Mid-Life Crisis

John Dreyton sat alone in a midtown coffee shop. He should consider himself lucky. Pushing 45, the tall, handsome man had everything. Good, solid family life, good health, and success in his career an airline pilot. This New York trip had been his kids' idea. Dreyton had been to the city many of times, but for the Texas family the place was exotic and exciting.

Normally John was happy when a family vacation went well. Not this time. He'd sent his wife and teenage son and daughter off to go shopping while he warmed the seat here people watching and fretting. Maybe he didn't have the energy he used to have, he reasoned, but then shook his head. Nah, that wasn't it, and John knew it.

John was horny. Ready to fuck anything that moves kind of horny. The sex life of his marriage was no longer heated, and sharing the hotel room with the kids meant the man had not so much as jerked off in days. Yes, that was it. That was the reason John Dreyton began having those thoughts again - that curiosity again.

He felt like someone was reading his mind. A kid on the other side of the window, hands in his pocket looking in. Maybe "kid" wasn't the right word, but he was definitely in high school and definitely a football player. Everything was a giveaway: the smooth skin, the recently bulked up gym muscles, the letter jacket. He looked and acted like a typical high school jock, except the way he stood and stared right into John's eyes. It unsettled the married man, but entranced him too. What the hell was going on?

To dispel the tension, John nodded in acknowledgment. The young man blushed and shuffled on his way. John couldn't help but notice a fine, round ass trapped in the guy's jeans. Even jocks weren't built like that when he was that age.

Oh well, time to rejoin the family, he thought, checking his watch and tossing his long-empty cup into the trash. He'd left the shop and was halfway down the block when he saw him again. The kid. The boy's letter jacket was open and John took a second to admire the teen musculature fitted into a heather-gray T-shirt. He could see the boy's nipples on top of large full pectoral muscles. He just knew there wasn't yet a single hair on that stud's chest. Then John noticed that boy seemed nervous was still staring right at him.

"Hi," John said approaching the teen. "Do we know each other?"

The boy shook his head. "No, sir. I was just trying to get up the nerve."

John didn't understand. "For what?"

"I wanted to ask.... wanted to ask you where a guy can go to get laid."

John had to laugh, which made the kid laugh, too.

"You wanna get laid, huh?"

The boy still laughed, his nervousness melting a little in the absurdity of the situation. "Yeah."

"What made you ask me?" John was amused. This would definitely be a story to tell his poker buddies.

The young man shuffled his feet and hesitated. "Well, sir. Don't take offense, but I heard there were lots of men in New York. Guys who got off on other men...."

"Fuck," John muttered. The kid's green eyes were boring into his own. Like they could read his soul. His secrets. Then, gathering his senses, he said, slowly, softly. "What makes you think...?"

"Sorry, sir. I don't know what made me think. I guess I'd heard half the city is gay. I'm from a small town in Ohio, and sometimes I feel like I'm the only one."

Jesus, here was the perfect high school jock admitting he was gay to a complete stranger. "Don't worry you're not," he reassured the boy. "I'm not gay," he added quickly, "but, well... sometimes I've had thoughts."

The kid's eyes lit up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but they've been coming to me a lot more lately."

"It's all I can think about."

John knew he was stepping up to a line, maybe over it but he couldn't help himself. "Anything in particular you think about?"

The kid blushed again, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "Head. I wanna feel what a blowjob feels like." Then, working up his nerve, he added, "I've dreamed of having a hot guy like you on his knees sucking me off."

The two stood there for a minute, staring at each other silently, feeling the tension rise. Finally John pulled out his phone and speed dialed.

"Honey? Hi. I'm feeling a little tired for some reason and was thinking of going back to the room to catch a nap. No, that's fine. You guys take as long as you like. Yeah, sure. All right, later."

The boy looked at John with a quizzical look. "Fuck. Are you married?"

If Dreyton noticed the impropriety of the situation he didn't let on. "Yeah. And I just bought about an hour's time. You coming with me?"

The boy nodded, unable to believe his fortune.

Once inside the hotel room, the football player took charge, stepping up to the hunky pilot and grabbing his head for a deep kiss. Both men were tall and built, and the sexual tension flowed through them like electricity. "Goddaamn, sir," the younger man said before charging forth again. The boy's eagerness knocked him against the wall, but the force and possession turned John on. It was like that one time during his years at Air Force Academy.

Now the boy's kisses were showering his neck, sending goosebumps along his body. Eager hands were now slipping under his sweater, attacking the buttons on his shirt. Soon warm fingers were exploring his flesh.

They paused to strip John down to a bare, hairy chest. The young man's hands ran up and down along the furry softness. "Nice," he hissed. As his fingers brushed John's nipples, the older man took in a breath of air and groaned. "You're old enough to be my dad."

That made Dreyton gulp. What had he gotten himself into? "I got a son, actually," he replied softly. "About your age."

That made the kid smile. "Yeah? You wanna suck some son cock today?" As he spoke he reached down and pulled his zipper down, exposing a mound in his briefs. Quickly, he snapped the elastic open and down over his prick.

John had to gasp. The boy wasn't showing a record-breaker of a cock, but for a high school kid he sure had a stick on him. Thick, heavy seven-and-a-half incher capped with a succulent head. The kid was dripping like crazy.

"Suck me, sir. Get down there and eat my dick."

The kid was really taking charge now, but John didn't resist. He couldn't. This was his jerkoff dream come to life. He'd suck this horny kid, all right.

Almost as if out of body he felt himself falling til his knees hit the carpeted floor. The kid's cock felt hard and firm against his face, against his lips.

"Oh yeah," the boy muttered as the older man opened up his mouth and sucked him in. He'd dreamed of this BJ for so long. Deeper his dick pushed into the man's hot, wet mouth. And the man just adjusted the angle of his stoop and let the lance bore deep into his throat. The kid's peach-fuzzed nuts tickled up against his chin.

The football jock held still then pulled back. He watched the man eat his cock, then back off, then swallow him again. "Holy fuck, suck me, man. That's it. Nice, tight blowjob. Just what I've been dreaming of man. Hot married guy sucking me off."

"Ummph," John moaned, the kid's dirty talk egging him on now. His prick was harder than steel in his pants.

"Hot fucking daddy gonna suck me off."

It was so nasty but the two strangers were going at it, John scarfing down prick, the kid fucking face ninety miles and hour. Til all of a sudden, John's mouth was filled with the teen's semen, lots of it, filling his craw, choking him.

Quickly he jerked his head off the spouting prick and coughed. Jism flowed out of his mouth and down his chin as more sperm launched on to his face to join their brothers. The kid wasn't lying when he'd said he needed a lay. The stuff kept pouring out of him. Finally, the cock lost its iron rigidity and fell flat against the bridge of John's nose, still leaking out its ooze.

"Damn," the kid swore. "Thanks for that, man."

The older man did the best he could to regain his composure, getting to his feet and wipping off the spittle and come from his mouth and chin with his forearm. "Sure thing. Man," he observed, "you shoot off big."

"I'm afraid you got my biggest load by far. It was such a turn on watching you go down on me. Goddamn, you're hot." Again, his hands felt all over John's hairy torso, making the older man arch his back in horniness.

"What? You ticklish?"

"Nah. I didn't get off. Feel like I'm gonna explode the way you touch me."

"Why don't we strip down? Get on the bed?"

John didn't need an invitation. Soon his pants and underwear were off and his throbbing adult cock raged at a stiff angle. It jumped at the boy's appreciative touch. The two men fell onto the bed and made out, rubbing their flesh against flesh, cock against cock. Soon the player's hands were kneading and caressing John's hairy ass. "I wanna fuck you, man."

"I don't know."

"Come on. Who knows when I'll get another chance like this? It's my first time out, man, aren't you gonna show me the full score?"

How did a guy that age get such persuasive powers? John was going to reply that it was his first time as well, at least for this. He and his Air Force buddies had never gone beyond trading suck jobs. He was going to tell the kid he wasn't ready to lose his cherry. Instead he nodded his assent.

The boy jumped up excited and bounced over to his discarded jeans, pulling out a lube packet from his pocket. He'd obviously come prepared. Ripping the foil open with his teeth, he squirted the thick liquid over his pulsing, large cock. "Boy, o, boy," he growled, looking at John's reclining body the whole time. There it was again, that hungry stare.

Just as quickly as he had bounded up, he returned to his spot between the man's legs, parting them, lifting them, nestling his own cock into place. Then pushing.

John grunted. He thought he'd pass out from the pain. But the kid held still, holding that heavy dick right there two inches inside his rectum, til he got used to it. He did get used to it. Soon the stabbing pain was merely a dull ache, a fullness. John nodded. The kid smiled and fucked more unbelievably rigid meat into the man. A few more inches slipped in.

"I wish my dad was as hot as you."

John wanted to tell the kid to shut up. Not to talk like that. It was wrong, he knew, but what made him give in was the way the boy's words went straight to John's cock, sending lust-filled jolts down its length. As the boy lifted the pilot's calves onto his burly shoulders, the older man's cock thwacked up and down onto the hairy abdomen. Combined with the deeper penetration it felt so right.

"You ever think of your son fucking you?" His own cock fucking in and out steadily into the receptive older male. The boy looked down on him, possessive, urgent, in control. With a look that made John answer immediately.

"Not til now."

That made the kid smile proudly. "You shouldn't hold out on him. Not with an ass this tight."

"Oh fuck." The feelings of pleasure were flooding John's nerves and short circuiting his brain. "Fuck me." Then going for it: "Fuck me, son"

The smile on the kid could blind you. "Yeah, dad. I'm in you all the way. Feel my dick drilling you, old man?"

"God, yes. That's my boy. Fuck your dad off. You almost got me there, you know."

"Cum for me, dad. Come with your boy's dick deep inside you."

That did it. John couldn't speak. That prick wedged into his chute seemed to dominate him. He could only grunt and grip the sheets as jet after jet of his married dad cum spurted high and wide.

"Beautiful, man," the kid said as he watched the dad orgasm then he picked up the pace til he was close behind . He bent his head forward and bit his lip as his prick jerked and sprayed a full wad deep inside the man. Pretty good for his second nut of the afternoon.

The two caught their breath then connected for a brief kiss.

The boy pulled out and sat back on his haunches, a postcoital smile beaming through.

John let his legs down and stretched out the cramps. He was tempted to feel his battered hole, but thought better of it. "They're going to be back soon. You better get going."

"Yeah," the kid replied, getting up and picking up his clothes. "Coach is probably looking for me by now." As he tucked in and was ready to open the door, he turned back. "I'll probably get benched for wandering off like I did today, but it was worth it. Thanks man, I'm gonna dream about you."

"You, too, kid."

*****

John told himself the incident was a one-time deal. That it had satisfied his curiosity. He felt a little guilty. For cheating on his wife. For sneaking around his family like that. For caving in to the desire for gay sex. For getting fucked. Truth be told, John wasn't sure why he felt guilty. He felt oddly relieved that the incident had taken place with a complete stranger. No complications, no strings, no worries about awkward encounters or worse getting caught.

Now he was edging up to that invisible line again. Playing a game he shouldn't be playing. Not with his son's best friend.

But it was the weekend, his daughter was away on a school band trip, and Helen had gone with them as chaperone. While he was wrapping up at the office his son Dave had called to ask if Kevin Murphy could stay over for the night. Like so many times.

And like so many times, as John said yes, his prick firmed up into a solid mass in his trousers. He had a mental image of Kevin's body practically memorized: his son's friend was big for his 17 years, 6'3" and surprisingly thickly built, yet with a young blue-eyed, dimpled face. John tried to get the thoughts out of his head. A long run after work and a cold shower did little though. Slipping on a pair of shorts, he couldn't help himself. Bare-chested, he walked into the den where Dave and Kevin were playing video games. "I'm calling it an evening fellas," he announced. "Don't stay up too late."

"We won't Dad," Dave called out without taking his eyes off the screen.

Kevin on the other hand looked up with a look that could only be described as appreciative. Damn if the boy wasn't staring at John's hairy chest. When his blue eyes traveled up to John's face, Kevin bit his lip as if to control some deeper thought. "Thanks for letting me stay over, Mr. Dreyton."

John felt a familiar sensation shiver through his body. Right there in front of his son's friend, his nipples were growing erect, poking up from his fur in nice pink-brown nubs. "Sure thing." He didn't know what else to say, so stood silent. But he couldn't turn away. Not with the boy looking at him like that. Staring at him. Just like that kid in New York.

It made John bone up. He couldn't help it. His rod started lengthening beneath his shorts, pushing to the side. Kevin looked down and noticed. He smiled and winked.

Immediately, John blushed red in the face and turned away to flee the room. By the time he got to his bedroom he was almost hyperventilating. Where was his self control? Then again, why was Kevin staring at him like that? Unless...

He stripped down and got into bed. Reaching into his bedside table he pulled out the trusty lubricant, squirting some into his hand. This wouldn't take long. A few good pulls on his erection was all it took. The convulsions started from his toes and travelled up. When John came to his senses his muscular, hairy chest was criss-crossed with heavy white ropes of come.

He wiped off, turned off the light, and soon was drifting into a deep slumber.

It was a voice that awoke him. A whisper. "Mr. Dreyton? You up?"

It stirred John from his sleep. He groaned and lifted his head, adjusting to the dim light coming through the doorway from the hall. It took him a second to recognize the form of the person standing there, but there he was. All six-foot-three of Kevin Murphy. Not wearing a stitch of clothing. Instantly John wish he could see the kid's cock better, but it was too dark. He could definitely make out the silhouette of the gridiron musculature and tall, beefy frame. Kevin could be a body double for the jock he'd hooked up with in New York.

"Come in," he croaked in his sleepy voice.

"I'm horny, Mr. Dreyton." The boy's hand was now at his groin, stroking his rod as he stepped deeper into his best friend's father's bedroom. "It was really hot watching you earlier tonight."

John felt he should speak, but he couldn't find the words. He just watched, transfixed, as Kevin's body got closer, approached the bed. The Murphy boy paused a second as if he were contemplating his actions, then he knelt up on the bed. Straddled John's chest.

If the older man hadn't been able to see the teen prick earlier, he was able to feel it firsthand now. Pressing up against his face. Kevin Murphy was a big boy, all right. Long rod, and thick too. Dead ringer for the New York kid. And just as horny, too.

"Suck me, Mr. D," he whispered, but already he was pushing his cockhead in between John's lips, thrusting his dripping teen jock meat into the man's mouth. Giving John what he needed but was too afraid to ask for. He didn't even wait for John to do the swallowing. From the start he took charge by shoving the rod into the warm, wet oral cavity.

"Aw yeah," he hissed, his hips barely able to restrain themselves in their face fuck.

The second the boy's balls mashed against his chin, John knew it had been hopeless to resist his desires. He wanted this, needed this. His whole body shuddered and his cock jumped as he realized that the New York fuck was just the start.

Kevin wasn't wasting time now. With athletic prowess he held Mr. Dreyton's head firmly in place while his butt clenched in rhythm to piston his hard cock in and out of that wonderful mouth. It wasn't his first blow job, but John's throat was by far the most receptive and eager he'd felt. It felt magnificent against his dick.

"Fuck, Mr. D. I wanna come so bad."

The words triggered something in John. He reached up and grabbed the kids' hips. Stopping him. Pushing him off. The boy's dick made a plop as it left the suction of his mouth.

"Hold on there," he urged as he sucked in a deep breath. It took some courage to say the next words but once he did, it was like a rush of relief swept over his body. "I want this load somewhere else. I want you to fuck me, Kevin."

"Damn, sir," the athlete hissed.

"You like the idea?" John laughed, more than a little anticipation in his voice.

"Hell, yeah."

Wriggling a little from beneath the boy's legs, John reached over for the lube. A couple of squirts and the Murphy boy was slick enough to bore past the tightest, most virginal asshole.

The boy ready, John flipped over on his stomach. Spread his legs. It took only two seconds before he felt his son's friend in place. Hard cock rigid and impatient. He couldn't blame Kevin for not knowing the finer points of foreplay, but he had to wince a little as the teen dick jabbed its entry way into his body.

He was going to tell the kid to go easy, but the delighted growls in his ear as the boy sank all the way in checked him. "Oh fuck, Mr. D! You're so motherfucking tight. Aw damn, I'm fucking you, man."

And he was. Fucking John fast and deep. The kid's enthusiasm made the discomfort worthwhile. More than that, it turned John on. His boy Dave's best bud was fucking him and loving it. John stopped biting the pillow and raised his head to let out his own moans of pleasure. Kevin began attacking the side of John's neck with passionate kisses, all the while going to town on the man's bucking ass. If the Murphy boy kept this up, that cock buried in him was gonna punch out a good load straight from his prostate.

But John wasn't quite there when he heard Kevin choke back deep grunts. The man knew his innards were getting spermed with one horny teen's spunk. John reached down to see if he could jerk his load out while the hard meat was still lodged in his rectum, but unfortunately Kevin was already withdrawing his spent cock. Disappointed, John started to turn over on his back, resigned to a solo JO.

Only a hand stopped him. Pushed him down into the mattress while the teen body stretched out again on top of his mature built frame. Then the hard cock boring back into the loosened, hungry male opening. John couldn't believe Kevin was fucking him twice in a row. If anything Murphy's jock dick felt harder and longer the second time around.

Again, lips were attacking his neck, his nape, his ear lobe. "Damn, Dad, Kevin said you were putting the moves on him, but I didn't believe it."

Shit! It was Dave fucking him now. His own son's cock was drilling him. John didn't even have touch his prick. The very thought sent the married father into a deep orgasm, spraying the bed sheeting in hot, white liquid shrapnel.

When he came to, Dave was fucking away at his upturned, hairy ass, the son now ready to get his nut. John felt slick and abused in his hole, but he wanted this. Wanted his boy Dave's seed. "Come on," he quietly urged. It was depraved and wild, but John Dreyton wanted this, bad.

"That's it, Dave," Kevin urged. Even in the dim light, John could see the hunky teen was stroking a renewed boner. "Fuck your dad. Damn this is hot."

Dave gripped his father's meaty cheeks tightly and pulled his old man up onto all fours. In the climax of passion he wanted to possess his dad fully. He held on for dear life as his son prick jerked and seized inside his father's ass chute. Very soon his sperm was spouting deep to join his buddy's.

The thought that his son was ejaculating into him, filling him with Dreyton seed, drove John crazy with lust. He jerked his cock feverishly, coaxing himself toward a second orgasm, hoping to shoot before Dave withdrew.

This time he made it.