Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 13:06:54 PDT
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Parent's Weekend ch. 5 

"Parents Weekend" ch. 5 (m/m, inc, coll) 
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

Thanks to those who have written me about the earlier parts of "Parent's
Weekend" and who have been patient in awaiting a sequel. I hope this
episode is up to snuff. Let me know.

Comments can be sent to me at billdrake@hotmail.com. I hope to be better at
replying than I have been.

WARNING: The following is gay erotic fiction depicting sex between
relatives. If that offends or disturbs you or is inappropriate for your
age, read no further. Otherwise, sit back and enjoy.



Saturday Afternoon


Mike slept in. By the light streaming in through the curtains, he'd guess
it was already 1 o clock. He leaned up and rubbed his eyes. When he could
focus, he noticed the tall, muscular frame of his father standing before
him. His dad was towelling his hair and showing his glorious naked self to
him. Mike soaked in the sight while his mind flashed back to the amazing
sex of the night before. He now looked at his dad in a new way. He was
still Dad, a parent, authority figure. But he was also a sexy stud, whose
dick Mike had touched last night, whose cum had shot onto Mike's own
athletic chest. Now Mike stared at his father's prick, which even soft was
impressive, and felt his morning hardon throb.

"Good morning, son," Dave said, tossing his towel aside and jumping on top
of his naked son lying on the bed. His lips found Mike's and the two
started sucking face, slowly, lovingly. Mike's erection pressed up hard
against his father's hairy stomach, as the man ground his own growing dick
between Mike's bulging thighs.

"Shit," Mike said, "I thought last night was a dream." His father pulled
his upper body up a bit from Mike's and grabbed his son's large, pulsing
cock.

"No way, Mike." His father spit gently down onto the gargantuan jcokmeat in
his hand and began a smooth up and down motion. "I've been dreaming for
ages about getting it on with you, and now we're gonna stay inside this
hotel room all day while I fuck you every way possible."

At this Dave poked his round, flared dickhead against Mike's puckered
jockhole. Mike let out a gasp of pleasure through his gritted teeth. "Oh
Dad. Oh, fuck."

Dave pulled back a little and spit on his own cockhead before pushing back
onto his son's tight but eager sphincter with a firm pressure that nudged
the tip just into the warm hole. Mike grunted again.

"Yeah, son? You like this? You want your dad's big dick fucking your tight
hole good and hard?"

"Oh shit, Dad, fuck my hole. Oh man, I can feel your huge dick sliding,
screwing me. That's it."

Meanwhile Dave resumed his skillful masturbation of his son's prick, which
jutted up desperately and leaked precum all over his hand. With each thrust
of his dick up his son's ass, he could feel Mike shudder beneath him and he
knew that his athlete-son wouldn't be long in spewing his stud load all
over the two men.

The slick bowel walls felt damn good on Dave's assbusting prick. All the
college-boy ass he'd fucked while wondering what it would be like to slid
his meat between Mike's round football-jock globes, all the times he'd
imagined his son's hot cock in his hand. All that came flooding back as he
pounded some horny jock-son butt.

And Mike was asking for his dad to shove it to him harder, deeper. While he
was hardly a stranger to taking stud-dick up his hole, he was used to being
in control in bed as much as on the field. When he met guys on campus, even
the hunkiest of studs, they usually wanted his oversized cock up their own
horny holes and within minutes would be on all fours begging for some hard
jock dick to give it to them.

Now, with his dad's prick tearing into him, Mike gave in to some other man
taking control. That it was his very sexy, big-dicked father only made his
ecstasy more complete. With a couple of deep jabs at his prostate, he
couldn't take anymore and his jocksperm went shooting everywhere. It
painted both men's chests and spurted all over the bed sheets.

Dave looked on in a mix of fatherly pride and unbridled lust. He was glad
he was able to give his son such sexual satisfaction. He'd fucked enough
young men to know a major nut when it was busted. At the same time, the
contractions on his own fuckprod felt miraculous. Dave looked down at his
son's studly body, the thick neck and the mound of pecs and abs, all
covered in fresh, hot son sperm, and he lost it. Jet after jet of his seed
shot all over Mike's bowels. As he shot the last of his load, Dave shoved
his dick all the way in and held it there, as his prick milked out the last
of his juice into the warm ass.

It took the men a minute to recover from such an incredible orgasm. It was
Mike who first spoke.

"Dad, that was so hot."

His father met him in a sloppy, lazy kiss. The pair remained near
motionless for a minute, basking in the heat and togetherness of their
bodies. As Mike clenched at his father's back, Dave's hand rubbed all along
Mike's slick torso. The heat radiated off the two men, who despite their
thick, heavy loads, were hardly spent. Dave slowly, gently made small
thrusts of his prick in and out of his son's opened ass. While the two men
sucked each other's probing tongues, Dave's meat played games with the
twitching hole holding onto it. Sometimes he'd keep the full length lodged
up Mike's bowels. Then he'd pull out and tease the hungry sphincter.

Finally, the father pulled up off their kiss and spoke. "Yeah, son, I know
I've never been hotter for another man in my life." Slowly, but with
determination, he pushed his hardon back into Mike's wet hole. Mike gasped
and Dave let out a hiss of air. "Oh, fuck, son, your ass is so tight, so
hot." Slowly still, but with more force, Dave slid ever more of his hard
meat up Mike.

"Ahh, fuck. Fuck, dad. Your dick feels so good, so hot, fucking me. It's so
long. Fuck."

Dave stared into his son's face, watching the grimaces of pleasure and lust
wash over his face as Dave's prick slid harder and deeper. Here was the
most magnificent specimen of man in the world, with a muscular jock build
matched with a cute, young face. A face that was gorgeous and masculine
even while it whimpered to be fucked. The feel of his son's hard muscles
and slick ass drove him wild and he shoved harder and harder.

"Son, you don't know how long I've wanted to fuck this ass. How many men
I've screwed dreaming it was you." His thrusts were working up to a brisk
pace now.

Mike's strong legs grabbed at his father's clenching ass like hungry talons
pulling in more hard father cock into his gaping ass. "Oh, dad...I'm so
fucking hot for you. That's it. Fuck me. Hard. Take control. Fucking pound
it to me."

"Shit, been waiting so long for this ass. Waiting to screw your jock ass
with my big dad dick." By now, Dave was pulling out then shoving in with
full force. He normally wasn't so rough on the men he fucked, but his son
seemed to be with him every step of the way. Somewhere along the way this
stud son of his learned how to take dick like a pro.

"Like that son? Like your dad's cock reaming you out? Showing you who's
boss?"

"Yeah, dad. I want that dick. Wanted it as long as I can remember. Nail me
with your cock, dad."

"Oh, tight ass. Feels good on my cock. Wanted it for so long, and now this
ass is mine. Gonna fuck it all the time now..."

Mike grunted as Dave's cock jabbed harder at his prostate, as father and
son traded their raunchy sex talk.

"...Anytime my dick gets hard....gonna take my son's ass....""

"Oh, yeah, dad, give me your fucking huge dick...."

"...Yeah, all weekend, gonna stay right here in this room and screw my son
in every position I can..."

"...Oh, ugh...fuck.... your son's horny... wants his father's sperm
shooting, fucking up his guts..."

Dave's dick was harder and thicker and longer than he could ever remember
it. All the college-boy ass he'd screwed in his life til now was nothing
compared to this.

"...and each time I push my meat up his tight jock ass, he'll be calling
out, 'Fuck me, dad!' ... And I'll give him all eleven inches of the dick
that made him."

"Dad, that's it, I'm gonna cum...ungh...ungh...shit!"\

Jets of white cum blasted out and painted the men's sweaty torsos. Mike's
whole body heaved in the most intense orgasm, as he pulled his father down
to a lust-drived kiss. His dad kept thrusting hard and deep, while Mike's
ass clenched down hard on the huge tool ramming in and out.

It was too much for Dave. Finally, he unleashed a second flood of boiling
hot cum into Mike's spasming asschute. It was incredible, he thought the
orgasm would never end as his cock pumped spurt after spurt of fresh dad
jism into his son's bowels. The two men caught their breath as cum
continued to ooze out of their piss-slits.

It was Dave who first spoke: "Yeah, son, and that's just the beginning. I
want this ass all the time."

Mike had nothing to add, only replying, "Dad, you're fucking incredible."

The two cum-soaked, hard dicked bodies slicked together as the men slowly
traded saliva in a deep kiss. It was just the beginning of a lazy,
fuck-filled afternoon.


****

Sunday Morning

Eric woke up when he felt a warm breath. It touched the back of his neck
steadily and softly. For a few dazed minutes, that's all he could
feel. Then the strong arm wrapped around his torso. Then the powerful leg
against his own hamstrings. Then the sleep-hardon of Coach Powers pressed
firmly against his asscheek.

The sensation of being surrounded by this man, by this specimen of male
perfection and hard muscle, was exquisite to Eric. He lay there motionless
and took in the wonderful senses of waking up next to another man, possibly
the man he loved, but definitely the man he had a perpetual hardon for.

Eric was horny and moreover really enjoyed the feel of Bill's firm muscles,
but he was hungrier than ever. Fucking all day and night sure builds up a
man's appetite, he thought.

Gently, he got out of bed, leaving his hunky coach asleep in his father's
bed, with a morning erection to beat all. Eric took in one last look at
Power's massive build and hard cock before heading down to the kitchen.

He had almost finished cooking the omelet, when a sleepy Coach Powers
walked into the kitchen, his bobbing hardon leading the way. Eric was
pleased that he and Coach could be alone this weekend, free to walk around
the house naked, free to fuck in every room, free to sleep in his father's
bed. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to live this
hyper-sexed life with his father and brother on a daily basis.

Eric handed Bill his cup of coffee, which he readily accepted. While he was
finishing the omelet Bill came to his side and carressed his naked backside
with his thick muscular hand. It felt nice and Eric's dick was at full
mast. Something about this man made him horny all the time. He drank about
a third of the coffee and asked, "Needs cream."

"Oh, it's in the fridge," Eric gestured.

Coach just grabbed the athlete's hardon and tugged at it. "I like the taste
of your cream better." he said before falling to the kitched floor and
taking the stud's cock down his expert throat. He started off licking up
and down the shaft between deep-throat swallows, and then he tongued the
piss-slit while keeping the head shallow in his mouth. Eric loved the sight
of his butch coach on his knees giving an expert blow-job

Bill grabbed Eric's bubble-butt cheeks and pulled them in toward his
face. Eric got the cue and began a careful but hot face-fuck into his
coach's mouth.

A few minutes more of this and Eric began losing it. His hips jerked at a
faster rate as he pummelled more and more jock cock into his coach's hot
throat. Torrents of cum emptied out of his shaft into Bill's gullet. Bill
pulled back a bit to taste some of the hot-jock emulsion and was rewarded
with the creamiest, tastiest football-stud-cum he'd eaten in a while.

As soon as the jism flow slowed down, Coach stood back up and with a few
tugs at his thick meat, blasted all over Eric's torso. The pearly white
semen dripped down the athlete's chest and abs as Coach took turns licking
up his own spooge and meeting Eric's mouth in a hot, man-to-man kiss.

The two managed to eat down their breakfast without getting distracted by
sex, but as soon as the meal was over, both of their cranks were climbing
up to full attention. Eric got up and sat in Bill's lap. The blow-job had
been amazing, but now he wanted this stud's meat full and hard up his
ass. He grabbed the Coach's hardon and began to position it as his hole,
when Bill stopped him.

"Wait."

"What is it? You don't want to fuck?"

"Yeah, I do, but I have an idea. Something I want to try first."

"What?"

Bill leaned forward and whispered his plan into Eric's ear, taking time to
slip his tongue in and out of the stud's earhole now and then.

"Fuck, yeah," Eric said. His cock was dripping pre-cum all over Bill's
firm, hairy stomach.

The two men raced upstairs to the respective rooms and quickly got
dressed. Eric was finished first but waited for Bill to come to his
room. He was hornier than hell now, but it was worth the wait.

"Hey son, I'm home." It was his hunky, musclebound coach standing before
him, dressed in one of his father's suit-- tie, coat, oxford shirt,
wingtips, everything. Eric stood in the middle of Mike's room aghast. his
dad's clothes fit his fuckbuddy almost perfectly. The two men were the same
height, he guessed and while Coach has a slightly bigger build,
particularly in the chest, his dad was no slouch of a man either.

Meanwhile, Bill stared at Eric dressed in Mike's clothes- some cut-off
shorts and a fraternity T-shirt he obviously didn't wear much any more. He
realized then how much Eric was shapping up into a fine jock, just like his
brother. Sure, Powers had fucked around a good deal with Mike Peterson and
his dick still ached to think about what the stud could do in bed. But in
Eric, he found someone every bit as hot as Mike, and who in turn couldn't
get enough coach dick up his horny jock butt.

Coach and student stared at one another. The effect of the clothes combined
with the play routine was getting them hot and horny. Eric snapped out of
this lust-driven reverie and continued the game.

"How was work, dad?"

As if in a movie, Bill loosened his tie a bit and unbuttoned the top button
of his shirt, while he stepped into Mike's room.

"Exhausting. How was football practive?"

"Oh, not bad, Coach really pushed us today. And afterward, he made me stay
after so he could help me with my game."

Eric hoped his subtle joke would make Coach laugh, but the man stayed in
character.

"He has been helping you out a lot, hasn't he? Well, I'll have to thank him
next time I see him. I can tell your muscles are filling in quite nicely."

Bill's dick throbbed wildly in Mr. Peterson's suitpants. He wasn't wearing
any underwear beneath the suit, and Eric could make out his coach's massive
erection poking a tent in the pants.

Eric absently caressed his nipple through the thin cotton fabric of his
brother's shirt. He wondered if Coach had ever gotten it on with his
brother when Mike was in high school. His dick ached at the thought.

"Yeah, Coach says I gotta work hard to put on mass if I want to go on and
play at college."

"Coach knows what he's talking about."

"Yes, sir. There's only one thing, though, dad."

"What's that, son?"

"Well, it's just....well, Coach wants us to rest before the game, not exert
ourselved too much.:

"What's wrong with that?"

Their game was in full swing as both men had hardon straining in their
borrowed clothes.

"He told us we can't have sex all week."

Bill chuckled. Eric couldn't tell if he was really laughing at his
creativity or playing the part.

"I guess son's as non-stop horny as his old man, eh?"

"I guess so. But if mom's not around any more, what do you do when you get
horny?"

Bill smirked. "Well, sometimes I just whip out my dick and jack off a big
horny load. That is, if there's not someone around to take it for me."

"Yeah," Eric sighed, "I don't even know why I'm complaining about Coach's
orders. Since I broke up with Julie, I haven't got any action at all."

Bill walked over to stand beside Eric and in a peternal gesture, put his
left arm around his "son"'s shoulder. "Yeah, Mike, I know how you feel. I
haven't gotten laid in three days, and my boner won't go down."

Eric could stand no more. He reached down and began massaging the huge cock
through his father's suit.

"Ooh, yeah, son, your hand feels good on my cock. Why don't you let it out
to get some air?"

Eric unzipped the suit and Coach's cock fell out into his waiting
hand. This was hottest yet of the sex he'd had with Coach Powers.

"You like your dad's dick? Huh, Mike, you like feel my hardon in your
hands?"

"Dad, it's huge. Bigger than mine."

"Let me see, son. Show dad your cock."

Eric peeled down his shorts to reveal his aching, dripping hardon. He gave
it a few tugs then went back to carressing Bill's monster shaft.

Bill's hand felt dowm the melon-sized buns of Eric's ass. His fingers
wasted no time in pushing down the crack into the young athlete's horny
hole. Bill pushed one finger in very deliberately and said in a nonchalant
fashion, "This ass isn't cherry. Who's been fucking you son?"


"It's coach, dad. Every day he keeps me after practice. He takes me into
his office and fucks me on his desk. He's real horny dad, just like me."

Bill continued his methodical fingerfuck. This boy was getting him hot.

"I bet your Coach really knows how to fuck. Is he hung?"

"His dick's not quite as long as yours dad, but it's big. And real thick."

"Good. I bet your ass will be ready for your father's big cock then, huh?"

"Yeah, dad, fuck me!" Eric screamed. "I want your cock bad!"

When Bill shoved his dick full and hard up Eric's ass, it was too much for
the young stud, and he shot off a major load, all over Mike's desk. He
looked over at the mirror and saw his Coach still dressed fully in his
dad's suit, except for the oversized dick poking through the zipper and
thrusting up Eric's ass. Even after shooting, Eric's hardon was a long way
from dying.

Bill meanwhile, held on tight to Eric's hips as he pounded a mean fuck to
the ass beneath him. Powers liked his fucks rough, and now he knew that
he'd worked up Eric into such a horny frenzy, that the jock could take any
abuse Coach's dick could give.

"Yeah, son, take daddy's cock. You like it when daddy fucks you hard and
rough, don't you? I can feel the way your ass grips my dick as I screw your
teenage butt. Oh, you're good. Know how to make daddy feel real nice. I
should thank Coach for breaking you in so good. Maybe invite him over so we
can take turns fucking your ass all night. Would you like that, son?

"Oh, fuck yeah. Oh dad, coach, fuck me!"

"Or maybe we should fuck you at the same time. I think you might like
taking to big dicks at once. Two grown-up jock cocks fucking you, filling
your ass up real nice. Your dad and your coach. Fucking you at
once.... fucking the hell out of... oh, fuck.. oh shit, here I come."

Bill grabbed Eric's hips and pulled them in as he rammed his prick hard up
the jock's slick ass. Coach injected his spermy load deep into Eric's
bowels, as the younger mas writhed and cursed beneath him.

"Oh Eric," he said, switching out of character finally. "I need you to fuck
my ass now."

He pulled his cock out and positioned himself against the desk, leaning
over on the weight of his arms. Eric walked to get behind him, and endid
the fastener and belt that held up the trouser. The pants fell straight to
the floor and Eric was left facing a hard, muscular ass that twitched in
expectation of some teen jock dick.

As Eric pushed his cock into Coach's ass for the first time, he was
overcome with hard-dick, muscle-jock lust. He never could have imagined
fucking a guy's ass would feel so incredible. That it was Coach, the man
who had spent the whole weekend dicking him, just added to Eric's
horniness. Now Bill Powers was in the position Eric had assumed, calling on
Eric to fuck him silly, and backing his ass back against Eric's pelvis each
time the teen-stud's dick drove home.

In mid fuck, Eric pulled Bill's torso up toward him and off the desk. He
pulled off the suit jacket, then reached around to massage Bill's massive
pecs through the dress shirt. With one hand, he pinched and massaged a
nipple, with the other, he unbuttoned the white shirt.

All the while, he kept his pace fucking his stud coach's hot ass. With the
shirt front open, he could now reach under and feel Coach's large pecs and
firm stomach once more, and run his fingers though the chest hair and down
to the pubes that grew curly and dense, then all along Coach's dripping
shaft.

All of which made Coach yell, "Oh, yeah, you fuck like a pro,
Peterson. Keep pounding my ass. Show your big lug of a coach who's
boss. Show him that his sole purpose on earth is to service your big
quarterback meat. That big, fat cock plugging away at me now. Fuck the shit
out of my ass, Peterson."

Eric was on the verge of coming. He wouldn't have guessed Coach could be
such a slut-bottom. He always loved Coach's dirty talk when Coach fucked
him, but now with Eric's cock fucking full up his ass, his talk was just as
hot, if not hotter.

Eric wanted this to last though. He kept up a vigorous fuck, but came up
with a new idea.

"Yeah, coach, your big fucking body is mine. My big jock dick churning your
ass into butter. Fucking your hole so wide you'll come crawling to me every
third period, every day after practice and beg for me to fill it up with my
oversized cock. And maybe I'll let Kyle and Rich have at your ass when I'm
done."

All through his talk, Eric removed his father's tie from Bill's neck and
tied Coach's wrists together behind his back. Coach realized what was going
on and moaned. "Fuck, yeah, Peterson. Tie me up and screw my ass."

When Eric finished tying the knot, he pushed Coach face down onto Mike's
bed. Immediately, he jumped on top of the hunk and began pounding ass. He
was every bit as rough and rougher even as Coach had been earlier. He
shoved as much cock up Coach's anus as possible.

"You want football-player dick up your ass?  I sbould drill your butt in
front of the whole team. Just to show everyone that you're mine to fuck. To
show people how much you like taking quarterback dick up your butch
ass. You do like it, don't you?"

"Yeah, fuck me, Peterson. Fucking waste my ass."

Eric pounded even harder. The hot asswalls of his Coach gripped his cock
and pulled him in even further. Each rub of his dickhead against Coach's
prostate caused the older man to grunt and buck back against him. Eric
loved the feel of Coach's muscled body in his hands. And he loved the
feeling of being in control. He knew he needed Coach's dick up his ass, but
from the words he was hearing from Coach's mouth, he now knew he could look
forward to screwing Bill's hot ass a lot in the future.

"Yeah, Peterson, you big-dicked football stud. Fuck me so I can't walk
tomorrow. Fuck your cum so deep up my ass I'll feel it trickle out of my
hole in class Monday. Yeah, my asshole will be fucking leaking and I'll get
all hard thinking about you tying me up and fucking me."

Eric could take no more. "You want football-jock cum up your hole. Here it
fucking comes. All over your ass. Lubing it up for the next fuck, cause I'm
gonna... oh....oh. Here I come!"

After Eric untied Bill, the two fell into a laxy embrace on Mike's
bed. "Coach, that was fucking awesome."

"I have to agree. I didn't know you had it in you, Peterson. I actuall
can't believe I waited so long to have you dick me."

The two men still sported erections, but they had all afternoon to
fuck. Right now they drifted off into a nap.

****

Sunday Afternoon

Dave's dick ached. He and Mike had been going at all nonstop since Friday
night. They had screwed late into the night last night and had woken up to
a hard morning fuck. And then there was the slow session in the shower and
finally a quick blowjob before the father and son had to check out of the
hotel room and Dave had to leave for the airport. When they hugged at the
airport gate, Dave could feel Mike's big hardon pressing into his
crotch. Dave knew it would not be a long time to be separated from his son,
but the time would seem an eternity.

Not that his cock couldn't use a rest. Ususally he didn't have much
stamina, but with his son he felt like a 20 year old again. Never had his
dick been harder and so quickly recovered from one fuck to another. And his
cock had been a veritable fountain of cum this weekend. Which was
fortunate, because after fucking Mike's ass non-stop Saturday, he realized
his son enjoyed the taste of his father's sperm almost as much as he loved
his dad's dick mounting his ass.
 
When Dave pulled out his wallet at the airport check-in, he noticed the
card from Keith still there. He never ended up calling the guy. He knew
that come Monday or Tuesday, he'd need a tight hole to screw to keep his
mind off Mike. Of course the first thing he'd do tomorrow morning would be
to call Jim into his office and fuck that tight ass raw.


***


The door slammed. "Hey son, I'm home!... Eric!!?!"

When Eric heard his father entered, he was having a leisurely jerk-off in
his room. Not that he really needed it. He and coach had done it a number
of times this weekend. It's just that a little bored and a little high on
the weekend's sexual activities, he pulled out his hardon and began
stroking to memories of mounting Coach's tight ass.

"Eric?!?"

Eric stuffed his dick back into the confines of his jeans and headed
downstairs to greet his dad.

The two men hugged in the hallway.

"Hey dad! How was the trip? What did you do? How's Mike?

"Too many questions. Mike's doing great. He's coming to visit next weekend,
in fact." Dave went on talking, telling Eric about a fictitious weekend
visiting the campus, seeing DC, but meanwhile the erections in his trousers
was already looking forward to his son coming home in a week's time.