Daddy Week Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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The following is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only. This story will have some strong incest themes and encounters, but a lot of non-family encounters, too, and just plain intergenerational fun. Each chapter follows a different character.
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Daddy Week Chapter 2
Carson 48yo, 6'5" 230#, blond/blue occupation: high school football coach relationship status: single
Yeah, it's great being here, seeing all the intergenerational couples walking hand in hand down the street. The freedom is as palpable as the salt air.
And it's fun to get the attention, too. As I'm walking down the down, the street, I pull off my T-shirt, letting the summer sun hit my exposed chest. I'm beefy but in good shape, a remnant from my ball playing days. I got to keep an example for my players, so I hit the weights with them, run with them at practice, lap for lap. I don't have youth on my side but I keep my body in decent shape.
One young blond twink seems to like what he sees. He stares lewdly at me as we pass before his daddy boyfriend tugs possessively at his arm and the young guys turns away sheepishly.
I laugh, because as cute as that guy is, he's not my type. I don't know how else to put it but I'm looking for the impossible. A young guy that's like the boys I coach. A carefree, rambunctuous, yet respectful jock. Steelhard boner, constantly horny, loves to top, happy to have his big beefy bottom of a coach show him the ropes....
I have the perfect young dude in my head, hell he's been in my fantasies for a good ten years now, ever since I got caught messing around with a player back at Coolidge High and lost my job. Tom Donnelly. I was lucky enough to get my present job, but I've had to keep my desires under wraps in major way. Play the part of the hetero bachelor who dates divorcee women but never anything serious. I've had to be a professional around my players, so that's what I've done. 100 percent.
Still, it's nice to be at a place like this where I can let my imagination run wild a bit. Imagine what it would be like to find a young football or baseball or hockey jock and slut out for him for the week. Maybe tomorrow I'll hit the beach, since I've heard that's where the best action is. But it's my first day here and I've arrived late afternoon, too late to make it out there. So I showered and changed into my shorts and T shirt and set out to explore the main drag of the town.
I'm not a shopping guy, but I see a swimwear shop and I think what the hell. I have usually stuck to board shorts that come to my knees but I'm wondering if I need to show a little more skin if I'm gonna catch a hot young dude.
I'm glad the sales guy is a regular gay dude my age, not some modelesque young thing. I tell him what I'm looking for and he thinks it over, correctly estimates my waist size, and starts grabbing some suits. "I'm not sure how revealing you want to go but you can try on these square-cut trunks. A lot of men like them as a compromise. They're form fitting but don't rise too high on the leg or have too low a rise at the crotch."
I step into the dressing area while the sales guy goes off to help another customer. The first pair just doesn't fit. They make me look fat, in fact. I mean, I keep my waist in pretty good shape despite my bigger meatier ex-jock build, but these trunks are just too small for me, like sausage casings. The second ones are much better. They're snug and my ass looks pour into the rear, where the lycra clings tightly to the round globes of my butt muscle. The front though is not constricting and overall looks flattering, I guess. I decided to step out and check them out in the wall-length mirror.
I do a couple of turns around in front of the mirror before I notice him. Ruddy cheeked, dirty blonde, at least what I can tell beneath the baseball cap. He has a matching team T-shirt for what looks like a high school team. And he's young. I don't know how young but a teenager. I'd guess 18.
"Wow you look really hot in those," he says, his voice sounding like a teenage jock's.
I blush and turn to face the kid. He's looking at me like he wants to devour every inch of my body. "Yeah?" I ask. I stand to face him, spreading my legs a little, which makes the crotch jut a bit.
Now he seems a little shy. "Sorry, I couldn't help it, sir. I followed you in here and when I heard you were going to try on some suits, I wanted to see."
His shyness is adorable, and I give a reassuring wink. "It's OK. You like what you see? Really?" Relaxing my posture and inviting his young gaze.
He nods eagerly. "Oh yeah. You're so hairy. There's something about blond hairy dudes. And your ass looks amazing in those. Only..."
I look down at my belly. It's not exactly sticking out over the elastic like with the first pair but I definitely don't have the abs this kid has. I pat my stomach and try to suck it in a little.
He realizes what I'm thinking. "No, it's not that. I'm just, well I think you'd look even hotter in something more revealing."
"I don't know," I say. Already these square cut ones would be a big change from the trunks I normally wear.
The jock steps up to the rack and starts rifling through the Speedos. He must have heard my size because he pulls out a dark blue pair and holds them up. "Will you at least try em on? For me?"
This kid has a puppy dog expression that I can tell would get him his way a lot. I relent and give him an agreeable smile, grabbing the trunks. He practically beams in happiness as I take them.
I go back into the dressing room and slip on the skimpy suit. Looking in the mirror I'm not at all sure about this. My hairy older body is on full display without much hidden or to the imagination, a beefy rack covered in blond body hair. Still, I step out and the look in the jock's eyes was priceless. Admiration, lust, excitement at finding a prized treasure. That look alone makes me feel like a million bucks.
"Whaddya think?" I prompt.
He lowers his voice and speaks in a half-growl. "God, man I wanna fuck you so bad." Gone was the shy kid, I suppose, and I get a kick of egging on his lust, turning around, letting him see my ass and broad, muscular back, giving a little half-flex to my muscle as I pivot back around. My back isn't furry but I have some stray hairs there and I wish I'd taken care of them, maybe had them waxed off, before Daddy Week.
"They're incredible. You're incredible," he says softly.
That's enough for me. I tell the jock to pick me out a second pair and buy both. I tell the sales clerk I would wear the Speedos.
I leave with the young jock and we walk aimlessly down the street.
"What's your name?"
"Bradley," he answers. "My friends call me Shorty sometime."
"Not for your height I take it." The jock is about 6'3", nearly my height.
"No sir. I play shortstop. Start up at UConn next year."
"Good for you," I say sincerely. "Um, thanks for the fashion advice just now."
"Anytime," he laughs. "I could watch you model swimsuits all day."
I blush at the flattery.
"Seriously, sir, you're the kind of guy I was hoping to see here. I've heard so much about this week, I had to drive up. Didn't even tell my parents, just hopped in my car after practice. They think I'm hanging out over at my buddy Matt's house."
The sincerity of his voice and his story start to give me a bone, which I know I'm not hiding well in my new Speedo. Of course all sorts of eyes were on me walking semi-nude down the street, but I'm feeling desirable, more than I've felt in years.
"I admire your balls. I wouldn't have had them at your age," I say.
He smiles, then asks, "What's your name, sir?"
"Carson," I say, taking a chance and putting my arm on his shoulder. "Thanks for making my first day at Daddy Week a good one, bud."
He wraps his arm around my waist and the contact with my bare skin feels awesome. "Glad to be of service, Carson," he chuckles. As we walk along he lowers his hand until it rests on my ass. He leans over, "I meant what I said earlier man," he says, stepping up closer and reaching out to touch my hairy chest. "I'd love to fuck you. Wicked bad. You ever do that? You can tell me to buzz off and I'll leave you alone." I'm starting to pick up more on his regional accent, which made his words even sexier somehow.
This is playing out like my dream scenario but part of me hesitates. I've gotten caught once before and even though I'm miles away from home and in a place where I can be free, I'm not sure.
"Come on," he pleads. "I brought some rubbers, if that's the issue." He taps a lump in his shorts pocket. "I've never done it and it's all I can think about."
"Wanna come back to my room?" is all I say.
"Hell yeah," he replies and we turn down a side street.
There's a moment of hesitation when we get back to my room. but Bradley takes off his ball cap and lays it down on the table. Seeing his head of medium-short hair, I decide he looks even cuter. Not as young I initially feared. He gives a nervous smile, steps up and leans up toward me as I pivot my face down and meet him in a kiss. I won't say he's a good kisser but he's passionate and excited and that turns me on. Reminds me of Tom Donnelly, but better in a way.
His hands paw at me, running along my back then along my furry front, then gripping my hardon.
"Fuck!" he growls as we break for air and lean back to examine each other's bodies.
"Your first kiss?" I ask.
"With a guy, yeah," he smiles. He pulls off his shirt, stripping it over his head. His body should be illegal it's so perfect. Taut, sinewed, muscled but not too bulky. Nice, young jock flesh. I start to hyperventilate when Bradley cuts off my breathing with another deep kiss. He starts to pull my trunks down and he moans as his hands grip my meaty buttocks possessively.
I reach down and start undoing his shorts, shoving my hand into his briefs and feeling for his steel-hard cock before he's even fully undressed. Already he's dripping like mad and my palm feels all sticky as I jack his long dick with teasing strokes.
"I want you to fuck me, Shorty," I breathe, feeling very horned up.
"Yeah, sir?" He's excited beyond belief and I worry for second he'll have a premature ejaculation in my hand. I remove my palm and step back to kick off the Speedos.
"I do. Only you don't have any topping experience and I'm not gonna have you ram that big thing right up into me."
He looks a little crestfallen, but I nudge him back to lie back on the bed. He falls back and watches in amazement as I lean forward and take his hardon in my mouth.
"Holy fuck!" he exclaims, and his body shakes as he feels the first oral sensation on his prick. I don't suck him off to completion though, just gave a couple of bobs to wet him and let him have a prelude to the pleasure that's to come. I reach down and pick up his shorts and rifle through his pockets. I pull out a string of rubbers, about five of them.
"How much fucking were you planning on doing here?" I joke and Bradley laughs.
"I'm a horny dude," he kids back.
His face gets serious again and overcome with lust as I open one of the packets and pull out the condom. He's breathing heavy now as I unroll it over his erection and pull out my lubricant to wet him down, extra slick. I apply a good amount to my hole and climb on the bed, straddling his waist. I can practically hear his rubbered erection thwap with each heartbeat pulsing his cock on his abs.
"Now let me do the driving, at least at first," I admonish him.
He nods excitedly and watches intently as I start to sink down on him. I'm real tight at first but this young jock is turning me on. After a half minute something in me switches and I feel his prick sink more easily into me.
"Christ almighty," he breathes as I sink further onto his lap. "That's hot."
"Everything you expected?" Wanting it to be good for him.
"Better," he says, assuredly. "Can I fuck you now?"
"Not yet. Let me take control at first, OK?"
"Yeah." He's trying to control his breath and hold back his hips as pleasure wracks through his young jock body.
I pause, then start a slow, steady bounce, bracing my weight on his abs in case he starts to take fucking into his own hands. It's been too long for me just to let Bradley loose.
He doesn't seem to mind. "Can't believe I'm fucking you," he says, watching me and running his hands along my body. "You're perfect, Carson."
"You too, Shorty. You got a real nice dick. Feels so good in me."
"Yah?" he asks, getting that cocky top grin. "Like my big fucking dick?"
"I think I'm ready for it. If you want, you can start thrusting in me."
"Oh, I want," he laughs and starts pivoting his hips, thrusting, carefully at first and then with a teenage abandon. Pretty soon, I'm bouncing up and down, not from my own action but from riding his pounding hips and cock.
Now it's my hands exploring his body. So smooth, other than some hairs coming in on the chest, in the middle and around his nips. He likes my attention but also is enjoying getting into the fuck, varying his pace, teasing me with his cock, before going back to full speed.
He looks like he wants to say something. Then, after a good minute: "Carson. Sir. Are you a coach? You look like one."
God, Bradley's gonna push me past the finish line and soon. "Yah, I coach football," I admit, my throat so tight I can barely get the words out.
I can see his face scrunch up. His hips are thrusting his teen cock into me faster and faster. "Oh, I'm gonna. Gonna come. OH FUCK! SHIT! DAMNIT!"
The sight of seeing this hot jock have his virginal orgasm pushes me over the edge too. My sperm rains out in a high arc, spraying Bradley in the forehead before spritzing his chest.
His thrusts slow down and I lean down to kiss him, hungrily and appreciatively. This was the best fuck of my life, hands down. As I dismount we both had a laugh at how much jizz is trapped in Bradley's rubber. I peel it off and hold it up to examine. At the tip, a round golf-sized ball of Shorty's jizz fills the condom.
"You always shoot this much?" I ask.
"Pretty much," he boasts.
I lift the sheath and turn it up over my mouth, pouring the contents on my tongue and letting the semen dribble down my throat.
Bradley's still hard and I reach down and run my fingers along his erection, which quivers at my touch. "You ready to go again?" I ask, incredulously.
"I could Coach," he says. "But I gotta get back. I don't wanna."
I give him a quick peck. "It's OK. That was an amazing lay. Really. You're a stud, Shorty."
Bradley may think I'm buttering him up, but he still eats up the words. "You too, Coach. When I saw you out earlier, I knew I had to take a chance. Knew I had to follow you."
"Glad you did." I get up out of bed and over to the desk. I scribble my number on some paper and rip it off the pad. "Here. I'm around all week. If you're able to come up again, just give me a call..."
"I can come up tomorrow," he says, leaning over and picking up his shorts to put back on. "I'll just say I'm going to the movies."
I slip on some boxers, which feel baggy after the Speedos I had on earlier. Maybe I'd have Bradley help me pick out some new underwear, too. "If you want to come to the beach sometime, too, I can model those other trunks I bought."
His eyes widen appreciatively and as his eyes sweep over my beefy frame, I can tell he's imagining me in the skimpy trunks. "Hah, I'm definitely coming up tomorrow, then." He slips on his T-Shirt and picks up his cap. He leans up for a kiss. Rather than quick, it's soulful and affectionate. Shorty is definitely improving his kissing game with each practice.
"Thanks for an amazing first time, Coach C, it was really awesome," he says. "Have a good night."
"You too Shorty."
Bradley leaves and I fall back on the bed, in the spot where the jock just lay. I run my hand lazily along my fur. Maybe the kid won't call me and I'll never see him again. But I had a good feeling I would. Either way, I know I'm going to have one hell of a week.