A Call From Dad

My phone buzzed as I was brushing my teeth to go to bed. ‘Call me now.’ read the text from my dad. I froze, usually a text like this is bad news - someone was in an accident or along those lines. My mom had been away for a week out of a 5 week research trip, and I assumed the worst. I quickly spit out the toothpaste and fumbled with my phone to call Dad.

“Dad! What’s happening? Is everything ok?” I spoke quickly as soon as I heard him pick up.

“Everything is fine, Jake.” Dad then switched to FaceTime, I could see his face, his eyes looked glassy and his face looked red like he’d been out in the sun all day.

I heard another voice there, but I couldn’t place it. It was Saturday, Dad’s golf day. That accounted for the drunken appearance. Even that didn’t diminish his handsome, strong features, his face now sported a 5 o'clock shadow. The phone then swiveled, revealing a man taking off his white button down shirt. He looked at the phone, his clean cut face was handsome, he was younger than Dad by a few years. I gasped as I instantly recognized Coach Fulton, my high school football coach.

Coach Fulton had been Dad’s golf buddy the last few years. They’d always been friends but during my high school football career, Dad and Coach Fulton became closer, especially as my college recruitment ramped up. Now, I had graduated and was living 35 minutes away in the city having just gotten an entry level finance gig.

“I’m gonna fuck your dad, Jake.” Coach Fulton stated as he took the phone from my father. 

“Wha…. Hu… Coach Fulton?” I couldn’t process what I was seeing.

“Your daddy lost a bet on the golf course today, I own his ass til he beats me on the back 9.” I could tell Coach Fulton had been drinking as well. 

“Jake, you don’t have to watch this. I didn’t want you to-” Dad was cut off by Coach Fulton shushing him.

“Jake, your Dad lost a bet fair and square.” Coach Spoke clearly into the phone. My mouth was dry, I couldn’t talk, I only nodded my understanding. “He also let it slip that you used to have a crush on me.” I blushed beat red, not that it mattered, apparently he was going to fuck my dad. “I want you to watch me break in his hole.”

I’d later find out that after years of a playful back and forth between the two, they had an escalating series of bets during their weekly golf games. Dad lost this one. It also wasn’t unusual for the two men to go out for drinks at the club bar for a few hours after a long round of golf in the hot sun.

He pointed the camera down at the action. Dad was on his bed on all fours, Coach Fulton was finger fucking his hole with 2 thick digits. Dad’s wide, muscular back tapered to a waist before his round muscled ass took over the visual. His balding salt and pepper hair was matted with sweat as I watched him throw his head back with pleasure as he back his ass onto Coach’s fingers from behind.

“When was the last time you were fucked, Phil?” Coach Fulton asked as he twisted his fingers inside Dad.

“25 years ago.” Dad answered in a husky voice, that was a year before I was born.

“By who?” Coach Fulton asked, removing his fingers.

“My college football coach.” Dad answered breathily.

“Was he hung?” Coach Fulton reached for something out of frame.

“Not like you.” Dad responded, I hadn’t seen Coach Fulton’s dick and now I was even more curious. Dad was hung big, he’d been fucking me since I was 19.

Coach Fulton chuckled. “Not many are. Did he breed you?” 

Dad groaned at that question. “No, he wore a rubber.”

“I’m taking your hole raw. You want my load, don’t ya, Phil?” Coach Fulton announced as his fingers kept digging into Dad’s rear. Dad just groaned, nodding his head.

I realized now that Coach Fulton was lubing up his cock. The camera found his member as he placed the head at Dad’s hole. Coach Fulton was hung big, long, and thick. He had a prominent vein running on the top of his shaft and his perfectly proportioned head glistened as he pushed into Dad’s guts.

“Jesus!” Dad bellowed at the penetration of Coach Fulton’s huge cock. Coach Fulton kept the camera on the penetration. He smoothly slid his thick dick into Dad’s ass. After a few inches he stopped. “You’re fucking tight, Phil.” Coach Fulton murmured and Dad moaned. “Here, take the phone, tell your son what it feels like to get stretched by his old coach’s horsecock.”

Coach shoved the phone into Dad’s hands. From the angle of the camera during the handoff, I could see Coach Fulton put his hands on Dad’s powerful hips. Coach’s body was big, muscular and beefy. He had a light dusting of hair around his nipples and a happy trail from his navel to his bush. He contrasted Dad’s more hairy body nicely.

Dad was now holding the phone with the camera on his face. He gave me a peak under him as he was on his knees and one hand with the other holding the phone. Dad’s big cock hung half hard and his balls swayed with the motion coming from Coach. 

“He’s so thick, Jake.” Dad moaned. I moaned too. I moved to my bedroom and stripped naked, edging myself while watching the scene unfold. “He’s pushing more in, fuck!” Dad’s moans drowned out his words. 

“Open up for me, Phil.” Coach Fulton instructed. Dad groaned, I could tell Coach was sinking more of his pipe in. “You’re so damn tight I’m gonna have to fuck you open a little. This could get a little rough, buddy.” Coach warned and I could tell he was thrusting in and out with mini thrusts to loosen Dad up.

“Oh god, Carl! So fucking thick!” Dad cried.

“Call me ‘Coach’ when I’m inside ya.” Coach Fulton corrected Dad. Dad moaned at that, his eyes were beginning to roll back in his head. Precum oozed out of my rigid member, I knew Coach Fulton was putting on a show for me.

“Fuck me, Coach. Own my hole.” Dad groaned. I’d never seen him act like this, it was a huge turn on for me.

“I do own this hole, Phil. And since my wife doesn’t put out anymore, I expect you to take care of me.” Coach said, pushing more of his cock in on that thrust for emphasis. 

“Holy shit!” Dad grunted, his face scrunched up then relaxed. 

“You’re gonna come by school every day after I finish practice and sit on my cock, got that, Phil?” I couldn’t tell if Coach Fulton got off on talking to Dad like that or if he was doing it for my benefit. I didn’t care though, at this point I was doing everything I could not to cum.

“Yes, Coach.” Dad’s face was complete pleasure at this point. 

“There you go, buddy. You’re opening up now.” Coach Fulton cooed as I could tell he was thrusting with more power and more of his cock.

“You feel incredible, Coach.” Dad moaned.

“Show your son how hard you are, Phil.” Coach instructed and Dad complied, shifting the camera angle to show me. “You want all of it?” Coach Fulton asked.

“Yes, Coach.” Dad answered, and Coach Fulton finally sunk his huge, thick cock in to the root. Dad’s eyes rolled back and it sounded like the breath was knocked out of him.

“Tell Jake what it feels like, Phil.”

“Jake, son, he’s so deep.” Dad whimpered.

“Who is deep?” Coach’s voice drifted in.

“Coach Fulton is deep, Jake.”

“Nine inches of cock deep in your daddy, Jakey.” Coach Fulton addressed me directly. Coach Fulton was now pulling Dad onto his cock in time with his thrusts. Dad’s moans drown out whatever Coach Fulton was saying.

Then, I heard Dad groan and collapse. It was clear that Coach Fulton had pulled out. “Gimme that phone.” Coach Fulton took the phone from Dad and laid down on his back. “Sit on my cock. I’m gonna give your kid a POV of his dad riding his coach’s hog.”

Coach Fulton held the camera down his body, showing his swells of muscle and rock hard 9 inch cut cock. Dad came into frame, his big muscled, hairy body was matted with sweat as he straddled my old high school football coach and lowered his ass onto the throbbing rod below.
Dad groaned as the thick head pushed past his defenses and inch after girthy inch of shaft disappeared into his hole. Dad’s thick 8 inch spike stood out straight in front, the hood had naturally pulled back over the head and precum almost continuously oozed forth.

“Fuck yourself, Phil. Fuck yourself off.” Coach instructed. Dad followed the orders, firmly placing his feet on the mattress and used his leg muscles to bounce on Coach Fulton’s cock. “That’s it. How does it feel, Phil?” 

“Unreal, Coach.” Dad said between groans.

“Show your son how much you like, Phil.” Coach started to thrust up as Dad bounced down. I didn’t know how much more of this Dad could take. 

“Phil, buddy, I’m gonna breed you now.” I couldn’t believe I was about to watch Dad’s best friend, my old high school football coach, breed his ass. “Oh fucking god, Phil, fuck! Keep going!” 

I could tell Coach Fulton was nutting deep inside Dad. Dad threw his head back, grabbed his cock, and with a howl, he jerked out a huge load. Rope after rope of thick white cum painted Coach Fulton’s face, chest, and stomach. Dad roared as he unleashed his catastrophic tsunami of seed, all the while bouncing on Coach Fulton’s rod. One jet of semen splashed the phone, that’s when I nutted all over myself watching these men fuck.

The phone then fell by the wayside. I could hear them catching their breath even though the camera was pointed at the ceiling. “How’d you like that, Phil?”

“That was better than I’d ever imagined.” I heard Dad respond.

“That’s good to hear, buddy, cause you’re gonna be drowning in my dick til you beat me.” Coach responded cockily. “Where’s the kid?” I heard Coach ask as he was fumbling for the phone. “Jake, get your ass here by 7am tomorrow. I told Cindy that your Dad and I had another early tee time tomorrow, but instead, you and I are gonna take turns breeding your dad.” Coach Fulton said once he found the phone. I was still speechless but I eagerly nodded yes. “Phil, I gotta head home to Cindy and the kids, rest up.” 

He handed the phone back to Dad. Dad held the phone so I could watch Coach Fulton get dressed. His beefy, muscled body matched his thick dick perfectly. His handsome face smiling with post-nut satisfaction. He chuckled seeing me watch him through the phone, my cock rock hard again. “Hey, Jakey, you still crushing on your coach?” Coach Fulton asked.

“Fuck yeah.” I breathed.

The man chuckled and pulled up his jeans and grabbed his shirt. “I gotta run, fellas.” And with that, Coach Fulton left the bedroom.

“Dad…” I said after a few minutes of silence.

“Jake, I… I didn’t mean for this to happen, any of it.” Dad said, feeling the weight of what had just happened.

“Dad, that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.” I confessed.

“It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done too. Right next to the first time I fucked you.” Dad concurred. We sat in silence for a few minutes before Dad looked at the camera, “I need to get some sleep, Sport. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” We hung up, and I laid in bed wondering how I’d ever fall asleep.