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******* Taking Care of Dave
Things hit different in a small town. Everyone knows you. It makes it difficult to get away with anything in a place where everyone knows your business. There's no place to hide.
I'm about to tell you how my father-in-law started feeding me his cock snot, as he likes to call it. He has an amazing piece of manmeat dangling between his legs; and his cum loads are legendary. If you think that sounds like I'm crossing a line, you'd better stop reading now. It all gets worse from here on out.
Technically, the first time he drained his balls down my throat was nearly fifteen years ago. It doesn't really count though. Or I should say, it doesn't count for him; because he doesn't know it was me on the other side of the gloryhole at the adult video arcade. He didn't know then; and I still haven't told him.
You see, I was curious about other dudes from the time I started getting boners. Just curious. Checking out teammates in the locker room. A sneaky peek at the urinal. But it was a small town; and things were different all those years ago. As far as I knew back then, I was the only guy who felt like that. I'd hear jokes about homos; but that wasn't me. I was equally turned on by a juicy wet cunt. It just wasn't as easy for a schoolboy to catch a glimpse of one of those. I don't think I'd even heard the word bisexual at that point in my life. So while I secretly dreamed about dick; I focused on chasing pussy, since it was socially acceptable. I do love pussy: eating it, fingering it and slipping inside it. I was still in high school when I met Lisa, the girl who'd become my wife; and soon after, I met her dad. Let's call him Dave.
I'd been married to Lisa for a couple of years before I actually got the opportunity to suck a cock for the first time. Don't get me wrong, married life was great; but the curiosity about guys was still in the back of my mind. It happened in the next town over, about fifteen miles away. There's an adult bookstore on the edge of that town. I'd passed it a hundred times. It usually looked run down and seedy. But that particular night, as I was driving past it on my way home, I noticed that the outside of the building had been spruced up with a fresh coat of paint. A sign out front said something about their "new video booths". On impulse, I flipped a u-turn and pulled into the parking lot. I nearly chickened out. I sat in my truck trying to summon some courage. Eventually I put my ball cap on and angled down the brim; as if that would keep anyone from recognizing me. I kept my head down as I crossed the parking lot.
After I got some tokens, I went through the curtain into the back hallway and slipped into the first booth I came to. I didn't realize I could select what video I wanted. I just watched the first one that popped up. Less than three minutes had passed when I noticed the guy in the next booth was rubbing his finger along a hole in the partition between us. I froze. I was pretty sure what he was signaling; but I couldn't move. When I leaned down to look through the hole, I saw an eye looking back at me. I jumped back and sat on the bench. Maybe I wasn't ready for this.
But then as I sat there trying to summon some courage, I saw the head of a throbbing pink cock start to make its way through the gloryhole. It was already hard and leaking a steady stream of precum. I instinctively reached out and wrapped my fingers around it. Now I'd never touched another man's cock up to that point; but I'd read and watched a shitload of porn, so without thinking I leaned down to lick up the pearl of precum that was about ready to drip off the end. The taste made my dick go hard as a brick. I squatted down so I could get my entire mouth around his cock head. This dude must have been primed; because two minutes later he was blasting his load down my throat.
After that first brief encounter, I was hooked. I would see the lump in a dude's jeans and wonder what his dick looked like. I craved the taste of a stranger's nut juice. I couldn't get enough. Some times I wondered if things would've turned out differently if I'd had the balls to stick my dick through that first gloryhole when the guy signaled to me. If I had unzipped first and fed the stranger my jizz that night, maybe now I'd be addicted to getting my knob sucked, instead of being a hungry cocksucker.
At any rate, after that first time, I made it a point to stop at the bookstore whenever I had a reason to visit the neighboring town. As I learned the ins and outs of cruising for cock in the video booths, I figured out the best times to cruise. I also got pretty good at spotting which guys were looking to feed and which ones wanted fed. I started to recognize some of the regulars, too. If a guy had a nice dick, or fed me an impressive load, I would sneakily peek out the booth door afterwards to see what the guy looked like as he left. Then I'd keep an eye out for him on subsequent visits.
About three months into my new hobby, I was developing some skills. After one memorable blow job, I got the shock of my life. When I peeked out the booth door after swallowing an epic load, I saw Dave, my father-in-law, quickly making his exit from the booth next to mine. I ducked back in the booth so damn fast and locked the door. I was scared shitless. I was also harder than I'd ever been, just knowing that Lisa's dad had unloaded his nuts down my throat. I pulled out my prick and jerked off as I tried to recall every detail. Fuck me. I had just swallowed my wife's father's sperm. A blast of semen from that same cock twenty five years ago had produced the gal that I married. The old man had a nice dick, too. It wasn't huge, but it was really thick. As I thought about the big creamy load he'd fed me, I came hard; splattering the video screen in the process.
As hot as the experience had been, by the time I got back into my truck I was panicking; thinking about how screwed I'd be if he had seen me. It scared me so much, I vowed to behave myself. There was too much at stake if I were to get caught. It was crazy when you think about it. I had a wife I loved. I didn't have any feelings for the guys I sucked. I wanted to have it all.
After some time passed, I started to go back to the bookstore to get my fix of spunk; but only when I knew my father in law was working or was out of town. As bad as I wanted another batch from him, it was just too risky. However, I admit that I did fall into the habit of looking for guys like him: older, beefier guys sporting wedding rings. They always seemed eager to dump their load down a younger guys throat. On one occasion, I was sucking a big dick through the gloryhole, when the guy pulled his dick back and leaned down to the hole to whisper, "Unlock your door. I'm coming over."
It wasn't a question. I did what he asked without thinking. I was in for another shock when the booth door opened. Still on my knees, I looked up and recognized Brad. He was a good friend of both my dad and my wife's dad, about 25 years older than I was. He locked the door behind him and unbuttoned his jeans before he recognized me. He just smiled and said, "Looks like we both have a secret, Billy. You're a great cocksucker, but you'd better keep your mouth shut when I'm not using it."
Now Brad is a big guy. He's got a good sized belly on him, in addition to a broad chest and plenty of muscle. He owns a welding and blacksmith shop in our little farming town; so his body is a result of hard, physical labor. He made it clear from the beginning that he was in charge. To prove his point, when he was ready to nut, he pulled out and plastered my face with his first two volleys, before shoving his prick back down my throat to feed me the rest.
Before I knew what he was doing, I was briefly blinded by the flash of the camera on his phone. Later, he showed me the pic when we were outside in the parking lot next to his truck. Frozen in time, it showed me stroking my cock, with my face looking like a glazed donut. I told him there was no need to blackmail me, I'd be happy to service him anytime he wanted. That made him happy. He made it clear that he wasn't ever going to reciprocate. That was fine by me. So for the next several years, I kept Brad's big, bull balls drained for him. He was content with my mouth, at first; but it wasn't long before he was bending me over the pipe rack in the blacksmith shop and breeding my hairy, married ass. I continued to serve that hot, alpha fucker until he sold his shop and moved away.
Now fast forward to this past Memorial Day weekend. Like most holidays, we would spend it at the lake cabin that has been in my wife's family for a couple generations. It's rustic; but they've kept it updated and added rooms as the family has grown. It's a favorite place of mine. Mostly because Lisa and I have some of our hottest sex there. The room we always stay in is one that was originally added on when Lisa and her cousins were kids. It's on the opposite side of the cabin from the other sleeping quarters, so we have plenty of privacy and don't have to worry about being overheard. Lisa has also admitted that it turns her on when I fuck her in her childhood bedroom. We have a great sex life; but she is never as horny and uninhibited, as she is when we screw at the cabin.
The wife and I had both arranged to get off work early on Friday to get a head start on the holiday weekend. We loaded up the Suburban with groceries and our fishing gear; then swung by to pick up Lisa's folks. It would just be the four of us that first night, with the rest of the clan arriving on Saturday. It was a beautiful spring afternoon at the cabin. The first hour, Lisa and her mom tidied up inside, unpacked the food and made the beds; while Dave and I swept off the deck, and split firewood for the weekend. Our last task was getting the boat prepped and moored to the private dock at the bottom of the lawn. With our chores out of the way, we broke out the beer, grilled some burgers and then spent a relaxing night around the fire pit. When it was time for bed, we retired to our bedrooms on opposite ends of the cabin.
It was well past midnight. True to form, being back at the cabin for the first time since last fall, my sexy wife was insatiable. In fact, I was just slipping my hard-on into Lisa's wet cunt to begin our second round. Our first fuck had been fast and furious. I'd never seen her so eager to slobber on my dick. I had managed to flip around so I could lick her pussy, while she blew me and tugged on my nuts. In the horny state we were in, we had both known that I was going to dump my first load pretty quick. We also knew that I would be able to last a lot longer before delivering my second load.
The last time we were in this bedroom, I had surprised us both; when, after I'd dumped my spunk in her, I had pulled out and slid down to inspect her cunt. When I saw her beautiful pussy gaping open and dripping with my nut, I had instinctively shoved my face in there to lick her clean. And I mean every fucking drop that I could find. You might think that I would've learned to do that years ago, knowing how much I love to swallow a dude's baby batter. It had just never occurred to me until then to eat my own jizz out of my lovely wife's twat.
When she realized what I was doing, Lisa went ballistic. She was holding my head with both hands. She didn't let me up until she had orgasmed again. Then she pulled me up to kiss her, both of us savoring our combined juices. We continued to make out while I roughly fingered her. When she started squirting, I immediately went back down until my tongue and fingers got her off one more time. Ever since that night, snacking on that fresh creampie has become part of our routine.
So tonight, after we'd both had our first explosive climaxes, we cuddled while I nibbled on her hard little nipples. I was also reaching down to gently slide a couple fingers in and out of her cum filled cunt. It wasn't long before Lisa was pushing my head down to her crotch to taste the nut I'd deposited. She has always been playful when we're having sex; but there was nothing playful about the way she grabbed my hair in her fists and shoved my face into the thick load of jizz I had just planted. It was like she was possessed. I had only managed to slurp half of it out before she ordered me back into the saddle to fuck her again.
She quickly flipped around and raised her legs in the air, demanding that I give it to her hard! By the time I positioned myself between her legs, she was using three fingers to wildly frig her cunt. When she pulled them out to make room for me, they were dripping with my jizz. I rubbed the head of my cock over her swollen, creamy mound; then as I started to enter her, she slid her slimy DNA coated fingers into my mouth.
Just as I bottomed out inside her, I got the eerie feeling that I was being watched. When I looked around the room to make sure we were alone, I nearly shit myself. My father-in-law was standing in the hall and looking through the doorway. He was wearing nothing but his baggy cotton boxers. His fat cock was sticking straight out through his fly. How long had he been watching? It was his daughter I was fucking, for christ's sake!
Rather than duck out of the way, he defiantly stood his ground. He held an upright finger to his lips, signaling me to keep quiet. I don't know what came over me. Maybe because I had an audience, or maybe because Lisa was unaware her dad was watching her get her swollen cunt plowed; whatever the reason, I started pounding her like a maniac. Rather than hold her too tight while I rammed into her, I used the impact from each thrust to move her across the bed so she wouldn't be able to see over to the doorway if she looked up. Then I quickly flipped her over onto her hands and knees and pushed her face down against the mattress.
I looked over at Dave. He must have realized that I had shifted Lisa so that he could continue watching us. Still stroking, he gave me a thumbs up with his free hand as he moved further into the room. I shoved the full length of my prick back in her cunt, leaning back a bit to give my father-in-law a better view of the penetration. My dick isn't as thick as Dave's; but it looked fat as fuck, sliding in and out of his daughter's pussy. I slowed down so he could see her cunt lips grip me each time I pulled back. Then I opened my mouth and drooled out a string of spit that landed on her exposed asshole. I used my thumb to rub around her pucker (another of Lisa's favorites), then shoved my thumb right up her ass.
Playing with Lisa's butthole as I fuck her never fails to get a moan out of her; but tonight she was so worked up that she started squealing and pushing back onto it. Dave had moved right up next to me, transfixed by the sight of his daughter's ass as it blossomed open. I spit again, before pulling my cock free from her cunt; and began rubbing the head around her shithole. Dave was jerking faster now. As I started to squeeze the head my hard-on into Lisa's hungry ass, Dave put a hand on my shoulder to steady himself; then he let loose with an epic blast of thick cum that hit the exposed part of my cock and ran down to pool around her breached hole.
He aimed the following spurts onto my belly and pubes; then caught his breath as I sunk my prick balls deep in her ass, thanks to the lube her father provided. Lisa started to shake and wail as her orgasm flooded over her. While she continued coming, Dave took advantage of the distraction and slipped quietly out of the room; but not before wiping the head of his dripping cock on my hip and giving me a pat on the ass.
I confess that I would've preferred that he was still watching; but I knew I wasn't going to last long in her tight ass. I laid my weight on her back so I could kiss her neck, while reaching under her to grab at her boobs. I was tempted to tell her that her father had been watching us; but I was worried about her reaction. One thing was clear in my mind; I definitely wanted to repeat what had just happened, whether Lisa was aware or not. Then, just thinking about Dave's hand on my hairy ass, I blew my load. It felt like my orgasm was never going to stop.
After a little post-fuck cuddling and a quick cleanup, Lisa quickly dropped off to sleep. I had so many thoughts swirling around in my head, it took me longer; but eventually I drifted off with my hard cock nestled in the crack of her ass. We had planned to take the boat out on the lake early in the morning to see if the fish were biting. So I definitely needed to get a couple hours of sleep.
Way too early the next morning, I was roused from my sleep by Dave ringing the dinner bell from the cabin's kitchen and hollering that it was fishing time. I could smell bacon cooking and fresh coffee brewing. When I leaned over to give Lisa a kiss, she let me know she was going back to sleep. She said she was getting too old to fuck all night and then get up at the crack of dawn to fish. She told me that last night was amazing; but that she had had to get up in the night and go to the bathroom because her ass was leaking. She said she never would've believed all that cum could have been from just one guy. I didn't think it was the best time to tell her it had been a group effort.
I found Dave waiting out on the dock with a cup of coffee, having a cigarette. He seemed extra chipper. He had wrapped up a couple of bacon and egg sandwiches in some foil; and had a big thermos of coffee ready to go. I asked him when he started smoking again. He said he'd snuck one from the pack in my jacket hanging in the hallway.
"I hope you don't mind; but after last night I figured you don't mind sharing."
He smiled and gave me a wink as he said it.
Now when I first woke up, I had wondered if things were going to be uncomfortable between us today. But fuckin' hell, I wasn't the one who snuck up on him. We had obviously both enjoyed what happened. I was actually glad to hear that he was willing to joke about it. I was a little worried that he might blame it on the beer, or try and pretend it didn't happen. As it turns out, my mother-in-law had gone back to sleep this morning, too; just like her daughter. It was only going to be me and Dave out on the lake.
We didn't bring up last night again, until we had found a good fishing spot, dropped the anchor and cast our lines into the water. The lake was calm; and we were the only ones in a secluded bay. I lit a smoke and looked over to see Dave intently watching me. When I passed him the pack, he lit one up; then dropped one of his meaty hands down to the crotch of his cargo shorts. It looked like he was well on his way to getting hard.
"Goddamn, son! I wish my wife was just half as eager for sex, as our daughter seems to be. I hope you didn't say anything about me watching last night."
"Not a word. It's a lot to unpack, Dave. I'm still surprised how turned on I got, putting on that little show for ya. Never had anyone watch me laying pipe before!"
"I've always liked you, Bill. You've been a good son-in-law. But I have a newfound respect for you after seeing you in action. Christ! I'm still picturing you working that big dick into that tiny little butthole. It's something her mother and I have never tried; but it isn't because I haven't asked!"
"So I'm curious, Dave. Is that the first time you've spied on us? I'm not mad. Like I said, I enjoyed everything about it!"
"I swear that was the first time, Billy. I came to your room last night hoping to catch you awake. I just wasn't expecting what I saw. But the truth is, I was watching you kids go at it for quite a while before you noticed me. I've gotta say, you did some things that really blew my mind."
I hurriedly played back everything in my head. If he had been observing us for very long, he must have seen us finish the first fuck, then watched me eat my spunk load out of his squealing daughter. I suppose I should be embarrassed, but he obviously want repulsed by it. Quite the opposite, it seems.
"You're probably referring to me lapping up my own cum out of her freshly fucked pussy? So you got off on that, huh? We haven't been doing that for long, but Lisa fucking loves it now!"
"Fuck! Did she ever! It made sense, in a way, that you'd be into that. You see, the reason I came downstairs to find you, I.... Well, I saw my old buddy, Brad, the other day. You remember Brad. He's thinking about moving back to town. The guy he sold his blacksmith shop to is behind on the payments. Brad might have to run it himself, until he can find another buyer."
"Sure, Dave. I remember Brad."
"I'll bet you do! After way too many beers the other night, Brad told me how much he's missed having you around to take care of that big dick of his. When he realized what he'd said, he tried to backpedal; but it was too late. Billy, he broke down and told me everything. He said he hadn't had to jack off for years, thanks to you! He said every load his bull balls churned out that didn't go into a willing pussy went straight down your throat or up your hairy ass!"
I didn't know what to say. Everything he said was true; I just didn't know how much Brad had told him. I don't mind if Brad told him about the things that he and I got up to; but I had also told Brad about that time I had sucked Dave's dick through the glory hole. Brad thought it was hot as fuck to picture me blowing my own father-in-law, but he had promised he wouldn't rat me out to Dave. Then again, I never thought Brad would drunkenly brag about using my mouth and ass as his own personal cum dump.
Dave let his cigarette hang from his lip; then using both hands, he unzips his cargo shorts and pushes them down along with his white Fruit of the Looms. He is hard as a rock. When I look up at his face, he's smiling and watching for my reaction. I rub myself through my shorts, curious about how this is going to play out? Dave slowly starts to stroke his cock, his enormous balls lifting up on each upstroke.
"So are you going to help me out, son? The best blow jobs I've ever had have been from dudes. Now that I know you're a cocksucker, I figure this could be a win for both of us. Come on, geton your knees, Billy. If Brad's assessment of you skills was right, you're going to be gargling my first load in a matter of minutes. I'm so fucking horny, I should be good for a couple more nuts before we have to head back to shore."
I didn't need to be talked into it. I've been waiting for a second shot at my father-in-law's fat prick since that first time I sucked it at the glory hole. This is so much better; being able to see him, rather than just nursing on a disembodied cock through the hole in a partition. On my knees between his legs, I bury my nose in his thick graying pubes and take a good whiff. I'm surprised to discover he must've showered already this morning; but under the smell of soap is the scent of a real man. I push his shirt up over the mound of his furry belly. Then I look him in the eye as I start to lick the end of his cut knob.
"Fucking hell, son! You do have a nice touch. Before you go any further, how about licking these hairy balls for me? Brad told me how good you were at worshipping his balls. Show me how bad you want it!"
There's no goddamn way I can fit both of Dave's bull balls in my mouth at once. So one at a time, I show them the attention they deserve. My own dick is trying to bust out of my shorts; but it can wait until I get his first load out of the way. Once I have his nuts and pubes wet with my saliva. I slide one hand up under his shirt and tease his nipple as I stretch my mouth wide and engulf his cock.
If he really is good for a couple more loads after I get this one down my throat, I start thinking about the logistics of getting my ass fucked in this little boat. Still sucking, I loosen my shorts, reach down between my legs and rub my fingers around my hole. I haven't had a dick in there since Brad sold his shop and moved away. Can I handle Dave's fat meat without lube?
When I feel him tense up and bring both hands down to firmly hold my head in place, I know he's going to blast soon. I decide to fight my natural urge to swallow, thinking I can spit his load into the palm of my hand and use it to grease up my hole. He tightens his grip on my head and his legs start to shake. I nearly nut in my shorts when he leans down close to my ear and growls.
"Get ready to swallow my cock snot, Billy. I threw a jar of vaseline in the tackle box this morning. My second load is going up your hairy ass!"
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