Author's Note: If it is frowned upon in your community to be reading materials containing homosexual behavior, or if you personally frown upon it, I recommend you leave now.
This story contains graphic depictions of sex between a young adult and older men. The story is based upon true events, yet the characters are idealized or simply fictitious. People in this story don't recognize disease, the real world does. PLEASE... make safe choices.
If you liked the story below - Nifty's "Gym Shower Lust" Series is based on the same main character and is by the same author, but follows different and non-sequential plot lines.
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Daddy Hunter Part 3: Yardwork with Mr. Dean
** My name is Mike. I am about 5 ft 10 inches. 195 lbs with a football, muscle and fat, build. I occasionally have a six pack, but usually I just have a nice round belly. My biceps, pecs, and legs are huge though, and I've received a decent number of compliments. In essence I could be a cub if I were hairier. I've got decent 6 inch dick. I have short black hair in a military buzz cut. The other thing you should know about me is that I love sex. Particularly sex with daddies, coaches, etc. If it's a male role model, I want to fuck him.**
My neighbor, Mr. Dean, is your classic guy next door. I'm pretty sure he's in a failing marriage, not that it's my business. He spends a lot of time outside the house fixing things up. I noticed this week that he was creating a garden in his backyard. I was walking past. The day was promising to be disgustingly hot already. It was only 9 in the morning and it was 85 degrees already. I was out jogging in black running shorts and black tank top when Mr. Dean called me over to his fence. He's a pretty big guy. He's about 6 ft 2. He has a shaved head and a goatee. He's pretty beefy and I knew that he used to work out a lot, but recently had let his muscle become fat. He was wearing a baseball cap and was sweating heavily.
"Hey Mike, can you help me out here?" He asked.
"Sure Mr. Dean." I responded as I walked over.
"I need your help digging out this garden. Think you could help me?" He asked, pointing to a rectangular plot that was about ¼ done.
"Sure" I answered.
It was a bitch to dig, no doubt about it. By the time I was done I was sweating desperately as well.
"Hey Mr. Dean, can I get some water?" I panted.
"Sure man" He responded as he turned into his house.
Without thinking, I took off my tank top as if it would help and leaned against the fence panting. I was examining the work done and didn't even notice Mr. Dean had returned and was eyeing me lustfully.
Mr. Dean walked up and handed me the glass of water. "Damn Mike, when did you get so big?" He muttered, examining my body.
I blushed slightly, but then realized my opportunity. A silly grin spread across my face. "I don't know" I responded.
"Damn. Your pecs are so fucking big" He muttered, punching me softly in the left pec. He licked his lips subconsciously. I knew I had him.
I turned around and leaned over to pick up the shovel, purposely showing off my round butt in my running shorts. When I turned back around he was sporting a visible boner through his jeans.
"I was... going to watch the game tonight with a friend of mine. Would you like to come?" He stuttered as he examined my body.
I smiled. "Sure Mr. Dean" then I walked away without another word, I'm pretty sure he was rubbing his crotch watching me leave, but I couldn't be certain.
Later that Night I arrived at Mr. Dean's house. I was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a white tank top. Underneath I wore a black jock strap. Mr. Dean opened the door with me and he was smiling. "Hey Mike, come in!" His friend was already seated on the couch. He had a shaved head as well, except he was cleanly shaven. He was shorter than Mr. Dean, about 5 ft 11. He also had the same build as Mr. Dean. Mr. Dean introduced him as Greg.
"Mike, sit down on the coach, I'll get us some beers" Mr. Dean said as he headed off to the kitchen.
I sat next to Greg on the couch and made sure my leg was rubbed up against his. The football game was on commercial and Mr. Dean returned just on time. He handed me a cold beer which I took one or two sips of before putting it down.
"You know Mike, I was telling Greg about you. He used to coach high school football so he knows all about weight lifting, maybe he can give you some pointers"
"That'd be great!" I responded enthusiastically.
Greg chuckled "Let me see what you got first, take off your shirt."
I stood up and took off my shirt before I faced my two admirers. Greg whistled before standing up as well to feel my muscles.
"Nice build boy" He muttered as he felt my pecs, passing over my nipples a couple of times.
"Let's see your legs" Mr. Dean muttered, shameless tugging on his own hard on through his jeans. "You have underwear on right? We're all guys here"
I didn't wait to listen to his pathetic justification and slipped my gym shorts down to my ankles before stepping out of them. My own dick was semi hard through the jock strap. I turned around to show off my hamstrings.
Greg was panting as he felt my hamstrings before slipping his hand to my butt cheeks, framed by my jockstrap. Mr. Dean stood up and walked to face me before feeling my cock through the jock. Both men were breathing heavily.
I leaned back into Greg's arms as he pulled me into a hug. He turned my head to the side and he kissed me as Mr. Dean pulled the jock pouch aside and fell to his knees, sucking my dick.
"God, I'd do anything to have my way with him" Greg muttered as he pulled out of our kiss and began feeling my ass again.
Mr. Dean stood up, letting my rock hard cock flop out of his mouth. He walked over to the counter and grabbed his wallet and he pulled out two hundred dollar bills and stuffed them into my jock strap.
He grabbed me roughly and kissed me before whispering in my ear "This is for the both of us, you whore." He then fell to his knees again and sucked my dick. Greg, behind me, was also on his knees rimming me.
I moaned as both daddies worked on me. A few minutes later, Mr. Dean stood up and kissed me again before pulling me over to the coach. He pulled off his shirt and jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear so his 5 inch dick bounced out. He pushed me on my stomach and pulled me close to his cock. I looked up at him and opened my mouth as he pushed his dick gently into my waiting mouth. As I sucked his dick, Greg removed his clothes and continued to rim me, he tongued my hole with precision and experience.
Mr. Dean had his eyes closed as he began face fucking me, sliding his dick into my mouth as he slobbered over his cock. Greg stood up and walked over with his own 5.5 inch dick hanging out. Greg gently forced his cockhead into my mouth as I sucked both of their cocks. Greg was still fingering my hole as I sucked them. I gave up Mr. Dean's dick so I could take Greg's cock to the hilt and sucked fiercely. Greg moaned with ecstasy. After a minute of this I switched to Mr. Dean's dick and took his down my throat. Greg pulled me up on all fours and walked behind me. He pointed his hard cock at my waiting hole and gently pushed it in. I moaned more, my mouth full of dick. Greg bottomed out and began fucking me in earnest. Mr. Dean pulled out of my hungry mouth and disappeared for a minute. Greg pulled out and sat down. He then guided me over as I eased myself onto his dick again. Mr. Dean returned with a camcorder, filming me riding Greg's dick.
He leaned down to film Greg's dick sliding up my cunt. He then stood up and pulled me to his dick, forcing his cock into my mouth while filming it from above.
"Yea suck that dick" He muttered.
I responded earnestly. I am, after all, a verbal guy. Greg was pinching my nipples as I rode his dick. Greg moaned and began forcing me harder and farther on his dick.
"I'm going to cum" he moaned as he shot four thick wads of cum up my jock hole. I let Mr. Dean's dick fall out of my mouth as I stood up to let Greg stand up. Mr. Dean then bent me over the side of the coach.
"My turn boy" He growled. He shoved his cock into my waiting hole, using Greg's cum as a lubricant. I moaned loudly. Greg moved to my front and pushed his softening cock into my mouth and I sucked his dick to clean it. Mr. Dean fucked me roughly from behind. In the middle he pulled up my jock strap and snapped it against my skin. I moaned with Greg's cock in my mouth. "You like big dick in you don't you? You fag muscle boy" He growled. I muffled my approval as Greg's cock grew to full mast again. They fucked me from both ends until Mr. Dean began panting louder. "Fuck I'm gonna unload in your jock butt" He screamed as he fired several shots of cum up my ass. Greg came seconds later. He pulled out of my mouth and shot three spurts of cum on my face. I crawled to my knees as I felt cum oozing from my hole. Mr. Dean was smiling, closing his camcorder. I had completely forgotten I was being filmed.
"We're going to have a fun night" Greg muttered, his dick getting hard yet again.
Daddies hunted to date: 4
Total Profit: $270
** End of Part 3**
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