DAD’S SELFIE-
“Dude, you got a text on your phone. Says it’s from your dad.”
I reach over to the side table and grab the phone. I open the text to reveal a selfie from dad.
“Dude! That’s your dad?”
“Ugh…Yeah…ugh…ugh…ugh…!”
It was difficult to answer my fuckbud’s question because he was boning the hell out of my ass.
“What the fuck, man. You’ve been holding out on me. Your dad is fucking hot!”
“Ugh… Yeah… ugh… I… ugh… Know… UGH!!” I grunted hard when suddenly his thrusts began getting harder and harder.
“His abs are sick, bro!… Uh!… Now I know where you get your looks from… UH!… Fuck, like father, like son…UH! UH! UH!” Brady grunted with every thrust between sentences.
Then Brady stopped fucking me. HIs dick felt so huge lodged in my ass.
“Wait, why is he sending you selfies of himself shirtless?”
I caught my breath, “Always does. He’s a competitive natural bodybuilder. Want’s to look better than me. We have a bet going on who can get to 5% body fat first.”
“Sweet! How old is he?”
“54”
“You send him selfies like this?”
“Yeah. All the time. That’s how we motivate each other.”
“Dude, that’s so hot!” He gyrated his pelvis, his dick hitting my nut button.
I’m used to dad sending me these pics so it’s just second nature. It’s innocent, good ole fashing rivalry. Yeah, my dad is really hot. He’s handsome, gorgeous body, dresses nice. He’s Type A like me so he can be a little intense. He’s a bad-ass alpha and he knows it. He definitely struts. He gets a ton of attention.
I know my dad is attractive. Do I think of him sexually? Yeah. Would I ever act on it? Yeah but I don’t think he’s into dudes. He doesn’t know I am. No one does except for a few fuckbuds and they are closeted too. The one buried in my ass right now has a steady girlfriend. But then so do I. I’ve had plenty of fantasies about getting with dad. Especially, in high school my junior and senior years. I was getting bigger for football and he was right there with me in the gym, on runs and helped with nutrition. He’s the greatest dad a guy could have. He gets more attention than me only because it’s not very often you see a guy his age in the kind of shape he’s in. I bet he would be a top which is just fine with me.
“How come you never showed me pics of your dad?”
Because I knew once he saw the pics he wouldn’t shut up about him. I’ve had to put up with that all my life. All my girlfriends flirted with him. My buddies wanted to be him. Jealous? Yes.
“Dude, can you just keep fucking me?” I said, more demanding than questioning. I wanted to get fucked hard. That’s why I hooked up with Brady. He’s bigger than me, cocky and he fucks like a machine.
“You got it.” Now his pace picked up and he started to pound faster. I clicked the screen off and threw the phone on the corner of the mattress.
“Dude. Keep the pic up.” He slowed down the fucking and reached forward and took the phone and put it in front of my face.
“Why?…Keep boning me dude.” I asked as he pummeled me.
“Open it,” he commanded. All the weight of his 205 pounds of muscle rested on my back. The facial recognition opened the phone and my dad’s pic revealed itself.
“Hold it so I can see it.” He said as he pulled his dick out to the opening of my hole and slowly slid back in.
“I can’t.”
“Fuck, you’re such a pussy.” He took the phone and set it upright on the shelf above my head.
“Dude. Not cool. You’re gonna fuck me while you stare at my dad?” I asked a little pissed off.
“Shut up,” he growled.
My dad’s muscular ripped body shining in my face as Brady used it to get off.
“Brady… AHHHH…!” He rammed in full-force, painful. But then suddenly I felt the surge of pleasure as his dick grazed my prostate.
Brady grunted and thrust into me hard and fast. He smacked me in the face. I loved it when he smacked me around.
“Shut up, man. Someone might here.”
His pace picked up again. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as his muscular ass pumped up and down pushing his rock-hard cock deeper, deeper than I’ve ever felt before.
“Fuck, babe. Your fucking dad is so fucking hot, bro. You tap that? I would. Hell, I’d let him tap me,” the young top hissed.
I didn’t answer him. I just arched my back, sending my butt higher and making him go deeper.
He pulled my hair again and he whispered into my ear.
“Yeah, dude. I bet he came into your room at night and hit this tight ass while you slept. Huh?.”
Brady is always very verbal but I’ve never heard him spew this much fuck-talk. Kinky fuck talk. It’s usually a quick pump and dump then we’d go play video games or grab a beer. Back to straight buds again.
“Did he, Dylan? Huh?”
Oh my god, just thinking about dad waking me up out of a dead sleep by sliding inside me and throwing me a fuck. Use me just to get off. After he would just pull his briefs back up and leave. Next morning act like nothing happened. During the day, father and son. At night, his fuckboy.”
“Dude, I’m about to cum. Don’t stop fucking me.” I pant. The more he talked about my dad fucking me the more I wanted to get fucked.
“Yeah? Gonna cum thinking about your dad breeding your butch football player ass?”
That was it, I shot cum all over the sheets under me.
“Dylan, you perv!” He laughed while continuing to fuck me. “You just shot thinking about your Dad didn’t you?”
“Shut up, asshole. You going to finish or not?”
Brady laughed in my ear. His paced slowed. He licked my ear and then whispered, “I want to watch your dad fuck you.”
I was again rock hard. I grabbed the sheets, pulled them up to my mouth and I bit down hard as the thick cock started another round of rough slamming.
“Brady… Uh… Bro…Uh… Brady… Uh… Oh god… Dude! Killin me.!”
“Does daddy fuck you like this? I bet he destroys your ass. You’re his bitch, aren’t ya?”
My mind was reeling from the fuck-talk.
“Does hot dad know his big jock son is a cum-dump? Huh? He know you like to put out for dudes?”
“Uh, uh, uh, NO,” I gasp.
“Let’s ask him.”
“What?”
Brady leaned over me and took my vibrating phone in his hand.
“He’s calling facetime, dude,” he laughed.
“What the fuck, dude? NO! I’ll fucking kill you!” I yelled as Brady went back to fucking me, laughing at the same time.
He punched me in the back of the head with his free hand and then held my head down on the mattress before he smacked it again. He’s never hit me like that before. I was dizzy. Disorientated. I didn’t understand what was going on. Brady had clocked me so hard I was hazy.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Pussyboy. You say one word and I will beat your ass. Got it?”
I lay there quietly too much in pain to do anything. My big 210 pounds of hard muscle lay still, full of cock, as my fucker answered my phone.
He turned on the speaker phone after he answered.
“Hey, big guy. You get my pic?” My dad asked before realizing it wasn’t me on the screen.
I was silent.
“Yeah. He got it.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Brady. I’m Dylan’s best bud.”
“Yes, I think he’s mentioned you. You sound out of breath,” Dad said.
“Oh yeah, sorry, I’m giving Dylan a good workout,” he smiled.
“Oh! Good to have a workout buddy. So, is he there?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you put him on?”
“No. Should be back in a minute.”
“I can call back.”
Brady ignored him and I prayed he would be good.
“So, Dylan’s dad…”
“It’s David,” dad stated.
“So, David. Dylan showed me your pic. Impressive, David. Very impressive.”
“Oh. Oh, thanks. He showed you, huh?” dad stated again. “He’s showing off his old dad, is he?” Dad smirked.
“Yeah, he’s really proud of his dad. Won’t shut up about you. Always bragging about how hot you are.”
“Hot?” Dad laughed. “I guess you younger guys are more open these days. Who knows what “hot” means anymore.”
I was still on my stomach with Brady buried in to the hilt. He was now just gently rocking back and forth in my ass.
“Nope, hot still means hot. You are hot. Not many guys your age look like you.”
“Ok…thanks Brady. Is Dylan back yet?” He asked uncomfortably.
Brady ignored the question. “Now I know where Brady gets it from. The abs, the arms, chest and let’s face it, he’s handsome as hell just like dad.”
Dad smirked again. “Brady, I think you might be crushing on my son. Which is ok. No judgment. I get hit on by gay guys all the time. It’s flattering.”
I looked up in surprise. He’s ok with my best bud being gay? He gets hit on all the time? Maybe I should just see how this plays out. He might be just fine with me into dudes.
Brady still ignored dad’s last comment.
“Yeah, he gets hit on all the time by gay dudes. Hot gay dudes too. You’d never know they were gay, though. Married dudes. Athletes with girlfriends mostly. All closeted. No one knows but a few chosen ones like Dylan and me. Funny. Dylan is an athlete with a girlfriend. I mean, if he were gay, no one would know, right?” Dylan laughed.
Dad was silent. He was thinking. He was confused as to where the conversation was heading.
Brady continued. “Be straight with me, handsome. You ever thought about, you know, hooking up with a dude? Hot guy like you must think about it.”
“Huh? What? Brady, I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about my sexual hookups,” Dad said sternly.
“Oh, so you HAVE hooked up with a guy?”
“Brady. I’m going to go. Have Dylan call me later.”
“David, come on. It’s just two hot guys talking here. You’re handsome as fuck. I’m bet all the boys are throwing themselves at you. The ones with daddy issues?”
Dad laughed. “Daddy issues?” Dad became quiet when Brady nodded his head but he was looking straight into Brady’s eyes. Both gave an intense stare, daring the other to talk first. “Brady, I think I know what you’re trying to get out of me. It’s not going to work.”
“You’re cute when you smile.” Brady taunted. “David, I’m just curious. I won’t tell Brady, I swear. He showed me your pic and I just had to meet you. You’re just my type. If you were gay, would you tap this?” He held out the phone so Dad could see his ripped torso.
Dad laughed again. “Brady… Oh! Wow. That is impressive, Brady.” Dad paused. “I mean, wow.” He sounded like he wanted to say something more but was scared.
They both looked at each other with knowing smiles.
“David. I promise I won’t tell. I’d love to meet you in person sometime by the way. Hang out with you and Dylan. You and I can get to know each other. David. Come on. Just tell me.”
Dad looked away embarrassed. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. He smiled at Brady, shaking his head in disbelief but flirtatious as well.
Dad sighed. “Yeah, I hook up with guys. You can’t tell Dylan. ”
My head shot up again. “What?” I whispered.
“Right on, Dylan’s dad. That’s so hot. Younger dudes?”
“Yes. The only reason I’m telling you is because…” Dad stopped, second guessing his words.
“David, you can trust me.” Brady wore is most sincere face. He’s a shit.
“Yeah. I mean… if they’re hot it doesn’t matter the age but I tend to go for guys who are…”
“Dylan’s age?” Brady finished his sentence.
Dad embarrassed again said, “yeah. Is that pervy?”
“God, no. That’s interesting. I think Dylan is probably the hottest guy I know. Well, besides you, now that I’ve seen you.”
“Yeah. My kid’s a stud. Always has been. My type of guy.” Dad was hesitant with his words. “Brady, you’re very attractive and to answer your question, yes, I would tap that.”
“Sweet! Well then we definitely need to hook up when you’re here next.”
“Yeah. I’d like that. Just you and me. Get Dylan out of the way for a while.” My dad smiled at him.
“Or not,” said Brady.
Dad’s eyebrow arched in a surprised way and then laughed like it was a joke.
“Damn, now you’ve got me excited to see you,” Dad said quietly.
“Wish you were here right now. You’d find it very interesting, I’m sure.”
“Not that I want to stop talking to you but where the fuck is Dylan? Shouldn’t he be back by now? Couldn’t have gone far, he left his phone. What’s he doing?”
“Getting fucked.”
Dylan turned the camera perspective to film the other direction and aimed it down. He started to fuck me hard again. My head came up off the mattress and I let out a loan moan at the sudden jolt of cock. Dad could see me, laying there, taking Brady’s cock.
Brady whispered in my ear, “He knows, babe. Knows you’re getting fucked.”
“What the fuck?” was all my dad could say.
“Your kid loves to take it up that ass, Davey Boy.”
“Dylan?”
“I know how he likes to get fucked. He likes it hard and rough.”
He aimed the phone down to film his cock going in and out of my ass.
“Dylan? Has he been there the whole time?” Dad was petrified.
“Yep. Been sitting here with my cock in his ass, listening to you and I flirt.”
“Oh, my god. Oh, my god.”
Brady jabbed in hard. “AWW… FUCK!” I yelled in pleasure.
“See? Likes it rough.”
Dad sat still and watched me get fucked like a two-bit whore.
I continued to moan and grunt.
“So, Dylan’s dad. Want to watch me cum inside your son’s big muscle ass?”
Dad swallowed hard. His head was swimming. He watched my back flex, muscles popping out. My head flopping up and down as Brady jack-hammered my hole.
“Yes.”
Brady set the phone back down on the shelf so dad could see everything. Dad took off his tight t-shirt and I heard his belt unbuckle and his pants open. Dad started to jerk off.
“Fuck him,” Dad growled.
Brady gave him a cocky sneer and grabbed my hair and pulled me back, raising me onto all fours.
“Arch that back, fucking whore,” Brady yelled as he slapped my ass hard.
“AH! OH!” I screamed at the sudden pain.
“Fuck him harder,” my dad hissed.
Brady fucked me the hardest he ever has. My mouth was wide open, my eye’s closed and a constant grunting noise came from my throat. He pulled my hair again and slapped my face.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” Dad said.
Brady continued his assault but I knew he was getting close.
“Look, David. Look at your big beefy son. Big football player taking cock.”
“Yeah. Taking cock,” Dad whispered.
“He’s a cock whore, David. This big stud cannot get enough cock up this hungry tight ass. Can you Dylan?”
I opened my eyes and looked into the screen. “No! Love it, Dad, Love it so much.”
“Fuck, Dylan. Look at you, boy. My boy giving it up to his bud. You’re are a bitch. Just another man’s cunt.”
Brady mussed my hair. “Yep, that’s our Dylan. Our big butch cunt.”
“I’ve fucked guys like you, son. Fucked a ton of them. I know your type. I know what you want. I know what you need. They’re always talking shit, showing off their asses, all big and tough in the weight room until you get them alone and their fucking legs fly up in the air begging daddy to fuck their pussies.”
I could feel Brady’s cock swell in my ass as he grabbed hold of my hips, looked up at the ceiling and howled as he shot off a huge load of jizz up my ass. He shot again as he grabbed harder my hips and slapped my butt.
Then I heard yelling coming from my phone. Dad was shooting cum three feet high into the air. It landed in his perfectly quaffed salt and pepper hair. Some landed on his face and dripped down on to his beautiful chest.
We were all out of breath. Brady slid out of me and pulled me up to kiss him. He gave me an ass squeeze as he buried his tongue down my throat.
Dad wiped his chest and face with his t-shirt while starting to laugh.
Brady and I also started to laugh.
“I can’t believe my dad just watched me get fucked by a dude,” I said.
“I can’t believe I just watched my kid get fucked by a dude either,” Dad said.
“I can’t believe I got to fuck a dude while his hot dad watched.”
Dad smiled. “Well, I guess we found out a lot about each other today. Huh?”
“That we did, Dad.”
“So, do we need to talk about all this or are we good?” Dad asked.
“I think we’re good.” I smiled.
Dad reached off camera and grabbed his laptop.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He gave a cocky sneer to the camera. “Booking a flight to come see you two.”
“Good. I was hoping you would want to soon,” said Brady.
Dad looked up from his laptop. “Why is that?”
Brady put his arm around me and kissed me.
“Because I want to watch his dad fuck him.”
