Family Affairs Pt. 01

Slow night. No game on. Only the bartender, and a handful of guys for the last half hour. Drake Camby was just getting ready to head home when the group of ladies burst through the door. They'd obviously been drinking already. It took a moment to recognize that the tall blonde was wearing one of those "I'm getting married" sashes. Bachelorette party. There was the bride-to-be and three of her best friends.

Well, Drake figured, she may be getting married, but what about her friends?

It was a Saturday night and Drake was looking for someone to share a bed with. No need to be shy about it. And usually, he was unsuccessful anyway. However, when his phone dinged with a possibility, he ignored it for later.

Back to the four beautiful ladies right in front of him. Who to approach, though? There was the bride: tall, blonde, and eyes a striking blue, though at this moment, fully struggling to see through the alcohol. Her friends were a mix of beauties: the short brunette with the obnoxious laugh, the prim Asian with the alluring smile, and the redhead bombshell.

Her hair is what caught Drake's attention, like wavy copper shimmering in the dim lighting of the bar. Her back was facing Drake, so he got a very good look. He enjoyed the fact that her jeans pleasantly emphasized her round buttocks. He shook his head to keep from staring.

His phone dinged again. He pulled his phone from his pocket and saw the message. But he was too consumed with the rowdy twenty-somethings celebrating one last night without a ball and chain. They were loud. They took shots. The Asian ordered a round of beers.

And then, the redhead turned... Oh my, just as well-endowed above the belt as below. As she turned, their eyes met. She tilted her head just so, as though she thought she recognized the man ogling her. Drake nodded and smiled, hopefully dispelling any awkwardness at the lingering eye contact, then turned back to his beer.

"Excuse me." It was the redhead. "You look really familiar. Do I know you?"

"Funny, I've used that line a few times myself," replied Drake, thinking "And to varying degrees of success. She isn't flirting. Is she?" He chuckled. "Though seriously, I'm not sure. Maybe? I'm Drake," he offered his hand, "So, you know me now."

Her laugh was musical and contagious. She shook his hand. "Tracy. Nice to meet you, Drake. Again, maybe?"

Drake felt electricity as our hands met. She had a firm grip. His mind raced at all the possibilities.

"I'd offer to buy you a drink, Tracy, but it looks like you gals are well taken care of."

"Yeah. Best friend is getting married."

"I can see that."

They chatted for a bit, Drake's phone periodically dinging as he continued to ignore it in favor of the vixen in front of him. After a while Lucy, the bride, came over and interrupted. "We're about to head to the next bar. Just down the way."

"I'll be right there. Gotta use the little girls' room. Meet you outside." Then Tracy turned back to Drake. "Wanna join us?" Her smile was suggestive. Drake felt his loins stirring with lust.

"I'd love to, but I was just headed home when the party arrived. Another night?"

Drake gave Tracy his number as he pulled the phone from my pocket. He noticed a few messages from the app, hoping Tracy wouldn't recognize the icon. Whether she did or even saw it, she didn't let on. He walked her out to the door and held it for her. They parted ways, Tracy with her friends on a mission to get hung over, Drake with an entirely different mission.

He got to my car and opened his phone again. A couple of "Hey. Wanna fuck?" messages. There was one that Drake would obviously ignore being a bit too forward and not at all his taste. And one that caught his eye. The message was clear. The guy was ready and despite seeming a bit desperate, he had a cute picture. Drake thought back to the invitation. "Should I change my mind and see if Tracy and I hit it off? The prospect of getting laid tomorrow lost to the certainty of getting laid tonight..." The phone dinged again, but he'd already made his choice.

"I can host," it read with directions to a house the other side of town.

It was settled. Drake was heading to this man's house to fuck him silly. Tracy's laugh rang in his ears. "OMW now." I mapped the address and headed on my way.

The drive was uneventful, though it seemed every traffic light was red. He slowed as I turned onto the street he was looking for. The guy said the light would be on... There, two houses down, on the right. He drove past and parked around the corner.

"I'm here."

Drake sat in the car for another moment, waiting for the man to reply. Nothing. He turned off the engine and stepped out. The street was quiet and fairly dark, only a couple street lights. He walked deliberately, giving the man time to respond. And still nothing as Drake climbed the steps to the front door. He located the doorbell and pressed the button. The door opened, the light momentarily blinding.

"Drake?" the distinguished gentleman asked.

"Brad?"

Brad was older, but not old, close to fifty. His hair was mostly pepper with a bit of salt, trimmed short as well as his beard. Strong hands, broad shoulders. Despite the robe he wore, he looked like a real manly man, not at all someone you'd suspect of wanting to be treated like a bitch with a cock up his ass. Yet, that is exactly why Drake was here.

"Come on in," Brad welcomed Drake. He closed the door and let his robe fall open, dropping to his knees. "You're even sexier than your profile pick!" Brad got right to work, massaging Drake's crotch while fumbling with the belt and zipper. "Mmm," Brad moaned as the cock escaped and slapped his face.

"Getting right down to it," Drake said as Brad engulfed his erection. Drake basked in the feelings and sounds of his cock getting sucked. "We should go somewhere more comfortable. Bedroom? Sofa?"

Brad pulled himself off Drake's dick. He removed the robe exposing a muscled body, naked but for a pair of lacy panties eaten by Brad's taut buttocks. Drake stepped out of his shoes and pants. Grabbing Drake's tool, Brad led him back down a hall and into a room bathed in pink and rose hues. The room obviously belonged to a woman. Either that, or... Well, not that it mattered much to Drake, but he was curious just how devious Brad was.

"So," Drake began, "is this your room? Or do you have a roommate?"

"Don't worry, she won't come home tonight." The excitement in Brad's voice was palpable. "And what she doesn't know..." At that, he turned around, again dropping to his knees and swallowing Drake's cock.

"And those are her panties as well?"

Brad just moaned around the hard flesh in his mouth. Drake began to thrust, eliciting even more vocal reactions from Brad. His balls banged into Brad's chin once, twice, again... Just as Drake thought about to putting his hands on the other man's head, Brad pulled back. Brad looked up at Drake with big, innocent doe eyes.

"Please fuck me." Another deep suck. This time, when Brad pulled back, Drake saw the saliva arc back to the older man's mouth. "I need to get fucked hard."

"On your knees," Drake commanded softly.

Brad stood slowly and turned. He dropped to his knees in front of Drake and bent over the bed. His hands reached back to spread his muscular, hairy cheeks. Drake could see the older man had prepared: his hole glistened with lubricant, hairless, unlike the rest of his body.

"Please don't play! I'm ready. Just stuff me like a... OOF!" Brad gasped sharply as Drake's cock invaded his anus.

"Like a Thanksgiving turkey," Drake finished, his cock buried nearly to the hilt in the other man's tight rectum. "You really did ready yourself. And yet so tight." Drake left his cock in place, allowing Brad's ass to adapt to this new intrusion. After a few moments, he pressed further, slowly inserting himself into the man as far as his ass would allow. Drake could feel the hairs on Brad's balls as he bottomed out.

"You ready for a good fuck?" Drake asked.

"Just fuck my ass until you cum. Hard as you like."

Drake slowly withdrew from Brad completely. I grabbed the bottle of lube on the bed and squirted more onto his hard member. "You'll thank me when you can't walk tomorrow."

Drake fully assaulted Brad's rear. And Brad, to his credit, bounced back at the invasion. Both men lost in lust, taking from the other man what was needed. Brad groaned, moaned, whimpered while Drake grunted and growled.

A phone rang in another room. Drake was to intensely concentrated on his carnal satisfaction to register the sound, but Brad nearly panicked.

"Omigod! I'm about," he panted, barely able to put words together, "about to... I'M AAAAAAAAGGH." Brad's orgasm landed on the bed covers, a white, thick, creamy stain spattered on the pink blanket.

Drake's orgasm sprayed inside Brad's ass not a moment later as he fully slammed his body one last time into the older man beneath him. He nearly collapsed with his release, leaning heavily on Brad's arched back for support. Out of breath, he rested a moment, relishing the ecstasy of his climax.

"Drake," Brad asked.

"Hm?"

"I needed that. But now I need to clean this place up. YAOW!" Drake smacked his ass hard.

"Are you kicking me out?"

"I gotta check my phone. I just may be."

Drake slowly withdrew his softening cock from the tight flesh tunnel. More love juice leaked from Brad fucked hole onto the carpeted floor.

"Huh. Now you got more to clean up..." he paused, watching Brad suck his own cum off the pink blanket. "You missed a spot." Brad looked back at him. Drake pointed to the mess of cum on the floor.

He was surprised when Brad turned and licked the juicy mess into his mouth. Brad lifted his head and smiled as he visibly swallowed.

"Brad, you really are a fucking cum slut, aren't you?"

Brad quickly stood, nearly toppled over and caught himself on Drake's shoulder.

"Too fast. But I need to check my phone.

After steadying himself, Brad waddled out to the living room and grabbed his phone. Behind him, Drake watched the muscular buttocks with the gape in the middle, wishing there was time for another go-round. He rose and grabbed his clothing as he made his way to the door.

Dressing with deliberateness, Drake turned back to Brad.

"We should do this again sometime. Sometime soon," he offered.

"Yes! We should. I'll message you. But, right now," Brad looked at his phone in a panic, "right now you need to leave. She's headed here. Gonna be home any time and I have lots of cleaning to do!"

"Roommate?" Drake asked, not really expecting an answer. And to himself, he chuckled, "Or maybe his wife, perhaps." But he hadn't seen a wedding ring. Out loud, "Nice to meet you, Brad. I look forward to hearing from you." Then, he turned and walked out the front door.

He made his way down the front steps to the sidewalk. He turned toward his car. After about 20 feet down the street, he heard a car stop behind him. He turned, curious. The dark sedan was idling in front of the house he'd just left, the white logo of a ride service clearly visible. Curious, he continued toward his own vehicle, glancing back to see who it was Brad was so scared would see them. The passenger door opened and out stepped an intoxicated red-head. The hair told Drake who it was, the clothes only confirmed it, the laughter stirred his loins.

Why would Tracy be visiting Brad?

As he got into his car, started it, then he checked his phone again. Two missed calls from an unknown number. And two texts.

"The girls all crashed at Lucy's and I was wondering if you'd be up for one more drink before I call it a night? Let me know. Either way, hope to hear from you soon."

And not a minute later: "Btw This is Tracy..."

Drake heard the sedan pass by. He pulled out behind it and followed it to the end of the street. The sedan turned right. Drake turned left.

His phone rang. He looked. Tracy.

"Evening over that soon? Bride all tuckered out?"

"Uh, hi, Drake. Yeah, this is Tracy. Lucy is a real lightweight."

"Yeah, I just got your messages. Still want that drink?"

"Um, well, I just got home." So that's why Brad was in a panic. What are the chances? "But, if you don't mind coming to pick me up? I know a great local bar...?"

Drake checked the dashboard clock. 11:30. Still early-ish. "Sure. Send me the address. Be there as soon as I can."

Drake drove to the nearest gas station and filled up. He went in and asked the attendant for the key to the men's room. Inside he used water and hand soap to wash Brad's juices off his cock. Who knows what would happen, but he didn't want his schlong smelling of man ass all night. This was turning into one interesting evening. Slow night? Slow night indeed.