The next night, after finishing work and my workout, I was preparing dinner when the doorbell rang. I paused and ran to answer it, catching a glimpse of myself in the floor length mirror in the hall. I looked a little disheveled in my sweaty workout gear, my dark hair was still damp with perspiration. I noticed more and more silver coming in at my temples and made a mental note to pick up some Just For Men.
My face was beginning to look unshaven, but my muscles looked pumped. Some of my chest hair snuck out the collar of my two-tone-with-sweat dri-fit shirt. I cut an imposing figure with my brawny ex-jock build standing at 6’3. I opened the door and the blood drained from my face.
“Hey, Mr. B.” Moose said casually as if he hadn’t fucked me and taken my cherry the day before.
“Anthony, you shouldn’t have come here.” I said flatly.
“Is Mrs. B back from her business trip yet?” He ignored my statement.
“No, but that doesn’t matter yesterday was -”
“Yesterday was hot. You’re such a stud, Mr. B.” Moose said as he clearly was checking me out. I blushed and my expression softened. This kid was quite disarming. We stared at each other for a few seconds. “Have you thought about it at all?” Moose asked.
“A lot, Anthony, a lot.” I answered honestly, and I couldn’t help smiling thinking about it once more.
“Mr. B, looks like you’re chubbing up.” Moose said, noticing my bulge growing, even though I was wearing a jockstrap.
“Want to come inside?” I offered, Moose beamed and I ushered him in.
“You’ve thought about it a lot, huh?” Moose pried.
“I had to hit the weights twice today to stop myself from thinking about it.” I was probably being too upfront with the 19-year-old jock who was my son’s best friend. That got a reaction out of the college football stud, his eyes lit up when I spoke.
“So you liked it!” He said happily.
“I like it too much, Anthony.” I confessed in the entry of my house. He looked at me expectantly. “Do you want to stay for dinner?”
“I’d rather eat that hole, Mr. B.” Moose said almost cockily, and I stifled a moan thinking about it.
“Let’s go to my den.” I replied, then led the way. I should have thought better of it, but I couldn’t help myself.
Moose followed me to the den, not that he needed me to guide him, for the last few years, he and my son had been nearly inseparable. Moose strode up to me, and tugged at my sweaty dri-fit shirt. I pulled it off and slipped out of my gym shorts. I was standing in front of the college jock in just a jockstrap.
“Fuck, Mr. B, you’re such a stud.” Moose breathed hornily. He stepped up to me and I thought he was going in for a kiss, but he firmly grabbed my waist and turned me around. Now facing my desk, his strong hand planted on my back and pushed me forward at the hips. Bent over my desk, I felt him kneel behind me and pull apart my furry, muscled ass cheeks. I should have known the 19 year old wouldn’t offer much foreplay now that he had me.
Moose’s tongue started out swiping at my hole before digging in. He took his time teasing me before applying pressure to my hole with his tongue then back to teasing me. Each time he pushed more and more on hole until he was tongue fucking me. I hiked my hips back and moaned deep and loud. My jockstrap kept my cock from leaking all over my desk, my cock was testing the tensile strength of the pouch.
“You really want it, don’t ya, Mr. B?” Moose growled as he finally pulled his face from my ass. He emphasized his point with a playful smack. I just groaned as a response. “Tell me how much you want it, Mr. B.” Moose said as a slick finger entered my rear.
“I want it, Anthony, I want your cock.” I responded as he slipped in another finger.
“I can tell.” Moose said as he twisted the fingers inside me, making me groan even more. He fucked me with those two fingers for a few minutes. Finally, I reached to the front of the desk and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom I had stashed away. I was going to make the little fucker rubber up this time.
“C’mon, Mr. B, you know you want it raw like last time.” Moose pleaded as he slicked his fingers, this time with lube not spit.
“Anthony, if it's my ass, it's my rules.” I said as firmly with as much authority that I could muster with the jock’s fingers applying lube to my hole.
“Fine.” Moose relented as he removed his fingers, he was now sliding his thick cock up and down my ass trench as I was bent over my desk, feet on the floor and elbows on the desk.
Moose then teased the outside of my hole with his lubed up cockhead. He applied pressure, not penetrating, then he would slide the slick dickhead around my slippery hole. The sensations were unbelievable for me, the kid was driving me wild. Over and over he teased the outside of my hole until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Jesus, Anthony! Just fuck me!” I blurted out.
“Hold Mr. B, let me put the rubber on.” Moose responded.
I knew he was teasing me so I’d relent on the condom, but I clung to my convictions. I didn’t know where Moose’s dick had been and I wanted to be safe. I had a wife and family, I knew this was wrong but I had to minimize how wrong. I knew I was rationalizing it to myself but that was all I could do, I was in over my head. He took his time rolling the condom on his oversized jock cock. He performatively fumbled with the contraceptive packaging.
“I need to get a towel, Mr. B. My hands are too lubey to open it.” Moose said with played up frustration. “You sure I can’t work just the tip in? Remember how good it felt?”
“Anthony, we have to be safe… I’ve got a wife and kids… I don’t know who else you’ve been with.” I groaned as his cockhead kept sliding over my hole.
I was nearly blind with lust but I strived to hold on to the one thing I felt in control of.
“I get it, Mr. B. You’re so responsible, it makes you even sexier.” Moose verbally agreed as he applied enough pressure for his cockhead to sink past my ring. He was testing my boundaries, my conviction. I moaned at the penetration, bent over my desk. My cock leaked and strained against my jockstrap pouch. “You’re always thinking of your family, but doesn’t this feel great?”
“Anthony… you need to rubber up…” I groaned as Moose pushed another few inches into me. I should have been angry, I was angry, but my conviction was melting. “... we have to be safe… fuck…”
Moose sunk more of his cock into me and my mind went blank. Before I knew it he was bottoming out in my hole. I was done for, putty in the football jock’s hands. As he flexed his cock deep inside me, his phone buzzed. Casually, he answered.
“Hey, Dad.” Moose said into the phone, and all the blood drained from my face. “Yeah, he’s letting me hit it raw again…” My body clenched and anger rose, his dad knew!? Sensing this, Moose slowly rocked his hips. His big cock nudged my insides making me groan. “Sure, front door’s open. Better hurry though I’m not gonna wait to fuck the cum outta him.”
I was only hearing one side of the conversation but it sounded like he was inviting his dad over to fuck me too. I was furious, but also a little turned on. I wanted to be more angry than I was.
“Dad’s gonna stop by, Mr. B.” Moose explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked as Moose held motionless with his cock buried deep.
My mind raced, Moose’s dad? Joe Mosetti was coming over, now? Did they plan this? Joe was into this kind of thing? I couldn’t hold on to just one thought with Moose’s big cock buried deep in me. Fear, anger, excitement all cycled through me at breakneck speed.
“He was already pulling into the driveway, I invited him before I came over.” Moose elaborated as he began to rock his big cock back and forth again. I heard the front door open. “Hey, Dad! We’re back here in Mr B’s office!” Moose called out.
They had planned this! It was all happening too quickly. There was too much happening at once for me to comprehend. Moose kept slowly pumping his big thick dick in and out of my hole as we heard his dad approach my den. I wanted to say a million things, to admonish Moose for setting this all up without my consent, but when I opened my mouth to talk I could only moan.
“Damn, Tony, you weren’t lying. Phil really did put out for you.” Joe Mosetti boomed as he entered the den.
Moose was the spitting image of his dad. Joe was an ex-ball player and had taken pains at the gym to keep his athletically built ex-jock frame. He carried a heavy 5 o’clock shadow with the same Mediterranean good looks as his son. Joe and I were acquainted well enough. Our sons were best friends and had played football together throughout their time in high school. My wife and I had gotten to know Joe and his wife over the years, though they were not our closest friends.
“Yeah, Dad, and I barely even had to try to get him to let me breed him raw. I had to fuck Coach Rollins for weeks before he finally let me hit it without a rubber.” Moose replied to his dad. “Mr. B let me nut in him the first time!” Moose rocked his cock back and forth inside me for emphasis.
I didn’t like how they were talking about me like I wasn’t there. As if I was just a sex toy they were going to share. It even took a second for it to click that Moose had fucked Coach Rollins, his (and my son’s) high school football coach. All the while, Moose slowly fucked a few inches in and out of my ass as I was bent over my desk in my den.
Joe Mosetti strode around to the other side of my desk, his polo shirt stretched over his muscular frame. His khaki shorts bulged menacingly, while revealing his furry, built legs. I looked up at his face, the 43 year old was a stud. His short, neatly cut hair now sported a streak of silver at each temple. He carried a friendly, yet commanding demeanor. Joe had capitalized on his very well regarded college football career by opening up a string of very successful car dealerships throughout the region.
“You look hungry, Phil.” Joe said in a deep voice with his hands on his hips in front of me. I looked up, Moose’s dad had a big grin on his face. “I’ve got some Italian sausage for you.” He continued, very pleased with himself and his bad porn-style joke.
He unzipped his shorts, and let them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. Joe then tugged off his shirt, revealing a beefy, muscled body with a flat stomach all covered in dense dark hair. His briefs could barely contain his equipment, my mouth watered involuntarily. I’d never sucked dick before, but then again before yesterday I hadn’t done anything with a man before.
“Yeah, Dad! Feed him that big meat while I pound his hole.” Moose chimed in as he gave a strong inward thrust making me moan loudly.
Joe Mosetti’s big, thick, uncut cock sprang free as he peeled down his briefs. He was bigger and thicker than his son with a prominent vein and a foreskin that slid halfway over his head. The elder Mosetti chuckled at my wide eyed surprise, his heavy dad cock bobbed just in front of my face.
“You know you want it, Phil.” Joe growled.
He was right. I don’t know what was coming over me, but I wanted to taste him, even as his stud jock son bore into my ass. I parted my lips and strained forward over my desk. My lips grazed Joe Mosetti’s uncut cockhead, slick with a few drops of pre cum. He groaned as my tongue made contact, tasting the salty homemade lubricant before slipping under his foreskin.
“Fucking hell, this is hot.” Moose groaned, gripping my hips and plowing into my jockstrap framed ass.
I yelped at the change of pace, a novice bottom, this was only my second time being penetrated. I was verging on over stimulation, lightly suckling on Joe’s cockhead while his son rhythmically thrust into my hole. Moose playfully smacked my hairy asscheek and I moaned as his thick jock cock pounded my prostate. Joe’s cock fell from my lips as I gripped the desk below me.
“Don’t wear him out, kiddo. I’m going to need a turn when you’re done.” Joe grunted at his son. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, huh?”
Moose complied and slowly pulled himself from my hole, leaving me feeling empty and dazed. Joe helped me up off my desk, looking me in the eye with a devilish smirk.
“I never thought you’d be into this, Phil.” Joe said with a playful swat at my ass.
“Me either, Joe.” I confessed, the last few days had been a whirlwind.
“Once my boy has a goal, he always gets it. Though it took months for him to seduce Coach Rollins, and even longer before Coach let him hit it raw.” I felt guilt and shame well up inside me at Joe’s words. “I bet him you wouldn’t be into it, but you put out instantly.”
“Joe… I -” Moose cut me off.
“You should have seen his face when I first sank yesterday, he was in heaven.” Moose chimed in.
“Mosetti men have that effect.” Joe said with a smirk.
I blushed, but I couldn’t refute any of what they’d said. I just knew my wife and kids couldn’t find out. I led the Mosettis out of my den and up to the master bedroom I shared with my wife. I felt Joe Mosetti checking out my mostly naked body, he hadn’t had a great view before as I’d been bent over my desk.
“You’re looking good, Phil.” Joe said huskily with a hungry look.
When I hit my 40’s I’d been motivated to get back into shape, I was just about back to my playing weight from my uneventful college football career. My big, blocky pecs had a coating of chestnut brown hair which made my pink, pert nipples stand out. My abs had just the faintest of outlines but even that was obscured by the same brown fur. And my muscle ass and thighs were powerfully thick.
“You too, Joe.” I returned the compliment, to the stud.
“Get that DILF ass on the bed, Mr. B” Moose interrupted Joe and my heavy gazes. “Keep the jock on, it's hot!”
I did as the 19 year old college football standout told me. I got onto the big bed, laid on my back, and Moose lifted my legs to reveal my slick hole. Moose positioned his inflamed cockhead at my hole and pushed in, bringing moans to both of our lips. His eyes bore into mine as he sunk his cock deeper into me.
“Your daddy hole is perfect, Mr. B.” Moose cooed as he split me open just like he had minutes earlier in my den.
I couldn’t form words to respond as the jock bottomed out inside me. I noticed Joe Mosetti hovering around the edge of the bed, letting his son work. It struck me how handsome they both were. My cock ached in the cotton prison of my jockstrap. I longed to give it attention, but I couldn’t risk cumming too early.
Moose resumed methodical thrusts, each one plunging deeper. He was marking his claim to my hole, breaking it in for his use. I would have been more angry and concerned if it didn’t feel so damned good. Completely gone was the pain and discomfort of the initial penetrations yesterday and earlier in the den, it was pure pleasure now.
“Fuck yeah, Mr. B, open up for me. You were made to take cock.” Moose grunted as he thrust deeper, hitting spots he hadn’t hit before.
I felt my toes curling with each inward motion. Moose’s happy trail dusted abs flexed with each thrust, the veins in his arms bulged as he held my legs steady as he drilled in. The jock’s body tensed and released like a well oiled machine, repeatedly battering my prostate and stretching my hole with his thick dick. Dewy sweat began to form and cling to his lightly hairy chest.
“Fuck me, Moose.” I groaned, eliciting a chuckle from Joe as I used his son’s nickname.
It felt even better than the day before, I was able to lose myself in the pleasure of it all as Moose’s big jock cock pounded like a metronome. I took hold of my legs, pulling them closer to my chest making both of us moan at the new angle. Moose took the opportunity to feel up my body, groping my hairy, built chest and tweaking my nipples. The sensation made my jock clad dick dance in its captivity in addition to making my hole involuntarily clench against the football stud’s thick dick.
“Shit, Mr. B, I’m gonna blow!” Moose hissed through clenched teeth.
His breath and thrusts became more ragged and urgent. His hands traveled over my meaty body, groping and clawing before goosing my nipples again to make my soaked, jocked cock jump and hole clench.
“Attaboy, Tony, load him up. Dump that nut in him. Flood him for me.” Joe appeared next to his son egging him on as Moose began to lose it.
Moose cried out and pushed in deep, making my eyes roll back. I could feel his big dick pulse inside of me as it erupted in my guts. The jock braced himself on the headboard behind me as he continued to seed me, all the while, he held my gaze. He rode out his orgasm for what seemed like hours, his big nuts dumping rope after rope into me.
Finally, it subsided. Moose held himself over me with his hands firmly planted on the headboard, his cock still buried in my hole. As the jock panted, catching his breath, a huge smile crept across his face. I matched it with a smirk of my own, I was in a horny, lust driven daze. Moose had pounded me, making me ache for release, but my cock was still untouched in my pre-cum drenched jockstrap. I didn’t dare cum before Joe’s turn, knowing that it’d be harder to take the older Mosetti’s massive cock after.
Sweat dripped down as Moose extracted his used cock. His big piece slowly deflated as my legs came to rest on the bed. My body was primed and muscles were slick with sweat and pumped from the pounded I’d just taken.
“Finish him off, Dad. Look at him, he’s ready to explode.” Moose breathed as he made way for his father.
I looked up at Joe longingly. His handsome unshaven face with dark 5 o’clock shadow had me in a trance as etched his naked, furry, and muscular form into my memory. Gone was any thought of guilt or shame or worry about my wife and kids. My eyes settled on Joe Mosetti’s big, thick, uncut Italian sausage.
“You up for riding me, Phil?” Joe’s husky voice snapped me to.
I nodded and began to haul myself into position. I vacated my spot on the bed and Joe took my place. He had one beefy arm behind his head, as the other held his big greased up dad cock steady at a 90 degree angle from his body. I paused, taking in the scene before crawling over to Moose’s dad.
“You’re a fucking stud, Phil.” Joe Mosetti cooed as straddled his waist. “Lower that hot DILF ass onto my big fat dad dick.”
I moaned loudly when I felt the slicked cockhead poke at my hole, lowering myself so that pressure built, until it finally popped in. I quickly slid a few inches down the shaft, but Joe’s cock was thicker than his son’s so I had to pause and let my bowels adjust to the added girth.
“Christ, Phil! Your hole is tight.” Joe sneered in horniness. “Feel that stretch, buddy.”
“Fuck… “ I groaned as I placed my hands on Joe’s thickly muscled, furry chest to brace myself as I allowed myself to sink deeper.
“You’re fucking wet, Phil. My boy bred you good.” Joe murmured as I sank all the way done on his bone.
Joe’s hands roamed my body, sending shivers through my nerves. Traveling down my flanks, his strong hands landed on the waistband of my jock. He tugged aside the straining pouch before planting his paws on my hips.
“I wanna see the big dick of your’s bounce as you fuck yourself off.” Joe growled.
I did as I was told, and started to rock back and forth. Gradually, I rocked further. The angle was all new to me, Joe’s huge dadcock was punching my poor prostate relentlessly. Joe started to thrust upwards into me, meeting at the nadir of my bounce. My cock throbbed as it smacked my abs with each thrust. My hole was stretched like it had never been before and Joe pushed in deeper than even his son.
“Jeezus, Dad, you’re gonna fuck him off!” Moose exclaimed in excitement as Joe kept up his relentless pummeling.
“You gonna take my load, Phil?” Joe grunted, his body tensing and relaxing with each thrust. “Gonna take my seed like you did my son’s?” Joe thrust harder into me, reaching up and lightly tweaking my nipples. “Shoot for me, Phil. Shoot while I breed you.”
I gave my aching cock a few tugs and thought I was going to black out as I started to nut. Joe kept thrusting, his big dick pulsing against my spasming hole. My cock erupted in heavy sheets of thick cum, painting Joe’s hairy muscles. Wave after heavy ropey wave spurted out as I emitted guttural noises. I was barely aware that Joe was flooding my hole, his grip tight on my hips as he did so.
Joe thrusted through his orgasm, short powerful jabs which kept my cock pumping out cum. I was light headed as my rolling climax subsided, I leaned forward and rolled off of the elder Mosetti, sprawling out on the bed next to the man. Joe was painted with my load, I’d shot an exceptional volume as he’d kept pounding my prostate though my orgasmic high.
“Fuck, Phil, I needed that.” Joe panted, his cock slowly deflating and covered in a mixture of his and his son’s cum. “Seems like you did too.”
“I need to shoot again.” Moose appeared next to the bed with a raging erection.
He’d been sitting back watching me ride his dad, all the while recharging from breeding me. The jock was ready to blow once more.
“Feed it to Phil. Let him get a taste for Mosetti seed.” Joe instructed.
“Open up, Mr. B.” Moose urged as he jerked his cock, positioning himself just so.
In my post-coital haze I obeyed, opening my mouth and taking Moose’s cockhead into my mouth. The football jock unloaded, thick wad after thick wad. He shot with just force that his viscous cum clung to the back of my throat nearly choking me. He grunted as I nursed his cockhead until only dribbles of cum remained.
“Phil, want to clean off my cock next?” Joe Mosetti asked as I savored the taste of his son’s cum.
Without thinking, I crawled into position. With one hand I steadied the elder Mosetti’s half hard cock before I let the uncut head into my mouth. I tried to taste the differences between Joe and Moose’s cum, but at that point I was unable to. Slowly, I let my lips and tongue travel the length of the thick shaft, inhaling the semen that stubbornly clung to the member.
As I lapped at Joe’s deflating cock, I felt Moose spread my cheeks, lean in, and start to tongue my abused hole. The jock’s tongue dug in, seemingly searching for his and his dad’s loads. The sensations felt unbelievable on my sore, puffy hole making me moan.
“I wish I could stay for round 2 with you both, but Linda is expecting me for dinner.” Joe groaned, referring to his wife, Moose’s mom.
“I gotta bounce too, I’ve got a date with Beth.” Moose added, removing his face from my ass. His mouth was slick with spit and cum. “Thanks for the sweet ass, Mr. B!” Moose playfully smacked my asscheek.
“My boy’s right, great hole you’ve got, Phil. Your sucking needs work though.” Joe stood from the bed. The father and son were getting ready to leave me in a post-fuck daze.
Before I knew it, the Mosettis were out the door. My brain was in overdrive trying to process what had happened. The overstimulation didn’t cease when my wife called to check in. Too much had happened in too short of a time and then ended so quickly. I didn’t know where to go from there, something had changed inside of me. The more I wanted to fight it the more I knew I couldn’t.
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