Dad was standing before the mirror in his bathroom, holding up his iPhone to take a selfie, an impish smile on his bearded face, his big dick bulging through his shorts. His muscular, inked body was on full display, his chest covered in a sexy fanning of salt and pepper fur. It wasn’t easy having a sexy DILF for a father but, in such moments, I wasn’t about to complain. “Taking a selfie, Dad?” I asked, entering his bathroom.
“Christ, Tyler,” he startled. “Don’t you ever knock? I thought you were going out tonight, hitting that new gay bar with your buddies?”
“Nah, I’m more in the mood for some Netflix tonight,” I replied, my eyes consuming Dad’s body. “So, what’s the selfie for? You trying to tempt Linda with a booty call tonight?”
“No,” Dad snapped the selfie and then quickly pocketed his phone. “Linda and I are done, and I need to upload a profile photo on a dating app that I just downloaded. I need to get laid tonight.”
“I hear you,” I laughed, stopping myself from offering up my ass to him. “I’m sorry about Linda,” I offered feebly, though I wasn’t sad to see her go.
“She was a fuckin’ bitch,” Dad laughed. “I’m better off without her. There’s plenty of other fish in the sea.”
“I know you don’t like hearing this from your gay son—but you’re hot as fuck,” I shared. “You’ll have no problem scoring pussy on that app.”
“Yeah—we can only hope,” Dad smiled, retrieving his phone from his pocket again. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to upload this selfie.”
“Do you need help?” I offered. “Some of those dating apps can be difficult to use. Is it Tinder or Bumble or—”
“I think I’ve got it,” Dad interrupted. “You have a good night, Tyler,” he dismissed me, clearly eager to get his dick wet that evening.
Five minutes later, I was stretched out in my bedroom, scrolling through Netflix, when Dad appeared in the doorway. “I can’t get this fucking photo to upload to my profile,” Dad smirked, handing his phone to me.
“Dad—this is Grindr,” I gasped, looking at his phone screen. “Since when do you fuck guys?”
“Uh—since about a week ago,” Dad admitted sheepishly. “I fucked this one young guy who hit on me at the gym.”
“Did you fuck him at the gym—like in the sauna?”
“Jesus, no,” Dad spat. “I fucked him in the parking lot, in my truck. Look, let’s not make a big deal outta this. I need to get laid on the regular and fucking an easy gay dude is far easier than trying to get some bitch to spread her legs for me.”
“I agree completely,” I nodded. “I just wish you’d have told me that you’re fucking guys.”
“What I do in my bed is none of your fuckin’ business, son,” Dad spat. “Now are you gonna help me with this damn profile pic or not?”
In the span of thirty seconds, I showed Dad how to upload a photo to Grindr. “You’re welcome,” I called out sarcastically as Dad ripped his phone from my hand and wordlessly sauntered back to his bedroom. Five minutes later, he appeared once again.
“The app says this one power bottom is thirty feet away,” Dad thrusted his phone in my face, the Grindr grid box on his screen looking like some fucked-up version of the Brady Bunch. “Do you think this guy is Frank’s son next door? Is he even eighteen? And what the fuck is a power bottom?”
“That’s not Frank’s son who is the power bottom—it’s me,” I admitted. “I logged onto Grindr to check out your profile. You really should mention that you’re hung like fuck. You’ll get more hits.”
“Will do,” Dad noted. “Wait a minute—how do you know that I’m hung? You’ve never seen me hard.”
“Well, I’ve seen you getting out of the shower with a chubby plenty of times,” I confessed. “And Mom once told me that birthing me was a walk in the park compared to taking your huge cock.”
“She never could take my big one,” Dad laughed to himself, staring at Grindr again. “But hang on a minute—you never told me why your profile says that you’re a power bottom. What is that?”
“A power bottom is a guy who likes being fucked for a prolonged period—often rough, and often by multiple guys in one session,” I enlightened my father.
“Christ,” Dad scrunched up his face. “That was too much information, son. I’m sorry I asked. Just do me a favor and log off Grindr, okay? I don’t need to be hitting up my son for sex.”
“Would fucking my ass be so bad?” I jokingly called out as Dad disappeared down the hallway.
I was still scrolling through Netflix when Dad appeared in my doorway just moments later. “I’m chatting with this one guy who says he wants my big cock, but he keeps asking for more body and dick pics, even though he hasn’t unlocked his photos for me.”
“Block him,” I advised my dad. “He’s a pic collector. He’s just trying to get a bunch of your pics.”
“Why?” Dad asked naively.
“He has no intention of hooking up with you—or anyone, for that matter,” I explained. “He just wants to jack off to your pics.”
“Jesus,” Dad rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’m blocking the fucker.”
Ten minutes later, Dad was back in my room again. “What are poppers?” he wanted to know. “This guy I’m chatting with is down to fuck, but only if I have some poppers. What is that?”
“It’s a smooth muscle relaxant that you inhale from a small bottle,” I educated Dad. “It’s a form of huffing.”
“Huffing?” Dad spat. “Oh hell no. I’m not gonna hookup with some strung-out druggie.”
“It’s not like that, Dad,” I tried to explain. “Many guys like to—”
But Dad was already down the hallway again, retreating to his room with his phone in his hand, the sound of Grindr pinging over and over again. I returned my attention to Netflix once more.
“What is gen?” Dad poked his head into my room a few minutes later as I was just starting to get into a show. “This one guy said he’ll let me fuck his ass if I’m gen. What the fuck is that? Is he asking if I’m Gen X? Because, I was born in—”
“Dad,” I cut him off. “He wants to know if you’re generous—if you’ll pay to have sex with him.”
“Absolutely not,” Dad spat. “I’m not paying for something that I can get for free. Shit, with my big dick—that little fucker should be offering to pay me for sex.”
“Okay—calm down, Dad,” I raised my open palm. “Look—it seems like you’re having a hard time navigating Grindr. And that’s okay. It can take a little while to get the hang of it. In the meantime, why don’t you just fuck my ass?”
“That is off the table, Tyler,” Dad protested. “My dick made you—it’s not going inside you. That’s called incest.”
“Incest?” I laughed. “What—are you worried that you’re going to impregnate me with a mutant baby? Don’t be crazy, Dad. There are many fathers out there who enjoy giving it to their adult sons. There’s a whole genre of gay porn dedicated to it.”
“Well, that’s not for me,” Dad spat, turning on his heels to retreat to his bedroom once more. “I’m not fucking my own son.”
Dad was still in his room over an hour later when I closed out Netflix and started to get ready for bed. I could still hear Grindr pinging intermittently from his room, but it was now after midnight and things appeared to be slowing down for Dad. I felt bad for the guy. He desperately wanted to get his big dick wet that night. Instead, he would likely end up rubbing one out while alone in bed.
But then I heard Dad’s heavy footsteps in the hallway again. What would it be this time—a question about felching or maybe what the abbreviation DP stood for? Nothing could have prepared me for what Dad really wanted.
“I’m done with this Grindr shit for tonight,” Dad tossed his phone onto my bed table, his big dick straining against the front of his shorts. “You win, Tyler. I’ll fuck your ass.”
“You—you’re serious?” I stammered, thinking I must be dreaming. “You sure that you—?”
“Hurry up and let’s do this before I change my mind,” Dad barked, pulling off his shorts, his huge cock already at full mast. He was easily north of nine inches and thicker than my wrist. “You got any lube around here?” he scanned the bed table.
“There’s lube in the drawer,” I directed, stripping down and positioning myself on all fours atop the bed. “Just slather up and shove it in me.”
“No—not like that,” Dad insisted, greasing up his big dick, pumping it with his fist. “I’m not gonna fuck you doggy—I want you to ride it for me. If you want my nut, I’m gonna make you work for it.”
“I’m game for that,” I smiled, straddling Dad as he laid himself flat upon the bed, his muscular arms propped behind his head, his big dick reaching for the ceiling. “You just relax and enjoy the ride,” I winked.
“Fuuuuck,” Dad exhaled as I sat upon his big cock, my hands resting upon his hairy pecs. “Jesus, I needed a warm cunt like this.”
“Christ, you’re thick,” I winced, my sphincter straining to accommodate his massive girth as I moved down his shaft, a fireman sliding down a pole. It felt like I was being fisted—by Popeye.
“It’s a hole stretcher,” Dad gloated, his hands moving to my hips as I finally hit bottom, his balls mashed against my sphincter. “Yeah, take it all the way,” he encouraged. “Damn, no bitch has ever been able to take me balls deep.”
“I think you’ll find I’m capable of many things that a bitch can’t do,” I taunted as I began to raise and lower myself upon Dad’s lap, his big cock gliding in and out of my talented hole.
Dad licked his lips, allowing his hips to get into the action, rising and falling, matching my rhythm. I began to pick up the pace, riding him harder like a kid on a pogo stick. I clenched my anus, gripping him from within, essentially jacking him inside my fuck canal.
“Yeah, ride this big cock,” Dad encouraged, his thick fingers digging into my sides, his pelvis pounding me harder. “Take this big, fuckin’ dick.”
He was getting me deep as I rode him hard, pushing further into my void than any cock had before. His big dick was battering my bowels, slamming up against my inner-sphincter, on the precipice of breaching it.
“I felt that,” Dad observed as his cock head suddenly pushed through the portal to my inner chamber—that deepest recess in which only the largest of cocks can find shelter. Instinctively, my eyes rolled back into my head. Dad had brought me to nirvana.
“You’re so fucking deep,” a tantric voice from within me cried as a switch was flipped. Automatically, without control, I began to ride Dad hard. Emboldened, he got into the action, pounding me mercilessly, his hairy balls slapping my ass. The sensation of fullness inside of me was overwhelming.
“You’re rock hard,” Dad observed, staring down at my cock. My rigid rod was striking his furry abs repeatedly, my precum pooling in his navel. “I must be getting you good.”
“I—I think I’m gonna cum,” I announced urgently, riding Dad like a bucking bronco as my own cock began to swell and throb. “I’m gonna bust.”
“Let it out, son,” my dad demanded. “Shoot your load.”
“FUCK,” I gasped as my pearly cum went airborne, launching from my throbbing cock and fanning out upon my dad’s hairy chest.
“That’s it, Tyler, shoot that hot load on me,” Dad reveled in the warm rain upon his furry body, matting his chest hair, flooding the crevices between his abs.
Even the straightest of men will get rock hard at the sight of another dude blowing his wad—the ubiquitous money shot. Men are hardwired to get aroused by the sight of an ejaculation, an innately primal act intended to propagate his lineage by depositing his seed into a fertile hole. Though my own hole was certainly not fertile, my dad was ready to breed it after witnessing my money shot.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Dad warned, my sphincter still pulsing around the base of his cock, my body still in the throes of an amazingly intense orgasm. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he shared through gritted teeth, trying in vain to hold back his wad.
“Breed me,” I begged, my hands digging into his hairy chest, bracing myself for impact. “Seed my fucking hole.”
“You’re about to get it,” Dad assured me, his body convulsing beneath me, his massive cock throbbing in my depths. “I’m so fucking close—Here it comes—OH FUCK—OH SHIT—FUCK—FUCK.”
Instantly, a warmth consumed my bowels as Dad’s big dick unleashed a torrent within me, flooding my guts. Over and over, his cock spewed his seed into my void—the seed that once made me now swimming in my depths. Sharing in his orgasm, a man’s most sacred act, I never felt closer to my father.
“Fuck—I’m too sensitive now,” Dad pushed me off his big cock as soon as his orgasm completed. His dick flopped audibly against his hairy thigh as his load gushed from my wrecked hole.
Leaning forward, I sucked his cummy cock clean, his delicious ambrosia upon my lips. “Mmm, you taste good,” I moaned, my tongue then traveling north, lapping up my own load from Dad’s furry chest and abs.
“Gimme a taste of us,” Dad craned his head towards me, our lips meeting passionately, our commingled loads swirling between our tongues. “We taste good together,” Dad noted, licking his lips as we parted.
“Sorry, Dad,” I apologized, looking down at his furry body that was matted with sweat, cum, and saliva. “I’ve made a mess of you.”
“It’s nothing that a good, hot shower can’t handle,” Dad noted, rising from the bed, his spent dick dripping one last drop of cum as he ambled to my bathroom.
Instantly, I heard Dad turning on the shower water, clouds of steam soon billowing from the bathroom. Blissfully, I balled up a pillow beneath me upon the bed, reveling in the warmth of Dad’s load within me.
I was nearly asleep when Dad sauntered back to my bed after his shower, his big cock hanging full between his hairy thighs. He picked up his phone from the bed table and immediately opened up Grindr.
“Don’t tell me you’re seriously looking for another ass to fuck?” I asked incredulously.
“I’m not looking for me,” Dad gave a devious smile. “I’m looking for you. I want to find a few more hung tops to come over here and join me for round two. Let’s see how much of a power bottom you are, son.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
