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“Yep,” I confirmed, entering the room with a towel around my waist, freshly showered. “You showed up drunk and dumped two loads in my ass before passing out.”

“We were overstaffed, so they sent me home,” I reported, noting his apprehension. “What? Is that, like, a problem for you?”

“No,” Dad dismissed. “It’s just that I—uh—I’ve sort of got—”

“You’ve got a hookup coming over,” I cut him off.

“Yeah,” he admitted sheepishly. “He’s gonna be here any minute.”

The divorce had been good for Dad. With my nagging mom out of his life, he began to put some serious work into himself. By lifting weights and eating right, Dad lost the beer belly and had packed on some serious muscle. Almost overnight, he was a total zaddy.

Dad found more than just a new body at the gym—he found easy sex with guys. Getting his big dick sucked by a sauna slut was a revelation for him. He no longer needed the hassle of sex with women—the dating, the romance, the drama. Sex with men was, well, just sex. No strings. Pump, dump, and go.

Unapologetically, Dad started dragging home guys to fuck on a regular basis. Most of them were my age or younger—often barely legal. It was impossible to ignore the psychology behind that, but it was really none of my business. My dad supported me without question when I came out to him in my teens, and now I owed him the same.

It became fairly common for me to awake in the middle of the night to the sounds of Dad giving it to some young guy—the bed springs squeaking, the headboard hitting the wall, Dad grunting his load into yet another wrecked hole. And so I wasn’t surprised to learn Dad had invited over a hookup when he thought I’d be at work.

“I’ll stay out of your hair,” I promised Dad. “Is this one a regular?”

“A regular?” Dad laughed. “Life is too short for regulars. Nah—he’s just a piece of ass I found on Grindr, looking to get his boy pussy dominated by a hung daddy like me.”

But before I could respond, the doorbell rang. Dad lunged for the door, opening it to reveal a blond twink who looked not a day over eighteen. With his lithe body and tight ass, I knew Dad was going to eagerly enjoy pulverizing his cunt.

“I’m confused—are you guys tagging me?” the twink asked, taking me in as he entered the house.

“No,” Dad insisted quickly. “He’s my son, but he’s not joining us.”

“Okay,” the twink shrugged as Dad steered him back to his bedroom, his hand on the boy’s ass.

I knew it was sick. I knew it was fucked up. But I enjoyed eavesdropping on Dad when he was fucking a guy. It was like having live porn in the house, though just the sound. But hearing those sounds—the moans, groans, and grunts—could really get me off.

“That’s it—fucking choke on it,” I could soon hear Dad growling, the boy retching on Dad’s big dick. Dad loved receiving oral and rarely fucked a guy’s ass without first ramming his throat. “Watch your fuckin’ teeth,” Dad admonished.

“Sorry,” the boy croaked. “You’re thick as fuck.”

“All the more reason you’re gonna love it up your ass,” Dad rejoined playfully, with what sounded like his cock slapping against the boy’s cheek.

Dad soon delivered on his promise, the boy screaming his head off as Dad penetrated his tight hole. “Slow up—slow up,” the twink begged, his voice echoing through the house. “You’re so fucking big.”

But Dad didn’t slow up, as evidenced by the sounds of him grunting as he thrusted deeply into the boy over and over again. Skin slapping skin, the headboard hitting the wall. Dad was giving it to him hard.

“Spread those legs—open that cunt wider for me,” Dad ordered as the twink moaned like a bitch in heat. “Yeah. You’re gonna get my cum soon.”

Dad wasn’t kidding—pumping his load deep into the boy with a loud, “FUCK,” that shook the walls of the house.

“Breed me,” the twink begged. “Yeah—fucking seed me.”

The house was remarkably quiet after Dad dumped his load in the twink. I knew it would be just a matter of minutes before the boy did his walk of shame in front of me, Dad steering him to the front door, never to return.

As predicted, Dad’s door creaked open, footsteps in the hallway. But Dad was alone, naked, his big cock wet and glistening with lube and cum.

“You want to fuck him?” Dad offered. “He wants to have his ass tagged.”

Jesus, this was fucked up—but so fucking hot. Scrambling to my feet, I pulled off my clothes as Dad led me to his bedroom. I was rock hard before crossing the threshold.

“Your cock looks just like mine,” Dad winked. “I’m glad to see you that you inherited my—endowment.”

I paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of the twink on all fours atop the bed. From his gaping hole leaked my Dad’s pearly load—the primordial ooze of my own existence.

“As you can see, you’re not gonna need lube. He’s ready to go,” Dad observed, pushing me into the bedroom. “Now fuck the slut.”

Gripping my hard cock in my fist, I stepped up to the plate and pushed into the twink as he sighed in delight. I slid into his depths effortlessly, his stretched hole already used and abused by Dad’s big dick.

The feeling of Dad’s warm load coating my shaft as I made my first deep strokes was sublime. No synthetic lube can compare with the natural viscosity of another man’s cum.

“You like his big cock up your ass?” Dad hissed into the twink’s ear. “You like getting dicked down by a father and his son?”

“Yes,” the boy croaked, his puffy hole straining against my girth. “His big cock feels so good inside me.”

Dad moved behind me, his hands massaging my shoulders like I was a boxer about to go into the ring. “You like his cunt?” Dad inquired, his hot breath at my ear. “You like fucking him with my load in his guts?”

“Yes, Dad,” I nodded, pounding the shit out of the moaning twink, his hands gripping the bedsheet as I pummeled his wet hole. “His cunt feels so fucking good.”

“You gonna take his load?” Dad turned his attention urgently back to the twink. “You gonna let my son cum up your ass?”

“Yes,” the boy nodded breathlessly.

“I can’t hear you,” Dad persisted. “Tell me you want his cum. Tell me you want to be bred by a father and his son—both our loads swimming in your cummy hole.”

“I want your loads,” the twink voiced louder. “I want to be bred by a dad and his son.”

“Because you’re a slut,” Dad prompted.

“Because I’m a slut,” the twink cried out, gripping the sheet tighter as I rammed him harder.

“Good,” Dad smiled. Turning to me, he gave my marching orders: “Dump your load in this slutty motherfucker.”

As if on cue, my balls responded promptly, my cock throbbing, my shaft swelling. “FUCK,” I grunted, the walls shaking as my cock erupted inside the twink’s used pussy.

“Damn,” Dad marveled, his hands on my shoulders once more. “You even sound like me when you cum.”

With my balls emptied, I pulled out of the twink, my load commingled with dad’s load as it leaked from that wrecked cunt. Swiping up our cum soup with his fingers, Dad fed it to the twink.

“Yeah, taste our loads together,” Dad ordered as the twink ravenously lapped up the melange of cum from Dad’s fingers.

“Show him to the door,” Dad announced suddenly as he ambled to the bathroom, his work done. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“That was fucking hot,” the twink shared, pulling on his clothes, cum still leaking from his pulverized boy pussy. “You think you two might like to fuck me again?”

“Sure,” I lied, knowing Dad was too eager to sample life’s buffet, never wanting to eat the same meal twice.

Dad grilled up some steaks for dinner. Over a few beers, we compared notes on the slutty twink, Dad also sharing anecdotes of the many guys he had bagged in recent months. It was fun being able to talk to him about sex like a buddy and not just my dad.

I was watching TV in bed later that evening when Dad suddenly appeared in my room, thrusting his phone in my face.

“What do you think of this guy?” Dad asked, a photo of a half-naked bear cub in a lascivious pose on the screen, his hairy body begging to be defiled. “He’s down to be tagged by us tonight. And he says he’s looking for something called DP. What the fuck is that?”

“DP—you know—double penetration,” I informed Dad. “He wants both our cocks in his cunt at once.”

“Christ, that’s hot,” Dad gasped, his shorts tenting as he quickly pinged our address to the cub. “He says he’ll be here in ten minutes.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

“To wear my kit every time I came to the gym…”

And what are you going to do?

“Wear my kit from now on, Sir…”

And what do you want to say to him?

“I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again, Sir. I know what happens when I don’t follow Coach’s rules…”