“Jeezus! Mr. Albrecht!” I exclaimed as I opened the bathroom door. My best friend’s father was posing naked in the mirror with a rock hard, massive erection.
“Jake… what are you… knock?” Mr. A struggled to get out. I didn’t make a move to leave, I just stood there taking him in. My hungry eyes devouring the man of my jerk off fantasies. My shorts were tenting, I caught Mr. A sneaking a peak. “Chad isn’t home this weekend.” Mr. Albrecht broke the silence hanging in the air. His cock hadn’t gotten any softer.
“Oh, that’s this weekend?” I tried to sound as convincing as possible. I was a fixture at the Albrecht house throughout my childhood. I was a latchkey kid - both my parents worked full time - and the Albrechts had a kickass pool, so I spent countless days there. Chad and I were inseparable until college, he went to A&M on a football scholarship and I went to State on a football scholarship.
“Yeah, he’s visiting Amy. Afraid he won’t be home until Tuesday.” Mr Albrecht explained, but I already knew. It was summer break for us, and I was well aware of Chad’s schedule, especially visiting his girlfriend. “Brenda and the girls are with the in-laws on a shopping trip.” Mr. A continued. Mrs. Albrecht was a very successful private practice dermatologist, catering to the upscale, wealthy clientele in the city and suburbs. As Mr. Albrecht tells it, he was a dumb college tight end for State who lucked into an entry level analyst position through booster connections. Now he was a marketing VP at a major regional company that was growing into a national brand.
“Were you… flexing?” I asked, pushing it further, forcing myself to be daring. Silence again hung in the air like an anvil waiting to drop.
“I guess you could say that.” Mr. A finally admitted. His cock was softening, hanging half hard but still incredibly impressive. “Posing?” He offered, before he finally came out with it, seeing my hungry expression. “I was chatting with some frat jock from St. Dorman’s” Mr. Albrecht finally admitted under my horny, wanting look and severely tented shorts. “I was trying to find a good angle… I know I need to get in better shape…” the older man lamented. So he was talking to a jock from the small private college in our suburb just outside of the city.
“Mr. A, I’m not in a frat, but I’m a college athlete… I think you look incredible.” I tried to be as confident as I could. Mr. Albrecht studied me from behind his full beard. Strands of silver were beginning to become more prominent around his jawline and chin. His massive, muscular, beefy, and furry body turned more fully towards me. His dark dense fur coated his full middle aged muscles.
“Brenda and I… we’re just so busy… that part of our lives, just isn’t… it just isn’t the same.” Mr. Albrecht tried to justify himself to me.
“Mr. A, I won’t tell anyone.” I assured him with a genuine smile. “I saw your truck out front before I came in.” I grinned bigger. There had been growing tension between us the last few times I saw him, I’d planned this in hopes that my hunch was right. The smile returned to Mr. A’s face too. Damn, he had a great smile, the man lit up any room he was in. At 6’5 260lbs of solid, beefy, ex-jock muscle with a such a winning and affable way, it was impossible for him not to. Mr. A’s cock had returned to its complete rigidity.
“You’re sure?” He asked, paternally.
“I’ve thought about this at least once a day since I started jerking off.” I said bluntly but honestly. Mr. Albrecht nearly growled with lust after I said it.
“Let’s go.” My best friend’s father said huskily as he exited the bathroom and strutted to his bedroom.
We burst into the spacious master bedroom one after the other. My frame was a lanky 6’2 180lbs of lean, shredded jock muscle. I burst onto the college football scene in the second half of my freshman season, catching TDs in 5 of our 6 last games - including 2 against Tech to go ahead and then seal the victory. My Sophomore season I was able to find some consistency and put up above average numbers for the season. I’d spent nearly every minute not on the field trying to pack weight onto my frame. My lean strong, cut muscles contrasted nicely with the beefy thickness of Mr. Albrecht’s muscled build.
His hands were on me, and I became aware that I was still wearing clothes with this gorgeous naked man in front of me. I jumped out of my clothes, Mr. A chuckled at my sudden nakedness. He sized me up before grunting his approval. “Hotter than the St. D’s frat jock for sure.” We both laughed as we started to paw at each other’s bodies. “Fucking hung too!” Mr. A growled when he found my 8.5 inch thick uncut cock.
I clawed at Mr. Albrecht’s furry muscles. My mind was buzzing, my libido was churning. I planted a kiss on Mr. A’s lips, he was surprised and flinched to pull back before allowing himself to get into it. He wrapped his arms around me in an embrace as our lips parted and tongues danced. We melted into each other.
“What was it you fantasized about?” My friend’s dad asked cheekily.
“Lots of things… usually ending with you fucking me.” I answered honestly.
“Christ!” Mr. A hissed. His cock throbbed between his, leaking precum onto my abs. “I haven’t done that since college.
“Frat jock was going to be your first swing that way since then?” I asked, almost incredulous. The ex-jock nodded sheepishly.
“I’m desperate, Jake. It’s been years.” The early 40’s, father of 4 confessed.
“That seals it, I’m getting fucked.” I said with a devilish grin. Mr. A’s excitement returned.
“You sure? How do we do this? How do we start?” He asked every question that popped into his head.
“You ever eat ass?” I asked, hopefully. He shook his head no. “Do you wanna? I’m going to need to get warmed up, I’m usually on top.” I said grabbing my oversized jock cock for emphasis. Not that I needed to, Mr. A’s cock was just as thick as mine and looked to have me beat in length by a hair.
“I’ve wanted to try.” Mr. Albrecht said, his steely gaze boring into me.
“How about to start, you go about it like you would eating a pussy.” I offered and hopped on the bed on all fours with my ass out. I was typically a top, but for Coach Mendenhall a few times, and now, Mr. Albrecht I was a bottom and I knew I’d love it.
I moaned loudly as I felt his beard, then lips, then tongue on my hole. I had a dusting of brown hair on the alabaster skin of my round, hard ass. Mr. A had spread my cheeks and was now getting bolder based on my reactions. He was gaining confidence and figuring out how to drive me crazy with the combination of his beard and tongue. He really got into it, never trying to pull back or take a break. He was experimenting with different combos, feeling me squirm under his oral assault on my hole.
Finally, after he nearly made me cum a few times from eating my hole alone, he added a finger. It replaced his tongue, digging into my drum tight hole. He let me get used to it before doubling up with a second digit. I was on edge, struggling to focus on anything other than getting plugged by the man of my whack off dreams.
“I can’t take it anymore, Mr. A, I need you to fuck me.” I said, my breath haggard. He pulled out his fingers and I flipped over. The older man looked down at me intensely. His chestnut and gray beard was plastered to his face with spittle.
“You’re sure, Jake?” That father figure asked. “I don’t have any condoms and we really should…” He was nervous.
“Mr. Albrecht, I need you inside of me.” I said firmly, matching his intense gaze. He grabbed a small travel size bottle of lube he must have kept hidden from his wife. He greased up his massive pole and nudged it into position.
“Wait, wait, wait.” I stopped him. A momentary look of terror crossed his face. “Finger in some lube first. Only took one guy a few times before and you’re way bigger.” I instructed.
Mr. A relaxed and did as he was told, before getting back into position. He was more confident now. I felt his eyes travel up my body before making eye contact. I did the same, cherishing the moment. I felt his cockhead snug against my tight hole. “You’re the sexist man I’ve ever seen, Jake. I really mean it.” He surprised me, talking earnestly, never breaking eye contact and leaning in for a kiss. Then he lifted my legs and pushed his hips forward.
My hole resisted, but his words rattled around in my head. This stud of a man was just as into me as I was into him. He felt just as lucky as I did. My hole quivered and melted around his thick dad cock. He sunk a few inches in before meeting resistance and pausing for me.
“Goddamn, Mr. A, you’re fucking huge!” I cried out, the discomfort and pain were laced with pleasure. It had been over a year since the last time Coach M fucked me, even then we only hooked up a handful of times, and like I said - he had nothing on Mr. A’s weapon. He was the only other person who’d penetrated me.
“Oh shit! Sorry! It’s too much isn’t it? Let me-” Mr. A flashed back to his terrified expression. Someone had done a number on the man.
“Mr. A-” I tried to interrupt him, but he wouldn’t let me. I grabbed his arms to stop him from pulling out.
“Brenda always says its too much!”
“Mr. A! Calm down, I just need a sec to get used to your monster tool. You cool?” I said, pulling the man close. He stayed buried a few inches in as we quickly made out.
“I’m cool. Sorry about that, she hates how big I am.” He said sheepishly.
“Well, I love it. You just have to be patient with me.” I smiled. I felt his cock throb harder.
“You really like it?” It was as if he didn’t realize such a thing could be desired.
“You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen, Mr. A. Like I said, I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time. So far, it’s gone better than I ever imagined.” I leveled with the ex-jock and he relaxed again, this time for good.
“Ok, Jake, I’ll follow your lead.” He breathed.
I felt the man up and we kissed for a few minutes. We both relaxed and he began to gently rock his cock back and forth. He felt up my flanks and found my nipples, teasing them with his mouth and fingers before pushing my legs back and gently fucking against the resistents, he’d clearly learned some serious control over that thing with his wife.
“Easy.” I cautioned after a few more inches, and he slowed to stop.
“I can’t believe it, this is incredible.” The man wasn’t even all the way in and he was having the time of his life.
“Give me a sec.” It was intense for me. I was new and inexperienced as a bottom and this man had even less experience topping. I was feeling stretched and full and pain and discomfort. But slowly the pleasure became more and more pronounced. His patience and control helped me through it when I struggled.
“You’re doing great, Slugger.” Mr. A cooed. It was a nickname he and my dad had for me as a kid. They were Chad and my t-ball coaches and they called me Slugger because of how I attacked the ball on the tee.
“Fuck!” I cried out, my ass releasing and letting Mr. A sink the rest of the way in. No one had called me that in years, I’d almost forgotten about it. Mr. A stared at me smirking. His big bearded face was confident, caring, paternal, lustful. He sensed the overwhelming sensations dissipating and smoothly thrust back a tiny bit before pushing his hips forward and bottoming out deeper inside of me. By now, all I was feeling was pleasure. Globs of precum oozed continuously from my aching, throbbing cock.
“I’ve never felt anything like this.” Mr. A was glowing as he gently and smoothly pulled back until he was mostly out before fucking me with the first few inches on his massive dad dick, giving me a break from the deep penetration. We were both sweaty and breathing heavy as he saw his club of a cock in and out of me, creeping deeper each time. He studied my expression on each inward stroke afraid that it could all stop if he pushed too deep. But he kept pushing deeper, testing the boundaries.
“I haven’t either… You’re fucking enormous.” I moaned, my eyes rolling back as Mr. A’s cock thrust deeper and deeper. I opened them again as he stopped going deeper. It was like he could sense I was getting sore before I did and backed off. He was right, and I was thankful.
“I can’t last much longer, Slugger.” Mr. A groaned, thrusting the first few inches of his cock in and out of me. I didn’t answer, I was over the edge. Sheets of cum erupted from my big, thick uncut cock. I painted my chest and abs, even caught a few strays on my face.
Mr. A howled as my ass clamped down and his massive member pulsed, power washing my innards with his potent load. He gripped my legs hard as he tried to resist the urge to ride out his nut. Instead he stood stark still dumping his tsunami in me. He had tears in his eyes as he came down from his orgasm. I was still floating and my cock was dribbling cum when he pulled out of my ass. It was by far the most intense nut of my life.
“That was - you were amazing.” Mr. A said thoughtfully as he flopped down next to me, a sweaty mess. I rolled over on top of his big body and gave him a deep kiss, surprising him.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” I breathed after I broke the kiss.
We lay there together for a while just enjoying the company of the other. I replayed our coupling in my head and started to get hard again. Mr. A was looking at my boner with his own rigid spike.
“I’ll drive this time.” I said with a cheeky grin before straddling the ex-jock’s big, muscled, furry body and lowered myself until his cockhead touched my hole. He steadied me as I grabbed his thick club of a dick and lowered onto it. My ass protested the battering ram before finally relenting and my best friend’s dad breached my hole again.
“Shiiit!” Mr. A bit his lip as I slowly lowered myself. The penetration was smoother, I was more open and relaxed, plus my hole was lubed with lube and cum now. My hard cock jutted leaked precum over Mr. A’s hairy, sweaty, and solid midsection as I bottomed on his cock. I got my composure and started to lightly bounce.
Slowly I grew more and more daring. But I knew I wouldn’t last long in this position, Mr. A’s massive dick pressed against my prostate almost continuously, riding him like this. I was seeing stars, but it felt otherworldly. Then I stood up. Lightheaded I got down on the bed next to the older man.
“I almost fucked myself off doing that. I don’t want this to be over yet.” I panted, my cock was twitching and jerking. Mr. A had a prideful look, like he was beginning to realize just how hot for him I was.
“I know what you need, Slugger.” He said in his deep baritone. I could have cum then. He instructed me to get on all-fours. The way he was now taking charge gave me a shiver of anticipation. I looked over my shoulders and watched him get into place. He kissed my ass with his cockhead, then grabbed my hips and pushed in, in one solid confident stroke. He fucked a few inches in and out gently as my ass opened for him again. This time, he allowed himself to gather some momentum, fucking in and out with more pace.
“Jeezus!” I bellowed, Mr. A was drilling my hole. He still wasn’t using his whole length, he could sense how much I could take and then he gave it to me. His thick girth stretched my hole which gripped his dad cock tightly. A particular hard inward thrust nearly knocked the wind out of me.
“You’re doing great, Slugger. You know Dad wouldn’t give you anything you couldn’t handle.” He muttered as his hand slid up my sweaty flank. I shuddered and groaned. I didn’t know if he realized he just referred to himself as dad. Mr. A methodically fucked me open doggie style. Slowly, deeper, and deeper. My big, fat uncut cock whacked my abs with each thrust, it felt almost excruciatingly good. He slowed the pace and intensity, probably pulling himself back from the edge of a nut. “How’s my boy doing?” He whispered in my ear.
“I didn’t know it could feel like this.” I huffed, sweat dripping off both of us. Mr. A chuckled and smiled.
“You and me both, Slugger. Hold on to something, I need to bust.” The early forties father of four whispered in my ear. He’d stayed half buried in my ass the whole time. He righted himself and grabbed my hips anew. His grip was stronger, holding my jock frame in place as he deliberately built up momentum. “Tightest fucking hole.” He muttered to himself.
Our breaths became ragged as we bore deeper, more forceful. He was thrusting about ¾ of his cock into me on the deeper thrusts, his girth filling me more and more. Then, he reached between my legs and grabbed my oversized jock cock in his meaty paw. He wanted me to cum. He tugged twice to milk the load out of me as he fucked in from the other end.
The dam broke and torrent after torrent of jock jizz flooded onto the bed below me. Mr. A made unintelligible noises as my ass clamped around his massive dong and he fucked through his nut. Tears of pleasure came to my eyes as his fucking extended my orgasm longer than I was used to.
We collapsed into a sweaty, cummy mess. “That… was… better… than… last time.” I said between panting breaths. We laughed and made out through the post-coital bliss. After awhile I looked at my phone and my bubble burst. My dad had been calling and texting me repeatedly. Apparently his car broke down and he needed me to pick him up at the airport, a good 45-60 min away. I explained the situation to Mr. Albrecht and we embraced and kissed some more.
“Please tell me you want to do this again.” I looked at him before I left.
“Jake, I think it's mutual.” He said with a grin and shooed me out to go help my dad.
