Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2015 18:34:49 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: One on One

One on One
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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Horny Dad Tales #22
One on One



We didn't even make it into the house. I'd gone straight after work to see
Justin's game. In fact, I always made an effort to see Clifton High's star
shortstop in action, and Justin didn't disappoint that day, having a great
game, with 2 RBIs and some awesome defensive playing. I always got a little
extra excited and worked up seeing my son do well on the field, but who
knows why was so impatient and horny that day. Or maybe it was just the
long day and a couple of hours pleasure-torture as I watched Justin in his
athletic uniform.

I just knew I couldn't wait, and seeing my son walk around the car in his
uniform and cleats, heading toward the inside door, I just reached from
behind and pulled him closed to me, his back pressing against my chest. My
arm reached around and rubbed his chest, even through that poly uniform you
could tell my boy was starting to really pack on a man's build of pure
toned muscle.

"Horny, Dad?" Justin laughed.

I didn't answer him, in words. Lowering my hand, I unsnapped the white
baseball pants, and reached in. I'd barely removed the plastic cup from his
jock when his penis took the opportunity to expand rapidly underneath my
fingers, going on its way quickly to teen boner hardness. That's another
area my son took after me, a nice long tool that was practically a genetic
copy of his father's. I tossed the cup on the cement garage floor, where it
made a loud echoed sound.

"Fuck me, Dad," Justin whispered, his deepening teenage voice about the
hottest aphrodisiac to me. Greedily, I pushed down those uniform pants and
bent Justin over the workbench that was just the right height. I pushed my
crotch against his sweaty ass, and had the satisfaction of seeing his bare
rump hump back it me. It had taken some coaxing to get us here, to get
Justin to this point, but damnit if my son doesn't want this more than his
old man.

I unzipped my khakis and we both moaned as my bare hard dad cock slapped
right into his moist ass groove, which was starting to sprout curly dark
hair - a manly oasis in an otherwise completely smooth set of buns. I
pulled open my workbench drawer, where a tub of Vaseline sat open and
ready. I'm ashamed to say this isn't the first time I've fucked my son
here.

The slick sticky petroleum jelly melted on the heat of my cock, and made my
bone feel real good as I gave it a couple of tugs to spread the viscous
grease up and down its length. But not as good as the snug heat of Justin's
hole as i pushed my prick down and bored inside my boy.

Yeah, it had taken some work and a lot of patience to get us to this point,
too, but now Justin could take me really well. It was like I was custom
made to fit inside his tight ass and he was perfectly trained to accept his
father's hard, long schlong inside. Practice makes perfect, I suppose.

So it didn't take long for my boy to accommodate my hard stick, and I
started fucking away, probably more in tune to my own urgent needs than
Justin's at that point. I was starting to really feel pretty fucking good
when I looked over.

One half of the two-car garage we kept as a gym area. Free weights, a
couple of cable machines and a large wall-sized mirror. I could now see us
in the mirror. Me in my business casual, Justin bent over in his baseball
uniform. Rigid dad cock boring in and out of son at fifty miles and hour. I
watched our reflection with lust and pride as I creamed my boy, adding a
thick deposit of seed inside his buns. It had been two days since I'd
gotten off and the ejaculation felt particularly satisfying.

I held inside my son as he reached down and started jacking off toward his
climax while I rubbed his muscular back.

I'm about as typical a suburban dad as you can imagine. 42, divorced, good
job as a manager in a mid-sized corporation in a soulless office park. I
have a decent life, even after downsizing the house after the divorce, and
best of all, I've gotten a break on the alimony since Kelsey remarried and
decided to move to Minnesota with her new husband.

It was a great break for me, cause it meant Justin could come live with me
his last year of high school. He's the apple of my eye. and while I'm
always hounding him to get his grades up, he's a good kid... does great in
sports, hangs with the right crowd and stays out of trouble.

So what if Justin and I don't have a typical father-son relationship. Given
the frequency and intensity of our orgasms, I don't think either of us have
a doubt that this is something we both need. I didn't want to go back to
normal now.

Especially with moments like this. As amazing as my cum was, it was just as
incredible to see Justin lean up, semen dripping of his cock and his face
red from the sex. A big smile on his face as he leaned in to kiss
me. "Thanks, Dad, that was awesome." Then, with an impish grin, he
added. "I love it when you get impatient."

No way could I keep my hands off this kid.

The best part was, after the sex we could go back to our father and son
roles. Me answering a couple of urgent work emails and making dinner while
Justin showered up. We caught up on each other's day while we ate, I
watched TV while Justin did the dishes and cleaned up. It was only 9:00 but
already the day was catching up with me. Justin entered the den, like he
had something on his mind.

"Dad," he said. "OK if I sleep in your bed tonight?"

Justin and I still maintained separate bedrooms, not only for propriety,
but because between us the connection was just pure sex. I wasn't eager for
it to go anywhere else, and Justin seemed to value his own space.

But there were nights like tonight. When my son craved a little more
contact. I was happy to oblige.

"Sure, son. After that game you played today, you deserve it." I winked.

We stripped down and crawled into my king sized bed, and met in a kiss. My
son was learning how to kiss, all right, I thought, as his hands explored
my body and in turn, I ran my stronger, fatherly hands on practically every
inch of his nude jock form. Justin had thrown hard the minute we crawled
into bed, and now my erection was roaring back, too, reloaded and ready.

We rolled around, not in a hurry given the impetuous release a couple of
hours ago. Increasingly, my sons hands went to my hairy ass, massaging and
caressing my backside intently, and exploring deeper into the crevice with
his fingers.

I had an idea where this was going. It had been on Justin's mind lately. A
lot.

"Dad," he moaned, "can I fuck you?"

I wasn't opposed to bottoming. In fact, I'd been thinking about it more and
more lately. My boy Justin's growing up to be a fine hunk with a nice hard
tool that matches his dad's in shape and size. There have been times when
I've been traveling for business and I'll strip down in my hotel room and
start a nice, slow JO session thinking about my son rimming me, fingering
me, then at last taking his turn on top, learning what I experienced week
in and week out inside his tight teen jock hole.

So, no, I was getting more and more into the idea. And the more he pestered
me, asking if he'd ever be able to fuck me, the more I considered just
caving in. But Justin had to earn it, and lying there, feeling him maul my
buns, I finally told him as much.

Naked in my arms, his cock surged against my abs. "Earn it?" he
sighed. "How Dad?"

I thought a second. "You want my ass, you gotta play by my rules, got it?"

He leaned up, excited as puppy now. I had a feeling he'd agree to anything,
any condition I lay down. "You got it, Dad, just name it." His prick looked
like it could shoot any second now, and to tease him I gripped it in my
hand and started stroking.

"Basketball. One-on-one, you and me, 21 points, 2 out of 3." It was
starting to sink in to him, and his excitement turned into a look of
frustrated determination.

"You mean?" he started.

"Yep. Beat your old man if you want a turn on top." See, basketball was my
game. I'd played in high school and college. Star forward. Even if I was
twice that age now, I was still in shape and pretty good at the game. And
while Justin was quite the jock in his own right, baseball was his game,
where he spent his effort working on power hitting rather than speed or
agility.

"OK," he said gamely. "You're on Dad."

*

I knew I wouldn't have to worry about offering my hole any time soon, and I
didn't. Justin and I played each Sunday and each Sunday I beat
him. Squarely. But the kid was determined, I got to give him that. Put his
all into the game, practiced hoops every day after school, even joined the
basketball team.

One day, after a fairly close game, I could detect a new swagger in my
boy. "Pretty close that time. You better watch out, Dad," he
taunted. "Before long I'll be claiming my prize."

I shoved the ball into his arms and pulled down my shorts. Already my cock
was hardening in the cool spring breeze. "Maybe. In the meantime, why don't
you come suck Daddy off?"

He grumbled a curse word, but dribbled the ball to the side and crouched
down on the carport in front of me.

*

Two weeks ago was too close for comfort. I lost the first game and won the
second in a squeaker, 21-19. I was lagging in the third, till Justin
started teasing me. "Damn, Dad, looks like you want my dick pounding you
tonight." That did it. I rallied and smoked his tired, exhausted ass that
last game.

I felt on fire, and the sex was even hotter that night.


*

Today was another match up. "Ready Sport?" I called as I came downstairs
changed into my sweatshirt and shorts. Justin was playing a video game but
paused it. A look in his eye that said he was going to try again, try to
beat his ex-basketball player of a father.

I did pretty well the first game, handily beating my son. It was the second
when things started to turn around. Justin ran circles around my defenses
and seemingly every shot was perfect, landing right in the hoop. He whooped
me, 21-11.

"Best 2 out of 3," he reminded me. No boast this time, no cockiness, just
pure focus. Game focus. I'd seen it on the courts when I played in college.

Worst part was, my son had been running me around the court, slowly but
surely wearing me down. He may not have had the natural agility, but he'd
been conditioning himself. And he was 24 years younger than me. He had 15
points to my 4 when I found myself panting.

I threw for a two-pointer but was no longer steady, out of breath. The ball
missed by a mile.

I looked over and saw his expression. That's when he knew. Knew he had
licked me. He smiled, his white teeth gleaming, as he picked up the ball
and started dribbling. Not losing the focus, he charged past me. I did my
best to anticipate his move, but he sailed by and laid up the
shot. Perfect. 16 to 4. Fuck.

My turn, and Justin was there at my every step. Not fouling, but playing
very physical defense. Not afraid. I tried to get out of his block but as I
stooped down to step I lost control of the ball which went rolling across
the carport.

Now Justin took his time. Maybe to give me a breather, but I don't think
that was it. I think he wanted to relish this. Relish this milestone. He
dribbled and fixed his gaze on me. It was like he fucking me with his eyes,
appraising his 40-something father's sweaty body. I looked down and could
see that my son had a full-on boner in his shorts, poking up as walked side
to side. I don't know how he played with an erection, but it didn't hurt
his game. Another charge, another shot, and soon the score was 17-4.

I couldn't lose without a fight. I refocused, got my old mojo back and shot
from the 2-point circle. Not my best shot, but the ball hit the rim and
circled in.

"Nice one, Dad," Justin said, not taunting me anymore but almost as an
equal, you know? Still, not to be outdone, he stood back from behind the
far line and sailed his own two-pointer in.

I got one more shot in that game, but it was a lost cause. The last few
points, Justin's boner throbbed even harder and by now mine was too. I
could hear him chant almost in a low whisper as I played the most physical
defense I could muster. "I can't fuckin' believe this is gonna happen,"
he'd say. "I'm gonna fuck my dad."

I thought he'd have a big conceited smile on his face as he got that last
point. Instead, he walked up to me with a fierce determination and a look
of stone-cold lust on his face. "Inside," he growled. "Now."

We both made our way quickly to my bedroom, where we tore off our sweaty
clothes.

I stood there erect but my cock was not quite as angry or horned up as my
son's. "Justin," I started maybe we shower up...."

He pounced on me knocking me back to the best as his mouth met me in the
hottest kiss we'd shared. This was definitely a new side of Justin I'd
never seen before. The deprivation had turned him into a bona fide top, all
right. As we made out on the bed, our sweaty bodies rubbing against one
another, my son thrust his erection against my midsection, making no bones
about what he wanted.

"Gotta fuck you Dad," he moaned. "Can't fucking wait any more."

With that he hooked his hands under my thighs and pulled them up. I was
going to tell him to get some lube, there was a trusty container of
Vaseline in my bedside table, but already he was positioning his dick at my
sphincter and pressing inward. I guess there was enough sweat to lube a
gangbang, cause Justin's hard prick popped inside and filled me.

I won't say it felt pleasant, getting stuffed like that. My boy's pretty
big and felt twice his size once inside me. Muscles were twitching
involuntarily all over my body as I struggled to relax around his cock. But
it didn't hurt either, not outright. I was giving up my hole to my stud
jock son and the idea was starting to turn me on big time.

Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him, letting him know I was good to
go. He smiled and said "fuck yes," and pulled back his hips and pushed
forward again. "I'm fucking you dad," he said, as much to himself as to me.

I wasn't used to this role on bottom and didn't know what to expect. I
don't know if Justin had good technique or how he might compare to other
men. I just knew it felt awesome having him screwing me. The emotional
intensity alone was keeping me on edge, making my cock jerk on my belly
like a beached fish.

"You're so fucking tight, Dad," he hissed, getting into it now. Pounding
me. Pounding his own father's ass.

"Fuck your Daddy," I growled and watched his face twitch up. Fighting off
orgasm but not even close to winning the battle.

I knew he wouldn't last long and he didn't. Just a minute of eager thrusts
and my boy was getting his orgasm buried deep inside me. "Ah Dad!" he
cried. My hole was getting seeded and good, I knew.

My own rocket went off, spraying my chest with a fresh coating of dad
seed. Justin watched transfixed then leaned down to kiss me again.

"Worth the wait?" I asked, stroking his neck as we caught our
breaths. Sweat and semen slicking our bodies and keeping my prick on the
bone.

A happy, excited smile was plastered on his cute jock-next-door face. "Like
you wouldn't believe. That was awesome, Dad."