“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.
“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.
“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.”
“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.
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