Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2017 12:55:47 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Horny Dad Tales: Marrying Up

Marrying Up
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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Horny Dad Tales #27

Marrying Up



It's Labor Day, the wedding's a month away, and my fiancee Emily decided to
spend the long weekend doing some intensive planning with her mother.  I
was dreading it in a major way. Thankfully, her father, Mr. Morgan, called
me out of the blue a week ago.

"Brian," he greeted, "It's Ed." My future father in law insists I call him
by his first name. He's an easy guy to get along with, and I'm starting to
get used to being on a first name basis with him. "Got anything going on
this next weekend? I'm heading up to the mountain cabin Thursday night and
wanted to see if you wanted to come along. We can get in some golf if the
weather's good."

Edward's a little obsessed with golf, but that's OK by me. I've taken up
playing pretty regularly and always enjoyed the opportunity to play,
particularly if Edward was picking up the tab.

"I'd love to Ed, but Emily's already has a list of a hundred things I gotta
do before the wedding."

He chuckled. "Don't worry about that, I'll have Nancy talk to her, and calm
her down. We figured you could use a break from all the insanity."

"Sounds awesome, sir," I said.

"You work next Friday?"

"I'm taking it off."

"Fine. I'll drive. I can come by and pick you up at your office around 5
Thursday? We can load up your bags beforehand. Hopefully we can beat the
traffic"

"Make it 4," I said.

So it's Thursday after work, and I'm standing on the curb of the office
park dressed in my business casual clothes and a gym bag slung over my
shoulder. At last the familiar Morgan Lexus pulled up and I tossed my shit
in the trunk.

"Hey there, young man," Ed smiles as he gently slaps my back as I crawl
into the passenger seat. Mr. Morgan is dressed in a suit, but he loosens
his tie as he opens the sunroof and lowers the windows. It's warm for
September, even in Virginia, but I figure we'll soon be crawling up into
the cool mountain air and anyway, the breeze from the backroads feels
fantastic. Ed pushes a button and leaned back in his seat, relaxing into a
good driving position. His legs are spread and I have to say, even with his
suit, you can tell the man has excellent, muscled thighs.

Then it hits me. Full on, like an eighteen-wheeler smashing into a brick
wall. This man, Emily's father, is one good looking specimen. I mean, I've
noticed before, but always in a removed, abstract sort of way. This is
different, I feel myself get excited looking at this man sitting next to
me. All the times I'd messed around with my buds, I'd never even paid
attention to any man older than me. Yet here I am examining the five
o'clock shadow clinging to Ed's face; like his temples it's dark in
complexion but speckled with silver. My crotch swells as I imagine running
my dickhead along the rough surface of his lips and chin. Shit, I don't
know what I'm thinking having these thoughts, here and now, but they're
flooding over me as we talk. They only grow as Ed turns to me from time to
time, punctuating a point by a flash of his hazel eyes.

I do my best to suppress these forbidden thoughts and keep up the
conversation.

********

It was almost two years ago when I met Emily, and since then my life has
changed so much, so much for the better. I was just a senior finishing up
my studies in Boston. No place great, just the sort of private business
college school that could get you connections and a job but not so hard
that you had to do much work. That's the way I liked it, I guess, cause I'm
a bit of the dumb jock at heart. Not that I was really stupid, more that my
needs were pretty simple - sports, sex, beer and hanging with my
buds. Studying wasn't one of them.

I played varsity football, running back, but given our penny-ante league,
"varsity" was pretty amateur. Still, it kept my 6'1" frame in great shape,
even if I was starting to get a little extra padding on my 200 lb. frame by
my senior year. Besides, it was great having a brotherhood of close friends
from the team. Most of my teammates were sexhounds like me and we spent
every other night trawling the bars looking for some chick to take
home... or when that failed we'd even help each other out. It was great
that we could get our rocks off with each other without all the hangups
you'd expect. Maybe that's what made it more intense.

I swore Emily was gonna be another one night stand. She came on to me at an
off-campus party, her hands massaging my beefy chest through my team T, and
her nails doing a number on my nips that was making me all stiff in my
cargo shorts. She told me she had a weakness for blonde, blue-eyed jocks
like me. Within twenty minutes we were making out in the middle of the
party. Within forty, we were back in my room and writhing naked on my twin
bed.

She moaned approvingly when she first saw my exposed cock. That surprised
me. See, I'm pretty big. No, scratch that. I'm hung like a bull, with a
thick 10 incher that swells up real nice when I got the horns, which was
just about all the time, and a pair of lime-sized nuts that dangled
beneath. That's where I got my nickname, Torp, short for Torpedo. Most
people thought it was from my performance on the football field, but that's
not why my teammates called me that. It was my massive dick; they always
joked that my weapon could do some serious damage.

While every egotistical twenty-one-year-old jock cares about his bragging
rights, my experience is that most women don't really care for them big. A
lot of my conquests probably never relaxed into their fuck they were too
busy trying to breathe deep and accommodate me. But Emily seemed to take to
me from the start. That first night, she rode me like a bull and drained
three successive loads from my jock balls. As I ushered her out the door
the next morning, I told her I'd give her a call and thought Yeah,
right. Only the following night I got boned thinking about how great she
was in bed. Before I knew it the phone was in my hand.

Pretty soon we were dating. Funny how a relationship can sneak up on
you. What's more, it wasn't merely convenience or sex, I was falling head
over heels for her. Something about her girl-next-door innocence turned me
on, but so too did her obvious intelligence. And unlike some of the trashy
girls at our college, there was definitely something classy about
Emily. Auburn hair, tall and confident, she had my heart sinking every time
she walked up to me on campus.


********

It was the week before I asked Emily to move in with me in our own
apartment that I knocked on my best friend Joe Sheehan's dorm room
door. Joe was a little sore that I hadn't been spending all that much time
with him and the guys, but he was never one to hold a grudge and I'm sure
he understood that it wasn't about him, it was about me being blindsided by
something I never thought I'd want, a committed relationship. In case he
didn't I had to show him.

"Come in," Joe called out, and when I entered I saw the burly baseball
jock, clad only in a tight white T-shirt and a loose pair of boxers,
hunkered over a chemistry textbook.

"Hey Torp," he grinned as he looked up and saw me. "What's up, bud?"

I walked up to my friend and gripped the back of his head and shoved it
straight into my crotch roughly. I was already hard, and I guess Joe got
the hint cause he started gnawing at my oversized fuckstick through the
flimsy shorts I had on. I gripped the guy's hair and rubbed his face
against my nylon-clad cock.

"Aw, that feels great, bud. Yeah, eat that fucker, get it ready for your
mouth."

It's funny, cause in all our years at college, we never laid out any ground
rules for our fucking around, but when it came to getting it on, it was
always the guys servicing my dick, not the other way around. Like it was
understood that my size meant I was the big guy, the alpha male in the
bunch. No one ever said as much, but then again, I was never the one
sucking dick or getting fucked.

I dropped trou and Joe gasped as my cockhead penetrated his mouth. Then the
sound of stuffed jock mouth filled the room as I pistoned in and out. I was
horned up bad. I'd screwed Emily the night before, but at my age I could
bust a nut several times a day and often did. Joe's mouth was the perfect
tight, wet receptacle for my fuck attack. I pile-drived my cock in and out,
while Joe tried to grab ahold of my thrusting asscheeks for balance.

"Fuck!" I growled as I unloaded my salty sap into my best friend's gullet.

When I pulled out and we both came back down to earth, I patted him on the
shoulder and thanked him for the fantastic blowjobs but told him that would
be our last, as I was going to proposed to Emily. He congratulated me with
a tight hug and a pat on the back as his own cock rubbed against my side
and leaked forth its own remnants of his seed.


********

"Brian, meet my parents, Edward and Nancy Morgan. Mom and Dad, this is
Brian Henley."

I was nervous about this "meet the parents" visit. Emily's family was from
the DC area, so it was a good year into our relationship when we went down
to see them. Our discussions had turned serious lately, about whether and
when we might get married, what we were going to do after graduation. Emily
wanted to move down to Northern Virginia to be near her family. I wasn't
sure, but I had to admit I had less attachment to Boston and my
parents. This visit would mean a lot. As an only child, Emily's parents
meant the world to her, and I wanted to be accepted.

Fortunately, her mother and father were both great. Nancy was a
professional woman, a lawyer, but she had a Southern charm that gave her a
warm, friendly grace. And in her mid-40s she looked pretty great, I
couldn't help but notice. I don't mean that in a lecherous way, just that I
find it appealing when people take care of themselves as they get
older. Edward Morgan was pretty well preserved himself. He was a couple of
inches taller than me, probably 6'3" though he probably weighed just shy of
what I did. In other words, he kept a pretty great physique for anyone, 45
or not. He was the quintessential handsome businessman, tanned and
well-groomed, with strong, defined features and streaks of gray branding
his temples. And he had a twinkle in his eye and a friendly nature that
kept me at ease. We instantly hit it off.

Which made my mission easier. See, I'm a bit of a traditional guy in some
things. I felt it was right to ask Emily's dad for permission to
propose. So after dinner, while Emily and her mom were talking in the
kitchen over coffee, Edward and I sat out on the porch, watching the sun
set. He poured us two scotches and offered me a cigar. Premium shit. We sat
there enjoying our drink and smoke and shooting the shit, relaxing. Finally
I got around to broaching the subject.

"Brian, I appreciate your asking, but you don't need my permission. I trust
Emily to make her own decisions. For what it's worth though, I can't
imagine a finer man for her to marry, if that's what she wants."

He clinked his glass against mine in a silent toast.

"Thanks, sir." I muttered before taking a drink.

"It's Edward, Brian," Emily's father laughed. "You can call me Ed."

Afterward, Edward asked me about my plans after college. Since I was an
accounting major I told him I would look at the major firms for an
entry-level position. By the time we joined the women, it was decided
Edward would use his influence as a Senior VP in his company to get me a
position there, if I wanted it.

"Sure, Ed," I said gratefully. "I'd appreciate any help or advice you could
give."

Things seemed to happen quickly after that. Graduation, moving to Virginia,
starting my new job, wedding plans. Not only did Mr. Morgan pull his
strings to get me a job, but it turned out he owned a rental property that
Emily and I were able to live in rent-free to save up money. I don't think
I'd realized at first how loaded Emily's family was. Not that it really
mattered, but it was a nice bonus I had to admit.


********

When Mr. Morgan said "cabin," what I didn't realize is that their mountain
place is practically a mansion. Tasteful and rustic, sure, but big with
climate control and all the modern conveniences. There's cathedral ceiling,
a giant window overlooking the lake, and a big screen TV on the adjoining
wall. The house is secluded with just a couple of others were around, but
those are few and far between. The solitude is amazing.

I take in the amazing view, feeling the stress leaving my body. Yeah, a
long weekend up here is just what the doctor ordered.

Edward sets down his bag and undoes his tie. "We have about an hour of
daylight. I'm going to get a run in, if you don't mind. We can grill up
some burgers after."

"All right," I say. "Though I probably should be joining you. I've put on a
few pounds lately."

Mr. Morgan is a runner who likes to keep in shape even when he isn't
training for a marathon or half-marathon. I'm not up to his distance, even
as a physically fit ex-jock, but we often talk about our jogging regimen.

"You look fine, Brian," he chuckles. "But if you want to join me, I can use
the company."

"Yeah," I agree. Thankfully I packed my running shoes.

The exercise feels good, and it feels surprisingly like jogging with one of
my college buddies instead of my fiancee's father. It's great to shoot the
shit with another guy. I mean, I've only been down in the DC area for a few
months, and still don't know many folks outside of the office. Hanging out
with my soon-to-be father-in-law is the male bonding I didn't realize I was
missing.

It's a late Summer day, warm even in the mountains, and I'm getting hot, so
I take off my shirt to reveal my sweaty, smooth chest. A quarter-mile
later, Edward does the same. And I have to say his torso looks great. He
has less bulk than me, but a hard-muscled shield that stretch its sinews
down from shoulder to the shorts resting on his hips. I have a gay buddy,
Jeff, who once called some guy a DILF, and that's all I can think of
looking at Ed. The waves of chest and ab muscles rippled like a Greek
statue's, only they were fuller, no longer the hyper-cut, lithe body of
twenty-year old but rather the seasoned build of a man whose body and
metabolism have changed. On top of it all a thick layer of dark hair flecks
with silver specks, interrupted only by two large, succulent man-nipples. I
size him up and admire that any man in his forties could be that in shape
and look that astonishing. Yeah, maybe it's something more, but I try not
to think of that.

When we stop, a little out of breath, our eyes lock. I'd never noticed them
before, clear hazel eyes that latch onto my gaze just momentarily.

He breaks the spell. "If you wanna hit the shower first, feel free," he
says as we enter back into the cabin. "I'll fire up some burgers on the
grill."

"All right," I reply. Then I surprise even myself by kicking off my running
shoes and hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts. Before either of
us have a chance to say anything or react, I'm nude in front of Edward
Morgan, my genitals swaying proudly between my legs. It's like I'm driven
to show my future father-in-law my endowment, to show how much a man was
marrying his daughter. Call it fucked up, but at this moment, I have this
unstoppable inner desire to prove myself, to show off.

Ed's face shows a mixture of surprise and admiration. He quickly, not too
secretly, sizes up my powerful jock body from head to foot, but otherwise
doesn't miss a beat. "Towels are in the shelf to you right. Hot water takes
a little while to run."

"Thanks, I won't be long," I promise, heading into the bathroom.

When I'm almost done, I hear Ed's voice on the other side of the
shower. "Leave the water on." When I step out, I'm surprised to see Ed nude
and waiting. I've seen his torso earlier, but the whole body exposed is a
fine sight. Whereas I strutted, Ed ia comfortable in his skin. His cock is
nowhere as big as mine, but he seems equally proud of his equipment.

He gives me a paternal pat on the back as he squeezes by. By the time I
dress I have to say I'm a little chubbed.


********

Dinner's great, but the shots of bourbon we chase with our beers are even
better. It's awesome to have this bonding time with Mr. Morgan. We talk
sports, business, politics, marriage, basically everything.

I keep thinking about earlier, the way we've seen each other naked. It's
like me with my buddies but I'm entertaining the idea that it might be
something more. But I see nothing in Ed's expression now out of the
ordinary. Just future father-in-law talking to his future son-in-law.

Besides, the run and the booze catch up with us, and pretty soon we're
heading to bed. Edward wants to hit the links bright and early tomorrow and
the nearest course is a thirty minute drive.

********

Good thing I have the power of a twenty-four year old driving the ball,
usually straight down the fairway, because the rest of my golf game
sucks. I'm trying to learn from Ed and he patiently gives me advise. One of
these days I'll beat him, but no time soon.

We have a couple of beers at the club, with another burger dinner, and head
back to the lake house.

"You know what would hit the spot?" Mr. Morgan asks as he pulling the Lexus
into the long winding driveway.

"What?" I ask, feeling relaxed as hell.

"Firing up the hot tub. The air's starting to cool up here." Indeed, it's
about ten degrees cooler than yesterday.

"Fuck yeah," I say. Normally I don't curse around Mr. Morgan, but like I
say I'm feeling pretty relaxed now.

It makes him chuckle, too.

Ed showers off and I do, too. I put on my swim trunks and when I get down
to the deck I see Ed has his on, too. Only after ten minutes or so in the
tub, he says in a casual offhand way. "I like these better in my birthday
suit. It's just us men here. You mind?"

I nod no and watch as he shimmies out of his trunks and pulls them up out
of the water, plopping them on the deck next to the tub. "There. Much
better." He relaxes into bubbles, shutting his eyes briefly before cracking
them open again. "Feel free, Brian. I swear you'll be glad."

I'm nervous, I mean, my father-and-law-to-be are on good terms but not that
close. But I figure what the hell. My trunks land next to his and I ease
back into the jets. He's right, it feels awesome.

"Thanks for inviting me up here, Ed. This place is pretty great."

"Any time. You and Em will be spending a lot of time up here, I'm sure once
you're married. Besides, I figured you could use a break from all the
wedding planning."

"And how," I say. "If I have to see another invitation or catering menu..."

"Ha. I love the women in my life dearly but sometimes I need a little guy
time. You know?"

I nod in agreement. Despite the age difference and despite the fact he's my
in-law, it's relaxed, like hanging out with my fraternity brothers or
workmates. It's a nice realization.

That is, until I feel his leg brush against mine. It'd be fine only the
contact makes me bone up. I've tried not to think of Ed that way, but the
close proximity and the setting and the nudity is making me think of him
that way. I can see his built chest, the hair trimmed but covering the
expanse of his hard muscle and thickening down toward the abs.

It's the worst time to be having these thoughts but I can't help it. Not
while knowing Mr. Morgan's nude underneath the bubbles. And not while
seeing these quiet stares he's giving me during lulls in our
conversation. I find myself staring back, equally intense and quiet,
meeting his challenge with my own gaze. Feeding off the sexual energy
centered in my throbbing erection beneath the water. I just hope I can will
myself softer before I have to get out.

He closes his eyes again, savoring the warmth of the water and letting me
inspect his body more closely. He's a white collar dude, an executive at an
risk-management company. But his muscle is real lean, and manly. Fuck.

"I'm gonna prune up," he whispers and turns his body around, hoisting
himself up. I think he's getting out of the tub, but instead he props his
upper body along the edge, keeping his legs in the tub but facing away from
me.

God, his back is as trim and strong as his front. He's had his back shaved
or waxed, I can tell, but the fur has sprouted back. Best of all is his ass
- round, perfectly shaped, powerful.

It's like he's on display for me. I mean, no guy gets out of a hot tub like
that, right? But I can't be sure. I can only stare, erect as I've ever
been, staring at my dad-in-law's ass. I fooled around with some of the guys
in my fraternity and yes I've fucked ass a few times. That was carefree
fun, this is something more primal, more off-the-hook sexual. Taboo as
fuck.

We're like that for a few minutes. Me too chicken to do anything but
wanting to badly. Until I finally announce that I'm gonna prune up, too and
lift my self to a seated position. My boner stands up obscenely but I have
to take a chance. Edward isn't looking back, he just mumbles an
acknowledgment as I nudge his leg with my right foot. He spreads his legs a
little. An unmistakeable sign.

My heard pounding, I stand up in the tub. I don't have to move forward
eight inches before I'm making contact with Edward's body. Legs against
legs, my hover cock hovering a little above his proffered ass. He shuffles
a little, bucking up against me, communicating unmistakeable desire.

I bend down a little and nestle my dick against his crack. That gets a deep
moan out of the man. Fuck, this is gonna happen.

I nudge my prick down so the head is against his hole. It's snug and damp
from the water and feels wonderful. I take in the sensation but soon Ed is
back himself against me, applying pressure until my cock pops inside
him. I'm taken by surprise but not nearly as much as when I watch him buck
his ass back against my dick. Hustling himself all the way down, silently
but hornily. Eager to get himself fucked.

I grip his trim waist, grappling on eagerly. I steady myself and him and
use my hips to control the fucking motion. I'm concerned the dry fuck would
be too hard on him, but I realize he's lubed himself up already with
something greasy. Pretty soon my cock is a well-oiled piston plunging and
out of his tight dad hole.

It's hot and so nasty. Me boning my father in law like this, without even
exchanging words. Just him bending over for me. I can't hold back, I start
coming. A long, loud cum as I let loose a good few days' load inside the
man.

He's close behind and I can sense him flag his cock furiously trying to cum
while I'm still unloading in him. Sure enough, he starts choking back loud
grunts as ropes of semen start flying out onto the deck.

I'm slowing down my thrust to a standstill and before I pull out I can't
help it, I lean forward and give the back of his neck a kiss.

When my spent cock plops free, Ed bounds up out of the tub, and I watch as
my burly father in law picks up the hose and washes my cum out of his ass
crack, like it's the most natural thing in the world to do. He slips on his
flip flops and walks back into the house.

I think uh-oh, here comes the weird part of the evening. The reckoning. I'm
spent of energy and a little light headed from the booze and the hot tub
and the fucking and I sit back into the water and catch my breath.

Only the screen door opens again and Ed walks out, still nude as the news,
his hardon shrunken to a respectable length of soft floppy penis swaying
along with his heavy ball sac. In his hand are two fresh beers. He hands me
one as he kicks off his flip flops and steps back into the tub.

"Here you go, Brian. You deserve it after that performance."

I blush but return a cocky grin, a little proud of the intense fuck I just
threw the man.

"Not your first time doing that, I take it?" Edward asks.

"No sir," I take a sip of beer. It's probably the best tasting beer I've
ever had.

"I could tell. Not my first time either, but you probably figured that
out."

I laugh. "I thought maybe you'd had some experience."

Ed smiles and enjoys his beer, too, before getting a serious look. "I know
I'm not in much a position to ask, but... is there anything I should know
about? You know, pertaining to you and Em?"

"No, Em and I are great. I'm straight, well bi," I answer. "I thought my
college experiments were behind meÉ"

"Guess I never outgrew mine," Ed says thoughtfully.

I can tell he feels guilty as hell, and truth be told I'm feeling some
major guilt as well. But I know if my dad-in-law offers himself to me
again, I'm gonna bone him again. And the very thought makes my dick firm up
once more in the water.

He must sense something in the way I'm looking at him, because he
practically growls. "Jesus, Brian, are you getting hard again already?"

"Yeah, Edward," I nod affirmatively, taking a long draw on my beer. It's
cheeky to call him by his full first name.

Ed shakes his head in disbelief. "It'll take me a little while to recover."

"I got nowhere to go," I say.

Ed laughs. "Figures I'd get a horndog for a son-in-law." He clinks my
bottle with his in a toast. "To long weekends."

"To long weekends," I say, running my feet along his hairy calves, enjoying
the feel of my erection sticking up in the warm water. Enjoying even more
Mr. Morgan's eyes on it, as he shakes his head incredulously. Like he's
surprised that I'm hung as big as I am. Or that I'm still erect.

We sit and drink our beers and settle back into the guy talk we had last
night. We talk about the Nationals season and trying to fit in a game in
September. We talk about golfing again tomorrow. "I'm getting you some
lessons for your birthday," Ed says. "There's a golf pro at my club who can
get your swing into shape."

"That's be incredible, sir," I said, the deference come back
automatically. "I don't know if I should admit this, but it's my goal to
beat you one of these days."

The man laughed and shook his head. "Not happening, Mr. Henley. Not before
I'm 70." When it came to golf this humble man was downright cocky, but he
had a reason to be. His game was really fucking good.

"Maybe not," I admit, "But I gotta try."

I could see the approval in his sparkling eyes. He liked my moxie. "How's
the job coming?" I was working for one of Ed's good buddies. It was a step
up from a starter position and not the most exciting work, but I'd been
doing my best to step into the role and make myself noticed.

"It's been great, sir. I'm learning a lot."

"Yeah, Pete says you're one go-getter." He reaches over and pulls closer
the bottle of bourbon he set out earlier, with two shot glasses. He plops
the cork out and pours us both one. We lift our glasses and clink.

"What do you say about putting your nose to the grind stone for Pete for
another year and I'll get you a junior exec job at Pierson?" he asks,
referring to his company.

"Wow. I appreciate all you've done for me, sir," I say, truthfully. We
pound back the spirit, feeling the burn in our throats.

"A young man who knows how to work hard and play hard," Mr. Morgan says. "I
like that."

I'm feeling an inner glow now, and I find myself giving my dad-in-law a
goofy grin.

"Stand up," he asks, real quiet.

"Sir?" I don't quite hear him.

"Stand up, Brian. I want to see you."

I do, feeling my oats as his eyes rake over my ex-football jock build. My
cock had softened but now it plumps out with his gaze on it.

"Fuck you're big," he says and scoots forward. Now he starts licking the
length, teasing the head with his tongue before suckling it in his
mouth. My prick responds by firming up rapidly, growing longer and larger.

"It's how I got the nickname Torp," I said, hands on my hips as Edward
fellated me. "For torpedo."

Soon Mr. Morgan is struggling to suck it. He spits it out and groans as he
nestles his face against it. It's weird to see this experienced, powerful
man worship my genitals like this. And one hell of a turn on.

"I want it, Bri," he hisses. "Want you to fuck me again."

"In your bed," I breathe, eager to screw Em's dad in his own bedroom.

We step out of the tub and dry off, our boners rigid in the night air. I
practically hump him as he stops to open the patio door, and he can feel my
giant tool against his back.

"Damn, I must be insane," he whispers, I'm not sure if in reference to my
cock size or the fact of fooling around with his son and law. Lustily, I
wrap my arms around and rub his torso and give his neck a kiss, eliciting a
deep groan.

We stumble inside and make our way to his bedroom. Our heart pound as we
stand across from one another, facing each other in an intense sexual
stare.

"I want to fuck you in every room in this house," I say, the horny thought
passing straight from my mind to my mouth.

We step forward and I know nothing's going to stop us. Our faces near, and
turn slightly and now I'm kissing my dad-in-law full on the lips. Romantic,
lusty, taboo-crossing, the whole works. It's like pyrotechnics as our
tongues meet and caress one another. I push him back to the bed and topple
on top of him.

He's lubed from before and if possible there's even less foreplay this
time. I enter Ed and slowly fuck him, my eyes meeting his hungry gaze the
whole time.

"Oh fuck, Bri, son. That's it boy. Fuck me."

"Aw yeah, Daddy," I test the waters of this new taboo, and I see the man's
nostrils flare. He's into the idea, too. As much as I am, maybe more. The
knowledge makes me thrust in harder into his bare ass, feeling the lube and
the tightness and my last load packed up deep in the man's bowels. I
continue. "No one else calls you Edward, to they Daddy?"

He nods, urging me on, physically and mentally. "No, son. Just you."

That makes my chest well and the power push through my glutes. My cock
drives harder now, but Mr. Morgan takes it like a trooper. Now holding on
to my big arms to steady himself.

"Fuck me, boy. Fuck Daddy with that horse cock of yours."

I bury my face in the crook of his neck and really go to town. Our second
fuck tonight and somehow it's even more intense than the first. I hear Ed
whimper beneath me. "Oh that's it, son. Oh Bri! Bri! You're gonna make me
come. Oh Jesus!" Ed growls and I feel his warm seed spurt between his DILF
trim body and my more muscular one. The feeling gets me there too, and I
shoot a load into his hole, my swimmers joining their brothers in there
already.

"Damn," I hiss finally leaning up and catching my breath. My cock's still
buried in Ed, and doesn't seem eager for me to pull out. I lean down and we
kiss once more, slower this time.

I know what we're both thinking. That this is going to continue, despite
our best efforts of willpower. We're both in over our heads, me marrying
his daughter, Edward trying to be a good dad. But we don't say anything,
not now. He just caresses my arms and shoulders and I give small pulsing
thrusts of my cock inside my dad-in-law's snug welcoming ass.

"I'm sleeping in here tonight, with you," I finally say. The right thing is
to go to my room and for us to pretend tonight didn't happen. But I'm not
in the mood to do the right thing.

Neither is Ed. "Yeah, Torp." His hairy body snuggles up to mine, and our
lips meet once more.