Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2013 12:18:19 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Horny Dad Tales: Kev and Mr. B

Horny Dad Tales
Bill Drake

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Horny Dad Tales # 18 Kev and Mr. B


I looked down at my dick, which was throbbing hard and slick-wet. Kevin's
tongue lapped at it, sucking his own spit off the hard staff. He pulled
back a little, running his fingers along my nutsac.

"Looks like these fellows are ready to blow," he observed, teasing my balls
heavy with sperm and now clinging hard to my cock.

"Been wanting to the last fifteen minutes," I gasped. "Don't know how you
keep me on edge, bud."

I had to admire the view. Kevin Bailey was a star tight end on our high
school team. He was tall and big, really beefy for a kid his age, and it
took his senior year before he came out of his shell: he shaved his
scraggly hair to a crew cut, started paying attention to the way he
dressed, and was steadily banging his way through the cheerleader squad.

Fortunately, for me, Kev's even more of a dick hound. Loved sucking it,
loved rubbing it, loved taking it up his hard, buff ass. I told myself
throughout my first years of high school that I didn't have the hots for my
teammate and best friend. There were tons of men around to fantasize about,
and lately my thoughts had been drifting toward what it would be like to
have sex with an older guy. Like Larry Wilson, my police-officer neighbor,
or the guy who ran the hardware store where Kevin worked on weekends.

But one night Kev and I had scored a bottle of JIm Beam and were nursing a
good buzz when it just happened. A quarterback kissing his tight end right
in a car in a deserted parking lot.

Then, like now, he went down on me, my hands gripping the back of his head
and feeling the hard-soft bristle of his short hair, then using my force to
pound my dick in. Kevin gulped and moaned but I could tell he loved it. So
did I.

No holding back now, I punched in seven solid strokes til my nuts couldn't
take any more and suddenly the hot, full load was traveling up my stalk and
sperming Kev's hot mouth.

I was catching my breath when my friend heaved his big body up and lay next
to me, covering my mouth with his. My jizz still fresh, I could taste it as
we made out. I finally broke the kiss.

"Your turn, bud. I bet you gotta get off big."

The big bruiser blushed and bit his lip. "I already did, Jeff."

I looked down where the football player's cum pooled up on my
mattress. Nice, thick globs were everywhere. I laughed, and soon Kevin
joined me. Soon we were kissing again and exploring each other's muscular
bodies with eager hands.

"I'm glad you're into this, buddy," I growled into his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck, yeah, I feel I can go all night." Rolling on top of him, I grabbed
his wrists and pinned them back behind him playfully.

"Hey Captain..." His nickname for me. It started as a joke after I was
named Team Captain after a particularly good performance in a close game
against Masterson High. Soon, the name stuck.

"Yeah?" My boner was impatiently nudging Kev's hard gut.

"I gotta tell you something, but you gotta promise you're not gonna hate
me."

"Hate you? Jesus, Kevin, what is it?" God, he looked hot pinned beneath me,
his underarm hair showing beneath the heavy knots of his bicep muscle.

"It's nothing to do with you, but I'm worried... well, worried that you're
gonna be ashamed to be my bud after you find out."

A dozen possibilities went through my head, but I checked myself. I was the
gay QB here who'd lived the last years terrified Kevin would disown me as a
friend. Now he was feeling something similar. "Ain't gonna happen bud. I
promise."

He hesitated, looking me square in the eye. "And you gotta promise not to
tell a living soul."

This one was easy. "Promise." I'd take a secret from Kevin to the grave.

"Well, it's my dad. He and I.... we have sex."

I know my eyes widened but I tried not to let on that anything was
unusual. I half thought Kevin was pulling my leg but didn't want to say
anything in case he wasn't. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I guess that's how I knew I'd like it with you. Dad and I fuck
couple times a week. Sometimes I suck him off after work. Sick, huh?" His
face burned red in shame.

I couldn't resist reaching down and stroking his cheek. "Man, Kevin, I'm
not gonna judge you. I mean it's a little weird, but I, uh...." I couldn't
finish my sentence but my prick did. It was hardening pretty fast between
our bodies.

Kevin definitely felt it. His look of dread transformed into a sly
smile. "You devil," he teased. "And here I thought I was the only perverted
one."

It was my turn to be embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Kevin. I mean, he's your Dad
and I shouldn't be thinking about him that way."

"'s OK, Cap. My father turns me on, you get turned on by the thought of me
and him doing it." HIs hips were thrusting back against mine, and our lips
met again. We were definitely revving up for round two.  "Or," he
continued, "do you just have the hots for him? My dad."

"Both," I answered assuredly, my hard prick rubbing against my buddy's
furry gut. "Oh, fuck!" I gasped, feeling a sense of sexual taboo I never
had before.

"You gonna fuck me, Captain?" Kevin asked, scooting his ass in position and
spreading his legs, hooking is calves around my waist. "You gonna fuck me
while I tell you about how my daddy fucks me."

"Jesus Christ," I muttered reaching over to find my lubricant. Not time for
precision application, I just squired the liquid all over the place and
started pushing my cock into him.

"Aw, yeah, that's it. Push that cock right into me, Cap."

"Fuck yeah, Kev. You want my meat bad."

"Like you wouldn't believe, man. Punch it in me. Yeah, like that. All the
fucking way."

I did as he ordered, as my hormones ordered. With the minimum of
preliminaries I was fucking my bud.

"Who's better?" I huffed, pounding my cock deep into his bowels. "Me or
your dad?"

The very question made Kevin's hardon bounce on his gut, pritzing pre-fuck
juice everywhere. "Aw, man, I can't say. Your dick is bigger than Dad's."

"Yeah?" I asked. I definitely had a bigger cock than Kevin's - both longer
and fatter - and I got a rush every time he praised my size. I punched in
at a slightly different angle to see what reaction I'd get.

"Fuck yeah, you're huge, Jeff. But you know that."

I grinned.

"It makes me feel good."

"My dick in you?"

"Yeah, your big honking dick. Thrusting in me, bud. Thing is...."

"What?"

"You can't imagine how incredibly insanely hot it is to be screwed by your
own dad."

I had a mental image of Mr. Bailey fucking Kevin and almost lost it then.
Then, in a nasty thought entered my head. "Think I should try it? With my
old man?"

That made Kevin's eyes widen. "You get fucked?" All this time I'd pretty
much been fucker rather than fuckee.

"Maybe Dad should be the one to break me in."

"Wow, Mr. Case fucking you... I think your dad is hot."

I'd never thought of him that way. My dad's pretty cool but he's a little
overweight and, well, just pretty average. "Your dad's hotter," I said.

With that I started to cum inside Kevin.


****

From then on, we talked about our dads from time to time, particularly when
we wanted to get real turned on, but I thought I was just that: talk.

Till one Friday I was staying over at Kevin's. We kind of camped out in the
basement rec room, while his parents and sister stayed upstairs. We always
had all the privacy we wanted to fuck around in between playing video
games. I'd saved up my load all week so knew I was good for at least three
rounds that night.

Only Mr. Bailey knocked and started coming down the stairs. He wore only a
towel around his waist, revealing his burly, hairy body to me and
Kevin. "Sorry to bother you fellows, but I wanted to use the shower down
here. Kevin's mother's decided to take a bubble bath tonight."

Kevin basically muttered out an OK, but I was speechless. John Bailey was
hot! Big, brawny, muscular, just like his son but even bigger. Salt and
pepper hair and his build type gave away the fact he was in his mid 40s but
otherwise he was in tip-top shape, with a flat stomach and solid arm
definition. Best of all, full meaty nipples protruded out from his wide
chest. Nice swirls of chest hair became to a mat of fur leading to his
hidden crotch.

The minute he closed the door to the basement bathroom, Kevin was on me,
kissing me, sticking his thick tongue in my mouth and gripping my cock
through my shorts. It was already hardening.

The idea that we were making out with his dad in the next room turned me on
even more. Then, just as the sound of water stopped, Kevin pulled back,
hopping into an armchair across from me. An impish grin on his face. Fuck!
Our cocks were both tenting up majorly now, and I did my best to catch my
breath.

The door opened and Kevin's dad stepped out. This time, Mr. Bailey wasn't
wearing the towel. His nude body was displayed for our gaze and his cock
hung heavy and soft between his furry thighs. That dick was my vision of
male perfection. Full, large... promising the power it would hold in its
erect state. I guess I'd been thinking a lot lately of what an older man's
dick would look like, and Kevin's father surpassed my expectations.

"Thanks, guys. Again, sorry to bother you." Casually toweling of his chest,
midsection, and back, he made no move from his stance in front of us. His
prick swung softly in front of him after the towel wiped it dry.

"It's OK, Mr. B." I blurted out, my breath quickening. "We don't mind some
company."

It was a dumb thing to say, maybe, but I think the man liked my answer. He
looked directly at me, a slight smile on his face but otherwise silent. His
eyes swept down my body till I knew he could see the outline of my cock. He
stared and his own prick started to flesh out, til the daddy erection poked
out between his legs, first plumping out in front of him, then starting its
path up toward the ceiling.

The whole time he looked at me with expectation. I couldn't decide whether
to look into his steely gaze or his hardening dick.

"You got a nice boner, Mr. B," I finally said.

"Glad you like it Jeff," the man said, his voice now soft but low. "Kevin
says you like to fuck,"

I looked over at my friend. He had a hangdog look, like he knew I was gonna
be upset he told his Dad about us. I was too turned on to care,
though. Looking back at Mr. Bailey, I nodded. "Yeah. I do."

Slowly, I pulled my shorts down til my erect stalk snapped up, hard and
heavy.

"Damn, you're hung," Mr. Bailey whistled. "No wonder they call you and
Kevin the Dream Team." A term Coach Gelson had started. Don't think this
was what Coach had in mind. He then turned to Kevin. "He really fucks you
with that thing?"

Kevin, now eager that something was about to happen, nodded. "Yeah Dad. He
knows what to do with it, too." Their eyes locked, communicating something
primal that only father and son could share. I was happy to be the third
wheel.

Kev's Dad then asked me. "Is that right? Who taught you how to fuck?"

I shook my head. "No one, sir. Guess I just took to it."

He paused and sized me up. Taking slow steps toward me, his cock bounced
and swayed a little.  Damn, it was a beauty. Mr. B had a grade-A perfect
erection. Not as big as mine, but a nice full size, with a perfect straight
shape. "A natural, huh? You guys are usually the best at it." He turned
around and all of a sudden I had a vision of the most beautiful, full man
ass in existence. Round, hairy, masculine. My dick liked it. A lot. It
started smacking against my abs with each heart beat. Bailey kept backing
up. Hiking his butt up a little, spreading his legs out. I could see the
hairy asscleft in front of me.

I greedily grabbed his full, masculine butt cheeks, using my grip to pry
them apart. My heart about stopped as I exposed the deep hairy trench and a
nice red-pink daddy hole - taut but not clenched. The fresh smell of shower
gel wafted into my nose, along with the heat and smell of another man.

"Man, Mr. B," I couldn't help exclaiming. "You got a hot hole."

"Yeah?" he laughed, clearly enjoying my appreciation.

"Fuck yeah, Nice hot daddy fuckhole," I growled, right before I leaned
forward to complete the action. My face buried in my best friend's dad's
ass. With his son watching. I started licking, pushing my tongue into the
soft wet fur lining the trench. Soon I was zeroing in to the soft, hot
manhole, the one place there was a break in the hair. My tongue flittered
and I heard a loud moan emanate from Mr. B.

"Damn, Jeff, that's it. Lick my nasty dadhole." He reached behind and
grabbed my head, holding me in place so I would move away from prime
asslicking position. It wasn't necessary: I wasn't going anywhere anytime
soon. I started a nice rhythm, going from rim-licking to deep tongue
penetration and back, throwing a few long, wide swipes.

It was hard to hear with my face buried between Mr. Bailey's muscular
cheeks, but I heard him speak to Kevin. "He do this for you, son?"

As if by sixth sense I knew Kev was watching the scene wide-eyed and
jacking his thick tight-end cock. "Nah. Not yet."

"He must be a natural at this, too." He started rotating his hips, which
meant his trench was rubbing all along my face. I wasn't gonna give up
control without a fight. I reached up and grabbed the sides of his hips and
held them as still as I could while my tongue powerdrilled the man's horny
hole. He finally relaxed and let me tongue-worship his anus. "Damn! Leave
it to my son to find a talented top."

"He's good, Dad?"

"Amazing. Your friend has a real big tongue. Makes me want to get fucked so
bad."

Hearing Kevin's dad say that, in his deep masculine voice, only egged me
on. I drilled his hole double time and kneaded his butt cheeks
possessively.

"Oh, yeah, ya like the idea, huh, kid? Eat my hole out man."

"His dick's leaking pretty bad, Dad." I could sense my best friend was
getting neared but I almost jumped in shock when I felt his warm
cocksucking mouth descend on me.

"That's it, Kev," I heard the father say. "Suck his motherfuckin'
cock. Show him you know how to treat a top right."

Normally my friend gave pretty awesome head, but on this occasion, he went
beyond the call of duty, hoovering my stick to the base and doing something
with his tongue that was gonna send me to the stars. Quick.

Haltingly, I pulled my face out of Daddy's now spit-slick butt crack and
reached down to pull Kevin off my prick.  "Easy buddy," I said, with a
gentle pat to the side of his head. "I don't wanna blow yet."

Kevin smiled and scrambled out from under his father. He stood up, nude and
erect, his heart racing, with a look on his face as if wondering what he
should do.

I took charge, guiding Mr. Bailey to bend over the couch, positioning him
so he could spread his legs and prop up his weight with his upper
body. "Wider!" I ordered, gently kicking his legs apart. He complied, and
now I once again had an amazing view of that ass trenched bared and ready
for exploration.

I started to kneel down to commence my handiwork, but then got struck with
a new inspiration. I looked over at my beefy fuckbuddy. "Kev, why don't you
put that dick in your dad's mouth?"

Kevin paused, a little shellshocked at the idea. I could tell it had never
occurred to him. Or if it had, it was a thought he'd been too afraid to
follow through with.

"But Cap... I umh... he never has..." I noticed his prick hadn't softened
one bit.

"I don't fucking care. I want to see your father suck your dick."

I half expected Mr. B to object. To stand up and put his foot down and say
there was no way he was sucking his son's prick. instead, the burly man
leaned forward steady, servile, and watched as his boy walked around the
couch, the aching teen jock erection bobbing and swaying with each step,
dripping a trail of pre-splooge onto the basement carpet.

The linebacker paused and looked down on his father. I couldn't know what
expression he was seeing in his old man's face, but I could tell Kevin was
nervous, too nervous to ask the permission he so wanted from his father.

Slowly, excruciatingly slow for me, he reached down to the base of his
prick and with a gentle nudge of his thumb levered his cock gradually
downward. Down until it was parallel to the floor and a few degrees
further. Then the wet cockhead made contact with his dad's lips. I gathered
from Kevin's facial expressions his father was working his lips along the
tip, maybe even licking the sappy end. Soon, all too soon now, Kevin was
sinking inward. Fucking his entrance into that paternal mouth.

"Holy fuck!" he exclaimed. Overcome with sensation and emotion, he shut his
eyes and his body shuddered. I half thought he was orgasming right then and
there, right into this dad's craw, but it was just the shock of the most
amazing feeling he'd ever had washing over him. As if on automatic, his
hips thrust gently in and out, savoring the feeling of a father's hot
mouth. Kev opened his eyes. "Thanks buddy, this is so awesome."

I cocked my head down to where his father was quickly turning the tables
from getting his face fucked to actively bobbing up and down on his son's
dick. I got the feeling this wasn't the man's first time giving head. "I
think you should be thanking your dad."

Kevin laughed as much as he could through the sexual sensations. "Thanks
dad. Aw yeah, that feels so fucking good."

I watched enraptured as Mr. B started giving eager head to his son. Kevin
was huffing and climbing closer to ejaculation. "Oh fuck, Dad. I can't
believe you're fucking sucking my cock. Oh, that's it. I'm almost there. A
little more.... Aw FUCK!!!"

Sweat was forming all along Kevin's chest and neck, now dripping profusely
onto his father's bobbing head. He had a telltale sound when he came, kind
of a snore-like choking sound. He was sure making that sound now as he fed
Mr. B what had to be a copious wad of jock jizz.

The older man for his part made sputtering sounds as he struggled to
swallow it all. He was mostly successful, though I did see him wipe off
some dribbles with his finger as he leaned back on his ankles, his hard
fatherly cock poking straight up in sheer horniness. Casually, he licked
his spermy finger, savoring his son's seed.

"That was hot, son," he said in a low voice. I could barely hear him.

"Wow, Dad," Kevin sighed, looking down at his father kneeling on the couch
cushion. I could tell he was trying to recover from his mega
ejaculation. Maybe he was trying to make sense of the sex act, too. "I
didn't think you'd do that."

As much as I enjoyed the father-son emotional bonding in front of me, my
erection ached. Bad. I had slicked it up watching Mr. B blow Kev but had
kept hands off, afraid I'd shoot just watching the hottest coupling I could
imagine. I'd never seen two guys go at it, at least not in person, but to
see a dad-son duo in person... well this added a new fantasy to my
repertoire, for sure.

Hungrily, I stepped up behind Kevin's dad. I placed my hand in the middle
of his muscled back and gently nudged him forward into a half-leaning
position. The angle was perfect: my cock head nestled into his furry crack,
right at his twitching hole.

"Ready, Mr. B?" I teased.

"God, yeah," he groaned. Sucking off his son had worked him up all right.

I clinched my ass muscles and moaned as the force pushed my dick
in. Mr. B's rectum was tight and hot! Suddenly, that hole clenched and
resisted. I backed out, all the way out, till my dickhead was once again
pressed against his sphincter. Teasing it, I held steady and tried to hold
my breath in check.

"How big are you, Jeff?" Mr. B finally asked nervously. I gathered he was
having second thoughts.

"You can measure me after we fuck, sir." No way I was backing down
now. "Hold on," I said, then backed off to reach for the lube. I poured a
generous amount on my fingers then shoved my hand right into the depths of
his crack. I teased the manhole with the tips of my lubed fingers, a move
that seemed to drive Mr. Bailey wild. His upper body relaxed and he hung
his head down. Eagerly, he spread his legs wide again, letting me tease and
prod his pucker.

Slowly, I sunk my first finger in, letting the man get used to it, really
enjoy it, before adding another.

Kevin had by now sat on the couch next to us, watching intently as I
fingered his dad. His orgasm had been too big for him to stay fully hard
but his linebacker prick hadn't gone soft, either. "Oh my god," he kept
muttering as he watched me defile his burly father step by step.

Pretty soon, the dad's hole was nice and elastic and slick. It stretched
against my three fingers as I twisted them in. This hole was still tight,
but gone was the resistance.

Smiling, I removed my digits and gave my prick a quick jack to recoat it. I
put my cock back in place and this time, it sailed right in.

"Christ!" Bailey grunted, and I swore in unison. This hole felt amazing. I
eagerly sank my bone into this butch man, feeling a rush of power in the
process. Especially when my nuts pressed solidly against his body. I paused
and clenched down to expand my dick even further inside him.

"Aw, man, you're gonna make me call you Captain before we're done with,
aren't ya?" I wondered how much Kevin had told his dad about us.

"Yes, sir," I growled. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, my cock
pulled back then thrust inside him. And again. "You wanna get fucked, sir?"

"Jeez, Jeff," Kevin said in surprise. I couldn't tell if he was worried
about his dad or turned on.

I decided to go with the latter. "You wanna see your dad fucked, Kev?" I
teased, locking eyes with my buddy as my hips thrust back and forth - not
full speed, but enough throttle to let Mr. B really feel my size.

Kevin was now speechless but he nodded yes lustfully. His jock dick was now
back at full mast, red and angry to be aroused so quickly after cumming.

Grinning, I reached down and grabbed the underside of Mr. Bailey's meaty
thighs. Using all my upper body strength, I levered his lower body up and
spread his legs, holding them there as I fucked away. The new angle drove
him wild. Or maybe it was the intensity of my fuck pace. I would
occasionally slow down for a few thrusts, going harder with each one,
before switching to a faster pace.

"Aw fuck, kid. Pound my fucking hole. Oh god, your dick is drilling deep,
buddy."

I was doing pretty good holding off until Kevin leaned over. His father
turned toward him, their faces gravitated toward one another, clearly
needing one another. Then their mouths, lips locked. Dad and son kissing -
full french kiss, tongues battling. It was all Mr. Bailey needed. He moaned
into the kiss with his son and his body shook. Suddenly I felt waves of
peristaltic tightness clenching against my dick. I was making this daddy
come!

Before i realized it, my own cum was saucing Mr. B's dad guts, my fuck
thrusts pounding his now tired body into the couch cushion. A thought in
the back of my mind told me to go easy on the guy, but it was too far
buried to listen to. I fucked hard as I rode out my orgasm.

I stepped back proud of my handiwork. The dad's hole was very wet and
dripping with my white goo. I looked over and Kevin had jacked out a second
load, which dripped on his chest.

"Well, boys," Mr. Bailey sighed as he got up to his feet, his chest flushed
red beneath the hair and a little light-headed. "I think I need another
shower."

"Mind if I join you, Mr. B." It was a question but said like a statement.

He paused. He knew what he should say, but he didn't say it. "Sure, Cap."
He winked at me.

Kevin looked at me a little jealous. He wanted quality time with his
father. "C'mon Kev," I said, answering the question he was afraid to ask.

We soaped up in the shower. It was a tight fit. I think Kevin and his dad
thought that it was going to be a postcoital moment of cleaning up and
relaxation.

I had other ideas. My hands soaped up both of the guys, getting off on the
similarities between the two Bailey men as well as the differences. I was
rubbing Mr. B's back when I looked over his shoulder at Kevin. "Man, Kev,
you're a lucky guy. Getting to fool around with your dad." I could see
Kevin blush and both guys got quiet all of a sudden. Definitely feeling a
little guilty.

I wasn't going to let this drop, though. I reached around and felt the
front of Bailey's bod, his chest and stomach hair now matted by the shower
water. I hugged him from behind as my erection fit into the groove of his
ass. "If I lived here, I'd be fucking you all the time, Mr. B." My hand
caressed his muscles and my tongue tickled the back of his ear. "Would you
like that, sir?"

This man was battling his inner angel, for sure. That tenseness returned in
his body. Finally, he answered. "Jeff, maybe you can come visit a little
more this summer." Then, sighing, he added, his voice dropping lower,
"Captain."

My prick found his hole. My sperm was still inside, along with some
residual lube. I pushed in for round two.

I practically lived at the Bailey house that summer.