeted him by
name. He orded a Budweiser and a shot of Wild Turkey, and Carrie, the
bartender, set them in front of him. He paid for them and quickly gulped
down the whiskey, followed by a healthy swig of his beer. He looked around
again, and saw Rudy playing pool at one of the tables at the far end of the
bar. When he stood up, he looked over and saw Dad, smiling and waving his
cue. Dad sat on an empty barstool, turning his attention back to his beer.
He struck up a mundane conversation with one of the regulars nearby, and
after ordering another beer, excused himself and moved toward the pool
tables.
He set his beer down and took a seat at a table near Rudy. He watched as
the biker bent over to execute his shot, smiling slightly as the biker's
firm, meaty ass was on display. His t-shirt hiked up in the back, revealing
a nice dense tuft of dark hair just above Rudy's beltline. Dad's dick
twitched and oozed a drop of precum. Luckily the dimmer lighting hid the
wet spot in his jeans well., and no one seemed to notice him reach down and
adjust his basket.
Rudy finished his game within a few minutes and, grabbing his beer from the
rail on the nearby wall, came over and sat next to Dad, clapping him on the
shoulder and greeting him warmly. The two men chatted easily about sports,
local bar gossip, and some of the newsworthy issues of the day. Rudy talked
about his frustrating week at work, installing drywall in a new office
building on the south side of town, and how much he wanted to punch the
project manager in the balls. Dad talked a little about me, and how hard
I've been working at the assembly plant, and how proud he was. Rudy
congratulated him on raising such a responsible son.
They talked, they drank, and they laughed together. As midnight approached,
Rudy got up to use the bathroom. Dad decided he needed to piss, too, and
they both went to the cramped hallway where both bathrooms were located.The
men's room was fairly crowded, and Rudy and Dad were both stuck waiting for
an open urinal. Dad's need became more desperate, and the crowd of drunken
bikers, truckers and blue collar customers didn't seem to be dispersing.
`Fuck it,' he said, frustrated. Rudy looked at him questioningly, and Dad
just cocked his head and said, `C'mon' as he left the cramped bathroom.
He and Rudy slipped out a back door and stood in a dim alley. Dad walked to
an old rusty green dumpster nearby and unbuttoned his jeans, extracting his
cock. Rudy came and stood next to him and after looking around quickly,
unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. Both men sighed contentedly as
their hot piss splashed against the dumpster and ran down along the alley.
They glanced at each other and laughed. Dad took a quick glance over at
Rudy's cock which was uncut and thick, with a firm looking large mushroom
head. Dad noticed Rudy glance quickly down at his cock, then turn his head
forward, looking up at nothing in particular. While both men were still
draining their hoses, Dad leaned over and whispered, 'Hey, Rudy, do you
smoke weed?' Rudy looked down at Dad, warily, Then he chuckled as he gave
his dick two final shakes and tucked it back in his jeans.
`Does Stormy love to take it up the ass?' He replied. Stormy was one of the
local biker chicks who was well known for putting out for almost anyone.
`Why?'
Dad finished pissing and stuffed his cock back in his pants. Giving his
basket a final tug and grope, he said, in the same quiet secretive tone,
`Well, I did some repair work on a dude's truck, and he couldn't pay me all
we agreed in cash, so he gave me a decent bag of weed. I thought, if you
were in the mood, we could go back to my place and smoke a bowl or two.'
Dad hesitated before continuing, `I just don't like getting high all by
myself, ya know?'
The two men began walking down the alley toward the parking lot and the
street. Rudy nodded, `Yeah, I get that. Thanks. I'd love to smoke a bowl
with you, man.' He clapped his hand on Dad's shoulder again, and the two
men walked back toward our home.
Partway there, Rudy asked, `What about Mike?' concerned about using drugs
around me. Dad waved at him dismissively, saying, `Don't worry about my
son. First off, we've smoked together a few times already. Besides, he's
probably already asleep.' That explanation seemed to satisfy Rudy, and the
two men continued toward home.
Sleep was the furthest thing from my mind at that moment.
I was steadily stroking my thick greasy shiny hardon, my legs spread wide
apart, watching the hot, hairy, bearded man on the screen swallowing two
glistening cocks. The house was dark except for a small desk lamp and the
glow of my laptop.
I heard the kitchen door open, even wearing ear buds, but I ignored it. Dad
told Rudy to go ahead and take a seat in the living room while he grabbed a
couple beers from the fridge. Rudy stopped outside my door, and dad heard
him whisper, `Whoa...Fuck...'
Chapter Four
Rudy stood in stunned silence, staring at me, and the video I was watching.
I was slouched in my chair, naked, my legs spread wide. With one greasy
fist I milked my thick hard dick using firm steady strokes. My cock
rewarded me with a thick stream of precum coating my shaft and balls.
The video was on a construction site, where the project manager (beefy,
bearded, white hardhat, hi-viz vest, his long sleeve shirt damp with sweat,
his tie loosened) was shoving his cock down the throat of one of the
workers. I was adding my own commentary,
`Fuck yeah, boss. You know he loves chokin' on your meat. He's a fucking
cock whore. Make him your cumdump.' I could feel my orgasm building, but I
knew I had to hold off until later. It was tough, especially since I could
sense Rudy just outside my door watching.
Dad came up behind Rudy to see what had stopped him, and when he realizes
what's going on, he shook his head, grumbling `Sorry', and pushed past
Rudy, handing him the beers. He calls my name twice, and I sit up, acting
surprised.
`Damm son, haven't you gotten your nut yet?' Rudy glances again at me and
the video again, then turns and goes to the living room.
I pull the earbuds out, still stroking my impressive meat. `Maybe I have.
Maybe this is my fourth or fifth load today. Hard to keep track sometimes.'
I grabbed a rag nearby and cleaned off my greasy, precum coated hands.
Tossing the rag to Dad, I joked, `You remember what it was like when you
were my age, doncha, old man?'
He caught it, glanced quickly toward the living room to make sure Rudy
wasn't in view, and held the rag against his face, inhaling deeply. He
tossed it back to me, and replied, `Don't get smart with me, kid. If you
want to have a jackin' contest, you better wear a raincoat, `cuz I'll drown
you in my spunk. Now, either finish up, or put that demon dick away and
come smoke a bowl with Rudy and me.'
Dad leaned close to me and whispered, `Give me about 15 minutes to get him
a little stoned and to see how he handles hearing about our stroke
sessions.' I nodded, and Dad left my room, closing the door.
In the living room, Rudy was scrolling through the cable channels on the
TV, settling on a rebroadcast of some college football. Dad sat next to
him, grabbing his beer and lifting it in a toast. The bottles clinked
together and they both took long swallows.
Dad reached under the couch and brought out a small carved wooden box. He
opened it, taking out a light green glass pipe with black dots. He packed a
clump of weed in the bowl, and handed the pipe and lighter to Rudy, giving
him the first hit.  Rudy lit the bowl, watching the grass glow bright red,
inhaling deeply. He handed the pipe back to Dad, and slowly released the
fragrant smoke from his lungs, sighing and feeling his body relax. Dad took
a hit, and held the smoke in for a while, setting the pipe down on the
coffee table. After exhaling, they looked at each other, smiling, as Dad
said, `That's nice.' Rudy nodded in agreement.
Dad grabbed the beer again and leaned back on the couch. `Sorry about
Mike,' he said to Rudy. `I guess I should have called him to let him know
we were coming. Sometimes he goes for hours. I've just gotten so used to
his stroke sessions, they don't really faze me anymore.'
Rudy took another sip of his beer and replied, `I guess it would take a
little getting used to, but he's lucky to have a father with a good
attitude about it.' He set down the beer and picked up the pipe again,
looking at Dad for an okay. Dad nodded, and Rudy lit the bowl, taking in
another deep hit. Dad took another hit, smaller this time.
`Was your dad a prude about sex? About jerking off?' Dad asked Rudy, who
shook his head.
`No, it was my mom. She caught me in my room with an old Penthouse. She
went ballistic. She screamed at me and called me disgusting. Threw the
magazine in the trash and made me stay in my room until my dad came home
from work.'
`What did he do?' Dad asked. He casually adjusted his basket as he turned
to look at Rudy, who had slumped down in the sofa, his legs wide apart, his
hands draped over his crotch.
`It's one of the few times I remember not hating him. He said it was normal
to beat off, but I should make sure Mom never caught me. Then he pulled a
key out of his pocket and handed it to me. He said it opened the padlock on
the storage shed behind the garage. He said that's where he'd go when he
wanted to rub one out. And he had lots of magazines there.' Dad chuckled,
and Rudy continued, `I spent a lot of time in that shed. I guess my dad did
too.' After a moment, he added, `I wonder if things might have been
different between us if we'd hung out together in the shed.' Dad stood,
picking up the empty beer bottles and going to the kitchen.
`I just hate how much shame we felt about it when we were kids. If it
wasn't our mothers warning us that we'd go blind, it was the church telling
us we'll go to hell.' Dad said as he returned with two fresh beers. Sitting
down next to Rudy, Dad mimicked the bearded biker's posture, spreading his
knees wide, one hand on his basket, the other one tipping the beer bottle
at his lips. Setting the bottle on the table, he continued, `I figured I'd
rather have him here at home spraying his spunk on his belly than going out
and knocking up some stupid bitch working the drive-thru at Burger King.'
Dad picked up the pipe, refilled it and fired it up, passing it to Rudy.
Dad continued, `I remember what I was like at that age. I was ready to fuck
any girl who smiled at me.'
`Then I saw what kind of videos he was watching, and he opened up about
what he liked. He liked guys. Men. Hairy, muscled, inked, bearded real men.
I was surprised, but it didn't change how I felt about him. And I didn't
have to worry about him getting some girl pregnant. I felt kinda relieved,
I guess.'
Rudy shifted on the couch, adjusting his basket. `Yeah, it was a surprise
to see him totally naked, really going at it, and then seeing the porn he
was watching...those were some hardcore dudes.'
Dad pawed his own basket, glad to see Rudy glancing at Dad's crotch
briefly. `Yeah, and some world class cocksuckers.. And you saw that slab of
meat he was jackin', right?' Rudy nodded.
`My son's gonna have dudes climbing all over each other to get some of
that. I'm pretty proud of my own fuckpole, but he's got me beat by more
than an inch. He's thicker, too. Almost felt a little jealous when we
compared `em side by side. And those teenage balls make a lot of cum, and
they need to be drained. He's stroking out four or five loads a day here at
home. But the best part is the little horndog has helped me boost my own
output.' Rudy looked over at Dad questioning. `I can cum three or four
times a night when we jack off together.'
Rudy sat up a little, obviously surprised. `Whoa, back up a second. You
two...beat off together?' Dad nodded, taking another sip of his beer.
`I know it sounds kinda weird. But there was one night a few months back, I
came home from the bar early, like tonight, and Mike was doing just what we
saw tonight. I guess I was just drunk enough, and just horny enough, and I
wasn't thinking about seeing my son stroking his dick, just another guy. He
was really enjoying his cock, his balls, his whole fuckin' body. And when
he realized I was watching, he was a little freaked, sure. So was I. But we
talked about it, and I told him to go ahead and finish and he wanted me to
join in. I did, and it was one of the best loads I've shot in a long, long
time.'
Rudy considered this a moment or two, then asked, `Have you two
done...anything else?'
Dad shook his head. `Nothing except jacking each other. And Mike's a
fucking amazing kisser. I never knew how fucking hot making out with
another man could be.' Dad kept groping his thick meat, adjusting it so it
laid against his right thigh. Rudy stared at Dad's bulging jeans, and he
continued running his hand back and forth along the hard length.
`Mike's watched hot men fucking, sucking and shooting their loads together
for a long time, but he hasn't had any real man-to-man contact except me. I
think it would be better if he learned about it from a wider variety of
men. Not just me.'
Rudy smiled and nodded, his hardon laying along the inside of his right
thigh as he stroked its length through his jeans. `Maybe a guy like me,
right?'
I came out of my bedroom in just a worn pair of cotton shorts, my package
barely contained. I stood at the corner of the living room, and Dad
motioned for me to come in and join them. I sat on the other side of the
couch, putting Rudy between me and Dad.
While I picked up the pipe and took a deep hit, Dad continued. `We're both
kind of new to the whole thing, so maybe we're not going about it right.'
Dad continued, `So, my son and I jack off together. No apologies, no shame,
no guilt. It feels great. We've found something we really have in common.
It's not like we have marathon stroke sessions every night, but sometimes
it's just better getting off with a buddy...we talk about some of the videos
we watch, or other things that turn us on. I've told him about some of the
wildest sex I've had. He's told me about some of his hottest jackoff
fantasies. There's nothing dirty or shameful about it. It makes me feel
closer to him.' Dad looked over at me, asking, `What about you, Mikey? How
do you feel about us jacking off together?
Rudy looked at me intently, and I could see the sexual hunger in his eyes.
`I was so scared to tell Dad I loved seeing big, hairy men having hot sex
together, and that I really wanted to do that too. But once I told him, he
just accepted it. And when he watched some of my favorite porn with me, he
really got into it, which made it hotter, `cuz I fantasized about seeing my
dad's hardon for a long time. I love jacking off with Dad.' After a moment,
I added, `I don't know why more fathers and sons don't do it. It's
something we both love doing, and it's a perfect way to really get close.'
Rudy looked back and forth at me and Dad, slowly nodding his head. He gave
his swollen basket a good grope, and then stood up, turning to face us both.
`Show me.' He said, as he pulled his t-shirt off, revealing his broad, well
developed chest, covered with silver and brown fur, and his tight, hairy
stomach. He sat on a nearby chair, pulling off his black leather boots,
peeling off his socks.
`Put on some of that hot fucking porn and let me see you two stroking
together.'
I quickly slid my shorts off and displayed my quickly growing dick. I
grabbed a DVD from a nearby shelf and slid it into the player next to the
TV. Dad stood and quickly stripped also. The three of us stood watching
each other stroke our cocks to full hardness. Rudy's cock was about the
same size as Dad's, with a bigger head covered with an ample hood. Rudy sat
back down in the chair, his legs apart, stroking his cock.
`Yeah, let me see how a father and son jack together. Dad showing his son
how to pump a hot load.'
Dad and I sat back on the couch, our hairy, sweaty bodies next to each
other. The video had begun, with a scene involving three guys on Harleys
riding into a mountain campsite. One man had a long reddish beard, and a
leather vest over a furry chest. The second man looked like Rudy, with a
grey beard, his long grey hair in a tight braid to the middle of his back.
The third man was Turkish, with darker skin, a thick black mustache, and
dark chest hair pouring over his tank top. After they pulled into the
campground, the scene cut to the three men at a picnic table near their
tents and bikes. They were drinking beer, passing a thick joint between
them. A park ranger joins them, to make sure everything is going well. He's
beefy, bearded, with thick hairy forearms. The biker with the long braided
hair gets up, walking to a nearby tree and pulling out his cock to take a
piss. The other bikers get up to join him, passing the joint to the park
ranger, who takes a hit, and watches all three men pissing and shaking
their steadily growing cocks. He walks over, hands the joint to one of the
guys and grabs a cock in each hand, as he sinks to his knees and opens his
mouth, swallowing the third cock all the way to the base.
Dad and I are steadily stroking our rock hard dicks, grunting and
commenting on the action on the screen. Dad leans over my dick and spits a
thick wad of saliva onto it. I smear his warm spit on my shaft, moaning,
then leaning over Dad's hardon, I give him a hot wet glob of my spit. We
are both jacking, bucking our hips, watching each other, swearing and
encouraging each other. We look over to see Rudy, his meaty fist stroking
his thick pole, the foreskin rolling back and forth over the wide shiny
head of his cock.
`Two fuckin' hot horny bastards, showing off their big meat.' Rudy growled.
Dad and I looked at each other, and as if we were reading each other's
minds, stood up, facing each other. Looking at each other's throbbing,
slick cocks, then back into each other's lust-filled eyes, we reached out
and wrapped our hands around each other's cocks and started stroking them,
grunting at the primal pleasure of feeling another man's strong steady grip
pulling our dicks. `Fuck yeah,' groaned Rudy, tugging his large hairy nuts.
Then we leaned toward each other and began to kiss. Deep, passionate, wet,
kissing. Our tongues wrestled each other, our breath blasting into each
other's lungs. Dad's free hand grabbed the back of my neck, while I reached
up, pawing his hairy chest, and gripping a hard nipple, flicked it with my
thumb and pinched it, hearing dad's whine of pleasure, his knees buckling a
bit, his hips jerking forward, his hardon sliding against mine. He let go
of my cock and I wrapped my hand around both hot fuckpoles.
Dad pushed me back, and I let our cocks go. We broke our kiss, our breath
coming in short gasps, and looked over at Rudy. He looked dazed as his fist
moved up and down his shaft in fast strokes. His eyes moved back and forth
between us. His mouth hung open, and his voice was raspy as he hissed, `So
fucking hot!' He looked at me, trying to verbalize his lust, `Mike, you
like stroking the cock that made you, man? That's the man who fucked you
into existence.' I nodded, replying, `Best cock in the world.' Then Rudy
turned to Dad, saying, `Your kid's got a fuckin' monster cock. Bet you'd
love to watch that pole tear into some fuckin' hairy trucker's hole.' Dad
nodded, reaching over to give my cock another few strokes.
`Maybe someday I'll let Mike tear into my virgin fuckhole..' This elicited
a groan of sexual joy from Rudy and me.
Rudy shook his head, exclaiming, `This is insane, but so fucking hot!
Almost makes me wish I'd jacked with my dad. Maybe if we had beat each
other off, we wouldn't have spent so much time beating each other up.' His
fist slid up and down his gorgeous shaft faster, his balls smacking up and
down between his sweaty thighs.
I stepped closer to Rudy, saying, `You better slow down on your stroking,
man. I don't want you blowing your load too soon.' Rudy nodded, releasing
his grip on his cock, gripping and pulling his large nuts.. His other hand
pawed up and down and across his hairy body, settling on his left nipple,
flicking it repeatedly.
Rudy turned his gaze to me as I dropped to my knees at his side. `I gotta
taste your cock, Rudy. I want you to cum down my throat.' He and I turned
to look at Dad who sat back down on the couch, grabbing the base of his
hard cock in one hand, smacking it wetly in the palm of his other hand.
`Yeah, son,' he said, smacking his dick over and over, `Swallow that hot
biker dick. Show your dad that you're the best cocksucker around. Make me
proud, fucker.' Dad leaned back and slowly stroked his cock, relishing the
sensation and focused on my first taste of another man's cock, and another
man's load.
Rudy and I exchanged looks, and he nodded as I reached over and grabbed his
throbbing cock. He leaned back, his hands clasped behind his head, his
sweaty pits dripping on my neck. He watched my dad as I opened my mouth
wide and slid his hooded cockhead and most of the shaft into my mouth. He
and my dad grunted in unison.
`Fuck, yeah. Your son is a natural cocksucker.' I began to bob my head up
and down, feeling the firm head press against the back of my throat. `I
love being the first man to feed him dick.' Rudy looked down at me, his
hand on the back of my head, gently urging me to take the entire length.
What surprised me was how natural it felt. Just like Rudy said. I seemed to
know instinctively what to do to get his dick hard and pouring precum over
my tongue. I loved the pressure of Rudy's firm cockhead pressing against
the back of my throat, knowing I could push it further back.
`C'mon, Mikey. Keep breathing, open your throat,' Dad said, coaching me. I
slid my mouth to the top of the shaft, took a deep breath, and looked at
Dad as Rudy's cock slid to the back of my throat, and with a little push of
his hips, it pushed the final length down my throat. I felt his balls
against my chin, his pubic hair brushing against my nose and mouth. I held
my face there, breathing deeply, then lifting my head up, feeling the slimy
shaft retreating from my throat. My eyes were watering, my nose running, my
breath raspy, and I heard Dad saying, `That's my boy. Knew you could do it!
Get that fuckin' biker load, Mike! Swallow that cum for your dad!'
I swallowed Rudy's shining cock over and over.  He grunted, growled, swore
and praised me for my skill. He looked at Dad, who was stroking his cock in
rhythm with my mouth on Rudy's meat.
`I'm getting close, man. Gonna give your son his first dose of my cock
juice. You gonna cum with me?' He motioned for Dad to come closer. Dad
stood, stepping up beside Rudy, watching as my mouth stretched around
Rudy's thick uncut meat. Rudy reached around Dad's ass and pulled his hips
forward, taking Dad's throbbing thick cock into his mouth. Dad
instinctively grabbed Rudy's head and with a deep `Oh FUCK yeah!' began
fucking Rudy's face. Rudy's hips began to buck, driving his hardon down my
throat over and over. All three of us, grunting, snorting, swearing.
Dad chuckled, looking down at Rudy. `You've done this before, haven't you,
fucker? Bet you've swallowed a few loads from your biker buddies.' Rudy
nodded, smiling around Dad's thick cum rocket.
 My hands roamed over Rudy's hairy body, down to his nuts, pulling them
even as they drew up tight. Dad's hands stroked Rudy's face, his beard
rubbing against Dad's balls. Rudy's hands gripped Dad's hairy flexing
asscheeks.
`Fuck yeah, Rudy! I'm coming!' Dad bellowed, holding Rudy's head against
his crotch. Rudy's muffled grunts signaled his own orgasm, and I felt his
shaft throb as he pumped four thick jets of spunk into my mouth. I let them
fill my mouth, my tongue coated in the sweet, savory warm cream, and then
swallowed. Rudy's meat pumped out another smaller dose of jizz, and his
whole body shivered with the sensation of my tongue swiping around under
his foreskin. Dad pulled his cock out, milking its length, wiping the final
drops of his cum across Rudy's beard. I released Rudy's cock as all three
of us, breathing heavily, smiled at each other.
Rudy sat up in the chair, and pulled me off my knees to stand facing Dad.
`Did I do okay, Dad?' I asked.. He was still panting, his hairy body coated
in sweat, like me and Rudy. His hand rested on the back of my neck, our
foreheads pressed together.
`You did great, Mike. I knew you would.' His mouth met mine, and we kissed,
Dad's tongue swabbing my mouth, gathering the remnants of Rudy's load.
`Fuck yeah, Mike. You were amazing.'  Rudy watched us as we made out,
casually squeezing and pulling on his uncut prick. We pulled back from our
kiss, our breathing returning to normal. Rudy stood up, his muscular arms
laid across our shoulders, drawing us into a sweaty hairy embrace.
As all three of us stood naked, our heads pressed together, Rudy said, in a
quiet but steady voice, `I want you guys to do something special for me.
Mike, I want you to jack your cock and shoot your load for me. Blow your
load right into your dad's mouth.'
Dad and I slowly leaned back, exchanging surprised, and then excited looks.
I started stroking my cock, which hadn't softened that much. I was very
close to the edge when Rudy and Dad shot their loads. I knew it wouldn't
take long for me to come, so I tried to enjoy it as long as I could. Rudy's
beefy paw rubbed up and down my thick back, and across my hairy ass. His
other hand was on Dad's shoulder, gently pressing him to his knees. I
looked down at my dad, his eyes locked with mine, pleading, demanding. His
hands on my hips, rubbing up and down their hairy muscular length. His
mouth open slightly, looking hungry.
`I've fantasized about this since that first night, son. I love you. I want
your seed, Mike.' I moaned, gripping my cock harder, leaning against Rudy's
strong muscular, sweaty body. His beard brushed across my shoulder, against
my ear as he kissed my neck, and whispered, his voice husky, `Give your dad
that sweet load, Mike. Let him taste his son's spunk. Let him see the man
he raised.' My fist moved in a blur back and forth along my shaft, my
breathing faster. I felt my body begin to shake as my balls drew tight, and
I felt my prostate pulse, releasing a thick string of precum.
`Uhh...uhhh...ohhh...ohhh...' I gasped, unable to form coherent words. Rudy's big
rough hand grabbed my head, turning it toward him, his mouth mashed to
mine, his thick, hot wet tongue driving into my mouth.
`Yeah, Mike, that's my horny fucking boy. Feed me. Spray your jizz in my
mouth.'
I pulled my mouth off of Rudy's, looking down at my dad. I aimed my thick
long cock at his open mouth and moaned, `Take my load, dad! Here it comes!
Swallow it! Ahhhhh!!!'
My cock pulsed, spraying a thick shot of hot sperm. It spashed across Dad's
cheek and tongue. A second and third shot coated his lips and dripped off
his chin. He licked the thick hot spunk into his mouth. He opened his
mouth, his tongue stretched out. I laid the head of my cock on his wet
tongue, as a last pulse of my hog forced one final shot of cum directly on
Dad's tongue. I rubbed my cockhead across his tongue, and then he closed
his mouth around my shaft as I slid my meat all the way into his throat. I
felt a moment's resistance as my cock pushed on the back of Dad's throat.
He looked up at me and roughly grabbed my ass with both hands and shoved
the remaining length of my cock down his throat, massaging my cock. I
gasped, crying out, `Oh, FUCK, Dad! You fucking cocksucker!'
Dad slowly extracted my softening cock from his throat, gasping for breath
when his airway was clear. I helped him to his feet, and we embraced and
kissed. We moved to the couch, collapsing side by side, Rudy sitting in the
chair across from us. We all sat silently for a long while, looking at each
other. We all had broad smiles coated with our cum, spit and sweat. I felt
like I'd never stop smiling.
Rudy finally asked, `So, guys, what's next on your hot mansex to-do list?'
We chuckled, and then Dad and I looked at each other, not sure how to
answer. There were so many possibilities.