Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2003 23:39:00 +0000 From: Bill Drake <email@example.com> Subject: Parents Weekend, pt. 12 ST: "Parents Weekend" ch. 12 (m/m, inc, coll, oral, anal) Bill Drake (firstname.lastname@example.org) 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. Thanks again to the many men out there who've written in appreciation - even if I don't always get around to writing back, you're why I write these stories. My other stories are available in the authors section of Nifty Archive or at Yahoo Groups: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/. Comments, story ideas, etc. can be sent to me at email@example.com. *********** Parents Weekend 12 *********** Dave Peterson sat in an armchair in his bedroom, still and motionless, his eyes staring straight ahead at the empty bed. He tried to think of something, anything, to cool off his overheated libido and the massive, thick hardon that jutted up proudly between his spread legs. Dave looked down at his throbbing cock. It seemed like his dick had been doing the thinking for him a lot lately, making do things unimaginable for a father. Dicking around with his own sons. More than dicking around. Fucking them. And sucking them off. And getting fucked by them. But that wasn't enough. He wanted more. Now he sat there naked and horned up while he waited for his son Eric to return from answering the door. The two had taken a break after their morning fuck and gotten some much needed sleep. So Dave's testicles were recharged and twitching in their tight ball sac. For a moment he wondered where Mike was. It wasn't unusual for his son to stay out all night partying with his friends. Only this time was different. That Parents' weekend in the hotel room changed everything. The minute he felt Mike's hand on him, they both crossed a threshold that could never be reversed. Dave thought back to that first time he sunk his large staff of flesh into Mike's soft bowels. He couldn't have imagined a hotter, sweeter, more perfect fuck. Now his dick throbbed and dripped with clear pearls of pre-cum as he heard the two downstairs speak. "Hey coach, come in." "Hey stud..." The voice was cut off by the wet sound of two men's lips smacking in direct contact. "Mmmnh, bud..." More smacking sounds. "That's it, Eric, feel my dick. God, your hand feels incredible. You've got a talented hand, boy. So fuckin' nice." "God, Coach, I missed this baby. All nine fucking inches of you. Boned up for your favorite player." More wet kissing sounds echoed up the stairs into Dave's bedroom. God, his cock was throbbing mercilessly now. He reached down and massaged the wet dribble into his prickflesh, only had to stop before a hair trigger sent his seed all over the bedroom floor. "Fuck!" he hissed as he breathed in. "Man, I missed you Eric. So much. You and that great body of yours. God I missed fucking you, boy..." "I know, Coach. Knew it when you called. This week with Robert was hot, but he's not you. This whole week I been thinking about you dicking me." "Yeah, buddy?" "Yeah." Dave could hear the two men embrace in a lip lock once more, this time for a good five minutes while Dave was going out of his mind in fucklust. "Goddamn! I need to fuck this ass, boy! Right fucking here, right now! Fucking peeling your shorts off. You got a fine ass Peterson. A damned fine ass." "And I love your cock, Coach. Your goddamned huge cock. Got it in my hand. Yeah, Coach take off those clothes. I gotta get boned bad." "Yeah, taking my quarterback right here in the raw. Hot, tight fuck!" "Wait, Coach. Wait!" "What, buddy? This not what you want? Don't hold back on me now, stud, I gotta bone you deep or my balls are gonna explode." "Not here. Upstairs. I want you to screw me in dad's bed." "Ah shit, Peterson!" "You like that Coach? The thought getting your cock wet?" "Yeah, let's get the fuck up there now." Eric entered the room first. Dave admired the backview of his son's magnificent body - tight, sculpted, fully developed to an eighteen year old's muscular potential. The body was definitely one of a high school football player - thick neck, powerful shoulders, lats that flared down to a slightly padded waist. And a pair of hemispheric ass cheeks that clenched as Eric walked over to the bed, and even seemed to flex involuntarily. Dave imagined that involuntary twitch as some primordial Darwinian signal that a young stud wants and needs to be fucked. Then again, there was little doubt of Eric's desires when he lay back on the bed, spreading his knotted ballplayer legs apart. Dave was looking straight at his boy and could make out the tight jock pucker nestled in the dark brown hair of his son's crack. He could even see the opalescent seepage of his own seed clinging to the kid's sphincter. Dave's dick was dripping hard now. Coach Powers entered the room. Dave had seen the man before of course, many times in fact, but had never taken a moment to really notice him. Now here was the man fucking his boy. The man Eric was in love with. Dave could see why. The guy was a real hunk, probably in his early 30s. Good looking face, with nice, square features. He didn't look younger than his age, but he was fit, virile and well preserved. Nice, rounded muscle covered his frame and was accented by a light coating of brown tuft on his chest and abdomen. Below which protruded a nice, long cock. The man was at full attention, and Dave gauged his "competition" to be a good nine inches, not quite his own length but a weapon of considerable damage. That weapon was now being stuffed down his quarterback son's throat. The coach had gotten on the bed and straddle Eric's firm chest, planting his meaty legs next to each of Eric's arms. Dave watched the man's firm asscheeks squeeze and tighten as he sunk inch after inch of steel-hard cock down his son's gullet. "Ah, yeah, Eric. Fuckin open up for me, bud. I'm gonna fuck your ass...Pound it good. Only I need to lube up my fuckstick first...want a go at your hot cocksucking throat it's been so fucking long. I watched you suck my brother's big dick...made me a little jealous, my man, but hot too, so goddamned hot watching you lick his cock, then take that giant head in your mouth." By now Eric's head was against the back of the bed while Powers delivered a nice, methodical facefuck, leaning into the wall behind the bed and groaning as he looked down at the sight of his star player swallowing his cock. "Ummh, yeah. Suck that hard prick, boy. My jock boy knows how to suck. I like to think I taught you something. I know you're a natural at this, stud, but I like to think I taught you how to love sex. Really get off pleasing a man, taking him all the way, being willing to fucking drink his load. And you're willing, aren't ya stud?" Coach paused and leaned back, looking over his shoulder. He could plainly see the athlete's hard erection bouncing up and down on the jock's rippled torso. Eric was clearly enjoying this hard, deep face fuck. The sight drove Coach crazy. He wanted to be in control, but the thought that his player wanted him so badly filled his whole being with lust. Without warning he started pumping into Eric's throat hard and fast. Obscene slurping and smacking sounds filled the room while Dave watched. "Oh, fuck," he thought, "he's gonna shoot in Eric's throat." Dave couldn't remember when he'd seen anything hotter than this. Coach was pistoning in and out like a madman, huffing and grunting like an animal as his hips swiveled and his ass pushed forward. The man was near his nut, when abruptly he stopped. Pulling out, he looked down at Eric, then swooped down to meet his fuck buddy in a kiss. The two men writhed and bucked as they traded tongues and saliva. Keeping Eric in a tight liplock, Powers straightened out his body to lie on top of Eric's muscular frame, the sensation of Coach's flesh against his made the quarterback moan and twist even more in Bill's grasp. Roughly, Coach reached under Eric's powerful thighs and hoisted them up in one shove. He broke off the kiss long enough to reach down to his dick and position it right at the jock's tight hole. He pushed and it gave way. "Sweet fuck!" Coach muttered as his prick sank smoothly into Eric's hot rectum. "I missed this ass." "Fuck me, Bill. Screw me deep." "Yeah, kid, I'm gonna go deep today. You're gonna know you're fucked. Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Coach was a madman in full rut now, pounding his cock with long, hard thrusts into Eric's ass while Dave watched. He didn't know how long he could wait, how long he could sit there with a raging, aching hardon. Just a minute longer he thought, I've been wanting to watch this after all. Meanwhile, Coach fucked away. "Oh man, your ass is so nice, so warm. Love screwing you, man. You're all wet there, Peterson." He slowed his thrusts to savor the feel of Eric's rectum against his hard cock. "Someone fucked you last night," he added, less a question than a statement of fact. "Yeah, Coach. Got fucked all night long." "Really, boy? You're a horny fuck. That's why I like you boy. Like shafting your ass forward and backward." "Yeah Coach, dick me!" "Tell me, Peterson, whose sperm am I fucking on. Feels real nice, makes your cunt all slick and velvety. Who did it, Peterson? Who spermed your jock ass while your Coach was turning his back?" "Dad." "Huh?" "My dad fucked me last night. First time. And the second and the third. Goddamned hot fuck, Coach, as good as yours. Fucking left me wet." Coach laughed in the middle of his inward thrust. "Shit, Peterson..." "Don't believe me Coach? That's dad's juice you're feeling. Isn't it dad?" Dave stood up and approached the bed. "Yeah, son. Shot a helluva lot too, didn't I? These nuts couldn't hold back." Coach Powers looked back and saw Dave standing behind him, crawling onto the bed while he fucked the guy's son. "What the fuck!" he yelled as he tried to pull away. Only Eric wrapped his legs around him and held tight. The two struggled while Dave wrapped his arms around Coach's torso. "Dave Peterson, pleased to meet you. Don't stop on my account, Coach. Fuck him. Fuck my boy." "Sweet fucking Jesus!" Coach grunted as his hips went into overdrive, pistoning more and more cock into the young athlete and hosing the kid's rectal walls with thick, hot spunk. When he came to, Dave was kissing and licking all along his neck while massaging his pecs and erect nipples. In a low gutteral voice, the elder Peterson muttered into Bill's ear, "Looks like you shot a nice juicy wad, Coach. If you don't mind I'd like to have another go now." Coach Powers had barely extracted his cock when Dave's was taking its place pushing steady and deep into his son's willing ass.