I always loved me a noisy, fat, juicy bottom. I love it even more when its an older, white bottom, one that's a masculine husband to his wife, a father to his kids, and a grandfather, as he rides the title of "king of the family."
"I've never had cock as thick, or long as yours. Fuck me, Adrian," were the words of David, the man I'm describing as he was Melanie's father, and father to my wife of 10 years at the time.
When I first met Melanie in 2010, we were both in our senior year of college as I was majoring in marketing, and she was to be a civil engineer with aspirations of joining the Navy. One night at a frat party we caught eyes, then afterwards hooked up before we realized we enjoyed each other's company, and things would take off. I wasn't normally into Caucasian girls, but she broke the barrier with her drive and gorgeous body as we meshed together like woven fabric. We'd eventually graduate college, get married, and have three kids right while our careers took off.
"I don't think you're good enough for my daughter," David said the first time he met me.
She brought me home a week before we walked the stage, as I had dreadlocks and blew a joint each morning, making me reek of the smell.
"Really, with smoking habits and your appearance, I expect more for my daughter than perhaps what you could offer."
David initially reminded me of some crusty, old bastard that didn't want a soul to date his eldest daughter, as it wasn't about race as much as just him being overprotective. I would come off as sloppy in total disposition, for then I chose to head the direction of my life towards being"off-the-grid," not really caring about societal norms. At the same time during my senior year I had a part time gig with a marketing firm to where I made enough money to help myself and Melanie, while carrying a 4.0 grade point average until the day I crossed the stage. David had me all wrong despite my ambitions, as alternatively I had job offers lined up across the globe. I settled for a high paying entry level gig in Virginia, and despite her father's wishes, Melanie wasn't dropping me for she was dickmatized, but more important, I understood her and vice versa. She in turn would commission as a U.S. naval officer, and I went along for the ride as she did five years as an active duty officer before becoming a civil engineer in the civilian sector. David learned to tolerate me after the birth of our first child, and the wedding as Melanie and I decided we were for real.
"You drink," he asked during the wedding shower.
We had our icebreaker, he and I defected from the group of 20 or so women to let them ooohh and aahh to the various gifts furnished for the sake of our marriage. He and I ended up going upstairs of the house to my Man Cave, and he'd rifle through my liquor collection to find scotch, and poured us both a glass.
"For a 26-year-old, you're quite impressive with your stock," he said of my alcohol. "Your father was an alcoholic?"
His comment singed me a bit, but I took it in stride, and he would apologize and attest his words to being a "quick trigger."
"Old man, I need you to divert those bullets in a different direction,"I told him.
"Old man? I'll show you old man. I'll whip your ass in cards, or better yet chess," he said.
At this junction we were finally cool, for he learned I, too, had a slick tongue and even quicker mind. For three hours that afternoon we drank, laughed, and talked relationship issues as David would bare it all, even discussing how Emily, his wife and Melanie's stepmother, was lacking in the sex department, and how it resulted in him being bicurious.
"Bicurious," I asked, as if I didn't know what it meant.
"Son, this stays between you and me,
"He said. "It means I think like men the same as women. Every now and then, I like to look at cock, too."
I myself was bisexual, but hadn't acted out on any urges since sophomore year of college, prior to Melanie. And he didn't know that, for I kept everything close to the vest when it came to my preference and my past. I listened as he provided details on a mailman he was trying his hardest to hookup with.
"Black, about your height at six foot two, six foot three, and I see him when he wears his shorts as he has this beautiful bulge," he told me. "He flirts from time to time, but he won't give me any play."
"You're really serious right now," I asked as I was astounded by his words.
Not big, bad Granddaddy Bear?
Not the one who loves his football?
Not the one who says whatever and doesn't expect anyone to rebuttal?
I knew he wouldn't repeat that sober, so I enjoyed the moment as he poured himself another glass while he elaborated on what he wished would happen.
"I'd love to get fucked," he told me.
"You sure about that," I asked.
"What? You don't think I can handle it," he asked as he began to blush. "I would love to take a nice, thick cock up my ass for the first time, and just, for once feel like I'm able to give pleasure to someone else, ya know?"
I wasn't too sure he was real in that statement. David proved he was an ass virgin, never having someone penetrate in the rear, and therefore making me wonder if he was just talking. I didn't visibly concur with any of what he was saying, just kept slow slipping my drink while eyeing him, wondering if he was authentic. The shower would end when the ladies came up to the cave, and invaded our space to find us in drunk, bond mode.
"Are you hard? What the hell were you two up here talking about," Melanie whispered in my ear as she noticed my bulge.
They all would leave and my soon to be wife would give me a blowjob to calm it down, as she didn't know how much David had me spun up. I wanted him, as I felt me fucking him would tear down walls literally and figuratively, and help feed and maybe close out his curiosity. We went to bed later with Melanie snoring on her side, and me laying on my back, looking up at the ceiling as thoughts of cheating on my wife for the first were in view. David, who like his daughter was short in the five foot seven to five foot nine range, carried a slight beer belly and a nice rump that wasn't reflective as his days as a Marine, when he was lean and fit 30 years prior. He carried clean shaven scalp, and a thick, blonde mustache with hairy arms, which to me signified bear status. I wondered what could've happened if he and I remained alone for just 10 minutes more, as I started to envision him between my legs or me between his, pulling down his pants to give it to him hard, or missionary, where I could place his legs over my shoulders while driving deep. I'd eventually crash, but I'd wake up horny again, with Melanie already out of the bed and headed to work on a Sunday, due to an emergency at the office.
