Father-In-Law Bonding

“You know, I’d always wanted a son.” He said as we were pulling away from the dock.

“You didn’t try for more kids then?” I asked hoping not to overstep my bounds.

“After Tessa and Beth, we weren’t able to have any more. Pam had some complications when Tessa was born.” He replied matter of factly.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I said earnestly.

“It was a long time ago.”

I was visiting my soon to be in-laws on the bay with my fiancé Tessa. Her parents had a small house there, but it was on the water with a dock and a boat. Tessa and her mother, Pam decided to go out shopping and had suggested that her dad, Mike, and I go out on the boat for a little while.

I didn’t know the man very well, he was stern, having been in the military, then a cop, and now the local sheriff in the county where Tessa grew up. He seemed nice enough though, and I appeared to have been on his good side, and I wanted to stay that way. So, I let the conversation drop.

I sat down to the front of the pilot seat as we traversed the no-wake-zone in order to get to the more open waters of the bay at large. I was a city kid, so I didn’t have any boating experience and this small town living that Tessa and her family were used to was foreign to me, but I was enjoying it.

“You ever been out of the water?” Mike asked.

“No, sir, I haven’t. This is great!” I tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible without coming of as patronizing.

“You’ll like it.”

We sat in silence the rest of the time out to the channel. Once we hit the channel, Mike stood up and, took off his sunglasses and pulled his shirt over his head, then put his sunglasses back on and looked over to me. I tried to not gape at him, but, boy! His torso was magnificently muscled and hairy. His chest hair was beginning to turn gray like his mustache and closely cropped mostly bald head. I could tell he was built under his clothes, but I didn’t expect this! I also hadn’t expected him to take his shirt off, he was always so buttoned up around me.

“The sea air and sun feel great, Paul. Hope you don’t mind me getting comfortable.” He said as his gaze traveled over to me.

“Not at all, sir. I think I’ll join you.” I pulled off my shirt too.

I kept in great shape if I do say so myself. I kept a strict workout routine that kept my body looking nearly the same as when I was playing division 1 lacrosse 4 years ago. Tessa sure liked it and I turned more than a few heads at the gym and in the locker room.

“Good to see another man who keeps himself fit.” Commented Mike.

It was a rare compliment from my fiancé’s father. He didn’t usually insult me or anything, he just rarely went out of his way. I sat back down and tried to keep my eyes anywhere but on him. We excited the channel to the open bay and Mike let out a loud sigh, bringing my attention back to him. Our eyes met behind our sunglasses and I could see his lips turn into a half smirk under his moustache. He gunned the engine and we set off.

The engine noise was loud, and Mike was concentrating on navigating. I didn’t know where we were headed, but he seemed to know. I took the opportunity to check him out again. His shirtless 52-year-old body was a wonder. His standard issue suburban-dad cargo shorts were belted, and I couldn’t even see his underwear waistband. 

After about 45 minutes, we were way out in the water. If I had to guess, I’d have said we were a mile or so from the shoreline. Mike throttled back the engine and sat back in the captain’s chair. I sat back on my bench chair too. Mike’s hand reached up and, well, he began to rub his chest. He rubbed his hand through his big, muscular, hairy chest. His lips parted in a silent moan. His eyes were on me.

“Mike…?” my throat went dry when I tried to talk more.

“Paul, I’ve seen the way you look at me. I saw your eyes bug out when I took my shirt off. I’m a cop, it’s my job to notice things.”

He clicked off the engine entirely and moved to the front of the boat, dropping the anchor. He then took his seat again and rubbed more of his chest.

“What about T –“ He cut me off before I could finish.

“They don’t need to know anything. We’re just two guys on a boat.” He said.

His hand found one of his nipples and brushed it. His mustache twitched and he licked his lips.

“Is there anything you want to help me out with, Paul?” Mike asked as he stroked his chest not breaking eye contact.

“Yes. Yes, sir.” I replied, standing up, tenting my board shorts.

I walked over to him and reached out. His hand grabbed mine and brought it to his chest. My fingers dug through the hair, his muscle was firm, his skin was warm. He kept eye contact as he guided my hand over the mount of his pecs over his firm, flat stomach, down to his bulge. He held my hand there for a moment and released it.

“Why don’t we lose our shorts.” He suggested.

In a flash, I undid my shorts and stepped out of them standing stark naked in front of my fiancé’s father. Like I said, I was muscular and fit. I had a nice 8-inch cock that I was very proud of and it was at full mast. I had no idea where this was going but I was damn excited.

Mike unbutton and pulled down the fly then, in one motion, he pulled down his shorts and briefs. I smiled and my jaw dropped a little. He looked to be half hard and was hung very well. His hand fluffed his package a little and his eyes bored into mine. My hands returned to his chest, feeling the swells of muscle and bristles of hair. Slowly I made my way over his nipples and down his front.

I made my way to his swinging, semi hard cock. It had expanded since he’d ditched his shorts but still wasn’t totally hard. I slid my hands over it and Mike moaned. His hands were on his hips and he let me explore his body. I lightly jerked his ever-expanding cock. With the other hand I continued roaming his body. Soon, his cock was too thick for my hand to close and I do not have small hands.

“That’s a two-hander there.” Grunted Mike.

I looked down at my hand, dwarfed by his cock, he wasn’t kidding. 

“Good lord! How big is this thing?” I exclaimed.

“It isn’t done growing yet. It’s 9 long and 7 ‘round.” Mike laughed at my astonishment.

My jaw dropped and his cock kept growing. I was trying to wrap both hands around it, but I couldn’t. Mike was smiling, watching me try to jerk his cock. It was fully hard, and I ran my hand over the head of his dick picking up some precum. Mike moaned deeply. He put a hand on my shoulder indicating to me to let his member go. Reluctantly, I let it out of my grasp.

He sauntered over to the back bench seats of the boat, massive cock rigid leading the way. He sat down, leaned back and motioned for me. I followed him and sat down next to him, our knees touched, my own cock was throbbing and leaking. The sun warmed us and added to the electricity in the air. His big arm wrapped around my shoulders and he leaned in breathing heavily on my ear. His mustache just barely grazed my skin and I melted. I moaned loudly. He smiled, squeezed my shoulder and took my hand, guiding it back to his huge cock.

I felt it throb, it was like a slab of steel. I couldn’t imagine anyone being this hung. Mike grunted his appreciation as my hand traveled its length and girth. 

“You ever suck dick, Paul?” Mike asked.

I blushed and my eyes shot from his crotch up to his face. I slowly nodded. How did he know? Did I give off those vibes? I had always thought I came across as the straight jock that I identified as. Fun times with guys was just that to me, fun times.

“Yes, I have, sir. But I cut that out when I met Tessa.” I replied.

“I’m not going to tell.” Was all he said.

I leaned forward, all the way down to where his fat prick stood at attention. My tongue slid against the warm shaft and Mike groaned. I could smell him, his musk. Sweat was beading on us from the sun. The salty sweaty taste of his skin had my head spinning. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took his engorged head into my mouth. I slid as much I could in, but it was only a few inches. I’d sucked dick before, but I was by no means an expert. His arm went from around my shoulders to stroking my broad muscular back.

Mike widened his legs and motioned for me to get between his knees. I happily complied and crouched down on the bottom of the boat. I grasped his muscled thighs with both hands and lined his thick cock up with my mouth. His precum tasted great and I tried to stuff as much in my mouth as possible.

“Easy there, Paul. Focus on technique do what you think I’ll like. We can work on deepthroating another time.” Murmured Mike.

Another time! This was going to be more than a one time deal? I was ecstatic and doubled down on trying to please the man in front of me, the father of my fiancé. He grunted his approval of my change in focus and spit into his hands. His paws wrapped around the base of his cock and started to jerk it in rhythm with my sucking. I made sure to have some spit slide down his shaft to keep his hands slick. It was obvious he was used to people not being able to take a lot of his cock in their mouths.

After a few minutes, I could tell his flow of precum was increasing. That egged me on to give him the best blowjob I could, I wanted more. He kept jerking the parts of the shaft I couldn’t swallow as I worked my tongue and lips the best I could. I moved my hands from his quads down to his plump nuts, lightly kneading them and grazing his taint.

“That’s it, right there.” Cooed Tessa’s father.

His hands increased their stroke pace on his shaft. I took the hint and increased my efforts on the first few inches and the head. He rocked his hips forward and I heard howl out in pleasure. The first few jets coated the inside of my mouth and I hoarded them with my tongue savoring the taste of his thick seed. More cum spewed out and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He shot rope after rope of cum onto my face. He coated my face from my forehead to my chin with his steaming load.

His chest heaved as the last bits of cum oozed out of his cock. His face was plastered with a smile and he playfully smeared my cum covered chin with his cock and fed it to me from his spent member. I relished every second. As I was sucking on his deflating cock, I began to jerk my aching dick.

“Nuh uh. Your turn.” Mike said as he stood from the bench, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. “Take a seat.”

I was dumbfounded. I didn’t expect him to reciprocate. I climbed onto the bench seat and spread my legs to give him access to my cut 8 incher. He took my place, crouched on the deck of the boat. His hands grasped my cock and I let out a gasp. He chuckled at my reaction and dove in. He easily slid my cock into his mouth and down my throat. His throat muscles undulated around my cock and his tongue danced along my shaft. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. He really knew what he was doing.

As he was skillfully working my cock, he reached up with a free hand and smeared some of his own cum, still clinging to my face, onto his fingers. He nudged my knees apart while he took my dick all the way to the hilt. His nose was grinding into my pubes as I felt him pull me closer to the edge of the bench seat. 

I felt something slick and sticky appear at my hole. It took me a second to realize it was his fingers covered in his own cum that he’d spewed onto my face. I stuck my tongue out as far onto my upper lip as I could and nabbed a glob of his seed and moaned as his first semen covered digit breached my rear. A beat later, a second followed. Nearly instantly, his fingers found my prostate. He deep throated my cock again and his fingers massaged my butt nut.

“FUUCK! MIKE!” I cried out and erupted.

I feel like I damn near blacked out. Torrents of cum exploded into his gullet. Mike didn’t let a drop escape his lips. He kept sucking a massaging my man gland and I kept cumming. Finally, I began to come down as my river of cum eased into a dribble. Mike swallowed it all. He let my softening cock slide out of his mouth and slowly withdrew his fingers from my ass. He was beaming and I was seeing stars.

With his hand which hadn’t just been planted up my rear, he swiped more of his cum from my face onto his fingers as he stood up. He fed me is cum covered fingers and licked them dry. Then he pulled me up off the seat and planted a long easy kiss on my lips. Our tongues met. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.

“How was that?” He asked.

“Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, sir.” I said slowly regaining myself. “How was I?”

“Better than most on the first time. Now go get washed up.” He turned a patted my back.

I didn’t move. I didn’t know where he expected me to get washed up at.

“Fine, I’ll go first.” He said and put his foot on the side of the boat before using it to powerfully jump off and into the bay. 

I hurried in after him. We swam around a little before climbing back onboard the boat and sitting back on the bench seats letting the warm sun dry us. Neither of us put any clothes on and we relaxed. He put his arm around my shoulders again, but this time he pulled me closer to him until our bodies were together and I was resting my head on his shoulder.

“Paul, did you enjoy that? You like sucking cock?” Mike asked, not condescendingly but just as a matter of fact.

“I did enjoy that. I have to say that was the best time I’ve had sucking cock, sir.” I replied. “It didn’t seem like it your first time sucking one either.”

“No. No, Paul, it wasn’t.” he said lazily.

“How’d you know I’d be into it?” I asked.

“Told ya, I saw the way you looked at me. And when I took my shirt off it was obvious.” Chided Mike.

He stroked through my dusting of chest hair as I leaned against him and we sat there in peace with the rocking of the boat on the bay. The proximity we shared had me boning up again. I didn’t attempt to hide it, not after what we had just done. It felt good to let it all hang out like this. Mike noticed my cock rise and got up to fumble in a compartment by the captain’s chair. He came back to the bench seat and sat on my other side. I was leaning away from him now and I saw why. 

In his hand was a small bottle of lube. He squirted some onto his index and middle fingers and rubbed them against my tight hole. Slowly he sunk the first finger in. His other hand rubbed my chest as his knuckles sunk deep into me. He wiggled the finger gently and began to withdraw. A second finger joined it at my sphincter and pressed in.

“Relax and breath, Paul.” He said softly and encouragingly.

Slowly he let his fingers slide in and out. I moaned at the pressure and gripped the vinyl seat. My ass gripped his fingers and soon I felt a third apply pressure and sneak its way in. I grunted at the fullness and pressure I felt. Mike did his best to sooth me. His three thick fingers slowly rocked in and out, almost in sync with the waves. Slow, he pulled them out.

“You ever been fucked?” he asked while his slick fingers traced my hole.

“Years ago, Mike, I mean Mr. Ferris… uh, sir.” I suddenly fumbled over my words.

“Why don’t you call me Dad?” he said though it wasn’t really a question.

“Thanks, Dad.” I smiled back, somehow saying that to him made my cock harder.

“I’m glad I’ll have you as a son-in-law.” He said, “Ever have your ass eaten?”

“No, Dad.” I said and my cock throbbed.

His mustache twitched and he smiled. He lifted my legs up and toward my chest. I could feel the breeze on my hole. He then rested my legs on his shoulders and soon I could his mustache on my taint. It drove me crazy! Then I felt his tongue lap at my hole and up my taint. His tongue applied pressure and was soon inside. It felt amazing, and I was able to relax as he ate my ass with vigor. He came up for air replacing his tongue with fingers and swiped his tongue at my leaking cock.

“Looks like you like.” I smiled at me.

“It feels incredible.” I breathed.

“Wanna get fucked?” Mike asked with a hopeful look.

“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me, Dad.” I said as my cock throbbed.

Mike moaned when I called him Dad. I could feel his already greased up enormous cock sliding between my cheeks.

“I’ll take it easy.” Mike grinned at me referencing his massive cock.

His fingers, mouth and tongue, and fingers again had relaxed and lubed my hole. But I wasn’t ready for what came next. The heat and girth of his plump head begged entry into my ass.

“Breath, relax.” Cooed Mike rubbing my chest.

My ass gave way and his huge cock began to slide in. It hurt like hell.

“Jeezus! I feel like I’m tearing apart.” I howled.

“That’s just the head. You’re doing great.” Mike let it sit there for me to adjust.

After minutes, he slowly rocked his hips back and forth. He was only going a few inches deep but that was all I could take.

“You like me inside of you?” he asked.

“You’re so fucking big.” I grunted.

“You’re so fucking tight… Son.” He rocked in when he said Son and my cock throbbed.

He rocked back and forth more. The pain was beginning to subside, and it felt incredible. I knew that it was only a few inches in, and he was taking it easy on me, but I loved it. My cock leaked and ached, but I was gripping the seat to anchor myself.

“Your tight little hole is gonna make your Daddy cum.” Groaned Mike.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to cum too.

“Cum for me, Dad.” I breathed back.

“I’m gonna fill you up, Son.” He rocked in a little and grasped my cock.

My cock pulsed and erupted. My ass spasmed around his fat cockhead and he hosed down my guts. We both howled in pleasure releasing our seed. I was drenched in sweat and my cum. Mike pulled his cockhead out of my hole and sat back on the seat. His hairy, muscled chest matted with sweat, heaved as he caught his breath. My ass felt empty. Empty like it never had before. 

Mike’s cock slowly started deflating. Its head was still shiny with his cum. I got down before him and started to lick his cum off his cockhead. He groaned at the sensitivity of having just cum but relented. When I had all the cum off and in my mouth, he pulled me up to him. He licked my chest and abs, gathering some of my seed on his tongue and mustache then pulled me in for a kiss. Our tongues and cum mingled as we made out. We fell to he deck of the boat, hairy, muscled, Mike, the father of my fiancé on top of me. We made out and writhed our bodies together. I never wanted it to end.

“Sun’s gonna start going down soon. Time to head back.” Mike eventually said.

We took another dip in the bay to clean up and, unfortunately, got dressed. We had to head back, Tessa and her mother would be back from shopping soon. We both enjoyed each other’s company in silence on the way back to the channel. Once the engine noise dissipated in the no-wake-zone we could hear each other.

“I had a great time, Son.” Mike said with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

“Me too, Dad.” I beamed.

“I think we’ll get along just nicely.” He laughed as he adjusted himself.

We had a nice dinner that evening, and Tessa turned in early. I stayed up to watch some of the game on TV by myself. On my way to bed, I passed Mike and Tessa’s mother’s room. I heard the bedsprings straining and stifled moans. Mike was fucking his wife with his mammoth cock and I boned up thinking about how I could still feel his load leaking from my ass.