JoSmith

I knew I was gay since I saw Tommy Dawson in the locker room changing for gym class in eighth grade and I noticed he had a rather big dick. I got hard immediately and sucked off to a bathroom stall before I became fodder for the bully brigade.

I felt the same way around dad when he stripped down to just his shorts and a smile in the boat. I knew I couldn’t keep the facade up forever and being alone with him in a boat with next to nothing on was just daring fate.

So I agreed because he is my dad, but I hedged my bet. I told him I’d go but I get to bring a buddy. His eyes widened but acquiesced once I told him I wanted to bring my bestie, Greg. He’s been my rock through high school and more importantly he knew how I felt about these fishing trips. I told him after I came out to him after sharing wine coolers one Saturday night. He may not look it, all bookish and smart, but his strong arms are my comfort zone when I feel down.

We aren’t boyfriends, but I can always rely on him to make me feel better about things.

Dad agreed but only after telling me he was bringing a buddy from work then as well. He didn’t go into who it was, just that it was someone who had been asking him to come along for a while now. I didn’t care as I would have Greg there to be my shield against my internal demons.

On the Friday morning we were heading out, Greg showed up at my apartment with a goofy grin and even goofier hat as he packed his fishing rod and snacks for a weekend into my jeep. We headed off to meet Dad at the camp site on grampa’s lake front in the middle of fucking nowhere.

An hour later and we were pulling in beside Dad’s red dusty Ford F150 outside the cabin. As we started to unload Dad came outside to meet us. No shirt with his furry chest gleaming in the early summer sun. I tried not to stare and turned my head to his left and saw something even more treacherous; a bare chested guy who could model for a bad cops calendar. Jesus Christ, I was in trouble here!!

As Dad grabbed some gear from my jeep, he introduced us to Bryce, a coworker of his. Right then I was rethinking my choice of employment. I shook his firm grip and greeted him only to be met with a low grumble of a hello and a nice to meet the son I’d heard so much about. I chubbed up immediately.

We headed inside and as Greg and I headed into our bedroom, I collapsed across our double bed and bemoaned about how I was going to survive this weekend. Greg suggested I just come out to my dad, but I replied back that I would probably end up as a fishing accidental drowning and that would be the end of me. I mean, come on, you saw how masculine he and mister muscles looked. You think they want to be around a fag?

Greg just looked at me and gave me a hug and said that I was stronger than this and helped me put away my clothes.

When we came back out, Dad was putting away some bottles of beer into the fridge and Bryce was sitting at the table going through his tackle box, probably for the fourth time today.

Dad looked up and said that he waited until I got here for me to help put the boat into the lake. Then he clapped his hands and said it was time. If we got it in now, we may be able to take a quick ride before sunset on the lake.

Greg and I helped guide dad as he backed the boat down to the launch site and slowly released the craft from its trailer after it was backed into the lake. Bryce stepped in and applied his muscles to help release it while I guided it over to the pier grampa but behind the cabin. As I steered it I realized that all the years coming up here with Dad had given me some skills.

Fifteen minutes later dad had parked his truck again and the guys were gathered around boat to take our inaugural ride on the lake. As I looked around at the big beautiful body of water I was reminded of the many trips dad and I had made up year. Never caught a lot of fish but then I never claimed to be a fisherman. Truth be told, I would be more at home looking at a tv or a tablet watching a show with naked fishermen fucking each other. Oops, better not go down that rabbit hole!

I focused instead on dad’s prelaunch checklist. Safety measures all in place? Check. Spare gas can in the tool box area? Check. No exposed wires? Check. Everyone ready? Double check!

The ride around the lake was quite relaxing as I took in familiar sites. The big rocks along the east shore that looked like people. The hill with the two tall spruce trees that leaned towards each other. The pool along the shore that was deceptively cold and deep. The little island in the center that held only bugs and a metal box with three matchbox cars in it. Definitely a ride into my past but it helped me keep my mind off my dad, who seems to keep getting attractive every year and his friend who’d I’d let teach me how to be the ultimate bad boy.

We got back to the cabin as the sun was setting and secured the boat before heading in for dinner. Bryce whipped up some tasty hamburger and potatoes dish that was polished off before we rose from the table.

I volunteered to do up the dishes to keep me from being too exposed with my constant hardon from seeing Bryce’s sexy smile as he placed his arm around both my dad and Greg as they headed to the porch to sit.

I did a slow cleaning as I cleared my head from the bad thoughts surrounding dad’s friend. I was usually just clearing my head from dad and his attractive body, but this trip was going to be twice the battle. Before I joined them in the porch, I slipped into the bathroom and jerked off a rather full load in hopes of allaying my obvious desire for them. It worked, sort of…

As I stepped outside there was a bit of scuttling as room was being made for me. There was only two chairs so I grabbed a seat on the floor by dad’s feet. Greg was already leaning against Bryce’s legs and I just thought that he was rather bold. Then I was cursing him for getting first contact.

We sat like that as dad recounted past adventures he and I had made, even retelling how we had buried the treasure chest on the little island when I was twelve.

When Bryce asked if it was always this quiet up here, dad explained that grampa owned the entire lake and a good bit of the grounds beyond it. Wanted to have a sanctuary to be able to escape to. Then Bryce added that we could all go butt naked then and nobody would be any wiser!

I swallowed a hard gulp as the guys laughed and then Dad said that the fish would protest to see your ugly ass naked though. After that the mood shifted to a quieter setting and not long after we were heading to bed. Dad and Bryce had the master bedroom while Greg and I shared the secondary unit.

Once in bed, I was going to ask Greg how he managed to be leaning against those amazing strong hairy legs but I fell asleep before I realized just how tired I was.

I woke with a serious need to pee so I slid out of bed with a singular focus in my mind. So much so that I didn’t realize that I was the only one in my bed. After relieving myself, I slowly walked back to the bedroom but was stopped by noises emanating from the other bedroom. Curious, I stepped closer to the door to investigate.

Figuring I would hear the secret discussions of my dad and Bryce, I was surprised to hear Greg’s voice with them, urging them to fuck him like the bitch he was.

What? Did I hear that right? I heard Greg grunting again as the bed was squeaking under them. I heard Bryce’s gravelly voice saying something about taking all his fucking cock up his ass you little slut.

A quick thought back and I realized that Greg wasn’t in bed when I woke up and so I slid to the doorway. I watched Greg get his ass drilled by my dad’s sexy as fuck masculine friend while dad himself sat up at the headboard forcing Greg face first into his crotch.

What the fuck? Dad was getting head, no he was actually fucking Greg’s face and I had no idea he even swung this way? He just held Greg by the back of the head as lifted his hips and drive his cock in and out of my friend’s mouth mercilessly.

As Bryce drove his dick up Greg’s Hershey Highway he commented to dad that he was hoping for a bit of this. Especially after the way we tore up that fruit at the gym. Man he couldn’t get enough of my beast. He practically backed onto your cock as he swallowed me wholly to my balls. Fuck I love having fags go down on me. It’s like a badge of honor for them to swallow every fucking inch!

Meanwhile dad was burying his stuff cock down Greg’s greedy throat repeatedly as he started grunting. Bryce just laughed as he said that dad wasn’t going to last long. I know those grunts!!

Dad’s hairy legs started shaking as he threw his head back against the headboard and began to moan louder as Greg loudly made sucking noises in his lap. Bryce grabbed Greg around the hips and began a swift deep penetration of his now opened back end as he joined dad’s pleasure call.

As the two men began their symphony of sexual excess, it rose to a crescendo until dad moaned a fervid ‘FUCK’ as he grabbed Greg’s head and held him down on his unit. Seeing this spurred Bryce to drive deep into Greg’s insides as he actually howled while unloading up my friend’s ass.

I fucking came in my shorts just watching this before disappearing back into the shadows and then into the bathroom again. I tried to clean up as best as I could but a load that big wasn’t going away easily. I fluffed my T-shirt to hide anything as I made my way back to the bedroom. On my way there I ran into a very surprised Greg. He said he was kinda hungry and went to the kitchen to get a bite.

Really, I thought. So I asked him if he found anything and he replied he grabbed something that filled the hole in his belly, then he laughed.

Saturday on the lake turned out to be a very tense situation. Dad and Bryce were tiptoeing around me like they were trying to keep a secret. Meanwhile Greg made every effort to touch them and make innuendos while drinking from his bottle of coke or eating one of his bananas. It was amusing to see them uncomfortable for a change.

When we got to the little island I offered to show Greg where I buried my secret treasure. As we neared the spot we were out of earshot from dad and Bryce. I told him I knew about last night. I didn’t realize he was also gay, but I should’ve known by how good he was at dealing with my emotions.

He just stared at me with a grin in his face and he asked me if I was mad. I gave him a stern look and then said I spunked my shorts watching. He giggled as he told me that they were afraid I might wake you because they were such rough fuckers, but I guess they were nothing compared to your bladder!

Then I asked the question I was curious about, was my dad as rough a fucker as I figured? Greg just looked at me and said he didn’t know. I only got to blow his big dick last night. He is very tasty though. Bigger than Coach Barton and he damn near made me silent for a week in our junior year when I figured out a way to get that A without attending class. Think that bitch Chrissy was blowing him the class before . He would fuck my mouth like a trooper without risk of coming too soon.

The rest of the trip that day Greg sat next to dad in the boat and made multiple grabs at his equipment while I was fishing off the other side of the boat. I could feel the vibrations when Greg made contact and dad reacted. It was hard not to laugh.

That night as I cleaned up dinner dishes, I knew Greg was going for broke. When I made it back out to the porch, only Bryce was there. I asked where dad and Greg were and he said that dad wanted to show him the perfect spot to watch the stars. I asked why Bryce didn’t go and he said he wasn’t much for astronomy. I bet, he was probably told to stay here and keep me here as well.

A short while later, I heard a howling like a coyote, but I knew they weren’t indigenous. It was Greg. His way of letting me know that someone just seeded his hole. Bryce gave me a toothy grin as he said he was going to go take a shower before everyone got back. I thought of a load of cum being washed down the drain and sighed. I was the friend’s kid, so I was definitely not on the menu.

That night I woke again to go pee and surprise, the bed was empty again. As I slid past Dad’s bedroom door, I saw something I’d only heard about until then. Dad was lying on his back with Greg on top of him. They were kissing as dad was fucking him. Then Bryce lay down atop of Greg and he started kissing his neck as well.

Suddenly Greg’s face went pale as Bryce sucked onto his ear. I risked exposure to see what was going on. Bryce was fucking Greg too. Both he and my dad were fucking him at the same time. I didn’t think an asshole could stretch that farm, but here it was happening.

Dad grinned up at Bryce as they gave my friend a double dicking. I could see their hips pumping at their own rates, every so often they would coincide as they both buried their cocks up his ass simultaneously. Greg was grunting with all the excess sensations flooding his lower half.

To keep him quiet, dad went back to kissing him while he and Bryce split his ass wide open. At some point Greg wrapped his arms around dad and hugged him while he was being DPed and began grunting again, this time in pleasure instead of pain.

I watched my buddy go into a blissful state just before he raised his head and groaned. I actually saw cum squirt out between his and dad’s sweaty chests.

When the cum hit dad on the chin it must’ve triggered a cascade as he wrapped his arms around Greg and grunted like he was having a heart attack. Bryce was right there with him as hunched his back and drove his hips deep into Greg’s ass and froze in place. I could only imagine the warm flood invading my buddy’s ass right then. All I could do was to commit this scene to memory and then slink off to the bathroom to cum my load as well.

That fishing trip changed things in my life. My best friend Greg turned out to be gay as well. We now had much more adventures together. We made out a couple times, but it was only because he wanted to compare me and my dad’s fucking.

Also, I no longer dreaded going to the lake. I just made sure Greg went with me and suddenly the focus was off me. Who knows, I might even come out now.

My dad isn’t ‘the working type anymore,’ in his own words. So when we hit hard times and almost had to move out of our home and sell it, he had us both sign up for an experiment. I didn’t want to get a part time job because it would interfere with this, my first semester at college that I’m currently in. The study would pay a million dollars per person and the company was globally recognized and definitely not scammy. We even had to do an interview at their main office which was a huge site.

We knew that there would be risks involved in an experiment that pays so handsomely. Essentially we would be trying out the company’s body swapping machine. We would live in each other’s bodies for a month and write daily log entries so that they could determine any potential side effects. They swapped our bodies as soon as the paperwork was signed, strapping us into chairs with what looked like salon hair driers that pulled down over 1/3 of our heads and throwing back a breaker lever.

I was really excited to be in my dad’s body. I’m gay and he’s a ten on my hotness scale. I’m not out to my dad but he gave me a skeptical look when I ‘had to’ use the bathroom as soon as we were home. It’s true, I barely had to pee. I just wanted to see my dad’s penis between my legs. I managed to get what little pee was in my new bladder out, but then I got so hard looking at my dad’s naked body in the bathroom mirror that I had to let my boner die down before I rejoined my dad in the living room. He was being standoffish looking uncomfortable in my body. That didn’t make sense to me. I’m a young athlete and my body and face are handsome. I know that sounds arrogant but these are just compliments I get on daily. I had to figure out why he had that indiscernible expression on my cute young face.

That night I read my dad’s log. It explained that he was experiencing a huge side effect. He was gay in my body! Apparently he was attracted to his new body and attracted to me in his old body. I couldn’t believe my luck. I still got to be gay in my dad’s body but somehow the swap had made him gay in my body.

The next day I got up early. I had college classes to go to. I know what you’re thinking, ‘In your dad’s body?’ Yes. The company informed university of our temporary body exchange and legally the college had to comply. I was especially looking forward to using the college locker rooms with my dad’s body.. But first I had to torture my dad a bit.

My dad was already in the kitchen sitting at the table. I walked out wearing a shirt but no pants or underwear and said, “Good morning dad!”

He had to pretend to be cool with my appearance but I saw his face flush pink and his eyes lingered on my penis for a moment too long. “‘Morning,” he said as un-startled as he could manage. I started brewing myself a coffee and I chose to be bold. I walked over to where he was sitting in a wooden chair. I squatted down and hugged him around the chair.

“I love you dad. Thanks for finding this experiment for us,” I said while squeezing him. My 50 year old penis and balls had gone through the wooden slats in the back of the chair and were pressed up against my dad’s young back over his t-shirt.

“Oh come on, that’s gotta be a party foul!” Said my dad pretending to be grossed out to have his former junk pressed against him.

“Oh yeah? Then why do you like it so much?” I asked in a sultry deep voice and extended a hand down to fondled my dad’s growing erection through his basketball shorts.

“What are you doing?!” Asked my dad after a second too long of letting me touch him.

“Oh come on, I just wanna know what my junk feels like from the third person,” I said taking a step back, “You can feel yours too.”

Dad’s eyes went to my dick and balls. He slowly extended his hands towards them. He finally wrapped on hand around my penis and put his other palm under my balls. He couldn’t help but let out a moan that surprised us both. He stood up from the chair while still holding my junk and looked down at his boner-tented basketball shorts as if giving me permission to fondle him as well. I grinned and pulled his shorts and briefs down, grabbing his junk. He squirmed out of pleasure. What a sight, my dad being a shy gay boy and me mentoring him through his first gay experience.

We spent the whole month screwing around whenever I wasn’t in class. I finally told dad that I was gay before the swap and admitted to reading his log. He told me that he was gonna miss being gay and having these experiences with someone he loves and trusts when he swapped back into his body. I told him that he should finally get back into dating women because I want to see him happy.

After the month ended and we swapped back, dad went to his room to ‘finally bust a nut to a woman again.’ He didn’t have anyone over so he must’ve been talking about porn. I told him to go for it and put a smile on but my stomach fell. I missed our little secret relationship already.

After about twenty minutes my dad came out of his bedroom naked and flaccid and quite frankly looking frustrated. “Uh son can you come here for a minute,” he asked.

“What’s up,” I asked confused.

Without warning, he put his hands down the back of my shorts and started groping my butt cheeks over my tighty whities. I wasn’t complaining.

“Damn it!” He said as his cock grew from flaccid to full mast. “That damned company turned me gay.”

“Well, that’s not strictly a bad thing..” I pitched, “..they might have to pay us a settlement on top of the two million. And besides, I think I could take your mind off of your lady troubles…”

Bryce shuddered as he heard the front door open. The only other person who had a key to the house was his father, and Bryce knew that meant the punishment was going to be begin shortly. Even though Bryce was 19 and was going to college, his father, Reggie, still controlled pretty much every aspect of life. That included who Bryce could hang out with, what he studied in college, and so on. But the in-home punishment was even worse. Reggie worked at a construction site as a foreman, and his team wasn't the best. However, instead of taking out his anger on his subordinates, he took it out on his son.

Thankfully for Bryce, it was normally a spanking. He wasn't allowed to work out and so had a thin lean twink build, while his dad was muscular and barrel-chested. That meant Reggie could easily physically control his son and force him over his knees and pull down his pants and underwear and spank him until his ass was beet red. There was sometimes even more severe punishment, that usually came about when his dad was drinking after a particularly hard work day. Bryce tried to get those memories out of his mind soon after they occurred.

Today was only a spanking, though, but it left his ass beet red as usual and unable to sit for a couple hours. As Reggie cooked the two of them dinner, Bryce spent some time on his computer. Reggie had locked down the computer hard, making sure that Bryce couldn't visit any inappropriate sites, which naturally ranged from all porn sites to even regular Youtube. Bryce was 19 and was still stuck watching Youtube Kids if he ever was in the mood to watch some videos. Bryce knew that he wanted to get revenge on his dad for all of the shit that he put him through and for just how fucking controlling he was. However, it was pretty hard to find good revenge strategies when nearly three-fourths of the internet was blocked off to him.

Thankfully, a saving grace of the Internet blockage was that Reggie did not get any updates when Bryce tried to access a restricted site. Of course, this meant visiting the dark web for strategies was out of the picture too, but as Bryce was standing at his desk, desperately trying to figure out a revenge strategy, it hit him. Not literally, but he had just learned about hypnosis in his intro to psych class in college and wondered if that could work. He thankfully still had access to Google, although most of the sites it offered up were blocked by Reggie's software he had installed. However, Reggie had neglected to block some hypnosis sites, and Bryce found one that would make a custom hypnosis track for him.

The cost was a bit high, but thankfully he had been able to bargain with his dad enough to have his own separate bank account for emergency purposes. It had just enough money inside to be able to afford a custom track, and quite surprisingly, nothing in his dad's software blocked the purchase! Bryce now had a hypnosis track that would change his world, but now he did have another problem: how would he get his dad to listen to the track? Reggie did listen to music and watch TV and movies, but he absolutely hated everything new. If it was made before the turn of the millennium, he didn't like it.

That proved to be a bit of a problem for Bryce, as he didn't have any money left to add it to a CD or something like that. But he soon came up with a plan that he hoped would work. All he needed to do was find some of his dad's earplugs. They were made for construction sites so they blocked out nearly all sound. Since Reggie had his bedroom locked whenever he wasn't home, Bryce needed to find some in the rooms he was allowed to be in when his dad wasn't home. He was extremely lucky to stumble upon a pair that his dad had stored in one of the kitchen drawers for whatever reason. Bryce knew that he only had one shot at this, and he hoped that it would work exactly as he intended, or there would be even more hell to pay.

He was waiting in the hallway with his phone ready and one earplug in. As soon as Bryce heard Reggie unlock the door, he placed the other earplug in and began playing the hypnosis track on full blast, so that Reggie could hear the entire thing before even stepping inside.

"Just listen to my voice. My voice is soothing and calm and relaxing. Don't you want to feel soothed and calm and relaxed, Reggie? Just keep focusing on my voice as I bring you deeper and deeper under hypnosis. You want to go under, you want to feel better, don't you, Reggie? It feels good to just give in and obey, it feels great to give in and obey." The hypnosis was still ongoing, but Bryce couldn't believe that the plan was actually working! Reggie had been entranced by the hypnosis as soon as he stepped through the front door, and he had dropped everything that he had been holding and listened to the voice emanating from Bryce's phone. Bryce could barely hear a thing with the industrial-grade earplugs, but he could tell that his dad was in a trance.

"I will now count backwards from five. With every number, you will go deeper and deeper under my hypnotic control until you are completely and fully under. Five, you are starting to go under my control. Four, you are going deeper and deeper under my control. Three, you are starting to give in and obey. Two, you are almost completely under my hypnotic control. One, you are completely and fully under my hypnotic control, Reggie. You will obey any and all orders that come from me.

"You will no longer punish Bryce in any way, shape, or form. You will remove all the restrictions you have put in place, except for those regarding his safety regardless of the circumstances you have made him endure. Additionally, you will find that you have a strange desire to join the local male strip club. Once you are there and dancing on stage or whatever they will have you do, you will be in full control again, except that you will continue to do whatever the strip club wants you to do. Once you are done with work at the strip club, you will return to a docile state and return home until your next time at the strip club, when the process will repeat."

The hypnosis then repeated itself a couple times and then Reggie was lifted out of the hypnosis. Bryce quickly realized that the hypnosis ended and wanted to make sure that it actually worked. "Uh, hey, dad, what's up?"

"Oh, nothing, Bryce. Hey, I just wanted to apologize for all the shit that I've put you through over the years. I know a simple verbal apology like this won't make it for all of it, but I hope it's a start. I'll start taking off some of the restrictions, like the Internet shit, later. First, I need to, um, go somewhere."

"Go where, Dad?"

"You don't need to know, just that, uh, it's better if you don't know."

"Oh, okay, Dad," Bryce replied, knowing exactly where his now no longer abusive dad was going. He had a few older gay friends in college who visited the local gay strip club, and since he thankfully didn't have restrictions on who he could text anyone, he asked them for a play-by-play of what happened.

Reggie didn't find it strange that he drove himself to a strip club after work, a gay strip club at that. He didn't find it strange when he asked to see the owner and asked if he could become one of the strippers. He didn't find it strange when he went to a back room and performed a private show for the owner and a few more staff members and was hired on the spot. He did find it strange, though, when he was tied up to a metal grate wearing nothing but a jockstrap, which even already had a few bills tucked into the strap.

"What the fuck is going on here!? Where the fuck am I!? Why the fuck am I almost naked!?" The owner and current manager at the strip club were a bit worried, but then some of Bryce's friends flagged them down and explained the unique situation that Reggie was in. They weren't sure how ethical it was, but the fact that they could control Reggie in any way that they wanted proved to be stronger than some of those ethical concerns. Reggie proved to be quite a hit at the club, a seemingly unwilling man forced to strip and humiliate himself. He gained quite a few fans that night, and he was soon promoted to a regular, going there every night of the week after work to dance on the stage and usually do more with the high-paying customers.

The trip was during spring break and involved a handful of mature men at an all-inclusive resort, taking excursions over a long weekend. My father returned from the trip a changed man, with a new group of friends with whom he was constantly making plans. I was very happy that my father had found his people.

A few months later, my father asked me for help fixing his laptop, and I took it home. The problem was minor, and I fixed it quickly, but since the computer was running very slowly, I decided to do a more thorough file cleanup. While browsing through folders, I found one called "Boy Scouts," which contained many photos of my father with his new group of friends. One of those photos particularly caught my attention because it showed my father and my father-in-law with some of his friends in a swimming pool, wearing only small, tight speedos. I was surprised they had convinced my father to wear something like that, despite him wearing the discreet black one. My father-in-law, on the other hand, was wearing the one with the brightest colors. I was also surprised to find the group of four mature men in the photo incredibly attractive. Their bodies clearly showed the results of hours and hours of work at the gym, and they were all very handsome, including my father, whom I had never looked at that way before. They looked like they were straight out of an internet porn blog dedicated to sexy daddies. Oh my god! That thought caught me completely off guard and I shook my head to get rid of it. The problem was that I wasn't too far away from reality.

I kept looking at those pictures of my father's sexy friends when I realized that they were turning raunchier. Hans touching eachother's pecs, a smiling face resting on a buble butt, a smooch on a flexing arm, my father-in-law and another guy licking another dude's nipples, and suddenly my dad taking a selfie while kissing a man with a moustache on the lips. I froze. I kept looking at that picture processing what I was seeing. The easier explanation was that those mature straight friends got drunk and began to take silly photos. Straight guys do that stuff all the time, right? I clicked to pass to the next picture. It was another kiss. This time, my father-in-law was openly making out with with another one of their friends. I could see their tongues touching. This was not something straight guys do. I brought my left hand to my crotch unconsciously and began to rub my growing dick. I knew I should stop looking at those pictures, that I was violating the privacy of my father and his friends, but there was something magnetic that had captured me and I couldn't stop. After some more PG13 pictures where the mature men kept kissing, licking and biting various parts of their anatomies, and one where all of them moon the camera with the waistbands of their skimpy swimsuits rested below their muscular asses; a video appeared. In the still that displayed before pressing play only showed a huge hairy butt of someone on all fours. I took a deep breath before clicking, my cock completely hard in my pants.

The video started and the butt jiggled as the man twerked. A big hand slapped one ass cheek and then the other, a wedding ring or the finger. Then, my father's face appeared on the scene just inches from the ass; he licked his lips and pressed his face between the glutes to begin rimning. In the video, you couldn't see my father's mouth but the wet sounds of his tongue against his friend's hole were enough to almost make me cum. The video was short and I never found out whose ass that was.

After that video came another one, and another one. In one of them, my father-in-law sucked a girthy cut cock with an impeccable technique. The dick's owner moaned as he presed down his head until it was buried all the way, the balls smashed to his chin.

In another clip, the man with the moustache and my dad, shared a long mushroom shaped dick between their lips. One worked the pink head and the other one ran his tongue up and down the shaft; they changed places and one lapped on the balls while the other one sucked the pole. Video after video passed, with some pictures in between, all of them full of naked mature daddies partaking in different sexual activities. All of them hot and sexy. I was fully jerking off at this point. I didn't care about how wrong it was.

Another video passed, this one with a close up of my father-in-law smiling. When I pressed play, it was clear that he was riding somebody. As the camera zoomed out, you could see that he was getting fucked reverse cowgirl style. He was getting impaled by a pretty big dick between a pair of thick hairy legs. The balls of the fucker bounced with each jump. A voice outside of frame suddenly asked: "How's his ass, Georgie?". An alarm went off in my brain. My father's name was George. On the screen, my father's head popped up behind my father-in-law's wide back. He was sweating, flustered and smiling, and he said: "as tight as ever!". I immediately fired one of the strongest cumshots of my life. Watching my father's hard meat pounding my father-in-law's huge ass was too much for me.

"Thank you, Andy. I've been hitting the gym pretty hard, lately." The mature sexy man said before he began to pose.

He raised his arms and put his hand behind his head, showing his pits, to highlight his biceps. He crunched his abs, so people could count them. He was wearing a yellow tiny speedo that made his thick quads stand out. Andy shifted his legs so the boner inside his own speedo wouldn't show, and applauded.

"Don't encourage him!" Exclaimed the young man's father. "He's been that cocky since highschool. He doesn't need anyone to cheer for him."

The two old friends began to banter under Andy's attentive glance. The Powells were visiting them at their beach house for the weekend. Andy had a crush on the older gentleman since he could recall and seeing him on the beach didn't soften the feeling. On the contrary, it was harder than ever.

That evening after dinner, the women went to bed earlier. Andy's parents slept in the master bedroom upstairs, and Andy had lent the Powells the smaller bedroom upstairs while he took the tiny room on the ground floor. The men stayed up playing poker and drinking a whiskey from Andy's father's collection that the boy hated, but he wanted to feel included so he pretended to drink slowly as the mature men downed glass after glass. A couple hours in, Andy's dad was quite drunk and decided to hit the sack, too. The young man and his crush, stayed awake for one last "drink", the hunky man clearly more tipsy than his companion.

"You have to tell me your secret, Mr. Powell." Andy said. "I go to the gym almost every day but I don't look like you. You're a beast!"

"I don't know what to tell you, kid." Answer the man. "I just follow instructions. I got a personal trainer and nutritionist that tells me what to eat and what exercises to do. He must know what he's doing because I've never been in better shape. But don't underestimate you, kid. You are in great shape, too. And your genetics didn't help, looking at your dads beer gut. Hahaha!!" He laughed at his joke.

"I definitely don't have a beer gut." Said Andy as he took off his tee shirt to show his flat stomach. "Let's see yours!" He encouraged the older man.

Mr. Powell, who loved attention didn't doubt for a second and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his physique.

"Looks like you beat me in the abs department, kid." Said Mr Powell. Andy's abs were more ripped than his. This was a little blow into the man's ego and his competitive side flourished. "But my arms are bigger". He showed his guns to Andy.

"Jesus Christ! They're enormous. Let me feel them." Andy didn't wait for an answer and circled one of the man's biceps with his hands. "Oh my god! I can't barely grab them."

Mr Powell loved to show up his progress and flexed stronger to Andy's delight. Andy kept caressing his father's friend's arms, even running his hands several times over his muscular chest, without the man perceiving this attention as anything more than interest in his physique. Andy was enjoying finally being able to touch his childhood crush like this, but now that he'd tried it, he wasn't going to settle for just that; he wanted more. Andy took a step back and flexed his arms to show his progress. Mr. Powell squeezed the young man's biceps with his large hands, just as he had done before. The contact of those hands sent blood to Andy's member, which began to slowly grow inside his underwear. Andy got bolder and pulled down his gym shorts, leaving him in just a pair of blue briefs. His bulge was clearly visible and filled the front of the underwear, but the older man didn't seem to notice.

"Let's compare legs, Mr Powell. I'm very proud of mine." Andy said.

Mr Powell was eager to win this impromptu competition and took off his pants. He was wearing loose-fitting striped boxers that covered more than the tiny swimsuit he wore at the beach. Andy was bummed when he saw them, but that didn't stop him from his mission. Andy flexed his left quad and slapped it a couple times to show the other man how strong it was. Mr Powell touched it with both palms, and felt the tightness of the muscles under the skin.

"Very impressive, kid, but let me show you how the pros do it". Mr Powell rolled up the leg of his underwear to reveal more of his leg and copied the young man's pose. Andy didn't hesitate and immediately knelt down to get a better feel of that thick thigh. He caressed it from the knee to the hip, even slipping his fingertips under the thin fabric to reach the groin. If the older man felt uncomfortable at any point, he didn't show it. Andy repositioned his boner inside his briefs so it wouldn't stretch the pouch obscenely.

"Ok, you win, old man. Now turn around and let me see those glutes". Ordered Andy.

"You're not winning that one, kid. Squats are my favourite!" Said Mr Powell while he obeyed the order. He posed, flexing his glutes, but the wide fabric of the boxers didn't allow to see the form very well.

"This underwear wasn't made for posing." Said Andy while pulling the waistband. "I can't see correctly."

In his drunken state, the mature man didn't seem to care about nudity and got rid of the underwear. Andy finally saw for the first time the ass he'd been dreaming about since he was thirteen. He grabbed each mount of muscle with one hand and methodically squished and traced every muscle and crevice. The moment the man got tired of flexing, Andy quickly spread his cheeks and saw the tight hole of his father's friend. He stood up and slapped the bubble but.

"Ok, big guy. Just one last thing to compare." Andy said.

Mr Powell turned around, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Andy answered the question by pulling down his underwear and letting his hard dick sprung free. Mr Powell's eyes opened wide with surprise. He didn't expect the son of his best friend to be so forward, and so well hung.

Over the years, it was true that he had caught Andy watching him and looking away as soon as he noticed, or prolonging a hug or handshake longer than necessary. The kid always paid close attention to his stories and at the table he always ended up next to him or across from him during meals. Mr. Powell had attributed it to youthful infatuation, a male role model in which he could see himself reflected, but it seemed that there was more to it. In front of him was no longer a child; there was a strong young man in all his naked glory with a huge hard-on pointing in his direction. The booze and all the attention and the caresses over his worked muscles had made the older man chub up a little, but nothing compared to his companion. That erection was the product of a horny young man's sexual arousal, and he couldn't deny that he himself had caused it.

"Listen, Andy... This... This is not right. We shouldn't... I'm not..." Mr Powell couldn't find the words. The alcohol was part of the problem, but the shock was the main culprit.

"Mr Powell. We're not doing anything. We're just comparing our progress." Said the young man naughtily. "But we can't compare our manhoods like this. You need to catch up."

Once he said that, Andy took the surprised Mr Powell's meat in his hand and began jerking him off. The mature man muffled a deep moan when he felt the hand off his best friend's son pleasuring his neglected cock. Although he went to the gym every day, his penis was a muscle he hadn't exercised in quite some time. Having that attractive young guy so interested in him, and the taboo of the situation brought out the the most basic instincts in him, and decided to let go.

Seeing that his prey wasn't resisting and that his prick was gradually hardening, Andy continued with his plan. He placed his father's friend's cock beside his own and grabbed them both with the same fist to masturbate them simultaneously. He was resisting to cum every second after feeling his crush's skin warm and moist against his. He looked up from the sword fight and he came face to face with the mature man, whose eyes were closed and mouth slightly open, panting with every movement of his hand. Without asking, Andy lunged forward and passionately kissed those desired lips. Mr. Powell was surprised again, but Andy was a very good kisser and he quickly succumbed, returning the kid's kiss. The kiss was lustful, rushed, hurried... A kiss unlike any he'd shared with his wife. A kiss that made the older man feel desired again and incredibly horny.

Andy saw how the man let him do whatever he wanted, and how he was now like putty in his hands. He decided to change his plan and be more aggressive. He stopped the kiss and pushed Mr. Powell down onto the sofa. He moved closer until his erect member was just inches from his father's friend's mouth and gently placed his palm on the man's cheek.

"You said that you achieved this body by following instructions. Let's see how good you are." Andy looked into the seasoned man's eyes intensely. Mr Powell swallowed. "Suck my cock, Mr Powell". Ordered the younger guy.

As if he was hypnotized, not caring about his wife or his best friend and father of his lover sleeping upstairs, Mr Powell obeyed and placed his tongue under the enormous dick. It was a very beautiful cock; perfectly proportioned with a shiny pink head and sinuous veins running along the shaft. Then, he circled the head with his lips and prepared to begin the first blowjob of his life. He mimicked what women had done to him in his youth, with a little extra spice from some porn videos. The younger man threw his head back and let out a deep groan as he placed his hands on the back of the other's head to guide his movements. The inexperienced older man opened his mouth and let his new lover guide him, shoving his gorgeous cock inch by inch into his mouth, deeper and deeper. He felt the tip hit the bottom of his throat and tried to hold back the urge to gag, but his inexperience became noticeable and he coughed, having to take it out. The horny college boy stroked his conquest cheek to comfort him and directed him back towards his cock, this time inserting it more gently so he could get used to it. The flavor and texture surprised his dad's best friend. He didn't dislike it, but it had a saltyness that took some getting used to.

After a new attempt at a deep throat that left Mr Powell with teary eyes, Andy decided to return the favour. He sat the older man on the couch and gave him one of his expert blowjobs. The older man couldn't stay silent as he sighed and moaned and praised how good his best friend's son was making him feel.

"Yes, baby! Suck that cock! Jesus! I haven't felt so good since college! Don't stop!" Mr Powell kept repeating.

"If you want me to make you feel real good, close your eyes and trust me, Mr Powell". Andy tempted him.

"We're not going to fuck tonight, Andy"

"I'm not talking about that, Mr Powell."

Curiosity got the best of the muscular man so he decided to close his eyes and relaxed. Andy was very happy to have finally seen and, above all, eaten the cock he had dreamed of since he was a teenager, but since he had seen his father's friend on the beach with the small yellow swimsuit squeezing his bubble butt, he could only think of one thing. He took advantage of the mature hunk's position and fiercely attacked his anus, devouring it like a dog throws itself at its food bowl when it's hungry. Mr. Powell was startled, but the sensation of pleasure Andy gave him was so great that he let him continue with his rimming.

After thoroughly lapping the tight ring, the horny youngster inserted his middle finger into the hole and searched for his prostate. When he found it and methodically massaged it, Mr Powell let out a small moan.

"What is that? That felt incredible!" Exclaimed the older man.

"That's your prostate, big guy. Enjoy the ride."

Andy worked the virgin hole for a while. He inserted one finger after another, lubricated with his saliva until it was open enough for the next step. Without saying anything to his father's friend, who was busy squirming with pleasure, he placed the tip of his hard missile at his entrance and pushed in until half of it was buried. Mr Powell opened his eyes, scared and surprised, and opened his mouth to say something, but with another thrust, the young bull pushed his cock balls deep. The mature man's breath got caught in his throat and he rolled his eyes as Andy enjoyed the warm sensation of victory after claiming his childhood crush's virginity. After waiting a few seconds, he began to thrust his cock in and out, making the older man moan again.

Mr Powell was having the best feeling in the world. Jolts of electricity run through his body from his ass that was being deeply fucked by his best friend's sexy son. The kid had been so sneaky and clever. He couldn't believe he had been seduced by him, but here he was: getting railed on a couch like some cheap whore while his wife and the kid's parents were sleeping upstairs, blissfully unaware. And he was loving every bit. The pleasure was so intense he was having trouble not to scream his moans and the taboo nature of the situation was making him so horny he didn't know how it was possible that he hadn't cum yet.

That situation was about to be remedied because Andy grabbed the man's throbbing cock and started to jerk it off. A couple of strokes were enough for all the pleasure that Mr Powell was experiencing to concentrate at the base of his meat and explode in a powerful geyser that smeared the muscular and tanned torso that he was constantly sculpting in the gym. With that exciting vision, Andy didn't stay behind and fired his load into the not so virgin, mature hole.

I grabbed my hardening cock and commenced masturbating with my eyes closed. I stroked my shaft gently, reveling in the sensation of my tight fist running its entire length. I then licked my fingers and rubbed my cockhead. A shiver ran up my spine and I let a deep moan escape my mouth. I opened my eyes as my fingertip caressed my piss slit and found out a pair of eyes observing me from the other side of the fence.

At first I was startled, but a new sensation quickly took its place: lust. The fact that someone was spying on me while I was jerking off turned me on immensely. My cock got harder, and a pearl of precum moistened the tip of my finger, which I spread all over the head of my cock.

The house next door belonged to a widower who lived there with his three sons. He was about ten years older than me and kept himself in good shape. He also took care of his appearance with a modern haircut and a well-groomed beard that made him look younger despite his gray hair. The eldest son had already returned from university and worked as a lawyer or accountant or something like that for a local company. I would see him leave for work every morning in his car, wearing a perfectly tailored suit. He was tall and slim with dark hair always perfectly combed. The middle son was about 20 years old. He hadn't gone to college and worked as a personal trainer at the gym I went to. He always wore tiny clothes that barely covered his enormous muscles: a tank top that always left one of his nipples exposed and the shortest shorts on the market that framed his bubble butt. He had shoulder-length hair, always tied back in a man bun, and a thick beard—one of those hipster types that were all the rage a few years back. The youngest was still in highschool, I'm not sure if he was eighteen yet. He was a very nice kid that was friends with my eldest daughter. In fact, I knew that she had a crush on him and constantly talked about him to my wife. Because of that, I knew that he played basketball and was in a lot of clubs and committees at school. To be honest, I wouldn't mind having him as our son in law.

Those four were the only people to whom the eyes that were now looking at me could belong, and I didn't care who it was, any of them seeing me like this made me so horny. I decided to put a show for him.

I brought the fingers that had been caressing my cock to my mouth and sucked them with exaggerated reverence. I savored my intense taste and then slid my hand down to my chest. I caressed my strong pecs and pinched my sensitive nipple, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. All this while continuing to masturbate with my other hand as my hips humped the air. My hand continued down my abs and grasped my cock. I jacked off with both hands, making them twist in opposite directions. Later, I fondled my balls and squished the base, making my ballsack stretch away from my body.

"What's going on? Where are you?"

"I'm at the club you told me. I went to see your friend to ask for the bouncer job, like you told me, but when he saw my body he told me that I could make much more money like a gogo dancer. And here I am!" My uncle explained. "I'm about to go audition. Wish me luck!"

I was speechless. I knew my uncle was cool but I never imagined that he would be so open-minded that he would become a stripper at a gay club. I don't know what my aunt would think about that, either. I decided to pass by and ask my friend, the owner, how my uncle did at the audition. I parked and entered through the back door, which led to the office area, and went to my friend's office. It had a window overlooking the stage, and what I saw there shocked me.

The audition had taken a way more explicit turn that I had anticipated. My macho uncle was being spit roasted in the middle of the stage by the pole. My friend the owner was owning his big muscular ass with deep strokes of his hips, pushing his big uncut dick inside his tight hole. On the other end, one of the dancers, a very tall blond twink, was feeding my uncle his impressive tool and my uncle was recieving it down his throat with surprising ease. My uncle was still wearing his cowboy hat and the tiny thong, my friend only pulled aside the strings on the back to plow him hard. I stayed until I saw how my uncle was put on his knees and the otrer two guys came over his bearded face and muscle tits. I returned to my car and drove away. While I was behind the wheel, I received a phonecall from my uncle.

This allowed him to see that I was no different from who I was growing up, just happier now that I didn't have to keep a facade up to hide a big portion of myself from the world. He came to the understanding that this is who I am. And the distance allowed me to become more of who I am. I developed some friends who were like me, young freaks looking for a top to fuck me like the slut I am. Turns out, we shared similar tastes in men as well. None of us were into the effeminate twinks who spent most of their free time trying to make themselves pretty little things. We were guys and we wanted to bed down other guys, which usually meant older fellows who had been around the block a few times.

I ended up dating a few guys but nothing that lasted very long. Each time I swore I found the one only to have him tear my heart out. My friends were good for emotional support over a few drinks but to soothe my broken spirit I found an ally in my neighbor, Mr. Warren.

He was an older gay man, about my dad's age, who lived in the house next door to my little piece of real estate in suburbia. He talked me through a few break ups and helped me see that I was a worthy man who got screwed by one of life's assholes. We often would spend a weekend night drinking a beer on one or the other's back porch. In a way he was a surrogate dad for me and I was the son he never had.

This was my life for a few years. Work during the week and go out on the weekend, with an occasional period of dating. Throw in the phone calls home to touch base with my parents and there you had me wrapped up in a nutshell.

That was fine until I got the phone call which disrupted everything. Dad was retired and bored as fuck. Mom got tired of him being under her feet day in, day out, so she urged him to visit me. Fuck!!

I love my dad but I was so different now from when I was living in a fake reality. I wasn't ready to go back into a closet to make his version of me clean enough to meet his approval. Mr. Warren hit me with a reality check. He urged me to just be myself. He told me that he didn't see a hedonistic lifestyle that I should be ashamed of. And if he didn't approve, well, he didn't have to live it, did he?

Besides, I was probably placing him on a pedestal he didn't want to be on. He would probably enjoy letting his hair down around your friends and just being a regular guy. You might be surprised.

Turns out, he was right. Dad was cool about me and my life. I am gay. It's a part of me, but it's not the only part. Once I got comfortable about that things were a lot more relaxed. Dad got to see where I worked and met my buddies. He instantly fit in with them as they tried to get as many embarrassing stories about me out of him that they could. It was at this point that I discovered something I wish I hadn't.

My friends not only liked having dad around, the group of sexual deviants were completely attracted to him. The guys would fight over who got to sit next to him and I could swear I saw their hands going to places they shouldn't.

Now dad had been cool about my friends being gay but I couldn't expect him to put up with them hitting on him. When it was decided that they would come over for a fun in the sun party in my back yard, the last thing I was going to do was serve him up in a pair of shorts for their horny delights.

I cornered Mr. Warren about what I should do. He told me that it was a pickle. Didn't want to come across as a buzz kill, but didn't want dad to think that all we thought about was having sex. Then he suggested he could play a chaperone role for me. While I kept an eye on the guys, he would be more than glad to keep my dad company. I thought about it for a moment, then I saw in my mind the group of us running around the backyard in skimpy swimsuits while dad and Mr. W. sat on the back porch with cold beers. I could see things going in a safe and nonsexual way. Yes that would work.

Saturday saw everyone at my place wearing next to nothing while we all enjoyed a sun filled day. My friends were all wearing just swim suits and in the case of Ronny, it was almost just dental floss. Dad and Mr. W. We're down to just shorts and I couldn't help but notice how much alike they looked. Both were beefy dudes with more hair below their heads than on it. Of course the guys all wanted to sit on Dad's lap but I strictly forbade that idea.

I got my frisbee out and we tossed it around and before I knew it, Ben had grabbed my garden hose and was spraying the guys. It was all good fun and I saw Dad and Mr. W. On the porch laughing at us being the fools.

I set up a game of jarts that I had found at a garage sale a while back and we battled to see which team could get their lethal weapons into their targets. This was great fun for all of us as we could be athletic without straining. About a half hour later I turned to ask dad if he and Mr. W. Wanted to play the winners only to find the back porch empty.

Huh. Guess they must've gone inside for something. When they still hadn't come back out after another fifteen minutes, I chose to break off and go check on them. I entered through the kitchen but didn't see them. I turned into the living room to see Dad standing by a chair while Mr. W. was kissing him while rubbing his hairy dad bod.

To say I was shocked was the understatement of the year. I don't know why, but I never thought of either of them as sexual beings. But here they were with dads arms wrapped around my neighbor's hairy body, holding him tightly as he ran his tongue all through his mouth. The two salt and pepper beards met in a flurry of lips as the two men kissed like teenagers on a hayride.

Dad pulled off from the kiss as he lowered his face to bury it in the thicket of chest hair. He moved his face through the fuzz until his nose ran over a pert nipple and his mouth opened and scooped it in for a personal suckling. As he worked the thick chest Mr. W. groaned and looked over at me standing in the doorway. He grinned like the cat who caught the bird and held Dad's head in place against his tit.He continued to grin at my discomfort as he ran his thick calloused hand over the hair covering dad's back until he reached the waistline of dad's shorts. He slid his fingers under the material as he began to feel my old man's hairy ass crack. I heard dad moan as the fingers invade his nether region and Mr. Warren slid the shorts down over dad's round ass cheeks.

Dad released the nipple from his mouth as he raised back up and kissed my neighbor again like a long lost lover. While they kissed dad stepped out of his shorts and then led Mr. W.into his bedroom. Five seconds later Mr. W's blue shorts came sailing out the door and I heard the bed squeak as the two lay down on it. I heard dad's low voice rumble a "fuck, yeah" just before a steady rhythm was pounded out by the bed springs.

I slowly approached to see the action. It was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn't stop myself from spying on dad. He was always such a straight laced man while I was growing up that I just couldn't wrap my head around him having sex, let alone gay sex.

As I peeked into my spare bedroom, I saw the two older guys combined in a sixty-nine with Mr.W. on top of my dad, humping his meaty ass into my dad's welcoming mouth. Mr. W. meanwhile was swallowing my old man's rod down to the root while prodding my dad's hungry hole with his thick middle finger. Dad's knees folded up around my neighbor's head as he came closer and closer to shooting.

As I stared at Mr. W. in the eyes, he took dad to the base once more as he twisted his finger around in dad's hole. I watched dad's balls contract and heard him moaning around the cock in his mouth. Mr. W. pulled a tight suction and his cheeks hollowed out while dad lost his control over himself and erupted into into my neighbor's mouth and throat.

He made a big production of swallowing all the cum as he tongued the dregs off the stiff member sticking up into his face. As Mr. D. got off dad, he swiveled his body around so that he was now standing over dad's lower half with his hardon throbbing in the air between them. Dad reached up and pumped the cock with his fist before looking up at Mr. W. He gasped when he saw me standing in the doorway but my neighbor just told him that he could can the histrionics. He's already watched you flood my mouth with your cum and now he's gonna see his old man take a cock up his ass like a seasoned pro. Right, Dwight?

Dad was quiet and then he raised his legs and placed his feet on Mr. W.s shoulders. "That's a good boy! Now open for Daddy!".

I saw my neighbor force the head of his uncut duck into my dad's hole. He paused briefly before grabbing his legs as he pushed his hips forward, driving his cock into the accepting hole. Dad growled out loud before he uttered his complaint for Mr. W. to fuck his ass. Fuck it hard and deep, you bastard!

For two older guys, I was truly amazed at the sheer drive they both had as they worked together to the goal of breeding my dad's hole full of cum. And they both wanted it.

Dad was curled up on his back now with the cock buried in his hairy Honeypot. "Take it, Dwight! Take every fucking thick inch, you fucking whore. Be my fuck bitch and I'll breed your hole"

Dad just moaned at the excitement of hearing this rugged man talk like that to him. His cock was hard again and as he was being ridden by this tough old man, he pounded out another load from his balls.

"I'm going to fucking flood your guts while your son watches you get used, you sexy fucker."

Dad groaned as he looked over at me with my pecker in my hand and I could see he was close to coming again. Mr. W. asked him if he was ready to shoot, because he was too. Then Dad sped up his jacking as he moaned aloud that he was going to come. As he reached the point of eruption, he let loose a holler of completion while cum shit out of his cock and coated his belly hair in jizz.

Mr. W. saw this and let out his own groan in reply as he buried his cock up dad's ass. I saw his balls congregate around Dad's opening as the stud's dick did what it was designed to do... delivered a large load of semen deep inside my dad. He shook in response to the sudden hypersensitivity his cock head experience.

“Hey boss, when are you going to let me work on some cars again?” He said as he started to rock back and forth. “It’s been a few weeks, and the guys have been using me non-stop. I barely have time to do anything except clean myself out and lube up again,” he whined as I hit his g-spot. Tony happened to walk in as he turned his head to see him, and he turned red as I waved him over. “Alex’s talking too much, messing up my mood, mind stuffing his mouth for a bit?” Tony grunted and grinned. “No problem boss,” and walked up as he grabbed Tony by the chin and lefted him up to look at him. “Take it out, and watch the teeth.” “Fuck, Tony, you’re the biggest guy here. You know I can’t just take it…” he croacked out as he did as told.

Alex was my second in command at the garage until I caught him skimming from me and the other workers. The dude was single, worked out a ton, and otherwise had been a great employee over the years but one thing you don’t mess with us our money. We got him to come to the garage one night for a celebration, and got the jump on him. We held him down, tied up, and let him explain after we showed him all the evidence we had that could land him jobless and in jail. He begged and cried and told me he’d do anything but ruin his life. I asked around and some of the guys wanted to mess with him in ways that they knew he’d hate. They proposed we keep him around and make him earn the money back with interest. And they were okay with keeping him around, just as long as he’d give them a little release whenever anyone wanted. Or fire him and report him to the police. I liked that idea, I can keep him so long as everyone agrees, otherwise we’ll have to report him. I looked at Alex who was freaking out, told him to pick and after a moment he nodded. I had him untied and get on his knees, going to each person to ask for forgiveness, and if anyone refused his advances we’d take him to the police. So in that garage, poor Alex crawled in front of 10 guys and took 10 dicks down his throat that night. And we recorded it, his agreement to the plan, and all 10 fucks with our faces blurred out but not his.

I was swamped at work and was running late, so I let him know that I would be there as soon as I could. He had arranged for us to go to a Pride party at a gay bar we knew. It was going to be something chill. A couple of drinks and then home.

"By the way, it's an underwear party, so dress accordingly." My blood ran cold. That was brand new information. It was supposed to be a simple party at a gay bar, not a fetish festival.

"Dude, you didn't say it was a sex party! I invited my dad!!" I texted drenched in cold sweat.

"Relax, dude. It's not a sex party. Just a bunch of hot guys dancing in our underwear. And I bet your dad would love it. He is a pretty laid back guy." He responded.

I sighed and wrote one last text before going back to work. "No way, dude. Find another party. My dad will be at our apartment any minute, let him in. I'll be home as soon as I can".

About forty-five minutes later, I finally finished the report and prepared to go home. I looked at my phone to find another text from my friend: "Your dad is on board. I told you he would love it." I immediately got mad because I didn't want my dad to got mixed in Alan's machinations. I began to pen an angry response when another text arrived: "We'll meet you at the party. Hurry up". And then another one: "Your dad's a legend!!". The last one accompanied by a picture. In the picture you could see my dad at the bar in nothing but a yellow speedo and a pair of yellow socks that I knew belonged to my roommate. He was broadly smiling at the camera as if he was having the time of his life. I calmed myself down and laughed for thinking that my father wasn't going to have fun in my environment. Ever since the divorce, he'd been traveling and "experiencing life once and for all", as he put it. I was silly for thinking he wouldn't enjoy dancing in his underwear surrounded by gays. Then my nerves came back. I looked at the picture of my dad again and confirmed my suspicions. He was hot. I knew that my dad had a great body but I'd never seen him like that. Every guy in that bar would go feral for him. I could imagine a pack of twinks caresing his hairy chest, or a couple of jocks feeling his arms, or a leather daddy trying to convert him. I didn't care how open-minded and carefree my father was, I wasn't going to leave him alone in a room full of disinhibited predators.

I drove fast directly to the bar. I had to get down to my underwear before entering. Luckily, I was wearing a decent pair of black boxer briefs and sheer socks. With my dressing shoes and leaving my tie on, the outfit was very sexy. When I went in, I began to search for my dad and my friend. My friend was easier to spot. He was dancing on a platform in the middle of the bar, wearing an electric blue jockstrap. I approached to ask about my dad's whereabouts.

"Your dad is the shit! We were having shots at the bar and then Brian (You know Brian? The guy I hook up with sometimes?) invited us to a drink and we were dancing and then some of his friends joined us, and they did a push up contest between some of the older daddies, AND YOU DAD WON! And everyone cheered, and then I got up here and your dad was talking with someone over there." He spoke rapidly without barely breathing between sentences. Once he finished, he pointed to a corner of the room. My father wasn't there, but the door to the bathrooms was close so I went to look for him.

There was no sight of him in the corridor that led to the restrooms so I got inside. It was a decent size men's room with a wall of urinals and four cubicles. Two of the cubicles were empty, and the other two had more than one person inside, I could see their feet under the door. One pair of feet powerfully caught my attention because they were wearing bright yellow socks. Beside those legs there was someone else's wearing white kneehigh sport socks and in front of them someone kneeling down. With a knot on my stomach I went inside the stall next to that one. I stood on the toilet and with a mixture of fear and anticipation looked over the wall.

Inside the bathroom stall, my father was passionately making out with Brian, my roommate's fuck buddy, who was a textbook gym rat. Meanwhile, kneeling in front of them and feasting on their hard meats was a guy about my father's age I'd never seen before. I stood there silently, almost breathless, watching my father enjoy the blowjob the other daddy was giving him. He'd pulled his cock and balls out over the elastic of his swimsuit, which was now halfway down his round ass. Brian's hand traveled from the nape of my father's neck, across his back, and slipped inside his yellow Speedo. At that moment, my father let out a louder moan, and I saw Brian's fingers playing with his hole. After a few minutes like that, Brian slid behind my father and sat on the toilet, pulled down his underwear, and began to devour his ass. My father loved it; he moaned louder, rolled his eyes, threw his head back, and looked up. When his eyes returned to their sockets, he made eye contact with me. A fleeting expression of surprise gave way to pure lust on his face. He winked at me, bit his lower lip, and continued to enjoy the oral pleasure those two men were giving him.

After I got caught, I left the restroom and went back to the party with a huge erection under my black boxers. I went to the bar and ordered two shots since I needed something strong after what I'd witnessed. Alan joined me and dragged me to the dancefloor. I danced a few songs when I saw my father again, his yellow speedo unmistakable in the crowd. He was at the bar with his back to me and I could clearly see a darker stain on the bottom of his swimsuit.

Uncle Eddie was a professional bodybuilder. I’m his manager, but not for his comps. I’m sort of his pimp for online videos and for getting used by men. I found him on the apps begging for dick for cash for hormones and a surprise hook up later I found out how constantly horny he was for dick. After we hooked up for the fourth time he asked me if I could use my business knack to help him out. I told him my consulting fee and he asked if I could pay with his holes instead. Told him if I could use him whenever I wanted and he was close by like living in my spare room he had a deal. Poor guy almost can’t match my own sex drive but it’s fun to go at it like rabbits.

“Looking good, Uncle. Fucking stud. Love those legs and that chest,” I smiled as I looked him up and down before sitting down on the couch. “How long did he rent you for, need a ride?” Eddie continued to flex in front of the couch for me as I told him to turn around and show me his back. “For the night. He’s entertaining some of his colleagues and wanted someone to pass around and dominate.”

Mr. Wilton was one of my college professors and a venture capitalist, we got closer at a gay party and he’s been a sort of mentor and colleague of mine before I went off on my own. Eddie is one of his favorite whores and once we even tag teamed him as we had him on the bed spit roasting him. He’s rented out Eddie so many times now that I let him just text Eddie and send me the payment without needing the details.

“Oh he sent over extra, more than what a party fee would be,” I mused as Eddie got closer, he smelled good, and I could sense the heat coming from his body. He must have come back from the gym and showered. Eddie grinned and pushed me back, and turned his cap backwards as he got onto us knees and gave me a double biceps flex. “Damn, you’re smart, Mike. He did send one more request. He wanted a teaser video for his friends and paid for a fresh video of dick entering into me.” I chuckled. “Sure give me your phone, which hole?” “Dealer’s choice, but let me at least get the star of the show all wet and hard,” he growled as he went to fish my dick out of my pants, then opting to take off my shorts as a whole as I stripped off my shirt. “Trust me, man, I’m looking at the star of the show right now and I’ll get him wet and hard for sure.” I chuckled as I pressed record. I watched him get his face in front of my dick. “Please can I have a taste? Been thinking about it all day, sir.” he begged as his eyes looked up at me and grabbed my dick slapping it against his face. “Yeah, bitch, make it sloppy,” I said as he grunted and started to softly slurp on my rapidly stiffening dick. I groaned out as he got to the root of my dick and moaned into it. I grabbed the top of his head with my free hand and pushed him down slightly more as he chocked and gargled, holding it down for me as I enjoyed his throat muscles. I let him go up for hair as he coughed and wiped away some tears from his eyes. “Fuck! Good dick,” he panted resting on his heels as he let me film his body. “Now, boy, tell me how much you’re looking forward to your night with Mr. Wilton.” He grinned and looked into the camera as he told him how much he wanted his dick, wanted him and his friends to use him in any way they wanted as their personal whore for the night. I ended the recording.

"You know the rules, no touching your dick. And you can only cum if my dick is in you. Or should I start whoring you out to pay your debt?" He shook his head. "No...just you is fine. Please." he said, embarassed at the thought of my renting him out. I stuck my dick in and watched him quiver as it sank into him, moans coming out from both of us. Kent was a regular driver of mine before he showed up to work drunk, having just gotten dumped by his girlfriend who was sort of cuckholding him after he cheated on her. Apparently, she and him were arguing so much she'd hatefuck him with a strap-on while the bull watched. He crashed into a pole and I fired him on the spot. He showed up, 30 days later, sobered up from a treatment facility and asked me what he could do to make up for everything, he didn't have a job, or a home since he was living at his girlfriend's place. I told him nothing until he paid me back for the damages to the city and my car, and he got on the floor and begged. Said he'd do anything, drive for free until he worked off his debt, he just needed a place to sleep. I joked if he'd let me fuck him and he said yes. I asked if he was serious, and if he was sover, and he said he was on both accounts. So I had him blow me for a bit, then I bent him over my office desk and made sure he knew what he'd be getting into.

And two weeks later, he's driving me cross country because flights are cancelled and I need to get to California ASAP. We'd been on the road for 2 days and it's been a treat for me. Kent's become quite the bottom bitch, and unfortunately for him and good for me he's really responsive to anal penetration. He hates that he gets hard but his body betrays him every time. And with my crazy sex drive he's been getting good practice with his mouth too.

It was definitely there when we got drunk and stumbled back to our dorm, and one thing happened after another and we went from making out to him clenching his ass muscles while stradling me while my cock smashed against his prostate over and over. The guy was closeted then, and even now I guess, and I told him that if he wanted to keep things quiet he'd have to offer up his holes to me whenever I wanted. Scott either was growing out his submissive streak, or he just really liked to bottom, so he agreed readily. My only regret was that I didn't room with him earlier, having only gotten one year of that sweet muscled whore. We lost contact and I guess he was looking to make a new start.

I don't charge him rent so long as he puts out, and to his embarassmment I've talled up what I would have charged him divided by the number of blowjobs and fuckings I've made him engage in to show him how expensive his whoring is. Poor guys gets hard just hearing about it. It's been three months of that, and he's finally been getting some regular clients. I guess rent-free is too good of a deal because he hasn't mentioned moving out yet. "You can start paying rent you know," I said as I slowly sank my dick into his ass after lubing up his hole. He was bent over the sink, ass perked out waiting for me to enter him. "You don't like using me to get off anymore?" he asked, wincing at the intrusion before taking lead and moving his ass back and forth taking my dick. I grabbed his hands and held it as counterweight forcing him to work harder to fuck himself on my dick. "I love it, but if you're not looking to escape, it means you like this arrangement more than I thought, huh? You like being my big bottom bitch whore," he got red and quiet as I started to take control back, grabbing his arms to get deeper with more thrusting force. "Say you like it, or I'll stop."

One of the precepts with wich I struggled the most was celibacy. Most of my peers were young men with no experience with sex, but that wasn't my case. In fact, before enrolling, I was a ladies man. I went out almost every night and went home with some random chick, so having to abstain from that was getting really hard.

I went to father Martinez's chamber to ask his advice on the matter. He was in his underwear, but he welcomed me when he saw the worry on my face.

"You need to resist the temptation, brother", the priest said to me after I exposed my worries. "It is important for us to be models of virtue to the flock."

"But, Father Martinez, how do you manage to resist the temptation? It's so hard! I'm horny all the time. I masturbate almost daily, and I know that's bad too, but it's the only way I can maintain my sanity. I need to have sex, right now!"

"You're right. Masturbation is a lesser sin of breaking your vows than fucking a woman, but there are other ways to free yourself from temptation without failing the priesthood."

"That's what I need to know, Father." I pleaded.

"Son, what does the celibacy vow says?" He asked me.

"I will not lie with no woman nor seek onanistic pleasure myself", I recited from memory.

"Exactly. You can't search sexual release with a woman or find it by yourself, but what about..." He placed his hand on my thigh and slid it upwards without taking his eyes off mine. "... with a man? We never vow not to fuck with men." The rudeness of his vocabulary surprised me. The mild mannered teacher that I knew had a hunger behind his eyes that I had never seen before.

He pressed his palm on my bulge and went for a kiss. I had never been with a guy before but I was too horny to care. I returned the kiss.

Father Martinez was a great kisser. His lips were soft and sweet and his mustache tickled me in the best way. He expertly undressed me and soon I was down to my underwear, like him. Both of us were sporting impressive erections eager to get free. The priest leaned down and took my dick out. Without letting it feel the air he swiftly pushed it down his throat.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.

"Do not take His name in vain, son." He reprimanded me and quickly went back to swallowing my meat.

He was a pro. Better than any girl I've been with. He slobbered all over my hard prick and it felt amazing. I was in heaven, enjoying the blowjob, but I needed more and he knew that. He stopped blowing me and laid down on the bed. He looked back at me and in a sensual tone he said: "Eat my ass, son".

I parted his round glutes and found his hairless pink hole, as pretty as any pussy I had encountered. I dove in and delited with his musky flavour. He moaned as I licked his hole.

"That's perfect, my son. You're making me feel so good. That's what priesthood is about. Giving to others." His words made me hornyer and invited me to go further.

"Father Martinez, can I give you my big cock? To make you feel even better?" I asked as I rubbed the tip on his ring.

"Yes! I'm here to help you relieve your tension, and to make you feel good too." He said backing his ass.

I slammed my dick balls deep inside the young priest. He muffled a scream with the pillow. His warm insides felt so good around my dick. I let him adjust to the intrusion while I tried not to cum instantly after all those months without sex. As he started to move, I began to thrust with all my strength.

"Do you like how I fuck you, father? Dou you like how my big cock feels inside your ass?" I tainted him.

"OH, GOD, YESSS! Fuck me!" He pronounced each word with a stroke of me cock.

"Shhhhh. Do not take His name in vain, Father."

Too soon, I felt the familiar tingling on the base of my dick. An unmistakable sign of my impending orgasm.

"I'm cumming soon!" I warned him.

"Cum on my face! Baptize me with your essence!" He said as hi turned around.

I frantically stroke my cock mere inches from his face. A wave of pleasure washed over my body. My mind went blank, and I felt like a saint receiving the Holy Spirit. My jizz painted his forehead and his mustache which he licked hungrily.

"Thank you, father. That is exactly what I needed. I think I understand the gospel better after that." I said.

"No, thank you, my son. You've shown me a way of helping others that I had forgotten. Any time you need more guidance, please, come speak with me again. And maybe next time we can practice empathy and you can be in my position." He responded naughtily.

"Anthony, this is Mr. Richards. He's interested in having you over tonight and I thought why not give him a preview of what you have to offer." He nodded and got down to his knees. "Nice to meet you Mr. Richards, do you want to give me a try now? Or what did my master allow me to perform for you?" I laughed as Jeff started to tremble in lust. "Well - ah - I," he stammered out before I cut him off. "I've let Mr. Richards here just take a look for now, he can tell you to do anything except touch you, or himself, for the next 10 minutes. I'll supervise of course. Let's have you get up and grab those weights over there to continue your workout while we talk." Anthony smiled and nodded, getting up and flexing his pecs as he went to grab thhe dumbells. He remained to the side we continued to chat and watch my muscled whore pant and grunt.

"How did you get someone like him?" Jeff breathed out, dry swallowing watching Anthony as they kept locking eyes. "Anthony's a bodybuilder. I took him in and sponsored him when he was first competing on the condition that I get to fuck him whenever I want. He's the trifecta: loves working out, loves being looked at, and as he soon found out, loves getting fucked up that tight muscled ass of his. Isn't that right, Anthony?" Anthony smiled and nodded as he did biceps curls. "Yes, sir. I love getting bigger for you, hotter for you, more fuckable for you so you still find me attractive."

"And he lives here with you? Running around naked?" Jeff asked. I nodded. "Why not, it's faster when I can just grab a bottle of lube lying around and grease him up. It's a big house, secluded yard. Lubes' everywhere too." Jeff seemed to be lost in thought. "You said I get 10 minutes in this room right? No touching him?" I nodded. "Okay, then I want him to suck your dick." Jeff smiled as I broke out in a chuckle, with Anthony smiling as well. "That is within the rules I gave you, so I'm game. Anthony?" I turned to find Anthony already next to me, on all fours as he looked up at me with his handsome rugged face. "Sir, I need your dick, can I have a taste? Please?" he begged. I nodded and took out my dick and as it grew I slapped it onto his face, he took a big sniff and started to rub it on him. "Gotta get that scent of a man who is going to use me on me," he breathed out before maneuvering my now stiff dick into his mouth. He softly sucked on it before I grabbed his head and told him I was taking control. He nodded and loosened the suction a bit so I could start skullfucking him. He started to moan and make loud sloppy noises as I watched him and Jeff enraptured by different things. Anthony on my pleasure, and Jeff on Anthony's submissiveness contrasted with his muscled mass. "I like to have him in the sluttiest positions at all times. That means no hands on my dick and eyes locked up at me to make sure I'm getting the best out of that talented throat of his that I've trained." I suddenly pushed the back of Anthony's head in as I made him take me down to the root. He gagged a bit but held on as tears started to form in his eyes. "He's a champ, good at deepthroating, likes to take it for my enjoyment which you'll like I hope." Jeff nodded as I still maintained the grip. "There's a special technique that I've also trained him where he uses his throat muscles and massages the entire length." I let go and pulled out until only the tip of my dick was in Anthony's mouth as he started to breath around it. He didn't wipe the tears but let it fall as it mixed with all the sweat he had from his workout.

"Anthony, where do you like to take a man's load?" Jeff suddenly asked him as Anthony rested back on his heels, hands behind his back looking up at me. "Sir, anywhere you want. I've been told that others like to see their load on my muscled back. Others like to shoot it up in me while I'm bouncing on their cock. Though if you ask my master he will say my face. Sir, can I ask why?" he looked back at me.

"Sure, let's show Mr. Richards why." I raised my eyebrows at Anthony as he nodded and grabbed my dick to pump it with his large hands as he moved his face in front and slightly under it. After 30 seconds or so he was rewarded for his efforts with ropes of my cum coating his face. Some coated his hair, and his eyes which he had to close them, and the rest came onto his nose and beard. After I came down from my orgasm he softly sucked on my dick and swallowed the rest of the cum that came out. "Now let's show Mr. Richards the money shot," I commanded as Anthony turned to grin at him and give him a biceps flex.

“Sir, I take it my work is satisfactory?” He said not turning around or moving as I hadn’t told him to do so yet. “Maybe, what else can you do to show me how much you want to keep your job.” I said as I took a drag of my blunt. He thought for a moment and he bent over again and reached around to pull apart his cheeks to show me his ruined hole. “You can fuck me again, if you want, Sir, or anytime.” He said as he pushed out some more cum. “Fuck, you’re a nasty little whore,” I said as he just stayed there and said thank yous and please fuck mes over and over again.

Ben was a bodyguard from a security firm who I had gotten friendly with. During his off hours I’ve invited him to parties and we often drink and get high with my clients. One day he was with me while I was entertaining a foreign business partner and he had accidentally pushed my oversees friend back when he tried to make a move on him, spilling his drink over his clothes. The business partner got offended and suddenly left, and I chewed Ben out for it. He sputtered out something about not being into him but I told him there was a right way and a wrong way to decline a pass. Told him I was gay myself, to fuck off, and to not come back to work the next day.

After a few days, Ben showed up at my house earlier this evening, wanting to make a case for himself. Told him what could he think would fix the situation, and to get me to trust him again. He swallowed and told me he had been practicing taking dick and he was ready to make things right with the business partner as a whore if not a bodyguard for me. I wasn’t sure and told him he’d only embarrass me further, and he bet me he could get me to cum within 5 minutes with his ass then I would hire him for the job.

1 minute was spent sucking me off for a bit. The second minute was him getting up and bending over as he reached behind to line up my dick. The next two was of him fucking himself back and forth against my dick and before the last minute was up he flexed his anal muscles and sent me over the edge as I shot into him and then pulled out to shoot the rest of my load over onto his back, causing him to groan out as I screamed out. I stuck my dick back in for a bit and softly fucked him thinking my dick would slowly go down in stiffness but I was surprised as how it stayed stiff, so much so that I came again after a few minutes of fucking another load into him. I then slapped his ass as I pulled out and sat back down.

And now we’re back to the present. “You’re not going to clean up my cock?” I said as he quickly apologized and scrambled to get on all fours in-between my legs, immediately sucking me with a lot of suction. I slapped his head and told him it was sensitive. “Sorry, sir,” he mumbled as he tried it softer.