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“Your hole feels so fucking good,” Darryl exhaled, glancing down at his dark anaconda as he thrusted in and out of Robbie. “I can’t wait to fuckin’ dump my load in you.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Robbie moaned, grinding his ass against Darryl. “I want you to breed me with that big cock, bruh. Fill my hole with your warm seed.”

I couldn’t move, glued to the live porn show before me. I had never seen two guys fucking in person. There was something beautiful about the animalistic brutality of it. I could have watched all day—if Robbie hadn’t noticed me leering in the doorway.

“Dad—shut the fucking door,” Robbie screamed at me while Darryl continued to plow my son, his big black cock working like a piston in Robbie’s pink hole. “Get the fuck out!”

I fumbled backwards in a state of shock, closing the door. Was this really happening? My sweet boy taking dick up his ass in my house? Unsteady on my legs, I inched my way slowly downstairs.

Undoing my necktie, I poured myself a scotch, calming my nerves before my wife got home. As the alcohol eased my anxiety, the sounds of my son getting his ass railed continued to echo through the house—bed springs squeaking, skin slapping skin, moans of ecstasy.

“What’s that noise upstairs?” my wife Helen asked as she breezed in the door twenty minutes later carrying her tennis racket after a game at the club, her blonde mane pulled back into a ponytail. “Is Robbie playing a video game?”

“No—it’s—uh—” I stammered, not knowing how to tell Helen that her precious baby was upstairs giving up his ass to a buddy.

“Wait a minute,” my wife stopped me, her manicured index finger in the air. “Is Robbie watching porn upstairs?”

“No, Helen,” I shook my head. “I walked in on him accidentally. He’s not watching porn. Robbie is having—”

“Oh my god,” she shrieked in horror, her hand covering her face. “Robbie is having sex?”

“Yes,” I nodded resignedly. “He turned eighteen last month. We have to accept that he’s a man now.”

“Who is the girl—the little slut who seduced our son?” Helen inquired, rage in her eyes.

“Well—uh—”

“Christ,” she cut me off. “Robbie better be using protection. I’m far too young to be a grandma.”

“From what I could see, they weren’t using protection,” I reported, “but there’s no need to worry about an unwanted pregnancy.”

“What do you mean?” Helen asked, a look of confusion on her face.

“Robbie was—uh—having sex with a boy,” I answered flatly.

“Wait—are you seriously telling me that Robbie had his dick in some boy?” she spat.

“No,” I replied. “I’m saying that a boy had his dick in Robbie.”

“Who was the other boy?” Helen demanded. “This boy with his dick in our son?”

“It was Darryl,” I reported. “You know—Leon and Denise’s boy—the really tall one with the basketball scholarship to State.”

“You mean Darryl Washington?” she gasped. “I can’t believe it—that Robbie would have sex with—with—Darryl.”

“Because Darryl is Black?” I asked.

“Of course not,” Helen shot me with a stern, disapproving glance. “I dated several Black men before I met you.”

“Wait—you never told me that you—”

“You’re losing focus,” my wife interrupted. “Darryl’s race has nothing to do with the issue. I’m upset because Robbie is having sex with a boy.”

“Well—I would argue that Darryl is a man now,” I began to explain, “especially if you’d seen the size of his—”

“I volunteer with Denise at the senior center every Thursday,” my wife cut me off. “And now her son has his dick in my baby boy? Should I call Denise? Doesn’t she need to know?”

“What?! Call her to say that her hung-as-fuck son is over here, balls deep in our son’s ass?” I laughed incredulously. “I don’t think that’s a conversation you want to have with Denise.”

“Fine. But I didn’t need to know that Darryl has a big one,” Helen scolded. “That’s an image I’ll not soon forget. But wait—doesn’t Darryl have a girlfriend? That pretty girl he took to prom—the one with all the braids?”

“I don’t think that matters,” I surmised. “The rules have changed with kids nowadays. In their casual hookup culture, any hole is fair game.”

“Fair game or not—I can’t believe Robbie is having sex with boys,” Helen shook her head in disbelief. “I had no idea that our precious baby boy is—is—I can’t even say it—gay.”

“Come on, Helen,” I chided. “You had to suspect the boy might be gay. Robbie threw a wedding for his G.I. Joe action figures when he was six, for Christ’s sake. And he owns more shoes than you do.”

But before Helen could respond, we heard footsteps upon the stairs. The fucking had stopped. Robbie was soon ushering Darryl out the front door, the stench of raw sex and cum wafting through the house.

“You have some explaining to do, young man,” Helen started in on Robbie as soon as Darryl had left. “Is Darryl your boyfriend?”

“My boyfriend?” Robbie laughed. “God no. We were just hooking up, okay? Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“I’m just—I’m just not sure I’m comfortable with you having sex with boys in our house,” Helen continued.

“You and Dad have sex in this house,” Robbie retorted. “I don’t see the difference.”

But before Helen could respond, an urgent knock came at the front door. Robbie looked toward the door expectantly.

“I’ll get it,” I announced, eager to break the tension in the room.

Opening the door, I discovered Joey Balducci, Robbie’s best bud from all the way back to first grade. Joey was now well over six feet tall with hairy arms and legs, and had packed on some serious muscle since I’d last seen him.

“Hey, Joey,” I greeted the boy as he stared down awkwardly at his large feet, not looking me in the eye. “You and Robbie gonna shoot some hoops in the driveway like old times?”

“No, Dad,” Robbie intervened, pulling Joey into the house and towards the stairs. “Joey is here to fuck my ass. And for the love of god, please don’t come barging in on us.”

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