“Young man? Would you please come with me?” the muscular, hairy daddy asked, standing over me in swim trunks and a pair of shades as I sunbathed on the resort beach, the sun glinting on his wedding band. “I need to ask you a few questions.”
“Are you, like, a cop or something?” I asked, sitting up abruptly to address him.
“Not exactly,” he dodged. “I just need to clear up something with you.”
“Am I—am I in some sort of trouble?”
“Not if you comply with me,” he answered evasively.
“Well, I insist you tell me what this is about,” I demanded.
“I’d rather not discuss this here,” he leaned in while glancing around at the other beach goers nearby, “but it’s about the guy you sucked off last night.”
“Which guy?” I replied, knowing I’d sucked off no less than twelve guys at the resort the prior night. “Can you be more specific?”
“The young man you sucked off in that nest of palm trees,” he pointed, “during the luau dinner last night.”
“FUCK,” I gasped. “He told me he was eighteen—I swear. I mean, I didn’t check his ID or anything but he said—”
“His age isn’t an issue,” the hairy daddy interrupted, raising his hand to stop my verbal diarrhea. “The boy is eighteen, barely. I just want to talk with you about the—uh—incident with him.”
“Why?” I asked skeptically. “You work for the resort or something? Am I gonna get kicked out for blowing him?”
“No,” he answered. “I’m not with the resort. I’m the boy’s father.”
“FUCK,” I gasped again. “Sir, I’m really sorry. I’m not like a predator or something. I don’t go around grooming younger guys, honestly. If it’s any conciliation, your son was the one who propositioned me.”
“Yes,” I insisted. “Your son approached me at the buffet and said one of the waitstaff told him that I suck cock—which is true, I’ve sucked off just about every waiter at this place since I arrived—and then your son asked if I’d blow him.”
“And so you led my boy out here to the darkened palms and drained his balls?”
“Yeah. He was in a rush to get it done.”
“Did you deep throat my son?” the daddy asked. “Take him to the balls?”
“What? What kind of a question—?”
“Just fuckin’ answer the question,” he snapped, “and there will be no trouble.”
“Yes—yes I deep throated him,” I answered truthfully. “But it wasn’t easy. The kid’s got a big one.”
“And did you suck him to completion?” the daddy persisted. “Did you swallow his load?”
“Yes,” I admitted readily. “Every last drop. What kind of cocksucker do you think me? I always swallow.”
“Okay, I’ve heard enough,” the daddy stated dismissively. “Please come with me.”
“I don’t—I don’t have to go anywhere with you,” I protested. “You can’t—”
“Look, you dirty, little cocksucking slut,” he cut me off, “either you come with me, or I’ll report you to resort security. I’m sure they’d love to know you are engaging in lewd and inappropriate behavior with guests who are barely legal.”
“Okay—fine,” I acquiesced, gathering my towel and beach sundries.
“Leave those here,” he commanded. “This won’t take long.”
I followed the muscular daddy back through the resort beach access, past the pool, and into the guest changing cabana, where he directed me into a private stall.
“In here,” he ordered, pushing me into the small vestibule. He looked mad and, for the first time, I worried he might intend to harm me. He had a good twenty pounds of muscle on me. I didn’t stand a chance.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I pleaded. “I’m really sorry that I sucked off your son. If you’d just let me—”
“Shut up and suck my dick,” he barked, locking us into the changing stall and pulling down his swim trunks, his thick hairy cock flopped against his thigh.
“Are you fucking hard of hearing?” he snapped, gripping his hardening cock in his fist. “Suck—my—fucking—dick.”
Wordlessly, I dropped to my knees and took his hard, hairy, nine-incher down my throat. Sure, I love sucking the young ones, like his son. But another part of me loves having my tonsils abused by a hot, hung daddy like him.
“That’s it,” he exhaled, his hand moving to the back of my head. “Yeah—deep throat this big cock. Take it to the balls.”
Dutifully, I choked on his big one, his balls mashed against my chin. “Fuck, you’re big,” I gasped, coming up for air, saliva coating my chin.
“Shut up and suck me,” he commanded, shoving his cock back down my throat, his hands going to either side of my head as he proceeded to skull fuck me.
“You like this big cock?” he demanded, pummeling my throat at a relentless pace, tears streaming down my reddened face. I’m a sucker for a good face fucking, and this guy was delivering. “I can’t hear you,” he persisted. “You Ike this big cock?!”
“Mmmpft, hmmph,” I nodded, gagging on him.
“Christ, I love a good throat,” he growled. “My wife’s baggy pussy can’t compare with your talented throat. Fuck, this is good.”
His low-hangers slapped my chin, his cock head abusing my tonsils. The scent of his heady pubes filled my nostrils as he pummeled me—his thick nine-incher a battering ram down my throat.
His speed intensified, his breathing grew rapid. Faster and faster he abused my throat. I’d sucked enough dick to know his violent force couldn’t last much longer. I was right.
“FUCK,” he grunted, his cock erupting in my throat, nearly gagging me on his massive load. Breathing through my nose, I allowed him to stay buried in my throat, his cock spewing rope after rope of his creamy seed.
He pulled out of me abruptly, a rush of air escaping my throat. One last drop of cum clung to the tip of his cock, only to free fall and splat audibly onto the tiled floor.
“How’d—how’d you find out that I sucked off your son?” I stammered, trying to catch my breath as he pulled up his swim trunks, stuffing his spent cock back into them.
“He told me you sucked him,” the daddy reporter with a shrug. “When I couldn’t find my son at the buffet, he confessed that he slipped out for some grade-A head.”
“Yeah,” the daddy laughed. “My son and I share a—what should I call it?—predilection for a good blow job. So when my wife booked a massage for this afternoon, I came looking for you and that mouth pussy.”
“But why—why put me through all that questioning?” I demanded. “You scared the shit out of me. Why not just approach me and ask me to blow you? I would have said yes.”
“That’s not as fun,” he laughed wickedly. “But I do have one last question for you. Do you take it up the ass?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, excited about the prospect of getting my hole stretched by his big one. “But I’m not prepped right now. I would need to—”
“I’m talking about tonight—after my wife is in bed,” he clarified.
“That can work,” I agreed. “But we’d have to meet here in the cabana again—I’m staying with friends and can’t host in my room.”
“Oh—and you’re welcome to bring your son.”
“You dirty slut,” the daddy smiled. “You want to get tagged by a dad and son? Is that your game?”
“Fuck yeah,” I exclaimed, my hole already twitching in anticipation.
“Okay—meet the boy and me in here at 11 tonight,” he turned to leave.
“Wait—” I called out. “You guys want me to bring some condoms?”
“Fuck NO—unless you plan on making water balloons,” he laughed, slamming the door behind him.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
