10eight:

I shouldn’t have let it go this far, but I never stopped him from coming in on the mornings that his mother was gone.

His already hard cock bulging the maroon briefs he had stolen from the clothes hamper.

“You like wearing daddy’s underwear, don’t you?” I asked as he slid down on top of me, pressing his engorged manhood into my leg.

“Fuck yeah I do, dad,” he said and slipped his tongue into my mouth, “I love my balls rubbing on the dried load you left in them yesterday.” I moaned as he grasped my stiff rod through my own briefs. He started kissing down my chest, running his tongue over my dense chest hair. “Fuuuckin yes,” I moaned as he mouthed my cock through my briefs.

“Get down on that dick, son,” I said. He slowly sucked into that warm wet mouth the cock that made him, groaning all the way down as my thick meat plowed down his throat.

He instinctively turned his body around and straddled my face, his cock and balls rubbing the upper part of my chest. My own scent mixed with his as I pulled down yesterday’s drawers and revealed a tight, lightly haired hole. “You’ve got the most beautiful ass son, goddamn,” I said. He started to pull of my dick, probably to say thank you, but I thrust up, keeping my cock in that warm spit tunnel. I rubbed a wad of spit over his hole before plunging my tongue into that impossibly tight pucker; he whimpered as I tongue fucked him and wet his hole with my spit. After a few minutes I stuck two fingers in his mouth as he was still sucking my cock, “get those nice and wet, son,” and slowly drove them into his hungry ass, making him buck with every push. He came off my dick. “Fuck me dad,” he pleaded, “I can’t wait for it anymore.”

“Here, spin around,” I said as he moved his ass around to my cock, “sit on daddy’s cock.”

I sighed and arched my back as he slid onto my cock, I couldn’t believe it could still be so tight.

“Fuck, son,” I said, “I’m gonna miss this when you go off to college.”

“Don’t worry,” he said and pushed his ass down to the hilt of my dick, “I’m gonna fill up with as many loads as I can before I go.”

10eight:

I got home earlier than normal. It was quiet when I went inside, empty, but I knew Jake was home. I thought for sure he’d be sitting in front of a game on the big screen downstairs, but no luck.

I walked upstairs and saw the familiar sight of a closed door. As I got closer I could hear the same rapid swoosh sound and heavy breathing that I remembered all too well from when I was 17.

I don’t know what kind of perverted thought made me stop and eavesdrop, but I smiled as I leaned in and listened to my sons breath hasten. He must have been close, the familiar grunts and faint sound of splattering cum echoed through the door.

I shook my head slowly, knowing the exact feeling my teenage son was having as his body tensed to release that load; and found myself grabbing my own stiff boner through my work pants.

“Hey Jake! What are up you to?” I said as I knocked on the door, “I just got home a little early…”

I heard a quick shuffle and a faint “oh shit” before he chimed up, “Uh, just about to shower, I’ll be right out!” followed by a slamming bathroom door and the water suddenly turning on.

I couldn’t help but laugh. My dad had interrupted me plenty in my day, it was only right to pass on that feeling of being caught.

As I opened the bedroom door slowly and peeked in I noticed the ball cap sitting there covered in a fresh load of cum. The dank smell of his spunk still hung in the air. I reached down and picked up the cap, the edge still a little sweaty and hot, “fuck what a huge load,” I thought.

With one index finger I swiped up the thick nut off the bill and let it slide down my finger, it was still warm. I licked it off, making sure to get every drop, and savored for the first time the sweet taste of my sons seed.

I put the hat back down, half of my sons load clinging to a sweaty ball cap, and the other half gone and swimming down my throat. Leaving the door slightly cracked, I made my way downstairs and flipped on the tv, plopping down just a few minutes before my son came in. Apparently he had gone ahead and showered, a few drops of water clinging to his torso, and thrown on some athletic shorts.

“Hey dad,” he said almost nervously, one eyebrow raised, and lifted one arm, running his hand through his still damp hair.

“Hey bud, how was the shower,” I said smiling, not waiting for an answer, “have a seat, let’s talk.”

10eight:

I walked out after the locker room and showers had cleared after practice. He’d stay late some days working on his pitch, having the field all to himself, empty, quiet – although he never really needed the practice. He’d moved here mid-year from Missouri, a midwest corn-fed boy, and walked on to the team. Damned if he didn’t become our star player in a flash. Connor Reed was the type that all the guys wanted to be, and all the girls wanted – and the kind of guy all coaches wanted on their team.

“Hey,” I said to him, leaning against the wall, “it’s cleared out bud, you can com’on back.”

He smiled and leapt up and walked back to my office with me. The entrance was just off the locker room. Dimly lit and a little musty, he pushed some papers aside and sat on my desk facing me as I plopped down in my chair with a grunt. I lightly tapped my knee against his calf, “so, you got some news for me?”

“Yea,” he said, looking down, pensively, and letting out a long sigh.

It wasn’t sounding good, “shit, don’t tell me they’re gonna move again, you practically just got here!”

“Well,” he waited, “…they said…we’re gonna stay,” he said with a sly look and a shit eating grin.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, “trying to pull one over on me, fucker,” I said as leaned forward and put my hands on his thick thighs, rubbing the young masses of muscled meat in front of me, “I can’t have my star player leave before his senior year and go to another school.”

“Star player, huh?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

I nodded back at him, “you’ll see, just wait till the awards ceremony later tonight.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes flashing a perfect smile.

I stood up and moved my waist in between his legs, my arms reaching around him and placing my hands on his still damp back, “no for real, proud of you Reed, your enthusiasm, your stats. You remind me of myself at your age.”

“Thanks Coach,” he said as his hands slid around my backside, dipping just inside my athletic shorts and in under the waistband of my still sweaty jockstrap.

I leaned in to him, kissing the side of his neck and slowly breathing in the scent of his dried sweat. Continuing over his jaw line, my lips moved up to meet his. He was eager, pushing forward against me. Our tongues slid against each other, his soft lips dragging across my late afternoon stubble. My hands moved up to the sides of his face while I probed the inside of his mouth, deeply, our breath and spit exchanging between the two of us.

He reached down to my crotch and rolled my engorging meat in his hand, tugging the fabric of my shorts down as he did. Soon my shorts were pooled at my ankles and I stepped out as he drove his hands into my jock to release my cock. As he jerked my stuff rod I began unbuttoning his shirt, moving down to his belt buckle. His pants slipped off with ease as I knelt down and lunged my face towards his groin.

The sides of his thighs were salty as I licked and kissed the hairy muscles. I yanked the cup out from his jock and tossed it to the side, landing in some dusty corner of the office floor. He moaned as I mouthed over his cock through the fabric and placed his hands on my head, running his fingers through and yanking what he could of my hair. His jock strap slipped off just as easily as his pants, and I put them to my face and sniffed before throwing them to the ground and kissing him again.

He groaned as I bent back down and enveloped his cock in my mouth and buried my nose in his thick bush. “Fuck, Coach, that feels so good,” he moaned. Working his cock over for a few minutes, I grunted and brought my head up, “damn I never get tired of this cock, sport,” I said.

I sat back down in my chair and caught my breath for a second, motioning to him, “have a seat sport,” I said as I patted my thigh.

He straddled me, his sweaty thighs against mine, and pressed his body into me. My chest hair rubbing roughly against his more smooth torso.

His mouth found mine again and we explored the familiar spaces of each other’s mouths with our tongues, swapping spit. His cock was rock hard grinding against mine. I lifted my hips into his as he drove his towards me. The boys nutsack was firm and full and rubbed against mine.

“You’re gonna make your Coach cum soon bud,” I said, putting my hand behind his neck, covered in drops of sweat, and my forehead against his.

“Fuck Coach I wanna cum with you,” he growled as he thrust his body against mine.

I could feel the heat from his body radiating through me as our dicks ground together. He was soon moaning and breathing hard, our lips barely touching.

I felt the thick spurts of juice stream from this jock’s cock and onto my chest and stomach. He cried out as he came and my dick followed suit, pulsing a thick load of Coach cum inbetween us. The cum was sticky and warm between us as we both heaved deeply, our chest meeting with each breath.

Conner leaned back just slightly and I dipped my hand down to swipe up a few finger fulls of our mixed and matted cum. “Here bud,” I said as I brought my hand to his lips and stuck my fingers halfway into his waiting mouth. He sighed and licked the cum and I wiped what was left on to his lips. I moved in to lick them and kissed him as we swapped the cum back and forth between us.

“Goddamn Coach,” he panted, “I don’t care if I get that award, this was all I needed.”

I laughed and patted his back side, “well let’s get to the showers, need to get cleaned up before tonight anyways,” I said.

It was just a few hours before I saw him again that night. I was beaming as I handed the MVP Award to our outstanding junior. “So proud of you, boy, really” I said as I shook his hand, not wanting to let go. “Thanks Coach,” he said with a smile as he moved off the stage.

He darted up to me after the ceremony. “Hey, Coach. Coach!” he said and grabbed my shoulder to turn around. “Hey I just wanted to introduce you to my mom real quick,” he said before turning to his mother. “Hi, Karen Reed, I’ve heard so much about you” she said and extended her hand limply with a smug and condescending smile on her face. I reached out to shake her hand, my mind foggy and face blank.

Before I could say anything Conner had said goodbye and run off to catch up with his team mates. “Angie?” I said, feeling the blood drain from my face.

“It’s Karen, I’ve gone by my middle name for years now,” she said blankly. “And that’s your son?” I asked her. She rolled her eyes and exhaled, “well obviously.” She was a bitch, for sure. She had been a bitch eighteen years ago when I divorced her, and she was a bitch now.

“And he’s…” I started to question, but was cut off, as had always been the case. “Well I certainly never thought I’d be back in Raleigh, and I haven’t told him. Nor have I told my husband. I’m sure you understand?” she said flatly as she reached into her purse, grabbing her phone and pretending to look at something, avoiding as much of the conversation as she could.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked. “Does it matter?” she rebutted, “again, I’d appreciate it if you kept this to yourself, I don’t need you ruining his life, too. Now excuse me.” With that she walked off and I was left standing in the meandering sea of students and co-workers with about the biggest piece of information in my life.

I drove home in a daze, not knowing what to do or how to go forward. “I have a son,” I kept telling myself. Halfway through a bottle of whiskey and I started to flip through pictures and messages I had exchanged with Conner. His muscled body, hefty cock. No wonder we had such a connection. “I’ve fucked my SON,” I said out loud to myself, “I’ve eaten his cum.”

“Fuck that bitch,” I said aloud, over and over again. I couldn’t believe she didn’t want me to know or didn’t want me to have a relationship with him.

There was one thing I did know though. I was more than just a dad to that boy, and always would be. I was his Coach. “I’m his Coach,” I said to myself, feeling better about it. I groped my own crotch as I thought about it, thought about my son, about swapping cum and licking ass and fucking till we couldn’t stand; and snapped a picture of my hard cock in my hand. We’d swapped plenty, so I knew he’d enjoy it. I pulled up my boys phone number and texted him the picture, “lookin forward to your senior year bud,” and in no time I got one back in return – “right back at ya Coach!”

10eight:

The day was still very young so I got up for another beer, and when I turned back around my roommate was giving me one of his looks.

“No way dude,” I whispered as I sat back down.

He just nodded back, sure of himself. The little shit kicker of a freshmen sitting next to him was regaling us with stories about parties he’d been to, how much he could drink, and how many girls he’d been able to fuck in one night. A consistent one-upper if there ever was one. But that wasn’t really the best way to get on with the rest of the brothers.

The afternoon went on and before long we all had that steady buzz going. Chad pulled me to the side eventually, “I’m tellin’ you bo, I ever been wrong about this?”

“I just don’t see it,” I told him, and took another swig of my beer, “but…I bet it’s tight as fuck.”

He nodded back, “Let me check it out a little more, lets say 1am, cool?”

I agreed and went about my business for the rest of the night. About 1:30, nearly drunk and maybe slightly high, who knows, I strolled back to the room. “Dude, about time!” Chad trumpeted, “Wes was just telling me about how disappointed he was in our party.”

He laughed, “well yeah, I mean, I thought there’d be more girls. Last time I was at a frat party I had like five on me all at once, and…”

“huh, oh yeah?” I said, cutting him off, “just guys now man, you might have to just deal with that.”

He took a long gulp of the now warm Natty Lite that we doled out to guests, “yea…I got blown by one once.”

My room mate raised his eyebrows and grinned and looked straight at me, as if to say I-told-you-so. “No shit,” I said, “well you’re sitting next to a grade-A cocksucker right now.” He tensed up and threw his head back when Chad laid his hand on his crotch. “Fuck,” he mumbled, “I dunno man.” He stopped squirming as his cock hardened with Chad’s massaging and leaned back onto his elbows on the bed. His jeans came undone easily and slid off. As I sat down on the bed next to him I could smell the mustiness and rubbed his stomach, feeling the light dusting of hair, and leaned in to flick his nipple with my tongue. He moaned as I did it and even deeper when Chad slid his boxers down and licked the length of his stiff shaft. After a few minutes he moved down to his full balls, sucking in their heftiness, and I had my own turn at that thick country dick. Already covered in my room mates spit, it slid easily down my throat.

As I came up I licked my way up his torso to his neck. Finding his sweet spot just below his ear, I bit lightly and sucked as he whimpered. Wes’ hand moved down to my own aching dick and rubbed it through my jeans. I fumbled for a second and let it out. Instinctively I got up on my knees and let him take my cock. There was no doubt, this kid had tasted cock before. Plenty of times. He sunk down on my shaft and buried his nose in my bush. He came up for air and left a long trail of slick spit connecting to my dick, so I pushed him back down. He forced it all the way down again, only to gag slightly, “Goddamn,” he said lightly, with watery eyes. “You like that cock?” I asked him. “Fuck yea,” he nodded, before getting back to work.

I knew Chad was getting restless when he propped himself up on his arms, looking hungrily at the fresh meat. There was no question from him, only a swift movement throwing the kids legs up and plowing his tongue down on his ass all at once. Wes moaned at the warmth flooding his cherry ass, and at that point, I knew we had him. Chad worked him over and tongue fucked him to get him ready. I started to rub my fingers in tandem with his tongue, circling that tight pink hole and letting a knuckle sink in every now and again.

Eventually, Chad laid down on the bed and grabbed Wes by the arm, swinging him around on top of him. He took his cockhead and slid it back and forth along Wes’ ass hole. He moaned and Chad whispered to him, “sit on it for me.” The kid obliged and slowly pushed his weight back onto the thick piece of meat pressing into him. He went slow, giving himself time to adjust, his face crumpling and his mind reeling with the pain and pleasure of it all. I jerked his cock from the side and tugged on his nutsac for encouragement. After a minute or so, Chad got into his rhythm, thrusting his cock into that tight wet hole.

He over to me and jerked his head up, “c’mon,” he said lightly. I got up and positioned myself behind. As Chad slowed his thrust to a stop, burying his cock to the hilt, I slid my throbbing head over the already stretched pucker. I gave my cock a few wads of spit and slathered it over my shaft. Slowly, I pressed against Wes’ hole, penetrating him a second time, sliding my dick against my roommates.

Wes wailed as I plunged slowly into him, his sweaty body tensing and then relaxing as he was pressed between me and Chad. I leaned into his ear, “you ever been fucked like this before?”

“No,” he groaned, “fuck,” and tried to catch his breath.

Wes could barely steady himself as we both picked up the pace, out cocks both thrusting in and out of that hole, pressed tight against each other. I knew Chad was getting close as he pumped his dick in shorter bursts. His shaft started to pulse and spew thick warm gobs of cum into that waiting ass. The pulse of his cock against mine pushed me over the edge. I unloaded just after, spraying my own seed into Wes, flooding his already full insides with more steamy cum.

As I slowly began to pull out, Wes ground his cock into Chad and came between them. Slowly, he sat up and pulled off of Chad’s deflating prick, the cum mixing with a stream of sweat and running down his chest.

As he collapsed on the bed I saw a few drops of cum dripping from his violated ass. I slid my finger down and rubbed our seed back into his ass hole, letting him lick the remainder off my finger. I flopped down on the bed as well, Wes between me and Chad. I patted him on the chest as he breathed heavily, a satisfied look across his face, “fuck dude, you’re in,” I said, “but don’t let anymore cum out, got it?”

10eight:

“You serious?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding, “he blew me right there in the bathroom.”

“Shit…no wonder you went missin’ for so long,” he said and scratched his hand through his beard, “never would’a expected that from him”

“No shit,” I said and looked over, “team captain is a cocksucker…no one could’ve saw that one comin’, just being drunk I guess.”

We sat there a few minutes on the back stoop, still a little hungover, my brother lighting up a smoke.

He broke the silence eventually, “So, did you…”

“Did I what?” I asked and paused, “cum?”

“Well…” he started.

I cut him off before he could finish, “Yeah I mean it was a pretty good blow job, I guess, and I was horny as fuck,” I said and laughed.

He shook his head slightly in response, “no, I mean…did you, do it back?”

His question caught me off guard for some reason. My face flushed and I stumbled over my words, “I…you know, yeah. I guess I was drunk too, shit, I didn’t think about it.”

He grinned as he blew out a puff of smoke, “d’you like it?”

I nodded slowly in response, “yeah,” and felt suddenly brazen, “wanna see how it feels?”

He took a few minutes and thought it over, the ash growing at the end of his cigarette. He smiled and shifted his position, turning to me somewhat, and rested one arm on his knee, “you really want to do that?”

I smiled and shrugged at him. “Might be fun,” I said, and tapped his knee with mine.

“Fuck,” he partially whispered, shaking his head, and lowered his leg while his hand adjusted his junk.

I took that as my invitation, whether it was or not, and put my hand on his hairy thigh, rubbing it up under his shorts. No underwear. He looked at me intently as leaned back and propped himself up on one arm.

I pushed myself up off the concrete slab and bent down on my knees in between his legs. I knew after kneeling down that the rough concrete was going to leave a mark, but, fuck it. So I reached down and grabbed his package, feeling his already chubbed-up dick underneath the thin jersey shorts. Pulling the shorts down at the top, I fished out my brothers cock and two egg sized balls.

“Holy hell dude,” I said grabbing at his package.

He didn’t say anything back. Just raised his eyebrows and nodded down.

I licked at his head first and began to suck in the semi-hard dick in front of me. His crotch still smelled musky as my nose buried into his full bush. I brought my mouth up slowly and he looked down at me, both hands behind his back now, and the very last of his cigarette hanging between his lips. “Suck my balls,” he said, and flicked the butt off in the yard.

Lapping my tongue down his fat, hairy shaft, I kissed and licked his nut sac. Tasting the saltiness as I did, I sucked one of his cum filled nuts in my mouth and rolled it around before switching to the other. He moaned as I worked over his balls and then licked down underneath his sack, tasting the sweatiness and sinking my face into his groin. His hips bucked up, “Goddamn,” he growled, “get back on my dick.”

I licked my way back up the other side of his shaft, and started sucking down as far as I could. One meaty hand was followed by another on top of my head pushing me down. The force made me gag, my spit running down the side of his cock. I fumbled at his now spit coated balls with one hand and put the other on his back, slick with sweat and causing his tank to stick to his skin.

He was drawing closer as he thrust up into my throat, his muscular hands still pushing my head down. As he started to moan and growl I knew he’d be shooting. Soon after I felt a torrent of cum blast against the back of my throat and into my mouth. Trying to swallow as much as I could, some of his cum and my spit ran down the side of his cock.

“Holy fuck bro!” he yelped as he finished and laid his back down onto the stoop. I drew my mouth off his spent cock with a loud gasp, and slurped up the mix of cum and saliva that I had missed, cleaning every last drop that had spilled onto his bush.

After I cleaned him up with my tongue I got up and sat back down. He was panting still panting when he sat back up. His forearm glistened as he lifted it up to wipe the larger beads of sweat off his forehead, taking his cap off and running his hand through his hair.

“Goddamn, Josh,” he said laughing and looked over to me, slapping me on the shoulder, “that was fucking awesome. Wish’d I’d known about it sooner.”

As I wiped off my own sweat and the remnants of spit and cum around my mouth I said back to him, “yeah, me too.”

10eight:

He was ahead of me a few paces as we walked down towards the river. He stopped just before we got there, turning back to me and asking plainly with eyebrows raised, “think it’ll be cold?”

I shrugged, “a little.”

I smelled his mustiness as I walked behind him again, a day and a half without a shower, his jeans still smelled like the campfire from last night. His thighs flexing and filling the fabric as he stepped over the log back through the remaining brush. “After you, bud,” I told him.

His back was slightly turned towards me as he kicked off his shoes and slid the jeans over his burly ass. I did the same and we started to wade into the water.

“Holy fuuuck,” he stammered with a laugh, then let out a yelp that echoed through the trees.

“Yeah no shit,” I mumbled back as the cool water reached my waist. I decided to go ahead and dunk all the way under. My heart raced as the chilled mountain water was a shock against my skin. When I came up Jarrod was still standing there, not having gone under yet. Naturally, I dipped my arms into the water and swung them forward, sending a huge splash over him.

He yelled and lunged forward, laughing, to send a wave back my way. After we wrestled around for a few minutes there in the water he twisted and placed his back at my chest. “Damn this is nice, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Couldn’t be better. Just wish fall break was longer.”

“Yea, right?” he said and nodded his head, “so much to get done when we get back.”

“You can handle it…the guys love you” I said, my hands rubbing his shoulders, “you’re the best assistant football coach I’ve ever hired.”

He turned his head slightly to look back at me, joking, “because I’m good at my job or because I put out?”

My left arm swung around to the front of his chest and I pulled him into me, growling in his ear “because of both.” I kissed him then, the scratchiness of his stubble rubbing up against mine, my tongue slicking across his and sliding into his mouth. I reached down with my right hand just below the water and wrapped my fingers around his already stiff cock. It filled my hand as I began to jerk him and he began to grind his beefy ass into my crotch. My dick hardened quickly. His hands spread those tender cheeks slightly and I jabbed my cock until it found his hole. Slowly, but evenly, and with one long deliberate thrust my shaft sank into that impossibly tight, slick hole. He grunted deeply when I entered him and pushed it to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and leaned forward at the waist slightly. The water lapped and gurgled between us as I thrusted and the wet matted hair on my torso grated on his lower back.

He pushed his ass backwards as I thrust into him, forcing my cock in as deep as possible, each grunt he let out seemed more desperate than the last.

As I got closer my arm across his chest grew tighter, squeezing the brawny muscles and pulling his back into me. I stroked his cock firmly, my hand pounding harder against his manhood as I drew near. As I came, I kissed and bit as his thick traps and exhaled on to his skin. My juice flowed into him in waves, inundating his ass with the warmth of my cum. I left my still hard cock inside him and I felt his shaft begin to throb. I jerked roughly as the base of his cock pulsed, his balls drew up. His load shot into the water, a rush of cum mixing and floating with the stream.

“Goddamn,” he whimpered, as his knees buckled and he slumped into me, his hands rubbing my thighs. My arms supported his weight and my hands rubbed across his powerful chest and pulled at his hairs. A shiver radiated through him as my cock slowly slipped out. He laughed warmly, his skin covered in goosebumps, and sunlight reflected off the beads of water and sweat. I leaned my head down slowly to the back of his, my nose nuzzled into his hair, inhaling his scent.

The water felt more brisk now. As we gripped each other firmly I kissed the nape of his neck, “don’t worry, we’ll make the most of our last night out here.”

10eight:

“You can’t keep doing shit like this Jake,” I said, as I poured out the forty of Bud Light, “what if it hadn’ta been me that stopped you?”

“I dunno,” he answered and looked away.

I retorted back louder and deeper, “What do you mean you don’t know?!”

“Dude, I don’t know, I’d probably be sitting in the back of a cop car by now and…” he rambled on petulantly shaking his head.

“Did you just call me DUDE?” I spat back.

“Du…no…DAD,” he stressed, “shit…I’m sorry sir.”

“Your mom would fucking flip if you got in trouble for this shit, son. And how do you think I’d look at work?”

He didn’t say anything back. Just looked down slightly, taking a deep breath in and exhaling forcefully. He kicked the dirt around a little with his Red Wing boots, sending up a puff of dust that blew back onto his jeans. Sliding his hand part way into his pockets, he looked up at me sternly.

I crushed the can when it was empty and tossed it, clanking, into his truck bed.

I walked up to him, my arms folded across my chest, “What were you thinking anyway?” His head snapped up, sighing, “I wasn’t. I don’t know, I was just going to meet the guys. I should have waited to open it, I’m sorry dad.”

I was closer now and and put one hand on his shoulder, the other on the back of his neck, giving a firm grip. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble son, that’s all,” I said to him.

“I know, man I’m sorry,” he said. His breath still had the lingering scent of Copenhagen and the one swig of beer he was able to take. Damn’d if he didn’t look just like me when I was 19.

“It’s all right, bud,” I said, and ruffled his hair a bit. “You’re still the hottest deputy in the county,” he said with a grin. I laughed, “So you’re trying to get out of trouble now?” He just raised his eyebrows and tilted his head in reply.

I reached down to his jeans and grabbed the fullness of his package, feeling the heftiness, and heat, of his cock through his jeans. He grunted as I leaned in, my body weight pushing him against the cold tailgate. I bent my head down to kiss him, but bypassed his mouth and went straight to the side of his neck. His skin was salty and sweet and I licked up to his earlobe, making him moan, one hand reaching down just below his collar.

I kissed him deeply, my tongue finding its way into his willing mouth. When I stopped I looked at him breathlessly, “You got some time, sport?”

“‘Course, dad,” he said, putting his hands on my lower back, pulling me closer and grinding my crotch to his, “I’ve always got time for you.” He brought his hands to the front of my duty belt and fumbled, “let’s get this undone first.”

10eight:

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked as Egan was taping a new label onto an old Gatorade bottle.

“Making my MAN bottle, that’s what.” He said and got up from his seat.

“What the fuck is a man bottle?” I asked him.

He stood in front of me and held it up, “For when I get horny, for my, you know…”

I looked at him quizzically. This kid was as sexy as he could be. Smooth skin, tight body, and big package. But sometimes I didn’t think he was all there upstairs. More the young dumb and full of cum type. “What…the fuck…are you talking about?” I asked, frustratedly.

“You know, for my…MAN juice,” he said to me with a little determination.

“Are you freaking high Egan? What are you talking about ‘man juice,’ who even says that? And why do you need a bottle?”

“Dude it’s for me to shoot my load in,” he said half under his breath ready for me to understand what he was saying, “and when I save up enough…I’m going to pour it into sarge’s body wash bottle, just to fuck with the bastard.”

I broke out laughing. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Cause sarge is a dick. And it’ll be funny. DUH,” he cockily shot back.

“Yeah. Don’t you think all that jizz will just wash off in the shower anyways? It wouldn’t do anything,” I told him. “Oh,” was all he said with a confused look.

Just thinking about Egan jerking off got my dick chubbing up. “Besides,” I said to him quietly, “I know a better place for you to shoot your load.” He raised an eyebrow and didn’t speak. Taking a look around and then right into his eyes I said “C’mon, lets hit the head and I’ll show you.”

He looked a little unsure but followed anyways. Maybe he wasn’t the sharpest tack in the world, but his dick obviously knew what it wanted. He followed me slowly into the last stall as I sat down on the john. “Dude?” he whispered. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him.

I placed my hand on his crotch. He gave me a little side eye, but had a slow growing smile on his face. With no objections I continued to rub his bulge and feel his cock harden. Undoing his cammies, I tugged them down to around his meaty, hair dusted thighs. His crotch was musty and sweet at the same time and his dick was straining to get out from under those boxers. Sticking my face into his manhood I mouthed around the fat outline of his cock and pulled his boxers down.

He let out a quiet “fuck” as his meat slapped against my face and my lips. Taking his cock in my hand I put my mouth over his head and swirled my tongue around it. After a minute I slowly swallowed his thick seven inches to the hilt, letting it fill my throat and enjoying the heat his body was giving off. “God damn man,” he panted and pulled back slightly. I pulled partly off but left my lips partly around his head, “Good?” I whispered. “Fuck yeah,” he said and looked down at me.

I swallowed his cock again and worked him over for a few minutes. Pulling off his cock I liked my way down his shaft to two full and heavy egg sized nuts. I sucked one of his sperm makers into my mouth and rolled it around, covering it in spit. I moved to the next nut and kept one hand on his ass, pulling him in as close as I could. His balls started to draw up and get tight as I was sucking on them and jerking his meat. I quickly let up and engulfed his cock.  His breathing quickened. As I kept his cock in my mouth he released streams of hot spunk. His load was thick and his spurts of cum heavy. The salty brew flooded my mouth and I guzzled it down and savored the taste.

He relaxed after he came and braced himself on the stall walls while I stood up and tugged at his cock and balls. Egan let out a long exhale and shook his head, smiling at me. I leaned in and brought our chests together, whispering in his ear “That was outstanding, Marine.”