“You’re finally awake,” Zach greeted me while looking hot-as-fuck in his CK boxer briefs, his ballcap turned backwards. He had a coffee mug in one hand as he watched the sun rising over the water, my dad’s multiple loads swimming inside that meaty ass. “I hope your dad and I didn’t keep you up too late,” he offered feebly.
“Nah, it’s cool,” I lied. The truth was that I didn’t sleep much, listening to their fuck fest until the wee hours of the morning. “Where’s Dad?” I inquired.
“Your dad already left for work,” Zach reported. “But he said that I could grab some coffee and a shower before I head out.”
“Yeah, that’s cool,” I assured him, trying to not stare so obviously at his plump, round ass, straining against the flimsy fabric of his black briefs—an ass begging to be fucked.
Zach was Dad’s fuck bud—well—one of them, that is. My parents had divorced when I was young and, for most of my life, it had been only Dad and me. I had just turned eighteen when Dad sat me down for a talk.
“You’re a man now,” Dad began, “so I think you have a right to know that—shit, there’s no delicate way to put this—I like to fuck guys. And now that you’re grown and you know this about me, there are gonna be times when I bring home a guy to fuck. I’ll be respectful of you, but I’m not gonna go sneaking around anymore.”
The next few months were a bit crazy with Dad parading a steady stream of Grindr hookups through the house. There was a new guy in Dad’s bed almost every night, the bed springs squeaking, the headboard banging, the guy screaming, “Fuck me with that big cock,” over and over again.
Eventually, things calmed down. Dad settled on a handful of regular fuck buds who would drop whatever they were doing to come ride his big cock—and often stay the night. Zach was one of them. He also happened to be close in age to me and—I couldn’t deny—was hot as fuck.
“When are you planning to tell your dad?” Zach asked, turning away from the window as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Tell him what?” I asked naively.
“That you’re also gay—that you like guys.”
“I’m not—I’m not gay, dude,” I protested. “I like pussy.”
“Oh yeah? When was the last time you had some pussy?”
“I don’t—I don’t remember,” I shrugged, not wanting to admit that it had been more than a year since I fucked a girl, or even thought about it.
“My point exactly,” Zach smiled. “A hot guy like you should have no problem scoring pussy—if that’s what he wants. Is that what you want?”
“I don’t—I don’t want to talk about—”
“You know we saw you last night,” Zach interrupted. “Your dad and me—when he was fucking me. We saw you watching us from the door, stroking your big cock.”
I was busted, and there was no denying it. Dad had left his bedroom door wide open—whether accidentally or purposely, I wasn’t sure. And when I went upstairs to get ready for bed, there was Zach on the bed—his knees pressed to his chest, Dad planking above him, jackhammering that meaty ass.
I had watched gay porn on my phone many times, but seeing the real thing in person was mind blowing. Watching Dad railing Zach’s ass, I couldn’t stop myself from jacking my cock and spewing my load into my hand in a matter of minutes—before Dad had even seeded Zach’s ass. I didn’t think they had seen me. I was wrong.
“You should talk to your dad,” Zach persisted. “He wants to be there for you if you think you might be gay.”
“That’s—that’s the problem,” I confessed. “I don’t know if I’m gay. I haven’t even been with a guy.”
“Well, that’s an easy fix,” Zach winked, setting down his coffee mug and pulling off his CK briefs, his meaty ass bare to the world. “You can fuck me.”
“I don’t—I don’t think—”
“Come on,” he taunted, staring at my bulging crotch. “I know you want to tap this ass.”
“I do want to fuck you,” I admitted readily, for there was no denying that I was presently rock hard. “But what about my dad? You’re his fuck bud. I don’t want to piss him off.”
“Your dad doesn’t own me,” Zach laughed. “And we’re all adults here. I know I’m not the only guy your dad fucks, and he certainly knows that I take other cocks—hell, your dad’s hooked me up with several of his buddies before. He won’t care if you fuck me. You’re just one more notch on my bedpost.”
“Okay—we can fuck,” I acquiesced as Zach dropped to his knees and pulled down my athletic shorts, my hard cock springing free and nearly striking him in the face.
“DAMN,” Zach exclaimed, licking his lips. “You’re just as big as your dad. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it? The men in your family are fucking blessed.”
“Thanks,” I replied sheepishly. But before I could say another word, Zach had taken the entire length of my cock down his throat in one gulp, my balls mashed against his chin.
“Fuuuuck,” I exhaled, my head tipping back in ecstasy. “How the fuck are you able to do that?”
“Haven’t you ever been deep throated?” Zach asked, popping off me, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the tip of my cock. “Oh, wait,” he laughed. “You’ve only been sucked by bitches—who never know what they’re doing.”
“Yeah,” I acknowledged, recalling the subpar blowjobs I’d received from girls over the years—often ending with toothy scratches on my thick shaft.
Zach quickly returned to sucking me, his head bobbing up and down on my big dick, his tongue swirling over my cock head. It all felt so fucking good—too good, in fact.
“Dude, if you keep that up, I’m gonna blow soon,” I warned.
“We don’t want you cumming just yet,” Zach popped off it again, his hand gripping my balls, willing them to not release my seed just yet. “I like a warm load down my throat as much as the next guy, but I’m not leaving here today without your load up my ass.”
My hard cock jumped at the thought of breeding him, precum dripping from the tip as Zach braced himself against the kitchen counter. With his meaty ass presented to me, Zach directed me to mount him.
“Don’t we need lube or something?” I asked, searching the kitchen counter for something that might work.
“Your dad fucked another load into me this morning,” he reported, turning his head back to face me, a devilish smile on his face. “Trust me, you don’t need any lube. My hole is ready to go. Now fuck me, bro.”
Needing no further invitation than that, I gripped my swollen cock in my right fist. Upon finding the wet folds of Zach’s pink cunt, pushed inside him. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I marveled, my cock enveloped by the warm embrace of his talented sphincter, gripping me and pulling me deeper.
“That’s it—go balls deep,” he commanded. “Christ, I love a big dick up my ass. Now fuck this cunt like you own it. Fucking give it to me.”
Following orders, I pushed myself up and onto the balls of my feet and began to jackhammer Zach with a violent intensity. In my experience, none of the girls I had been with liked it hard—but Zach wasn’t a girl. He was a man—with a man’s cunt that was made for a brutal pounding. And I was giving it to him.
“That’s it—fucking wreck my hole,” he begged, widening his stance, raising his ass to take me deeper. “You like this cunt? You like fucking my warm, wet cunt?”
“Fuck YES,” I panted, sweat dripping down my chest as I pummeled his quivering cunt. My balls were slapping his ass hard with each thrust, smacking audibly, and had begun to tighten, hugging my body. I knew what that meant.
“Dude. I—I don’t think I can last much longer,” I warned urgently, the pressure building in my shaft.
“It’s cool, bro,” Zach assured me. “Guys never last long the first time they try ass. Fucking breed me.”
“Yeah? You want my cum?” I taunted, mimicking all the times I overheard my dad demanding the same thing when he fucked slutty guys in his bed. “You want me to shoot my load up your ass?”
“YES,” Zach begged, his sphincter gripping me, willing me to dump my load in him. “Fucking seed my hole.”
Instantly, Zach got his wish—my balls contracting, my cock throbbing, and my load ejecting deep into his recesses. Christ, it felt good to bust my nut in him—balls deep, no condom dulling the sensation, his tight hole massaging my cock. It was way better than any orgasm I had ever experienced when fucking pussy.
“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled, pulling out of him on wobbly legs, my pearly load pooling in the gaping hole I had created. “Your cunt is fucking amazing, dude.”
But before Zach could say anything, an unexpected response came from behind me. “Zach’s cunt is amazing,” said the inimitable voice of my father. “I knew you would enjoy fucking him.”
“Dad?” I gasped, turning around to face him, a drop of cum still dangling from the tip of my cock. “I thought you were at work?”
“No,” Dad smiled, undoing his bathrobe, freeing his big, hard cock. “That was just a ruse to get you to fuck Zach. I thought fucking him might be good for you and, from what I just witnessed—I was right.”
I was dumbfounded, speechless. I stood motionless as my dad pushed me aside and mounted Zach, his cock sliding right into that wet, gaping hole with ease.
“Mmm, yeah,” Zach moaned. “Fuck my used cunt.”
“Christ, I love a sloppy hole,” Dad growled, my fresh load coating his big cock as he proceeded to fuck Zach right in front of me. “And—DAMN, son—you shot a huge load all up in this cunt. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I laughed, reaching for a paper towel to clean off my spent dick. “But you gotta admit that this is all a bit fucked up.”
“Son, you’ll find that sex is best when it’s a bit fucked up,” Dad winked, gripping Zach’s hips, pounding him harder as Zach moaned in delight. “Now how about we take Zach and his sloppy cunt up to my bed? We can DP his meaty ass—both fuck him at once. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.”
Dad was right—I did fuckin’ love it.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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