Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2022 12:18:38 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Horny Dad Tales: Campus Visit

Campus Visit
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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Horny Dad Tales #41


CAMPUS VISIT

Yeah, I knew Riley and I would fool around some on this trip. And I'll
admit I booked us a single queen bed in some of the hotels with that very
hope in the back of my mind. But I had no idea how this week-long campus
tour would turn into a mini honeymoon for me and my son.

Up until then, Riley and I had been content to sneak around for an
occasional BJ swap. It was a crazy taboo to do with my own son, and even
more so given just how fricking hot he is. A rising senior on the varsity
wrestling team, he also lifts weights religiously to keep with the bodies
of his Instagram buddies. I tried to give him a heart-to-heart father-son
talk about body image and not living up to unreasonable expectations. But
my son just shrugged in his affable jock way and, "I'm good Dad. It's
something I enjoy doing."

I was skeptical that it was healthy, but I also knew my judgment was
clouded by how incredible his body was at 18. Ripped muscle, dense muscle
too and still largely smooth, though I gathered Riley shaved his treasure
trail and did some manscaping for his Insta pics.

The first time just kind of happened. Me and Riley staying up late in my
man cave watching a West Coast ball game. It was summer and a weekend, so
the late evening felt fine. I was in a good mood and Riley was too... the
kind of friendly, affectionate son I didn't always see through his teen
years. But he was older now, grown up. He'd be going off to college. Maybe
that paternal thing kicked in for me, but I placed my arm over Riley's
shoulder. I half expected him to flinch or wiggle out from my embrace. But
instead he leaned into me, open to it.

It was that gesture, and the warmth of his body, and feeling just how
fucking firm my teenage son's muscle was... well my dick went erect. I
tried to will it to stop, or at least to slow down, but there it was. A
hardon for my son.

I felt mortified, but I looked down and saw a matching ridge in Riley's
basketball shorts.

"Buddy..." I said, nervously, in a tone that was apologetic. A "we should
stop this," kind of tone.

"It's cool, Dad," was all Riley said. And he reached over and gripped my
dad spike through my khaki shorts, playfully gripping it in a rhythmic
squeeze. It felt nice. It felt better than nice, it was amazing. And yeah,
there was the mindblowing taboo that it was my hot fucking son feeling me
up.

I reached over and touched his spike. Somehow harder than mine, like pure
steel. He didn't have underwear beneath those shorts and it was like I
could feel every ridge, from the tip down to the balls. My own son's dick.

"So, son..." I had to ask, "You sexually active?"

Riley nodded earnest. "Yeah, Dad. For a while. Done it a few times with
girls, but me and my buddies fool around a lot."

Got that idea got me hot, and the lewd part of me tried guessing which of
Riley's friends had done it, had touched this dick.

"You know, we shouldn't be doing this," I cautioned. Still not letting go
of his stick.

Nor he mine. His voice was getting hoarse with desire now. "Yeah, I
know... but it's pretty damn hot isn't it?" He looked up from my crotch to
my face and he had an impish smile on his face.

"Yeah, buddy, it is," I admitted, a naughty look matching his.

And like that I was kissing my son, sexually, for the first time.

***

I may have been crazy to fool around with Riley, but I wasn't stupid. And
Riley wasn't stupid. We were super careful not to do it too much, only when
we were absolutely certain the coast was clear. But when his mother was out
of the house - and I was sure she wouldn't be coming back early - I'd knock
at his door, or Riley would come down to my workroom in the basement - and
we'd silently communicate that we wanted it. It didn't matter who went
first, who blew whom, because the other was gonna get reciprocation.

Maybe that's how I thought that's how this college trip was gonna go. Riley
had an early Fall break at school, and we were going to do a road trip to
the Northeast and visit a few of my son's wish list places - Georgetown,
Villanova, Skidmore, Quinnipiac, BC, Tufts. Spending a couple of days in
NYC the fun of it. Riley was a good wrestler, but not scholarship bound,
and he had solid grades for a competitive school. Some were long shots, but
his mother and I encouraged him to go for it.

My son might not be a top-caliber wrester, but he would win an Olympic
medal in undressing the fastest. It was a long drive to DC, and we checked
into our hotel around 5pm. I'd set down my luggage and stepped into the
bathroom for a needed piss. And when I came out, Riley was completely naked
and stretched on the hotel bed, a hardon sticking up from his lightly
furred crotch and those smooth abs.

"Not wasting time are you, buddy?" I teased. But I was throwing hard at the
sight of him, and it was starting to really sink in that Riley and I had
this private time and we'd be having a lot more of it. My fingers traced
along his muscular shoulder and that bulging arm.

Riley grinned up at me. "You look really hot, Dad... you've been hitting
the gym more, I can tell."

I blushed. I had been getting back more regularly into lifting and cardio,
and I knew Riley was in large part my inspiration. I didn't have an
Instagram body like his, but I did all right for my 48 years. And now that
my son's hands were on my slimmed down belly and untucking my polo shirt, I
felt strangely complimented.

I helped him undress me, getting in an almost playful mood as I kicked off
my sneakers and peeled off my shirt. Riley scooted up on the bed, a grin on
his face, as he watched me peel down my jeans and briefs.

"I really didn't have ulterior motives taking you on this trip," I said,
maybe a little embarrassed at my clear desire. My dad dick was sticking up
hard, swaying as I got up on to the bed to join my son.

"You overthink things, Dad," Riley said, reaching up to feel my chest. "I'm
hoping we can have sex nonstop this week."

"God yeah," I grunted, so turned on. Our kiss was electric. But even better
was feeling Riley's naked body against mine. For all our times sneaking
around, we'd never done anything like this. Full on making out in a shared
bed. Writhing against one another. His cock was amazingly hard against
mine, and I had to relish his youthful energy in bed.

But I was equally taken by his skill in this. Not exactly experienced, but
he was guiding me as much as I was guiding him. And a few minutes later, as
I got closed to bringing him off to completion with my mouth, Riley nudged
me off. "Not yet, Dad. I wanna edge some."

Maybe things were different with young guys. They had porn, they had the
internet, and there was just a more open culture about sex than there had
been in my younger days.

I was benefiting from that now, as Riley sucked me, not too fast or hard,
just working my up, before pulling off and blowing on my wet erection
playfully. Then he worked his way down. "Come on, Dad, lift your legs," he
asked, his voice an urgent plea.

He wasn't gonna, was he? I thought. But as I did as instructed, there was
Riley's tongue licking me. Tonguing my ass. I wasn't naive. I knew what a
rim job was. I just never had experienced it. And my own boy was giving me
one. I didn't have any to compare to, but his technique was driving me
wild. Like clenching the sheets wild. Like boner dripping sap on my furry
belly wild.

Riley had a proud look on his face when he finally rose up from between my
parted cheeks. He wiped the spit off his chin. "I think you liked that," he
laughed.

"Jesus, son, I had no idea," I gasped. "Who taught you that?"

Riley chuckled. "I can fill you in on my experiences this week. For now,
let's just enjoy this..." God, he was so assured when it came to sex, I
felt a weird reversal.

"Yeah, sounds good," I grinned.

He gave me those puppy dog eyes and ventured, "You feel like returning the
favor?"

I wasn't sure I did. But I felt like I owed it to him. "I'm not experienced
with, you know..."

"With rimming?" he teased. I could tell Riley was getting a kick out of my
shy streak.

"Yeah, with rimming. But I'll try it."

"You don't gotta, Dad," he offered me an out.

I shook my head and patted the bed next to me. "I wanna," I said
bravely. "Get up here, on your knees."

I won't lie. The first lick freaked me out a little. But the second and
third were OK, and I realized it was all good. This was just another form
of sex. Like eating pussy. I dove in and went at it.

"Oh fuck Dad!" Riley cried and I hoped to god for soundproofing in this
hotel. But I was undeterred now. I ate my son out as best I could, copying
the actions he'd done on me. It seemed to work, and pretty soon he was
scrambling out from beneath me, his hard on rock hard and dripping.

"I gotta get off," he huffed. "69?"

This was a first for us too, but it was perfect. Riley was worked up, and I
was worked up. We scooted into a face-to-crotch position and in unison took
each other into our mouths. We were rooting for gold now, and it didn't
take us long. Riley spurted into my mouth and the flavor of my son's cum
had me nutting in no time. Riley swallowed it all readily.

We kissed after we uncoupled and this part was nice, too. I wasn't able to
process the emotions I was feeling with my son just then, but I tried to
take his advice and not overthink it. We had a whole week for me to be my
normal worrying parent. For now, I'd just had some incredible sex.

I did bring our make out session to an end. "We better go out and get some
food before I lose the energy," I said.

"Yeah," Riley said. He patted my hairy chest with a gentle gesture of
affection. "Thanks, Dad, that was incredible." We quickly showered off and
got dressed again. I was starving by now, and Riley was too.

***

I should have felt more guilt than I did. But I don't think I realized till
then how much my mood responded to my son's. Riley was happy, relaxed, and
carefree. That night we kind of cuddled in that queen bed, and that felt
right, too.

The next day was an early breakfast and a 9AM campus tour. Georgetown was
great, though the cynical side of me was wondering how much Riley's
education was gonna cost me. I let him go off and do his own thing for a
while as I went in town to visit one of the Smithsonian museums. We met up
for a casual taco dinner and strolled around for a bit.

Then at one point, Riley popped into a drug store. "Just a sec, Dad," he
said. I could have gone in with him, but it was a nice evening out, a nice
low-humidity fall evening that was a welcome antidote to the Southern
weather we'd escaped.

My cute son had an even cuter grin when we came out, bag in hand. "I was
hoping we'd try some new stuff," he announced.

I gathered he was talking about sex, and I felt that cautiousness come over
me. "Should we wait till the hotel for this conversation?" I asked.

"Yeah, probably," Riley grinned.

My heart was pounding the five minute walk back to the hotel and the
elevator ride up to our floor. I kept looking over at Riley, who was giving
me that intent, sexual look. I was giving him one back. Part of me was
nervous about what he was thinking, though I had a good idea. Still, I knew
we'd be getting our rocks off, together, whatever we ended up doing.

As we stepped into the room and turned on the light, Riley playfully sat on
the bed and reached into the bag. "We don't gotta dad, but I was hoping
we'd fuck..." He tossed a container of lube onto the bed, then reached in
to pull out a four pack of disposable enemas.

"Jesus, Riley, how much fucking you expecting us to do?" I laughed
nervously.

My son chuckled. "We'll see if you like it... but I was hoping you'd try
bottoming... I can bottom for you too."

I blushed. "You've had experience with this, too?" I asked.

He nodded, looking me dead in the eye. "Yeah, it's fun as hell. I'm sure
it'll be mindblowing to do it with my own father."

That hit me, deep. But I felt shellshocked by it all. I'd never even done
anal with a woman, and the idea of Riley fucking me was scary as hell.

Riley sensed my heistation. "Sorry if I killed the mood, Dad," he said
contritely.

I felt bad that I wasn't more enthusiastic. "You didn't kill anything,
buddy... it's a lot," I said I sat down on the bed next to him. "Think we
can take our time with this?" I asked.

"Yeah, Dad," Riley said and I could read it all in his gorgeous eyes. Love,
lust, youthful eagerness, a desire to please.

I initiated the kiss. Soft, easy. Riley kissed me back with equal
gentleness. It was amazing, and the mixed emotions we were feeling only
fueled our desire.

I wanted to do this for him. As I pulled back I gave him a wink then
reached down to pick up the enema box. "When you've done this... you've
enjoyed it, right?"

Riley nodded. "Oh yeah. I mean, I like topping more, but it's intense to
bottom... intense in a good way," he added.

I looked back up at him. God, he had such a hopeful expectation on his
face. "Think you can go first tonight?" I offered. "I can try bottoming
tomorrow, but I won't lie, I'm a little scared of it."

"You cherry?" Riley asked, concerned, curious, and clearly turned on by the
idea.

I nodded. "Fraid so. Both ways."

"Yeah, I'll let you fuck me tonight... and tomorrow if you feel up to
it..." More of that hope in his voice. He patted my arm. "Come on, Dad,
you're gonna love this. It's incredible fucking a guy."

"At this point if I don't get inside you, I'm gonna get blue balls," I
teased. Trying to add levity to shift he mood between us.

Riley laughed. He took the enemas from my hand. "OK, give me ten minutes."

As Riley went into the bathroom and got ready. I undressed. For all my
doubts, I was hard as a rock. The newness of this turned me on, and the
prospect of crossing this ultimate line with my son. I was 48, and this old
dog was learning new tricks.

I heard the shower run as I opened the lube and set aside on the bedside
table. As I picked up the shopping bag, I realized there was something
still in there. I pulled out a small box of condoms.

Riley popped out, dripping wet and naked. God, he was a fucking porn star,
and my heart raced. I held up the rubbers. "Found these," I smirked.

Riley blushed. "I got em just in case... but honest, Dad, I was hoping you
wouldn't want to use them."

I looked at the box a second then set it aside. "I might not last long in
you without one," I warned. I was starting to get real turned on sexually.

Riley grinned as he got into bed with me. "That's OK... I'm not that
skilled of a bottom. A quick one is good."

Our mouths connected, and it was an urgent, sexual kind of kiss. Riley's
hands running along my chest, mine along his back and smooth ass. My heart
pounded as he rolled onto his back and pulled me with him, guiding my older
dad body onto of his younger frame.

"You sure you wanna do this, buddy?" I asked.

"Stop overthinking, Dad," Riley said, reaching between us to grip my hard
paternal dick. "You want this."

I bit my lip and reflected a sec. "Yeah, yeah I do." Then I looked down,
emotionally open. "so... how do I...?"

I expected Riley to mock me. Or tease me at least. Instead, he gave me a
reassuring look. "Take some of the lube and finger me with it. Use a
lot..." I did as instructed and I think I gasped harder than he did when my
finger touched his bare pucker and pressed in.

"Oh fuck," I grunted.

Riley nodded. "I'll be tight, so you just gotta work me a little till you
can add another finger. When you have three in, you're good to go."

I did as instructed. I didn't rush it, in part because I didn't want to
hurt my son, in part because I wanted to savor this.

"More lube," he asked at some point, and the slickness worked
wonderes. Riley's tight hole grew more elastic and I was able to push a
third finger in and even twist around inside him.

"Maybe we can explore the foreplay more this week," he mused. "But I'm too
turned on tonight."

"Me too, Riley," I grunted in reply. I couldn't believe I was about to have
anal sex for the first time. With my own son, no less.

"All right," he urged. Then reading the doubt in my face, he added. "Don't
just shove it in, Dad, but you'll need to use a little pressure at first to
get past the ring. Don't worry about me, I'll let you know if it's too
much."

I nodded and did my best to follow his instructions. I was glad of his
experience in this. Maybe it wasn't a lot but it was more than mine. And
when he winced as I breached his hole, he quickly gave me a reassuring
nod. Then the OK to go further.

"You good?" I asked him. I was rock hard and buried about two inches inside
his hole.

Riley nodded. "Oh yeah. Slide it in me, Dad. Go slow, but you're past the
tight part... so you're good... Oh fuck yes... I can feel your cock inside
me, Dad.... I'm getting fucked by my father."

Up till now, the vibe between us had felt playfully naughty, but I knew
then how much Riley fantasized about this moment. I knew the taboo was
going to tap into some deep part of my soul. "And I'm fucking my own son,"
I gasped as I bottomed out, balls pressing against his toned wrestler
ass. "You're so... fricking... tight Riley..."

Riley nodded. Urgent in his need. "I know you're real worked up,
Dad.... you don't have to hold back... fuck me..."

I did. I pulled my hips back and steadily powered back in. And again. "Oh
fuck!" I cried.

Riley gripped my hips. His legs were pulled back and wrapped around my
waist. Receptive, open for me. My strokes went faster and harder,
particularly as I knew Riley could take them. "Seriously, son... I'm not
gonna last long..." I warned.

"Go for it, Dad. Get off in my hole. I wanna see you do it."

Those words excited me and I just started fucking wildly. The orgasm
started in my nuts but traveled up around my whole body. I never came so
hard, an orgasm that seemed to last a minute.

"Breed me, Dad!" Riley gasped as he watched.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed as I felt the first jet of cum finally spurt out of my
cock and into my son. Then another. I lost count, but there were at least
six heavy spurts.

I was still in the daze of my cum as Riley squirted some lube on his rock
hard spike and started flogging it. His young body tensed and his face
turned red and he let out a loud cry. "Unggh!!" he said as his dick fired
an impressive load over his ripped abs and lean chest.

Once he was done cumming, a big smile spread across his face, and I found
one on mine too. "Guess I should pull out buddy."" I wasn't eager for more
fucking, but I was still hard inside him. I'd never felt an erection so
insistent after cumming before.

"Yeah, for a bit at least," he urged.

I kissed him, pulling his cum-slick body against mine and enjoying the
bleachy scene of my own son's semen in my nostrils. We made out, then after
a bit we decided to cool off. We didn't really talk, we just enjoyed the
intimacy and proximity, even as we watched some TV. At some point Riley
scooted closer to me and started massaging my chest... then my
stomach... then reaching down to grip the erection that had come back after
softening.

"You got a great cock, Dad," he said. "So thick..."

I was pretty well matched in size and shape to Riley's genitals but I did
have a little extra girth. "You took it really well," I said. "Is it always
that easy?"

He shrugged. "No. I mean, sometimes it's hard going in. But some guys get
really good at taking it. My buddy Mike is really easy to fuck..." Mike
Hanson was also on the wrestling team and unlike Riley ahd a shorter,
meatier build. It was wild to think of the senior jock bending over for
anyone, and my dick twitched in Riley's grip.

My son laughed. "You into Mike, Dad?"

"Mike's a hot dude," I admitted. "But mostly it's the idea of you two doing
it... I don't know... maybe I regret I didn't explore things a little more
when I was young."

"You're exploring them now," Riley said thoughtfully. Then, with a
playfulness, he cupped my hairy balls and asked. "Up for another fuck?"

I nodded, surprised I was ready for another one in the same night.

Riley scooted to the other side of the bed and stretched out face down on
his belly. His fine round ass was sticking straight up and that was all the
invitation I needed. I lubed up my dick, pretty good, though I figured
Riley's hole was probably still greased up from before.

I was so excited as I climbed on his young stud body. "I'll probably last
longer this go around... but let me know if gets too much."

Riley nodded and I nudged my hard prick past the softened pucker and the
cum still inside him. And I slid back home.

Nothing beats the excitement of the first time you fuck your son, but in
every other way this one was even better. I felt like I could make love to
my son instead of just treat his ass as a release. I varied my pace and
rhythm and angle of penetration. I found what worked for Riley and what
worked a little too much. I found the special spot inside him. And when I
sensed my son was getting real worked up and closer to orgasm, I held his
wrists and started working my dick over that spot, over and over.

"Fuck yes!" Riley hissed. His body writhing and his ass bucking as I fucked
the cum right out of him, onto the bedsheets. His spasming hole milked a
second load from me within seconds, and I collapsed on to his back. Sure,
it was the sex endorphins speaking, but I felt happy and complete at that
moment.

We finally got out of bed. Riley rinsed off, while I tried to sop off some
of the semen out of the sheets with a washcloth. I'd take the wet spot - it
was the least I could do after Riley put out for me. I took a quick shower
after him and came back to find him in a quiet, dreamy mood.

"That was amazing son," I said as I got under the covers next to him.

He didn't say anything, but I knew what he was thinking. He was hoping I
was going to return the favor the next night. He was too polite to insist
on it, and I was still nervous about losing my anal virginity. But I looked
at him, my wonderful, surprisingly mature son, and I knew I'd do that for
him. And maybe do it for me, too.

"Ready for some sleep, buddy?" I asked. "We have a long day tomorrow."
There was the drive to the Philly burbs for an 11:00 Villanova tour.

"You bet, Dad." Our lips pressed softly and then my son twisted his hunky
body over and turned off the bedside light.

And in the dark, I couldn't help it. "I love you, buddy," I said.

"Love you, too, Dad."