However, he still wasn’t happy when they decided to get married when Joey was only twenty-one and Greta was nineteen. Something that bothered him was that Joey didn’t seem his age. He didn’t act like a teenager, but he seemed naïve and innocent, making him appear three to five years younger than he was.
Joey had gone to the local college for two years and then dropped out to start his own business. He had a group of young guys his age, some in college and some not, working for him. They supplied a service to customers who had projects that were too hard for them or too distasteful for them to do. They did yard work, power washed houses, cleaned out gutters, stripped old finish off floors and hand applied wax, cleaned out junk-filled garages and other such jobs.
The good thing was, he had been successful, and after three years of marriage, he had won a place in Mr. Strait’s heart. He had asked Joey not to call him Mr. anymore, but Joey couldn’t bring himself to call him Charles, so he called him Dad, which pleased Mr. Strait immensely. He now had the son he had always wanted.
But still and all, Mr. Strait felt there was something missing from Joey’s life, something he lacked and needed. And there was also something Mr. Strait wanted. He began to make physical contact with Joey, placing a hand on Joey’s shoulder, a pat on his back, a slap on his butt, an arm around his shoulders. Slowly the pat became a rub, the slap a squeeze, the arm a hug, the hand on shoulder a hand on the chest.
And then the hug became a lasting embrace, with a kiss on the cheek, a lick on the ear, a bite on the neck, his hard cock pressed against Joey’s ass, a hand slipped up under the sweatshirt, then down over the stomach and groping Joey’s erection. Joey never resisted, and with the first embrace melted into Mr. Strait’s arms.
And here they were a year later, in bed together again. When the situation arose so that the house was going to be empty, and Greta was away, and Mr. Strait was at home alone he’d call Joey and he’d mange to free himself from work and they would get together for the release they needed. Mr. Strait found out things about himself that had been deeply hidden. When he was in bed with Joey he felt an overwhelming passion he had never felt before. When having sex with Joey he talked dirty-talk continuously, and what he said caused Joey’s blood to course through his veins and send his desires soaring.
Mr. Strait was lying on the bed dressed in his jogging pants. Joey was in his skimpy briefs and lying back against his father-in-law’s chest. Mr. Strait ran his hand over Joey’s smooth chest and stomach and Joey turned his head and licked his father-in-law’s chest, sucking on his nipple.
This is what had been missing in Joey’s life: a strong male presence.
Mr. Strait was squeezing his erect cock and quietly said, “Oh yeah, beautiful. Love my body, son. That’s nice. Love me all night. You’ve made my cock hard. You’re making it harder. Feel my hard cock, play with it, stroke it, kiss it, baby.”
Joey had never realized he wanted a man’s cock, but right now there was nothing he wanted more than his farther-in-law’s cock. He moved down and rubbed his face over the rod that was pushing Mr. Strait’s pants up. He gently bit it and moved back up and licked Mr. Strait’s stomach, sticking the tip of his tongue in his navel.
Mr. Strait said, “That’s it, show me how much you love my stomach. Show me you love my cock, too. Suck it. Take care of Daddy. Lick it nice and slow.”
He pulled his pants down and Joey took his big cock in his mouth and made love to it with his mouth, sucking it easily, savoring the head, licking the piss slit, sliding back down to the base.
Mr. Strait said, “Oh, that’s my boy. Suck that cock like you love it. I know you love it. You know you love it. Suck it son. That’s sweet. Devour my big cock. God, fuck it deep down your throat. Outrageous.”
He wanted more of the young man. He pulled him up and Joey returned to licking his chest and kissing and biting his neck. Mr. Strait grabbed joey’s head and ran his hands over his head and through his hair and over his back.
He loved this boy more than anything at this moment. He put one hand behind his head and Joey buried his face in Mr. Strait’s armpit, savoring the hint of manliness there. With his other hand Mr. Strait felt Joey’s strong back, and slid his hand under the leg of Joey’s briefs, feeling his butt and running his fingers up and down Joey’s ass crack.
He pushed Joey onto his stomach and leaned down and pulled his briefs down, exposing his ass. Mr. Strait loved that ass. He loved the mounded shape of it, the feel of the firm muscles covered by soft flesh, the smooth skin. He wanted to touch it all over and kiss and bite each cheek.
He said, “Beautiful! I have to see your hole.”
He spread the cheeks wide. He gazed at the neat, clean, perfect hole. He had never seen a pussy that beautiful, that enticing. He couldn’t resist. He put his face in Joey’s ass and licked his asshole once, twice, three times.
He said, “That’s my boy’s hole. That’s mine. I gotta go in. I have to get in there son. I have to fuck your hole. I’m gonna take it. Can I fuck your hole, boy?”
“Yeah.” Joey looked over his shoulder, a smile playing across his lips.
“You’re gonna feel it, okay?”
“Yeah,” Joey said.
“Can I fuck you Joey? Are you ready for me boy?”
“Yeah, Dad.”
Mr. Strait kicked off his pants and Joey pulled off his briefs. Mr. Strait said, “I gonna make love to you, baby, do you know that?”
He laid his full weight on Joey’s back and rubbed his cock around and over Joey’s butt, and then up and down his ass crack before lifting his hips and finding the opening with the tip of his cock, slowly pushing it in, relishing the moist warmth that encased it.
“I love fucking your beautiful ass. I want to fuck it all night. I want to feel my cock in your hot ass.”
After fucking him several minutes, he flipped Joey over onto his back, raised his legs and reinserted his cock, pushing it in its full length. He thrust in and out with full force, making Joey’s breath leave his body with each jab. One might think Joey was being abused, but he loved being dominated by this particular man, this new dad.
Mr. Strait pulled out and got off the bed and pulled Joey over to the edge, raised his legs again and rammed his cock back in. This way he could put all his weight behind his thrusts.
“I want to go deep. I want to be deep in your ass. It’s beautiful. My cock is going to be deep in your ass, son. Oh yeah, it feels so good. Let me go deep son. How’s it feel Joey? Take care of Daddy, baby. Take care of Daddy’s big cock. Take it deep.”
By now Mr. Strait’s voice was loud and strident. Joey reached out to feel his father-in-law’s strong body, all his muscles straining to the max. He couldn’t speak, except for an occasional, “Yeah.” Mostly he grunted and panted, making sound like, “Uh, uh, uh…” over and over.
Mr. Strait pulled out again and climbed back on the bed, resting his head on the bed’s headboard and told Joey, “Sit on my cock boy, ride my dick.”
Joey straddled Mr. Strait’s legs and pushed his asshole down, engulfing his cock. He bounced up and down as fast and as hard as Mr. Strait had been fucking him.
Strait kept up his constant oration, “That’s it baby, ride my cock, fuck my big dick, that’s outrageous, sit on my cock and fuck it, ride my cock deep, keep going, ride down on it, fuck, that’s sweet, fuck my rod, oh yeah, fuck it.”
Joey had his eyes closed tight, his head thrown back and was gritting his teeth with his effort to fuck his father-in-law’s cock as good and hard as possible.
Mr. Strait said, ”I want to shoot in your mouth, okay? I want you to taste my cream.”
Joey raised his ass off Mr. Strait’s cock and his new dad rolled him over on his back and shoved his cock in Joey’s mouth. It made no difference to Joey that that cock had just been in his ass. He had come prepared for fucking and then sucking. He greedily took the cockhead and Mr. Strait furiously jacked his cock, growling like a wild animal. He came, sending torrents of cum down Joey’s gullet.
Joey jacked his dick like he had never jacked it before and Mr. Strait watched him, saying, “Yeah, that’s beautiful, do it son, keep on, go for it”, and as Joey reached the climax and his cum spurted out of his cock Mr. Strait said, “Sweet, sweet, sweet.”
Mr. Strait pulled his son-in-law back down on top of him and wrapped his arms around him and entangled their legs together and gently kissed his forehead.
After fifteen minutes he sent his son-in-law in to shower, and then he showered and Joey went back to work to finish the day, and then home to his wife. Mr. Strait waited for his wife to come home. He had decided he’d take her out to dinner tonight.
