I left my dad and Troy in the living room and dashed upstairs to sort my room. I have my own bathroom with a roomy walk in shower, big enough for three full size men -- well, two fucking full sized Army paratroopers and one tall, well-muscled football jock, me.
I pull out the banker’s box I have hidden in a far corner of the closet. Obscured by hanging clothing, sports gear, baseball and football uniforms, school jerseys and several pairs of baseball and football cleats sitting on the floor. All the mud and dust have long sense been removed. You guessed it, I’m a neatness and cleanness freak. How my equipment smells to me is very important. I like all of my sports clothing, sneakers and equipment to smell like a jock: musky, sweaty and masculine, but not stinky and uncared for. That’s just not who I am. I can sniff another dude’s sneakers or socks, even from a distance or whatever and right away understand who this man is and if I would like to spend any time close to him and his gear, simple as that.
And here It is, my box of secrete treasures sealed just the way I left It when I went away to Harvard. My grandparents are not the snoopy type. They would never invade my personal space to rummage through my stuff. They just wouldn’t. Hey, they have busy lives managing their income properties and investments, keeping up with the social swirl of this affluent burb. No snooping time for them. It’s dinners, cocktail parties, ceremonies at the country or golf club they belong to. So, they’re mighty busy and fully occupied with their own lives.
This box is fairly heavy because It not only contains my collection of various sex devices like vibrating dildos, big flesh like rubber dicks but also chrome plated hand and ankle cuffs with connecting steel chains, lots of rope, measured in useful length, four feet to six feet long neatly coiled and secured. Two full black leather hoods, three half leather masks, suction cups, tit clamps. In other words, things I’ve collected since my senior year in high school made possible by working at various after-school jobs.
I take after my grandparents who know the value of a dollar and how important savings are. Especially when you want to pay cash, eliminating any paper trail. A very important thing when the items are taboo in polite society. Now, that’s a belly laugh, polite society my ass!
It’s quiet down in the living room and I’m wondering what’s happening in my absence. I go down to check. When I walk in Dad and Troy are on one of the sofas. Dad is stretched out with his head on the arm of the sofa and Troy is holding dads jump boots in his lap, both hands wrapped around the hot black leather. Dad looks up when I enter:
“We’re chilling a bit before we come up and surrender, two soldiers caught behind enemy lines, right?”
“That’s right, just make sure you leave that military cum in your balls that belongs to me, NOT to you two, got it?”
Troy salutes followed by my father. “We’ll be intact when we surrender, balls full.”
“And another thing, drink six beers apiece, I want you full and relaxed and I intend to do the same and you know what that means – any questions?”
“No, Sir, no questions, a prisoner doesn’t have the right to ask questions of his superior.” My dad says, grinning, showing his perfect white teeth.
“Good then, Sergeants carry on. I’ll call for you when I’m ready.”
I pivot and leave, making a brief stop in the kitchen to grab a couple six packs of beer to take up to the mini-fridge in my room. It’s quite a long hike down the stairs in the middle of night to get something cold to drink after the family has retired for the evening, and I am a thoughtful cuss. So I purchased the fridge with money saved from my after-school jobs.
“Paul” Troy says. “You didn’t even come close to describing how fucking sexy your jock son is. I almost cream my boxers when we first got here. Those fucking basketball shorts bro, I could see that fucking long thick dick of his hanging there, and those Nike’s with black no show socks and school tank-top. Damn man, you know how a jocks sneakers and socks tear me up.”
“Yeah, Troy, I knew they had you mesmerized. Your tongue was hanging out dude. I think Duke noticed too. And did you see his eyes going right down to your jump boots, he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. I believe the three of us have a lot of shit in common. This is going to be one fucking wild weekend.”
Troy lifts Paul’s combats from his lap to his face and nuzzles the warm black leather. “These Cochran jump boots are what caused me to become a paratrooper, a fetish from way back.” “Yeah, I know Troy, these fuckers pulled a lot of young men into the ranks, some admit it and some don’t – we do.”
“You know, Paul, when I had his beautiful feet in my hands, taking in his young jock scent. I almost lost it, almost came then and there, and I wasn’t kidding man, his feet taste and smell just like yours, clean and sweated up, my favorite.”
“I had the same feelings about my boy also Troy, worshiping his warm feet – can you imagine, watching him grow into the fine young man he is. I get hard knowing what he looks like suited up on the playing field. And also my son dreaming about sucking my cock. Man, I’ll give him anything he wants, and that includes you Sergeant Phillips!”
“Paul, when he was sucking you off and swallowed your cum last night, the same way I’ve done to you for how many years now? I have to admit I was a little jealous. I felt like jerking him off and taking his place, but he looked so fucking sweet, jock boy with his dad’s cock in his mouth trying to drain your nuts, I just relaxed and watched.”
“Troy, before this weekend is over I think all three of us are going to be full of each other’s ball juice, so relax stud and let it happened. Let my lad be in charge, he’s the new player, if you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, let’s let him learn on us. Let him be who he wants to be. I wouldn’t mind taking a good beating from a HOT jock like him. I’m ready to eat his ass if that’s what he wants, dirty or clean, he decides.” Troy rambles on.
It took us an hour to finish off six beers apiece. We were both filled to the brim but we had a lot of training over the years holding our beer piss. Then the order came:
“You two Sergeants get up here on the double, stand at ease with your backs toward the bed, four feet away from it – DO IT NOW!”
I don’t know about Paul, but my asshole tightened into a knot the same way it did in boot camp when Sergeant Fleming shouted an order. I look over to Paul and he has the satisfied look of a proud father on his face. I can understand that, but my knees turned to water all of a sudden as my masochistic urges jumped to the fore. My dick is as hard as it has ever been, the entire cut eight inches standing full in my boxers.
Paul is eyeballing my crotch and speaks, “That’s my favorite slab of meat Troy.” He comes over to me, reaches out and grabs my cock giving it a good tight squeeze.
“What the fuck is wrong with you two Sergeants? I said, get the up here NOW!” I yell down the stairs.
Troy and my dad take two steps at a time and arrive in the bedroom. I’m standing in the doorway, and back into the room. No shirt, but basketball shorts, a different pair of Nike TN, this time black and white Nike sweat socks. I’m holding two long lengths of rope.
“Sergeant Phillips, since you can’t keep your eyes offa my sneaks, get down on your belly and do some worshiping – NOW!”
Troy falls to his belly and grabs my Nike TN’s and kisses first one, then the other. He looks at me with a satisfied expression. He’s thanking me with his eyes, no words needed. I yank my sneakers away from him, leaving him flat on the deck.
I go behind my dad and take his hands and rope them together. I have him exactly where I want him. I put my hands on top of his shoulders and slowly push him down to his knees. He lands with his face only inches away from my crotch.
My next move shoves him violently to the carpeted floor. I kneel next to him and push him onto his stomach. I slam his boots together causing a loud hollow leather thud to echo through the room. I take a long piece of rope winding it several times around the boot shafts then splits the rope between his boots, tie it off and forces his feet back until the heels hit his ass cheeks. I attach his boots to his hands in a hogtie. He’s helpless and not going anywhere.
“Sergeant Phillips up on your feet and strip!”
Troy jumps up and quickly unbuttons his khaki uniform blouse and removes his wife beater. Puts them on top of the bed. I raise high one of Troy’s arms, then dive into his sweaty underarm, lick and suck on the pit hairs, humming to produce a low growling sound. Then I release Troy’s arm:
“Take off your jump boots and socks and hand them to me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Sergeant Phillips sits on the edge of the bed to unlaces his boots, pulls them off together with his socks. I bury my face down into the top of one of the boots covering my face with it. I hold it there sucking in Troy’s warm boot leather and clean sweaty foot scent.
Troy unbuckles his web belt, opens his trouser buttons to the bottom and pushes them down together with his white boxers to the floor. He picks up and folds the trousers and places them on top of his blouse and hands his boxers to me. I locate the area where his dick was hanging and suck the yellow spot where the dickhead dribbled piss into the white cotton fabric. My eyebrows go up in a show of satisfaction.
I stuff the boxers down into the top of one of the boots, then sit them both on top of the bed next to the uniform. I pick up a long length of rope. Turn Troy around by his shoulders and rope his hands behind his back.
“Ok, soldier boy, I think it’s time for a shower, let’s go.” I say taking my captive by the back of his neck and shove him into the bathroom. I open the frosted glass door and push him in. I help him get him down on his knees. I don’t take off my basketball shorts, but lifts one leg opening, holds my thick dick hose and aims it at his head.
I let loose a steady stream of yellow beer piss arching and striking the top of Troy’s blonde crew cut head, down and over his face. I can see his mouth is open and his eyes close as he catches as much of the piss in his mouth as he can. His handsome Nordic face drenched with piss dripping from his bushy eyebrows.
The heavy stream continues downward and splatters his chest then flows down over his treasure trail down to the thick untrimmed blonde pubes. I aim at and hit the hard eight-inch cut dick on its head. The heavy cock is standing away from Troy’s body, straight out and throbbing looks like the head is trying to suck in the jock piss being shot at it.
I’m laughing aloud, with my mouth wide opened. I hose down Troy’s hairy legs all the way down to his feet. Then back up again hitting his full nut sack. Next higher up, and stop to insert my pissing dickhead into Troy’s mouth to give him the remainder of my bladder offering, which he gulps down until my flow stops.
“Ok, piss pig, let’s get you cleaned up a bit. I don’t want you messing up my sheets when I fuck this pretty ass of yours!” I take the hand-held shower head and spray him clean.
I towel him dry, paying extra attention to his heavy hanging ball sack and engorged dick. I’m getting ready to fuck this Army stud and that has my dick raging hard and leaking down my leg.
I’m in complete control and didn’t have to wait for dad to hand Troy over. I fucking took him.
I haul my prisoner into the bedroom past dad hogtied on the floor and over to the king-size bed I had already stripped down to the fitted sheet. Bring a heavy bolster pillow down from the headboard and push Troy belly down over it.
Now, I have his hard-muscled butt high and ready for the taking. I pry open his cheeks exposing the tight rosebud sphincter winking at me.
I smile and move in, nose first between his twin hairy mounds. His ass crack smells like a real man, acrid and pungent, sweaty but clean, no dingle berries hanging from ass hairs, clean.
“Hmmmmm, you hot fucker, this looks like lunch to me, and I’m starved for a beefy meal like this one.” I push my face in and part the hard cheeks, tongue out to tickle the tight sphincter as it opens then closes to lighten then loosens again as the tip of my tongue teases it and slides inside.
“Ahhh, fuck yeah soldier, you taste really good, I could eat this meal all day, but I have a more interesting idea.”
I remove the cover of a Crisco can and put a dab on the tip of my index finger. I tease and swirl around the clenched opening. It begins to open. “Looks like somebody’s got this thing trained really well – wonder who?”
Then put another dab on the tip of my swollen dickhead as it emerges from the fleshy hiding place. I shove my swollen cock head up to Troy’s ass lips and ease it in.
Troy shouts: “Fuck YES! Oh, GODDAM TAKE MY ASS STUD!”
I slam it all the way up to my balls, and stop when my nuts land next to his. His ass channel has closed ranks around the invading shaft, but instead of repealing it, is making love to it. Gripping and quivering, caressing and welcoming me in.
I take my time -- almost in slow motion. Holding his roped-up hands, pushing them up his back, squeezing them as I push in and out of his shit channel.
I lean forward and kiss the back of Troy’s damp neck, sucking on the supple tanned skin to create a love bite that he will carry with him back to the 82nd Division. Every soldier he encounters will know that some chick didn’t climb aboard his back and give him that mark. They’ll understand how that came about.
“I’m going to leave my cum load inside you soldier boy. I’m going to breed you like some worthless whore I paid for and my dad is going to suck it out and eat it! That’s the plan, so get ready to receive your award.”
“Fuck, dude here it comes – AHHHHH, FUCKING A MAN!” My ball sack pulls tight and my cock starts firing bullet after bullet of jock cum deep inside of his well-greased channel. I pull out and stand up and get on my knees on the bed next to Troy’s face.
“Here you go soldier boy clean me off, and I’ll give you something nice.” Troy opens his mouth and takes my thickly veined shaft, and sucks it clean. I pick up one of my Nike sweat socks and stuff it into Troy’s mouth. Then position one of my Nike TN sneakers on his face over his nose and mouth, the toe pointing down to his chest. I wrap some rope three times over the sole of the sneaker and around Troy’s head and tie it in place. My captive will have to breathe in air through my sneaker. To say that Troy is in Heaven would be an understatement.
I knell next to my hogtied dad and untie his boots from his hands. I watch his boots hit the floor. I grab him under his arms and drag him over to his recently fucked Army buddy. I force his face between the Troy’s sweated up and greasy ass cheeks.
“Suck out your lunch Sergeant, I prepared it just the way you like it, warm and thick, so suck it out. And if you hesitate, I’m going to take your own web belt and beat the living shit outta ya, GOT IT!”
Sergeant Paul Knight is nodding his head looking up at me standing over him. He then locks his mouth around his Army lovers fuck hole and sucks out all of my thick cum. It only takes a few seconds and he gratefully swallows the large amount of sperm I left deposited in his buddy’s ass.
“You know what comes next don’t you – I’m going to breed your dad hole like any straight dude would breed his girl – I’m staking claim to your ass – I’m finally going to own you as the old timers used to say, lock, stock and barrel, so get used to the idea you hot fucker!”
I haul my bound-up dad up onto the bed next to his Army fuck buddy. Reach under him and releases his belt buckle, then unbutton his uniform trousers and yanks them down to his boot tops bringing down his white boxers with them. And there before me, this vulnerable masculine paratrooper with his hands tied behind his back.
I’m close to being overcome and have to stop to catch my breath. I go over to the mini fridge and take out a can of beer and pop the top. Take a long swallow and walk around the bedroom, just quietly surveying the scene I’ve created. Two handsome paratroopers, bound and helpless, one my own father.
I remove my tank top and basketball shorts and stand nude and barefoot sipping my beer. I walk slowly to the bathroom door and open it all the way to take a look into the full-length mirror attached to the inside of the door. I look at my reflection and see a young jock, tall, hard muscled jock looking back at me. Handsome in a college jock kind of way. He smiles.
I rub my hands over my tightening pectoral muscles and watches them stretch and become hard, chiseled meat planes, small nickels sized brown circles with pinkish nubs in the center stand on the hard-chiseled muscle ridge. Ripped eight-pack abdominals ending in a hard muscle pointing down to my long, thick and veined uncut cock hanging over a heavy ball sack, housing two bull sized nuts.
I walk over to the bed where my two soldiers lay on their stomachs, bound and quiet. Look down at them and continues to sip my beer. I kneel down next to my father’s tightly bound Army boots leans over them and inhale the boot polish and warm black leather, running the end of my nose over the surface. I put the beer can down on the floor and takes both of his boots in my hands and can feel the strong masculine feet inside. Kiss the back of the heels then straighten up.
I straddle my dad’s legs, the head of my dick starting to come out of hiding, the lips already covered with his precum. My heavy ball sack resting on the back of dad’s hairy calves, his bound boots keeping his legs tight together.
I spread open dad’s hairy ass cheeks, and staring back at me is his rosy/brown sphincter. I hear him let out a low, near to growling sound as I use the tips of my fingers to trace around the guarded gate of dad’s kingdom. It tightens then loosens slightly as I continued to cautiously play with it.
I bring my index finger to my lips and wet the tip, go back down, this time pushes two inches inside, pulls it out and bring it to my mouth to suck off the ass essence. Put the entire finger into my wet mouth then back down to the guarded gate to the tunnel I know I’m about to breach. Slide it in all the way up to my knuckles, find and massage the love button buried deep inside of his of his shit channel.
“AHHHHHH, son – are you going to fuck me?”
“Yes, sir dad, your son is going to take what he’s dreamed about for the last ten years of my life, this hairy male pussy of yours. I’m not going to eat you out first because I want your ass pussy as tight as I can get it!”
“Guess there’s not a fucking thing I can do to stop you.”
“No Sergeant, nothing you can do to stop me. This male pussy belongs to me and come hell or high water I’m going to ram my Polish cock as far up your ass as I can push it, it might come out of your mouth, but those are the breaks!”
My foreskin is fully retracted and the head is glistening with my precum. I reach for the Crisco and smear It over the entire shaft, because this fucker is BIG and I don’t want to injure what is going to become my regular fuck hole, that is, as long as the Sarge is in range, I’m gonna take it.
I hold the round hard shaft half way down toward my balls in a tight grip and rub the head over his tightening castle gate. Aim and poke the head just inside.
“Oh, Goddamn son! Take that outta my ass!”
“HELL, NO OLD MAN, THIS HOLE BELONGS TO ME SO FUCKING DEAL WITH IT!”
“AHHHHHHH FUCK, AHHHHH!?
I reach over his back and grab my sweat sock off the bed. Place my hand on his forehead and pull his head back and when he opens his mouth again to speak, stuff the sock inside to shut him up.
‘UHMMMMM – UHMMMM “
I slap the back of his head and plunge into him with one heavy push landing with my balls on top of his ass. I can hear him yelling into the sock gag but I don’t give a flying fuck, I just took him!
I feel like I’ve died and gone to Heaven. I hold still to let his asshole get accustomed to the intrusion. Then wait for him to stop complaining into my sock gag. I’m going to take what belongs to me. Call it an early inheritance, if you want to or whatever else you want to call it.
I own this dad hole now. The only thing that matters to me is the hot male body lying under me, that’s all.
I stroke the back of his head then use both of my hands to grab dad’s deltoid muscles and massage them, also to be an anchor when I begin to thrust.
Dad is still now, breathing slowly in and out, trying to relax his ass channel. That’s the signal I’ve been waiting for. I start a slow deliberate thrusting into him, holding onto his deltoids to pull myself back in once I’ve almost exited, then back in, rubbing over his prostrate with the bloated dick head, causing a heavy intake of breath from this mountain of male flesh under me. I pull my hips up from the rump, then plunge back into him, then back out, and back in.
My nut sack is banging against his ass, which is raising up to accept the thrust. I’ve developed a steady rhythm loosening his treasure channel. My hips slamming down on hard ass muscles, my cock as firm as it’s ever been, even when I was fucking a chick’s pussy. This ass is tighter than any female cunt I’ve ever plunged into, much tighter.
I can’t hold off any longer as much as I want to extend this fuck, but I know for a fact that I own this sweet piece of male flesh, it’s mine and I can take it again any time I want and trust this, before Monday rolls around this dick of mine is going to stay greased up and ready to roll!
I’m not going to yell I say to myself, the room is silent, let’s keep it that way. Troy has a sock gag in his mouth and my Nike sneak tied over his face, so he’s not going to say anything. Troy is just enjoying the interior of my jock sneaker. I’m just going to grunt out loud and try to hold everything else inside and just nut way deep into him, that’s all. Old Faithful is ready to erupt and here it comes:
“Ahhh, Fucking Shit!” I grunt softly.
My nuts empty with eight heavy spurts before I can catch my breath and just before I collapses over his sweated up back:
“You still with me dad?”
“Yes son. But please stay inside and let me enjoy this look alike dick of yours.”
“No prob Sergeant, no prob
The end.
