Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2009 17:11:58 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Poker Game

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

Horny Dad Tales # 2
The Poker Game

This story was inspired by FD Campbell/Peterbilt's story "Father and Son
Bonding Cruise."

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


The Poker Game


Unfortunately Daniel Prescott is a shitty poker player. That wouldn't have
been a problem in itself, only Dad thought he was good at bluffing. That's
how we ended up on the outskirts of the adjacent county seat on a bitterly
cold night. After closing hours in the back room of a steak house. I sat
silently in a leather booth with four other young guys while the poker game
proceeded in the next booth. The cigar smoke settled thick in the room.

The first hands were for warm up, then came the betting. Blue chips a dime,
red chips a quarter, then there was one special green chip for each
player. Well, Tom McHenry got two green chips, and a man who I knew only as
Mr. Edwards got three.

I looked at my dad, puffing his stogie and clearly getting a little relaxed
and buzzed on his scotch. So far he was doing pretty well. A newcomer, a
large gruff dark-haired man, was doing better. Mr. Edwards was playing
conservatively, but doing OK, while the other two men, including Tom
McHenry and another newcomer, a barrel-chested blond suburban dad type,
were getting cleaned out.

In what had started out an ordinary hand, the betting had started low
before the discard. Mr. Edwards barked, "Give me two," he asked the
dealer. He'd come to a few matches before and had won twice. He growled as
he saw his cards. "Damn! I'm out."

"Dime," Tom McHenry said confidently. His chips were getting depleted, but
behind the dwindling pile, he fingered his green chips possessively.

"Call," the betting continued.

"Raise you fifteen"

"Meet your fifteen." The pot was filling up.

Mr. McHenry watched nervously, then checked his cards again, hoping I guess
that they'd changed since the last glance. "Call" he said, tossing in a red
chip.

I looked across the booth to his son. Mike McHenry, a schoolmate of
mine. Popular guy, played varsity basketball, good looking. I didn't know
him well, but it was still real weird seeing him at these games. He looked
my way and could sense my apprehension, cause he winked and cocked his
grin. I never knew how everything could be so copasetic with him, but I
guess that was part of his laidback personality. His older brother Jim was
in town from college and had joined us; he was playing pool in the
downstairs bar area with two of Edwards' sons, older boys, too. A third guy
at our table I didn't know. Big, linebacker/wrestler build but quiet and
shy. He'd come with the burly man with dark curly hair and a little extra
padding around his gut. I gathered from the men's small talk the father
worked nights at a local warehouse.

At another booth was the blond man's boy. He was the youngest of the group,
probably a sophomore. I'd seen him around school but didn't know
him. Still, I had to admit he's a good looking guy with a body starting to
fill out. I got the feeling he was a little nervous watching his father
play. Next to him was Nate Edwards, a teammate of mine. I'd been surprised
to see him here the last couple of games. I guess poker night brought these
kind of surprises all the time.

My dad was a respected banker and in true form was dressed in shirt
sleeves, suspenders, and silk tie. He rarely changed after work, and if we
went out just ran his electric razor over his five o'clock stubble.  He
started the bidding. "Raise you fifty," he said cockily, pushing a stack of
chips to the center.

The blond man said nothing, but tossed his bet to the center.

The big curly-haired man leaned back from the table, legs spread. "Meet
your fifty Prescott and raise you fifteen."

Without hesitation Mr. McHenry shoved his bet forward. "Call."

Dad's chips followed in.  "Raise you ten."

The blond dad whose name I didn't know smiled like the Cheshire Cat. "Raise
you a quarter." His chips were dangerously low, so either he had a great
hand or liked to bluff.

It was the burly man's turn. He paused, then flashed an evil grin. Slowly,
his thick fingers scraped the tablecloth and picked up the green chip. "I
think it's time we bring this bad boy out." The heavy round chip made a
clunking sound as it hit the center of the table.

"Whoa!" the blond man said. I think the reality of the stakes were starting
to settle in for him. The rest of the room was silent.

I examined Dad's face. Calm, yet inwardly excited. He loved playing when
the stakes got high. I just hoped he was holding the cards to justify the
excitement. And it was hard to tell whether the burly man was bluffing. Men
with weak hands could sometimes get the others to fold by tossing in a
green chip. Some nights the men were just hesitant to bid big.

Not tonight apparently. McHenry tossed one of his in. "Call."

My heart pounded.

Dad looked up at me. I gulped as he plunked his green chip forward. "Meet
your bet."

"Too steep for me fellas," the blond man capitulated. "Fold."

"Whaddya say?" the bigger man asked my father pointedly.

"Let's do it, fella." It was great to see my dad so informal like that. A
bit of a stuffed shirt, he only got that way when a little drunk. "Full
house," he proudly announced flicking his cards down on the table.

McHenry had a couple of pairs, but nothing great.

The burly man paused a minute and examined the melded hand. Then, with a
toss of the wrist he threw down his hand. "Straight flush. Read 'em and
weep, Danny boy," he laughed.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dad yelled, reaching down to grip his erection.

The newcomer turned his head over the booth partition and looked me right
in the eye. "I think your daddy's gonna have some major blue balls
tonight." Something about his cocksure attitude sent shivers down my
spine. Then turning back to his poker partners, he stood up.

"What about you, McHenry? Which one of your boys is it gonna be?"

Shamefaced he looked at his son. "You can take Mike," he nodded. I expected
Mike to be upset, but he looked my way and shrugged. Then like an addict,
his father continued. "I'll see if I can win the next round. Dan, cash me
out for another 50."

The burly man swept up his chips and bellowed. "Well, fellas, I was hoping
I'd win more than two of your boys, but maybe next time." Puffing on his
stogie, he flicked a dime chip to my father. "Here ya go Prescott," he
growled, rubbing the defeat in. "You ready to go boy?" he called over to
his son.

"Yessir." Meekly his son stood up. McHenry was standing up beside him.

"What about you?" His eyes tore into me.

"You don't have to, son," my dad piped up.

"The hell he doesn't!" the man bellowed. "Don't fucking bet your boy if
you're not gonna go through with it!"

I could feel the tension, could tell my Dad was clenching his fists in
anger.

I jumped up to ease the situation. "It's OK, Dad," I assured. "I want
to..."

His eyes questioned mine. "Sure, son?"

"Yeah. I'll be OK."

His night over, he stood up, his boner evident. I felt a little bad for
him, which is a little fucked up I guess, cause here I was the one being
pimped out to a strange man.

We parted ways, and I climbed into the man's pickup cab, squeezed in
between his large body and his son's. Mike took the back seat of the
cab. The man started up the car and cranked the heater to fend off the
arctic cold outside. "Why don't you and I get acquainted, boy," he muttered
and grabbed my head in his mitt. His kisses were headstrong and
fierce... possessive. Roughly he gripped my hand and pushed it on his
erection. Burly man wasn't as long as some of the men I'd met but damn he
was thick. It turned me on to rub his beercan stalk, and I know he could
tell.

"Whoo, boy, you're a livewire. Not like Eric here. The kid's shy, but he
loves his daddy, doesn't he."

The thickset jock nodded and blushed. "Yessir."

"Where are your manners, son? Say hello to our new friend." With that he
pushed my face toward his son's. For the next minute Eric and I kissed,
feeding off each other's soft tongue caresses and the nastiness of the
situation.

"Wow, Dad," Eric said after we broke for air. "He's a good kisser."

Now the man was leaning over the seat head rest and locking lips with my
buddy Mike. It was hot watching that. He broke free of the kiss and
chuckled. "Yeah? Well, you two can kiss all night for all I care. I got
better plans for 'im." With that, he shifted the truck into gear and we
drove off.

Once back at their place, we stood in the entry hallway and shook the snow
off while we removed our boots and coats. As we stepped into the living
room, the father's strong arms reached around Mike and me at the same time
and pulled us all together. What followed was a heated threeway kiss. Then
fourway as Eric joined us, already stripped to his briefs and T-shirt.

"Oh yeah," the older man said, "I got three hot boys all my own tonight."
Greedily, his hand started removing my sweater and T-shirt while Eric's
hand cupped his father's meaty genital through his jeans. Mike rubbed my
back and watched it all with a big smile on his face.

The man admired my smooth, taut chest, running his fingers up to tease the
nips, leaning forward to sneak another kiss. He probably wasn't what I'd
call my type -- like I say, he was a little overweight, a lot hairy, and
there was something just so crude about him -- but I liked his intensity.

Soon he was kissing and licking up the side of my neck. "Your father says
he fucks you from time to time."

I leaned into him. He certainly had a talented tongue. "Yessir."

"I wanta fuck you tonite," he growled into my ear, punctuating the word
"fuck" for emphasis. "I want to fuck my three boys til I can't get it up
any more." His hands gripped my jeans and unbuttoned them. "You gonna let
me, fella?"

"You won the bet," I answered, my eyes meeting Eric's for comfort. I got
none. I was a little ashamed of desire burning up inside me. Mike's hands
were now on my shoulders, rubbing my back.

The father perked up his head and looked me in the eye. Trying to read
me. Finally, he broke into a grin. "Yeah. Yeah, I did." Turning to Mike, he
queried, "What about you, stud? You ready to take your new daddy on? Give
it up for him?"

"I like sex pretty much any way you serve it, Mister." McHenry's stoner
affability was something else.

That made the big man smile. Roughly, he pulled down his jeans and
underwear and plopped down on the couch, unbuttoning his plaid shirt.

The man may have not been a Men's Health model, but that cock poking up
between his thighs counted for a lot. Nice, round purple head, tight
foreskin, wide girth, shape more triangular than cylindrical as his
pisstube swelled in excitement. Beneath, two heavy cajones hung an
inch-and-a-half in their crinkled sac. He was a true fireplug and a
beautiful sight: an adult male in sexual heat.

Eric dropped to his knees and started licking his dad's genitals. Mike and
I were close behind. The father spread his thighs to give us room while he
put a hand on each of our hands. "Eat my tool, fellas. Get those tongues in
there.... on my sweaty balls, yeah, like em, boys. Nice sloppy tongue
work.... driving daddy crazy. Oh sweet mother of Jesus!"

McHenry took duty licking the man's heavy, hairy nuts. As Eric and I
double-teamed his fat stalk, our mouths met and we were kissing. I liked
the way he kissed: soft, passionate, not rough like his father. I felt on
fire and couldn't wait. I grabbed the dadcock and pulled it to our
lips. Our tongues circled the head and dug into the succulent
foreskin. Salty clear sap dripped from the slit and Eric and I took turns
lap it off. Finally, I gave the hard dick a push and plopped it into Eric's
mouth. He moaned and opened his lips, accepting his father's
fuckstick. More pushed in, partly from my effort, partly from its
owner's. This beefy high school jock was eating the oversized instrument
that created him, and I couldn't have been more turned on watching him.

He bobbed his head up and down, lips stretching, working that cock with a
young man's intensity. I wondered what was going on in his mind, then
thought back to me and Dad, and my body shivered. I felt a little guilty
for enjoying this too much.

Finally, Eric eased off and the large plum head plopped past his lips with
a soft smacking noise. He smiled and pushed the stalk toward me. The spit
and precum wetness coated my lips. Then tongue. I was a mirror image of
this cocksucking son I didn't even know. He watched me swallow his dad,
encouraging me the whole time with soft words, with caresses to my face,
with hot kisses on my neck. Then he licked his father's nuts while I blew
the man and Mike got his ringside view.

My throat started to feel sore, so finally I had to take a break. Mike was
ready to take over. He leaned up, opened up, and swallowed a
mouthful. Damn, Mike McHenry could suck cock! He attacked that punishing
rod, slurping and gulping that fat bone. He was able to sink an incredible
number of fat inches into his gullet before pulling back, smiled at me and
offered it again. I accepted that manmeat and a minute later was pushing it
to Eric, who now stood by ready.

We passed this beercan monster between us. It drove the man nuts. Taking
turns licking, sucking, fellating that hard meat lollipop. Finally, the man
grabbed his son's neck and pulled him onto his erection. Fucking speared
his throat. It was fevered, impetuous and hot as hell. The man was fucking
his cock into Eric's mouth. Mike and I kissed briefly then looked on.

Horny, I went down to the heavy dadnuts and slurped my way along the
surface of the magnificent orbs. I could feel the man's body start to heave
as he fucked his cock into his boy's gullet.

"Yeah... yeah, boy... that's it Big Boy, fucking suck daddy's cock.... he's
all worked up from that poker game.... oh Christ you know how to suck
dick. A boy shouldn't be so good at blowing his old man... eating my
scum... Son, you know how to make me cum. Working me, man... unh... oh,
Fuck! Ah!"

I pulled my lips of the man's scrotum and watched in awe as the thick cock
twitched and pumped its semen in heavy shots. Eric hummed and accepted the
love offering perfectly stationary.  I put my finger on the man's urethra
to feel the pulsing as he defiled his boy's mouth.

The man exhaled a deep sigh and pulled Eric off him. Leaning forward he
locked lips for an appreciative kiss, getting a rim of fresh white froth on
his lips in the process. "Thanks son," he whispered. "That felt
great. Always does."

"I love you dad," the young man said quietly but sincerely.

In reply, the father winked and patted his son on the shoulder, then stood
up. "All right fellas, let's take this to the bedroom."

On the king sized bed, it was my turn to suck the man's large penis, while
he had Mike stand up and back his jock buns into his face. At this point I
appreciated the extra flesh clinging to the guy's waist, cause now my
forehead nestled right into its hairy mass. Only now it wasn't so much a
turnoff as a reminder of the guy's masculinity. It made me try to stuff
more of his double-duty dong into my mouth. So I ate dick, the man ate
McHenry's butt. We were three happy men. Only Eric was a little left out,
flogging his cock as he watched us go at it.

Finally, the man pushed Mike off and gently kicked me away from his
genitals. Lewdly, he turned his attention to Eric, manhandling the boy down
on the bed roughly and leaning forward to spread the kid's legs. He dove in
and started licking Eric's beefy butt and eating him out.

"Oh Dad! Unh!" Fingers clawed at the bed sheets.

I missed my liplock on the man's cock, but the sight of father rimming son
sure compensated. It was primitive and passionate. I don't think I could
have imagined a man so in love with eating ass or a boy so ecstatic. Eric
was hiking his butt back lewdly, grinding his meaty wrestler cheeks into
his father's face.

"Ah yeah," the man growled, his spit-drenched jowls munching crudely. "My
boy likes this. Likes his nasty father eating out his nasty cunt." I swore
I could see his fat tongue lapping deep into Eric's crack and drilling into
his hole. Hungry. Talented. No wonder the boy was so friggin servile, I
thought.

He barely removed his face from Eric's butt to speak. "Straddle him,
John. Put your butt on top of his." I complied and felt two strong hands
pull apart my cheeks. "Oh yeah, a fucking ass buffet! Sweet...." Then I
experienced what Eric just had. This man went wide and he went deep. My
tight hole quivered and surrendered at the tongue assault. Tears of
pleasure ran down my face. I was just about to come when he withdrew and
went back to his son.

As Eric got eaten out, Mike lay down on top of the pile. He was heavy, and
I'm sure Eric was feeling the brunt of our combined weight, but he was too
lost in his father's tongue lashing to complain.

It was odd feeling Eric's meaty body writhing in pleasure beneath me. It
was like I was experiencing the same event from a different angle. Our
flesh grew sweaty as our bodies heated up. Soon I was rubbing my prick
along the valley between his lats. It felt good.

Next the man started eating out Mike's butt. I started to feel McHenry's
cock dribble down my back. He groaned and lazily fucked his cock along my
flesh. My own was leaking pretty good, too.

When the man's mouth locked once more onto my exposed asstrench, I didn't
stand much chance of holding off. White hot jets of my teen seed shot
between my torso and Eric's back.

The man sensed I was orgasming and pulled back. He laughed and slapped my
butt. "Worked up, huh?"

"Yah," I replied, gaining the energy to extract myself from his son's
sweaty and cum covered back and Mike's sweaty body.

"Ooh," the man said, running his fingers through my pearlescent muck. He
offered his fingers to Eric. "Wanna taste son?" The boy slurped and savored
his father's thick fingers and squirmed in place. The sight must have
excited the elder. His prick flared and with his free hand he applied my
fresh sperm as lubricant. Without any fanfare, he crawled on top of his son
and mounted him.

Eric cried out at the intrusion and bit his lip. His father fucked him,
with the look of an excited schoolboy on his craggy, manly face. As much as
I enjoyed watching the man's furry asscheeks clench furiously as he thrust
away, I was worried.

Mike was too. "Is he OK?" he asked.

"Shut up," the man snapped. "Eric's been taking it since his birthday two
years ago."

I stretched out next to his son and put my face next to his. Eric looked up
and smiled. He nodded as if to reassure me he was enjoying the brutal
assault, then leaned forward to kiss me.

"Yeah," the sonfucker encouraged, "get comfortable down there. Daddy's
gonna work you from this end."

I thought he was one conceited guy, til Eric started shivering in my arms
in what was unmistakably the oncoming of orgasm. I don't think five minutes
passed from penetration to aftershocks.

The Dad pulled out erect and horny as hell. He reached over for a
Magnum. He didn't need an oversized condom for length, but the girth of
that puppy definitely demanded it. It rolled snugly onto his engorged
column. He leaned back on his heels, his prick looking nastier than ever.

"You next," he nodded at McHenry. Without hesitation or fear, this
basketball jock crawled over on the king size bed and spread his legs. I
wondered if he'd flinch at getting taken by a fuckrod of such intimidating
girth. Instead he reached down and applied some slick to the monster and
then straddled the man's laps.

"Oh!" He moaned at first penetration, then bit his lip. Mike treated
fucking like a job to do, and fortunately for this man, the teen was doing
his job well. It took only about a minute for him to rest his tailbone
against the man's gonads.

"Whoo wee, boy, you're good. And tighter than a drum. Something tells me
your daddy broke you in good."

Mike held on to the man's bulging shoulders to steady himself on the fat
spike buried in him. He felt stuffed full, all right. "Actually, it was my
big brother. But Dad's been the beneficiary," he laughed. Knowing Tom and
Jim McHenry's size, I wondered if Mike been practicing assfucking with
anyone else.

Mike's affable nature could melt anyone, and surprisingly, the large man
broke into a chuckle. "And me! Christ, you guys are something else." With a
side glance, he spoked to me, "I almost didn't believe your father when he
told me about their goddamn poker games."

I could sense that Eric was feeling a little left out. Maybe a little
jealous, too. It was obvious the big lug adored his father and craved the
man's affection. His prick was semifirm as he watched his old man mate with
McHenry, but his eyes looked a little red, too.

I tried to put him at rest, resting my arm around his shoulder. "Man, your
dad's hot," I whispered in the boy's ear, "Looks like he likes to fuck,
too." Sure enough, the man was done with the accommodation period and was
sawing his howitzer up and down into Mike's round, hair-dusted ass. From
the sounds of it, he was punching one of McHenry's pleasure buttons good
and hard.

Eric smiled, puffed up with pride for his father. "Yeah, when he's real
worked up he can fuck me five times in one night." I probed his expression
to see if he was kidding but he just nodded cockily. "Some nights I just
love to play with Dad's big cock. Sometimes I think it never goes soft."

"Probably not while you're working on it," I offer. I reach down and grip
Eric's erection. He was hung pretty much like his father. The beercan-thick
powerdrill looked pretty awesome on his hulking athlete bod. "You got a
real nice tool, too, buddy."

His muscles practically melted into my arms as I stroked him. "Feels nice,"
I thought I heard him say.

My fingers gripped and tugged at his shaft. It really was the spitting
image of his father's. "You like to fuck as much as your dad?" I asked
suggestively.

"You want me to fuck you?" It was like he'd never imagined the possibility.

"Yah," I croaked, my better senses definitely fogged by the orgy-fueled sex
fog. "I do."

Eric shrugged. "Don't know if he'd let me."

The father had been listening. "Go ahead, son. Just rubber up. Enough ass
to go around tonight," he guffawed. Mike was now bouncing up and down in
his lap, their paws clenching at each other's form. I think McHenry was
building up to a good nut, cause he kept moaning and laying his head in the
crook of the man's neck.

I plopped on the bed face down. The meaty wrestler prepped and mounted
me. I'll admit it didn't feel good. The intrusion hurt, in fact. But after
seeing this guy cowered like a kicked puppy around his domineering father,
I wanted him to feel good. So I grit my teeth, lay my head down, spread my
legs and took it. And there was a lot of him to take.

Fortunately, Eric's a quick draw. I heard him huffing furiously behind me,
then choke a grunt as he nutted. I wondered if he'd been on top before, his
excitement seemed so overwhelming. As he came down from his high and
extracted his oversized cock, I heard McHenry cry in orgasm. I couldn't be
sure, but I got the sense the man was holding off.

I started to get up, when his large body pressed against mine and stopped
me. "Stay there. On your knees," he ordered me while slathering his meat
stick with silicone. "And bend over. Don't worry, boy, I know how to break
a guy in for this dick." My dick was floppy soft and the fear of this guy's
brutal nature and large cock did nothing to change that.

I complied, nervous as hell, but true to word, the big man knew what he was
talking about. Nice slow teasing with those magnificent fingers, his heavy
mass pressed up against my back, kisses along the back of my neck and
behind my ear, and steady gradual pressure of his stalk against my
shitter. I sweated and grunted, but before I knew it, this man was buried
to the hilt in my guts. I had to remember his length to convince himself of
the logical impossibility that his prickhead was tickling my stomach. I
felt that stuffed.

The fuck thrusts were gentle at first, til he realized I was getting used
to him. Getting hard. Then he pulled back his hips and powered them
forward. And again. I thought the force would knock the wind out of
me. Instead, the thrusts brought involuntary moans of pleasure from my
diaphragm.

"Yeah, that's it," he'd urge. "Let go. Get into this fuck. You want
it. Want Daddy to make you feel good." I wasn't gonna quibble that he
wasn't my father, not actually, I was grooving on his domination, on the
talent of his pounding and the girth of his prick. I leaned up into his
chest and bucked my butt back into his heaving groin.

"How many times can you go in one night?" he asked. "Can you cum more than
once?" His lips on my ear lobe. His voice urgent.

"Yah," I huffed. "Once with Dad, I came three times in one night."

"Good boy," he said, impressed. Hands cupping my pecs, teasing my sensitive
nips. We're talking hardon city now. I leaned into his arms and wondered
what Eric's record was. "We're going for a four-fer tonight." At that he
kicked up the pace, and the sensations in my rectum were a blur of hard
cock and the suction pressure created by its pistoning. "Wait," he added
and shifted angle. Now that battering ram was nudging right up against my
buttnut. Over and over, with obscene pressure.

"Shit!" I yelled and involuntarily my hardon sprayed a clear line of fuck
sauce right onto Mike, who stood in front of me. I'd just come a little
while ago, but this ejaculation was still heavy. I was whimpering as I rode
it, all the while getting my anus stretched wider than it'd ever been. I
was embarrassed to let McHenry see the school football star in such a
servile stance, but I couldn't stop the waves of pleasure coursing through
me either. Somehow, with McHenry's sloppy kiss on my lips just then I don't
think he cared.

Mike then turned to Eric and the two started to make out. Wrestling to the
mattress. I got the feeling they were gonna proceed to the fucking soon.

"Let me cool down," my fucker finally growled and pulled out to rest on his
haunches. I looked back and his phallus shone wet, the lube glistening on
the latex sheath.

He smiled lustfully and leaned back into me, rubbing his hands all along
the front of my body. I don't know if my erection returned or if it never
went away. His strong finger teased it and instead of the expected pain of
overstimulation, I felt pure pleasure.

"Man," he huffed, licking my earlobe. "I'd give a nut for the chance to tap
this ass raw." His rough hands moved to caress the round curvature of my
buttcheeks. My ass clenched as I felt his index finger trace its way into
my cleft.

"Go ahead," I replied, my voice hoarse. My ass felt stretched and empty. I
craved his cock back in me.

His voice was a throaty growl in my ear. "Don't tempt me, stud. Your daddy
made me promise I rubber up before fucking you. Part of the rules."

I knew it was wrong, betraying my father like this, but the lust in this
man's gravely voice was turning me on. "I won't tell anyone," I whispered.

I barely got the words out before I heard the snap of the condom being
jerked off. Then felt the brutal and wonderful sensation of his reentry.

The raw sensation of his cock felt good to me, but it must have felt
incredible to him. He cried a deep roar and fucked his fat log into me
roughly. "Aw, yeah, that's better. This is how me andthe boy like to do
it. You like this, John?"

By now Eric was on his back, his hairy calves on Mike's shoulders. The
wrestler's cock was renewed in its hardness. I could only imagine how hard
McHenry was inside the big lug.

They fucked. We fucked. Two couples working up to a plateau, feeding off
each other's energy.

The father had held off quite a while, fucking Eric, Mike, and me to orgasm
before giving up to one himself.

Not for long. His fucks grew more brutal, his grip on my waist harder. I
could feel his saliva spit onto my back and the nape of my neck. For a man
inclined to sex talk, he was mighty silent his second cum. But I felt it. O
man, I felt it. Wet, powerful, copious. I was getting seeded good.

When we uncoupled, he had a look of pure joy on his face. It was endearing
-- and a turn on. I leaned forward and got a nice, sloppy kiss.... he
wasn't a skilled kisser, but that meaty tongue was kind of exciting to
me. We made out, then I felt Eric's weight shuffled behind me. His
carbon-copy erection boring into me. Fucking me, taking his dad's sloppy
seconds.

"Attaboy," his father laughed, and like that I was getting bred for the
second time that night.

We piled into that king size bed, the four of us, and slept in a warm mass.


I got up in the middle of the night to piss. It was a real gusher and I
just stood at the toilet bowl, hands on my hips and let it fly. Before I
was done, I was joined by the burly father, whose heavy dong jerked and let
loose its own jet of urine to join mine.

"Feels good, don't it?" His bed voice sounded craggly and hoarse.

"Yep."

I felt his big paw on my nude back. "You're a good fuck, kid."

"You, too," I admitted.

"I promised you four times tonight."

"Yeah... so?"

"I only counted three." Those fingers were tracing their way into my moist
crack.

I looked down. His massive meat was growing turgid now, bouncing up high
from his hairy crotch. My own dick snapped fully erect.

He stared into my eyes and opened his mouth. A line of spittle fell from
his lips and landed splat right on his stalk. Then another. He nodded to me
and turned my body around. Pressed into me.

His cock entered me smooth as butter now. I was still pumped wet with his
and his son's jizz, and my hole was relaxed. The man gave a deep gutteral
moan and fucked his way back home. Heavy hard cock deep in me. Felt great.

This fuck was not prolonged but it wasn't rushed either. The man was
enjoying his way with me, corkscrewing his drillbit into my receptive
guts. Kissing my neck. Holding my body. Making me spread my thighs for him.

I felt the warmth of his seed spread in my insides, and my own dick jerked
and sprayed right into the toilet bowl.

He pulled out and gave one last kiss before trudging back to bed. This time
his lips and tongue were not possessive. They were appreciative.


The man dropped me and Mike off at our homes the next morning. The kiss he
left me with before I got out of the car was rough, scratchy, and
possessive. I crawled into bed and slept away half the Saturday. Dad and I
didn't talk about what happened. We never do.

Only a couple days later I'm washing dishes, and he's saddling up to me the
second Mom takes a phone call. Shirt-and-suspenders, sleeves rolled, his
stares at me as he starts drying as I wash. Out of nowhere comes his
question.

"So... How was Ned?"

My look of incomprehension prodded him. "Mr. Destin."

I still didn't know who he was talking about.

Dad's face reddened and the veins bulged on his neck. "Christ! That fucker
didn't even introduce himself?"

I blushed. "You mean, the guy... Friday night?"

"Yeah. The guy Friday night. Christ, I could kill him." Then he looked down
and whispered, "John, you're hard! That good, huh?" I could detect the
jealousy, anger, and surprise in his voice, but if I knew my dad he was a
little turned on, too.

"Sorry, Dad."

He shook his head. One of those "my boy's all grown up" moments. He clucked
his fist gently to my chin, like he used to do when I was a boy at little
league games. "Don't apologize, John. If you had a good time, that's
great. After all, you only did it cause I'm a greedy man."

"We going back to Poker Night again?"

Dad paused. "I should say 'no'"

"But you aren't?" I'm sure the expectation was evident in my voice.

"Why? You hoping Destin's going to be back?"

I hung my head sheepishly. "He's real good, Dad," I admitted.

"Well," he started, putting away the last of the dishes. "Ned called
Saturday, not even an hour after he dropped you off. Asked if there was
going to be another game next weekend. Apparently you and McHenry's boy
impressed him."

"I'd like it if you won, too, you know, Dad," I said truthfully.

"We'll see... maybe luck will be with me this time."

Reaching down, he goosed me with his damp hand. "How bout it, Sport," he
whispered. "gonna let your Dad have a suck before bedtime?"

He knew I liked getting blown. I pulled the kitchen sink drain and leaned
up and kissed my father. Tongue prodding in between his lips. "I'll take
out the trash. You find some excuse for Mom and meet me out back."

Dad smiled at me. "She's on the phone with her sister. I got the feeling we
got some time."

"Cool," I said putting my hand on his suited rump. "You can blow me twice."