Hottest thing a father and son can do. The best lube is made when a father demands his son’s cum, only to use it to fuck his own boy’s hole.
I love dirty alternative bois like this. They’re dirty as hell, love being fucked hard, and bred deep.
The conference was winding down…just a couple more days to go. My colleague, Pete and I decided to skip the evening presentation and go back to the hotel bar for a few nightcaps…maybe hit the hot tub before turning in. I kid him that he’s a bad influence on me. He’s a young single guy, dating a pretty redhead. I’m married with a couple young kids. So to me, this is a vacation. But after a few drinks, Pete was telling me how much he misses his girl and how horny he gets after a few days without her.
"Aww, you poor thing," I teased him. "Haven’t been laid in a few days. Hell, I haven’t been laid in a month! That’s why god gave you two hands," I added. "One to surf for porn and one to jerk off with."
"You’re just jealous, old man," he teased right back….leaning over to put his arm around me. "But you better sleep with one eye open tonight! Now excuse me while I go take a piss and air out my little man," he said…downing the rest of his beer.
He got up from his bar stool and steadied himself by gripping my shoulder…gave it a little squeeze,and ran his hand down my back before walking away. Maybe it was the slight buzz I had going, or maybe it was all the talk about sex, or the suggestive threat he made before leaving…but that touch was electric and my cock was stirring in my slacks like it was on fire!
"What the fuck am I thinking," I wondered. I closed my eyes and rested my head in my hands. I could still feel that arm around my shoulder and feel his breath on the side of my face…see that handsome smirk on his face. It was like I’d forgotten how good it felt to simply be hugged by another person. My phone dinged, and I fished it out of my pocket. Another message from Pete. We’d been texting back and forth all day from our various meetings…but why now?
"I miss you, babe," was all it said, but there was a photo attached. I couldn’t make it out til I clicked to enlarge it…and then my jaw dropped! There was Pete in the men’s room with his shirt hiked up his hairy belly and his pants pushed down around his thighs…and his hard dick hanging over his briefs…ready for action!
"What the fuck!?" I caught myself saying out loud. I turned my head around to see if anyone heard me…or saw what I was looking at, but the place was pretty deserted. I closed the pic and shoved the phone back in my pocket, but I couldn’t get that image out of my head. My brain was a little scrambled from the alcohol, so I was slowly trying to make sense of it when Pete returned.
"You ready to get out of here, bud…lose these neckties, kick back and relax for awhile? Maybe hit the hot tub?"
I just looked at him, confused. What was he suggesting? Then it suddenly hit my addled brain…he meant to send that pic to his girlfriend…babe…not me! A smile spread across my face as I looked up at him and attempted to get up. I was just a little wobbly and he reached out to help me. I knew I had to tell him…eventually…but not right now.
"C’mon, pops," he teased. "Let me help you up," he added, hoisting me under the armpits out of my stool.
"Fuck you, sport," I whispered…not so quietly. "I may have ten years on you, but I still have a full head of hair," I teased…running my hand over his buzzed dome.
I was officially a “middle aged” forty year old now, but I was no slouch. I’d wrestled in high school and college and was in pretty damn good shape for a guy my age. Pete had been a wrestler too, so we had that in common and kidded about going a round on the mats with each other pretty regularly. He even referred to me as “coach” since I reminded him of his high school coach.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and I threw one arm across his shoulder. I was a few inches taller, so it was a good fit. We headed to the elevator and went up to our room. We talked about going down to the hot tub, but Pete hadn’t packed a swimsuit. I told him I had a couple pair of gym shorts in my bag and we could go in those, so we headed to our room to change up.
I dug the shorts out of my suitcase and tossed him one…then headed to the bathroom to take a piss and change up. I was standing there, doing my business when I noticed him in the doorway, in just his briefs, holding the shorts I’d given him. I had already taken off my shirt and pants so I was standing there bare-assed in just my tshirt. Fortunately my boner had died down but I was still semi-hard as I shook the last drops of urine off and let my dick hang down.
"Excuse me, coach…I thought you would be dressed by now…didn’t mean to spy on ya," he said, a little embarrassed.
"Well, I guess we’re sort of even now," I hinted. "I’ve seen your junk, and you’ve seen mine."
He looked at me with a puzzled expression, so I grabbed my phone off the bathroom counter and pulled up the text message. I walked over to him and put my arm around his shoulder…a little risque given that I was naked from the waist down, but I wanted to turn up the heat on him. Pete hung his head and turned beet red when he saw the picture, and he started to apologize, but I interrupted him.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, Pete," I teased him. "She’s obviously a very lucky girl to have a hot young stud like you to come home to each night. And I guess you weren’t kidding about missing her, and being so horned up and all."
As I talked to him and stared at his picture again, my cock was rising to full mast…and when I looked down, his cock was bulging in his briefs too. I don’t know if it was liquid courage, or just plain horny lust that allowed me to rub my hand across his broad shoulders and down his back to the curve of his ass. Then I pulled his hand towards me and wrapped my it around my cock. He looked up at me, but didn’t pull away.
"Maybe we can help each other out," I suggested. I reached into his shorts and fished out his straining cock, stroking it gently…pulling his foreskin back and forth over the swollen head of his cock. He let out a soft sigh, and turned to face me. Then it was my turn to be surprised. His free hand reached up around my neck to the back of my head and he pulled my face to his. Our lips parted instinctively as they touched…his tongue snaked into my mouth and caressed mine…sending shockwaves straight to my balls and causing my cock to jump in his hand.
We kissed gently at first, like teenagers just learning our way. Then he let go of my cock and brought both of his hands to my face…and that sexy, scruffy face pressed hard against mine…thrusting his tongue in my mouth…dueling with my tongue…swirling and swapping spit like a couple of pornstars…it was fucking electric! I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight to me while we continued making out…grasping the back of his head and forcing my tongue deeper into his gaping mouth.
We broke apart, gasping for air, and just looked into each others eyes for a moment. He looked so fuckin handsome to me then…how had I not really noticed that before? He reached down and pulled the bottom of my tshirt up and over my head. Then he shucked his briefs off, grabbed my hard cock and led me to the bed. He guided me down on my back and climbed on top of me…started humping his precum slicked cock against mine, and kissing me passionately. I could have done that all night with him, but he pulled away and slid down my torso…kissing my neck down to my chest…licking and sucking my nipple…driving me fucking crazy with lust…and working his way across my hairy chest to the other nipple…chewing and teasing it mercilessly. I squirmed beneath him as he moved down my torso…licking my furry belly, then he looked up at me with impish eyes as he clutched my hard cock and licked the sweet bead of precum that was dripping from my piss slit. His warm mouth wrapped around my cock, and my head fell back in utter ecstasy. I knew I couldn’t hold back long as he struggled to swallow all seven inches of my thick cock. I warned him he was going to make me cum soon.
"Not so fast, coach," he admonished. "I want to do things with you I’ve only dreamed of before."
He scooted further down between my legs and placed his hands behind my knees…lifting them up as his tongue slurped down the shaft of my cock and slathered my nuts with spit and precum. My toes curled as his tongue continued down…under my nuts…licking my taint and all around my sensitive pucker.
"ohhhh, fuuuuck!" I groaned as he pushed my legs back and began lapping at my moist hole. "Unnnhhhh, unnhhhh, unnnhhh!"
I was delirious with pleasure…precum flowing down my turgid cock that danced above his head. His tongue dove deeper into my ass…slurping and sucking at my hole like a starving animal. Then in one swift move, he jumped to his knees, shoved my legs back around my head and leaned down to kiss me…the pungent taste of ass and spit filled my mouth as his cock humped against my vulnerable ass.
"Coach, I just gotta fuck ya…please?" he whispered in my ear.
"Fuck, yes," I groaned in nervous excitement. "Go for it, Pete."
He kissed me again, reached back and milked the precum from my dick, and coated his dick with it. He positioned his hard cock against my tight pucker and began to push gently. My ass clenched instinctively against the invasion.
"Just relax, coach," he whispered in my ear. "I’ll go easy on ya."
He kissed me again, and pressed harder. I consciously relaxed and felt my hole open to him…my asslips spreading around the head of his dick. Then it popped in…and I groaned out loud.
"Unnnhhh, fuuuck!" I cried.
"Easy, coach…I’ll wait for ya to get used to it…just relax." he cooed softly.
He moved almost imperceptibly back and forth…massaging my sphincter until the discomfort subsided…then a little more…in and out…sinking deeper into my ass…and as he gently fucked in and out of me, the discomfort subsided…and was replaced by waves of pleasure with each slight movement of his cock. Then he hit it…and my eyes rolled back as a jolt of pure sexual pleasure rocked my ass. My cock gushed precum between us. I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against my ass.
"Fuck me, Pete….unnnhhhh, fuck me hard," I growled.
I thought I would pass out from the intense pleasure that spread from my ass to my cock and throughout my body as he raised himself up on his arms and started fucking me with long, deep strokes. My legs wrapped around his back as each thrust seemed to get deeper and deeper.
"Unnnhhhh, unnnhhhh, unnnhhhh….fuuuucck me!" I grunted into his mouth as we kissed. I could feel my nuts getting tight…ready to explode…and Pete was grunting too…sweat dripping from his face and falling on mine.
"Unnnhhh, fuuuuuck!" he cried…"I’m gonna cum, coach!"
I grabbed his ass tight and pulled him deep into my ass as he quaked above me…flooding my ass with his hot spooge…shaking and shuddering as he struggled to hold himself up. My own cock let loose a torrent of jizz…thick ropes of cum shooting onto his belly and mine…hitting my chin as my cock sprayed cum like a loose firehose. I could feel his cum dripping down my ass as he continued his slow, rhythmic thrusting, until he collapsed on top of me, smearing my cum between us….both of us panting and heaving like spent warriors.
We rested like that for minutes until our labored breathing became regular again. He lifted his head from my shoulder and kissed me. I rubbed his sweaty back up to his scruffy head and kissed him back. He pulled away and licked the sweat and cum off my neck and chin before letting it spill onto my tongue and swirling it between us. It was so fucking delicious in his mouth.
He raised his head and looked into my eyes.
"What would you say, coach, if I told you that sending you that picture was no accident?" he smiled impishly.
"I’d say it was fucking brilliant, sport."
Fuck that’s hot.