“Christ, I needed this,” Dad exhaled, stretching one muscular arm behind his head as he relaxed upon a lounger on the hotel’s rooftop pool deck. His hairy chest was soaking up the afternoon sun, the mountains in the distance, as Dad sipped on a Paloma from the pool bar. “I’m glad you suggested this trip for us, son,” Dad held up his drink to toast me in celebration.
“Don’t mention it,” I smiled, trying not to ogle my own father’s incredible body. “I know the divorce from Mom was rough on you, so I thought you deserved a chance to blow off some steam. I’ve got a whole itinerary planned for us. After dinner at the hotel tonight, there’s a comedy club up the street, and I thought we could—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there, Zach,” Dad held up his meaty palm. “I appreciate that you’re looking out for me, and I look forward to spending some quality time with my only son,” Dad continued, “but before any of that can happen, I really need to score some pussy tonight.”
“Oh—uh—sure,” I nodded, surprised by his unveiled intent.
“You’re a man now, Zach,” Dad began. “So I’m gonna level with you. Your mother didn’t show me her pink cunt for at least the past ten years. And once we started the divorce proceedings, my attorney advised me to keep it zipped—that a lot of wives hire investigators to dig up shit that could be used against the husband. But now that the divorce is finalized and I’m a free man, my balls are gonna pop if I don’t get laid—fast.”
“I understand completely, Dad,” I assured him. “To be honest, I was really hoping to get some dick while we’re here. Let’s ditch the comedy club and check out the hotel bar tonight. A good looking guy like you—you’ll have your choice of pussy. And maybe I’ll score me some cock.”
“Fingers crossed for the both of us,” Dad smiled deviously before knocking back the rest of his drink.
The hotel bar, with a crowd that was much younger than Dad, was not what he had anticipated. Although he was an undeniably hot DILF, Dad’s game was a bit rusty, having been married to my mom for the past twenty-five years.
But Dad’s luck changed when an attractive, young woman seated at the opposite end of the bar started making eyes at Dad. And from the way she was dressed in a tight skirt and a low-cut top that revealed her ample tits, the bitch was definitely looking to get her pussy smashed.
“Go talk to her,” I encouraged Dad.
“I’m already on it, Zach,” he replied, standing up to approach her. “Give me a couple hours after I take her up to our room, okay?” Dad requested. “I’ll hang the Do Not Disturb sign while we’re—uh—busy.”
Within three minutes of chatting with the hot bitch, Dad was escorting her out of the bar and towards the elevators in the lobby, his meaty hand at her back. Dad looked back and gave me a thumbs up, his mojo restored, his big cock already straining against the fabric of his linen pants in anticipation of pounding the bitch’s eager pussy. I was happy for Dad’s good fortune.
Fortune favored me as well that night. Within minutes of Dad’s departure, a good looking guy in town on business sidled up next to me at the bar and bought me a drink. I could see the white tan line from where he had removed his wedding band. Married guys looking for a warm hole while traveling for work are always a good fuck. And so I followed the guy up to his room where he pounded my ass for over two hours, ignoring the intrusive calls from his wife before seeding my hole with a massive load.
It was after midnight before I slinked back to the hotel room that I was sharing with Dad, my hole wrecked. The Do Not Disturb sign was conspicuously absent, and so I decided it was safe to enter.
I found Dad upon the bed, in nothing but his briefs, watching pay-per-view porn, his hard cock stretching the material, a dark spot of precum staining the front. The door to the mini bar was hanging open with empty miniatures of gin, whiskey, and vodka strewn on the floor.
“What—what happened with the hot bitch?” I asked, confused by the scene in front of me.
“She was a fucking whore,” Dad spat drunkenly, not taking his eyes off the porn on the TV screen, a blonde bitch getting her pussy double-tagged by two hung guys.
“Well—isn’t that what you wanted?” I laughed. “An easy slut looking for dick?”
“No, Zach—she was an actual whore—a prostitute,” Dad clarified. “She sat me on the edge of the bed, unzipped me, pulled out my big cock, and said it would be $100 bucks to suck me off—$250 if I wanted to smash her pussy. So I told her to get the fuck out of my room.”
“Why’d you do that?” I asked. “You’re horny as fuck. It would have been money well spent to get your rocks off.”
“Do I look like a guy who needs to pay for sex?” Dad barked angrily. “Never in my life have I been so hard up for pussy that I had to fuck a prostitute, and I don’t aim to start now.”
“I know—I’m sorry,” I sympathized. “Look, it’s only a bit after midnight. The bar doesn’t close until 2 am. Let’s get dressed, go back down there, and—”
“I’m not going back to that damn bar, Zach—not tonight,” Dad refused. “I just want to go to bed and start fresh in the morning.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” I agreed. “But let’s turn off the pussy porn, okay?” I suggested, reaching for the TV remote. “Watching it now is only going to make things worse.”
“Fine,” Dad agreed, pulling down the covers to his bed. “How was your night, Zach?” he changed the subject, slipping under the covers and propping his muscular arms behind his head. “You score any dick?”
“Yeah,” I answered, embarrassed at my good luck in the face of my dad’s misfortune. “The dude dumped a big load in me.”
“You gay guys have it so easy,” Dad grumbled. “Sex is like a handshake for you guys. You don’t have to jump through countless hoops to get laid, like us straight guys.”
“Actually—the guy who fucked me tonight was straight,” I informed Dad. “I saw evidence of a wedding band, and his phone kept blowing up while he was railing me—probably a paranoid wife.”
“Does that happen often for you—sex with straight guys?” Dad asked, his interest piqued.
“Yeah—I mean, probably half of my hookups are with straight guys just looking for an easy hole,” I admitted candidly. “A lot of guys just need to drop a load when they’re not scoring pussy, or when their wives or girlfriends aren’t putting out.”
Dad was quiet, his wheels turning. We had never had such a frank discussion about my sex life. He knew I was gay, but normally didn’t wish to know the gory details.
I quickly stripped down for bed. Turning out the light, I gave Dad a quick peck on the cheek, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow. I then climbed into my own bed, turning over onto my stomach, balling up the pillow under my head. I soon began to drift off to blissful sleep—until it happened.
Dad’s weight was suddenly upon my bed, the covers inching their way below my ass. I knew what was happening—what he wanted. The truth was that I wanted it, too.
As a gay boy growing up with a father that looked like mine—the incredible good looks, the muscles, the hairy chest, the big dick—sex with my dad had long been a gay son’s fantasy. And now all those wet dreams were finally coming true. The man needed a warm hole, and I was there to provide it.
“Fuck, that’s a wet pussy,” Dad moaned, his breath hot at my ear, his thick finger probing my used hole as he pulled down my briefs with his other hand. “I’m gonna enjoy pounding this cunt.”
His weight was suddenly upon me, his hairy chest pressed into my back. His rounded cock head found my sphincter, initiating penetration. Dad raised himself into a plank upon his muscular arms, his strong hands pushed into the mattress on either side of my body. And then—wham—my father’s nine-inch cock, the cock that had made me, was inside me.
“Fuuuuuck,” he exhaled, instantly going balls deep. “Christ, this hole is tight.”
I wanted to joke that my hole was much tighter a couple hours prior, before the married guy at the bar pounded the shit out of me. But I was silent, not wishing to break the spell. Dad was drunk off his ass, his body consumed with the need to fuck. It was likely he wouldn’t even remember fucking me the next morning. I decided that I would be an anonymous participant, passively allowing Dad to use me in any way that he wanted.
What Dad wanted was to destroy my cunt. Instantly, he revved his engines, his speed going from zero to sixty in about three seconds as he proceeded to pummel the shit out of me. I gripped the sheets beneath me, bracing myself against his assault, his big cock abusing my hole.
“Fuck yeah—take this big cock, bitch,” he barked at me. Did he even know it was me that he was fucking—his own flesh and blood? Did he even care? Our shared blood sure didn’t matter to me. I was reveling in the feeling of his big cock up my ass. I had taken big cocks before, but never one that could rival my dad’s huge endowment.
As a kid, I had once caught my dad getting out of the shower. Innocently, I asked if my penis would grow to be as big as his one day. “I bet you’ll have a big one like me when you’re all grown up, son,” he gave me a wink before shooing me away. But Dad had lied. My dick, though perfectly serviceable, had never reached his epic size. But now, thanks to a sick twist of fate, I got to experience the thrill of having a big dick like Dad’s—inside me.
“That’s it—open that cunt for me,” Dad growled in my ear, his breath laced with booze, as I tilted my pelvis. Dad’s big cock slid impossibly deep inside my bowels, my toes curling in response. Christ, the man was a fuck machine.
Over and over he continued to jackhammer my quivering cunt, battering my bowels with an unbridled fury. His pace was too quick, his drive too intense. His balls were too backed up. His stamina couldn’t possibly hold out much longer.
“FUCK,” he bellowed urgently on the precipice of orgasm, his big cock expanding in my fuck canal. “You want some cum, bitch? You want me to dump this massive motherfuckin’ load in you?”
Once again, I failed to respond, afraid that the realization that he was balls deep in his own son could burst the bubble just before Dad’s climax. I wanted his load up my ass, and I was not about to do anything to jeopardize that result. In the end, it didn’t matter. Dad was ready to blow his wad and there was no stopping him.
“FUCK—SHIT,” he growled, his big cock throbbing in my depths, spewing his seed—our shared DNA—into my deepest recesses. “Yeah—take my nut, bitch—FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt.
When his cock ceased pulsing inside of me, when his balls had yielded the last of his seed, Dad collapsed upon me. His drunken breath was hot at my ear, his sweaty chest pressed into my back, his big cock slowly going soft inside of me.
Dad pulled out of me as quickly as he had entered, a gaping hole left in his wake. His cum streamed from my used ass, puddling on the sheet beneath me. Worldlessly, he stumbled back to his own bed, crashing hard. Within minutes, he was snoring softly, deep in the clutches of post-coital slumber.
Dad was already dressed and combing his hair in the mirror when I awoke the next morning, my used ass still sore and leaking cum. He was bright-eyed and chipper. A good fuck was clearly what the man had needed. But did he even remember what had happened—that he had fucked his own son’s ass?
“Get out of bed, sleepyhead,” he called to me, like I was a kid again. “I’m heading down to the breakfast buffet, Zach. So get your ass in the shower and meet me downstairs.”
Dad was at the omelette station when I arrived to the buffet. A well-dressed, attractive woman was flirting openly with my dad, her hand on his muscular forearm as he held his plate. She threw her head back, laughing openly at one of Dad’s lame jokes. The bitch was clearly into my father, and would have likely spread her legs for him atop the breakfast pastries table if Dad had offered up his big cock to her.
“She’s a good catch,” I whispered to Dad moments later as he took a seat with me at a table in the corner. “I can make myself scarce for a couple hours if you want to smash her pussy up in our room.”
“I have no desire to smash her pussy,” Dad refused.
“Why the hell not?”
“Well, for starters,” Dad began, “that flirty bitch is on the wrong side of thirty. I just got rid of an old car—I’m not looking to drive another one. And furthermore,” Dad locked eyes with me, “I’d rather fuck your tight ass again. So hurry up and finish your goddamn eggs, son. I’ve got another load in these balls for you.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
