Declan's Vail Weekend Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit descriptions of sex between men. There is no incest in this one, but plenty of dad-son themed talk. Despite a real person mentioned here, this story is complete fiction.
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DECLAN'S VAIL WEEKEND
"Make yourself comfortable, Declan," the 48-year-old said as he turned on the lights of the modestly sized but well-appointed mountain home.
Declan Miles had a good sense this guy was well-off, but as he looked around the place it was clear this two-bedroom Vail pad was crazy expensive. A part of him had hesitated when USC, as part of their hard-press courtship of the Boise State defensive end, had put the player in touch with one of their alums just as the 2018 season ended.
"We call em our Trojan ambassadors," Coach Helton explained over FaceTime. "We figured you might want to hear about what USC is all about from someone outside the team."
The D-line jock might not be the brightest kid in the classroom, but he had a good idea this was USC's way of skirting some NCAA rules. He half objected when Mr. Fuller invited him for this weekend in Vail, but the man just brushed off his concerns. "It's my own place, so I'm not paying anything for it. It's all kosher, Declan," he assured the young man.
Declan knew better, and at the very least there was the cost of the flights, but as he looked out the big plate glass window over the town and mountains and snow, he didn't care. Every bit of awkwardness of accepting Mr. Fuller's invitation disappeared in his awe at the view.
He felt a hand clasp his meaty shoulder. Craig Fuller wasn't as big as Declan's 245 pounds, but the man was a fit ex-water polo player and an inch taller than the jock's 6'3".
"That's the view that sold me on the place," he said, giving Declan's trap a gentle squeeze before relinquishing the grip. "You ski?"
The player looked at the man, who was almost movie-star handsome and had some gray mixing in with the dirty blond hair kept corporate-exec medium-short. "No, Mr. Fuller," he replied. Even if he was from Idaho, he was from the foothills and his family wasn't the sort to ski in the winter. "But I've snowboarded with my buddies some."
The man smiled. "Please, Declan, it's 'Craig.' I get enough 'Mr. Fuller' in the boardroom." The man stepped back but didn't take his eyes off the athlete as he casually undid the buttons of his button-down shirt. Declan could see the matching silvery-blond fur on the man's pecs as he untucked the tails. "We can hit the slopes first thing tomorrow... in the meantime, whaddya say we fire up the hot tub? I swear there's nothing better than that hot water in the cool mountain air."
Declan dumbly nodded. After the flight, a soak in the hot tub did sound nice. Besides, it was clear Mr Fuller - Craig - wanted to show off his luxury retreat.
The exec gave the jock a sly wink and went to pick up Declan's bag. "Here, I'll show you to your room," he said. "Make yourself at home while I get the tub going."
Declan followed. He didn't want to be under the spell of this rich guy, but he had to admit the guest bedroom was nicer than any place he'd been. Simple but luxurious. Craig set the bag down on a cushioned bench and turned to the jock with a friendly, paternal face.
"I sometimes take a quick rinse in the shower before getting in the tub," the man said, a statement that was clearly a request. "You should have everything you need," he nodded down to fluffy towels folded on the mid-century modern desk.
As Craig went off to get everything ready, Declan hit the shower. The warm water did feel great after a long day, and he looked forward even more to the hot tub. But when he got out he nervously realized he didn't pack swim trunks or anything. He figured the mesh football practice shorts he packed would do, so back in the guest room he slipped them on over his creamy-white naked, beefy bod.
The jock took a second to look at his reflection in the full-length mirror. He had some post-season heft around his midsection but otherwise was solid with what the last few years of bulking had done to his 19-year-old frame. Boulder sized shoulders, strong round pecs framed by his thin gold necklace, powerful legs.... Declan didn't like to be conceited but he was entering his prime as a player and he knew why USC wasn't the only school gunning for him ever since he put his name on the transfer portal for the 2019 season.
He took a minute to call home: "Yeah, Dad, it's great here... nah, he's just a regular dude, though a little richer than most guys.... he says he's gonna arrange for some ski lessons if I want... no, sir, just the bunny slopes, definitely don't want an injury... no, I know Dad... all right, good night, sir."
After he hung up, Declan realized his parents were suspicious about the whole set up. Declan knew he should be, too, but his instinct told him it was gonna be a blast of a weekend. Maybe if he made it to the pros he'd have lots of high-flying experiences like this. But for now, he just relished being out of Idaho, away from Boise and his remote, tiny hometown.
The jock slipped on his flip flops and padded down the hall and to the back balcony, where Craig stood, a towel wrapped around his waist, dipping his hand in the water to check the temperature. The man's body was fit and muscular. Not beefy like Declans but in-shape and almost sculpted, with just a hint of love-handles clinging to the abdomen. And along the belly and forearms, more of that blond fur to match his chest hair.
"Hey," Craig grinned as he looked up. "It's ready. Might seem too hot at first but with the cool air outside you can always sit on the ledge if it gets too much." And like that, the man dropped his towel and stepped on the step to climb in.
It hadn't occurred to Declan they'd be nude in the tub, but it was just the two guys and he figured there was no reason to be shy. Mr. Fuller sure wasn't... his genitals hanging heavy from the blond bush, whose hairiness formed a contrast with a mostly smooth meaty round ass a shade paler than his light California tan.
Declan slipped down his shorts and got an ego boost from Craig's approving glance at the size and heft of his soft dong, just before the jock sank into the bubbles.
"Fuck, that's nice," Declan sighed. Then he looked at Craig. "Sorry for the language, sir."
Craig chuckled. "I said make yourself at home, Declan. I meant it." His blue eyes twinkled and in the dim light Declan could make out the slight wrinkles and pores that made the man's youthful handsomeness look closer to his age. "And fuck, it is nice," the man added playfully.
Declan laughed. They made some small talk before Craig cleared the air.
"Listen, son, I'm not gonna give you the whole song-and-dance about why you should come to USC. I figure you have a half dozen coaches already doing that. This weekend's about relaxing and having fun... if that sounds OK to you."
Declan nodded. "Oh yeah. Definitely more fun than the foothills I'm used to," the jock said as he spread out wide in the water, his necklace hangin a little taut over the broad smooth chest.
Craig grinned and for the first time Declan picked up on the distinct vibe. He was used to the attention he would get from mothers at the football association events, not to mention sorority girls at Boise State. But Mr. Fuller was looking at him with the same knowing intensity, only a more masculine version. Declan couldn't help it. He started chubbing up beneath the bubbles.
"I like to get up here without the wife and kids sometimes," Craig said. And with impeccable timing the man's ankle brushed against Declan's calf. A quick nudge, plausible in its deniability. but it made the jock's prick firm up to complete erection.
Declan blushed, his pale cheeks growing pink, but that could have been the hot water, too.
"You treat all the jocks like this, bud?" he asked in a teasing manner, taking the liberty to address Craig as a friend and equal.
"Just the real talent, son," Craig assured him.
The defensive footballer was getting real turned on from the intimacy of being in the hot tub with this man, and the heavier eye contact. His eyes took in Craig's handsomeness and the strong knotted arms and shoulders and the way that chest fur was matted down from the water. Declan couldn't recall ever meeting a water polo player, or ex-water polo player, but he decided then and there it was his favorite type.
The man's toe brushed against his calf again, and this time Declan pressed back, openly rubbing the man's shin with his leg. That brought a big smile to the alum's face. And now the guy's toe was traveling up Declan's meaty leg, sending shock waves to his young hard cock.
The jock had a few experiences with men under his belt but they'd been fumbling, secretive encounters. This... this was something else. Open, flirty, playful. It turned Declan on and thrilled him. His eyes locked on Craig's as he spread his legs wide and let the man's foot trace the inside of his lightly hairy thigh.
"Oh fuck," the defensive end let out, his cock rock hard beneath the water.
Craig's smile had gone replaced with a more determined, lusty look. "You like this, son?" he asked. A little concern to give Declan an out if he wanted, in case he was pushing too far.
Declan nodded, "God yeah," he chuckled nervously, then felt the man's toe nudge his heavy ballsac then trace up the base of his hard stalk.
The man's voice was smooth and mellow now, a sexy masculine tenor. "Come on, Declan. Sit up on the ledge... let me take care of this for you."
Declan was putting two and two together and realizing what this weekend was all about. Sexual bribery if Declan was into that sort of thing. Turns out, he was A-OK with it. The young football bull hoisted himself out of the water, drops slipping down his beef before the cool air made his nipples firm up. As he sat on the ledge, his legs spread to showcase the prime 8.5 inch teen dong, thick as a Red Bull can. It hung heavy over the water, his low hangers bouncing just about the ripple of the hot tub.
Craig's eyes went wide at seeing the jock's endowment, but he reacted with understatement. "That's a beaut, son," he said, gliding through the bubbling water to edge toward the sexy-shy Bull. With an excited gaze, the man reached out to wrap his fingers around the girth. Barely able to take his eyes off that massive prick, he looked up. "Just tell me how you like it, buddy... if you want me to go faster, or slower," he said. And like that, the water polo dad took the round head between his lips.
Declan let out a low moan when Craig sucked the mushroom head into his mouth. "Fuck, that's it... yes..." he breathed out, holding steady as dick leaked a heavy stream of precum, right as the daddy hollowed out his cheeks and sucked down.
The jock was in awe. This wasn't some co-ed blowjob, this was years of honed skill at work. And that knowledge fed Declan's primal ego.
"Nice and easy, daddy..." he said before stopping nervously, wondering if he'd gone too far.
Craig sensed his hesitation and pulled off, feeling that rigid fullness in his fingers. "It's OK, stud... you can go there if you want. It's your big weekend, buddy." And like that he resumed sucking, taking even a couple more inches with each mouth stroke.
"Fuck yes, Dad," Declan grunted, succumbing to the incest fantasy. "Work my hard son cock... Work for it, sir."
He was realizing the Trojans had sent a grade-A daddy stud with some pro skills. Particularly once Craig shifted the angle some and those remaining fat inches sank right in, to lodge in that tight DILF throat.
Declan's eyes went wide and his big chest puffed in excitement. No one had ever deep throated his monster dong. Not even close. And here was this corporate exec making a show of his sword-swallowing ability. That visual was almost as hot as the constriction of the man's gullet clenching against his girth.
Declan couldn't help it. Instinctively, his hand clamped down on the back of Craig's head and he thrust repeatedly, feeling the throat work around the shaft. "Fuck YES, that's it, man. All the way down, Dad... so fucking good for your jock."
Craig has to admit it was on the cusp of too much dong to take. This fucker was FAT and hard as well as long. And it was being force fed, in a not-gentle manner. Shy, sweet Declan had somehow taken back stage to this natural jock aggression. Tears streamed down Craig's cheeks as he strained to open his jaw and fight the gag reflex. But he knew his mission and knew he was lucky to get a weekend with a jock hung like this.
Pretty soon, the middle-aged stud got in a zone and a groove with the face fuck. He started enjoying that stuffed feeling in his throat, even, when Declan pulled his cock out fully, letting it pop out of the daddy's mouth. Declan grinned down at the DILF, and used a fat thumb to wipe away the tears. "Not too much for you, bud?" A little bashful now, but flushed and clearly loving it.
Craig looked up and caught his breath before flashing the Bull a game smile. "Your special weekend, son... tell your Dad how you wanna run the play." The man leaned in with a lewd swipe of the tongue along the heavy shaft. "I can take it, buddy."
While Craig fisted the oversized shaft, Declan smirked even wider now and pushed two fingers into the man's mouth, testing the give of his lips and the way Craig's tongue worked around the calloused fingers. "You're gonna be so good to me, aren't you, Dad?"
Craig got a glint in his eye and nodded. As Declan's fingers pull out he teased. "Just want you to give USC your due consideration, stud," he winked.
"Is that right?" Declan grinned. The jock could almost imagine the "Sex for Play Scandal Rocks USC" headline, given the rules Craig was breaking for the both of them. But it was just the two of them, in the privacy of this mountain cabin, and it turned him on that this 6'4" ex-jock was fucking his to use. For the weekend probably. At least for right now. With a surge of horniness, he angled his steely erection down and pushed past the man's wet eager lips.
He heard Craig's hungry grunt. Then a soft choke as that throat got used to Declan's size once more. The jock's thick fingers massaged the short blond-silver hair on the sides of Craig's head as he pumped in and out, working back to the full deep throating the two had achieved earlier. As worked up as the jock was, he was cautious at first, watching the alum to make sure he was OK, that Craig actually could take it.
Then something clicked in the older man and it was open sesame. And Declan was fucking on the perfect combo of tight wetness and openness. It all felt so good. Incredible even, and the defensive-line jock just wanted more of those sensations. Holding on tighter he fucked Craig's face faster, deep pumps of that 8.5 inch dong that made his heavy nuts slap against Craig's chin.
The man moaned, but the strong hands massaging Declan's thighs told the jock they were moans of sexual excitement. The jock's hips pumped faster, his glutes clenching in time. He was cumming now, hard.
"Holy shit!" he cried, leaning his head back and shoving all the way in as his balls felt like they were turning inside out to unload his heavy jock wad, delivering it right to Craig Fuller's belly.
Declan rode that nut and savored it. He'd NEVER had an orgasm that intense, and half it was the psychological dimension of the hard changing sex. But after taking a couple seconds to enjoy the aftershocks, his fingers massaging Craig's hair softly, he realized the poor man probably needed some air and a well-deserved break.
Quickly, but not too quickly, he extracted his spent dick, feeling the slurp of Craig's mouth as the man sucked down the excess saliva, and with it some cum dribbles from the tip of Declan's stalk.
"Fuck son," Craig said as he caught his breath. "I think you needed that."
You have no idea, Declan almost answered. But instead he sank down into the water again and kissed the hunky, handsome man. It was his first kiss with another man, and it felt right. The move surprised Craig, for sure, but he quickly melted into it, feeling Declan's signature approach of soft and overly eager. It worked for the dad, no doubt.
"No way am I gonna be able to get in a hot tub without throwing hard from now on," Declan joked as they broke their kiss.
Craig had a thrilled expression on his face, like he was the newbie 19-year-old and Declan was the old pro at dude sex. Reaching down he wrapped his hand around that Bull cock, feeling it still rock hard. "You think you got another in you tonight, kiddo?"
Declan was now taking the opportunity to feel up his host's hunky, fit body. "Damn, Craig... you have no idea."
It wasn't too early when Craig Fuller slipped out from the sheets, but it was winter dark out. He could hear Declan softly sleeping in the queen bed as Craig padded softly toward the master bathroom to rinse off the previous night's sex.
God, that Miles kid could fuck, the married man thought with a shudder as he relived the previous evening in his head. He'd met jocks not interested in sex with other men. And he'd met young studs who could be coaxed into getting some no-recip head. Craig had even occasionally hit the jackpot with a real player in the bedroom, often a water-polo prospect who loved man-on-man sex.
But he'd never encountered anyone quite like Declan... a shy newbie who was so game for everything. The corporate exec had walked the defensive end through giving his first rim job and fucking his first ass. The kid was a natural, feeding off the excitement and the casual roleplay and getting off when Craig teasingly called Declan his Young Bull.
Craig now stepped under the shower spray and soaped up. Reaching back between his smooth buns, he felt the tender, raw hole that was now stretched more than a little. He'd actually almost backed down when he first saw Declan's huge wang, but now he was glad he rose to the challenge. After the discomfort and struggle, that girth had powered Craig Fuller to two toe-curling cums last night. And in the process Declan had shot a couple of football-jock-sized loads up his guts.
As his fingers massaged soap around the pucker, some of that semen spilled out and landed with loud plops onto the shower tile.
"Jesus," Craig gasped, feeling impressed and more than a little slutty. Maybe Declan would want to stay inside all day rather than go skiing. "You're out of control, old boy," he laughed out loud, to no one but himself. Giving one final rinse he turned off the shower and stepped out into an oversized fluffy towel.
He was quiet as he could be as he turned out the bathroom light and stepped back into the master bedroom. Craig slipped on some briefs and made his way out, leaving the door ajar behind him. He fired up the coffee maker and picked his phone off the counter. A voicemail from his wife awaited, but he'd return that later. And a couple of texts from Clay Helton wondering how it was going.
"Pretty good Coach," he typed. "Let's just say if he signs some guys are gonna be VERY happy with his stats."
He set down the phone with a grin and padded back to the bedroom. Peeking in, he saw Declan stir with the morning dawn that seemed amplified by the snow cover outside.
"Hey," the jock greeted in his deep morning voice.
"Hey," Craig said. "Not sure if you drink coffee or how you take it," he offered.
"Cream, no sugar," the stud grunted, not fully awake.
"Coming right up, buddy."
When he returned with two mugs, Declan was sitting up in bed, his magnificent, strong chest on full display, unconcerned with the cooler air in the cabin. "You're the best, man," he said, with the chipperness of the previous evening now returning.
He took the mug from Craig and tossed out a compliment. "God you're so fucking hot. I almost thought last night was a dream."
"I take it you're OK with everything that happened," the man said, half flirting but also cautiously checking in. If Declan freaked out the next morning, he wouldn't be the first prospect to do so.
The jock took a sip of coffee then slid down the covers to show off that massive tool, rigid and lying against his lightly hairy belly. Like last night, those fat testicles dangled beneath the fat stalk.
"What do you think?" he laughed.
Craig lay in a position to match Declan's, only his full body was on top of the sheets. "I think it's insane you're hard like that after last night."
The defensive end shrugged. "Always wake up with morning wood."
"Can I help with that?" Craig grinned.
"Fuck yeah, Daddy," the athlete grunted, kicking down the sheets and spreading his meaty legs.
The business dad set down his mug and leaned over to start licking that amazing cock. Impossibly it seemed even bigger than the night before and just as rigid.
"Fuckin' A, buddy... suck that big Bull dick," Declan growled, tossing back the sex talk Craig had used on him the night before. "Jesus, you're a hot fucking cocksucker."
Even with the dom talk, there was a playfulness to Declan's love of sex that excited Craig. He worked more of those fat inches deeper into his throat, working up and down with clear skill.
"Aw... FUCK!" Declan hissed and his fingers now ran through the cocksucker's hair. Not face fucking like last night but savoring the man's ability. Letting Daddy do the work. He could feel his nuts twitch as Craig bobbed up and down all eight and a half girthy inches. If he kept that up, Declan would cum and son.
Craig was so into his efforts and his deep throating success that he at first didn't realize the signal to pull off. But now Declan was lifting his head off his lap. That beautiful dong was rock hard and covered in spit, inches away from his face and shining in the morning light. Craig would say Declan was like a porn star, but at that moment he was more. A young God of a Bull. Horny and in need.
"We didn't do doggy last night," the jock said simply. Round one had been missionary, the second one had Craig riding Declan cowboy.
Craig looked up. The Idaho stud was so cute, almost angelic with his bed head and his big body. "Just go easy, buddy," the man said. "Please."
"You got it," the jock hissed. He'd watched a lot of porn before and loved the primal nature of a man fucking another man from behind. He wanted to try that with Craig. Excitedly, he watched the ex-water polo player position his tall hunky body on all fours, and the position made the surprisingly smooth ass cheeks seem more impressively strong and round. Declan got behind and crouched down.
"Aw yeah, eat my ass, buddy..." Craig sighed as he felt Declan's tongue root around. It was like the hesitation of last night was gone, as the jock munched hole like a starved man. "Make your Dad want it..."
Declan slapped both round buns at the same time and started tongue fucking Craig's relaxed pucker. In all the rim job lasted maybe five minuted, but to both men it felt like an exquisite stopping of time.
Until the executive felt the cool air on his wet pucker and then a rough application of lube by Declan's thick calloused fingers. The application was without finesse, but Craig was horny now and enjoyed the rough probing, almost jabs, before the digits withdrew and he felt that huge blunt instrument press against his entrance.
"Coming in, Dad," Declan announced. "Slow.... there you go... open up, buddy..." The entry stung for sure, but after the initial breach, the penetration went far easier than the previous ones for Craig. The jock's hands were now massaging along the older man's back as more thick meat pressed in, up until a tight spot four inches in. "Come on, Fuller... I fucked you twice last night... you can do this bud..."
Craig bit his lip and willed himself to relax. It didn't work, the more he thought about it the more his bowels clenched and tried to repel the oversized invader.
Until they didn't. Somehow, suddenly, the man's ass flowered open for Declan, who sank balls deep.
"Oh fuck, man, that's hot," the jock enthused as he took a second to feel the sensations of bottoming out. "I love fucking you, Dad..."
The first thrusts were gentle and slow, even if Declan's grip on Craig's waist was firm, to the point of being tight. See sawing that shaft in and out, and gently pressing against the man's prostate in the process.
"Fuck me, son," Craig urged in response. "Show me what you got."
Declan puffed his chest out and felt the strength of the sex hormones pump through his arms. "Careful what you wish for, sir." He pulled out and jabbed in with a hard thrust.
"Fuck yeah," Craig growled in attempt to keep the sensations on the pleasurable side of the dividing line. Then came another shove. "Fuck me you goddamn Bull," he said, excited he was taking this massive cock.
That was all Declan needed. He threw his whole body into fucking Craig Fuller. Ass, legs, arms, core... everything to give deep rhythmic strokes in and out of the man's guts. He was living out the hottest porn fuck he'd ever watched and then some. And once Craig bucked his ass back, even a little, it was all the jock needed to go wild. Kicking apart the DILF's legs, he nailed the middle aged hunk flat to the mattress and just FUCKED.
The last night he'd tried to follow Craig's lead and had been eager to get the older man off, too. Now, he was gonna cum and every thought in his head had vanished next to that pure animal need. The two men were bouncing up and down on the mattress, Declan was nailing him so hard.
Then the jock felt himself orgasm, the tightness of Craig's ass now a little slicker with his seed. He slowed his thrusts but still rode out his cum. Then he collapsed, satisfied on the man's sinewed back.
"Tell me you liked that, too," the jock finally asked with concern as his 245 pounds of football beef rolled off Craig's tall body, the sticky slick dong slipping out from between those daddy buns. Casually, affectionally Declan ran his hand up the man's hamstrings and over the smooth melon-shaped ass cheek.
Craig nodded as he twisted his upper body so he could face his jock fucker. "God help me I did." He looked down at the sheets and realized he hadn't in fact cum yet. But he'd been so close, before Declan nearly fucked him unconscious. "I guess you like it a little rough, huh, buddy?"
Declan scooted his big bulk up to sit against the headboard again. His dick not going down completely, he relished the way this man twice his age looked lovingly at it. "Yeah, I guess I do. Don't get the chance to go wild like that normally." He got a sheepish look that had an impish quality just behind. "And you said I was calling the plays this weekend," he reminded Craig.
Declan returned to Boise drained. He hadn't even been able to come with that last blowjob before Craig drove him to the Vail airport, but neither men cared. It was the attempt that thrilled them both.
"Feel free to drop me a line, stud... anytime," Craig had instructed him with a pat on the leg as he dropped him off.
The defensive end was on cloud nine the whole flight back. Imagining his future playing career at USC come 2019, imagining what he'd look like in a red and gold Trojan uniform, looking forward to the warm California weather. Anticipating hooking up with Craig Fuller again. Declan would contact Clay Helton on Monday and sign the papers.
Only as the plane taxied and Declan turned on his phone there was a voicemail from a number he didn't recognize.
"Declan! This is Coach Cristobal from Oregon. We're really impressed with what you have to offer and would love to talk more. I have some business down in Hawaii next week and was wondering if you wanted to join me. You know, talk about Oregon Football and if it would be a good fit for you. Anyway, give me a call back when you get this message." The Coach then left his number. "Hope to hear from you buddy."
Declan grinned and leaned back in the roomy business class seat. As he spread his legs, he felt that meat firm up in his jeans.