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Subject: Horny Dad Tales: Oral Fixation Horny Dad Tales Bill Drake The usual disclaimers apply: for adult readers only. Contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between men, some of whom are related. Thanks to those readers out there who’ve taken a moment to write. Send those comments and story suggestions along: billdrake@hotmail. Check out the authors page at Nifty or see all of my stories at my Yahoo hoo/group/drakestories/ Horny Dad Tales 17 Oral Fixation We rang the doorbell of the large suburban house. It was cold outside and I was wishing I’d worn more than a thin T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “You doing OK, buddy?” My dad always asked me the same question before these parties. He had no reason to be concerned as I was more than OK, but I still appreciated his fatherly concern. I looked up into his handsome face, the five o’clock shadow contrasting with the starched shirt and gray suit he still had on from work. I gave him a wink and patted his back. “Yeah, Dad, I’m looking forward to it. Only we better get inside fast before my nipples freeze off.” That made him laugh. “I dunno. Those pups can endure a good bit of abuse, son.” Just then, the door opened and the host, Mr. Carson, opened the door. My friend Jake and I nicknamed the man the Giant. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he was tall. 6’6″ in barefeet. And with a real deep voice. “Come in, fellas,” he greeted, holding a drink in one hand and a bowl in the other. “You know the rules, Mike,” he addressed my father. Keys before drink.” My Dad smirked and fished the keys out of his suit pocket. They clanked as they hit the bottom of the glass bowl. He grabbed the drink from Mr. Carson. “Irish whiskey?” “Yep. Stocked up on your favorite, Mike,” the host replied. “Is Junior having any?” He nodded my way. “If he likes,” Dad shrugged. I turned it down. Sex for me is always better when completely sober. I think it was the answer Dad was expecting. My buddy Jake was there, sitting on the couch with a goofy grin on his face. He had a beer in his hand, and I’m guessing he was starting to get a buzz on. Sitting next to him was a guy I didn’t know. He definitely looked like a jock, a bit of a meathead in fact. He was new to the group, as was the man sitting across from him. The man stood up as he saw me walk into the room. Dressed in suit and tie, he reached forward to shake my hand. He stood an inch shorter than me but definitely had the stature of a proud, accomplished adult. “Rich Heller.” His eyes had a real hungry look in them. Not to be cocky, but I knew he was gonna be gunning to get me for the evening. “Mike O’Donnell,” I introduced myself. “You must be the football star,” he observed, not yet relinquishing my hand. “Yessir.” Fuck, I thought guy was going to start undressing me then and there, his eyes were sweeping my body, then staring back hard and heavy into my gaze. “Running back. Made all-state this year.” “You look it every inch. Damn, you’re a hot number. That must be your daddy.” He nodded to my father who was approaching from behind. They made their introductions, and I met the younger Heller, Paul. The son nodded in acknowledgement but seemed to be pretty into Jake. Can’t blame him – my friend’s a pretty hot guy, blonde, blue-eyed, with a perfect boy-next-door look. We’d just started fooling around a few weeks back. “Gentlemen!” the host called out, bringing the bowl in and putting it on the coffee table. “Everyone’s here now, so we can begin.” I watched as Jake’s dad broke off conversation with Mr. Carson’s son Dan so they could join the rest of us in the living room. I felt a brief twinge of jealousy. To say I had the hots for Jeff Gehring would be an understatement. Next to my own father, he occupied my JO fantasies more than any other. The man was perfection. Big chest, huge biceps. A 6’0″ 205 lb. dirty-blonde UPS driver by day, golf-loving family man on his off hours. He and Jake had moved here from California and both had this laid-back regular-guy quality that made my nuts ached. My balls had been blue all week, in fact, ever since Jake had told me he and Mr. Gehring were coming to the party. Apparently they’d been exploring an incestuous relationship over the last year, but had kept it secret so far. This was their first time at the party, and I was trembling with the prospect of a match up with my walking wet dream. The only thing complicating my hopes of making it with Jake’s dad was the other newbie, Mr. Heller. There was something istanbul travesti a little scary about his intensity but something alluring too. He barely took his eyes off me as we sat down around the table. I looked over at Dad to gauge his reaction, but he was busy eyeing up Heller’s son. “We have two new pairs tonight,” Dave Carson started off. “Any question on what we’re here for? We dads suck, the sons get serviced. Got it?” “Yep,” Mr. Gehring assented. Heller surreptitiously licked his lips as if to signal to me he was ready to suck me right then and there. “Yeah. Who goes first, Dave?” “You can. Jeff will get first draw next time.” Rich reached into the bowl, staring me down the whole time. He pulled out a set of keys. “Those are mine,” Jake’s dad chimed in. Rich looked over at Jake, hiding his disappointment. “Cool.” He massaged the hardon in his suit trousers. “I don’t know how this works fellas, but I’m so fucking horny right now. Can we go ahead and find a room?” My dad laughed. “Have at it, fellas.” “Yeah,” Mr. Carson added, “rooms are off the 2nd floor hallway. Just pick one.” Jake looked pretty excited. I couldn’t blame him. He liked getting his cock sucked as much as any red-blooded male. Certainly as much as me and Dan. Quickly, he followed the businessman up the stairs to start their evening. “You’re next,” Mr Carson instructed Jeff. He pulled out Carson’s keys, causing him to grin like a Cheshire cat. “Jackpot,” he growled. “You ready kid?” he asked Dan. When they’d gone up, Dad reached in. As luck would have it, he pulled out his own keys. This had actually happened before. Given the small number of participants, it actually wasn’t against the rules. My father shrugged sheepishly, but I reached over to pat him on the shoulder to communicate that I didn’t mind. I could tell Mr. Carson was thinking of offering to switch, but he was clearly interested in sucking a new cock. “You all set, Mike?” he asked my dad. “Yeah, Dave, Have a good one.” We found a spare bedroom. As Dad carefully removed his suit jacket and hung it over a chair, I stripped off my T-shirt and sweats. My boner throbbed and bounced in front of my taught, fuzz-covered gut. I was raring to go. “Sorry, Junior, but you’re stuck with me.” Even in the dim light, he looked handsome in his shirtsleeves, his powerful chest sticking out in his dress shirt, with the tie neatly falling in the valley in between the muscle. I thought I could even see a twinkle in his eye. “You kidding? I can’t turn down one of your blowjobs. Ever.” As if to demonstrate, I reached down and pushed out my long, erect cock. Fresh ooze started seeping out of the tip, drawing a clear string toward the floor. Dad smiled and reached forward to touch my dick. The warmth of his fingers massaging my precum into my shaft felt fantastic. “You can’t huh? Well, if I hadn’t drawn you, who would you have wanted to be paired up with?” I could tell the whiskey had relaxed him a little. I always liked how affable Dad could get with a little buzz. “Mr. Gehring,” I replied, trying not to be too quick with my answer. Dad paused as if to reflect, all the while his thick fingers teased my stalk. “I can see that. He’s a hot guy.” “Yeah,” I blushed. “You should see him in his uniform.” Though truth be told, the golf shirt he was wearing earlier showed off his bod, too. “You made it with him before?” My dad knelt down in front of me, so I could feel his breath against my nuts. “Naw. Jake just told me that they mess around.” My cocktip popped into Dad’s mouth. “Oh fuck!” I groaned as Dad sank his head down onto my hard stick. No matter how many times we did this, each time had a whole fresh intensity. I ran my finger’s through his hair. He had a professional medium-length hair cut fitting for a doctor. He was starting to gray a little at the temples, but otherwise he had fine textured, dark chestnut-brown hair. I wondered if he gave any of his patients this treatment. More hardon pumped into my father’s throat and soon he was developing his rhythm, bobbing his head up and down and applying soft, supple suction against my sensitive dick. “Oh fuck, Dad,” I moaned, “that feels good. Yeah, suck me. Suck it. Suck your boy’s dick. Aw, like that.” My fingers circled lower, toward Dad’s neck. I caressed his skin, then soon was gripping the hard musculature of his shoulders through his dress shirt. All the while, he fellated me with a quickening pace and deepening suction. It began to radiate kadıköy travesti from the spot beneath my cockhead on the underside. The side pressed against Dad’s wet, warm tongue. It wasn’t enough to trip my wires yet, but it was gonna get me close. Soon. “Oh, man. I’ve never told you, Dad, but every time you do this, it feels like my first cum. Like it’s not gonna come, then all of a sudden I can’t stop it. God, Dad, I sometimes wish you’d swallowed my very first load.” I never spoke to Dad like this, but it was definitely turning him on. Grunting loudly, he bobbed harder and faster, giving a slight corkscrew motion of his head with each down beat. Maximixing the slick friction against my aching, horny cock. Signaling that he wanted my cream, wanted me to shoot it down his hot tight throat. No permission needed, and I wasn’t gonna ask. I’d learned that Dad wanted my jizz. Learned it was my birthright to enjoy orgasming in a man’s mouth. My father’s mouth. Blam! The floodgates opened. My vision blurred and my nuts emptied out into my father’s waiting craw. He slurped and swallowed and the oral quiver against my rod sent more juicing spurting into him. Dad stood up, out of breath, a little woozy, with a still pulsing cock sticking out of his trousers and his right hand covered in his own fresh slime. “Damn, Junior,” he huffed. “Ya made me come twice tonight.” I fell back on the bed, drained and now tired. “Dad?” “Yeah?” “I’m glad you drew your own keys tonight.” That made him smile big. “Me too, sport. I’m gpnna wash up. Whaddya say we get some sleep? Your father’s had a long day.” ********* It wasn’t still dark but wasn’t quite morning when I awoke to a soft sensation on my cock. On weekend mornings that Mom overslept, Dad would occasionally wake me up with a nice, sensual blowjob. It was terrific slowly drifting into consciousness feeling the lapping, sucking sensations he gave me. That it was a strange bed somehow made it feel hotter. I wondered how many of the dads in the house were going back for seconds. I knew from the last party that Mr. Carson was as much a cockhound as my father. Gradually I opened my eyes and adjusted to the dim twilight. Leaning my head forward I looked down at the man deepthroating me. Instead of the recognizable salt and pepper head of hair, I saw blond. Jeff Gehring. “Fuck!” I groaned in a craggy morning rasp. I’m sure my dick surged an extra inch inside Mr. Gehring’s throat. Gingerly, he spit out my cock into his deft hand and looked up. “You’re awake! I’ve been sucking on this baby for twenty minutes now.” “I thought I was just having a good dream.” “Hope you don’t mind. Your dad and I decided to trade places. He also said you might like the uniform.” He leaned up on his haunches and damned if he wasn’t wearing his UPS outfit. My cock belched a bit of precum into the man’s hand. Fuck, he looked so hot. Especially as he leaned back down, ready to swallow me. “God, Mr Gehring, you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of this. Oh, yeah, eat my fucking dick, sir.” It was blowing my mind that Jake’s dad was kneeling on the bed between my spread legs, going to town on my dick. Even more, he was really, really good at it. I don’t know if Dad had given him any pointers, but he was maximizing the friction along that same spot that Dad liked to work, right underneath the dickhead. And he was doing it relentlessly, even better than Dad can. I swear I tried to hold off my orgasm. But I imagined Mr. Gehring sucking me during one of his delivery runs and I lost it. I couldn’t have announced my cum if I’d wanted to, it just spurted right into the man’s mouth. If I was concerned he might not want to swallow, I shouldn’t have been. The man groaned excitedly and gulped my sperm down in deliberate pulses as he rode my orgasm out. He leaned back up, all smiles. “You shoot more than Jake.” I wondered if Jake got this treatment every night. I could tell Mr. G was hard in his brown uniform shorts, but I didn’t have an ounce of energy to even suggest doing anything about it. Besides, the man didn’t seem eager for reciprocation. He stepped back off the bed. “I gotta get back,” he said wiping his mouth finally with his furry forearm. “Thanks, Mike.” I should have been thanking him! Part of me wanted to drift back off to sleep, but the other part of me couldn’t stop replaying what just happened in my mind. I was just about to reach down and jerk off when Dad walked in. He was nude, his cock soft bakırköy travesti and satisfied against his furry nuts. Dad’s face was wet with spit and cum, and I knew he’d just been servicing Carson’s son, Dan. “Oh,” he said when he saw my hardon, “I thought you already…. Jeff said he sucked you off.” I pushed up my cock. “Yeah, he did. It’s just that I’m still horny thinking about it. Thanks for arranging that, Dad.” “Think your father can help you with your problem,” he smirked, edging toward the bed. I laughed and knelt up so that my prick stuck straight forward. I watched in satisfaction and anticipation as Dad scrambled onto an all fours position on the bed and started licking my prick head. I was gonna get my second wake-up blow job for the day. ***** It was almost 11AM before all the men in the house had gotten up and were ready to leave. Jake and Mr. Heller were the last pair to rouse themselves. I couldn’t figure out who looked more exhausted, my friend or his partner for the previous night. As we walked out to our cars, I had to pull Jake aside. “So,” I prompted, “How was he?” “Rich? God, the man’s insatiable.” My curiosity and libido were pushing for more details. “He go back for seconds?” Jake smiled and shook his head. He raised five fingers. “Fuck!” I whispered. “Your dad didn’t do that for you?” he teased. “Nah. He sucked me twice. And then, well, I hope you don’t get mad, but your dad came in this morning and did me, too.” That raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?” He paused as if to think of what he thought of it. “Good for him. He’s pretty good, huh?” “He’s the best. I don’t think I lasted a minute with his suck job.” “Tell me about it. Maybe we can arrange for you and your dad to come over some time.” “I’d like that. A lot.” ***** I don’t know if Jake mentioned the idea to his father, or if Jeff Gehring had the idea on his own, but Sunday afternoon Dad and I were going over to the Gehring house to watch football. By the second quarter Jake and I were sitting next to each other, our jeans shucked to our ankles. In between our legs, our dads bobbed and sucked away, each seemingly eager to coax our first load out into their hot, wet mouths. “Damn, your dad’s real good at this,” Jake told me, as his hand started to hold the top of Dad’s head firmly and fuck his skull rapidly onto his erection. It had never been rough with Dad, but was surprised to see the old man utter a purr of satisfaction as his face got pounded. Dad liked it! Indescribably horny, I gripped Mr. Gehring’s blond hair and started doing the same thing. Jackhammering my cock with his wet, open mouth, punching my cockhead straight to the back of his throat with brutal regularity. That turned Jake on even more. “Yeah, Mike. Dad likes being used. Yeah, just like that. Fuck his motherfuckin’ face with your cock.” It was true. Mr. G grunted just like dad, getting off on the position and the pure cocksucking nastiness. We were both watching our best friend use our dads for our pleasure. “God, Jake. I can’t believe this. So hot watching you use my Dad. I’m gonna pound his throat every fucking night now. I’m gonna… Oh fuck! oh fuck!” My sperm was starting to spurt. “That’s it. Cum in my dad’s mouth. Shoot your wad right down his goddamn throat. Fuck!” Shoot I did. Mr. Gehring was getting hosed good this time. When he finally nursed the last dribbles out, he pulled off and spoke to my dad. “Damn, Mike, Junior’s got a quick trigger.” Dad pushed away from Jake’s abdomen to free from his grip. My buddy’s large wet prick plopped out. The air rushed in and my father spit out the excess saliva. “Don’t worry. He’s good for two-in-a-row.” Then he sucked Jake’s rod back in and reached to grab Jake’s wrists. He placed my bud’s hands back on his head. The was all the guidance Jake needed as he started his skullfuck of Dad again. Mr. Gehring looked up at me. “Up for a two-fer?” “Hell, yeah,” I nodded. “Nice,” he smiled. “I definitely want to make this a regular occasion. If your dad is OK with that.” The man licked my slimy and still-hard cock. I looked over next to me, where Jake was working his way steadily to his own ejaculation, right into my father’s throat. Dad had his prick out and was flailing away with his hand between his legs. Turning back to Jake’s dad. “I think he’s more than OK with it.” He kissed his way around my stalk, down to my heavy balls. His tonguework drove me crazy. It was a real turnon to see this butch hunk in such a position of submission. I started to grip his head again, only he stopped me. “Uh uh. I want you to sit on your hands this time. Let Daddy drive, OK?” Fine with me. As Mr. Gehring swallowed my boner, I just relaxed and gave into a grade-A fatherly blowjob. What a weekend!

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