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  My Two Dads

  (Sexing Daddy #2)

  By Evan J. Xavier

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  My Two Dads Excerpt from

  Diary of a Gay Nympho: The

  Beginning

  Excerpt from

  Diary of a Gay Nympho: Hold the Cream My Two Dads © 2012 Evan J. Xavier Published by Purple Fig Press http://evanjxavier.com/

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  This material features depictions of explicit erotic sex between hot men. It is intended for a mature audience. ***************************************************

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  My Two Dads

  I pulled up to the entry way to the arena and out walked the guard with his clipboard. He made rounds around my Jeep. Chirps and radio clicks sounded as he made his way to the driver’s side.

  “How are you doing today young man? What’s your business here?”

  He looked a few years older than me. I took offense to his 'young' remark. But I didn’t want any drama; plus it was too hot for ugliness.

  “I’m here to see Coach Iver,” I said, nudging my sunglasses down my nose.

  “I’m sorry the Coach isn’t seeing fans today.”

  “Well that’s nice but I’m not a fan. He's expecting me.”

  “And you are?”

  I huffed into the air, gripped the steering wheel, and looked the rent-acop in the eyes, “Bryan Dann.”

  “Just back up and be on your way. The coach is a busy man.”

  “If you look at the freaking clipboard you’ll see that I’m listed under family members, sir,” I said, trying to contain my frustration.

  He looked up quickly with an apologetic look that had ‘oh shit’ written over his face.

  “I’m sorry. I’ll buzz you right in,” he said, stumbling back to his hut and lifting the gate.

  I drove over to the gym. It was the height of basketball season, and the team was on a long winning streak. They hadn't lost a game in three seasons thanks to Mark, my stepdad; well former. I still called him ‘dad’ since he pretty much made me the man I am today. He took care of me and made sure I never wanted for anything.

  * * * * * Mark was the youngest coach in Auburn University history and was close to becoming the ‘winningest’ coach in its history in record time. He never let it get to his head. He always tried to remain grounded, humble. That’s what I loved about him, plus he was hot as a baby's nut sack for a man in his late thirties.

  You’d never know it--You'd think he was in this mid to late twenties. He kept in shape by doing everything he asked his team to do. If they did laps, he did them with extra laps thrown in. He was a man’s man with striking blue eyes, a determined chin with rugged good looks.

  When Mark and my mom divorced I tried to strike while the iron was hot. After the divorce I spent time with Mark when she went on an extended Caribbean vacation. She was too busy to include me. She was looking for her next meal ticket to expand her bank account.

  I stayed with Mark for two months and tried to comfort him the best I knew how. He’d come home and I’d have dinner made and the house cleaned. He was so out of it; he'd go days without eating. The divorce messed him up big time.

  One night he sat in the game room watching ESPN and drank his way through two cases of beer. It was almost midnight, and I walked downstairs to check on him. The room was dark, and he was in his pajama bottoms and barechested. He looked delicious.

  Mark’s hearing was excellent, “Yes, Bryan?”

  “I was just checking in on you. That's all,” I said, walking into the room where he sat. He slammed down the last bit of beer and tossed the can in the overflowing bucket.

  “I’m good, son. Just watching a little ball.” He was drunk and hurting.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck hugging him tightly. His hand rested on mine patting it, and letting me know everything would be okay. I felt his tiny beard hairs prick my face as I squeezed him tightly. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek hoping it’d make him feel better and ease his pain.

  “Thanks, son. You better get back up to bed now,” he said, rustling my hair.

  I didn’t let go. I sat in his lap and hugged his neck. I pulled back and gently kissed him on the lips. It seemed like forever, but it lasted mere seconds. His strong hands pulled at my arms and pushed me away.

  “No. Bryan,” he said, moving me from his lap.

  “Go!” he shouted. He’d never shouted at me before.

  Beep – Beep - Beep A car horn stirred me from my little flashback. The trip down memory lane awakened the guy downstairs. I swung into a free parking space and checked myself in the rearview mirror. One last deep breath and it was go time.

  * * * * * The jocks ran up and down the court doing their drills and Mark was right behind them pushing them. His deep voice carried throughout the gym and sent tiny shivers down my spine. I watched from up top out of sight so not to distract him.

  A few fresh frat boys made their way up providing more eye candy as I watched sweaty jocks play with their balls and penetrate holes. Pun intended. They’d painted their chest with the school colors, showing off a sea of hard torsos. I had to adjust my seat as it got me a little hot and bothered.

  They yelled out ‘AUBURN’ and chanted the war cry. Mark looked up puzzled and that’s when he saw me. He waved me down to the court, I shook my head. He motioned me down again, and I turned my head pretending as if I didn’t see him. Mark was a guy who never took no for an answer.

  The next thing I heard was thundering noises as he made his way up towards the top. He was greeted by pats on the back from the frats taking time to give them all fist pounds. That was Mark, always the people pleaser.

  “So, you made it,” he said, placing his hands on his hips. Sweat drenched the top of his shirt and along his happy trail area.

  “Told you I’d swing by. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, Pops.”

  “You’re funny,” he said, letting out a chuckle. “The guys are about to head in, how about we play a quick game?” he said, placing a hand on my knee. I looked down as he caressed my knee.

  “Kind of bold for you to be touching me like that in public isn’t it?” I said, with a smirk.

  “Oh, you haven’t seen what I’m capable of,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. “At least you came dressed for a workout.”

  “Yeah, just what I had in mind,” I groaned.

  * * * * * Running up and down the court damn near killed me. I was no match for Mark. Even though I had him age-wise, I couldn’t match his skills on the court. After we finished I stood in the center court wanting to collapse to the floor. He came up behind me and slapped my ass as he headed for the showers.

  “You coming?” he asked, throwing the ball towards me.

  We played for over an hour, and the team had already headed out. The gym was closed, and I bounced the ball into the holding
tank and made my way to the showers.

  “In here,” he shouted from his office. He’d laid out a pair of Auburn bottoms and top for me to change into after the shower.

  “I’ll hop in first, then you, and we can head to dinner,” he said, ruffling his shirt at the bottom then lifting it over his head showing off his toned body.

  His chest was lightly haired, and his pecs were perfectly shaped. A patch of hair ran down leading to his happy trail. His gym shorts were tucked low as hair from his playground peeked out over the top of the shorts. I lingered far longer than I should have. When I raised my head his eyes met mine. He smiled as he threw his shirt over, covering my face. Mmm, the smell of hot.

  I asked him, “So you have your own personal bathroom and shower now?”

  “Yep, got it installed last season. They try to keep me happy, you know.”

  “I see. It must be nice to be the popular kid on campus.” I tinkered with the photo on his desk. I noticed a picture of me when I was younger; the only photo on his desk.

  I picked it up, slowly running my hands over the framed photography. He leaned in placing his strong hands on my shoulder, massaging lightly.

  “I’d say you turned into a handsome man.” He smiled ear to ear, beaming with pride.

  “Thanks dad,” I said, wiping a tear from my cheek.

  “So you wanted to talk to me about something important?”

  “Yeah, but it can wait until dinner,” I said, placing the photo back on the desk.

  He closed the office door, locked it and made his way into the shower. I went over the question in my head, on how I’d ask Mark to join Jake and me in a threesome. I knew he had feelings for me. I knew that all I had to do was ask. But part of me fought against the urge to bring it up. I feared rejection, again.

  I drummed my fingers on his cluttered oak desk as the shower started up. I pushed back from the desk, yanked my shirt off, and pulled down my shorts. I opened the door carefully as steam broke out. A hand yanked me in as the warm mist hit my face.

  “What took you so long?” a naked Mark stood, holding my body to his. A smile graced his face; his ocean blue eyes fixed down on me.

  “I-- I-- didn’t--”

  “You didn’t what? Bryan, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted you. I just didn’t want to cross that line,” he said, gently stroking my hair back.

  My fingers traced down his toned arms, his wet chest, and then down to his waist. I pulled my bottom lip in, biting it gently as my hands made their way down to his hard thick cock. His head leaned back on the wall as I massaged his thickness with long slow strokes.

  “I’ve wanted you too. Ever since I laid eyes on you,” I said, pressing my lips to his. His hands held my head as he leaned forward, kissing me passionately. I could feel his tiny beard hairs prick my cheek. His hands moved down to my ass grabbing two handfuls as his tongue explored the depths of my mouth.

  There was a knock at the outside door.

  “Ssh, it’s the cleaning the crew,” he said, pressing his finger to my mouth.

  “Stay here, I’ll get rid of ‘em,” he said, wrapping a towel around his waist. He walked out, closing the door behind him. He unlocked the office door and spoke with the cleaning person. I couldn’t make out what all was said, but it didn’t take long before he walked back into the bathroom.

  He leaned against the door laughing loudly as he pulled me to him. His hands moved down my back to the top of my ass.

  “Maybe this isn’t the best place for… this,” he said, as his hands made their way down to my ass.

  “Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” His eyes narrowed with a look of suspicion.

  “First let’s shower and then head for the dinner. I’m starving,” I said, pulling him into the shower by his cock.

  * * * * * Mark didn’t have any qualms with a threesome. His hotness factor shot up by 100 points—As if they could go any higher.

  Jake, my current stepdad, sat in the TV room watching some twink get blasted in the ass by an eleven-inch monster cock. I’m sorry, there was no way in hell I’d let eleven-inches up in my booty. I’d be wrecked and unable to sit for months.

  “You nervous?” he asked, sipping his beer.

  “Nervous about what?” I asked, sitting on his lap and taking a sip of his beer.

  There was nothing to be nervous about. It was just three guys having fun, swapping spit and other warm liquids.

  Jake asked, “He’s not a blabbermouth is he?”

  I said, “Are you serious? He’s the head basketball coach at Auburn. Do you honestly think he’d go and blab what we are about to do?” I asked, reaching down and grabbing his bulge.

  When I proposed this to Jake he was a little apprehensive. He didn’t care much for Mark. Don’t know why, maybe it was an Alpha male thing? I don’t know. He was wearing a pair of gray sweat pants with a Florida T-shirt.

  “Maybe you should go and change your shirt.” I said.

  “What the fuck?”

  “You know they’re Auburn’s rival. Go and change. He’ll be here any minute.”

  Any minute turned into any second. The doorbell rang and I sprinted to the front door as Jake made his way upstairs to change his shirt. I flung open the door to see Mark holding a big brown bag.

  “Hey, didn’t know what to bring to an orgy, so I brought beer and weed,” he said, handing me the bag.

  “Get your ass in here,” I said, giving him a big hug.

  “Technically it’s a threesome. Orgies are with five or more people. So, if you know of any other folks let me know,” I said jokingly, leading him to the living room.

  Jake was back in his chair still dressed in his Florida T-shirt.

  “I thought I told you to change,” I said under my breath.

  “Yeah, you did. I hate Auburn.” He cut his eyes at Mark. I could see Mark out of the corner of my eye clench his fist.

  I broke out into a nervous laugh, not knowing what to stay. I knew this would be a little challenging with both Mark and Jake not wanting to share their toys. I hoped we didn’t get into cock measuring to see who had the biggest dick.

  “Look! Mark brought over weed and beer,” I said, trying to change the subject.

  Mark took a seat on the couch while I put the beer in the fridge and brought him a cold one.

  “So, the gang’s all I hear,” I said, sitting next to Mark, who was looking intensely over at the flat screen. The bottom had a cock in his ass, his mouth, and one in each hand. Now that was an orgy.

  My hands traced along his arms as he watched the hung-tops take turns using the bottom. Jake looked over, eying me as I nibbled on Mark’s ear. My hands inched up his inner thigh and massaged his bulge over his jeans.

  He eased his back to the couch as I lifted his polo shirt over his head. I kissed down the center of his chest making my way to his playground. I felt Jake’s hands on my back, then down my thighs. I unbuttoned my jeans, slipping them to my ankles. My attention turned back to Mark as I slid his jeans down, exposing his toned thighs.

  His white boxer briefs could hardly contain his monster. I reached in, pulling it through the hole and wrapped my lips around his head, savoring his sweet cock; I’d wanted this for so long. I looked up at Mark. His eyes were closed, head back, and fists clenched.

  Jake leaned his face into my ass licking up and down the center of my cheeks. His tongue entered my tight pink hole as he spread my cheeks and thrust his tongue deep into me, making me quiver with anticipation of his cock.

  I was on my knees as I pumped up and down on Mark’s thickness with Jake positioned below me tossing my salad. Loud moans filled the room as we all got what we wanted.

  Mark’s hands guided my head as I slid down his cock applying pressure along the shaft as I made my way back to the base of his cock. I pulled it from my mouth, licking the tip as pre-cum ran freely from his shaft and coated my tongue.

  Mark smacked me with his cock before I ventured down to his nut
sack, placing each one into my mouth. I pushed his legs back exposing his tight hole. He seemed apprehensive but allowed me to taste him completely. Licking around and inside his pucker, and then his taint where his balls hung low. Each time my tongue licked inside his hole, he flinched and eased down on my tongue.

  Jake was getting jealous and pulled me up, kissing me feverishly as his strong arms wrapped around my waist. I leaned into his body as he kissed down my neck. His hands wrapped consensually around my neck, squeezing gently as his lips roamed my body and Mark palmed my ass.

  We moved to the back of the couch and Jake bent me over sliding his cock into my ass with little resistance since he’d opened me up with the talents of his long tongue.

  His long strokes eased in and out as he pulled my hips back to meet his. Mark walked over placing his cock in my mouth and burying it into my throat. I gagged as his cock disappeared down my throat and saliva dripped from his shaft and onto his balls as Jake pumped quickly behind me. Mark gripped my head as he face-fucked me without mercy. I loved the rougher side I was seeing of him; I didn’t mind it at all. Jake pulled out, stepping back against the wall as he held the base of his cock.

  “Shit, almost came,” he said, pinching the base of his cock.

  Before I knelt down to take Jake into my mouth. Mark grabbed me and pulled me over the couch, lifting my ass in the air, slamming his cock deep into my hole. I fisted the couch pillows as he repeatedly stabbed me with his thick cock that curved slightly to the left. My cries came quick and bounced off the walls. His thrusts were strong and fast causing my entire body to shake.

  Jake looked on with a bit of jealously. I could feel he wanted to be back inside me, inside my hole, but had to wait for his turn. He fisted my hair and guided me to his wet shaft. I slurped and cupped his balls as Mark continued his assault on my ass. Jake pulled out a few times to keep from coming. He didn’t stand a chance with my talented mouth. “Open your mouth,” he demanded as he slammed his cock back down my throat.

  He shoved his cock as far as he could, causing me to gag loudly. My hands pushed against his chest hoping he’d ease up, but there was no stopping him. Mark pulled me from the couch and hoisted me onto his waist and planted his dick back inside my hole, pumping me into the air as I fell back onto his cock.