Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2010 12:36:32 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Horny Dad Tales 13: Chief's Boy

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

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


More dad-son shenanigans. The series has gotten a lot of great feedback, so
thanks to those readers out there who've taken a moment to write. Send
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Horny Dad Tales # 13
Chief's Boy

It was the most depraved sight young Kevin Durant had seen. Half a dozen
men's bodies piled onto his father's kingsized bed, an incredible pile of
sleeping cop flesh. With limbs intertwined, it was difficult to make out
who was who. The eighteen year old high school jock set down his bag of
clothes and gear he'd packed for the upcoming week's football camp and
squinted into the darkness of the bedroom. He recognized a couple of
guys... Frank Gelson, a family friend that Kevin had called Sarge growing
up and still knew as Sarge even though Gelson had long been promoted in the
ranks. He lay at the edge of the bed, his hairy chest rising and falling as
he slept... Reggie Washington, a chocolate-skinned black man with smooth,
muscular body and incredible arms that stretched the short sleeves of the
uniform in the summer. The rest seemed to the started young man an
indistinguishable mass of body parts and exposed skin. Beefy asses, sinewed
backs, beer bellies, and limp but full cop cocks.

Until Kevin saw a bobbing motion in the center. He was the only one with
his police cap still on; he had his head buried in the crotch of an older,
burly man. The town's police chief. Kevin's dad.

"Shitfire, Yates. You know how to suck!" Chief Durant's booming voice woke
up the other men, who began to stir on the oversized bed. Sounds of
man-to-man kissing accompanied the sloppy smacking of one hot
subordinate-boss blowjob.

The teen felt frozen in his tracks. He wanted to turn away but couldn't do
anything but watch his dad's cock get sucked deep into the beat officer's
wet, open, eager mouth. Maybe Kevin should have been warned of this scene
by the line of police cruisers in the driveway. But, damnit, his father had
sternly told him to come at 9AM sharp, so it was his fault. Since his
parents' separation, Kevin's world had turned upside down as he watched his
gruff bruiser of a career-cop Dad turn queer before his eyes. Kevin had
tried to be open minded when his father mentioned, offhand one fishing
trip, that he was dating men. But this was different. Having goddamned
orgies in his new house.

Just then, Chief Steven Durant's eyes popped open. It was his eldest boy
standing in the doorway, just looking, seething, watching. The boy was
shaking like a leaf. The police chief thought he could see a hardon in his
jeans.... maybe his imagination was getting away from him.

"Sorry, Kevin," he breathed in his croaking morning voice. "Just hold on a
sec and I'll be ready..." Intently, he looked down on Sgt. Yates doing a
number on his oversized joint. "You can wait in the living room if you
like..."

Kevin stood still. He was mesmerized by his father's prick. It was big. No
scratch that, it was huge. Big fat round billyclub of a throat
stretcher. Even from the distance, even in the dark, Kevin could watch the
wide red-brown circumcision ring pop in and out of the unknown policeman's
mouth. The girth was doing a number on the sergeant's jawopen throat,
pushing a wide lump in the neck with each upstroke.

As Steve looked up, he saw Kevin still there, not moving. "Or not," the man
added, a sinister lust-driven smile crossing his face.

He kept his eyes riveted to his boy's as he neared, then reached,
orgasm. Somehow, he'd lost control. It was his dick calling the shots these
days. His hormone-surging testicles making him do crazy shit, like taking
on half the force every other night of the week. Making him a bad father.

"Dad," Kevin started, as he heard the desk sergeant choke and cough on his
father's heavy load. The lusty cop soon sucked any spilled seed back into
his suctioning mouth. "I can, I mean, you want me to...?" Kevin didn't know
how to finish his question because he didn't know what he was asking. He
hoped his dad would ask for him.

Steve was gasping for air and could barely form words. His eyes half back
in his head he nodded for Kevin to approach the bed. "C'mon."

By now all the men on the Henderson City force were wide awake, their eyes
on the new arrival. They'd seen some wild times with the Chief but nothing
had prepared them for the erotic energy in the room right at that moment,
as the Chief's son slowly, hesitatingly joined the fuck party.

"Dad, I don't know if I can..." Still, he walked to the bed, where a fate
awaited him, only he wasn't sure just what yet. All he knew was that his
pounding heart and throbbing cock drove each step forward.  Til he felt a
man's rough hand touch him. Grazed his arm, then up the boy's
bicep. Sending the hairs on his arm straight up. He recognized Mike
O'Malley, a 6' tall married piece of Irish beef. Officer O'Malley's arm
reached around Kevin's waist, starting to pull him toward the horny
cop. Then, as if in afterthought he spoke up, "'s OK if I touch 'him
Chief?" Not even taking his eyes off the boy.

Chief Durant swallowed the knot in his throat and nodded his
assent. "Sure. He's open game to any of you fellas, but the boy calls the
shots, hear?" Then looking up at Kevin, "You OK with this son? It's your
party. Anything you ever wanted to explore... well here's the chance. Don't
have to feel nervous, just do what you want to do."

Kevin looked up from O'Malley and saw his father's steely gaze. The
paternal cock, which had gone soft after the blowjob was now erect and
pusling again. Kevin wanted to explore that erection, but he felt that was
too much, too fast. And right now, O'Malley was pulling Kevin's athletic
body into his lap. The high schooler resisted for a second, then relented
and felt his mass crush against the heavy cop muscle. Instantly, Mike's hot
kisses were attacking Kevin's neck, sending bolts of electricity straight
to his confused, overcharged crotch. Then he felt powerful hands turn his
head, then O'Malley's mouth against his... then his first man kiss. The
force and power and sheer forbidden nature made Kevin whimper.

O'Malley's hands were now taking off his T-shirt, undressing him.

"Hey Mikey, don't hog the kid. Let us share." Detective Roarke was getting
impatient, even though he sat on his buddy Greg's face enjoying a nice
deep-tongue rim. Roarke's hardon jutted high and leaked pearly lube down
its impressive length.

"I SAID," Chief Durant reprimanded. "Kevin's calling the shots, boys. What
part of that did you not understand?"

That froze O'Malley's attack long enough for Kevin to wriggle free,
panting, hard, but confused. He looked around the bed piled high with
cops. There was a new guy, about 25, not the most muscular man on the force
but he was handsome like a movie star. Beaming smile, sea-blue eyes, and
short blond-brown hair. Kevin crawled over and pushed his face against this
perfection.

The rookie cop, Ryan Dorsey, couldn't believe his luck. This teen was sex
on legs and didn't even know it. Immediately, he met the boy in a soulful,
passionate kiss as his more experienced hands reached down to caress the
bubble jock ass, the smooth lower back, the quivering upper
hamstrings. Gently, teasingly pushing his fingers into the heat of the
virginal teen crack. That really made Kevin moan and the sent a good pulse
of pre-cum onto Ryan's furry abs.

"Figures he'd go for the young guy," Frank Gelson intoned, a little
wistully.

Reggie laughed. "I seem to recall you were pretty eager to get Dorsey as
your riding partner."

"Yeah," O'Malley added, "you had a goofy grin on your face all of Rookie
Week."

By now, Kevin Durant was grunting loudly as that rookie swallowed his
aching prick. "Oh fuck! Fuck, guys, this shit's incredible."

The men laughed. "You got a bright boy, Chief."

Steve Durant leaned back and watched the proceedings. That desk sergeant
was now giving a tongue-worshipping on his asspucker as the Police Chief
spread his furry legs and watched his son get his first blow job. He knew
what he had said, about the boy calling the shots, and he meant it. Only he
desired more, wanted to get closer.

"Let's switch positions," he instructed the sergeant and got up on his
knees so the cop could eat him out from behind.

Kevin looked up from Ryan's bobbing face and saw his father facing him,
three feet away. He felt this need, this impulse. Slowly, his hand reached
forward. He father leaned in. Father and son connected, hand on hairy
chest.

"Touch me, son. Feel your dad's muscle."

Kevin looked up pleading, expecting. His father smiled, then bit his lip as
the sensation of his boy's sexual caresses teemed through his beefy
body. His fatherly cock was dripping majorly now.

The jock looked down at his dad's raging prick and noticed the desk
sergeant crouched behind him. "What's he doing Dad?" Kevin didn't want to
sound naive and he thought he knew the answer anyway, but couldn't believe
it.

"He's eating me out, son. Munching ass. Licking your daddy's hole." It was
so wrong to talk like this, to his own son nonetheless, but it felt
liberating to Steve. His prick was iron hard now.

Kevin paused a second to let the thought sink in. "God, that's nasty."

"Feels pretty good actually. You should let someone do it to you."

Kevin paused to reflect. He had to admit the idea turned him on a little,
but it also repulsed him. "Nah, I couldn't."

His father reassured him, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Don't
hafta. You're calling the shots, remember." The boy nodded. "Besides,
Ryan's blowjobs feel pretty good, huh?"

Kevin smiled and nodded. "Do BJs always feel this good?"

"Why don't you compare?"

The son's eyebrows raised in a question.

"You know, try a few of the other fellas out."

Kevin felt nervous again. The illusion was gone that he was a passive
recipient of the sexual advances of these overlusted men. If he went with
another guy it was because he wanted it. Wanted a blow job, wanted the
sex. And the guys would know he wanted it.

He reached down and guided Ryan's bobbing head off. "Thanks, man, you're
great, but I'm gonna give a couple of the others a try."

Ryan winked and nodded his understanding. Breathing deep he sat back on his
haunches. Reaching down, he pinched beneath his cockhead to control the
lust. He'd almost shot off sucking the boy.

Kevin looked around him, surveying the hunks. Six cops all looking at him
expectantly. Their pricks raging, their chests poked out, their gazes
boring into his soul. He could choose any one of them. The teen's attention
kept coming back to Gelson. Sarge. The man he'd practically grown up
with. He was big, burly, tall man with muscles and a healthy hairy beer
belly. Pure grade-A rack of cop meat.

"Gonna give old Sarge a try?" the man whispered. Boner sticking
high. Clearly excited.

Kevin felt a shiver as he looked at the forty-something man. He was in many
ways the opposite of the rookie cop. The teen's hands felt along the burly
body, cupping the man's bulging pecs, feeling the swell of his stomach. As
a devotee of men's fitness magazines and possessing a washboard stomach
himself, Kevin had never though of a man's belly as sexy. But at that
moment, combined with the feel of the man's upper-body muscle, the teen all
of a sudden felt the power and girth of that gut, and imagined he was
making out with one of the team's linebackers. Or with Coach Carroll.

Tentatively he reached down to touch Gelson's cock. Thick, rigid cop dick,
leaking right into Kevin's palm. The first dick he'd ever touched.

The manhandling got Frank's approval, "Yeah, Kevin, feel my meat. God, you
make me so fucking hard, stud." The heat and the ridges of his cock nearly
burned a brand into Kevin's palm.

Kevin looked up to see if the man was being sincere. The thought that he
turned this hunk of a man on excited him. The two's eyes locked.

"You embarrassed to kiss me in front of your daddy?" Gelson taunted.

Kevin looked over at his dad who was now embracing and kissing Reg
Washington, then turned back "Un unh," he grunted and leaned forward to
lock lips with Sarge. The man's thick tongue felt different on his lips, in
his mouth, than the rookie's had. It wasn't romantic or tentative. Kevin
felt possessed by the rough kiss.

Gelson broke the kiss. "You embarrassed to suck me in front of your dad?"

That made the jock pause. He hadn't counted on sucking dick. He had to
admit, the stiff police prick in his hand felt full, exciting. He wanted to
try it. Still...

He licked his lips and swallowed the spit that was collecting in his
mouth. "I don't... I never have."

"Just lick it til you're ready to stick the head in your mouth. Take only
what you can, son."

Kevin knelt down excited. The other policemen were watching him, expectant
and a little jealous. Chief's boy getting a lesson in cocksucking.

The jock groaned as his forehead pressed against the hairy cop gut and his
face wedged against that meaty cock. He put his tongue out and instantly
savored the hot, salty skin of the man's dick.

"That's it, son." This time it was his father urging him on. The jock
complied by lapping up the full, heavy length of the shaft. Up close,
Gelson sure seemed hung to fuck. Kevin had seen guys dicks in the locker
room, but this was a real man's dick, all right. When he got to the leaking
tip, he swirled his tongue around the glans, eliciting a moan of approval
from Sarge. Then, taking a deep breath, he plopped the fat shiny head into
his mouth. And descended. He felt nervous eating a man's dick like this,
but it felt right, too. Kevin felt the hard shaft push back into his oral
cavity and against his throat. Then, like magic, he felt his throat muscles
dilate a little and that magnificent rod push deeper.

"Holy fuck, Chief!" one of the men exclaimed. "Your boy's eating Gelson
like a champ."

Kevin was concentrating on handling Frank's piece when he felt a new
presence at his back side. Soft and wet, a tongue was licking all along his
exposed, upturned ass crevice, nuzzling in to lap at his hole. Holy fuck!
This was what his father had been experiencing. Unconsciously,
uncontrollably, Kevin hiked his round, smooth butt cheeks against the face
of the man eating him out. The assrimmer responded in kind, doubling his
assault.

It was O'Malley who gave a clue of who was doing it. "So hot,
Chief... watching you eat your own boy out."

Chief Durant grunted his reply straight into the smothered darkness of his
boy's asscrack. Never once coming up for air or for a break. His tonguework
- and the thought of his own father having sex with him - drove the younger
Durant mad with lust. His cock pulsed and his asshole fluttered like crazy
against his father's lips and expert tongue. "Oh, Dad!" he wanted to grunt,
but Frank Gelson's thick tool was pistoning in and out of the boy's mouth
at a good pace now.

It was almost too much. Just when Kevin thought his internal circuits were
going to trip, the rimming stopped and after a brief second something hard
pressed against his hole. Before the teen could register that it was his
father's cock, a few pre-cum wet inches bored their way into his anus.

"Dad!" he cried, this time freeing his mouth from Gelson's pile-drive.

He felt his father's thrust pause, felt the man's reassuring hands on his
back, soothing him. "'s OK son. But Daddy's gonna call the shots now." With
that, the horny police chief pushed his hips forward and fucked more of his
cock into this own boy. "Daddy's gotta fuck you, Sport. Hell, yeah." Now
that fatherly cock was buried deep, all the way inside his son's heated
bowels.

Kevin felt tears welling in his eyes, but through the discomfort, it felt
good. Felt good to be broken in like this. By his cop father.

The men on the bed were all encouraging the hot incest scene in front of
them.

"Fuck him, Chief!"

"So hot, sir."

"Go on, Steve." This from Gelson, the only one to address Durant by his
first name. He'd taken a break from the face fucking in order to
concentrate on the dad-son cherry popping he was witnessing. His prick had
never been harder.

The chief nodded at his best friend and subordinate and pulled his hips
back. Then fucked a hard thrust right into this boy. Then again. Breathing
hard, he acted as if he was trying to hold back his nut. "Nice, tight ass,
Sport. Daddy's not gonna last long." He continued with the long shafting,
nuts now swinging in their sac and bouncing against his son's perineum.

Kevin was panting, too. "Me neither Dad. God, your dick... so big... so
good."

The elder Durant was going to tell his boy to get his nut off, but he was
too engrossed in his own orgasm. Rapidly he fucked Kevin as his cock
spurted the familial seed into his son's violated ass. The man couldn't
speak, just huff and puff as his first son-fucking experience drove him out
of his mind, nearly out of consciousness.

Kevin was feeling the same thing, only from the inside out. His father's
cock punched against something deep inside him til he felt convulsions
wrack his body. When he came to, his father's weight slumped against his
back, pushing both of them to a flat prostrate position on the bed. The
young jock felt his father's heavy breathing against his neck, then soft
kisses.

"Thanks, son," Steve purred, "That was fucking incredible."

Kevin turned his head, and father and son craned so that their lips
together in their first kiss.

At that moment, the horny spectators started spraying the dad-son duo with
their ejaculations raining sperm down on the Durant men.