Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2017 19:17:35 -0500 From: Stevie D Subject: Wishing it Was Dad 2 When I got home that night, I had to jerk out two more loads before I could finally go to sleep. All I could think about was Mr. Wells' magnificent body and his cock sliding in and out of my ass. I realized that I hadn't even gotten his number and resigned myself to it being a one-time thing while his family was away. The next day, it was back to the grind; early morning lacrosse practice, lifting at my dad's gym with Tim, and then work. Practice was unusually brutal for the rest of the week as there had been a heat wave with unrelenting humidity. And, if I am being totally honest, I was mildly disappointed that Mr. Wells didn't meet me at work that week since that was the only place I thought he knew to find me. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! I woke up easily because it was Friday, my favorite day of the summer. I didn't work on Fridays and since we had extra conditioning at practice on Fridays, I also didn't lift. It usually turned into a relaxing day by the pool with friends. That Friday was the hottest day of the heat wave, and with the humidity hanging in the hair like a hot blanket it hadn't broken at all for days. Practice was brutal, and the after practice conditioning drills were even worse. More than one of my teammates puked up his breakfast as we ran sprints, backpedals, slides, and ladders. By the end of the practice no one was wearing his shirt, including Coach Palmer. Coach Palmer was of the mindset that he shouldn't ask his players to do anything that he wouldn't do. He almost always joined in our conditioning drills and lifted with the football players, like most of my teammates did. This obviously, kept him in phenomenal shape into his mid 30's. What set Coach Palmer apart from the 20 dripping wet chiseled teenagers was the man's shredded, more muscular and his neatly trimmed chest hair. As practice ended I couldn't take my eyes off the studly lacrosse coach as he drank water from the coolers and chatted with his players. He was an affable man with the notable exception that he ran practices with the strictness and intensity that would cause a casual observer to do a double take. But, he had been instrumental in both my development into a top tier college prospect and in my recruiting and as a result we had grown close. I quickly popped a boner; thankfully, my compression shorts stopped me from bulging out of control in my lacrosse shorts. Slowly my teammates made their way back to the school to grab their things from the locker room. "Hey Van, get over here and help me carry in the water!" hollered Coach Palmer from across the field. I tucked my discarded, drenched shirt into the waistband of my shorts and hustled over to where Coach Palmer was standing, the rest of the players had deserted the field to change inside. Coach Palmer stood about 5'11 and his stale gray eyes bore into my as I approached him. I was still afflicted with a rock hard cock begging to be let free, but I tried my best to act nonchalant. "Looks like everyone ditch you, Coach." I joked as he each grabbed a handle of the 10-gallon Gatorade water cooler. "Everyone wants to goof around after practice until it's time to clean up." Replied Coach Palmer with a grin. On the way over the embankment, which separated the practice baseball field from the practice football and lacrosse field, we chatted about the coming school year and a little about my ongoing recruitment. As we passed the baseball field, some of the football players were making their way passed us to the now vacated field for practice. "Van!" I heard my buddy Corey yell as he was jogging by us. "Don't worry, kid, I got it from here." Said Coach Palmer and as he grabbed the other handle from me, our hands brushed against each other's. My cock jumped and oozed precum into it's tightly confined space. "Sup, Corey?" I asked as I turned to face him. "You going to Stacy's party tonight?" "Of course, bro. Who doesn't go to those?" "Yeah, true. I'll be over after practice, cool?" "You know it." I turned back to head towards the school. When I got into the locker room there were only a few people still in there and my cock was still throbbing, so I grabbed my stuff from my locker and headed out to my car. When I got home, I quickly changed into my swim trunks. My cock was still throbbing as I jumped into the pool; the cool water felt great after the grueling conditioning work and help ease my erection. After floating for a bit on one of the rafts, I hauled myself out of the pool onto the warm concrete and over to one of the chaise lounges that flanked the shallow end. There, I dozed off in the sun. I woke up to the buzzing of my iPhone on the table next to me. It was my sister's husband. He had called to see if anyone was at home since he took the afternoon off after golfing with clients, he was going to swing by and pick up a piece of furniture that my parents had been saving for my sister and him. There was also a text from Corey, `Gotta cut the grass be over after'. A little while later, Dave, my brother in law came sauntering through the front door. I was in the kitchen making myself a sandwich still barefoot and clad in my swim trunks when he stuck his head in. "Hey Van, what's going on buddy?" Greg Russo, my sister's husband, asked. "Not much Greg, just relaxing before a party tonight. Last days of summer, gotta enjoy it!" I replied as we grasped hands and went into a one armed bro-hug. Greg was 28, ten years my senior, two years older than my sister. He had become more like a good friend, almost like a brother to me over the years. He and my sister had dated for years and married the week after she graduated from medical school. He had just been promoted and was one of the youngest junior vice presidents at a hedge fund on Wall Street; he split his time between the DC office and the NYC office. "You mind helping me move the bureau and desk sets? They're solid wood so I can't get them alone." "Yeah, no problem. Dad put them out in the garage for you guys." We walked out to the 2nd garage. My family had a small, attached garage and a larger stand alone one. The pieces of furniture were in the attached garage. Even as we entered the garage, a wave of heat and humidity washed over us; the heat wave was brutal and it was midday. Greg was still in his golf attire; polo shirt with dress slacks. He still wore the sweat stains from being out in the baking sun for hours this morning. His face had a sun-kissed glow. Greg wore his hair cropped short and neatly parted and styled. He was shorter than me at 5'10, but more built though I was getting there. He had gone to Duke on a football scholarship and started at safety for three years. After going undrafted, he decided to put his degree to use instead to grinding on practice teams for years. He kept himself in impeccable shape; he competed every year at The Decathlon, a competition that started for Wall Street professionals and spread to other cities. It tested the athleticism of the participants through the 400m, football throw, pull ups, 40m, dips, 500m row, vertical jump, 20yd shuttle, bench press, 800m. Not only did Greg compete every year, he usually placed in the top 10. Most of the athletes that competed were ex college athletes turned finance studs. He trained year round for the event and took immense pride in his finishes. His competitive drive never let up. "Shit, Van, I forgot how heavy this all was!" breathed Greg after we got the bureau loaded into his rented uHaul truck. "No kidding. I'm drenched from just that!" I replied. As we moved the desk into the truck I couldn't help but stare at Greg's bulging arms straining against the fabric of his polo shirt. The sweat had drenched the portions that were dry by now and it clung to his torso showing off his meaty chest. Finally, we had both the bureau and desk; along with some chairs loaded into the truck and retreated from the heat back into the AC cooled sanctuary of the house. I pulled out two bottles of water from the garage refrigerator on the way inside. "Catch bro!" I tossed one of the bottles to Greg. "Thanks man. Think I sweated out a gallon this morning on the links." He easily caught the bottle one handed and chugged half of it outright. We finished our waters and made some small talk in the kitchen. I finished cleaning up my lunch and then headed back outside to enjoy the pool and hopefully stop sweating. I had still been just clad in my swim trunks and was dripping sweat even as I cleaned up from making lunch. "Hey bud, I think I'm going to join you for a bit by the pool. Jen won't be offer her shift for awhile and I need to cool off." Greg said as he grabbed another bottle of water and followed me outside. "No problem... you know where the extra suits are in the pool house." I replied as I dove into the deep end and swam underwater half the length of the pool, savoring the cool water against my skin. When I came up for air I saw Greg shedding his completely soaked polo shirt with a little bit of difficulty. His powerful build was on full display. His shoulders, arms, and chest bulged with power and mass. Even with the minimal exertion by his standards, they looked engorged and vascular. He had only a light dusting of dark hair around his erect nipples and in the valley between his pectorals as well as his from his waistline to a few inches above his navel on his shredded abs. His skin looked clammy with sweat as he kicked off his shoes. His golf pants came next and then he quickly shucked his socks. Immediately he took three giant steps with his ripped muscular legs and leaped into the pool, clad in only a pair of grey boxer briefs. The boxer briefs hugged his trim waist and muscled legs and ass as he splashed into the water. My cock jumped to attention in my swimsuit in what seemed like a split second. I found myself wishing I had worn a loser cut board short than the smaller slightly tighter pair I had on, it would have been better to hide my throbbing erection. Greg splashed around for a few minutes before hauling his shredded body onto one of the lounge-y rafts floating around and stretched out in the sun. He was obviously enjoying cooling off in the water. I decided I had to finally take care of my erection and got out of the pool and walked around it to go to the pool house to use the bathroom to rub one out quickly. "Looks like you're smuggling sausage in that thing, dude." Greg followed the statement with a chuckle. My face burned red; I had been caught with a throbber in my shorts. I slowly turned to face Greg who was still floating in the pool. He had one eye open, staring at me. A grin broke out over his face at my embarrassment. "Yeah... man... I was just going to, uh, take care of it." I stammered out; flustered. "That thing looks like a monster. Mind if I join you? I have a situation going on here myself." Asked Greg gesturing to his obscenely tented boxer briefs. I must have had a look of complete shock on face because Greg was laughing at me as he swam to the edge of the pool and pulled himself out. His body glistened as he made his way passed me to the part of the pool house that house a bar which was open on two sides. I followed him into the bar area as he dropped his boxer briefs and sat on a stool. His pubes were neatly trimmed and his balls were shaved. His cock was at full attention, 8 inches, cut, thick, throbbing. The veins bulged as his cock pulsed and the flaring head was a deep crimson. A small pearl of precum oozed out of the tip and slid down the underside of his piece. He looked at me and with a wink he grabbed his member and pumped it slowly. A rush of adrenaline brought me back to my senses and I shed my swimsuit as I sat down on the stool next to him. My cock was steel hard as I began to pump it, syncing up with the strokes of Greg. "Damn, Van, that thing is big. You ever jerked with a buddy before?" "Nah, I haven't jerked off with anyone before..." I tailed off. "You'll like it, dude, it's way better than doing it alone and hiding it." We stared at each other's bodies as we jerked ourselves off, taking in every inch of each other. I couldn't believe I was getting to see this athletic marvel of a man whacking it with me. He spit in his hand and brought it down to his cock to try and get a faster pace going and I emulated his actions. After a few more strokes, he spit in his hand again but this time reached over and lightly shoved my hand off my cock and grabbed mine. I moaned as the palm of his hand slid over the head of my cock, sliding down my thick shaft. His big hand was barely able to fully grasp my girth. My eyes rolled back as his applied a little more pressure with his grip on my shaft. As another bead of precum slid out of my piss slit his other hand palmed all over the head of my cock. I moaned louder and Greg kneeled down before me. Before I could finish my groans, let alone say anything, his mouth was on my cock. His tongue swirled around the fat head of my cock before swallowing more and more of it down his throat. I leaned my head back and enjoyed the constricting muscle as more of my shaft disappeared down his gullet. About 5 inches down my 9incher, the girth and length seemed to have gotten to him and he gagged and pulled off. "Damn, normally I'm a lot better at that. You have some serious meat there!" commented Greg, obviously disappointed in his performance. I laughed a little at his eagerness to try and swallow me cock before my hand found my shaft again and I continued to jerk off with Greg between my legs. He tongued my member as I stroked it and licked off any of the precum, which oozed out. "You ever fuck a guy before?" asked Greg, looking up at me. "Never have." I replied, a little bit nervous. "You'll love it, dude." Greg spit into his right hand and reached around to finger his hole to get it ready. He moaned softly as one finger entered his ass and began rocking back and forth slowly. Then he dove back on my cock with a vengeance. This time there was a little less nuance and skill in his blowjob. The subtle flicks and slides of his tongue were replaced with the smooth sliding of his lips. I saw him readjust as his second finger slid in to meet the first and he increased the pace of my blowjob. By this time I was naming barnyard animals in my head so that I wouldn't blow my load in his mouth. I couldn't believe I was about to fuck my first man, and what a stud of a man would be my first! I thought that I would have to wait much longer after my encounter with Mr. Wells to get this lucky again. "I don't wanna cum yet, Greg." I breathed, as I finally pulled him off my cock, not a moment too soon. "Good call, bud. Just give me one sec." Greg trotted out to his discarded pants by the pool with his steel hard fuck prick waving in front of him leaking juice as he went. His chiseled mass of muscles glistened in the sun as he made his way back. The smirk on his face, as I'd find out, was the unmistakable one of a man who can't wait to get fucked. "That monster isn't fitting without this." He grinned as he handed me a small pocket sized bottle of lube. "Get some on my hole and then really slick that python up!" he instructed as he leaned over one of the barstools. I squirted a little bit of the slippery liquid onto my right index finger and rubbed it around the taught ring of his exposed ass. His cheeks were hairy without obscuring anything, and his muscled ass was so perky it seemly spread itself as he bent over the stool. Slowly, I sunk my finger into his hole to the knuckle. "Ugggh... that's it, Van. Add another, get me all slicked up." Cooed Greg. My middle finger soon joined my index and I slowly began to fuck my fingers in and out of his tight hole. I was trying to remember and emulate everything that Mr. Wells did to get my ass prepared for his deflowering, though something told me this wasn't even close to Greg's first time. All the while I was finger his ass, my cock throbbed. I reached under him and grabbed his steel hard prick. Finding the flared head, I rubbed precum into the glans and listened to him moan. My brother-in-law, star athlete, picture of masculinity was putty in my hands. My confidence began to grow and I knew that I had to get inside his hole. "Here it comes, bro." as I replaced my fingers with the head of my cock at his tight opening. Slowly I applied pressure. My cock was lubed and leaking. I applied more pressure, little by little, not wanting to hurt my brother-in-law. Just the feeling of my head pressing on his hole was making me close to blowing. I had to take a deep breath and push a little harder. Finally, his hole relented and the head of my cock slid in. "Fuuuuck" moaned Greg. I responded to his moans by pushing a little bit more of my cuntsplitter in then slowed to let him get used to it and then continued some more. His moans of profanity filled the bar area as his ass clamped down on my cock. I paused again, about 3/4ths of the way in to check on him, but mostly so that I wouldn't lose it. "You doing ok?" I tapped his assheek to see if he was doing well. My brother-in-law responded by pushing his hips back in one motion until his ass ground into my pubes. The feeling was incredible; his ass constricted around my cock and I held dead still in hopes of holding onto my load. "Damn, kid, you are fucking thick!" groaned Greg. He began to gyrate his hips, fucking himself on my huge pole, apparently impatient for me to do it myself. It was fine by me, as I was in heaven at that moment. I had never fucked anything before in my life; it was a dream come true. But I knew I wouldn't last long, his ass was pulling the load out of me. "Shit, Greg! I'm cumming!" "Yeah, man! Fucking cream my ass! Give me that cum!" My cock throbbed and unleashed spurt after spurt of cum in his ass. After the first few rockets, I felt his ass clamp even harder around my manrammer and spasm. I could tell he was losing his load too. He continued to rock his hips back and forth throughout his orgasm. I was getting light headed as his man cunt milked the endings of my load out of my pulsing cock inside of him. Slowly I pulled my spent cock out of his ass as he pushed himself off the barstool. His face was flush from his orgasm and being bent over. He looked up at me with a goofy, happy, dazed grin and kissed me. Our tongues met and quickly flitted around before we broke the kiss. He lightly punched my solid pecs and smiled at me. "Damn, you're stud. Glad I could be your first." "Well... you're the first I fucked..." I trailed off. "What? You've been fucked??" Greg asked with a devilish grin. "Yeah, I have. Once." I replied suddenly embarrassed for some reason. "Let me hear it!" he replied almost giddy. As we walked back to the pool and grabbed our clothes I told him the story about Mr. Wells. I left out some parts, namely that I accidentally told Mr. Wells I wanted to have sex with my dad. But other than that I gave him as much detail as he wanted. In return, Greg told me all about how he discovered sex with men in college. He even revealed to me that had fucked around with most of his coaches and still has a few guys that he likes to fuck around with. He told me it was a great outlet for him so that he would never be tempted to cheat on my sister with another woman. It felt great to be able to talk to someone about things like this with. Greg had to leave a little while after that. He wanted to beat rush hour and still had to unload the furniture. I laid by the pool contented with my first experience on top and my balls a little bit lighter. I knew that I would have to jerk off again that day but for the moment I was just taking it all in. By the time Corey come over it was the later in the evening. I had already showered and gotten dressed and eaten dinner with my parents by the time he rang the bell. I found it surprisingly easily to act like I hadn't just fucked my sister's husband. If anything, the secrecy made it more exciting for me. When Corey came over my parents told us to have fun but be safe and we hopped in his car to head to the party. The rest of our crew was getting a ride with one of our other friends, Davis. Davis's older sister was getting us some alcohol for the party and knowing them, they were already there. Stacy lived on the outskirts of town in one of the larger houses. Her parents were the type that weren't around much and even when they were they usually threw money at problems instead of actually fixing them. This worked out for us since it gave us a place to have parties at without the risk of parental oversight. The party was great. The beer and liquor was flowing and everyone was having a great time. The neighbors were farther away since she lived on the outskirts of town so we were free to get a little rowdy out by the pool. Some people danced, others played drinking games, but my friends and I mostly goofed off drinking some beers while the girls danced. At some point, a few joints were passed around and we all took a few hits. It went right to my head and I must have zoned out a bit. I snapped back to it when Davis passed me another joint and I hit it and passed it. I got up to use the bathroom but when I got there I had a hard time pushing out any piss; weed made me horny and I was hard as a rock. I decided against rubbing one out there and shoved my cock back into my shorts and tossed a few beers to my buddies. Things started to die down around 1:30am. Guys ended up finding their girlfriends and either pairing off at Stacy's house or heading out on their own. I couldn't find most of my friends but eventually I found Clay rolling another joint in the kitchen. "Hey Clay, you seen Corey or Davis at all? I should head home." I half slurred, the alcohol and weed having their effects on me. "Naw bro, Corey left with Jen and Davis is up with Stacy." Clay replied without looking up and bringing the pot filled rolling paper to his mouth. It looked like I was out of luck for a ride home. It was only a few miles to the neighborhood where I lived so I decided to hoof it since staying over was out of the question; my parents expected me to be at home the next morning. By this time, most of the people left at the party were passing out or had left so I just left, walking down the long driveway to the deserted road. It was a very warm night out and with the alcohol and weed I started sweating a little. After probably 20 minutes or so, I had made it to the top of the back street that Stacy lived on. I was off the country road and on a main road that led back to town. It was still a few miles back and after another 15 minutes I a pair of headlights crested a small hill behind me and flooded the road with their brightness. I turned around and shielded my eyes as I saw a police car slowing to a halt next to me. I froze. My brain was telling me to run but my feet were cinderblocks and me knees were locked. My hearted pounded; I could hear it beating in my ears. I thought in that moment that my life was over. My parents would kill me, I would lose nearly all of my scholarship offers, and I would never live up to my siblings accomplishments. "Where are you headed from?" asked the policeman that exited the passenger side of the car. "I... I... I was at my friends house." I stuttered out, the officer shone his flashlight in my face keeping me disoriented and I was trying to shield my sensitive eyes from the light. "Where are you headed, boy?" he asked. "I'm headed home to my parents." "Have you been drinking?" he asked. "No, sir... I mean umm... Yes I had a little." I was afraid to lie to the cop. "Which is it? Yes or no?" he kept up his questioning and my eyes began adjusting. "Yes, yes I have, sir." "How old are you, boy?" he asked. "Eighteen." I replied, visibly shaking. "You reek of weed too. You've been partying. I'll make you a deal so you don't have to get in trouble tonight." "Anything." I breathed for the first time in the last few minutes I felt a glimmer of hope. "Blow me." The officer demanded. "I ummm... are you sure?" I was shocked and the look on my face must have betrayed my sudden excitement. "I am absolutely sure. Get on your knees or get cuffed." I glanced over at the police car and the other officer appeared to be on his phone. I looked at the officer standing before me, his face obscured by virtue of being backlit from the headlights of the police cruiser. He had dropped his flashlight back into his belt and was unzipping the fly. I slowly crouched down to my knees as the officer fished out his cock. He pulled out a thick, cut 8-inch staff from his fly. I quickly swallowed the fat head of his cock and was greeted by a moan from the officer. "Fuck kid, yeah, swallow that cock!" groaned the officer. I swallowed more of his fat shaft while sliding my tongue over the glans and down the underside as I went. I tried to remember everything Greg had done to my cock earlier in the day. Soon enough, the head was poking at the back of my throat. "Come on, kid! Swallow it!" barked the officer as he applied pressure to the back of my head. Luckily for me, the weed had relaxed me enough that my throat began to open up. Slowly at first, but then suddenly the rest of his cock slid down my throat. I fought the urge to gag and won. While trying my damnedest not to use my teeth, I began to constrict my throat muscles around his steel hard prick. "Hell yeah, boy! Fuck you know how to suck cock. This ain't your first time!" He began pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. His grip on my head strengthened and be fell into a rhythm of fucking my throat. Somehow I was able to keep my throat relaxed as he forcefully plunged his thick meat in and out of it. "Fucking take it, boy!" yelled the officer as he began to shoot down my throat. He shoved his cock into my throat one last time and held my head down, my nose in his pubes as I felt his cock pulse down my throat. He was shooting right down my throat straight into my stomach. I instinctively inhaled and smelled his musky, mildly sweaty scent. My cock throbbed in my shorts, the quickness and forcefulness of this blowjob left me unable to pleasure myself. "That's just what I needed working an overtime shift." Breathed the officer as he pulled his cock from my mouth. He pulled his cock out of my throat and the last dribbles of his load slid across my tongue. It was the first cum I had ever tasted, a little saltier than I had expected. Just then, I heard the radio go off in the car. "Get your ass home, kid. Next time you get arrested." As the officers drove off, I was mildly disappointed. I was still on my knees in a little bit of a daze; the whirlwind of what had just happened along with the booze and weed had my head reeling. I slowly found my feet and headed off down the street. This time, still a little spooked, I took the back streets as much as I could to avoid a run in that could lead to real trouble for me. When I finally got home, I was more disappointed that I hadn't gotten to see what the officer looked or even knew his name. Then I remembered the one who hadn't gotten out of the car and I wondered what his cock was like. Needless to say, I had to whip out my cock and rub one out I thought about the officer who I had just blown, only in my imagination I replaced the shadowy features of his face with my dad's. I tried to remember everything the officer had barked at me while I was blowing him and put those words in my dad's deep voice. Within seconds I shot a huge load all over myself. Before I could even put my cock away, I had passed out, clothes covered in my own cum and my big fat cock hanging out. I intend to write more on this story. Please be patient with me since I don't always have consistent time to write.