Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2002 19:46:21 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Parents Weekend ch. 11

"Parents Weekend" ch. 11 (m/m, inc, coll, oral, anal)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

WARNING: The following is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual
acts between male relatives. If that offends or disturbs you or is
inappropriate for your age, read no further. If not, sit back, unzip, pull
it out, and enjoy.


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even if I don't always get around to writing back, you're why I write these
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************


Saturday
night


Dave Peterson held his son's hips still as his body shuddered. He had just
shot one fuck of a load. Just when he thought sex couldn't get any better,
leave it to Eric to show him otherwise. He'd started his discharge a good
two minutes ago and he was still feeling the aftershocks. Mini-orgasms that
would sweep over him suddenly. He tried to pull his dick back, but the
smooth, warm friction of Eric's jock-son ass made his cock twitch and his
balls dry-heave. Dave had no more cum to pump right now. He'd just fucked
three good loads into his boy's guts. He could feel the pool of wetness
collecting right where his cockhead nudge Eric's bowels, deep inside. The
vibrations from his son's moaning - he could fucking feel his boy's deep
groans from the inside - only made the sensation that much hotter.

Still, Dave couldn't take any more stimulation. His muscular hands held
onto the meaty flesh of Eric's rump. Holding the boy still, he swivelled
his hips back and slowly, very carefully, extracted inch after inch of
dadmeat from the boy.

"Oh, dad, don't pull out. Not yet," Eric urged as his father continued to
withdraw.  Finally, after the ridge of the flared dickhead got past the
tightness of Eric's pucker, the prick plopped free. It was still turgid and
upright, after shooting three loads even, and sprung up toward Dave's tight
abdomen.

Eric flipped over onto his back, sweating and panting. He wasn't sure if
his dad flipped him over or if he turned on his own power. He was still
half in an orgasmic daze. Thick, juicy jock cum clung to his washboard
stomach and dripped down his manmeat. Reclining and reaching his arms back
behind his head, he fixed eyes on his father in a look that was at once
lust, appreciation and love. "Man...Why did you pull out, dad?"

Dave's hand reached over to his son and started caressing the taut,
muscular flesh. His son was really developing a nice, manly body. He
couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it before. And all this time he'd been
fucking around with Mike, and before that fantasizing about him, the other
son hadn't even entered his mind, except as someone to sneak around for his
sexual escapades. Looking at his other boy now, he couldn't believe his
stupidity. And his luck. Not only did he have two wonderful sons, but they
were also perfect specimens of masculine youth, handsome young men in their
athletic prime. And both were hot for their father.

Dave looked down on his son's face, admiring the hard-earned sweat of a hot
fuck beading on Eric's forehead. "Gotta rest, son. This is incredibly hot,
Eric, hotter than I could imagine, but your old man needs a break. Why
don't we take a shower?"  The father held his son's head in his hands and
leaned forward to take a kiss.

He'd meant it to be a quick peck before getting up to shower. Only when
their mouths connected, the heat rose inside him. It was the first time
they'd kissed. Not a simple father-son kiss, but really, really kissed.
Three fucks and this was the first time that Dave felt Eric's lips part and
the deep warmth of his son's oral cavity open up for his own tongue. The
two men moaned, ground their unshaven chins together and swapped spit.

It was easily five minutes later when the two broke contact, huffing
furiously for air.

"Ah, son, you're so incredibly hot. I can't believe..."

"You too, dad, you're amazing. I need it, sir. Need you to fuck me." Eric
looked up at his father while teasing the man's erect nipples with his
quarterback hands.

"Sir?" his father asked, his arms wrapping themselves around Eric's
muscular back. The heat radiating off his son's body was overwhelming.

"Remember when Mike and I were young? You made sure we addressed you as
'sir' to show our respect..."

"Oh, kiddo..." Dave moaned, clutching his boy. He hadn't called him "kiddo"
in years, but now it felt right. And it felt so right to feel his son's
tight-muscled teen bulk against his own, fuller build. And to nestle his
hard staff right between Eric's jock thighs which undulated beneath his
own.

Eric grasped the flesh on his father's back. His lips were inches from his
dad's. "...and well, sir, you don't know how much I respect you..."

"...Oh, Eric, your dad loves you..." The two men connected in a brief
kiss. The large paternal scepter fucked its way along the space between
Eric's football-player thighs, tracing the line between the hunky's teen's
balls and his tight jock pucker.


Eric gasped as his dad's bloated prickhead rubbed him. He reached down
between his legs and grasped the meaty crowbar, twisting his fist around
the rigid pole. "...I love you too. Come on, dad. I'm gripping your big,
hard daddydick right now. So fucking big. You're big and hard for your
boy. And wet. Feel my hand on it, sir? Working all that dicklube into your
cock.  Wetting it up for another hard fuck...You know you want it."

Eric was right. Dave did want it. Bad.

"Oh, son," he groaned as he lifted his boy's legs and spread them wide. He
didn't look down, but kept his eyes, his steel-blue gaze right on
Eric's. Looking at his boy was a bit like looking at a version of
himself. His cock was a heat-seeking missile, honing in on his son's warm,
wet asshole. When his prickhead nudged the tight pucker, it felt the
wetness of previous fucks and the seed he'd left before. More than
anything, this felt right.

"Yeah, dad, that's it. That's where you belong.  Your dick's big, dad, no
fuck, it's huge... But fuck it fits so well, don't ya think, sir?"

Dave couldn't hold his hips back, they had a will of their own. A will to
conquer and own his son. To push his aching dick where a father's cock had
no right going. He could feel the tightness of his boy's fleshy assring
squeeze against his pissslit. "Yes, son. Daddy's driving home now. Pushing
it in you, boy."

The young man's beefy muscles felt limp as his dad leaned over his frame to
fuck him again. The minute his father's cock began to spear its way back
into his well-fucked guts, his legs spread further apart, giving his old
man the access he needed and deserved. "Shit, I can feel it Dad. How could
I not? Feels so fucking good. You got two, maybe three inches in there, but
my ass already feels so fucking full."

"Yeah, son, open that ass for your man. Filling you up..." Dave was pushing
more cockmeat into Eric. After he cleared the opening, his shaft sunk,
spearing the warm depths, sliding on the layer of mancream already lining
Eric's anal walls.

"Ah, Dad! That's it, man! I'm feeling you, so fucking deep. Probing me with
that big cock..."

"You're loving that cock, aren't you son? It's all the way in you now,
filling you up the way you should be."

"Fucking right, dad..." Eric's legs clamped down on Dave's ass as the boy
tried to buck his butt down harder on the fuckstick buried in his hole.

"Yeah, your dad's right where he belongs. Deep inside that sweet, hot
hole..."

"Fuck yeah!" Eric groaned, grinding his hips so that the steel-hard shaft
caressed his buttnut from the inside.

"...Two Peterson men connected like no other two men could be..."

"Dick me dad!"

"...First Mike, now you. So godddamn hot! My boys both in my bed, aching
for it, spreading their jock legs for me, for their dadddy's dick."

"Oh, sir! Fuck, me now, sir. Thrust it into me. I can take it."

"Oh, kiddo, daddy knows you can. He can feel that fine ass opening up for
him, it was like it was made to take your father's horny fucks."

"It was sir. You made this ass, dad.  Now take it."

"I'm taking it son. Best piece of ass a man could want. And his own
son's. Gonna take that ass whenever I want."

"Every day, dad."

"You bet, kiddo. Ah fuck!" Dave yelled as his hormones got the best of
him. His mouth crashed against Eric's and the two men felt the bristly
stubble as their tongues dueled in a hot father-son fuck-kiss. Dave's cock
was really pounding now, his hips in overdrive as he shafted his son with
metronome precision, brutal, quick raw fuck thrusts over and over, drawing
his long, hard meat almost all the way out on each back piston, then
shoving home, with a loud, crisp slap against Eric's asscheeks.

"Fuck! Fuck!  Fuck!"

"ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

The two men grunted and spout out fuck talk in unison as they reached a new
plateau of father-son fucklust. Each push of Dave's pummeling cock drove
Eric higher into semi-consciousness. And each move of Eric's muscled teen
body beneath him drove Dave mad with desire. The two couldn't keep this up
for long. With a sudden growl, Dave dug his nails into Eric's hardbody
flesh and growled. His body locked up, his cock deep inside Eric's bowels
as his pissslit opened up and a torrent of cum spurted into his boy.

The feel of his father's seed drove Eric wild. His built body undulated in
his dad's grip as his ass bucked up and down on the spurting cock lodged
within him. In no time flat, he fucked himself off, using Dave's cock to
masturbate himself from the inside out. Hands-free, his dick started
spurting fresh football-jock sperm all over himself and his dad, too.

The two men stayed locked in each other's embrace for about five minutes,
silently glowing in the power and the pleasure each man had given the
other. At last, Dave gave his son a quick kiss then said, "All right,
kiddo, I think we could use that shower now."

"All right, dad."

******


Saturday night

It was still in the Farrell household when Mike Peterson got up for a
much-needed piss. He almost didn't want to leave the bed. Surrounding him
were two naked, gorgeous hunks: his high school bud Jake and a blonde guy
named Kevin who was built like a brick shithouse and knew how to throw a
good, mean fuck. He could feel their heat emanating off their young muscle
bods and their rough-smooth skin next to his.

Mike's football player prick bobbed up and down in a near erect state, but
the athlete knew he had to unload his bladder before he could even think
about taking care of his the load building in his balls. Gently he crawled
out of bed, carefully so not to disturb the other guys. The room was pitch
black, so he couldn't find his boxers. He knew if he stumbled around
looking for them he'd certainly knock something over, so he just went out
into the house bare-ass naked and padded his way to the bathroom.

After relieving himself, he took a good look in the mirror while washing
his hands. He admired his own body, the rough sinews of muscle that
stretched from his thick, ballplayer neck down his bulging pecs to his
rippled abs. A well-honed machine of college jock power. Mike could see
what other guys saw in him and it made him proud. He understood, too, why
his father was so hot for him. It seemed like the man was gonna explode
every time the two of them fucked.

His dad. Mike's cock twitched at the thought of his handsome, big-dicked
father. He had left his dad on his own tonight while he'd gone out with
Jake. While he and Jake had fucked around, with a third guy nonetheless. It
wasn't as if it were unusual for Mike to go out with his friends whenever
he visited home. Only Mike now thought of his father Dave, wondered what he
was doing right now. He now wished he were in his father's bed, feeling the
man's brawny arms wrapped around his chest while they slept. Waking up his
old man for a midnight fuck. Kissing the man he'd admired since his
childhood. He felt a little guilty. And a little horny too.

Mike made sure to turn off the light off before leaving the bathroom.  He
started to make his way back to Jake's bedroom when he bumped into
something. A man. A big, strapping hulk of a man. Immediately Mike felt the
wall of muscle and bulk, the bloated balls of arm muscle, the buff naked
torso pressed flat against his own. It knocked the wind out of him.

"Easy, there son." The deep voice intoned quietly. "What's the hurry?"

It was Jake's dad. Mike knew him from the many visits to the Farrell
household during high school. The guy was a gruff, beefy specimen of man, a
career cop who could be stern but usually had a sense of humor with his son
and his friends. His rugged faced was accented by dark hair graying at the
temples.  But now in the darkness of the Farrell house, Mike couldn't see
the man, only feel the hairy chest now pressed into him.

"Mmmnh," he muttered as his large arms encircled Mike's meaty quarterback
frame. The feeling where the two men's skin connected was sheer electricity
for both of them. The older man's mouth found Mike's thick jock neck and
went to work, licking and kissing and nibbling the flesh til Mike's
football-stud hardon was ribbing his hard abdomen.

"Mmm, stud, you're just what I need right now...Had a rough shift
tonight..." he said, then added as an afterthought, matter-of-factly,
"You're not Jake..."

"No, sir. It's Mike."

"Mike," Mr.  Farrell repeated, as if he were getting used to a name he'd
heard for the first time. His large, wide tongue lapped at the salty flesh
of Mike's neck.

"Mike Peterson," the athlete volunteered.

"Well, boy, you sure have grown at college. Nice hot bod you got there."

"Thanks, si..." Mike was cut off by the force of John Farrell's kiss. The
large man pushed Mike's equally muscular body against the wall as the two
men ground their mouths together, trapping the moans of sexual heat
building up between them.

"Enough talk, kid. I think it's time I try out that hot jock mouth of
yours."

Mike's body slid down. Each inch of the way he stuck out his tongue and
licked the hairy torso of Jake's dad. He attacked each nipple, swirling the
dark chest hair with his tongue, getting the mantits hard and eager. His
mouth slid down the trail of fur, down the ridge between the hard abs,
across the man's navel.  His back slid down the drywall til his knees hit
the carpet.

John Farrell still had his boxers on, but a thick, turgid hardon poked
straight out of the slit. The fat cockhead traced a line on Mike's
forehead, leaving a circular trail of dick goo, while his hips pushed
forward, driving his nutsac into the athlete's open mouth.

Mike couldn't believe the huge, plump bullballs that were being shoved past
his lips. Fuck, they were the size of large lemons and of about the same
firmness. Just a dusting of hair.  Mike could get only one of those fuckers
in his mouth at a time. He swore he could taste the fuckjuice and
testosterone those oversized balls were producing. He nibbled at the fleshy
orbs, then used his tongue to lap at the nutsac.

John was enjoying the tonguebath his babymakers were getting, but after a
long hard day on the beat he wanted more. He backed away leaving the
athlete's mouth open, salivating and panting. Roughly, he locked his hand
on Mike's jaw, forcing his thumb inside the quarterback's mouth and using
his strength to pry open the college boy's oral cavity.

"Here it comes, son.  Hold still." That's all John said as he put the fat
head of his thick copmeat at the brink of Mike's mouth and pushed forward,
sinking inch after inch of tubesteak into the guy's throat.

Mike's groaned, his moans stiffled by the cockflesh gagging him deep in his
gullet. He opened his mouth and throat passage to accommodate the invader,
it was uncomfortable, but he was so turned on. The athlete's large piece of
meat throbbed and swayed with each horny heartbeat.

It was too dark for John to see the favorable reaction in this hunky
quarterback cocksucker, he just knew he had one hot stud on his hands who
knew how to suck dick and who could take a hot end-of-shift facefuck better
than any of the rookies on the force. He wanted to get off, and get off
fast. With firm pressure, he fucked his cock forward, driving Mike's head
back til it rested against the hallway wall.  The stud firmly in place,
John started fucking. He hoped no one was awake because the obscene wet
sucking and slapping sounds could be heard in the whole house, he knew.
Shit, he didn't care, this Peterson boy was too hot a mouth.

In a low, rumbling whisper, John growled, "Take it fucker." In and out, he
pounded the athlete's face while his oversized nuts gave it up. John could
feel the seed travel all the way up his pisstube, the whole length of the
shaft before erupting out from his cockhead. It felt magnificent, unloading
like this, a nice quick fuck to release his sperm.

"Good job, boy," John said as he pulled out his throbbing spit-slick cock.
Instinctively he reached down and grabbed his own dick, jacking the juicy
shaft. He knew he had a load or two more in those nuts of his, but it was
nothing his wife couldn't take care of, now that this boy had taken care of
his more urgent need. "Thanks, stud...If you want more of this dick, just
give me a call sometime." He walked off, leaving Mike naked and hard in the
hallway of the Farrells' house.


******

Eric and his dad took their time washing in the small space of the
shower. It was like the two men had just met, they explored every inch of
each other's bodies with their powerful, masculine hands. Repeatedly, their
mouths locked in deep soulfull kisses, tongues probing and massaging each
other. At one point, they disconnected and stepped back to look at each
other, water cascading over their muscled bodies, blue eyes sparkling in
each other's gaze.

"Goddamn, dad, I love you."

"Love you too son."

A silence followed. Neither man knew what to say. Dave had just fucked his
boy. Not once but three times. It had started as an accident. Just like
with Mike. Only it was beyond that now. He loved his boys. Like every
father did, only Dave loved fucking his sons too.


"So... Eric, what do we do now?"

"First we gotta get out of this shower and dry off. This water's getting
cold."

The two men lovingly dried each other off, caressing each other with the
cotton towels. Dave was amazed his son was getting hard again. Not that his
boy didn't turn him on, but at his age, his cock didn't respond like it
once did.

Eric was happy to glow slower this time around. He guided his father back
into the master bedroom.  He thought of the times he was a little boy and
was scared by a thunderstorm and would come into this bedroom, into this
bed, to sleep with his father.  Now here he was, a grown man almost, with a
hard body and a dick that throbbed in his father's grip.

Dave and Eric spent the next hour kissing and stroking one another. They
talked about themselves. Dave told Eric about his first experience with a
man. He told him about Jim the intern and a couple of the other affairs
he'd had whenever he could sneak away from his sons. Eric told Dave about
Coach, about how Bill had broken him in, taken his cherry. He told him
about Robert. He told him how he and Bill couldn't get enough of one
another.

"Do you love him?" Dave asked.

"Yeah...Yeah, dad I guess I do. He's probably mad at me right now for
dicking around with his brother. But yeah, I love him. And the fucker turns
me on too. And I love you Dad. I can't explain it."

"No need to, son. I know how you feel"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I love two men. Both turn me on like nothing else.  Make me feel
alive. One of them is you."

"And the other?"

"Your brother."

******

Mike crawled back into bed. Jake woke up and stretched his thick young-cop
body as he felt Mike's meaty bod slip in next to his. He reached over and
felt the firm muscles. Mike Peterson was one hot piece of virile jock
power, Jake thought, I wish I could wake up every night in the middle of
the night and feel this hunk next to me.

The two studs kissed in the quiet darkness of the bedroom while Kevin
snored away. Mike still had a bit of John's seed in his mouth, so he fed it
to Jake as they sucked face.  The idea that he was feeding Jake his own
dad's cum made his dick bounce.  Jake could even hear it slap against
Mike's firm abs. He reached down to grip the hard, wet shaft.

"Fuck, buddy," he whispered. "I love this goddamn dick. You gotta let me
have another go at it. Fucking beautiful, oversized cock."

"Be my guest, stud," Mike breathed as Jake crawled on top of Mike and sat
down on that masterful Peterson dick. The young cop began to ride, and Mike
thought to himself that he would be spending more time at the Farrell house
next time he was in town.


******

Sunday morning


When Coach Powers woke up, he felt sticky from the sperm encrusted on his
chest.  Lazily, he caressed his bulging pec muscles with his right hand and
found the flakes of his own cum come off as he rubbed his skin. Meanwhile,
his left hand felt behind to the cleft between his asscheeks and felt the
cool wetness of his brothers sperm that had been leaking out of his abused
asshole as he slept.  His hole felt so good, so relaxed as he slipped one
of his fingers in through the assring. Just a few hours before, before
Robert had fucked him royally right there on the couch, his sphincter was
tight.  Now it felt loose and squishy with sperm. To Bill, it felt just
plain amazing. Slowly he began to explore his own hole, lifting his leg up
to allow his hand freer access to his tender ass. Goddamn, if he hadn't
just got the major fucking of his lifetime and he was still horny! His cock
had long since sprung to life and swung in front of his abdomen as his
finger-fucked himself the best he could. Maybe he could convince Robert to
screw him again before he left.

He looked over at the clock. 10.30.  Robert had already left to catch his
plane. Bill saw a note lying on the coffee table. With it was a videotape.

"Bill, thanks for the great fuck and a great week. I'll be missing that ass
when I'm back home. I took that tape of you and Eric as a memento, but I've
left you this present....  Robert"

Bill popped the tape in his VCR and was immediate horny at the sight on the
screen. It was one of the hottest young jocks he'd seen, all thick with
muscle from head to toe, sitting on his brother Robert's cock.  With each
move down on that shaft, the kid's whole body shivered and his cock
spasmed. Even though the image resolution wasn't perfect, Bill could
clearly see the flowing stream of pre-cum leaking from the jock's pissslit.


"Oh coach," the kid on the screen said, "I can't get enough of your hot
dick pounding my hole."

Robert grabbed onto the boy's waist. "Yeah, take my cock. Shit, kid, I love
fucking fullback sluts like you. Two hundred ten pounds of hard jockboy
beef all primed and wet and ready for my long, hard meatstick. "

The athlete cried as his thighs slapped against Robert's massive quads and
his ass hit bottom. "God, fuck me. I need it hard, coach."

"Yeah, I know you do, boy. Don't have to tell your coach how much a
dickslut you are." This time, Robert didn't wait until the guy lowered
himself on his pole. He just raised his hips up to leverage the length of
cockflesh deep into the tight ass. "Shit, Jack," he continued, "I barely
have to rub my crotch and your bending over, ready for me to shove my
bullcock in."

"Can't help it, Coach" the athlete answered, exasperated by his efforts to
squat up and down in a fast enough rhythm to give his ass the coachdick he
wanted and needed.  "It's just that your cock is so big...so long and so
fucking wide...And I need a real man to fuck me. ... Yeah, Coach, you're
the kind of man my dad tells me I should become... big, strong, in
control..."

Bill watched rapt in lust, his blood pumping in pure horniness, as his
brother took command of this beautiful, gridiron-built Midwestern jock. On
screen, Robert lifted up his thrusting hips as he pushed the young jock
over into a crouching position, where Robert's oversized erection could
pound deeper into him.

"Shit, boy," Robert snarled as he fucked away, "if your daddy could only
see his boy now. On all fours and taking his coach's dick like he was born
to..."

By now Bill Powers held his throbbing prick firmly in his hand. He dared
not stroke it, afraid that it would fire off any minute. His balls churned
and his breath shortened as his body ached to shoot a large load. But he
had other plans. He reached over and dialed up Eric's number.

***********