elkoos

“Christ, Tyler,” he startled. “Don’t you ever knock? I thought you were going out tonight, hitting that new gay bar with your buddies?”

“Nah, I’m more in the mood for some Netflix tonight,” I replied, my eyes consuming Dad’s body. “So, what’s the selfie for? You trying to tempt Linda with a booty call tonight?”

“No,” Dad snapped the selfie and then quickly pocketed his phone. “Linda and I are done, and I need to upload a profile photo on a dating app that I just downloaded. I need to get laid tonight.”

“I hear you,” I laughed, stopping myself from offering up my ass to him. “I’m sorry about Linda,” I offered feebly, though I wasn’t sad to see her go. 

“She was a fuckin’ bitch,” Dad laughed. “I’m better off without her. There’s plenty of other fish in the sea.”

“I know you don’t like hearing this from your gay son—but you’re hot as fuck,” I shared. “You’ll have no problem scoring pussy on that app.”

“Yeah—we can only hope,” Dad smiled, retrieving his phone from his pocket again. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to upload this selfie.”

“Do you need help?” I offered. “Some of those dating apps can be difficult to use. Is it Tinder or Bumble or—”

“I think I’ve got it,” Dad interrupted. “You have a good night, Tyler,” he dismissed me, clearly eager to get his dick wet that evening. 

Five minutes later, I was stretched out in my bedroom, scrolling through Netflix, when Dad appeared in the doorway. “I can’t get this fucking photo to upload to my profile,” Dad smirked, handing his phone to me. 

“Dad—this is Grindr,” I gasped, looking at his phone screen. “Since when do you fuck guys?”

“Uh—since about a week ago,” Dad admitted sheepishly. “I fucked this one young guy who hit on me at the gym.”

“Did you fuck him at the gym—like in the sauna?”

“Jesus, no,” Dad spat. “I fucked him in the parking lot, in my truck. Look, let’s not make a big deal outta this. I need to get laid on the regular and fucking an easy gay dude is far easier than trying to get some bitch to spread her legs for me.”

“I agree completely,” I nodded. “I just wish you’d have told me that you’re fucking guys.”

“What I do in my bed is none of your fuckin’ business, son,” Dad spat. “Now are you gonna help me with this damn profile pic or not?”

In the span of thirty seconds, I showed Dad how to upload a photo to Grindr. “You’re welcome,” I called out sarcastically as Dad ripped his phone from my hand and wordlessly sauntered back to his bedroom. Five minutes later, he appeared once again. 

“The app says this one power bottom is thirty feet away,” Dad thrusted his phone in my face, the Grindr grid box on his screen looking like some fucked-up version of the Brady Bunch. “Do you think this guy is Frank’s son next door? Is he even eighteen? And what the fuck is a power bottom?”

“That’s not Frank’s son who is the power bottom—it’s me,” I admitted. “I logged onto Grindr to check out your profile. You really should mention that you’re hung like fuck. You’ll get more hits.”

“Will do,” Dad noted. “Wait a minute—how do you know that I’m hung? You’ve never seen me hard.”

“Well, I’ve seen you getting out of the shower with a chubby plenty of times,” I confessed. “And Mom once told me that birthing me was a walk in the park compared to taking your huge cock.”

“She never could take my big one,” Dad laughed to himself, staring at Grindr again. “But hang on a minute—you never told me why your profile says that you’re a power bottom. What is that?”

“A power bottom is a guy who likes being fucked for a prolonged period—often rough, and often by multiple guys in one session,” I enlightened my father.

“Christ,” Dad scrunched up his face. “That was too much information, son. I’m sorry I asked. Just do me a favor and log off Grindr, okay? I don’t need to be hitting up my son for sex.”

“Would fucking my ass be so bad?” I jokingly called out as Dad disappeared down the hallway.

I was still scrolling through Netflix when Dad appeared in my doorway just moments later. “I’m chatting with this one guy who says he wants my big cock, but he keeps asking for more body and dick pics, even though he hasn’t unlocked his photos for me.”

“Block him,” I advised my dad. “He’s a pic collector. He’s just trying to get a bunch of your pics.”

“Why?” Dad asked naively.

“He has no intention of hooking up with you—or anyone, for that matter,” I explained. “He just wants to jack off to your pics.”

“Jesus,” Dad rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’m blocking the fucker.”

Ten minutes later, Dad was back in my room again. “What are poppers?” he wanted to know. “This guy I’m chatting with is down to fuck, but only if I have some poppers. What is that?”

“It’s a smooth muscle relaxant that you inhale from a small bottle,” I educated Dad. “It’s a form of huffing.”

“Huffing?” Dad spat. “Oh hell no. I’m not gonna hookup with some strung-out druggie.”

“It’s not like that, Dad,” I tried to explain. “Many guys like to—”

But Dad was already down the hallway again, retreating to his room with his phone in his hand, the sound of Grindr pinging over and over again. I returned my attention to Netflix once more.

“What is gen?” Dad poked his head into my room a few minutes later as I was just starting to get into a show. “This one guy said he’ll let me fuck his ass if I’m gen. What the fuck is that? Is he asking if I’m Gen X? Because, I was born in—”

“Dad,” I cut him off. “He wants to know if you’re generous—if you’ll pay to have sex with him.”

“Absolutely not,” Dad spat. “I’m not paying for something that I can get for free. Shit, with my big dick—that little fucker should be offering to pay me for sex.”

“Okay—calm down, Dad,” I raised my open palm. “Look—it seems like you’re having a hard time navigating Grindr. And that’s okay. It can take a little while to get the hang of it. In the meantime, why don’t you just fuck my ass?”

“That is off the table, Tyler,” Dad protested. “My dick made you—it’s not going inside you. That’s called incest.”

“Incest?” I laughed. “What—are you worried that you’re going to impregnate me with a mutant baby? Don’t be crazy, Dad. There are many fathers out there who enjoy giving it to their adult sons. There’s a whole genre of gay porn dedicated to it.”

“Well, that’s not for me,” Dad spat, turning on his heels to retreat to his bedroom once more. “I’m not fucking my own son.”

Dad was still in his room over an hour later when I closed out Netflix and started to get ready for bed. I could still hear Grindr pinging intermittently from his room, but it was now after midnight and things appeared to be slowing down for Dad. I felt bad for the guy. He desperately wanted to get his big dick wet that night. Instead, he would likely end up rubbing one out while alone in bed.

But then I heard Dad’s heavy footsteps in the hallway again. What would it be this time—a question about felching or maybe what the abbreviation DP stood for? Nothing could have prepared me for what Dad really wanted.

“I’m done with this Grindr shit for tonight,” Dad tossed his phone onto my bed table, his big dick straining against the front of his shorts. “You win, Tyler. I’ll fuck your ass.”

“You—you’re serious?” I stammered, thinking I must be dreaming. “You sure that you—?”

“Hurry up and let’s do this before I change my mind,” Dad barked, pulling off his shorts, his huge cock already at full mast. He was easily north of nine inches and thicker than my wrist. “You got any lube around here?” he scanned the bed table. 

“There’s lube in the drawer,” I directed, stripping down and positioning myself on all fours atop the bed. “Just slather up and shove it in me.”

“No—not like that,” Dad insisted, greasing up his big dick, pumping it with his fist. “I’m not gonna fuck you doggy—I want you to ride it for me. If you want my nut, I’m gonna make you work for it.”

“I’m game for that,” I smiled, straddling Dad as he laid himself flat upon the bed, his muscular arms propped behind his head, his big dick reaching for the ceiling. “You just relax and enjoy the ride,” I winked. 

“Fuuuuck,” Dad exhaled as I sat upon his big cock, my hands resting upon his hairy pecs. “Jesus, I needed a warm cunt like this.”

“Christ, you’re thick,” I winced, my sphincter straining to accommodate his massive girth as I moved down his shaft, a fireman sliding down a pole. It felt like I was being fisted—by Popeye. 

“It’s a hole stretcher,” Dad gloated, his hands moving to my hips as I finally hit bottom, his balls mashed against my sphincter. “Yeah, take it all the way,” he encouraged. “Damn, no bitch has ever been able to take me balls deep.”

“I think you’ll find I’m capable of many things that a bitch can’t do,” I taunted as I began to raise and lower myself upon Dad’s lap, his big cock gliding in and out of my talented hole. 

Dad licked his lips, allowing his hips to get into the action, rising and falling, matching my rhythm. I began to pick up the pace, riding him harder like a kid on a pogo stick. I clenched my anus, gripping him from within, essentially jacking him inside my fuck canal. 

“Yeah, ride this big cock,” Dad encouraged, his thick fingers digging into my sides, his pelvis pounding me harder. “Take this big, fuckin’ dick.”

He was getting me deep as I rode him hard, pushing further into my void than any cock had before. His big dick was battering my bowels, slamming up against my inner-sphincter, on the precipice of breaching it. 

“I felt that,” Dad observed as his cock head suddenly pushed through the portal to my inner chamber—that deepest recess in which only the largest of cocks can find shelter. Instinctively, my eyes rolled back into my head. Dad had brought me to nirvana. 

“You’re so fucking deep,” a tantric voice from within me cried as a switch was flipped. Automatically, without control, I began to ride Dad hard. Emboldened, he got into the action, pounding me mercilessly, his hairy balls slapping my ass. The sensation of fullness inside of me was overwhelming. 

“You’re rock hard,” Dad observed, staring down at my cock. My rigid rod was striking his furry abs repeatedly, my precum pooling in his navel. “I must be getting you good.”

“I—I think I’m gonna cum,” I announced urgently, riding Dad like a bucking bronco as my own cock began to swell and throb. “I’m gonna bust.”

“Let it out, son,” my dad demanded. “Shoot your load.”

“FUCK,” I gasped as my pearly cum went airborne, launching from my throbbing cock and fanning out upon my dad’s hairy chest. 

“That’s it, Tyler, shoot that hot load on me,” Dad reveled in the warm rain upon his furry body, matting his chest hair, flooding the crevices between his abs.

Even the straightest of men will get rock hard at the sight of another dude blowing his wad—the ubiquitous money shot. Men are hardwired to get aroused by the sight of an ejaculation, an innately primal act intended to propagate his lineage by depositing his seed into a fertile hole. Though my own hole was certainly not fertile, my dad was ready to breed it after witnessing my money shot. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” Dad warned, my sphincter still pulsing around the base of his cock, my body still in the throes of an amazingly intense orgasm. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he shared through gritted teeth, trying in vain to hold back his wad. 

“Breed me,” I begged, my hands digging into his hairy chest, bracing myself for impact. “Seed my fucking hole.”

“You’re about to get it,” Dad assured me, his body convulsing beneath me, his massive cock throbbing in my depths. “I’m so fucking close—Here it comes—OH FUCK—OH SHIT—FUCK—FUCK.”

Instantly, a warmth consumed my bowels as Dad’s big dick unleashed a torrent within me, flooding my guts. Over and over, his cock spewed his seed into my void—the seed that once made me now swimming in my depths. Sharing in his orgasm, a man’s most sacred act, I never felt closer to my father.

“Fuck—I’m too sensitive now,” Dad pushed me off his big cock as soon as his orgasm completed. His dick flopped audibly against his hairy thigh as his load gushed from my wrecked hole. 

Leaning forward, I sucked his cummy cock clean, his delicious ambrosia upon my lips. “Mmm, you taste good,” I moaned, my tongue then traveling north, lapping up my own load from Dad’s furry chest and abs. 

“Gimme a taste of us,” Dad craned his head towards me, our lips meeting passionately, our commingled loads swirling between our tongues. “We taste good together,” Dad noted, licking his lips as we parted. 

“Sorry, Dad,” I apologized, looking down at his furry body that was matted with sweat, cum, and saliva. “I’ve made a mess of you.”

“It’s nothing that a good, hot shower can’t handle,” Dad noted, rising from the bed, his spent dick dripping one last drop of cum as he ambled to my bathroom. 

Instantly, I heard Dad turning on the shower water, clouds of steam soon billowing from the bathroom. Blissfully, I balled up a pillow beneath me upon the bed, reveling in the warmth of Dad’s load within me. 

I was nearly asleep when Dad sauntered back to my bed after his shower, his big cock hanging full between his hairy thighs. He picked up his phone from the bed table and immediately opened up Grindr. 

“Don’t tell me you’re seriously looking for another ass to fuck?” I asked incredulously. 

“I’m not looking for me,” Dad gave a devious smile. “I’m looking for you. I want to find a few more hung tops to come over here and join me for round two. Let’s see how much of a power bottom you are, son.”

“I dunno man… you got any others?”

“Well, yeah but… I dunno if you wanna see them.”

“It’s chill, bro. Show me.”

“Okay… so this one is without the boxer briefs… what do you think?”

“That’s a huge cock, bro.”

“Haha yeah… I’ve got more, too… more angles… and one where I nut.”

“Yeah keep swiping through. I wanna make sure you send her the best one. Where your cock looks best.”

To get a raise at the company Charles worked at, an employee has to be able to personally impress the company owner and founder, Mr. Knight. He’s notoriously hard to impress, and with his average job performance in nearly every way, Charles doesn’t seem to have much of a chance of being able to prove his worth.

That all changes, however, when Mr. Knight got divorced from his longtime wife and very obviously stopped having his physical needs met, if the near-constant prominent bulge in his suit trousers is any indication, at least. Charles knows he has to act fast before one of the female secretaries snares Mr. Knight for themselves, so he marches right into his boss’s office at the first opportunity and straight up offers to be the boss’s full-time personal cocksucker in exchange for a raise.

Mr. Knight was initially surprised at his employee’s bold offer, as well as frankly skeptical that the seemingly happily married straight employee had what it takes to meet his needs considering they haven’t even sucked a cock before. When he questions Charles about it, however, Charles is quick to offer an explanation.

Apparently, Charles had been quite the slut back in his university days and had had many encounters with both men and women and had even been his frat’s semi-official cum dump during his senior year. He’d been especially known for his oral skills and had been able to get anyone off with just his mouth and tongue. After he’d started dating his now wife, he’d stopped dating other women, although he’d still sucked a few cocks here or there before giving that up too once he’d actually married her, although he had gone out with a bang by sucking off nearly all his groomsmen during his bachelor party.

But now that he needed to provide for his coming family, he was willing to jump back onto the metaphorical pole and wrap his lips around the literal pole in his boss’s pants in order to get the extra income. His wife wasn’t exactly aware of what her husband had been doing with other men whilst they were dating or what he was about to do with his boss now that they were married, but as long as Charles kept her in comfort, she probably wouldn’t ask too many questions.

After hearing all that, Mr. Knight considered it with the same air he would a business deal, although Charles was hopeful of his chances, considering that the large bulge in Mr. Knight’s trousers had made an appearance. Finally, Mr. Knight decided to offer Charles a trial run of sucking his cock right then and there to see if he truly had the cocksucking skills necessary to be Mr. Knight’s permanent on-call cum dump.

Charles wasted no time in accepting the trial run by falling straight to his knees, pulling down Mr. Knight’s trousers to free the already hard cock from his pants, and swallowing it down in one practiced gulp. Mr. Knight hadn’t been expecting just how good Charles was at taking cock down his throat, and he’d grabbed the back of Charles’s head to control the pace of Charles’s bobbing head, which had been about to cause Mr. Knight to prematurely bust his load.

Charles was out of practice enough that he nearly gagged on Mr. Knight’s member as his boss manhandled his head back and forth along its length, but it didn’t take long for Charles to use his wet mouth and practiced tongue to bring Mr. Knight to release directly into Charles’s mouth. As Mr. Knight recovered his breath from the most intense release he’d had in years, he allowed Charles to remove his mouth from his still sensitive cock while still holding on to the back of his employee’s head.

As Charles withdrew, a combination of cum and spit hung in lines between Mr. Knight’s cock and Charles’s lips. At the sight of it, Mr. Knight groaned and offered Charles the permanent position of his personal assistant with a pay bump alongside it on the spot. As soon as Charles had gasped his acceptance to the offer, Mr. Knight had shoved Charles’s head back down and gone for another round of pummeling his new assistant’s throat.

When Charles’s wife heard about the pay raise he’d secured as well as the new job he’d acquired, she’d been so proud of her husband for stepping up and doing what was necessary to provide for them, even though she wasn’t totally sure what his new duties actually involved.

He didn’t say a word, just watched me insistently. As driven by a spell I walked towards him and kneeled down between his thick hairy legs. I worshipped him from the toes to the tip of his cock for hours that seemed unending.

Yet once the time came to join the things changed. I still hated being there but little by little I began changing my mind, spending my days in an only-male company most of them my age. ‘Just have fun while you’re here’ they told me.

Young, single, and horny the sailors to be began doing all kinds of stuff in the dark, behind closed doors, on our time off from training. And that besides the all to present ass-slapping, dry-humping, and other things they were doing during the day, sometimes in the eyes of the senior sailors, who not only had nothing to say against it, but encouraged the behaviour.

I was shy to join their games and got scared when I woke up from a wet dream where I was having sex with my shipmates. Until one morning the captain had a word for me in front of everyone else. He said that it has been long enough and I still haven’t shown any sign of camaraderie with my fellow sea-men. He urged that if I wanted to stay I had to show it.

“This is not simply lust, it’s what keeps this ship sailing. There is no need for those who do not share both strive and fornication with their fellow sea-men” That morning was my initiation, a tradition for those who are slow to join the ranks of the white sailors.

The captain picked four junior shipmen that he trusted the most and entrusted me to them while everyone else was watching from the sidelines. Watching them approach to undress me, their bodies glistening in the sun, my defences wore off and I gave in the carnal ritual.

That morning I lost the concept of time. It all felt like a dream, my holes getting filled from all sides. Being stretched and used, sucked and fucked, fondles and dominated. I woke up from that pleasure journey all wet and semen covered, breathing heavily and smiling.

“Are you ready to be a sailor, boy?”

“Yes Sir!”