Date: Thu, 1 Apr 2010 12:35:44 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Horny Dad Tales #11: Troop and Son

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
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Horny Dad Tales # 11
Troop and Son


State Trooper Mike McCallum loved his job. Loved the way everyone around
town waved hello. Loved the way his well-to-do neighborhood appreciated
him, happy to have some law enforcement around. Loved that his uniform
actually made his hulky body look trim. Loved that he could take his lunch
hours at home.

Especially now that it was the summer after his son Matt's high school
graduation. The kid would be going off to college on a football scholarship
in a couple months, and Mike was grateful for any of the extra time he
could spend with the boy. With a whistle and a spring in his stride, he set
down the mail on the entry table and hung his wide brim hat on the coat
rack before bounding down the stairs.

"Son?" he called out as he entered the basement den that had become Matt's
room and unofficial private area. He wondered if Matt was awake yet. His
son had been sleeping in a lot lately.

"Hey Troop," Matt replied looking up from the pool table. The young man
rarely called his father by anything other than the nickname he'd used
since he was a kid. He leaned over about to make a shot. His dissheveled
hair and gravely voice told Mike the boy hadn't been up for long. A
steaming cup of coffee sat on a nearby table and on the TV, silent, played
one of the fuck films Mike had given Matt for his eighteenth birthday,
unbeknownst to his mother. "Bring me breakfast?"

"It's lunch time, you lazy head."

Matt shot, then smiled. "For you maybe. I had a late night last night."

He stood up and Mike almost gasped. The boy still sported his morning
wood. The young man's body was mostly bared, his muscle rippling in
cascades of hard, smooth sinew. The only stitch of clothes he wore were
some practice jersey shorts that did nothing to hide an obscene -- and
obscenely large -- erection.

That sight sent deep tremors through the burly cop's body.

"Yeah?" Mike barely managed, but he tried to play it cool.

"Yeah. Pete and me took a few of the girls out to Prospect Point. I fucked
Susan, then Ellen got jealous. So I fucked her too," he laughed, angling
around for another shot. He saw a concerned look in his father's face so he
added, "Don't worry, Troop, I wore a rubber. Always do."

Mike knew as much. When he'd given Matt the bird and the bees talk, he'd
shown him a bowl he hid with a supply of condoms. "If you ever even think
you're gonna be having sex, son, just take one of those." Soon he was
refilling that supply regularly, like a bowl of Halloween candy. The
highway cop blushed at the frankness of his kid's sexuality. He'd tried to
raise him to be honest and free of hangups, but he wasn't prepared for the
young jock's confidence.

"Like what you see, Troop?" Matt taunted as he rubbed his excited crotch
with the pool stick. Fuck! Mike had been staring at his flesh and blood's
penis. The vision excited him, he realized. He wanted to cry in shame, but
he couldn't look away.

"It's... it's," he stammered. "I...I... just never realized, Matt, how big
you are..."

Matt smiled, as if it were natural his old man would be sizing him up like
that. "Aren't you big, Troop? I figured I inherited this from you," he said
groping his heavy monster. The stalk flopped lewdly in the loose shorts. It
was even dripping its natural lubricant in dribbles through the thin
fabric!

"I do OK," Mike grunted, rubbing his clean-shaven chin nervously. "But I'm
not that big. Christ!" he swore, half under his breath.

Mike got the shock of his life as Matt hooked his thumbs in the elastic
waistband and tugged them down. "Have a look, Troop." That fat, juicy
erection popped free and bobbed in mid air till its stiffness kicked in and
held it at a stationary 35 degree angle off his washboard stomach. "Nice
big one, huh?"

The state cop's mouth was dry as cotton. "Damn, son." He shifted his
legs. His own crotch felt mercilessly tight all of a sudden. "How big is
it?"

"Dunno. The guys on the team call me F.L. for Foot-long. Don't think I'm
that hung."

"You're pretty damn close, son." Mike was hyperventilating. Staring.

"Wanna measure it, Troop?" Matt started running his thick finger along the
rigid length of his bone, teasingly. Mike watched as the teen's giant rod
quivered and began dripping. A juicy tear of sap pooled at the tip then ran
down the phallus's hard surface.

"I don't know, Matt, it's..." Mike couldn't finish his sentence.

"C'mon, Troop, it's all in fun. I know you wanna."

"There's a tape measure in the garage."

Mike McCallum felt the blood drain from his face in shame, but he nodded
and stood up. He saw his son smirk as he looked down and saw an erection
poking up eagerly in the confines of the uniform. The father was excited,
there was no denying it. He and Matt were tiptoeing to a boundary no father
and son should ever consider crossing.

Quietly, Mike went to the adjacent garage and rummaged through his workdesk
til he found it. A ten-foot measure. I won't need ten feet, Mike laughed to
himself, but then again realized he'd need more length than he'd ever
imagined. Just how hung was his son?

"Fuck, dad, it looks like you cut glass with that dick," Matt said as he
saw his father walk back in, the man in an even more excited state than
when he left.  Now Matt's shorts were discarded on the floor and he sat in
a chair watching the stroke film on the TV and letting his monster prick
ride high and hard.

Mike's heart pounded in anxious horniness. This was SO wrong, but it seemed
nothing was gonna stop him. "Yeah, it gets like that," he sighed as he
crouched down between his boy's spread legs.

Up close that dick looked even bigger. Mammoth, even. It was a long, hard
tube capped with a neatly shaped flared cockhead. It wasn't perfectly
cylindrical but got thicker in the middle. Real thick.

"Damn, son, you gotta be stretching out that cheerleader pussy big time,"
Officer McCallum joked, then shocked himself and his son by circling his
powerful fingers around the boy's fat joint.

Matt sucked in air. "Feels good, Troop."

The father looked up. His son's green eyes were boring into his
own. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah, Troop. That's it, run it up the length."

"This how you sweet-talk those girls into giving you a hand job." Softly
his fingers traced the length of his own son's prick, not quick jacking,
more just appreciating its length and size with gentle stroking motions.

"I don't stop at a handjob." That smirk again.

"I bet." With determination, he stopped his hand motion, then used his left
hand to hold the base of the large cock steady as he pulled out the tape
measure. "Lessee... ten, a half, no eleven, fuck! eleven and a
quarter. Whoa!"

"I take it I got you beat, Troop?"

"A boy shouldn't talk that way to his father, but yeah... you got me beat
all right. You got 99% of the population beat for that matter."

"Cool," was all his son said. Neither man made any effort to speak or to
move or to break the spell that was cast on them. The officer looking up at
his horse hung jock son, the giant phallus swaying and pulsing before
him. Matt looking down at how his cock dwarfed his father's stern,
masculine face. He wondered for a second what it would look like to stick
his dick in his dad's mouth. Carefully, he nudged the base of his cock and
gently pushed it forward, like a level. He watched in surprised as his
father's head nodded yes, then lifted up just a little. "Aw fuck, Troop!"
he whispered the second his sensitive head nudged against his dad's soft
lips.  The man's mouth opened and began to lick the salty sap off the tip.

Officer McCallum moaned as he tasted the forbidden - the taste of his own
boy's pre-seminal emission. The feel and heat of his own boy's cock. As if
by destiny his mouth opened up and he felt the hard hot flesh enter his
oral cavity. First the head, filling up his mouth and nudging against his
palate. Then pushing more of the meaty stalk into him, into his throat. The
thickness strained his jaw and stretched his gullet, bringing involuntary
tears to Mike's eyes. Still, he wanted it. Wanted to take it all, to prove
to himself he could do it. At that moment he loved his son more than
anything on earth. Loved his boy's cock. Loved the mastery it had over his
life. If it choked him to death he would die content.

Fortunately, he learned to breathe through his nose as he got forcefed
soncock. His boy's hands caressed the soft bristle of his
regulation-cropped hair. Soon, Matt's grip was eager and rough, pulling
Mike onto his hard rod.

"Aw yeah, eat me Troop. Eat my fucking cock! Yeah..." he was now face
fucking his own gruff state-cop father. Grooving on the slick, saliva-wet
mouth sucking and caressing his bone. Feeding off the rush of violating his
ultimate authority figure. Long deep strokes. Heavy. Hard. It wouldn't take
the teen jock long.

"You ready Troop?"

Mike couldn't answer, his mouth, his throat stuffed full of his son's
cock. All he could do was accept. Wave after heavy wave of hot, briny semen
pumped into him. His flesh and blood was ejaculating family sperm straight
into him.

As Matt's prick jerked in aftershock and as Mike suckled on the last
dribbles oozing into his mouth, the officer felt his son's hands caress his
head once more.

"Damn, my dad's a cocksucker," Matt whispered in astonishment.

Mike wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but he also couldn't bring
himself to stop licking and sucking the eleven-inch soncock that had all
the life and hardness of a horny, virile teenager.