I was walking with a tender hole the rest of the day after picking my dad up. Even my dad noticed that I’d never seemed happier. I floated through the rest of the day. I ended up spending it with my parents who were rarely not working at the same time. Mom was a hotshot lawyer and dad was a finance executive. It turned into a great day.
The next day was Friday and I had a grueling workout. Our strength and conditioning coach at State gave me an extra challenging workload over the summer break, I’d asked him to, trying to push myself to the next level. After a few hours lifting and conditioning, I met up with the current starting QB for Central High School, my alma mater. I ran routes, practicing my cuts and working in and out of my breaks. He got to work on the more challenging throws to make.
After most the morning was gone, I checked my phone and saw a text from Mr. A. ‘Happen to be free on a Friday night?’ he asked.
‘I’m busy now :)’ I sent back as quickly as I could.
We made plans for me to come over again that night. Mr. Albrecht was going to grill some dinner, he seemed excited. I told my parents that I was going to a party with friends and I’d crash at my buddy Darrell’s. His parents gave him free reign of their furnished basement for us, my group of buddies always stayed there after going out.
I walked into the Albrecht house like normal. I was such a fixture that I never knocked. Mr. A was out back by the outdoor kitchen area, basting a beercan chicken. He was wearing a tank top and shorts letting his furry, beefy, muscled body breathe. His beard was shorter, more closely trimmed - it framed his face better and made him even more sexy.
“Jake…” he said with a big happy grin.
“Hey Mr. A, whatcha cookin?” I asked jokingly. He was obviously grilling chicken and some vegetables.
“Glad you could make it. Hope your parents didn’t give you a hard time.” My friend’s dad said with cheery eyes.
“Naw, I told them I was going to a party with the boys. They won’t expect me until tomorrow.” I clarified. He grinned deviously.
“Now, I hope your buddies didn’t give you a hard time.” He joked and I assured him they would carry on without me.
“I feel like a kid again… re-energized.” The 42-year-old father of four confided in me with a big goofy smile framed by his dense but closer trimmed salt and chestnut beard. “This morning I hit the gym harder than I have in years.”
I smiled and kissed the man as he tended the grill. I was crushing hard on him. We chatted while he finished cooking dinner. We ate outside on the patio, beercan grilled chicken with grilled fajita vegetables, and grilled potatoes; a meal I knew he’d cooked for his family (and me) many times before.
“I had an idea today, Jake.” He said as we ate. “I could use help a few hours-a-week around the office, some admin stuff. If you don’t have summer work lined up, I know you and Chad only have a few weeks before summer training camp. Well, we could call it an internship and put it on your resume.” He may be fucking me now, but Mr. A was like a second father to me, looking out for my future.
“I’d like that.” I really didn’t have anything lined up, it was difficult to do so when you only have a short time off. We talked about the job, both excited to spend more time together. Dinner was soon over as the sun began to dip lower. It was peaceful out by the Albrecht pool that night. There was even a cool breeze in the summer evening. “Ready to go inside?” I suggested eagerly.
“I was thinking about a soak in the hot tub. We’ve got all night…” Mr. A said with a sly grin. He seemed totally confident in his own skin now. I cracked a grin as I stood up, grabbed some dishes and headed inside..
“I’ll grab one of Chad’s spare suits.” I suggested.
“Just drop the dishes in the sink and get that sexy bod back out here… The fence is high and the landscaping’s big - we can go au natural.” Mr. A raised his eyebrows waiting for my response.
“Sounds perfect.” I said before hustling to the kitchen and back. Mr. A was already in the hot tub that was built into the inground pool which was the centerpiece of the expansive Albrecht backyard. He had his arms spread on the ledge, leaning back relaxing as the bubbling tub heated up. I took notice of his beefy, muscular, and hairy body. I was still walking on cloud nine since yesterday and the anticipation to have sex with my best friend’s dad again was starting to kill me.
“There it is!” Mr. A joked as I shed my shorts so I was naked before hopping into the tub. I stopped to playfully flex then wave my soft cock in the air before getting in. Mr. A laughed at my youthful exuberance.
We continued our easy conversation, chatting about my goals for the season and school. Mr. A shared about his job and what I’d be helping with around the office. His gaze was heavy, he radiated sex. How Mrs. A could freeze him out like that baffled me.
“Jake, I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed yesterday.” Mr. A changed the subject after a lull. The sun was starting to sink in the sky. “But, I want to check in and make sure we’re on the same page.”
“Mr. A… yesterday was the best day of my life.” I said honestly, and I’d done some noteworthy things. The ex-jock smirked happily, hearing the answer he wanted.
“Let’s go inside.” He said softly. Leapt out of the pool, even the walk to the master bedroom seemed like an eternity. By the time we got there, Mr. A was sporting his trademark massive erection. “Get up there on all fours.” He instructed calmly, I complied happily.
Quickly he grabbed and spread my cheeks, teasing his tongue all around my hole. He zeroed in painfully slowly, teasing me all the way. When he finally speared my hole with his tongue, I hiked back on it as far as I could. Mr. A held my ass firm to keep me from squirming as he passionately ate my hole. He took to rimming like a duck to water. He even expertly used his beard to amplify the sensations.
“I can’t wait any longer, I need to get inside you.” Mr. A breathed as he came up for air. “My balls have been churning all day.” He said with a half smirk. I liked this more unguarded version of Mr. Albrecht a lot.
“Fuck yeah!” I hissed in horniness.
“On your back, Slugger.” His half smirk turned into a half sneer of horned up lust. His massive cut, veiny cock throbbed out in front of him at a 45 degree angle. A testament to how hard his huge dick was. It was angry and red. I hopped into place, my lanky, lean muscled 6’2 wide receiver frame sliding underneath Mr. A’s massive 6’5 260lbs of beefy, hairy, middle aged ex-tight end build. I held my legs in the air as he greased up his hog.
He also greased up his fingers, sinking one in then soon another before deeming me ready. It was as if he was a seasoned pro, not his second time with a guy. I didn’t care, he nuzzled his cockhead to my hole. Mr. Albrecht looked me in the eyes as he pushed in. Penetration was tough, the familiar pain and discomfort returned in full force, but this time accompanied by soreness from the previous day. I grunted and gritted my teeth, his girth was stretching me.
“Easy there. Relax… remember yesterday, how you opened up for me…” Mr. A purred stroking my sides and pecs. His pause and words helped and he sunk another inch in. I grunted at the intrusion, still a very inexperienced bottom myself. He could sense exactly when and how much to push in until he finally had about six inches of his cock inside me, stretching me.
“Goddamn horse cock, Mr. A.” I groaned as he gently shifted his cock inside me. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled behind his beard.
“Thaaat’s it! Oh yeah!” Mr. A celebrated after he nudged through some resistance and I opened up more. We both sighed as he paused. “We both know you want my cock.” His deep voice reverberated, huskier. “You’ve wanted it for a long time, pulling your pud to me and everything…” He kept talking to himself, clearly completely at ease and getting off on being desired. It was all true, I’d told him so. His easy going jock confidence eased and my tension melted away.
A deep moan escaped my chest as Mr. Albrecht sunk down to the hilt. “Goddamnit, Slugger!” He bellowed, fighting the urge to nut. Once he fought back from the ledge, he leaned down to kiss me. “You’re incredible, Jake. Really.” He said with a look of pride on his salt and pepper breaded face as he broke the kiss. I was finally able to take him all the way without pain and discomfort, our excitement was palpable. “Ohh baby!” The 42 year-old groaned as he started tiny thrusts.
My ass gripped his cock tightly, but it had opened up enough to accommodate his girth, allowing some thrusting. My eyes went unfocused at times as he worked up momentum, thrusting in and out. Occasionally he pushed in all the way, bottoming out deep inside my guts. I was beside myself in pleasure, a standout college football receiver getting fucked by his best friend’s dad. I reached up and played with his furry, muscled chest and teased his nipples. He pushed my legs further back, changing the angle and after a few thrusts, he plunged deep. The new angle was working wonders,
“I need to bust, Slugger. You want it in ya?” Mr. Albrecht groaned, not breaking rhythm.
“Yeah, breed me, Mr. A.” I moaned, grabbing my cock to tug out my load as the big ex-jock plunged deep one more time. I gasped and cum rocketed from my cock. Mr. Albrecht closed his eyes and let out a deep groan as his cock pulsed against my spasming hole. The two of us wailed through our nut, Mr. Albrecht kept sawing in and out as he deposited his thick, virile load.
We uncoupled and lay on the bed together, basking in the glow of the scorching sex we’d just had. I lazily ran my hands through the father-of-four’s furry muscles, damp with sweat from his exertions. He groaned as I teased a nipple playfully, his cock stayed half hard. Mr. A was a stud, ready to go multiple rounds. My cock returned to its full hardness.
“You’re something else, Jake.” Mr. Albrecht broke the serene silence. “I feel so alive when you’re around… No one’s looked at me the way you do in years.” Mr. A turned his head, staring at me. I smiled, it was clear that Mr. Albrecht had been neglected and wanted to be desired.
“I can’t speak for anyone else, but you’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen.” I replied truthfully. Being a college football player, I’d seen my share of hot men who pushed my buttons. Few of them came close to Mr. A, and even fewer I was hot to get fucked by. The older man pulled me into a horizontal bear hug and we made out lazily for a few minutes. We laid there together for a few more minutes.
“I was thinking of getting to more State games this year.” Mr. A offered, trying to gauge my reaction.
“I’d really like that.” I said, beaming. I wasn’t about to turn down more opportunities to be with the big ex-jock.
I ended up staying the night with Mr. Albrecht. My ass was too sore to get fucked again, so I tired my hand at sucking his monster cock. I ended up getting two more loads out of the man, and he jerked me off. Once Mrs. A, their daughters, and Chad came home, it was more difficult for us to get time alone together. I worked for Mr. A for the remainder of my summer break, but we were both so busy that it only resulted in a few blowjobs. Before I knew it, it was time to get back to campus for summer practice, then training camp.
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Mr. A and I texted a lot once I was back on campus, but we were both still frustrated. It wasn’t until the third game of the season that Mr. Albrecht was able to attend. Being an alumnus of the State Football program, it was easy for him to get primo seats.
I’d had a disappointing beginning to the season in our first few games, but knowing Mr. A was in the stadium, I pressed even harder. It resulted in my best game as a college player, 8 catches, 132 yards, 3 TDs in what turned into a route. I was flying high after the game, one of my good friends on the team, Jalen, tried to get me to go out with him and some of the guys. I had to beg off what would be a fun night for something even more fun.
I was meeting Mr. Albrecht in his hotel that evening after some alumni events he’d agreed to attend. I was visibly excited as I got ready, it had been difficult for us to match up our schedules to even allow us time to FaceTime in private - I hadn’t seen the man in nearly 3 months. I was already hard in my pants as I knocked on his hotel door.
There were butterflies in my stomach when Mr. A opened the door. He smiled big and ushered me inside the room. We embraced and kissed, each of our hands roaming the other’s clothed body. Mr. Albrecht felt a little different than I could remember.
“I don’t think I can wait, Jake.” My friend’s father’s voice was deep with lust.
“I can’t either.” I agreed and started to strip off my clothes.
I was naked first, my big, uncut jock cock stuck out from my groin, posturing like a snake about to strike. Mr. Albrecht took his time disrobing. He peeled off his zip up, then his shirt. I let out a whistle and took notice of the changes to his body. Mr. A had slimmed down. Not too much, but he’d lost some of the extra padding that he’d carried the last time I saw him.
“I’ve been hitting the gym harder, even cardio too.” Mr. Albrecht blushed as he explained. “Cleaned up my diet… I hope you like it.” He added.
“You looked great before and you look great now.” I complimented as my cock throbbed. Mr. A hadn’t lost much muscle if any, it looked to me like he’d slimmed down some of the middle aged spread. His big beefy, muscular body was tighter, he looked more like the athlete he was. He looked younger and happier than before.
“Get on the bed, Jake.” He said more seriously, desire in his eyes as he stepped out of his jeans.
Before I could even look over my shoulders in the doggie position, I felt Mr. A spread my cheeks. He lapped at my hole, showing his urgency by his lack of teasing. He dove in, starting slow, he wriggled his tongue against my hole, pushing in and out. His technique was better than I remembered, and soon he added a finger working in concert with his oral muscle.
I was moaning as he worked to loosen and relax my hole enough for him to enter me. Occasionally he’d slide one of his big paws up my flank, goosing my nipple to check that I was doing ok. My cock leaked on the bed, luckily his room had 2. I could have cum just from his hole eating and fingering, but after losing track of time I felt him pull back.
“How do you want it, Jakey?” He asked, playfully smacking my ass cheek.
“I wanna watch you.” I said heavily. I turned over onto my back and pulled my lean, muscled legs towards my ripped upper body. Mr. A grunted and lewdly felted up my abs and chest. I had a treasure trail of light brown hair on my lower abs to around my navel and a dusting in the valley between my pecs as well as around my pert, pink nipples.
Mr. Albrecht nudged his greased up, massive member against my hole, slick with saliva and lube. Flexing his hips, he pushed forward. The pressure was intense, but eventually my hole relented and the head of Mr. A’s cock penetrated. We both moaned as he sunk a few inches in before pausing. His lips curled into a lustful sneer.
The older man slowly worked his long, thick dad cock into me. He was meticulous about reading my reactions to not overwhelm me. The penetration was easier and more comfortable than it had been for me before, it was clear Mr. Albrecht had become a more skilled top.
Once he had ⅔ of his cock in me he began a slow, steady sawing motion to fuck away the resistence. Mr. A took over holding my legs as my head rolled back on the bed, the pleasure was building. Then, he pulled back and used his bloated cockhead to tease my hole, driving me wild. I watched him work, his newly tighter build showcased his muscles flexing and relaxing behind his forest of fur.
After teasing me to the edge, he pushed his cock nearly all the way in eliciting a deep guttural groan from me as my cock jerked and spasmed dribbling precum all over myself. He held it there for a beat before beginning smooth, long thrusts, deeper and deeper. My hole really started to open up and my body relaxed as he snaked his cock in and out. We both began to perspire, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take his deep thrusts when I realized he was burying the whole thing in me.
I felt Mr. A’s balls resting against my ass as he held still, buried to the hilt. He looked down at me grinning, he’d once again conquered my tight jock hole. Slowly, he pulled back before thrusting in slightly quicker. Mr. Albrecht bottomed out on each thrust, making me see stars each time. His expression was one of concentration, trying to hold back his orgasm. Each thrust he pulled back further before going all the way back in.
“Goddamn your ass is perfect.” My best bud’s dad groaned as he bottomed out on one of his strokes. I couldn’t form words to respond as the sensations of his deep strokes were overwhelming my senses. I gripped the bedsheets and gritted my teeth. Mr. Albrecht’s face started to contort behind his now-well-manicured beard. He bit his lip as he kept up his smooth, slow, deep thrusts. Each nerve in my body was on fire and my breathing was ragged. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to cum, it was getting to be too much input.
As he thrust, Mr. A tweaked my nipples before placing his big hand on my chest, leaned forward and kissed me. As he kept his rhythm, he kissed down the side of my neck. It worked wonders to ground me and bring me back from the daze of overstimulation. When he leaned back to his normal position he made heavy eye contact. “Cum for me, Slugger.” He breathed, grabbing my oversized, uncut, jock cock and giving it a few tugs before pushing all the way in once more.
I cried out as cum spewed from my cock. Geysers of scalding semen splashed onto my lean, muscled torso. My ass clamped down around the invading prick as Mr. Albrecht gently fucked through his nut. He howled as he unloaded in me, his thrusts became more herky jerky as his muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid succession throughout his unloading. Slowly, we both came down from our orgasmic highs, breathing heavy and covered in a sheen of sweat. The big ex-jock winked at me and patted my thigh paternally as my legs lowered after he withdrew his virile weapon.
I laid on the bed in a messy heap, exhausted from the game and the intense fucking I’d just received. Mr. Albrecht sat on the edge of the bed catching his breath before pulling me up and we lazily made out through our post-coital bliss.
“Jake, I have a confession to make…” He said a few minutes after breaking our make out session. We were laying on the bed together, letting our hands roam on the other’s body. I looked at him and smiled, curious as to what it could be. “I fucked the frat jock… a few times.” The jock from the local private college, St. Dorman’s. The one who I’d walked in on him taking mirror selfies for.
“Mr. A -” He cut me off.
“More than a few times. But he doesn’t hold a candle to you… It's like something in me woke up and now I’m hornier than a teenager.” He expounded. That explained his newfound skill as a top, I thought. “A lot of the time I was thinking of you.”
“Mr. A, it's ok. It’s not like we’re exclusive… I’ve been fucking a married dad in town, and when you told me you were coming to visit, well, I let him fuck me a few times.” I didn’t feel like I had to tell him this, we weren’t dating or anything, but I didn’t want him to feel guilty. “I figured if he got in there a few times, it’d be easier for me to take this big ol’ thing.” I said, grabbing his still chubbed cock. We both laughed at that and he embraced and kissed me again.
“I think your theory worked, you took it deep, Jake.” He cooed, kissing me more. I blushed but felt pride at being able to handle his enormous cock. “I guess you have a thing for dads?” I nodded affirmatively at his question.
“He’s nowhere near as hot as you though.” I added before straddling the older man for a proper makeout session.
After making out for a while, we cleaned up and went for a bite to eat. I knew I would be no good for a second round that night, exhausted from the long day and my hole needed a rest. We ended up talking for hours, I really liked getting to know Mr. Albrecht as a person, not just my best friend’s dad. When he asked me to stay the night with him, I eagerly agreed. The man just kept getting sexier and sexier to me the more time I spent with him.
