“I’m glad you could join us, son,” my dad greeted me, standing in front of his old camper, holding hands with his 19-year-old boyfriend Jax. They were even dressed similarly, I noted. “Jax and I have been looking forward to this trip,” Dad smiled. “I want the two most important men in my life to get to know each other.” In that moment, I didn’t realize that getting to know my dad’s new boyfriend would mean sticking my big dick in the little slut.
It had been a year of upheaval for Dad. With his fiftieth birthday on the horizon, he had divorced my mom and started fucking one of his male students at the university where he taught—probably not in that exact order. And now Dad and his new boy toy were an official couple.
“Jax is—uh—just a little younger than you,” Dad told me over the phone when he broke the news to me.
“Dad—the boy is only nineteen, according to Mom,” I protested. “He’s six years younger than me—and not even half your age.”
“Age is just a number,” Dad insisted. “I think you’re really going to like him, which is why I’ve asked Jax to join us on our trip in the camper this summer.”
“What?” I gasped. The annual trip had always been just Dad and me. Never my mom. Never any of my buddies. Never any of my girlfriends. “Why do you get to bring your new boyfriend?” I demanded.
Dad ignored my pleas and overruled all my objections in the weeks leading up to the trip. And it took all my strength to go through with the ordeal when I arrived to Dad’s house in early June to meet Jax for the first time and begin our annual summer adventure.
“I’m glad you could join us, son,” Dad greeted me, standing in front of his camper, holding hands with Jax. They were even dressed similarly. Fucking shoot me.
We drove up into the mountains the first day, an awkward, polite silence taking hold between us as we did a long hike. We stopped at a few vistas, Dad asking me to take photos of him and Jax while they held hands, sometimes kissing—with tongue. It was a difficult pill to swallow.
The sleeping arrangements had caused some consternation. The camper had a pullout bed in the back that slept two comfortably, three not so much. But Dad was determined to make it work. I had brought a small pup tent and a sleeping bag to sleep outside of the camper, weather permitting.
Dad pulled into one of our favorite campsites that first day and quickly built a campfire. After a dinner of hot dogs roasted over the fire, the stars shining bright above us, Dad pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam, passing it between the three of us.
“So, why don’t you tell me how you two started—uh—dating?” I asked taking a swig of bourbon as Dad and Jax huddled together opposite me.
“I sucked his cock at a gloryhole on campus,” Jax laughed. “The one in the basement of the science library.”
“To be fair—I just needed to drop a quick load,” Dad interjected. “I didn’t know that Jax was my student at the time.”
“I knew,” Jax giggled. “I recognized you through the gloryhole and knew I had scored when you pushed that big cock through to me.”
“Jax dropped my class right after that,” Dad shared. “The university has no issue with students and professors—uh—fraternizing, as long as they don’t have an academic connection.”
“We certainly had a connection,” Jax groped Dad’s cock lasciviously through his pants. My dad then crossed his legs to hide his raging boner.
Dad quickly changed the subject, peppering me with questions about work—“It’s okay”—and asking if I was seeing (fucking) any new girls—“Not really.” I had to admit that it was difficult to see my dad so happily in love when my own sex life had been shit lately.
“Well,” Dad stretched, “I think Jax and I are gonna hit the camper for a little couple time.” This occurrence had been discussed in advance with Dad—that I would give them an hour or so alone in the camper each night before bedtime to, well, fuck.
“Have fun,” I wished them awkwardly.
“Oh—we will,” Jax winked back at me, the little cock slut.
The festivities inside the camper started almost immediately. I tried not to listen, really I did. But it was hard to ignore the persistent moans and grunts of ecstasy pouring out of the open windows, the camper shaking from side to side, and carnal outbursts of:
“Yeah, suck my big cock. Get it ready for your tight hole.”
“Mmm, fuck me. You’re big dick feels so good in my cunt.”
“Yeah, open that pussy for me. You’re about to get my load.”
“Breed me. Fucking seed my ass.”
“Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”
After about forty-five minutes of live porn being broadcast to the campsite, Dad and Jax finally quieted. Soon, the door to the camper opened. Dad emerged naked into the cool night air, his big cock swinging between his legs, glistening wet. He had always been proud of his incredible body and was somewhat of an exhibitionist.
Dad approached me at the campfire, his spent cock inches from my face, a drop of cum defying gravity at the tip. In his hand he held a joint. He took a toke and then handed it to me. We passed it back and forth for a few minutes in silence before Dad blurted out, “Jax wants you to fuck him.”
“What?” I gasped incredulously. “You told him I’m not gay, right? That I don’t fuck guys.”
“Well, to be fair, I didn’t fuck guys either until a year ago,” Dad laughed in a burst of smoke.
“When did you last have some pussy?” Dad cut me off, passing the joint back to me. “When did you last get off without your right hand doing all the work?”
“I—I dunno,” I took a toke, the smoke exiting my nasal passages in a thin stream. “It’s been awhile.”
“I’m betting it was Alexa—the last you had some poontang,” he guessed correctly. “And you two broke up over two years ago.”
“It’s not easy, Dad,” I tried to argue. “I try to put myself out there but—”
“You just need to get back in the saddle,” Dad cut me off. “And just so you know, there’s a horse in that camper that wants you to ride him hard.”
“I think that horse has already been broken,” I poked fun at his metaphor.
“Yeah, I just fuckin’ beat that horse to death,” Dad laughed boastfully. “But seriously, son. You just need to get laid. Go in there and fuck that boy. He’s got a sweet cunt. And he thinks it would be good for us all if you fucked him. Sex is a powerful bond.”
“You—you seriously want me to fuck your boyfriend?” I asked. “You’re not going to be weirded out by it? You’re not gonna act all pissed off at me afterwards?”
“Of course not,” Dad assured me. “Jax is young and has an insatiable sex drive—far out pacing this old timer’s libido,” he laughed. “I try to keep up with him, but sometimes I enjoy taking a break and letting another man use his hole. I kind of like being cucked, I guess. And who better to cuck me than my own son?”
This wasn’t the first time that I’d been given the opportunity to fuck a guy. A dude on my lacrosse team in high school came out to me and then promptly offered up his ass. A fraternity brother tried to get me to fuck him late one night while we were drunk and watching porn. And I had lost count of the many, many guys at the gym who, after seeing my big one in the showers, had offered to bend over for me.
But what all those offers had in common was that my response was always: “No, thanks. I’m good.” And I was good. I was handsome, athletic, and hung like fuck. Pussy was easy for me. And then, one day, it simply wasn’t easy anymore. But maybe it was all in my head? Maybe Dad was right? Maybe I just needed to get back in the saddle and get my mojo back?
Maybe I just needed to fuck Jax?
“Look, son,” Dad continued, taking a deep drag on the joint as he stared into the fire. “I think if you’d just open up your mind to the possibility of sex with a man, then you will find that—”
“I’ll do it,” I blurted out, cutting him off. “I’ll fuck your boyfriend—I’ll fuck Jax.”
Jax was on the pullout bed in the back of the camper when I entered. He was on his stomach, Dad’s pearly cum leaking from his used hole. Stripping off my shirt and stepping out of my shorts, I was quickly upon him, my big dick raging to be inside his sloppy hole.
“I was hoping you’d come in here and fuck me,” Jax moaned, turning his face back towards me as he raised his ass slightly, giving me better access to his hole. “Damn, you’re just as hung as your dad,” he observed astutely. “Get that big dick in me.”
Not needing any further invitation, I climbed between his legs. Planking above his ass, my arms pushed into the mattress on either side of Jax, I lined up my dick with his gaping hole and slid right into him.
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, finally enjoying the warm embrace of a wet hole after a prolonged dry spell. “Dad was right—you do have a sweet cunt,” I marveled, delivering some initial deep thrusts, testing out Dad’s new fuck toy.
“It’s all yours,” Jax taunted, grinding his ass into me, my balls mashed against his hole. “Fucking wreck my cunt with that big dick. Show me what you got,” he dared me.
And so I reared myself upwards, my hands at the small of his back, just above his ass, all my weight upon him. I was going to give Jax what he wanted—I was going to fucking wreck him.
Instantly, I began to jackhammer his sloppy cunt. A wet thwack echoed inside the camper as I pounded his hole mercilessly, Dad’s cum driven more and more out of Jax’s used hole with each forceful thrust into his bowels.
“That’s it, son,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear. His hands were on my shoulders, massaging me like I was a boxer about to go into the ring. “Fuck his ass,” Dad hissed in my ear. “Fucking destroy his boy pussy.”
Emboldened by my father’s directive, I fucking let loose on Jax. In college, I had a reputation for being a bit of a fuck boy, mindlessly smashing whatever pussy came my way with complete disregard for the bitches themselves. I found myself channeling that old version of me, hammering Jax’s quivering cunt into submission with a violent intensity.
“FUCK,” Jax screamed, pushing himself up onto all fours as I moved my hands to his shoulders, digging into his flesh while I continued to pummel him relentlessly. “You’re getting me so good. You’re gonna make me cum,” he cried out, his hard dick bobbing up and down between his legs in rhythmic unison with each drive I delivered into his cunt. “I’m so close.”
“Make that bitch cum,” Dad was in my ear again. “Make him shoot his load with your big cock buried in his guts.”
I delivered a rapid succession of thrusts, battering his bowels as his sphincter began to throb around the base of my thick cock. “FUCK—I’m cumming,” he screamed, his load spraying all over the sheet as I continued to plow him. I could feel every pulse of his orgasm, his fuck canal contracting and relaxing around my cock. The sensation was mind-blowing and orgasm inducing.
“Cum with him,” Dad demanded in my ear, my load rising in my shaft, my balls beginning to throb. “Breed that bitch while he writhes and screams on your big rod.”
“Get ready for it, Jax,” I growled, my load imminent. “You’re about to get my nut.”
“Breed me,” Jax begged, his knees giving out, my weight driving his body into the mattress as his orgasm finished and mine commenced. “Fucking seed my hole.”
“FUCK—SHIT,” I grunted, giving one last, deep thrust as my cock erupted in his depths, my load spraying into his wrecked cunt. My seed spewed forth in the little slut, uniting with the load my dad had left behind, our shared DNA mixing together like some mutant experiment. “FUCK,” I continued to grunt until my balls had stopped throbbing, the last of my load deposited into Jax.
“Well done, son,” Dad slapped me proudly on the back as I pulled out of Jax, my load—and Dad’s—gushing from that used cunt. “You did good, son. Now it’s my turn for another round,” Dad announced, shoving me out of the way as he plunged his big cock into Jax’s sloppy hole.
The night stretched on from there, Dad and I taking turns as we dumped load after load into Jax, the boy always begging for more. I felt alive again, the master of my big cock once more. Sex had completely transformed me, restoring my lost confidence and self-esteem. And I had my dad to thank for this new lease on life.
We got dressed up in denim jeans and button-downs the next evening for a night out at Armadillo’s, a honky-tonk bar and restaurant that Dad always loved to visit on our trip. After fucking Jax the night before, I had reclaimed my mojo and was ready to score some pussy again.
In no time, I had a hot, blonde bitch in boots and Daisy Dukes flirting with me, pushing her big tits up against me on the dance floor. And so I lured her back to the old camper, parked just across the street. With her boots wrapped around my meaty ass, I pounded out my nut into her baggy cunt.
“There’s the man,” Dad high-fived me after the bitch and I had done our walk of shame back to the bar, parting ways inside as she loudly told her friends that I was hung like a motherfucker. “Did you enjoy her pussy?” Dad inquired.
“It was alright,” I shrugged. “To be honest, I think I’d rather dump a load in Jax again later tonight, if you don’t mind.”
“Mind?” Dad laughed, gesturing to Jax out on the dance floor, two studs in cowboy hats grinding up against him. “It looks like Jax is organizing a pretty hot gang bang for us all tonight.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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