Dude's Day with Dad

Learning The Game

Jonathan and I were still horned up when we got back to his house from the hotel where we'd just tricked his dad, Mr. C into feeding us his load through a makeshift glory hole. As we walked in, a shirtless Mr. C was looking pretty content, sitting on the couch with a beer in one hand and his other hand resting on his package. “Hey, boys, how was the workout at the stadium?”

"Damn hard," I responded. Jonathan went straight to his room to strip and shower. I lingered a bit.

"Hey, Mr. C”, as I stripped to just my jock strap, "did you get all your errands done? We missed you timing us and running our drills," as I plopped down on the couch right next him and gave him a firm pat on his thigh. "You mind if I use your shower while Jonathan is cleaning up?"

"Uh, sure, son, I was about to rinse off myself, but you can use the other shower head," Mr. C responded. I followed him back to his bedroom and to the big walk-in shower with dual shower heads. He turned on both and felt the temperature. "Give it a minute to get warm."

"Thanks, Mr. C," as I pulled my jock down and tossed it on the bathroom floor. I had been fully naked in front of him many times, but always in the locker room or when Jonathan and I would skinny dip in the pool when his mom was out of the house. I just had to control the semi-hardon starting to chub up. Mr. C noticed and nodded, chuckling. "Sorry, I get a little horned up after working out so hard, especially running stadiums," I tried to explain.

"Don't worry, son, perfectly normal. I was the same when I was your age, still am." Him calling me son was not helping keep my dick calm. He then pulled down his shorts, revealing the tight red briefs he was wearing at the hotel. That also made my dick twitch. Those quickly dropped and he walked over confidently to the shower door, that manly dad dick swinging against those rugby thighs. "After you, kiddo," and then smacked my bare ass as I stepped in and walked to the running shower head at the far end of the large walk-in shower.

We both started lathering up in the steamy shower. As I turned around and was facing Mr. C, his back was to me and he was soaping up his ass, slipping his fingers into his crack. I was mesmerized and didn't have time to avert my gaze as he turned around, his hands shifting to start soaping up that beautiful cock I had in my mouth just hours before. He noticed, and smirked, 

"Didn't get enough chance to compare earlier, huh?"

"Shit, uh, sorry, I didn't mean to..." I stuttered, embarrassed and not realizing I was 75% hard at this point.

Mr. C smiled and walked over to me, dick swinging and dripping soapy water. "Hey, son, don't be ashamed. All men size each other up, particularly guys your age as you're developing into men. Hell, it's kind of a confidence boost to know I'm still in the game," as he patted me on the lower back and smiled. "Damn, Mr. C, you're a total stud. I definitely wanna look like you as I get older." I confessed.

"You’re well on your way, son. Proud to see the results of your hard work on your body," he said, still within inches of me and sizing me up, "but looks like you got some work to do to deal with that," as he motioned to my rock hard dick. I looked down, and noticed his was starting to bulk up as well. "Feel free to rub one out, son. That's what dude weekend is all about, just us studs hanging out, doing guy shit that the women don't understand, without feeling guilty about it."

"You don't mind?" I asked, already hand on dick and starting to rub it, getting even harder.

"Damn, son, looks like you're a grower, nice! I might rub one out myself, although I already shot once today." He said, starting to rub his dick as it was growing, not leaving my side.

"Wanna compare dicks? To see how much I gotta grow to catch up to Mr. Dad?" I asked, deciding to go for it.

He took the bait. "Bring it on, son. I like that competitive spirit. And always good to have aggressive goals," he teased.

I stepped around to face him, dick to dick, and looked up at his face and joked, "I’m up for the challenge, old man," knowing that would get a reaction out of him. I knew I would lose the size challenge, having struggled to get his monster cock down my throat earlier.

He chuckled and then surprised me when he grabbed my cock and pulled it right up against his. He reached around and grabbed me by the ass with his other free hand, pulling me toward him so that our cocks were more aligned from the base to the tip, his hand now wrapped around both. His hand was still on my ass cheek, which felt amazing, and I could feel the throbbing of his cock against mine, beyond amazing. I gasped and muttered a "fuuuck" under my breath, which made Mr. C smile.

"Alright son, looks like I got an inch or two on you, but you got some impressive girth, just like your other dad. So if you catch up with him, you'll pass me by." As he was slowly starting to stroke both cocks with his hand. "You ever played this game, to see who can hold out from cumming the longest? One hand rubbing both dicks the same way, and you can use one free hand to try and trigger the other guy to shoot. Loser has to taste the other guy's load as a punishment, but I won't make you do..."

"I’m game!" I interrupted, already caught up in the hand job my best friend's dad was giving both of us at the same time, feeling his throbbing cock up my whole cock. Damn, who else had he played this with, I thought to myself. My dad? His rugby buddies?

"So I can do whatever I want with this hand?" I asked, raising my right hand, his left still on my right ass cheek, starting to grab it it firmly.

"Yup, all's fair game!" he proclaimed, still slowly stroking both our cocks, which were still locked into firm contact the whole length of our shafts. I'm usually competitive as shit, but I knew I wanted to lose this match. That being said, I wasn't going to lose the opportunity to freely explore this stud's body, so I started with feeling his hairy chest, caressing his nipple. His cock throbbed noticeably as I did that, so I pinched a bit harder, causing him to moan and close his eyes briefly. Fuck, I was figuring out his sexual trigger points. I then moved slowly down, exploring his amazing abs, and then circling around to feel his huge balls, also causing him to moan. I couldn't resist to reach around and grab that hot daddy ass, which did not disappoint.

He kind of smiled as I was exploring his body, almost smirking. I was in heaven. Little did I know that he had a secret strategy he was about to deploy. He released his manly hand from my high school jock ass, and then grabbed the back of my neck, in a masculine, firm, dominating way, and surprised the shit out of me by pulling my head toward his face so that our lips met to turn into the most amazing masculine sexual kiss of my life, his tongue locking with mine. I instantly started cumming, moaning loudly, but he didn’t release me or my tongue from his lips. I melted in his masculine controlling embrace, shooting a huge load all over his dick and abs.

After he let me go, I stepped back and we locked eyes, me looking shell shocked and still not having recovered from the most amazing orgasm I'd yet had as a teenager. He smiled warmly, licked his lips, and smirked, "I guess I should have told you I'm a pro at this game."

"Oh, so you hustled me," I joked.

"Hehe, yeah, but you don't have to take the punishment. I'll give you a beginner’s pass," he said, his hand still rubbing his cock, now drenched in my cum, and his other hand on his nipple.

"Hey, you won fair and square, so a rule's a rule, daddy-o," I responded and bent down to get on my knees. "Give it to me. I can take it," I said as I looked up, his amazing man cock right in front of my face and the sexiest dad I know looking down at me.

"Atta boy, love the enthusiasm, son," he responded, starting to stroke his dick faster, inches from my face. I noticed he reached down briefly with his other hand and got some of my cum off his abs to bring back up and lick from his fingers. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, locking eyes with him. I could tell that was working, as he started stroking faster and started breathing heavily and moaning. I'd heard that before. I moved my head closer, not wanting to miss the cum shot, but also not wanting a black eye from the fist moving up and down that man shaft. "Fuuuuuck, I’m cuuuuummmming," as the first shot of cum hit my tongue. I immediately lurched forward to take his cock head into my mouth as he was still cumming so I could get every drop. He looked down, surprised, but still in a state of bliss as he was still shooting, clearly enjoying my tongue on his head. He grabbed my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and this time I got all the way to the base of his cock. I wondered if he recognized my mouth.

After he was done shooting, I pulled back slowly from his cock to squeeze any remaining cum up to the tip, which I licked off. As I did this, I looked up to the biggest grin from Mr. C, and even a wink. I stood up, facing Mr. C, as he wiped my lips and chin and leaned forward for another deep sensual kiss, this time with his cum coating my tongue and lips. "I like that game," I joked, "probably the only one that is better to lose." Mr. C laughed, moving forward to rinse off under the shower head I was using, not taking his hands off my ass and chest, and me taking a few more opportunities to explore his.

I could have stayed in there for hours, but eventually, Mr. C proclaimed, "We better get dried up, Jonathan is going to wonder where we are." I couldn’t take my eyes off him as we both dried off, and he noticed, grinning each time he looked at me.

As we were almost dry, I asked, "Can I ask you a question, Mr. C?"

"Sure, sport," he responded.

"Have you played that game with my other dad?"

He paused for a bit, hesitant to answer, then responded, "Well, look, son, your dad and I are both jocks that have known each other for a long time, just like you and Jonathan. And we both have really active sex drives, just like you two, from what I can tell. Our wives are super hot, but we both need some masculine guy time on the side, so yeah, we have. Although, I will say, your dad is the only guy who's beaten me so far...he's a master. Shit, I probably shouldn't have told you all that." It took a minute for that to sink in...Mr. C has eaten my dad's load, and I have eaten Mr. C's loads (two so far!). "Listen, kiddo, I'm going to invoke the bro code here. You cannot talk about any of this to anyone." My head was churning.

"Dad, obviously, I won't say anything to my mom or Mrs. C...bros all the way...but would you ever tell my dad that we played the game?"

He looked at me, paused and ran his hands through his hair like he was contemplating something, 

"Uh, we, uh, never mind."

"You what?" as I stepped closer, towel over my shoulder so we were still completely naked in front of each other. "Dad, we gotta be able to share things like this," I pressed.

He looked at me some more, pausing, then eventually said, "Fuck, I shouldn't be saying this, and you'll probably freak out, but we've talked about the four of us together." He paused, looking at me like I was going to run out. "We've known for a while that the two of you have been messing around with each other. Hell, I came home to the sound of one of you orgasming in the shower together since you left the door open."

"Like son swapping?" I was no porn virgin, so I knew the concept (and had jacked off many times to that scene), but I knew he meant more.

"Um, yeah, kinda." He said, nervous. But I was getting hard again, and he noticed.

"Oh, so you mean like all of us playing with ALL of us?" He didn't respond verbally, but I knew that's what they had concocted, and I was all for it. "Daddy, remember, it's dude weekend. We say and do what we men want, without feeling guilty. In fact, I have a confession...that was Jonathan and me blowing you at the hotel earlier...” I've never seen a grown man more stunned in my life.

"Wait, what, but...that was...hold on...ummm....” he couldn't put together a sentence. His jaw on the floor, I stepped forward toward him, put my hand on his dick and the other around his shoulder, and whispered, "I've had two of your loads today, and your real son has had one. We're up for whatever you two dads have planned for us." He looked at me surprised, but started to ease into comfort as his mind started racing.

"Damn you, sneaky boys. Which one of you was the one that took my whole cock at first. That was you, right?"

"Yes, sir," I responded, "and for the record, your cum tastes just like Jonathan's."

"Damn, even though I knew you two were messing around, I thought it was just horny teen boy shit, not trick your dad into a glory hole blowjob scene. Although that was fucking hot, man."
I smiled, "It was my idea, and Jonathan was nervous at first, but really got into it, especially when you shot your load into both of our mouths." As I continued to think dirty thoughts, "but maybe I shouldn't tell him, or my dad, about this, so we can have a little fun with them. What do you think??"

He grinned, and agreed, "You're as kinky as your dad….but we should get back." I threw on my jock, making sure to bend over right in front of Mr. C as I was pulling it up. "Fuck, boy, you better stop flashing that in front of me."

I turned around, as I tucked my dick into the pouch, "Easy, daddy." But still in my mind was this other side of my own dad I had never seen.

I walked out solo, still in my jock, and Jonathan was on the couch in the TV room watching ESPN in just his white compression shorts, which were moderately transparent showing off the outline of his dick and balls. "Show off," I joked as I plopped down beside him on the big couch.

"Where you been?" he asked.

"Just took a quick rinse off in your parent's shower since you were using yours." He didn’t question anything fortunately.

Fifteen minutes later, Mr. C walked into the room wearing nothing but some tight white briefs, the kind that sunk into his ass crack in the back, revealing his muscular smooth ass. I couldn't help but stare as he went to the fridge to grab a beer and his ass was facing us. “Fuck, dude, your dad's ass is so hot," I whispered to Jonathan, teasing him.

I got up, and walked over to the fridge, brushing my hand against Mr. C's package. "Hey, since we're all staying in tonight, can I grab a beer, Mr. C?"

He looked at me, grinned, and responded, "Sure, got my two sons in with me tonight, so why not." I winked and grabbed two longnecks, one for me and one for Jonathan.I beat Mr. C to the couch and intentionally left a gap between Jonathan and me, hoping he'd sit between us. Fortunately, he did, the three of us guys throwing back beers in our skivvies. "Yo, if we’e having beers and this is a cheat day, can we order some wings?" Jonathan suggested.

"Sure, son," Mr. C responded and grabbed his phone from the coffee table (which required him to lean forward and expose his hot ass and crack. After he ordered, he let us know it'd be there in 30 mins. When his phone was back on the table, I saw a pop up notice for a text from my dad, but couldn't make out what it said.

"So what are we watching tonight, boys?" Mr. C inquired. Jonathan was flipping through the on-demand options and settled on a thriller with a hot chick as the detective. About 20 mins in, I had gotten up to go get another beer, when the doorbell rang. "That must be the wings. I already paid in the app, but grab a fiver from my wallet for the delivery person," Mr. C yelled from the TV room. I pulled out a $5 from his wallet and walked to the front door, completely forgetting I was only wearing a jock.

I opened the door to a shocked college dude that I quickly recognized from the gym that Jonathan, Mr. C and I go to. "Oh, shit, sorry, man. Forgot to put some clothes on. Uh, my dad said he paid in the app, but here's a tip." I offered. "I think we work out at the same gym, right? You're pretty jacked." I offered to the guy still standing there, staring at me only in a jock.

"Um, yeah, I've noticed you before, usually with your buddy" he muttered, still staring at my package in the jock.

"Cool, man, well, uh, I don't know how late you’re working, but we're kinda having a dude's night here with my buddy and my second dad, just hanging out and having some beers, if you want to join us. Clothing is flexible, haha. That’s, uh, why I’m just wearing this," I offered.

"Cool, man, uh, I get off work soon. I think this was my last delivery, but I gotta drop my stuff off at work. I could swing back by in like 30 mins and bring a sixer if you need some beer," he responded, still looking at my pouch I noticed.

"Sweet, man, swing by whenever. All three of us are all kind hanging out like this (as I motioned to my jock), since dad’s wife is out of town," I noted.

He smiled and responded, "Nice, man. I could use a guy's night. I just broke up with my girlfriend. I'm Bryson by the way."

"Cool, man, my dad and bro are in the other room, we're just hanging, all testosterone and no chicks" I said, adjusting my cock in my jock, hopefully enough to make the point.

I brought the wings into the kitchen, and Jonathan and Mr. C paused the movie to get up and come get some slices. They both looked hot as fuck in their briefs. We stood around, chowing down and sipping beer, and I let them know that Bryson, who they'd recognize from the gym, might be stopping by with some more beer to hang out. I shot a quick wink to a confused Jonathan. He mouthed, "you horny fucker," which made me grin and readjust my cock in my jock again.

We went back to the TV room, Mr. C ending up between us, with his arms around each of us. I was digging the feeling of his big arms around me, and I leaned my head on his chest, letting my arm rest on his thigh. Jonathan noticed and did the same thing. We grinned at each other, having our heads against his hot chest and hands on his thighs, able to slowly move our fingers against his hairy legs.

Minutes later, the doorbell rang, and I jumped up, ready to go welcome Bryson, who seemed to be very quick to return. I ran to the door and swung it open, "Hey, Bryson, that was qui-" only to see my dad standing there with a six pack instead of Bryson.

To be continued....