Dad and son - Horndogs

Dad and Son - Horndogs

by

Hunter Jones

JASON

Sweat was dripping from my forehead into my eyes. Fuck, it’s hot today! I wiped my face with my wet jersey. Today’s baseball practice was luckily getting to an end and I couldn’t wait to get to the showers. Just five more minutes.

“All right ladies, that’s enough for today!” Coach Jameson finally shouted at us. “Let’s hit the showers and take some rest. Go!”

Coach Jameson was 42 years old and for his age, he had a body that any college guy could be envious about. Yeah, he’s got a bit of padding around his belly, but his massive chest and arms balanced it just fine. Not speaking about his ass. Big, fat, juicy daddy ass. Plus his tight hole. It’s been a week since I fucked him and I felt like I could take him right there and plow his hole till I shoot a load (or four as last time). I decided I’m going to try my luck again today.

I checked the field and my teammates and assistant coach Coach Warren were already heading to the locker room. 

“Hi, Peter,” I said getting closer to Coach Jameson. Only he and I could hear that. I could see the fear in his eyes.

“Jason what the fuck? Somebody could hear you,” he said frowning his rugged face. “And don’t call me Peter.”

“They're already gone and you don’t mind that I call you Peter when you’re riding my dick,” I said smiling. “Although I call you bitch more often.”

“You little fucker.” 

“Come on Coach. You wanna fuck today?”

I could see his mind swirling. He wanted it. He wanted my nine inches to plow his hole and fuck the cum out of him. He just denied it and played hard to get.

“Fuck. Not today. Got to go home. My wife and I have an anniversary.”

I smiled.

“That’s so sweet Coach. Hope you’ll think about my dick in your ass when you fuck her.”

His face went deep red. “Sorry Jason, another time.”

“Maybe Coach, maybe. Now if you excuse me, I got to find another daddy ass to get wet. Enjoy your anniversary,” I said as I headed to the locker room.

Fucker, I thought to myself. I opened my locker and unlocked my phone. In my contacts, there was a string of guys I could send a message to, other athletes, college guys, and married guys. However, I wanted a mature ass today so I found the one special guy and dropped him a message.

- hi daddy, horny af here, u r down to fuck?

I tossed my phone back into the locker and get naked. I got to the shower cubicle and let the water wash away all the sweat. Fuck, it felt good. My dick started getting hard.

“Haha, getting horny bro?” my teammate Greg teased me as he passed by.

Greg Leckner was a hot baseball jock and my friend, not the closest one, but a friend.

“You know it, bro. After practice horniness.” I said smiling at him.

“Fuck yeah, bro. Got you. I already rubbed one out. Sprayed my jizz all over the tiles in cubicle number three.”

“Nice. Feeling better?”

“You bet mate, I’m going to family dinner and if I get there with full balls, I’d probably fuck a hole in the table,” he said laughing.

“You horny fucker,” I said as I gave him five high, “catch you up in the locker room?”

“Sure bro, I’ll let you finish your business,” Greg said and winked at me.

Four minutes later I passed by Greg getting dressed and I took a glimpse of his washboard abs. He's really a hot fucker. I opened my locker and again unlocked my phone. 3 NEW MESSAGES. I checked the name of the sender. Mr. L.

Fuck yes. I opened them.

• HI SON. HORNY AF, AREN’T YOU?
• SHOULD HAVE A FAMILY DINNER AT 6.30 PM BUT I’LL MAKE AN EXCUSE
• THE PLACE IS USUAL, BE THERE AT 6 PM, DADDY’S READY FOR YOU

I texted back.

- deal daddy, get ready to get wet

Now I got fully hard. Fuck yeah. I checked the time, 5.34 pm. In less than thirty minutes I’ll dip my cock in some tight daddy ass. I started to get dressed as fast as I could. Five minutes later I was putting my baseball cap backward on my still-damp hair. And then I registered a phone ringing a few lockers away. Turning my head I saw it was Greg’s phone.

He picked it up and started a conversation. 

“How much late? Thirty minutes?” Greg sighed deeply, “Ok, see you then.”

Greg ended the call and looked pissed off. 

“Everything alright bro?” I asked him.

“Yeah bro, it’s just my dad. He’ll be late for our family dinner. He got something to finish in his office.”

Sure, “something to finish”, I laughed for myself.

“Sorry to hear that bro.” (I wasn’t sorry at all)

“Not your fault bro, by the way, don’t you wanna hang out for some time? You know now when dad will be late?” he asked innocently.

Just at that moment, I got a message from Mr. L. A pic to be more exact. Ass pic. Slightly hairy muscular buns waiting for my cream coating.

“Sorry mate, hanging out with Lance, haven’t seen him in a while,” I checked my phone. “He should be already done with his wrestling practice.”

“Sure. No big deal mate. See you later!”

“See ya, bro! Have a good one.”

I left the locker room and couldn’t be happier. Twenty minutes and I’ll finally fuck after one week. Mr. L. Is going to get nice deep hole plowing. He is one of the hottest dads I know. I always call him Mr. L. as it’s a shorter form of Mr. Leckner. So Greg Leckner maybe sprayed the tiles in cubicle number three, but I’m going to fill his dad’s hole soon. And it’ll probably be with three loads.

* * *

As I got into my car, I realized I should call my buddy Lance. In the last weeks, he was quite occupied with wrestling practices and school, so we had little to no time to hang out. I started the car and asked my phone to dial Lance. It took a few seconds, but he eventually picked up.

“Yeah, buddy? What’s up?” He greeted me with a trembling voice.

“Hi bro, everything ok?” I asked him. “You sound quite short of breath.”

He stayed quiet for a moment. I thought I heard some moans in the background. 

“Bro, are you in the middle of fucking?!” I asked him honestly.

“Fuck yeah mate, not the best time to talk right now,” he said gasping.

“You fucker. Enjoy. You’ll tell me about her later.”

“Sure bro, see ya!” and he hung up the phone.

Little fucker. I see he was also horny after his practice. He’s probably banging some cheerleader pussy. Never mind, a few minutes later I took the last turn right and parked in the parking lot, right next to the administrative building. The building where Mr. Leckner has his office. I rubbed my dick through my jeans and get off the car.

LANCE

“Fuck yeah, daddy! Harder! Fuck. Smash that pussy. Smash it!” I was screaming so loud that the whole neighborhood probably heard me.

“Yeah, boy? You like my dick inside you? My big dick opening up your tight hole, making you scream?”

“Fuck yeah daddy, fucking love it!”

“Take it pussy boy, own that cock!”

I was getting railed for the last thirty minutes. Wrestling practice was tough and this is exactly what I needed. Passionate and hard fuck. My hole felt amazing and I was starting to feel my load building up. Also, the daddy over me was getting close. I knew that. After all this time. His muscles were getting tighter and his body was covered in sweat.

“You getting close daddy?” I asked my hot fucker.

“Yeah boy, going to breed you soon!”

That’s when my phone ranged. I checked the screen and saw Jason was calling me. Fuck! I showed the screen to my daddy fucker and he slowed his fuck trusts. I picked up the phone.

“Yeah, buddy? What’s up?” I said to my mate Jason. Fuck! My voice was trembling from the pleasure of a ten-inch dick up my ass. My dick was leaking with precum dripping on my abs.

Daddy over me smiled and put his dick out for a moment just to trust it back in his full length. That took me to another universe for a moment. Fuck! I slipped out quite a loud moan. I hoped Jason didn’t hear that. He did.

“Fuck yeah mate, not the best time to talk right now,” I said to my mate gasping.

Daddy started to plow my hole hard again. I have to finish the call as soon as possible or my mate will hear me swear as I spray my load all over myself.

“Sure bro, see ya!” I hung up the phone and tossed it aside.

Daddy over me looked right into my eyes. Fuck this guy is handsome, I thought, so muscular and manly. 

“Fuck, Jason can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Calling right before I shoot my daddy juice up your horny boy cunt.” 

That’s all I needed to erupt. “Fuck!” I screamed as my cum flew over my head and hit the headboard then the pillow, my face, chest, and washboard abs. 

“Fucking hot boy! You’re going to make your daddy shoot deep inside you. Fuck!” he roared from the depth of his lungs. “Take that daddy juice pussy boy! Fuck!”

Said Mason Farwell as he emptied his balls inside me - his son’s best friend.

Mason collapsed on me and panted heavily. Mason thought about how good this boy's wrestling body felt. For a boy of his age he was developed nicely, he had a typical wrestler build, meaty and strong with an ass of marble. 

“Thanks, daddy, that was hot,” I said kissing Mason.

“Pleasure is mine, Lance,” Mason responded between our wet kisses. “Ok, buddy, time to go, get dressed before Jason gets home.”

I got out of bed and cleaned my body with a jersey I found on the ground. Fuck. Probably some of Jason’s baseball jerseys. I looked at Mason. “Could you put it in the laundry later? It’s soaked with my load.”

“Just toss it on the ground. This room is full of fucking cumrags. Jason won’t notice. We’re lucky he’s just as horny as we are,” Mason said nonchalantly. “Speaking of cumrags, check the sheets pussy boy.”

I looked at Jason’s dark blue sheets and saw a puddle of fresh cum that had leaked out of my hole and dark-soaked ropes all over the pillow. Fuck. I quickly cleaned my cum from the headboard.

“Fuck. He’s gonna see it!”

“You wanted to fuck in his bed, not me, pussy boy,” said Mason as he chucked his spent cummy cock inside his boxer briefs. He looked at me. “Relax Lance. He’s truly not going to notice. He jizzed on that sheets more than two of us together.”

I sighed as I know Mason is correct. “Alright daddy, got to go home. I enjoyed it.”

“Same boy. That ass is magical,” Mason said and slapped it hard.

“See you during the weekend? I can get us an hour or two.” I asked looking forward to our next fuck.

“Sorry boy. Getting to Trent’s college. They have a parents' weekend,” said Mason rolling his eyes. “Going to be fucking boredom, getting a tour of the college and speaking to tutors and coaches.”

Mason knew it was going to be a lot of things but boredom. He’s planned to stick his dick in as many college guys' asses as possible. He just wanted Lance to relax.

“Alright, so text you after the weekend?” I asked.

“Sure. Sounds good. And now get the fuck out of here before Jason gets home,” Mason said jokingly.

“Already out of here,” I laughed and headed down the stairs.

* * *

Fuck, that was great, Jason thought. He fucked Mr. Leckner for almost an hour and dumped four loads inside him. That guy is such a bitch! He begged for his cock and his warm cum inside his hole. Jason was on cloud nine. Plowing that hard muscular daddy ass and filling it with his cream. Mr. Leckner is surely going to have a huge appetite at the family dinner, Jason laughed to himself.

He just got home, as usually found the house empty as his brother is in college up north and his dad is probably in the gym. Jason drank some protein shake, got to his room, tossed the gym bag for practice aside, and stripped just to his boxer briefs. Fuck. He was destroyed for today. Firstly school, then the practice and fuck session after. He just wanted to get under the blanket and sleep till morning.

He lay in his bed and covered himself with a blanket. Just then he smelled the funny smell that guys know so well. Cum. Ball juice. Jizz. He sniffed his pillow and his dick got instantly hard from that heavenly odor. Fuck, he has to change his bedding and sheets soon. But they can wait a day or two. 

Jason tried to get to sleep but the smell of cum he constantly felt made his raging boner unbearable. He took his laptop and opened the app. He joined an online meeting full of hot guys - high school guys jerking off in the silence of their bedrooms, jocks and college guys in their dormitories, dads and married guys back from work. The meeting got fucking hot and after twenty minutes they had a massive group cum train, more than eighty guys jizzed their loads all over themselves. 

Jason then cleaned his abs and pecs with some crusty jersey he found on the floor. Fuck. He really has to do the laundry. And with empty balls finally fell asleep.