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Subject: Saturday Night Touchdown Saturday Night Touchdown by Soeixal 2019/October/20 DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional. All characters and situations are the creations of the author. Any similarities to actual persons or situations is purely coincidental. This is an gay erotic fiction for adults only, and contains explicit descriptions of gay sex, as well as themes of incest ******** It was a regular Saturday night. My son, Jaheem, and his best friend, Amani, were having their usual Saturday night sleep over. They’d been doing that since they turned 15, and now at 18 and in their senior year of high school, I encouraged it even more as we had no way of knowing if they’d make it to the same college. Jaheem was my prince. He stood 6’1 and was the top running back on his school’s football team. He had a chiseled physique, and had inherited my deep ebony complexion. His best friend, Amani, was a light-skinned boy, 6’3 and beefy as he played the tight end position. I was very proud of them as I too had played football until a knee injury ended my college career but it did allow me to focus on academics, and I switched to an engineering major. “Hey, boys! I’m off!” I yelled up the stairs. At 18, the boys no longer needed to be chaperoned, I felt, and so I spent those weekend nights drinking and playing cards with my buddies. “Aight, dad!” Jaheem yelled back. “See you later. Be safe out there!” “I will be!” I was about halfway to our usual spot; a nice quiet bar downtown, when my phone rang and I saw it was Terry, one of the guys I played cards with. He told me that another one of our friend’s young son had suffered an allergic reaction and was in hospital. He had been stabilized but the doctors wanted to keep him for observation overnight as it had been his first allergic incident. That meant card night was canceled. Of course I sympathized. I would have hated for that to happen to Jaheem. Still, I was saddened that our usual activity was off the table. “Hey, John, listen,” Terry continued. “I know it’s sad and all but I’m already at the bar. Since you’re on your way…I mean, we can still do our usual thing.” “Sure, Terry,” I smirked. “I’ll be there soon.” I pulled up in the small parking lot. It wasn’t the most popular bar; which was the reason we liked it. The darkened interior cave off very “man-cave” vibes, which prevented a lot of the young loud crowd from visiting. I walked up to the bar and greeted Tyrone, the owner and head bartender. He was a hulk of a man at 6’5 and built like a chocolate-skinned mack truck. “Yo, John. How ya doing?” “Cool, man. Heading into the back.” “Bet,” Tyrone winked. I walked down the corridor marked at its entrance with the bright red words “PRIVATE”. There were two rooms back there: a large storage area and another room with a round tables, several chairs and two leather couches. I entered the latter, and found Terry; sitting on a couch in the dimly lit room, bareback and stroking his thick hard dick. “Bout time your ass got here,” he growled. Terry stood 6’2 with a peanut-butter complexion. He also used to play college football but had let himself go a bit over the years. He was still muscular and strong but he had developed an obvious paunch over what had been visible abs. On the opposite end of the scale, I stood 5’11, and maintained a chiseled muscled physique as I committed to following the same diet as my son: lots of protein and healthy fats; carbs in the form of fruits, veggies, rice and oats; lots of water; no added sugar; no wheat products, and treats like candy or chocolate only once every two weeks. “No one else coming?” I asked, peeling off my shirt and unbuckling my jeans. “Nope. Just you and me tonight, he grinned, stroking his leaking dick. “Now stop talking and get over here.” Obviously, cards and drinking weren’t the only activities our group got down to. Once we’d had a good few games and some alcohol in our systems, clothes started coming off as guys kissed, licked and got down to sucking and fucking. We were all married and all on the DL. Our Saturday night sessions were our fulfillment of the need for man-sex without the dangers inherent in hook-ups with random strangers. Naked; with my stiff dick in hand, I knelt between Terry’s legs and licked along the belly of his massive dong. Compared to his, my stubby dick was a toy but I’d never let my lack of endowment bother me. I licked up the shiny skin to the slimy purple head. I sealed my lips around it as he moaned; suckling off the sticky precum. “Fuck yeah, John! Eat my dick,” he urged, a heavy hand to the back of my head. I moaned as I slurped along the thick shaft, sinking deeper with every bob of my head. I felt the pressure on my head as he forced me all the way down, and I happily obliged him. Among my card buddies, I was known as the dick-hungry slut. We had all attended the same college so they’d known of my proclivities for years. I was more than happy to service every dick in the room but was glad I got to concentrate on just Terry for one night. “Fuuuuuck!” he moaned, guiding me to work my throat on his pulsing shaft. I slobbered and slurped shamelessly on the biggest dick in our group; worshiping that mighty erection with every inch of my tongue. I suckled the loose skin around the base then sucked one of his big hanging balls into my mouth. “Ooooh fuck, man! That’s it! Gobble those nuts!” he moaned, shuddering. I swirled the big orb filling my mouth. I washed it gently with my spit; releasing it so I could do the same to its twin. I held the two balls by the base and licked all over them. Once I was done, I returned to the big purple head and swallowed Terry’s dick to the root. “Shit! I hope this ass is ready,” he growled, leaning forward and smacking my muscle butt. I moaned as he ran his fingers up my ass-crack then nestled one into my hole. He spit on his finger then worked it inside me. I pushed back on it; my dick hard as steel between my legs and drooling excited precum as his finger edged into my asshole. I opened izmit rus escort his jeans and yanked them down to his ankles as his finger easily sank in to the knuckle. “Get up on the couch,” he said. I obeyed, resting my arms over the back of the couch as he knelt behind me. My asshole winked in anticipation and I howled, feeling his wet tongue kiss my pucker. “Oooooooooooooooooh shit!” “Mmmmmm Hmmmmmmmmm!” he moaned, pressing his tongue into my chute. My dick throbbed and I grinded my ass on his face. He slammed both hands down on my butt and spread my cheeks, holding me still as he feasted on my pucker. “Ooooh fuck! Shit!” I gasped, trembling as the pleasure wormed its way up my butt. I could not help but push back on his determined tongue despite him trying to hold me steady. “Come on, Terry! Fuck me, man! I want that dick!” I whimpered, pulling my own cheeks apart and wiggling my hole on his face. “You really want this dick?” he chuckled, standing. His big dick poked out in front of him, drooling syrupy dick-juice. “Fuck yeah,” I moaned, staring at his delicious erection. He grabbed the tube of lubricant we kept under the cushions and smeared some over his throbbing dong. He poured some of the cool gel down my crack then fingered it into me. I danced on his embedded fingers as he sawed through my hole then kissed his big purple head to my entrance. He pushed in and I gasped. My hole stretched open as that bulbous head punched past my sphincter and into my depths. “Awwwwwwwwww shit, man! Fuck, that’s good!” I growled, holding my butt-cheeks apart as Terry forced more of his massive dick up my ass. I danced on that pole. I loved being filled with dick. I pushed back despite the discomfort until his entire dick was lodged up in me. “Oh shit!” I moaned, feeling his coarse pubes and the flab of his paunch nestle against my butt. “Your pussy always feels so good, John,” Terry moaned, slowly dragging his shaft backward through my hole. I moaned as he slid halfway out then punched forward. “SHIT!” I cried, feeling my hole forced open. It stung a bit but I loved the stuffed-full and stretched wide sensation of his thick long shaft in me. He sawed slowly; working my hole loose. I moaned with every push and pull; savoring the sensation as my hole opened up and he started thrusting faster. He held me by the waist, sawing more forcefully through me. “Ahhhh yeah, baby!” he moaned, “That’s it! Open up that fucking hole for me! Dance on my dick, you dirty bitch!” I started slamming back onto his pelvis; grunting as he punched forward; nailing me on his big dick. He was slamming into me when my chute yawned around his dick and he punched into my second hole. “AAAGGGHHH FUCK!” I howled, as he dug his fingers into my waist and pulled me back onto his knifing thrusts, driving his dick in and out of my second hole. I shuddered and could hardly breathe as every thrust shot jolts of pure pleasure into me. “Ohfuck! Ahshit! Hungh! Grrh! Shit! Shit! Ggggghh!” I panted, rocking back and forth as he hammered into me faster and harder; his belly fat slapping heavily against my muscled butt. “Oh fuck! OH FUCK! You want this fucking nutt, bitch?” he grunted. “Hell yeah! Fill me up!” I begged, looking back as he pummeled me. “Oh shit! AHHHH FUCK! HERE IT COMES, BITCH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!” “SHIT! OH SHIT YEAH! I FEEL THAT NUTT IN ME!” I yowled, as Terry slammed into me; his dick swelling and erupting hot creamy cum in my bowels. I whimpered and wiggled my ass on his big dick; clenching my anal muscles to milk out every drop. Slowly, he dragged his big dick out of me then smacked my ass hard. “FUCK! Still the best pussy I ever had!” he chuckled. “Damn right!” I said with a grin, spinning around to sit on the couch. I slid my lips over his wilting dick and sucked it clean from base to tip, drawing out any last globs of creamy nutt that my ass had missed while rapidly stroking my achingly hard dick. I whimpered on his pulsing dick; my hole pulsing and my balls twitching as my loins tensed up and I reached the breaking point. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” I moaned on his dong as my dick belched out ropes of creamy cum all over the couch and my thighs. Terry let me continue to suckle his dick, shuddering and grunting, until my orgasm subsided. He dragged his wet dick free and smacked me across the face. “Beautiful, you fucking slut!” he teased, rubbing his floppy dick over my face. * * * * * * * * I turned into the driveway to find the lights off. I guessed the boys had gone to bed already, thought that was odd as I usually found them still awake around midnight when I returned from the bar. I didn’t think much of it as I walked up the stairs and toward my bedroom. The thing about my house was, it was fairly large with the landing forking into two corridors. One led to Jaheem’s room and bathroom, the other to the bedroom I had once shared with his mother and its own master bathroom. I took a hot shower then collapsed on my bed, wearing only my loose pajama shorts. After that hot sexy session with Terry; and still feeling the sweet ache that his big dick had left behind after pounding me so damn deep, I wasn’t ready to sleep. I read for a little bit but got bored and decided to go downstairs and make myself a little snack. As I made to trot downstairs, I heard a faint moan from Jaheem’s room. I thought it was just my mind playing tricks until I heard it again. Had the boys brought a girl into my house? Not that I’d be mad but my dick swelled in my shorts as I imagined sneaking a peek at my son and Amani boning some young slut. I’d seen my son’s 18 year old dick hard when I’d accidentally walked in on him jerking off, and I knew he had a big one; way bigger than mine (and I was just a little bit jealous of that). As for Amani, I had seen the print in his boxers many Sunday mornings when I’d called them down for breakfast, and his dong rivaled Jaheem’s for sure. As I crept closer, the moans grew more intense izmit escort but I realize they didn’t quite sound like a girl’s. However, in the heat of sex I knew from experience that people could make some weird, and even ungodly, noises. I guessed it would fit for a girl getting pounded by two massive teen dicks to make some manly-sounding groans. The door to the room was cracked open a bit. I slid up close, pulling my stubby erection through the slit in my pajama shorts and stroking. I peeked into the crack and gasped. On the bed, illuminated by the moonlight flooding in through the window, Amani was on the bed face-down and ass-up, moaning his heart out while Jaheem loomed over him in a squat position, driving his thick dick in and out of his best friend’s pouted, loudly squelching asshole. As shocked as I was, my dick throbbed hard at the sight of the two chiseled teen bodies grinding in the moonlight. Jaheem’s hips were slamming back and forth rhythmically while Amani pushed his ass back to take my son’s dick even deeper. “Shit, Amani!” Work those ass muscles on my dick!” Jaheem growled, bracing his hands on Amani’s back as he leaned over him and pounded him harder. “Aaahhhh shit, nigga! Gimme that fucking dick, Jaheem! Fuck me deep!” Amani pleaded, spreading his legs. “Oh shit!” I whispered, stroking my dick and pinching my nipple as I watched Jaheem’s huge dong slide in and out of the sloppy hole. How long had they been at it? In the moonlight, I could see frothy white fluid creaming around my son’s pistoning dick and Amani’s asshole was pulsing like crazy. “Damn, nigga! You made me cream on your fucking dick!” Amani moaned, unwittingly explaining the situation. “You got me about to nutt!” “Don’t you dare fucking nutt!” Jaheem growled, stabbing his dick to the balls and holding himself there. “Hold that fucking nutt, nigga! Keep that shit in your balls!” “I’m trying, man! Shit! Your dick just feel so good!” Damn, I thought. I didn’t mind Jaheem being gay (because who was I to judge, right?). I was just glad that he was the one on top, dominating Amani’s hole. I was happy that he hadn’t turned out to be a dick-hungry bottom bitch like his dad. Not that I was ashamed of being a hole-for-use, but it was a father’s pride at stake. I had never been so wrong! “Aight, I want that nutt up my ass,” Jaheem said, yanking his dick free with a wet plop. He rolled onto his back while Amani clambered over him. My eyes bulged seeing Amani’s thick dick line up to my son’s eager hole. Jaheem moaned his pleasure as the dick plunged balls-deep inside him. “Fuck, nigga!” Jaheem moaned. “Beat my hole out!” “Hell yeah!” Amani growled, leaning over my son as he began pounding him. I couldn’t believe my son was getting fucked! I couldn’t believe he was taking that big-ass dong without so much as a grunt of discomfort! I couldn’t believe how fucking turned-on I was by it all, as I panted; stroking my dick faster. I keep focused on the scene inside. Amani’s hefty dick was slamming in and out of Jaheem like my son’s hole was made for it. The anal lips just opened up, welcoming Amani in while his heavy balls smacked my son’s butt. “Oooh fuck, nigga! Cum in me!” Jaheem begged. Shit, I thought, my son is as dick-hungry as I am! Still, I couldn’t help but be aroused. My dick was leaking precum all over my fingers, and my fist was squelching as I stroked faster, feeling my balls tense up. I was going to bust real soon! Inside, the boys were close to orgasm as well. Jaheem was stroking his dick while Amani held his legs apart as he slammed that hole-plunger in and out of my son’s loose chute. “Ahhh shit, nigga! I’m about to bust!” Amani grunted, plunging harder. “Yeah, nigga! Nutt in me, Amani! Breed my pussy, dawg!” Jaheem whimpered, stroking his own huge dick even faster. “AH SHIT! AH SHIIIIT! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Amani roared, stabbing his dick in hard and deep, and holding himself there. I watched as his balls twitched and the base of his shaft pulsed as he pumped my son full of cum. “FUCK, NIGGA! AHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Jaheem growled, his legs trembling as I watched shiny white ropes of cum spout from his dick and splatter down over his face and chest. Both boys’ moans and orgasms sent me over the edge. “AHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT! FUUUUUUUUUUCK! AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!” I yelled, losing control of myself as I soaked the wall opposite me with my pent-up cum. It hit the surface like a heavy ran on a tin roof as I shook and shuddered. My knees turned to jelly and I pressed my back against the wall to hold myself up. By the time I recovered and opened my eyes, the boys were standing in front of me, grinning. “Hey, dad,” Jaheem started. “Thought you’d be out all night.” “We decided to call it an early night,” I lied. “Oh, did you, Mr. Jones?” Amani added in sarcastically. “Or did you want to see your son get fucked?” “Now, Amani,” I said, trying to sound authoritarian. “You will not speak to me like that in my house.” “Come on, dad! The jig is up!” Jaheem countered. “You’re still looking at our dicks,” he said, stroking his semi-hard dick. I hadn’t realized it but I had been staring at their dicks. Both boys began to stroke, swelling their dongs to full erection: one ebony black and downward curving; the other caramel brown and straight. My own dick was still hard as steel, and I stroked myself lightly. “You want this dick, don’t you, dad?” Jaheem asked. “W-What do you mean, son?” “I know you been watching me jerk off since that first time you caught me. You didn’t think I knew you were there, watching? Why do you think I always faced the door and kept my eyes on the porn playing on my laptop? I knew you were enjoying the show.” I was stunned. I had thought that I had been careful when I peeked through the crack in his door all those times. I thought I’d been quiet when I came at the same time I saw him cumming. How could I have messed up so badly? “Don’t worry, Mr. Jones,” Amani consoled. “We’re all just horny guys here.” He placed his hand on my shoulder kocaeli escort and forced me to my knees. “Why don’t you be a good chaperon and suck this dick.” He tapped the pink head of his dick to my lips, and I was such a dick-hungry slut that I simply opened my mouth and took it in. “Damn!” he moaned. “See, Jaheem! I told you your daddy was a cock-sucker, same as you are.” “Fuck! Seems so,” Jaheem snickered, stroking his dick. I moaned, feeling helpless to stall my lust as I nursed that big pink head. Amani’s hand clamped to the back of my head and guided me to take more of his stiff thick shaft into my mouth. I suckled on the warm flesh, feeling it pulse between my lips. I wrapped my hand around the thick base, stroking half the shaft while suckling on the other half. “Ooooh yea, Mr. Jones. I appreciate this,” Amani chuckled, “but you gotta take it all the way. I know you can swallow this dick.” Without thinking about it, I accepted his challenge and worked my lips further down his throbbing teen erection. It got thicker the further I went and I had to open my throat up to let him in. “That’s it,” he hummed, holding my head in both hands and forcing the rest of his dick down my gullet. “Damn, dad!” Jaheem whispered, stroking his dick faster and pinching his nipples. “If I had known, I’d have had you sucking my dick a long time ago.” “Fuck yeah, you would have!” Amani agreed. “Me too. Damn you suck good, Mr. Jones!” I moaned at Amani’s compliment as I worked my throat up and down his pulsing shaft. I slurped noisily as I retreated to the head; spit dribbling from my lips then plunged down to the base, gurgling on that thick dong as I inhaled Amani’s pubic musk. “Lemme get some of that,” Jaheem said, moving in. Amani slid his dick free and Jaheem presented his for sucking. I kissed the purple head of my son’s dick then slurped it into my mouth, savoring his moans as I nursed on it. I relished his sticky dick-juice as his curved dong pulsed between my lips. He cupped my head in both hands and guided me to swallow him. It was easier than Amani’s straight pole as the downward curve of Jaheem’s dick let it fit perfectly down my gullet. “Ahhh shit yeah!” he cooed, looking down at me as I looked up at him. I inhaled the musk of my son’s curly pubes then went to work pleasuring him. I slid down to the tip then back up to the base, working my throat on his entire length. I churned my head on his dick and fondled his balls. “FUCK!” he cussed, throwing his head back and thrusting into my throat; the grip he had on my head tightening. I held still and let him fuck into my esophagus; spit dribbling down my lips and chest as he slammed in and out my mouth. “That’s it, Jaheem! Fuck his throat!” Amani encouraged, sidling up behind my son and pinching his nipples. That sent Jaheem crazy as he turned his head and sucked on his best friend’s lips while pushing his butt back on Amani’s dick with each withdrawal from my throat. “Fuck your daddy’s throat,” Amani growled, pushing Jaheem forward. I had to turn my face skyward as Jaheem braced himself against the wall. His dick slipped in and out even more smoothly as it was a straight shot down into my throat, regardless of the curve in his dick. I choked around his plunging dick as I heard Amani spit and Jaheem moaned, grinding his pubes into my nose. “Yeah, Amani! Get my hole wet!” Jaheem cooed, pushing back as Amani fingered him. The tight end stroked his thick dick then aimed it to my son’s asshole. “Ahhh shit yeah, nigga!” Jaheem gasped, shuddering as Amani sank his dick home inside my son’s eager ass. “Yeah! Take this dick!” Amani grunted, punching back and forth through Jaheem’s ass; his pelvis clapping against my son’s butt. I took the initiative and resumed slobbering on my son’s dick; painting the length with my slimy saliva as Jaheem yelped and yowled in pleasure from the hard pounding. His dick pulsed hard in my throat but I kept up the sucking; swallowing him to the root. I kept his dick lodged for a moment then retreated to swab my lips up and down half the shaft, focusing on the bulbous purple head. Jaheem cupped my head in one hand, thrusting in and out of my gullet. “That’s it, Jaheem! Fuck yourself on my dick!” Amani ordered, holding still as Jaheem slammed back onto his dick then plunged forward into my throat. I choked and gurgled on my son’s thick shaft while stroking my own achingly hard erection. “Oh fuck, nigga! I’m about to bust! AHHHHH SHIT! FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! GGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” I choked as Jaheem’s dick slammed into my gullet then erupted hot cum. I quickly retreated to the head, swallowing as fast as I could. His creamy load gushed into my mouth, and I relished his fruity-milky flavor. His dick continued jabbing between my lips, however, as Amani fucked his ass with increasing gusto. “OH SHIT! FUCK, NIGGA! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT! AAAAGGGHHHH!” he roared, slamming into Jaheem and making my son whimper like a bitch; no doubt feeling his friend’s hot cum flooding his bowels for what I assumed was the second time that night. Their deep moans, and Jaheem’s dick cumming in my mouth pushed me to the edge. “MMMMMMPPPPPPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” I moaned, sliding my nose into Jaheem’s pubes as I came; shooting my creamy cum all over the floor between their legs with my son’s dick down my throat. “Damn! That was wild,” Jaheem chuckled, sliding off Amani’s dick while pulling his own from my lips. “You were amazing, dad.” I whimpered as Jaheem leaned down and sucked on my lips; feeding me his tongue. I was hungry with lust as I suckled on his oral muscle while he pinched my stiff nipples. “Yeah, Mr. Jones. You were awesome,” Amani agreed, kneeling and sucking my dick into his mouth. I shuddered like crazy as Amani drained the last globs of cum from my softening dong. “After all that, I’m beat. Come on, dad,” Jaheem said, as he and Amani pulled me to my feet and led me into his bedroom. We lay in a clump on the bed: Amani on his back rubbing my head as I lay on his chest, and Jaheem spooning his soft dong against my butt. Caressing and enjoying each others’ bodies, we quickly fell asleep. ******** Thanks for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it. You can let me know what you thought of it @ ail Also donate to NIFTY to keep the stories free.

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