Day in the Life of a Town Football Star Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR ADULTS ONLY. If sexual fiction describing action between men turns you off read no further. This chapter includes relationship between family members.
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Day in the Life of a Town Football Star
The final chapter in Dan Reynolds' day-long saga.
11
Dan pulled up into his driveway, a little exhausted from the day and from the four-way sex session at Ken's. He'd left the pro ballplayer passed out into a deep sleep, his rippled, conditioned muscle crusted with several layers of his own sperm and a good deal of semen oozing from his majorly fucked hole.
The high school player saw that next door at the Wells' house, only one light was still on. Quietly, Dan Reynolds felt drawn to it. He'd relished the fuck with his neighbor earlier on, and felt a tingle of excitement as he walked closer. Playing peeping tom wasn't normally his style, but as he stepped up toward the window and could see in, his heart raced a million miles an hour and his nuts started their familiar tingle again. Gently, his fingers traced along his balls through the sweatpants.
He had a close up view of Mike Wells' powerful butt clenching and wriggling, its brawn powerthrusting in deep sexual activity. Here Dan thought he'd drained his neighbor dry earlier in the garage, and now the ex-hockey player was pounding away at his wife hot and heavy. Even through the closed window he could hear the man's deep cries and heated sex talk. Dan could tell Mike was particularly worked up and was fucking like it was his last nut on earth.
He could sympathize. Identify with that pure, deep-in-your-balls endless horniness. That itch you can't scratch away - trying only makes it worse somehow. He watched as Mike Wells orgasmed in his wife, his body a power-drilling machine, then barely taking a pause -continuing a nice, steady screw.
The quarterback shook his head and stepped back from the window. He stood, legs apart, catching his breath. He was definitely boned again.
Getting back home, he kicked off his training shoes, carrying them to his bedroom, where he stripped off his flimsy T-shirt. He reached toward the waistband of his sweats but stopped. He thought for a minute, then walked down the hall. His father's study. He had to have the conversation. Gently, he knocked.
"Dad?" he asked as he gently opened the door.
"Yeah? Come in. What is it, Sport?"
His father, Evan, was seated as his cherry-wood desk. No longer wearing a suit coat, his top button of his dress shirt was unbuttoned, his tie knot loosened.
"I wanted to talk. I know you saw me earlier." It was hard to bring up, but Dan cherished the close relationship with his father and wanted everything right between them "With Mr. Banes," he added, as if his father didn't already know.
"Yeah," Evan replied. "I thought you might. Listen, son, your dad got a little carried away. I hope you..."
"Dad, that's not it," Dan interrupted. "It's me that's been carried away. All I can think about is sex. Like nonstop."
Evan laughed. "You're a teenager, a jock at that. You're supposed to think about sex all the time."
Dan grinned at the paternal encouragement but shook his head. "No, I mean like an addict. I don't want to tell you how many..." He paused, feeling unable to go on, then continued. "How many men."
Evan's face turned to a look of concern. "Well, Danny, if you like, we can see a doctor about it...."
"Dunno, Dad. The sick thing is... well, I don't know if I wanna get cured." The athlete's breath was heavy now. "You know Mr. Johnson. The one who works at First National?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I sucked him off in a hotel room today. Then his son."
"Fuck!" Evan gasped.
"Then I watched as Mr. Johnson's put his dick up against his son's asshole. He pushed it in, Dad."
Dan's father wheeled his chair back and Evan nearly gasped to see that his dad wasn't wearing any pants. Between the tails of his dress shirt his father's large erection poked up straight and long. A magnificent cock, with a 7-inch diameter fullness and a straight length with barely a curve to it.
"Jesus, Dad, you're hung!"
"You like it, Danny? Christ, I've been jerking it for the last two hours, waiting for you to come home."
"Wow, you're dripping like crazy." It was true; rivulets of clear sap cascaded down the meat stick.
"You too, son. You've soaked a big wet spot in those sweats. God, that's obscene."
Dan stared straight into his father's eyes while he pulled down the elastic waist. His erection popped out, eager and wet at the tip. "God, Dad, I told you I'm an addict!"
"You and me both, Sport." Stepping around he desk, he started walking toward his athlete son. "I wanna do you like Mr. Johnson did his boy."
Dan cocked a grin and turned around to show of his bubble ass to his father. Nice, smooth orbs of butt brawn flexed as he reached back to rub, knead, and spread the cheeks. "Yeah? You wanna fuck me, Dad?" Evan couldn't believe he was talking like this to his own father, but the internal heat and horniness was pushing him on.
Evan's mouth watered at the sight. His quarterback son was 100% perfection. Man, that ass made his bone snap rigid, all right. Then he looked closer. "Christ, Danny! You got jizz leaking out of you."
Dan blushed. "Told you I've been a little carried away."
More semen seeped out and fell in a thick, audible glop to the floor.
"Jesus, son, that's hot. How much? How many?" Evan didn't know what to say as the jism started to flow in a neat trickle down Dan's hair-dusted thighs.
"A lot," was all Dan answered.
"Dan," the father whispered. "I gotta blow. Soon."
The athlete turned back around, his nipples now erect as his cock. Purposefully, he knelt down and nodded.
"Oh shit," Evan grunted. He'd never been so turned on. Stepping up, he placed his fatherly cock right in front of his boy, who proceeded to grab the hot shaft and lick it from base to tip. "Holy fuck!" His own son, gonna blow him!
The world stopped for both men. For Dan, it felt like the whole day had been preparation for this moment. The cop-suck fest this morning, the tryst with Brian Erlach, the orgy at the construction site. It was like he was destined to suck his own father's penis into his mouth. He licked and sucked, alternating hard fast motion with suckling tongue movement. It drove his dad crazy. Which turned Dan on, leading him to open his jaw and dilate his throat even more. Pretty soon, his dad's hairy balls were pounding his chin as Evan Reynolds actively took over face fucking his boy, sawing his large cock in and out of his son's open throat.
"Sweet mother of Jesus!" he whimpered as a hot, thick wad blasted into Dan's craw. The orgasm was an intense cascade of pleasure that felt like it would never end. His semen certainly kept flowing out of his cock slit. The boy sluiced it down immediately, ready for the next. Evan blasted again. He'd been unprepared for how different, how visceral an incest orgasm would feel. He could feel every ejaculation, even nerve ending in his prick, every millimeter of his son's tongue against his cock.
Finally, spent, he pulled out. Dan wiped the spit from his mouth and chin. Leaning back, he looked up to admire the presence of his father, the man's dick still upright and throbbing hard, shiny with spit and jizz. "Ready to fuck me, Dad?" he asked, hornier than ever.
Even hooked his hands under Dan's arms to lift him up. Lips touched lips, and father and son connected in a sloppy, heated kiss. The boy's fingers gripped Evan's cock, jacking it and sending crashwaves of pleasure jolting through his body.
"Let's go to your bedroom," the father finally commanded.
"Yeah?" A twinkle lit up the son's eyes.
"I want to take you on your bed, Dan. With you in a jockstrap."
Dan slipped on a used strap and climbed on to his bed on all fours. He shivered as his father took place behind him, the man's stubble teasing his ass trench. Then that tongue, thick, wet and powerful, licking up the spermy hole that had been used and abused all day. His father's lapping felt soothing and reassuring. Dan groaned and hiked his butt up as his old man ate him out.
Evan finally came up for air. "Christ, Danny, this is so nasty," he muttered, punching a finger into the slick hole and poking right into his son's hot guts. "Man, you're so tight, son."
"Aw, Dad! God, fuck my hole. Push your finger in there. Aw, right there. That's it, Dad. Gonna fuck me off just like that. Ohh!" Dan couldn't believe his father's finger felt so good. It was rubbing right against his inner gland and massaging the cum right out of him. The athlete howled as his teen sperm sprayed right into the pouch of his jockstrap.
"Oh fuck!" he breathed heavily, trying to come down from his nut. Before he could fully recover though, his father's cock was boring into him, thick and heavy, it filled him up and felt slightly uncomfortable. Still, it turned him on that his dad was fucking for his own pleasure not Dan's. The man's strong hands gripped the young man's sides and thrust away, powerdrilling faster and faster into his own flesh and blood's hard body. It wouldn't take long...
Without even announcing it, Evan jizzed straight into his boy's insides, whitewashing the boy's bowels with fatherly seed. Huffing, he slowed down his fuck, till he removed the still throbbing cock, now covered in seed. Casually, he flicked off the sperm onto his son's upturned meaty ass.
"Thanks, boy. It's late and I think we both need some rest now. Whaddya say, Sport?" Dan plopped onto the bed, rolling over onto his back. He didn't even have the energy to remove his cum-soaked jockstrap. Maybe he could give it to Klein tomorrow in exchange for the man's boxers. He smiled at the thought
"Sure Dad, I'm pooped." He watched in admiration as his naked father, cock still plumped got off the bed and went over to turn off the room light.
"All right. Sleep tight, Sport," he said, pausing at the bedroom door. "See you in the morning."
Dan started drifting into sleep when he heard his dad's voice in the hallway. "Coach? It's Evan Reynolds... Doing well thanks. Real well. Listen, I wanted to call and thank you for everything. Shit, I don't know what you've been putting in my boy's supplement, but it's worked like a charm... You kidding? He was like a frickin' firebomb waiting to go off tonight. I don't think it was the first time today... [he chuckles]... Just got done draining my third load and I'm still hard. Hell, maybe I need some of that shit, too... All right, see ya Friday coach. Keep up the good work." Dan didn't hear his father beating off at his bed side, but the spray of hot semen opened his eyes. This handsome, well hung man was so dear to him. While he rubbed the sperm against his hairy chest, his father's mouth touched his, Evan's tongue pressing its way into his son's wet oral cavity. "Love you, Dad," Dan said sleepily."Love you, too, son."The quarterback took his spermy hand and lifted it to his lips. He sucked them in, savoring the family seed. Before the bitter taste caught on the back of his throat he was dead to the world. Sleep finally overtook him.