Thanksgiving Quickie

It was a good workout, both Murray men going hard on leg day at the suburban gym. There was some post-Thanksgiving crowd at the gym, working off the big meal or just taking advantage of a day off work. 

Surprisingly, sex wasn't on Cooper's mind. When he was in the gym, he got a game focus, and even afterward, when his dad took him out for a casual lunch at one of their favorite spots, it just felt like bonding time with his father. 

It was that for Brian Murray, too, only he'd been hatching a plan. As they finished up their meal, the man got a playful grin on his face. "So, buddy... I was thinking... maybe I could text your mother and tell her we have some Christmas shopping to do."

This was the strangest thing to Cooper about the affair he was carrying on with his dad. Well, nearly the strangest thing. But seeing his father's conspiratorial side was a thrill. 

"Yeah?" the jock asked, quickly picking up on the fact that shopping was not in fact the plan. 

Brian knew he shouldn't be so excited himself. But the freedom of being out of the house made him really want this. "When was the last time we went long, stud?" he asked, his voice getting a deep gravely whisper.

Cooper's face flushed red. He was somehow cuter when he blushed, his dad decided. "A while. How long we talking, Dad?"

Brian shrugged. "A couple hours. If you're up for it."

The tight end was getting horny now, his dick plumping up in his joggers. "You know I am, sir," he grunted. 

They were both nervous and excited as they went to the car. Brian announced he was making a quick stop at the drug store, and when Coop saw his old man walking out to the car, his beefy body looking great in the workout clothes, the jock instinctively knew there as a fresh container of vaseline in the bag. Brian practically tossed it next to the seat as he got in.

"Ready kiddo?" he grinned.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Cooper said. "Like... where?"

"A surprise," Brian said, reaching down to rearrange the bone forming in his own sweats.

As they drove across town, Cooper reached over and started feeling up his dad's cock through the thin fabric. 

Brian had a horny smile and spread his legs to give his son access to feeling up the hardon. "You trying to cause a wreck or something?" he teased.

Cooper laughed. "You're a great driver, Dad," he said as he undid his seatbelt and began to lean over to the driver's seat.

"Coop!" Brian objected but already his son was pulling down the sweats and going down on his father. 

It was a novel sensation, that sexual stimulation that normally would get him off fast, were it not that his mind was on the road and the recognition of the risk. At the stop light he looked down to see Cooper's short haired skull bobbing up and down. His son had one hell of a sexual imagination. "Um, buddy... you might want to let up."

Cooper got the message. Normally he'd love to suck his father off like this, but having a couple hours with Dad was a treat he didn't want to spoil prematurely. "All right," he said as he leaned up, wiping the spit off his chin. "But I think we have something to do in the future."

Brian grinned and shook his head. "I should be lecturing you, son," he said. "But yeah, I'm gonna want to experience that again some time."

It didn't take long for them to arrive. It was an empty driveway in front of a quiet house in a leafy, quiet neighborhood. 

"Where are we?" Cooper asked as they got out of the car.

"A house I'm redoing," Brian said, bag in hand as he led Cooper to the front door. There was a keypad lock and the contractor punched the code in to open it. 

It was a nice house that needed a lot of work, Cooper knew. There were drop cloths around the living room and some boxes of supplies in the hallway that Brian led them down. 

"We'll have some nice privacy here," Brian boasted as he finally led them to a sunnier bedroom in the back. There was just an inflated air mattress on the floor with a strewn old bedsheet and a couple of rags in the corner. He had a proud look on his face as he looked over at Cooper until he got a more apologetic expression. "Sorry I don't do romance well, Coop," he said.

The athlete's heart pounded as he stepped up to his father. He had a couple inches of height on his old man but he still considered Brian a masculine ideal. Big, strong, powerful. The teen's hands wrapped around his dad's waist and pulled the 48 year old closer. 

"I just like spending time with you, Dad," he muttered before leaning in for a soft kiss. 

God, there was the sweet daddy's boy coming out, Brian thought as he made out with his son. Their hands explored the strong bodies beneath their gym clothes. And that ball throwing hand back on Brian's firm crotch, massaging the dad bone there.

They took their clothes off, stripping for each other as they watched from opposite sides of the blow up mattress. 

"I gotta think of a trip for us to go on," Brian said. Already feeling greedy about wanting more alone time. 

"I got a birthday coming up," Cooper grinned, very into the idea. 

"And Spring Break," Brian added with a naughty glint in his eye. 

Cooper was naked first, and his dick was rock hard as he crouched onto the blow up bed then reclined on it. Even if it was inflated it didn't fully support all of his athletic body without sagging. "How often we get to use this place?" he asked his dad, who was now peeling off his socks and removing his watch before joining Cooper on the mattress. 

"Whenever we get the chance," Brian said. "For maybe three weeks."

Their bodies connected in their nakedness, the warmth offsetting the coolness of the air in the empty house. 

"Nice," Cooper said, running his hands along his dad's strong back and feeling the man's weight on top of him, their hard cocks mashed together and their chests touching. 

Brian's eyes were happy and full of emotion. "Thanks for yesterday, Coop," he said. 

"I should be thanking you, Dad," his son replied. "Seriously... I love every second, even if..." He didn't have to finish his thought.

"Yeah," Brian said. There was so much that was wrong about what they were doing. In a fucked up way, he felt bad he couldn't be closer to Coop, not in that way. 

They made out and writhed together. It was tawdry as hell, fitted together on a twin-size mattress on the floor. It turned Coop on, and drove Brian crazy. As they broke their kiss, the father began attacking Coop's corded neck with kisses and soft licking.

Cooper didn't realize he was a little ticklish until he felt the fluttering mouth and one-day stubble along his bare skin, teasing, scraping, working further down.

"Oh fuck, Dad!" the jock hissed when Brian took his cock into the warm wet mouth. Somewhere along the way, his stud dad had learned how to suck dick. Up and down, steady with just the right amount of suction, Brian worked his son's seven incher, getting closer and closer to the balls before he finally pulled off. 

"Don't want you to cum yet," he admonished. 

"No, sir."

The dad began licking Cooper's nuts, relishing the softness of the spare hairs before his tongue traced lower.

"Oh yes," Cooper hissed and pulled his legs back. This is something that took a lot of persuading to get his father to do, but the teen had seen it a lot in porn videos. Now the father was as much into rimming as Cooper, especially because it was a sign that they had time to go long. Like now. 

Brian pulled the strong buns apart and dove in. Fluttering with his tongue, he realized this was like eating pussy, only better. Because this was Coop. His boy. His pride and joy. A young man seemingly made for sex, put on earth to make Brian Murray feel like a real sex stud himself. 

Coop's whimpers only drove Brian to go wild, varying pace and tonguework. The father was rock hard now and growing impatient to fuck. 

"You're still loose from yesterday," he observed once he'd leaned up and applied the first of the vaseline to Cooper's pucker, which indeed was more elastic and relaxed. 

The tight end's eyes met his dad's in a horny plea. Part of him wish Dad would just mount him. "Yeah," he nodded. "You're really thick, Dad."

Brian got a cocky grin and took a second to slather petroleum jelly onto his fat meat. "You say it like you prefer it that way," he added. He now smeared some lube on Cooper's dick. One of these days he'd make a session about his son's meat, jerking or sucking his boy off, maybe a couple times in a row. For now, both men needed it the other way around. 

Coop got quiet all of a sudden, then as Brian placed those strong calves on his shoulders, the jock replied, "I don't know... I like the sensation of being taken... Like, really taken."

"Jesus, Coop," Brian grunted. 

The footballer blushed. "Did I say the wrong thing, Dad?"

Brian Murray shook his head no. "Hardly. But fuck... You're a horny young dude, you know that?"

It was a rhetorical question, but Cooper answered. "I know."

Brian reached down and Cooper loved watching the way his dad's beefy chest and arm muscle bunched up at the action. Then the athlete felt the sticky cock nudge his entrance. He was expecting Dad to tease the hole and work him open. Instead, Brian forced a good solid inch right in.

"FUCK!!" Cooper gasped. 

Concern swept over Brian's face. "You OK, buddy?" he asked nervously. "You said..."

Cooper nodded. "It's hot as fuck, Dad. Just give me a second, OK?"

Brian nodded and just enjoyed the moment. His hot muscular 18-year-old son beneath him, Cooper's guts hot and alive wrapped around the father's meat. The nastiness of this whole situation, fucking his own boy in this house from his work. 

The second he felt the vice grip give way to just a normal snugness, Brian took the iniative to plow in. All the way in. Coop was taking it, not saying no, not wincing, just his strong fingers gripping Brian's forearms as the dad penetrated deeper until bottoming out. 

"Oh fuck, kid... I love ya."

"Love you too Dad," Cooper said back at full volume. "Love when you fuck me."

Brian pulled his hips back and powered in. And again. Fucking his only son with a combination of love and need. The position with Coop's legs on his shoulder kept them from kissing - the kid wasn't flexible like that - but their eyes locked as the father found a steady rhythm and as Cooper began to jerk his meat in time. 

"Fuck me, Dad," Cooper urged. His eyes took in every bit of his father's naked body that he could see from the bottom position. "God, you're so fucking hot."

Brian was going crazy. "Coming from you, Coop... you're fucking perfection."

The pace grew, slowly at first, then faster. Brian's thrusts grew firmer and when he saw Coop could take it, he fucked with hard jabs. Over and over. 

The kid was getting his orgasm face. A spurt of precum onto that eight pack was accompanied by a whimper. "DAD!" Coop hissed.

"Let it out, buddy. Let it all out of your dad," Brian urged. 

It wasn't a simultaneous cum this time, but it was just as good. Cooper's body growing tense and hard as he fired a healthy teen load onto his belly and chest, then Brian's growl and the slickness of his cock as the copious jets of precum frothed up with the vaseline just before the dad blew inside his boy. Hard. 

"Oh god," Brian whimpered as he finally regained consciousness. He eased Cooper's legs off and saw that his son had a dazed expression himself. "You OK Coop?" he asked.

The son nodded. "More than OK, Dad.... Wow."

Brian lay next to Cooper's cum wet and sweaty body. There really wasn't room on the mattress for both of them, but the small size made their bodies press against one another. They kissed once more. 

The Murray men were so lost in their make out session that they didn't hear the door open or the footsteps. "Like minds..." came a bellowing voice. "Why'm I not surprised you wanted to use the fuckpad Murray?!"

Cooper recognized the man as Pete Maher, an electrician who often did work for Coop's father. He was older than Cooper's dad by about a decade, the thinning hair gone silver, and the tradesman had an every burlier build with massive arms and a big beer gut that stretched out his long-sleeve T-shirt now. 

Brian blushed. He and Pete had talked about their shared incestuous interests, but to be caught like this. "Hi Pete... Coop and I were just...."

"I know what you two lovebirds were doing," Pete laughed. He had a loud voice, obnoxious even, but something about the man captivated Cooper. Just then the athlete saw a young man step into the room. 

"I double checked the door, Dad," he said. 

"Murray, I believe you know Junior."

"Hi Peter," Brian said leaning up. He felt exposed as hell in his nakedness, on this blow up mattress no less, but he figured what the hell. Pete and his kid were here for the same thing. "Kid" - Peter Maher Jr was a college senior now and while he didn't have Cooper's big muscle he was cute as hell. Brian reached his hand up for a handshake. "College treating you well?"

"Can't complain, Mr. Murray," Junior said. 

Brian nodded his head toward Cooper. "This is my son, Cooper."

"Hey," the jock said, bumping fists with the college bro. His initial shock was abating now that he was following his dad's lead. Clearly the old man had talked to Pete about this, though the intrusion itself seemed unplanned. 

Pete was untucking his shirt. "Hope you don't mind if Junior and I make sure of the fuck pad too," he said. He seemed to be talking to Brian, but his eyes were squarely on Cooper and that amazing athletic body. "You fellas can stay and watch if that's your jollies." The man kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans. "Junior's not the romantic type, are ya, Junior?"

"No," Pete Jr laughed as he stripped off his fraternity shirt and undid his own jeans. He had the build of a college kid who hit the gym and did pick up games but nothing overly serious. 

Cooper started to pick up his discarded workout clothing, but Brian nudged his arm enough to stop him in his tracks. A silent nod told the story. The Murray men would watch. 

Brian's eyes were taking in Junior's toned collegiate body as the guy got onto the mattress on all fours while Pete plopped down a tube of lubricant he'd brought. 

"You fellas go for the cheap stuff," he laughed as he pumped a good amount of slickness in to his palm then lubed up his boner. 

Cooper was fixated on that cock. It was shorter, maybe 5.5. inches and fat as fuck. Pure firehose cock. He winced as little as he saw Pete kneel behind Junior and wedge that dong right into the guy's hole. But Junior just gave a soft exhale then nodded for his dad to go ahead. 

Pete didn't fuck with finesse. The man probably didn't know finesse. He just held Junior's hips and pounded his son doggy. That belly sticking out and the meaty ass clenching in rhythm. "Damn, son..." he hissed. 

Junior was blushing and maybe biting his lip to take the onslaught. But Brian could see the kid's own fireplug dick hard below his belly. 

"Daddy's not gonna take long, son," Pete announced. He wasn't cumming yet, but Cooper watched in excitement as Pete fucked for his own pleasure. While the jock's cock had gone down some it was filling out again, growing fully hard. 

"Breed me, Dad," Junior begged. "Let those guys see..."

Pete was uncharacteristically quiet as he got his nut. His face reddened and he gave a silent nod as his beefy body went into overdrive. He used his strong arms as much as his hips now, pulling Junior's body onto his cock fully with each thrust. 

"NNNGMFF!" he grunted as he gave it up. His body seized and paused, then he gave a light slap to Junior's bare ass. "You get off, son?" Pete finally asked quietly.

"No Dad," came the equally quiet reply.

Cooper wondered how long they'd been fooling around together. For sure they had a well-practiced routine as Pete slid back and then lay belly down onto the mattress. Junior lubed his own dick up and then crawled onto of his dad's shorter, stockier frame.

"OOF!" Pete hissed at penetration. Junior had a fat piece, too, one not easy to take. 

But Pete was taking it. Bracing his hands on the floor and letting his son hump steadily inside him. Fucking him. Going for his own cum inside his dad. 

Cooper had never imagined fucking his dad. It just didn't seem right. Even standing there with Brian's arm on his shoulder, he was happy with everything his dad and he did. Still, he loved watching Junior dick that gray-haired daddy. Particularly when the college dude's whole body got into it, writhing and deeply penetrating his father with intense need.

"Cumming Dad!" Junior announced.

"Get it, boy! Get it inside your daddy!" 

Pete Maher was one intensely sexual man. And Cooper realized how sexual when Junior finally climbed off, his dick wet with cum and lube and looked down proudly at the man he'd just fucked. Pete for his part didn't get up but just turned his head toward Cooper. "Want a turn, kid?" he asked. "If it's OK with your dad, that is."

Brian patted Cooper's bare ass, telling him it was all right. He sensed how much Coop wanted this. 

"You sure?" Cooper asked his father quietly.

"Go on," the father replied. 

Brian watched Cooper get into place, where Junior had been. As his son began to reach for the lube, Pete chuckled. 

"You don't need any, kid. I'm wet as a whore down there now."

Cooper blushed but was excited. He'd been the one bringing the naughty ideas to sex with Dad but here was this man who put the jock's porn-addled brain to shame. Indeed as he entered Pete, the dad hole was sloppy loose and very wet. And even wetter as Cooper plowed deeper.

"Yes... you're a big boy already.... get up deep in that Daddy ass."

Junior's gaze went from the fucking in front of them to Brian. The stud contracter with the gym-fit bod and the long dick. 

"Want me to suck you, Mr. Murray?" he asked Brian quietly. 

Brian thought for a second. It would be hot to have the Maher kid suck him off while he watched Coop have his jollies. But one on one time with Coop was precious. 

"Sounds hot," he whispered back. "But I want inside Coop again."

Junior nodded and laughed. "Can't blame you," he said, looking back to the action. For 18, Cooper Murray was quite the male specimen.

Brian stuck with the vaseline, reapplying it to his now hard prick. The second he got behind Cooper, his son knew what was going on. "You going in, Dad?" he asked. 

"Fuck yes," Pete growled. "Give the kid the sandwich treatment."

Brian already was. Coop's hole was real relaxed now and that dad dick slid in easily. The only challenge was finding a way to balance on top of Cooper without crushing down on both men. 

Then it was off to the races. Cooper did the work, fucking steadily into Pete while his own ass sang from being filled with his dad. 

"I'm coming, Pete," the jock announced. 

The clenching of Coop's insides almost brought Brian off, but not quite. He was still rock hard as they all uncoupled. 

"I told you this was a great idea, Murray," Pete said as he put his clothes back on. Apparently Junior had already dressed and gone down to the car. "Coach Kennedy brings his favorite players here after a game."

Cooper had never imagine Coach like that and now was jealous of the baseball players at his school, though truth told he wasn't sure how much he wanted outside of the sex he had with his dad. Fucking Pete had been an unexpected thrill, but he saw his dad's own quiet expression now and wondered if it had been a good idea.

"Christ, Pete," Brian said as he sat down on the mattress. "Can't have him finding out about me and Coop."

Pete gave it a second of thought. "We'll come up with a schedule or something. Come on, Murray, you wanted more time with your boy, and you got a place now. Chill out some."

Brian grunted but replied. "I guess."

Pete flashed a contrite look but then added, "Junior's waiting.. but I'll see you Monday, Murray?" His eyes flashed over Cooper's naked body once more. This had turned into one hell of an afternoon.

"Yep," Brian answered, now a little miffed at his coworker's lewd attention on Cooper.

"All right," Pete sighed, getting the picture. He walked down the hall and in a half minute the Murray men heard the door close.

Cooper sat next to his father, leaning against the man's naked body and placing an arm around Brian. "Sorry if I got out of control Dad."

Brian shook his head. "Your first threesome," he observed in a "my kid is growing up" tone. "You have fun?"

Cooper nodded with a grin. Then, "how long has Pete known about us?"

"A couple of weeks," Brian replied. "He saw a picture on my phone that I should have deleted."

"Oh," the jock said. 

"A lesson to be more careful."

"Yeah, for sure," Cooper said. "But Dad..."

"Yeah, buddy?"

"I'm glad we're not too careful, you know?"

Brian smiled and met Coop in a soft kiss. "Me too, kiddo." And with a gentle strength he pulled his naked son back into a reclining position on the mattress with its damp, crumpled bed sheet, which smelled of sex and sweat and plastic.