Early in the morning, my dad and I drove up to the cabin. My junior year at Falcon State College had just ended, and I needed a break from academia. During the year, I started working out with my new boyfriend, Thad, until he dumped me for a football player. Still, I didn’t quit training—three times a week at the gym all year long. As my body began to take shape, I pushed myself even harder, pounding it into peak physical condition.
Mike Jones was a towering figure at 6-foot-7, with a perfectly athletic build. He wore a beard flecked with gray that matched the streaks in his wavy black hair. His body was covered in a mix of black and gray hair, like a velvet carpet radiating rugged masculinity, with a subtle glint of desire in his eyes. At 43, he could easily pass for someone in his early thirties.
Dad and I got to the cabin around 11:00 a.m. Lake Arrowhead was calm. We pulled up the gravel drive and spotted Mike on the porch in Grandma’s old rocking chair. He was shirtless, wearing faded jean shorts with a tear near the front, topped off with the old cowboy hat he kept at the cabin for years. A mug of coffee in his hand, he said, “Coffee’s made.”
I slung my backpack over my shoulder and climbed the porch steps. My eyes caught on the tear in his snug jean shorts, revealing a glimpse of a jockstrap underneath. He noticed my glance, and I quickly looked away.
Dad walked into the kitchen desperate for coffee. As a doctor, he practically lived on the stuff.
Mike trailed in behind him as I headed into the second bedroom. “Holy shit!” I blurted.
“Yeah,” Mike muttered. “I fixed the leak over the bed when I got here, but last night’s thunderstorm soaked the mattress.”
Dad offered to sleep on the couch.
Mike spun around. “With your back problems? No way.”
“I’m the smallest,” I cut in. “I’ll take the couch.”
“That’s settled. Jacob, you’re helping me get the mattress outside to dry. Luckily, the box spring’s fine. Come on, give me a hand.”
We hauled the mattress out to the back porch and leaned it against the railing; I heard Dad’s phone ring.
“Good job, kiddo,” Mike said slapping my firm ass hard. I loved it.
Dad showed up at the backdoor looking serious, speaking as he jogged to his SUV. "The hospital called. They brought in Karl Gatz, the mayor of our town, with a massive coronary. I gotta go. I'll call later." With that, he was in the vehicle and on his way to the hospital.
I caught a strange look on Mike's face as he patted my shoulder and then let it rest there for a moment too long. "Let's go swimming." He pulled off his sweatpants and stepped out of his jockstrap. OMG his ass was so furry with the same black and gray flecks. Jesus, Jacob said to himself, he was such a manly man. But it was his uncut cock, not fully erect, that made me look twice. That wasn't a cock ... it was a weapon. I felt my dick harden.
"You're going in naked?" I asked. I was shocked.
"Yea, and so are you." Mike grabbed my sleeping shorts and pulled them down in one fell swoop. He then grabbed the waist band of my underwear; his fingers rubbed against my hardening cock but only for a second or two. My briefs came off."
"C'mon let's go swimming." He picked me up and jumped off the dock.
We swam for a while before treading water, his hands resting lightly on my hips. “You’ve grown into a good-looking guy,” he said. “And smart too—your dad showed me your report card.”
Without warning he picked me up. His fingers were an inch away from my butthole and as he moved to throw me into the air, I felt two of his fingers push to my pink hole. As he threw me, I'm sure he saw my hard dick. As I climbed the dock ladder, I felt and heard Mike kissing my butthole with his wild tongue. "You taste good, boy." He said barely audible. My heart was pounding. While my ex-boyfriend took my virginity, I was prepared to give Mike my soul.
Dad called and decided to stay with his patient over the next two days. In my heart I was happy dad wasn't coming back at least not for two days. After dinner which Mike had cooked, we watched TV. I rested my head on his shoulder. His hand went to my thigh softly rubbing it.
I wanted him so badly. "I'm going to shower."
"Clean water is low. We'll shower together." I said nothing.
In the shower he soaped up every inch of my body. His soapy fingers went up my hole swirling fingers in and around my young hole. He soaped his dick up and slowly put his weapon up my tight hole. He slammed my butt deeply and with love and ecstasy. His cock had a mind of its own and without warning he blasted my hole with a ton of his manjuice. I could feel it leaking down my leg.
We went to the 'good' bed, where he fucked my mouth until his sweet jizz flooded my mouth. Cum was dripping from the sides of my mouth. In his arms I fell asleep our bodies in tangled.
The next morning, we woke up hugging each other. He stayed naked. I wore my jockstrap. After breakfast Mike was horny again. He placed me by the front door and started pounding my sore butt. He slowed and stopped I kept sucking his beautiful cock.
Suddenly the front door opened. I had Mike's cock deep in my throat. Dad walked in. He saw his best friend getting his cock sucked by his son. And then he saw his son's pink hole framed by the jockstrap. He dropped his hospital gear and rammed his cock into my hole. "Fuck me Daddy! Give it to me hard! Then I went back to Mike's cock who so close to cumming. I had dicks in both my holes and was in heaven."
Mike came first followed by me and then Dad howling like a wolf. "Son, I love your butthole.
Dad stood up. "You've been fucking my son?"
"He kept walking around in a jockstrap with his ass begging, literally, for me to fuck him.
Alright let's just both fuck him together. You can take two dicks Jacob, can't you?
"Never tried it but my hole is charged. I'm willing to have two dicks up my tight hole."
"That's my slut son." My father smiled proudly.
