Treasure Trail Whore (Gay)

[bibear41]

WHERE A TREASURE TRAIL LED


It had been four years at least since I had encountered any type of gay sex and I had pretty well resigned over to the thought that it never would happen again. I was, after all, married, very closeted and living in a small rural area.
Then….
My daughter’s fiancé spent two months in our home while he was out of a job and awaiting the start of college classes.
He and I enjoy the same genre of movies and so we decided we would have movie days when we would sit and watch DVD’s for hours.
About three weeks into this arrangement, the girls decided to attend a wedding in Tennessee and we opted to stay home.
With no one to bother us for the weekend, we were able to pretty well lounge around and enjoy movies, a few beers and just hang out, as the young people say.
I recall we were watching PLANET OF THE APES, an old movie he had never seen. Charlton Heston was young and impressive as the main actor.
I made mention that, while he is old now, he had a nice, muscular body in his day. Nothing much was said other than that.
I went to the kitchen and got us a beer, and when I returned to the room, my wannabe son-in-law was stretched back on the recliner, his shirt wide open. He was posing with his chest thrust upward and his arms back revealing well defined biceps…and a terrific treasure trail.
I almost swallowed my tongue. My daughter had said he had a hairy chest but I had not seen it. I had noticed hair spiraling over his tee-shirt on occasion and wondered. Hairy chests were always my weakness.
“Hey, dad, ya think I could be a movie star?”
His laugh echoed in the room as my eyes covered the strong, young body stretched out before me.
Taken aback for a second, I stood there staring down at him.
“Well, heck yeah…with a hairy chest and that great treasure trail, I’d vote for ya to get an academy award!” I offered, smiling down at him.
He looked puzzled and asked “What’s a treasure trail?”
I was surprised that a 23 year old man did not know what it was; but I set the beers down and knelt beside the recliner. His eyes met mine and I ran a finger from the middle of his chest down the trail of dark hair which spiraled into his faded jeans.
“That’s a treasure trail, buddy,” I said, as my finger moved slowly downward along the twisted curls. He lifted his hips slightly as my hand moved.
“It’s called that because it leads down to the treasure below.”
I looked up at him and neither of us laughed this time.
Then, it just happened. I know people say that all the time; but it did. I did not plan it.
I laid my hand on his flat stomach just above the waist of his jeans. He took a deep breath; and when he did, the waist of the jeans rose a little and revealed the head of his already hard cock straining upward.
He looked down, then at me and, before he could say a word, I ran my hand down into the jeans and touched the warm globe.
Our eyes met, yet neither of us spoke.
The moment was both strange and sensual.
I heard him moan and say “oh, damn…dad…” when he felt my hand on his cock. He closed his eyes for a second and seemed to relish my touch.
The movie was still going, but neither of us paid any attention.
I knew it was taboo, but my hand refused to move away. Rather, I slid it on down into his jeans and laced my fingers around the thick shaft.
I felt his hand on my arm and I should have gotten up and apologized, I suppose; but instead, when his eyes closed, I turned and saw that there was pre-cum already oozing from the gaping, tempting slit in his cockhead.
I admit I was about to go down on him when I felt his hand grip my arm tightly and he groaned loudly.
He bucked upward, his chest heaving.
I looked down just as thick, white cream shot from his cock. His lust milk spun upward and splattered over the perfect treasure trail. I pushed my hand further down into his jeans and cupped his hairy balls, kneading them gently as he shot his full load. He emptied his ball sac all over his belly and chest. I resisted the definite temptation to take that load orally.
I wanted to and that bothered me.
He began to apologize for “shooting off” as he put it. I countered with my own apology and told him to stay still so I could go get a wet rag to clean him up.
When I got back, he was laying still, his semi-erect prick resting to one side.
I knelt again beside the recliner and began to clean the jism from his belly.
“I can do that, dad,” he said, but I paid no attention.
I lifted his cock and cleaned the sticky, veined shaft. Then, I wrapped my fingers once again around his love muscle and pulled upward.
A glob of cum oozed from the slit again.
I looked up his chest and met his eyes.
It had gone this far. Too far; but it was done now.
He had to know that I was turned on, and it was more than obvious that he had been as well.
Youth has its benefits and one is that the time interval between cumming and another erection is miniscule. His cock was already growing in my fist.
“We better stop,” he whispered, staring down at my hand around his swelling dick. He was right and I knew it deep inside.
I asked if he was sure he wanted me to stop, and he was honest.
“No, sir….I’m not.”
Looking right into his eyes, I wantonly squeezed the hot cum drop onto my tongue. I let him see it, and then simply swallowed.
I leaned into his muscled torso and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked gently and lovingly, and allowed inch after inch to go deeper until I could feel his crotch hair against my nose and chin. Back up to the head and down again I rode slowly, feeling the pulsing cock grow again to full erection.
I felt his hands on the back of my head as he guided me up and down the smooth tube.
I lifted off his cock for a second and grasped the shaft and pumped it as he watched in unbelief.
“I can’t….believe this is… happening,” he said.
I had to agree. I needed to stop. I needed to run.
Instead, I buried my head between his legs and feasted on his hairy balls.
He moaned and cursed and grabbed his cock and pumped fast, as I sucked those fat nuts.
In seconds, his breath was coming fast and his moans told me I had to move fast to catch the explosion that I felt building in his balls.
His legs stiffened straight as my lips covered his spurting cockhead. I moved his hand and replaced it with my own as I stuffed the full cock into my throat.
He lifted his ass and pushed deep and clung to my head as he fucked my face with gusto, releasing his full creamy load. He held me in place and groaned out his pleasure.

I took every drop, all the while running my hand over his chest and tweaking his nipples. His moans and grunts of lust spurred me on, and neither of us gave a thought to stopping anything.
When he had calmed – he never got soft – I slowly backed off his well-spent piston, got up from my place on the floor and gave him his beer.
We did not know what to say, so we stared at the TV, pretending to watch the end of the movie.
Less than an hour later…well, that’s another story.

 

[bibear41]

Next encounter with SIL

My daughter and her new hubby arrived for the weekend with us. We had not seen them in two months.
The son-in-law, Lance, had shaved a full beard because it was required for his new job, so I noticed right away. He hates it.
When I hugged him, he asked me to rub some hair on him, so we jokingly played the part. I rubbed my beard on his cheek, and he whispered that he needed me to rub other places...the girls did not catch any of that... I said, "we can handle that at the trailer later."
The girls had gone on inside. He grinned his approval, took my hand and "showed" me what he needed. His cock was hard as a rock! I just whispered "Ohhh yeah"...
He and I had discovered our lust for one another about 6 months back, but that is another story.
Long story short, we piddled with the girls awhile and they went to finish cooking dinner. My daughter had said for us not to watch movies, which we usually did.
"Do something else We will eat soon.."
It was perfect. We said we were going to the rental trailer we keep to check the heat etc. since it was cold now and it might need some attention before renting it again.
I knew the trailer was fairly warm, but all we wanted was to relieve that raging hard on between Lance’s legs.
I locked the door behind us and Lance took the cue. We knew we did not have a lot of time, so we were going to make the most of it. He asked me to sit down on the couch.
He stood right in my face and unbuckled his faded jeans. I ran my hands up under his shirt and into the familiar hairy chest, tweaking his nipples as he unzipped.
He said his balls were about to explode and that he had hoped we could "do this" all the way here. He was so hard, he had to slip his jeans down to his knees to let his cock get free...and boy did it.
He was definitely ready; that smooth knob topped his shaft which stood firm out of the dark brown curls of his crotch -- right in my face. He grabbed the shaft and jacked it a little and pre-cum oozed from the eye.
I knew we dare not get naked but I told him to at least take off his shirt. (I just get into a hairy chests... doubles MY pleasure).
His balls were already bunched up in anticipation of exploding, and I knew it was going to have to be a quickie.
When he crossed his arms over his chest and pulled the shirt off, I wrapped my fist around his cock and took half of it into my mouth eagerly. He smelled good, a masculine musk of some kind. He shivered above me and threw his shirt on the back of the couch.
I licked and rode his swollen cock up and down a few times, then he asked if we could "do like we did that weekend" (when the girls went to a family wedding). I knew what he meant. That’s how all this started.
I lay back on the couch, stretched out and he stepped out of his jeans and he stood at my head and rubbed his cock against my lips.
I took it like that for only a stroke or two and he straddled my chest. Then he took his spittle-wet cock and pushed it back into my waiting mouth.
Lance leaned over me with his hands on the couch arms --- and in seconds he was ball deep in my throat and thrusting. THAT was how we had done it several times when the girls were gone and I knew he liked it that way... and so did I. I just took his balls in one hand, rubbed up his hairy belly with the other and let him do his thing!
I guess he may have pumped 10-12 times and he began to grunt and moan... and that 6 3/4" skin flute of his shot like a cannon. He knows now that he doesn't have to pull out; when I let go of his balls and grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him to me, he just let go his full creamy load.
He was so hard that I gagged a little and I had to push him back some to get my breath; but he kept pumping as I gained composure. He had gained some weight since I last saw him, but he looked good to me as his chest tensed and his muscled arms tightened as he fed me warm, cream drenched inches of manhood.
I let him finish unloading his pulsing cannon before I swallowed.
Once I had taken his load, he slowly pulled his still erect cock out of my mouth. Rather than let him get off me, I laced my fingers around the slimy shaft and pulled forward. A glob of jism filled the gaping eye.
When he saw it, he took his cock in hand and wiped the cum drop onto my waiting tongue. I remember thinking this was like something out of a porn movie.
I looked at the clock on the TV and only 16 minutes had passed since we started on the couch.
Lance lifted off of my chest and we both sat up. He sat down, leaned back and his chest was heaving as he tried to calm down some. I checked my shirt to make sure there were no tell-tale droppings.
He was resting his head on the back of the couch and started slowly playing with his cock again. It had not gone down hardly any at all, and that made him begin to stiffen again in minutes.
I knew we should go back to the main house, but it was just too good and too long since we had been alone. I got up and checked through the blinds to make sure no one was on their way over.
He thought I wanted to go, and actually apologized for cumming too fast.
He was naked except for socks and, even with his new paunch (which is not all that big, just new to me), he looked so hot slowly toying with his cock.
I said, “We have time and you look like you can go again.
He grinned and said he could “in a minute, if you want it again.”
I wanted it again.
I quickly re-checked the blinds and sat back down on the couch. I told him to stand up on the couch. He grinned and obliged, hovering over me and steadying himself against the wall.
That well-sucked and still hard young cock was ready again alright. It stood straight out from his thighs, inviting me to take it again. He put one hand on my head and guided his cock to my open mouth with the other.
His balls however got my first attention as I pushed his cock back against his belly and licked at them slowly.
He soon began moanng and whispering, “Ooooooh Dad…. feels so fuckin’ good…suck em….yessssssssssss”
That just made me hotter and I took first one hairy testicle then the other into my mouth and rolled my tongue over them until his legs were trembling. He put one foot up on the back of the couch and I slid down a little so I could see up his body better.
He let me suck those furry balls a minute and then he pulled them out of my mouth and pushed the shaft of his cock downward.
I sucked just the bulbous head in and ran my tongue around it over and over, wanting more of him….and he was good at giving it.
I ran my hands over his strong legs and smooth thighs and welcomed his warm, veined inches into my throat again from this new angle. I leaned far back and he put one hand under my chin and started a slow pumping of his hips again. I slid sideways again and I could see he was watching this action as he moved in and almost out of my mouth over and over.
Soon he had his balls slapping against my chin.
His legs began to shake a little and I knew he was about to explode... again
I let one hand fondle his balls and I could almost feel a load rumbling as they bunched and tightened.
It was just so hot and sensual, my own cock was about to explode in my pants! I heard myself moan loudly, wanting to give him – and myself - that pleasure again.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I’m gonna cuuuuuuuuuummmm….” He groaned out his animal lust and pleasure.
I quickly moved back enough to grab hold of his cock and he emptied his second load as I felt it pumping through the thick shaft into my throat. When he shot his load, so did I!
As his powerfully hard dick filled my mouth, I exploded over and over. It was so intense emptying our cocks at the same time.
Again, I swallowed his load with relish, eager for more of him.
He moved back slightly, pulling his spent cock from my mouth slowly. He stared down at me with glazed eyes and the now sensitive head of his cock rested on my bottom lip.
I gathered his balls together with his lower cock shaft and pulled them to me, and gently tongue-vacuumed them.
He grasped my ears and pulled me to his thighs. He moaned out that he liked the way my beard felt against his cock and balls.
The clock revealed we had been gone about 45 minutes.
I confessed to him that I had shot off at the same time he did. He said he thought I might have because I was “grunting”, as he called it. He emphasized that I was moving my head side to side a little and the vibrations of my “grunts” on his prick pushed him over the edge.
He said it felt like I was humming.
I reminded him that is why they often call a blowjob a hummer.
We laughed and joked about it as we calmed ourselves a minute; he put his clothes back on as I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up, making sure there was no evidence of the activity.
We gathered our composure and went back to the house.
“Did you get your stuff done over there,” my wife asked.
We looked at one another and tried not to smile
“Indeed, we did, dear. All our stuff is done for right now.”
Lance interrupted.
“Except the shower door,” he winked at me, “we need to go later or tomorrow and find some screws to put it back on right.”
“Oh yeah,” I tried to look as serious as I could, “I almost forgot.”

 

[SpanishGirlyBoy]

MMM very hot bibear. Having a really nice stroke with your story. I hope there's more...

 

[starscape]

I read both of your chapters, but I did find it rather difficult to read because there were no spaces between paragraphs. I kept reading because the narrative was pretty forward-moving and it was fairly clear in my mind where one paragraph ended and the next began. However, if you want more people to read and comment on this, I think you should consider editing your posts to put in the spaces between paragraphs.

I thought the story in itself was pretty hot, which was part of the reason I kept reading despite the formatting issues.

Some thoughts:

(1) I think you overuse ellipses a bit, including them when they are not really needed. For example:

When I hugged him, he asked me to rub some hair on him, so we jokingly played the part. I rubbed my beard on his cheek, and he whispered that he needed me to rub other places...the girls did not catch any of that... I said, "we can handle that at the trailer later."
The girls had gone on inside. He grinned his approval, took my hand and "showed" me what he needed. His cock was hard as a rock! I just whispered "Ohhh yeah"...

And here:

"Do something else We will eat soon.."

I don't think ellipses are necessary/appropriate in any of these places. Also, ellipses are three periods only ("..."), not two or four.

(2) Spell out numbers, e.g., "10-12 times" should be "ten to twelve times".

(3) That measurement of Lance's cock was awfully precise--'6 3/4" skin flute of his'--and not really needed I think. Unless you include a scene where he measures the guy's cock with a tape measure I don't know how he could possibly know how big he is within a quarter of an inch. Besides, you do a good job of describing the man's tool in other ways throughout the story; why not indicate Lance's size by describing (showing) how it feels in and/or fills up his father-in-law's mouth, for example, rather than by telling us how his dick measures up.

I think you've got a good start on some potentially hot stories here, but they do need a bit of work. I hope these suggestions help.

 

[pleasurelover55]

Hard to believe

People here are enjoying or should be enjoying other people's erotic thoughts put to paper.
If someone does not like the story / idea or the way in which it is written, then they should not say so but rather let it go. Feedback is usually welcomed but negative remarks may be stretching that limit.
One can always ask if they would like some constructive criticism and then wait for a reply before doing so, if in fact the person says, "sure, tell me what I am doing wrong".
Most of us, I included am too busy reading "with one hand".

Erotically,
Dave