Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 23:06:57 -0500
From: Erik Jager <floater909@gmail.com>
Subject: Our Dads Show Us How 2
After what he had seen, Jack and I were understandably in
shock. Our dads had gotten themselves cleaned up and the four of us were
on the Burns family boat they kept at the lake. We were fishing, hoping to
catch dinner. Our dads had explained to us that they had been hooking up
since their wives had been pregnant with us and not putting out. They had
known each other since college but didn't start hooking up until later.
"We didn't want to influence you boys one way or another but we
had always hoped you would find how rewarding it can be to hook up with
guys." Explained Mr. Burns
"It was incredible watching you guys go at it!" chimed in Jack
"Believe me, it was hotter having an audience." Replied Mr.
Burns to his son.
It was a warm summer day and the sun was beating down on us.
Jack and I had our shirts off. Varsity football had been paying off, Jack
was a star linebacker for the team, standing about 5'10 200lbs of pure
smooth muscle. He was like a bull, strong as hell and he knew it. He wore
his very light brown hair, almost blond, in a buzz cut reflecting his no
nonsense approach to sports.
I on the other hand was taller, the leading receiver for the
team. I was about 6'3 185lbs. I found it hard to pack on the muscle that
Jack seemingly did effortlessly, but I had the speed and hands to make up
for the strength that I was working tirelessly to build. I was just
beginning to sprout some hair between my pecs and around my nipples. I
wore my brown hair in a style matching my father.
"Next time you boys won't be so lucky to just be watching."
Announced my dad.
"When is next time?" asked Jack eagerly.
"Yeah, how long does it take the old men to recharge?" I chided.
"Just you wait! We don't need to spout off endless loads if we
make them count!" joked Mr. Burns
"Well then I think we are both looking forward to making some
count!" claimed Jack as he playfully punched me in the shoulder.
"In time, boys" grinned my dad.
With that we fell into the normal conversation, which had
marked, or relationship with our dads before that day. Due to our dads'
friendship, Jack and I had been the best of friends from birth. We knew
just about everything about each other and had been pretty close with our
fathers. Mr. Burns had been like a second dad to me and vice versa. Even
our mothers had become very close and were themselves spending the weekend
at a winery with some other women.
The conversation turned to next football season, Jack and my
last in high school. Jack had already secured and signed his scholarship
letter to attend and play football at Notre Dame the next year, and his dad
could not be more proud. I on the other hand was still weighting my
offers. I had offers from State, Stanford, and most of the Ivy League. I
knew my dad wanted me to follow in his footsteps, but he was so proud that
I had my choice of top universities.
"We had a good haul boys! Looks like it's trout for dinner."
Exclaimed my dad.
"Wanna cook `em up now? Or want to have some fun first?" asked
Mr. Burns.
Jack and I had already cleaned the fish on the boat so there
was no rush to cook them immediately.
"Fun!" exclaimed Jack.
"Somehow I knew that's what it would be. Come with me, Jack."
My dad said as he draped his arm around Jack's should and led him inside.
"Let's stay out here a bit." Suggested Mr. Burns to me.
"Ok, Mr. Burns." I agreed.
Without warning he leaned in and planted a warm kiss on my
lips. His tongue invaded my mouth and danced around. His hands enveloped
my bare upper body, kneading my lats and moving down my back to my gym
shorts. I could feel his powerful body pressed against me, his growing
erection pressing into my thigh through his khaki shorts.
"Your ass is amazing, Jim." Mr. Burns whispered into my ear as
he broke the kiss.
His tongue flitted into my ear and I let out a moan. I didn't
even realize that he had my shorts around my ankles. I slowly slipped my
hands up his shirt, feeling his taught furry stomach up to the large
nipples on his massive, hairy pecs.
Mr. Burns was shorter than my dad and I. He stood at about
5'11 with a stockier build than my dad. He was a running back on the State
football team with my dad, and a year ahead of him in school. My father
and him were workout partners and prided themselves on keeping in excellent
shape.
Mr. Burns raised his arms over his head and I guided his shirt
off then tossed it on the ground revealing his muscular, ripped, hairy
upper body. His hair was darker than my father's and I began to rub my
hands through it, finding his nipples.
"You certainly know how to get things going, Jim" moaned Mr.
Burns as he planted another kiss on my lips.
As his tongue wrestled with mine, his hands began prying apart
my asscheeks. I ran my hands down his upper body to the crotch of his
khaki shorts. I felt the sizeable heft of the equipment inside. As his
fingers began to massage my hole, I found the button of his fly. After
fiddling with it for a moment I had it undone and his pants slid down his
thighs.
Mr. Burns' cock flopped out, half hard. He wasn't wearing any
underwear. After breaking the kiss, Mr. Burns shucked his shorts the rest
of the way but not before pulling out a small bottle of lube. He squirted
a dollop onto his index finger.
"Why don't you turn around for a minute?" asked Mr. Burns with
a wink.
I knew what he was getting at and turned around, leaning
forward slightly on one of the posts of the deck we were on. He spread my
cheeks again and the warm breeze blew passed my hole.
"You're going to feel some pressure." Advised Mr. Burns
"I know, I'm ready for it." I responded.
"Yes, you are!" commented Mr. Burns with a light slap on my
cheek. His hand had just felt my throbbing, dripping erection.
His finger entered my hole gently, pausing so I could get used
to it. Mr. Burns was the one that had caught Jack and I, he knew that we
had only fucked each other twice so, while not virgins, we were new to
this. His finger slowly pushed in farther and he smoothly wiggled it
around. He removed the finger completely and I heard the lube bottle
squirt again. This time 2 fingers entered then paused momentarily before
slowly pushing further in.
"Ugh yes." I moaned as I felt my hole stretch and his fingers
hit that spot once both were all the way inserted.
"Looks like I found that spot." Snickered Mr. Burns
My only answer was to moan in agreement as a third finger
entered my rear. By this point he was slowly and gently fucking my ass
with three fingers. As I got used to the presence I felt myself beginning
to push back with my ass onto his fingers.
"That's it, relax, let yourself take it all in." cooed Mr.
Burns.
"I want it." I moaned
"You really are opening up. Turn around again." Encouraged Mr.
Burns
I turned around and Mr. Burns was on his knees in front of me.
He immediately enveloped my cockhead in his mouth. My cock was throbbing
and dripping, and he greedily slurped it up. My cock was no slouch at
8inches but Mr. Burns had me in both length and thickness. Mr. Burns by
now had my cock devoured to the hilt and constricting his throat causing me
to moan audibly.
He began to slide his face off of my cock and shove it all back
in. He slowly built to a powerful face fuck. He was impaling his own head
onto my cock over and over. I began to aid this by thrusting my hips to
meet his face, and Mr. Burns' finger found my hole again by reaching around
my ass. He inserted two fingers and he pummeled his face on my cock.
I looked down at Mr. Burns' tanned, powerful, hairy body at my
knees taking my cock down his throat over and over. His 5 o'clock shadow
was thick on his face and the flecks of gray all over his now sweating and
disheveled hair. He must have been able to sense that I was on the edge,
about to blow a load because he pulled off.
"You ready for me now, Jim?" he asked
"More than you know, Mr. Burns. Do you want me to suck you
now?" I asked.
"Later, I don't think I would be able to last long if you did
that. You have me going full throttle right now." Replied Mr. Burns as he
motioned to his dripping erection.
I bent back over the rail and I felt the massive head of his
8.5 meat club pushing passed my ass ring. It popped in and I let out a
loud moan.
"Easy, relax, we'll get it all in." encouraged Mr. Burns
Slowly he slid more and more of his cock into my hole. I was
unable to speak anymore, only moan and groan as more and more of his cock
sliced through my ass. Before I knew it, I felt his pubes rubbing against
my cheeks.
"All the way in, Sport. Way to go. You ready for the fun
part?" cooed Mr. Burns in my ear
I nodded and I felt his cock begin to withdraw, about half way
then slide back in. It continued like this with more and more of his cock
withdrawing from my ass. Finally, he withdrew until only the head was
left, then he slammed it all home. The hardest thrust by far. I saw
stars, he had hit the spot, and hit it well. Immediately his cock was back
out, this time only his cock head was kissing my ass lips. With a thrust
of his hips, it all slammed home.
I felt my body tense and unconsciously clenched my hole. I let
out a booming yell and my balls emptied. Shot after shot of cum exploded
out of my cock onto the railing and deck below me. My balls turned inside
out as my knees went weak and I felt Mr. Burns' strong arms hold me up.
"That was fucking hot! I didn't know you could do that." Mr.
Burns whispered into my ear
"I didn't know I could either." I replied when I came back to
my senses
His cock was still lodged deep in my bowls and I felt my cock
was still hard. He slowly withdrew his cock and I turned around. Mr.
Burns' chest hair was matted to his chest with sweat and he was breathing
heavily. His cock was throbbing. It seemed like all of his muscles were
engorged at once.
"Can you go again?" asked Mr. Burns with a smirk
"I think so. How should we do it?" I responded.
"I'll lie down, why don't you climb on. " suggested Mr. Burns
He lay down on the deck with his cock standing straight up. I
straddled his strong stomach and slowly descended onto his raging member.
This time it slid in easily, all the way. With my feet planted squarely on
the wood planks of the deck, I began to bounce up and down. Mr. Burns'
eyes and mine met, they were hungry and a smirk flashed across his
handsome, stubbly face. As I bounced up on his cock he thrust his hips up,
impaling me on his cock and knocking the wind out of me.
Every time I bounced on his cock, my cock slapped my ripped,
mostly smooth abs. Every time I bottomed out on his cock, I could feel my
nuts tickling against his furry stomach. My cock was dripping onto his
stomach. With every one of his thrusts I could see his muscles straining.
"Clench your hole, boy!" moaned Mr. Burns; I could tell that he
was getting close.
I clenched my hole as hard as I could and with one more thrust
in I could feel his load begin to erupt inside me. He let his cock stay
buried inside of me. I grabbed my cock and it instantly began to unload
again. The first shot was powerful enough to splatter on Mr. Burns' face
and cling to his chin. The next landed on his neck, and the subsequent
jets landed on his strong chest and stomach.
I was panting as if I had just finished conditioning drills for
football. My cock was deflating and Mr. Burns has a glassy look on his
face. I began to slowly stand up and Mr. Burns' used, deflating cock
slipped out of my ass.
"That was amazing." I panted
"You're telling me. I've never been in anything that tight
before." Added Mr. Burns.
"I can't believe I was able to take you twice. That thing is
huge."
"You did good. Why don't you go get cleaned up and I'll start
dinner." Suggest Mr. Burns with a playful swat at my ass as I stood up.
I went inside to clean myself off in the bathroom and as I got
in I hear the moans of Jack from the master bedroom. This was going to be
some weekend.