Date: Thu, 06 May 1999 09:45:29 PDT
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Parents Weekend part 4

"Parents Weekend" (4/?) (m/m, inc, coll)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

An episodic series portraying sexual relations between family members. If
such material offends you or is inappropriate for your age, do not read.


Friday Afternoon


Dave was once again having a hard time keeping his dick down. Next to him
on the plane was one hot looking guy, probably about late 20s, with one
studly body and a big package packed into the crotch of his jeans.

It wasn't long before they struck up a conversation. The guy, Keith, had a
thick Southern accent, which turned Dave on even more. Keith was from
Austin but travelled between New York, Chicago and DC all the time for
business. The two didn't have that much in common, but both were good
enough conversationalists to enjoy each others company on the plane ride.

Only Keith's friendliness was starting to get to Dave. He couldn't help but
fantasize about sucking the guy off or shooting a load onto his cute
face. When Keith got up to go to the lavatory, Dave would take in the sight
of Keith's firm ass fitted into the tight faded jeans. Or when he returned,
the bulge of his crotch.

Finally the two men got off the plane. Keith bid good bye to Dave. Dave had
carry-on bags in both hands, so Keith stuck his business card in Dave's
shirt pocket. A minute later, as he was waiting at the bagggage claim, he
pulled out the card. He turned it over and on the back was written, "If you
need some tight ass for the big dick of yours, I'm at the Hilton, room
218. Keith." Dave smiled...


Mike greeted him at the airport. Maybe he was horny from the plane ride,
but Dave couldn't help but notice how hot his son was. It wasn't that he
was wearing anything special, just a college sweatshirt and some
loose-fiting jeans, but the effect was intoxicating. When the two men
hugged in the terminal, Dave could feel his heart pound as he felt the
muscle mass beneath the thick cotton material his son's clothes. He hated
himself for these thoughts Couldn't he just give his son a hug without
wanting to jump him? It didn't help that his suitpants would show off any
oncoming boner.

Fortunately, Dave was able to collect himself and control his lewd thoughts
as Mike walked him to the baggage claim and talking mile a minute about all
he'd planned for the weekend. Dave made a mental note that his son was
excited to see him and resolved he should be more in touch of a father than
he had been these last two years.



***

Friday Evening

It was late before Dave and Mike got back to the hotel. The two men were
already drunk from their barhopping and were laughing in good spirits as
they walked into Dave's room. Neither wanted to sleep just yet, so Dave
suggested another drink. The two stayed up another hour, drinking vodka
from the bottle and chatting about college life.

When it was time to hit the hay, Dave told Mike he should sleep there
instead of wandering back across the city to his dorm. There was only one
bed, a king, but that was spacious enough for the two men.

The two men got ready for bed, stripping down to their boxers. Dave
couldn't believe how amazing his son's body was. He'd had quite a build
before going to college, but a couple of years had done wonders on his
athletic frame. He climbed in under the covers before he got fully
hard. The alcohol was starting to get to him, making his senses reel. When
Mike crawled in next to him, he was lost. He was torn by his lust, his
drunkenness, his need for sleep. Finally, after barely being able to say
good night to his son, the latter won out.

About an hour later, Dave woke up. He swore he felt someone touching
him. He swore Mike was touching him. Gently, and just a hand against his
back, but he felt it nonetheless. Here he was in bed nearly naked with his
hunky son, and his son had touched his bare back. His dick shot up
immediately. He no longer felt it now, but now he lie hard and wide
awake. He had to feel that again. But what if Mike woke up?

Cautiously, Dave backed up a little bit, putting the muscles in his back in
direct contact again with Mike's outstretched hand. God, the feeling was
incredible, but Dave was as nervous as he was horny. He
worried. Fortunately, the hand didn't pull away or even move. Dave lay in
dead stillness as he felt the stationary warmth of the hand pressed lightly
against this back.

Then he felt it, a motion. Tentative at first, but there. The hand then
began to trace along the contours of Dave's taut muscles, along the lats,
then up to feel the delts and shoulders. Dave couldn't believe it. Mike may
be pretending to sleep, but this was no accident. His son was feeling him
up.

Dave wanted to encourage Mike but not startle him. He decided to move his
leg slowly and casually back so that it rubbed with Mike's calves. Mike's
hand stopped immediately, but after Dave's calf rubbed against his some
more, picked up where it left off.

Dave then pushed his ass back against Mike's crotch. He could feel a boner
poking against the material of the two men's boxers. By now, Mike's
muscular arms were wrapped around his father and were feeling Dave's chest
muscles and round biceps.

Finally, after a minute of this position, Dave could take no more. He
turned around and met his son in a deep embrace and soulful kiss. Mike's
body was feverishly hot, and felt wonderfully powerful to his father, who
began to explore every muscle of his hot son's torso.

Their tongues fought against each other and would occasionally lick the
inside of each other's mouth. Their torsos writhed as cock ground against
cock. Mike pulled at the waist band of his father's boxers and slid down
the material. One very large cock was exposed and free to rub against
Mike's crotch and abdomen. Dave had his hands down the seat of his son's
underwear, feeling and kneading the melon-shaped cheeks and pushing his
son's cotton-covered erection into his own naked hardon.

"Oh, Dad," Mike said, saying the first word. He gnawed and licked at the
cords of muscle in his father's thick neck. The stubble tickled his nose.

"Oh son, I want you. Want you bad." Dave moved his hands to the side of
Mike's bozers and with all his strength pulled at the waist band. Slowly,
the material ripped, and the boxers split in two. With one hand, Dave
grabbed his son's burning hot hardon, with the other felt behind along the
cleft of his taut ass.

The two men were trading saliva now, barely able to get enough of each
other's mouth and body. It was like the dam had been broken and the flood
of forbidden lust was unleashed. They were thrusting hard into each other's
groins. Their hips pumped away in a desperate desire to work cocks up into
spurting their froth.

"God, Dad, you have such a big dick. Oh God, I could feel you cum against
me. Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum. Dad, I love you.....fuck!!"

Dave was too worked up to speak, but when he came down from the most
incredible orgasm in his life, he met his son in another kiss and said,
"Love you too son."

***

Saturday morning


Eric slept in pretty late. Exhausted from his session with Coach Powers,
he'd spent the Friday night home alone. He was glad to have the house to
himself. He raided the fridge for some beer, then went through his dad's
not too hidden porn collection for some evening entertainment. He picked
one tape that had three baseball players on the cover. Eric was still
having a hard time reconciling what he'd just discovered about his dad's
sexuality. Images of his dad leaning over getting plowed by Al flashed
through his mind. They bothered him and still puzzled him. But his dick was
undeniably hard. Al wasn't a bad looking guy, and Eric wondered how he
compared to the 20-yr-old's body. He'd been working out a lot lately and
was beginning to really see some muscle on his teenage body, but still, he
was a ways away from the stud body of Al or his brother for that
matter. Eric popped in the porn tape and started stroking his cock to the
image of a locker room fourway on screen. He kept thinking of how sexy Al
was and Al's big dick as it plugged into his father's butt. He imagined
what it would be like to fuck his father. The man was so big and
masculine. He imagined his butch father begiging his son to fuck him hard
up the ass, like Al did. And he shot eight ropes of pearly white cum onto
his naked, muscled teenage torso.

But that was last night. This morning Eric was hard and horny as ever. He
got out of bed and stretched his naked body in the morning sun that
streamed through the window. We went over to the mirror and took a look. He
wasn't that bad looking, he thought. The workouts had been paying off. His
body was looking more and more adult each day, and the mass of his muscles
looked really sexy with his baby-smooth skin. His erection pointed up
toward its mirror reflection. Eric rubbed the tip against the cold glass
surface. He could see the trail of clear slime on the mirror.

Eric wanted to fuck a real man, though, not his reflection. He picked up
the phone and dialed. "Hello Coach....well, yeah, I couldn't wait...No,
he's gone for the weekend.... Yeah, come on over.'

It wasn't long before Bill Powers was ringing the doorbell of the Peterson
residence. The coach liked fucking his players but it really got him hot
when he was able to do it with one at his home. The very forbidden nature
made it that much more alluring.

Eric opened the door to see his dream hunk and first fuck-buddy standing
there unshaven and unshowered. He wore a baseball cap over his bed hair and
stubble was approaching the beginnings of a light beard. The sweats didn't
do much to hide the man's muscles or the club growing between his legs.

"Hey man," Bill said, "I came right over."

The two men locked in a kiss as Bill entered Eric's home. Eric reached down
and groped the hard prick through the cotton of the sweats. "Looks like
you're ready to fuck some teenage ass," he taunted. He got down and his
knees and started sucking the prick through the fabric. he loved feeling
the staff grow more rigid as mouth licked and gnawed at the lump. Without
warning, Eric slid the sweats down and swallowed the erect cock, first in
increments, then down to the base. Soon, Coach's wiry pubic hairs were
tickling his lips.

Bill was amazed how in-charge the kid was. Not that he hadn't found other
willing young men to service him. Only Eric seemed totally into it, as if
he were in love with the older man.

This could have gone on indefinitely, Eric was so into sucking his coach's
big cock, but Bill had other plans. "Hey stud," he said, lifting Eric up to
his feet, "Let's take this into the other room."

Eric starts to lead him to his room, but Bill grabs his arm and stops him
in the hallway. The bigger man pulls Eric to him and thrusts his tongue
down Eric's eager throat. The two men have erections leaking as they rub
gently against each other.

"Not here," Bill says. "Your father's bed."

The thought of doing it in his dad's bed would not have occurred to Eric,
but his cock was hard and dripping at the idea. He broke into a smile, "You
horny pervert."

When they got to his father's room, Powers pushed him back onto the bed and
straddled his chest. He pushed his hard dick down and Eric resumed his
expert suck job.

Bill pulled out his huge cock and rested his balls on Eric's lapping
tongue. He turned around into a 69 position and lifted up Eric's
baseball-jock thighs.

"Oh fuck, eat my ass. God, never felt anything like this, coach..." Bill
went back to work, but then thought a change of position would do both
studs better. He got off Eric and repositioned Eric on all fours, his ass
sticking up in the air. Coach lowered his unshaven chin back into the
crevice of the young athlete's asscrack. He licked at the tender folds of
Eric's tightened asshole. He loved the taste of young jock butt.

It was the full growth of stubble grinding against his tender ass that was
driving Eric wild. He wanted to grab his dick and jack a huge load out of
it right then and there, but self-control stopped him. Self control and the
knowledge that pretty soon, Bill would be pushing his ten-inch cock deep
into his ass.

Slowly, the hole stretched open to accommodate the mammoth prick. It still
hurt a little whenever Bill first shoved it in, but it was nothing like the
first time, when Coach had busted his cherry. Now the pain soon gave way to
unrestrained pleasure as that cock found crevices of his ass he didn't know
exist. His face was now in the pillow as Bill pounded him from behind,
holding his hips for leverage. He could smell his father in the fabric. He
wondered Al had screwed his father in this very bed, in the very position
Eric was in now.

"Oh, fuck, kid, nice tight ass." Bill hissed behind him. He imagined it was
his father's voice as he mounted Al "Yeah, feels great on my big dick."