Spring Cleaning (mm) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
The following contains graphic depictions of men having sex with men. If such material offends you or is inappropriate for your age, do not read further. Otherwise, enjoy. Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com.
Ch. 1: "Spring Cleaning"
It was the summer before college and I had the biggest hots for Craig. We were both on our high school football team, Craig the quarterback, me the half-back. I don't know how many afternoons I spent silently admiring his body, while we worked out or just sat around in front of the television. His physique was all around flawless, built almost like a grown man's, with strong pecs, smooth abs, tapered thighs, knotty calves. But the most amazing feature were his arms. Craig had unbelievably large biceps. I worked out my arms extra every day in a vain attempt to catch up to his fabulous size. And in my spare time, I'd jack off thinking about his hard muscles or fantasizing about him fucking some girl. It didn't make it any easier that Craig actually was a horny guy who got around to screwing half of the girls in school.
Anyway, my story begins one June weekend, when Craig and I are scheduled to go riding. I show up at his house Saturday morning as planned and ring his bell. No answer. I ring again and call out his name. It's silent a moment, so I'm about to leave, when I hear, "Hello?" I follow the voice around to the garage, where I see Craig's father.
"Hey Mr. Burke."
"Hello, Mark, how are you?"
"Fine. I'm supposed to go riding with Craig. Is he here?"
Mr. Burke shook his head, "No, Mark, he's still not back from last night. I guess he got lucky." I guess I looked stunned at his bluntness, because Mr. Burke just chuckled and said, "Sorry if I gave you any bad news. I just figure you guys are old enough now that I can be frank with you."
"Oh, uh, sure, but I'm just surprised you don't care, I mean, my dad would freak out..."
"Ah, I let Craig lead his own life. I don't mess with his business and he doesn't mess with mine."
I laughed a bit and said, "Like you..." only I stopped because I realized I was saying the wrong thing.
"What? Like I have any naughty business, you mean? How would you know?"
I stammered. "Uh...I wouldn't really. I'm sorry, Mr. Burke, I didn't mean anything."
Mr. Burke just smiled at me. "Don't worry about it, Mark, I'm just kidding you. And call me David."
"Sure," I said, "say, do you think I should wait around for Craig?"
"Don't know, you're welcome to make yourself at home. I'm just doing a little spring cleaning in the garage."
"I'll be glad to help," I offered, and followed Mr. Burke to the garage.
I had always gotten along well with Craig's father, who seemed more of a father figure than my own father did. Not that I don't like my father or get along with him. Mr. Mike Williams was in many ways just as much the ideal father as Mr. Burke -- a successful businessman, but with a good sense of humor and a youthful spirit. It's just that it was Mr. Burke was much more laid-back and was always willing to spend time with Craig and his friends. Friends were almost family at the Burkes'.
We talk for a while. I sit on a bench, while Mr. Burke reorganizes the boxes in storage. "Mark, you're a little taller than I am. Could you help me put this crate on the high shelf?"
I say sure, and procede to climb the step ladder in order to reach the upper shelf. Craig's father steadies me on the ladder, grabbing both sides of my waist. "I can't quite reach it, Mr. Burke. I almost have it, but..."
"Here, step on the top step. I'll steady you."
I'm in a precarious balance on the aluminum stepladder, but I trust Mr. Burke, so I step up another step. Just then, Mr. Burke steps forward and with full strength, puts his muscled arms around my waist and holds me in place. I can feel the man's firm pecs pressed against my ass, and the man's arms rubbing against my crotch. I balance the crate on the shelf and want to get down, as I'm feeling my dick start to give a rise.
"There, I got it."
I step down, and Mr. Burke again steadies me, this time by putting both hands on my ass. I'm confused but feeling horny at the same time. In a brief second a thousand fantasies involving Craig's father flash in my head, and they're checked only by the fear that my aroused state will show through my shorts. After all, I think, the man only helped me down.
When I turn around, however, I find myself face to face with Mr. Burke, whose gaze seems to penetrate into my eyes. My dick throbs and my breath stops short. A charge of energy surges between us, only centimeters apart from each other. Suddenly, we fall into a kiss. I don't know how. Mr. Burke opens up my mouth with his tongue and begins exploring the insides of the youth's mouth. I moan in response. I have never experienced anything of this sort, not even with the girls I've dated and "necked" half-heartedly. I'm dying to know more, to feel more of this man's body, to experience more pleasure. My hands wander up Mr. Burke' back, and down again to the firm, round ass clothed in his worn jeans.
"Mr. Burke.... " I interrupt our kiss, nervous that I'm kissing my best friend's father.
"Call me David, Mark." Then again he gives me a long, smoldering French kiss, running his hands under my sweatshirt to feel the burning hot skin of my smooth, athletic torso, dusted only with a trail of fine hair down the middle.
At the same time, my hands are exploring David's body. Craig's dad is really hot, he reminds me a lot of Craig. A more adult physique, a very slight gut over otherwise hard abs, a more mature, manly face with a deep brown stubble. But other than that, the same: same jeans and sweatshirt, same blue eyes, same deep voice, same amazing biceps.
David has the most incredible ass packed into his jeans and I'm alternating squeezing his round buns and running my hands along his thighs or against his hair-covered chest.
"Damn," David says, breaking off our heated kiss for a moment. "I guess that son of mine is pretty rude for leaving you here, but I can't say I mind." He stares into my eyes while his hands are undoing the button on my jeans. A few seconds of maneuvering and my pants and boxers are around my ankles and my hardon is snug in his thick, muscled hand.
"Goddamn," I say, gasping as his handjob was starting to make me feel real good. The only thing that brings me back to reality is my overwhelming desire to see this stud of a man naked. I pull up his sweatshirt and am greeted by the finest sight of male perfection that I only imagined earlier. David has one jock stud body, only a little hardened by age and covered with downy brown hair all over his chest and stomach.
The best treat though is beneath his jeans. As I unzip them, a majorly large prick comes out to greet me and my eager hand. The fucker is hung like a stallion and must be eleven inches fully up.
I think I even whistled, but any sighs I'm emitting are stiffled by the invasion of David's massive dickhead as I fall to me knees and swallow inch after inch of stud prick. At times, I'll pull up a little a lick a lot on the head, and along the engorged piss slit. Other times, I'll establish a regular rhythm, taking as much as I can on each stroke. It's all new to me, but I'm so hot for this guy and his big cock and want to do my best pleasuring him. Roaming around with my hands and getting a feel of his steel thighs and taut butt I have to admit is a bonus.
My right hand finds his ball sac and the man-sized testicles pulled up taut to his giant shaft. I know that feel from jacking off; he's about to blow soon. Only David has other ideas. At that moment, he lifts me up off his cock. Standing again, I face him and we dive again into a hot man-to-man kiss. I can't against enough of his powerful tongue. Or his hairy pecs and straining biceps. Or that megacock grinding into mine.
Once again, Craig's father begins to jack me. Only this time, he holds both our pricks together as he runs his hand up and down in a smooth jerking motion. Our bodies are locked together and I feel all along his muscled, naked back. The feeling is too intense. I can tell we're both getting close to shooting, and the thought of getting off with my best friend's dad is sending me over the edge. I start thrusting my hips along David's hand and pre-cum-slick prick. Spurt after spurt of cum flies out and coats our chests and stomachs.
The minute my sperm sprays his torso, Mr. Burke moans and lets loose with his own hot load. Either this stud is a regular cum factory or it's been a while since he's gotten laid. After we're done and have caught are breath, we're both coated in gooey mansperm, all mingled in a white sheet on our torsos.
"Man, Mark," David whispered in my ear, "you're so fucking hot. We've got to do this again."
"Yeah, definitely," I say, "But first, let me clean the mess I left." And I start to lick up the spooge covering my hunk's chest hairs.
"Oh yeah," David purrs, and his dick is rigid as ever. Maybe we won't have to wait long for the next time.
Ch. 2
I licked the huge biceps, tasting all along from the smooth skin of the bulge to the slightly sweaty area near his shoulder and armpit. Slowly he pushed the swelled dickhead in about an inch or two, then pulled back to tease and open up my twitching asshole even more. It was already our third fuck of the afternoon, but we were both hard and horny as ever. In fact, ever since David Burke first shoved his meat up my teen-jock hole, it seems we haven't been able to get enough.
Only problem was his son, Craig. He didn't have a clue of his father's gay leanings and certainly had no idea his dad was dicking his best friend every time his back was turned. And I mean every time. Some times were regular fuck sessions, like each Tuesday and Thursday night, when Craig worked part time at a nearby hardware store. or (best yet) the weekends Craig visited with his out-of-town mother. Other times were more spontaneous, like when Craig would step out and David would call me to come over, or the times when I'd drop by near his office and ring him on his cell phone. We'd find some deserted restroom or a quick suck or fuck.
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