DILF Beckham Part TWO!
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*** Hunky married alpha and world class DILF David Beckham gets seduced and fucked by one of his son's gay friends. ***
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20 year old Brooklyn Beckham could not comprehend what he was seeing ... and hearing. His boyish face was pressed up against the inside of the closet door, his innocent young eyes wide in disbelief.
In the lucious guest bedroom on the other side of the door was one of his college buddies, gay fashionista Lance Hilton, and his own studly 44-year-old father, the soccer hunk David Beckham. Both stark bollock naked ... and exchanging hot, passionate kisses.
It was an amazingly hot scene in itself. Lance Hilton was a handsome 21-year-old gay guy with a nice gym-honed body and delicious pert ass. His paler youthful skin contrasted with the sunkissed perfection of the older man, the Daddy Beckham, his hot tanned hide covered with a mass of inkwork. Although retired from sport, he had maintained his godlike physique - beautiful lithe limbs and a rippled abdomen than men half his age would be proud of. But evidence of his hunky married maturity was also there - his scultped alpha male face, a strong chin and chilsed nose, looking every bit the classic hetero stud. All complimented by his huge muscular bubble butt, vast glutes built from years of playing professional soccer. And now those famous chunky ass cheeks were being greedily groped and fondled by the eager hands of the younger man as the godly straight hunk snogged his face off. The two men were in pure heaven... and they had only just got going.
Lance could barely believe his luck. Having used his charms and cocksucking skills to seduce him, he had ensured that the horny married father of four had cum harder than he had for ages in a spontaneous tryst they had shared a week or so ago in Beckham's private bar room. The attractive young fashion student had worried that it would be a one-off .. that the straight Daddy would be to awkward or embarassed even to talk to him again. But here he was .. here they both were, making out like teenagers. Poor Brooklyn, alone and cramped in the bedroom closet, could only watch on as his famous father made out hot and heavy with his fellow student, both of them naked and rock hard.
From Beckham's perspective, a fuck was a fuck. He had always been a horny bastard ... and being famous, incredibly good-looking and having a massive thick cock was a recipe for getting all the pussy he could handle. He had never really considered man-on-man sex ... not that he had a problem with that sort of thing, but with so many women throwing themselves at him constantly, the prospect never really arose. But fuck, this kid was good ... a great ass, freaky as hell, and really knew his way around a dick. Beckham grinned as he thought about the prospect of working his thick hetero cock up that tight ass ... not thinking for a second that his own exquisite bubble butt would be taking a load before the day was out!
As amazing as the hot frenching session was for Lance, he knew there were more delights to enjoy with the older hunky alpha ... and he did have a bet to win. Brooklyn and his other mates had wagered that he would not be able to seduce and fuck the great David Beckham. So.. here they were.
"Right then Mr B," said Lance, finally managing to pull his pouty mouth away from the hetero stud's godlike chisled face. "Time to take care of you properly."
He started by kissing down that perfect rippled torso, across the intricate inkwork of that lithe chest, down the strong six pac stomach, finally to that huge pulsating fuckpole. The Daddy Beckham's dick was a sight to behold - a full nine inches of solid, thick, girthy manmeat, perfectly proportioned with a beautiful fat head. Brooklyn could only watch as his father threw his handsome head back in ecstacy at the sensations of his college buddy slurping and sucking on that great Daddy dick, working the shaft like a pro, paying special attention to the sensitive bellend with those delicious pouty lips and expert cocksucker tongue.
"Oh fucking yes mate" Beckham panted. "That's fucking ace..."
After a good ten minutes of worshipping the soccer stud's incredible manhood, the younger gay man stood up. "Ok, Daddy," he said cheekily. "Time for you to fuck me properly. You ready?"
Beckham could only nod, his eyes glazed over in pure lust.
Lance had prepared his ass with a butt plug beforehand and loosened it up a little. He was well acquainted with the size and dimensions of the Daddy dick from their first encounter so was able to get things ready properly. He took a jar of lube he had brought along, worked some into his ass and some onto Beckham's dick, treating the horned up married hunk to a nice slow hand job as he did so. Soon the Daddy dick was leaking nicely, ready for the fuck.
Lance set himself up on the bed on all fours, his juicy ass pointed up towards his lover, with him facing down the bed... looking directly towards the closet door.
"Come on then, Daddy" he teased. "Work it in.. nice and slow."
Brooklyn's jaw was almost on the floor. It was impossible to look away from the incredible sight as his own father, lithe bronze torso sheen with fucksweat, furrowed than manly brow as he concentrated on working his nine inch fuckmonster into his young lover's butt.
"Fucking hell mate.. you're fucking tight.." the manly hetero tones filled the room between grunts.
Lance was fairly experienced at bottoming, relaxing his sphincter expertly to accomodate the girth of the Beckham dick. It took only a minute or two for the whole pulsating nine inches to fill his bowels. The feeling was like no other. Whilst not being a size queen as such, Lance certainly had a preference for being fucked by larger than average dicks ... and big Daddy Beckham definitely fit the bill in that department. Lance zoned out for a few moments, forgetting all about the bet and the games, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sheer bliss of being filled by that colossal, warm manflesh. That perfect moment of fullness before the fucking.
"You alright mate?" Beckham asked, grinning at the effect his amazing daddy cock was having on his younger lover. He moved his big, manly hands onto Lance's smooth, pale shoulders, taking full control of the fuck.
"Mmmmm... yeah," purred Lance. "Oh yeah... fuck me, Daddy..."
Beckham's grin grew wider. "Haha. You got it, mate." He began working a slow, firm, deep fucking rhythm. Lance sighed in pure contentment.
"Oh fuck yeah.." Lance's groans grew stronger. "Harder Daddy... fuck me harder.."
The tanned hetero hunk closed his eyes and concentrated on the fuck, plowing deeper, firmly into the younger man's ass. Shhhiiiitt, it felt amazing... silky and tight around his rock hard tool. He lifted one of his hands from the lad's shoulder, moving it to his angelic face, probing two of his thick manly fingers into Lance's hot mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Lance sucked greedily, tasting the hot salty flesh of the studly older man. Then, remembering that he had an audience, he looked up towards the closet door, lifting his eyes towards Brooklyn's eyeline, meeting his friend's gaze as he took his father's cock and sucked on his fingers erotically.
"Fuck yes, Daddy," Lance sighed. "You taste so fucking good... and your huge dick feels amazing in my ass." Looking Brooklyn directly in the eye as he said it! He completed the degrading move by winking and licking his lips. Daddy Beckham pumped away, his massive ass globes powering the fuck, oblivious to the display towards his son. He was in to the root and Lance could feel those beautiful heavy balls brushing against his inner thighs and buttocks as the studly family man fucked him into oblivion. Still locking eyes with Brook, Lance widened his mouth further, inviting another of Daddy Beckham's digits across his pouty lips - the stud's ring finger. He stuck out his wet pink tongue and licked up towards the stud's wedding band, tracing the tip along it teasingly. A sweet reminder that he had crossed into the ultimate forbidden territory ... hot gay sex with a hunky married daddy!
For poor Brooklyn Beckham, this was too much. Just an hour ago, his life had been normal, hanging out with Lance and working on his photography project. The subject of the "bet" had come up... despite Brooklyn trying to shut it down. "Just go into the guest bedroom and wait in the closet," Lance had teased. "Give me ten minutes. If nothing happens, I concede the bet. You guys win. I'll even finish your project off for you. OK?" Brooklyn had agreed, if only to get the whole thing over with. Now he was standing there, forced to watch as his hunky father noisly fucked the arse of his gay best mate. Worst of all, his own cock was responding involuntarily to the situation ... the sight of the hot, tabboo fuck, the sounds and smells of the exertions of the two horned up lovers, it was all taking its toll on the hapless young man. His six incher was a more average size and girth compared to his stud daddy's, he realised. Trying to stay as silent as possible, he moved a hand down to his bulging crotch and slowly squeezed his aching prick. Fuck... this was so fucked up... but he couldn't stop.
Daddy Beckham was now completely in his element, his thick cock pounding away mercilessly, powered by those huge muscular thighs and the collossal glutes of his amazing bubble butt ass. A sheen of sweat worked up over that glorious tanned inked skin. He could feel his heavy balls churning as he approached his climax, throwing his big handsome head back and roaring as his fat, oversized cock shot thick creamy loads into the younger man's bowels.
"Ah, fuck! Yeah," the gorgeous tanned stud cried out with a gutteral moan as he completed the final thrusts. "Fucking have that! Fuck yes... ah..."
Lance was in pure heaven as the straight soccer daddy came hard in his ass. He loved bottoming... the feeling of being taken over by another man, his lithe young body being used for another's pleasure. Having his hungry ass totally filled by the thick studly cock of such a supreme hetero hunk was on another level to anything he had experienced before. He sighed in bliss as he felt Beckham's hot seed course into his inner ass. He hadn't come himself... but he felt fucking amazing. And he wasn't done with the straight married hunk yet.
Beckham gave Lance's arse a playful slap as he pulled out. The soccer daddy was confident and satisfied - however weird the situation was, he was an expert fucker and he knew it. He leant back, grinning to himself.
"You're an ace fuck, mate," Beckham mused, casually fondling Lance's ass with one of his meaty paws. "Great ass. Might have to tap it a few more times before I get bored of you, haha." Cocky and confident, the straight alpha male was starting to assert himself.
Lance had let him have his fun .. he'd enjoyed submitting to the insanely erotic experience of being completely dominated by the impossibly attractive straight hunk .. but now it was time to turn the tables, and take control of the fuck. In one swift move, Lance got up, turned around and pushed his older lover right onto his back, a mischevious grin on his pretty face.
"What the... ooofff!" Beckham was caught off guard as the horny student pushed his meaty ass into his face, sitting on him and straddling his body.
"Naughty Daddy," cooed Lance in mock chastisement. He smiled as he felt those handsome chisled features buried in his ass. "I never said you could finish inside me. So you're gonna suck it out. Now!" He laughed cheekily at the hunk's muffled protests, grinding his bubble butt over the stud's nose and mouth, forcing his lover to taste him.
Confused and disoriented, Beckham could only obey, lapping and sucking at the asshole that he had been busy destroying just moments earlier. Lance smiled, giving Brooklyn a cheeky wink as Beckham's protests turned into horny groans of submission.
"That's it, Mr B," Lance continued. "Suck your nasty load out.. but keep it in your mouth. Hold it there. I'm just going to play with your cock for a bit."
Looking down from where he sat on the soccer stud's handsome face, Lance drank in the sight of that lovely rippled abdomen, the flacid but still plump fuckstick lolling casually over it. Lance licked his lips and bent down towards that famous crotch, taking the Daddy Beckham dick into his hand and slowly stroking it near the base, eliciting louder muffled moans from the hot married hunk. He proceeded to slowly and sensually lap and suck at that god cock, teasing it back into life, tasting his ass juices on it ... all the time locking eye contact with the hapless Brooklyn trapped in the closet!
"Mmmmffff.. nooo..." Daddy Beckham moaned into solid ass as his sensitive spent prick was worked back into action, not being allowed to rest for even a moment.
"Mmmm yes," Lance corrected him. "This dick belongs to me now, Daddy." Another cheeky wink and grin at Brooklyn. "Now make yourself useful and work that lovely thick tongue of yours into my ass. Do it!" A high pitched moan of pure submission from Beckham as he obeyed.
Brooklyn Beckham could not believe that the fucked up scenario he was watching could get any more insane ... but it was. The poor kid was forced to watch as his gay best mate slowly worked his father's humongous penis back to its full nine thick glorious inches, all while Daddy Beckham's handsome chisled features were buried in that pale chunky ass! His eyes widened to saucers as Lance finally changed position, taking his ass off Beckham's flushed face, pulling the older stud up and squatting over his pulsating member. The two lovers shared a long, sloppy, open mouthed kiss, exchanging the spunkload that Beckham had obediently sucked out of his younger lover's ass, as Lance slowly and erotically worked that same ass down onto Beckham's eager cock.
"Ohhh... fuck yeah mate... fuck you're tight..." Daddy Beckham moaned, now fully horned up for the second fuck of the day.
The first fuck had been one of animal lust, with Beckham taking Lance from behind. A fuck of power as the married hunk had plowed the young man's ass. This fuck was going to be intense and sensual, the two men facing, their tongues and mouths never leaving each other as Beckham's fuckslime was worked erotically over their lips, dripping down their chins. Once he was fully inserted, Beckham's instincts began to take over, rocking his hips in long, slow, deep thrusts as his mighty fuckpole once again plowed Lance's firm butt. Brooklyn could only watch and listen as the moans from the two men grew louder and hornier. Lance wrapped his arms around his older lover, pulling away from the deep kiss to lavish hot wet licks across that perfectly chisled famous face.
"Fuck me, Daddy," whispered Lance as he lapped away at the soccer stud's stunning features. "Deep and hard... fuck..."
"Yeah...." Beckham groaned softly. "Fucking take it mate..." But he wasn't in control any more... the younger man was now in the driving seat as he reached up to pull the tanned hunk's hair, forcing that handsome head back and diving onto his chorded neck.
"Mmmfff.. fuck... ah..." Beckham gasped as Lance sucked and nibbled hungrily away, leaving semi-permanent marks on the older stud as he covered his neck and shoulders in hickeys. Beckhams moans grew louder and more intense moments later as Lance began to twist his nipples, taking full control of the fuck!
"Come on Daddy!" Lance almost barked it as an order, as Beckham's thrusts grew quicker and more urgent. He pulled that handsome head down again and drew the married hunk in to a powerful, aggressive kiss. The effect was inevitable ... feeling like he was in full sensory overload, Daddy Beckham roared into his second orgasm of the evening, shooting more powerful loads from his oversized cock deep into the bowels of the younger man.
They kissed for a while longer as Beckham deflated and withdrew his cock with a satisfying plop. Keen to give Brooklyn a show he'd never forget, Lance scooped the Daddy spunk out of his ass and made them snowball it yet again, smearing some of the creamy load over that the lithe inked chest of the soccer stud and lapping it off. All betting aside, Beckham was easily the hottest fuck he had ever had in his young life, and he was loving every minute of it. Knowing that the older hunk's son was watching helplessly from the closet was the icing on the cake.
After what seemed like an age, the two lovers finally disengaged, exhaused and satisfied.
"Don't think I'm done with you yet, Daddy," teased Lance between kisses. "Why don't you go and take a shower. I'll come and join you in a minute."
Beckham grinned. "Oh yeah?" he said, cocking an eyebrow. "Reckon you can handle a third round then?"
"Well there'll definitely be a third round," Lance smiled back but there was authority in his voice. "Except this time, you'll be the one handling it."
Beckham's brow furrowed slightly, his wolflike eyes narrowing in to that famous piercing gaze. "Whaddaya mean?" he asked almost meekly.
Lance replied matter-of-factly. "I'm what people call versatile, Mr B," he said. "Which means I love taking it up the ass. Especially your beautiful daddy cock." Beckham blushed slightly. "But I also like fucking ass. You've got a great ass, so I'm going to fuck it. Got a problem with that?"
Those sexy eyes went from narrow to wide in a second. "Are you fucking serious?!" But Beckham sounded more curious than surprised. "I don't ... I mean, I've never..."
Lance rolled his eyes and sighed slightly, like an impatient teacher dealing with the dumb kid. "Yes, yes, I know," he said. "I'll need to break you in. It will take time.. don't worry, we'll go slowly. It won't hurt and you'll love it - trust me. I know." He kissed Beckham lightly on the tip of his fleshy, hunky nose.
"Fuck.. well..." Beckham shook his head slightly. "I.. erm.."
"Look, Mr Beckham," Lance went on, affecting a slight boredom. "Just go and get the shower going. Take a minute or two to relax. I'll be in shortly. Go on. Off you go." He jostled the older man up and ushered him out of the bedroom into the adjoining bathroom. Lance licked his lips at the sight of those glorious ass mounds as the stud walked out ... unable to resist, he gave one of them a solid slap!. Just to feel the amazing firmness of that incredible bubble butt, and also to remind its hunky famous owner who was really in charge.
Lance waited for the Daddy Beckham to close the door and for the the sound of the shower running before walking slowly over to the closet door. He had to stifle a laugh at the sorry sight of his poor friend as he opened it. White as a ghost, sweat dripping off his brow, eyes wide and mouth open in shock.
"Well then, Brook," Lance whispered, leaning it to his friend. "I'd say I win the bet... don't you?"
Brooklyn could only manage a dumb nod.
Lance grinned widely. "Looks like you enjoyed the show anyway," he teased, nodding down at the tent in Brooklyn's pants. To Brooklyn's horror, a wet patch had begun to form at the tip.
"Man that is fucked up," Lance went on, whispering directly in the poor boy's ear. "You're sporting a massive boner at the sight of your daddy making out and fucking your friend... shit!"
Brooklyn gulped. "Please...." he croaked. "Please..."
Lance frowned mockingly. "Oh, I can't help you with that, Brook," he scolded. "Like I said, you're not my type. Well, maybe just a quick kiss." He leant forward and planted his lips on Brooklyn's; their mouths opened and tongues slid across each other, but it was almost mechanical. Brooklyn groaned into Lance's mouth as he realised that he was tasting his own Daddy Beckham's dick and fuckslime. Lance reached down to his friend's throbbing crotch, giving it a playful squeeze through the fabric.
"Mmmmm," Lance pulled away. "Two Beckhams in one night. Quite a hot idea."
He moved away further, placing what seemed like a friendly hand on Brooklyn's shoulder, looking the poor guy up and down.
"But.... not tonight. Sorry Brook, you'll just have to take care of yourself." He nodded towards the bathroom; again his tone was casual and matter-of-fact. "So, I'm going in there to fuck your dad. I'm going to start by working my tongue into his ass" he stuck out the tip between his perfect teeth, teasingly "and then soapy fingers. One... two.... three...." he held his fingers up as he counted as Brooklyn stared in silence.
"Oh yeah. Your daddy's gonna have these three fingers, right up his juicy muscle butt. He's going to be moaning and begging for it... you saw him just now, right? And then I'm going to make him beg for my cock." He grabbed his junk to emphasise the point - he was having fun now. "Fuck yeah. The famous David Beckham is going to beg for my cock, right up his fat married ass."
He smiled and leaned in. "And them I'm going to fuck him, Brook. I am going to fuck your daddy's ass." He planted a final teasing kiss on his friend's lips to complete the mindfuck."
"Please... Lance.." Brooklyn stammered. "Don't... I.."
"And you'll need to make yourself scarce," Lance went on, ignoring him. "We'll take a while in there of course ... I will need a bit of time to open up your daddy's ass properly, so that it can take my cock. So you can do whatever you need to deal with that" - he motioned at Brooklyn's crotch - "and then fuck off, because he thinks you're out. Yes, that's right. Have a wank, then fuck off and don't come back for at least three hours."
"But... I..."
Lance frowned. "Three hours," he repeated firmly. "Stop moaning. And be quiet as you finish yourself off." He moved away, towards the bathroom door. "Laters Brook." The door clicked closed behind him.
Brooklyn stood frozen for a few seconds before resigning himself to his fate. He pulled his pants and underwear off in a single desparate motion, his hand straight to his treacherous cock. He shuffled onto the bed where his father and friend had royally screwed each other's brains out and buried his head in the sweaty, sticky sheets. With his cheeks burning in pure shame, Brooklyn Beckham inhaled the sex scent of the Daddy Beckham and his former friend Lance, picturing in his head the scenes he had just witnessed as he furiously beat his average six incher. His ears were soon assaulted with the muffled sounds from the bathroom, the now familiar erotic groans as the young student and the studly married hunk began their third round of lovemaking. Utterly humiliated, Brooklyn finally shot his guilty load, stifling his moans into the cumstained sheets. His own little load was barely noticable amongst the sweat and Daddy Beckham fuckslime.
His mind still spinning, he grabbed his pants and ran for the door.