What's Up World?

[kentaro8211]

[thisissiriusly]

Hole is always ready to be used. Just spit on it and slide right in.

[dirtydads-filthyfathers]

“C'mon Son, how often is your Mom gone for the whole week, huh?

4 or 5 loads a day isn’t weird… Might as well dump as much cum in me as possible before she gets back!”

[everythingsbeautifulwithyou]

(via dirtydads-filthyfathers)

[smalltownsblog-deactivated20181]

[dirtydads-filthyfathers]

When I asked Dad how he managed to not fuck anyone at his work conference, he said “Easy, Kid…”

[quaintace]

Our team had won the national college bowl for our program and there was an open bar at our hotel with a free round on our professor that had taught us everything we needed to know. One round became two, two became three, and as the rounds went on, there were less and less people still here. I had downed my fourth whiskey and decided to pay my tab. I decided it was a pass to let myself get away with drinking tonight as I’d been eating healthy, putting in the work at the school gym, and had straight A’s. And hey, we just won a national college bowl against the tops schools around the country. As I was paying my tab, Professor Harrison, or Bill as he tells us to call him, walked up next to me. He stood 6’2, late 50s, temples starting to gray , and one helluva dad-bod that I learned to admire throughout these 3 years of the program. “Hey, nice job today, kiddo. You really held us in the final round between Oregon.” He’d said as he clasped my shoulder. God, his touch nearly brought me to a full hard on in my jeans. “Thanks, Bill. Couldn’t have done it without your tough lectures and you grilling me with questions in office hours.” Definitely want him to be grilling something else though. I’d waited for him to pay his tab too and then we walked toward the elevator together. He leaned toward my ear as we walked and said, “I could help you out with more one on one time if you need help with anything at all, kid.” “Hm, kid? I’m 21 now, Bill. I don’t think a kid could have a body like me.” I stopped in my tracks and flexed for him to see all my effort I’d put in the gym. I looked over at Bill and I saw him staring with his mouth agape and wide-eyes as he’d just bared witness to my gun-show for him. “Oh, sorry Bill, I guess I got carried away” It’d been a few seconds before he’d respond. “No, you’re totally right. No kid could have those stud muscles of yours; nor your brains.” He say with a wink. I don’t know if he was subtly flirting because of the drinks we’d all had, but I’m going to take a shot at this since now I’m boned up hard in my jeans. I just hope Bill doesn’t notice. “Thanks, Bill that means a lot coming from you.” God, why can’t I think of anything else to say to him besides that?? We stood there for. couple of seconds until he broke the awkward silence. “Uh, um, why don’t we head up to our floor kid- uh sorry, Alex? It’s pass midnight already and we gotta catch the bus early in the morning to head back to school.” It looks like I missed a chance with my dream man of a professor. “Sure. Let’s go.” It was a silent elevator ride and he walked me to my room. My room was adjacent to his actually, so not a far walk for him. He patted my shoulder and said “Goodnight, Alex.” He said with another wink of his. “Goodnight Bill.” I said with a smile and stare into his ocean blue eyes probably a little too long and then headed into my room. I jumped in bed with my face in my pillow and just screamed. I laid there for about five minutes until I decided to get up and shower. As I let the water run to warm up, I heard my text tone. I looked and it was Bill and there was an attachment to his text. “Like I said earlier kiddo, if you want more one on one time with me, I can help you out with it. And I’m not talking about school this time…” What was he saying? He couldn’t mean what I think he means could he? I scrolled a bit further down and saw video. The thumbnail was him naked on his bed with a pillow under him, and he was dry humping it. It was a short clip, but it was one that made me hard faster than I’ve been hard before. I replayed it so many times that I got another text from him. “You like? This pillow could be you if you come next door right now…” I don’t think I ran faster than I could. I ran over so fast, I left the water and lights on in my room, but it was all worth it since I had dreamed of having this moment with my stud of a professor for the longest time…

[boxerboy864]

[aninsidejob]

Told my son I would do something special for his birthday if he only invited his closest friends and swore them to secrecy. They couldn’t know I had arranged it, so we made a cover story for how he could achieve this on his own. I told him I would line up a call girl, but she couldn’t know who they were either. So, I built a boxed in area with access to an outside door and a gloryhole in to the garage. We set it up as a game room with a pool table, snacks, and beer. (That part they knew was me, but way less trouble to get into on that one). The night was set. I would stay out of the way, and the boys would party and shoot as many loads as they wanted into our mystery party girl. I put a screenshot of our guest on the outside of the box with a few rules. No peeking, no talking other than dirty talk, take turns and be respectful. It also specified that our lovely guest was fully tested and willing to take loads. There was a little switch which was labeled “blowjob” or could be flipped to “let’s fuck”. A dim red light came on in the box to let her know when they were ready to switch holes. I really was killing it at this gift giving thing. The best part was, it was mostly a gift for me. Even my sneaky little punk son (that’s him in the hat), didn’t suspect my plot twist. The boys arrive and the gloryhole area is under a black sheet. After I say good night, post cake and regular boring birthday shit, I leave and go around to welcome our guest… that’s right, good ole dad was going to be playing the role of anonymous cumslut for hire. Another thing I definitely didn’t share with my son was the amount of hidden cams I had added from every conceivable angle. This was a once in a lifetime situation, I wanted to be able to relive this over and over. Once I was in position, I gave the signal to Owen via text and he unveiled the gloryhole. The boys were in shock, but soon started to hoot and holler in excitment. He told them the story of how he set it up and they bought it. No need looking a gift horse in the mouth, really. They decided that the birthday boy should pick the order and he said he wanted her mouth first, but her ass last. That’s my pervs boy for ya, smart. Once the order was picked, there was fanfare and a drumroll as I watched a small monitor I had near the floor in the box. I saw my son start to pull his shorts down and approach the hole. I was there, kneeling on a foam mat, ready for a long night of service. My son’s dick was even more beautiful than I imagined. It slipped through the hole and I admired it briefly before I sucked it’s entire 8 inches down my hungry throat. His eyes rolled back in his head as all he could say was a very drawn out, “fffuuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk”. He said, “ yeah baby girl, take that cock! I’m gonna blow my load down your throat soon, but you’ll be getting lots more from me, so don’t worry”. And a few minutes in I felt his dick turn to stone and I knew my dreams were coming true. His knees buckled a bit as he said, “yeah, slut, suck all the cum out of these nuts”. I did as I was directed and gobbled down every drop of my son’s delicious teen spooge. I also had a camera on the inside and made a point to show it his load swirling around my tongue. I savored the moment and the flavor, then I swallowed it all down like the nectar of the gods. Each boy took a turn on my mouth, but some didn’t want to blow their load there so they waited for things to escalate. The first to flip the switch was Tommy. He’s the tall one in the varsity hockey shirt. He’s by far my favorite for many reasons, but amongst them is that he’s got the biggest cock of the crew. My son’s is impressive and gorgeous, but Tommy can definitely do a bit more damage. Luckily, I was well trained for this moment with a few toys I’d bought special for this. Tommy kept his thick cock through the hole, slick with his best friend’s dad’s saliva…and I stood up and turned, grabbed his rock hard boy meat and slide it into my generously lubed hole. He took a few short strokes and picked up his pace…. to be continued…

[minotaurus33]

[competitivemen]

"Oh, hello there. You must be Leo. Don't worry, I didn't break in; I'm Gareth's dad. He's told me all about you. I have to say, he's not been happy having to share a dorm room with a faggot such as yourself."

"What? You thought he didn't know? Please, you've hardly been subtle, have you? You've been staring at Gareth's crotch while he changed and stole his underwear to do god knows what with. It gave him some pretty big clues as to your preferences."

"Don't look so worried. He's not going to beat you up for it. I talked him out of doing that. No, instead, I've been trying to tell him the potential benefits of having a fag for a roommate. I'd have killed for an ass and mouth I could dump a load into whenever I wanted to when I was at university. He should at least try your holes out before deciding what to do with you."

"So where is he? Well, you see, he was pretty sceptical that you'd even let him fuck you. Apparently, he's gotten in his head that fags have too much self-respect to let straight guys fuck them. What are they teaching your generation? I laughed at the idea and told him that if he let you walk in on him naked, you'd let him do anything he wanted to do to you. The same as any fag would for any straight man who offered."

"Don't deny it; I can see you drolling over my big cock. Now, he didn't believe me either and asked, 'What even if it was an old guy like you that offered?' The cheeky brat. Calling me old. That made me say that I'd prove it to him next time I visited him. And, well, here we are."

"Is that why I'm naked? You fags really don't have any thoughts apart from thinking about taking cock, do you? Yes, that's why I'm naked. So get to it, prove me right, and suck this straight dad cock."

"Oh fuck, it's been a while since I've had one of these. Ugh yeah, suck it, bitch, fuck that's good. Yeah, get it all the way down. Yeah, that's it. Ahh, fuck. Hey, smile for the camera."

*Click*

"Oh no, you don't. Stay the fuckdown slut. Eugh, yeah, take it all. Fuck, your throat feels great around my cock. Yes, choke on it, Faggot! Swallow my cum! Fuck! Take it!"

"There we go. That wasn't so bad now, was it? Just remember. *slap* Don't you dare try and pull off in the middle of giving a blowjob again, or next time, the guy you're blowing will hold your head down until you pass out. I'll make sure Gareth knows the score."

"Yes, you heard me right; Gareth had gone and changed his mind. He's seen the photo I sent of you with my cock down your throat and decided that having you as a roommate won't be so bad after all. I knew he'd come around."

"There's no need to thank me; I'm just making sure my son knows his rights as a straight man when it comes to using fag holes. But if you insist. Gareth won't be here for a while, and I think I've got another load in me, despite what Gareth says about me being an old man. I'd be happy to break in your other hole and get you fully ready to be my son's cum dump. Hmm?"

"Thats a good slut; get in position. I'm going to be jealous of Gareth getting to use you full time when I have to head back home, but I suppose getting to use you first is a fair trade. I'll get him to send me updates on how you're progressing as a cocksleave; he owes me that much for getting you ready for him, after all."

[talesfromunderthemattress]

Father’s Day Tales: The Best Kind Of Present

I woke up sometime around seven. For me, that counted as sleeping in nowadays, and it didn’t matter if I tried rolling over and closing my eyes tight - I was pretty much awake now. Well-rested, at least. Fucking horny, too. I slid my hand under the covers and took hold of my cock, feeling its familiar warm heft. I still woke up most days with a sleep hardon, like I’d been doing since I was a kid, something I was kind of proud of. Well, that and my cock in general - I’m a big boy down there, a nice, hefty, girthy unit ridged with a thick vein, the big mushroom head protected by a thick sheaf of foreskin. Past seven inches when it got fully hard, a cock built for pleasure for sure.

But the only person around to get any pleasure from it this morning was me. Chrissie was working a day shift at the hospital, and I’d been hoping she’d wake me up before she left this morning for a little early-morning fun. But no dice. Maybe when she got home this evening, but based on past experience, I highly doubted she’d be in the mood. She hadn’t been in the mood very much at all lately, which meant I’d been jacking off a lot more, and as fun as that had always been, I really missed a warm, tight  opening to slide my big dick inside of.

Hell of a thing, I thought to myself as I lay there, slowly toying with my thickening unit. Father’s Day, even, and no presents for the little man here.

It wasn’t like I was asking a lot. I made good money, didn’t work all the damn time, did my share of the household stuff. I was courteous and attentive to her needs. I knew how to make her cum after nearly twenty years together, and I genuinely enjoyed doing it. I was still in real good shape, and worked hard to keep myself as fit as a man in his forties can be. Maybe not as hard-edged as I was back in college when we’d met, but I still had the frame and the muscles from my football days - the big shoulders, the deep chest, the long, powerful legs, the muscular ass. I still got plenty of looks, and if I was that kind of guy, could have gotten plenty of play. Apparently not here in my own home, though.

Thinking like that just bummed me out, and as much as I usually enjoyed handling my best buddy, my heart wasn’t in it so much now. After awhile, I let it be, sighed, swung my legs out of bed and found my plush, comfy bathrobe. I went to pull my underwear back on, then decided fuck it - nobody else was up, why not do something a little different? I belted the soft robe around my naked body, kind of loving the sensation of being buck-ass underneath it.

This is what passes for your kicks nowadays, huh Scott? I thought to myself, then shut that train of thought down and went out to the kitchen to get the coffee started.

The thing is, though… once you get a train rolling, it’s damn hard to stop it. Between thinking about sex, or more precisely my lack of it lately, and the soft caress of the fabric of my robe against my still-chubbed cock, I was starting to get a serious case of The Horns. Standing at the kitchen sink, looking out the window to the backyard, my mind kept coming back to the feeling of my hand on my shaft, the slick friction of my foreskin grazing over the head, and the last time I’d actually fucked my wife. What had it been now - a month? Jesus - time flies even when you’re not having fun, I guess. By the time the coffee machine had finished its work, I was throwing a solid bone under my robe, pressing hard against the edge of the kitchen counter in a way that felt pretty damn good. I reached between the folds of the robe to give myself a good, solid, ball-tingling squeeze with one hand, poured coffee into the cup with the other, and started to think about taking the show back to bed and going to town on myself a little after all.

I picked up my coffee and was about to make my move, when of course, I heard footsteps. I mean, shit, they warn you when you have kids that you’ll never get a moment alone again, but mine were teenagers, for fuck’s sake - they were supposed to sleep until noon. By the heavyish tread, I knew it was Eric, my eldest, so I swallowed my sigh of frustration, because it was Father’s Day, and I really did love my kids. Instead, I let go of my cock and rearranged the front of my robe, and took a sip of my coffee and hoped it would go down some before he got here.

“Hey, happy Father’s Day, Dad,” I heard him say, his voice thick with sleep, and so deep, all of a sudden. I looked over my shoulder with a smile, since I was still standing at near full mast under the robe.

“Thanks buddy,” I said, and he beamed at me like the boy he used to be. Not a boy anymore, not by a long shot. He’d come through his awkward phase with a growth spurt a year ago, and was starting to thicken up like I had at his age, growing into his broad-shouldered, long-legged frame. A good-looking kid, the best of my and his mother’s features, and already the girls liked him, even if he didn’t quite seem to like them back the same way. My fatherly instincts told me we’d be having a Big Talk sometime in the future, once he got brave and figured himself out. It was no skin off my ass, if he turned out to be gay, or bi, or whatever - he was heading off to college in a couple months, and I wanted him to be happy and enjoy himself. That’s all a parent can truly want for their kid, right?

Anyway, he came on into the kitchen, and I had a moment of panic because my cock really hadn’t gone down any - that unstoppable train thing, and all. He had an envelope in one hand and a kind of sheepish smile on his face, almost like he was embarrassed to give it to me. Almost as sheepish as I felt, my front side still turned to the sink, trying to hide my tent. I set the coffee down and took the card.

Dear Dad - thanks for showing me how to be a man. You’ve always been there  for me, and I’ll always be there for you. Love, E.

Yeah, I got a little bit of a lump in my throat at that. I loved this kid - even if he’d been a pain in the ass at times, all kids are, and at the end of the day, it’s the person they grow up to be that matters, right? 

“Thanks, buddy,” I said again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Dad,” he said, and I sure hadn’t heard that very often through his awkward teen years, but it felt real good to hear it now. I stretched out one arm to kind of side-hug him, but he surprised me by stepping in close and slipping both arms around me fully, and that was definitely something he hadn’t done in some time. It felt good though, damn good, as he gave me a squeeze, and I found myself turning to face him so I could hug him right back.

Right as I wrapped my arms round him and squeezed him back, I felt him kind of freeze, and at the same time registered the press of my boner against his hip, through my robe and the old gym shorts he was wearing. I froze up too, and we both kind of stood there, my face starting to burn, for what was just a moment, but felt like an eternity.

Fuck, Scott, I thought to myself sternly. Thirty years to figure out how to get your cock under control, and here you are…

I opened my mouth to say something - Yeah, what are you gonna say, idiot? my brain piped up - and started to loosen my grip on my boy, disengage from the hug. But he surprised me by tightening his arms around me again, squeezing me in another hug, his face turned away and resting on my shoulder. I didn’t know how to respond to that - I mean, my fucking hardon was basically full-blown, and still sandwiched between us - but I guess my paternal instincts took over, and I hugged him back again. And as if the moment couldn’t get any more awkward for me, I felt the stirring of my boy’s cock against my thigh.

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[gaythroatfucking]

[competitivemen]

At my first university track meet, my dad pointed out one of the guys I’d be racing against. “Make sure you beat that one, son. His dad and I used to be track rivals back in the day. We’ve got a bit of a bet on which one of you is going to do better today. Show him and his father that we’re a family of winners. I’ve got a lot riding on this, so don’t let me down.” He said, while giving my shoulder a tight squeeze. I’m always eager to live up to my dad’s expectations and make him proud, so I promised to do my best.

Unfortunately, my best wasn’t quite good enough, as I was just beaten to the finish line by the guy my dad had told me to beat. While I was sad knowing I’d cost Dad the bet, I couldn’t hold it against the guy who beat me, as Martin didn’t seem to be a bad guy, especially after he’d come over to introduce himself and congratulate me on a well-run race. We were both eager to find our dads to see what they thought of our race. However, we couldn’t find them anywhere in the stands, despite both having seen them standing next to each other and chatting before the race had begun. Martin suggested they might have gone to the toilets, so we headed to the nearest ones to check.

Upon entering, we found my dad bent over, his head hidden by a urinal divider, and his jeans and underwear pulled down to expose his ass, allowing for Martin’s dad to have full access to fuck him. I briefly hoped that maybe it wasn’t my dad being fucked in public right in front of me, but his moans as his hole was stretched open by the cock being shoved into him confirmed that it was him. They didn’t seem to have notice Martin and I when we’d entered, so we stood there in stunned silence as his dad fucked my dad.

After what must have been minutes but felt like hours, Martin’s dad finally noticed us standing there watching. With a grin towards us, he grabbed my dad’s hips and slammed himself as far as he could into my dad’s ass. My dad let out a pathetic whine as he struggled to take the full length of the cock invading his hole. Martin’s dad continued to stare directly at us as he slowly pulled out before continuing to pound his cock back into my dad’s ass.

At that point, Martin leaned over to me. “It’s a good thing I won; your dad looks like a natural at taking the cock of winners. Do you think he’ll let the guy who beat his son have a go at his ass? I’d love to add my load after my dad’s finished with him.” He said, as he gave my shoulder a tight squeeze.

[thickbelt1]

[1952oldman]

Uhm definitely a ten woof

[porter-the-barbarian]

Sir just finished in me in front of the beach goers

[roughlookingdaddy]

I went to the beach with Dad and my brother Cam. Was NOT expecting this to be a nudist beach. When I saw Dad get naked, I immediately got hard. I’ve always liked his burly body but never realized he had such a beautiful dick. Because I was embarrassed that I got hard, I didn’t want to take my clothes off. I waited until I got soft again, but every time I saw Dad do something new, like when he was all wet from the ocean, or when he opened his legs to get more sun in the chair reading a book, I would get hard. I tried to hide it so hard but Cam did notice. Thank god Dad didn’t. Cam eventually said, “dude, he’s our Dad! Chill!” I blushed.

When we got to the hotel late in the evening, Dad was covering himself only with a towel. He dropped it and got naked again. I couldn’t help but continue to stare. He signaled me to go to the bathroom and hesitantly I did. Inside, he locked the door, push my head to his crotch and said, “Cam will probably be back soon. I sent him to get us beers.” I sucked his dick which to my surprised grew even more than I imagined. I had to open my mouth so wide it was kinda hard not to use my teeth. But Dad didn’t complain. He fucked my throat gently until he started thrusting harder and deeper. I could feel his body start to shake as I’m rubbing my hands through his fur. I then feel his cum fill my throat which I so graciously swallowed. Dad then stood me up, leaned me on the sink, and seeing us on the mirror, he started fingering my hole. “You look so beautiful when you’re moaning,” he said. I’m stroking my dick and I do not take very long to shoot my load too.

[maturefine]

[maturedadsandmen]

Although you wouldn’t know it by looking at him, Dad was a pretty religious guy.  When I silently padded out of the hotel bathroom and saw him kneeling on the floor in just his jock strap, presenting his ass to me, I thought my dreams were finally about to come true.  It wasn’t until I heard his whispers that I realized he was saying his nightly prayers (yes, I see the natural light streaming in the photo and know it’s daytime in the pic.  Suspend your disbelief).  “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep blah, blah, blah...”

After he finished that same prayer that so many of us learned to recite as children, he started ad libbing, praying for everything from world peace to his favorite contestant on America’s Got Talent.  What he ended the prayer with really got me worked-up, though.  “And Lord...  This may be out of your wheelhouse, but I’m gonna ask anyway.  If you can somehow find a way to touch Jared’s heart and make him see that I’ve got it bad for him, I’d really appreciate it.  I know most would say it’s against your teachings, but I can’t help it.  We’d be good together...and I’m pretty sure I catch a vibe from him.  I just want him to realize how I feel so he’ll make the first move.  ‘Cause I gotta tell you...I’m terrified to do it and ruin our relationship.  So, uh, yeah...  That’s about it for tonight, Lord.  Thanks for listening.  Amen.”

With a grin on my face, I slipped my shorts down to the carpet, stepped out of them, and walked toward him with my dick growing with every step I took.  Looks like he was about to get his prayers answered.  Talk about instant karma!

[dilfsfordays]

[maturedadsandmen]

The moment you snapped the candid shot in the upstairs hallway of the sprawling suburban house, you knew that the innocent game of Truth or Dare you'd started half an hour earlier was starting to go off the rails. And judging by the growing bulge in your pants, it was the good kind of off the rails. The kind of off the rails where things happen that might have seemed impossible just a couple hours before.

Craig seemed pissed that you and the other guys had roped his father into playing. But of all of the fellas in the gang, all of you considered Craig to be the luckiest. Mr. Hargrave had always by far been the coolest Cool Dad. Everyone else's father was either a total stick in the mud or too focused on his own life to give a shit about what his son was up to. You were pretty sure Mr. H would be down to take a break from watching a basketball game on TV to play a silly game with a bunch of college bros who were spending the night drinking, eating pizza, and goofing off before the start of Spring semester.

Everyone was plastered by that point, so no one thought a second about it when it was Craig's turn, he chose dare, and Jordan blurted out that he dared Craig and Mr. H to grab and rub each other's crotches for one minute. In fact, a couple of the guys laughed their asses off. A couple others chuckled nervously, and Mr. H and Craig both blushed. "Fuck off, bro," Craig spat. "I'm not doing that with my fuckin' dad!"

Looking not fazed in the least and wearing a congenial grin, Mr. H placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "C'mon, Son. It's just a game. Let's give them their fun and get it over with. It'll be fine."

After father and son locked eyes for a few moments, the scowl left Craig's face and he relented...still looking fairly nonplussed to be in the situation in the first place. "Dammit! Fine..." He sighed, rolled his eyes, and reached out to place his hand on his father's crotch, which Mr. H then copied on Craig.

At first, a few of the guys snickered and I heard the murmurs of soft conversations taking place, even making out a "Holy fuck! They're actually doing it!" and a "Jeez! This is fuckin' wild!"

Somewhere along the way the mood suddenly shifted, though. The hallway outside Craig's room fell silent. Mr. H & Craig were locked in each other's gaze, their hands grabbing and pawing at each other. I'm not sure if the other guys were able to see, but you saw because you were standing closest to them. Both were now pawing at stone hard boners.

The five of you stood there at rapt attention, watching the lusty show in front of you. So rapt that no one even noticed that more than the allotted minute of the dare had gone by. While performing the lewd act, both men had pulled closer to each other and it looked as if they were on the verge of making out when whatever spell had been cast suddenly seemed to break and Mr. H pulled back. Each of their hands snapped back from their grip. It was now plainly obvious to everyone that Craig and his father had major hardons ready to bust through the denim...if denim could be easily bust through.

Craig was still blushing and looked embarrassed by the whole thing...though you weren't sure if he was embarrassed because he and his dad had gotten each other hard or if he was embarrassed that his buddies were there to see it happen. Mr. H cleared his throat and tried in vain to reassert his paternal nature to the group. He reached over and patted his son's shoulder. "That's enough of that. As you can see, we completed the dare, so I think it's someone else's turn. You fellas head back into the bedroom and keep on playing I'm going back down to the den to get back to the game."

After muttering half-hearted goodbyes and thanks for playing, Mr Hs to him, all of you - at least you THOUGHT all of you - filed back into Craig's room and resumed the game, sticking mostly to dares and truths of a non-sexual nature...as non-sexual as a bunch of horndogs in their early 20s can be.

About 10 minutes passed when you looked up and noticed Craig was gone. Because the evening had taken such a turn and to save your best friend any further embarrassment, you didn't mention his absence to the other guys. Instead, you excused yourself under the pretext of needing to take a leak and went into the hallway, wondering if Craig was pouting by himself over what had happened earlier.

As you looked down the hall toward the stairs, you saw the door to the master bedroom closed. You were almost certain it had been open earlier. As you moved closer, the sounds were faint at first but became more clear by the time you pressed your ear to the closed door. It was the unmistakable sound of the repetitive and rapid squeak of a mattress!

Everyone else was accounted for. All of the other guys were in Craig's room goofing off. The only two people who weren't in there other than you were Craig and Mr. H. Holy fuck! They were in there, fucking! And judging by the fragments of words you were hearing above the mattress squeak, it sounded like tonight might not have been their first time.

You knew you shouldn't be standing there. You should be a good buddy and back away...go back into Craig's room to join the others and pretend like nothing was going on a few feet right down the hall. But the horny college kid in you couldn't move a muscle...except to unzip yourself and haul out your own hard member.

For the next five minutes or so, you stood there leaning against the door frame, stroking your cock and listening to the nasty, perverted, erotic, and highly sexy sounds of father and son getting it on. Just when you thought you couldn't edge yourself any longer, you hear loud cries from inside the room and a not-so-muffled "I'm cumming in you, Dad! I'm fucking seeding my old man!"

That's when you lost it and blew your wad, barely able to get your hand underneath to catch it before it sprayed onto the hardwood floor. For a couple minutes you stood there, listening to the two men canoodling in the afterglow and licking your own load from your palm and your fingers. You wanted to stand there longer and try to catch more of the sweet nothings they were saying to each other, but you knew you needed to get back before one of the fellas came looking for you. You standing outside a closed bedroom door with your cock out and a satisfied look on your face would be pretty hard to explain.

You quickly moved to the bathroom to wash the remnants of cum and saliva off of your hands and made it back to Craig's room. By then, the game had fallen by the wayside so you eased your way into the conversation that had taken its place about some hot girl on campus that Randy was hoping to bang.

About five minutes later, Craig reappeared and it was then that everyone seemed to notice he'd been missing for almost half an hour. Looking mighty uncomfortable, Craig glanced at the floor and then muttered a half-hearted, "I went down to hang out with my dad for a couple minutes. I needed to make sure we were good after what happened in the hallway."

The other guys seemed to accept his excuse. After all, it seemed plausible. You were the only one who knew Craig and Mr. H were MORE than good with each other and why that was the case. You'd have to decide whether you'd pull Craig aside later and tell him what you knew. Or maybe not. Maybe half the fun would be keeping it your little secret and then finding ways to have more bro sleepovers with your best buddy to see if you could eavesdrop on more dad-son sex sessions.

It was then that your hard on came roaring back and you were pretty certain you'd need to excuse yourself again shortly to go rub one out in the bathroom. What a great night this turned out to be after all!

Author's Note: To be clear, the above story is 100% fictional. It bears no resemblance to the personal lives of the two men in the above photo. It is completely unclear if the two men pictured above are even related in any way. The above story should in no way be taken as a representation, implication, or insinuation about or of the personal lives of the two men in the photo above.

[everythingsbeautifulwithyou]

(via dirtydads-filthyfathers, dirtydads-filthyfathers, gadaddybear)

Ran into Mr. Reynolds, my old Scout Master.

He wanted to make sure I still knew how to tie a knot & plug a hole.

[bulging]

[jake6spot]

Dad helped me get my spare on. I had never done it by myself so he drove down to make sure I didn’t mess it up. Mom didn’t want to wait so she drove off to go start dinner while me and my dad took care of it.

“All done, buddy,” Dad said. “We’ll have to get you a new tire tomorrow when they’re open. I’ll drive, just in case the car feels funny and we need to pull over.”

“Thanks Dad, sorry you had to come help me,” I told him as I helped put the stuff away in the back.

“Don’t be, you know I’m always here for you,” he smiled and patted my back.

It was always those simple touches that always got me hard. I didn’t want to have a crush on my Dad but I did. He was such a good guy, always taking care of me and I definitely thought he was handsome.

I jumped in the passenger seat and adjusted myself before he got in. He put it in drive and set his hand on my leg as he began to drive. Again with the touching, my dick never found relief when I was around him.

“You have a good day with your friends?” Dad asked as he kept one hand on the wheel and one on my leg.

“Yeah, we just walked around and then saw a movie,” I told him as I looked down at his bulge.

Dad always wore tight jeans that really showed off his cock and balls. It wasn’t completely his fault, he was gifted in that area. My dick jumped as I made out the outline of his dick, I could see it and wanted it.

He kept running his hand up and down my leg as we talked and he drove. My cock was throbbing and I wasn’t able to take much more of it.

“Dad, you’re making me hard,” I finally told him so he’d stop.

I was trying to respect him. The one time he let me jack him off he felt really guilty about it and he told me that we could never do it again.

“Oh, sorry about that,” he said moving his hand.

He looked over and saw my hard-on in my pants. He kept driving but I kept seeing him looking back down at it. After a little while he put his hand back on me and started massaging my leg. He was driving me wild. He moved his hand to my inner thigh and moved his hand across the length of my covered shaft.

I took that as my sign and I put my hand on his bulge and gave the squeeze. He moved his legs apart and let me grab on to him and rub his manhood.

“Oh, that feels good, bubba,” he sighed at my touch. “You like that?” He asked, he knew I did.

“Yeah, Dad. I like it a lot,” I told him.

I reached for his belt and undid it. He put his hand on my back as I unbuttoned his jeans and opened his zipper. I pushed my face down into his underwear and took a deep breath. He was a little sweaty from helping me change my tire and damn did he smell amazing.

I pulled down his underwear where his cock sat perfectly in the thick hair that surrounded it and covered his balls. I kept mine trimmed but his was a little more wild but I really liked it like that. His hand rubbed in my back as I gripped it in my fist and started jacking him off.

“Dad,” I said looking up at him. “I want to suck on you,” I asked with lust in my eyes.

“Okay, go ahead,” he agreed.

I brought his thick cock to my lips and kissed it. It was wet with his man juice as I stuck out my tongue to taste him. He let out a soft moan and I knew that he’d regret it after but right now he wanted it just as bad as I did.

“Shoot, why am I letting you do this?” He asked himself as he felt my mouth open and take him inside. “I’m such a bad father.”

“No, Dad. You’ve always been so good to me, you’re perfect,” I assured him as I started sucking on his cock again.

He rubbed my back as he let me keep going. I gripped his cock in my fist and masturbated and blew him at the same time. I would do anything for him, he deserved anything he wanted. I was praising the man that made me with my mouth. Showing him how much I loved him and all the things I would do make him happy and proud.

He pulled over, we were getting close to home and he didn’t want to arrive with my head in his lap.

“Why does this feel so good and bad at the same time,” he asked himself as my head bobbed up and down his lap.

“Cuz you’re a good guy and you don’t want to hurt mom or me. But you need this, I know you do. Just let me help you when you get like this, I promise it’ll stay between me and you,” I told him giving my jaw a break from his thick cock.

“Okay,” he said giving me a smile. “Thank you. I love you,” he said which I don’t think he understood how much that meant to me in the moment.

“I love you too, Dad,” I replied.

It was intense, the way we were looking at each other. He made the first move, kissing me right on the lips. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue slide inside as my hand felt his cock pulsing. After a tender moment together I went back down on him. He didn’t last long.

“Oh god, bubba. Daddy’s going to cum,” he said under his breath and I felt his balls rise up and his dick thicken.

“Yes!” I moaned on the end of his dick.

“Drink all of Daddy’s cum, we don’t want to make a mess in your car for mom to find. Oh fuck!” He moaned, he rarely cursed.

“Mmm,” was all I could say because I didn’t dare take my mouth off of him.

I felt his dick throb as his warm load filled my mouth. I gulped down the first few jets of it as it flooded over my tongue. He grunted and groaned and couldn’t sit still as his balls shot tons of his sperm into my mouth. I would do anything for this man, and now he knew it.

“Oh shoot, oh damn,” he panted and jerked below me.

I kissed him all over, showing him what it meant to me. His cock barely softened, he definitely enjoyed what his son had done to him. You let me lick him and smell him for a good five minutes. He was coming down from his high and he knew I was really enjoying being in his crotch.

“You ready to get home?” He asked and rubbed my back.

“No, but okay,” I said sitting up, I probably looked crazy, I was so drunk on him and horny. “We can keep doing this right?” I confirmed.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he agreed. “You going to be okay? Sorry we didn’t help you,” he asked putting his hand on my hard dick, always thinking about me.

“I’m good,” I smiled. “I’ll jack off when we get home. When can we do this again?” I quized him, wanting more.

“Your mom’s going to your grandmother’s in a week. We’ll have the house to ourselves,” he told me, giving me something to look forward to.

“Perfect,” I said and took a deep breath and smiled.

“I meant what I said, I love you, son,” Dad said, putting his hand on the back of my head and pulling me in for one more kiss.

I got lost in his mouth, feeling the love that only my father could give. My hand went back to his cock, he was hard as hell. He finally broke away and laughed nervously, the emotions were strong.

“I love you too, Daddy,” I used words that made me feel like a kid again but also like his son.

[southernhimbo]

5 more minutes please

[gayfantasy-world]

You admired his body while he slept but then he bolted up. Luckily he has the sleep mask on, but you knew you were pushing your luck. “Listen,” your best friend said softly, “If I keep this on, I don’t have to know which one of you is in here. Suck my dick, leave, and no one will know. Not even me.”

[billthedrake]

The Boardroom may not be one of my most popular stories (for reasons I get). But I have a new chapter up now, and hopefully another to come before long:

The Boardroom ch. 3

Bill takes a break from the Boardroom and adjusts to life after dating Ethan.

[zazastrikesback]

[allalphas]

Bodybuilder to cuck husband

I’m 24 6’1 190. Looking for a guy to let a young bodybuilder and kinesiology major with 8.5 inches pump his wife hard and cum inside her hot pussy right in front of him and he can only watch tongue-tied by my skill and technique. Ideally, you are husband who is such a beta cuck that you will want to lick my big dick dry after I pull out of your wife and then slurp up my thick cum that is inside your wife’s pussy.

[gc8118]

I’m 40 6’4 220. Married for 18 years. Three kids, all boys: 17, 16,12. I can’t stop looking at your ad.

You really think you could cuck a stud like me? Make my wife cum like she’s never cum before? Give us a fourth boy, superior to all the rest? Laugh at me as I stand weakly by while my wife calls your name, tells you she loves you ? Make me clean out her pussy then lick off your cock?

Call me. Please. Now.

[gc8118]

He didn’t respond for 24 hours. Then I got a text from him:

Pic, cuck.

That was it. 

Was I really going to do this? I stripped off my clothes, looked at myself in the mirror. My 6 inches hard as a rock. It was too humiliating to send him that pic, especially when I saw the hungry look in my eyes.

Instead, I sent him this: 

[bromosaurusrexxx-deactivated202]

[amandahuggenkiss1]

I checked my mail in the mail room of the frat house, said hey to one of my brothers watching TV in the den and then headed up to my room. Sweaty after intramural football practice in September, I had already removed my tank as I got to the top of the stairs.

I opened my door and closed it before realizing there was a man sitting on my roommate Phillip’s bed in his underwear.

“Shit,” I said startled at the realization I wasn’t alone.

“Hey, I’m Phillip’s Dad, Colton,” he said as he raised himself to sit up against the headboard. “I’m sorry to scare you … Phillip said you were in class and practice.”

“Oh, hey,” I said standing there for a second as I calmed down. “Sorry, you just scared the shit out of me. I’m Casey.”

I walked to the big, tan Dad in his underwear and shook his hand. I thought quickly of what to say next.

“So, are you visiting us?” I asked as I wondered how long this hottie would be half naked in my room.

“Well, yes and no,” he smiled. “I’m on business and have a hotel, but I can’t check in for another hour, so Phillip said to make myself at home, so …” he said gesturing toward his naked torso and tight white briefs.

“My kind of dude,” I smiled back. “We always hang out in our underwear,” I said putting him at ease as I stood next to him still sweaty.

“Have a good practice?” He asked looking my body over.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t a formal practice,” I replied. “It was just a few of us getting together to run some drills. We’re first in the league, so we’re trying to keep it that way.”

“Very cool,” Colton replied like a Dad. “Don’t let me get in your way. I don’t want to be a bother.”

“No worries, man,” I said. “I’m just happy it’s Friday. I’m ready to let loose.”

“Big plans?” Colton asked with more interest.

“Not yet, but we always find something,” I responded. “Are you and Phillip doing your own thing?” I asked.

“I’m not sure what his plan is,” he replied honestly. “But you’re welcome to join us for dinner. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Uh oh,” I laughed. “I hope he kept it clean.”

“Only good things,” Colton also laughed. “So, do you workout with Phillip?” He asked again looking my body over. “I think you’re as big as he is.”

“Yeah, we keep each other motivated,” I said not realizing I was adjusting my crotch right at Colton’s eye level. “We’re competitive.”

“I bet it smells really good in here after you’re both done working out,” Colton said locking eyes with me.

“It always smells like a locker room with all of our sweaty clothes and underwear lying around,” I said as I looked around the room. “But it looks like Phillip cleaned up.”

“That was me,” Colton said. “Sorry, it’s just a habit after so many years of cleaning up behind my son.”

“Thanks, Colton,” I smiled. “Anyone who puts away my sweaty underwear is cool with me.”

Colton smiled a sweet smile and thought for a minute.

“Speaking of sweaty, do you mind if I shower?” He asked. “I had meetings this morning and then the drive here.”

“Of course,” I said. “Hopefully the shower isn’t too nasty for you. Phillip and I only get it cleaned by the pledges every once in a while.”

“Must be nice to have someone clean your shower for you,” Colton replied.

“It is,” I said. “We make make two of them clean it in white briefs (I pointed to Colton’s underwear) so they’re nice and embarrassed as they become see through.”

“College guys,” Colton laughed shaking his head. “Got a towel I can borrow, Casey?”

“I’m sure I can find a clean one for you,” I said.

With that, Colton lifted himself off the bed and headed toward the shower as I pulled a bin from under my bed looking for a towel. I found one and pushed the bin back under the bed and got up. Something caught my eye as I was about to walk into the other room — a pair of my dirty briefs sat under where Colton had just been sitting.

I smiled and felt my cock growing in my shorts. “This Is going to be fun,” I told myself.

I turned the corner to see Colton standing with his back to me as he looked toward the shower to his left. He was no doubt thinking of how disgusting our shower was.

“Looks like a pledge is here to clean our shower,” I said as he turned his head to the right now as he listened to me behind him. “Look at that big ass filling out those briefs,” I added.

Colton didn’t move or respond as he tried to figure out what was going on.

“You’re going to get nice and sweaty cleaning our filthy shower, pledge,” I said loudly. “I want you to scrub all of our jizz-covered shower, boy.”

Colton still stood there motionless. I immediately felt like I’d gone to far and was about to apologize and play it off when He responded.

“Anything you need, sir,” he said quietly with his back still turned.

I walked to him and smacked his big round ass giving him a jolt. He still stayed in place.

“That’s Master Simmons to you, pledge,” I said surprised this was working.

“Yes, Master Simmons,” he replied.

“Good boy,” I said as I ran my hand over his right ass cheek. “Now pull off my shorts so I can supervise.”

Colton turned around and looked down at my shorts avoiding eye contact. I couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed, ashamed or really into this role playing, but he got on his knees in front of my bulge and pulled down the waistband of my athletic shorts. I held his left shoulder as I stepped out of the shorts as he pulled them over my sneakers.

“Smell my shorts, pledge,” I barked.

Colton lifted my shorts to his face and inhaled deeply.

“How to they smell, pledge?” I asked.

“Good, Master Simmons,” he replied robotically before sniffing them again.

I snatched my shorts from his hand and threw them on the ground away from us. Colton looked straight ahead at my jock bulge.

“Take off my shoes and socks, pledge,” I instructed. “But no sniffing.”

Colton removed my shoes and socks as his head was only inches from my now-hard cock in my jockstrap pouch.

“Good boy,” I said when he was done. “Time for you to get to scrubbing, pledge.”

I walked into the large shower and turned on the water as I felt Colton’s eyes inspecting my body and my bare butt. I turned to catch him doing exactly that.

“On your knees scrubbing,” I ordered handing him a sponge.

Colton quickly became drenched as he scrubbed on his knees. His underwear was now transparent as I looked at his ass and tried to see his hole but couldn’t yet.

I watched for a good 10 minutes as my roommate’s Dad scrubbed our gross shower in his underwear simply because I told him to.

“Looks good, pledge,” I said. “Time for you to clean me.”

“Yes, Master Simmons,” Colton replied as he got to his feet and grabbed the bar of soap.

“Do you shower with clothes on pledge?” I asked abruptly.

“No, Master Simmons,” he replied.

“Then take off my jock and your briefs and give me a proper cleaning, pledge,” I ordered.

Colton again got on his knees and reached for the waistband of my jock, pulling the soaked underwear down my legs and throwing it in the corner of the shower.

“Now yours,” I barked.

Colton pried the tight, wet briefs from his body and added it to my jockstrap in the corner. He grabbed the soap and walked to me as his hard cock swung in front of him — this time making eye contact with me. He put the bar of soap to my chest and began spreading the soap over my pecs, shoulders and abs as my cock pointed straight at him.

“You like washing me, boy?” I asked.

“Yes, Master Simmons,” he replied as he felt every part of my upper body.

“Get my back,” I said turning around. His hands worked my back muscles and shoulders before moving to my lower back.

I felt Colton’s boner graze my butt a few times accidentally but ignored it. I knew he was all in and wanted to enjoy this.

“Clean my ass, boy,” I said leaning down and arching my back. Colton ran the bar of soap over my right butt cheek before I barked, “with your mouth.”

With no hesitation, Phillip’s Dad was now rimming my ass like a pro. His tongue worked into my hole as his slight stubble felt good on my ass.

“That’s it, pledge, get my ass nice and clean,” I moaned lightly.

I could have Colton eat my ass for hours but felt the urgency of getting off before his son returned and found him nose deep in my pucker.

“Get up, boy,” I said. “I want to eat that big ass.”

Colton moved into the position that I was in and I bent down where he was. His bubble butt looked even more amazing without underwear and directly in my face. I leaned forward and ran my tongue over his hole as he moaned.

“Fuck, yeah, Casey, eat Daddy’s ass,” he said.

The pledge role playing was officially over as Colton took it in another direction. Right now, I was eating Daddy’s hole.

I munched on his pussy and ran my tongue over his salty taint. Colton smelled amazing — a mix of man, sweat and sex. His body responded to every move from my tongue as I feasted on his big rump.

I must’ve lost track of time because I quickly realized the shower was now getting cold. I wanted to keep eating Daddy’s ass, but I needed to get off inside him. I abruptly stopped feeding and stood and turned the shower off. Colton didn’t say a word. He just looked at me with lust as he waited for directions. Good boy.

I grabbed his arm and pulled us both out of the shower and into the bedroom where I pushed him down on my bed face first. My now-soaked sheets were nothing more than a cushion for Daddy as I was about to unleash my shaft deep in his hole.

I lined my cock against his crack and slid it back and forth a couple of times as Colton moaned lightly.

“You’ve got to keep quiet, Daddy,” I warned.

Colton made a noise as confirmation as I slipped the tip inside him. He didn’t make a noise as I slowly pushed in more and more until my balls rested on his taint. I quickly picked up the pace as I held his thick waist and pounded his hole hard. To his credit, the apparently seasoned bottom took it without any problem — or moaning.

“That’s it, Daddy,” I said quietly. “Take your son’s big dick. You’ve wanted me inside you for so long, haven’t you?”

Colton responded quietly with, “uh huh.”

“Tell me you want my cock, Daddy,” I whispered.

“Fuck me, Phillip,” Colton whispered back. “Fuck me hard, son. God, you feel so good deep in Daddy’s pussy, baby.”

I fucked Colton even harder as we were both getting off on the Dad/son scenario. Colton was now stroking his big cock as his breath became ragged with each thrust and jab. I pulled his hair lifting his head up as I leaned down and began kissing him. The man was also a great kisser. This stud knew how to do it all.

“I need to cum, Daddy,” I finally said breaking our long, messy kiss while still railing his hole. “I need to breed your ass. I’m going to fill your big ass with my seed. Fuck yeah, take your son’s big dick, Daddy!”

I shot like a rocket into Colton hole as I unleashed 7 or 8 smaller explosions like only a college kid can. I now held Colton shoulders as I used his hole to completely drain my balls. I could tell he still needed my dick to bring him to orgasm, so I went even harder.

“Fuck!” Colton yelled before biting the sheets to control himself.

Without touching his cock, a huge load of cum drenched my wet sheets even more as I rammed any remaining seamen from his spent balls.

I laid on top of Colton as he was now flat on the bed and my cock slowly popped out of his pussy. I kissed his cheek before he turned his head to make out some more. A minute later I broke our kiss.

“Phillip will be back soon,” I said. “Go ahead and shower while I get the sheets off the bed.

I helped Colton up and we kissed again before we both smiled and he jolted for the shower. My satisfied smile hung around on my face as I removed my sheets and placed them in my hamper. I put another fitted sheet on my bed and decided that was good for now and threw a blanket on top. I was still naked when Phillip opened the door.

“Yo, Casey,” he said laughing. “Where’s my Dad? And why are you naked while he’s here?”

“Relax, he’s in the shower,” I said back nonchalantly. “I’m just trying to find a towel because I’m next.”

Phillip put his stuff down and walked to me and wrapped his arms around me as he gave me a deep, sensual kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he smiled as our foreheads touched and we looked into each other’s eyes.

“Phillip, is that you?” Colton called after turning off the shower.

Colton quickly turned the corner to find his Dad in a towel outside the shower and hugged him tightly.

“You met Casey?” He asked looking his dad over.

“I did,” he responded. “I invited him to join us for dinner tonight. We should go have some fun and get into some trouble,” Colton winked at his son.

Phillip smiled and hugged his Dad again. It would definitely be a night to remember for all three men.

[lovebubblebuttmen]

[amandahuggenkiss1]

“Damn, bro,” a young guy said as he stood next to me and took off his sweaty tank top. “You do a lot of squats, huh?”

I smiled and ran my towel down my chest.

“Bro?” I asked with a grin. “I’m old enough to be your dad, bro.”

“My Dad doesn’t have an ass like that,” he smiled and didn’t hide the fact that he was again looking at my bare ass.

“Thanks,” I said. “You make an old guy feel good.”

My new friend was still standing there dripping sweat as he held his tank and looked at my body.

“I’d like to make you feel good,” he said looking into my eyes.

We held eye contact as his words registered. I looked around the empty locker room and decided to see how far this flirting would really go.

“You sure you can handle this?” I asked keeping eye contact as I scratched my balls in front of the stud.

He looked down at my balls and then smiled again. He had cute dimples and perfectly straight white teeth that made him even more adorable.

“I know what I’m doing,” the cocky jock said confidently.

“I just showered but could be talked into taking a nice hot steam,” I offered.

“I like to get sweaty,” the kid smiled again. “I’m Ryan,” he said putting out his hand.

“I’m Ethan,” I said shaking his hand. “You ready to go get sweaty?”

Ryan didn’t respond but took off the rest of his clothes and left them in a pile at my locker. I watched as he took off his drenched boxer briefs and let his cock fall out in front of me. He looked up at me now that he was fully naked and gave me a wink before heading off to the sauna. I followed behind him giving the locker room another look to make sure we were alone. We entered the sauna and both took a seat on the bench as our legs touched.

“You like to ride cock, Ethan?” Ryan asked.

“I love riding cock, Ryan,” I replied as I moved my hand over my pecs and down my already-sweaty abs.

“Then what are we waiting for, sexy?” Ryan asked. “Get on this hard pole and let me pound that ass, bro,” he smiled his perfect smile.

I stood and turned toward this confident, young jock as he held the base of his cock so his rod was standing straight up waiting for my hole. I got over his legs and held his shoulders as my cock hit his chest. I slowly squatted down over his dick and felt his cock head touch my hole.

“Oh, fuck,” I said as I pushed myself down on his throbbing boner.

He was inside me and held my waist as I worked his penis all the way deep in my guts.

“That’s it, bro,” he said. “Take that big dick in your tight little hole.”

“Fuck, that feels good,” I said as I began to slide up and down on his rod as I moved my left hand through my hair.

“Damn, dude,” Ryan said. “You’re married?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?” I asked as I fucked myself on his pole.

“No, dude, that’s fucking hot as shit,” Ryan smiled. “You got any sons?”

“Two,” I answered. “One about your age.”

“Dude!” Ryan said excitedly. “You ever fuck around?”

I thought about it for a minute and then said, “yeah, he fucks my ass pretty regularly when he’s back from college.”

“Fuck, I’m so hard right now,” Ryan said as his head fell back for a minute before he looked at me again. “Where does he go to school?”

I told Ryan the name of the college without thinking. “He plays baseball,” I added.

“Are you Matt Morgan’s Dad?” Ryan asked as he now took control and was fucking my hole hard.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned from both his big dick and the fact he figured out who my son is. “You can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t, bro,” he said with another smile. “It’s so hot to think of that hotty drilling his Dad’s ass with that big cock of his. I’ve even bottomed for that big fucking dick before.”

I held on tight to Ryan as he kept fucking me. I was so turned on by this information and began stroking my cock as I got fucked.

“You going to shoot your load all over my young muscles, Mr Morgan?” Ryan asked as he leaned forward and licked my nipple.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to shoot all over you, stud,” I moaned loudly as I leaned in and kissed him.

This sent us both over the edge as he began shooting deep inside me and coating my organs with his creamy young load. I began shooting all over his chest and stomach and pumped more with each thrust inside me.

Our sweat was dripping profusely as I slowly stood and pulled his cock out of my abused ass. I stood and put my hands on my Hips as his cum leaked from me as I looked down at Ryan. He was admiring my load before he stood with his still-hard cock pointing at me.

“Any chance you can come to my place for some more fun?” He asked as he put his hand on my shoulders.

“Don’t fall in love with me now,” I said. “My sons are pretty protective of Dad’s hole.

“I won’t,” Ryan smiled. “I just want to make their handsome Dad feel good a bit longer.”

Ryan pulled me in for a deep, sensual kiss before we got dressed and headed to his place for a few more loads. Thing was, Ryan didn’t tell me he lived with his older brother — a guy I serve on the police force with.