Father Phucker  

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2/13/2006 12:47 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Father Phucker


Years ago, when I was studying men and homosexuality (amongst other things) in college, I came across (innuendo and pun appropriate later) a nerd named Gilbert. He had it all: the awkward glasses with the masking tape center holding them together, the yellow pocket protector fully stocked with writing utensils and the clashing checkerboard shirt and plaid trouser combo. But in this guy I saw potential! As luck would have it, we had our next class together and after that a study break so I invited him to my place for the study break.
It took him a while to get comfortable at my place. I offered him some of what I was drinking (Everclear and lemonade) and he loosened up considerably after about ten minutes. I sat down beside him and started slowly running my fingers through his long blondish hair. He laid his head on my shoulder and started rubbing my chest. I opened three middle buttons on his shirt to find light brown fur all over his surprisingly muscular chest. I caressed it for a spell before I grabbed both his nipples. He moaned. Then I removed the glasses from his face and the geek became a freak! He forced me down on the couch, straddled me and invaded my mouth with his long snakelike tongue. We kissed for what seemed like hours, wrapping our tongues together like vines in a vineyard. Eventually, he stood up and dropped his trousers. He turned around and I saw the most amazing ass I've ever seen. Tan, muscular, smooth, flawless with just the right amount of hair waving me towards his tunnel. Since time was limited, I chose to lick his ass and lay those hairs down to rest with my tongue. Then I crawled between his legs and found an uncooked bratwurst protruding into the air like a rocket from a launchpad. I stared in amazement, the impressive size, the girth, the length and the gorgeous pubic hair that encompassed it. It was breath-taking. It was mouth-watering. And I was hungry! After studying Gilbert intimately and passing the oral exam, it was decided we should go to his place later to study chemistry. For real!
Later he met me outside my place and we went over to his. It was a house off campus which shocked me. I was further shocked when we got inside. It was gorgeous! A big screen television, chandeliers, a jacuzzi, a spiral staircase leading up to two master suites with large sunken tubs. "Welcome to my home," he said. We laid down on the bed and started studying the periodic table. That was fun. We rewarded each other's correct answers with kisses. Then there was a knock on the door. He walked over to it, said a few words and walked back over to me. He said,"I'm sorry. I have to go out for an hour or so. Can you wait here for me or should I drop you off?" I decided to wait.
Fifteen minutes later I went downstairs to watch television on the big screen. I sat down on the leather couch and freaked when I heard, "I'm sorry. My son didn't tell me he had company. My name is Paul." I turned around and found this shirtless sculpture of masculinity extending his hand towards me. Even with the glasses, this guy was hot! Middle 40's at the latest, gorgeous jet black hair, green eyes, dimples, chiseled jaw and cheekbones, a strong, hairy chest and great arms.
"I'm J.P." I said, shaking his hand. "You look familiar to me."
"I'm a high school principal," Paul said, "but I help out with the athletic program at the university."
"I see." I said and boy could I. He only had shorts on and I could see his lean, muscular, hairy legs.
He apologized for being a sweaty mess. He had just finished lifting weights in the gym in the basement. "You play any sports?" he asked.
"I wrestled a bit, ran cross country and track and played football in high school but I haven't had time for athletic pursuits since I got here, I said.
"Let me see your stance," Paul said. I got up and got in position. "Your lower body is so much stronger than your upper body but not bad," he said. Then, before I knew it, he had picked me up and dropped me in the jacuzzi. "You couldn't do that." he said. "Now if you will give me your clothes, I will throw them in the dryer." I stripped down and said thanks for drying my clothes and for the drink he had made me. I sat in the jacuzzi, sipping my drink when I felt a hand grab each nipple and clamp on them like a vice. I laid my head back on the edge of the jacuzzi and Paul planted a kiss on me. It was very nice. Apparently a hereditary trait. He jumped in and immediately started milking my member for all it was worth. His hands went from nipple to ass to balls to nipples. He was like an octopus! How is it that one person could cover so many bases in such a short span of time so effectively I will never know. Before I knew it, he was stabbing my mouth with his schlong and I was still being milked and clamped and licked and fingered and kissed. Amazement alone distracted me from exploding with ecstasy and delight. Finally he said the magic words and bent over the edge of the jacuzzi. After minutes of rimming that big, beautiful, hairy, muscular, tanned ass, I answered his prayer. He moaned and groaned with each thrust, still managing to tease my nipples and ass with his hands. I got harder and larger than ever before. I wanted him to have all of me. I pumped like a piston on a race car. Then he yelled for me to pull out. I did and he grabbed me, holding me against him and in that moment, our eruptions became one. We painted each other in manmilk. Then we kissed passionately and fell back into the water.
I spent many evenings at that house. Some for the father, others for the son. I don't know if they knew the truth about each other. I don't know if they knew they were sharing my company. What I do know is that they turned out to be complete opposites in the bedroom. I had the best of both worlds, hardcore and romance. This was the first of my many episodes of ALL IN THE FAMILY!

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