Day in the Life of a Town Football Star Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Day in the Life of a Town Football Star ch. 9
"Son, is that you?" Evan Reynolds' voice boomed down the hallway from his study.
"Yeah, Dad. I'm home." Dan blushed a little as he thought of the reason - the many reasons it turned out - he was so late getting home. Then again, this wasn't the first time he walked through the front door just at dusk. It was happening more and more lately. The football player shook his head as he walked to his father's study.
As he turned around the hall, he heard and saw that his father was on the phone. Jacket removed, tie loosened, and sporting a five o clock shadow, he looked up, saw Dan, and winked but kept on at his conversation.
"Well, see what Taylor can do.... that's right. Look we have two days before the meeting...."
Dan then noticed Mr. Banes, his dad's boss. Taller, more slender, and a couple of years older than his father but otherwise cut from the same cloth. Genial, hardworking, family-man suburban businessman. The man walked over to the athlete.
"Hiya, Dan," he whispered, his broad hand rested paternally on the athlete's shoulder as he leaned in. "Your dad's probably gonna be occupied for a little while. We got a major project on our hands."
Dan's upper body shuddered a little as Mr. Banes' hands grazed his back. The man's hands were large, with long, thick fingers that seemed disproportionately oversized for the man's build. "Why am I such a perv?" the athlete asked himself. He looked over at his father with a hint of shame and turned back to Mr. Banes. With a nod of acknowledgement, he left the two at their work.
Getting up to his bedroom, his body felt tired but relaxed. That fuck from Mike Wells had been just the thing. Now, for a shower, a little homework, then bed.
Dan peeled off his shirt, then his jeans. Standing nude in front of his bedroom mirror he admired his body. Thick, powerful blocks of teen muscle rippled along his upper body, tapering down to a tight abdomen. He turned around and posed, pushing his round rump out and up. Smooth jock muscle filled his large hands as he reached back and kneaded the assflesh, savoring the brawniness and fullness. He pried the buns apart and watched intently as a thin drop of pearl-white juice appeared from deep in his crevice then dripped to the floor. Followed by a heavier thread that hung a good foot before snapping loose from the pull of gravity. And then another. Damn, Mike White had fucked him full. As another drop formed, Dan used two fingers to push the man juice back into his rectum. He clenched his sphincter tight, hoping to keep his neighbor's seed deep inside.
Turning back around, Dan thought of what Brian Erlich had said. "You got a man's body on ya, kid." Yeah, a man's body, the teen agreed as examined his gym and football sculpted perfection. Big guns, bulging shoulders. A dusting of the dirty-blond chest and abdomen hair he'd inherited from his father. Dan could even hear Brian's voice in his head as he remembered the words and it made his cock start filling out, getting heavier and harder. Dan was proud of his dick. It wasn't superlong like Mr. Williams's monster, nor was it real thick like some of his cop buddies. But, yeah, it was a man's dick, full and perfectly shaped. Always charged and ready to shoot. And the way his nutsac hung low right now, with just a dusting of blondish fur, swinging loosely beneath the erection a little spent from the day of sex, just added to momentary illusion that he was crossing over into manhood.
An intrusion broke that illusion. "Dan, you in here? Your father said you might keep me company while he's on the conference call." Dan hadn't shut much less locked the bedroom door and Mr. Banes barged right in. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed as he saw the nude teenager posing in the mirror and sporting a nice juicy hardon.
"Mr. Banes!" Dan was surprised and embarrassed but had nowhere to hide and nothing to cover himself with. His erect cock pointed out. "Sorry, I, um, you know, get a little horny sometimes."
Banes took a second to appraise the jock's bare body. He could even make out the trail of pearlescent semen drops clinging to the soft hairs on Dan's legs. He nodded, "Yeah, I know." Then as if to emphasize his meaning: "Trust me, I know."
"Yeah?" Dan was all of a sudden curious where this might be headed.
Mr. Banes stared at the highschooler with a steely determined gaze. Slowly, he stepped forward, never breaking eye contact with Dan. When he finally reached out and touched the athlete's side, both men let out the breath they'd involuntarily been holding.
"Fuck!" Dan whispered as he leaned into his dad's boss. As the older man's hands traveled up his flanks he nuzzled his face in the man's neck, smelling the lure of the cologne.
The boss's hands now clenched at the muscled teen flesh, feeling and kneading its firmness. He felt along Dan's arching lats, then traveled back down til they cupped the jock's magnificent rump. Fingers grazing, then kneading it.
"I shouldn't be touching you like this," he growled softly. "Damn. Evan Reynolds' boy. Never thought you'd be into this shit."
"Me neither, sir. Just been really horny lately." Tentatively, he reached forward and felt Mr. Banes' crotch. His dad's boss had a long cock and it was getting rigid fast. The teen massaged its heavy mass with his hand through the trousers. "You're hard. Mr. Banes."
That drove Banes mad. He started attacking Dan's neck with fevered kisses, working his way to the boy's ear. Dan choked back a grunt and spread his legs almost involuntarily. He felt sexual and alive and a little ashamed as he felt the sperm deposit start to leak again from his jockhole. Especially when he felt one, then two of Mr. Banes' fat fingers start to push their way in.
"I can tell," the man laughed. "You're wetter than fuck back there. So... jock boy liked to get screwed, huh?" He savored the contrast between the soft fuzz of the boy's asscrack with the thick slickness of the manseed oozing out. He rimmed the hole with his finger tips then punched his digits deep inside, driving Dan crazy.
"Yes, sir... Oh, fuck! You got long fingers Mr. Banes."
The man smiled. "My dick's longer."
Dan squeezed that cock and tried to imagine it in his ass. An eight, maybe nine iron surged to full rigidity in his grip. "Yes, sir."
"Your daddy's tied up on the phone for the next twenty minutes." Slowly, he started backing Dan toward the bed. "Can you think of any way you'd like to pass the time?"
Dan leaned up and suddenly Mr. Banes' mouth was on his. This felt different than Mr. Wells, whom he felt an intense attraction to, or Brian Erlich, who seemed to read every desire in Dan's mind. This was pure I-gotta-get-fucked lust. "Aw, fuck me, sir!"
Mr. Banes smiled and nodded. "I like a boy who's polite." The man loosened his tie and smirked. "What do you say to doggie style?"
Dan smiled and knelt down on the floor. His dad's boss groaned in approval as he saw the teen jock scramble to face the other way. That pert, muscular rump stuck up directly for the older man's gaze. Banes stood and surveyed the young male perfection below him, groping his cock through his suit pants. Slowly, he raised his foot and touched the quarterback's hairy calf with his dress lace-up shoe. The teen shuddered and turned his head around to see what going on.
"Keep looking forward," Banes calmly instructed, and Dan complied, a shudder shaking his body and goosebumps breaking out over his smooth skin. The boss smiled and continued his foot exploration, grazing the tip of the leather sole against the Reynolds boy's quivering hamstring and along the crease where the assmuscle bulged up from the leg. "You've got an amazing ass, young man," he said, in a throaty aside almost more to himself than to the object of his admiration. Firmly, he nudged his shoe tip in the crack and smiled as Dan processed the rough-and-pleasant sensations of getting his asshole stimulated in such a novel way.
"I'm gonna fuck this hole," Banes announced. He reached down to unzip and within a few seconds his hard prick was bared to view - erect and dripping more than a little.
"Yessir," Dan answered excitedly. His own cock throbbed again and his skin felt flush with sexual heat. What the hell was going on with him today? "I want you in me."
That made the man chuckle. "You do, huh? Jesus fuckin' Christ, I got the town football star on all fours begging to get fucked. Doesn't get any better than this."
Dan felt a little ashamed at his wanton display, at least until he felt his dad's boss climb on and mount him. His hole was ready and more than a little wet and the man's prick skewered right in.
"Holy fuck!" Banes exhaled.
"Ugh!" Dan grunted. "Fuck me, sir."
Tom Banes didn't believe in foreplay and at that moment Dan didn't need any. The suited man hammered his prick in, rapidly and impatiently. If the man's prick had been any bigger it would have been uncomfortable, but as it was, the cock piston massaged Dan's insides and made him feel incredible. Kind of like that type-A jogger - something poetic about first and last fuck of the day coming full circle.
"Pounding your ass, Dan... oh, I'm fucking Evan Reynold's boy." Mr. Banes driven mad with lust, his hips and butt thrusting faster and harder. Getting close to his nut. It was partly excitement, but he also wanted to come quick before the boy's father got off the phone.
Little did he know, it was too late for that. As Dan braced his upper body on the mattress he turned his head to the side and saw the reflection in the dresser mirror. He couldn't see his father's face, only the lower half of the torso to mid-thigh.
"Shit!" he exclaimed and tried to back off, but Banes mistook his actions for bucking back for more cock and powered forth to fuck Dan into place.
Dan felt the world was caving beneath him. Then he saw his father's hand reach over to the suit crotch. Unzip. More moans came from his mouth. Banes was starting to orgasm now.
All of a sudden, his father's erection flopped out of the trouser's fly, right into the man's hand. Just the sight of his father's erect phallus sent Dan off, shooting his jock juice onto the mattress in scattershot spray.
When he came to, Banes's jism was well deposited in his hole and the man was kneeling on the bed, wiping the juices off his cock with a handkerchief.
He smiled down on Dan. "Damn, son, that was intense. Thanks for the ride." His hand explored the now spermy asscleft and a finger prodded into the now well-fucked hole. "Wow, I really shot a load in ya. I feel three pounds lighter."
As Dan flipped onto his back, he immediately looked toward the bedroom door. His father was nowhere to be seen.
"Gotta get back down. Your father will be wrapping up that call soon."
"Yeah. See ya, Mr. Banes."
The man winked and turned away to leave the room, retucking his dress shirt into his trousers and rearranging his tie. Dan could swear the man was whistling to himself softly.
The athlete shook his head to try to get his bearings. He'd seen his own father. Erect, desiring. Dan was shaken. The sex had felt good - no, it had been fantastic. He wasn't sure if Mr. Banes was the definition of a skilled cocksman, but the businessman's eagerness was a turnon. The football hunk reached down and parted his ass cheeks, dipping his finger tips into the moist crevice. His body still convulsed at the sexual pleasure emanating from the backside. The intensity of the feelings bothered him. His own father had watching him get screwed and instead of interrupting the action, pulled out his cock to jerk off.
Dan himself was still hard as a railroad spike thinking about it all. Dan had been having perverse thoughts of his old man lately, but to experience his father's voyeurism first hand was too intense. He knew he had to talk to someone about this, and there was only one person to see.
Slowly, he got out of bed and pulled on some sweats and an old t-shirt. Grabbed his wallet and car keys.
"Hey Dad," he announced, popping his head into the study again. "I'm heading over to Ken's to watch the game. Be back later."
He tried to read the look in his father's eye. There was something there all right, and it made goosebumps pop out all over Dan's muscular body.
"All right, son, see you later."