Daddy Week Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Daddy Week Chapter 4
Ed 50 yo, 6'1", 200#, gray/green occupation: police officer relationship status: dating
I felt a little thrill as we drove past the dunes in our rental car, and I'm pretty sure Carter was feeling it, too.
"If only the guys at Precinct could see us now, huh?" I said.
My younger partner looked over at me and smiled. "I know, right?" God, Carter looked like a million bucks, always does. It's funny how out of uniform he looks just like a normal 25 year old stud. Like hundreds of other ex-jock 25 year old studs in our small city, only better looking. Perfect alabaster skin, sea-blue eyes, killer smile. I had to reach down and adjust my crotch in my shorts, which made Carter laugh. He was in the same boat, too, on the edge of boning up the whole trip out here.
It was his idea actually. We'd been edging into deeper waters with our role play, and Carter had searched the internet for inspiration... stories, videos, and finally he sent me the link to the Daddy Week website. I've been pretty hocked up in alimony, so I said I'd think about it, but for my birthday, I opened my card from him and out fell the reservations for a week here. The big lug had splurged a week's salary on it, too much really, but I gave him a big hug and a deep tongue-heavy kiss.
"I take it you like your present?" he asked.
"You really shouldn't have spend the money Carter," I said in what I immediately realized was a fatherly way.
"I just want to see how my Dad looks in a speedo," he grinned, a little nervously. It was our first time trying out the roleplay like this, fully dressed, sitting at my dining room table.
The words went straight to my cock. "Well, my son's gonna put me to shame."
Our mouths met again as we tore off each other's clothes and made our way to the bedroom. That was five long months ago, and we'd spent the time since then in eager anticipation of this week.
"Look Dad, I can see it ahead," Carter said, snapping me out of my reverie. The first sign of the beach town. Instinctively, I put my hand on my boy's legs, feeling the soft hairs along the exposed thigh. "Dad you're making me bone up," he said playfully. His voice was deep but still young, like a college jock's. It just added fuel to the nasty role play we did..
"Somehow I don't think that's gonna be a problem this week," I said reaching up to squeeze his erection.
I thought Carter would try to make himself more modest but as we pulled up to our place, he just opened the door and got out with his hard rod clearly visible in his shorts. I knew we'd feel freer to be ourselves here, and that Daddy Week had a sexual vibe about it, but the idea that my boy would be so brazen gave me a shiver and made my own cock chub up.
We were dressed in identical navy blue Paloma City PD T-shirts, PT-style police-department logo shorts, and aviator sunglasses. Last year Carter had cut his hair short, matching my military style buzz. As I walked up the steps to the reception, my stud goosed me, cupping my ass and pinching it through the thin fabric. I think he wanted me fully erect as we checked in, and I have to say it was working.
"Hi," I greeted the owner as i pulled off my shades. "Me and my son are checking in. Ed and Carter Michaels." It gave me a thrill to say that and I looked over at Carter who was smiling the biggest pearly white smile I'd ever seen on him. Yeah, we'd talked about this, as just being Dad and Son all week, but the reality of it was weightier than I think either of us realized.
The proprietor didn't bat an eye. "Welcome to the Seafarer Inn, gentlemen. How was the trip?"
"Long," Carter jumped in. "But worth it. This place is amazing"
"First time here?" The man was older than I go for, but he was attractive, Hollywood handsome almost, and his green eyes had a twinkle as he sized us up. I had a feeling he was just Carter's type and I looked over to see the now-recognizable look of lust on my stud's face. Only to be matched by the excitement the guy had looking Carter's form over. Maybe we'd have to arrange something later this week.
"Yessir," I said. "I can already tell it's gonna be a great week."
We made some small talk banter as we signed in, then the proprietor showed us to our room.
"If you fellas need anything, let me or my partner know. I know you guys are gonna be a hit at Daddy Week," he finally winked before handing us our key.
We shut the door and looked around. Nice room, kept cool in the air conditioning. "Well, we're here, Carter," I said.
"I'm so excited Dad, can't wait to go out on the town tonight. You know, show off a little..."
That was Carter's thing, the exhibitionist streak. A little out of my comfort zone. After all, I was still adjusting to the whole guy-on-guy thing and readjusting my sense of self after my failed marriage. Still, I promised Carter I'd be open minded this week. "Ready to go out and strut your stuff, son?" I asked.
Carter grinned, and slowly pulled down his shorts, letting his 9-inch erection free. I had to ask every day why a well-hung, perfectly built young hunk wanted sex with me. "I'm gonna have to get a little relief first, Dad. Whaddya say? I don't think I can last another minute."
It had been a long tease of a flight then drive, me and C swapping fantasies and ideas of what we wanted to do this weekend. I had learned a lot from my riding partner the last two years, not only about sex with a guy but also about how to open up, to own my fantasies. Fantasies I didn't realize I had.
I plopped down on the bed, face up, my head rest over the edge of the mattress. I leaned back, looking at my stud cop-son as he smiled big and stepped up. We'd been working on this position lately and I had finally gotten, barely, to the point where I could handle it.
"Damn Dad, you gonna let me?" he huffed, the youth in his voice sounding stronger now.
"Your Dad loves you, boy," I whispered, swallowing the saliva right before he positioned his leaking cock head at my lips, running it all along them before teasing my tongue with entry.
His hands ran along my chest, massaging my muscle through my T-shirt. "I'm not gonna last long, sir," he said. "Too horned up."
With that, he pushed in. About 4 or 5 good inches filled my mouth as I closed my lips around his tool and sucked the beautiful prick. Carter held steady with just gentle thrusts in and out, bouncing the thick round head against my tonsils but going no further.
"I keep thinking about that first time, sir. When you leaned over and sucked me off, right there in our cruiser. I knew I was in love with you on that day. My hot cocksucking Dad."
And riding partner, I mentally added. Mentor. The experienced superior who nonetheless couldn't get enough of that young rookie dick.
Only now Carter wasn't a rookie anymore, but a real full-fledged member of the force. An outstanding cop.
He must have sensed I was ready, because Carter's cock bored deep into my throat now as his fingers massaged my neck on the outside. "That's it, Dad. Let your son in. I wanna fuck your throat so bad, sir. Please let me."
His plaintive request seemed funny to me, since the stud was now calling the shots, thrusting regularly in deep movements in and out of my esophagus as I suppressed my gag reflex. My dick was crazy hard, twitching in my shorts and dripping like mad. Carter had a way of doing that to me.
He'd always been a muscular young man, but somehow over the last year he'd developed more power in his glutes, working extra sessions on his squats, and I was feeling that strength now. Rough, hard shoves of his oversized prick doing double time in my oral passage. Eager to get off. Claiming its prize.
His fingers scraped against my erect nips poking up in my shirt, making me nearly go wild. "Fuck, gonna come, Dad. Gonna shoot so fucking hard. Gonna... oh man, oh Dad, oh AWWW!"
Like that, my stomach was getting injected with the first load of Daddy Week.
Almost as soon as he'd shot his last shot, Carter pulled out and leaned forward, giving my mouth an impetuous kiss as I heaved in air to catch my breath.
My partner laughed a little as I did my best to suck his tongue while breathing in.
"You're the best, Dad." He said. "Incredible. Let me get you off," he said reaching for my crotch.
I stopped his hands in a rough grip and with my renewing strength sat up. "Nah, son. I wanna save it. For tonight."
That made Carter grin. "All right. You up for going to that club I found?"
"You kidding? I'll take any chance to show off my son."
We kissed for a while on the bed, in a soft loving way, before deciding it was time to get some food.
I dried off my body from the shower, fluffing my body hair a little. Carter loved my fur, particularly the gray hairs coming in on my upper chest and forearms. I looked in the mirror and tried to imagine how I looked to him, what turned him on. I was 50 years old and in good shape, in part thanks to my job but mostly thanks to Carter. My younger partner spurred me on, challenged me, gave me the extra incentive to hit the gym or fit a run in, even when my joints ached or I was too tired.
I'd asked him once what he liked about my hair and without hesitation he answered, "Cause your body looks ten years younger than your age, but your gray hair lets me know you're a real Dad. I love the contrast."
Turns out Carter loved the salt-and-pepper body hair even more when I put on leather. I picked up the leather jock strap, one fitted with a cod piece, and stepped into it. The waist snapped snug around my middle, which despite my best efforts had the signs of middle-aged love handles over my muscle. My cock thankfully had softened over dinner though now in its new confines if filled out and felt tight against the leather.
This was Carter's thing too, the leather scene. He'd found out that one of the clubs had a leather and fetish night and we'd packed our gear. I was still new to it all, and not 100 percent into it. But if it turned my boy on, then it turned me on, too.
Next I slipped on the harness, a simple strapped one that framed my pecs well and showed off my salt-and-pepper fur.Then snapped on a leather arm band, on my left bicep.
When I stepped out, Carter was fully in his outfit for the evening and looked amazing. Hot young muscle, with just a dusting of fine blond body hair. He had his department-issue police uniform cap on, and his duty belt, with cuffs and nightstick. His legs spread, he wore his patent leather uniform shoes. His harness was identical to mine, only his arm band was on his right arm. He wore leather service gloves on each hand.
My cock felt unbelievable tight as I chubbed up looking at him. "I'm gonna be the proudest daddy there tonight," I growled.
Carter smiled and posed for me, hands on his belt. "Gawd Dad you look so hot."
I grinned in return, happy to hear my son's compliments and stepped into my shoes. I strapped on my belt and put the nightstick in its holster. It had taken a good deal of persuading on Carter's part to convince me to go out in public wearing our actual uniform - or any part of it. But he was a persuasive kid, and now that we were geared up, I had to admit the scene was hot. Leave it up to my junior partner and son figure to make me realize the sexual side of being a cop.
Our mouths met, mouths open, tongues wrestling. My hands felt his smooth muscle, and I felt my cock firm up, trapped in the cod piece of the jockstrap. I started to make my way down to his exposed muscle buns of his ass, but Carter stopped me.
"Nah, Dad, let's wait. I wanna go out and let everyone see how hot we look."
I nodded, secretly wishing we could just fuck then and there. But anything for my boy...
We got lots of appreciative looks and catcalls walking down the street, hand in hand. But that was nothing to the attention we got inside the club. Men swirled around us, alternately stepping aside in a little circle to make way for us and moving in, hands brushing against our bodies as we walked past. Given the week's theme there were a bunch of daddy-younger couples there, most of the son-types possessively held close by their leather daddy boyfriends. Even though I was dressed as the top and Carter the son, the dynamic was almost the other way around for us, with C holding me close and subtly showing me off like a prize possession. Talk about an ego boost. It was awesome and made me feel like the luckiest dad there, on a number of levels.
Carter likes to dance, he's more of a hip-hop bump and grind guy rather than a disco dancing guy. I'm lucky to do my white man shuffle, but I decided to let loose and sway back and forth while Carter danced up against me. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch his hard body, getting off on the feel and feeling my lust sweep back over me. I was entering the head space now where I no longer felt self-conscious about being on display. Instead, I felt horny, sexual, and attractive as fuck. I got bolder groping Carter as he bucked his bare ass against my crotch, making my dick ache and crave freedom and attention.
This all was turning Carter on, too. It's what he'd been craving the months we'd planned to come to Daddy Week. With a whirl, he turned around and placed his lips on mine, kissing roughly and sucking my tongue inside my mouth. "Let's show 'em, Dad," he huffed, reaching down to grope my cock. "Let's get up on the block and show 'em how a dad and son do it."
It was against my better judgment but I let Carter pull me up onto a go-go block, our bodies on full display to the crowd. All of the eyes of the place were on us as we ground our bodies against one another and made out. They started cheering as Carter began to explore my chest, licking the fur and sucking my nipples, his fingers tracing my muscle before he started going down lower, and lower, finally crouching down and nestling his head in my crotch as I gave mini thrusts against his face and ran my fingers through the short blonde bristle of the back of his hair.
I thought it was all a simulated show, a playful display, until Carter reached up and grabbed my jock strap. With a strong pull, he peeled the snaps of my cod piece off the strap and all of a sudden my dick surged out, straightening out from its kinked position in two seconds flat. I was horny and erect and fully displayed to Carter and all of the men in the club.
I'm pretty hung, but not porn star hung. Still, I felt like a porn star at that moment as hundreds of men yelled their approval and started chanting, "Suck him! Suck him!" or "Suck Daddy!"
Fuck, we're gonna get kicked out, I thought, but no one was coming toward us or even telling us to stop. And the crowd was now clapping and hooting, urging us on.
Carter looked up at me with an impish smile and returned his attention to the dick in front of him. He grabbed it and gave long swipes with his tongue against the length, making the pent up sexual anticipation travel through my body in visible shakes. Seeing him do this in his police cap and wearing my gear myself just added fuel to my fire and I couldn't help myself. I placed my hand on the top of his cap and steadied his head as I guided my cock into his hungry mouth.
Carter's good at sucking dick, real good, so I just let him nurse the first few inches of my rod and do his work, before pushing more in. I could tell my boy was turned on as fuck, as turned on as I was, and was feeding off the energy off the place, off our exhibitionist display. So with a hard thrust, I pushed all the rest of me in, until my nutsac pressed against his chin. I held a second, then pulled back and let him breath. Then did it again. Lewdly fucking this 25-year-old cop stud's face with my daddy cock, letting the whole world see what an amazing dickeater my boy could be when he got worked up.
I shifted my stance now, legs spread slightly, back arched back, my glutes really powering into this slow deliberate face fuck as the crowd watched and cheered. I was worried. I wanted to come so bad, since I'd denied myself relief earlier that day. But I also wanted to hold off, to be a stud with staying power.
As I was having a mental battle trying to edge myself at the plateau of pleasure without going too far, Carter pushed hard against my legs, knocking me back a few steps and dislodging my cock from his throat. He took a deep breath and gone was his smile, replaced with a dazed, lust-heavy look. He caught my gaze for a half-second before scrambling onto all fours, facing away from me, ass up, framed by the leather jock, and legs spread slightly. His nightstick rested against the floor and his utility belt rested along the small of his back, just above his strap.
If I knew Carter, he was prepared for a fuck, and seeing his doggy position I was prepared to give it to him. I sauntered up, for the effect on our audience as much as anything. With my right patent leather shoe I kicked Carter's uniform shoe to the right, spreading his leg out further. And repeated with the left side. My prick was rock hard and pointing straight up as I knelt down. I didn't penetrate my boy immediately but rather took the time to run my hand along his exposed muscle... shoulders, back, lower back and that amazing ass. I could feel Carter's brawn quiver in anticipation, nervous but also supremely sexual in this exhibition.
I grabbed the harness strap and hoisted his back up a little, eliciting a brief grunt from my boy, as I guided my cock to his hole. He'd lubed up - good boy - and I bored in with slow determination.
The crowd got a little quieter, unable to believe the sight they were seeing in front of them. I heard one voice say, "Gawd, two cops fucking. So hot." Maybe he thought we were playing characters, but looking down on Carter I realized that you can fake that look. The look of a cop. He's a true police office and carries that in his demeanor. No doubt I do too.
I sank in, sank inside of my more favorite person in the world. Even if Carter was my son only in make believe it felt more and more real each day that passed, each load we shared with one another, each kiss. I taught him everything I know about being a cop, he was teaching me about being a man. A man who loved men.
I must have shoved in the final inches a little hard, cause Carter grunted again, but he took it like a man, which just egged me on more. Roughly, I gripped that harness and started fucking. Smooth piston thrusts of my hips and butt guiding my daddy prick in and out, making up for all the delayed gratification of the afternoon. Carter was a real champ, grinding his ass back and swaying his upper body in gentle metronomic motions to match my thrusts.
I gripped the leather straps on his back harder and started fucking more furiously. "Hold still, boy!" I practically yelled. "Daddy needs a real fuck!"
That practically drove the men in the club wild and the cheers grew loud again. In my peripheral vision, I saw a well-built man in a suit, probably club security, step his way through the crowd. Was probably going to pull me off this block, off Carter.
But not before I got my rocks off, I decided. Kicking into overdrive, I just fucking went for it, fucking like made to my orgasm. It didn't surprise me that it didn't take long for me to come, worked up as I was. What surprised me was that the brutal treatment fucked a big load out of Carter, too, hands free as he braced himself on the block and let my battering ram action take him across the finish line.
I bellow out in orgasm, as my young cop partner received the brunt of a large internal cumshot, the remnants of which he'd be feeling for some time now. I eased out, sated for now, but also still turned on and worked up, and I expected the guy in the suit to yank me down now, but instead I saw him clap with the rest of the crowd, a leer of a smile on his face as he hooted and hollered with the rest of them.
My attention was drawn away as Carter grabbed my face and planted his lips on mine. We made out briefly, a quick communication of satisfaction and appreciation and love.
"Thanks, son," I growled, nuzzling my nose against his. "That was hot."
"Crazy hot, Dad," Carter answered.
We finally stepped off the block, taking a bow for the cheering audience and made our way toward the bar. I could use a drink after our heavy exertion. As we waited in line, man with the suit stepped up.
"My round, fellas," he said. "That was some show you put on up there."
"Thanks," Carter beamed. This guy was middle-aged, maybe a few years younger than me, but a good Daddy specimen. Carter wasn't exactly flirty but I could tell he liked it when daddies like this paid him attention.
"You got to be regular partners, right?" he turned to me to ask.
I placed my arm lovingly and a little possessively on Carter's bulky shoulder. "Wouldn't have it any other way," I answered and felt pleased to feel my partner's hard body buck back against mine.
"He's my Dad," Carter piped in. It felt naughty to hear him say it, but right somehow.
The man's eyebrows lifted quizzically, as if he were trying to decide if we were real father and son or that was our role play. He played it straight though. "Your daddy must be real proud of how much a man his son's become."
"You bet," I chipped in, now running my fingers in lazy circles along Carter's exposed nipples.
"You real cops?" he asked, his eyes now darting back and forth between us.
"Yep," Carter answered. "Following into Dad's footsteps on the force. Though it's gonna take a while before I'm half the cop he is."
Damnit, I could feel myself boning up again.
"Your father's quite the man," he said softly, more sexually. "I don't know if you guys are willing to put on a private show, but me and my two sons, well, we'd love to watch what you guys did just now. Only somewhere more private. I can pay well for the privilege."
"Yeah, we'd love that, right Dad?" Carter answered for us, and I squeezed his shoulders in affirmation.
"Yeah, we could do that. Though we'll need to talk about the details."
The man leaned down and whispered a very high dollar amount in my ear before leaning up. "Would that be enough?"
Part of me was pissed off he was negotiating with me and not with us both, but part of me liked the perversity of it, the fact he was treating me as the Father, in charge of such things.
"That should be enough," I replied matter of factly.
The man smiled. "Of course, if you guys let us join in, we can make it a little more."
"We'll see," I said, but feeling Carter grinding his cummy crack against my now recharged and rehardened rod made me think that was a good possibility, too.