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These are the days you miss when you retire from work.

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I remember this guy

“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.

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The sun was dipping below the horizon as I turned the key in the lock, the familiar click echoing through the empty house. I had expected to find it quiet, my sister away at her conference, but the sound of the TV drifting from the living room told me I wasn't alone. I dropped my bag by the door, my curiosity piqued.

"Hey, anyone home?" I called out, already knowing the answer. The TV volume lowered, and a moment later, my sister's boyfriend, Jake, appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts, his thin, muscular body on full display. His smile was as charming as ever, but there was a glint in his eye that I recognized all too well.

"Hey, man," he said, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Your sister said you'd be home late."

"Yeah, well, here I am," I replied, leaning against the doorframe. "What are you doing here, Jake? I thought you had practice."

He shrugged, his gaze never leaving mine. "Coach let us off early. I thought I'd come by, see if you needed any... help with anything."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Help, huh? And what kind of help are you offering, Jake?"

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "The kind that involves my mouth on your cock, for starters."

I let out a low chuckle, pushing off from the doorframe. "Is that so? And what makes you think I want that?"

Jake's eyes flashed with confidence. "Because I know you, Zach. I know you like what I can do with my tongue. And I know you're not going to turn it down, not when your sister's not here to catch us."

I felt a stirring in my pants at his words, at the memory of his mouth on me. I had always been careful, always made sure we were alone, always made sure he left before my sister got home. But this was different. This was him coming to me, offering himself up.

"And what about her, Jake?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What about my sister?"

He shrugged again, a smirk playing on his lips. "What about her? She doesn't have to know. Besides, she's not here, is she? It's just you and me, Zach. Just like it's always been."

I felt my resolve crumbling, my body responding to his words, to the promise in his eyes. I took a step closer, my voice barely a growl. "You think you can just come here, talk like that, and I'll let you suck my cock?"

Jake's smirk widened into a grin. "I know I can. Because you want it, Zach. You want it just as much as I do."

I grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a kiss. His lips were soft, his tongue eager as it pushed into my mouth. I could taste the remnants of his lunch, the faint hint of beer. I pushed him back against the wall, my hands roaming over his body, feeling the hard muscles of his chest, his abs.

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned as I bit down on his lip. "I've missed this."

"Have you now?" I murmured, my hands moving to his shorts, pushing them down over his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the smooth skin, the hard length. "And what about her, Jake? What about my sister's pussy?"

He groaned again, his hips bucking into my hand. "Fuck, Zach, don't talk about her when we're doing this. It's not... it's not right."

I chuckled, my hand moving faster on his cock. "You're right, it's not. But it's so fucking hot, isn't it? Knowing you're fucking her, knowing you're making her come on your cock, and then coming here, sucking mine."

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned, his hands moving to my belt, undoing it, pushing my pants down over my hips. "I can't... I can't think when you talk like that."

I smiled, my hand moving from his cock to his ass, squeezing the firm flesh. "Good. I don't want you to think. I want you to feel. I want you to feel my cock in your mouth, in your ass."

He groaned, his hands pushing my boxers down, my cock springing free. He dropped to his knees, his mouth wrapping around my length, his tongue swirling around the head. I groaned, my hands tangling in his hair, pushing him down, making him take more of me.

"Fuck, Jake," I groaned, my hips moving in time with his mouth. "That's it, take it all. Show me what you can do with that pretty mouth."

He moaned around my cock, his hands moving to my ass, squeezing, pulling me deeper into his throat. I could feel the vibrations of his moan, could feel the heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue. I groaned, my hands tightening in his hair, my hips moving faster.

"Fuck, Jake, I'm going to come," I groaned, my body tensing, my cock throbbing in his mouth. He moaned again, his hands moving to my balls, squeezing, rolling them in his hand. I came with a groan, my cock pulsing in his mouth, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

He swallowed every drop, his tongue licking me clean as I pulled out of his mouth. He looked up at me, his eyes shining with satisfaction, with pride. I reached down, pulling him to his feet, my mouth finding his again, tasting myself on his tongue.

"Bedroom," I murmured, my hands moving to his ass, lifting him off the ground. He wrapped his legs around my waist, his arms around my neck, his mouth never leaving mine as I carried him to my room.

I dropped him onto the bed, my hands moving to his shorts, pushing them the rest of the way off. He kicked them away, his eyes never leaving mine as I climbed onto the bed, my mouth moving to his cock, my tongue licking up the length.

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned, his hands moving to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. "That feels so fucking good."

I smiled, my mouth moving to his balls, my tongue licking, my lips sucking. "I know it does," I murmured, my fingers moving to his ass, feeling the tight muscles, the smooth skin. "I know just how to make you feel good, Jake. Just like I know how to make you feel bad."

He groaned, his hips bucking into my mouth. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

I looked up at him, my fingers moving to his hole, pressing against it, feeling the tight muscles give way. "I mean, I know how to make you beg, Jake. I know how to make you plead for my cock. I know how to make you scream my name."

He groaned again, his hands moving to my shoulders, pushing me up his body. "Fuck, Zach, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight tomorrow."

I smiled, my fingers moving to my cock, feeling the hard length, the smooth skin. "Is that what you want, Jake? You want me to fuck you hard? You want me to make you come so hard you can't see straight?"

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes."

I climbed off the bed, my eyes never leaving his as I grabbed the lube from my nightstand, as I coated my cock with the slick liquid. He watched me, his eyes wide, his breath coming in short gasps. I climbed back onto the bed, my hands moving to his legs, pushing them back, opening him up to me.

"Fuck, Zach," he groaned, his hands moving to his cock, stroking it, feeling the hard length. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

I smiled, my cock pressing against his hole, feeling the tight muscles give way, feeling the heat of his body envelop me. He groaned, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me deeper, his body arching into mine.

"Fuck, Jake," I groaned, my hips moving, my cock sliding in and out of his body. "You feel so fucking good."

He moaned, his hands moving to his nipples, pinching, rolling them in his fingers. "Fuck, Zach, that feels so good. I love feeling you inside me."

I groaned, my hips moving faster, my cock sliding in and out of his body, my hands moving to his legs, pushing them back, opening him up to me. "You like that, Jake? You like feeling my cock in your ass?"

He nodded, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes."

I smiled, my hands moving to his cock, stroking it, feeling the hard length, the smooth skin. "You want to come, Jake? You want to come all over yourself while I fuck you?"

He nodded again, his hands moving to my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin. "Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes. I want to come. I want to come so fucking hard."

I smiled, my hips moving faster, my cock sliding in and out of his body, my hand moving faster on his cock, feeling the hard length, the smooth skin. "Come for me, Jake," I groaned. "Come all over yourself. Show me what a good little slut you are."

He groaned, his body tensing, his cock pulsing in my hand, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. I could feel the heat of his come on my hand, could feel the wetness of it as it coated his stomach, his chest. I groaned, my body tensing, my cock pulsing in his ass, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

I collapsed onto the bed beside him, my body slick with sweat, my breath coming in short gasps. He turned to me, his eyes shining with satisfaction, with pride. I reached out, my hand moving to his cheek, my thumb brushing against his lips.

"Fuck, Jake," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. "That was... that was incredible."

He smiled, his hand moving to my cheek, his thumb brushing against my lips. "I know," he murmured. "It always is with you, Zach. It always is."

I smiled, my eyes closing, my body relaxing into the bed. I knew I should feel guilty, knew I should feel bad about what we were doing, but I didn't. All I felt was satisfied, all I felt was content. And as I drifted off to sleep, Jake's body pressed against mine, I knew I wouldn't change a thing.