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By many of his friends, Tony's dad was regarded as the coolest. They thought he was cool with his leather jacket and his motorbike and not to forget, the ever present cigar in his mouth. And although Tony had a huge respect for him, he couldn't help it but to feel a bit jealous of his dad. It was as if his friends didn't really want to hang out with him, but rather with his dad. He wished more than once, that he could be as cool and manly as his dad.

One day, when he was around 15 years old, he thought he found the solution: smoking. It would be so cool to show up at his mates with one of his dad's cigars. He would get so many street creds for that. He imagined casually lighting it up in front of his friends, just like his dad did. To take a deep pull and let out a slow exhale. To hand the cigar to his friends and see how they would choke on the smoke... That would prove how badass he was!

Those images settled in his mind and over time he got more determined that he would do it. So, one evening, while his father was working on his motorbike, Tony walked into his father's study. He knew where to go. He had been plenty of times in that room. He opened the cabinet where his dad kept his humidor. He noticed how his hands were trembling in anticipation. He steadied himself and he opened the top of the humidor. Dozens of brown sticks seemed to look at him Tony took a breathe, he could smell the earthy aroma comong from the cigars. It was as if they were beckoning him. They invited him to take one. They were the key to everything he wanted. He only had to take one and he would become like his dad. Cool... strong... a man.

For a second, he hesitated. He would be stealing from his dad. His dad had always been good to him and he had always given him anything he wanted and he would reward him by being dishonest to him. It was wrong. Yet, the urge to take a cigar was stronger.

Tony moved his hand towards the cigars. He picked one up. A fewling of euphory washed over him. Soon he would be the cool guy... the guy his mates looked up to... the guy- "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, SON?" his father said in a loud voice.

Tony snapped out of it. There he was, his hand still in the humidor. He was literally caught red-handed, like a child with his hand in the cookie jar. He felt his cheeks turn red. There was no point in lying. "I... I wanted to try one of your cigars, dad." "And why would you want to do that, son?", his dad asked. "I... I don't know... I mean it looks so cool... so manly... I mean, look at you! You smoke and drive your bike everwhere. You are the coolest guy in town... and... and...," he stumbled over his words. He felt so bad. "... and you thought that by smoking cigars, you would become a man?" his father finished the sentence, "Let me tell you this, son, smoking doesn't make you into a man, nor does driving a motorbike. Hard work, honesty and keeping your word... Those are the things that make real men." Tony could hear how disappointed his father was. He wanted to cry. "I am sorry, dad. I will never try smoking again!" His father saw how sorry his son was. In a softer voice he said: "I believe you son. Let's make a deal, you and I. If you work hard, be honest and keep your word and you don't start smoking until you are 21, you will get biking lessons as a reward." Tony, knowing that this was his way to redemption, promised it immediately.

From that day onwards, a change came over Tony. He used to be a bit of a slacker, but now he always gave his best. He worked hard in school and even though he was not a star student, he was always content with his grades, knowing that he gave it his all. Over the years he also was never caught lying. Always being honest was hard at first, but over time it gave Tony a confidence that he never imagined he could have. As for smoking, the temptation was always there, especially when several of his friends started smoking, but whenever the temptation became too strong, he just remembered the words of his father. "Hard work, honesty and keeping your word... Those are the things that make real men." He didn't do it because of the biking lessons. That was a nice bonus, but he really did it, because he wa ted to become a man, like his dad.

His father saw how his son had changed and he was proud of him. He was becoming a real man. He knew that several of his friends had started smoking, but he knew in a way that only fathers can know, that his son hadn't broken his word. He knew he could trust him.

So, on his 21st birthday, Tony got biking lessons and a few months later, he got his license. As he walked into the garage to tell his father the good news, he was astonished. For a moment he thought he saw double. Next to his dad's bike stood another bike. His dad came from behind, "Surprise, son." Tony was dumbfounded. His dad laughed. "You think you are up for a ride with your old man? I might know a thing or two that they don't tell you at those biking lessons." A grin appeared on Tony's face. "Of course!" "Great! Put this on!" His dad gave him a leather biker jacket. In less than a second, Tony had put the jacket on. There was something off, though. There was something in the inside pocket. He put his hand in and to his surprise he took a cigar out. "But... I thought... you always said... that cigars don't make you into a man." His dad grinned, "True son, but by working hard and keeping your promisses, you have shown that you ARE a man. The cigar is just a symbol for that." Tony walked up to his dad and embraced him. The recognition from his dad was the best gift he could ever receive.

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A few months later, at the outskirts of town, two bikers stop at a parking place near the river. They take off their helmets and enjoy the fresh evening breeze. Almost in tandem their hands reach into their inside pockets, where they remove a cigar. As the older guy lights his cigar, the younger fumbles in the pockets. Once the cigar of the older guy is lit, the other ask: "Hey, can I use your lighter?" The other one grins, "Did you forgot yours again, son? It seems that there is still a lot your old man needs to teach you." Tony smiles as he lights up his cigar. He had become quite the expert.

The two men sit in silence, enjoying their cigars as they look into the sunset.

Step two- bend over and relax your hole

Step three- take DAD’S cock, piss, ash, cum, fist in any order

Step four- once the oinking begins, AND at DAD’S discretion, fire up your own cigar

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“Hey fuckface, it ain’t going to suck itself. You’ve been wanting me for a long time now you are presented with my dick, now you balk? Fuck that shit. I don’t care that my cock head is too big. That’s your fucking problem....

It took no time at all to convince the boy to accept a ride. He was so agreeable and thankful for the help. He was also so talkative that he didn’t notice the soft lights coming from the windshield. 

He slowly stopped speaking, as the lights absorbed all his attention. His mouth slowly opened and I reached over, placing my cigar between those wanting lips. He sealed his fate as he drew in his first cloud of smoke. After that, he spoke only in muffled tones around the cigar. 

“You love the smoke, boy” 

“I love the smoke, sir” 

“You love the taste of smoke” 

“I love the taste, sir” 

“The smoke makes you obey me.” 

I love the taste, Sir.

Part 1

We were all naked, sitting around the small table in the main room of the cabin. Coach G was wearing only an apron as he was manning the grill. “Who’s next?” I asked with an evil grin as we dug into our lunch.

“We thought you might need some more time to recover.” Dad replied earnestly.

“Are you kidding me? This is a dream come true.” I quickly followed up. 

“I’ve got no issues going next. Plus, Frank likes sloppy holes best.” Coach G interjected, revealing Dad’s affinity for already fucked asses. I looked at Dad and he smiled a weak smile, obviously not wishing to share that with me right then. “The Kid’s been eye fucking me since he was a sophomore, it’s only right I show him what he’s been lusting after.” Coach G flashed a cocky smile.

“Sound good to you, Dave?” Dad asked, even though he didn’t have to. He knew well and good that I was into it.

“Get on the couch on all fours, Harris. I’m gonna have some dessert.” Coach Gelson said, nodding over to the couch before I could respond to Dad’s question.

I quickly got up from the table and assumed the position that Coach G had requested. I looked behind me and saw Coach G with a massive hardon approach, kneel, and dive in face first. His goatee tickled my puffy, sore hole. He lapped his tongue at my rear entrance before slowly working his oral muscle in.

Coach Gelson took his time eating my hole. He knew that I’d just taken the biggest cock I’d ever had and he was working to relax me to alleviate discomfort. His tongue prodded, penetrated, then backed off before repeating. Eventually, my hole relaxed and he was able to get the prize he was after. 

Mr. Calhoun’s load started to dribble out into Coach G’s waiting craw. “Look at him going to town.” Dad groaned as Coach G kept rimming me. My cock ached much like it had while Mr. C was fucking me, I kept hiking my ass back further and further.

“How do I taste, Phil?” Mr. Calhoun asked Coach G while his face was buried between my muscle cheeks. We could only hear the muffled sounds of Coach G moaning. My groaning filled the room in the cabin as Coach Gelson kept feasting on my rear. Coach G had me keyed just as much as I had been before Mr. C fucked me.

“Now you’re really open, Harris.” Coach G muttered, removing his face from ass. I looked back, his hulking, ripped, hairy body was pulling itself up from the floor. His face and goatee were shiny with spit and Mr. Calhoun’s cum. “C’mon, Harris, have a seat and go for a ride.” Coach Gelson instructed as he sat on the couch next to where I had vacated.

Coach G’s cock was rigid and leaking, the foreskin had been skinned back. It stood up straight from his lap with a slight upward curve. His heavy balls rested on the couch cushion as I maneuvered my 6’1 frame onto his lap. I grasped his fat cock, holding the lubed member steady as I slowly descended onto it. Coach Gelson lightly played with my nipples as his cockhead made contact with my hole.

“Atta boy, Harris, sink all the way down.” Coach Gelson encouraged.

My deep moans echoed in the cabin as Coach G’s cock penetrated and sunk a few inches into me. I held myself steady with a few inches of coach cock up my hole, then I slid down a little further. I felt my ass stretch as more and more cock filled me. My hands were planted on Coach G’s solid, hairy pecs for balance as I impaled myself further.

Coach Gelson’s expression was filled with lust as I finally bottomed out on his cock. I felt Dad’s hands on my shoulders and his hard cock poking me in the back. “So hot watching you, Dave.” Dad whispered in my ear before moving back to continue watching.

Coach G began to gently thrust his hips up, moving his big cock slightly inside of me. Soon, I began to bounce in time his mini thrusts. Any pain and discomfort faded away - all that was left was pleasure and a feeling of being filled. Soon, Coach Gelson gripped my hips, holding me in place, and began to thrust up with more forceful jabs. My fingers dug into his hairy chest muscle, stabilizing myself with the increased waves of intensity.

“How does it feel getting fucked open by your coach?” The hunky high school football coach asked as our eyes met.

“Like you wouldn’t believe… don’t stop.” I somehow sputtered out.

Coach Gelson grinned, then pushed me off of him. “Let’s really get this started, Harris. Get on all fours.” Coach G nearly commanded.

I stood up from my perch on Coach G’s big cock, it was shiny with lube, spit, and Mr. C’s cum - it looked massive and angry. Coach Gelson’s body fur was beginning to get matted down with sweat, his muscles flexed as he stood up from the couch. Dad was standing nearby, his cock stood in front of him, leaking. Mr. Calhoun sat on a chair, lazily stroking his hard cock while he watched.

I climbed back onto the couch and assumed the position. I felt Coach Gelson’s finger poke into my hole and he groaned. It was quickly replaced by the head of his thick coach cock, which he steadily sunk into me. No sooner had Coach G bottomed out, then he pulled back and sunk back in. His thrusts were deep and rhythmic, my ass clung to his fat shaft trying to milk out his load.

“That’s it, open up for Coach.” Coach G moaned as my ass slowly relaxed and opened up around his big tool. Coach Gelson incrementally increased his pace and power, his thick uncut cock sawed in and out of my hole. I gripped the couch cushions below me and braced my muscular 18 year old body against the now powerful fuck thrusts.

My hard cock smacked against my abs with each thrust from behind. My cockhead was leaking and coated in precum, giving the skin-to-skin smacks of my cock on my abs a distinctive wet sound, similar yet different to the huge cock pummeling my hole. I heard the men talking but I found it hard to focus on anything other than the reaming that Coach Gelson had ramped up to.

My eyes were unfocused, Coach G was fucking me into a stupor. I started to come back to reality when my eyes focused on Dad’s face. He was crouched down so that he was at eye level with me. “You good, Dave?” Dad asked, his voice heavy with lust but with unmistakable cracks of paternal concern. I couldn’t respond more than moaning and nodding as the pummeling continued. “Coach is deep dicking the hell out of you.” Dad said with a proud look on his face and gave me a quick kiss before disappearing from my line of vision.

I groaned as Coach Gelson took hold of my hips to keep them steady as he continued to plow in and out. “How’s he feel, Mike?” Dad asked Coach G as kept thrusting the length of his cock into me.

“Like you wouldn’t believe… he’s opened up… but still so tight… gripping…” Coach Gelson huffed and puffed without breaking rhythm. My hole stretched around his fat rod with each thrust. Coach G battered my hole, pummeling my prostate. I couldn’t form words or thoughts.

“You’re something else, Bud.” I heard Mr. C say as he crawled next to me. He craned his body so that his head was under me on all fours. He kissed my nipple then down my abs til he found my leaking, throbbing cock. He wrapped his lips around it and I inadvertently clenched my ass causing Coach G to howl. “Fat cock.” Mr. C moaned as he throated me, setting off a chain reaction.

My nuts tightened and I dumped thick rope after rope down Mr. Calhoun’s throat. I heard him moan and gag underneath me as he choked on my hot, thick seed. As my cock pumped out my nut, my ass clamped and spasmed around Coach Gelson’s thick ass-splitter. 

Coach G roared and his fingers dug into my hips as he unloaded deep within me. He pushed his cock as far in as possible, seeding me deep. He cursed and howled, I could feel his cock throb. Ever so slowly, he began to pull out, back onto his haunches then he plopped down on the couch.

Once my ass was free of his dick, I collapsed into a sweaty heap next to Coach G on the couch. “You’re a special guy, Dave. That was incredible to witness.” Mr. Calhoun said tenderly.

“Ed…” Coach Gelson’s deep voice had returned to its normal tone. “While you’re down there…” He asked Mr. C, nodding to his cock “Clean me up?”

Mr. C looked at Coach Gelson’s still hard and oozing cock, glistening with lube, cum, and spit. The older man looked back at me, smiled and winked before moving over to Coach Gelson. It was a mindfuck to see Ed Calhoun, Dad’s best friend, father of 3 crawl over to my high school football coach and the man’s cum covered cock into his mouth.

Both Mr. C and Coach G moaned as Mr. Calhoun’s lips engulfed the still hard member. He worked the head and shaft, cleaning the cock that had just fucked me into the couch. Slowly, Mr. Calhoun took more and more of Coach G’s cock down his throat. Mr. Calhoun’s married, ex-jock muscular bulk was crouched before the muscled and hairy football coach.

“Fuck… Ed…” I heard Dad moan with a hint of surprise in his voice as he now stood behind Mr. C as he deepthroated Coach G. Dad was the only one who hadn’t gotten off yet, his cock looked massive as he fisted his erection. His best friend was now worshiping his son’s football coach’s cock.

“I didn’t know you sucked cock like this, Ed.” Coach G moaned, letting his friend service him. Mr. C was now using his mouth and hand in unison as Coach Gelson threw his head back, his hairy muscled body splayed on the couch.

I was now sitting up kneeling on the couch watching intently. Somehow, I was rock hard again. Mr. C kept working Coach Gelson’s now rock hard cock. Both men were moaning, Dad was now directly over Mr. Calhoun’s right shoulder. Dad touched Mr. C’s muscled delt tenderly. Mr. Calhoun looked over and saw Dad’s throbbing cock.

“Go fuck your son, Frank. I have some work left to do here.” Mr. C half joked, eyeing Dad’s monster the whole time.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re a cocksucker, Ed? Cole teach ya?” Coach G moaned when Mr. C finally turned back to his massive dong when Dad moved towards me. I didn’t know who Cole was, that wasn’t the name of any of the Calhoun boys. 

“Think you can take it?” Dad asked, standing in front of me with his raging erection. His muscled form loomed over me as I half knelt on the couch. I wanted to swallow Dad’s cock like I had earlier, but I wanted him to fuck me even more. Even after the pounding Coach Gelson gave me.

“I’ve been wanting you to fuck me since before I can remember.” I breathed, obviously exaggerating.

Dad smiled and dragged a small footstool to the edge of the couch. He wanted me on my back and the footstool gave me just enough space to get comfortable with my ass hanging off the edge. Dad got into a half kneeling position and pushed a finger into my used and puffy hole. The other hand groped my muscular, mostly smooth body.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, Dave.” Dad murmured.

“Hottest thing on two legs.” I heard Coach G growl next to me with his cock still lodged deep in Mr. Calhoun’s throat.

“Goddamn your hole is so wet. Fuck, Son, I need to add my load.” Dad groaned urgently. He was the only one of us in the cabin who hadn’t gotten off yet.

“I need you to breed me, Dad.” I egged him on as he lightly lubed his cockhead for the initial penetration. The two massive loads from Mr. Calhoun and Coach Gelson would provide more than enough lubrication once Dad got his bloated cockhead in me.

Dad’s muscles flexed as he moved himself into position. His defined musculature rippled under his light coating of fur. Soon, I felt the kiss of his dickhead against my battered hole. Dad looked at me with a paternal, proud look and nodded ever so slightly to let me know that he was about to enter me.

Neither Coach G or Mr. C were ready for the loud deep moans echoing out of us. Dad and I had finally coupled, he was sinking in his fat dad-cock, the cock that sired me. Coach G had fucked out all my resistence, all that was left was the snug grip of tight muscle ass on Dad’s beefy fuckstick. Dad sunk all the way to the hilt, leaned in, and passionately made out with me.

“I love you, Son.” Dad whispered, breaking the kiss. Coach Gelsona and Mr. Calhoun had stopped. Mr. C came up from Coach G’s pulsating dick, they both watched, mesmerised as Dad began to fuck me. Our eyes never left each other’s gaze as Dad’s fat member bore into me time and time again.

Dad’s face told me that he didn’t have long until he added his seed to both of his friends’, deep inside me. I felt every inch of the man’s body that I could reach. I wanted to savor the moment, remember everything about it. I didn’t realize how close I was until I felt Dad’s hand grip my cock firmly.

“Seed for me, Son.” He growled, fisting my fat cock, looking for the third load of the short day from me.

It might have been the third load of the day for me, but that was all that it took. Dad thrust in hard a few times, in tune with his tuggs on my cock, making me shoot harder than I thought possible. Ropes of my cum arched high over my head onto the back of the couch, Dad kept pounding. “I’m fucking the cum outta you, Davy.” Dad almost cooed and I felt his cock pulse in me. Dad was seeding me with his nut.

I couldn’t make words or sounds. Cum kept gushing from my cock as Dad blew his DNA in my guts, adding to the DNA of his friends next us on the couch. Slowly, Dad stopped fucking me. I wasn’t really able to take stock of anything around me for a few minutes, I was in a fucked out daze. One thing I do remember is Dad’s half hard cock slipping out of my hole as he leaned against the couch catching his breath.

I felt stretched out. I felt full and empty at the same time. But most of all, I felt exhausted and happy. My head turned and I saw Mr. Calhoun and Coach Gelson looking at me with similar proud looks to Dad’s. I mouthed “thank you’ to them with a big grin on my face. Mr. C winked at me before snapping back to Coach Gelson.

“Gimme that load, Coach!” Mr. C grunted, turning back to Coach Gelson’s cock, pumping it furiously in time with his suction. It was undeniably hot, watching Mr. C, noted family man, beg Coach G for his cum.

“Jesus Christ, buddy!” Coach Gelson moaned, and Mr. C tugged on the football coach’s nuts. “You’re gettin’ it all!” Coach G roared and his cock throbbed. He held Mr. Calhoun’s head still and pumped his cock in and out, emptying his nuts into my dad’s best friend’s throat. Mr. C choked and coughed, clearly not used to swallowing such a big dick and a large, thick load. Coach Gelson’s cock kept oozing cum as it shrunk, now finally satisfied.

“Thanks, Ed, you really threw me for a loop.” Coach Gelson chuckled as he caught his breath from the back to back orgasms.

“Ed, buddy, I could really use one of those. I’m still ready to go but I don’t think the kid can take it again.” Dad asked as Mr. C pulled off of Coach G’s cock looking satisfied. 

Mr. C looked at me, fucked out on the couch but intently watching. His satisfied expression drew into a smile. “Sure, Bud, I’ve always wanted your bone.” Mr. C replied to Dad. “Coach, Frank needs your seat. Might as well give his boy the best view in the house.” Mr. C said and Coach G agreed.

Dad hauled himself onto the couch next to me. “You doin’ ok, Sport?” Dad checked in on me. 

“Never better, Dad.”

“Jesus! Ed!” Dad moaned, at that second, Mr. Calhoun throated Dad’s monster to the root. He almost immediately choked and backed off. 

“Fuck this thing is big” Mr. C breathed as he coughed and came up for air, as he wasn’t himself hung like a horse. Before taking a more manageable portion of Dad’s cock into his mouth. Mr. C lewdly groped Dad’s naked body. Dad moaned and shoved more of his cock down Mr. C’s throat when his nipple was tweaked. It was clear nothing like this had happened between the two men before.

“He’s so damn hungry for it.” Dad said, looking at me. Mr. Calhoun was using a similar hand and mouth technique he used on Coach G with an added emphasis on Dad’s nuts. “Ahh, buddy, I love it. You’re gonna make me cum big. You want my big nut don’t ya? You wanna taste it, huh? It’s coming, bud!” Dad rambled as he lost his load in Mr. Calhoun’s eagerly sucking mouth and throat.

Dad’s toes curled as Mr. C swallowed wave after wave of Frank Harris spunk. After the orgasm’s peak, Mr. C meticulously milked the last drop of cum out of Dad’s cock. Both men then sat back, breathing hard.

“Tell Cole ‘thank you’ from me if he’s the one who taught you that.” Dad said to Mr. C lazily. I still didn’t know who Cole was.

“I’m starving. Is there a pizza place in town?” Coach Gelson interjected before any of us had truly recovered.

Jake knew that he had to sneak the cigar quickly. His future Brother In Law Ethan had been cool enough to ask him to be a groomsman in the wedding. Jake really liked Ethan and thought of him as a surrogate big Brother. It was the night of the Bachelor party and Ethan had already snuck Jake a flask full of single malt scotch although he was not of age. He had handed it to him with a wink and said to “be cool” about it. While everyone including Jake’s Father and Uncles was focused on the hot young stripper twerking her ass off, Ethan quietly handed Jake a just lit cigar and jerked his head toward the smoking patio. Ethan couldn’t explain why his cock became hard as steel as he drew the acrid smoke into his young mouth. Maybe it was being treated like a man and not a boy by someone in his family. Maybe it was his hot blonde and bearded Brother in Law to be was awakening a side of him that he didn’t know about yet. He just knew the feeling of Ethan’s wet spit on his lips was making his cock leak in his jeans. He wanted to see Ethan blowing thick clouds of bluish smoke from his bearded lips. He wanted to kiss him and taste the smoke on his tongue. He wanted to drink in Ethans cigar spit. Jake knew instantly that this would be the first of many cigars and he couldn’t wait to explore the connection between older bearded men, cigars, and his dick.

Caleb is a young contractor working on a new home build project just outside of Austin, TX. He'd recently moved to Texas from Alabama in order to start over after a difficult break-up with his long-time girlfriend. He was glad to have the distraction of work to focus on since his current living situation is up in the air.

Caleb's client, Larry, found him via a lucky web search. Larry said he wanted someone from outside of the area so the project wouldn't look exactly like all the other homes in the area. They spoke several times about the project over Zoom before Caleb felt comfortable taking the leap to move out of state.

The more they spoke, the more connected Caleb felt to Larry. They were both single. Larry had also gone through a break-up recently, which led him to want to sell the house he was living in and start over as soon as possible. Larry was about 15 years older than Caleb, and a senior researcher at a biomedical engineering company with ties to the military.

After Larry convinced Caleb to take the project, he encouraged the contractor to save money by living with him in his current home. At first, Caleb thought it was an extremely odd request, but Larry insisted it would be convenient and they could spend evenings ensuring the project was meeting specs. Larry also had lots of contacts with sub-contractors.

While the arrangement was far from traditional, it seemed to work. The house was actually ahead of schedule. Caleb found hi self enjoying Larry's company and starting to see him as more of a friend and mentor than he ever thought. Surprisingly, Caleb didn't miss going out and enjoyed being home with Larry. He even enjoyed Larry's cooking a lot!

The day finally came when the project was done. Larry met Caleb at the worksite so they could do the final walk-through.

"Damn, man," Larry said, "This place is my dream. You did an amazing job." Caleb blushed, "Well, I never thought this crazy arrangement would work, but I'm super proud of it. Thanks for being a great client and partner on the project."

Larry pulled out two thick cigars, saying, "I think it's time we do a little celebrating!" Caleb took the cigar, rolling it in his fingers for a moment. As he watched Larry light and begin puffing away, blowing his smoke in Caleb's direction, he froze. Something wasn't right.

"What's wrong, buddy?", Larry asked as he continued blowing smoke in Caleb's face. "Is my smoke bothering you?" Caleb's mind seemed to switch off. He was no longer doing what he would normally do. He felt scared as he suddenly looked as Caleb in a new way...with desire in his mind. A desire he had never had before. He wanted this man.

Larry smirked around his cigar as he could see Caleb's mind fighting the hypnotic triggers he'd been inserting since their initial conversations online. Once Larry knew Caleb had the skills he needed and he was single, Larry hatched his plan to build not just a house - but a home.

"It's OK, hon," Larry said, "It's time to let the new you out." With those words, Caleb immediately lit and stoked his cigar to life. As he pulled on the cigar, Caleb began taking on a more sultry look. His beard began thickening, along with a slight rounding of his cheeks.

After a few minutes, Caleb reached over and grabbed Larry - pulling him in for a deep, smoky kiss. Shaking his head, Caleb apologized saying, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me." Larry smiled then said, "There is nothing to apologize for, except for apologizing. You are going to want to do that and a lot more very soon."

Caleb couldn't stop pulling on his cigar, but managed to ask, "What are you talking about?" Larry responded, "I see there's still a bit of that straight bro in you, but that will be gone soon. May as well tell you the full truth as he ceases to exist." Caleb's eyes grew wide, but he couldn't stop smoking the cigar.

"I told you what I do, but I wasn't totally honest," Larry said, "My company recently developed technology to help the military make soldiers more compliant. During testing, I came across another potential use - changing someone's physical appearance."

"Why me?", Caleb asked. "Oh, I never knew it would definitely be you," Larry continued, "I interviewed several contractors, but once I saw you and we started talking - I knew you were the one. Lonely, wanting a change, could do the job, and handsome to start. Once I got you here, it was easy. I just put the compound in your food - and the highest concentration in the cigar you're smoking right now."

"This is bullshit!", Caleb exclaimed, as he glared toward Larry while sliding his smouldering cigar into his jaw with his tongue. "There he is!", Larry said excitedly, "I can see the dominance in your expression. Have you looked at yourself lately?" Caleb didn't know if he wanted to punch or pounce on Larry - his brain was totally fogged. Larry grabbed his hand and led him to a mirror.

As Caleb looked at himself, he couldn't help but to like what he saw. He had gained both muscle and fat, filling out his frame and face. His beard was thicker and hair on his arms and chest was darker and more full. He didn't want to like this, but his mind said it was right. He took a long pull on his cigar and exhaled. "Damn boy," he said, "You did it."

"Oh yeah," Larry said, "I knew this would work. Even calling me, boy! I knew those binurals I played each night in your room were working. Once the physical transformation took place, I just knew you'd settle right in, Daddy."

As Larry continued, he further explained how he was ready to settle down with the man of his dreams. The only problem was that he didn't exist. He knew he would take it into his own hands to create him. And he did. Caleb would continue to change, both physically and mentally.

The home Larry had Caleb build was to be their home. While most of Caleb's past would fade away, he remembered being the one who built their home and take constant pride in that fact. Larry, however, knew the truth and was just as proud of creating the daddy of his dreams. A barrell-chested, cigar-smoking, dominant, man's man - who would do anything for his boy and life partner.

“Dave! Are you ready yet?!” Dad called up the stairs.

“In a minute!” I yelled back. I could feel my mother rolling her eyes standing next to Dad.

I had put off packing for the weekend trip, I wasn’t as excited for a weekend at the lake cabin as I usually was. I hoped that Dad hadn’t picked up on it, and it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be around him, it was actually the opposite. I knew I was bisexual for a while at this point and I had an intense attraction to my dad. I’d been able to keep it under control, but my libido had been in overdrive lately. So, I avoided the man.

Dad had arranged a weekend “guy’s trip” for us to the family lake cabin. I was set to graduate high school the next week and I’d accepted a full scholarship to play football at Tech. Dad wanted one last bonding trip before I headed off to college.

Finally, I ambled down the stairs with my duffel bag slung over a shoulder. “You finally ready to go, Dad?” I asked, clearly joking. 

“You’re always waiting on me, aren’t ya?” Dad joked back, casually patting my shoulder and tousling my hair as if I were a young kid.

I had to rein in my feelings and attraction as he touched me. I didn’t know how everyone wasn’t crushed out on my father. He was the fun-loving dad-next-door type, he was an ex-college jock who kept up with his workouts. His big muscled chest filled out the “Tech Dad” t-shirt he was wearing and his arms and shoulders likewise stretched the fabric taut. His out of date cargo shorts did nothing for the form of his lower body, and for that I was thankful.

Mom wrapped me up in a hug and said goodbye as if she’d never see me again, as always. Dad pried her away so that we could get on the road. The sun was harsh as Dad drove and I studied the details of his face. He sported opaque sunglasses supported by a nose that was a hair askew from breaking it playing football in college. His hair was short and neatly styled in the standard way. His brown hair was beginning to gray at the temples, making him look even more distinguished.

Dad and I talked the whole way, we’d always been close. I was hoping he hadn’t noticed that I’d pulled away recently, I wanted to tell him why, but I didn’t think he would be able to understand. For the moment, I was happy just to be spending time with him without thinking about what his cum tasted like.

As we got to the end of the long driveway, I noticed that there were other cars. “Dad, who else is here?” I asked as we drove past right up to the front door.

“Dave, Son, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Dad said, his deep voice trying to hold back excitement.

I couldn’t think of what it would be. Had he invited my friends to the cabin for the weekend? Dad hurried me inside the 2-bedroom cabin. Once inside, I was even more confused. Standing in the main living area was Coach Gelson and Mr. Calhoun.

“Dave, you may want to sit down.” Dad said, and I suddenly got very nervous. Dad looked at the other men assembled in the room, took a deep breath, and addressed me. “Dave, I know what you want - I’ve seen the porn on your computer.” I could feel my heart beating in my ears, what had he seen? “And, you didn’t know it, but you reached out to Ed on whatever that app is called.” He nodded over to Mr. Calhoun, his best friend. “Ed showed me your conversations, all of them.”

“Who? What app?” I tried to play dumb.

“Daddy Finder.” Mr. Calhoun chimed in.

“You’re…” 

“Daddydick69.” Mr. Calhoun said with a straight face before chuckling. The rest of the men burst out laughing at the user name. I was thankful for the laughter breaking the tension I felt. Seeing Dad and the other men in stitches laughing helped put me at ease that I wasn’t in trouble.

“Like I was saying, I know everything, Dave. I wouldn’t have gone snooping but something changed lately, you’ve been pulling away from me. At first I was worried it was drugs, but now I know why.” Dad said to me, a look of relief and caring plastered on his handsome face. “Thanks to your detailed descriptions of your fantasies to… Daddydick69, I was able to arrange this.” Everyone chuckled at the handle one more time, this time I was included. I was feeling less attacked, though still confused. 

“What is ‘this’?” I asked.

Dad looked at Coach Gelson. It was apparently the signal he needed. Coach Gelson ambled over, leaned in, and kissed me on the lips. His neatly trimmed goatee tickled my clean shaven face as our tongues mingled. Just as I had the presence of mind to touch him, Coach Gelson pulled away. “I think you told Daddydick69 that you could never stop staring at my bulge or my chest.” Coach Gelson said with gruff pride. He was wearing a threadbare Central High Football t-shirt and his standard athletic coaching shorts. At 37 years old, Coach G was the youngest of the three men present.

Coach Gelson carried the air of a drill sergeant during practices and weight sessions, but it was the only way he knew to get the most out of his athletes. He was imposing, a former collegiate tight end, he stood 6’3 with dark brown, close cut hair with matching goatee. His chest was a prominent shelf of solid muscle looming over his flat stomach. His huge biceps balled up as his arms moved and his tree trunk legs tensed and flexed as his weight shifted. I didn’t even need to check out his ass - I’d had hours to memorize it through his shorts at practice.

“According to Daddydick69, you also have the hots for ol’ Ed.” Mr. Calhoun chimed in, jokingly referring to himself.

“Fuck… you’re for real? This is for real?” I was still incredulous, hardly processing that Coach Gelson just tongue kissed me. My cock on the other hand, needed no time to process, I was rock hard and throbbing in my shorts.

“You’ve earned it, buddy. We’re all so proud of you.” Dad added.

We sat there all staring at one another for a few minutes.

“Can we all get naked?” I finally asked.

“Fuck yeah!” Mr. Calhoun jumped up and pulled off his polo shirt. He’d been wearing the standard issue suburban dad “weekend uniform” a polo shirt and khaki shorts. Mr. Calhoun had a great ex-jock build. Full chest and arms of meaty muscle with the slightest of guts. The extra padding just accentuated the muscle underneath, it made him even more studly to me. His salt and pepper hair was thinning on top and his closely cropped beard was mostly silver with dark flecks - with the exception of his mustache and chin where he retained his dark hair.

His broad, powerful chest and stomach had salt and pepper fur leading down to a thick half hard cock. He tugged on it a few times before looking up at me. I’d stopped midway through taking off my shorts to watch him undress. He flashed an almost shy, self conscious grin - a rare moment of vulnerability for the normally goofy, carefree man that I knew. He wasn’t in as good of shape as Dad or Coach Gelson and now he was naked on display in front of a football jock.

“Fuck, Mr. C… you’re so fucking hot.” I leaned in to kiss the man, and he growled into my mouth. His hands pulled my shorts free of my grip and I stepped out of them. My hands explored the expanse of his solidly muscled body, eventually finding his fully hard cock. I broke the kiss and stood back, Mr. C was an inch shy of my 6’1.

I looked around and saw Coach Gelson standing naked with a massive erection. His muscles looked as I’d imagined, coated in thick dark fur. His uncut cock was slightly curved up, long, and thick. I then turned and took in Dad. He looked like an older carbon copy of me. 6’1 with a nice muscular build, leaner than Mr. Calhoun. His thick dark hair grayed at the temples and he kept his face clean shaven.

His body fur was flecked with silver, but overall his fur wasn’t as dense as Coach Gelson’s. His thick, hung, veiny cock stood straight at a 45 degree angle. The cut head shone in the light as it leaked precum from the slit.

“Trust us, Harris, we’re just as hot for you.” Coach Gelson chimed in, calling me by my last name.

“Jocks are our favorite.” Mr. Calhoun said with a sly grin.

I grinned and sank to my knees. I’d idolized Dad my entire life, lately more than anything I wanted to have sex with him. I wasn’t going to pass it up. It was a mindfuck to wrap my lips around the throbbing cock that made me, I could tell that Dad shared my sentiment as a shudder went through his body as my tongue explored his shaft.

“Fuck, Dave, where’d you learn to suck like that?” Dad moaned. I felt the other men’s eyes on me as I tried to mumble an answer around the fleshtube poking at the back of my throat. I’d swapped suck jobs with some of my high school teammates, though none of them was hung like the men here. Other than that, I tried to emulate the countless hours of porn I’d watched.

“Kid’s a natural cockhound.” Cooed Mr. Calhoun.

Dad rocked his hips slightly, moving his swollen head against the tightness of the back of my throat. Then, suddenly, the tightness gave way and Dad’s thick member sank all the way down my gullet. My nose ground into his pubes and his dick throbbed.

“Jesus Christ! He just fucking throated me.” Dad cried out, trying to hold back his load. He rocked his hips gently plunging his dick in and out of my throat. It was then that I felt a tongue prodding between my cheeks, followed by a pair of hands prying my ass globes apart. I moaned around Dad’s big dick as he fucked back into my throat.

I could feel Dad’s cock throb harder, I could taste his precum. I looked up at my jacked, hairy father, he tossed his head back and kept face fucking me. I could feel his nuts draw up close to his shaft and I knew that I was in for his load any second. “Feed him that nut, Phil. He’s cum hungry for his dad’s load.” I heard Coach Gelson encourage. That let me know that Mr. Calhoun was the one eating my hole. It shouldn’t have been too hard to guess, Mr. C’s beard hairs were driving me crazy against my hole.

“I don’t want to cum yet, we just got here!” Dad lamented as he retracted his cock from my throat. My hand instinctively went to rub my sore jaw. Mr. Calhoun redoubled his efforts rimming my hole and I eased my ass back onto his face.

Dad backed up and slung his arm around Coach G’s naked shoulders. They looked at each other then at me with huge smiles on their faces and hard cocks between their legs. Coach Gelson reciprocated Dad’s gesture, putting his arm around Dad’s shoulders. “Harris, you ever been fucked?” Coach G asked gruffly.

“Yeah, Coach. Tommy and I mess around.” I responded, my voice cracked with lust as Mr. C kept eating my hole.

The men around me groaned. Tommy was my teammate and a stud linebacker. He was headed to Tech on a scholarship - we were destined to become rivals. It was clear that the men also had the hots for my friend.

“Just Tommy?” Dad asked, almost surprised I wasn’t getting more action. I nodded to him, as Mr. Calhoun had just penetrated me with his finger.

“Your dad says I can have the first crack at your hole, that sound good to you, Bud?” Mr. C said softly into my ear as he now pushed two fingers into me.

“Fuck yeah, Mr. C.” I groaned as he fingered my prostate. My cock ached and leaked as Mr. Calhoun fingered me from behind as Dad and Coach G looked on.

“I gotta get inside ya, Kiddo.” Mr. C murmured as he twisted his two fingers inside me. “Why don’t we take this to one of the beds?” Mr. Calhoun asked louder, for Dad and Coach G to hear also.

“Lead the way.” Dad instructed as Mr. Calhoun and I got ourselves off the floor and he led me to one of the bedrooms.

“Get on your back, Buddy.” Mr. C murmured warmly. As I laid myself down the bed, I took in his form once more. Mr. Calhoun's form was imposing, over six feet with plenty of muscular bulk. He also had a slight amount of middle aged padding. His body hair was flecked with silver, his mustache and goatee mostly retained their darker coloring while his beard and the thinning hair on his head shone mostly gray.

He was the quintessential dad next door, he was fun loving, easy going, and related well to his kids and their friends. His warm, kind nature coupled with his handsome features and ex-jock build drove me wild. He beamed down at me, proud, horny, and excited - he was like a second father to me. His bright eyes twinkled and his fat dad-cock jumped in time with his heartbeat as he slicked it up with lube.

Dad and Coach Gelson entered the room as Mr. C was raising my legs to expose my hole. “You want it? You ready for it, Bud?” Mr. Calhoun asked as I took hold of my legs. He was definitely more hung than Tommy, all three of them were. But, I’d never been more excited in my life.

“Like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve been thinking about this for years.” I murmured and Mr. Calhoun chuckled as he pressed his lubed cockhead against my tight hole. Mr. C grinned and winked at me as he began to apply pressure.

We both moaned when he finally broke through and his cockhead sunk into my hole. He paused the penetration there and ran his hands over my body. Slowly, he fed my hole more of his fat ramrod. “You’re doin’ great, Dave.” Mr. Calhoun encouraged, I noticed Dad and Coach G were watching intently.

“Fuck, you’re thick!” I hissed as more of Mr. Calhoun slid into me.

“You like it?” Dad asked from behind Mr. C. The initial penetration had hurt, but Mr. C was clearly experienced and took it slow, easing himself into me which helped greatly with my discomfort. By this time I was mostly feeling the stretch and pleasure, the discomfort had moved to the background.

“I think so.” I moaned, seeing Mr. C smile down at me.

“You’re taking it better than most.” Mr. Calhoun said as he sunk more up my ass. Better than most? I had so many questions, but I wanted to stay present and enjoy the fuck. He slowly fucked in and out, my tight guts clung to his fat cock.

My cock ached for release, but I didn’t want it to end. It jumped and bounced each time Mr. Calhoun thrust. Precum was pooling in the trenches defining my abs as Mr. C gently and skillfully fucked my ass open. “He fucking loves it.” Coach Gelson cooed as I felt him move to the bed to get a better view. Coach G looked incredible, his muscled, hairy body was on full display. And his big, hard, uncut cock was raging.

“It’s better than I imagined, Coach.” I groaned between gritted teeth as Mr. C pushed in deeper than before. Mr. C paused to let me get used to the depth he’d reached, so Coach G leaned in and kissed me. Our tongues danced and he rubbed his rough hand over my nipples and played with my chest before breaking the kiss.

I could feel the tell-tale tingling in my balls, my load was churning to be released. Mr. Calhoun’s beefy, muscled, and hairy body kept rhythmically pumping his fat dad-cock in and out of my hole. Dad whispered something into Mr. C’s ear and they both chuckled. Dad then leaned in and kissed Mr. Calhoun on the lips.

That was all it took for me to go from on edge to actively spewing thick, white ropes of hot cum. I hosed down my chest and abs with my own load as Mr. Calhoun let out a yell, my ass clamped down on his massive cock  He thrust in once more, triggering more cum to rocket out of my cock.

“Jesus Christ!” Mr. C bellowed as his cock throbbed inside me. He was dumping his load deep into my guys. “Fucking milking it outta me.” He breathed as he orgasm kept going - longer than he thought. Slowly, we collapsed into each other.

Mr. Calhoun lowered his body onto mine, my cum now covering both of us. He kissed me, our lips parted, Mr. C’s hand cradled my head as we kissed deeper. He broke the kiss, kissing down my neck before finally pulling himself off of me. By now, I was seeing stars, our quick makeout during my post coital glow and taken me to another plane.

“Thanks for that, Buddy.” Mr. Calhoun breathed, now laying next to me on the bed. His best and stomach hair was matted to his body with sweat and my cum, his cock was slowly deflating.

“That was incredible, Mr. C.” I replied, finally having caught my breath.

Dad and Coach G were still primed and ready to go. I was worried, since I’d never been fucked with anything approaching the size of Mr. Calhoun’s cock, I didn’t know if I could take them right away. “I think Dave might need a rest.” Dad said, looking from me to Coach G.

“I’m starving anyway. I’ll fire up the grill.” Coach Gelson responded. 

“I’ll help you get lunch ready. We’ll give these guys some time to get cleaned up.” Dad suggested, following Coach Gelson out of the bedroom, their hard cocks leading the way.

I laid on the bed with Mr. C for a few minutes before we said anything. “Better than you imagined, huh?” Mr. Calhoun joked, breaking the silence and referring to what I saw when he was deep inside me. 

“Yeah, Mr. C, I used to think about it all the time.” I confessed, no point in being coy after the man had fucked a load out of me, and one of his into me. “When you had us over to use the pool, I used to try and walk in on you to see your cock.” 

Mr. C laughed a deep belly laugh. “And here I thought your Dad never taught you how to knock.” Mr. Calhoun turned on his side, propping himself up on an elbow as he faced me. “You can walk in on me anytime, Dave.” His eyes shone brightly and if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought his cock was plumping up again. For a split second, I thought about hopping on for another go.