A Brand-New Father-In-Law

A Brand-New Father-In-Law

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Wedding Day

“Drake! Drake! You in there, boy?” A deep baritone voice asks as his fingers hammer on the closed door in a familiar as he is trying to rile the boy’s attention inside the room.

The knocking on the door echoes down the long hallway of the Sunday school classrooms. He knocks harder. And harder. He wonders where the boy is. He was supposed to be in there. Changing. Getting ready for the ceremony a few hours hence.

“Drake! Drake!”

The door bursts open. At the door is a shirtless man with his pants opened at the zipper and an abundance of pubic curls in full view of him and a chest equally flourishing in the same manner of hairy growth.

“I heard you, Mr. Roper, I was trying to pull on some pants in a hurry. So, I could answer the door for you. Sorry! Sorry!”

“No problem, Son. No problem. Is my monkey suit in here? Mary said she hung it up before she went to help Lola get into her expensive and overprized wedding dress. I should know I’ve paid for it. That, and this wedding.” He says as he storms into the Sunday school classroom turned men’s changing room.

“Yes, sir. Yes, sir. It is in here. Hanging up.”

Mr. Roper walks in and Drake hastily closes the door behind the pair.

“You better watch out son, that mess of hair would rightfully scare any decent minded Christian.” Roper says to his future son-in-law. “But I see it as a blessing from the almighty himself. You are most definitely, a man. A right handsome and masculine man in any sense of the word. Praise Jesus. Praise the Lord, Almighty!”

“I am hairy, Sir. Just like my dad was. I was born that way, you know.” Drake says.

“Amen. Yeah, you are. God rest your poor daddy’s soul. I miss him, son. I really do.” Roper says as he reminiscences about his old friend. Sadly, his dearly departed friend.

“I miss him too, Sir.” Drake says. “I surely do. He would have been by my side and my best man down at the front of the church aisle, today.”

“He was mine; you know. The best…best friend a man could ever ask for…and have.” Roper says. “Drake Burrows, Sr. was a great man. A really great man.”

Each of the men hold back their emotions as they ready themselves for the wedding of Lola Marie Roper and Drake Burrows, Jr. on the bright sunny June day.

Drake yanks down his pants. He is naked and standing in the middle of the room just as bare as he was when he came screaming into the world in the Southern Regional Hospital delivery room so many decades ago.

“Whoa boy! You better tame that randy beast between those trunks of a pair of legs.” Roper says to the 20-something year old man alone with him in the room.

“I cannot help it, Sir. When I get nervous my cock gets rock hard. So very…very hard.” Drake says.

Drake’s cock is thrust full forth into its absolute hardness from between his two hairy and muscular legs.

“How big is that thing?”

“It is only nine inches, Sir.” Drake answers. “Not much to speak of Sir!”

“Boy, that’s nine…nine fucking thick inches.” Roper responds. “That is a fucking monster. DAMN! You are built like your dear ole departed dad. His cock was just as big as that monster. I remember it well, I sure do.”

“It was?” Drake says, shyly.

“Sure, as fuck, it was.” Roper says. “You best unload that monster before you walk down that church aisle, today. Or else you might explode right in front of everyone, down at the front of the church.”

“Here?” Drake asks. “Here? Sir.”

“Where else?” Roper says. “I will not tell anyone. C’mon boy. Let go of that burden of yours, you are a-sportin.’ You need to be ready for later.”

“For the honeymoon, huh?” Drake sighs.

Roper sits onto one of the gray folding chairs. His buttoned shirt, unbuttoned, and waving about as he sits and finds a place, comfortable. He is in his pair of his tightie-whities. The only underwear he will ever wear, he swears. And a pair of black socks.

“C’mere, boy. Let me help you with that beast.”

“Are you sure, Sir?” Drake asks. “Are you sure?”

“Son, your dad and I often lent each other a helping hand when the occasion would arise, it only seems fittin’ I do the same for his only son.” Roper explains as he fishes his cock from out of the leg of his raggedy tightie-whities. “See, boy, you done got me all rock hard, too. Might as well help each other out in this time of dire need.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“Okay, then.” Roper says as his finger grasps the underside of the boy’s very full and furry testicles. “When was the last time since you busted a nut, boy?”

“About two weeks ago, Lola and I fucked out by the river…at your riverside hunters camp…” Drake catches himself, but the words had already departed from between his lips.

“Do not worry, son. I have known you have already taken my daughter’s ripe little cherry.” Roper says. “I did not think she could wait till her wedding day, or you could, either. She is as red-blooded and as fired up with her hormones as you. She sure is lucky to have such a monster to satisfy her sexual hungers with as you are to have it.”

“I am…I was more than happy to oblige her; it was all my pleasure. All, my pleasure, Sir.”

This gets a gleeful smile across Roper’s face. He is proud for his daughter, as well as this man she is about to take as her husband.

“I am sure you are…it was, Drake. I am sure you are.” Roper says. “Any red-blooded man, would be.”

“If you are going to be my brand-new father-in-law, it is only fair you’d be as naked as I am, Sir.” Drake says. “Can you get naked too?”

“No problem, son. We are both men here. And we both have cocks. I am proud to say. I have no problem with it. If you do not.”

Drake nods his head, no, to his future father-in-law. He has no problem, at all, with other naked men. It is only natural to him.

Roper stands. As he does, he drops his shirt to the floor from his shoulders and then grabs the elastic waistband of his tightie-whities and yanks them to the floor.

“How’s that?” Roper asks.

“And those black socks, too. Sir. Take those off too.”

“Okay.” Roper says as he pulls the pair off his size twelve feet.

“We are both men, Sir. After all. That is what we are.” Drake adds as he fondles his cock in his deft fingers.

“Now let me take care of that.”

Roper sits his bare ass back down on the cold metal chair. It sends a surge of sexual electricity shooting through him, making his cock, harder and harder. And a faint drop of his virile cum starts salivating from his two very full balls. They roll and curl in the coolness of this small Sunday school classroom.

“You are dripping, Sir.” Drake says.

“That I am.” Roper says as he lets a finger go to his pee hole smearing the cream over his bulbous and swelled cockhead. He then takes his fingers back to Drake’s cock and rubs some of his cream atop the boy’s cockhead, mixing their juices together like a fine bottle of perfectly aged white wine.

“Now we are bonded forever together, boy.” Roper says. “Man-cream to man-cream. Just like blood brothers the way me and your dad were, so many decades ago.”

“Yes, Sir.” Drake adds. “That we are.”

“You do not wear underwear like your father didn’t do you?”

“No since Middle School, Sir.” Drake says. “I found it to restrictive even back then.”

“I can imagine, your dad got his cajónes back then too. His voice dropped before mine did. And he already had sprouting’s of his chest hair then too.”

“So, did I.”

“I have no doubt.” Roper says. “Lola even noticed, came home yelling from school one day about you becoming some sort of hairy beast, that day.”

“Yeah, everyone noticed. I bet.”

“Yes, Sir.” Drake says. “The guys in the locker room were especially jealous. I got ribbed for my hairy cock and my hairy chest.”

“And for how big it was too, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t fret, they were just envious of this…or you, is all.” Roper says as he weighs the boy’s impressive package in his fingers. “Any man would die to be in possession of this beautiful monster.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Roper lets his tongue tickle the underside of the young man’s balls while he fondles them like juggling balls between his adept and agile fingers. He then swallows the erection down to its root.

“Fuck! You’ve swallowed me whole. Damn!” Drake gasps as his cock has disappeared wholly down his brand-new fathers-in-law capable mouth. “Suck on that cock, Sir. Suck me!”

And Roper does not waste a moment as he slides up and down the fleshy shaft of his future son-in-law.

“You are good, Sir. Real fucking good.”

Roper gags and sputters a bit, but he manages quite capability to swallow all the boy has between his two massive muscular legs.

Suddenly, a loud banging echoes through the room.

“David! Drake! You in there?”

It is Mrs. Roper. David’s wife and Lola’s mother.

“Shit!” Drakes lets out a yelp as Roper continues to guzzle down the boy’s hardened cock.

David lifts his head from the swollen rod in his mouth.

“Fuck! What does she want? Never a fucking moments peace!” David exclaims as he attempts to stand with the slobber dripping from his mouth and a steady stream of juice draining from his stiffened cock.

He breathes in. And lets his fingers run the length of his cock.

“Yes, Dear.” His words are like sugar as he answers his wife on the other side of the closed door. “What is it?”

“Are y’all nearly ready?” She asks.

“Soon enough, Dear.” He answers. “We are just taking care of some necessities at the moment.”

“Well, get a move on.” She says. “It is almost time.”

“Yes. Dear.” He says in a sing-song voice. “BITCH!”

His last word said very sharply.

“What dear, did I miss something?” She rings in again.

“Nothing, sweetheart. We will be out soon enough. I promise.”

“Okay.” She says her footsteps can be heard clanking down the tile of the hallway away from them.

Behind him, David Roper hears a shuffling noise.

“What are you doing, son?” Roper asks.

“Getting dressed, Sir.”

“Not till you bust that pent-up nut, get those pants off and come back over here. She will be there, I am sure. She wants that cock, I am sure, just like her dear ole daddy does…c’mere boy. C’mere.”

Drake drops his sleek black slacks over a chair and trudges back towards his brand-new soon-to-be father-in-law with his cock flapping from one side of his muscled thigh to the other.

“That’s it, boy, come to your brand-new dad-in-law.” Roper says.

“Yes, sir.”

Drake’s cock slides once again with a gentle ease down David Roper’s throat and the man takes it as easy as one would an ice cold cherry frozen freezer pop. But much more rewarding. And filling. Soon, Drake resumes his sighing and yelps inside the tiny Sunday school classroom.

But a single digit on David Roper’s hand finds it up inside Drake’s ass. This gets a loud groan and a burst of the boy’s seed dep down Mr. Roper’s throat.

“FUCK…SIR, that felt fucking good!” The boy squeals as it fills, like gallons being emptied into his future father-in-law’s esophagus.

Roper finishes his father-in-law duty. Stands. Yanks his cock a few times and empties his own balls onto his discarded black sock.

“Now we best get a move on.” Roper says. “Let’s get you married. And we can continue this another time.”

“Yes, Sir.” Drake says. His face and body blushing red from his potent seed release.

Drake Burrows Junior and Lola Marie Roper were married on a sunny afternoon at two o’clock p.m. on a warm Georgia day on the coast. That was several years ago.

 

To be continued…