“You’re up early,” I observed upon finding Chase half naked on the balcony, smoking a cigarette while staring at the waves crashing on the shore. Christ, he looked hot with his gorgeous face, the rising sun illuminating his lithe, tanned body. “What time did you get to bed?” I asked.
“I never went to bed,” Chase replied in a long exhale of smoke before extinguishing his cigarette on the rail, tossing out the butt into the sun-kissed breakers. “He fucked me six times last night. He finally just passed out asleep.”
“Yeah—I know,” I admitted. “I heard you two at it all night long.”
“And that’s not weird for you?” he inquired, an eyebrow raised. “You’re, like, how old?”
“Twenty,” I answered flatly.
“So am I,” Chase noted. “And it’s not weird for you that your father has a fuck toy who’s the same age as you?”
“You’re not a fuck toy—you’re his boyfriend,” I protested. “My dad loves you.”
“Your dad loves fucking my ass,” he retorted. “That’s about all he loves about me.”
I couldn’t argue with that, and so I remained silent as Chase continued to stare off into the sunrise contemplatively. I finally decided to go inside and make us some coffee when he stopped me.
“How many guys?” Chase wanted to know.
“What?” I replied evasively.
“How many boyfriends like me?” he demanded. “How many fuck toys has there been since your dad divorced your mom?”
“I dunno,” I shrugged. “I don’t keep count.”
“Bullshit,” he scoffed. “Tell me how many guys that he’s used—like me.”
“Ten—maybe twelve,” I admitted.
“Jesus,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “And they were all like me? Young guys on the street—needing a meal, a warm bed—willing to do anything for it?”
“Pretty much,” I affirmed.
“So I’m just an easy cumdump?” Chase spat. “I’m just a piece of trash that he’ll toss back on the street as soon as he’s bored with me?”
“No—you’re different from the others,” I tried to argue. “He loves you. I can tell.”
“He loves me enough to pimp my ass out to three of his buddies the other night?” Chase demanded. “Is that love?”
I didn’t answer, because I knew Chase was right. My dad was using him, just like all the other guys. But unlike the others, I really liked Chase. He would eventually leave my dad by choice or by force, that much was certain. But I didn’t want Chase to leave me.
“Can I ask you something?” Chase broke the silence once more. “How come you didn’t fuck me yesterday? Your dad wanted to watch us, he wanted a show, and he got really pissed when you refused to cuckold him. Why didn’t you want to fuck me?”
“I dunno,” I shrugged sheepishly. “It felt fucked up, I guess. It felt wrong.”
“What about the others?” Chase wanted to know. “Did he want you to fuck them, too?”
“And did you—did you fuck those guys?” he questioned.
“Yes,” I admitted, ashamed. “Dad gets off on being cucked—on fucking his boyfriend with another man’s load all up in there, especially when it’s my load.”
“Then why didn’t you fuck me?” Chase demanded. “Why did you refuse, knowing it would piss off your father?”
“Because—because I like you,” I confessed.
“Maybe I like you, too,” he responded softly, moving toward me, his hand on my shoulder. He then pulled me into an embrace, our lips meeting, fireworks erupting between us.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” I admitted as our lips parted.
“I’ve wanted that, too—and more,” Chase began to pull me into the house.
“Are—are you sure about this?” I hesitated. “I’ve never fucked any of my dad’s boyfriends behind his back, without him watching. He’ll get really pissed at us.”
“I don’t give a shit about your dad anymore,” Chase whispered as we entered the house, steering us toward my room. “Plus, he’s passed out stone cold. He won’t be up for hours.”
We stripped down frantically within the confines of my room. Chase reclined upon my bed, opening his legs for me. His hole looked puffy and raw, beaten to a pulp by my dad’s marathon abuse just hours earlier.
“You sure you want to be fucked again so soon?” I tried to give him an out. “We can do other stuff. I just want to be with you.”
“I need you to fuck me,” Chase pleaded. “I need you inside me, loving me. I need you to fuck the pain away.”
Of course, that was the answer that I hoped to hear. I wanted desperately to be inside him, to make our bodies one, to show Chase how beautiful fucking can be with someone you love.
“Fuck,” Chase winced as I pushed into him, his legs wrapping instinctively around my ass.
“You sure you’re good?” I held still for a moment. “I can stop.”
“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “You’re just a lot bigger than your dad. It surprised me.”
“I’m full of surprises,” I winked, thrusting deep, his eyes rolling back into his head.
“Kiss me,” he begged, pulling my face to his, our lips meeting. There was fireworks once more, our tongues probing as my big cock probed his depths. “Fuck me with that big dick,” he beseeched, his pelvis rocking, meeting my rhythm. “Fuck me with that big—fucking—dick.”
I raised myself into a plank above Chase, drilling his ass hard. My big cock was like a plunger in his depths, the remnants of my father’s multiple loads escaping with each back thrust, dripping down the back of Chase’s ass.
“Yeah, fuck your dad’s cum out of me,” Chase ordered. “I want only your seed in me after you’re through breeding me.”
All the talk of breeding and seed was getting me there—fast. I was biting my lip, trying to hold back my nut. Chase could sense my imminent release, my cock swelling in his bowels. He brought his hands to my face, pulling me to his lips once more. Our tongues danced as my cock began to throb in his depths.
“FUCK,” I gasped, our lips parting as my dick detonated deep in his fuck canal, a torrent of cum flooding his ravaged guts.
“Mmm yeah, breed me,” Chase moaned, locking his legs around my ass tightly, my seed spewing in his depths. “Make me yours.”
With my balls emtied, my desire satiated, I collapsed upon Chase, our sweaty bodies melded as one. He softly stroked my back as my dick went slowly soft inside of him. I could feel his heart beating against my body, our chests rising and falling in unison as our breathing returned to normal.
“Why do you still live with your dad?” Chase asked as I finally pulled out of him, my pearly load gushing from his gaping hole. “You’re a grown man.”
“He’s my dad,” I shrugged defeatedly, rolling over next to Chase on the bed, my spent cock flopping against my thigh. “What choice do I have?”
“You always have a choice,” he stated, his hand caressing my cheek. “Your dad is a fucking monster. He treats you like dirt—like you’re his personal servant. You need to get away from him or, before you know it, he’s going to be forcing himself on you next.”
“Dad would never—” I started to protest feebly, but I knew that Chase was right. All my dad needed was a hole to fuck. He wouldn’t care if that hole was mine.
“But what about you?” I reversed the questioning. “Why don’t you get away from my dad?”
“I am getting away,” Chase declared.
“You know The Pelican’s Nest—that restaurant on the other side of the bay? I start waiting tables there tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” I gasped. “But where are you gonna live?”
“There’s a small apartment above the restaurant,” Chase explained. “The owner is letting me rent it from him. It’s a shit hole, but it’ll be mine. And maybe I can save up enough money to take some classes at the community college over in Seabrook.”
“That sounds amazing,” I feigned happiness for him. “But I wish you didn’t have to go. I don’t want to be here—with Dad—without you.”
“You silly fool—you’re coming with me,” Chase insisted, throwing his arms around me, our lips meeting briefly. “But before we go, I want you to fuck my ass again—this time while your dad watches us,” Chase qualified. “I want that sick fuck to be haunted by that image forever, once we’ve left him all alone.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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