Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2015 21:51:47 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Horny Dad Tales: Christmas Present

Horny Dad Tales
Bill Drake

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Horny Dad Tales #20
Christmas Present

At 20 years old I felt on top of the world.

Particularly when I lifted my head up and was face to face with a forest of
soft man fur wetted down with saliva. My own face was wet with my spit, as
I reached into my mouth and extracted a few wavy hairs from my
teeth. Before me two brawny buns of a fit, muscular 44 year old man - my
father - clenched in anticipation, horniness or both. I laughed a little at
the lewd sight and used my hands to pry apart his butt cheeks. I worked up
some more spittle and hocked it right onto the pink pucker, the only spot
that was bare of fur. The bare anus spasmed and dilated slightly, almost
sucking my spittle inside.

Just an hour ago we'd been talking about my decision to become an economics
major and plan for B school.

"Having fun, Dad?" I teased, pressing my thumb against his elastic rosebud
and moaning a little as the digit sank into the soft-firm warmth of his
rectum. That drew a hiss of air from my old man and a hiking up his butt.

"Oh fuck, Kyle, you're driving me crazy." He writhed on the mattress of his
bed... what for the last three days had been our bed. The grinding and
perched angle drove more of my thumb deep into him, burying it up to the
knuckle. "You've been working me over for an hour now."

I thought he was exaggerating but I looked at the clock. Hour and ten
minutes to be exact. I loved to eat ass and Dad's was the inspiration of
some of my best work.

"It's my last night here, I wanna make it special."

"Fuck, Sport, I don't know how much more special this can get," he growled
softly.

I started kissing up his spine, slowly tracing my way with my mouth and
tongue. Unlike his fuzz-covered butt, Dad's back was nice and smooth, a
pure display of sinewed muscle he kept in tip-top shape. Don't get me
wrong: Dad looked every bit like a man in his 40s, with telltale love
handles clinging to the midsection, but my mechanical engineer of a father
worked out religiously, and times like this I could reap the benefit. The
muscle was hard and seasoned, and his skin had that appealing
rough-smoothness that only older guys have. Only the green eyes and dimples
made him look younger than his age.

My lips kissed the back of his neck as my dripping cock nudged into his
crack. I knew after the spit shine and finger work I just gave his hole, I
wouldn't need any lube. As it was, my prick was spurting pre like mad, and
I nestled into the spit-soaked environs of his hole. Which I swear was
trying to suck me in with a million small spasms against the sensitive
head.

A question occurred to me. Don't ask me how I'd never thought about it
before. "Dad," I said, the hard wet spike of my dick starting to press
inward. "How come your back's so smooth?"  The more I teased his hole, the
more he moaned. "You're such a hairy guy."

I fucked in. For real this time, and open sesame! My cock wedged inside the
snug confines of Dad's ass. Now it was my time to moan. Maybe I'm biased
cause he's my Dad but Dan Collins has got the most amazing ass in the
world. One reason I like to extend the foreplay and asseating sessions is
because I usually get off quick once I'm buried inside him.

I was almost lost in the power-trip fantasy build up I get when I'm topping
the man who sired and raised me. But then, his voice broke the reverie. "I
get it waxed."

I stopped my in thrust a minute and leaned up. Cock wedged inside my dad, I
reached down and examined the smooth, bulging back muscle. We had the same
genes and body type, but my build was just now filling out. Dad had a good
twenty plus years on me.

"Yeah?" I asked. "How often?" I gave a little thrust inward, and pulled
out, savoring the tightness of his insides.

"Every couple months. I grow in pretty fast. Your mom didn't like it." He
hiked his butt up against my hips a little, whether to get my prick deeper
in him or as a sign of encouragement, I don't know.

I laughed. I loved Mom but I could see why Dad divorced her. She definitely
did not appreciate the man the way he deserved. "She didn't like to suck
your dick either."

"Or swallow," he added, reminding me of my favorite part.

I pulled out my cock, letting the dick head rest right inside his ring so I
could look down and see my cockshaft just barely buried inside him. His
buttcheeks clenched lewdly against the slick dickhead. The contrast between
his hairy butt and his hairless back was pretty incredible. I had a
thought.

"I want you to grow it out," I said. Slowly, assertively, I pushed my
ramrod hard prick back in.

"Yeah?" the idea intrigued him.

"Fuck yeah. I wanna fuck my big, butch hairy dad. Fucking hair all over,
big fuck...."

My sex talk was getting incoherent now, a sign that my wires were gonna
trip and soon.

Suddenly I heaved my body forward and buried eight inches deep. With a
sound that resembled trampled bagpipes I had my orgasm. By now, Dad was
used to his son's intense, heavy ejaculations, my body trembling and
holding still as I nutted in several hard heavy sperm jets inside him.

I was always smiling a huge smile of satisfaction as I dismounted, but
Dad's look was intent and full of lust. Flipping over, he showed off his
prick, angry, neglected and leaking enough fatherly precum to produce me a
few more brothers.

"Suck me Kyle," he commanded quietly.

Sensing the urgency, I leaned forward and licked up the sap out of the
reservoir of the foreskin quickly before taking his bloated head in my
mouth, then swallowing. This time, Dad did most of the work, holding my
head steady and gripping the hairs on the back of my head with his strong
fingers. Normally he wasn't so rough with me but tonight the urgency drove
both of us to fellatio like this. Me passive and receptive, Dad mouth
fucking me.

Dad's not quite as hung as I am but his equipment is plenty big enough. I
did my best to accommodate it, sucking between breaths and swallows of
saliva and opening the back of my throat up.

"Oh Kyle, that's it, boy. Swallow your father. Yeah, it's daddy's turn
now. Daddy's turn to cum." His thrusts got firmer, more insistent. "Gonna
come now, son."

Then, bam, I was drinking Dad's briny sperm.

The kiss we had afterwards was amazing, filled with happiness and mutual
longing.

"I can't believe you're going off tomorrow," he finally whispered.

"Me either, Dad," I said, my voice catching. "I kinda don't want to go."

He held my close, clapping my back affectionately. "You'll be back for
Christmas break. Maybe you can convince your mother to let me have you a
few days longer."

*********

I didn't have to wait till Christmas. Dad Skyped me one night,
excited. "What are you doing the weekend of the 10th?" he blurted out.

"I don't know. I hadn't really planned that fa..."

He interrupted me. "You get the Monday off? It's Columbus Day."

"I dunno. I think so. Let me check." I checked my phone. Yep, Monday off. I
told Dad.

"Good. I'm buying you a ticket to fly home that weekend. That is, if you
don't mind spending some time visiting your father."

"When do I ever mind, Dad?"

"Well, as I've said before... if you ever want to stop what we got going
on, or think it gets too much..." He never finished the sentences when he
started these stern, responsible father-son talks, but it didn't matter. My
reply was always the same.

"If I do, I'll tell you. But it's not going to happen."

That made Dad smile. "Cool. Well, if you ever want to talk about things,
I'm here."

"I do have something I want to bring up."

He got into Serious Dad mode all of a sudden. "Sure, son. Shoot."

I stood up in my seat, so Dad had a front-row view of my crotch. I had on
my favorite pair of sweats and already I was boning up in them. Seeing
Dad's name pop on Skype always did that to me. Impishly, I grabbed the
waist and pulled them down. My boner popped up proud and high. "He's missed
you," I said, and started fisting my rod.

Dad laughed. "I've missed him, too." I didn't have the best view of the
screen but I could tell my father was unzipping his khakis. Pulling out his
dick. "I don't know if I ever told you this, but I'm glad we left you
uncut." Maybe it's my girth, but I don't have a big loose piece of foreskin
like Dad does but rather a hood that clings snugly to head. Especially when
I'm hard.

"Me too," I said, plopping back down in my chair so I could get a better
view of Dad stroking off. "Like father, like son."

"Like father, like son," he said as we began to stroke in unison. Then,
after a minute of silent jerking, "I'm not gonna last long tonight, Kyle."

"Me either, Dad. Go ahead. Go for it."

"Yeah? Want to see your Dad nut? Looking forward to fucking the cum out of
me next time? Or you gonna have me save it for your mouth? You give the
best fucking blow jobs Kyle. My own son for Christsake blowing me. Fuck!"

White jets of sperm splattered all over his business-casual polo shirt,
soaking the fabric in criss-cross patterns.

That did it for me. My cock spurted out its fresh seed. Not the most
mammoth load I've shot, but not bad for a regular Tuesday night.

"Hot damn, Dad. You get me going."

"Right back at you son." He was wiping the sperm off on his now soiled
shirt. "See you in a few weeks."


*********

We fucked nonstop that long weekend I came home. Barely left the bedroom. I
was a little scared by how eager we were for each other, but it also felt
right. I hadn't thought much about my request, but sure enough, Dad had
skipped a wax session. Already short dark hairs were sprouting up all over
his back and shoulders. I couldn't keep my hands off him.

"You're hairier than I expected," I said.

"Too much?" he asked as I rubbed the brawn in a lazy half-massage. To my
surprise I was boning up for the third time that morning.

"Fuck no." My fingers ran down the bristly back till I reached the more
familiar fur of his buttocks. I go back and forth, exploring the
difference, imagining what it will be like when the two are matched up. I'm
leaking and fully erect now.

I dug into the ass cleft with three finger, pushing into the crevice and
seeking out Dad's asshole. The outside was flaked with dried cum, but the
center was still wet with lubricant and a good deal of my sperm. I teased
it and it rewarded me by clenching open and shut against my finger.

"I've never asked you this, Dad," I said, getting up the nerve. I didn't
want to break the spell that'd developed between us. But I had to ask. "But
why do you let me fuck you?"

"Whaddya mean?" His face is still down in the pillow, enjoying my massage,
and his voice is half-muted.

"Ever since we first tried it, it's always been that way me on top, you on
bottom." My breath was getting shorter as my finger twisted past his
sphincter and into the cum reservoir pooled just inside.

Dad thrust his ass up. Signaling he wanted another fuck. Maybe not in a
hurry for it, but saying it's OK, son, fuck me. Giving me permission not to
ask for permission. I started diddling him, gently but insistently.

"You want to reverse roles? See what it's like?" he asked.

I thought just a half second, then answered. "No. Not really. I like
fucking. I just want to make sure..."

"I enjoy it, Kyle," Dad assured me. "But more than that I do it because you
like it. I like seeing you get off. Feeling you get off. It's a big rush."

I pulled my hand out. Replaced it with my cock. I was fucking Dad once
again. Third time that morning. "Damn, Dad," I sighed.

"Listen son," he said as my dick sunk in. "I, well, I spent my life in a
position of authority. Raising you, laying down the rules, telling you what
to do."

His words hung heavy in the air. Sinking into my consciousness as heavy as
my cock into his physical body. I pulled out slowly, then quickly pushed
back in. And again. Fucking.

"And now," he continued, his upper body relaxed in passivity, his head
lowered still. "I like having you take charge like this. I like how you
need your old man like this."

"Fuck dad," I muttered. "I need you bad." I fucked harder, then stopped for
a second. "Flip over," I said.

The view the way was just as awesome. Dan Collins, my father, legs up,
leaning back, erect and balls drawn as I fucked him face to face.

"Remember what you said a few weeks ago?" I growled, entering a deeper
layer of fuck trance.

He gave me a puzzled look.

"About fucking the cum out of you. I wanna do it, Dad. I want to control
your ejaculation. I want to make you do it."

He nodded at me, unable to speak, almost choking back tears he was so
horny. His cock quivered, and he did it. First dribbles of liquid spray
then heavy cross crosses of thick white sperm jetted out over his hairy
chest.

Dad came.

*********

It was two days before Christmas the next time I saw him. I was off on
break, but I had to go visit Mom first for a few days. It was good to have
some home cooking and all, but the whole time I pined to get away. I was
tempted to jerk off for relief but I also wanted to save it up for Dad.

I found myself practically running to the door of his townhouse that day,
keys trembling in hand, as I fumbled with the front door lock.

"Hey Dad!" I called from the foyer where I laid my bags down. It was
probably impatient of me to be standing there with a massive full-blown
hardon in my jeans thinking nothing of sex, but I'd put off gratification
for too long.

I walked down the hall where I saw my father walk toward me, dressed only
in a robe. He didn't say anything, which told me he was just as hungry and
eager as I was. His face was covered in stubble, which he sometimes let
grow out when he was off work. It bristled against my face as we leaned
toward one another.

Our lips met. Then tongue. Dad and I made out like separated lovers, which
I guess we were. I'd have to reflect on what this meant. For now, I just
wanted him.

My hands parted his robe and felt along the burly chest and the thick hair,
which was starting to show specks of gray in the dark brown. Fucking
gorgeous sight. I pushed down further, over the slight swell of his firm
gut. His robe separated, and I was greeted with the vision of his hardon,
foreskin collected and drooping at the tip, where a cascade of clear liquid
pooled. Dad had definitely spent the afternoon in anticipation. I dropped
to my knees. Took him into my mouth. Serviced my father.

"Kyle Edward Collins," he moaned, "suck me. Suck daddy, Kyle. Suck my
cock." I thought he fuck my face like he sometimes did when he got horny,
but this time his hips were stationary and he let me do the work. Bobbing,
sucking, opening my gullet to his spike. Then pulling my mouth back up to
the head to tease the tip again. Then repeating.

Dad's penis is an inch shorter than mine but at that moment it felt big,
real big. Like I wasn't sure how I was gonna stuff it in my mouth big. But
I did. Gobbled it up, then came back up for air. I squeezed his cock and
felt a big gob of pre fill my oral cavity. I did it again. Then I swallowed
deep and came back up. I'd practiced my technique by now, and Dad couldn't
hold off long. I tasted his familiar alkaline saltiness on my tongue as he
discharged in his son's mouth.

I let him ride the waves of his orgasm, then turned him around. Lifted up
his robe to see that magnificent hairy ass and dove right in. Licking,
munching, hungry like a starved man. I was gonna munch his dad hole like
he'd never had it eaten before. My tongue corkscrewed its way inside his
fresh hole, teasing it with the tongue tip before withdrawing for long
heavy swipes around his rim. Then pushing back in.

I was going insane but nothing prepared me for the next surprise. Dad let
the robe fall of his shoulders, onto the floor. He was nude now and his
bare back had grown completely in. Hair everywhere, curly man fur on his
ass, up the small of his back and especially on the wide lats and thick
delts. Dark brown hair everywhere. It was an obscene and crazy hot sight.

"You like it?" he asked, hesitant. I could tell he'd never encountered
anyone that found his hirsute nature sexy. Till now.

I stood up, gripping my angry, neglected cock, half to guide it and half to
keep my orgasm in check. I quickly nudged it in place and pushed. I should
have been gentler but I knew I had only seconds to work with. Just two
strokes. I fucked in, and out, and in again, and it started. The deepest,
nastiest orgasm of my young adult life. I lost my breath and almost lost
consciousness.

I held on tightly as I recovered, savoring in the tight wetness of his hole
and the soft scratchiness of his back hair against my chest.

"I take that as a yes," Dad said, his own prick charged up and dripping
again.