mikey’s dad and mikey
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A few weeks after I had dinner and “extra dessert” with mikey’s dad, I learned that I was not the only college jock whose cock had been worshiped by the man. I don’t really remember how the subject came up as it was not my habit then (unlike now) to discuss my fags with others, but I learned that one of the linemen on the football team similarly had been “worshiped” and “entertained” by mikey’s dad. Then I started inquiring discretely and learned that mikey’s dad was an equal opportunity jock worshiper, and that in addition to me, in that and the previous year, he had serviced dudes on the basketball team, two guys on the football team, a sprinter on the track team and a lacrosse player. Little mikey was, in fact, pimping for his old man.
While most of these, as far as I knew, were one-on experiences, mikey’s dad started coming to my games maybe once a month. This attention continued on and off during the off season as well, probably 4-5 times a year for the entire four years of my college career. mikeys dad would call me and tell me he was going to be at such and such game or would be in town on such and such date and would I like to get together. it always involved a gourmet dinner, or a professional sporting event, followed by a night in a plush hotel room, and frequently a parting gift for me – some piece of electronic gear, or clothing, or a gift certificate at a sporting goods store.
I suppose it was inevitable, but eventually mikey joined in. It happened first over Christmas break my Sophomore year. mikey’s dad invited me to go sailing in the Caribbean on his sail boat. Having no home to go home to, I readily accepted. mikey and his dad were the only crew; I was the only passenger. The first couple of days out we wore speedos; after that, it was mostly naked, working on an overall tan. mikey’s dad was brazen in going after my cock several times a day. I would wake up in m bunk with dad’s lips around my dick, and the last thing at night was a long, languorous cocksucking session that could last for hours as mikey and I sat on the aft deck after dinner, chatting and drinking beer.
Then one day, I was aroused to the point where I took charge and dad’s cock worshiping became an intense skull fucking. I grabbed the back of dad’s head with both hands and pile drove his throat. dad started gagging and choking. Throat slime was everywhere and the bitch kept pounding my chest, begging me to back off so he could get some air. After about ten minutes of this, mikey had had enough.
“You’re not doing it right, dad. Let me show you.” mikey elbowed his dad aside and engulfed my cock completely in one … gulp I guess is the right word. There ensued one of the more incredible blow jobs I have ever had. mikey must have had some fish in his genetic makeup, cause I swear, the dude had my cock deep in his throat for maybe 20 minutes and never came up for air. mikey had to have been breathing through his skin. Peristalsis – the same sequential muscular action of the throat that moves food down into the stomach – was massaging my cock and massaging the loads right out of me. mikey’s dad was watching all of this like it was a junior high school science class demonstration. I, on the other hand, was cross-eyed and delirious. I shot two massive loads in the 20 minute, without ever removing my dick form mikey’s magic throat. mikey swallowed every drop…
From that day on, when I “got together” with mikey’s dad, mikey frequently would join in. Those were awesome nights for me – and I suppose for mikey and his dad. And strangely, as much as I would have wanted it, and as much as I encouraged it, mikey had no interest in worshiping my dick in the dorms or in the locker room. The only time mikey would show any interest in my cock was when his dad was around. Musta been a strange Oedipal thing.
