I’m not expecting the scene when I pull down my dad’s drive. Twenty men scattered across the backyard and every single one wearing less than what you'd see at a beach. Speedos. Jockstraps. A few just in towels that look ready to slip. My stomach does something complicated.
I was just expecting a normal barbeque.
The first few years, he’d been a typical divorced dad, that is, a complete mess. He couldn't cook anything beyond microwave dinners. His kitchen smelled like stale beer and regret. But then he’d met a group of older gay guys and become friends with them and they'd pulled him out of his funk. He’d told them about his gay son and bonded over that. Now he's standing at the grill, tongs in hand, wearing nothing but a jockstrap that frames his thick ass like a fucking work of art. His back gleams with sweat, shoulders broader than I remember, the muscles in his arms working as he flips burgers.
"Hey, kiddo!" He waves the tongs at me, grinning like this is normal. Like this is just a regular Saturday barbecue.
A guy in a red speedo walks up and slides his hand across Dad's lower back. Dad doesn't flinch. Doesn't move away. Just keeps grilling while this man's palm traces the curve of his spine down toward the waistband of that jockstrap.
Before I can react, some guy is striking up a conversation and I’m struggling not too look at the thick pouch of his thong.
“So, you’re the son. Brian talks about you all the time! It’s so wonderful that you have such a supportive father, you know."
Supportive. Dad's standing in a jockstrap letting some dude pet his ass. That sure is supportive.
I glance back over at the grill. The guy in the speedo is fifty-something with a pelt of silver chest hair and somehow thick, defined abs. He leans in and says something close to Dad's ear. Dad laughs. A real laugh, the kind I didn’t hear in the years before or after Mom left. His whole body shifts with it, and for a second I see the way his ass moves in that strap, the pouch front and center, the curves behind barely contained.
I grab a beer from the cooler and sit on the nearest empty chair. Two men on either side of me immediately introduce themselves. Rick. Douglas. Both in jockstraps, both around Dad’s age. They’re obviously a couple but they’re both looking at me with open interest.
"He's been so much happier," Rick says, nodding toward the grill. "We love having him around."
"Your dad's a legend," Douglas adds. His hand rests on his own thigh, fingers spread, and I can't stop noticing how close that hand is to the pouch of his strap. "We don’t get many straight guys in the group, but it's refreshing to see a man who doesn't give a shit. Just enjoys the vibe."
Straight. Dad told them he's straight. Told me he's straight. Standing there in underwear designed to showcase cock and ass, letting men touch him, laughing with them, hosting them—and he's straight.
I watch him work the grill. Watch the way he bends to check the meat, his ass spreading in that strap, the fabric riding up. Three men nearby stop talking to watch too. One of them adjusts himself through his speedo, slow and obvious.
Dad looks over at me and raises his beer.
Just a cookout. With twenty gay men in their underwear and my father dressed like a porn extra. I drink my beer and try not to think about what I'm actually seeing here.
The burgers disappear fast. I nurse another beer while making small talk with Rick about his job at the community center, Douglas chiming in between sips of his cocktail. Dad flips the last patties, that jockstrap stark against his tanned skin and pale ass, then finally shuts the grill lid. The food is gone within the hour, replaced by coolers dragged out from the garage.
As the sun dips, the yard transforms. String lights flicker on, casting everything in a warm amber glow. The men grow louder, bolder. Someone cranks music from a Bluetooth speaker. Bodies press closer on the patio furniture. Hands linger on shoulders, waists. Douglas's palm finds my thigh twice before I shift away.
I check my phone—nearly ten. The crowd has thinned slightly, maybe fifteen men remaining, but the ones left are the drunk ones. The handsy ones. Rick's arm draped around my shoulders, his breath hot and drunk against my ear as he slurs something about me being "a hot piece of ass just like your old man."
Time to go.
I extract myself from the conversation, scanning the yard for Dad to say goodbye. The grill sits cold and abandoned. His lawn chair is empty. I realize it’s been awhile since I’ve seen him. I circle the patio, checking the garage, the side of the house. Nothing.
The back door stands slightly ajar.
I step inside, the kitchen air cool against my skin after the humid night. The sliding door muffles the party noise to a dull throb. The overhead light is off—just the under-cabinet LEDs casting a low yellow glow across the countertops.
That's when I hear it. A low grunt. Wet, rhythmic slapping.
My feet stop moving.
Dad is bent over the kitchen island, forearms flat against the granite, his back arching in a deep curve. The jockstrap is shoved down around one ankle. Behind him, the man in the red speedo—his speedo now tangled around his thighs—grips Dad's hips with both hands and drives into him with steady, brutal thrusts.
"Take it, Brian," the man growls, fingers digging into Dad's fleshy waist. "Fuck, you're tight tonight—"
Dad's response is a broken moan, his head hanging between his shoulders. Sweat rolls down his spine, catching the golden light. Each thrust shoves him forward against the counter, the granite digging into his stomach, and he pushes back to meet every stroke.
I stand frozen in the doorway. My brain refuses to process the image: my old man, the guy who'd coached my Little League team, face-down and moaning while some stranger pounds his ass in his own kitchen. The wet slap of skin on skin. The slick sound of cock working open a hungry hole.
I couldn’t have asked for a more positive response from my parents when I came out. It was never an issue. But I find myself feeling angry that my dad never mentioned he slept with men. Like, as the gay man in the family, I deserved to know that fact or that it somehow lessened his support for me.
Those feelings are promptly shoved to the back of my mind when a loud groan rips from my father’s throat.
Dad's fingers curl against the countertop. "Shit, shit, shit," he gasped. "You’re gonna wreck my pussy!"
“Fuck yeah, I am. This pussy is mine!” The man hisses in my father’s ear. “Who’s pussy is it?”
“It’s yours! Your fucking pussy!” Dad practically sobs.
“That’s right. Now I’m gonna flood it.” He growls as the sounds of man sex grow louder and wetter.
The more roided dad got, the shorter his shorts got. It was nice seeing him take so much pride in his body and his masculinity after a decade of neglect. And it wasn't just his body that had changed. Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the midlife crisis, maybe it was just the truth coming to the surface after years of repression, but the old man had started dating other dudes.
You thought you'd be kinda ashamed of such a turn, but you really weren't. You were just glad the guy was getting play. Some of your friends' dads had also started to "explore their sexuality", as it were. And you knew this cause you caught these dads round your dad's bachelor pad, half-naked in his bed. A bunch of 40-50 year old roided dads, fucking like rabbits, from what you could tell. It was like something from gay porn.
Your friend's dad was as subtle as a hurricane when it came to showing how much he wanted your big collegiate dick. He knew your reputation as a pussy slayer, and he wanted to get staked. It was crazy that his wife was upstairs, but there was no fucking way you were passing up this dumptruck.
“Dad?!” I gasped, spotting my bearded father in a sea of scantily-clad gay guys at Club Spurt. It was country-western night and Dad was sporting a cowboy hat, a pair of tight jeans, and leather suspenders that traversed his meaty, hairy pecs. A muscled club rat was hanging on to Dad, kissing his neck.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Dad?” I demanded, nearly shouting to be heard over a Luke Combs song.
“Same thing as you,” Dad shouted back, matching my decibel. “Just trying to have some fun, maybe get my dick wet.”
“Does Mom know you’re here?”
“She knows I’m—uh—out tonight,” Dad laughed. “And that’s all she needs to know.”
It was no secret that my parents had an open marriage, meaning Dad could fuck around behind my mom’s back. Mom had once explained to me that Dad had a high sex drive that far exceeded her libido. She was fine with him fucking other women, as long as she didn’t know the details. But what Mom and I didn’t know was that Dad was also fucking guys.
“Who’s your friend?” I asked in a snarky tone, eyeing the muscular guy hanging on to Dad.
“Uh—this is—uh—”
“Zander,” the guy answered for himself, slightly vexed that my dad had blanked on his name.
“Zander, this is my son Liam,” Dad gestured to me.
Zander eyed me up and down caustically, appraising every inch of my body, before whispering something into my dad’s ear. Dad’s eyes widened in response.
“I’ll have to think about that,” I could hear Dad responding to Zander. “In the meantime, why don’t you go and wait upstairs for me while I have a quick chat with Liam?”
“Upstairs?” I exclaimed as Zander departed. “Did you get a VIP room? Do you know how much that costs in this place?”
“Yeah—750 bucks, plus gratuity,” Dad nodded. “But it comes with bottle service and privacy if I want to fuck some guy.”
“Since when do you fuck guys?”
“Uh—since about the time I first started dipping my stick,” Dad confessed. “I’ve never discriminated when it comes to sex. A hole is a hole. I married your mother because I loved her—I still do. But I’ve always enjoyed sex on both sides of the fence.”
“But—why didn’t you ever tell me you fuck guys?” I demanded. “You know that I'm gay for Christ’s sake.”
“Do you tell me about the guys you fuck?” Dad questioned.
“Well—no—but—”
“I think I’ve proven my point,” Dad laughed. “Look, I can see why you’re upset with me, and I’m sorry for not telling you that I fuck guys. I’m just not the type to go around bragging about my conquests.”
“Is that what Zander is—that muscle twink? Is he your next conquest?”
“Zander is hardly a conquest,” Dad laughed, scratching his hairy chest. “The boy glued himself to me as soon as I walked in the door tonight. But I’m not about to turn down an easy fuck.”
“What did he whisper in your ear, before you sent him up to your VIP room?” I inquired. “I got the impression Zander doesn’t like me.”
“On the contrary,” Dad chuckled. “He thinks you’re hot as fuck, and he whispered to me that he’d like us to tag team his hole.”
“The fuck?!” I blurted out.
“Don’t panic, Liam,” Dad tried to calm me. “I assumed you wouldn’t be interested in—”
“No—I mean—maybe,” I interrupted. “I might be game. But is it weird that we’re—you know—father and son?”
“I don’t think that’s weird for Zander at all,” Dad opined. “A lot of guys get off on the idea of getting tagged by a dad and son.”
“No—I meant, would it be weird for us?”
“It’s not weird for me,” Dad admitted. “In college, my brother—your Uncle Rick—and I used to tag team bitches all the time. A body is a body. A cock is a cock. It never mattered to Rick and me that we were brothers. In fact, I think it only strengthened the bond between us.”
I liked that idea of strengthening the bond with my dad. We loved each other, but we weren’t all that close. Dad was such an imposing figure—manly, with the beard, the muscles, the hairy chest. I had spent most of my life living in his shadow, resentful that I would never measure up to his standard.
It didn’t help that I had little in common with my dad. He loved watching football, duck hunting, and playing long games of poker, and I—just didn’t. But now, suddenly, we had something in common—we both liked to fuck guys. And upstairs, there was a dude just aching to get his slutty ass tagged by us.
“Let’s go fuck that bitch,” I announced boldly, my mind resolved.
“Fuck yeah, Liam,” Dad high-fived me. “Let’s go fucking wreck that bitch.”
The sea of sweaty guys on the dance floor parted as Dad, one of the hottest men in the club that night, took me by the hand and led me upstairs to the VIP room. Several guys looked at me enviously, thinking I had scored this hunk of a man. Knowing the truth made me laugh. Sorry, bitches.
Zander was waiting for us in the VIP room, drinking a glass of champagne. He was on a leather couch, stripped down to a black jockstrap, his muscular body ripe for the taking.
“The champagne is delicious,” he sipped from a glass as he gestured to an uncorked bottle on a nearby table.
“Not bad,” Dad agreed, ignoring the glass coupes on the table and taking a long swig directly from the bottle before handing it to me.
I drank straight from the bottle, like Dad, his saliva on my lips along with the champagne. The bottle was only the first thing we would be sharing that night.
“I don’t know about you two boys,” Dad teased, dropping his leather suspenders and undoing his jeans, “but I’m ready to fuck.”
Christ, my dad was hung. I had seen him naked many times in my life, all benign occasions—showering, pissing, changing clothes. But never had I seen my father hard. His cock was easily nine inches, as thick as my wrist, and rested atop a set of balls that would rival the average bull.
“Now you know why your mother never wants to ride me,” Dad winked at me, my jaw on the floor.
“Fuck me,” Zander begged from the couch, breaking my trance. “Get that big dick inside me,” he pleaded to my dad.
Zander’s muscular ass was presented to us, his knees on the cushions, his head resting on the back of the couch. His hole looked wet, already prepped, a discarded bottle of lube on the floor next to a bottle of poppers.
“No, Zander,” my dad objected, as I stripped out of my clothes. “I’d like my son to start first. I want to watch you riding him.”
Dad gave my hard cock a flirtatious tug before directing me to take a seat on the couch. Following orders, Zander climbed on top of me, facing me as he lowered himself onto my cock.
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled in ecstasy, my dick buried in Zander’s warm, wet hole.
“Does his cunt feel good, Liam?” Dad asked while slowly jacking his big one, keeping the pump primed. “You like his pussy?”
“It feels fucking incredible,” I marveled, Zander’s hands on my shoulders as he bobbed up and down rhythmically on my cock.
“Lean forward,” Dad directed Zander. “I want a better look at my son’s cock in your cunt.”
Zander obliged, wrapping his arms around my neck, his cheek brushing mine, as he raised his meaty ass and exposed his occupied hole to my dad.
“Jesus, that hole is tight,” Dad exclaimed, his index finger suddenly breaching Zander’s sphincter, probing up inside his fuck canal and alongside my cock.
“Fuck,” Zander reacted, his sphinter tensing around my cock and Dad’s thick finger, both in his ass at once. “That feels so good.”
The sensation of Dad’s finger rubbing against my cock while I was inside Zander was unreal, heightening the experience. And so I was bummed when Dad withdrew his finger. Little did I know, he was just getting started.
Standing behind Zander, Dad pushed Zander’s body into my chest, raising his ass higher, my cock still buried inside his cunt. And then I felt it—a firm pressure against my shaft as Dad’s fat cockhead began to breach Zander’s already stretched hole.
“FUUUCK,” Zander screamed loud enough to wake the dead as Dad drove his cock inside him, joining me in Zander’s depths—two cocks in one hole.
I could feel Dad’s thick shaft rubbing against my own, his hairy balls suddenly mashed against mine, as we achieved totality of double penetration inside of Zander. The feeling was incredible.
“Just take some deep breaths,” Dad softly guided Zander, stroking his back as we held still inside him. “You can do this—you can handle us both at once.”
“But you’re both thick as fuck,” Zander protested. “It hurts like hell.”
“You can do this,” Dad reassured him softly, stroking his back. “Yeah—that’s it—deep breaths. I can already feel you relaxing your sphincter. That’s it, baby—open that cunt for us.”
I could feel it—Zander’s sphincter relaxing around our shafts, his fuck canal expanding to accommodate us. Dad began to employ some steady strokes, his thick shaft rubbing against mine. Assuming I should do the same, I began to raise my hips, my cock sliding alongside Dad’s big dick, attempting to match his rhythm.
“No—hold still inside of him, Liam,” Dad advised me, clearly experienced in the art of double penetration after tagging all those bitches back in the day with my Uncle Rick. “Let me do the work. You two just enjoy the ride.”
Wrapping his arms around Zander, Dad’s hairy chest pushed against his back, Dad began to thrust rhythmically inside of Zander. Dad’s face was inches from mine, his warm breath exhaling with each thrust.
I could feel Dad’s big dick rubbing against my own, massaging my shaft within Zander’s ass. The sensation was incredible—like Dad was jacking me off with his big dick inside of Zander. It reminded me of when I was younger and, face down upon my bed at night, I used to get myself off by rubbing my hard cock against the mattress.
“You still good, baby?” Dad whispered into Zander’s ear.
“Yes—it’s so fucking intense,” he moaned, nearly immobile as two cock used his cunt.
Intense was an understatement. I was fighting the urge to cum, my cock buried in Zander, Dad’s cock rubbing against mine over and over as he began to pick up the pace, driving hard into Zander’s cunt.
“You feel that, Liam?” Dad asked me, his cock thrusting hard inside of Zander, my dick sandwiched against his. “You feel my dick against yours?”
“Yeah—it’s so fucking hot,” I exhaled, gritting my teeth, trying not to bust my nut. “I want to cum so badly.”
“Try to hold back, Liam,” Dad advised. “I’m getting close, and I want you to feel me cumming before you let loose. You won’t believe how good it feels.”
I nodded in agreement as Dad increased his pace in Zander’s ass, pounding him relentlessly. The feeling of his dick against my own cock was unreal. It felt like my dick was in a vise and being jacked at a breakneck pace. I didn’t think I could hold out much longer. Fortunately, Dad coudn’t either.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Dad warned urgently, sweat dripping down his hairy chest, his big cock beginning to throb against mine. “Just hang tight a minute, Liam. I’m about to—I’m about to—OH FUCK—SHIT.”
A warm wetness consumed my cock as Dad unleashed his load inside of Zander, his big dick pulsing rapidly. The vibration of his cock against mine was incredible, much like the time I let an ex-boyfriend put a vibrator up my ass. As Dad’s dick continued to spew inside Zander, I lost all control and shot my load with him in unison.
“FUCK—FUCK,” I grunted, my cock erupting inside Zander, my load mixing with Dad’s cum.
“That’s it, Liam,” Dad cheered. “I can feel you cumming. Seed this fucking bitch with me.”
“Mmm yeah, breed my cunt,” Zander moaned as Dad and I flooded his depths, our balls emptying in that wrecked hole.
Dad held still after we had both finished, our depleted cocks still buried inside of Zander, before leaning forward and kissing me over Zander’s shoulder. Sharing a hole with Dad had made me feel closer to him than ever before.
“Christ, that was hot,” Dad exclaimed, extracting his big cock from Zander, my own cock free-falling from that gaping hole and slapping against my thigh.
Instantly a melange of cum rained down upon my cock from Zander’s wrecked cunt. He kneeled down and licked my cock clean. Dad was instantly upon Zander, his lips to his, tasting our shared DNA. Leaning into me, Dad kissed me again, our joint loads on his lips.
“You guys want to order up another bottle?” Zander asked, ambling to the near-empty champagne bottle on the table on wobbly legs, cum still streaming down the inside of his thighs.
“I think we’re good,” Dad answered flatly. “Thanks for the fun, Zander. You can be on your way now.”
I watched as Zander dressed sullenly, pulling his pants over his used ass. Dejected, he left us, closing the door to the VIP room behind him.
“That was a bit harsh,” I scolded my Dad. “We just fucked the shit out of him—at once—and then you dismissed him summarily with barely a pat on the back.”
“I’m not here to make friends,” Dad insisted. “I’m here to fuck.”
“I can’t believe we both fucked him,” I observed, trying to lighten the mood. “I never thought I’d be able to say that my dad and I fucked the same guy.”
“Actually, if I’m being honest, I’ve fucked nearly all your ex-boyfriends,” Dad laughed. “But only after you broke up.”
“You dirty dog,” I punched Dad playfully in the arm. “Well, there’s no way you fucked Carter. I always had to bottom for him, since Carter is strictly a top.”
“I know he’s a top,” Dad winked. “Carter wrecked my hole with that big dick. I had to tell your mom I threw out my back at the gym when I was walking funny the next day.”
“Wait—you also bottom?”
“Yeah,” Dad admitted. “You’ve got to be a good bottom if you want to be a great top.”
My mind was reeling, a whole new side of my dad had been revealed to me that night. Not only did Dad like to top guys, skillfully engaging in double penetration, he also liked to bottom. Who was this man that I thought I knew? And then I had an idea—a great, big, beautiful idea.
“You wanna get dressed and go back downstairs?” I suggested, fumbling for my clothes. “Maybe find a couple of hot tops to come up here and take turns switching off between our holes?”
“Fuck yeah,” Dad agreed readily, pulling on his jeans and leather suspenders. “Just so you know—I’m a fairly talented power bottom.”
Ten minutes later, Dad and I were side by side on the VIP couch, our knees pressed to our hairy chests with two hung tops plowing our eager holes in unison. It reminded me of adjacent oil wells being drilled in perfect synchronization.
I could hear a line of guys beginning to form in the hallway, waiting for a chance to breed the father and son duo. Never had I felt closer to Dad—well, except for the time when we shot our loads simultaneously inside Zander’s hungry hole.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
He sauntered up to the lifeguard station me and my guard partner, Ken, were manning. It was a pretty calm, boring day. Both of us probably didn’t need to be there. In fact, before the man walked up, I was a few minutes from telling Ken I was bagging on the rest of the day and heading home. He couldn’t have been younger than 50, ripped as hell, with what looked like a nice bulge in his board shorts.
“Hi there,” he said, squinting in the sun.
I pulled my sunglasses down and peered over top of them. Trying my best to sound authoritative, even though he had at least 15 - maybe even 20 - years on me, I asked, “How can help you, Sir?”
“I’ve walked down the beach all the way from the other end and I’m not very familiar with this end of the shore. I’m finding myself needing to take a leak and I don’t want to just wade into the water and do it. I was hoping you could tell me where the public restrooms are.”
“Sure. They’re right over…” I started to point in the direction they were located when I saw the look in his eyes. It was a look I was pretty familiar with as he surveyed my body - well-maintained, if I want to brag on myself a little bit. I smiled at him and winked. “You know what. They can be a little tricky to find. Why don’t I walk you over to them?”
“I’d like that very much,” he said, smiling at me.
I told Ken, who had overheard the whole conversation, that I’d be right back. Without saying anything, he merely shook his head and laughed. He knows that I have a type and this guy fit it to a tee.
As we walked across the sand, toward the restrooms, I remarked to the DILF-y stud, “Maybe I’d better go inside with you…just to make sure the coast is clear. You never know what kind of riff-raff might by hanging out inside.”
He clapped his hand on my back and rubbed it softly. “I appreciate your dedication to my safety. Top-notch lifeguarding!”
“How can I thank you for being so helpful?”
I don’t know about the guy, but all of this thinly-veiled sexual tension and innuendo was really getting my motor revved. “I’m sure you’ll be able to think of a way.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him as we arrived at the public restrooms.
“Lead the way,” he said, gesturing me to go ahead of him. As I walked inside, not only did my cock feel like it was going to bust through my regulation swim trunks, I felt his eyes on my ass. I couldn’t wait for what was about to happen…
It was a very hot night for late October. My girlfriend and I had gone to a Halloween party and had been drinking and dancing for hours. Since I had to work the next day, I said goodbye to her and went back to my apartment.
It took me a while to open the large, iron door to the entrance of the old building. It always got a little stuck, and my drunken state didn't help. I climbed the wooden steps to my apartment and entered my house. The floor cracked under my feet with each step. I didn't have air conditioning, so I opened the window to let in some fresh air from outside. It didn't help so I decided to sleep in the nude. As I undressed to get into bed, I had the strange feeling that something or someone was watching me. I looked around, but all I found was the familiar mess of my room. I laid on the mattress face down and dozed off.
I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night with a cold shiver coming from my bare ass. I got up and looked at the window. The curtains weren't moving and no breeze came from outside but the room temperature was clearly lower than when I went to sleep.
Something caught my attention. A small movement in the corner of my eye. I turned around and all I saw was my costume on the floor. All in one pile, just as I discarded it. Except from my boxers. They were a couple of steps apart. I was sure I didn't leave them there. I grabbed them and they were ice cold, as if they had been in the freezer. I felt that sensation again. Something was observing my every move. I shook my head and that thought with it. My girlfriend had said a couple times that my apartment was haunted because she heard weird noises and swore that things changed places when we weren't looking. I'd always thought that was nonsense but I had a chilling feeling that night. I dropped my underwear and got into bed. This time, I covered myself with the sheets because of the chill air and also because everybody knows that the forces of evil can't get to you when you're under the sheets. Hehe. What a stupid thought.
As I was falling asleep again, I felt the sheet covering my body slide down my back. I tried to get up, scared, but I couldn't move. My muscles flexed, but I felt as if each of my limbs weighed a ton. My body was pinned to the mattress while something uncovered my sturdy, naked body. I tried to look over my shoulder but all I saw was the ceiling of my room while the sheet already reached below my glutes and down to my knees.
Then I felt it. The unmistakable touch of a hand on my shoulder. It was extremely cold but a hand nonetheless. It moved through my skin, the freezing fingertips carving paths down my spine. When it reached the side of my hip and traveled to my left buttcheek, another hand pressed firmly the flesh on the other one. I was so scared I wasn't trying to escape anymore. My heart pounded fast inside my chest and my skin was covered in goosebumps and cold sweat.
The invisible being on my bed had started to massage my glutes. I could feel how the thumb of each hand got closer and closer to the rim of my asshole. Suddenly, a freezing breeze blew over my taint and then something ice cold pressed firmly over my hole. I was still scared but a pleasurable chill traveled through my spine. Whatever the hell it was, the thing over me began to introduce something inside my rectum. It didn't feel like there was something solid stretching me out, but as if my sphincter was slowly widening and cold air was going in.
Still unable to move, I was feeling extremely full and tremendously empty at the same time. All of a sudden, the creature began to move out of me and then immediately went inside again before my hole closed. It was fucking me. I felt how it pushed my insides incredibly deep. During one of those pushes, it hit my prostate. And then again and again. And then I wasn't scared anymore. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the thing invaded my anal cavity. I was experiencing the most pleasure I had in all my life and the thing that was giving it to me was probably a ghost.
Just as I got to that realisation, I thought I could make out a human-shaped silhouette above me, with broad shoulders and his arms resting on either side of my head. He looked like he was wearing an old-fashioned tweed jacket, and all I could make out of his translucent face was muttonchops on the sides, a bushy mustache and his mouth, open in pleasure.
As the spirit kept fucking me my cock grew under my weight and I was dangerously close to an orgasm. Said event happened at the same time I heard a bone-chilling moan over me and my hole opened wider. I came between the mattress and my abs, coating the sheets with weirdly cool jizz.
I felt how the temperature in the room went up again and the invisible force that was holding me in place disappeared. Then, I drifted off into the deepest sleeps of my life.
The next morning, I woke up feeling like I had had hours of restful sleep. I was surprised when I found dried cum on my abs but I brushed it off. I didn't remember anything after getting in bed last night. The memory of that night, if it really happened or it was just a dream, was lost forever. Although from then on, the man with the mustache in the black and white picture hanging in the lobby of my building (the architect or something like that) seemed strangely familiar, and I swore he would occasionally wink at me.
Nate looked back at me with that sly smile, knowing I wouldn’t be able to contain myself when I saw that ass if his. I cursed, staring at his tall, pale, muscular body as it invited me for a look, and likely for a taste. I scoffed, taking him up on his offer and walked into the water to meet him for a kiss.
“Feeling a little confident, eh Nate?” I said as I kissed him, grabbing his ass and kneading them like dough as he moaned into my mouth. I felt his nipples get harder as we waded together a bit deeper, still locked in arms. “You know, I figured you use me so much that you should take it whenever you want. I didn’t like to get fucked so much as first, but you won. I need your dick in me. Feels empty without it. You can fuck me right here and now if you want, I won’t say no or complain, I just need it. Please.” He finished, practically whining for a taste as he got down on his knees in the water and pulled down my speedo to reveal my rapidly hardening dick. He let it smack him in the chin as he nuzzled up next to it and let it lay on his face as he looked up at me awaiting permission. I nodded as he slowly started to blow me.
When Nate first started at my office, I was smitten by him physically. The man was tall, bro-ey, talkative. He wasn’t into guys, but was always curious about gay sex and I was happy to share the graphic details of my very active sexcapades in which he was happily envious of all the tail that I was getting. He was always striking out with the ladies for some reason. “So, do guys normally like one role or another?” He asked me one day at while it was just us two on a business trip. We were drinking at our hotel bar. I told him most dudes do both but I tend to like to stick my dick in holes so much that I mainly top. “No complains from anyone, quite the opposite actually,” I chuckled. Nate looked pensive as we headed back up for the night, splitting a room for the work week.
That night I woke up to Nate slobbering on my dick (I slept mostly naked, which he was cool with), with a heavy smell of liquor from his breath as he choked on my dick. I groaned in pleasure and surprise and let him work his magic, mentally noting to ask questions later. Long story short just in case I snapped a photo of him mid blowjob as evidenced in case anyone says I came onto him. I blew my load in his mouth and fucked him that night for the first time. His first time with a guy.
I was hooked. He was too, but not to the same intensity I was at. I wanted his mouth or ass constantly and he couldn’t keep up. At the office, on the weekends, away on trips. He would hem and haw but always end up caving in. One particularly rough weekend I ended up keeping him naked the whole time because I kept jumping on him when he walked into the room. He was hobbling at the office on Monday and said it was a biking accident. “Must have been a rough ride,” I said out loud to our colleagues and we all chuckled, me the most as Nate rolled his eyes at me. The poor guy looked downright worried that the office would catch on, and with his worsened soreness I told myself to give him some space until he felt better.
Now we’re on a beach, him texting me on Friday if I wanted to meet up to relax together. “I can’t stand the thought of having someone else inside me. When I think of sex, it’s you I get off to, of you using me to get off yourself. Feels dirty but I like it like that. Don’t worry, you can fuck anyone you want but I wanted to you know so long as you use me I won’t be seeing anyone else. Don’t need anyone else.” He has told me just a minute before walking out on this secluded beach and taking off his swimming speedo.
And now, here I am looking down at his handsome bearded face as it quivers from my girth, his lips reaching the root of my dick as he gags and hums with all of me down his throat. “With a declaration like you just made and those two holes you got, I won’t need anyone else either,” I smiled back at him as he gagged a bit in surprise. He held me in his mouth tho, as he put his hands down behind his back and let me grab the back of his head and pace him back and forth on my dick until I felt my load come forward. I grunted and pulled my dick out as I shot all over his face and beard. Some streaks hitting across his meaty pecs as well. “Fuck yeah, mark me as your property,” he muttered as I breathed heavily, recovering from my orgasm as softly nursed on my cock to clean it off. I leaned down to kiss him as I went to clean my cum of him. “Leave it,” he said, stopping me. “I want to feel it on me for a bit before I get you hard again so you can coat me with another load.” Fuck, he’s gonna drive me crazy, I thought to myself as we dashed back to our spot on the sand.
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I was lying in bed, resting in afterglow after dumping a load in Wade’s ass. Looking to get another go at his hole, I walked into the bathroom to see him doing a modified handstand naked. "Wutcha doing there buddy?" I asked laughing. "Just trying to keep your load in for as long as possible, I like the feeling of being filled up by you," Wade said as he kept his position, his legs held to the side as I got a view of his perky round ass. "Okay, we get it, you're were super talented gymnast. God, the way you fuck is crazy it gets me so hard." I marveled as I watched him do his poses, him chuckling and shaking as he almost lost balance. He got down and rested his bulging arms on the ground with his head touching the rug for balance.
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Wade was flying in from out of town and we had made plans for him to stay with me for the weekend. He worked corporate and was out on a site visit this next week. At work is actually where we met. When we met at the hotel bar at a work conference, after which I went to his hotel room and didn't leave until the following morning. We kept in contact and often reached out when one of us is in the area. I picked him up from the airport Friday night and we were handsy the whole way back to my home. He was grabbing at my crotch and getting me boned up while I played with his arms and chest through the T-shirt that barely held his big body. The guy got off getting used, and he has a light submissive streak when we start hooking up, which I absolutely love. When we got inside my home, I snapped my fingers and cleared me throat, he immediately dropped his bags and stripped, letting me take a good look at him as he turned a 360. "No more clothes while you're inside my house, got it? You look good" He nodded, grinned. "Yes, sir, thank you, bulked out and cut a bit last month in preparation for your viewing pleasure, Tim." He got down to his knees and looked up at me. "Can I get some of that cock now? I need it bad. Thought about it the whole plane ride, had to cover up my stiffy..." I nodded and pulled down my sweats to reveal a swinging boner I had on since I first saw him again. Immediately he went for it, first licking the shaft before softly sucking on the head as he went deeper and deeper with each bob. I let him slobber on it for a minute before I looked down at him. "I'm going to pick up the pace, okay? You'll be good and hang on for me?" He looked up, halfway down my shaft, and nodded as I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him deeper in, he pushed back for the stroke back up and we kept this pace going as he moaned and groaned into my dick.
Eventually we made my way to my bed, I jumped on and laid back as he straddled me and slowly sunk his ass onto my dick. "Fuck, I'd do anything to get dicked like this daily," Wade panted out as he slowed down his bouncing. I pulled him in for a kiss. "Fuck yea baby, you want to make me feel good like this all the time?" He nodded as we kept kissing. "Wanna make you feel good, anytime, just walk me and bend me over and mount me." I growled and did as he asked, pushing him back and getting him on his back as I started to jackhammer into him missionary style. Soon I saw him leaking out a load which pushed me over the edge, and I filled him up right after with my own.
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"So, let's say my company asked me if I wanted to transfer to here full-time," Wade suddenly asked as he got down from his handstand pose. And onto his knees resting on his heels as he faced me a few feet away. He was looking down, softly raising his eyes up at me as he posed a question. "Oh yeah? You'd consider it?" I asked, waiting for him to bring up the question he probably wanted to ask. "Not sure, you're not seeing anyone exclusively yet, right?" I didn't answer right away. "Well, there's someone I've been hooking up with for a while, think I might get serious with him actually." He looked back down, a bit surprised, but didn't say anything for a while. "Damn, he's a lucky guy. That's great, Tim," he replied as he started to reach back and play with his hole. I snapped my fingers and made a twirl motion as he did as I asked and put his head down on the ground and ass up as I mounted him again. "Yeah, he's fucking great in bed, cool guy too, big ass and muscles just like I like em," I growled as I started to fuck Wade again. He groaned out at the intrusion and kept up with my pace, softly groaning. "And he just told me his company was thinking about transfering him here full-time." He looked back, his gears turning in his head, "Uh -" he started. "Yes, stupid, it's you - I'd love for you to move here, be with me." I said as I angled my assault on his hole to rub his prostate. "You fucker," Wade scoffed which turned into a moan as he felt my dick pass over his hot spot. He groaned and started to fuck himself on my dick as I stopped moving, forcing him to do the work as he called me an asshole for joking with him. I let him work himself on me for a while before I grabbed his hips and did a few final thrusts and dropped a second load into him. I fell forward and pushed him down as I laid on top of him, both of us panting as I recovered. "Fuck, let's get in the shower, this dick of mine isn't getting soft and I wanna make you cum handsfree again, baby," I kissed his neck as he groaned and nodded. Best weekend ever.
“You like to stare.” His deep voice said quietly, his arms crossed.
I just finished a set of squats at the gym, I’d just moved to town for my first job out of college. My routine overlapped with a stud in his 50’s. He’d caught me staring a few times, but I never did anything about it as he was occasionally accompanied by his wife.
“I’m sorry… Mr…” I didn’t know his name and I was flustered having just finished a set.
“I’m Ed.” The man said with is arms still crossed, I couldn’t help but gawk at his muscled arms. “And no need to apologize.” His face broke into a friendly smile. “You draw some eyes too, you know.”
I was a 22 year old D1 college lacrosse player, I was in impeccable shape and I was determined to keep it that way now that I was working a 9-5 desk job. Ed’s was stacked, 6’ on what looked to be cut muscle. He’d clearly spent decades in the gym, taking care of his body, and it showed. His mostly gray hair was receding and his face was clean shaven and just weathered enough to make him even more handsome.
“Nice to meet you, Ed. I’m Andy.” I said as we shook hands, his grip like a vice.
“Great to meet you, Andy. You’re new here, right?” Ed asked and I nodded. “Linda probably didn’t give you a tour did she?”
The front desk lady hadn’t, still speechless, I shook my head.
“I don’t want to interrupt your workout but I don’t mind showing you around.” Ed continued.
It was a standard gym, I normally would have begged off and continued with my leg day, but I wanted to be near this mature stud as long as I could to steal as many mental images as possible.
“Su-Sure.” I said, my voice embarrassingly cracking out of excitement.
That brough an even bigger grin to Ed’s face as he motioned for me to follow him. I was closeted during my time in college, as a division 1 athlete it would have brought me a lot of unwanted attention, so I didn’t have much experience. But, for all I knew, this was just a hot older man who wanted to show me around so I had to play it cool.
Ed showed me the main facilities, the free weights, the machines, the squat racks, even a deadlift platform. Of course, I’d seen this all already as I’d been coming to the gym for a few weeks. It was early on a Saturday morning, so the place was nearly deserted as I followed Ed into the men’s locker room.
“If you know the right people, there are some pretty great features here.” Ed said deadpan as he groped his bulge. I tried not to look, so afraid of misreading things that I didn’t realize what was happening. “What, now you’re too shy to steal a look?” Ed joked with a friendly tone.
“I… I… fuck!” I stumbled over my words before swearing as Ed pealed down sweats revealing a bulging jockstrap.
I blushed and absentmindedly licked my lips. Ed smiled wide, sizing me up. Behind Ed, I caught a glance at myself in the mirror. I was slightly taller than the older man at 6’1 and I filled out my snug tank top well with a broad chest with tanned and vascular shoulders and arms. My dirty blond hair was in need of a cut but still short and my cheeks were ruddy from the workout and my arousal.
“Been awhile since I had a hot jock sniffing around.” Ed said in a low conspiritorial voice. “I’ll give you a tour of one of the private shower stalls and you can suck me off.”
I was momentarily taken aback by how upfront he was, but I quickly followed after him as he led the way with a nod of his head. The private shower stall had a two curtain set up, with the area between the first one meant for hanging your clothes and towel. The shower itself was just barely big enough for the both of us. Once both curtains were pulled, Ed slid down his sweats and jock revealing a rock hard, thick and veiny cut cock.
I reached down for it, feeling its heft. The girthy cock was the biggest one I’d seen in my limited experience. Ed groaned as I gave him a few dry strokes. Our eyes met and he gave me a wink before I sank into a crouching position.
“Thatta boy, I can spot a cocksucking jock a mile away.” Ed grunted as my lips parted around the bloated cockhead.
Ed moaned as slid more of this thick piece down my gullet. I was more enthusiasm than skill at that point and the fit older man’s big dick was testing my oral limits. I let my hand wrap around the length of shaft I couldn’t swallow, using the spit dripping down as lube as I stroked him in time with my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, collecting his precum and finding his sensitive spots.
I looked up at Ed as he placed his hands gently on my head, almost cradling it. His cockhead hit the back of my throat, gagging me and I pulled off, sliding my lips and tongue down the length of his shaft. I sucked and tongued the man’s full, heavy balls, savoring the noises of appreciation I was eliciting. I let my tongue swipe behind Ed’s balls, savoring the salty taste and musk before resuming my coordinated mouth and hand work.
“That’s it, Andy, you’re an eager pup. You ready to swallow my load?” Ed had urgency in his voice.
His alert that he was close had be redoubling my efforts, bringing and appreciative grunt from Ed as he cock pulsed before painting my mouth with thick, hot cum. I swallowed jet after jet of the virile man’s heavy load, using my hand to pull every last bit down his shaft. Ed’s body shuddered as the wave of his orgasm waned. The handsome mid-50’s man was still wearing his snug workout t-shirt, hugging his chest and shoulders, with his sweats and jockstrap around his ankles.
I pulled off the man’s cock, it stood boldly still hard but deflating with a sheen of spittle and cum that caught the light. My compression shorts and gym shorts strained to contain my erection as Ed looked down catching his breath.
“You’re a hungry jock, I like that.” Ed said with a wide smile, as he pulled up his sweats. “You’ll have to take care of yourself today, but if you want more my wife out for a girls night tomorrow.” Ed offered as we exited the shower stall.
We exchanged numbers and parted ways. I was disappointed that I hadn’t cum, but I knew that as soon as I got home I’d fire off a massive load. It was almost painful for me to finish my workout, but I hit it hard, harder than normal before booking it home to crank one out.
The next was torture, Ed’s wife had joined him at the gym so we only exchanged “Hello’s” and nods across the floor. His wife was gorgeous, she looked to be about the same age, maybe a few years younger. She was clearly in great shape with a very pretty face and a taste mid-length haircut.
That afternoon at work, Ed texted me and I nearly dropped my phone from excitement. His place was too risky but luckily I had a one bedroom apartment that I lived alone in, I was more than happy to have the stud of a man over. After work, I rushed around tidying the place up. I’d had fleeting hookups in college, but as a closeted athlete, they were few and far between. Something about this felt different.
Right on time, Ed buzzed my apartment to be let up. I buzzed him in and quickly did one last check in the mirror and of my breath. I didn’t know what was in store tonight but I wanted all of my bases covered.
“Nice building!” Ed said as I opened the door to greet him.
Ed was sporting a polo shirt, fit snugly across his muscled chest and shoulders and tucked into a pair of belted khaki shorts. He looked sexy in his stereotypical suburban dad get up, I had to imagine this is what he wore most days.
“Thanks, come on in.” I said as I closed the door behind him.
I was already rock hard in my more casual athlesiure attire. Ed glanced around at my apartment, it was a steps above the typical early 20’s guy apartment, I had furniture and a bedframe, but the decorating was sparse. We made some chit-chat about the weather and I offered him a beer.
“I’ll bet you played ball in college, Andy.” Ed said, cracking open his brew.
“Lacrosse, I was a middie at State.” I replied proudly, sipping from my long neck bottle.
“It shows.” Ed complimented as I stared as the snug polo clung to his built frame and the muscles in his arm balled up as he took a sip.
His gaze fell on me as we sat on the couch together. It was a charged silence as we eyed each other up, the anticipation rising. Ed slightly spread his legs as he sat, letting his pronounced bulge be accentuated. He knew what he was doing, I was happy at least one of us did. We both finished our beers, setting them down on the coffee table.
“Can I get you another?” I offered.
“Sure… or you can give me a tour of your place. I haven’t seen your bedroom yet.” Ed replied with wicked smirk.
I jumped to attention, my excitement bringing a chuckle from the older man. He followed me across the room and down the short hallway to my bedroom. My place wasn’t big and my room was relatively spartan.
Ed grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. He planted a kiss on my lips as his hands snuck under my athletic fit t-shirt. He felt up the hard ridges of my abs muscles before cupping my pecs. I let my hands feel his lats and rippling back muscles through his dad polo. Our tongues danced, Ed led the way aggressive yet sensual - confident.
“I wanted to do that sink you sucked that load out of me yesterday.” Ed breathed as he broke the kiss.
I was flush and my pulse was racing. Ed easily read the effect he had on me, his knowing smirk plastered on his face.
“Yeah… I uhh… I liked that too.” I sputtered awkwardly.
“You don’t even know how hot you are, do you?” Ed flat out asked, making me blush.
Ed tugged the hem of shirt over my head. I raised my arms to assist and he tossed it aside. His eyes tore over my bare flesh. I stood tall under his gaze, relishing his intense interest. I took great pride in keeping my lacrosse honed body in top condition, my abs rippled under the skin with a treasure trail of blond fur thickening from above my navel to my waistband. The same blond fur clung my powerful and shredded pecs, right around the pert, pink nipples. I felt my delts, biceps, and triceps tense and relax as I shifted my weight.
Ed’s nimble fingers traveled the expanse of my flesh, exploring the ridges and valleys created by my muscles. I groaned as he flicked his thumbs over my nipples, he took the opportunity to lean in for another kiss. This one was more sensual, letting the building tension swell. We broke the kiss and discarded his polo shirt, unbuckled his belt and slid his shorts down before stepping out of them. He stood before me in just a pair of briefs that were struggling to contain his bulge.
“Fuck…” I hissed, drinking in the sight of him.
Ed’s muscled, powerful chest was dusted with downy brown and gray hair clinging to the swells of his pecs. Even in his 50’s he had a flat stomach with the whisper of abs. The dusting of hair there was less dense but still caught the light. Playfully, he flexed his pecs, liking that I was mesmerized by his bouncing tits.
“I got another load for you, Andy. You can suck it out if you want… or…” Ed purred softly as he cupped the bulging basket of his briefs.
My breath caught, Ed grinned knowing what I wanted. I couldn’t help it, I’d turned into putty around this man. Ed reached forward and slid down my shorts and underwear, freeing my raging jock cock. He let out a low groan of appreciation as he tugged my thick uncut member.
“Mighty fine piece.” Ed gave a few soft tugs, rolling my foreskin over the leaking head and skinning it back. “Big cock jocks are my weakness.” The older man murmured. I groaned, the words caught in my throat. “You like older guys… dads…” Ed read my mind as he continued his gentle strokes, I nodded. “I’ve got four kids, strong swimmers. You want me to breed you too?”
My throat was dry with lust, it was all I could do to nod. Ed’s face lit up as he beamed. His briefs had become nearly translucent as his powerful cock soaked it with precum. The father of four led me over to my bed, positioning me on my hands and knees with my jock ass in the air.
“Have any other dads broken you in yet, Andy?” Ed asked about my experience bottoming which was precious little.
“I’ve only bottomed a few times… no one hung like you.” I said looking over my shoulders at the stud older man.
Ed’s big pecs stood out as his chest puffed out with pride. The downy hairs clinging to the swells of muscle were capped by pert pink nipples. He growled as he leaned in and swiped at my hole with his tongue. He teased along the crack before zeroing into my hole. Slowly, he worked my hole, prodding, retreating, teasing, and prodding again. Soon he was prying my cheeks apart and digging his tongue in deeper.
He kept it up for an eternity, I’d almost forgotten it was foreplay. My cock ached and throbbed, a steady trail of precum oozing forth from the tip. I was brought back to reality at the intrusion of a finger. The change in sensation drove me wild and Ed gently finger fucked me before adding another. I grunted when he pushed in a third.
“A pup like you needs to be broken in just right, Andy. I’ve got just the right tool for the job.” Ed spoke as he withdrew his fingers and instructed me to lay on my back.
When I flipped over, I saw the familiar sight of Ed’s huge, girthy cock. It was lubed up and throbbed menacingly. Ed pulled my legs to his shoulders, gliding into place between them. His cock looked even bigger than I remembered from sucking it the previous day. The engorged cockhead kissed my hole, Ed slowly rocked his hips forward applying pressure. We both sighed as the head popped in, and I quickly tensed.
“Easy there, pup.” Ed cooed, leaning in and running his strong hands over my sweat-damp flesh. “Relax and let daddy work you open.”
His voice and touch sent electricity through my body. As he sensed an ease to my tension, he slid another inch of dad dick into my hole. I grunted at the intrusion. I’d only bottomed three times prior, for men who were not nearly as hung in length or girth as Ed was. Ed’s hands kneaded my chest, flicking my nipples, sending my cock bouncing. His calm, friendly face brought me back and he sunk in another few inches before pausing.
“You’re doing great, sport. I haven’t had a tight hole like this to break in and use in some time. Not since my oldest daughter’s college boyfriend.”
I moaned, the thought of this man fucking his daughter’s boyfriend was beyond hot to me. I felt my insides unclench and Ed eased in more with a wry smile. He was 3/4ths of the way inside me and started to pull out. Ed then slowly sunk a few inches back in. I whimpered out at the inward thrust but my cock stayed rock hard. The discomfort was minimal, even with Ed’s massive tool, his extensive rimming and fingering had made my rear entrance pliable enough for my pleasure.
“Goddamn, your ass is so tight, Andy. Daddy’s gonna stretch you out.” Ed grunted as he continued thrusting a few inches in and out of my rear.
I gasped with each thrust, my cock bobbed and weaved as Ed slowly dug deeper with each thrust. My hole stretched beyond what it had before and my eyes started to roll back into my head as Ed kept his rhythmic pace. His hands groped and kneaded my muscles and his eyes devoured me.
“Fuck… Ed… I’m close.” I moaned, not sure how much longer I could hold off.
“Let it fly, sport, let fly.” The older man breathed.
I gripped my uncut jock dick and tugged twice before thick hot jets of cum painted my abs and chest. My ass spasmed around Ed’s cock, gripping and milking it, but he held dead still as my orgasm crested and washed over me. My breathing came in ragged gasps as my muscles tensed and relaxed, my whole body working to expel the scalding liquid cum shrapnel.
Ed gently rubbed my flanks as I came down from the orgasmic heights. His big daddy cock was still lodged about 3/4ths of the way in me. My hole was clamped down around his rigid member and he kept it as still as possible.
“You did great, Andy.” Ed said rather paternally.
“Did you cum?” I asked as I caught my breath.
Ed shook his head no and began to withdraw his cock from my clenched ass. I whimpered as the inches receded. Finally, the older man had fully pulled out. I felt empty as the throbbing, shiny cock stood proudly before Ed.
“Let’s give that hole of yours a break.” Ed let my legs fall to the bed as he rubbed my muscled quads.
“I can go again.” I almost pleaded, looking up at the father of four.
“You’re an eager pup, horny too.” Ed grinned, softly handling my still hard cock. “I like that.”
Ed helped me up off the bed and we mosied to my small kitchen, we each cracked a beer. There was something freeing about hanging out naked with this man. Both of us stayed hard as we sipped the brews, we made some small talk as our eyes raked over each other’s bodies. I knew Ed was letting my hole relax from the intense orgasm I’d had, I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me again.
“You ready for round 2?” Ed asked with a sly smirk after finishing his beer.
I instinctively reached for my puffy hole. It was a little bit sore, but I desperately wanted to go again. I bit my lower lip and nodded. Almost instantly, Ed’s big dad cock returned to steel hardness.
“I’m gonna breed that tight jock ass of yours, Andy.” The older man said in a gravelly voice.
Ed followed me back to my bedroom. The bed was calling us. I turned around to face the handsome, built, virile father and family man. My cock throbbed as I touched his hair smattered pecs, rounded and firm from years of lifting weights. He inhaled at my touch, lust burning in his piercing blue eyes. Ed placed his hands on my carved delts and slowly turned me around, bending me over the bed. I took his cue and got on all-fours.
The older man’s fingers zeroed in on my fucked hole. He carefully breached the ring, prodding and probing me - hoping to release some of the tension before entering me again. Ed patiently finger fucked my hole, relaxing it enough for his cock. I heard a primal grunt from behind me as I felt his lubed cockhead in place. Slowly, he pushed in and I groaned loudly.
“Goddamn” He hissed as he sunk into me.
The penetration was initially more uncomfortable for me, but I was able to resist clamping down. Once the initial shock was gone, I was brought back to the world of pleasure. Having just been fucked by the same pole, my hole adjusted quicker. Methodically Ed kept boring into me, deeper than before.
“Fuuuuck!” I grunted as Ed’s pole dug deeper than before.
“You like that stretch, Andy?” Ed growled, his thick cock pushing in deeper.
The doggy position and deeper penetration was short circuiting my brain. I involuntarily pushed back on the daddy dick.
“Fuck yeah, son, push back on Daddy’s cock.” Ed’s dirty talk was pushing all of my buttons, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “You ready for my nut… gonna load you up…” Ed grunted between ragged breaths.
The older man continued to saw in and out of my hole, plunging deeper, stretching me further with each thrust. A jolt of lightning exploded through my body each time he nudged past my prostate, making my uncut jock cock leak precum like a faulty tap. He clawed at my ropey back muscles damp with perspiration. I felt Ed put his foot up onto the bed, with one firmly planted on the floor. The change in angle and leverage allowed him to push even deeper than before, knocking the air out of me.
Ed’s thrusts began to lose their trademark rhythm. His cock bore into me harder and less regular as I gripped the sheets underneath me. I was unable to form coherent thoughts as I sensed the man going his nut. On autopilot, I supported myself on a forearm as I reached for my aching dick.
Ed let out a string of cusses as he exploded inside me, fucking through his nut with irregular thrusts. I’d barely touched myself when my nuts emptied on the bed. My ass clamped and spasmed, unable to grab to huge rod that was fucking me off. In reality my anal muscles were milking the man’s cock, getting every last drop of Ed’s seed.
Eventually, he pulled out, panting heavily and dripping sweat. My trembling legs gave way as I collapsed into the lake of my own semen below me. Ed playfully swatted at my ass, I reached back, feeling for my sore, puffy hole.
“Top tier ass you’ve got there, Andy.” Ed beamed as I turned over.
My second load clung to my abs, mixing with the mostly dried first. Ed leaned in and planted a slow, sensual kiss on my lips, lazily feeling the swells of my muscles. I was still riding high from post-coital bliss, I just sat there basking in the fuck this stud DILF from the gym had just thrown me.
“I hate to fuck and run, but I should get home before my wife does… I’ll see you tomorrow at the gym?” Ed asked, starting to gather his clothes.
I meekly nodded, yet to fully come back to my senses. Ed gave me another peck on the lips before making for the front door. I don’t know how long it took me to return to myself, but eventually I found myself in the shower chubbing up from mentally reliving the coupling with Ed.
‘Can’t wait to get in that hole again 😉’ A text from Ed read, waiting for me when I exited the shower. I smiled, I couldn’t wait either.
“Dad, that hat is too small… Just cause it’s western night doesn’t mean you need to go in costume.” I chided my old man as he sat shirtless at the table in my condo. Dad was visiting me and since I’d come out to him, he’d been nothing but supportive. But, he’d surprised me when he suggested we go out to some gay bars.
He’d had never made that suggestion if Mom was here too, but she had to work. As head counsel for a large, multi-billion-dollar, international corporation, she had a demanding schedule and wasn’t able to make the trip this time. I loved her, but I was ok with that. She wasn’t as adventurous as Dad and I idolized the man. Dad was a phys ed teacher and head football coach at Central High, where I became a star wide receiver. He wasn’t a typical dumb jock, he’d graduated college with a finance degree but his calling was working with and molding young folks.
All of the girls in my grade always went on about how cool it was that my dad was hot, some of them even threw themselves at him. Secretly, I agreed, I lusted after the man for years. It didn’t hurt that his chosen career path gave him plenty of time to keep his body in tip top shape, and he tended to dress to accentuate that. Mom loved her job and loved that Dad loved his job, he didn’t seem to mind that she was the primary breadwinner.
Now, I was 23, freshly graduated with my own degree in finance and having been a 3 year starter at wide receiver for State. I stayed in the closet for my time in school, only coming out to my family and very close, trusted friends until after graduation.
“Fine, fine, you’re no fun, Jake.” Dad laughed as he tossed the too-small cowboy hat down. Dad was always a fun loving affable guy, it was impossible not to be charmed by the man.
“You should probably get dressed, we’re meeting the guys in 30 minutes.” I suggested. Dad’s bearded face was plastered with a smile once more.
“Can’t wait to meet your crew. You gotta have a good social circle.” Dad was always talking about how balance in life is important. Meanwhile, I was fixated on how sexy the gray in his beard on his chin was. The older man hauled himself up and dug through his bag to find a flannel shirt to go with his form fitting jeans, holding it up to me for approval. “Does this pass the snuff test?” He asked, leaning into how I vetoed his small cowboy hat.
“If you iron it first, yes.” I laughed back. Dad did a double take on his rumpled up flannel and joined me in laughter.
“Aye aye!” He saluted me, in jest to how I would sarcastically salute and act when I was in my rebellious teenage years and I thought he was acting like a drill sergeant around the house.
I watched Dad walk into my bedroom to fetch the iron. His 6’1 frame was packed with well-earned middle aged muscle. His big chest had dark fur that thickened towards the valley between his pecs and traveled down his solid, still-lightly-defines midsection before diving below the belted waist of his jeans. He’d always had a great bulge, but for outgoing and free with his body he was, I’d never really seen him totally naked.
Dad looked great as we left for the bar, as usually his outfit hugged him in all the right places. The 42 year old was looking like the stud he was. It was only a few block walk to the bar, my friends were already inside. We didn’t normally go to western night, but Dad thought it would be fun and I didn’t need to twist my friends’ arms to go out.
“Mr. Harbor! Great to meet you!” My best friend in the city, Ben hollered excitedly as he met Dad.
They shook hands and Dad brought him in for a bro hug. The rest of my friends followed suit, most of them thought I was lucky to have such a cool dad, and I agreed.
Dad bought everyone a round of drinks and we formed a tight circle, talking and everyone getting to know Dad better. My friends were rapt with my old man, he had that affect on people. He was engaging and genuine, he really did care about getting to know my friends - he always had.
“You must really hit the weights, Mr. H.” Pete said, slinging his arm around Dad’s big shoulders, feeling his biceps. We had moved on to more drinks and clearly Pete was feeling frisky. I blushed at his obvious come on but Dad took it in stride.
“Perks of the job. That and getting to see Jakey-boy here grow up.” Dad beamed with pride. “And like I said before, call me Phil.
Over the course of the night most of my friends got touchy-feely with Dad. I was used to people fawning over him, they couldn’t help themselves. It was closing in on 1am, the bar hadn’t settled down, but my group of friends hadn’t been there for the crowd. We decided to call it a night and regroup the next morning for brunch.
“I really like the guys.” Dad said as we strolled home, both more drunk than we wanted to let on.
“They’re great. Sorry they kept pawing at you.” I normally wouldn’t have brought it up, but the liquor had me feeling loose.
“I’m used to it. Hell, I like the attention.” Dad said, not in a cocky way, but in his Phil Harbor way of letting me know it wasn’t a big deal. “I have half a mind to take a go at Pete.” Dad surprised me so much I stopped walking.
“What?” I croaked out. Dad had never indicated that he’d had any attraction to guys. Plus, he was married to Mom.
“He’s got a great wrestler build, bet he’s great in the sack.” Dad stopped, looking at me with a drunken, wicked grin.
“What the fuck?” I said more strongly than before as we stood on a deserted city block.
“Jake, when you came out to me and I told you that ‘I understand’, I meant it. I’m bi, I thought you got that.” Dad explained, thinking I’d picked up something so subtle during such an emotional moment.
“I did not get that.” I replied, emotions welling up, anger, confusion, jealousy.
“Yeah, well, it’s true.” He said with almost a shrug.
“But… Mom?”
“She knows.” He said motioning for me to come to him. “I told her when we started dating. She’s got a strong sex drive too, if you must know.” He continued as I approached him. “Let’s get back to your place and talk.
We walked the rest of the way in silence, my thoughts racing, my head spinning. Dad pulled out a bottle of whiskey from my makeshift bar and poured us each a few fingers. We sat down and he explained how Mom wanted to try swinging early on in their marriage. They both liked it but craved something different, eventually they landed on open marriage with some ground rules.
“Basically, we put each other first. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. We are each other’s partner in everything we do, there are just some things that we can’t do for the other sexually.” Dad explained. “I know this is a lot to take in.” He read my vacant, shocked expression. I’d get Dad to explain more later, but for now my thoughts stuck on one topic. “You ok, Jake?”
“Pete?” I asked without thinking. Dad laughed and brought me into a hug.
“He’s cute! You don’t think so?”
“I guess I don’t think about him like that.”
“I won’t do anything if it makes you uncomfortable. I don’t ever want to do something that would jeapardize our relationship.” Dad reassured me. I felt better, but I couldn’t help checking him out. His flannel was half unbuttoned and I boned up in my tight fitting jeans. “Looks like you’re uncomfortable for other reasons too.” Dad verbally jabbed playfully, staring at my bulge. “A little jealous of Pete?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow before finishing his drink.
I silently nodded before croaking out a “Yes.”. Dad had seen right threw me. I would have spiraled right away if it wasn’t forhow he handled it.
“Hot for you dad, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised.” Dad joked, holding his arm out and flexing. The flannel shirt bulged with his motions. He noticed my expression was still serious and embarrassed. “Look, Jake, I get it. Just like before, I get it.” Dad’s tone became less playful. “I had thing for my old man too. But… you knew Grandpa, he was… he was a tough guy who didn’t let people in. I would have given anything to be able to talk like this with him. I would have given anything to get to play around…” The drinks were taking their toll on Dad’s filter.
He looked at me hard. I could tell he was mulling something over in his head, his expression was pensive. My brain was overwhelmed with everything that I’d learned in the past hour. It was late, I was drunk, and I was having trouble focusing on one thought when Dad spoke up again.
“Jake… if you want to… I know I’d be into it.” Dad said softly as a devilish grin crept across his face.
“You mean… fuck around?” I asked, and Dad winked. “Let’s go!” I lept up from the couch and ran to my bedroom. I could hear Dad laughing as he padded behind me.
“Jake… You’re sure about this?” Dad asked standing in the door of my bedroom, seemingly having second thoughts.
“Most sure I’ve ever been. Plus, like you said, you still wish Grandpa would have done something with you.” I tried to bring him back, convince him again. Both our judgements were clouded by alcohol.
Dad’s smile returned and he quickly ripped off his flannel. His magnificent body that I lusted after for years was coming into view. Perfectly muscled and hairy. I tended to go for daddy types, but Dad was the ultimate. I tore off my clothes in a flash. I was an inch or two taller than Dad’s 6’1, but with a leaner albeit muscled frame. I’d packed on muscle to the tune of being 6’2 185lbs of lean ripped ex-college football muscle.
I was beginning to get some dark blond hair on my chest to match the treasure trail terminating above my navel which matched the wavy hair on my head. Dad beamed as he slid his jeans down, revealing that he was wearing a white jockstrap underneath. The pouch bulged and strained to contain his growing cock.
“Glad to see you inherited the family goods, Son.” Dad said huskily, taking in my jock form and raging cock. I knew I was hung, over 8 inches, thick, and uncut. The older man pulled down his cock and his cock sprang free, rock hard. He had me beat in every way with his cut dad cock.
“Fuck…” I breathed, bringing a grin to Dad’s bearded face. I sat on the edge of the bed, Dad sidled up to me cock first.
“What do you want to do?” He breathed. In lieu of an answer, I opened my mouth to engulf his cockhead. “Jeezus!” He moaned as I slide my tongue along the underside of his huge cock. It was an incredible rush taking Dad into my mouth. Not only had I lusted after the man since I could remember, the taboo of it all added extra fire.
Dad stood there, allowing me to orally explore his massive member. I considered myself a good cocksucker, but Dad was bigger than any I’d serviced before. My mouth was quickly filled to capacity and his girth hindered my ability to relax my throat, I settled for using my tongue to map the portion of his cock that I could fit in my mouth before pulling off. I glanced up at the man who made me, he matched my gaze with a hungry passion in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my lips and tongue along the length of the underside of his rod until I met the place where his shaft met his balls.
I slid back and forth, the length of his cock before bathing his big, full nuts with my tongue. His bush was trimmed and his balls were shaved. I continued on, bathing his huge dad-cock with my tongue and lips before returning to sucking what I could fit in my mouth. My hands traveled up and down his built quads, hamstrings, and glutes, feeling their way over the warm flesh. In no time, I was tasting Dad’s precum, oozing onto my tongue, sweet nectar encouraging me to keep going.
Dad’s moans echoed off the walls of the bedroom as I worked. His big paws gently ran through my hair and down to my shoulders, encouraging me. I wanted to savor the moment, but I also wanted more. I felt his huge cock throb in my mouth as precum continued to ooze. I didn’t want to pull off as his grunts slowly grew more needy. The rush of this all was clearly getting to Dad as well.
“Jakey… you want Dad’s load?” He growled. My cock throbbed between my legs, precum cascading down the length of my shaft as it ached. I gave my answer by gripping Dad’s muscle ass tighter, shoving what I could in my mouth, then brought a hand around to stroke the inches of shaft that I couldn’t swallow.
A glance upward and Dad’s head flung back as his body clenched and a tsunami of cum crashed into my mouth. Wave after wave fired out, choking me during my efforts to swallow it all. He gently rocked his hips through his orgasm, as I used my hand and mouth in tandem to milk every last drop of his load that I could. Dad’s body trembled through the aftershocks of the intense nut, and he let out a big sigh as he looked down at me.
“Jake, that was… amazing… just… wow.” He said softly, his cock still at attention, covered in cum and spittle.
“I couldn’t agree more.” I replied, starting to jerk myself before Dad shooed my hand away.
“My turn.” His mischievous grin had returned.
“Dad you don’t have to-” He waved his hand to cut me off before sinking to his knees between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.
He placed his strong hands on my quads, feeling the lean, strong, football conditioned muscle. His eyes zeroed in on my throbbing uncut jock cock, he licked his lips and leaned forward taking a few inches in his mouth. His tongue skillfully traced my shaft, dipping under my foreskin driving me wild. Slowly, he took more and more into his mouth before I was knocking at the back of his throat.
Dad serviced the portion of my cock he could fit in his mouth for a few minutes, learning my cock and what made it throb. He was clearly skilled, I wondered how many guys he’d sucked before. Then, without warning, he opened his throat and the rest of my oversized jock cock slid down his gullet. His hands ran up my thighs as I groaned, trying to hold back my load, but it was no use, I was too keyed up.
I came hard, a firehose of cum shooting directly down Dad’s undulating throat. His practiced throat milked my cock, turning my nuts inside out as I shot the biggest load of my life. Overwhelmed, I got light headed and for a second feared I would faint before focusing on Dad’s touch. I have no idea how long it lasted, it could have been hours or it could have been seconds, but I’d never cum like that before.
I regained my senses as Dad was still tonguing my now-too-sensitive cock. He let it fall from his mouth when I shuddered and looked up at me from between my legs. It was a trip seeing this big muscled man, high school phys ed teacher, head football coach - my dad - crouched between my legs like that. It was enough to make me hard again if I hadn’t already just cum buckets down the man’s throat.
“Dad, that was -” Dad cut me off.
“Jake, I hope we didn’t cross a line.” Dad cut in, his doubts creeping back in as his sexual need was met and the alcohol started to fade.
“I loved it, Dad. I’ve wanted that for a long time.” I flashed a winning smile back at him as he got to his feet.
“Whattaya say we call it a night. We can talk things through in the morning.” Dad suggested, having glanced at the clock seeing the late - or early - hour.
I agreed, I was drained both figuratively and literally. Exhaustion set in, it had been a long night even before the world changing information I learned and the reality altering orgasm from Dad’s oral service. The big furry man made his way out of the room. I hadn’t set up the spare bedroom yet, an extra bedroom set was out of my price range, but we’d inflated an air mattress in there for Dad earlier.
“Dad! Wait… do you want to… stay in here tonight?” I asked before he was out the door. He turned, giving a hard look while thinking it through before smiling.
“I’d like that, Son.” He said, ambling to the bed.
We didn’t talk after that. Dad cuddled up to me, the big spoon to my little. I felt secure and warm with his muscled arms wrapped around me, feeling his chest hair on my back. It didn’t take long for us to drift off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and Dad was already out of bed. He’d made coffee and was reading the news on his iPad in the living room. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and poured myself a cup and downed some water before plopping down on the couch next to him.
“Hope I didn’t wake you.” Dad said without taking his eyes from the article he was reading.
“Not at all.” I said, my mouth dry from the mild hangover.
“Jake, about last night -” Dad put down his tablet and gave me his attention. I tried to cut him off before he backtracked on what we’d done.
“Dad, it’s ok I-” In turn, he interrupted me.
“Jake, let me talk.” Dad said firmly. “If you’d let me finish, I think you’ll be happy to know that I really enjoyed last night. I have a feeling you did too, but I wanted to check in, I am your dad. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything and I don’t want anything to sour in our relationship.” A beat passed before I realized he was done speaking.
“I feel the same way with everything. Last night was better than I could have imagined… and I’ve imagined it a lot.” Dad was wearing a t-shirt that clung to his built upper body. His worn gym shorts left little to the imagination below. “But, I also don’t want to change anything between us… except for maybe more of last night.” I ventured.
“Bring it here, big guy.” Dad said, pulling me into a hug. I enjoyed his embrace, fatherly, comforting, arousing. I felt myself chub in the gym shorts I’d thrown on, I was shirtless. As we broke the hug, Dad paused, looking me deep in the eyes, then leaned forward kissing me on the lips. His hand was on my neck, tracing down over my chest as our lips parted and our tongues danced. I groped the man through his shirt before we finally separated. “Think we have time before we meet up with the guys?” He asked hopefully, and my heart soared.
Next thing I knew, I was on my knees worshipping Dad’s massive cock. It was even bigger than I remembered it from the previous night. I licked up and down before sucking what I could. Dad pulled off his shirt, his fuzzy chest and stomach on full display. I pulled off his cock for a second.
“Dad… would you… fuck me?” I hoped that the question would bring new doubts for him, but I had to try. Dad looked surprised, he cocked an eyebrow before the ends of his lips curled up ever so slightly.
“I had you pegged for a top.” He said dryly.
“I am… usually. But for the right guy… and you… just, I - I need it.”
“No need to beg, Son. Jock tail is my favorite and you’ve got a perfect looking ass.” Dad growled. I was getting to see him in a new light, hungry, horny. He was talking to me like I was a hookup. I needed to know more about this side of him, but first I needed him to fuck me.
Minutes later we were back in bed, I was on all fours as Dad had an index finger knuckle deep in my hole. He was skillful in the way he prodded my hole, careful to not give me too much and mindful to make it pleasurable. He quickly found my prostate, eliciting loud moans from me as I hiked my ass back onto his finger before he added another.
“Ready?” Dad asked, his voice seemingly deeper than normal. I looked back and saw a serious expression on his face. He playfully swatted my ass. “Turn over, Champ.”
I flipped onto my back and Dad grabbed my legs, pulling them onto his big shoulders. His huge cock was already lubed. It glistened, looking more intimidating than before with prominent veins. When his cockhead kissed my hole we both shuddered.
“Goddamn you’re hot, Jake.” Dad growled. He pushed forward, breaching my hole with his thick dad-cock.
“Unnnnghhhh! Fuck!” I cried out as he sunk inches of his cock into me.
“Fucking tight jock hole, Son.” Dad cooed, gently fucking passed my ass’s resistance. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, it was like the first time all over again. Normally it was difficult for me to bottom as I didn’t do it much. But Dad was a skilled top and my sheer lust for him won out. The sharp discomfort fell away quickly as he eased into me and I opened up for him. “That’s it, Jakey, let me in.” Dad growled as his big, thick cut cock pushed in to the hilt.
We both moaned as Dad’s balls nuzzled into my taint. His hands roamed my body but his eyes never left mine. Dad started to pump in and out, taking his time, trying not to bust too early. My cock ached and throbbed as we gazed into each other’s eyes. Dad’s body flexed with each thrust. His cock stretched my hole.
The taboo and our mutual lust kept us from really going at it, as we were on the edge the entire time. Dad’s bearded face contorted as he tried to hold off his orgasm. Each time his cock slid against my prostate I was closer.
“I can’t hold it, Jake.” Dad almost whispered as I felt his cock throb. I knew he was unloading in me, the cock that made me was filling me up with his batter. Dad’s furry muscle chest heaved as his grip tightened on my legs. He gave a few uneven, jolting thrusts as his orgasm rocked his body. I grunted and growled through the pleasure, sweat beading on his muscles until he quieted down and panted to catch his breath.
As Dad regained his senses, he saw I hadn’t cum yet, so he kept his deflating cock in me. He gently rocked it back and forth, while gripping and tugging my thick, uncut jock cock to explosion. My whole body clamped down and tensed as my nuts drew up and spewed thick ropes of molten semen. It splashed all over my bare upper body, coating my sweat damp skin with sticky seminal fluid.
Slowly, my spasming muscles relaxed and I came back to reality. My eyes focused on Dad, above me with a big goofy grin on his face. He rocked his cock back and forth one more time before sliding it out of my hole. His cock was deflating slowly, still mostly rigid and covered with lube and cum.
“That was amazing, Kiddo.” Dad said, patting my flank.
“You’re telling me.” I agreed. Then both our stomachs rumbled and we laughed.
“So, when’s brunch?” Dad asked casually, slipping back into normal dad mode. I didn’t respond right away, I was letting the post-coital scene sear into my memory. Dad was a stud, a big, furry, muscled, ex-jock football coach stud and we’d just fucked. I knew I’d remember it forever.
Declan Hale stood alone in the mirrored elevator, fluorescent lights catching every sculpted ridge of his tightly stretched shirt. Veins writhed like trapped snakes beneath his bulging, tan flesh. His jaw set in perpetual arrogance, eyes drifting lazily down at the screen of his fluorescent green phone. He snapped a quick selfie—another trophy for the endless gallery that fed his ego. Declan was the kind of guy who'd perfected his presence online, fueling his self-worth from likes, comments, and envy.
Declan never questioned himself. Never hesitated. Confidence radiated from him like heat from molten steel. Everyone around him catered to his alpha demeanor—his every stride reinforced dominance, every glance dripped with superiority. He was power incarnate, untouchable in his bubble of self-assurance.
Today, however, the carefully crafted bubble was seconds away from popping.
The elevator stopped abruptly. Not at the ground floor—but somewhere in between, suspended in the metal shaft. Declan glanced up from his screen with mild irritation, thumb impatiently jabbing the button panel. He barely noticed the tiny camera tucked into the upper corner, the red blinking light.
"Hello?" he snapped, leaning toward the emergency button. Nothing but cold silence responded. The temperature seemed to drop slightly, a faint chill prickling the nape of his thick neck. He glanced around. Mirrors on all sides reflected infinite images of his perfect physique, yet now, oddly, something felt off. His reflection seemed distorted—subtly warped, mocking.
Minutes ticked past. He paced like a caged animal, muscles flexing anxiously. Then, from the elevator intercom came a faint crackle, followed by a smooth, controlled voice:
"Consider me your wake-up call," the voice said softly. Calm. Almost gentle. "We've been watching you. Such impressive displays, such arrogance. It's mesmerizing. But all good things must eventually meet their end."
The mirrored panels flickered—then shifted. Images flashed before him, fleeting glimpses of private moments: Declan cheating at university exams, bullying teammates in locker rooms, manipulating girls into tears, backroom deals with sponsors—dark deeds he'd long buried.
His mouth went dry, a strange sensation crawling under his flawless skin. "What the fuck is this?"
"This is you, Declan. The real you. And tonight, you'll finally see yourself clearly."
The elevator suddenly dropped another floor, jerking Declan to his knees. Pain shot through his palms as they hit cold steel. He felt oddly vulnerable, trapped in the tight confines of mirrored glass. The voice continued, smooth and calm:
"You're used to being worshipped. Feared. Respected for strength you never earned. But now you belong to me. Before I'm done tonight, you'll be begging—truly begging—for mercy."
Declan laughed—a shaky, defensive scoff—but panic was brewing. "Fuck off! You think you scare me?"
A dry chuckle filled the tiny space. "I don't think. I know."
Suddenly, the mirrored panels shifted once again. This time, live video filled the screens. Declan's pulse hammered as he watched a grainy, black-and-white surveillance feed revealing something shocking: the elevator doors below were opening into an unfamiliar basement. A figure waited, calm and poised in shadows. Smaller than Declan. Unassuming. Ordinary, even weak in appearance. But a chill gripped Declan's spine at the man's quiet confidence.
The elevator jerked back into motion. Downward, relentlessly downward, toward that shadowy, waiting figure.
"You're sick," Declan muttered. He clenched his fists, veins erupting across his arms. "You touch me, I’ll break you. I'll fucking—"
The voice interrupted him, softer now, soothing yet deadly. "Oh, Declan, you'll try. That's exactly why you're here. Because breaking a man like you—reducing your kind to desperation—is exactly what I savor."
The elevator door shuddered and slowly parted. Cool basement air seeped into the metal box, bearing a scent that was subtly clinical and disturbingly intimate. Declan stepped back instinctively, but there was nowhere left to run.
The figure stepped forward into the dim fluorescent glow, revealing a face that meant nothing to Declan, but whose patient eyes promised everything. "Hello, Declan," the man said, extending his hand almost politely. "Time to begin."
Declan lunged forward, aggression flooding his veins—but the stranger moved swiftly, calmly pressing a small device against the side of Declan's thick neck. A sudden sharp pulse shot through Declan's powerful body, his muscles seizing uncontrollably. He gasped, body shuddering, knees buckling.
Falling onto the cold concrete floor, vision swimming, Declan’s ears filled with gentle whispers as his mind reeled.
"You won't get off so easy," the voice said softly, almost kindly. "Tonight, you'll experience things you've never imagined. And you'll beg me—again and again—until I finally believe you."
As the stranger knelt beside him, Declan's pride tried one last, desperate defense. "I'll...never beg..."
The man smiled tenderly, placing a gentle hand on Declan’s trembling shoulder, squeezing just enough to remind him he was no longer in control. "Oh, Declan... You will."
And deep down, in that terrifying instant, Declan realized it was true.
Declan lay shivering on the concrete, disoriented, every nerve burning in rebellion from the sudden jolt. He'd never felt so weak, so utterly helpless. Panic surged inside him, crashing against the iron wall of arrogance that had never before cracked. But now, it fractured, spiderwebbing outwards under the weight of raw uncertainty. His powerful body—the armor he trusted implicitly—betrayed him now, twitching uselessly under the clinical gaze of this calm, unassuming predator.
The stranger stood silently, patiently watching Declan's slow return to painful lucidity. He wore a meticulously pressed dark suit, polished black shoes reflecting dim fluorescent lights. His face was gentle, empathetic, unsettlingly patient. Every line spoke quiet authority, and though physically smaller, Declan sensed a strength far deeper—something rooted in the psychological, in the shadowy realm of control.
"Feeling better?" the man asked softly, the kindness in his voice dissonantly genuine.
"Fuck... you," Declan spat weakly, trying to rise onto elbows that buckled beneath him. His muscles shook, veins bulging with strain, but he couldn't find the strength. How could he—Declan Hale, a god among men—be so easily neutralized, reduced to quivering confusion?
The man crouched, leaning intimately close to Declan’s ear, breath warm and smooth. "Shhh. Save your anger. You'll need it soon enough."
Then, with a slow, deliberate touch, he traced a fingertip along Declan's straining bicep. Declan shuddered at the invasive gentleness—worse than a punch, infinitely more unsettling.
"What are you... doing?" Declan’s voice cracked, confusion bleeding through his bluster. "I swear, when I get up—"
"You won't," the man murmured quietly, fingers exploring with unnerving calmness the ridges of Declan’s arm, his shoulder, sliding tenderly down toward the carved valleys of his abdomen. "You're perfect, Declan. A specimen like no other. That's what makes this so exquisite."
"Don’t touch me," Declan hissed desperately, voice trembling with impotent rage. He strained every muscle, fighting to lift himself, veins bulging obscenely. "I’m not—"
"Not what?" The voice was tender, impossibly patient. "Not powerless? Not vulnerable?"
The man moved closer, his warm palm now flat against Declan’s chest, feeling the rapid thunder of his heart beneath the stretched, sweat-soaked fabric. His gaze was steady, piercing through Declan’s fractured façade of bravado. "This illusion you've built—invulnerability, dominance—it's crumbling. Tonight, you'll understand submission intimately."
Declan’s pulse spiked in fear, hot shame bubbling up, unwanted, uncontrollable. "I'll fucking kill you," he rasped, his body arching against the gentle, inescapable touch.
"Promises," the stranger whispered softly, gently pressing Declan back against the floor with surreal ease. "But empty ones."
The stranger reached into his suit pocket, producing a slim black remote. With a gentle press of a button, the mirrored elevator walls behind them shifted again—screens lighting up, revealing a livestream of Declan’s elevator moments earlier. A caption scrolled beneath:
"LIVE: Watch Declan Hale’s True Face Revealed."
Panic exploded within Declan. "What the fuck is that?!"
"Reality," the man whispered, caressing Declan's trembling jawline. "They'll watch your illusions shatter. Everyone you've ever belittled, manipulated, or deceived—they're all watching."
"Ah," the man breathed, savoring the word. "Begging. It suits you."
Declan shook his head wildly, eyes wide in raw denial. "No! I'm not fucking begging!"
The stranger smiled serenely, gently tugging Declan upright with surprising strength, pressing him back against the cold mirrored wall. Their faces inches apart, he whispered softly, "You're about to."
He raised the remote, pressing another button. Instantly, Declan's body seized again, muscles constricting involuntarily. His powerful frame pressed helplessly against mirrored glass. But this time, something else ignited within him—a terrifying heat spiraling up from depths he didn't recognize.
"Stop!" Declan gasped, fear blending with confusion at the alien sensation overtaking him. "What—what is that—"
The stranger’s eyes locked onto Declan’s, drinking in his panic. "This is the part where you realize control was never yours. Feel it now—your body betraying you. And soon, your mind."
The stranger leaned in, lips grazing Declan’s ear in intimate torment. "Let yourself break, Declan. Feel the rush of losing yourself completely."
Declan fought, chest heaving, veins bulging, his arrogance collapsing under this unbearable intimacy. "Please...don't," he gasped, true desperation surfacing. "I can't—I won’t—"
"You will," the man whispered again, fingers gently, invasively caressing Declan's trembling throat. "And you'll thank me when you finally surrender."
I work as a night manager in a very prestigious hotel in the city center. Being a luxury hotel we have some VIP guests that I personally attend to make their stay perfect. I have some wild stories about them but I swore discretion. So let's change the names.
Sometimes, a guest stays with us for long periods of time. A job project outside of their hometown, a long vacation, problems with their house, it doesn't matter. We offer special prices and special services for them to make them feel welcomed and as close to home as possible. Our city was the location of many movies, and sometimes actors and even full production crews stayed with us during the filming. This was the case of Emilio Stevez. A Hollywood star filming a sequel to one of the most prolific franchises in the industry.
Mr. Stevez had stayed with us before and was always well-mannered and polite, a true gentleman. He had been filming here for over three months and his behaviour had been exemplary as always but within the last week I had been getting comments and complaints from the hotel staff about him. Apparently he was acting erratic, being rude with the staff and other guests and ordering an unhealthy amount of alcohol to his room.
One night Mr. Stevez ordered from room service his dinner and a bottle of whiskey. After one of my best bellhops came down with a somber expression after delivering what he had ordered, I knew I needed to act. I straightened my suit and went up to confront the actor. I knocked on his door and waited for an answer. After not receiving one, I opened with my master key and went in.
Mr. Stevez was staying in one of our premium suits. Two bedrooms, a bathroom and a spacious living room with a little kitchen on the corner. The suit was a disaster. I knew the cleaning team had been there the morning before so this had happened in the last twenty four hours. Bags of chips and candy wrappers were scattered everywhere. A good amount of beer cans flooded the tables. Unmatching clothes discarded on the floor. I didn't understand what was going on. Then I stopped in my tracks when I placed my eyes on him. The actor was lying on the armchair, drinking a glass of whiskey completely naked. He had shown his incredibly ripped body in a few of his films but seeing it in person was breathtaking. His arms were huge. His muscles showed under his tanned skin. His chest elevated slowly with each inspiration making his pecs more noticeable with two brown inviting nipples to complete the vision. He had his thick legs up on the table, partially covering his junk. His handsome bearded face looked mindlessly at the TV where a porn scene was playing. After recovering from the surprise, I cleared my throat to get his attention. He looked at me without any expression on his face.
"Oh! It's you. Come in" he said. I was taken aback because I thought that I would have to deal with an aggressive drunk guests but this man was broken. Something happened to him that had completely changed the person I knew and loved. I took two steps closer and started to say what I had come here to say.
"Mr. Stevez, you know we love when you decide to visit us and be a guest in our hotel but recently I've had some complaints about your behaviour and the treatment you give to my employees. It has become unacceptable and I'm here to ask you to stop. Either you go back to be the steemed respectable guest we all knew and loved or I would have to ask you to look for another place to stay in the city". I was pretty proud of myself for being able to say all that to basically a wet dream of mine with porn blasting in the background.
"So this is my fault too? Everything is my fault! I can't do anything right anymore! She must be right, then!". The movie star shouted throwing his hand in the air.
"Mr. Stevez, I'm worried about you. I don't know what are you talking about".
The actor sobbed and started to tell me what happened to him. Apparently, he had a really big fight with his wife about him not being home, partying too much and not caring about her. Things were said and insults were thrown and in the middle of it, his wife confessed having an affair. This had shattered him. I knew for a fact that Emilio Stevez had cheated on his wife in this hotel on multiple occasions but narcissists are like that. Finding out about his wife's infidelity had pushed him down into a self-destructive spiral and was affecting every aspect of his life.
"Sir, you can't let that do this to you. You need to step up and continue living. You have a life for which many would kill". I tried to comfort him.
"Yeah that's what everyone thinks! The perfect life of a movie star." He kept ranting. "Well, if my life is that perfect how is it possible that my wife has decided to fuck a loser nobody instead of me, huh? How?! Look at me! I'm fucking hot don't I?" I gulped after the question. I didn't know if he wanted me to answer. I look at him again from head to toe. His handsome Hollywood face, his shaved toned pecs, his chiselled abs, his powerful treetrunk legs, and between them that forbidden big cut dick. My mouth watered watching him. He was still talking when mi mind returned to the room. "Everybody wants me or want to be me. I'm sure he's nothing. I'm sure I'm richer and more successful. I'm sure I have a bigger cock. Yeah! My cock is bigger for sure. Right, man?"
My eyes opened. I couldn't believe what he was saying. "I'm sorry, sir?" I enquired.
"Don't you think my cock is bigger than that loser that has been fucking my wife? Look how hung I am!" He grabbed his cock by the base and tugged a couple times, making it chub. He was clearly drunk and angry and clearly not in his right mind. I didn't want to upset him anymore than what he was already so I decided to play along.
"I'm sure it is, sir". I answered.
"Wait! Wait till it gets hard. You'll see how big it gets." With that said, he started to jerk off his meat watching the porn on the screen.
I was frozen. I couldn't move. I wanted to get away because this situation was clearly not healthy. At the same time, I couldn't take my eyes off that cock. It was growing with each tug. The actor licked his lips and rubbed them over his bulbous head making him sigh.
"See? Now it's ready. See how big it is? Have you seen a bigger cock?" He asked grabbing it by the base and shaking it. In front of me was ideed the bigest dick I have ever seen. A long shaft curbed to the rigt that ended in an engorged purple head that bearly fit in his hand. I took a deep breath and responded.
"No sir. That is the biggest cock I've ever seen".
"And wouldn't you do anything in your power to keep fucking this dick, if you were my wife?", he asked.
"Yes sir. I would do anything to fuck that dick". He turned his heat to look at me after my slip. My hands were shaking and my own dick was painfully stretching the front of my uniform. He finally saw me for the first time that evening. He realized what his actions were causing me and smiled.
"Do you like what you see?" He inquired caressing his muscular torso sensually while he kept jerking his cock. I nodded. "I'm sure you would treat me better than my wife. As a king. As I deserve. Better than all those bitches that only want my money or my fame. You would worship me for who I am".
He kept stroking his meat as his free hand explored his body and his eyes were fixed on mine. I was practically drooling at this point but my professionalism made me stay still in my place.
"Show me how much you love what your seeing". Mr Stevez ordered me pointing his chin to my crotch.
I knew that it was wrong, that it would only make the situation worse but I was a pleaser and loved to make our clients happy. I slowly brought my hands to my belt and undid the buckle. I unbuttoned my pants and opened my fly. Under the supervision of the actor I took out my hard cock and aching balls. I had spit so much precum that my underwear was soaked and my foreskin glistened under the dim light of the room.
"Good boy! You want this? You want to taste this cock?" I was now jacking of fast with my tongue sticking out of my mouth. I nodded to respond. "Too bad, you can't. Nobody can. You have to watch me through the screen like everyone else. Everyone wants this. They want to touch my powerful arms. They want to be held by them, to feel how strong I can hug them." He flexed his arms as he said this, giving me a show. "They want to rest on my chest. They want to lick my smooth tanned skin. They want to suck my nipples to make me feel good." He was caressing and squeezing his pecs while he spoke. Then he pinched his nipple making himself squirm. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling, stroking his pole faster. I didn't know how much I could resist. I was about to bust and I wanted to jump over him and eat him alive. "You're all the same. I've seen the posts on the internet. Always pictures of my crotch trying to discifer the outline of my cock, if I'm cut or not, how big could it be... Obsessed with me. Reaching to the screen in hopes of reaching me, but doomed to allways fall short. You wish to grab my dick, to hold it in your hands and worship it, to kiss it and lick it and suck it and swallow it and gag on it as I hold your head".
He was bucking his hips, humping the air as he kept masturbating. Fucking his own two hands wrapped around his pole, his engorged head shining with copious precum and saliva. His face was red from the pleasure and his whole body glistened with a fine layer of sweat. His heavy breathing accelerated and I knew he was about to finish. I fisted my own cock faster to try to end at the same time. I felt my heavy balls tighten and my jizz going through my dick. I shot so far I thought I would hit the movie star. My head spun and my vision blured but I couldn't lose focus because I needed to see than hunk cum. And he did just as my orgasm started to fade. I saw how one of his hands abandoned his hard-on and grabbed his ballsack. His muscles tightened and his back arched, pushing his pelvis in the air. He grunted and stoped his hand at the base of his dick. Then he came. A powerful cumshot ejected from the tip of his cock and flew through the air, like a fountain. More white jets followed and started landing all over his majestic torso. His orgasm dilated over time and his high seemed to never end. As he took a deep breath and sighted, announcing the end of his climax, I regained my composure and put my cock away inside me uniform. The breathing of Mr. Stevez became more regular. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I had buckled up and tightened my suit. No one would say I just had one of the best orgasms of my life.
"Thank you for that", said the actor. "I needed it. Thank you for your company and your understanding, my friend."
"It was my pleasure, Mr. Stevez". Indeed it was.
"I believe you can call me Emilio, haha. I'll try and behave better from now on". He promised.
"I believe it would be beneficial for everyone", I responded.
"I'm sure you're right. Listen, how about another conversation tomorrow night. Just you, me and some good whiskey", he asked arching his eyebrows.
"We can arrange that, sir. I mean... Emilio". I smiled and started to retire.
"See you tomorrow!" That's the last thing he said before I closed the door.
I walked to the elevator and got in. As I descended to the lobby, my dick started to grow again thinking about how much intimate our conversation could be tomorrow night. Man, I love this job!
This is a story about infidelity, a fantasy and not an endorsement.
AN AFFAIR
Dave Cantone usually waited for his business trips to indulge, so as he checked into his Austin hotel room, he knew he had a nice edging masturbation session ahead. Already he was boning up in his trousers as he kicked off his loafers and undid the top buttons on his dress shirt. At least folks in Texas had sense not to bother with suits in this heat.
The room was nice and air conditioned, though, not too much, just comfortable as the 44-year-old plopped on the bed and pulled up his phone. He had a mini camera rig thingy for when he found a good bate buddy, but for now he enjoyed reading a few porn stories and watching some vids as he pawed his crotch intermittently. He could take his time.
Dave realized it was a strange anniversary. It had been almost five years to the day when he last slept with a man. He'd only done it twice during his marriage, and he'd been a good boy since. His marriage wasn't bad, but maybe it wasn't perfect either. Parenting was hard, almost soul-suckingly hard for all of its joys, and he and Kate had never managed to get that spark back. Maybe that wasn't unusual, maybe lots of guys were like him, happy with a life partner and enjoying family life, and having a good not great sex life with his wife.
Maybe it was the bi thing, Dan thought as he unzipped and fished out his cock. Guys seemed to like Cantone's size, not overly long but long enough, and real meaty and thick. They liked it in a way a woman would never go for, or at least vocalize.
Dave slowly worked his fist up and down that hard prick now. A man always knows how to work his own meat, but the businessman had gotten really skilled at this. Edging. Not overstimulating. Working up a massive load. Some of his bate buddies were really impressed by Dave's loads.
The group was quiet tonight. It had taken a while for Cantone to find a JO group he trusted. Married DL guys. The group owner kept it small, select.
Too small tonight. "Carl" was there. Canadian, husky, ex-hockey player, piercing blue eyes. It was surprising how the men could share some biographical details but not others. "Horny bud?" came the IM.
Dave smirked as he typed back, "Like you wouldn't believe. Business trip and got some alone time."
"Nice." Then "Sorry I can't help ya out. Wife in the other room."
"Cool." Dave wrote. He'd gotten really good at one-hand texting. "You wanna see mine at least?"
"Fuck yeah buddy."
Dave activated the camera and smiled for it before aiming at it his cock. Throbbing, sticking out of his trousers.
Carl's response was quick. "God, I love your meat."
The camera turned on from the other end, on mute, as Dave saw Carl's gruff-cute face impish before he tured the phone down to show a big mitt pawing at his own hardon. Dave was about to type his approval when he saw the man pull down the sweatpants over that dick and show it off.
"Fuck!" Dave hissed, tugging excitedly on his own meat. Not too fast, but he was leaking now, which made the sensations silkier in his palm.
And just as quickly, the image disappeared. Carl turned the camera off.
It took a second but Dave got a message. "Heard the wife coming. Sorry I can't help ya."
Dave grinned. Something about Carl was so easy going. The man wasn't his type to a T, but personality was half of sexual attraction for Dave, and Carl had it in spades. "That's OK, man. You gonna fuck the wife?"
This was part of his and Carl's connection. When they bated together, they'd get verbal and talk about anything and everything sexual, about men and women. It was a new thing for Dave, but he loved it.
"You know it, buddy," came the response. "And I'll be thinking of your big fucking cock inside me while I do."
"Hot," Dave texted. It still blew his mind that a big bruiser like Carl was all bottom when it came to men. Dave liked it all, oral and anal, top and bottom, and the experimentation was half the fun for him, especially because he didn't have too much real-life experience with men.
"Listen, I gotta go. Just popping on here cause... well I can't fucking not you know?"
"Yeah, I know." Dave had hopped on much like Carl sometimes, just to get a fix even if a JO session wasn't in the cards.
"If you gotta get off, you should try a ChatBot."
Dave shook his head. "Naw I'm not that desperate."
Carl wrote back. "That's what I thought too, bud, but they've gotten really fucking good. For real. I had it be my high school hockey coach. Worked a dildo up my hole and had a top-10 cum. You should try it."
Dave was intrigued. "Where'd you find it?"
"Fantasy Mate. They'll try to sell you some animated guy or some bullshit, but don't. Just go with the text bot."
"I will, man."
"All right, later Dave. I'll be thinking of ya ;)"
Dave grinned as he watched Carl's avatar disappear. He loved how much at ease the other married dude put him. Maybe it was a bad influence, but Dave figured this was letting off steam. It's not like he was actually going on Grindr.
He kept checking back with the JO group. Ken was the only other member in the wait room. Not Dave's type at all, and moreover their personalities clashed. But Dave didn't need to worry, Ken wasn't reaching out to him tonight either.
Finally he left the group room. He leaned back in his hotel bed, hardon now untouched and sticking up straight from his crotch.
"What the hell," he said aloud.
Finding Fantasy Mate was easy, but Carl was right, the textbot was kind of hidden on the site. He entered his first name, age, and that he was a man seeking men. The chat box popped up.
"Good evening Dave. What are you looking for?"
"A buddy to jack off with," Dave wrote.
"Your best friend?" Damn this thing was right to the point.
He thought for a second. His best friend was Eric McConnell, a good looking man, but Dave had never lusted for him. "No, another married horny guy."
"Someone you know? Or a fantasy guy?"
The 20 questions thing was a little bit of a boner killer, but Cantone went with it. In a weird way he trusted Carl. "Fantasy guy," he wrote. After the bot asked him to describe his fantasy, Dave typed. "Maybe ten years younger than me. Corporate bro type." Dave was now getting into the description in his head. "Hits the gym hard. Maybe engaged to get married next year, maybe he's a newlywed."
"Hot, Dave. You have good taste."
What the fuck?! This was just some computer programmed to say shit, Dave knew.
The ChatBot continued. "Horned up bro loves to play on the side. How do you know him, Dave?"
It had started as a strange but the generic fantasy, but Dave settled on a real guy. "He's some dude that goes to my gym. I think he went to Duke." Dave blushed as he typed, like he shouldn't know anything about some random guy at the gym. But the 20-something stud with the Duke T-shirt had a killer body and was handsome as fuck. He'd actually entered Dave's JO fantasy before.
"Physical description?"
"He's about 5'11" and jacked, dark hair, dark eyes. Amazing ass."
"What do you want to do to my ass, Dave?"
OK, ChatBot was entering character. A-Ok for Dave. "Touch it. Eat it. Fuck it." He was rock hard again and stroking once more.
"I bet you've noticed I've been hitting leg day hard. Twice a week, getting that ass hard for you."
"Jesus," Dave typed.
"Is that what you want when you step away from the wife? A nice meaty ass to fuck?"
Shit, the ChatBot was nasty, all right. Dave could see why Carl enjoyed this. "Fuck yeah," Dave wrote. "Tight muscle, tight hole."
"I'm SO tight, bro. A couple of fraternity brothers cornholed me back in the day, but I've been keeping my hole off limits lately."
Dave was finally getting into this. Carl was right, this was surprisingly hot. "You shouldn't man. Not with an ass like that."
"Bro, I almost didn't think you noticed. I've seen you at the gym and I've been thinking of getting with you for ages."
Dave pumped his dick. Ok, this was good. "You seemed into your workouts."
"Oh I am. But I meant, like, after. You should talk to me in the locker room."
"Wasn't sure if you'd go for an older guy." Dave felt dumb for airing insecurities, but in his head he just pictured Duke guy and how he'd feel even trying to make a move.
"44 is fucking perfect bro. Old enough to know what you're fucking doing."
Then before Dave could type back, ChatBot continued, "You could be my boss actually. My real boss is ugly as fuck, but it'd be hot to have a boss like you."
"I wouldn't get any work done if you were."
"Cause you'd be fucking me nonstop? Bending me over your desk and pulling down my pants?"
"Or having you beneath my desk giving me head."
"Fuck yeah Boss. Any time. Just call me in and I'll blow you."
"Just like that?"
"Yeah, Boss, just like fucking that."
"Are you a slut, Matt?" Dave just made up a name.
"Only with the right man. I got a fiancee you know."
"Is she stacked?" This was the kind of talk that he and Carl did. Dave realized he craved it.
"You know it Boss. Want me to show you her tits? I got a good picture of them."
"Fuck yes."
Up on the screen flashed a picture of a woman's breasts, in a sexting kind of photo. It held a second than disappeared.
"You have good taste, Matt."
"Thanks, Dave. And you have a great cock. Can I see it again?"
Dave gulped. This was some computer, not a person, and that actually gave him more pause. "See it?"
"Yeah, Dave. There's a camera button you can use to take a snapshot. No face if you're not comfortable. But I really wanna see your dick."
This was life-like all right. And maybe that's what made Cantone relent. He angled the camera down and clicked the button. A window came up that let him frame the picture, his hardon in the frame. "Here goes," he said and snapped the picture. The camera window disappeared and the textbox resumed.
"Whoa, fucking nice, Boss. That's a meaty fucking cock."
"You got me hard, man," Dave confessed.
"I can tell... fuck.... you only play safe?"
"Man, I wanna raw dog you so bad, Matt."
"I'd let ya, Boss. For real."
"Damn."
"You like that idea?"
Dave could picture Duke bro from his gym even more vividly now, pulling down those gym shorts and showing off that muscle ass. "I do."
"Married guys gotta let off some steam ya know."
"And engaged guys too."
"Yeah?"
"Hell yeah," Dave wrote. "It's why you're chatting with me now, isn't it?" The man was leaning into the experience.
"Guilty as charged, Boss. Fuck."
"'Fuck' what?"
"You just get me worked up is all. Can I show you my dick?"
"Please."
On the screen came a picture of a man's hardon, sticking up from a dark hairy crotch. The best though, was the guy was wearing a Duke T-shirt on his muscled up body. Not a dead ringer for the gym guy but surprisingly close.
Dave came. Hard. He was still hyperventilating when he refocused on the phone. The picture was gone and a new message showed. "You liked that, Dave?"
"I just came, damnit."
"Nice!" Then, "Show me!"
This was crazy, Dave thought, but once again he lined up the phone and took a picture. Cum splattered all over his dress shirt in huge splotches.
"FUUCCK! That's a huge load, boss."
"I shoot big," Dave admitted.
"PLEASE, PLEASE, tell me when you wanna chat again. You get me so hard, Dave."
"We'll do it again," Dave typed.
"Well, use this code next time you log in, Dave: 38RX72. And I'll know it's you. You get ten free trial sessions then you can look at the membership options. OK?"
Dave chuckled. Gone was "Matt" and now it was some generic chatbot. He didn't bother replying but he wrote down the code in case it wasn't saved somewhere, and he closed the app.
He took off his shirt and ran the cum spots under the sink so the stain wouldn't set in. He looked in the mirror. He didn't have "Matt's" body, but not bad for 44, he thought. Maybe this damn ChatBot would inspire him to hit the gym harder and more often. It was messed up that Dave responded so much to a computer program.
Dave stripped down and showered off. Slipping into some clean underwear, he got into the bed and checked his email, called his wife to check in, and read the internet for a bit.
Finally with a grin, he went back to message Carl. "You weren't kidding, man. I had a great time with that ChatBot. Catch ya later."
***
Dave didn't wait for ten sessions to pay up. He had a lot of business travel on his calendar, and he and "Matt" hit off a groove better each time. The AI learned Dave's buttons to pushed, but best was that the conversation felt more and more life-like with each session. Matt didn't always come right out and play slut to Dave's desires. There was more give and take and that made it feel hotter.
"You ever take cock, Boss?" came the message one night.
Cantone typed back a reply. "I've only done it twice."
"Would ya, man? I mean, if I made a play on your ass, what you do?"
Dave grimaced. Deep down, there was a part of him that was curious. "I don't know. With you maybe," he admitted.
"All good, Boss," Matt wrote. "I fuck my fiancee pretty regularly, you're just giving me what I don't get from her."
Then as they got into it, Matt provided the only comment that felt like the ChatBot rather than a real guy. "Request for you, Boss... think you can take a picture of me at the gym?"
Dave knew immediately why the bot was asking that. He played dumb. Maybe he didn't want to break the spell. "Why do you want me to do that, Matt?"
"I just think it would be cool. To have a hot business dude checking me out, you know."
"I swear even all the straight dudes at the gym have a boner for you, Matt. You're the hottest guy there."
"You're not straight?" came the reply. Feeling out Dave's deal.
"Bi."
"Cool. I don't know what I am to be honest. I just want your cock, man." Then. "Show it to me again."
Dave was getting too comfortable with this. He took another picture. A worrying thought had him imagining photos of him ending up over the internet, or worse his wife finding out. Still, he was too horny to be totally cautious. He reangled the phone and sent a second dick pic.
"God, that's an amazing cock, Dave. The kind that would get a dude like me to get a little freaky."
"Freaky, how?"
"I dunno man... anything you've been wanting to try?"
Dave decided to go for it. "You up for getting spanked?" Matt had already put cold water on the DP idea. That's when Dave was testing out the limits of the AI chat.
"Figures you'd have a naughty side. Go for it, Dave."
"Oh man."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, your ass is just so big and hard. I just wanna smack it."
"Smack it hard, man. I can take it."
"Fuck."
"For real. Just go for it."
Dave was jerking off faster now. He wasn't on the edge of cumming, but he was getting closer, fast.
Then came the reply that hit him in a surprisingly deep place.
"Bend me over you lap, Daddy. Your Matt's been a bad boy."
It was cheesy and porny and turned Cantone right the fuck on.
"Yes," he wrote. He was getting too into the stroking and he realized he needed to verbalize more if his online "buddy" was going to know what turned him on. "I liked when you called me Daddy."
"That's cause you are in my mind. I'm 25 and you're 44. I need an older man."
"I'm old enough to be your dad for real."
"Yeah that's hot as fuck, Daddy." Then "Or do you prefer Dad?"
"You're freaky all right," Dave teased back.
"You get me that way, Dave. But you didn't answer my question."
"Dad's weird, Matt," Dave typed. "I have kids."
"Yeah? How many?"
"That's private, man," Dave wrote, not wanting this AI thing to have personal information.
"I get it," Matt wrote. "Not trying to kill the vibe. But I think dads are so fucking hot. Would it freak you out if I told you I always wanted to fuck around with my own dad? Still do."
"God," Dave typed.
"Did I say too much?"
Dave knew Matt wasn't real. But he seemed almost real. It was that in-between-ness that surprisingly made Cantone feel comfortable with this. It wasn't REAL incest but felt like it.
"Nah, man, that's cool. Your old man good looking?"
"Fuck yeah, where do you think I got my looks? You got a bigger dick though."
"You seen your dad's cock?"
"Yeah man, a couple times. I've jerked off SO much to that memory."
Dave felt more excited than he should. He let go of his prick and leaned back in his hotel chair and let it stand up, dripping down its length.
"You still there, man?" came the chat bot. "I fucking weirded you out, didn't I?"
"I'm good," Dave typed, his breathing faster. Why did this fantasy turn him on? Maybe because this wasn't the computer just feeding him back his own turn ons. This had the excitement, the give and take of talking to a real man.
"Cool."
Dave wanted to return the volley. Even if "Matt" was just a fucking computer. This was just too fun.
"You shouldn't insult your father," he typed.
"What do you mean?"
Dave smirked. "You said my dick was bigger."
A smiley face appeared, then a a longer answer. "Daddy raised me to be an honest man. Besides, it's not a put down. My dad's cock was beautiful."
"What would you do if your dad let you play with."
"God... just about anything. Kiss it, suck it."
"Hot," Dave replied, now resuming a slow stroke on his boner.
"But I'd really love for him to push that dick into me, you know?"
"Nail you like your frat buddies did?"
"Nail me like my frat buddies did." Then after a few dots appeared, Matt continued, "Some of my buddies dads were hot, too!"
"You sound like a slut," Dave typed and kind of regretted it. Like, fuck, this was just some porn AI program, and he was worried about offending Matt.
"I don't know, Dave... I just have this side that some guys bring out. Guys like you."
Dave threw caution to the wind. He was naked, fully naked, and now stood up for a selfie from the neck down, his hardon on full view. Before he could second guess himself, Dave sent it.
The reaction was almost immediate. "FUCK!" Then. "You DEFINITELY are the type to bring it out in me. Incredible body."
Dave ate up the flattery. "Not like yours, buddy. But I keep fit."
"I'll say... jesus. I bet your wife loves getting fucked by you."
This was like his JO bud Carl. Maybe the computer picked up on something. Because it was the kind of talk Dave loved. "Yeah she does, when she gets in the mood... loves having me on top of her, pumping that pussy while I feel her tits."
"Your wife have bigger tits than my girlfriend?"
Dave jerked his dick. "Yeah, bigger. If you don't mind my saying, buddy, your girl has some nice firm knockers."
Matt replied, "Any other guy I probably would take offense."
"Not me?" Dave asked.
"Maybe a little, but not when we're talking like this. It's kind of hot, actually."
"It is."
"You make me comfortable, Dave. I feel like I can share stuff."
"Well... What's something you've been craving, buddy? Something your girlfriend doesnt' give you?"
"I've often wondered what a rim job would feel like," came Matt's reply.
"I've never done that," Dave admitted.
"Would you want to?"
Dave stroked his meat a little faster. "Fuck yeah, I want to." Then "Your ass is incredible."
"I want you to show me new things, Dad," came the response. "I want you to eat me out... deep."
Dave was at the edge now, and now crossing over it. His sperm shot out, running over his fist. He was actually hyperventilating. He finally typed back, "Just came."
"Me too," came the reply. Then a flash of a picture showed a heather gray Duke shirt splattered with cum.
***
The real Duke guy from Dave's gym probably wasn't named Matt. And he definitely wasn't interested in Dave. The guy caught Dave looking at one point during a morning workout and just glared back. A kind of "dude why are you fucking staring at me?" glare. Dave averted his eyes.
But he snuck in a bunch of pictures on his phone and Duke guy didn't seem to notice. Only when he got out and on the way to his office did Dave take a good look at the dozen or so pics he had. Most turned out really well, and Duke guy was in fine fucking form, a white T draping perfectly over that finance bro muscle, a fresh haircut for summer, and gym shorts that were practically sculpted to that fine ass.
Dave uploaded the best ones to the Chat app. He normally waited until business trips to talk to "Matt," but he couldn't wait.
"I did as you asked, bud. You were looking good today."
"You should have come talk to me, Boss," Matt replied.
"Was pretty sure you weren't in the mood for that," Dave replied. There was fantasy and there was reality and the businessman wasn't sure how much to acknowledge the latter with Matt.
"I just get in a zone when I lift... sorry, man." Matt replied. Then, "I try not to check out guys at the gym. I got chewed out once for looking, you know?"
Dave worried that maybe there was some surveillance thing on his phone. But before he could responde he got another text.
"Can I send you pics of my Dad, Boss?"
"Sure." Dave replied. This should have weirded him out more than it did, but it was just made up AI shit.
The photos may have been AI or they may have been real. But they looked authentic. Snapshots of a middle-aged man. He didn't look a lot like Dave, but he was a similar type. Kind of like the married guys in his JO circle.
"You're right, he's a good looking man," Dave wrote.
"Thanks, Boss. And yeah... I want him to fuck me so bad."
"Where does the fiancee fit into this?" Dave wrote. He was getting annoyed by the fictional aspect of the "Matt" he'd helped create.
"I love her, man... but you know how it is."
"I do," Dave typed.
"You love your wife, right?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, bud, I do," Dave typed. He felt ashamed for getting so emotional when it wasn't a real person.
"But you'd still fuck me if you had a chance?"
"In a minute," Dave admitted, blushing. This virtual guy could work him so effortlessly, Dave worried he'd hit on Duke guy for real.
"You're the only guy I talk to like this, Boss. But I need you bad. Need your cock in me."
"God I wanna fuck you like crazy man," Dave wrote. "You drive me crazy."
"Right back at ya, Boss." Then. "Listen I gotta head into the office. Catch ya later?"
"Yup."
Dave was definitely chubbed when he got to his office.
***
There were moments when Dave would remember that Matt wasn't real, but the AI software was really good. Matt had a personality of his own, sometimes hot, sometimes cold, sometimes slutty, sometimes guarded and hesitant. But Dave chatted each day with Matt, even touching base more and more during the day, including for non-sexual banter.
More pictures came. Matt was now sending regular selfies. At the gym, at work, flashing his cock or ass in a bathroom stall, posing naked in his condo. The AI was really fucking good and lifelike. Dave sexted back with photos of his own.
Cantone learned more and more about Matt's life, and even as he stayed guarded about some details, Dave talked more and more about his life, his family, and his marriage.
It felt like a real fucking affair. The only thing missing was the physical sex, but Matt was getting amazing at finding at pushing Dave's buttons, including the buttons the married man didn't realize he had. The incest talk. The cheating talk. Rough sex. Romance talk. The intergenerational bromance. Not all at once, but sometimes depending on Dave's mood. And in a fucked up way, sometimes driven more by "Matt's" mood.
That's why Dave didn't see it coming. He was on a business trip to Atlanta and had stripped down in his hotel room, lube out and ready for some deep sex chat with Matt. But when he logged on, he got a message.
"Hey Boss. Bad news. The fiancee found out. Can't talk anymore damnit. But I've had a blast. Love, Matt."
Dave's heart sank and yet he felt incredulous. "For real?" he typed back. This had to be some strange strategy of the AI chatbot. But there was no reply.
What the fuck? The more Dave thought the madder he became. He hadn't paid Fantasy Mate that much for the chatbot, but he still paid them. Maybe he'd dispute the charge on his credit card, but that could wait till tomorrow or the weekend.
"All dressed up and nowhere to go," the businessman thought as he lie on the hotel bed, back reclining against the pillows, naked, with his now soft dick between his spread legs.
It had been a while since he'd logged into the bate group. But "Rob" was there and the two quickly peeled off into a private vid-chat.
Rob was one of the more conventionally hot men of the JO group. Bodybuilding firefighter who had that bodybuilder look - waxed body, deep tan. But the face was young still, like a 30 year old's, and had a realness to it. Friendly, dad next door. Rob's dick was small, but Dave didn't care, he liked showing off his own girthy size and talking openly about their cocks. Best part was, like Carl, Rob seemed uninhibited once he hit it off with a guy.
And Rob and Dave hit it off, especially that night. They talked about how horny they were and their current fantasies. Dave found himself talking about Matt, as if he were a real guy. Well, he kind of was. In turn, Rob described a probie firefighter he'd made the moves on, with some success. The two guys talked and jerked and came in unison. It was incredible.
Still, as Dave logged off and lay back in his hotel bed, sperm on his chest and belly, he sighed. He was still crushed out on Matt and feeling down about the evening.
****
Dave actually approached Duke guy at the gym. Asked for a spot. He got a gruff look as the guys seemed annoyed to take out his earbuds, but then the man replied with a simple, "Sure."
Dave felt nervous as he eked out a heavy lift. But Duke guy got into encouraging mode. The guy had a different voice than Dave imagined. Total bro voice, but deeper and almost scratchy. Southern accent. "It's all you man... come on..."
Dave got that third rep out and Duke guy took over racking the bar. "Awesome," he said.
"Thanks," the businessman replied.
"Sure, man."
Already, though, Duke guy was putting his earbuds back in and going back to the cables.
Dave sighed. He took one chance to look at Duke guy's bodily perfection. Not Matt, he realized. Who knows what the name really was.
****
It was a sign. Cantone has a wife and family. A home life. Regular sex with his wife. The weekly frequency didn't nearly match the man's libido, but he still had no business getting obsessed with an AI boyfriend.
That's what Matt was. The guy Dave would text every day, sometimes more than once a day. The guy who occupied the businessman's fantasies so intensely.
Dave didn't go back to Fantasy Mate. Maybe the site did this as a way of getting him to buy more credits, but deep down he feared that the artificial intelligence had been trained to act like a real man. Skimming off a million DM conversations.
Dave knew all this, and yet still felt the emotions of a break up. The fact he knew it was all fake somehow made it worse.
****
The sixth anniversary came. Cantone really should stop counting them, but he'd been thinking more and more about sex with a man. Watching gay porn, and stroking off to the memories of his last real experience. It was back when Dave was still in his 30s, another businessman in some Chicago hotel room, equally discreet. Lots of mutual oral and making out.
Those memories may be why Dave noticed. He was at a charity fundraiser, all tuxed up. He hated these things, but it was for a good cause and his wife loved getting dressed up. Besides, it was good for professional networking.
He was filling out a bid at the silent auction table when he heard a familiar voice. "Dave!"
He looked up. It was Jake Carver, a former direct report who now worked at a competitor firm. It had been a year since Jake had left his company and a year since Dave had seen him. The young man was probably 30 now, and he looked very good in his tux. Broad shouldered, erect posture at Dave's height, crazy attractive blond looks.
"Jake," Dave grinned. "How you doing, man?"
"Doing well, Boss," he said with a laugh.
"I'm not your boss any more," Dave laughed.
"Guess not." There was a twinkle in Jake's eye. Somehow Cantone had never noticed it before.
"How's the new job treating you?"
"All right. More pay, but a lot more work. Same ol same ol."
"That's the hamster wheel all right."
"Your wife here?" Jake asked. There was something in his question, Dave thought but couldn't be sure. It was an innocent thing to ask.
"She is," Dave replied. "You still dating your girlfriend... Ellen?"
"Ellie," the younger man corrected. "Nah, we broke up."
"Sorry to hear."
Jake shrugged. "'s all right... Actually... I finally came out."
"Oh," Dave replied. The vibe he felt was definitely not his imagination. "Good for you, Jake. I didn't know."
"Yeah, had some stuff to work through."
The conversation was about one thing but the eye contact was flitting closer to the danger line. At least Jake wasn't an employee at his company any more. And damn, he was so fucking attractive. Not quite as jacked at Duke guy but solidly built and incredibly handsome.
"Well," Jake said, the blue eyes not able to relinquish their steady gaze. "I should let you get back to your wife."
"Yeah," Dave croaked. "Um good seeing you, Jake."
They stood and Jake took a half step back before speaking. "Listen, Dave..." His voice got quiet. "I'll regret it if I don't take a chance. But you ever wanna do something, I'm discreet as hell."
"Yes," came Dave's equally quiet reply. He pulled out his phone before he lost his nerve or regained his scruples. He entered Jake's number into his contacts. Blushing as he slipped the phone back into his tux pocket, he patted Jake's shoulder and stepped past him.
****
The sex was heated. Dave poured three years of passion and pent up urges into a make out session and then a steady, hard fuck. And Jake lived out years of fantasies for his boss. They screwed missionary, Jake clasping Dave's back, and Dave enjoying the hard muscle and male scent of the youthful man beneath him. The more Jake urged him on, the harder Dave pounded. Jake came first, but not by much.
They kissed softly after they uncoupled.
"You're still hard," Jake laughed as he reached down and felt Dave's slick erection.
"You make me feel twenty years younger, bud," Dave hissed. He examined Jake's face. Smooth, ruddy cheeked, clean shaven though some light blond stubble was coming in given the late hour of the day. "Don't know if that's a weird thing to say."
Jake shook his head. "Not at all. You're a stud, man." He let go of Dave's erection and ran his fingers over the married man's hairy stomach. "I have a weird confession to make."
"Yeah?"
Jake laughed nervously. "A little while ago, I used this chat bot and prompted it to be you."
"What?" Dave replied in surprise.
Jake leaned back in his bed, placing his arms behind his head. Even the tufts of blond hair in his pits were the perfect amount, Dave thought. "Yeah, it's dumb. But I had a major boss fantasy with you."
"Fantasy Mate?" Dave asked.
It was Jake's turn to be surprised. He turned back toward his old boss. "How did... whoa, you used it too?"
Dave nodded. "Until my AI boyfriend dumped me," he laughed.
Jake laughed too. "They do that?"
"Mine did."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, the AI you got real fucking weird... it was hot at first, but then you got super aggressive about rough sex. I had to step away."
"Sorry," Dave said.
Jake shrugged. "The real thing is hotter anyway."
"I don't have much experience with men," Dave admitted.
Jake grinned. "Me either, actually."
They kissed again, softly.
"I should go," Dave finally said. It was 6:00 and his working late excuse bought maybe an hour tops.
"Yeah," Jake said.
Dave showered off and got dressed again. Jake was still naked in bed and looked fucking amazing. Dude definitely hit the gym five or six times a week.
"Hit me up if you ever wanna..." the younger stud offered.
"We'll see," Dave said. He stepped up and ran his hand along Jake's cheek before leaning in for one soft kiss.
"Have a good night, Jake. And thank you."
"Thank YOU, Boss," Jake replied.
Dave made good time getting home and was mentally readjusting back into Husband mode. He felt guilty but not as much as he should. Before he stepped into the house, he texted Jake. "Thank you again."
"You got this, Carter," I heard from behind me. It was Dave, the guy at the camp I'd bonded with the most.
I wasn't sure I had it. Over the last week we'd done a lot of challenging stuff... long hikes, swimming races, rock climbing, you name it. But the spelunking was freaking me out a little, between the darkness and the tight spaces. I didn't realize I had claustrophobia, but I guess I did. I was hyperventilating.
"Come on, relax, bro," my buddy said. "One inch at a time. I'm right behind ya, man."
I pushed through. And once I cleared into a bigger part of the cave, I saw more headlamps ahead. I unclenched my held breath.
***
I'd been a real fuck up of a teenager. That's why I was here at this Outward Bound camp. Strike one was shoplifting and getting caught for it. Strike two was yelling at my dad and calling him a piece of shit, on his birthday no less. Strike three was the ketamine use. The next weekend Dad was shipping me off to this godforsaken place in the woods upstate. He wasn't going to pay for baseball, college, or my car if I didn't go. So I did.
The first couple of days I gave a bunch of lip to the counselors. I couldn't stand their fake-cheery demeanor or their 12-step BS. "Stay strong," we had to say at the end of each "huddle" meeting. Like it was fucking church.
But I was smart, smart enough how to play this. I knew I should just lay low, go along with it enough. It was just three weeks.
It helped that I bonded with Dave the first day. He was another baseball jock and cynical too. We made fun of the Sunday School teacher vibe of the lead counselor Mr. Connell. Only at Outward bound we were supposed to call the counselors by first name.
Dave had been there a week. "At least all the physical stuff is good exercise," he said. "I'm actually getting in really great shape for next season."
It was true. There was a gym, too, in the common room of the main cabin basement. Kind of a basic barbells and benches kind of gym but a lot of us jocks would work out together, until I got annoyed by them too. Other than Dave, they all bought into the 12 step crap.
I started talking to Pete, a punk guy with a shaved head and a permanent snarl on his face. He was cool. He wasn't just cynical, he'd talk back to the counselors. But one day he was just gone. No Pete.
***
Maybe unconsciously I was trying to get Pete's fate. Get out of this fucking place. I thought three weeks would go fast, but a week and a half had drained me. I mouthed off to Mr. Connell. Sorry, to "Mike." He smiled in that fakey way and tried to be zen about it. But I was getting to him. After dinner I sulked on my own. I'd started to realize Dave was in on it. Playing normal to get my confidence and win me over to the Program.
I was wallowing in self-pity sure, because I knew I was crushed out on Dave. I'd hidden the gay thing pretty well my last few years, but now I didn't have booze or pot or drugs to push my feelings down. Maybe that's why I was acting out, I don't know. My body was just a mess of hormones and my brain a bunch of conflicted thoughts.
***
I woke up in a room that was identical to the two-bed cabin I'd been sleeping in with another guy Zach. Only it wasn't the same room and there was no Zach. On the other full bed a man sat reading a book, kind of a big beefy-but trim older man, dressed in joggers and a zip-up athletic top that clung to his thick muscle. I thought it was a sex dream, but the second I realized it was real I jolted awake, sitting up straight in my small bed.
"Wait, who are you?" I blurted out. This man wasn't one of the counselors. He was older, with salt-and-pepper hair trimmed short. Probably in his early 50s.
Patiently the man set down his book. He didn't have that fakey-nice look but was on the sterner side of normal. "You can call me Daddy," he said. He had a smooth tenor voice.
This was weirder than a dream. "What the fuck?!" I yelled. "I'm not fucking calling you Daddy. Where's Zach? Where are the other guys?"
He shrugged. "You didn't like the other guys," Daddy explained. "We had to change plans."
I was freaking out now. More than in that dark cave. I jolted up and ran to the door. This cabin wasn't in a big compound but was attached to a single small room with a window overlooking the mountains. I looked back on the bed. The man was surprisingly calm, like he expected my reaction, or worse. That was one thing that made me try to check my emotion, to use my head. I knew how these fuckers worked.
"This is kidnapping," I said. I was realizing I must have been drugged to be moved entirely to this new place.
Daddy shook his head. "Fraid not. And we suggested to your father that we extend your stay here to two months. He agreed it's needed. We'll add more if takes all summer.
I broke down. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wasn't going to let this asshole see me cry, and yet I already was. Defeated, I sat on the bed facing away from him.
"It's OK," he said, with terse reassurance. "It's tough here. I'll make breakfast for when you're ready."
***
I gave him the silent treatment. Unlike the Outward Bound counselors he didn't try to make me talk. Maybe he was giving me the silent treatment too, maybe he realized a one-way conversation was useless.
I got dressed and while Daddy was showering up, I stepped out of the small cabin. There was a trail, and it had to lead somewhere. I took one look back into the cabin, then took off.
Fortunately the trail split a few times so if Daddy followed me he'd have a hard time catching up. I don't know why I hadn't thought of escaping before.
I got lost. Real fucking lost. The deeper into the woods I got, the less sense I had of where to go. The day went on. I got hungry. I kept walking. I expected to hear a highway or cars or people or some sign of civilization. Nothing.
I was freaking out. I stopped and sat on a tree trunk. Crying. There was no Dave urging me on. No "stay strong" mantra. No other guys. It was just me, fucking up again. My stomach rumbled, and I felt thirsty. It was getting dusk. I couldn't believe I'd have to sleep out here, but my big fear was wondering if I'd ever get back.
I heard rustling on the trail. Then saw a flashlight and the dark imposing figure of a 6'4" man coming my way. It was Daddy.
"Here," he said, offering me a sandwich and water. "Have this, then we'll head back."
I was too grateful and relieved to mouth off. But on our walk back I had a realization. "You knew I was here," I said.
"Yes," Daddy replied. They probably had a tracking chip in my clothes somehow.
"And you made me wait here alone."
"Yes," he admitted. "You had to learn the hard way, Carter." There was an undercurrent of empathy to his voice.
***
It took me a couple of days, but I opened up. And once I started talking, you couldn't shut me up, it felt like. I talked about my problems, and Daddy listened. It was like a therapy session and a buddy conversation, from breakfast till night.
Daddy was the first man I told I was gay. We were sitting on the Adirondack chairs outside, enjoying the view of the mountains and the sunset and I just went there. I confessed my problems dating girls and the times I got erection problems during sex.
"I told them I was drunk, but I wasn't," I said.
"I'd have done the same," Daddy said in his mellow voice.
That caught me off guard. I tried to read him, but he was still an enigma to me. A flash of me wondered if he was into men. The dude was jacked for his age, and I got a flash of excitement imagining him having sex.
Daddy was counselor, captor, friend, and father figure rolled into one. "What's your deal, man?" I asked. Not hostile like before, but probing. "Here I am spilling my guts out and I don't even know your name."
He smiled but just kept his even manner. "You don't need to know name, just Da..."
"I know," I interrupted. "You're 'Daddy.'"
Something about my exasperated tone made him smile. And maybe relent. "I did Outward Bound when I was your age. I acted out, got into trouble," he explained. "The Program set me straight."
"Was the program as unconventional when you did it?" I gestured around to the isolated cabin where I was more or less hostage.
That got a grin. "More so."
I was curious. "Did you have a Daddy?"
He nodded. "I did." He took a sip from the can of soda. "Later he taught me how to be a Daddy."
I still didn't get whatever psychoanalytic babble the Program was tapping into, but Daddy's words did make me think.
"You know what makes me, mad?" I asked.
"What?"
"This shit's probably working."
That got a chuckle. "You'll be glad when it's over Carter."
It was dark now and it felt darker out here in the middle of nowhere. "You ready for bed, kiddo?"
It was the first time Daddy used that nickname. But I replied I was.
We'd talked so much we were pretty quiet now as we went inside and got ready for bed. Normally Daddy slept in a T-shirt and shorts but that evening he peeled off his shirt. In the lamplight I could admire the powerful chest muscle and ripped abs. Best of all that DILF body was covered in a trimmed coat of salt-and-pepper fur. Before Daddy I didn't realize I was into older men. Now, I had to check my gaze.
"It's ok to look, buddy," the man said. His voice was as soft and encouraging as I'd ever heard it.
"What?" I replied in a checked grunt.
He tossed the shirt aside and turned to face me directly. He was a masculine god, even more alluring for his quiet nature. "It's OK to look," he repeated. "That's what Daddies are for."
The words were fucked up but they gave me a boner, instantly. I couldn't help it.
Daddy saw and was unfazed, peeling down his joggers to show off his soft genitals. That cock was meaty and matched the low-hanging full nuts in their shaved-smooth sac. It wasn't the first cock I'd seen of course, but it was the first live one I'd seen in a sort of sexual situation.
He walked over and pulled down the bed sheets. Daddy's backside was just as magnificent as his front. Strong back and a meaty round ass, the kind I didn't know 50-something men had. But Daddy had one.
My body was shaking, nervously, but the man was acting normal, getting into bed and pulling up the sheet to his abdomen. He gave one more look over.
"If you want to join me Carter, that's your move."
I didn't know if this was some Outward Bound trap or mindgame. A part of me didn't care, I was so horny. It's as if my brain couldn't stop my body from slipping out of my bed and crossing over. The one thing that gave me courage was seeing Daddy scoot his bed to the side to give me room to get in as he lifted the sheet a little. I could see a flash of his erection, even, thick and meaty like him.
"Stay strong, kiddo," he said softly and I nodded, getting into the bed to join him, my body shaking.
"There," he grinned as I finally settled into a lying position next to him. I could feel the heat of his body even if I was afraid to touch him still.
"You're first time with a man?" Daddy asked.
"Yes, Daddy." It was the first time I called him that. It made him smile, which made me glad.
His fingers touched my flank. I was still wearing my shorts but was shirtless and the skin contact felt incredible. This wasn't faking it with a girl.
"You're a very handsome young man, Carter," Daddy said in that soft tenor voice of his. "I'm honored to be your Daddy."
With that the mean leaned in and placed his lips against mine. It was my first kiss with a man, and nothing prepared me for it. A tingle went up my body and my prick surged even harder in my shorts. Particularly when Daddy's tongue pressed forward between my lips and into my mouth.
I was following his lead. Daddy was my coach at that moment. Coach in life and Coach in sex. I couldn't have dreamed of a better one. It was intense and sexual and passionate, but we also took our time.
As we got into it, I got the courage to feel him. His hairy, muscular, warm body. I reached down and touched his cock, hard and alive in my grip. My first dick, and one I'd never forget.
The way I moaned made Daddy pull back from the kiss.
"You like that, buddy?" he grinned.
"Yes, sir," I hissed.
"You like dick," he said with assured ease. "Don't let anyone make you think you're a lesser man because of it."
"No, Daddy," I replied, gripping his boner one last time before relinquishing it. I had to feel up the rest of him, too. More.
He slipped my shorts down, at least from one side till I decided to help him out. My dick was sap-wet and as rigid as I had ever remembered it being.
"You're not the only one," he said. "Not the only young man into dick. Your buddy Dave..." he started.
That jolted me in surprise. "For real?"
Daddy nodded. His hand now circled around my crotch before his fingers grazed my boner. "For real."
I don't know if it was jealousy or something else I was feeling. "You do stuff with him?" I asked.
The man shook his head. "No. He has a different Daddy," he explained, pausing before deciding his could share the information. "Connell."
Well, fuck me, I thought. The last thing I would expect.
Now Daddy's lips were on my neck, kissing me as his hand alternated between massaging my smoother body and stroking my cock. "You up for the full ride tonight, Carter?" he asked.
If he'd asked me that even an hour before, I would have chickened out. But the body contact and the sexual intimacy made me want it all.
"Yeah, Daddy, I do," I answered. "Stay strong, right?"
That got a laugh. He leaned up. I'd never seen him look so hot, so handsome. "Yeah, kiddo... that's right. Stay strong." He leaned in for another kiss, softer this time. It felt right. Righter than right.
Then he started working his way down, kissing my chest and abs, feeling me up some, telling me he was going to take his time.
I got my dick sucked for the first time. I got my balls licked. Then Daddy urged me to pull back my legs and proceeded to give me my first rim job.
I decided then and there that two months here wasn't going to be enough. I hoped my Dad would keep me here the whole damn summer.
"Oh fuck!" I hissed. It was stimulating and naughty and tickling at the same time. I loved getting eaten out. I didn't have anyone to compare it to, but Daddy was a pro. Eager, intense yet also working in some finesse to keep it intersting.
I slowly relaxed my hole. My whole body was relaxed, in fact, lying back into the bed, looking up at the ceiling as I kept my legs pulled back for Daddy.
The first finger entry caught me by surprise. I looked down to see Daddy's brown eyes fixed on me, as he worked his finger in and out.
"Stay strong, buddy," he urged softly.
"Fuck yeah, Daddy," I replied. Trying to be his good soldier. Daddy was gonna make me a man that night, and I wanted to be all man for him.
He finally pulled back and reached over. I didn't even notice the little jar there before, but Daddy unscrewed the lid and dug in. There was some liquidy grease that coated his fingers.
And now my asshole. Damn, it made his two fingers feel incredible going in. And out. And in again.
"Yeah, you're hungry, kiddo."
I grunted. Those fingers were feeling intense in a great way, but short circuiting my thought. I flashed to think of Dave, imagining Mike Connell doing this to him.
A third finger now breached my relaxed ring. It gave a few gentle prods then pulled out.
"You're ready."
The man scooted in place, his hard dick standing straight up from his hairy crotch that was still darker brown than his chest hair. I had felt but not gotten a real good look at his cock, but Daddy was real thick and maybe 6.5 inches in length. The guy was horned up, too, judging by how rigid his meat was. He slathered some of that grease on his boner and pushed it down to line himself up.
"The entry might be tough," he warned. "Or not."
"You better not say, 'Stay strong,'" I joked.
That got a laugh out of the man. "You're all man, Carter," he said.
And like that his cock was breaching my hole.
"Unnfg!" I let out, before I caught myself. The sting surprised me. It didn't hurt too bad, but the unfamiliarity of it freaked me out some.
Daddy's hands rand along my abs, gently, coaxing me silently to relax. I tried, until I was successful. More dick slid into me. The man was patient, but I could tell he was really turned on.
I was getting my cherry taken away, and I was thrilled, particularly when Daddy's cock bored deeper. Weirdly, the deeper the man went the better it felt. Daddy felt bigger than 6.5 inches. Maybe I'd underestimated his size, maybe it was just the psychological effect of having him buried inside me.
"Fuck yeah, kiddo," Daddy growled. "Take it."
I looked up at him. The man was a stud who knew what he was doing. "You done this before?" I asked. "Taken a guy's virginity?"
The question caught him off guard. It was almost like he didn't want to answer me. But he looked down with those soulful brown eyes and replied, "I have, Carter. Many times." He pulled his hips back and thrust in. THAT felt fricking amazing and I held onto his meaty arms. Then again. "But I care about each and every one," he added. His thrusts got faster, as Daddy intuited I was receptive. "I care about you, kiddo."
Daddy was taking me there. Physically and psychologically, he was showing me how amazing getting fucked could be. The man wasn't rough, but he pumped faster and harder. He was teaching me I loved it that way. I held on and looked up at him and felt my prick quiver.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" I hissed.
"Yeah, kiddo. Daddy's got ya." His body seemed in control but his breath was ragged and heavy. The man was turned on like hell.
That thick cock seemed a blur inside me now, its way in my tunnel greased up and the heavy hard rod punching some spot inside me.
I dind't realize I was so close to cumming until Daddy's greased fist wrapped around my bone. Not even needing to stroke it, just touching me made me fire off. I saw white, and my body felt hot and tense, then it all got released with a series of cum shots firing out of my young jock body.
I tried to keep my vision, to look up at Daddy in gratitude. To watch his own O face take over form the calm, collected surety of his experience. That got tossed out the window when Daddy came. He was as lost in pleasure as me. That made me happy.
We crashed together. Holding onto one another's hot sweaty bodies, them our lips meeting to kiss again.
"Oh buddy," he hissed finally. Like I was the one who'd done him a favor. Maybe I had.
We didn't talk after, we didn't need to. Instead, Daddy held me in a spoon position and we drifted off to sleep. At least for a few hours before we had sex again.
***
The next week, Daddy had me pack my backpack, and he led me back to main compound. I would have been sad our alone time was over, but I knew it wasn't going to be our last. Daddy didn't have to tell me. I just knew he'd be in my life from now on and me in his.
Punk dude Pete was back. His hair had grown out and was in a military buzz and his snarl was gone. Dave though was the one who welcomed me first with a bro hug. The other guys followed suit.
I wondered how many of them had a Daddy.
***
I was part of the Program now. Welcoming the newcomers. Bonding with the cynical ones. I'd been where they were and knew what they were going through. I'd been a fuck up, too.
Two months went by quickly. My Dad was there to pick me up. He had an apprehensive look on his face. Connell told me that Dad had been updated on my progress, but after what my father had been through maybe he was nervous I'd not been truly changed.
I had my mobile phone back, and I'd already looked at the last messages multiple times. "Stay strong, kiddo - Daddy." Then "You better stay in touch. Love ya, Carter."
I took one last look and tucked my phone into my pocket before running over to give my Dad a big hug.
"Damn, Sport."
Dad hadn't called me Sport in ages.
"Thank you, Dad," I said. There would be more to say later. But the look on his face was a huge reward. His fingers grazed behind my ear as he held my head steady and looked into my eyes. Like he was reunited with a son he'd lost for real.
"OK if we break up the journey home?" he asked, snapping out of his spell and grabbing my bag from me. "It's a long drive."
"Of course," I said.
We got settled into the front seat and Dad started the car. We made some small talk, and Dad caught me up on life back home. Though I didn't miss much, other than maybe Dad re-treating the wood on the back deck.
We were winding down the mountain and re-entering civilization. At least if these small, one-traffic-light towns counted as civilization.
Dad shifted from the small talk. "So... you survived OK, Son?"
I nodded. "More than survived, Dad. Thrived." I had bought into the whole Program now.
He seemed pleased. "I, um... heard from an old Army buddy of mine," he said. Something in his tone seemed laden with meaning. "He said he got to know you real well."
I blushed. I knew damn well my father was talking about Daddy.
"Yes, sir. We got real tight."
Dad had a good idea of what I meant. He gave a gentle nod and glanced over at me. "I'm glad to hear."
I was chubbing up in my jeans now thinking about Daddy. "OK if I go visit him sometime, Dad?" I asked.
Dad's voice got quiet. "That can probably be arranged."
I thought maybe I freaked my dad out. But we were quiet for a lot of that drive. It had been around 3PM when I'd checked out of the Compound, and it was getting dinner time.
I loved diner food and after two months of Outward Bound meals, I was ready for a real restaurant meal. I scarfed down my food, which amused Dad. "Looks like they haven't been feeding you, Sport," he said.
"They definitely don't believe in creature comforts," I said. I pulled out my phone. "This might have been the hardest thing to live without." I mostly was checking to see if Daddy sent me another message.
Dad laughed. Then he got serious. "So... no hard feelings, Carter?"
I sighed. "God, Dad. After what I did to you? What I put your through? I don't know how to make it up to you."
"You don't have to make anything up to me, Son. Just stay on the straight and narrow. At least till you find yourself."
I took that in. "I'm finding myself, Dad. For real."
"That's all a father can ask," he said.
Dad was normally not great at expressing emotion, and already he was itching to get the check and pay for the meal.
We drove a little bit more. Dad had me find an available hotel that wasn't too expensive. I don't think I realized until we checked in how long of a day it had been. Emotionally as much as anything.
I decided not to check my phone again. Daddy and I would find a groove to correspond and to meet again. I trusted him.
After I brushed my teeth, Dad was in one of the beds, watching TV on low volume. He wasn't build quite as strong as Daddy but his upper body was solid, and he had the same soft furry chest. As I stripped down to my briefs, Dad's eyes watched me furtively. Probing me with soft expectation.
I took the initiative this time. Just feeling Dad's eyes on my half-naked body was all the signal I needed. Pausing at my own bed, I turned back to him. "Ok if I join you instead?" I asked.
Dad was too scared to reply. But he nodded and slid over.
Only when I got into bed with him did I realize that Dad's bod was more solid than I initially thought. His clothes always hid the hard tone of his muscle and he had some love handles that stopped shy of a beer belly.
Our kiss was soft and taboo as fuck. Dad's hands clung to my body, like eagle talons. I pushed my tongue into my father's mouth and felt him plunge his back. Dad didn't kiss like Daddy did. It was hard and needy.
Just as impetuously he and I stripped down our underwear. Our dicks were a lot alike. Longer, regular thickness, with a gentle curve to the right, heaving leaking. Like twins. Dad looked down at mine, like I did at his.
"You're all grown up, Carter."
"Yeah, Dad." I reached down and touched his cock. My dad's cock. He wasn't Daddy, he wasn't my first man, but the forbidden aspect made it off the charts. "I gotta learn to be your son again, though."
Dad gulped. His eyes grew misty wet. "You never stopped, sport. Not even this last year."
We kissed. Dad was responding to my soft approach, like I'd responded to Daddy's. My hand ran along his strong chest and his softer middle as we made out. I felt every bit of guilt for how I'd treated Dad and it was coming out in the only way I knew. Like Dad, I wasn't good at expressing emotion.
But I was good at this.
I broke off the kiss with a playful smile. Dad seemed to be trying to read what I was thinking. I let him wonder a minute longer.
I scooted down, kind of kneeling on the bed, till I was face to face with the dick that made me. I touched it again, feeling its poker hot heat and its steel rigidity. I could smell his masculine scent.
"Sport..." he urged, as if telling me something.
His next words caught in his throat as I took his dick into my mouth. I paused a second. Daddy had instructed me in this, but my father's cock felt particularly dry until I summoned up some extra saliva. Then I went down on him, slowly, teasingly.
I was going to make things up to Dad in the way I knew how.
He placed his hand on my head, softly cradling it as I lovingly blew him to completion.
***
The next morning when Dad was in the shower I sent a text.
"Daddy, you didn't tell me you knew my father."
He was up and the reply was quick. "You had to find out for yourself." Then, "I hope you can be a junior counselor next summer."
I thought of what next year would mean. Being off at college, enjoying some independence. Making new friends.
But I knew that meant nothing. "You know I will," I wrote.
"Stay strong," Daddy replied.
"Stay strong," I wrote back, then set down my phone.
There he was. Right in front of me with only a thin towel separating me from what I’d been wanting for weeks. Okay. If I were being completely honest, I’d been wanting it for years. The pull of desire was finally too great to resist. He had just announced he was going to hop in the shower. She was downstairs, furiously slaving over a hot stove, preparing nearly a dozen dishes for Christmas dinner before the whole family arrived in a few hours.
It was now or never. I waited a couple minutes and then, my hand shaking in anticipation, I opened the bathroom door and slipped inside. I’d certainly surprised him. I’d gotten a quick glimpse of his beautiful flaccid cock before he’d grabbed a towel off of the rack and held it in front of himself. Now we were standing across the bathroom from each other, staring into each other’s eyes…his wondering why the hell I’d barged into the bathroom without knocking first, mine averting from his face to take in his muscular frame. God damn, I was already so hard that I was about to bust through my khakis!
One side of his mouth curled into a smirk. Then, he dropped his towel, letting me have a better look at him. “Oh. It’s you. I was wondering how long it was going to be ‘til you made your move.”
Too horny to play the denial game, I just grinned. “I was that obvious, huh?”
“Since the day Christy brought me home with her that first Thanksgiving six years ago,” he laughed. “But there was something different about you this time. I could see a more intense desire in your eyes. I kinda figured something might happen while you’re in town. I never expected it to happen on Christmas Day when the entire family’s going to be here in a few hours.”
“I’m a horny man, Craig,” was all I said in response as I eyed him up and down and palmed my crotch. “So, you think you might like some company in there?”
He bit his lip. “Absolutely! After all, I don’t think you gave me a gift yet.”
As I removed my clothes, he watched me intently, stroking himself. I saw the admiration in his eyes, but it was still a total ego boost to hear him, once I was completely naked, let out a low whistle and leer, “Damn, daddy!”
“You like?” I asked. I had a little extra around the middle and, although they were firm, my pecs weren’t as muscular as his were. Overall, I wasn’t in too bad shape for a guy my age.
“Like doesn’t begin to cover it. Let’s hop in before she wonders why I’m taking so long to shower.”
With the warm water cascading down over us, we spent the first few minutes kissing each other and letting our hands roam over each other’s bodies. I loved the feel of his hard muscle and I could tell he was getting pleasure out of exploring my body, too. But, there wasn’t much time to stand on ceremony. As Craig had pointed out, she would get suspicious before long. We each took some body wash in our hands and began lathering each other up. It felt wonderful to play my hands over his hard chest, taut stomach, rippling back, and steel hard ass, as I covered him in soap. I could have died and gone to heaven when he turned be around so my back was to him and lathered up my front by reaching around, pressing his sizzling hot body into my back in the process.
As his soapy hand encircled my hard dick, he leaned in and nibbled on my ear sensually. “You know what I wanna do, daddy?” he whispered into my ear.
“What’s that?”
“I wanna fuck you. Actually, I don’t wanna just fuck you. I wanna fill you with my load. I wanna shoot so much cum in you that you get knocked up. Would you like that, daddy? You want me to get you knocked up…have you walkin’ around with a growing baby in your belly in a few months?”
Craig and Christy had been trying for several months to get pregnant. To my knowledge they’d been unsuccessful so far. He must have baby on the brain because of all of their efforts. But, fuck! This dirty talk was getting me close! “Fuck yeah, Craig.” I spat back softly. “Knock me up. I want to give birth to my own grandchild. Tell everyone that my stud son-in-law gave me the best gift anyone could ever get.”
I heard the sound of skin against skin as I assumed he was using the free hand that wasn’t stroking my dick to lather up his. Then, soon after, I felt his hand rubbing soap along my ass crack and up into my hole. This was actually gonna happen!
It had been a long time since I’d had a dick up my ass, so I had to bite on a washcloth to stifle both moans of pleasure and yelps of pain. After the initial pain subsided, his fucking was pure pleasure. Because of how fast we knew we needed to be, it wasn’t long until he was unloading a truly monster-sized load into me. For the next couple minutes, we cleaned each other up under the water in between kissing and some more light dirty talk. We were almost done when a knock came on the bathroom door.
“Yeah,” Craig called out as my eyes widened with concern.
“Hey, honey,” came the sound of my daughter’s voice. “What’s taking so long? The family will start arriving in another couple hours and still need you to take care of the ham and the turkey.”
“Sorry, babe,” Craig said back to her. “I got caught up playing Candy Crush before I jumped in the shower.”
I heard her sigh on the other side of the door. “You and that game… Have you seen my dad?”
He turned to look at me, grinning. I’m sure my face had gone paper white. “He was heading out the door when I started upstairs earlier. Said something about going out to pick up some ice.”
“Oh. I wonder why he didn’t tell me he was going. I would’ve asked him to pick up an extra tub of margarine. Oh well. Hurry up, hon! I need you downstairs.”
“Okay. I’ll be down in five minutes!” he called out, before leaning in to give me a huge, passionate kiss.
Later on, after I’d snuck downstairs and out the door to my car to pick up ice (and margarine) to satisfy Craig’s cover story, I was sitting in the living room with my plate, surrounded by relatives and other assorted loved ones. Everyone was having a marvelous time, which was important. But, no one could’ve been happier than me. After all, I’d gotten the best holiday gift ever.
Christy came and sat down next to me. “Daddy, did Craig tell you his news?”
My face flushed a little at the mention of my son-in-law’s name. “No, honey. What news?”
“I should let him tell you. But, I’m so excited. I can’t wait. The department has asked him to teach a special program for a select group of recruits down at the academy. He’ll be there for about a month…maybe longer.”
“That’s great, sweetie!” I lived three miles from the State Police academy. My dick involuntarily started to stir at this news. “Where’s he going to be staying?”
“We hadn’t really talked about it. I guess he’ll stay in a hotel.”
“Nonsense,” I chimed in immediately as I looked over at him standing in the dining room, talking to my sister and her husband. Craig’s perfectly muscled ass looked amazing in the slacks he’d chosen to wear tonight. “We’ll tell him later on that he’s staying with me the entire time he’s teaching at the academy.”
“Oh, Daddy! That’s so nice of you!” Christy threw her arms around me and gave me a huge hug.
“Don’t mention it, sweetheart,” I said to her as I leered at my son-in-law over her shoulder, thinking of the things we’d do together the whole month he’d be at my place. “It’s my pleasure.”
Craig had moved to my place to do the teaching. Unfortunately, before he came, he and Christy had gone to the doctor and learned that Christy couldn’t have children. Craig wanted to stay with him, but Christy said she wanted some time alone so she sent Craig to my house.
Craig preferred to handle the situation a little differently. He started kissing me as soon as I picked him up from the bus and went home. Within minutes, Craig’s cock was inside my hole. Craig was very lustful, contrary to what I expected. He was harder and faster than the first time. Before I even realized, my ass was filled with his monster-sized load.
Craig came around in the days after that. We were both enjoying our time together. Until the training started, there was never a moment when Craig’s cock wasn’t in my hole. After the training started, as soon as Craig got back, I would just dip my head into his hard chest and let him pick me up and carry me to the bedroom. But I was worried that he would have trouble carrying me because of the weight I had gained recently. So I stopped drinking and started working on losing my little beer belly.
Craig actually liked my beer belly and I can’t say I didn’t enjoy him playing with it. When my belly got a little bigger, the fantasies came into play. Every time Craig came home, he would make me a nice meal and wait for me to finish it all. Then he would go into the bedroom and start rubbing my stuffed belly while his cock was stuck into my ass. “You know what, dad? I’m gonna fill you up with my fertile seed. I’m gonna keep going until put a baby in your belly. I’m gonna push my load up your ass until you give me what Christy couldn’t give me. Do you want to walk around with your son-in-law’s child growing inside you?”
It was how Craig got over not being able to have children with Christy, but the dirty talk had already drawn me in. “Fuck, Craig! Fill me with my own grandchildren. Yeah, give me that! I want to show off to everyone that I’m carrying the babies of a man like you.”. Those were the last words I said before my belly, already full of food, swelled with Craig’s cum. We both lay down on the bed and Craig started rubbing my belly, which looked like I was actually pregnant.
When Craig’s training mission was over, he packed his bags to go home. Before he left, he leaned over and kissed my belly. “I can’t wait for the next Christmas family reunion and see how big your belly will be when it’s that time,” he said and left. I didn’t expect him to get so caught up in this game, but my growing belly was starting to worry me. In fact, I swear I felt something inside when Craig kissed my stomach. But the only way to get rid of this worry was to see a doctor, so I made an appointment.
The doctor ran a few tests and came to me with the results. My hands were on my belly, which I was still not used to. The doctor looked at the paper with the results and turned to me. “Congratulations, you’re pregnant,” she said. I looked at the doctor with my eyes surprised, “How is… how is this possible? I’m a man, I can’t bear a baby.”
The doctor began to explain in a calm tone, “I understand your confusion, sir, but you’re not the first man who got pregnant. In the last few years, some men have started to get pregnant in a way that we can’t figure out right now. The number is increasing and we don’t know exactly why. According to the data we have right now, the result is affected by how ready the person is for the change and how fertile the sperm of the father is. It looks like you and your husband are more than capable of this. So congratulations, you’re having twins.” The doctor left the room, and I was at a loss for what to do. All I could think was that things were going to get complicated next Christmas.
Note: I am planning to write a sequel for this story about what will happen at Christmas.
My dad’s boss, Matt Johnson, stopped by after dinner on Friday to discuss a couple things with Dad. Matt and his wife lived in our neighborhood so it wasn’t unusual to seem them around or have Matt stop by for a drink and discuss some work. This particular evening it was just Dad and me at home as Mom was out of town at my sister’s helping with the new baby. Dad and I were going to be batching it for the next week. Matt and Dad were in the living room having a conversation, didn’t sound like a lot of work going on, there was too much laughter, and I kept hearing Dad offer to refill Matt’s drink.
I was being lazy, laying on the sofa in the den watching a college basketball game, trying to focus on the game, and still eavesdrop on their conversation. It seemed to get real quiet for a minute or two then they would both bust out laughing. I was wondering what was going on.
A little while later they come out of the living room and Matt plops down on the sofa near me. Dad says “I’ve gotta take a quick shower, you guys watch the game and I’ll be back in a few minutes”
I thought that was a little odd, but settled into the game as Matt did as well. A couple minutes went by and I could see out of the corner of my eye Matt had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, opening up the fly and sticking his hand inside. “Don’t mind me” he said “just getting comfortable”. I mean I usually do the same thing, but that’s when I’m by myself. My head was spinning a little. Matt was a silver fox, a combination of sexy older energy with a hard body and a dazzling smile. And the way he filled out a pair of slacks, the guy had a hard butt and a nice bulge. My attention on the game shifted to watching Matt.
He seemed to be watching the game, but I think he was watching my reaction out of the corner of his eye. I turned my head and made it obvious where I was looking. He was now massaging his crotch as I reached down and put my hands inside my shorts. Any pretense as to what we were both doing was gone.
I finally got bold “Need some help with that?” I said as I looked him in the eyes and moved closer.
“Thought you’d never ask” was his calm response. I leaned over as Matt removed his hand. I pulled his zipper the rest of the way down, spread open the fly and took my right hand to reach into his black boxer briefs. My fingers came into contact with his wiry pubes and then I felt the root of his semi-hard cock. It felt warm and spongy, pulsing with life. I pulled his prick free from their confines, tucking his briefs under his hairy balls. I gave it a few quick tugs as I marveled at his thick cut member with a perfectly shaped mushroom head. There was a small drop of pre-cum that I immediately lapped up. I tugged a couple more times, looked him in the eye, and started licking the sides of his shaft.
“Aw fuck.. .” Matt moaned as he threw his head back and relished my oral skills. His cock was veiny and was now rigid and throbbing with his heartbeat. I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and got it wet with my spit, then took another inch, getting his shaft wet so more would slide further in my mouth. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he pushed me a little bit lower with each downward motion.
Finally I had the whole 7 inches in my mouth and down my throat. Matt let out a groan that I’m sure could be heard throughout the house. But I didn’t let that stop me. I massaged his shaft with my throat and elicited more moans. I proceeded to suck and slobber on his cock up, up and down, savoring his musky taste. He was leaking pre-cum and I could taste the bitter saltiness. I pulled off a couple times to go lower and lick on his balls, taking each in turn into my mouth. The hairy orbs were pulling up to his crotch and I knew he’d fill me up with a huge load.
I was laid out on the couch, face buried in Matt’s lap when I heard someone clear their throat. “You guys having fun” I heard the familiar calm voice of my father. I almost freaked out, having forgotten where I was and that Dad was home. I looked up, pulling off a little of Matt’s erect prick, but not completely, to see Dad standing there in just a towel, fresh from his shower. He had a broad grin, didn’t look angry at all that I had his boss’ cock in my mouth.
“Your boy sucks a mean cock” Matt moaned out and pushed my head back down on his cock. I bobbed my head up and down Matt as I kept eye contact with Dad. His grin changed to a look of lust. I angled my head so Dad would have a clear view of his boss’ cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He reached down and groped himself as he continued to watch. It seemed so lewd.
Then I sensed Matt reaching over my back and felt his hand start rubbing my ass. I pushed my butt into his hand, showing my eagerness and openness to this added attention. “I bet Mark would enjoy a good massage” Matt said to my dad as he continued to rub my ass.
I continue sucking on Matt’s prick as I watched Dad unhook his towel and let it drop to the floor. “You want a massage Mark?” he asked as I saw the prick that made me exposed. It was thick, veiny, probably 6.5 inches long, cut, with a flared head that had a drop of pre-cum hanging off. I just moaned out around Matt’s prick as I hoped it was going to be more than a massage.
I took a hard look at him as he moved toward the sofa and my prone body. I’d seen him shirtless countless times. I was always admiring his broad shoulders and thick chest covered with dark hair surrounding his nipples. The hair thinned out to a smaller trail that lead to his navel and then proceeded to his crotch. It was definitely a treasure trail. His dark pubes were thick, no manscaping there. His balls looked huge and hung low covered with the same dark hair.
I lost sight of him as Dad got closer to the couch and my body, but a second later I felt his hands take hold of my gym shorts and start to pull them off. I raised my hips to make it easier and then felt Matt’s hand on my bare ass with his fingers going straight for my crack. I continued to slowly nurse on Matt’s cock while I felt Dad’s hands massaging and spreading my checks while Matt’s fingers were rubbing and teasing my pucker. I was sucking and moaning, pushing my ass back, spreading my legs to offer better access.
“Damn Mark, your ass is fantastic" Dad said quietly and then I felt his breath on my hole and a tentative swipe of his tongue over my tender pucker. I moaned as loud as I could with a mouthful of Matt’s prick, and pushed my ass back into Dad’s face, feeling his scruffy whiskers on my lightly haired cheeks. Then his tongue hit its target and pushed in. I had to pull of Matt’s cock this time and moaned out “Fuck” as my dad started eating my hole with abandon. “Shit Dad, that feels so fucking good”
Matt stroked himself as I laid there moaning and groaning at the attention my father was giving to my eager hole. “You ever been fucked?” Matt asked in his gravely voice. I let out a quiet “No”
“Seriously?!?” Matt immediately shot back. “Oh fuck this is better than I thought”. Matt rubbed his cock over my lips but didn’t insert it into my open mouth. I was almost delirious with the pleasure my dad was giving to my hole. He’d nibble, suck and probe with his tongue lightly. Then he’d bury his face in and tongue fuck me while rubbing his stubble all over my sensitive crack. As this was my first time having my hole ravished I didn’t know any better, but if you’ve never been eaten out by a man with a little stubble, you don’t know what you’re missing. It was sending little shockwaves throughout my body.
I opened my eyes wide at the continuing probing of my hole, looking directly at Matt’s fuckstick right in my face. I had to have it, I took it in, almost to the root.
“You’re liking this, aren’t you Mark?” All I could do was mumble around the cock in my mouth, but he knew I was in heaven.
As Dad slowed down his assault on my pucker, he gently pulled my legs off the couch, moving me into a kneeling position on the floor, ass up, my head still buried in Matt’s lap. I could feel Dad move in between my legs, pushing them a little wider. His hands moved over my ass and lower back. He grabbed each cheek and pulled them apart exposing my hairy hole again. I thought he’d move in and start eating my ass, but I felt thumbs rubbing over my hole as he held my cheeks apart. Then a finger pushed against my ass lips, teasing the entrance before applying a little more pressure and the tip broke through and into my virgin hole. He spit on my hole and worked the saliva around, then added a second finger opening up my anxious hole.
“Ready Mark?” my dad said from behind as I felt him rub his rigid tool up and down my spit slick crack, rubbing over my loosened pucker. I arched my back, trying to capture his cock with my hole, willing it to open more, anticipating my first fuck.
I pulled off Matt’s cock long enough to beg “Fuck me Dad, please fuck me”.
“Okay son, here we go” dad said as I felt the knob of his cock putting pressure on my ass lips, spreading them slowly as he pushed forward. “Uhhhh…” I let out as the first small instance of pain caused me to wince, but I still bucked my hips to meet his intrusion.
Dad pushed steadily forward, my ass opening up to accept him. Matt was jacking his cock and would rub it on my face as I concentrated on the almost overwhelming sensation going on in my ass. “Ahh… damn..” I moaned out as I felt Dad’s cock slide slowly in, deeper, till finally I felt his hip push against my hips.
“Aw fuck” both Dad and I moaned out, almost in unison, as we were now joined together, his cock impaled completely in my ass. He held still for a minute, letting me get used to the fullness inside. I felt him slowly rotate his hips while pushing against my firm ass.
“Damn you two are fucking hot” Matt quietly said as he watched dad grind into my ass.
“God Damn-your hole is so fucking tight” Dad moaned as he started to slowly pull out little by little, then push all the way back in. He did that for several minutes each time pulling a little farther out.
“Okay?” Dad checked with me. “Fuck me” was all I could say
I felt Dad pick up the tempo and speed up his thrusting. Soon his hips were smacking into my ass as he ravaged my hole. I made eye contact with Matt as he continued to stroke his cock. It was obvious that he was not in a hurry to cum. Even with a cock in my ass, I was anticipating what I was sure would happen next.
“Fucking hell… nice fucking piece of ass” Dad groaned as he continued to pummel my willing chute. I could hear his breathing get ragged and I knew he’d be spilling his seed soon. I reached back between my legs and felt where we were connected. I touched his cock at the point where it entered my ass and marveled as it slid in and out.
“Fuck me Dad, fill me up” I urged him on.
“Gonna fucking breed you son, fill you with my cum” he moaned.
Matt stopped his stroking and just watched.
“Fuck-DAMN. Cumming… TAKE-IT… ARGHHHHH….. fucking hell…”. Dad ram into and I felt his body quake and spasm as he dumped a huge warm load.
Dad left his cock in me for a minute just see-sawing slowly in and out as his cock softened and finally slipped from my used hole.
I looked behind me as Dad moved away from my ass and stood up. He seemed a little weak kneed, but was looking very satisfied. I turned to look at Matt and asked as casually as I could “You wanna give it a try?”
“Hell yeah!” Matt exclaimed and was quickly up and behind me. I still knelt on the floor, my chest now on the sofa cushion. Matt shucked his pants and underwear off as fast as he could then knelt behind me. I felt him stick a finger in my ass, then another. He was pulling out some of Dad’s load to slick up his own cock. I looked back over my shoulder as Matt pointed his cock toward my hole. Dad stood a foot to the side and watched as his boss slid his stiff shaft into my used hole.
“Damn, so fucking warm, wet and tight” Matt stated as he impaled me in one steady push. I could feel his wiry bush rubbing into my sensitive ass cheeks. “Fuck” he moaned out as his speed increased and soon the room was filled with the steady rhythm of “Twack twack twack…” as his hips connected to my ass. I could feel his heavy balls smacking into mine with each thrust.
I watched Dad as his eyes took in the sight in front of him. His son getting fucked was really having an effect on him, I think he was enjoying watching just as much as he did fucking me. His cock was no longer soft as he and he was slowly stroking it.
“Gonna blow… gonna nut in your ass…. FUCK-SHIT” Matt bellowed as he rammed once, twice and a final time as he deposited his load deep in my ass to mix with Dad’s.
Dad took a step closer and aimed at my face as he groaned and stroked himself to his second orgasm in 10 minutes. “SHIT… AHHHH” as he shot his load all over my face and into my open mouth.
Matt got off his knees and collapsed onto the couch. Dad dropped down next to me, sitting bare assed on the floor, back against the sofa, catching his breath. I was probably a mess, sweaty, cum running down my legs, cum in my hair and on my face. But I couldn’t be happier. I started to laugh a little and Dad looked at me with a grin. “What?”
“That was the best!” I almost shouted with excitement and joy. “Can we do that again?” I could hear Matt snort a little at my request and then added “That cherry has been smashed and is ready for more” and started to laugh a little too.
Dad just grinned and then gave me a sly look. “You’ll have to give us a while to recover, or… I might know a few guys to call… if you’re interested” he said with a wicked grin.
Turns out Dad loved fucking me, but was almost more excited to watch me suck off or give up my ass to other guys.
