Goals

By Bill Drake - Laureate Author

Published on May 6, 2023

Gay

Goals Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit descriptions of sex between men.

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner (bimgm36@gmail.com).

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GOALS

CHAPTER SEVEN

TWO YEARS LATER...

[SCOTT]

The fourth day of the hike was the most spectacular. It made the longer day worth it. It helped that Austin and I took lots of breaks. Mid-afternoon, we were resting on a rock for a water break.

"Tough for a Tennessee boy to admit," Austin said. "But this beats the Smokies."

I laughed. I took off my ball cap and wiped the sweat out of my hair. Austin liked my hair medium-length in that executive cut. So that's how I kept it, neatly and professionally trimmed, the silvery gray predominating these days.

It had been that way with my gym time, too. Austin guided me into focusing on the things that turned him on more... chest, arms, and ass/legs. I'd gotten some of my midsection padding back, and turns out Austin was into that, too. He kept me motivated and in shape for an old guy, so I was happy to do what made him happy.

It had been an adjustment. The move to Phoenix two years ago, embracing divorced life, and living with another man. The ups and downs of a relationship. I was going to be working a few extra years, but my compensation was great, and it was worth it to be able to treat Austin to a nice vacation like this without pinching pennies.

"Hiya," came the voice of a group that walked from behind us. Four younger dudes in their early 30s. "Mind if we take a break here as well? Looks like a nice spot."

"Be our guest," I gestured.

We made small talk. The guys were doing some bachelor-party trip.

Austin congratulated the groom to be.

"Bachelor parties have gotten a lot more involved since I had mine," I grinned.

"Vegas?" the shorter dude asked with a chuckle.

"New Orleans," I said. "Steakhouse, and a strip club. And too many hurricanes."

"Jason here didn't want the typical shit." The blond guy speaking was cute, I had to admit. Not Austin cute, but I realized I could appreciate a man in a way I didn't five years ago.

Jason took a sip of water then turned to us. "What brings you guys here? Just a regular vacation?"

I spoke up. "My son and I like to do a big hike once a year. Kind of our tradition," I smirked over at Austin.

"That's cool," one of the guys said. "My Dad isn't walking more than to his car in the mall parking lot."

The shorter dude was getting impatient. "Ready to get moving, guys?" They all had a type-A vibe, and he clearly had motivation for a fast pace.

"Yeah," the blond dude said. I felt a little guilty feeling a sexual attraction to him. But while I'd sucked Austin first thing that morning, I hadn't gotten off that day.

We watched them take off, though, and took one more minute to enjoy the view. "Guess your old man is holding you back."

"You kidding, Dad?" he asked. Then softly. "I still can't believe we're doing this."

I had a rule: we only did the roleplay in the bedroom or in a context where we'd be anonymous. But it was a trip to see the effect of the latter on Austin.

I winked and pulled my cap back on. "Let's get going."

This day was our longest, and I was exhausted when we reached out campsite. It made me feel better that Austin was visibly tired too. Silently we set up our tend and didn't waste time making our dinner.

Normally, physical exertion kills my libido, but I was behind in the count and sex was on my mind. And I enjoyed seeing Austin in his scruffy, sweaty hiking mode. We'd held off shaving for the week, and while my scruff was mousy gray, Austin's made him look older and more masculine.

I was getting used to this too. Austin had that almost baby-faced jock next door look when he first started training me, but he was looking more and more like a man entering the prime of his life. That turned me on, too. I felt like I had the best of both worlds, a young stud who could rock my world in the sack, and a thoughtful young man who was becoming more mature by the year.

"Tough day, huh?" Austin spoke. We'd packed a flask of bourbon to toast our last night, but it seemed like a good idea to dip into it now for a sip. He raised his plastic cup toward me to toast.

I took a sip. The air was getting cooler now that the sun was getting lower. "I have a goal, Austin," I said. It was an idea that had occurred to me the last few days. "I want to do this at 60."

He shot me a playful smile. Like one of those he'd give me in the gym when I was doing well. "This hike?" he asked.

"Not this one, but a challenge. It's special doing this... with you."

He smirked. "Not with that that blond dude from earlier?" he teased.

So he'd noticed. I blushed and stammered. "Come on, Austin..." I felt bad for being caught in my lust for another guy but also peeved that Austin was calling me out on it.

"It's cool, Scott... you're a man not a robot," he said thoughtfully. I wouldn't say he was happy I was into another dude, but he seemed relieved. Instinctively I knew it was because he looked at other men all the time. "I've seen you look at women, and it's cool to see another side of you."

"It's like you're encouraging me," I said, frustrated. I had reconciled a lot in this affair and relationship with Austin. I was still getting used to being with another man. But this kind of talk made me uncomfortable. It reminded me of my own cheating history, and made me insecure in Austin's attraction to me.

He shrugged and spread his legs as he took another sip. His legs were amazing. I loved all of Austin's body, but his tree trunk thighs may be ranking up there with my favorite turn on. They were big and knotted and had gotten furrier. The rounded calves were just the bonus.

"For a while I thought you were less a bisexual and more an Austin-sexual," he smiled. "Not that there's anything wrong with that," he chuckled.

I had to laugh, too. Austin had a way of winning me over. I'd have to examine why I hard time being upset with him, but for now I enjoyed the content feeling I had with him and around him.

Then Austin got a real quiet, intent look on his face, his eye contact heavier. "That was real hot earlier, by the way, Dad," he almost whispered. We were some distance from the next tent, but maybe caution was a good thing.

I felt my dick get firm. I wanted Austin in the worst way right then. The whole intimacy of this trip together and the fact he wanted me too was going to make me rock hard.

"I figured you liked that," I said back. "....son."

"Can I pay you back, sir?" he asked.

I nodded. "What do you have in mind?"

He flashed me a toothy grin. "Let's get in the tent, sir, and I'll show you."

For all the upheaval in my life this was the payoff. The ease and excitement of sex, regular sex. I kept waiting for this phase to end, but the sexual chemistry was still off the charts.

We got into the tent and zipped it up. Slowly we stripped down. Sweaty, but that's just how sex would be this week. Our naked bodies connected as we made out. Our stubbled softly scratched each other's as we got into it. I let Austin get on top of me and he seemed to get real excited as he kissed me and humped me and pawed at my body. He was getting his second wind after a long day's hike.

"This is for you, Dad..." he growled against my neck. "Love you so much." Then he began kissing down my hairy body. I sometimes had to remind Austin I loved getting head, too. I knew he liked getting serviced and I loved servicing him. So I didn't need equal. But I got excited that this perfect young man was taking the initiative in going down on me. And not a rush job, either, but nice slow up and down bobs on my hard dick.

"Oh Austin," I gasped, "Son... suck me."

I looked down at his handsome face burying itself in my crotch. I worked my fingers through his matted hair. I thought back to the first time Austin blew me, how that felt like my first real blowjob on so many levels. I thought about the future and hoped there would be many more times. My son, bringing me off... Austin's fantasy, but increasingly mine.

"Son!" I gasped, my word cut off as my orgasm started. Austin moaned around my dick as he drank my seed.

[AUSTIN]

I tried to talk Scott out of the week of the resort tacked on to the end of our hike. But he was right. The relaxation felt like a great reward. We played golf every day and enjoyed relaxing with drinks and dinner with mountain views in the evening.

Besides, that was our division of labor. I took the lead in the bedroom and Scott made the big planning decisions. Not without my input, but I enjoyed him in that "dad" role. It made the fucks that much hotter.

The second day was the first time I'd beaten him at golf. Ever. I was on cloud nine when we got back to our bungalow, but the big surprise was how happy he seemed to be. Scott's pretty competitive when it comes to golf.

"Big day for my boy, huh?" He muttered as he tossed his ballcap on the table and turned toward me. His gray hair was disheveled with the day's sweat and he was getting tan lines and raccoon eyes from a week and a half of being outdoors. The man simply looked amazing.

"What do I get for winning?" I smirked.

He shook his head. "I've blown you every damn day of vacation, boy," he grumbled with a hint of a smile. "What more do you want?"

I undid my golf shorts and slipped them off. I was throwing hard from the anticipation and Scott's gaze made me firm up more, especially as I slid my boxer briefs off. "Take a wild guess."

He flashed a lusty grin and stepped up to me, reaching out to grab my bone. "Let me get ready," he said huskily, then met me for a kiss.

I gave him a good head start but when I heard the shower run, I grabbed some lube and went to open the bathroom door to join him. "Let me help you," I said as I stepped into the shower.

"Uh oh," he joked. "Last time we didn't make it out before getting off."

"Would that be such a bad thing?" I asked.

I pulled his wet soapy body to my own warm muscle. Scott loved my build and as much as he did his best to match his build to my desires, I got off on how much he loved my younger, harder bulk.

It had been over a week since we'd fucked. It just hadn't been practical at the backcountry campsites and the hike had been physically draining on me as well as Scott. We'd even been too tired on arrival that first day at the resort. I was always happy with his blowjobs and I'd enjoyed giving him several as well. But this felt overdue.

I reached to where I'd put the lube and squirted a bunch into my hand. "Turn around, Dad."

He nodded and I watched him step out of reach of the shower spray so I could grease him up deep between his buns. "Every time is as hot as the first," I said as I worked two fingers inside him.

"I spoil ya kiddo," he said as I now put a third inside him. He pushed his ass back to meet my probing hand, urging me to work him open. To prepare him.

"Yah, you do," I grunted. Scott knew my buttons all right and knew how and when to push them.

"You gonna let your dad spoil you some more?" His question was deep and husky. I imagined the voice he used in board meetings and my dick spurted some pre cum onto the shower tile.

I lined up behind him. Between the water and soap and lube, he felt real wet. "Yeah, Dad, I'm gonna let ya spoil me."

I thrust into him. I let out an excited cry.

"That's it, buddy. Hit your daddy's spot." He braced himself on the shower wall. The water was spraying our sides. We'd had shower sex before but this was off the charts. "Only my big boy knows how to get the job done."

I gave steady deep motions of my cock past his p-spot and plunging into his tight bowels. I held on to his soapy wet muscle, that dad muscle and fucked faster. "God, Dad!" I hissed. For all that I'd been the one to urge him to do the dad/son play and to be verbal, sometimes I was too overcome with excitement to do it well.

Scott, meanwhile, was on fire that day. "You beat me fair and square today, son.... how bout you get me off hands free?" His arms were still up, and though I couldn't see his dad spike I knew Scott was rock hard.

My blood pulsed in my brain as much as my cock. One button after another, and Scott was pushing 'em. "You think you can do that for me today, Dad?" I grunted, slowing my thrusts to a slow grind and nibbling at his ear.

"I want you to teach me, son," came the husky reply. "Teach this old dog some new tricks."

I pushed up into him. My cock felt slick now from it all. Like I was already cumming in him, though I wasn't. "Yeah, Dad, let's do it."

I pulled back and wiped the water from my face before holding his hips and pumping him again. The slow and hard trick.

Scott reached down and jerked, but just for like three seconds, to prime the pump. Then he pulled back and braced himself on the tile.

"You there yet?" I asked excitedly. I was surprised he didn't stroke more and figured he was ready to cum already.

He shook his head. "Not yet, son.... I feel so turned on though... your cock in me... fucking me."

I watched him start to reach down again. Only he resisted temptation. I heard his soft deep voice. "I want you to get me off son. Just your cock.... think you can do that buddy?"

My voice was heavy with lust. Scott made a big deal about me showing him what sex with men was about, but he was opening me up to this. "Yeah, Dad, I can do it." Of course I had doubts we'd be able to get him off just like this, but the boast was for Scott's sake, and my own. I was getting crazy turned on as I pumped into him steadily.

I knew this would take longer than our usual fucks, and it did. I had nowhere to go, but I shut off the water and enjoyed the slick sounds of our mating. And Scott's soft deep grunts urging me to fuck him. Seeing and feeling the hard, more mature dad muscle in his shoulders and back as I boned him. Seeing his arms quiver as he started feeling it.

"You feeling it, Dad?" I asked, excited. I always loved feeling Scott's ass gripping my cock, but the idea of fucking the cum out of him was even hotter.

"Yeah, son," Scott growled. I could hear that pained wanna-cum sound in his voice.

I fucked with extra hard jabs, holding him tightly. "Come on Dad!" I grunted. "Come for your boy. Make me happy... I know you can do it...." My hips were now a blur. "You love pleasing me... don't fucking stop now."

That tripped the man's wires. His 54-year-old body seized up and his cock shot hard against the shower wall.

"Fuck, Dad!" I cried. My own prick was ejaculating now, too, slickening up his insides.

I took a beat to recover my breath and feel my cock pulse, then I pulled him up flush to my wet chest and kissed the side of his neck. "What do I get if I win tomorrow?" I growled.

"I don't know," I heard softly. "Maybe the green light?"

I held him still. I knew immediately what he was talking about. Scott knew I would marry him in a heartbeat, and he also knew I had hang ups about being the one to propose. "I thought you didn't want to get married again."

Scott slipped from my grasp. Turning on the water again, he stepped under the spray for a final rinse. I followed suit, then we turned off the water and began toweling off. Our senses coming to us as the sex endorphins wore off.

"Logically, I still don't think it's the right thing. But emotionally..." he said. "I wanna make you happy Austin."

I reached up and ran my finger along his chin. "Well, maybe I need to learn from your logical side, Dad. And your experience. I won't rush things."

Scott looked at me with a conciliatory look. "Maybe we can just enjoy the honeymoon phase for a bit." He had a sly look as he gestured down. "I think you were pretty worked up just now, Austin. Your cum's running down my leg."

Holy shit, it was. I'd had some mind-blowing sexual experiences in my years, but that made me bone up again, fully. Scott gripped my post-fuck renewed erection and gave it a soft, teasing stroke.

"We'll take care of this bad boy after dinner, whaddya think?" he said. "I'm starving right now." Casually he got a washcloth and wiped up my excess sperm from his leg and crack, then padded out to get dressed for dinner.

I ogled him as we both slipped on some shorts and polo shirts. "Don't know if I can keep my logical side in charge," I admitted.

Scott chuckled and pulled my hand so that I stepped toward him. "You don't think I can't read you like a book, kiddo?" he growled. "Come on, another kiss before dinner."

"Yessir," I mumbled seconds before my lips met his.

THE END


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