Dad likes getting his muscle ass eaten out as much as I like eating out his muscle ass, but he can’t deal with the stigma of it. Or “stigmas,” I should say, because 1) he’s straight and 2) he’s letting his flesh-and-blood son lick his ass. I guess that would be a lot for anyone to process, so I don’t mind that he has to pretend to be asleep while I do it.
The first time was when he came to visit me at college. We’d had a few drinks at dinner and he got looser and hornier than I’d ever seen him, complaining to me how Mom barely even sucks his cock anymore. In turn I got bold and told him about all the sex I’d been having.
“Last week this young Asian guy ate my ass out for like two hours,” I said. Dad knows I’m bi so that wasn’t a big deal. Still, I’d never been quite this explicit about it.
“Ate your ass out?” Dad said, looking at me with wide eyes. He took a deep breath, sipped his drink. “Now that sounds fun.”
“Has anyone done that for you?” I said.
“Never,” Dad said.
I found myself unexpectedly turned on by this conversation, and I sensed Dad was feeling similarly.
So I kept pushing it.
“But you’ve got such a great ass,” I said. Dad laughed.
“Thanks. I work hard enough at it.”
“It shows,” I said, peeking around as if to scope it out. Dad laughed again.
“So do you ever do that? Eat ass, I mean,” he said.
“Absolutely,” I said. “I love doing it.”
“Interesting,” Dad said, and we left it at that. We went back to my place where he crashed on the couch, and when I got up in the middle of the night to piss there he was, stripped from the waist with his smooth muscle butt on display. It was obviously an invitation, and I was drunk and horny enough to accept it. I approached him cautiously, but when I touched him he backed up to meet my hand. I ate him out that night for seemingly an hour, enjoying his moans and groans as he jacked his cock.
From then on Dad start visiting me at college a lot more. It’s always the same thing: we grab dinner and drinks. We go back to my place and “go to sleep.” Dad lays his muscle butt out for me like a buffet and I feast until he cums and we never, ever talk about it.
I guess the whole night had been leading up to this: that our wives were out of town, that we went out and got drunk and talked about nothing but sex and which girls we would fuck and how we would fuck them and what we liked when we fucked and whether we’d done anything with a guy.
“I’ve been known to enjoy a little guy-on-guy action,” he said, and if I hadn’t been so shocked at his cavalier attitude about gay sex I might have been able to open up more about my own experiences. Instead I’d managed to say “Same.” And he gave me a grin that made my heart race.
I mean, we’d been buddies for years – maybe not good buddies, our wives were really the better friends, but we’d become closer the more time we’d spent together. Now here we were: drunk, horny and alone, our illicit desires admitted and on the table.
“I’ve got some more beer back at my place,” he’d said once the bar had turned on the lights and shooed us out. And I tried to act like that was all it was gonna be: a few more beers with my bud, party time while the wives were away. So we went to his place and we cracked open the beers and joked around but there was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there before we’d come clean about our bi tendencies.
“Man, I feel disgusting, I’m gonna take a shower, is that cool?” he said.
“Sure,” I said.
“Just make yourself at home,” he said, pulling off his shirt as he walked away. I looked at his broad, muscular back and thought: Fuck, I want that. I can have that. And that was when excitement started to take over from anxiety.
I waited till he was in the shower then knocked on the door.
“You gotta piss?” he said through the rushing water.
“Yeah,” I said.
“It’s unlocked,” he said. I came in. I couldn’t see him through the opaque curtain. I hauled out my dick and pissed. I started to get hard.
“Brought you another beer,” I said. He shut off the shower. He pulled back the curtain and stepped out.
“Sweet,” he said. I listened as he stepped out of the shower and cracked open the beer. I finished pissing and tucked my hardon back into my pants, turned around to see him: wet, nude, and chugging from the beer. He put it down. Looked at me. Grinned.
“We gonna do this or what?” he said.
“What do you mean?” I said. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t be the one to say it.
“You know what I mean,” he said, and reached down to fluff his junk which was getting fatter by the second. “We’re both horny. We both like messing around with dudes. No one’s gonna know but us…”
You have surpassed my expectations and responded in droves to the call. The polls have been tallied and the results are illuminating. Let us begin, shall we?
On the whole, the Mob seeks more order. More than half of itself desires more control. Perhaps discipline is also required. We will see.
Overwhelmingly, the Mob feels that the world sometimes defies it. That there are factors outside of the Mob’s control is a vexing reality. Destiny, fate, kismet—these are subversive concepts that stand against the absolute power of the Mob. Further investigation is required.
Some of the Mob declined to answer this final query. No matter, the responses are informative regardless. The vast majority want to see the politicians—those speakers of honeyed words—brought low. Nearly the same number of the Mob would see media personalities given their due as those who prefer to split the blame between politicians and the squawking parrots in the media.
A small percentage of the Mob would withhold any penetrative pleasure to either group. And the public, that seething mass of humanity, was the focus of ire as well.
Fascinating.
The information gathered here is already making its way into slick words for your reading pleasure. Thank you to those who participated. Together, we make the world coherent.
Heh, it’s an obvious question, but not in the least. I’ve got a couple of humpy big blond country boy cousins I’ve thought some extremely dirty thoughts about, but otherwise nope! If anything, the notion of it gives me an anti-hardon. Go figure, right?
I have written the finale to Naval Tradition. Expect it to drop sometime next week.
In the meantime I’m doing some housekeeping and posting a few of my longer Tumblr stories to Nifty.
There will be a @talesfromunderthemattress / Drakestories collaboration rolling out in due time, but Naval Tradition will be my last solo story published and the last of my posts here at Tumblr, too.
Thanks, guys, for all the messages and reblogs.
I’m workin’ on it as we speak, hoping to make it a fitting tribute to one of the all-time greats in erotic fiction, and the profound impact he’s had on me as a writer and just as a gay dude in general. More to come soon…
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
William Butler Yeats, “The Second Coming”
At the risk of becoming too political on my smut writing blog (Ha! Like I give a fuck), I’ve been in a perpetual state of ‘what the shit’ for the past two years. The news is either bad or worse on a daily basis.
So I propose, in my small way, that we honor the new normal and submit to the chaos of the mob. This new project is called Mob Rule. Through intermittent surveys I will take the temperature of the masses and query your erotic imaginations in an attempt to find out what the Mob desires. Naturally, I’ll produce sex writing based on the surveys’ outcomes.
Both because of limitations of the web app I’m using and in honor of the merits of oligarchy, survey responses will be capped at 100 participants. The first of these experiments is live right now. So stand and be counted, faceless member of the frothing horde!
My last chapter of Naval Tradition is coming. It will be my last story, but before then, I wanted to list my stories to date. These are the ones on Nifty. I’ve listed them by category starting with the newest ones first, since I think my writing has improved over the years. Fuck, just looking over the list… I’ve written a lot.
INCEST (dad-son)
Naval Tradition (47)
Horny Dad Tales #34: Dadfucker’s Club 5
Horny Dad Tales #30: Dad’s New Life
Horny Dad Tales #29: Father’s Day Gifts
Horny Dad Tales #28: A Little Help
Horny Dad Tales #27: Marrying Up
Horny Dad Tales #26: When the Admiral Comes Home
Horny Dad Tales #25: Winter Break
Horny Dad Tales #24: Carbon Copy
Daddy Week 5
Horny Dad Tales #23: Father’s Day Card
Horny Dad Tales #22: One on One
Horny Dad Tales #20: Christmas Present
Horny Dad Tales #19: Dads I’d Like to Fuck
Horny Dad Tales #18 Kev and Mr. B
Horny Dad Tales #17 Oral Fixation
Horny Dad Tales #16 Sibling Rivalry
Horny Dad Tales #15 Tapped Out
White Collar Tales #11 Junior Prosecutor
Horny Dad Tales #14 Becoming a Man
Horny Dad Tales #13 Chief’s Boy
Horny Dad Tales #12 Midlife Crisis
Horny Dad Tales #11 Troop and Son
Horny Dad Tales #10 Away At College
Horny Dad Tales #9 Panic Room
Horny Dad Tales #8 Felch Fest Induction
Horny Dad Tales #7 Football Dads
Horny Dad Tales #6 Shoeshine
Horny Dad Tales #5 After the State Tournament
Horny Dad Tales #4 Punisher Punished
Horny Dad Tales #3 Camcorder
Horny Dad Tales #2 The Poker Game
Horny Dad Tales #1 Halloween Costume
The Meetup
Airman Orgy
Night Call
Parents’ Weekend (12)
Unforgettable Workout
Game of Doubles
After Football Practice
INTERGENERATIONAL (including dad-son roleplay)
Horny Dad Tales #35: Dadfuckers Club 6
Horny Dad Tales #31-3: Dadfuckers Club 2-4
Horny Dad Tales #21: Dadfuckers Club 1
White Collar Tales #23: Regatta Dad
Daddy Week 1-4
You Don’t Know Jack (with jhtravus)
Daddy Issues (5)
White Collar Tales #19: Power Lunch
Meet the Players
White Collar Tales #3 Senator’s Aide
Spring Cleaning
My Lover’s Dad
JOCKS AND COACHES
Reconnecting With Coach
Meet the Players
A Day in the Life of a Town Football Star (11)
Bait and Switch
Working with My Star Wrestler
Jock Ass Lover
End of Baseball Season
Team Reward (13)
After Football Practice
FRATERNITY
Cooling Off With the UPS Guy
SAE Action
PRO/FAMOUS ATHLETES
Kuechly’s Best Bud
National League Bromance
QB Bottom Party (3)
QB Club Retreat
QB Club Charity Challenge
Post Season Party
Spring Break With Gannon
SEC Spring Break
Peyton’s Place
Justin Gets Some Wood
Homerun Stud
MALE PREGNANCY
Cornell, TX (17)
The Callahan Clan
WHITE COLLAR GUYS/SUIT SEX
White Collar Tales #23 Regatta Dad
White Collar Tales #22 Power Play
Donor’s Circle
White Collar Tales #21 Executive Bait
White Collar Tales #20 Man on the Street
White Collar Tales #19 Power Lunch
White Collar Tales #18 Myrtle Beach Afternoon
White Collar Tales #17 Getting through B School
White Collar Tales #16 Executive Compensation
White Collar Tales #15 Birthday Comes Early
White Collar Tales #13 Executive Booty Call
White Collar Tales #12 Midtown Fuckbuddy
White Collar Tales #11 Junior Prosecutor
White Collar Tales #10 Boss’s Cabin
White Collar Tales #9 Holiday Office Party
White Collar Tales #8 Mentoring Program
White Collar Tales #7 Starting Out
White Collar Tales #6 Financial District Barber
White Collar Tales #5 Late Train on the Metro North
White Collar Tales #3 Senator’s Aide
White Collar Tales #2 The Nineteenth Hole
White Collar Tales #1 Brokers in Heat
Big Jack
MARRIED GUYS
White Collar Tales #22 Power Play
Jeff’s Bachelor Vacation (5)
White Collar Tales #16 Executive Compensation
White Collar Tales #15 Birthday Comes Early
White Collar Tales #14 Boating Opportunity
White Collar Tales #13 Executive Booty Call
White Collar Tales #12 Midtown Fuckbuddy
White Collar Tales #9 Holiday Office Party
White Collar Tales #4 Boys’ Night Out
Ranger John
Big Jack
COPS
Daddy Week 4
Horny Dad Tales #13 Chief’s Boy
Horny Dad Tales #11 Troop and Son
Horny Dad Tales #6 Shoeshine
Horny Dad Tales #1 Halloween Costume
Cadet Takes a Ride
Cop Cadet
Precinct Visit
The Officer and the Quarterback
MILITARY
Naval Tradition (47)
Showing Private the Ropes
Drill Sergeant Gets Drilled
HOOKUPS
Jock Ass Lover
Friday Night Pickup
Fucked By a Pro
Numbers after title are the number of chapters.
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This is an incredible repository of some of the finest erotic fiction out there – truly a major body of work. You’ll want to return to it again and again, and maybe you’ll even discover new-to-you stuff.
Also… I’ve been cockteasing y’all for some time about the big collaboration I worked on with the master himself some time back. Well, I’m deep in the editing phase on it, so hopefully soon we can roll it out and you can see what we came up with when we put our porn-bro brains together.
“Maybe you should hang some blinds or curtains, coach” he suggested modestly, as he stood in front of the window, half naked, tugging his shirt over his head. “There’s a bunch of the guys hanging out down at the pool.”
“Relax, sport. They can’t see in the window from down there…at least not below the waist.”
I hugged him from behind and he braced himself against the window sill as I kissed his neck…on display now for whoever cared to look up. My hard cock pressed urgently into his thick asscheeks, and he grunted, pushing back as it found his moist pucker, stretching him open and forcing it’s way in…deeper.
“Aww fuuuck, coach,” he grunted…“the fellas will see us…unngghhh!”
“Shhhh…don’t worry about them, champ,” I urged. “They’ll just be jealous it’s you and not them anyway.”
Tales from Under the Mattress 