I guess I should’ve been thinking smarter but I was still concerned about my own desires. You see I still lived at home a year after graduating and the sad truth is I didn’t do much. I had a job as dad required it as well as paying some rent and contributing to the bills. But beyond that he let me be. All I had to do was just not get caught doing something stupid. Like smoking marijuana with a couple stoner buds out behind the garage because Mom was tired of the basement smelling like an opium den.
Well we were getting pretty high on some decent ganja when the flashlights were flashed in our eyes. Shit! Standing there was officer Mackintosh and I couldn’t help but think of how his name was like the apple and I couldn’t stop giggling. Even when he radioed into the chief, who just happened to be my dad.
Needless to say we were hauled into county lockup as dad ran a tight precinct and the officers followed every letter of the law. That and the fact he was a fucking hard ass on them like he was on me.
Three hours later I was released to him and I could see the steam rising out of his ears. I knew I was in trouble. When he got me home he sent me to my room like I was a teenager, which technically I was, just not a minor any more. I could hear him and mom arguing downstairs for a few minutes before he stomped upstairs and threw my bedroom door open.
He told me I had fucked up big time. Because of my dumb ass, he might not get his raise because they consider family activity as part of his keeping moral turpitude requirement of his job. As such I was grounded for the next month. I went to work and came home. That was it. No movies. No shopping, and no hanging out with my buds. Especially that one.
I was really bummed but I knew better than to argue with him about this. When he got this mad I could find my ass out on the street and I didn’t have a single place to go. So I just lowered my head and replied with a “yes, Sir”.
This sucked big time as my buddy, Rick, and I had planned to go to this show coming to the arena. Was an amazing WWE event and had about every headliner in it. We had bought tickets for it two months ago when the show was announced and now I couldn’t go.
I called Rick the next day and let him know what happened and that I couldn’t go to the show. I asked if he could find someone to buy my ticket and he said he wasn’t going to the event with a fucking stranger, or worse yet, one of those losers from school. I’ll be over tonight to have a talk with your dad. I’m sure I could talk him into allowing you this one time pardon. I told him that he didn’t see how mad dad was.
He asked when would be a good time and I said that Mom was out of town for a few days since they had a major argument over how he treated me and as such the place was just me and him. He got off his shift around five so I’d give him an hour to unwind and maybe have a drink to take the tensions from the day.
I got home at four and just headed to my room, figuring I’d stay out of the equation. I knew Rick was a smooth talker ever since he managed to convince Coach Dawson that he wasnt able to be active in gym class doing all those calisthenics and such because he’d be too busy taking care of his healthy cock instead. Sucking dick and doing squats over the coach’s bulging crotch were equivalent to the exercises, weren’t they?
The bastard was gifted with a golden tongue, which wrapped around more than a few cocks in our high school. Yeah, he was gay. So was I, but I could never come out with Sargent Dad watching me like a hawk. Rick also had a powerhouse full of confidence. If anyone could sweet talk dad into letting me go to the show, it would be him.
Ten after five I heard the back door slam as dad announced he was home. He’d been in a bad mood for a week before my escapade because Mom had been giving him any and her being gone just aggravated his anger more. I heard him throw an ice cube in a glass and then the familiar rattling as he uncapped his decanter of whiskey and poured himself a stiff drink.
Good. Maybe he’ll mellow out a bit by the time Rick gets here. I stayed in my room and listened to him as he turned on the tv and watched the news. At a quarter after six, the front doorbell rang. Showtime!
I got quiet again as I heard him answer the door and then the mellow tones of Rick at the door. Dad gruffly informed him that I wasn’t allowed to have visitors as I was grounded. Rick countered with a conciliatory agreement and then said that that was kind of why he was here. He wanted to talk to the man in charge.
There was a pause before dad replied that he’d listen for five minutes to his plea and unless it was good he was throwing him out on his skinny ass. A curt “deal” began the talk.
As they settled in the living room, I could hear Rick relate about the expensive tickets that we had already purchased for this wrestling event and talked about how excited he was to see these guys live on stage. Then he asked if Dad had ever seen a wrestling event? Dad just grunted something before Rick added that he looked a bit tired. I bet you really deal with a lot of stress as a police chief. Dad muttered that he fucking did before taking a drink.
Rick added that the glass was empty, was it the whiskey? Before dad replied I heard the stopper scrape as it was removed and more drink was added to his glass. He added that that he bet that dad was missing my mom to come do that for him.
Dad snorted and said that even if she were here she wouldn’t be refilling my drink. Hell she barely notices anything about me. Rick gasped and said that he couldn’t believe that. Not notice how your muscles fill out this uniform or the way the pants hug your amazing ass? Who does she think you put such an effort for?
Dad grunted as Rick continued. I bet you haven’t had a chest massage in years! Then I could just imagine him behind dad’s chair with his fingers massaging his chest. I know Rick has been wanting to do this for the longest time, ever since he saw Dad walking around without a shirt on. He’s a fucking slut about built older guys.
I was expecting to hear dad tell him to get back to his spiel but instead I heard him groan under Rick’s hands. Son of a bitch!
My buddy was scoring in his effort to sweet talk dad into letting me go.
A minute or so of silence was followed by Rick saying that he could do a better job if dad would remove that uniform shirt. It looks amazing on you but I can do so much more if my bare hands made connections.
I could hear dad taking off his shirt and a gasp from Rick as he stated that he didn’t realize just how manly he looked. Then he added that he hoped he got just half as sexy as you are. Dad ate the adoration up as he took his seat again.
I heard Rick ask him to pop the guns and a low squeal confirmed that dad did it. I could hear dad moaning even more now as my friend was undoubtedly stretching his reach further across Dad’s chest aiming for his crotch.
Rick added that Coach Dawson taught him how to apply just the right touch to release the tension across the stomach muscles. Dad replied that Don told him that you gave some of the best fucking head he’s ever had.
Rick went silent then asked dad what he thought about that?
Dad replied that he never took someone else’s word on anything. I need to make my own determination. Then I heard a rough growl of a zipper being forced open. Dad simply told Rick to get his talented mouth busy doing what I’ve heard you’re so good at.
A lot of movement followed by a sound of something solid hitting the floor. Then a low contented sigh as the slurping sounds began. Son of a bitch, my buddy was blowing my old man.
Dad spoke and said that he needed to strip out of his uniform as it was the only clean one he had and he had to work tomorrow. Then he got out of his chair and I could hear him and Rick both stripping in the living room. Dad hollered up to me and asked if I had eaten?
I hollered down that I hadn’t yet. Thought we could order pizza maybe?
Dad said that it would be much later at this point. I’m having a private discussion with your friend and if you want your plan to be released to go to the show to succeed I suggest you remain in your room.
I just said ok as I heard him reclaim his throne. Then he told Rick to get to work convincing me, bitch!
I learned from Rick later that he used every trick he knew to make my dad cum in his mouth. He licked the head while stroking him with a tight fist, he gave tight suction on just the head, licked and sucked each of Dad’s heavy balls but it was when he did his deep throat work, taking my dad’s thick cock all the way inside his mouth when dad went apeshit. Seems my old man loves to see a pair of longing eyes staring up at him while his cock is buried deep in the cocksucker’s throat.
It was then that I heard dad start cussing, low at first then gaining volume as Rick was running his tongue on the underside of his pulsating shaft while his fingers tickled his hairy scrotum. I heard the sound of gagging as dad stood up and commandeered complete control and face fucked my buddy. He hollered something, I couldn’t decipher it, but it must have meant swallow it all faggot because he was coming in my buddy’s mouth.
The ruckus continued for another minute before I heard dad sit back down in his chair. I was amazed what had just happened. I’d heard that cops were busy fucking everything that moved, but I just never considered my dad as one of them. Turns out I was selling him short. As the slurping continued from what I imagined was Rick cleaning up the stray mess along with the final dribbles of semen before I heard dad tell him to raise that twink ass up and let Daddy have a gander.
Then the sound of Rick moaning wafted up the stairs. What the hell?
Dad said with an authoritative tone that this nice ass needs to be inspected for any contraband. You got anything up there you want to tell me about, boy?
A frightened voice replied with a “no, Sir”. Dad then replied that he already knew that I never accept someone else’s opinion. I gotta check for myself. Spread those legs, NOW!
The order barked like it had been had the desired effect as Rick fell forward away from dad but not before he wrapped his strong hairy arms around Rick’s waist. I heard Dad chuckle before a steady lapping noise began. When Rick began moaning in pleasure I realized that Dad was eating out his hole. The groaning rose in pitch as Dad continued rimming my friend in our living room. After about ten minutes of this, I heard Dad tell Rick to kneel across the coffee table as it was time for him to feel what being fucked by a real man is like.
I heard a groan followed by a growl by dad telling him to relax or it’s gonna fucking hurt like a battering ram, because I’m coming in, bitch!
A rapid succession of gutteral moans followed as Dad must have been rabbit punching his way into Rick’s hole. I heard hand slaps against naked ass cheeks as Dad entered my buddy’s ass canal. Finally I heard Dad tell Rick that he was all in. You like that baby?
Rick just made a moan as I heard Dad’s sweaty chest collapse atop Rick’s back. I was furiously jerking off now imagining what was happening in my living room. Might have to rename it the fucking room….
I was brought back to reality when I heard Rick cry out for Dad not to pull out. Dad told him to be a fucking man because he was going to fuck him. I could hear the wood creaking beneath them as Dad began his assault on Rick’s tight ass. I knew it was tight because Dad kept moaning that it was the tightest sweetest ass he’d ever fucked. I must be bigger than Don. Am I, boy?
Rick moaned a definite yes. Much bigger Daddy!
That earned a growl from Dad as the slapping sound began as Dad started hammering Rick’s backside. As his hips met the full ass cheeks another slap was made. Dad asked Rick who owned this tight ass? Rick replied with a breathy “You, Daddy”
A growl followed by the silence as Dad pulled out and made Rick turn over on his back. He slid back in Rick after placing my buddy’s feet on each shoulder. I heard the kisses as Dad continued to pump my friend’s ass. Rick was having his usual success. The grunting from both of them filled the air as they made love on the coffee table. I heard Rick begin to moan in a higher voice crying out that he was going to cum. He got out I’m cu… before he went silent then a loud grunting noise in a series of pulses which told me he was shooting his load. Dad followed up with a loud “I’m coming, babe, gonna fucking breed you!!! Here…It….Comes….”.
The house went silent after the cacophony of the sex symphony blared from the living room. I quietly finished my own load and disposed of it in some tissues and rolled over on my bed. A few minutes later I heard feet on the steps and dad was at my door.
He informed me that he thought about it and he couldn’t see wasting good money on tickets that were already purchased. In my mind I did a fist pump. Then he added that maybe I could take my mom to it. I asked why when my buddy Rick and I were going?
He said it would be a nice going away present. Confused I just looked at him. Then he smiled as he explained that that bitch is hitting curb. The only reason I was keeping her around was for the sex and I just found a replacement that is a hundred times better than her. Your buddy is busy boxing up her clothes right now. If you got a problem with Rick being your new step mom then I guess you can go with her. Capische?
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