A break from summer classes was exactly what I needed, and while house sitting for my parents isn’t exactly the getaway I would have liked, any excuse for a week away from homework and my part-time job lifeguarding is welcome. At 19, I’m the epitome of a fratty boy-next-door. Square jaw, sandy brown hair, a lithe swimmer’s build that’s a product of my lifeguarding and my time in the gym. I know I’m a stud, and people often have no qualms about letting me know they think so too, in so many words.
I’ve heard from many people that I look like an American Tom Holland, which basically translates to “hot, but without any manners or humility.”
One freshmen fraternity brother who loves to be my good boy on the down low says I look like a quintessential douche bag. The first time he said that it stung, but seeing his nose buried in my blond bush while my thick seven-inch cut douchebag cock unloaded down his throat made it all better.
Once while I was riding a fifty-something English professor in his office desk chair he said to me, “You’re the most beautiful son a daddy could ask for.” Soon after I came all over his big hairy pecs.
That’s all to say, I know I’m a feast for the eyes. And driving down the highway during the two-hour drive to my hometown, where my parent’s house is, wearing a cutoff tank top and loose mesh shorts, I feel every bit as sexy as I look. My tanned biceps bulge as I grip the wheel. My thick cock and big balls bounce eagerly in the shorts, my cock getting harder and harder as it always does when I go commando. Pretty soon, my dick is rock hard and sticking out of the leg of my shorts. Unsurprisingly, a clear stream of precum starts dripping onto my seat soon after. At one point in time I’d worry about a stain, but it’s become such a regular occurrence I don’t worry anymore.
My hardening cock is like a trigger to my imagination, and I quickly begin fantasizing about my last hookup with Nate, my freshmen fraternity brother. We were in my bedroom in the fraternity house. I was the fraternity VP, and therefore one of the only brothers to have his own room. Nate’s buzzed blond head was face down on my king-sized bed, and his smooth juicy ass was in the air. I was balls-deep in his tight freshman hole, staring at his muscular back and squeezing his perfectly round cheeks as my big cock slid back and forth. My balls were slapping against him, and every time I pushed into him I bet he could feel my bush against his ass.
“Uhhh fuck, Trevor,” he moaned my name like a bitch. “Your cock feels so good.”
“I know it does, boy,” I told him, right before I pulled out and flipped him over to his back. I shoved my glistening cock back into his ass and started pounding again. Nate is on the wrestling team, so his body was pretty stacked for a freshman. He has big juicy pecs that bounced as I fucked him. And his pecs weren’t the only thing that bounced. Nate’s thick, blond treasure trail lead down to his rock solid cock. While not the longest, his cock is really thick and surrounded by a thick blond bush. With each thrust of my hips his hard cock bounced against his hairy stomach.
“I’m getting close,” I told him. “You want your big bro to fill you up with his hot cum?”
He looked at me hungrily, almost as if he was desperate for my throbbing cock to unload inside him. “Yes please, bro. I want it so bad.”
Just as my reminiscing is about to reach its climax, I get desperately close to cumming all over my steering wheel as well, as I’ve been stroking my cock for the past dozen or so miles. At this point, my whole car smells like musk and ball sweat.
I’m only seconds away from letting loose when I see the alternating blue and red flash of doom in my rearview mirror. My stomach drops as I quickly shove my still-throbbing cock back into my shorts, which is only barely effective due to my lack of underwear. As I pull over, I realize I’m only a few miles from home. I then roll down the window, hoping for two things: that my cock will deflate and that the car will air out before the cop gets to my window.
While I can’t be sure about the smell, my dick is still as hard as it’s ever been as I see the cop get out of his patrol car in my side mirror. In a panic, I pull my short leg down as low as possible, hoping it will at the very least cover the length of my cock.
When I look back up, the officer has covered half the distance to my driver’s side window, and I can see his body from the neck down. His body is big and thick, like a dad-bod that regularly hits the gym. Think David Harbour in Stranger Things. His short uniform sleeves hug his big hairy arms, and his pants are tight around tree trunk legs. Any hope of my cock deflating goes flying out the window as he gets closer.
As he walks up to my open window, I finally get a glance at his face. Warm, handsome, thick black mustache, dark sunglasses. My heart sinks. “Mr. G?” I say in surprise.
Mr. Garret, or Mr. G, is my best friend from high school, Sean’s, dad. Sean was my first and deepest friend from first grade to high school graduation. We spent countless hours at the pool during the summers, playing video games during the winters, and driving around doing God knows what once we got our licenses. Mr. Garret was always extremely kind to me, almost like a second father, and certainly my sexual awakening to, at the very least, older men if not to men in general. Unfortunately, Sean sort of disowned me as a friend once I came out before leaving for college, and I haven’t seen Mr. Garret since my high school graduation.
“Trevor?” Mr. Garret looks just as shocked as I feel. “Fancy meeting you here!” He gives me a big friendly grin, a trademark of his, and reaches in to squeeze my shoulder with his big meaty paw. “I didn’t know if I was ever gonna see you again.”
“I know, I thought the same thing, Mr. G,” I said, and without meaning for it to, I could tell my response sounded a bit dejected.
“Hey now, enough with the Mr. G shit. Call me Rob,” he says enthusiastically, as if to cheer me up. His jovial demeanor always endeared me more and more to him without fail. Presently, it’s also making it impossible for my cock to get any softer. I’m just hoping he won’t look down.
“Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to call you anything else. Mr. G is engrained in my bones,” I said with a laugh. Mr. G and bone are two incredibly hot words to use in the same sentence, I think to myself.
“Suit yourself, kiddo,” he said, and I subtly notice his nose scrunch in a sniffing motion. I also think I see the subtlest downward angling of his face, and my cock betrays me totally by giving a big twitch. I hope I’m wrong and he hasn’t picked up on anything. It’s impossible to tell behind his glasses.
“Listen,” he continues, “I’m sorry about how things happened with you and Sean. I gave him absolute hell for how he treated you, but he’s just too stubborn. You know how he is.”
I nod. Unfortunately, I do know.
“But I’m sure he’ll come around eventually. And in the meantime, you should know you’ve got my support, buddy.” He reaches in again and thumps me on the chest a couple of times.
“Does this mean you won’t give me a ticket?” I say cheekily.
Mr. G rears his head back and gives a loud laugh. “Son, I’ll do you one better. Why don’t you come back to the house and I’ll show you all the renovations I’ve done since having the place to myself. I was about to head home anyway.” Hearing him call me “son” makes my cock jump again, and this time I swear I notice a downward shift of his face.
“Okay, you’ve got a deal, Mr. G.” And with that, he goes back to his patrol car and I head towards the house I spent so much time in growing up.
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The house tour is pretty uneventful. He shows me the updated kitchen, the updated primary bathroom, the new shed he built in the backyard. The whole time all I can think about is how grateful I am that my boner went away by the time I got here. Having to follow him around with my dick pointing out of my shorts would have caused problems.
“This place sure does bring back memories,” I say as we stand in the kitchen.
Mr. G smiles, “You say that as if it were decades ago. It’s only been a little over two years since you’ve been here, Trev.” He smiles.
“That’s true,” I respond. I think about all the meals Mr. G cooked us in this kitchen. “Almost feels like it’s my own house.”
“Well,” he says, “it might as well be. You were practically my honorary kid.” I gulp. Hearing that from him makes my heart flutter. “Should we look at Sean’s room? For old times sake?” He asks.
I hesitate, not sure I want to see how he’s changed such a sentimental childhood space for me.
As if reading my mind, he says, “I’ve kept it exactly as it’s always been.” So I nod, and follow him up the stairs to the attic where Sean’s room is, the whole time watching Mr. G’s sculpted ass in his officer pants.
True to his word, Mr. G had kept Sean’s room exactly how it had always been. The bedsheets are still the same light blue with a blue and red patterned comforter. Sean’s baseball trophies and medals still like the walls. The old computer, now way out of date, still sits at the wooden desk. It’s even the same temperature; blazing hot as many attic rooms are.
“Certainly the cleanest I’ve ever seen it,” I say.
Mr. G chuckles, “Took me weeks to get rid of the cum smell,” he says. I turn around and see his signature grin on his face before he bursts out laughing.
I start to laugh too. “I’m sure you remember what it’s like being in high school,” I respond, and with a wink I continue, “even if it was a hundred years ago.”
Mr. G mocks being insulted, “Hey now, no honorary son of mine gets to make fun of me.” He winks back. “Besides, of course I remember what it’s like. I was horny all the time.” There is a big pause, I try really hard to ignore that the word “horny” just came out of his mouth. “Although, I don’t think I’ve ever been quite as horny as you were when I pulled you over.”
My heart sinks. I start to stutter, “Mr. G, I dunno…I mean…” My mouth goes dry. It’s rare that I’m at a loss for words like this.
“Relax. Relax, Trev,” he pats me on the shoulder, “I know what it’s like.” He steps back and starts pulling his shirt away from him and back again to try and cool off. “Besides,” he continues, “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me pretty hard myself.”
I gulp, my eyes widen at the admission.
“Probably a good thing my lower half was hidden by your car, kid.” He laughs.
A million questions run through my mind. Was Mr. G gay? That’d explain why he never brought any women around when Sean and I were younger. Is he hitting on me? Is he into me? Or is he just goofing around the way guys do?
My questions become only further confused as Mr. G starts unbuttoning his shirt. “Damn, it’s hot in here. Don’t know how you kids stood it.” In seconds, he’s standing there, shirtless, no less than three feet from me, in his son’s childhood bedroom.
His broad chest is covered in thick dark hair, two large pink nipples being the only break. I flash back to all the times I saw him shirtless at the pool growing up, all the times I imagined burying my face between those hairy pecs.
And then, with a single question, he answers all my questions.
“Do you wanna touch me, son?” He asks. I stand there for what feels like hours, but what could only have been a couple of seconds. Eventually, I silently nod and reach out my hands. My hands grasp his big meaty pecs. They’re so much bigger than my hands. The hair feels both coarse and soft at the same time. I push my face into his manly chest and breathe in. The smell is intoxicating—musk, sweat, cologne, laundry detergent. I wish I could bury my face here forever.
Mr. G wraps his arms around me, holding the back of my head with one of his giant hands. Being held like this, by a man who is so much older and stronger than me, a man who I consider to be like a father to me, makes me feel so far away from the douchebag version of myself, the version of myself who uses Nate like a sex toy. Now I want nothing more than this sexy, giant man who I’ve always admired to make love to me.
I pull my head back, and he takes me into a forceful, passionate kiss. I moan into his mouth and can feel his thick mustache on my face as his tongue slides in and out of my mouth. All the while I’m feeling his strong hairy pecs, squeezing them with my hands.
“Take your shirt off, son,” he tells me. I quickly obey, pulling my cutoff over my head in one quick motion. Mr. G stares at me now, wearing nothing but my loose mess shorts that are barely concealing my throbbing teen cock. His eyes travel down my pecs, complete with a thin layer of hair of their own, down my lightly hairy abs, and down the defined v-shape that leads into my shorts. “You are such a sexy boy,” he says. “Always have been.”
That makes me blush as he grabs me by the waist and picks me up, laying me gently back onto Sean’s bed. With me on my back on the bed, I can’t do anything but stare up at this giant masculine figure standing in front of me. The attic room is hot, and a light sheen of sweat covers Mr. G’s hairy torso. I can see the outline of his giant cock through his black officer pants.
“Are you wearing underwear, Mr. G?” I say, probably sounding as desperate as I am for the answer to be no.
He just smirks and slowly reaches down and unbuttons his pants, button by button. He stops once all of the buttons are undone and just stands there. With the fly open, but the pants still on, I can see a dense bush of dark hair spilling out of his crotch. At the bottom, I can also see the first inch or so of his thick daddy cock.
“Holy fuck,” I say, and scramble to the edge of the bed right in front of where he’s standing. I look up at him hopefully, and he nods. With his permission, I bury my face in his manly crotch, feel his dark hair on my face and the base of his rigid cock on my chin. I breathe in deep, smelling his manly musk and sweat. The smell alone is almost enough to make me shoot my load.
I look up at him again and see him smiling with what looks like pride. “Will you fuck me, daddy?”
His smile turns into a big grin. “Drop your shorts, son,” he responds.
I do as he says and lay back on the bed, my hard cock now finally free and leaking precum onto my treasure trail.
He drops his pants too, freeing the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. In terms of thickness, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s thicker than my wrist. And it’s gotta be at least 8 inches if not longer. Mr. G’s gigantic cock is accompanied by two equally gigantic balls. They’re both sweaty, hanging low in the heat, and covered in a light dusting of dark hair.
When I try to raise up and touch it he pushed me back and leans down over my cock. He licks it from my balls to the big pink head, licking up my gushing stream of sweet and sticky precum. I moan.
“Mmm,” he says, “that tastes so good, son.” He keeps tracing my shaft and balls with his tongue, and I can feel his bushy mustache on my hard sensitive cock. The coarseness of his facial hair feels so good and surreal on my dick.
Mr. G slowly makes his way down until he’s kissing and licking my taint, making me moan with every inch of movement. As he’s focusing below my balls, which now completely rest on top of his eyes and nose, I slowly stroke my engorged cock, careful not to go too fast or bring myself to cumming.
“Wow, Mr. G, you really know what you’re doing,” I tell him.
He chuckles into my taint, and I can feel his hot breath and mustache on my sensitive skin. He briefly pulls away to respond, “Let’s just say guys can be very motivated to get out of speeding tickets,” and then he plunges back down.
After a few more minutes of worshiping my taint, he pulls back up. “Turn over,” he says.
I do as he says, putting my round bubble butt, covered in a light dusting of blond hair, in the air. Although I can’t see him, I know he’s probably looking at my tight pink hole.
“Mmmm, that’s a good boy.” He grabs both of my ass cheeks in his big meaty paws and spreads them. “Your hole looks so tight and innocent.”
“I wish I knew this would happen one day,” I tell him. “I would have saved my bottom virginity for you.”
I feel him bring his face closer to my hole, I can just barely feel his hot breath on it. “Don’t worry, son. I’ll savor it as if it is your first time.” And with that, he buries his face into the crack of my ass. As his tongue explores the diameter of my tight hole, I feel his bristly mustache rubbing in between my cheeks.
I give a low moan and look down between my legs. My cock is harder than ever, if that’s even possible, and I’m leaking a huge pool of precum onto the sheets. I’m suddenly reminded where we are—in Sean’s bed, a bed I slept in so many times growing up, a bed that belongs to Mr. G’s son. My cock twitches at the thought.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me, daddy,” I say, and Mr. G moans into my ass. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me in your son’s bed.” Mr. G’s ass-eating gets even more vigorous, and he reaches under me and grabs my big cock. I let out another moan as his big hand encompasses my cock. Never before has a man’s hand felt like it so overshadowed my big boy dick.
“Be careful,” I say, “I’m close to cumming.” With that, he immediately stops stroking and pulls his face away from my hole.
“Are you ready for my cock, baby?” He asks, and starts stroking his enormous hairy dick. My mouth immediately starts salivating heavily.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything, Mr. G.” As I say it, he quickly leaves the room and returns with a bottle of lube. I put my face down into the mattress as he lubes up his cock, preparing myself to be penetrated by such an enormous piece.
I feel him press the massive swollen head at the entrance to my hole. “Take a deep breath, baby,” he tells me.
I inhale as he slowly shoves his cock into me, inch by inch. With every bit that I take my insides feel more and more complete. It hurts, but it also is the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. The combination of being so entirely filled by a man’s cock and the knowledge that that cock belongs to Mr. G, my childhood role model, replaces any pain there may be, and before I know it, I feel his thick bush against my juicy ass.
“You are so amazing, kiddo,” says Mr. G. “If only you could see my view right now. I’m buried so deep in your hole.”
“I don’t need to see it, sir. I can feel it,” I tell him. His big hands grip each side of my waist as he slowly pulls 90% of the length of his daddy cock out of my hole.
“Alright, kiddo, this may hurt.”
I know what’s coming next. “I want it, Mr. G. Give it to me please.” As soon as the words leave my lips he thrusts the entirety of his dick into me. The grunt that escapes me is load enough to fill the whole house. He thrusts into me like a rocket, his big full balls slapping against my taint. Soon after the first thrust comes another, and then another, and Mr. G holds my hips in place with each one. Each time the base of his hairy crotch hits my ass my own cock throbs and releases a torrent of precum.
Mr. G settles into a consistent rhythm. Our moans and grunts melt together into a blend of pleasure. His hands periodically move from my hips to squeeze my ass cheeks or run the length of my smooth muscular back.
“Do you like daddy fucking you, boy?” He asks me. The question is paired with the rhythmic slapping of his balls against me.
“Fuck yes, daddy. I love it so much.” If we were in an apartment, we would be receiving so many noise complaints. Between the slapping of skin against skin, our combined moans and grunts of pleasure, and the slamming of Sean’s headboard against the wall, we were not being quiet whatsoever.
After several minutes of Mr. G fucking me on all fours, he pulls out his big cock with a plopping sound. “Now I want you to ride me, boy,” he says.
He quickly lays on his back, and I straddle his wide body. My balls hang on his strong stomach, and I can feel his body hair rubbing against them.
I reach back and find his thick slicked-up cock and slowly put the giant tip against my hole. After a long period of doggy style, taking his entire length inside of me is no issue. He lets out a deep moan as the head of his cock is engulfed in my hungry ass, and then the rest follows. I am now sitting with all of my weight on his big daddy cock.
Before I can even raise myself up to start bouncing on his cock, Mr. G’s big hands grab me by my waist and lift me up. I’m only in the air for a second, the tip of his cock the only part of him still inside me, before he slams me down onto his lap.
I yelp, and he gives me his big sexy grin. “Mmm, you’re so easy to throw around,” he says before letting go of my waist and putting his hands behind his head, showing me his sweaty bushy pits. I take that as a sign to begin, and I start bouncing up and down on the length of his thick cock. With each motion my own cock, still rock hard and leaking, slaps against his hairy belly. I can feel my balls, which are full and ready to empty themselves, bounce against his thick pubes.
I put my hands on his solid, hairy pecs to steady myself and gain leverage to shove myself down even more forcefully on his hard dick. All the while, I’m staring into his deep brown eyes. As I’m riding this man, this cop, my ex-best friend’s father, I can tell he’s looking at me with a mix of pride, lust, and what I hope is love.
Without stopping milking his cock with my hole, I look at him straight in the eye and say, “I’ve always looked up to you, Mr. G. You’re so kind, and strong, and attentive. Being able to make you feel good is the greatest accomplishment of my life.”
He looks at me with a smile of pure and intense happiness. Then he grabs both sides of my face and brings me down into a kiss. After a few seconds of passionate making out, he pulls back and, with my nose against his, says, “You have grown up into a beautiful and successful young man. I’m so proud of you, and I’m proud to be your honorary dad. I love you, kiddo.” Then he grabs my cock and starts vigorously stroking it.
I barely have time to respond, “I love you too,” before I groan and shoot a massive hot load all over his hairy chest and manly face. I watch globs of white sticky boy cum cover his mustache, his lips, and his pecs. Seeing my body convulse and my balls empty themselves all over him sends Mr. G into a frenzy. He grabs my hips and starts forcefully pounding me down onto him. I throw my head back in ecstasy as my somewhat limp body and still hard cock gets manhandled by this god.
“Take my giant cock, Trevor. Be a good little slut boy for daddy and take my giant load.” Inside my ass, I feel his monster cock start to spasm as my insides are flooded with the warm sensation of what has to be an unbelievably large load. Hid handsome face scrunches up in pure ecstasy as I rub his hairy pecs and big nipples.
“Mmm, fuck yeah daddy. Fill me up with your cum. Make my ass yours,” I say.
His giant body spasms under me for a minute or two before he visibly settles back into staring into my eyes. Out of exhaustion, I collapse onto his big body, still holding his cock inside me.
I listen to his breathing for a bit, my head against his supportive chest. “That was incredible,” I say softly. His hand comes to the back of my head and slowly starts petting it.
“I agree, kid,” he responds. “You’re incredible.” I smile, and as both of our cocks start to deflate, I fall asleep on his chest.
Stay tuned for what hot fun Trevor gets into the rest of his week home.
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