Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2016 21:11:23 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Week pt 3

Daddy Week
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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The following is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only. This
story will have some strong incest themes and encounters, but a lot of
non-family encounters, too, and just plain intergenerational fun. This
chapter has a celebrity cameo but is pure fiction.


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Daddy Week Chapter 3


Alan 45 yo, 5'10", 180#, blond/brown occupation: account manager
relationship status: open relationship


I held Riley's legs roughly against my neck as I thrust hard inside his
tight hole. So frigging snug it gripped my cock with a vicelike tension.  I
looked down on his sun-freckled face, his preppy boy-next-door face looking
even better than when I started fucking him. Roman nose, ruddy cheeks, a
tuft of light brown hair just forming bangs on his sweat-dewed
forehead. "Ugh, Mr. G, that's it, punch my spot..." he hissed, taking the
tough fuck like a soldier. His abs contracting involuntarily as I thrust
in, his prick leaking over his tanned stomach.

I shoved in harder and he grimaced a little, liking it but not sure how
much he could take.

It was his fault, really. The young man knew I'm horniest first thing in
the morning, invariably with a solid rod of morning wood seeking
relief. What was I supposed to do when I woke up to feel his taut bubble
buns undulating against my erection? We'd been fucking for two years know
and my son's best friend knew how to egg me on, big time.

"I'm gonna cum soon if you keep it up, sir," he continued. "Like that first
time. Got so hot that Tyler's dad was actually fucking me."

Tyler's my son. Senior at Texas, star golf player, apple of my eye. I
usually had pangs of guilt that I was sneaking around with a clandestine
affair with my boy's best friend, but at moments like this, in the middle
of heated face-to-face intercourse, well, the perversity turned me on.

"Couldn't keep my hands off you. Seeing the way you looked at me when you
came over to visit Ty."

Riley grinned. "Not as hard as you stared at me. That afternoon I borrowed
your son's shirt after going to the pool I thought you were gonna pin me
down then and there."

I could tell what Riley was trying to do. He definitely wanted to play
Daddy and Son in the bed and despite my firm no he edged the sex talk in
that direction.

I enjoyed it, truth be told, but it was a shred of dignity I wasn't ready
to shed. But I let the idea sink in. Sink in deep. Wondering what it would
be like to fuck Tyler. Or to be Riley's Daddy. The fantasies boiled up
inside me, circulating inside me, until I gripped Riley's ankles tight and
growled out in orgasm.

"Aw fuck, that's it, come, sir," the guy breathed, his own orgasm
approaching. "Cum inside me, Dad," he added, knowing I wouldn't stop his
sex talk now. And sure enough, the very word coming from his lips tripped
his own ejaculation, accompanied by muscle contractions in his taut
body. Jets of white juice spurted out from his erect cock, all over his
muscular chest and shoulders. The kid can cum buckets, I'll grant you.

We kissed impetuously and I leaned back up, pulling out, carefully to keep
the rubber intact and stretched over my cock. The reservoir was full of my
morning load, and the size of my ejaculate seemed to impress Riley. I guess
I'm a healthy shooter, too.

"Damn, Mr. G, I think you needed that."

I peeled it off and tossed it onto a small pile of used condoms on the bed
stand that had accumulated in the last 18 hours or so.

I plopped down on the mattress. "Well, you know how to make a divorced guy
feel as horny as a 21 year old again."

Riley laughed and ran his fingers affectionately trough my chest hair.

"You gonna enter the contest tonight, Mr. G?"

I leaned up and looked over at my young boyfriend, who looked magnificent
relaxed in a postcoital glow, streaked with his own cum.

"I don't know," I said. "There's a lot of competition here this week."

Riley flipped over onto his side and reached out to really manhandle my
chest, the object of his desire for several years now. He had a fixation on
my pecs or my "dad tits" as he liked to call them. I was self-conscious
about them at first, but Riley really likes them and I like fucking Riley,
so I've learned to embrace my larger than normal chest. "You kidding?" he
said, his fingers teasing the fat aureoles of my nipples up to a standing
nip-erection. "You'll win hands down, Mr. G. No one has tits that compare
to yours, sir."

"What about 'Mike'?" I asked, referring to the barrel-chested stud who'd
taken Riley back to his room two nights ago. I wasn't jealous. I mean, this
is why we came to Daddy Week, for the chance to play a little, pair off,
and have some fun we can't have back in our conservative Midwestern small
city.

"He's got a nice rack, all right, but nothing like yours." With that Riley
leaned over and licked my nipple, swirling his tongue around it
provocatively before plopping the vascular nip into his sucking mouth. My
spent cock twitched, as if was deciding whether it was going to grow hard
again or not.

"Fuck, that feels good," I sighed and felt my half-erection waver above my
hairy crotch.

"What about you, Mr. G? You have fun the other night?"

I nodded yes. "I guess the consolation prize in becoming a daddy is all the
daddy chasers there are." I didn't share with Riley, but one reason I
valued the open arrangement we had was it gave me a chance to explore my
bottom side. With Riley, I'm strictly top, since he wants it that way and I
enjoy getting into the role with him. But my hookup with Tim Tuesday night
was great, too.... lifting my legs up and letting a horny 20 year old mount
me and fuck me to two orgasms. It was part of the reason I had the residual
horns today.

Riley laughed. "You're gonna get more after the contest tonight."

Our lips met in a kiss. "All right, I gotta cool off. You're making me hard
again."

"Would that be so bad?" Riley teased, his fingers tracing their way down to
my renewed erection.


*

I thought Riley might be exaggerating, but he was right. That contest had
the young men swarming around me all evening.

The event itself was a little surreal but fun. I was apprehensive at first
as I posed in front of the mirror, dressed only in a pair of speedos and
one of my old T-shirts. It hadn't really fit me since about 15 years ago,
when I started to bulk up more and get a beefier build. The cotton material
stretched tightly across my shoulders, the girth of my belly and especially
around my chest, which poked up the shirt in large mounds with a deep
valley in between.

"You sure this is the right choice?" I asked.

"You bet, Mr. G," Riley said, massaging a bone in his shorts. I wouldn't
say my boyfriend's worship of me was the main glue of our relationship but
it sure helped. "It's perfect."

"I think you're biased," I said, though appreciating his vote of
confidence.

"You'll see Mr. G. The crowd is gonna eat you up."

They did cheer loudly as I walked on the stage. There were three other men
competing. One was a man with a beer belly and full-on man boobs chunking
out his shirt. Another was a really well built and perfectly proportioned
DILF type. I was somewhere in between the two men's builds, a balance of
muscle and beefy girth in my chest. A fourth guy was much thinner and I
wasn't sure how he could stack up in the competition with the rest of us.

The celebrity MC was TV personality Mike Rowe, who walked out on the stage
wearing a pair of jeans and a snug henley shirt to uproarious cheers.

"You guys ready for some titty action?" he deadpanned. The cheers erupted
and Rowe worked it, cupping his own meaty pec and jiggling the muscle
playfully. He arched his eyebrows as if to say "like this?" Then he did his
other pec, running his big finger along the nipple poked up through the
fabric. The crowd grew louder.

Next to me, another contestant, beer belly guy, nudged me in the
arm. "They're going wild, tonight."

I smiled, nervous but enjoying the spectacle.

Finally Rowe sighed, "you men are a tough crowd." And with that he lifted
his shirt, baring his chest and letting free his massive hairy chest. They
erupted in a loud yell. He flexed one pec, then the other, altenating back
and forth in a lewd display. More yells, louder even. "I love you, too,
guys," he finally said before starting the contest proceedings.

There were three rounds. The first was the wet T-shirt round. Each of the
contestants walked to the center of the stage and pulled the string down to
dump a bucket of water on him. The bigger guy did it first, and the crowd
went crazy as the cotton material clung to his body, highlighting the big
round swells of his chest. There must have been some dadbear aficionados in
the crowd because they started hooting as he bounced up and down, letting
his chest and stomach jiggle. I had to laugh until DILF nudged me. It was
my turn and nervously I stepped to the center and pulled.

The water was cold but I got over the shock pretty soon and was rewarded by
the very loud applause. The cold wet fabric made my nipples grow really
hard and stick out in points from tented end of my big pectoral swells. All
of a sudden I could sense every eye in the place on my dad tits so I
started swaying back and forth a little to give the guys different angles
on it.

The thin guy was next and I could see now why he was in the contest. He
didn't have a lot of size to his pectorals, but his nips were obscenely
large and pointed. He grinned as he paraded around, letting those pointy
tits show proudly.

DILF was last and I didn't even need to see the judges' scores to know he'd
won this round. His bod was just perfectly sculpted and even though he
lacked the size of my or Moob-guy's chest, his abs were perfect in their
definition and their flatness showed off his pectorals to perfect
effect. He got a 10, thin guy a 9.6, me a 9.4, and Moob guy a 9.2.

The next round was the shirtless pose round, and I owned that one. I have
quite a bit of chest muscle from years of dedicated working out (Riley
really really gets off on my chest, so I always gave my presses and flies
extra reps.) But my age has meant my muscle is more pliant when rested, and
I can lift up my tits and jiggle them in a lewd display before flexing and
tighting those pecs into rigid muscular hardness. I did that a few times
and the crowd went for it, hollering noisily. Which egged me on to mimic
Moob guy's bounce followed by muscleman flexing. I got a 10, DILF a 9.5,
Moob guy and thin guy a 8.9.

The third round was the titty fuck round. Each of the contestants had to
kneel on a platform while a younger guy came up and fucked his lubed cock
between our pecs. Moob guy's extra size really came in handy this round and
earned him a 9.8 but I was helped by the fact the young stud fucking my
chest, a cute trim-built guy who could have been a dead ringer for one of
those vampire TV show hunks, moaned appreciatively how hot I was and how my
chest felt so good and how his load was gonna be really big. When he shot,
it was an incredible discharge of semen on my neck and upper chest, and it
just kept coming. The crowd cheered.

We stood there while the scores came in. I got a 9.7 on Round 3, which made
me the winner.

Mike Rowe sauntered over, his trademark mugging grin on his face and held
up my hand. "Gentlemen, presenting Mr. Dad Tits 2016!"

The aftermath was a bit of a blur. A silver-haired George Clooney-ish man
came up to me to congratulate me and ask if he could clean off the load
clinging to my neck and dripping down my torso. "Sure," I said and felt his
tongue lick the splooge off me.

"God that's tasty," he said lewdly, smacking his lips. "Thanks."

I made my way through the crowd. Part of me wanted to share this moment
with Riley. After all, he'd been the one to encourage me. But I was eating
up all the attention. Young guys swarmed up to me, running their hands
along my bared upper body, feeling up my chest, squeezing my muscle,
playing with my tits. A couple of guys latched their mouths on my nipples
and started sucking while one of their friends met me in a kiss. More came
from behind and ran their hands around my midsection.

"Guys," I said. "Maybe we can go back to my hotel and have a little party."


*


About 6 of us piled into that smallish hotel room. Me, Riley and four cute
and horny young bucks. As we stripped down I saw Riley lean down and
whisper in the ear of the tallest one, a soccer or tennis player type who
was lithe and ripped and had the clean cut looks that suggested he went to
an expensive private college. I saw him grin lasciviously and nod.

Riley then walked over to me and gave me a deep kiss.

"What you got planned?" I asked, knowing something was up.

Riley just winked and picked up the lube and run and up and down the valley
between my pecs, slickening the crevice up with it. "You're getting one
hell of a pearl necklace today, Mr. G."

I moaned and felt his fingers tease my lubed up chest hair and muscle, then
taking time to touch my nipples.

I was getting turned on and hopped onto the bed, leaning back into the
pillows. I lifted up my dad tits and bunched up the muscle playfully. Tall
soccer guy stepped up, eager to be first. His dick was proportionately
long, about 9 inches, and I regretted it wasn't going up inside me. Maybe
later. The afternoon was young.

His hands pushed mine out of the way, possessively grabbing my chest and
kneading the meaty mounds. "God, these tits are perfect," he groaned and
leaned up and nestled his sizeable erection in the groover between
them. Slowly at first he ran his cock over my skin, savoring the feel of my
chest against its steely hardness. "I wanted to fuck your chest the moment
I saw you."

"You like my rack, huh?" I teased, arching my back to raise my front up for
a crazed display that drove this titfucker wild.

"Ah yeah, daddy, that's it. Hot fucking dadrack."

His fingers were now working my nipples, in opposite direction as he humped
my chest endowment, clearly getting closer to coming. I had a feeling
Soccer Guy wouldn't have much stamina, but that was OK by me. Four other
young bucks were waiting their turn.

Sure enough, I saw his O face forming. "Oh... Oh... Oh God, I'm
gonna.. Gonna cum on you, man." And pow! Hot liquid jets of his sperm shot
out and covered my chin, neck, and chest as he whimpered in pleasure above
me. When he was done he knelt up off my torso and flicked his prick to send
the last drops of jizz onto me.

He'd barely stepped off when another climbed on. Shorter, about 5'10" and
meatier build, closer to mine, but with the fresh faced blush of youth on
his face and a six-and-a-halfer jutting out from his crotch that had the
unmistakable hardness that only young guys have. "That was so hot," he
huffed as he positioned his prick between my titties and started fucking
them like wild.

He was content to let me push my pectorals up to form even more of a tunnel
to thrust into. "Oh yeah, that's it, daddy. Fucking Mr. Dad Tits," he
grunted, and with even less of a buildup he was jizzing all over me. Unlike
Soccer guy's load, this one was a scattershot spray, basically soaking all
of my upper body as he excitedly discharged his load.

My chestfucker smiled as he rode out the last of his orgasm and leaned down
and gave me a kiss of thanks before climbing off.

Young dude number 3 was a frattish looking guy with longish brown hair and
a thick club-shaped dick with a gentle curve to the right. He was uncut,
and it was great to see him hold my tits against the foreskin and just do
little microthrusts back and forth. The whole time he stared at my chest
and massaged the hairy muscle.

"Damn, this is so hot," he muttered. "Only, I wish I could fuck you." His
little minithrusts were getting faster and faster.

"If that's what you want," I replied, "Go for it."

"Yeah?" He clearly wasn't expecting my response.

"Yeah. I want that young cock deep inside me. Rubber up first." I looked
over at Riley, who was a little shocked to see me submit to the bottom role
so eagerly. But he was also turned on as he watched Frat Guy reach over and
grab one of the condoms I normally used when boning Riley. At that moment I
wish we had some Magnums on hand since the normal sized rubber was super
snug as Frat Guy pinched a reservoir and rolled it down his massive curved
piece.

As he lubed up I could tell from his expression he was wondering how
experienced I was.

"Take your time going in, but after that let loose," I said. "I like it a
little rough," I added, which made Frat Guy's dick bounce hornily up and
down as he lifted my legs and scooted in place.

"Yes, sir," he winked and pushed his sheathed rod against my pucker. I
could tell it took all of his willpower not to just ram it in, but he
dutifully followed my instruction, giving me time to get used to his
monster of a dick. It gave me time to admire the view: early 20s, body as
trim as Soccer Guy's though with a little more bulk in his arms and
shoulders. Chest hair starting to come in with fluffy tufts, leading to a
real treasure trail and a full bush.

"Oh God!" he said when his fat head popped inside me. Or maybe that was
me. Slowly he fed me more cock, and I ran my hands up and down his taut
body. He was breathing harder now that he felt the tightness of my ass grip
his tool. He pushed more in and I gasped in pleasure, feeling the curve of
his club cock now pushing the inside of my bowels.

I felt his fingers brushed along my tits. "OK, if I call you Daddy?" he
asked a little cautiously.

In response I felt my hole open up and more of his cock stuff inside me. I
looked over at Riley, jerking his cock furiously and watching expectantly,
eager to hear my response.

I took a deep breath and let it out. "That's why I'm here, son," I replied
finally. "To be your Daddy." I looked around at the room of horny young
guys, two of them just having unloaded on me but still stroking their
erections, two others waiting patiently for their turn. "That goes for all
of you. Daddy's here for all his boys."

That was all Frat Guy could take. With a hard thrust he pushed the
remaining three inches of collegiate cock into me in one brutal shove.

"Fuck, Daddy! I'm fucking you, sir," he growled, now thrusting in with a
regular rhythm, hard and fast, while his hands reached down and marauded my
pecs, squeezing them and rubbing the dripping remnants of semen all over my
skin, mixing it with the lube.

I was on the verge of not being able to handle it, but I did. Gritting my
teeth and holding my legs back and spread wide while this horny kid
demonstrated his brute fucking power on my hole.

"I thought you liked it rough, Daddy," he sneered. "Isn't that why you went
on that stage today? Paraded your daddy tits for everyone? So your boys
would take it out on you afterwards? Isn't that why you did it Daddy?"

I don't know who taught Frat Guy the art of sex talk but he did a bang-up
job at it.

"I did it because my son asked me to," I growled back, getting into it now
that the genie was out of the bottle. "Asked me to show off my tits to his
buddies. You like to parade me around don't you son? Show everyone what a
hot Daddy you get to fuck."

"Aw, fuck!" Frat Guy growled. "I'm coming Dad!" he yelled and I knew then
he was coming inside that tight rubber, deep inside me.

My own cock fired off, feeling the overstimulation of that prick inside me,
and turned on beyond belief by the scene we'd just worked up.

When Frat Guy pulled out, he peeled off the rubber and dumped the contents
ceremonially on my chest. Looking over at his buddy, he said. "All right,
you're next Crawford. I think I opened up Daddy's ass just now, but he's
still tight as fuck."

A medium-tall swimmers-build guy, looking younger than the others, younger
than my Riley even, stood next to the bed, excited and erect, a condom
already rolled on and lubed up. His hands were already massaging my chest
impatiently. "Can I Daddy? Can I fuck you?"

I thought of letting my legs down, of shaking off the cramps, or taking a
break. I'd enjoyed bottoming but wasn't sure how I'd do with a gang
bang. So maybe it was time to say no.

Instead I angled my hips and lewdly showed off my exposed, half-opened,
lubey manhole. "Climb on, son," I instructed, and looked over at Riley,
taking in his excitement, and wondering if he'd want a turn on top, too.