Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2009 12:48:22 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Horny Dad Tales 3

Horny Dad Tales
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

Horny Dad Tales # 3
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The usual disclaimers apply: for adult readers only. Contains graphic
depictions of sexual activity between men, some of whom are related.


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Since I don't really believe in fate, let's just say I stumbled on it by
accident. I'm a typical jock in a typical suburban town. I like football,
parties, goofing around, and whacking off.  Not necessarily in that
order. I'd add fucking to the list but truth was I was pretty much a virgin
there, cause I'd walked around Franklin High School for four years with the
deep dark secret that Ben Jenkins, the crude, musclebound wide receiver on
the state champion team, liked guys. I still wasn't sure exactly what I
wanted to do with them, but I got that bloodrush to the head -- and to my
stiffer -- whenever I thought about Jake Edwards stripped down after the
game. My big jackoff fantasy was to imagine me and Jake just rubbing nude,
sweaty bodies against one another til we came.

One thing not on my list of favorite pasttimes was studying or homework. I
coasted by pretty well by the force of my goofy jock personality, but now
it was senior English and Mrs. Gladstone was busting my balls. Told me she
was gonna fail me unless I pulled a B on the final project, a video skit
based on a play we'd read. I'd skipped the day the class paired off for
groups, so Gladstone made me do mine by myself. "And this way you can't
coast on your classmates' work," she admonished, handing me the xeroxed
assignment sheet.

So that's why I was in my parent's room that day. When I'd called to ask
Mom where our video camera was, she told me it was gathering dust in the
upper shelf of the master bedroom closet. Dad had gone through a shutterbug
phase documenting every measly occasion before growing bored playing
cameraman.

"There it is," I muttered to myself and reached up to the far reaches of
the closet to pull it out. It was last season's model, but would do for
this project. Lightweight, and there was a tripod lying behind it, too.

Getting back to my room, I plopped down on the bed and tested the
battery. Surprisingly, it was still juiced. I refamiliarized myself with
the buttons and controls, then noticed a tape was still inserted in the
carriage. I laughed as I pictured what would be on there. Our summer
vacation drive across Kansas? One of the Franklin High ball games, the
field blocked by a bald head seated in front of my dad? Probably insanely
dull footage of the neighbor's bar mitzvah.

Curious, I plugged in the video output cord into my small TV and pressed
play.

Holy shit!

It was Frank Collins, a guy from my school. Actually, he graduated last
year and was playing football for State. Two things about Frank. First,
he's a little short for a football guy (5'9") but he's built. Brick
shithouse at 200 pounds, not a trace of it flab. Second, the guy's veins
must be swimming in testosterone, cause he's a furry gorrilla. Hair all
over except on the top of his head, where even at 19 the hairline was
receding.

I could see it all from head to toe... well to the ankle, where the frame
cut him off. The camera zoomed in tighter, focusing in on his meaty,
forested torso and hard shaft. Which he jostled hornily in his hand.

"Like that?" he asked someone out of the frame.

"Yeah," a deep voice grumbled. A familiar voice. "Stroke it."

The command turned Frank on. He began jacking off at a good pace and
undulating his hips. His round nuts bounced up and down in their sack,
slowly drawing up toward the hard jock spike.

"Turn over, son," the voice commanded.

Frank's expression broke into a nervous glance at the unseen man, then
smiled as he flipped his beefy body over on the mattress. Sensually, he
pushed his legs back and spread them just enough to make his firm ass
mounds part.

"Fuck, yeah. That's beautiful, boy." The man was entering the frame
now. Naked. Erect. He was just as big as Frank and just as hairy. Only
older. Mid-40s I'd guess. And he was crawling on top of the running back,
spreading the young man's thighs apart with his own furry legs.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out and reached for the pause button. I quickly fumbled
with my zipper and freed my hard cock. It was just like my jackoff dreams,
only real. Two men lying together, one on top of the other, rubbing against
each other. I started stroking my cock and pressed play again.

The two hairy studs continued where they'd left off. The older man pinning
the younger one beneath him. The two writhing, the man on top thrusting his
hips forward feverishly.

"That's nice," the older man said, "real nice."

"Yes, sir. Get me ready." Frank's head was rolling back against the older
man's neck.

That made the man laugh. "Ready? Boy, you been ready the last hour."

Frank's only reply was to hike his butt back.

Ready? I wondered. Then I heard the man's voice intone low and deep. "I've
gotta fuck you now, Frank. I can't wait any longer."

"Hold it," the man behind the camera cried as he quickly shifted position
behind the two on the bed, the lens pointed squarely at the two furry
asses. "OK."

The older man did not waste another moment. His dick pushed down into the
groove of the guy's butt and nudged against the vulnerable pucker. Then it
finally dawned on me. Damn, they were gonna fuck. Big Frank Collins was
going to get fucked in the ass in front of my very eyes. My hand was now a
blur on my prick, and I could barely breath or keep my eyes steady on the
screen.

"Unnnh!" Frank cried out, and the man's grunts were close behind.

"Holy fuck, Frank, you're still so fucking tight."

"That's it, Dad. Push it in. Unh! Fuck, you're big!"

"That's my boy. That's it Frank. Take your old man's cock. Four fucking
months without it huh?"

"Too long, Dad. Way too long to wait."

"You don't have to wait any longer, son. Daddy's here. Can't you feel my
balls press against you?"

I could see them. The camera wasn't missing anything.

"Yessir." Frank's normally gruff voice now meek and submissive.

"Damn, you're so tight!"

This was blowing my mind. I'd never met Mr. Collins before. What an
introduction! I had to let go of my dick before it exploded. As it was, my
stick was vibrating like mad, primed to go off at the slightest physical
stimulation. I was tempted to grip it and pump out a mad load, but I wanted
to watch more.

Mr. Collins held still a half minute while Frank's butt quivered and shook
beneath him. Then that full hairy rump raised up, extracting his heavy cock
from the depths of his son. The prick pulled out to the tip, then plunged
back in. "Whoo, boy," he groaned.

The camera looked down and showed the cameraman's cock. It was big. Bigger
than Mr. Collin's or Frank's. About two times as long, even. Nice nasty
length of fuck meat. I knew I had a bigger than average tool, but looking
down at my own hardon, I wondered how it would measure against this guy.

As the camera pulled back up, Mr. Collins was looking back over his
shoulder as he fucked away at Frank's rear. "You getting hard watching?" he
grinned.

"What do you think?" came an unmistakable baritone. Damn, it was my
father's voice. That same booming voice which all these years had comforted
me, punished me, and related to me as a friend as well as a parent.

Mr. Collins growl and pummeled Frank's upturned ass. "I'm thinking you'd
love to do this to Ben." Shivers raced down my spine the second he said
this.

"Ah Dad," Frank cried. "That's it. Hit that spot. Deep in
there. Yeah. Feels fucking great. I missed you fucking me, Dad. OH!"

Franks toes were curling and his back arching beneath his father's heaving
chest. He growled and I could make out a brutal stream of jism launch from
his angry-red prick.

"I missed you, too, boy," Mr. Collins huffed, his fuck pace speeding up
tried to catch up with his offspring's orgasm. Loud slapping sounds filled
the room as the man fucked his son harder and harder. I wasn't sure how
Frank could take the onslaught, but his body just lie limply in postcoital
sensation while his father fucked for his own pleasure.

"You ready, son?"

"Um-hmm," he nodded, eyes closed.

Mr. Collins thrust in hard and raised his upper body up on his extended
forearms. His eyes went into the back of his head. "Fuck!!!!" I saw his
body shake violently in what had to be a ball-draining orgasm. He opened
his eyes again and breathed out. "Wow!" he whispered. He patted Frank's
sweaty shoulder and dismounted his son.

He paused and ran his hands along Frank's furry butt
appreciatively. "Nice," he moaned, digging his fingers into the jock's
crevice, teasing the tender hole and digging out some of the sperm
deposit. Lazily, he traced circles on his son's exposed cheeks. Mr. Collins
then looked up. "You raring to go, Mike?"

"I thought you wouldn't ask," my dad said. The camera got passed between
them and it was a few seconds before it pointed again at the bed. Frank was
now lying on his back, and my dad was lying on top of him. The two were
kissing.

"Think you can handle my cock, Frank?"

Frank nodded. "Yessir. I want it." Hungrily his hands clutched at my dad's
muscular back. "Want it in me."

Dad growled and nuzzled his head in the crook of Frank's neck, licking the
knotted flesh and licking his way up to Frank's ear. "Can I fuck you
without a rubber? Take you like your daddy does? Huh? Gonna let me in
there."

"Fuck me, Mr. Jenkins. Stick it in." I could barely see between their
thighs to the spot of penetration, but I gathered by the athlete's grunts
that Dad was pushing his cock in.

"Thank you, boy. So hot. Trading fucks with your daddy. He left you pretty
wet, huh?"

"Yessir. My dad shoots a lot."

Dad choked back a grunt as he hit bottom and started fucking. "Yeah, pretty
impressive. I got a bigger cock than your daddy, huh?"

The voice behind the camera piped in. "Damnit, Mike, you're hung like a
goddamn mule, and you know it."

Frank wasn't speaking now. He just held on tightly to Dad and fucked
himself on my father's cock while Dad held still, patiently.

"Fuck, John, your boy's gonna fuck himself off on my donkey dick! Aren't
there any boys at State taking care of this ass?"

A laugh. "I guess not."

"You gonna share him with anyone else while he's home?" Talking to
Mr. Collins as if Frank weren't there. Weren't thrusting his open hole up
and down on Dad's erection.

"Yates wants a piece of him." The fucking noises were growing louder. "And
I owe Harrison a big poker debt."

Dad powerlifted Frank's body and speared him midair as the guy's legs
curled around Dad's waist. "You perv," he said to Mr. Collins.

"Hell, I'm not the one sucking off my boy in his sleep."

That did it. My sperm shot. Everywhere... over my dresser, over the TV, all
over the wallpaper. I don't know where it came from, it just all poured
out.

"Oh god!" I heard. I looked up to see my father still dressed in suit and
tie from work. He was out of breath, like he'd just raced home. "You found
the tape."