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Subject: Horny Dad Tales 3 Horny Dad Tales Bill Drake (ail) Horny Dad Tales 3 Camcorder The usual disclaimers apply: for adult readers only. Contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between men, some of whom are related. Keep the emails coming: ail. Camcorder Since I don’t really believe in fate, let’s just say I stumbled on it by accident. I’m a typical jock in a typical suburban town. I like football, parties, goofing around, and whacking off. Not necessarily in that order. I’d add fucking to the list but truth was I was pretty much a virgin there, cause I’d walked around Franklin High School for four years with the deep dark secret that Ben Jenkins, the crude, musclebound wide receiver on the state champion team, liked guys. I still wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to do with them, but I got that bloodrush to the head — and to my stiffer — whenever I thought about Jake Edwards stripped down after the game. My big jackoff fantasy was to imagine me and Jake just rubbing nude, sweaty bodies against one another til we came. One thing not on my list of favorite pasttimes was studying or homework. I coasted by pretty well by the force of my goofy jock personality, but now it was senior English and Mrs. Gladstone was busting my balls. Told me she was gonna fail me unless I pulled a B on the final project, a video skit based on a play we’d read. I’d skipped the day the class paired off for groups, so Gladstone made me do mine by myself. “And this way you can’t coast on your classmates’ work,” she admonished, handing me the xeroxed assignment sheet. So that’s why I was in my parent’s room that day. When I’d called to ask Mom where our video camera was, she told me it was gathering dust in the upper shelf of the master bedroom closet. Dad had gone through a shutterbug phase documenting every measly occasion before growing bored playing cameraman. “There it is,” I muttered to myself and reached up to the far reaches of the closet to pull it out. It was last season’s model, but would do for this project. Lightweight, and there was a tripod lying behind it, too. Getting back to my room, I plopped down on the bed and tested the battery. Surprisingly, it was still juiced. I refamiliarized myself with the buttons and controls, then noticed a tape was still inserted in the carriage. I laughed as I pictured what would be on there. Our summer vacation drive across Kansas? One of the Franklin High ball games, the field blocked by a bald head seated in front of my dad? Probably insanely dull footage of the neighbor’s bar mitzvah. Curious, I plugged in the video output cord into my small TV and pressed play. Holy shit! It was Frank Collins, a guy from my school. Actually, he graduated last year and was playing istanbul travesti football for State. Two things about Frank. First, he’s a little short for a football guy (5’9″) but he’s built. Brick shithouse at 200 pounds, not a trace of it flab. Second, the guy’s veins must be swimming in testosterone, cause he’s a furry gorrilla. Hair all over except on the top of his head, where even at 19 the hairline was receding. I could see it all from head to toe… well to the ankle, where the frame cut him off. The camera zoomed in tighter, focusing in on his meaty, forested torso and hard shaft. Which he jostled hornily in his hand. “Like that?” he asked someone out of the frame. “Yeah,” a deep voice grumbled. A familiar voice. “Stroke it.” The command turned Frank on. He began jacking off at a good pace and undulating his hips. His round nuts bounced up and down in their sack, slowly drawing up toward the hard jock spike. “Turn over, son,” the voice commanded. Frank’s expression broke into a nervous glance at the unseen man, then smiled as he flipped his beefy body over on the mattress. Sensually, he pushed his legs back and spread them just enough to make his firm ass mounds part. “Fuck, yeah. That’s beautiful, boy.” The man was entering the frame now. Naked. Erect. He was just as big as Frank and just as hairy. Only older. Mid-40s I’d guess. And he was crawling on top of the running back, spreading the young man’s thighs apart with his own furry legs. “Oh fuck!” I cried out and reached for the pause button. I quickly fumbled with my zipper and freed my hard cock. It was just like my jackoff dreams, only real. Two men lying together, one on top of the other, rubbing against each other. I started stroking my cock and pressed play again. The two hairy studs continued where they’d left off. The older man pinning the younger one beneath him. The two writhing, the man on top thrusting his hips forward feverishly. “That’s nice,” the older man said, “real nice.” “Yes, sir. Get me ready.” Frank’s head was rolling back against the older man’s neck. That made the man laugh. “Ready? Boy, you been ready the last hour.” Frank’s only reply was to hike his butt back. Ready? I wondered. Then I heard the man’s voice intone low and deep. “I’ve gotta fuck you now, Frank. I can’t wait any longer.” “Hold it,” the man behind the camera cried as he quickly shifted position behind the two on the bed, the lens pointed squarely at the two furry asses. “OK.” The older man did not waste another moment. His dick pushed down into the groove of the guy’s butt and nudged against the vulnerable pucker. Then it finally dawned on me. Damn, they were gonna fuck. Big Frank Collins was going to get fucked in the ass kadıköy travesti in front of my very eyes. My hand was now a blur on my prick, and I could barely breath or keep my eyes steady on the screen. “Unnnh!” Frank cried out, and the man’s grunts were close behind. “Holy fuck, Frank, you’re still so fucking tight.” “That’s it, Dad. Push it in. Unh! Fuck, you’re big!” “That’s my boy. That’s it Frank. Take your old man’s cock. Four fucking months without it huh?” “Too long, Dad. Way too long to wait.” “You don’t have to wait any longer, son. Daddy’s here. Can’t you feel my balls press against you?” I could see them. The camera wasn’t missing anything. “Yessir.” Frank’s normally gruff voice now meek and submissive. “Damn, you’re so tight!” This was blowing my mind. I’d never met Mr. Collins before. What an introduction! I had to let go of my dick before it exploded. As it was, my stick was vibrating like mad, primed to go off at the slightest physical stimulation. I was tempted to grip it and pump out a mad load, but I wanted to watch more. Mr. Collins held still a half minute while Frank’s butt quivered and shook beneath him. Then that full hairy rump raised up, extracting his heavy cock from the depths of his son. The prick pulled out to the tip, then plunged back in. “Whoo, boy,” he groaned. The camera looked down and showed the cameraman’s cock. It was big. Bigger than Mr. Collin’s or Frank’s. About two times as long, even. Nice nasty length of fuck meat. I knew I had a bigger than average tool, but looking down at my own hardon, I wondered how it would measure against this guy. As the camera pulled back up, Mr. Collins was looking back over his shoulder as he fucked away at Frank’s rear. “You getting hard watching?” he grinned. “What do you think?” came an unmistakable baritone. Damn, it was my father’s voice. That same booming voice which all these years had comforted me, punished me, and related to me as a friend as well as a parent. Mr. Collins growl and pummeled Frank’s upturned ass. “I’m thinking you’d love to do this to Ben.” Shivers raced down my spine the second he said this. “Ah Dad,” Frank cried. “That’s it. Hit that spot. Deep in there. Yeah. Feels fucking great. I missed you fucking me, Dad. OH!” Franks toes were curling and his back arching beneath his father’s heaving chest. He growled and I could make out a brutal stream of jism launch from his angry-red prick. “I missed you, too, boy,” Mr. Collins huffed, his fuck pace speeding up tried to catch up with his offspring’s orgasm. Loud slapping sounds filled the room as the man fucked his son harder and harder. I wasn’t sure how Frank could take the onslaught, but his body just lie limply in postcoital sensation bakırköy travesti while his father fucked for his own pleasure. “You ready, son?” “Um-hmm,” he nodded, eyes closed. Mr. Collins thrust in hard and raised his upper body up on his extended forearms. His eyes went into the back of his head. “Fuck!!!!” I saw his body shake violently in what had to be a ball-draining orgasm. He opened his eyes again and breathed out. “Wow!” he whispered. He patted Frank’s sweaty shoulder and dismounted his son. He paused and ran his hands along Frank’s furry butt appreciatively. “Nice,” he moaned, digging his fingers into the jock’s crevice, teasing the tender hole and digging out some of the sperm deposit. Lazily, he traced circles on his son’s exposed cheeks. Mr. Collins then looked up. “You raring to go, Mike?” “I thought you wouldn’t ask,” my dad said. The camera got passed between them and it was a few seconds before it pointed again at the bed. Frank was now lying on his back, and my dad was lying on top of him. The two were kissing. “Think you can handle my cock, Frank?” Frank nodded. “Yessir. I want it.” Hungrily his hands clutched at my dad’s muscular back. “Want it in me.” Dad growled and nuzzled his head in the crook of Frank’s neck, licking the knotted flesh and licking his way up to Frank’s ear. “Can I fuck you without a rubber? Take you like your daddy does? Huh? Gonna let me in there.” “Fuck me, Mr. Jenkins. Stick it in.” I could barely see between their thighs to the spot of penetration, but I gathered by the athlete’s grunts that Dad was pushing his cock in. “Thank you, boy. So hot. Trading fucks with your daddy. He left you pretty wet, huh?” “Yessir. My dad shoots a lot.” Dad choked back a grunt as he hit bottom and started fucking. “Yeah, pretty impressive. I got a bigger cock than your daddy, huh?” The voice behind the camera piped in. “Damnit, Mike, you’re hung like a goddamn mule, and you know it.” Frank wasn’t speaking now. He just held on tightly to Dad and fucked himself on my father’s cock while Dad held still, patiently. “Fuck, John, your boy’s gonna fuck himself off on my donkey dick! Aren’t there any boys at State taking care of this ass?” A laugh. “I guess not.” “You gonna share him with anyone else while he’s home?” Talking to Mr. Collins as if Frank weren’t there. Weren’t thrusting his open hole up and down on Dad’s erection. “Yates wants a piece of him.” The fucking noises were growing louder. “And I owe Harrison a big poker debt.” Dad powerlifted Frank’s body and speared him midair as the guy’s legs curled around Dad’s waist. “You perv,” he said to Mr. Collins. “Hell, I’m not the one sucking off my boy in his sleep.” That did it. My sperm shot. Everywhere… over my dresser, over the TV, all over the wallpaper. I don’t know where it came from, it just all poured out. “Oh god!” I heard. I looked up to see my father still dressed in suit and tie from work. He was out of breath, like he’d just raced home. “You found the tape.”

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