It was Christmas break and I was already afraid that prospects for sex
would be getting slim now that Brad would be going home to his f****y for
the holidays. We were roommates and lovers, and our sex was everybit as hot
as the first time we got it on. Brad was a junior, a year ahead of me. He
was one sexy guy, about 6’2″ and 190 lbs. of pure All-American jock
muscle. He had boy-next-door looks to match, with slightly blonde hair and
piercing green eyes that he often kept hidden with the rim of his baseball
cap. I had assumed he was in a fraternity until I had signed up for an
independent intramural football team and saw to my delight that Brad, whom
before I’d only seen in my calculus class, was on the team. It turns out
that we got to become pretty good friends, hanging out on weekend nights,
or playing spontaneous games of football or basketball with the other guys
whenever the weather was good.
And since that one night when we got a little too d***k and started fooling
around, our sex, like our erections, has been nonstop and hard. Like I say,
Brad has one hot body, and his big stallion dick is a nice addition, but
what really got me going was that he has what must have be the horniest
butt on campus. It was great: this totally masculine jock god couldn’t get
enough of my not too small cock up his tight, hot ass.
But by now I had gotten used to fucking Brad at least once a day, and I
knew he would be heading to Chicago for the four weeks. One mid December I
was in my room fantacizing about Brad’s warm ass as I shoved my sausage up
his hole. And Brad’s slightly hairy chest as I shot on it while riding his
horse dick. Just that morning I had woken up to a quick fuck session with
my stud friend. It had snowed the night before but indoors our rutting kept
us warm. Afterward, unfortunately, he had to go get a bunch of shit done,
so there I was, hardon in my hand, wondering what I’d do with my fucking
jism without this hot guy around the house to releive me.
Just as I was getting a rhtyhm on my wood, the doorbell of the house rang.
“Shit,” I said, and reluctantly pushed my rod into a pair of jeans I
slipped on. When I opened the door, the only thing I could think was “Shit,
nothing” The man who stood before me was a fucking stud. Late forties, I
would guess, with a build that was fucking packed. His hair was light
brown, with only a hint of gray, and his smile just radiated sex.
“Uh, is umm, Brad here?” the hunk asked. Immediately, I began to wonder
what secrets Brad might be keeping from me.
“Nah, he’s running around today trying to get stuff ready before he leaves.
Come on in if you like. It’s damn cold outside.” ‘Sure, that sounds good.”
After he stepped in and took off his coat, he offered me his hand. “Hi, I’m
Bill Harris, Brad’s father.”
Jesus! I didn’t know what to say, certainly not with the firm grip he now
had on my hand. I invited him to wait in Brad’s room. I went to fetch him
some coffee, and when I returned he was wearing only a T-shirt and boxers.
“Is there a dryer I can stick these wet clothes in?” I showed him where the
dryer was and we headed back to Brad’s room. I couldn’t really think, I
just knew that my heart was pounding at the sight of this sexy man, with
his hairy, thick legs, and that my dick was harder than hell. I sat on
Brad’s bed and he sat backward in the desk chair, his legs stradling the
back. I could make out a bed of pubic hair up the legs of his boxers, but I
played it as nonchalant as I could. We actually had a great conversation,
and I found out that Bill was a real funny man. Of course we started
talking about women, which I wasn’t real into, but I thought, hell, this
guy’s married and that’s the way he thinks about things.
But the less attention I paid to his words and the more I paid to his body,
the less convinced of myself I was becoming. For one, he was looking me
straight in the eye, matching my lustful stares with his own. At the same
time, he would absently scratch his chest or stretch his large biceps, in
what seemed to me a calculated effort to get me all randy. The clincher
though was down below. I could see his dickhead snaking down the length of
his boxer leg and his tube fill up. At first I was embarrassed, but when
after a while I saw a nearly erect prick sticking out Bill’s boxers I
though “fuck it” and said “Hey Bill, looks like someone’s asking for a
little help.” I said, nodding to his crotch.
He looked down. “Yeah, guess so.” He leisurely stood up and sauntered over
to the bed. “You wanna help me here?” I didn’t say anything, just pulled
down the shorts and marveled at the fuckstick that popped in front of my
eyes. I put the head in my mouth and began sucking like hell. Bill put his
hand on my head and began face fucking me with his footlong rod. I couldn’t
believe it, but he was even more hung than Brad was. “Fuck yes,” he gasped,
throwing his head back, as I gave him the best head I could. “You know how
to do a guy right.” He thrust his hips forward, pushing me back down to the
floor. His dick still plugging in and out of my throat, he assumed position
above me and start doing pushups, driving his meat in and out at a furious
pace. Suddenly, he gave a few short thrusts and I could feel a river of
come hose down my throat.
Before he had finished spewing, Bill pulled his prickmeat from the depths
of my throat and knelt up above me. His sperm was spouting on my chest and
neck and his chest was sweaty and heaving. “You’re a good suck, John. How’d
you like to be fucked by a real dick?” He didn’t need to hear my answer,
precome was leaking out of my hardon just at the sight of this stud of a
man towering over me. All I could do was reach up and grab his ball
sac. His nuts were huge and round, like golf balls, in perfect proportion
to the gargantuan stick that waved above.
Following Bill’s command, I flipped myself over and was surprised to feel a
warm wetness as my ass. Brad’s father was rimming me and I had to check
myself or else blow my load all over the carpet. “You like that, don’t you
boy?” he asked “I bet you Brad keeps you pretty happy with his tongue… or
is it his dick that you prefer?” So the fucker knew about me and Brad. What
the hell I thought. Here’s a sexy man tonguing my hole about to give me the
fuck I need. I decided to play back.
“Naw, I said, I like fucking Brad whenever I can. He has a nice tight ass
and good butt, you know.” Bill left his rimming position and moved up to
put his wet cockhead at my entrance. “But it’s my meat you want to take,
right, slut boy? Tell me, are you as tight as Brad?” At that question, he
pushed his fuckprod up me and began to develop a regular and steady thrust.
At that point the door opened and there stood Brad. “Hey John, Hey Dad. I
was going to introduce you, but it looks like you’ve already become
acquainted.” Brad shut the door and proceeded to take of his coat, his
sweater, then the rest of his clothes. He was harder than I had ever seen
him, and his nipples stuck out, calling for a good sucking. Bill’s
attention, originally diverted by his son’s entry, was now back to
buttfucking me. I was too occupied to know what Brad was doing, but then I
noticed he was behind his father, porking his own rod up the full ass. The
thought of Brad doing his dad sent me over the edge and I shot everywhere.
“Jesus Brad,” Bill exclaimed between grunts, “you know how to find good
ass. I haven’t had any this good in a while.” I lay back and felt the
fucking of the two men above me, felt Bill’s slick meat pound in and out of
my ass. I felt I might come again and was slowly working my cock against
the wettened carpet. Within a span of a few seconds, Bill and his son both
came into the ass below them, and the excess of their loads was dripping
down between my legs, over my tight balls.
When we pulled out of each other’s hold, I went over to Brad and planted my
mouth on his. “Glad you’re home,” I said, “I missed you.” “Yeah, I missed
you too,” he replied and resumed our passionate kiss. “Hey, what about me?”
Bill said. “Yeah, you too.” Brad said, turning to suck face with his dad. I
then put my mouth to Bill’s and our tongues fought while I felt the smooth
roughness of his shaven face and the strength of his arms rubbing my back
and my come drenched butt. “Why don’t we take a nap?” said Brad, ” The bed
can hold all three of us.” We didn’t sl**p, though.