Date: Sat, 9 Dec 2023 21:14:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob <rob83401@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taking Care of Dave -  Bisexual Adult Friends

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Taking Care of Dave


Things hit different in a small town. Everyone knows you. It makes it
difficult to get away with anything in a place where everyone knows
your business. There's no place to hide.

I'm about to tell you how my father-in-law started feeding me his cock
snot, as he likes to call it. He has an amazing piece of manmeat dangling
between his legs; and his cum loads are legendary. If you think that
sounds like I'm crossing a line, you'd better stop reading now. It
all gets worse from here on out.

Technically, the first time he drained his balls down my throat was
nearly fifteen years ago. It doesn't really count though. Or I should
say, it doesn't count for him; because he doesn't know it was me on the
other side of the gloryhole at the adult video arcade. He didn't know
then; and I still haven't told him.

You see, I was curious about other dudes from the time I started getting
boners. Just curious. Checking out teammates in the locker room. A sneaky
peek at the urinal. But it was a small town; and things were different
all those years ago. As far as I knew back then, I was the only guy who
felt like that. I'd hear jokes about homos; but that wasn't me. I was
equally turned on by a juicy wet cunt. It just wasn't as easy for a
schoolboy to catch a glimpse of one of those. I don't think I'd
even heard the word bisexual at that point in my life. So while I
secretly dreamed about dick; I focused on chasing pussy, since it
was socially acceptable. I do love pussy: eating it, fingering it and
slipping inside it. I was still in high school when I met Lisa, the girl
who'd become my wife; and soon after, I met her dad. Let's call him
Dave.

I'd been married to Lisa for a couple of years before I actually got the
opportunity to suck a cock for the first time. Don't get me wrong,
married life was great; but the curiosity about guys was still in the
back of my mind. It happened in the next town over, about fifteen miles
away. There's an adult bookstore on the edge of that town. I'd passed
it a hundred times. It usually looked run down and seedy. But that
particular night, as I was driving past it on my way home, I noticed that
the outside of the building had been spruced up with a fresh coat of
paint. A sign out front said something about their "new video booths".
On impulse, I flipped a u-turn and pulled into the parking lot. I nearly
chickened out. I sat in my truck trying to summon some courage.
Eventually I put my ball cap on and angled down the brim; as if that
would keep anyone from recognizing me. I kept my head down as I crossed
the parking lot.

After I got some tokens, I went through the curtain into the back
hallway and slipped into the first booth I came to. I didn't realize I
could select what video I wanted. I just watched the first one that
popped up. Less than three minutes had passed when I noticed the guy in
the next booth was rubbing his finger along a hole in the partition
between us. I froze. I was pretty sure what he was signaling; but I
couldn't move. When I leaned down to look through the hole, I saw an eye
looking back at me. I jumped back and sat on the bench. Maybe I wasn't
ready for this.

But then as I sat there trying to summon some courage, I saw the head of
a throbbing pink cock start to make its way through the gloryhole. It was
already hard and leaking a steady stream of precum. I instinctively
reached out and wrapped my fingers around it. Now I'd never touched
another man's cock up to that point; but I'd read and watched a
shitload of porn, so without thinking I leaned down to lick up the pearl
of precum that was about ready to drip off the end. The taste made my
dick go hard as a brick. I squatted down so I could get my entire mouth
around his cock head. This dude must have been primed;
because two minutes later he was blasting his load down my throat.

After that first brief encounter, I was hooked. I would see the lump in a
dude's jeans and wonder what his dick looked like. I craved the taste of
a stranger's nut juice. I couldn't get enough. Some times I wondered if
things would've turned out differently if I'd had the balls to stick my
dick through that first gloryhole when the guy signaled to me. If I had
unzipped first and fed the stranger my jizz that night, maybe now I'd
be addicted to getting my knob sucked, instead of being
a hungry cocksucker.

At any rate, after that first time, I made it a point to stop at the
bookstore whenever I had a reason to visit the neighboring town. As
I learned the ins and outs of cruising for cock in the video booths, I
figured out the best times to cruise. I also got pretty good at spotting
which guys were looking to feed and which ones wanted fed. I started to
recognize some of the regulars, too. If a guy had a nice dick, or fed me
an impressive load, I would sneakily peek out the booth door
afterwards to see what the guy looked like as he left. Then I'd keep an
eye out for him on subsequent visits.

About three months into my new hobby, I was developing some skills. After
one memorable blow job, I got the shock of my life. When I peeked out the
booth door after swallowing an epic load, I saw Dave, my father-in-law,
quickly making his exit from the booth next to mine. I ducked back in the
booth so damn fast and locked the door. I was scared shitless. I was also
harder than I'd ever been, just knowing that Lisa's dad had unloaded
his nuts down my throat. I pulled out my prick and jerked off as I tried
to recall every detail. Fuck me. I had just swallowed my wife's
father's sperm. A blast of semen from that same cock twenty five years
ago had produced the gal that I married. The old man had a nice dick,
too. It wasn't huge, but it was really thick. As I thought about the
big creamy load he'd fed me, I came hard; splattering the video screen
in the process.

As hot as the experience had been, by the time I got back into my truck I
was panicking; thinking about how screwed I'd be if he had seen me. It
scared me so much, I vowed to behave myself. There was too much at stake
if I were to get caught. It was crazy when you think about it. I had a
wife I loved. I didn't have any feelings for the guys I sucked. I wanted
to have it all.

After some time passed, I started to go back to the bookstore to get my
fix of spunk; but only when I knew my father in law was working or
was out of town. As bad as I wanted another batch from him, it was just
too risky. However, I admit that I did fall into the habit of looking for
guys like him: older, beefier guys sporting wedding rings. They always
seemed eager to dump their load down a younger guys throat. On one
occasion, I was sucking a big dick through the gloryhole, when the
guy pulled his dick back and leaned down to the hole to whisper, "Unlock
your door. I'm coming over."

It wasn't a question. I did what he asked without thinking. I was in for
another shock when the booth door opened. Still on my knees, I looked up
and recognized Brad. He was a good friend of both my dad and my wife's
dad, about 25 years older than I was. He locked the door behind him and
unbuttoned his jeans before he recognized me. He just smiled and said,
"Looks like we both have a secret, Billy. You're a great cocksucker,
but you'd better keep your mouth shut when I'm not using it."

Now Brad is a big guy. He's got a good sized belly on him, in addition
to a broad chest and plenty of muscle. He owns a welding and blacksmith
shop in our little farming town; so his body is a result of hard,
physical labor. He made it clear from the beginning that he was in
charge. To prove his point, when he was ready to nut, he pulled out and
plastered my face with his first two volleys, before shoving his
prick back down my throat to feed me the rest.

Before I knew what he was doing, I was briefly blinded by the flash of
the camera on his phone. Later, he showed me the pic when we were outside
in the parking lot next to his truck. Frozen in time, it showed
me stroking my cock, with my face looking like a glazed donut. I told him
there was no need to blackmail me, I'd be happy to service him anytime
he wanted. That made him happy. He made it clear that he wasn't
ever going to reciprocate. That was fine by me. So for the next
several years, I kept Brad's big, bull balls drained for him. He was
content with my mouth, at first; but it wasn't long before he was
bending me over the pipe rack in the blacksmith shop and breeding my
hairy, married ass. I continued to serve that hot, alpha fucker until he
sold his shop and moved away.

Now fast forward to this past Memorial Day weekend. Like most holidays,
we would spend it at the lake cabin that has been in my wife's family
for a couple generations. It's rustic; but they've kept it updated and
added rooms as the family has grown. It's a favorite place of mine.
Mostly because Lisa and I have some of our hottest sex there. The room we
always stay in is one that was originally added on when Lisa and her
cousins were kids. It's on the opposite side of the cabin from the other
sleeping quarters, so we have plenty of privacy and don't have to worry
about being overheard. Lisa has also admitted that it turns her on when I
fuck her in her childhood bedroom. We have a great sex life; but she is
never as horny and uninhibited, as she is when we screw at the cabin.

The wife and I had both arranged to get off work early on Friday to get a
head start on the holiday weekend. We loaded up the Suburban with
groceries and our fishing gear; then swung by to pick up Lisa's folks.
It would just be the four of us that first night, with the rest of the
clan arriving on Saturday. It was a beautiful spring afternoon at the
cabin. The first hour, Lisa and her mom tidied up inside, unpacked the
food and made the beds; while Dave and I swept off the deck, and
split firewood for the weekend. Our last task was getting the boat
prepped and moored to the private dock at the bottom of the lawn.
With our chores out of the way, we broke out the beer, grilled some
burgers and then spent a relaxing night around the fire pit. When it was
time for bed, we retired to our bedrooms on opposite ends of the cabin.

It was well past midnight. True to form, being back at the cabin for the
first time since last fall, my sexy wife was insatiable. In fact, I was
just slipping my hard-on into Lisa's wet cunt to begin our second round.
Our first fuck had been fast and furious. I'd never seen her so eager to
slobber on my dick. I had managed to flip around so I could lick her
pussy, while she blew me and tugged on my nuts.  In the horny state we
were in, we had both known that I was going to dump my first load pretty
quick. We also knew that I would be able to last a lot longer before
delivering my second load.

The last time we were in this bedroom, I had surprised us both; when,
after I'd dumped my spunk in her, I had pulled out and slid down to
inspect her cunt. When I saw her beautiful pussy gaping open and dripping
with my nut, I had instinctively shoved my face in there to lick her
clean. And I mean every fucking drop that I could find. You might think
that I would've learned to do that years ago, knowing how much I love to
swallow a dude's baby batter. It had just never occurred to me until
then to eat my own jizz out of my lovely wife's twat.

When she realized what I was doing, Lisa went ballistic. She was holding
my head with both hands. She didn't let me up until she had orgasmed
again. Then she pulled me up to kiss her, both of us savoring our
combined juices. We continued to make out while I roughly fingered her.
When she started squirting, I immediately went back down until my tongue
and fingers got her off one more time. Ever since that night, snacking on
that fresh creampie has become part of our routine.

So tonight, after we'd both had our first explosive climaxes, we
cuddled while I nibbled on her hard little nipples. I was also reaching
down to gently slide a couple fingers in and out of her cum filled cunt.
It wasn't long before Lisa was pushing my head down to her crotch to
taste the nut I'd deposited. She has always been playful when we're
having sex; but there was nothing playful about the way she grabbed my
hair in her fists and shoved my face into the thick load of jizz I had
just planted. It was like she was possessed. I had only managed to slurp
half of it out before she ordered me back into the saddle to fuck her
again.

She quickly flipped around and raised her legs in the air, demanding that
I give it to her hard! By the time I positioned myself between her legs,
she was using three fingers to wildly frig her cunt. When she pulled them
out to make room for me, they were dripping with my jizz. I rubbed the
head of my cock over her swollen, creamy mound; then as I started to
enter her, she slid her slimy DNA coated fingers into my mouth.

Just as I bottomed out inside her, I got the eerie feeling that I was
being watched. When I looked around the room to make sure we were
alone, I nearly shit myself. My father-in-law was standing in the hall
and looking through the doorway. He was wearing nothing but his baggy
cotton boxers. His fat cock was sticking straight out through his fly.
How long had he been watching? It was his daughter I was fucking, for
christ's sake!

Rather than duck out of the way, he defiantly stood his ground. He held
an upright finger to his lips, signaling me to keep quiet. I don't know
what came over me. Maybe because I had an audience, or maybe because Lisa
was unaware her dad was watching her get her swollen cunt plowed;
whatever the reason, I started pounding her like a maniac. Rather than
hold her too tight while I rammed into her, I used the impact from each
thrust to move her across the bed so she wouldn't be able to see over
to the doorway if she looked up. Then I quickly flipped her over onto her
hands and knees and pushed her face down against the mattress.

I looked over at Dave. He must have realized that I had shifted Lisa so
that he could continue watching us. Still stroking, he gave me a thumbs
up with his free hand as he moved further into the room. I shoved
the full length of my prick back in her cunt, leaning back a bit to give
my father-in-law a better view of the penetration. My dick isn't as
thick as Dave's; but it looked fat as fuck, sliding in and out of his
daughter's pussy. I slowed down so he could see her cunt lips grip me
each time I pulled back. Then I opened my mouth and drooled out a string
of spit that landed on her exposed asshole. I used my thumb to rub around
her pucker (another of Lisa's favorites), then shoved my thumb right
up her ass.

Playing with Lisa's butthole as I fuck her never fails to get a moan out
of her; but tonight she was so worked up that she started squealing and
pushing back onto it. Dave had moved right up next to me, transfixed by
the sight of his daughter's ass as it blossomed open. I spit again,
before pulling my cock free from her cunt; and began rubbing the head
around her shithole. Dave was jerking faster now. As I started to
squeeze the head my hard-on into Lisa's hungry ass, Dave put a hand on
my shoulder to steady himself; then he let loose with an epic blast of
thick cum that hit the exposed part of my cock and ran down to pool
around her breached hole.

He aimed the following spurts onto my belly and pubes; then caught his
breath as I sunk my prick balls deep in her ass, thanks to the lube her
father provided. Lisa started to shake and wail as her orgasm flooded
over her. While she continued coming, Dave took advantage of the
distraction and slipped quietly out of the room; but not before wiping
the head of his dripping cock on my hip and giving me a pat on the ass.

I confess that I would've preferred that he was still watching; but I
knew I wasn't going to last long in her tight ass. I laid my weight on
her back so I could kiss her neck, while reaching under her to grab at
her boobs. I was tempted to tell her that her father had been watching
us; but I was worried about her reaction. One thing was clear in my mind;
I definitely wanted to repeat what had just happened, whether Lisa was
aware or not. Then, just thinking about Dave's hand on my hairy ass, I
blew my load. It felt like my orgasm was never going to stop.

After a little post-fuck cuddling and a quick cleanup, Lisa quickly
dropped off to sleep. I had so many thoughts swirling around in my head,
it took me longer; but eventually I drifted off with my hard cock nestled
in the crack of her ass. We had planned to take the boat out on the lake
early in the morning to see if the fish were biting. So I
definitely needed to get a couple hours of sleep.

Way too early the next morning, I was roused from my sleep by Dave
ringing the dinner bell from the cabin's kitchen and hollering that it
was fishing time. I could smell bacon cooking and fresh coffee brewing.
When I leaned over to give Lisa a kiss, she let me know she was going
back to sleep. She said she was getting too old to fuck all night and
then get up at the crack of dawn to fish. She told me that last night was
amazing; but that she had had to get up in the night and go to the
bathroom because her ass was leaking. She said she never would've
believed all that cum could have been from just one guy. I didn't think
it was the best time to tell her it had been a group effort.

I found Dave waiting out on the dock with a cup of coffee, having a
cigarette. He seemed extra chipper. He had wrapped up a couple of bacon
and egg sandwiches in some foil; and had a big thermos of coffee ready to
go. I asked him when he started smoking again. He said he'd snuck one
from the pack in my jacket hanging in the hallway.


"I hope you don't mind; but after last night I figured you don't mind
sharing."


He smiled and gave me a wink as he said it.

Now when I first woke up, I had wondered if things were going to be
uncomfortable between us today. But fuckin' hell, I wasn't the one who
snuck up on him. We had obviously both enjoyed what happened. I was
actually glad to hear that he was willing to joke about it. I was a
little worried that he might blame it on the beer, or try and pretend it
didn't happen. As it turns out, my mother-in-law had gone back to sleep
this morning, too; just like her daughter. It was only going to be me and
Dave out on the lake.

We didn't bring up last night again, until we had found a good fishing
spot, dropped the anchor and cast our lines into the water. The lake was
calm; and we were the only ones in a secluded bay. I lit a smoke and
looked over to see Dave intently watching me. When I passed him the pack,
he lit one up; then dropped one of his meaty hands down to the crotch of
his cargo shorts. It looked like he was well on his way to getting hard.


"Goddamn, son! I wish my wife was just half as eager for sex, as
our daughter seems to be. I hope you didn't say anything about me
watching last night."

"Not a word. It's a lot to unpack, Dave. I'm still surprised how
turned on I got, putting on that little show for ya. Never had anyone
watch me laying pipe before!"

"I've always liked you, Bill. You've been a good son-in-law. But I
have a newfound respect for you after seeing you in action. Christ! I'm
still picturing you working that big dick into that tiny little butthole.
It's something her mother and I have never tried; but it isn't because
I haven't asked!"

"So I'm curious, Dave. Is that the first time you've spied on us? I'm
not mad. Like I said, I enjoyed everything about it!"

"I swear that was the first time, Billy. I came to your room last
night hoping to catch you awake. I just wasn't expecting what I saw. But
the truth is, I was watching you kids go at it for quite a while before
you noticed me. I've gotta say, you did some things that really blew my
mind."


I hurriedly played back everything in my head. If he had been observing
us for very long, he must have seen us finish the first fuck, then
watched me eat my spunk load out of his squealing daughter. I suppose I
should be embarrassed, but he obviously want repulsed by it. Quite the
opposite, it seems.


"You're probably referring to me lapping up my own cum out of her
freshly fucked pussy? So you got off on that, huh? We haven't been doing
that for long, but Lisa fucking loves it now!"

"Fuck! Did she ever! It made sense, in a way, that you'd be into
that. You see, the reason I came downstairs to find you, I....   Well, I
saw my old buddy, Brad, the other day. You remember Brad. He's thinking
about moving back to town. The guy he sold his blacksmith shop to is
behind on the payments. Brad might have to run it himself, until he can
find another buyer."

"Sure, Dave. I remember Brad."

"I'll bet you do! After way too many beers the other night, Brad told
me how much he's missed having you around to take care of that big dick
of his. When he realized what he'd said, he tried to backpedal; but it
was too late. Billy, he broke down and told me everything. He said he
hadn't had to jack off for years, thanks to you! He said every load his
bull balls churned out that didn't go into a willing pussy went straight
down your throat or up your hairy ass!"


I didn't know what to say. Everything he said was true; I just didn't
know how much Brad had told him. I don't mind if Brad told him about the
things that he and I got up to; but I had also told Brad about that time
I had sucked Dave's dick through the glory hole.  Brad thought it was
hot as fuck to picture me blowing my own father-in-law, but he
had promised he wouldn't rat me out to Dave. Then again, I never thought
Brad would drunkenly brag about using my mouth and ass as his own
personal cum dump.

Dave let his cigarette hang from his lip; then using both hands, he
unzips his cargo shorts and pushes them down along with his white Fruit
of the Looms. He is hard as a rock. When I look up at his face,
he's smiling and watching for my reaction. I rub myself through my
shorts, curious about how this is going to play out? Dave slowly
starts to stroke his cock, his enormous balls lifting up on
each upstroke.


"So are you going to help me out, son? The best blow jobs I've ever had
have been from dudes. Now that I know you're a cocksucker, I figure this
could be a win for both of us. Come on, geton your knees, Billy. If
Brad's assessment of you skills was right, you're going to be gargling
my first load in a matter of minutes. I'm so fucking horny, I should be
good for a couple more nuts before we have to head back to shore."


I didn't need to be talked into it. I've been waiting for a second shot
at my father-in-law's fat prick since that first time I sucked it at the
glory hole. This is so much better; being able to see him, rather than
just nursing on a disembodied cock through the hole in a partition. On my
knees between his legs, I bury my nose in his thick graying pubes and
take a good whiff. I'm surprised to discover he
must've showered already this morning; but under the smell of soap is
the scent of a real man. I push his shirt up over the mound of his furry
belly. Then I look him in the eye as I start to lick the end of his cut
knob.


"Fucking hell, son! You do have a nice touch. Before you go any further,
how about licking these hairy balls for me? Brad told me how good you
were at worshipping his balls. Show me how bad you want it!"


There's no goddamn way I can fit both of Dave's bull balls in my mouth
at once. So one at a time, I show them the attention they deserve. My own
dick is trying to bust out of my shorts; but it can wait until I get his
first load out of the way. Once I have his nuts and pubes wet with my
saliva. I slide one hand up under his shirt and tease his nipple as I
stretch my mouth wide and engulf his cock.

If he really is good for a couple more loads after I get this one down my
throat, I start thinking about the logistics of getting my ass fucked in
this little boat. Still sucking, I loosen my shorts, reach down between
my legs and rub my fingers around my hole. I haven't had a dick in there
since Brad sold his shop and moved away. Can I handle Dave's fat meat
without lube?

When I feel him tense up and bring both hands down to firmly hold my head
in place, I know he's going to blast soon. I decide to fight my natural
urge to swallow, thinking I can spit his load into the palm of my hand
and use it to grease up my hole. He tightens his grip on my head and his
legs start to shake. I nearly nut in my shorts when he leans down close
to my ear and growls.


"Get ready to swallow my cock snot, Billy. I threw a jar of vaseline in
the tackle box this morning. My second load is going up your hairy ass!"




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