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Everyone is 18+ and Consenting Adults, Fiction.

My son Vern was the first person to tell me my wife was cheating on me. I was mad at first. We married young but I had given her everything. I had no clue she was unhappy and was looking for something else. I thought we had a good marriage. I even tried forgiving her. Then it happened again. I couldn’t stay with her anymore. I needed to set a good example for my son. He had just started college and didn’t like that I had to go through this alone. Leaving her was the right thing to do, though I was sad my marriage failed, Vern was there for me. 

“I never liked her.” My son said. “I’m glad she’s gone.”

“Vern! She’s still your mother.”

“So, she didn’t deserve you. She was always in the way.”

“In the way?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah. Every time we tried to do something she always wanted to tag along.”

“Vern, we were a family. We did stuff together like a family.”

“Well, I didn’t like it.” He said and gave me a big hug. His lean body wrapped around me as he held me tight. I liked it. I haven’t been hugged in a while.

He breathed in my scent. “New cologne?” He asked still embracing me.

“Yeah, I decided to try something different.”

“I like it!” He said, taking a deep breath at my neck. It gave me goosebumps and I slowly let down my arms.

His university was only two hours away so he wanted to spend more time with me. I liked it so I kept my mouth shut. I thought he should spend more time at school and with his friends. On the weekends he would come home and cook for me. He even started doing my laundry. I’ve been hitting the gym and he didn’t seem to have any trouble handling my dirty, sweaty gym clothes. 

Then one night he entered my bedroom. He said he couldn’t sleep and asked if he could share my bed. I was half asleep and instinctively moved over to make room for him. When I woke I could feel his warm body heat right next to me. I opened my eyes and saw he was sound asleep right against my side. He was in just a pair of his 2(x)ist briefs. They were white and hugged tightly to his 20-year-old frame.

I got up to make coffee and I guess the smell woke him up. “Mmm, coffee!” He said, walking into the kitchen wiping his sleepy eyes.

“Oh, so now my college boy just walks around in his underwear?” I said, looking at his bulge in his tiny little briefs.

“Your ‘college boy’ has become a caffeine fiend.” He looked around the kitchen and said, “Haven’t you noticed how nice and quiet it is now…”

“It can also feel lonely.” I added.

“Well, I’m here now.” Vern told me as he walked up and wrapped his arms around me. His nude upper body felt welcoming. “I’ll keep you company!”

“Thanks, I love having you home.” I said, hugging his toned body back. 

In the middle of the next night, I found Vern back in my bed, sleeping snuggled up next to me. I felt his stiff, heated cock against my thigh. His leaking boner smeared his sticky precum across my bare leg. I don’t know why I got hard but I did, achingly hard. I attempted to fall back asleep but all I could think about was how my son might blow a nocturnal load on my thigh at any moment.  

I reach my hand down. I don’t know why but I needed to feel him. I wanted to touch my son’s hard erection. His length felt like a solid 7 inches. His mushroom head was soft and wet from all the juices he was producing. I moved on my side; our hard, clothed wet cocks pressed into each other. I heard my son move around and I quickly closed my eyes worried he was waking up.

“Oh Dad, you haven’t been taken care of in a while, have you?” He moaned. “Don’t worry I’m here now.” He says and his hand quickly goes to my package. I sighed, but I kept my eyes closed. When his hand reaches into my underwear and grips my swollen, throbbing pole, my eyes pop open. He’s looking at me in the quiet room while he fists my dick, making eye contact with me. He has a smile on his face as he pumps my cock.

I don’t know what to do, I’m frozen. My dick feels too good. It doesn’t want me to move away from his tender hand. He lowers my underwear and I still do nothing. He pushes his underwear down and I still don’t say a thing. He brings our two schlongs together, grinds his slippery hard-on against my horny cock. “Oh, fuck son! That feels so fucking good.” I finally shout out.

“I know Dad. Your balls are so full. They need me.”

“Yea, son…Yes son, I need you.” I say humping into his thrusting cock. Then he let’s go “No!” I whine, shocked at the sound of my deprived voice. To feel someone touch me is what I’ve been missing for so long. I think of my needs as Vern lowers down and engulfs my leaking cock. “Ohhh…”

I don’t stop, I can’t stop him. He’s my son but his mouth feels too good. He’s skilled and he wants it. I can’t deny it. His enthusiasm is about to send me over. I tell him. Does he want his dad cumming in his mouth? His answer is no.

“You need more than a mouth Dad. Your cock needs to fuck!” He tells me as he gets off the bed. I watch him, naked and hard. He’s beautiful. I don’t move. He picks something off the floor, a bottle. 

He opens it and pours the clear liquid into his palm. When he reaches his hand behind his back and lowers it into his crack I say, “No, Vern. No, we can’t”

“Yes, Dad. Yes we can. Yes we are.” He comes back to the bed and reaches for my hard dick with his lubed hand.

I’m about to protest some more but his hand feels too good. I never imagined fucking my own son. But now it’s about to become a reality. I don’t do anything but lay there.

I’m on my back and Verm moves to straddle me. I’m looking at his slim, beautifully long penis as he sinks down. A bit of precum is leaking from his pink, plump cockhead. He holds his ass cheeks apart as he searches for my erection. “Hold your cock up, Dad.” He tells me and I do. He smiles knowing I just non-verbally consented to me fucking him.  

I feel my glans push against his opening. My cock slides into his asshole all the way. His tight walls grip my shaft as I bottom out. He doesn’t waste time. He rides me like he’s starring in a rodeo and my rod is the bucking bronco. His hands grip my bare chest and he goes wild squeezing my fatty pecs. I feel like this fuck is as much for his needs as it is for mine.

“Yes Dad, give it to me! Use me. Fuck my hole!” Vern cries. I shove my meat deep into him. I fuck him as hard as he is fucking himself on my cock.

It has been too long. His tight, velvety grip is about to send me over. I open my mouth to say something, to tell him I’m cumming. But no words come out. Vern leans down and finds my mouth. His tongue slips right in and down my throat. I grab his hips and hammer my meat a few more times before I cum. I orgasm as my only child French kisses me. I felt like I cummed forever. My body exploded and a warm feeling washed over me. I forgot what a good orgasm felt like. I filled my son’s ass, dumping all I had into him. Breeding my son’s raw ass. 

Vern kept riding my spent, but hard cock. He leaned away from my mouth and grabbed his pointy red rocket. He fisted himself as he fucked himself on my penetrating cock. He pinched one nipple and I could tell he was about to cum. His pink nutsack tightened up and his piss hole widened. I couldn’t look away. He cried out, calling me daddy as he cummed.

A shower of white, watery cum flew from his pumped dick. His juicy load painted my torso. I watched as each heated blast landed on my chest. “Oh…Oh..” I found myself shouting. Another painfully wonderful orgasm rocked through my spasming body and my sensitive hard erection. “Fuck!” I cried out as I dumped another load into him. My son smiled with heavy eyes and ecstasy all over his face. His rocking slowed until it completely stopped. He leaned back down and kissed me again with more passion that a father and son should probably have. Post-nut clarity was hitting me, thankfully my son’s tongue was filling my mouth.

I had no words for what to say. I couldn’t believe what just happened. I have never had two orgasms this close together. I have never cummed this intense in my life. My cock was spent but still throbbing from the memories of what just happened. I just fucked my own son. My cock had just slid out of his asshole. My cum was dripping onto my crotch. Vern, my son’s cum pressed between our beating hearts and chests. My son was a great kisser. I wrapped my arms around him as we made out like needy lovers.

We fell asleep entangled into each other’s arms. “Next time we need to clean our mess before we fall asleep. Fuck, we made a mess, A very sticky, dried, mess.” Vern says, his head resting on my chest. His breath stiffening my nipple early the next morning.

“Um…” Is all I managed to get out.

“Come on, lets shower. I’ll take care of your morning wood in there.” Vern tells me holding my erection in his fingers.. I don’t say anything and let him lead me to the bathroom. My hard cock swings back and forth on the way. I look down at my solid prick and picture my son’s lips wrapped around it with his hungry, loving eyes looking up at me.

“Yeah, thanks. I’d love that son.”   

Everyone is 18+ and Consenting Adults, Fiction.

My dad’s younger brother, Uncle Alby, was staying with us for the summer at our beach house. Dad’s baby brother lived on the East Coast so we didn’t see him very often. I was going to have to share a room with him which I wasn’t excited about. But it was a three-bedroom cottage and my 18-year-old sister and parents weren’t going to share. My mother did not like my idea of him sleeping on the couch for the summer. My room also had two twin beds in it. So, Uncle Alby was sleeping with me. 

The first time I noticed it, I didn’t think much about it. We were at the beach. My dad and I were lying on our towels and my mother and sister were playing in the waves. Uncle Alby was walking the shore and started making his way towards us. I think my dad was asleep and my uncle probably thought I was too since I had sunglasses on. He stopped and stared at our feet for a moment, adjusted his crotch, and then lay down on his towel. 

When I realized my uncle was a kinky fuck, was when we were all sitting on the couch. My dad’s and my bare feet were on the coffee table as we watched a baseball game. The women were out antique shopping. I lay down and put my feet on my dad’s lap, something I have been doing since I was little. My dad subconsciously wrapped his hand around one and started massaging it.

I relaxed into my dad’s touch. My dad was focused on the game and I think my uncle thought I was too. Because out of the corner of my eye I saw my uncle staring. Like on the beach he was checking out my feet. He casually adjusted himself. I swore I saw a bulge growing in his shorts. He moved a throw pillow over his lap. My uncle was definitely getting off on my dad massaging my feet. 

During a commercial break my dad looked down at my feet and kneaded my arch deeper. “Ouch,” I laughed. I kicked him in the family jewels and felt his heavy balls and cock on my heel. He laughed and moved my feet to his thigh.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” My uncle said, standing up. He had the pillow in front of him. As he turned around, he tossed the pillow back on the couch. He left my dad and me alone. I looked at my dad to see if he also thought my uncle was acting strange. The game was back on and his focus went back to the television. 

Dad moved my feet back to his lap and I felt his fat, bulbous cockhead brush my foot. I told my dad I think Uncle Alby had a thing for feet. He laughed and looked at me. I told him about the beach and what just happened.

Laughing, my dad lies side by side with me on the couch and sticks his 13” feet in my face. “So, you think your uncle likes my feet.” He said, wiggling his toes in front of my face. I grab his feet so he doesn’t accidentally shove a toe up my nose.

“You do have manly feet.” I joked. His feet are big and look like the feet of a stud. I rubbed my hand across the furry patch of hair on top of his foot and then took his big toe and wrapped my fingers around it.

“Unlike you.” He smiles, massaging my feet. “Soft, like a baby. What size, 10?”

“Yup.” I wiggle and massage his feet like he was doing with mine.

My father and I have always been close; some may say too close. We joke and horse around a lot. It drives my mom crazy. We were maybe too comfortable with each other. We changed in front of each other, never shy about nudity. We would hit the gym, shower, and chat the whole time. Many times, we would hang out with each other while the other showered. My sister thought it was weird. 

My dad taught me the birds and the bees. He bought me my first condoms and excitedly introduced me to lube. So, lying on the couch and massaging each other’s feet wasn’t anything unusual. We have jokingly given each other ball checks and slapped each other’s bare ass countless times. So, feeling his dick on my bare feet didn’t have me jumping up, screaming, and running out of the room.

“I love my baby brother but we weren’t close growing up. I think it was the age difference.” He told me, holding my feet close to his chest.

“We have a big age difference.” I said, trying to knead his arch like he did with mine. I liked it and wanted him to feel how good a foot massage was. I think I’m gonna want more of them.

“I was a stupid teenager then; I was a cool adult when I had you.” He kissed my foot like a loving father. “He lives so far away. I’m hoping he’ll come and spend more summers out here with us.”

“Maybe if you wiggle your hairy feet in his face, he’ll want to come to the beach with us more often.” I joked. I leaned down like I was going to kiss his foot like he did with mine. Instead, I give it the wettest lick I could muster. I left a quick streak of saliva on his hairy daddy foot. 

He pulls his foot away from my face. “Gross!” he said with a chuckle, sitting up. He wipes his foot and gets up. “I’m getting a Coke. Want one?”

“Sure.” I said with a big laugh.

On the way to the kitchen, he turned back to me. “Hey, maybe he likes your pretty feet more. You are sharing a room with him. If you wake up with something sticky on your feet, let me know!”

“Shut up!” I shouted as he turned into the kitchen.

That night I had a dream my uncle was standing at the end of my bed. His dick was out and his hand was wrapped around his girth. He was aiming his boner at my bare feet. He was grunting as he fisted his hard-on. I was frozen but hard as a rock watching him. He moaned and then ribbons and ribbons of jizz flew from his cock and covered my feet. He kept cumming. It didn’t stop and I was getting covered in his warm goo. I felt my own orgasm approaching. But then I woke up. 

I was hard and my dick was aching. It was morning and the sun was leaking through the curtains. I turned to my uncle, who was still asleep. His sheets were barely covering him. Smooth tan skin exposed to the early light. He liked to sleep in just his underwear. I kept my t-shirt on; his was on the floor by his bed. He wore expensive white boxer briefs. He had a peach-shaped ass and I could tell he did a lot of squats when he worked out. The rest of his body was nicely toned.

That day nothing happened but I watched him closely. I stayed barefoot all day and gave my uncle every chance to stare. The next day is when things got fun. The women went to the movies and then the spa. They let the men fend for themselves. We ordered pizza and watched movies. In between movies I went to my parents’ bathroom and grabbed my mom’s small bottle of baby oil. 

“Dad, I noticed your feet have been hurting. I get it; I got flat feet too.” I said, sitting down beside him.

“What?” He asked, about to start the next movie.

“Let me massage your feet for you like you always do for me.” I said, opening the small bottle. I poured the oil into my hand and grabbed his foot. My dad looked at me like he wanted to say something but he kept his mouth shut. I moved to the coffee table in front of him. I put his feet on my lap and rubbed my oily hands all over his big, hairy feet.

My uncle just sat there with a plate of pizza on his lap. I tried not to stare but I had to see his reaction. His mouth was hanging open, focused on my dad’s feet. I took one of my dad’s feet and concentrated on working the oil into his arch and in-between his toes. 

“Do the other foot. It’s getting jealous.” My dad said with a smirk. He moved his deprived foot to my chest and smeared oil on my t-shirt.

“Dad! You got oil on my shirt.” I yelled, moving his foot back to my lap. He smiled; he knew what he was doing.

“Hey, Uncle Alby, come over here and help me. I’ll get one foot and you’ll get the other.” I said, moving my dad’s leg towards Uncle Alby.

“I don’t think…no I…” Uncle Alby said and I saw my dad wiggling his toes at him.

I moved over on the coffee table, making room for my uncle. I put my dad’s foot on my lap and pulled off my shirt. “If it stains, you are buying me a new one.”

“I got oil on your crotch. Are you going to take off your shorts too?” My dad laughed and I really thought about it.

“Nah, these are my gym shorts.” I said. Dad had his left leg raised, waiting for my uncle to sit down. I guess Uncle Alby couldn’t resist and got up and sat down next to me.

My dad put his foot right on my uncle’s crotch. Uncle Alby quickly lifts my dad’s foot and just holds it. I bet my dad felt my uncle’s chubby before he moved his foot. I’ll have to ask him later.

I added more oil to my palm and handed the bottle to Uncle Alby. He sat my dad’s foot on his thigh and took the bottle. I knew he was into it and loved it. I coated my dad’s foot in the baby oil as I worked on my dad like a masseur. My dad smiled and leaned back. He put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. I guess that gave my uncle the courage to start massaging his bare foot.

I think it was more like he was making love to my dad’s foot with his fingers than massaging them. It was like a need he had that he finally got to fulfill. I found it kind of hot watching my uncle run his fingers all over my dad’s hairy foot. I felt my cock growing under my dad’s foot. I glanced at my dad and definitely saw a growing bulge in his shorts. He was getting hard like I was and I wondered what condition my uncle’s dick was in.

I nudged my uncle’s shoulder. He looked at me and I nodded my head towards my dad’s lap. “Ohhh.” He said, looking at my dad’s junk.

“Ssh!” I said, quietly. My dad had a huge tent in his shorts and we noticed a leaking wet spot growing in his gray gym shorts.

My dad moved his foot down to my uncle’s crotch and I saw his erection stretching his own shorts. My dad rubbed his heel across Uncle Alby’s boner. My dad was holding in a smirk and my uncle was quietly holding in his moans. 

I thought about pulling my dick out. It was so hard and aching in its tight confines. Would my uncle freak? I was ready to jack my cock skin to skin with my dad’s foot. Would my dad think I was taking things too far? 

I heard a moan escape my dad’s mouth. He bit down on his finger as his foot pressed into my boner and his other foot stroked my uncle’s cock. The atmosphere in the room changed from joking to seriousness. My uncle was humping into my dad’s foot and my dad was thrusting his hips.

Things quickly changed when I heard laughter outside. The women were home and walking up the driveway. Dad and Uncle Alby jumped from their seats. I stood as well. Shock was on their faces and hard cocks between their legs. I got up and put my shirt back on. I pushed them down the hall and led them to the bedroom Uncle Alby and I were sharing.

With the bedroom door closed, I heard my mother and sister enter the house. They said they were going to shower and afterwards they would watch a movie. The women never asked about us or wondered where we were. I turned towards the men. They were standing there, cock’s still hard as ever. A leaking wet spot was still on Dad’s shorts. Uncle Alby was panting. None of our cocks had gone down.

 I heard the shower turn on down the hall. I dropped my shorts, freeing my hard boner. Dad followed me without a second thought. We turned towards Uncle Alby, pointing our hard peckers at him, like we were teasing him or testing him. Uncle Alby looked shocked. I gave a little giggle and thrusted my dick towards him. My dad rubbed his bare foot over mine and my uncle let out a loud moan.

My uncle gets down on his knees. This was going to happen. My dad leaned against me and lifted his foot. He takes it to my uncle’s face and rubs it across his cheek. Uncle Alby takes my dad’s foot and breathes it in. He doesn’t hold back and my dad holds on to me for balance. I watch as my uncle makes love to my dad’s foot and catch him lowering his waistband passed his balls, freeing his erection. His hard-on is stiff and shiny. His dick is thick with a fat mushroom head, deep red.

We were all naked from the waist down, all of us with big beautiful cocks waiting to be touched. I needed to cum so bad and I’m sure the other guys felt the same way. “Lie down on the floor.” I heard my dad say next to me, not sure if he was talking to me or my uncle. I looked at him and he was staring at my uncle. My dad puts his foot down and my uncle lies on the floor taking the rest of his shorts off. “We need to hurry before the women finish their showers.” My dad added.

My dad and I stood over my uncle and I let my dad take the lead. First, he rubbed his foot all over my uncle’s body, across his stomach and down to his thighs. He moves his foot under my uncle’s shirt. I bet he was running his bare foot across my uncle’s firm, erect nipples. I take my foot and run it across my uncle’s body as well.

My dad moves his foot to my uncle’s lips and Uncle Alby takes it into his mouth instantly. It was a hot scene to watch. It was hotter watching my dad’s powerful cockhead leaking like a faucet, clear juice dripping from his pisshole. My uncle was squirming around on the floor. His hard meat slapping against the wind. I moved my foot and rested it on his hot boner. He humped into my smooth arch. 

“Get my foot nice and wet.” My dad said, as Uncle Alby slobbered all over it.

I took my cock from my uncle’s throbbing dick and brought it to his face. He took both of our feet together, stuffing our big toes into his mouth. His wet tongue circled around our toes and I felt his saliva run down my foot. Dad leaned into me again and we helped each other balance as Uncle Alby licked our feet covering us in his spit. Shivers ran up and down my spine. I didn’t realize how much I loved my foot being played with.

“Ok, Let’s get your uncle off.” My dad said, moving his foot.

“Fuck Dad.” I said, surprised he would say that but also sure that was where things were going.

My dad takes his wet foot and runs it along my uncle’s long hard cock. I do the same and we stroke my uncle’s hard-on, side by side. My uncle moans loudly and my dad shushes him. My uncle bites his finger and humps his boner as it slides between our slick feet. 

I gasp when my dad takes my dick in his hand and starts to stroke it. Shocked but loving the feel of his strong hand wrapped around my tender length. I waste no time and reach for my dad’s impressive hard-on. He’s leaking so much. My hands slides across his veiny cock, easily.

“I’m close!” I quietly grunt out.

“Cum on my feet.” Uncle Alby cries, below us.

“It’ll get on the floor.” I said, feeling the heat building in my spine.

“Who cares?” My dad said as his stiff erection slides in my hand. “I’m about to nut too!”

We move in unison over my uncle’s bare feet. My dad and I lean into each other as we jack each other off, giving each other so much pleasure. He was grunting right into my ear and I shook as I felt my balls about to burst. My uncle takes his cock into his fist and hammers his dick, waiting for us to splooge all over him.

“Oh god, Dad. I’m gonna cum!” He aims my cock down and we bend our knees, ready to explode.

“Ye-s, let’s nut on your uncle’s filthy feet.” Dad grunted.

“Cum on my feet. Oh god. Please, so fucking hot!” My uncle cries out and I watch his piss-hole swell and thick ribbons of jizz fly out of his cockhead.

“Fuck!” I shouted and orgasmed in my dad’s fast hand. Uncle Alby’s chest gets painted with his huge white load.

My first strong blast hits my dad in his hanging, furry balls. We try to move so my orgasm lands on my uncle’s feet. My uncle quickly lifts his feet to our crotches as my third and fourth rope blasts out. Cum hits my uncle’s lifted feet and I hear him moaning from the floor, loving my warm cream.

“Fuck, yeah. Keep your feet up, Alby. I’m gonna nut all over them.” My dad grunts and it was cool that my dad was about to cum from my hand, jacking him off. I stroked his cock faster as I felt his penis swell in my palm. White fire blasted from my dad’s big meat. Ropes hitting my uncle’s bare feet. “Yes! Yes!”

“Oh wow. Yes!” My uncle said and I see him take his stiff cock back into his hand. His hand is covered in his release. He lowers his legs and I let go of my dad’s spent dick. He moves his foot and plays with my uncle’s smooth balls with his toes. 

I’m still feeling a little horny and excited to see if my uncle could cum again so soon after his last orgasm. I know I couldn’t though right now I wish I could. I take my foot and run my toes through the juice covering my uncle’s feet. My dad’s thick batter and my creamy mess coats my toes and I bring them to my uncle’s ready lips.

He opens his mouth and sucks on my cummy toes. He moans and sucks hard as he fists his solid dick. My dad’s foot moves from my uncle’s round balls to the base of his cock. My uncle was about to blast another load. He was in heaven, licking up my foot, my dad stroking his hard cock as he hammered himself. “Oh! Yeah!” Uncle Alby mumbled and one powerful squirt of cum flew from his cockhead and landed on his belly button. The rest of his load filled his fist and coated his long shaft. 

We all were panting, looking at the mess we made. What have we just done? My dad’s sperm in my sticky fingers. My cum was dripping from my dad’s furry balls, some smeared on my uncle’s feet. I’m about to make a joke when I hear footsteps outside the bedroom door. I shut my mouth and my dad and uncle stare at the door. Did I lock it? 

Nothing happened and then we heard the women talking in the living room about what movie to watch. When I turned back to the guys, my dad was sucking on his fingers and my uncle had his hands behind his head, basking in his post-orgasm feelings.

“Well, son, I think you were right. Your uncle has a thing for feet.”

“Yup.” I take a deep breath. “I told you.”

“Hey, you guys seemed to enjoy it too.” My uncle said, from the floor.

“Come on. We better clean up. We’ll tell the girls we were napping.” My dad said, picking up his shorts.

“I think I actually need a nap.” My uncle said, sitting up.

“Me too.” I said, looking for my shorts.

“Haha, fine. You two rest.” My dad said and wiped his dirty foot against my uncle’s cheek before heading to the door. He slips out and my uncle stays on the floor, naked from the waist down.

“Hey Uncle Alby, you think you could jack me off using your feet later?” I asked, thinking I wasn’t done with this new thing between us.

“Fuck yeah!”

Part One Here

Everyone is 18+ and Consenting Adults, Fiction.

My dad shuts my bedroom door behind him and leaves me alone in my ‘funky’ smelling room. I get out of bed and pull off my soaked, cum-filled underwear. I use the dry side of my underwear and clean the stickiness off my plump dick. My pubes were also covered in my creamy load. I have always cummed huge loads. It was something I loved to watch happen as I jerked off. Cum would fly from my cock blasting my face or wherever I aimed. The cleanup was always a hassle but the orgasms were always amazing.

I agreed to take my dad to my doctor but I still wasn’t sure what the issue was. If it was anything like my dream the appointment was going to be interesting. I get dressed and clean up. I meet my dad in the living room. He’s pacing back and forth. He looks nervous.

“Everything ok, Dad?” I ask, entering the room.

“Uh…” He says turning towards me. “Not really. I don’t know why I need to go.” He wipes his forehead like he’s been sweating.   

“We don’t have to go.” I tell him, still not sure why we were going.

“No, we have to. I can’t take your mother’s nagging anymore.” He says, picking up his key fob. 

Mother’s in the front yard gardening and watching us as we leave like she couldn’t believe we were going to go. In the car, I could see sweat beads forming on my dad’s upper lip. “Dad, Dr. Richards is cool. I just saw him last week for my sports physical.” That was an interesting day but I wasn’t about to tell my dad about it.

“I hate doctors but I want to just get this over with.”

“No problem. We’ll go in, tell the doctor the issue, get help, and be on our way. Sounds good, Dad?”

“Yeah, let’s get this over with.”

I park the car and we go into the office. I check Dad in and we wait for them to call his name. I think about my dream last night. I’ve never cummed in my sleep before. It was the first time and with a really intense dream. I look over at my handsome father. He’s tall and muscular. His knee’s shaking and I squeeze his thick, warm thigh. 

The nurse calls my dad’s name and we’re brought into one of the rooms. We wait. “So, Dad when did you start walking around the house in just your underwear?” I ask, trying to distract him.

“What?” He glances, looking at me. “Oh, I knew your mother was outside gardening so I wasn’t worried about her complaining about me walking around half naked.”

“I thought perhaps that you wanted to flaunt all the effort you have been putting in at the gym.” I say to him. I get a chuckle out of him but he doesn’t respond because Dr. Richards enters.

The doctor says hi to my dad and then he sees me. A big smile grows on his face and I blush. “Mr. Anderson, what brings you in today?” He says, turning back to my dad. I sit down in the extra chair and wait for my dad to tell him.

“I didn’t want to come in but the wife is making me. I’m sure it’s not a big deal…”

“Why don’t you tell me and I’ll let you know if it’s a big deal or not.” Dr. Richards tells my dad. 

“Ok, so for the past few months the wife has said my ‘stuff’ has started to smell and taste different.” My dad says to him. I sit there listening and I feel a stir in my pants. Dr. Richards just listens. “She thinks something is wrong and won’t go down on me anymore.”

“Well, there could be a few reasons for the change and most aren’t a medical concern. Tell me has your diet changed recently?” The doctor asks, professionally.

“I’ve been trying to eat better. I cut sugar…”

“What about all the protein powder you have been taking?” I ask and they both look at me. I don’t know why but Dr. Richards looks down at my crotch and I quickly put my hands over my cock and balls. “Do you think that could be it?” 

“Could be.” He says to me and turns to my dad. “Mr. Anderson have you noticed a different smell to your ejaculate?”

“No, it just smells like cum to me.”

“Now, answer honestly, have you ever tasted your release?” He asks my dad and I was taken back by the question.

My dad quickly glances at me and says “No, never.”

“Never?” I blurt out. They both look at me and I feel my ears reddening.

“The reason I ask is because I’m curious if your ejaculate actually changed or if your wife just doesn’t want to perform fellatio on you anymore.” The doctor says with a little chuckle.

“I never thought about that…”

“There are a few things that you can do to help improve the taste of your release. Maybe we should start with that.”

“Yeah, but now I wonder if I try that the wife will lie and say it’s still disgusting.”

“You think Mom would do that?” I ask.

“I’m not gonna lie, son. Things haven’t been great between your mother and me. That’s why I agreed to this appointment. I didn’t want to piss her off any more.”

“I have an idea, it’s a little unorthodox. But I want to get a semen sample anyway, so two birds, one stone.

“What are you suggesting?” I ask, sitting up.

Dr. Richards glances at me then tells my dad, “I’ll give you a sample cup and have you take it to the bathroom.” He points to the adjoining bathroom door. “We’ll collect a sample and if you want you can taste it. It’s completely safe to do so. In a few weeks we’ll come back and test again and see if you notice a difference and then we’ll know.”

“Taste it?” My dad says looking between us. Dr. Richards looks at me like he wants me to say something.

“I can’t believe you never have. My girlfriend wouldn’t…you know…” I say, looking down at my crotch. My hands are still hiding my semi. “She said if she was gonna ‘take it’ I needed to know what it tastes like.”

“Modern girls.” My dad says, shaking his head. “Ok, Doctor give me the cup.”

Dr. Richards gets a sample cup out of his cabinet. It looks just like a urine sample cup. He tells my dad to use the bathroom and we’ll give him some privacy. Once my dad closes the bathroom door Dr. Richards tells me to follow him. He takes me to the next room. The door needs a passcode. We enter and he tells me to be quiet.

It’s a medical room and I notice a small door in the middle of the wall. I know what this is. I have sent urine samples through doors like this before. He opens it and I can see little gaps peeking into the bathroom. I get closer and can see my dad standing there with his pants down around his ankles and his amazing, hard cock in his hand.

I look at Dr. Richards and mouth “Oh fuck yeah!” I love having a doctor as prevy as me. I look back and watch my dad jack his big, beautiful cock. In one hand my dad’s holding the sample cup in the other he’s fisting his thick meat. I watch as he strokes his length over and over again. His swollen cockhead glistens with clear precum. He has his eyes closed as he pleasures himself. 

My growing dick stretches out my underwear needing to be released. Dr. Richards already has his hard, uncircumcised cock out. He watches me watching my dad. I pull my shorts down freeing my boner. I waste no time grabbing my hardon and stroke myself at the same speed as my dad’s fisting his fat cock. 

Dr. Richards, the horny guy he is, gets down on his knees and takes over the stroking of my 18-year-old dick. It let me completely focus on watching my hot father jack his long, veiny shaft. I know he’s close when he moves the cup in front of his pisshole. My dad tilts his head back and I watch as his whole body convulses through his orgasm. He aims for the cup and white strong blasts fill the clear cup. 

Dr. Richards wraps his lips around my cock and I bite my hand to hold in a moan. The last thing I want is for my dad to hear me in the next room. When my dad’s orgasm dies down I excitedly watch him stick his finger in the cup. He swirls his finger around the creamy batter and pulls it out. He sticks his finger in his mouth and I lose it. It looks like my dad likes the taste. 

I bite down harder on my hand as I feel my orgasm rush through me. My dad takes a second taste as I blast ropes after ropes of youthful cum into Dr. Richards’ mouth. He swallows my endless load as my dad closes the cup and wobbles to put his sample in the cubbyhole. I move out of the way to make sure my dad doesn’t see me on our side. Dr. Richards cleans my cock and licks his cummy lips. My dad cleans himself up and leaves the bathroom.

Dr. Richards gets up and swings the little cubbyhole around and grabs my dad’s cup. He has a pervy smile on his face as he opens the cup. I wait and watch, wondering what he has planned. I gasp when he lowers the cup and sticks his hard dick into my dad’s cum.

“Suck it. We need to hurry. I’m the only one who still hasn’t cummed.” He says, waving his cum-covered, hard cock at me.  

I smile and drop to my knees. I lick my dad’s juices off the doctor’s thick cock. My dad’s load tastes strong but so fucking good. His cum’s salty and acetic. I slide the doctor’s cock into my mouth as I taste more of my dad’s juicy load. I suck the doctor’s cock and work my magic on his uncut meat. I deep throat the doctor and soon his warm load fills my mouth. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Dr. Richards moans as he holds my head in place. His other hand holds the sample cup up to his nose. He breathes in my dad’s funky jizz, liking the delicious smell. 

I lick my lips and get off my knees. “Alright. Let’s go.” I say, pulling up my pants. Dr. Richards sets the cum down and walks to the door. Before I walk out, I stick my finger in my dad’s deposit. I scoop up some thick sperm and eat it. “It tastes good to me and smells just fine.”

“Yeah, I thought your dad’s cum was hella good too.” Dr. Richards smiles as we go back to my dad. 

Everyone is 18+ and Consenting Adults, Fiction.

I overheard Mom talking on the phone. I wasn’t sure who she was talking to but I heard her say “It’s gotten worse. It’s horrible and he isn’t doing anything about it.” I was a little concerned but I didn’t want Mom to know I was eavesdropping. 

I know my dad had leukemia as a kid and really hated doctors. I just didn’t know what was going on and I wanted to. One day I heard my parents arguing in their bedroom. I listened and heard my dad say, “It’s no big deal! Just leave it alone; I’m fine.”

“No, you aren’t. Something is wrong. It hasn’t always been like that; it’s disgusting.” My mom complained.

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is. You need to see a doctor!” My mom shouted. She walked out of the bedroom and ran into me. “You need to take your father to the doctors!” She said and walked away.

“Dad?” I said sticking my head into their room. He was in just a pair of loose-fitting pajama bottoms. His shirtless body was firm and muscular with defined six-pack abs on full display for me to stare at.

“It’s nothing.” He said, scratching his smooth, strong pecs and pointy, hard nipples. “But maybe we should make an appointment to shut your mother up.”

I left the room, happy that my dad was going to get whatever issue he had checked out. I found Mom in the kitchen. I knew she was upset because she made chamomile tea. “You need to get your father to make that appointment.” She said as she sipped from her mug.

“He just said he was going to make an appointment.” I told her.

“Good and you need to go with him.” She said, putting down her mug.

“Yeah, ok.”

“And you need to go into the room with him. I want to know what the doctor says from you, not your lying father.”       

“OK, Mom jeez. But what’s going on? Is Dad ok?” I asked.

“Your dad…well, he’s…, just go to the appointment!”

That was why I was sitting in a waiting room with my dad. His knee’s shaking and I put my hand over it. “It’s gonna be fine.” I tell him even though I have no idea what is going on.

“I know.” He says looking at me. “It’s no big deal. It’s ok. I just hate doctors.” He says, mostly to himself.

“Well, I’m here for you no matter what.”

“Thanks, Hugh. You’re the best.” My dad tells me patting my upper thigh with his cold clammy hand.

I try to distract my dad with conversations until the nurse calls us in. She asks if my dad was sure he wants me to go in with him. He tells her “yes” I needed to go in. She takes us to an exam room and it looks like my dad was about to pass out.

“Hey Dad, when did you start waxing your chest?” I ask, trying to distract him.

“Oh, I thought it would show off my muscles better.” He says, rubbing his hairless chest through his shirt. “The other guys at the gym are all doing it.”

“Well, it’s working…” I say when the door opens.

“Mr. Anderson, hi I’m Dr…Richards” He says then notices me. “Oh, your son came in with you.”

“Ah, yeah…” My dad starts to say.

“He was a little nervous. So, we thought it was a good idea I tagged along.” I tell him.

Dr. Richards smiles and looks down at his chart and says “It just says here ‘man issues’. Why don’t you tell me why we are here today?” He tells my dad as I sit down and watch them.

“Over the past few months, I have…been ejaculating a huge amount and my wife wants to know why. So, that’s why I came in. She made me.” My dad spits out. My mouth drops, shocked by what he just said.

“What!?” I say, standing. Dr. Richards and my dad both turn to look at me.

“I didn’t want to say anything cause I was worried you wouldn’t come in with me.” My dad says.

“Are you having any pain when you ejaculate?” Dr. Richards jumps right into it. I sit back down and try not to think about this personal topic.

“No, it’s just a lot.”

“Is it clear and liquidy or is it thick? Milky?”

“Both, I guess. I don’t know…” 

“Does it just pour out from your penis or does it shoot out?” Dr. Richards asks.

“Shoots, definitely shoots. Like to my face!” My dad says.

“Well…” Dr. Richard starts to say but I speak up.

“Um, that’s-that’s like me. Do I have a problem too?” I ask.

“What?” My dad quickly asks.

“No, if it has always been like that, it’s fine. Everybody is different.” He says to me. He turns to my dad and says “But I am a little concerned that this is new for you Mr. Anderson.”

My dad looks at me and says, “So, you like…” He gives the motion of jacking off “It like hits you in the face?”

“Um…not like all the time but it will if I don’t do it for a few days.” I say, feeling a bit weird sharing this but for the first time my dad doesn’t seem nervous and I’m glad I’m not the only one with this ‘issue’. 

“But like a lot?” He asks.

“Um, yeah.” I tell him. Dr. Richards is just looking between us. 

“Mr. Anderson have there been any lifestyle changes, lately?” He asks.

“Well, I started working out. I quit drinking and smoking. I have been eating a lot healthier.”

“That all could affect your ejaculation amount.” He tells my dad.

“And the antidepressants.” I add.

“Oh yeah, my psychiatrist has weaned me off my meds.”

“He has been on them since he was a teenager.” I also add.

“Well, that right there could have been the cause. How are you feeling getting off the medication?”

“Good. Working out helps and I see my psychiatrist once a week to be save.”

“That’s good to hear. Well, it looks like your body is just changing to your new lifestyle. To be safe I would like to get a blood sample and maybe a semen sample.”

“Uh…”

“Yes, Dad. Let’s check everything, just to make sure you really are ok.”

“Yeah, ok, Dr. Richards.”

“OK, I’ll be right back.” He says, and turns and walks out of the room.

“You doing ok, Dad?” I ask.

“Yeah, you really ejaculate as much as you said in front of the doctor or were you just trying to make me feel better?”

“Yeah, I never thought I would be sharing this with you but yes, I cum a lot.”

“Oh, ok, cool.” He says, taking a deep breath.

“So, Mom went crazy and made you come here because of…of…the amount of your load?”

“Yeah, she hates it. She doesn’t want to have sex with me anymore because of it.”

“Ok Dad, that’s too much information.”

My dad laughs and it’s good to hear. Earlier it looked like he was going to pass out and now he was joking with me. But all that changes when the doctor comes back with his supplies. I think my dad starts freaking out about getting his blood drawn.

When the doctor cleans my dad’s arm he closes his eyes and starts breathing hard. “So, Doctor Richards, how do you get a semen sample?” I ask. He looks between my dad and I and I think he realizes I’m trying to distract my dad.

“Well, your father is going to need to ejaculate in this cup here.” He says, tilting his head towards it. My dad opens his eyes to look at it.

“Dad, do you think you are gonna be able to fill up that cup?” I ask.

“I...I…” He mumbles.

“Oh, you don’t have to fill it up. Just a little will be fine.” He says as he is about to draw the blood.

“So, Dad? Am I just supposed to close my eyes while you do it in here?” I ask.

“In here?” He says looking at me. Dr. Richard just stuck the needle in.

“Well, you don’t want Mom asking questions or walking in on you while you do it, do you?” I add.

“I guess…” He says thinking but it helped distract him long enough for the doctor to finish drawing the blood.

“There, all done. Here’s the cup.” He says handing it to my dad and leaves the room with the blood.       

My dad looks at it in his hand and then he starts unzipping his pants. “Dad!’ I say as he’s about to pull out his dick.

“What?” He asks, looking around the room. 

“Nothing.” I say, when I see his dark curly pubes at the waistband of his tight underwear. I look at the door like I’m worried someone would try and come in. 

“I’ll hurry.” He tells me and I watch him pull out his chubby cock.  

“Ok…” I say, staring. His chest was so smooth but his pubes were so dense and bushy. I wonder what the guys at the gym think about his forest of a crotch.

My dad takes his floppy dick in his fist and pumps it a few times and that’s all it takes to get it rock hard. He unscrews the sample cup and sets it on his chest. He takes his cock back in his hand and starts fisting his stiff dick. He hammers his man-cock.

I was feeling uncomfortable. My heart was pounding in my chest and it wasn’t because my dad was masturbating right in front of me. It was because I was hard as granite. My boner is tenting my shorts. My cock was pumping precum, coating my dick in the sticky mess and soaking my underwear.

“Almost there…” My dad grunts. “Almost there!”

“Ohh! So, we are gonna do it in here?” The doctor says as we both turn towards him. He quickly comes in and shuts the door behind him. “I brought a sample cup for you Hugh, as well. I thought maybe it’d be a good idea to compare your guys’ samples.”

“Um, ok.” I say looking at him and then at my dad whose erection is lying in his nest of dark pubes.

“Do either of you guys need lube?” He asks as he goes to the cabinets.

“Yeah, thanks Doc.” My dad says and I was surprised he didn’t stuff his dick back into his pants when the doctor entered. He wraps his fingers around his thickness and points his dick up. Dr. Richards tips the lube over my dad’s cockhead and squeezes the clear jelly on it.

With a few strokes my dad’s dick was coated in the slippery lubrication. “Do you need some too?” Dr. Richards asks, holding the tube towards me.

“You should.” My dad grunts. “It’ll help speed things up. I’m really close.” My dad says as he looks at me while still fisting his cock.

“Ok, Dad.” I say and reach my hand out. The doctor squeezes some in my palm, and with my other hand I pull down my shorts. I look down and my cock’s so shiny with precum. I look at my dad but he’s still focused on his dick. I see Dr. Richards checking out my already throbbing erection.

“Cum with me, son!” My dad says as he finally turns towards me and sees my hardon. I was already stroking my full length when he looks at my cock. “You close too, son?”

“Yeah, Dad. Uh-huh!” I look at Dr. Richards. He stands by the door but his hand is in his pants. He has a look of lust and nervousness on his face.

“Doctor…” I moan.

My dad looks and says, “Take it out. I get it. It’s cool.” The doctor doesn’t waste time and quickly frees his hard dick. “Nice!” My dad moans and I stare at the new hard cock in the room. Dr. Richards’ dick is a respectable length and thickness with a noticeable fleshy foreskin. He joins our stroking and the sound of flesh-on-flesh wanking fills the room.

I feel a wonderful sensation come over me. Waves of electricity shoot from my groin and spread throughout my body. I reach my breaking point as I see the two hot men in front of me jacking off their deliciously hard cocks. “Oh god, I’m cumming!” I scream.

I fire ropes of cum towards my dad. He turns and looks as the first blast hits him right on his smooth rippled abs. I forget all about the sample cup. All that I can think about is the pleasure my body is feeling. “Fuck!” My dad says as he watches my load fly through the air, squirt after squirt of juicy cum.

I hump my hips and my balls release all the 18 year-old cream I have in them. “Oh, Oh, wow!” Dr. Richards cries out as I watch thick cum pump out of his red rocket and hits the floor in a thick puddle.

“Oh, man, I’m gonna cum!” My dad pants as we both turn to watch him shoot. Milky ribbons of cum blast from his stroked cock. He paints his chest with the biggest load I have ever seen. Cum hits his face over and over as he smiles through his orgasm. “Oh, fuck yeah!” He moans as he gets drenched in wet blasts.

I’m still shaking when the doctor picks up my dad’s sample cup and collects the cum all over my dad’s waxed chest with his bare hands. He makes his way to me with his pants around his ankles and his uncut cock hanging swollen and red between his legs. He takes my slimy dick in his hand and squeezes some cum out and collects it.

“I’ll send these to the lab. But from what I just saw I’m sure you guys are perfectly healthy. Clean up and I’ll see you guys next week.” Dr. Richards says and I can hear knocking on the door.

It doesn’t stop and gets louder; I open my eyes. I’m in my bed and someone is knocking on my bedroom door. “Get up we have my doctor’s appointment today.” My dad says from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, OK give me a minute.” I say and I’m sweating. My morning wood is achingly hard. It is also covered in warm, sticky cum. Fuck, I just jizzed myself in my sleep.

My dad enters my room. He is in a pair of small white boxer briefs, showing off his perfectly packed bulge. “Should I wear underwear to the doctor’s?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” I ask feeling my cum cooling around my crotch.

“I don’t know, to make it easier. I guess.” He says, looking around my room. The memories of my dream comes rushing back to me, and I look at his strong, hairless pecs and smooth six-pack abs.

“And why are we going to the doctor again?” I ask.

“I told you it’s man issues. Your mother wants me to go get checked out. So, we are going.”

“OK give me a minute and I’ll meet you out there.” I say, sitting up in my bed.

“Thanks, and when we get back, you might want to clean your room and wash your sheets. Your room is starting to smell a little funky.” 

 Part 2? 

Everyone is 18+ and Consenting Adults, Fiction.

It made sense for me to move in with my dad after I graduated college. He had a house all to himself and I needed a place to live. I was basically going to be a paid intern at my new job. My dad was going to let me live with him for free as long as I helped around the house. I mostly lived with my mother growing up and I wasn’t sure what it would be like living with my dad.

We got into a routine pretty quickly. My dad worked on the yard and I cleaned inside. We cleaned our own bathrooms and did our own laundry. I enjoyed cooking and got home about an hour before he did so I started making dinner for the both of us. Things just flowed between us.

I started spending more weekends with my dad than with my friends. We would go on hikes, check out the latest movie, or just stay in watching sports on the TV. I liked going to farmers markets and my dad started tagging along. We would plan our week’s dinners as we walked the stalls.

Things changed when I was set up on a date by a coworker. I told my dad about the date and I saw his mood completely change. The date was Friday night and all Saturday I felt like my dad was ignoring me. I asked him if he wanted to see a movie. It’s been hot and it would be nice to get out of the house.

“Wouldn’t you rather go to the movies with your new date?” He said, with his back towards me. I was taken aback by his tone. He has always been a lighthearted guy.

“No, I don’t think it’s going to work out.” I told him and I saw him stop what he was doing in the kitchen. “I rather go to the movies with you.” He turned around and smiled.

“I guess we could go to the movies tomorrow.”

“Cool.” I said, back to him and went to do my laundry.

We got home late from the movie but not so late that it was time for bed. We sat on the couch watching random stuff on the TV. I didn’t even notice my dad had fallen asleep until his head fell on my shoulder. He looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake him. I found myself staring at him. He was quite attractive with his strong cheekbones and 5 o’clock shadow. He had his hands down his pants like I do subconsciously all the time. His pants were stretched out just enough that I could see some of his dark, curly pubes.

I planned on jacking off before bed and for some reason looking at my dad’s crotch I started getting hard. Before my cock was fully erect, I shook my dad. “I’m going to bed.” I told him and he opened his eyes and looked dreamy. 

“Your shoulder’s comfortable.” He said. I laughed and got up and headed to my room.

As I stroked my cock I tried to think about my date but my mind kept going back to my dad. I wanted to see the cock that hanged below his bushy pubes. I also wanted to see him hard. I have only ever caught fleeting glimpses of my dad’s flaccid dick. I think we were spending too much time together. The memory of his shampoo scented hair and his dark fluffy pubes send me over and I squirted hot jizz all over my belly. I fell asleep soon after.

The next day on my way home from work Dad called to tell me he was picking up dinner for us so I didn’t have to cook. At dinner Dad told me to take his car to work since it was time for my oil change and he was going to get it done on his lunch break.

“Oh, dad you don’t have to do that. I was planning on getting it done this weekend.”

“It’s fine. There is a sandwich shop I like across the street. It’s no big deal, babe.” He smiled and looked back down at his plate.

I found it funny my dad called me babe. He has never called me that before. I kind of liked it. After last night I have been having strange and new feelings about him. Sitting next to Dad on the couch I had a strong desire to sit closer to him, be next to him. I waited to see if he would slip his hands into his pants. As the night went on I decided to lean into him. It was like the other night. This time I put my head on his shoulder, it felt nice. I wasn’t sleeping but I was comfortable.

I felt movement and opened my eyes. My dad’s hands were back in his pants fondling his unseen balls. Again, I couldn’t see anything but his big, bushy pubes spilling out of his waistband. I felt my dick growing and I slowly reached for my waistband. If I was careful could I stroke my dick next to my dad without him noticing?

Suddenly, he moved. He looked at me as I opened my eyes. “Joey.” He whispered. His hand was still in his pants. His eyes slowly moving down to my hard crotch.

“Dad?”

“Oh, Joey.” He leaned in close enough to kiss. I felt his warm breath on my lips.

I moved and our lips touched. Nothing happened at first and then I felt a soft peck on my lips. I leaned into the kiss and the passion between us increased. We started making out and I was in heaven. His lips were so full and his skills incredible. I wrapped my arms around him, wanting him closer. I moaned as his tongue entered my mouth. My hot desires intensified.

He pulled away and I chased his lips. “Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?” He asked with yearning in his voice and all I could do was nod, staring at his wet, puffy lips. “You sure?”

“Yes, dad. Please.” I sighed.

“Fuuuck…I want you.” He moaned. My hands reached for his dick. I felt his hardness, stiff like steel.

“I wanna see your hard cock.” The words just spilled out. He stood up and without a second thought stripped in front of me. His cock was just as long and thick as I hoped. “Oh, god.” I whispered.

“You want it?” He asked, grabbing his mushroomed girth.

“So bad.” I moaned as I got up. I wanted to be naked too. Naked and hard with my dad.

“Bedroom?”

“Yes!” I said and took his hand and led him to his room. My desires and horniness were so strong, nothing was going to stop me. I was going to get my dad’s dick. I was going to feel every inch of my father’s loving, sexy body. And I could tell he wanted it just as bad as I did. His cock was actually jumping with anticipation.  

I got to my dad’s bed and turned around to face him. He pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me. He ran his face across my body, inhaling my scent. I could hear him mumbling “mine” as his nose grazed over my slim body. My dad sounded possessive and I loved it. He was definitely jealous of my past date.

“Yours, Dad.” I told him. “All yours.” I said, thrusting my cock into the air.

He looked up at me with hunger and ownership in his eyes. “All mine” He smirked. He forcefully flipped me over and lifted my ass. His face dove right into my asshole without hesitation. I felt his strong, powerful tongue probe my hole and moisten my opening with his desire.

“Oh. Fuck. Yeah.” I moaned into his bed, shaking from his tongue touching my most sensitive area. He ate me out like a man starving. I melted into his touch and craved more.

“More. Dad, I need more.” I cried out.

“You want me to fuck you? Breed you? Mark you as mine?” He asked, pulling from my ass cheeks.

More than anything. “Yes, dad!” I begged. I was so fucking horny for him. I needed him so bad.

“Let me get my lube.” He said, standing up. I flipped on my back and watched my naked father run to his bathroom. I collected a wad of my spit and brought it to my hole. My ass was wet and my ass lips were puffy from my dad’s excellent work. I worked two fingers inside me as I waited for my dad’s impressive cock.

His hard cock aimed right at me as he walked back into the room, “Fuck, you are beautiful.” He said and I raised my legs to show him ‘his’ hole. “Mine.” He said, eyeing my wet entrance. Every time he said “mine”, my heart skipped a beat and my cock pumped out more precum.

“Yours dad.” I said spreading my ass cheeks and holding my ass up. His cock was hard and slick with lube. His cock pulsated all because of me and I loved it.

He wasted no time as he ran his fat cockhead along my crack and pushed into my raw opening. His cock slid in, stretching me out. My dad took what was his and I needed what he had to give.

“Give it to me you fucking stud!” I grunted as his entire cock filled my fuck tunnel.

“Fuck Joey!” My dad panted as he pushed his long meat into me.

“Yeah Dad fuck my hole.” I begged, needing him to claim me.

“Take it son, take my dick, your little hole loves it, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Dad fuck me, destroy me!”

“I’m gonna cum so deep inside you!”

“Fuck yeah! I want it!”

“You want your daddy to mark you as his, don’t you?” 

“Yes, dad. I’m yours, only yours!” I cried out and I meant it. I loved him so much. He was my everything. His. “I love you. You are mine too!” I was so close.

“You are my baby! My love, fuck! Your ass is mine and my cock is yours!”

“I love your cock. You are so big and feel so good!” I felt my nuts tighten up.

“Your ass was made for my cock!” He grunted as he hammered his powerful cock into my asshole. Each thrust sent a shock wave through my body. I grabbed my dripping erection. “You gonna cum with me, babe?”

“Yes, Daddy. Make me cum. Make your boy cum!” I shouted.

“Cum with me love, cum with me!” He kept saying as his fat cock rubbed against my insides over and over again, scratching my needy itches.

“Yes!” I screamed.

“Yes!” My dad roared.

My orgasm rushed through my body. My cock pumped out thick ropes of cum. My load covered my chest as hot, powerful blasts filled my insides. My dad’s cock worked me over as we drained our nuts. His cum warmed me and I felt a small orgasm ripple through me as my dad’s sperm coated my stretched fuck walls.

“Oh wow.” I moaned, not sure if my body still worked.

My dad didn’t pull out, not yet. He leaned down and stuck his tongue down my throat. My legs and arms wrapped around my dad, bringing him closer. We made out as I ran my hands across his strong back. “We need to get you cleaned up.” He said pulling back a bit, looking into my eyes.

“Not yet.” I whispered. I was worried if he pulled away he would start having second thoughts.

“Ok.” He said kissing my neck. He sucked on my collarbone. “Mine” he said maybe to himself but that was what I needed to hear from him. He had marked me and I was his and he was mine.

I slept in his bed that night with him holding me close. He was possessive even in his sleep. I always thought the first time I slept in someone else’s bed that I would be in a relationship with them. I looked at my gorgeous father sleeping peacefully. I think this is what it’s like being a couple. “It is, my love.” My dad said into my ear. I didn’t realize I said that part out loud. “You’re mine.”

“And you are mine too.” I said, quietly. He kissed my neck, snuggled into me and fell back to sleep with me in his arms.

Everyone is 18+ and Consenting Adults, Fiction.

My dad’s friends have called him ‘The Hedgehog’ for as long as I can remember. I always assumed it had something to do with the animal. I was wrong and when I found out our relationship completely changed. My dad and his friends always hung out in our detached garage. I was never invited. As I got older I got more curious.

One Saturday night I was kicking around a rock in the backyard when Dan, one of my dad’s friends came out. He didn’t see me and I just stood there and watched him. Dan went directly to a bush. He unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. I wasn’t sure if I should quietly walk away or maybe just stay there and hope he wouldn’t notice me. As I was thinking that, Dan turned his head and made eye contact with me. Even though he saw me watching him he continued pissing.

“Oh! Hey there Rocky. Didn’t see you. What you doing standing around the backyard? It’s dark out here.” He asked.

“Um, nothing.” I said, trying not to stare. He finished pissing, shook his cock, and then zipped up his pants.

“How old are you now, Rocky?” He asked.

“19, sir.”

He smiled. “I remember being 19. I was a curious guy. Are you a curious guy?” I nodded my head yes. “Thought so. You wanna hang out with the adult men?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, maybe I can talk to your dad. Maybe it’s time you hang around some real men. And not with all those ladies in your house.” I had three younger sisters and my mom was always around. That was why the garage was my dad’s place. “Maybe ‘The hedgehog’ will let you hang with us.”

“Why do you guys all call my dad ‘The Hedgehog’?” I asked, maybe now I would finally get an answer. I was always told I was too young and I wouldn’t get the name.

“Hmm, let's just say your dad got the nickname in college at one of our crazy frat parties.” He looks back at the garage. “Your dad is a talented man.” He laughed and walked back to the garage.

“What does that mean?” I asked before he walked back in.

“He was named after someone.” He said and went in and left me standing dumbfounded. 

I was in the kitchen with my mom and all my sisters. “Mom, why do Dad’s friends call him ‘The Hedgehog’?”

“I don’t know, honey. He’s been called that since college. Maybe they thought he looked like a hedgehog.” 

At college I asked my friends. They didn’t know. I told them what Dan had said. They found it interesting. One friend said he would ask his older brother and another, Mikey, said he would ask his dad. It was just the two of them and they were very close. 

It was almost two weeks before Mikey pulled me aside and told me what he found out from his father. He said there was a porn star from the 70s who was round and chubby. He was a hairy guy with dark curls on his chest and a mustache. My dad did look like that. My dad was 5.8, thick and hairy. Could that be it? Then I remembered what Dan said. ‘Talented man’ Why would he say that if he just looked like a porn star from the 70s?

I think I got my answer a week later. “Dude that guy could suck his own cock!” Mikey practically shouted in my ear. 

“What!?” I said, not sure I was hearing him correctly.

“My dad showed me a porn of the guy licking his own dick and sucking on his fat cockhead. Dude, come over to my house this weekend and I’ll show you.” He said, before walking down the school’s hallway.

The weekend couldn’t have come faster. I knocked on Mikey’s door and he took forever to answer. “What took you so long?” I asked as he let me in.

“None of your business.” He laughs as he leads me down the hall. “We’re gonna use the TV in my dad’s room. The DVD player is up there.”

“Your dad’s cool with us watching porn in his room?” I asked, stepping into his dad’s bedroom.

“Oh, yeah. He’s cool. He has a pretty good collection. The 70s and 80s pornos he has are pretty awesome. I wonder if they were my grandpa’s”

“Damn. When I turned 18 my mom told me that even though I was an adult it was still her house and her rules. She would kill me if she found out I had porn. I’m scared one day she’ll check my phone’s history. And you and your dad share a vintage porn collection?”

“Haha, cool right?” He turns on the TV and already a big hairy guy is up on screen. The scene is paused of ‘The Hedgehog’ sitting on a bed, naked with a long, hard dick pointing up. 

Mikey sits on the ground and leans against his dad’s king-size bed. He has the remote controller with him and tells me to sit down next to him. He hits play and we watch the chubby guy lean down and start licking his own dick. It was crazy to see. The guy had a thick belly but could still fit some of his dick into his face. My dad did look like him and he had a belly just like his. Was this the talent Dan was talking about? Was my dad able to suck his own cock?

“You know no matter how hard I’ve tried I have never been able to do that.” I turned towards the sound and saw Mikey’s dad standing in the doorway.

“Haha me either dad.” Mikey laughed. I felt nervous being in his room. My parents never let me in their bedroom. “And I have tried many times too.” Mikey turns to me “So, do you think this is why your dad has the nickname?”

“If that’s the case you have one lucky dad.” Mikey’s dad laughed. “Is it father like son?”

“Can you?” Mikey asks me.

“I um…I’ve never tried.” I said, honestly.

“Haha. I still try.” Mikey’s dad said to me, smiled, then walked away leaving us to it.

“If your dad can do it maybe you can too.”  

I thought about what Mikey said that night. I barely touched my dinner. Afterwards, I went straight to my bedroom. I usually jack off in the shower. It was the most secure room in the house. I didn’t have to worry about someone barging in on me. I would use my bodywash and fist my cock until I blasted the shower wall with my load.  

Everyone was downstairs watching a movie. There was no reason for them to come up the stairs and bother me. I stripped out of my shirt and dropped my shorts down to my ankles. I got on the edge of my bed. The guy in the video just leaned down into his lap and put his cockhead into his mouth. That was what I was going to try. But first I needed to get hard.

Every time I looked at something on my phone I worried my mom would find out but I needed a little stimulation tonight. I tried looking up the guy from the DVD but I didn’t know his name. I just googled ‘sucking your own dick’. I found a lot and got hard just looking at all the choices. I put my phone down and brought my head down towards my stiff dick. I was so close. I stuck my tongue out. I touched my soft cockhead as I licked across my piss slit. I heard my squeaky bedroom door start to open. I freaked out, lifted up, and tried to pull up my shorts. I fell off the bed with a thud.

“Everything ok in here.” My dad asked opening my bedroom door. I tried to find my shirt but I really wanted to hide my erection. “Were you changing? I noticed you didn’t seem very hungry at dinner.” He looked down at me. When his eyes widen I knew he could see my erection. “I, um, thought you were feeling sick.” He spits out as he slowly walks backwards out of my room. When he closed my squeaky door he says “I better get some WD-40 on this”.

With the door closed I could finally breathe again. I couldn’t decide how I was feeling, freaked out because my dad caught me with my hands over my naked boner or thrilled that I could touch my dick with my tongue. I was done experimenting for the night and decided to get my homework done.

I’m back in my room the next day when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. “Come in” I said, and my dad comes in with a bottle of WD-40.

“I’ll just be a minute.” He told me, without looking at me in the eyes and sprayed the door hinges. He finished “so about yesterday…”

“Dad…” I said and turned towards him. My bedroom door was closed and he was standing in the middle of my small room.

“Here.” He said, taking a step forward with his hand out. I reached out and he puts a key in my palm. “I should have given you this sooner but I didn’t want to think my son has grown up.”

“What’s this?” I asked.

“It’s a key.”

“I know that.” I gave out a chuckle.

“It’s to the garage. It’s, um, a place where you can have privacy. Where you don’t have to worry about someone barging in on you.”

“Cool.” I said looking at the key like it’s some prize possession.

“Guys Night is still off-limits to you.” He said, with a smile, turned and walked out my bedroom. My bedroom door, no longer squeaked.

I head to the garage when I know my dad is at work and won’t be home for a while. My sisters are in the kitchen fighting over whose cookie was the biggest as I walk out to the backyard. I’m excited. I haven’t been in the garage since we moved into the house. My heart is pounding as I slide the key into the lock. I feel more like an adult than ever before.

The room is simple with an old rug in the middle and a coffee table on top of it. The coffee table still has old bottles of beer on it and a couple of ashtrays. There are a bunch of mismatched chairs around the coffee table. I can hear the old refrigerator humming in the corner. By the refrigerator, there are rusty cabinets lining the wall and a workbench with a newer looking Bluetooth speaker on it. The room smells like cigars and may be a little like a locker room. I get horny, but I keep exploring.

The cabinets are filled with tools and gardening equipment. The refrigerator is full of beers and water bottles, nothing else. I find two old playboys in my dad’s workbench drawer. They’re dusty and haven’t been looked at in a while. I take them out and bring them to one of the chairs. It’s a recliner. It’s old but looks comfortable. I find a box of tissues on the floor next to it. My dick starts growing.

I pull down my pants, freeing my boner and sit down. I relax knowing I have privacy. I take my time. I examine my smooth cock as I stroke my rigid length. My cockhead glistens with precum. I lean down and stick my tongue out. As I head down to lick my soft cockhead I hear the door open. Shit, I look up and my dad is standing there. I jump out of the chair and reach for my pants.

“Dad…I…” I stutter. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my lunch break. Sometimes I need to…So I see it only took a day for you to need ‘privacy’. He tells me using the quotations.

I pull my pants up and the waistband hits my full nutsack. I stretch my pants out and cover my erection. The pants can’t hide my tent. I put my hands over my bulge and look back up at my dad again. He too has a bulge and I realize he came in here for the exact same reason I did. 

“Um, sorry. I’ll leave.” I say, heading for the door.

“Hold up. This is the second time I have seen you with your tongue over your dick. So, you like sucking your own cock?” He asks.

I took a step back. “That was the first time…um…I was gonna try again.” I let out and look at the chair I was in.

“Huh, I thought it was like a father son thing.”

“What?” I say looking back at him, thinking about him being ‘The Hedgehog. I look back at the tent growing in his pants and feel a little brave. “I found out why they call you ‘The Hedgehog’, and I wanted to see if I could too…”

“Oh, really?” He says with a smile. He rubs his clothed belly. “Well…Now, I wanna see if you can.”

“Dad!?”

“What? I have seen your impressive boner two days in a row. What’s the big deal if I see your lips around it?”

“Really?” I ask, feeling so horny. Could I do it, could I try? “OK.” I decide.

My dad goes to the chair next to the one I was sitting in. I take a deep breath and sit down next to him. He rubs his hand over his crotch and I start feeling the nerves again. Do I just pull my pants down and free my erection?

“Come on. My lunch break is only an hour and I still need to…”

I stand up and grab my waistband. “Are you gonna take your pants off too?” I ask, about to drop mine.

“Do you want me too?” he asks and I shake my head yes. He stands and joins me. “On the count of three.” He smiles.

“1…2…3.” and we drop our pants. I see my dad’s dick for the first time. It’s long and heavy, sticking out from his hairy crotch. I stare at it as it grows. Mine is already as hard as a rock.

“Nice, big cock son.”

“Thanks, dad. Yours too.” I say, not sure why the compliment sends butterflies to my stomach.

“Now let me see you suck your cock!” My dad says with a gravel in his voice.  

I kick my pants off completely and sit back down. I look at my dad. He is still standing there watching me. His full erection is a bit longer than mine, and thicker. I lean down and stretch out my tongue. I lick my cockhead and it sends a shiver through my body. I look up at my dad again. He is smiling, stroking his long meat. Fuck that’s hot. I go back to my dick. I know I can get closer. 

My lips touch my cock and the excitement almost makes me cum. I stretch my neck and wrap my mouth around my cockhead. I suck and moan. I think about my dad. I pull off my dick. My neck is a little sore but that’s ok. I can taste my precum on my tongue. I’ve never done that. It’s good, delicious even.

“Dad, can I see you do it?” I say. My dad has stripped naked and is slowly fisting his dick. 

“You wanna see me suck my cock? You want some tips, huh?”

“Yeah.” I say, licking my lips.

My dad sits down on the couch. His hard long cock is pointing straight up. He grips his boner and squeezes. He looks at me and smiles. He leans down and licks his swollen cockhead. A string of precum stretches between his tongue and cock as he pulls away. His fat hairy belly between his mouth and dick and he is still able to get as much as I can pass his lips.

“I could fit more in my mouth when I was your age.” He says, sitting up. “But this belly just keeps getting bigger and bigger.” He rubs his furry beer belly, grinning.

“Wow.” I say, gently fondling my balls.

“Do you want me to help you fit more of your dick into your mouth?” He asks, slowly stroking his cock.

“Yeah!” I say, horny and excited. 

“Take all your clothes off for me.” I pull my shirt off and kick off my shoes and socks. We are both naked and hard and it’s pretty cool. I stand and my dad checks out my body as I do the same with him. He is so much hairier than I am and I love how it covers his stomach and chest. His dick is longer than mine and I hope mine will be as big as his when I’m his age.

He starts removing stuff off the coffee table and I help him to make it quicker. He lays a blanket on it and pats it and I sit down. “Dad I saw a video of that porn star who they call ‘The Hedgehog’. I can see why your friends call you that.” He pushed me back and I lie down. I look at him. “Seeing him do it I knew I just had to try.”

“Yeah? Did you get hard watching the video?” He asks me. 

“Yeah.” I say as my naked father stands over me.

“Did you get hard picturing me doing it?” He is smirking so I answer honestly.

“Yeah…um…I wanted to see you do it.”

“Well, I wanna see you do it. I wanna see how much of your cock you can fit into your mouth. Ready?” I nod my head and he says “Ok, let’s do it.”

He takes my legs and moves them over my head. My leaking cock right over my face. My dad helps hold me from falling over. I can feel my dad’s hard cock against my back as he moves his hands to my ass cheeks. “Oh wow.” I say, looking up at my dripping erection. 

“Try.” He says looking down between my legs. My balls and asshole exposed to him as he looks down. I lick and collect the precum leaking from my dick and swallow the sweetness. I get my lips around my dickhead and suck. “Nice.” My dad says as he pushes my ass down. “Go ahead I know you can fit more.”

I get about half my length down my throat and I’m loving it. The warmth, the wetness, my lips grazing my cock is the best feeling in the world. This is so much better than just my hand. Why didn’t I think about doing this sooner. Crazy. I moan stuffed full with my own cock.

“It feels good, doesn’t it. The power you have over your own pleasure.” My dad says looking down at the work I’m doing on my hard cock. 

I suck on my boner and I can feel my dad’s hands squeezing my smooth ass cheeks. His finger slowly make their way to my crack. He touches my butthole and an electric pulse shoots through my body. I feel a glob of wetness hit my pucker.

“Dad!?” I pull off my dick to say.

“Yeah?” He says, before he spits more saliva into my asshole.

“Um…I need to cum.” I tell him, feeling my balls ready to burst.

“Well then cum. Sucking yourself and cumming is the best part.” He tells me as his fingers circle my butt opening.

“Can I? Like in my mouth?”

“Fuck yeah you can!” I go back to my dick and suck with determination. I’m ready to cum. I can’t believe my dad cums in his mouth when he self-sucks. Cool. I haven’t ever tasted my load but I’m excited too. My dad slips a finger into my tight butthole and I almost cum. I moan as I try blowing myself. “I have always found that a finger in your ass, always gets you to cum harder.”

“Oh…my…god!” I mumble as my ready to explode cock is stuffed in my mouth. Dad’s finger goes deeper and I lose it. The floodgates release and I explode. Cum fires through my cock right into my mouth. It’s a new sensation; my warm load filling my throat. I swallow as I keep trying to suck during my climax. I want to stretch out my amazing orgasm for as long as I can. My dad’s finger still probing my hole.

“Wow, your ass muscles have a strong grip.” My dad laughs as he slowly withdraws his thick finger from my slick asshole.

I pull off my cock. My back is starting to hurt. I swallow taking down all the cum coating my mouth. I sit at the end of the coffee table, panting. My swollen, but deflating, shiny dick hangs between my legs. Looking at my dad, who is standing in front of me, I see his dick is as hard as ever. Needy and red. Precum dripping from his cockhead like a fountain.

“Are you gonna suck yourself, now?” I ask.

“Do you wanna practice self-sucking some more?” He asks stepping right in front of me.

“What?” I ask, staring at his strong erection. His dick is right in my face.

“Suck it.” He says, wiggling it right in front of my eyes. “You wanna get good at it, right?” He grabs his cock and moves it to my mouth and I feel his precum glaze my lips. “I can help.” I open my mouth and his fat, soft cockhead slips in. I suck on it like I did with mine. His juices taste saltier and causes my mouth to salivate. “Let’s try to fit more in. I know you liked it when you were able to fit more of your cock into your mouth.

I moan as his hard cock slides down my throat. I do everything that I wish I could do to my own dick. I deep throat him as his hands run through my hair. He starts rocking his hips and I gag a little but don’t stop. My hands reach for his fat ass cheeks as his cockhead hits the back of my throat. I get an idea.

My fingers go into his furry crack and I find his warm hole. His ass is a little sweaty so I’m able to slither my index finger in his tight butthole, past my second knuckle. I hear him grunt and he thrusts harder into my mouth. I rub the walls of his rectum and I find a lump about the size of a walnut.

“Right there! Yes! Oh god!” He shouts and I don’t stop. I suck and his length slides past my wet puffy lips over and over. I keep massaging his velvety insides. “I’m gonna cum! Take it!”

I’m ready for him having just taken my own load, but I was wrong. His cum fires out like a fighter jet, blasting the back of my mouth with force. His warm sperm fills my cheeks quickly and I have to keep swallowing to get everything down before it rushes out my mouth. My dad clutches my head as he releases everything and shakes through his orgasm. My nose is pressed into his full bush and I breathe in his musky scent as his cream fills my hungry stomach.

“Fuck yeah.” He grunts. I pull my finger out of his tight asshole. I now understand what he meant about a tight ass grip. “Fuck, you took my whole cock down your throat. Maybe with practice you’ll be able to take all of your dick.”

“With your help?” I ask, licking my lips.

“Yeah with my help.” He smiles and grips his fat dick and squeezes the last bit of cum out from his cockhead and I quickly lick it up. “Ok, that’s enough for now.” He laughs. “I gotta get back to work.”

Everyone is 18+ and Consenting Adults, Fiction.

Wyatt and Beau, my two older brothers, were huge, strong, tough cowboys. Both of them had toned muscles, were over six feet tall, and looked good in ass-hugging jeans. I, on the other hand was 5.9, thin, and needed glasses to see. While I attended college, they managed the family farm. They strongly encouraged me to pursue my college degree. So, when I wasn’t at school, I tried as much as I could to help around the farm.     

“Johnny Boy! Welcome back to the farm!” My oldest brother Wyatt said, hopping off his horse. I ran up to him and he gave me a big hug and ruffled my neatly styled hair. 

“Hi, big brother. Where’s Beau?” I asked as he let go of me and swiped the sweat from his brow. He smelled like hay and musk.

“Oh, he is out riding in the back nine checking on the fencing.” He said, looking out to the acres past the barn. “Let’s go up to the house. You wanna ride?” He asked stepping up to Shelby, his horse.

“No, that’s ok. I’ll drive.”

“Alright. I’ll see you up there.” Wyatt said, before he jumped back on Shelby and rode away.

Wyatt and I were in the kitchen drinking iced tea. There was always iced tea in the refrigerator. “Johnny, where are you?” Beau shouts entering the house. “I see your car; come give your brother a hug!” I meet him in the hall and he grabs me and picks me up in his strong arms and spins me around as he hugs me. “I’ve missed you! Welcome home.”

“Beau, I’ve only been gone a few months.” I said in his tight embrace. He sets me down and puts his arm around me as he leads me to the kitchen. My brothers have always been touchy-feely. I didn’t mind.

“How long do we get you for?” Beau asked.

“Just the week.” I said, pressed into his side.

“Great I could use your help. I wanna build an herb garden.” He said, smiling.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah, your brother has really gotten into cooking.” Wyatt said when we were all in the kitchen.

I told them how college was going while we drank more iced tea. They informed me of the latest things happening on the farm. We stayed up late having a delicious dinner Beau made. He was really a great cook. When I yawned my brothers agreed it was time for bed. They get up early and I drove a long way to get home.

I woke up to an empty house and I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I’m sure my brothers have been up for hours and were somewhere out on the farm. I made myself toast and some coffee. After cleaning up I decided to make my way down to the barn. It wasn’t a long walk and it was nice walking through the property. I missed the farm. I wouldn’t call myself a farmer or even a cowboy like my brothers but I loved it out here.  

The barn was quiet; most of the animals were out to pasture. I walked through it remembering how scared I was of it as a child. Now, it just brought back happy memories. I heard water running and laughter on the other side of the wooden wall. I walked around the barn and peaked around the corner. I found my brothers horse playing under a makeshift outdoor shower. 

They were stark naked, their clothes and boots lying on a hay bale. They were trying to slap each other with their hand towels. Water trickled down their muscular, curved bodies. They were quite similar in their beauty, but still different enough. Wyatt stood an inch or two taller; his muscles were bulkier and his shoulders were wider. Beau was leaner but his muscles were more solid, more defined. Their cocks were quite similar, long enough to swing freely in the wind as they played around, slapping against their thick thighs. Wyatt’s blonde bush was neatly trimmed above his hanging meat. Our other brother, Beau, kept a bushier, fuller patch. 

I feel down to my crotch, knowing it has been awhile since I’ve manscaped. My brothers hugged each other, having stopped their towel spankings. Their embrace lasted longer than one would expect. Beau lowers himself down, sliding down our brother’s drenched, wet body. His head levels with Wyatt’s groin. I take a step back, not wanting them to see me. I step on a twig and it snaps.

Shit! Did they hear me? “Johnn-y!” I heard Wyatt say my name, stretching it out. “Is that you?”

I peek around and both of my brothers are looking towards me. Beau is still on his knees. I can now see Wyatt’s lengthy, hot erect rod without Beau’s head in the way. He says, “Come here, Johnny. It’s ok. We aren’t mad.”

“Why would you guys be mad!?” I shout coming into view.

Wyatt and Beau laugh but don’t seem concerned that I catch them naked, messing around. Beau stood up and faced me. He was as long and hard as Wyatt. “We are just getting clean. You have seen us naked before.”

“Not hard.” I said stepping forward. 

“Does it bother you, little brother?” Wyatt asked.

“Um…no.” And it really didn’t. I was kind of jealous. I loved my brothers and wanted to be as close to them as they were with each other. They had so much in common and were so alike. I always felt like the odd one out even though they never showed it. 

“Do you wanna shower with us?” Beau asked. I looked at their gorgeous, strong, naked bodies, and then I looked down at mine. “Come on. I want you to shower with us.” He said reaching his hand out.

I stop at the hay barrel. I kick off my shoes and drop my pants and then I look up at my stunning big brothers one more time. Water runs down their V-shaped waist to their long cocks, dripping off their swollen meats. I take my underwear off. My shirt still covers my growing dick.

“Shirt off too, Johnny.” Wyatt tells me. He smiles at me, rubbing his wet hands across his well-defined pecs.

“Come on, Beautiful. Join us in the water.” Beau tells me and gives me the confidence to pull off my shirt. I stand naked in front of them; they both admire my body. I let them soak in my trim, smaller body. My cock is at half-mast. “Nice.”

I step into the water. It’s cold but it’s a warm day. Beau stands in front of me and massages my shoulders. I relax. Wyatt comes behind me and presses into my back. “Is this ok?” He asks.

“Um, yeah.” I say and both of my brothers sandwich me between their soft skin and hard physiques. I feel each of their hard lengths press into my lean body and I quietly moan.  

“Do you want to get clean or dirty with us little brother?” Wyatt says right before he nibbles on my earlobe.

“Dirty. Definitely dirty.” I moan, feeling too good. My stud older brothers were pleasuring me like I was a beautiful, grand prize. Beau’s big cock grinded into my steel-hard dick. 

“I’m gonna taste you.” Beau tells me with a grin. He slides down my wet body to my bouncing boner. His face is leveled with my throbbing erection. He looks at me again and gives me another big smile before he swallows me whole. His mouth is warm and his wet tongue sends shivers through my body.

Wyatt holds me tight in his embrace. His fat cock slides between my spread ass cheeks as water rains down on us. Beau bobs his head back and forth as he sucks hard on my sensitive cock. His hands run up and down my slender torso. I love that he just wants to explore my body along with Wyatt, whose hands also travel all over my bare skin.

“My cock is loving the feel of your butt. You ever have a cock in it?” Wyatt asks as his hand replaces his cock between my cheeks.

“Um…yeah.” I say to him feeling his fingers along my smooth crack.

Beau pulls off my cock. “We thought so. Do you want your big brother’s cock to fuck you?” He asks as he strokes my dick.

“Oh god yes. I love you guys!” I say with so much emotion and horniness. 

Wyatt moves away from me and gets a bottle. He gets level with my ass and gets to work loosening me up. Beau just plays with my cock, a little teasing and a little exploring. Wyatt is gentle but works fast preparing me.

“Oh! Wow! Yes!” I shout as Wyatt pushes his cockhead past my ring and slides his length deep into me. His cock stretches me out. I feel a mixture of pain and pleasure. Beau takes my cock back in his mouth and I moan through all the love my big brothers are showing me.

“Oh Johnny, you feel fucking great!” Wyatt grunts as he thrusts into me. “I’m so happy to have you home.

“Fuck, Wyatt! Beau! You guys…I’m gonna cum!” I cry as I start shaking.

“Me too, little brother.” Wyatt grunts in my ear. Beau sucks harder.

I lose it. My two big brothers send my body on fire. These hot farmer studs fuck me so good. Never in a million years did I think these cowboys would want to do what I only fantasized about. My body starts spasming and I shake as cum fires from my cock into Beau’s hungry mouth.

Wyatt hammers harder and faster and I love hearing him shout my name as he orgasms. He cums deep in my raw ass and I love it. Beau quickly stands up and fists his cock, swift and hard, right towards my spent cock. He grunts and as my name leaves his lips I feel his hot load blast all over my crotch and dick. I look down and see his thick white load covering my twitching member. Fuck, that was sexy. 

I’m dripping in cum. We stand under the water, panting, coming down from our overwhelming orgasms. We’re in a three-way embrace and they stroke my wet skin, lovingly. “Let’s get you clean.” Wyatt says as he cleans out my used asshole. Beau cleans his cum off my full, unkempt bush and deflating cock. I let them and think about how amazing this all is. I’m gonna be bummed having to go back to school.

“I’m making lemon roasted chicken for dinner.” Beau tells me as he cups my drained balls.

“Yummy.” I say to his touch.

“After dinner we can show you how much we have missed you.” Wyatt says stroking my round ass.

“Again.” Beau jokes.                  

Everyone is 18+ and Consenting Adults, Fiction.

I get home from work a little later than usual. My wife is in the kitchen making dinner. I put my briefcase on the counter and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Johnny and Holly broke up.” My wife says, leaning into me.

“Oh, man, I thought this one would last.” I say. Johnny is a great kid, but he can’t seem to keep a girlfriend more than a few months.

“Maybe you should go talk to him.” My wife tells me.

“Yeah, I’ll go check on him after I change.” 

I get out of my work suit and throw on a pair of shorts and an old, raggedy t-shirt. I knock on Johnny’s door. He doesn’t answer so I just walk in. I find him on his computer playing one of his games. He’s shirtless and in a pair of his worn-out basketball shorts. The color is fading and the material is thinning.

I walk up to him and give his bare shoulders a squeeze. He turns, realizes it’s me and gives me a sad smile. “I heard you and Holly broke up.” I say to him as he hits pause on the game.

“Yeah, I thought she was the one but when we started getting closer she said she just couldn’t do it.” He tells me, like he wants to cry but keeps it in, trying to show a brave face. I’m not sure what’s going on but it’s always the same story with the girls.

“I want to help. Is there anything I can do? Maybe we can talk about your relationships and see what’s going wrong.” I say, trying to be helpful.

“I know what it is and there’s nothing I can do about it.” He lets out.

“Tell me?” I ask.

“I can’t. It’s embarrassing. You’re my dad.”

“Well, I want to help so if there’s anything I can do. Let me know if you need someone to listen to. You can talk to me.”

“Thanks, Dad.” He says and turns back to his game.

That night as my wife and I lay in bed together she turns to me and says, “Do you think Johnny’s issues with his girlfriends have something to do, sexually?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, not sure where she’s going with this conversation.

“Well, it usually happens after a few months of dating. Maybe he’s bad in bed? I ran into his last girlfriend, Ashley, at the mall, and she seemed really friendly. She came up to me to say hi. It didn’t seem like she had any ill will towards Johnny.”

“He did say it was embarrassing.” I add as we talk. “But Johnny wouldn’t say more.”

“Well, I don’t know how to help him.” My wife jokes. “Maybe if you guys’ have a guys night he’ll open up. Jon is a good boy and he deserves someone who can make him happy.”

“Maybe if it’s just the two of us at the house he’ll feel more comfortable opening up.”

“That’s what I was thinking. The girls want to go to Palm Springs for the weekend. Maybe it’s a good chance for you to talk to him while I’m gone.”

“Yeah, I can try.”

“Good!” My wife says, kisses me, rolls over, and then goes to bed.

The plan was to spend the weekend bonding with my college boy, but he would rather play on his computer whole time. I needed to find a way to get him to open up. I decided the best course of action was just to be blunt. 

I ordered his favorite food and ordered an action movie on VOD that I thought he would like. He came out of his bedroom in his old ratty basketball shorts. He had put on a t-shirt. It looked like one of my old undershirts. His shorts were so baggy but the shirt stretched across his lean body. 

I had the food on the coffee table and the movie on pause, ready to go. “It’s just the two of us. Will you now tell me what’s going on?”

Johnny looks at me pissed. “Is this why you ordered Thai food? I don’t want to talk about it!” He tells me, almost shouting.

“I just want to help.” I tell him, trying to pour the most sincerity into my voice.

“Just drop it!” He yells, standing by the coffee table. I’m hoping he doesn’t head back to his room.

“I can help. I know I can.”

“You can’t.” He says, running his hands through his hair. “There is nothing you can do about this.” He shouts and before I know it, he’s pulling down his shorts.

I gasp at what I see. Hanging between his legs is the longest dick I have ever seen. He is not even hard and his dick is longer than mine. It hangs thick and heavy maybe about 7-8 inches. My 6.5 doesn’t even compare. Johnny wraps his hand around its girth. It’s like a baby’s arm. His grip is angry and not in a sexual way. He slaps it against his palm a couple of times.

“I…um…um.” I manage to spit out.

“I told you there is nothing you can do!” He says, before pulling his shorts back up.

I take a deep breath, swallow and think before I speak. “I have seen porn. I know there are girls who can…um…handle you.” I tell him. I’m surprised I never notice that monster between his legs. That thing must have grown a lot since the last time I saw him naked. I have always thought the underwear my wife bought him seemed too small but she said that’s what he likes. He must need something snug to hold his donkey dick in place.

“I don’t know any porn stars. I’m cursed, Dad!” He sits down and puts his hands in his face.

“You aren’t cursed. You just have a…um…big dick.” I tell him. He is more like huge. I wonder how much bigger it gets when he is hard. “There will be someone out there who…who can handle you.”

My son is crying and it breaks my heart. I move next to him and put my arm around his slender shoulders. I bring him close to me. He isn’t sobbing but I see tears running down his face. I wipe them away and he leans into my embrace. He recently showered. I could smell his shampoo. It’s the same kind my wife uses and I like it. 

“I have a crazy idea.” I say before I think it through. Ass play has always been on the table between my wife and I. A finger or toy has been inside of me a few times. My wife likes it and I found I also enjoy it. She has even pegged me a couple of times. “I could get you a toy to play with and maybe, ,maybe you could use me too.”

“A toy…wait… what? YOU?”

“Um…think about it. You could get your sexual needs from me and when you meet the right girl, you can take it slow.”

“Dad…I don’t know what to say.” Johnny tells me but he doesn’t seem freaked out about the idea. I, on the other hand, start freaking out a little. I picture the baseball bat between his legs. Was I going to let my son put that thing inside of me?

“Ok, Dad. I wanna do it.” He says, turning to look at me with hope in his eyes and something else that I can’t quite define.

I melt a little and I can’t say no to my son, any more. “After dinner?” I tell him.

“Dinner can wait, Dad.” Johnny says smiling, for the first time in days.

Fuuuck…I think to myself. “Ok. Put the food in the refrigerator and meet me in my room.” I tell him and head to my bathroom for a quick shower and cleaning.

I walk out of the shower and find Johnny sitting on my bed, waiting. I have a towel around my waist and I can still feel water dripping down my body. His hand is rubbing his thigh. When I step closer I realize he is stroking his long cock along his thigh and the leg of his shorts.

“Have you ever gone down on a girl before?” I ask.

“Yeah, I have.” He says, staring at my body. 

“Good. Because prep is going to be very important with a dick as big as yours.” Johnny blushes but just nods his head at my words.

I get on my bed, hands and knees. Johnny gets up and watches me. I remove my towel and expose my naked body to my son. I feel vulnerable with my ass in the air, not sure what Johnny is going to do next. He gets behind me. He doesn’t say anything, he just stares. With my chest and head pressed into the mattress, I grab each of my ass cheeks and spread them apart. My asshole is revealed for my son’s viewing.

“The next step is up to you.” I tell him, winking my pucker at him. 

“Can I…can I like eat you out?” He asked, staring at my fuckhole. 

“Yup, you can do whatever you want. Tonight, I’m all yours.”

“Fuuuck…” He says as he gets down on his knees.   

I feel Johnny’s clammy hands on my ass cheeks and I let them go. He brings his face in and I feel his warm breath on my hole; I shudder. He runs his nose along my crack. I wait and then I feel his wet tongue lick across my hole. I moan. I love getting rimmed. It wasn’t something the wife did regularly. 

Johnny licks my freshly showered asshole a few times and my tender opening quivers. When his tongue probed my hole; I started bucking. My moans got louder and his grip on my ass tightened. 

“Fun.” He says, pulling away from my licked asshole.

“Yeah.” I say, panting. “Use my lube.” I say, pointing to the nightstand. “You are gonna need to get three fingers into me before you can even think about sticking your dick into me.”

“Thanks. Dad. I can’t believe you are letting me do this.” Johnny says, standing up. He had pulled off his shorts. His semi, hanged heavy between his legs. His dick had grown thicker and longer, a scary and exciting amount more.

“Yeah, anything for you.” I say, watching his beast of a cock swing back and forth. Fuck, was I gonna be able to take him. There was no turning back now. I couldn’t do that to Johnny. He was gonna split my ass in two. 

I couldn’t stop my cries of joy as Johnny finger-fucked my asshole. He started with one, cautiously. When he got two in me, he gained more confidence. Now, with three fingers in me, he worked really hard to stretch me out.

“Dad? Can I? Are you ready?” My son asks with need.

“Yeah.” I say panting. “Let’s try. Make sure we use extra lube.” I move onto my back and lift my ass with the help of some pillows. I raise my ass and Johnny smears more lube across my crack.

I make the mistake of checking out my son’s dick. He’s hard and his cock’s so heavy his dick could barely stick straight out. My hard erection was already brushing against my bushy pubes. Johnny’s hardon must have been 10/11 inches. I wanted to ask but I was afraid to hear the answer. My toy was only 7 inches. 

Johnny’s cock is also really thick, closer to a Pringles container than a Red Bull can. I subconsciously reach my hand down to my gaping hole and rub my ass lips. Silently, telling myself and my swollen anus lips I could do this.   

Johnny covers his monster cock in lube as he watches me finger my stretched, lubed hole. I scoop lube from my crack and circle my opening, preparing for my son’s huge organ to destroy my rectum. He sets the bottle of lube beside me after he finishes using it. 

“Ok, Dad.” He says excitedly as he steps closer. “I’m gonna stick it in.”

“Go slow.” I say, holding my ass cheeks apart, showing him where to aim like he didn’t already know. “Right here, son. Stick your cock right in here.”

“Yeah, Dad.” He moans and I feel his cockhead right at my entrance. 

He pushes and I relax as much as I can. He goes slowly and my hole struggles to widen for him. I feel the sting. Once he manages to get his cockhead passed my stretched sphincter, the pain doesn’t go away.

“Fuck!” I moan and grab the bottle of lube. I add more liquid to my hand and bring the lube to my expanded hole and rub around his thick cock and my entrance. 

“Can I keep going?” Johnny asks, above me.

“Give me a second.” I mutter, as I continue adding more lube between us. I look up at my beautiful son. He has worry on his face. This must be the point where the girls call it quits. “Don’t worry, son. You’ll be fucking me soon.” I say, even though I have worrying thoughts.

“Ok, Dad. You feel so good. I can’t wait; I want more. I can’t wait to be inside you, all the way.”

“Push more inside me.” I tell him as I add more lube in my palm. His cock stretches my lips apart. It burns. His thick shaft slowly enters me. “Ok, hold on.” I need a moment to get used to his invading hard meat. I look up at my son and he is struggling. I get it but I’m proud of his restraint. 

“Dad, I have never been in this deep before.”   

I reached my hand to his dick. I wanted to feel how much more he needed to get in. I feel so full, so stretched. I feel a fistful of his cock still waiting to enter me, smearing his girth with more lube. Fuck, “Ok, give me more.” I say, determined for him to go balls deep.

“Oh, yes, Dad, yes!” He says, pushing his massive cock into me. I bite my lip, hard, as his dick enters me. “Oh Dad, thank you. Thank you!” He moans, practically crying.

I know Johnny’s entire cock has made it inside of me. I feel his wiry pubes tickle my balls. I can’t move. I feel like I might pop, split apart. I have never felt this stuffed before. It was a crazy feeling. My son’s cock filled my asshole to the fullest.

“Can I fuck you, Dad? Can we fuck?”

“Oh god, Johnny. Move just a little.” I whisper and I feel him move his hips. “Slowly.” Pain shoots through me but also pleasure. It hurts but also feels so fucking good. He didn’t pull out but he did push his groin into me.

I wrap my legs around him and hold him tight. He lowers down and puts his hands on the bed. He’s close to me and he leans down. “Dad. Oh, Dad. I’m fucking. I’m really fucking.”

“Yes, son…you are fucking. You are fucking me.” I moan. “Let me feel your fat cock slide in and out of me.”

“Fuck, yeah, dad!” He says, and I feel his length start to move in and out of my stretched fuckhole. I let the sting wash over me as I feel my cock harden again.

It’s slow at first and he watches my face. It moves from pain to pleasure as he fucks a little harder. It’s still tight and the burn is still there but I was feeling things I have never felt before.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream when I feel his huge, swollen cockhead graze across my prostate. “Right there!” I cry out needing more.

“Yeah, Dad. I can’t believe I’m fucking.” He says, thrusting into me. “This is amazing, dad. I think I might…I’m gonna…”

“Cum…Johnny. Cum.” I grunt. My knees were at my chest. My hands holding them in place. My cock rattled around, slapping my stomach, from my son’s enthusiastic fucking. I’m back to biting my bottom lip about to explode. My balls tighten up. Am I about to cum? “Oh god, Johnny! Oh, my boy!”

“Yeah, Dad!” He adds with his deep thrusts. “I can cum in you Dad, right?” He cries.

“Yes Johnny, cum in me. Cum with me. I’m about to cum!”

My son looks down between my legs at his huge cock stretching out my tight asshole with his deep fucking thrusts. My cock is pulsating and I lose it. My body couldn’t take it anymore. The pressure needed its release and I cummed. My cock pumped out my load as I rocked on the bed. The pain and pleasure washed over me as my orgasm caused my body to spasm and I holler out my son’s name.

“Oh, wow Dad! Holy shit!” He hammers into me as my climax washes over me. “Oh..Ohh...Yes!” He screams and I watch him convulse and shake as his first penetrated orgasm hits him. It hit him hard. He was mumbling, thanking me, as he dumped his youthful load deep inside me. He shook as he filled me up. Fuck, did he cum.

“Oh god.” I say, lowering my stiff legs and putting my arms to my sides. My stomach was covered in my white, creamy load. His fat cock was still inside me and it started to hurt. I let Johnny calm down. He slowly pulls out and his heavy, wet cock slaps against his thigh. I feel open, empty, almost hollow. I leak onto my bed as Johnny stands there, panting. He looks tired but happy. “Go take a shower and maybe a nap.”

Johnny looks down at my spent dick and my sticky stomach. “Yeah, I’ll shower and then I’ll heat up dinner. I’m starving.” He laughs.

“Sounds good.” I say, sprawled out, naked on my bed. My ass was going to be sore in the morning but it was worth it.

At the door, Johnny turns towards me. “Thanks, Dad!” I look up at him and smile. He runs back to me and kisses me on the cheek before he leaves for his shower. Yeah, if Johnny wants to fuck me tomorrow, I’ll let him. He can stretch me out again. I’ll take it.