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Subject: Horny Dad Tales 15: Tapped Out 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 15 Tapped Out A couple things you should know about me and my brothers. One: we all wrestle. John and I are on the Jefferson High team together, while Tim is off at college. John’s definitely following suit next year. No way he’s not getting a scholarship to State, he’s that good. For me, it’s just a fun way to pass the time. I like the grappling, like the contact, like staying fit, but I don’t see it as a commitment like my brothers do. Besides, I’m taller and have a bigger, less compact build. Coach has said that football ruined me for wrestling, but I’m not sure I had the genes anyway. Two: me and my brothers are pretty close. By that I mean we fuck around. Have since, well, I better not say since when. But we’ve gotten a lot of practice and had lots of fun. The bond between brothers is special, but our favorite are these get togethers Coach G organizes when Tim’s home for the weekend. That’s how we end up in a dimly lit abandoned high school gymnasium on a Sunday night, doors locked and a few mats spread out. Me, Tim, and John standing stripped in our underwear. Making out for a crowd. We’re a little nervous, so we keep breaking out into light bouts of laughter as we’re rubbing each other’s bods and taking turns trading kisses. We can hear the rowdy men, about two dozen of Jefferson City’s finest, they’re swearing and talking lewdly. We don’t pay attention, we just swap spit and run our hands along the exposed brotherly flesh. Hand on muscle. Cocks boning up. The way nature intends things. I don’t know whose briefs come off first. But one by one they fall to our ankles. Our dicks rear up, ready to go. I touch John’s. Then Tim’s. Then back. My brothers gasp and shiver at my touch. Their lips are now at my neck attacking from each side. I’m tempted to forget about the rules and just have my brothers fuck me right then and there. The rules. They are simple. We can’t look over our shoulder. Instant disqualification. The fucker can’t talk. Instant expulsion. We have a mandatory one minute rest in between. Beyond that, the only way to stop is to tap out. Tap out and you’re down. Last man to tap out is the winner. “Ready boys?” Mr. G stands with a throbber stuffed in his coach shorts. Big honking wet spot forming at its tip. He’s clearly impatient for the festivities to start. My brothers and I get into position, laying stomach down, ass up, in a triangular spoke set up where we can face each other. We don’t have to watch each other, I guess, but it’s more fun that way. I watch as Mr. Jacobs crawls on top of Tim while our neighbor Mike McFarland straddles John’s meaty ass, pushing his hard cock into its crevice. McFarland’s dick is really thick, and I get a kick out of seeing John’s face wince a little. I can see my brothers’ eyes on me, and I’m wondering who they’re watching. I can certainly feel him, a heavy, muscular man, with fat fingers. Those fingers are applying lube and stretching me pretty good. It’s no secret that Jacobs is in love with my oldest brother. Every time the banker sees me around town he’ll stop me and ask how Tim’s doing. And he always goes first, crawling on top of Tim’s muscular, compact body and stretching his tall frame over him. His favorite way to fuck is quick. Maybe istanbul travesti that’s the only way he can fuck. One of the men always times him with a stopwatch and tells me the time afterward. Only once did Jacobs last more than three minutes. Last week it was one minute six seconds. Tonight it’s closer to two minutes, I’d guess, the middle-aged man huffing as he orgasms deep and heavy in some tight college-wrestler ass. Uncle Dave takes over for Jacobs. Mom’s younger brother, but he and Dad get on pretty well, just like blood brothers, we always thought. Always joking, with a slight competitive drive for pickup basketball games. Unc’s got a beautiful cock. Firm, meaty, but not too big. Just a slightly curved scepter of masculinity. Nice tapered head. Seems a little out of place on a conservative lawyer, but we’ll take our perfect dicks where we get them. Yep, we’re all intimately familiar with our relative’s fuckstick. There are nights when we’ll see if Dave can go off three times, each of us taking our turn riding our jock butts up and down its raw, hard length. Dave swore to us that he’d put an end to the sex, that it was wrong for relatives to fuck, but he’s actually the easiest to persuade into bed. The man has no self control. None. I can tell Tim had no idea who was fucking him, but there’s a look of pleasure on his face nonetheless. Dave’s cock tends to hit your inner buttons pretty well. McFarland is still humping my other brother, who’s bouncing his meaty butt cheeks up in metronomic rhythm to meet that thick-boned invader. Fuck, looks like John’s gonna fuck himself off to orgasm if he keeps that up. But just as I could see the telltale signs start to pass along John’s face, Mr. McFarland chokes back a grunt and slows down his thrusts. His prick, when he removes it, is coated in a thick sheen of his pearly white sperm. He pauses, gives a gentle pat to John’s butt to thank him, then stands up, his sap dripping onto my bro’s bubble-roung asscheeks. Coach G is up next. He nudges McFarland out of the way and gets into place. Stretches himself on top of John and fucks his way right in. No nonsense. Eager to drill some teen wrestler hole. And he does. He starts a quick rabbit fuck like Mr. Jacobs, only Coach has stamina. Plus, when starts to feel the orgasming sensations in his dick, he’ll hold rock still and cool down for a second before thrusting again. Tears are starting to roll down John’s face, I could tell, from his desire to shoot. Meanwhile, I’m getting majorly screwed. My fucker is breathing heavy against my neck now. Nutting in me. I still can’t guess who it is. The next prick I know instantly. Mr. Grennell, my boss at the hardware store where I work part time after school. Grennell’s dick is nothing special – just an average six-inch piece of horned married, cock – but he has this way of penetrating you that was distinctive. Teasing you, tentative at first, til he can feel your hole give in just a little, then he shoves his rod right into you. That thrust always made me gasp. John and Tim were now looking at each other, smirking at my predicament. They always say that Grennell made me look like I was getting deflowered. Uncle Dave is looking straight into my eyes as he approaches orgasm. As if to signal I’m next. Maybe I am. Knowing him, I’d say he had enough juice in him for multiple fucks. Most of these men did. Tim’s high school buddy, Eric, climbs on next. Tim smiles immediately at the familiar shape, size, and thrust of his best friend. He starts writhing against the fucker’s body, which drives Eric crazy. The top almost breaks the rules by speaking – one time he actually got kicked out mid-fuck – but checks kadıköy travesti himself in time. I look over to see Coach finish. He smiles proudly as he looks down at his conquest. Cum dripping off his spent, slowly deflating prick. To my amazement, my father appears next, his erection sticking ramrod rigid as he saunters and kneals into place. I love my dad. Love having sex with him, love watching him fuck. So I am expecting a treat, but I don’t expect what happens next. Dad grips each of John’s asscheeks and pries them apart. Then he leans forward and starts rimming my brother. I mean, really going to town, licking out his ass and undoubtedly eating the fresh remnants of two heavy loads, Coach’s and Mr. McFarland’s. The sight’s crazy horny and instantly makes me start shooting. I am the first to blow, my wad spraying the plastic wrestling mat beneath me. That trips Grennell’s trigger in a big way. My chute is feeling pretty wet now with the deposits of man slime. Next guy I don’t know. He knows how to fuck, but the angle does nothing for me especially. Which is fine since I need the rest. Dad leans back up, fresh cum smeared on his chin, and he reaches down to push his erection right into his son’s wet, open hole. My brother’s ass. That high school senior’s jock rectum sucks up its father’s cock and within a few seconds, Dad is buried into John’s meaty rump. He holds still and lets my bro get used to the length and the girth and then pulls back for a deep thrust. A big smile crosses John’s dopey jock face. Yeah, he knows who’s fucking him. John looks at me then at Tim to try to get confirmation. He can read it in our faces. Daddy’s fucking him. My brother’s smile gets bigger, til the wave of orgasm starts cresting over his expression. He always comes quickly with Dad fucking him and tonight’s no exception. I can even hear the soft splatter of his teen splooge on the plastic wrestling mat as Dad fucks his nut out of him. That trips Tim’s trigger, too. His buddy Eric’s really going to town, lying his full weight on Tim’s muscular back and thrusting as if it’s his last fuck on Earth. Tim loves two things. Getting manhandled and watching Dad fuck. The two together sends him headlong into ejaculation. Normally he can hold off longer than any of us. Eric’s not far behind. His whole body convulsing in orgasm. I can tell whoever follows him is gonna have one sloppy, wet fuck. If I weren’t between fuckers, I’d probably have shot off too. Fortunately, I could take a breather before another man mounts me. Big, muscular, and hairy with a hint of a beer gut. Nice, powerful dick. I’m thinking it’s Police Chief Pollitt, or maybe one of the men from the mall construction site. The guy knows how to screw. I’m wondering how long I can hold off, but I start reciting the alphabet in my head or listing the state capitals to keep my minds off the building pleasure. I’m half expecting Dad to pull out of my brother happy in his conquest, but he’s still fucking John at a good clip. I’m feeling a little jealous since I want Dad to fuck me tonight, but it’s also really hot to watch my old man put my hot-shot brother through the paces. We all like our time with Dad, but John in particular gets off on it. He told me once he keeps some pics of dad on a hidden folder on his computer and that’s pretty much all he ever jacks off to. So it’s no surprise that just as Dad’s finally letting loose with his load, my brother’s coming a second time. Uncle Dave has come back for seconds. This time with Tim. My oldest bro is looking at me intently trying to read my face as Uncle and I lock eyes conspiratorially. He can’t figure it out, though, but his body is relenting, bakırköy travesti relaxing into the shafting. Burly man finally shoots off in my ass. I expect to be mounted immediately but instead, thick long fingers start playing with my sperm-wet ass , pushing the juice back in, massaging my tender ring. It feels good. I look over and, damn, Dad and John are still going at it. Or rather Dad’s still going at it and John’s whimpering at the pleasure and pain battling inside his body. Dad’s skilled hands are now massaging his son’s lats and down into oblique muscle, coaxing my brother into another orgasm. Between that and the deliberate attack on John’s prostate, it’s working. John’s eyes roll back into his head and he bites his lip as his body ekes out another ejaculation. Tears are streaming down his face and almost immediately, he brings his fists down on the mat in rapid succession. “I’m out,” he cries. First one down, one more to go. If I can only outlast Tim, now. A tall order. I’ve not beaten him yet, but maybe tonight’s the night. Especially if Uncle Dave can work his magic Dad is now helping John to his feet, his powerful arms wrapping around my bro’s sweat- drenched bod. The two locking lips. Suddenly I feel the fingers at my backside being replaced by a cock. It feels heavy and big, but by now my hole does not have enough resistance to slow its advances so pretty quickly I’m being skewered by a massive prong. Enormous. Damn, I didn’t know they made them this big. It just keeps coming, inch after fat inch. He pauses from time to time, even withdraws a little to let me get used to the size, but then burrows his way back in deep into my insides. It’s a good minute before he’s all the way in. Hairy balls resting against my perineum. I feel full, fuller than I’ve ever been. Fuller than I could ever imagine being. This guy is huge. My ass walls quiver as I try to ascertain his size. Ten inches would not be an exaggeration. Maybe eleven. I’m stuffed for sure. Then he starts thrusting. If a megadong feels heavy stuffed in you, it feels like a battering ram when it’s fucking you. Sweat is forming on my brow and tears are welling up. I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, but I can take it. I can beat Tim. My brother is now watching intently. Watching his little bro get violated by a massive dick. I can see the excitement in his eyes. The bastard is getting off on this. I guess I can’t blame him. My fucker is picking up the pace. That giant cock pistoning in and out. I grit my teeth and try to bear it, but…. “I’m out” I hadn’t meant to say it but my body spoke for me. Mercifully that man meat withdrew and as I curled up to recoil from the burning sensation, a hand patted my shoulder half apologetically. I look up to see my neighbor Jack Warren standing with a hopeful smile and a huge erection. Jesus. It looks even bigger than it felt. “Sorry, Mike, I guess I was too rough.” I shrug my shoulders. “A little.” I grab his cock and feel its powerful size in my hand. It’s sticky-slick from the loads of my previous tops. “Whoa, this this is beautiful,” I observe. “Yeah? You think maybe next time…?” Afraid to finish the sentence. “I’m gonna learn how to get fucked by this thing if it kills me,” I reply, taking this hard spongy head in my mouth and tonguing the corona. A moan escapes Jack’s mouth. I have a feeling I’ll get a load off him yet. So Tim wins the contest again. As a prize he can pick any of the spectators to go home with and fuck. He picks Uncle Dave. “Payback’s gonna be a bitch,” he boasts, his college wrestler cock already bounding up in anticipation. Dad comes over and gives me a hug. “Sorry we didn’t have any quality time tonight, Sport.” He nudges his face against mine, his five o clock shadow against my smooth skin as his tongue slips into mine for a nice father-son kiss. “I’ll make it up to you this weekend, OK?” “Sure, Dad,” I say. I wonder how I’m gonna wait that long.
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