Super Jock Shorts - "Brad & Hank"
This is a non-canon short story, so please enjoy.
Jesus Christ, Dad! Brad thought, putting on a faltering smile to try and hide the intense embarrassment he was feeling that moment, as his dad drunkenly just cockblocked him.
He was chatting and flirting with this hot piece of ass--a total blonde lean twink with a pretty girthy bubble butt, the boy not so subtlety rubbing Brad's inner thigh, he was on the verge of getting the bottom’s room number when he felt a heavy hand land onto his shoulder.
Looking to his right directly into his dad’s light brown eyes, he could smell the beer on his breath as it wavered in the air. He was swaying and gripping Brad’s shoulder tightly to keep upright.
The twink excused himself, Brad immediately assuming that they were together and he didn’t want to get involved in a lover’s quarrel, even though that was further from the truth. Brad feeling his balls go blue watching that perfect ass bounce away.
“Come on dad, let’s get you back to the room.” Brad tried to keep the typical “embarrassed son of his drunken father” vibes out of his face and voice, but it was difficult given how near blackout drunk Hank Knight was in that moment.
Brad’s dad was only still on his feet, because he was leaning all of his weight onto him. With a half-full pint of beer in one hand and his other hand patting/half groping at his son’s meaty pec, he turned to Brad and said,
“Don’t be a buzzkill buddy boy, just one more drink.”
Hank tried to take another sip, but Brad willed himself to stand up to his drunk father and pulled the glass out of his loose grip, slamming it down onto the nearby bar and with a grunt yanking him away to the elevators.
Hank barely realized what was going on, since everything in front of him was a complete blur and although he was slightly annoyed at how much Brad was manhandling him that night, it didn’t really bother him all too much. If anything, it made his balls churn with weeks worth of backed up cum.
Brad finally got his woozy dad into the hotel elevator, letting him briefly rest against the wall--looking back one more time to make sure he hadn’t slumped down to the ground--then pressed the bottom for their floor. Brad wasn’t too surprised to learn that they would be sharing a room, but he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when his dad told him that they would be sharing a bed too.
He thought to himself, after hearing the news: Guess that rules out getting a good yank this weekend.
Soothing elevator music played as it went up and somehow in that short span of time, Hank was whispering suggestive compliments into his son’s ear.
“God, you’ve really filled out, haven't you boy?” “Fuck! Can barely fit my hand around this bicep.” “Fuck son…”
Hank then did something that if he wasn’t drunk, wouldn’t do: he grabbed a hold of one of Brad’s meaty ass cheeks. He palmed it like a basketball--which it was around the size of--letting the sheer weight of it rest in his hand. Brad didn’t mind, on the contrary, he liked it when a guy or girl played and worshipped his ass, but having his dad do it was a little weird. Still he couldn’t stop his cock from inflating with blood.
“Been working on your glutes?” Brad nodded, goosebumps forming all over his body. “I noticed when you were getting dressed for tonight, I’m glad you decided to wear what Miguel bought for you.”
“He likes getting clothes for you that barely fit, probably hoping that you would show some more skin--sometimes I think you should show off your body more often. No person this handsome and fit should hide their body under so much fabric.” Hank mused, letting Brad in on some of his inner thoughts and forgetting who was listening to them.
Brad didn’t know how to respond, instead tried to focus on anything else besides how aggressive his dad was pawing at his ass. He had to readjust himself only now noticing after his dad’s accidental spill of information that his khaki pants were extremely tight, especially around the crotch and thighs.
“God son, you don’t know how b-badly--,” Hank burped, cutting himself off and then resumed murmuring the rest of his word vomit. “Excuse me haha…how badly I wanted you to push me against the wall and wreck my tiny hole with whatever kind of size weapon you have.”
Brad was both shocked and very aroused, adjusting the swelling cock once more so that it laid across his hip. Meanwhile, Hank kept rambling about how much he had desired his own son, while slowly inching his hand past the hem of Brad’s slacks to discover that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath the pants.
“You naughty boy!”
Brad’s face grew a little red, but tried to pull his dad’s hand out of the back of his pants, failing when Hank started to dig his fingers deeper in between Brad’s deep ass crack. Eventually, finding the hairless hole hidden there, but before he could push those thick digits in--the elevator rang out with a loud:
DING!
The elevator doors slid open and Brad stepped out first, doing it quickly so much that Hank’s hand got ripped out of the back of his pants. Brad then helped his dad out of the elevator, doing it slowly as it seemed like he had become more drowsy than earlier. Hank leaned all of his weight onto his son’s side, holding onto the wall and trying his drunken best to stay upright. Despite failing to feel just how tight and juicy his son’s ass really was, he didn’t let the more than obvious bulge of Brad’s crotch go unnoticed.
They finally reached their shared hotel room, Brad switching on the light as he helped Hank toward the bed; he comically flopped face first onto the comfortable king-sized bed.
Brad looked at him and sighed, closing the door and returning to the bed, where Hank was completely knocked out and lightly snoring away.
The mentally exhausted stud thought to himself: Done with one task, only to find myself with another. Never again.
He began to undress his dad, first, pulling off his shoes and socks, then moving onto the wool jacket and button-up cotton shirt to reveal his dad’s hairless buff torso. Being a former professional football player for 20 years, definitely cemented a daily workout routine into Hank’s head. When he became a senator, he kept working out whenever he could and had remained very physically fit.
Hank’s massive chest was stretching out the shirt; Brad figured that it was a little old and tiny because throughout the night, he couldn’t help but notice how his nipples poked through the fabric and the buttons of the shirt seemed to be barely holding on. Brad pulled the shirt off carely, throwing it off to the side as he did with the rest of the ensemble.
To get his dad’s pants off was a bit of a hassle for Brad, he had to loop his arms underneath Hank’s torso and lift him up so that his ass was pointing straight up. Then, he unbuckled the leather belt before slowly pulling down the jeans covering what his frat brothers would call a “wide load”!
This was a night of firsts for Brad, he never really noticed how voluptuous his dad really was until this very moment and it awakened something deep inside; something he usually hid when he was around his parents.
The sight of the sheer amount of phat daddy butt flesh spilling out and over the straining black jockstrap that failed to frame Hank’s butt wasn’t what made Brad pause, instead it was seeing a round black circle slightly sticking out from in between those two mountainous ass cheeks.
Muttering under his breath, “What the fuck?!?” He pushed it gently with two fingers, watching it slowly slide deeper into Hank’s hole, who grunted in his sleep.
Oh so you like this huh? Didn’t know that my dad was a huge fucking slut, but I guess it makes sense.
Brad was going to leave all of this alone, thinking that he didn’t want to get involved in whatever sexual thing his dad and Miguel were messing around with, but a tiny annoying thought lingering in his head.
Two weeks prior to this little weekend trip, Brad had decided to stay with his parents over the spring break, getting the bright idea to bring along his fleshlight so neither of his parents would find any cum-stained sheets or towels, and therefore, warrant a punishment to be dealt out.
He did forget about the strict “No cumming” policy his parents issued years ago, but since not living under his parents’ rule for a couple years, that memory left his brain. So he was kicking himself when his dad walked in on him thrusting away hard at the tight, gripping, but slick silicone of the fleshlight. He had his wireless earbuds in and the volume of his phone playing very loud, so he couldn’t hear anything, not even the loud growl escaping Hank’s tightly-closed lips.
Instead, all of his focus was on the video of a hot, muscle-bound stud brutally plowing away at this blonde slim twink’s hairless boy pussy. Imagining himself as the stud that was fucking this twink--who he imagined as one of the male cheerleaders for the Crimson Cocks--holding that smooth straight hair tight in his fist, pulling his head back and sucking at his neck, while he prepared to cum deep in that bitch’s cunt.
He was close, so fucking close to cumming--but of course his parents’ especially Hank were always there to cockblock him from achieving orgasm.
Yelling pretty loud, “I’m fuuuucccckkkkiiiiinnnnngggg cuuuu--”
He could feel the breeze of hair as his dad’s heavy, meaty paw smacked down onto his exposed jock hole, the surprise of pain causing him to cum. HARD.
While he kept cumming, his dad kept smacking at his hole and ass cheeks, Brad even thought that Hank had caught his balls at one point but he barely remembers. Even when he had stopped filling up the masturbator with thick, musky splooge, his dad was so turned on, angry, and disappointed in his son for disobeying the rules while under their roof, he gave his son thirty more smacks.
Brad thought the punishment was over when his dad pulled the fleshlight off of his semi-hard cock, cum still oozing out, but it wasn’t and then he swiftly slipped a tiny, transparent cock cage over the flaccid piece.
“Now this will stay on for the rest of your visit Bradley and if it somehow comes off or me or Miguel find out that you're trying to relieve yourself without permission, we won’t unlock it when you go back to school. Do you understand?” Hank said, whatever he said was final in the Knight household and Brad didn’t argue with him.
Brad thought back to that night a lot over the past couple of weeks, so when that embarrassed memory popped back up and that his dad blatantly cockblocked him earlier in the hotel restaurant, AND he lectured him countless times on being presentable and conservative, while probably wearing a black buttplug made Brad extremely frustrated and angry at his dad.
Not really giving his ultimate decision a final thought, he pulled the skin-tight polo shirt, khaki pants, and shoes all off in swift fashion. In between his legs, hang a sizeable ballsack filled with backed up cum and a soft 8 inch cock that could make any straight man beg to suck and get fucked.
Giving his ignored cock a good couple of jerks, hopped onto the bed and slowly pulled the buttplug out of his dad’s hole, the thing was obscene looking when it finally popped out; two long strings of lube kept it attached to Hank’s gaping daddy pussy.
What a fucking hypocritical slut! Brad thought, shaking the huge long buttplug--well it was looking more like a monster-sized dildo stuffed deep in that snatch.
He threw it onto the ground, noting the heavy thud it made and returned back to the task at hand.
He aimed the tip of his dick at the slowly closing gape and thrusted forward, roughly ramming himself deep into his father. Hank grunted loudly, but his eyes remained closed and he never seemed to stir, so Brad continued to fuck and relieve his bad case of blue balls.
Gripping both sides of his dad’s waist, he first began to fuck his dad fast and rough, but knew that it would make him cum quicker and he definitely did not want the night to end, so he slowed it down and gave that tight pussy deep, hard thrusts.
But it seemed to be a near-impossible task, even though Hank was completely passed out, he was subconsciously gripping and milking his son’s thick fuckstick; if Brad had stopped thrusting he bet his dad would be able to milk all of the loads out of him without him doing any work. But he wanted his dad to feel every movement and hear (on a subconscious level) the slap of his teenage balls against his own.
Brad began to mutter louder and louder, “You fucking slut, you fucking daddy slut! Wish you were awake right now so you could hear this…hear your handsome bull stud of a son fucking your tight slutty hole!”
Unbeknownst to his son though, Hank was awake and could hear every word, pretending to be asleep so that his ploy wouldn’t be spoiled. He was biting his lips hard, which would definitely leave a bruise in the morning, but he could barely care about how long his boy was stretching him out. Brad would never know, but Hank was very proud of his son in that moment so proud he let out a big moan.
Brad kept going, loving the gripping, milking feeling of Hank’s hole around his cock, “Oh fuck daddy, so fucking tight you big daddy slut!”
Brad reached around and began to twist and pinch Hank’s fat perky tits, twiddling the puffy hard nubs that constantly pointed outwards on his chest. Hank couldn’t find a single shirt that could contain his beefy chest and pointy nipples, he could wear a sweater but the wool would make him so horny. Throughout Christmas, Miguel intentionally forced Hank to wear itchy wool sweaters just to tease him.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Brad couldn’t help but harshly slap his palm against the hard round globes, loving the red handprint that quickly formed and thinking to himself: As a reminder for what you did, you fucking slutty cockblocker!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Gaining a rhythm of smacking and thrusting, Brad was nearing orgasm rather quickly since he had been nursing a terrible case of blue balls for several weeks, but he definitely didn’t want the fun to end so he swiftly pulled out of his dad’s hole--well it was now a well-fucked, gaping manpussy dripping with precum--with a loud, audible (sloppy) POP!
Hank moaned lowly, biting the pillow underneath him hard and mentally screaming for his hunky son to never stop. But didn’t say a word out loud, he knew that it would probably scare Brad off and reveal more closely-guarded secrets.
Brad slaps his slippery cock against the bottom of Hank’s spine, then slowly slides right back in and begins to slow fuck his dad. He goes back to playing with those addictable nubs, twisting, pinching, and tugging, like he’s trying to milk a cowman. Hank is thrusting backwards--unable to help himself--every inch of delicious inch of Brad’s cock makes him want to beg and pant for more.
Brad can hear his dad speak in his sleep, but very lightly, “Oh fuck…mmmmhhhh--so fucking good boy” “Deeper son, deeper hnnnghhh!” “Cum deep in my ass Bradley boy, I need it bad. Your slutty cock bitch of a daddy needs that cum badly!”
Hank’s dirty talk turns Brad on immensely, he loves when cock sluts act like needy bottoms and beg for him to dominate them.
He grabs a handful of his dad’s hair and yanks his head back, biting his sweaty neck and going hard into Hank’s pussy.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fucking fuck! FUCK!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Brad spanks Hank’s butt once, twice, a third time with every powerful, ass-shattering thrust deep. Brad can feel his balls pulling up and shouts extremely loud, definitely waking up everyone sleeping on either side of their room.
“I’m so fucking close dad--oh FUCK! I’M CUMMING!!!”
Even while every load is pumped DEEP into that hungry cunt, Brad keeps thrusting away as his eyes roll into the back of his head and he tightly pinches both of his dad’s nipples, pulling on them harshly and drawing a deep moan from Hank’s tightly closed lips.
The last load of thick musky spunk comes spewing out, but Brad is still going and only stops when his dick becomes overly sensitive. Still cum is oozing out of his flared piss slit, he pulls out and
Like hot lava, it comes spewing out DEEP into that hungry cunt, while Brad’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he continues to pound his dad into the bed. Hank muffles a satisfied moan by burying his head into the mattress and successfully hides the load that he shakily pumps into the pouch of his jockstrap.
“Goddamn--fuck!” Brad groans, harshly pulling on Hank’s sensitive nipples and drawing a deep moan from his dad, but he doesn’t hear it.
Once he finally finishes, he bucks again and pulls out, hopping off of the bed but getting a sneaky, nasty idea. He gently grabs his dad’s head and turns it to the side, smearing ass juices and cum across Hank’s lips before going into the bathroom and taking a shower.
Hank waits for a couple of minutes, before licking his lips and savoring the delicious tasting mix of salty, sweet, and tang, before pretending to act like he’s asleep again when Brad walks back into the room.
Brad grabs the discarded buttplug and eases it slowly into his dad’s gaping hole, securing all of the loads into his ass, before pulling the sheets over both of them and turning out the light.
Surprising his dad, Brad cuddles lovingly with his dad and silently forgets him for acting like a cockblock--feeling like everything is resolved between them.
Damn, so hot
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