“Dad, that hat is too small… Just cause it’s western night doesn’t mean you need to go in costume.” I chided my old man as he sat shirtless at the table in my condo. Dad was visiting me and since I’d come out to him, he’d been nothing but supportive. But, he’d surprised me when he suggested we go out to some gay bars.
He’d had never made that suggestion if Mom was here too, but she had to work. As head counsel for a large, multi-billion-dollar, international corporation, she had a demanding schedule and wasn’t able to make the trip this time. I loved her, but I was ok with that. She wasn’t as adventurous as Dad and I idolized the man. Dad was a phys ed teacher and head football coach at Central High, where I became a star wide receiver. He wasn’t a typical dumb jock, he’d graduated college with a finance degree but his calling was working with and molding young folks.
All of the girls in my grade always went on about how cool it was that my dad was hot, some of them even threw themselves at him. Secretly, I agreed, I lusted after the man for years. It didn’t hurt that his chosen career path gave him plenty of time to keep his body in tip top shape, and he tended to dress to accentuate that. Mom loved her job and loved that Dad loved his job, he didn’t seem to mind that she was the primary breadwinner.
Now, I was 23, freshly graduated with my own degree in finance and having been a 3 year starter at wide receiver for State. I stayed in the closet for my time in school, only coming out to my family and very close, trusted friends until after graduation.
“Fine, fine, you’re no fun, Jake.” Dad laughed as he tossed the too-small cowboy hat down. Dad was always a fun loving affable guy, it was impossible not to be charmed by the man.
“You should probably get dressed, we’re meeting the guys in 30 minutes.” I suggested. Dad’s bearded face was plastered with a smile once more.
“Can’t wait to meet your crew. You gotta have a good social circle.” Dad was always talking about how balance in life is important. Meanwhile, I was fixated on how sexy the gray in his beard on his chin was. The older man hauled himself up and dug through his bag to find a flannel shirt to go with his form fitting jeans, holding it up to me for approval. “Does this pass the snuff test?” He asked, leaning into how I vetoed his small cowboy hat.
“If you iron it first, yes.” I laughed back. Dad did a double take on his rumpled up flannel and joined me in laughter.
“Aye aye!” He saluted me, in jest to how I would sarcastically salute and act when I was in my rebellious teenage years and I thought he was acting like a drill sergeant around the house.
I watched Dad walk into my bedroom to fetch the iron. His 6’1 frame was packed with well-earned middle aged muscle. His big chest had dark fur that thickened towards the valley between his pecs and traveled down his solid, still-lightly-defines midsection before diving below the belted waist of his jeans. He’d always had a great bulge, but for outgoing and free with his body he was, I’d never really seen him totally naked.
Dad looked great as we left for the bar, as usually his outfit hugged him in all the right places. The 42 year old was looking like the stud he was. It was only a few block walk to the bar, my friends were already inside. We didn’t normally go to western night, but Dad thought it would be fun and I didn’t need to twist my friends’ arms to go out.
“Mr. Harbor! Great to meet you!” My best friend in the city, Ben hollered excitedly as he met Dad.
They shook hands and Dad brought him in for a bro hug. The rest of my friends followed suit, most of them thought I was lucky to have such a cool dad, and I agreed.
Dad bought everyone a round of drinks and we formed a tight circle, talking and everyone getting to know Dad better. My friends were rapt with my old man, he had that affect on people. He was engaging and genuine, he really did care about getting to know my friends - he always had.
“You must really hit the weights, Mr. H.” Pete said, slinging his arm around Dad’s big shoulders, feeling his biceps. We had moved on to more drinks and clearly Pete was feeling frisky. I blushed at his obvious come on but Dad took it in stride.
“Perks of the job. That and getting to see Jakey-boy here grow up.” Dad beamed with pride. “And like I said before, call me Phil.
Over the course of the night most of my friends got touchy-feely with Dad. I was used to people fawning over him, they couldn’t help themselves. It was closing in on 1am, the bar hadn’t settled down, but my group of friends hadn’t been there for the crowd. We decided to call it a night and regroup the next morning for brunch.
“I really like the guys.” Dad said as we strolled home, both more drunk than we wanted to let on.
“They’re great. Sorry they kept pawing at you.” I normally wouldn’t have brought it up, but the liquor had me feeling loose.
“I’m used to it. Hell, I like the attention.” Dad said, not in a cocky way, but in his Phil Harbor way of letting me know it wasn’t a big deal. “I have half a mind to take a go at Pete.” Dad surprised me so much I stopped walking.
“What?” I croaked out. Dad had never indicated that he’d had any attraction to guys. Plus, he was married to Mom.
“He’s got a great wrestler build, bet he’s great in the sack.” Dad stopped, looking at me with a drunken, wicked grin.
“What the fuck?” I said more strongly than before as we stood on a deserted city block.
“Jake, when you came out to me and I told you that ‘I understand’, I meant it. I’m bi, I thought you got that.” Dad explained, thinking I’d picked up something so subtle during such an emotional moment.
“I did not get that.” I replied, emotions welling up, anger, confusion, jealousy.
“Yeah, well, it’s true.” He said with almost a shrug.
“She knows.” He said motioning for me to come to him. “I told her when we started dating. She’s got a strong sex drive too, if you must know.” He continued as I approached him. “Let’s get back to your place and talk.
We walked the rest of the way in silence, my thoughts racing, my head spinning. Dad pulled out a bottle of whiskey from my makeshift bar and poured us each a few fingers. We sat down and he explained how Mom wanted to try swinging early on in their marriage. They both liked it but craved something different, eventually they landed on open marriage with some ground rules.
“Basically, we put each other first. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. We are each other’s partner in everything we do, there are just some things that we can’t do for the other sexually.” Dad explained. “I know this is a lot to take in.” He read my vacant, shocked expression. I’d get Dad to explain more later, but for now my thoughts stuck on one topic. “You ok, Jake?”
“Pete?” I asked without thinking. Dad laughed and brought me into a hug.
“He’s cute! You don’t think so?”
“I guess I don’t think about him like that.”
“I won’t do anything if it makes you uncomfortable. I don’t ever want to do something that would jeapardize our relationship.” Dad reassured me. I felt better, but I couldn’t help checking him out. His flannel was half unbuttoned and I boned up in my tight fitting jeans. “Looks like you’re uncomfortable for other reasons too.” Dad verbally jabbed playfully, staring at my bulge. “A little jealous of Pete?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow before finishing his drink.
I silently nodded before croaking out a “Yes.”. Dad had seen right threw me. I would have spiraled right away if it wasn’t forhow he handled it.
“Hot for you dad, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised.” Dad joked, holding his arm out and flexing. The flannel shirt bulged with his motions. He noticed my expression was still serious and embarrassed. “Look, Jake, I get it. Just like before, I get it.” Dad’s tone became less playful. “I had thing for my old man too. But… you knew Grandpa, he was… he was a tough guy who didn’t let people in. I would have given anything to be able to talk like this with him. I would have given anything to get to play around…” The drinks were taking their toll on Dad’s filter.
He looked at me hard. I could tell he was mulling something over in his head, his expression was pensive. My brain was overwhelmed with everything that I’d learned in the past hour. It was late, I was drunk, and I was having trouble focusing on one thought when Dad spoke up again.
“Jake… if you want to… I know I’d be into it.” Dad said softly as a devilish grin crept across his face.
“You mean… fuck around?” I asked, and Dad winked. “Let’s go!” I lept up from the couch and ran to my bedroom. I could hear Dad laughing as he padded behind me.
“Jake… You’re sure about this?” Dad asked standing in the door of my bedroom, seemingly having second thoughts.
“Most sure I’ve ever been. Plus, like you said, you still wish Grandpa would have done something with you.” I tried to bring him back, convince him again. Both our judgements were clouded by alcohol.
Dad’s smile returned and he quickly ripped off his flannel. His magnificent body that I lusted after for years was coming into view. Perfectly muscled and hairy. I tended to go for daddy types, but Dad was the ultimate. I tore off my clothes in a flash. I was an inch or two taller than Dad’s 6’1, but with a leaner albeit muscled frame. I’d packed on muscle to the tune of being 6’2 185lbs of lean ripped ex-college football muscle.
I was beginning to get some dark blond hair on my chest to match the treasure trail terminating above my navel which matched the wavy hair on my head. Dad beamed as he slid his jeans down, revealing that he was wearing a white jockstrap underneath. The pouch bulged and strained to contain his growing cock.
“Glad to see you inherited the family goods, Son.” Dad said huskily, taking in my jock form and raging cock. I knew I was hung, over 8 inches, thick, and uncut. The older man pulled down his cock and his cock sprang free, rock hard. He had me beat in every way with his cut dad cock.
“Fuck…” I breathed, bringing a grin to Dad’s bearded face. I sat on the edge of the bed, Dad sidled up to me cock first.
“What do you want to do?” He breathed. In lieu of an answer, I opened my mouth to engulf his cockhead. “Jeezus!” He moaned as I slide my tongue along the underside of his huge cock. It was an incredible rush taking Dad into my mouth. Not only had I lusted after the man since I could remember, the taboo of it all added extra fire.
Dad stood there, allowing me to orally explore his massive member. I considered myself a good cocksucker, but Dad was bigger than any I’d serviced before. My mouth was quickly filled to capacity and his girth hindered my ability to relax my throat, I settled for using my tongue to map the portion of his cock that I could fit in my mouth before pulling off. I glanced up at the man who made me, he matched my gaze with a hungry passion in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my lips and tongue along the length of the underside of his rod until I met the place where his shaft met his balls.
I slid back and forth, the length of his cock before bathing his big, full nuts with my tongue. His bush was trimmed and his balls were shaved. I continued on, bathing his huge dad-cock with my tongue and lips before returning to sucking what I could fit in my mouth. My hands traveled up and down his built quads, hamstrings, and glutes, feeling their way over the warm flesh. In no time, I was tasting Dad’s precum, oozing onto my tongue, sweet nectar encouraging me to keep going.
Dad’s moans echoed off the walls of the bedroom as I worked. His big paws gently ran through my hair and down to my shoulders, encouraging me. I wanted to savor the moment, but I also wanted more. I felt his huge cock throb in my mouth as precum continued to ooze. I didn’t want to pull off as his grunts slowly grew more needy. The rush of this all was clearly getting to Dad as well.
“Jakey… you want Dad’s load?” He growled. My cock throbbed between my legs, precum cascading down the length of my shaft as it ached. I gave my answer by gripping Dad’s muscle ass tighter, shoving what I could in my mouth, then brought a hand around to stroke the inches of shaft that I couldn’t swallow.
A glance upward and Dad’s head flung back as his body clenched and a tsunami of cum crashed into my mouth. Wave after wave fired out, choking me during my efforts to swallow it all. He gently rocked his hips through his orgasm, as I used my hand and mouth in tandem to milk every last drop of his load that I could. Dad’s body trembled through the aftershocks of the intense nut, and he let out a big sigh as he looked down at me.
“Jake, that was… amazing… just… wow.” He said softly, his cock still at attention, covered in cum and spittle.
“I couldn’t agree more.” I replied, starting to jerk myself before Dad shooed my hand away.
“My turn.” His mischievous grin had returned.
“Dad you don’t have to-” He waved his hand to cut me off before sinking to his knees between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.
He placed his strong hands on my quads, feeling the lean, strong, football conditioned muscle. His eyes zeroed in on my throbbing uncut jock cock, he licked his lips and leaned forward taking a few inches in his mouth. His tongue skillfully traced my shaft, dipping under my foreskin driving me wild. Slowly, he took more and more into his mouth before I was knocking at the back of his throat.
Dad serviced the portion of my cock he could fit in his mouth for a few minutes, learning my cock and what made it throb. He was clearly skilled, I wondered how many guys he’d sucked before. Then, without warning, he opened his throat and the rest of my oversized jock cock slid down his gullet. His hands ran up my thighs as I groaned, trying to hold back my load, but it was no use, I was too keyed up.
I came hard, a firehose of cum shooting directly down Dad’s undulating throat. His practiced throat milked my cock, turning my nuts inside out as I shot the biggest load of my life. Overwhelmed, I got light headed and for a second feared I would faint before focusing on Dad’s touch. I have no idea how long it lasted, it could have been hours or it could have been seconds, but I’d never cum like that before.
I regained my senses as Dad was still tonguing my now-too-sensitive cock. He let it fall from his mouth when I shuddered and looked up at me from between my legs. It was a trip seeing this big muscled man, high school phys ed teacher, head football coach - my dad - crouched between my legs like that. It was enough to make me hard again if I hadn’t already just cum buckets down the man’s throat.
“Dad, that was -” Dad cut me off.
“Jake, I hope we didn’t cross a line.” Dad cut in, his doubts creeping back in as his sexual need was met and the alcohol started to fade.
“I loved it, Dad. I’ve wanted that for a long time.” I flashed a winning smile back at him as he got to his feet.
“Whattaya say we call it a night. We can talk things through in the morning.” Dad suggested, having glanced at the clock seeing the late - or early - hour.
I agreed, I was drained both figuratively and literally. Exhaustion set in, it had been a long night even before the world changing information I learned and the reality altering orgasm from Dad’s oral service. The big furry man made his way out of the room. I hadn’t set up the spare bedroom yet, an extra bedroom set was out of my price range, but we’d inflated an air mattress in there for Dad earlier.
“Dad! Wait… do you want to… stay in here tonight?” I asked before he was out the door. He turned, giving a hard look while thinking it through before smiling.
“I’d like that, Son.” He said, ambling to the bed.
We didn’t talk after that. Dad cuddled up to me, the big spoon to my little. I felt secure and warm with his muscled arms wrapped around me, feeling his chest hair on my back. It didn’t take long for us to drift off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and Dad was already out of bed. He’d made coffee and was reading the news on his iPad in the living room. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and poured myself a cup and downed some water before plopping down on the couch next to him.
“Hope I didn’t wake you.” Dad said without taking his eyes from the article he was reading.
“Not at all.” I said, my mouth dry from the mild hangover.
“Jake, about last night -” Dad put down his tablet and gave me his attention. I tried to cut him off before he backtracked on what we’d done.
“Dad, it’s ok I-” In turn, he interrupted me.
“Jake, let me talk.” Dad said firmly. “If you’d let me finish, I think you’ll be happy to know that I really enjoyed last night. I have a feeling you did too, but I wanted to check in, I am your dad. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything and I don’t want anything to sour in our relationship.” A beat passed before I realized he was done speaking.
“I feel the same way with everything. Last night was better than I could have imagined… and I’ve imagined it a lot.” Dad was wearing a t-shirt that clung to his built upper body. His worn gym shorts left little to the imagination below. “But, I also don’t want to change anything between us… except for maybe more of last night.” I ventured.
“Bring it here, big guy.” Dad said, pulling me into a hug. I enjoyed his embrace, fatherly, comforting, arousing. I felt myself chub in the gym shorts I’d thrown on, I was shirtless. As we broke the hug, Dad paused, looking me deep in the eyes, then leaned forward kissing me on the lips. His hand was on my neck, tracing down over my chest as our lips parted and our tongues danced. I groped the man through his shirt before we finally separated. “Think we have time before we meet up with the guys?” He asked hopefully, and my heart soared.
Next thing I knew, I was on my knees worshipping Dad’s massive cock. It was even bigger than I remembered it from the previous night. I licked up and down before sucking what I could. Dad pulled off his shirt, his fuzzy chest and stomach on full display. I pulled off his cock for a second.
“Dad… would you… fuck me?” I hoped that the question would bring new doubts for him, but I had to try. Dad looked surprised, he cocked an eyebrow before the ends of his lips curled up ever so slightly.
“I had you pegged for a top.” He said dryly.
“I am… usually. But for the right guy… and you… just, I - I need it.”
“No need to beg, Son. Jock tail is my favorite and you’ve got a perfect looking ass.” Dad growled. I was getting to see him in a new light, hungry, horny. He was talking to me like I was a hookup. I needed to know more about this side of him, but first I needed him to fuck me.
Minutes later we were back in bed, I was on all fours as Dad had an index finger knuckle deep in my hole. He was skillful in the way he prodded my hole, careful to not give me too much and mindful to make it pleasurable. He quickly found my prostate, eliciting loud moans from me as I hiked my ass back onto his finger before he added another.
“Ready?” Dad asked, his voice seemingly deeper than normal. I looked back and saw a serious expression on his face. He playfully swatted my ass. “Turn over, Champ.”
I flipped onto my back and Dad grabbed my legs, pulling them onto his big shoulders. His huge cock was already lubed. It glistened, looking more intimidating than before with prominent veins. When his cockhead kissed my hole we both shuddered.
“Goddamn you’re hot, Jake.” Dad growled. He pushed forward, breaching my hole with his thick dad-cock.
“Unnnnghhhh! Fuck!” I cried out as he sunk inches of his cock into me.
“Fucking tight jock hole, Son.” Dad cooed, gently fucking passed my ass’s resistance. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, it was like the first time all over again. Normally it was difficult for me to bottom as I didn’t do it much. But Dad was a skilled top and my sheer lust for him won out. The sharp discomfort fell away quickly as he eased into me and I opened up for him. “That’s it, Jakey, let me in.” Dad growled as his big, thick cut cock pushed in to the hilt.
We both moaned as Dad’s balls nuzzled into my taint. His hands roamed my body but his eyes never left mine. Dad started to pump in and out, taking his time, trying not to bust too early. My cock ached and throbbed as we gazed into each other’s eyes. Dad’s body flexed with each thrust. His cock stretched my hole.
The taboo and our mutual lust kept us from really going at it, as we were on the edge the entire time. Dad’s bearded face contorted as he tried to hold off his orgasm. Each time his cock slid against my prostate I was closer.
“I can’t hold it, Jake.” Dad almost whispered as I felt his cock throb. I knew he was unloading in me, the cock that made me was filling me up with his batter. Dad’s furry muscle chest heaved as his grip tightened on my legs. He gave a few uneven, jolting thrusts as his orgasm rocked his body. I grunted and growled through the pleasure, sweat beading on his muscles until he quieted down and panted to catch his breath.
As Dad regained his senses, he saw I hadn’t cum yet, so he kept his deflating cock in me. He gently rocked it back and forth, while gripping and tugging my thick, uncut jock cock to explosion. My whole body clamped down and tensed as my nuts drew up and spewed thick ropes of molten semen. It splashed all over my bare upper body, coating my sweat damp skin with sticky seminal fluid.
Slowly, my spasming muscles relaxed and I came back to reality. My eyes focused on Dad, above me with a big goofy grin on his face. He rocked his cock back and forth one more time before sliding it out of my hole. His cock was deflating slowly, still mostly rigid and covered with lube and cum.
“That was amazing, Kiddo.” Dad said, patting my flank.
“You’re telling me.” I agreed. Then both our stomachs rumbled and we laughed.
“So, when’s brunch?” Dad asked casually, slipping back into normal dad mode. I didn’t respond right away, I was letting the post-coital scene sear into my memory. Dad was a stud, a big, furry, muscled, ex-jock football coach stud and we’d just fucked. I knew I’d remember it forever.
