Date: Mon, 01 Nov 1999 12:14:46 PST
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Night Call

Night Call (mm, incest)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


WARNING: The following story contains graphic description of men having
sex. If you are underage, read no further.

NOTE: I'm trying to write some shorter pieces as a small departure from my
longer stories. Some of the same themes, plus some new ones, but in a
different, quicker style. If you like them, or have story suggestions, I'd
love to hear from you.


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It's the middle of the night and I'm horny as fuck. As a lawyer in the
first year of his career with a major law firm, I don't have much time for
sex or much of anything else. Not that there isn't major jerk-off fantasies
walking all around my office day in and day out. All those fucking
35-year-old straight hunks with good looks and tight bodies to match. I'm
usually too busy to think about ass or dick at work, but some times my mind
wanders. My dick really starts aching at the sight of some of the married
studs, like Robert, a jock god who just had a baby girl. How I'd like to
get in between that daddy's buns and lick away at that tight pucker of a
fuck chute. Or maybe take some of that stud's virile seed down my
throat. My dick's throbbing now. No way can I sleep. I pick up the phone
and call Jim.

Jim is a lawyer, too, and one of my best and longest-running
fuck-buddies. He's forty-six and fucking built. Torso like a shield of
muscle, all coated with dark brown hair. Ass made out of two globes of pure
male power. Older guys make me and my ass-busting cock so hot. Not that
I'll turn down dick because it's hanging off a guy my age or younger. But
the sight of the muscle-bound back of an older guy as he sticks ass out
waiting for my horndog cock to ram its way in....well, I can't think of
anything better. Fortunately, I have no problem to find hot, hard, hung
older guys willing to take my young stud meat and feel my hard jock-muscled
body sculpted from years in the college crew club. Jim's my hottest fuck,
but he's not the only one.

Jim is particularly studly. Fucking guns that put any muscle-mag model to
shame. Even though he shaves every day, there's always a dark stubble on
his face by evening, when his rim jobs and the feel of that bristle against
my horny pucker send me off. Whenever we're out together, I can feel all
the men's eyes checking him out. My favorite times are when we bring a
stranger back home, and I can watch some other hunk dick my man before I
crawl up between his legs for sloppy seconds. Sometimes I like to lick the
fresh cream out of the hungry hole. Other times, I like to ride my dick on
the unbeatable combination of natural ass lube and horny-stud jism. Our
company usually throws wood again watching us go at it, rutting like
animals.

I'm stroking my dick real gently now, wanting the feeling to last. The
other line rang.

"Hello?" The voice is groggy and I know I've woken him up.

- Hey, it's Bill. Get your lazy ass out of bed.

- What? You know what...

- Yeah, I know what time it is, but my dick's harder than fuck now. I
haven't had fucked anyone in a week.

- Betcha got a big load, huh?

I reached under my balls and rubbed my scrotum. My nuts were swollen with
cum. My dick twitched again.

- Yeah, fuckers are filled enough sperm to be leaking out of your slut ass
for three days.

"I fucking can't wait," Jim said. "I'll be right over."

Recently I moved around the corner from Jim. It's great being able to spend
more time with him, but the best is that he's only a couple minutes away
when I want something hot and wet to screw. I know it'll be only a couple
minutes before he's here.

He has a key to my place, so he just lets himself in. When he comes into my
bedroom, he's wearing only a pair of loose cotton running shorts and a pair
of sneakers. Even in the dim light of my room, he's showing one magnificent
bod. His chest and shoulder muscles look more pumped than ever, and his
nipples are all erect from cool August night air. I know Jim well enough to
know he hasn't bothered to put anything on under the shorts. As if that
hardon poking a proud outline in the front didn't give it away.

He jumps onto my bed and begins attacking my engorged prick with his slick
tongue. With gentle lapping motions, he tastes the salty musk of my
dickskin and I relish the rough-soft-smooth feel of his tongue. Jim's one
greedy cocksucker and it doesn't take him a minute before he's stuffing my
oversized ass-splitter into his mouth.

"Yeah, eat that big cock," I order, shoving a good half inch in all of a
sudden to punctuate my statement.

"Mmhmnh..." is all I could here from that cocksucking mouth as more and
more of my prick pushes its way back down Jim's gullet. That fucker has me
so hard and worked up and feeling good. Taking in the view, I know I'll
have to remember the sight. Big stud bent down slurping on my fuckstick as
he arm muscles bulge as he wraps his hand around to hold the base of my
dick.

After a good suck, Jim finally comes up for air. With a simple motion, he
hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulls down. Up pops
that wonderful prick, big fat, hard and flaring. He falls forward onto my
chest. We swap spit, as my hands feel the cords and knots of muscle in his
powerful back, and grab the mounds of his triceps.

He speaks softly and lustily, "Looks like someone's horny, son."

"Yeah, dad," I reply, "How about you? You horny for my dick?" To make my
point, I reach down to his asshole and tease it with my middle finger. The
hole isn't tight and puckered. No, it's all loose and wet.

"Well, Pete's over at my house tonight. I left him sleeping."

I push further into his slick hole. "Did Pete fuck you? Feels like he left
a good sloppy load there."

My dad moans as my digit sinks deeper into his ass. Usually, I don't waste
time getting my dick up his crack, but tonight I'm getting into the slow
finger-fuck, plus the feeling of his slime oozing out from the cockhead
pressed into my abdomen.

I have Jim pretty worked up now. "Yeah, Bill, he fucked me. I was hoping
you'd call, though. It's been two weeks since we've fucked, you know."

Casually, I move my dickhead to his slick crack. I'm taking my time, just
rubbing along his itching hole. "Yeah, dad, sorry. Busy at work, you know."
This has been unusual. Generally, we find some time on the week or late at
night, like tonight, to get it on. "Maybe I can make it up to you," I say.

"Just give me some of that fat cock to your dad. Give it to his son-loving
ass."

He really doesn't need to ask. My prickmeat has already found the entrance
to his fuck tunnel and is steadily pushing its way inside. That butt is
nice and squishy as I push more and more dick up it.

Jim groans in ecstasy while he begins a fevered bounce up and down on my
prick.

"Ah, fuck," he says "I missed this."

Yeah, my dad is hot for his son's massive cock, and I can't get enough of
his muscular bod. Nothing beats screwing your father front and behind
before going at it again in the shower. Or seeing him shoot his big prick
all over his hairy chest while you're pounding his hole.

I shoot two huge fuckdog loads into my old man before he slips back on his
shorts and shoes and goes back out into the night to return to bed and
Pete's hunky warm body. At the door we share a deep good-night kiss, and I
run my hand down to the back of his thighs and feel the slow trickle of my
fuck cream running down the downy leg hairs. I'm sure glad my dad's as hot
for me as I am for him.


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Other stories by Bill Drake. Available through ASSGM or Nifty Archive:

SAE Action (ongoing series)
Parent's Weekend (ongoing series) 
Unforgettable Workout 
After Football Practice
Post Season Party (2 chapters)
SEC Spring Break (4 chapters)
Lover's Dad 
New Job (ongoing series)
Spring Cleaning (1 chapter, to be cont.?)

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