Joe froze as his father announced he was home. Frank wiped a blob of spunk from his face and realised the futility of trying to clean himself up as he awaited their inevitable discovery. Their gym teacher, Dave, appeared to be the calmest of all, standing proudly in the middle of the room as though he belonged there. Not a word was spoken, although many suggestions raced through their minds, they realised that the scene spoke for itself and no amount of explanation would hide the truth of what had happened.
"Hi dad." Joe said weakly as his father appeared in the doorway.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw them, naked and dripping with a combination of sweat and spunk. An eloquent testimony to the evenings events.
"What the fuck?" He blurted in confusion, seeing, but not believing, what was before his very eyes - in his own house too, by God!
"Hi Steve." Dave grinned, giving Joe's dad a cheery wave. "How's it hangin'?"
"Dave! What are you doing here?"
"Id've thought that obvious." He said, his grin growing wider. "I came round to talk to these two about the game on Saturday and found them going at it like rabbits."
Joe smiled bashfully at his fathers disbelieving stare and nodded. How could he deny it? His face was coated in spunk and his semi-hard cock gleamed with juices.
"You won't tell my dad will you?" Asked Frank, nervous of his own fathers wrath.
"He won't." Dave stated confidently, walking over to Steve.
"Oh won't I?" He said, defiantly eyeing up the bigger man who approached nonchalantly.
"They were only fooling around - just like you did once upon a time - or is your memory as long as your dick." Dave said.
"You're kidding!" Joe exclaimed, looking at his father in a new light.
"Shut up." Steve warned, threatening Dave with clenched fists.
"He must've been about your age Joe." Dave said, giving him a friendly smile as he sat on the edge of the sofa. "You know he used to be a useful rugby player, right?"
Joe nodded, glancing at his friend who moved to sit more comfortably in the chair. He scooched across the floor to sit between his legs and listened attentively as Dave went on.
"Well, he and I were in the same team and trained twice a week together."
"Don't do this Dave."
"That's not what you said back then." Dave grinned, cocking an amused eyebrow at his old school friend.
Steve remembered all too well what he'd said back then, walking home through the woods after practice: "This stays between us, right?" He'd said before taking Steve's cock in his mouth for the first, but not the last time.
It had started with a challenge; a pissing contest that Steve had won by splashing a tree which he didn't manage to reach. He'd given him the same cocky grin he was wearing now as he told the two teenagers about their illicit tryst in the woods, when he told him to suck his cock as a forfeit. Damn him! He hadn't forced him to suck it though, Steve had wanted to. His beefy balls still looked capable of churning out a good load too - not that he'd swallowed any on that first occasion - No way! He'd been impressed, and aroused, at the sight of his juice spurting through the air though, jerking himself off as he watched Steve cum over his shoulder and on his chest, using some to slicken his own cock. Dave had begged him to shoot it in his mouth, kneeling as he stood to oblige, jerking off hard and fast until his spunk flew straight down his throat. He'd been ashamed that his first blow job had come from a guy, but he couldn't deny he'd enjoyed the sensation of Dave's lips caressing his spunking cock, or the fact he'd been licked clean with obvious pleasure.
"I'm not gay." He'd said firmly, putting his cock away quickly.
"I guess I am." Dave had retorted, eyes glinting with mischief. "You won't tell anyone will you?"
"Of course not you dipshit. How can I after this!"
"Same time next week?"
Steve had thought it over, decided there would be no harm in their conspiracy and, for nearly a year had met in the same place at the same time to explore the various pleasures of oral sex. Then he'd met his future wife (the bitch!) and he'd forgotten all about it - until now.
Now his son, of all people, had discovered the truth. He looked at Joe and nodded, tears of shame coursed hot trails down his cheeks like Steve's spunk had done so long ago, reminding him again how it felt.
Joe felt like a Christian who'd been thrown to the lions and discovered they were pussy-cats! He looked up at Frank who gave him a knowing smile and said, "all this talk of sucking cock is getting me horny."
"Show dad your party-piece." Urged Joe, twisting round to encourage his friend.
Frank needed little encouragement to do that anyway and leaned forward, spreading his legs over the arms of the chair to pull the tip of his cock into his mouth.
Dave whistled appreciatively. "Now that's something you don't see everyday, eh Steve?"
Joe's father had never seen anything like it and could hardly believe his eyes, especially when his son crawled between Frankie's legs to help stimulate the enormous cock, licking round the base and sucking on his friends balls.
"It takes you back, don't it?" Dave said, suggestively stroking his thick cock.
"I don't do that stuff anymore." Steve said tentatively.
"Oh yes, i forgot. You're married now." Dave said, sliding to his knees before him. "How's the wife?"
"In a word - bitchy." Steve replied.
"It's been a while since you got your rocks off." Dave said, pulling his zipper down. "Come on - let me help an old friend in need."
Steve looked down as Dave opened the front of his jeans and took out his semi-hard cock. "I've had lots of practice since then you know." He added, proving it by working Steve's cock into full erection with knowing swipes of his tongue, lathering it from root to tip before leaning back to admire his handiwork. "Damn! You've still got a hot cock." He admired the thick, veined muscle, throbbing in his hand as he stroked the spit-slick shaft, popping it in and out of his mouth to relish the musky taste again.
"We really shouldn't...ooooooohhhh FUCK!" Steve groaned, as his protest was swamped by Dave's warm, wet mouth. Smothering his full length until he felt his breath tickling the shock of thick, black hair around his crotch then sliding it out to gasp; "Come on - Fuck my mouth."
Steve couldn't remember the last time he'd had a blow job and besides, his missus had never sucked him as good as this guy could. He cast a quick glance at his son and, seeing he was busy gobbling on Franks nob, began to stuff his cock down Dave's throat. "Go on then - suck it!" He demanded, thrusting his hips at Dave's face, holding his head tight to hold him steady. "How long you two been knockin' cock's together?"
"For a few months now." Frank replied, guiding Joe's head around his nob end.
"Just suckin', right?"
Frank caught a nuanced warning in the question and was relieved to honestly reply they hadn't. "Did you two ever..."
"NO!" Steve said, sharply interrupting him before the question could be spoken aloud.
Frank glanced over at Dave's hairy arse wiggling provocatively in the air and winked at Joe who followed his gaze, looked back, and grinned knowingly around a mouthful of his chunky balls. "Well I'm going to fuck him." Frank said, giving Joe's father a brazen look as he stood up.
"Jeeezus - he'll never take
that
!" Steve eyed the big, black one-eyed monster waving threateningly at Dave's arse.
"We'll see." He winked, kneeling down to take his hairy haunches in a firm grip. "Let's get him good an' ready first though." He said to Joe who knelt beside him to begin running his tongue alongside Frank's between the muscular cheeks.
Dave moaned around the mouthful of hot meat and wiggled his arse, happily parting his legs to allow them both room to manoeuvre. He'd been unable to contradict Steve's blatant lie about their further sexual escapades and decided, for now, to keep quiet about the time he'd had his virginity plundered by the hard tool plugging his mouth. The exquisite sensation of getting rimmed by two lithe tongues whetted his appetite for Franks huge cock which he couldn't wait to feel reaming inside him. A particularly adventurous tongue (Franks?) darted right inside his ring and he spluttered in anticipation. Steve thought he was choking him and pulled back to let him breathe awhile, watching Frank thrust a finger, then another between Dave's arse while Joe stroked his cock. "You're not going to fuck him too - are you?" He asked.
"If it's ok with you." Joe asked, concerned that his father was going to freak out.
"It's ok with me." Dave piped up. "It'd ease the way for that horse cock of Franks"
"Hey! I wanted you to take your cherry from my arse." Frank complained, pausing with two fingers embedded in Dave's arse to give him a reproachful look.