Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 11:22:51 PDT
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Parents Weekend ch. 8

ST: "Parents Weekend" ch. 8 (m/m, inc, coll)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

As always, thanks again to those who have written me words of
encouragement.  Comments can be sent to me at billdrake@hotmail.com. I will
do my best to reply but cannot send copies of past episodes via email
(they're on Nifty and ASSGM anyway).  Otherwise, I'd love to hear from you.

WARNING: The following is gay erotic fiction depicting sex between male
relatives. If that offends or disturbs you or is inappropriate for your
age, read no further. Otherwise, sit back, unxip, and enjoy.

******

Saturday morning


Bill Powers slipped the dickhead slowly into the slick hole. He loved that
wetness, how the mixture of cum, lube and ass juices hadn't had time to dry
at all. How it felt so smooth on his dick and slightly cool from the room
temperature. Nothing cool about the guy's skin. As Coach Powers wrapped his
arms around the muscular torso, he could feel the heat radiate outward. His
fuck for the evening only seemed to get hotter the deeper he invaded that
ass.

What an ass, too. Smooth, taut skin. The globes of muscle formed two
perfect hemispheres of pure power that clinched as their owner would
involuntary thrust his dick into the bedsheets below, then relaxed as he
pulled back to loosen up and take more of Coach's fat cock up his horny
butt.

More dickmeat made its way up the overheated rectum.  Good, tight asswalls,
Powers commented to himself. They felt exquisite on his dick. God, I
haven't been getting enough of this, he thought. His big-cocked brother had
been keeping Eric too occupied and fucked-out lately. He had gotten a
couple of quick fucks during the week, but no real satisfaction. This is
what he'd been needing.

This guy was as hot as Eric, too. That ass seemed to invite him in. Bill
began a thrusting pace on that perfect piece of butt. As if the hot, tight
young body wasn't enough to make him shoot a major stud load. As he
quickened his pace, he noticed the other man's mini-thrusts.

"You fuck!" Powers grunted in his most commanding voice. "I won't have you
fucking the bedsheets. Fucking get up off there." Instead of waiting for
the man to comply, Bill grabbed both hips and pulled that incredible butt
up and off the bed. The new angle made Coach's deep thrust deeper, and the
fucked man groaned.

"Unngh, fuck me, sir," the man said, clearly in ecstasy. "Ah, fuck me
deep. Yeah." Bill ground his pubes against that hungry ass, and his dick
made a slight corkscrew motion in the fellow's guts beneath him. When the
spongy-firm cockhead would glide along his prostate, the groans would get
louder.

"Ah, sir, that feels so fucking good. Keep fucking me." The ass backed
harder against Coach's invading shaft.

To hear this young stud demonstrate his appreciate made Coach even
hotter. "You like me screwing your tight ass?" He gave another deep jab
with his cock. The groan of pleasure that escaped his fuckee excited
Coach. "Yeah," he said, "Pretty boy likes it when I shove my meat up deep."

Yes, this man was definitely hot. Coach was glad he'd gone out last night.
When he first got to the bar, there really wasn't much to look at. By about
1AM, though, the place was swarming with prime, fuckable manmeat. One stud
in particular caught his attention. Medium-tall, with a nice, muscular
frame that showed even through his slightly loose T-shirt, he had that
boy-next-door look to a T: light blond hair, perfect teeth and blue
eyes. He couldn't have been older than 22, Bill had guessed, correctly;
Kevin was a senior at a local university and was in a fraternity, even
though he lived off-campus. Once Bill caught Kevin's eye, it was as if the
rest of the bar disappeared. Both could see lust welling in the other's
eyes. After a few minutes, Coach dispensed with the small talk and asked,
"so, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?"

The fratboy just smiled and answered, "As hard as you fucking can, sir."

Coach knew he had scored a major hunk, but he didn't realize how
fuck-hungry Kevin was until they got to Kevin's place. Fucker couldn't get
enough of Coach's cock. Apparently, Kevin has only recently discovered the
joys of man-sex and was making up for lost time.

Bill didn't complain. They fucked all through the night. After an hour or
so sleep, Bill would wake up, roll over and start screwing that warm
ass. Or Kevin would climb onto Bill's large frame and position that mammoth
sleep hardon at his hole. It wouldn't take long for Bill to stir and start
pounding the shit out of Kevin's abused fuckhole.

Now it was 10 AM and the two were on their fourth fuck. Bill felt all along
frat boy's front, from the powerful pecs, along the hairy abs and
pubes. There was nothing to love more than to feel a guy's tight muscles as
he fucked him from behind. He wrapped his hand around Kevin's prick and
found thin thread of fuck ooze hanging down from the tip.  The erect cock
spasmed at Bill's touch, and within a few stokes, Bill's hand was all wet
from the dripping pre-cum. He knew it wouldn't be long before Kevin came
and that prick spewed all over his hand.

Coach, too was close to blowing his was up Kevin's fine ass. The filth talk
emerging from Kevin's mouth just drove him hotter.

"Oh, screw my ass. When I saw you at the bar I knew I wanted you right
away. Wanted that dick pushing up my tight hole....fucking me blind.

It was more than Coach could take. Volley after volley of searing white cum
spewed into the ass below him

"Ah shit....shoot that load, sir....fucking fill my ass with your hot
sperm....feels so good...making my ass all wet....so that next time you
fuck me my hole will be nice and ready for you big cock..."

Now Kevin was erupting, spewing his wad all over the bed and Coach's
hand. How amazing it was to shoot with Coach's big fat dick shoved up his
hole! He was beginning to wonder if his ass was getting spoiled by that
cock.

********

Al woke up in Mr. Peterson's bed.  Dave had already gotten up but Mike was
still asleep. Al stretched out his taut, muscular frame and looked down at
his dick. He couldn't believe it. How many fucks had he had last night and
his cock was still hard? Not that he wasn't glad. His hand gripped his
shaft and slowly began massaging it. Nothing felt so good to Al as a slow,
methodical hand job in the morning... except for a slow methodical fuck in
the morning.

He reached over to the bed side and got some lube to apply to his aching
hard shaft. Carefully he climbed on top of Mike's sleeping body. Al was
majorly horny. Mike had always been a bit of a stud, but now his body was
incredible: full, manly, with enough of a youthful college jock appearance
to get any man's crank flowing.

Al positioned his hardon right against Mike's morning boner. The heat and
the contact and the wetness of the lube was an incredible
combination. Slowly, Al clenched his ass cheeks and began a smooth thrust
of his crotch against his buddy's. With one hand, he supported his weight,
while the other hand explored Mike's massive pecs and powerful, sinewy
shoulders

Mike's body began to stir and unconsciously buck against Al's massaging
prick. Mike woke up with a grin on his face.

"Mmmmh. Feels good," he purred.

Al thrust a little harder. He knew he wouldn't last to fuck Mike Peterson's
ass. At least not now.  "I'm so hot for you, stud," he hissed between his
teeth.

The two met in a fevered, sloppy kiss. The heat radiating between their
bodies was intense.

"Last night was so hot," Al breathed. "I hope you don't mind that I joined
you and your dad last night."

"Nah, man, I loved watching you screw Dad.  Watching some guy shove his
meat up there and start fucking him... I don't know why, but it's an
incredible sight."

Al was at a good fuck pace now, rubbing his cock all against Mike's. This
felt too good for both of them, and their breath was quickening.

"Your dad's so sexy," Al said, "I think it's pretty great that you and your
father fuck around."

"Yeah, it's unbelievable. Even looking at him gets me hard and horny." Mike
felt a spurt of precum shoot out against his cock. "Al,,,:

"Yeah, Mike?"

"Do you ever think about your dad that way?"

"Yeah, stud, I do.  All the time. I just know he has a big fat
cock. Sometimes I think what would it be like to be under him in bed
getting screwed by my dad. And that big dick of his fucking me and fucking
me harder until I can't see anymore and that hard cock... Oh, fuck I'm
shooting, Mike, fucking blowing my load."

Their orgasms were powerful and simultaneous. Torrent after torrent of hot,
white cream jetted between their torsos, making their jock muscles slick
with cum.

Al gave a couple more thrusts as the ooze continued to dribble out of his
cock head. "Thanks, buddy," he said, "that was incredible." He gave Mike
another deep, long kiss.

The two showered up and went downstairs. Dave was just finishing getting
breakfast ready. Mike watched as his father went about cooking in the nude
and couldn't help but think once more how sexy his father was. How lucky he
was to have found such a stud to fuck him and, if last night was any
indication, to fuck on a regular basis. And his dad, nonetheless! It was so
unbelievable and so hot. Mike had half a thought to walk up behind his
father and nestle his dick at that sweet, tight hole and start screwing
away. His prick gave a little jump at the idea, but he knew that what they
all three needed was a good solid breakfast after a night of nonstop
fucking.

So they all ate breakfast without any incident or too much conversation
even.  When they were done, Dave cleared the plates and began to do the
dishes. Mike leaned back in his chair and took a sip of coffee.

Al pulled his chair back from the table, and Mike could see that cock at
full mast, ready to go again. Al didn't say a word, just grinned and nodded
down to his cock. Mike grinned back and silently got out of his chair and
walked over to Al's.

Mike sat down on Al's lap. That nice hardon felt so good wedged into his
crack. Al wrapped his arms around in a hug as Mike began to rub his crack
along his prick. He looked over Mike's shoulder at Dave washing the
dishes. Even doing such a plain, domestic chore, Mike's father was
definitely hot. Al just wished he could look like that when he was in his
40s. He soaked in the sight of that powerful ass, the same ass that took
Al's and Mike's cock like a pro last night. That was one hot fuck-session,
Al thought.

He kept thinking about screwing that hot butt, when Mike reached down and
positioned Al's cockhead at his hole. Dave apparently had opened up Mike's
ass pretty good, because Al's dick slipped in without too much resistance.

What an amazing weekend it was, fucking the Petersons, father and son. Both
perfect specimens of pure, fuck-stud masculinity. Both tight, hot
asses. Both with that huge Peterson dick. Inch after inch of Al's thick
cock disappeared up Mike's jock ass.

"Oh, fuck me," Mike let out as he began to buck up and down on Al's
invading shaft.

Dave turned around and saw his son bouncing up and down on Al's prick. He
stared as Al's prick appeared and disappeared up between Mike's meaty
thighs. Dave loved his son's thighs. They were big and powerful. He loved
fucking his son from behind and holding on to those thighs, feeling their
bulk and the soft hair coating them, as he dicked his own boy.

Dave looked down and saw he had a big fuck-hardon. He stroked it until he
felt it harder than steel. He wanted his cock to be good and stiff for the
blowjob his son was going to give him.

Dave stepped up to Mike. He rubbed his dick head over his son's lips. His
cock drooled all over that perfect jock boy face, and occasionally Mike's
tongue would come out and lick away the salty precum and lick away at his
dad's cock.

His father could take no more, and eased his cock into Mike's hot, wet
mouth.  He grabbed the back of Mike's neck and began a deep thrust in and
out of the young man's gullet.

Mike sucked Dave's prick while riding Al's cock. After a few minutes, Dave
felt like he was going to blow down Mike's throat. That wouldn't be such a
bad thing, but he wanted this to last. Slowly, he withdrew from that expert
mouth. He slapped his son's face with his spit-slick, erect cock a few
times, then turned around, offering his firm butt.

Mike grabbed his father's ass cheeks. They felt so hard, firm and
round. With determination, he pried them apart, exposing the hairy crack
and the slightly open pucker that still showed signs of last night
fuck-assult. White, crusty cum deposits were visible everywhere and Mike
knew that he and Al must have shot a good fuckload of cream up his father's
ass. The very memory made his dick throb and his own ass clamp down on Al's
invading shaft.

"Ooh, yeah," Al purred, "my fuckbuddy really knows how to tighten that
ass. Making my dick feel real good."

Mike bucked back against the big dick right as Al was shoving in. The extra
penetration felt wonderful. In a rage of lust, he leaned forward and
started licking all along his father's crack. He could taste the
salty-sweet dried cum as his tongue made long, luxurious laps at his dad's
hole.

Dave's dick pounded harder and a drops of pre-cum splattered to the
floor. "Oh, son, that's it.  I want to feel your hot tongue deep up my
hole."

Al was getting turned on, too.  He hammered away at Mike's quarterback ass
and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Yeah, lick that hole, Peterson. I
want to see you eat your dad's ass."

Mike had finished licking the crack thoroughly, so that all the mansperm
traces were now gone and the whole crevice between Dave's melon-shaped ass
mounds was slick with spit. Rimming his father always got him horny, but
getting fucked at the same time was fantastic. It made him feel that the
wetness of Al's dick at his ass hole was somehow connected to his father's
wet mancrack rubbing against his face.

With a little more force, Mike pushed forward into Dave's hole, screwing
his tongue past the tight sphincter. Already well-fucked from the night
before, the juicy dadhole gave way and let Mike's hot tongue ease its way
in. The heat of his father's rectum and the strength of the ass cheeks were
nothing compared to the reservoir of spent cum that awaited Mike's
exploring tongue.

Crazed with lust, Mike started a full attack of that ass, lapping up the
cream that was now oozing out and fucking his tongue in and out of that
hole. He couldn't remember how many times he and Al had shot into his
father's ass last night, but Al's loads must have been as thick and copious
as his own. The trickle of pent-up sperm didn't stop. In fact, the deeper
Mike tongue-fucked his father and the more relaxed his dad's anus became,
the more manslime flowed from the bowels.

Al reached around and held Mike's chest as he fucked harder, bucking his
hips off the chair to shove more meat up his friend's hungry hole. He felt
something wet on his forearm and assumed that it was Mike's spit drooling
down. But it happened again, and it wasn't spit. It was the sperm he and
Mike had injected into Dave's horny ass.

That was it. Al torpedoed his load into Mike' butt. Mike could feel the
shots of hot jism flooding his bowels. Meanwhile, cum oozed down his chin
and neck there was so much of it, more than he could possible suck down his
throat while giving his dad the tongue-fucking he deserved.  Mike was lost
and in seconds his dick was spurting, shooting his son-seed all over Dave's
muscular legs. Gobs of cum clung to the hairs all up and down his
hamstrings.

Dave, too, had reached the threshold. He turned around and stuck his prick
in his son's mouth. The second it touched Mike's tongue, he shot, spewing a
mega-load. Uncontrollably, he pistoned his shooting cock in and out of
Mike's throat. Mike did his best to suck and swallow, which he was able to
manage he wanted his dad's cream so much. He worshiped that prick, wanted
it fucking his throat raw. He wanted his father to screw him into
submission.


As if he could read Mike's mind, Dave spoke. "That's it, son. Now it's time
for me to screw that sweet ass of yours."

The three got up and went to Dave's bedroom, where Dave and Al spent the
next hour taking turns on Mike's hot ass.

***

Eventually they was done, and the three men proceeded to shower and get
dressed. Eric would probably be home any minute, and besides, Dave had to
go into work for a half-day. He'd rather stay at work on Mike's big cock
and beautiful ass, but after that fuck they just had, maybe a little rest
from sex would be a good thing.

Mike, too, had plans to meet up with a friend for the afternoon. He almost
wanted to accompany his father to work. He just imagined himself bent over
his dad's desk, taking a hard pounding from his dad and all his office
mates. Shit, he had to think of something else. His dick was hard and ached
so much from the nonstop action.

Al figured he should get home. He lived in his own apartment, but was
supposed to help his parents move furniture today as they moved into a new
house. He couldn't forget what he had confessed to Mike this morning, about
wanting to get laid by his dad. He'd never admitted it to himself, really,
but now he thought about his father's fine figure, those strong arms and
powerful chest. It would be a long afternoon.

******


It was about 1 o'clock when Eric got home.  He was exhausted, and wanted
nothing more than to sleep. At the same time, he still felt wound up from
his night with Robert Powers. He was sad Robert was leaving town. God, how
he would miss that mammoth cock plowing his ass!

The house was deserted. Probably for the best, Eric thought. He knew he
looked like shit at the moment. A stop at the hallway mirror confirmed
this. He hadn't shaved and the stubble just made his face look more
tired. Still, even in his current sleep-deprived state, he looked at his
face and noticed something he hadn't noticed before: he was looking more
and more like a man, less like a high school kid. Of course, he wouldn't
fool anyone about his age, but he could begin to see what Bill or Robert
saw in him. He had really filled out this last year. It was a lot of work,
but it was beginning to pay off in a fine body and a more mature
appearance.

Eric peeled off his T-shirt. Yes, his chest was developing nicely. He
flexed his pecs and watched the mounds of muscle swell. Slowly he ran his
hand over the smooth flesh. His skin was hot to the touch and he could feel
his dick twitch in his shorts when he caressed his chest.

He imagined what Coach thought of his body. The idea that his muscles made
a man like Bill Powers hard and horny excited Eric. He let his hand wander
down to his crotch, where he gave his dick a good squeeze. Maybe a good
beat-off then he could nap a little while.

He walked upstairs then down the hall toward his room. That's when he
noticed it. At first it was just in his peripheral vision, but he noticed
it nonetheless. It was his father's bed. The bedroom door was open and Eric
could see the bed, with the afternoon sun shining on it. On the white
sheets, Eric could see cum. Not just a small patch, but everywhere:
splotches of sperm coated the sheet.

Eric knew he shouldn't go in, but he just had to. He walked up to the bed
and inspected it. He couldn't believe how much semen coated the area. Some
of it was dried up, some of it was fresh and still wet and glomming onto
the cloth. "Fuck," he whispered to himself, and stripped down his
shorts. He crawled naked into the bed. His dick had never been harder.

The sheet felt cold and wet against his skin, and the dried patches flaked
off as he rubbed his body against the fabric. This is all of dad's
fuckcream, Eric thought. Dad must have been jacking off nonstop lately. Or
maybe some other man had come and fucked his father's cum out of him. And
now Eric was rolling around in it, thrusting his hard cock into the cum-wet
sheet below him.

"Oh, dad, fuck me," Eric moaned as he groaned his pelvis harder into the
bed.  He thought about his dad's hot body and about the time he saw Dad
take it up the ass from Al. He imagined his dad and Al both on top of him,
taking turns screwing his hot teen ass.

Eric noticed a glob of semen by his face. Quickly, he began to lap at it,
sucking as much of the liquid out of the cotton as he could. It tasted so
good. God, he was eating his dad's cum! And feeling his dad's semen on his
chest, his legs, and best of all, his dick.

"Oh, yeah, dad, you're making your son cum. Oh, cumming so hard..."

Eric added his seed to the bedsheets. Overcome by exhaustion, he couldn't
even get up, and instead fell asleep in a glorious sea of cum.