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The commotion woke me up. I looked at the clock and it was 1pm, groggily, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and shoved my morning (afternoon) wood into some sweats and padded down the hallway to see what was happening.

“We were joking around! We never pay up on those bets!” I heard Dad loudly slurring.

“That’s cause no one ever gets the hole in one!” Frank Calvetti, one of Dad’s golf buddies, slurred back.

It was clear Dad and his golf buddies had come back to the house after their round of 18 holes. Mom was gone on a girls trip and I was home from college for the summer. I was supposed to have left to visit my girlfriend that morning, but that was postponed due to her family getting Covid.

“Get up there on the couch, Phil. We shook on it, I own your hole now.” Carl Larson’s deep voice carried.

My head was spinning, my mind was only half awake as I stood at the top of the stairs of my parents’ house listening. I heard the men laugh, hoot and holler, as I assumed that Dad got into position. 

“He’s hard as a rock! Phil’s into it!” Ed Calhoun bellowed.

I crept down the stairs to find out more. The house was one of those open concepts so I had to be stealthy, but was eventually able to position myself to see what was happening in the reflection of the unused TV. Ed and Frank were huddled around the couch as Carl crouched behind Dad. Dad was on all-fours and Carl was tonguing his hole. Dad was a former college football player and current CrossFit devotee. He stood at 6’1 and carried a muscular, hairy build that he maintained meticulously. He looked a good 5-10 years younger than his 45 years.

“This is hotter than those jocks we share on trips.” Ed mused, fondling his bulging golf slacks.

Ed was 6’0 with broad shoulders. He had a nice build, big, meaty chest, shoulders, and arms and just the hint of middle aged padding around the middle. He sported a thick, neatly cropped beard that was beginning to show flecks of silver around his chin. His beard framed his face nicely, his eyes were kind, matching his affable personality. His hair was messy after the round of golf and after golf drinks.

Carl surfaced from his relentless asseating. The man was shirtless, Carl was a collegiate wrestler in his youth and carried that same compact, muscular build in his late 40’s. His muscular chest and midsection was dusted with blonde hair, a shade darker than the thinning blonde hair on his head. Carl Larson replaced his tongue with a finger eliciting a deep moan from Dad.

“Tight as a drum, Phil. You really never bottomed?” Carl asked, adding a second finger and twisting as he penetrated Dad’s hole.

“Never.” Dad groaned.

“We’ll break you in just like we did with that virgin frat jock in Myrtle Beach.” Frank Calvetti grunted, groping himself through his golf shorts.

I was trying to take everything in, even the references to past sexual escapades. The golf foursome had been together for as long as I could remember, the four friends went on twice or thrice yearly golf trips together. I was now, unwittingly to them, in on their secret. Dad and Frank Calvetti played football together at State and had been best friends ever since. Ed Calhoun had played baseball at State when Dad and Frank were there, the three of them were in the same frat but didn’t become close until after college. Carl Larson wrestled for Tech and knew the rest of the guys from the country club they were all members at.

“Go easy on me, Carl.” Dad breathed as the ex-wrestler removed his fingers. 

Carl Larson stood up and slipped his golf chinos down, followed by his boxer briefs. The 5’10 stud of a man was sporting a rigid 8 inch cut cock of average thickness. I could see it bouncing as he flexed it. 

“Don’t worry, Phil, I’m gonna break you in right.” Carl murmured as he kissed his lubed cockhead to Dad’s tight hole.

Both men groaned deeply as Carl pushed his cockhead into Dad’s hole. He let Dad get used to the invasion before sinking in deeper. Ed and Frank groaned as they groped themselves watching intently from either side of Carl. They were both still clothed, likely to keep themselves from getting too excited. Carl paused periodically, letting Dad relax. Both men again groaned as Carl finally sunk in the remainder of his cock.

Carl steadied Dad by gripping his hips. The ex-wrestler slid back before drilling back into Dad’s hole, he used slow, steady, and confident strokes as he fucked Dad’s virgin hole open. Carl kept the pace constant, Dad gritted his teeth and winced with each thrust.

“You’re really opening up for me, Phil.” Carl Larson grunted.

It was clear Dad was relaxing into the fuck as his flagging erection was back to its full rigidity. Dad looked back over his shoulder at his golf buddy who was balls deep inside of him. Carl smiled and gave Dad’s ass a strong smack as he kept methodically pumping his cock in and out of my old man.

“How’s it feel, Phil?” Frank asked, lewdly groping Dad’s naked flesh.

“It hurts… but also better than I thought.” Dad grunted through gritted teeth.

Carl chuckled and took that as an indication he could increase the intensity of the fuck. He started thrusting harder, but it was clear he was nearing his nut. Ed reached under Dad and grabbed his cock.

“He’s still rock hard…” Ed breathed.

“His ass is pulling the load outta me.” Carl panted as his body flexed and relaxed repeatedly, clearly breeding Dad with his first ever load. 

Sweat beaded off of Carl’s body as the aftershocks of his orgasm jolted through his body. The built man slowly pulled his shrinking cock from Dad’s newly fucked hole.

“Who’s next?” Carl panted.

“Wait, that wasn’t the bet.” Dad pulled himself off the couch in protest.

“The bet was that I own your hole, Phil. I can let anyone I want use it.” Carl responded firmly with a wild grin and glint in his eye.

Dad looked deflated as he realized his three buddies were going to run a train on him. His eyes darted from Frank to Ed. I tried not to touch myself, I wanted to make sure that I didn’t miss a second of what was about to unfold.

“Don’t look so upset, Phil. Those frat jocks we break in love every minute of it.” Ed said, making no pretense about groping his large bulge.

“Let’s take this party upstairs.” Frank offered.

That was my cue to move. I assumed they were going to go to my parents’ room, so I crept up there as quietly as I could. Standing in the middle of their room, I found that their walk-in closet would give me a great view of what was about to go down on their king size bed. I hurried into the closet, leaving the door cracked enough that I could see what was happening.

I heard their muffled voices as the golf foursome ascended the stairs and approached the master bedroom. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but I knew I’d had a perfect view of what happened next from my hiding spot.

Dad led the way into the bedroom, his body language was a mix of defeated resignation and lust. Clearly, he was conflicted. His cock was anything but, Dad’s member was rock hard and leading the way into the room. His muscled, furry body was glistening with sweat from just being de-virginized.

“Ready to get stretched by the Calvetti hog?” Frank asked as he entered the room, now naked.

“We’re not gonna need to find college jocks or chicks with daddy issues anymore. We all know Frank’s cock has a way of turning virgins into sluts.” the similarly naked Ed chimed in.

Dad shot Ed an indignant look. Frank puffed out his muscled shelf of a chest in pride as he gave his rigid cock a stroke.

“Ed’s got a point, Phil. I wouldn’t be surprised if you become our new cum dump.” Carl sneered, entering the room. “You might even be bottoming for that jock you’ve been dating soon.”

“That Paul can really take a dick.” Ed breathed with a faraway look. “Hung too.” He added with a wicked grin.

Dad was dating a dude!? What about mom?

“Don’t mind them, they’re just jealous they won’t get to take this dick any time soon.” Frank said softly to Dad, seeing his irritated expression.

Frank’s muscled, fit, and furry body was behind Dad’s as he guided his fellow CrossFit devotee onto the bed. Frank stood about an inch taller than Dad, they had similar muscular builds, though Dad was slightly leaner and Frank was hairier. Frank maneuvered Dad onto his back and lifted his legs. The hairier man was the most hung out of the group, his thick uncut cock looked angry with veins bulging and the foreskin half retracted as it throbbed.

Frank sported tanned Mediterranean good looks. His neatly cut corporate haircut now featured streaks of silver near his temples and he kept his face clean shaven accentuating his sharp, handsome features. His biceps balled into vascular knots as he lifted Dad’s legs to his shoulders, exposing the newly fucked hole.

“Shit, Phil, I’m barely gonna need to lube up, Carl must have shot a gallon in ya.” Frank cooed as a strong digit prodded deep into Dad.

Dad groaned as Frank’s skilled finger found his prostate. Frank deftly lubed his huge tubesteak and positioned it at Dad’s freshly fucked hole. With a flex of his hips, Frank applied building pressure until he finally began to sink into Dad’s rear. Dad and Frank grunted as Frank’s fat cock sunk into Dad, their eyes locked.

Frank’s cock sunk in methodically. He reached down, feeling Dad’s furry muscles, groping his hairy built chest. He tweaked Dad’s nipples before sliding in the remainder of his girthy dick. Dad moaned and his rock hard cock jumped and throbbed.

“Goddamn, Phil, you have better tits than my wife.” Frank groaned, massaging Dad’s chest as he let the man who sired me get used to the huge cock stretching him.

“His snatch is tighter too.” Carl piped up, watching.

“So… fucking… deep…” Dad breathed as Frank’s pubes ground into his asscheeks.

“Enjoy the stretch, buddy. This hole was made for breeding.” Frank murmured as he began thrusting.

Dad was gritting his teeth as Frank gave him deep, long, controlled thrusts - fucking through the residual resistence. Dad’s ample cock throbbed in time with his best bud’s metronomic thrusts, pearly-translucent precum caught the light as it oozed from Dad’s cockhead to his furry abs. Dad’s hands roamed Frank’s hairy, muscular form. He seemed to be doing anything to keep from touching himself.

“Look at him take that cock, he’s a natural.” Ed breathed, moving closer to watch the action.

“Just wait to you feel it, big guy. His hole practically milks the load out of you.” Carl added, patting Ed on his meaty shoulder.

It was a trip hearing Dad’s golf buddies talk about him like that. None of them could take their eyes off of the scene. They fed off the sexual energy of Dad’s first bottoming experiences.

“Frank…” Dad moaned as the man punched his cock in deep.

“You’re liking it, aren’t ya, buddy?” Frank asked, resuming his metronomic thrusts. 

Dad bit his lower lip and nodded. 

“Frank’s cock has never failed to turn a jock or a chick into a slut, but you already knew that.” Carl narrated. “I guess we can add ‘upstanding family men’ to the list.” Carl added, getting a chuckle from Ed.

Sweat started to bead on Frank’s muscled, furry body. He kept the pace steady, giving Dad a nice even fuck with his massive meat. Dad gripped Frank’s strong arms as Frank held Dad’s legs, pushing them towards the supine man’s chest.

Frank Calvetti stretched out over Dad, spearing him with steady, deep thrusts. Dad gripped the bedsheets underneath him, holding on for dear life. Sweat poured off both men as Frank continued his drilling. Dad’s legs were folded to his hairy, muscled chest, his ass was a few inches above the mattress as Frank pushed deeper and deeper.

Carl appeared next to the two rutting dads and shoved a pillow under Dad’s lower back to help with the angle. Frank picked up the pace, adding some power to his thrusts. Dad grunted and groaned under the assault. His newly de-virgined hole seemed to be holding up well to Frank’s oversized fuckstick. Dad’s cock leaked a steady stream of pearlescent pre cum over his furry, taut, abs.

“Cum for me, Phil. I wanna feel your hole when you bust.” Frank growled, fucking in steady, deep strokes. “Buddy, I’m gonna nut hard in ya when you do.” Frank said through a raspy breath.

Dad locked eyes with his golf buddy and nodded. Dad’s hand gripped his thick cock, giving it a tug. One was all he needed as an eruption of cum blasted from his bloated member. Geysers of seed rained down on Dad’s body, he drenched himself with his load mixing into the sweat and matting down his body hair.

Frank cried out, bellowing as he unloaded inside Dad. He was adding his heavy spunk to Carl’s, breeding Dad deeply. Frank fucked erraticly through the waves of his orgasm. Dad’s cock eventually stopped spewing, with cum continuing to leak out of his spent dick.

The two men panted as though they’d just run a marathon, their muscles tensed and relaxed, flush from their exertions. Finally, Frank leaned forward, touching his lips to Dad’s, the two meeting for a tender kiss.

“Jeezus, Phil…” Frank breathed as he fell to the bed next to Dad.

“You like to stare.” His deep voice said quietly, his arms crossed.

I just finished a set of squats at the gym, I’d just moved to town for my first job out of college. My routine overlapped with a stud in his 50’s. He’d caught me staring a few times, but I never did anything about it as he was occasionally accompanied by his wife. 

“I’m sorry… Mr…” I didn’t know his name and I was flustered having just finished a set.

“I’m Ed.” The man said with is arms still crossed, I couldn’t help but gawk at his muscled arms. “And no need to apologize.” His face broke into a friendly smile. “You draw some eyes too, you know.” 

I was a 22 year old D1 college lacrosse player, I was in impeccable shape and I was determined to keep it that way now that I was working a 9-5 desk job. Ed’s was stacked, 6’ on what looked to be cut muscle. He’d clearly spent decades in the gym, taking care of his body, and it showed. His mostly gray hair was receding and his face was clean shaven and just weathered enough to make him even more handsome.

“Nice to meet you, Ed. I’m Andy.” I said as we shook hands, his grip like a vice.

“Great to meet you, Andy. You’re new here, right?” Ed asked and I nodded. “Linda probably didn’t give you a tour did she?” 

The front desk lady hadn’t, still speechless, I shook my head.

“I don’t want to interrupt your workout but I don’t mind showing you around.” Ed continued.

It was a standard gym, I normally would have begged off and continued with my leg day, but I wanted to be near this mature stud as long as I could to steal as many mental images as possible.

“Su-Sure.” I said, my voice embarrassingly cracking out of excitement.

That brough an even bigger grin to Ed’s face as he motioned for me to follow him. I was closeted during my time in college, as a division 1 athlete it would have brought me a lot of unwanted attention, so I didn’t have much experience. But, for all I knew, this was just a hot older man who wanted to show me around so I had to play it cool.

Ed showed me the main facilities, the free weights, the machines, the squat racks, even a deadlift platform. Of course, I’d seen this all already as I’d been coming to the gym for a few weeks. It was early on a Saturday morning, so the place was nearly deserted as I followed Ed into the men’s locker room. 

“If you know the right people, there are some pretty great features here.” Ed said deadpan as he groped his bulge. I tried not to look, so afraid of misreading things that I didn’t realize what was happening. “What, now you’re too shy to steal a look?” Ed joked with a friendly tone.

“I… I… fuck!” I stumbled over my words before swearing as Ed pealed down sweats revealing a bulging jockstrap.

I blushed and absentmindedly licked my lips. Ed smiled wide, sizing me up. Behind Ed, I caught a glance at myself in the mirror. I was slightly taller than the older man at 6’1 and I filled out my snug tank top well with a broad chest with tanned and vascular shoulders and arms. My dirty blond hair was in need of a cut but still short and my cheeks were ruddy from the workout and my arousal.

“Been awhile since I had a hot jock sniffing around.” Ed said in a low conspiritorial voice. “I’ll give you a tour of one of the private shower stalls and you can suck me off.” 

I was momentarily taken aback by how upfront he was, but I quickly followed after him as he led the way with a nod of his head. The private shower stall had a two curtain set up, with the area between the first one meant for hanging your clothes and towel. The shower itself was just barely big enough for the both of us. Once both curtains were pulled, Ed slid down his sweats and jock revealing a rock hard, thick and veiny cut cock. 

I reached down for it, feeling its heft. The girthy cock was the biggest one I’d seen in my limited experience. Ed groaned as I gave him a few dry strokes. Our eyes met and he gave me a wink before I sank into a crouching position.

“Thatta boy, I can spot a cocksucking jock a mile away.” Ed grunted as my lips parted around the bloated cockhead.

Ed moaned as slid more of this thick piece down my gullet. I was more enthusiasm than skill at that point and the fit older man’s big dick was testing my oral limits. I let my hand wrap around the length of shaft I couldn’t swallow, using the spit dripping down as lube as I stroked him in time with my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, collecting his precum and finding his sensitive spots.

I looked up at Ed as he placed his hands gently on my head, almost cradling it. His cockhead hit the back of my throat, gagging me and I pulled off, sliding my lips and tongue down the length of his shaft. I sucked and tongued the man’s full, heavy balls, savoring the noises of appreciation I was eliciting. I let my tongue swipe behind Ed’s balls, savoring the salty taste and musk before resuming my coordinated mouth and hand work.

“That’s it, Andy, you’re an eager pup. You ready to swallow my load?” Ed had urgency in his voice.

His alert that he was close had be redoubling my efforts, bringing and appreciative grunt from Ed as he cock pulsed before painting my mouth with thick, hot cum. I swallowed jet after jet of the virile man’s heavy load, using my hand to pull every last bit down his shaft. Ed’s body shuddered as the wave of his orgasm waned. The handsome mid-50’s man was still wearing his snug workout t-shirt, hugging his chest and shoulders, with his sweats and jockstrap around his ankles.

I pulled off the man’s cock, it stood boldly still hard but deflating with a sheen of spittle and cum that caught the light. My compression shorts and gym shorts strained to contain my erection as Ed looked down catching his breath.

“You’re a hungry jock, I like that.” Ed said with a wide smile, as he pulled up his sweats. “You’ll have to take care of yourself today, but if you want more my wife out for a girls night tomorrow.” Ed offered as we exited the shower stall.

We exchanged numbers and parted ways. I was disappointed that I hadn’t cum, but I knew that as soon as I got home I’d fire off a massive load. It was almost painful for me to finish my workout, but I hit it hard, harder than normal before booking it home to crank one out.

The next was torture, Ed’s wife had joined him at the gym so we only exchanged “Hello’s” and nods across the floor. His wife was gorgeous, she looked to be about the same age, maybe a few years younger. She was clearly in great shape with a very pretty face and a taste mid-length haircut. 

That afternoon at work, Ed texted me and I nearly dropped my phone from excitement. His place was too risky but luckily I had a one bedroom apartment that I lived alone in, I was more than happy to have the stud of a man over. After work, I rushed around tidying the place up. I’d had fleeting hookups in college, but as a closeted athlete, they were few and far between. Something about this felt different.

Right on time, Ed buzzed my apartment to be let up. I buzzed him in and quickly did one last check in the mirror and of my breath. I didn’t know what was in store tonight but I wanted all of my bases covered.

“Nice building!” Ed said as I opened the door to greet him.

Ed was sporting a polo shirt, fit snugly across his muscled chest and shoulders and tucked into a pair of belted khaki shorts. He looked sexy in his stereotypical suburban dad get up, I had to imagine this is what he wore most days.

“Thanks, come on in.” I said as I closed the door behind him.

I was already rock hard in my more casual athlesiure attire. Ed glanced around at my apartment, it was a steps above the typical early 20’s guy apartment, I had furniture and a bedframe, but the decorating was sparse. We made some chit-chat about the weather and I offered him a beer.

“I’ll bet you played ball in college, Andy.” Ed said, cracking open his brew.

“Lacrosse, I was a middie at State.” I replied proudly, sipping from my long neck bottle.

“It shows.” Ed complimented as I stared as the snug polo clung to his built frame and the muscles in his arm balled up as he took a sip.

His gaze fell on me as we sat on the couch together. It was a charged silence as we eyed each other up, the anticipation rising. Ed slightly spread his legs as he sat, letting his pronounced bulge be accentuated. He knew what he was doing, I was happy at least one of us did. We both finished our beers, setting them down on the coffee table.

“Can I get you another?” I offered.

“Sure… or you can give me a tour of your place. I haven’t seen your bedroom yet.” Ed replied with wicked smirk.

I jumped to attention, my excitement bringing a chuckle from the older man. He followed me across the room and down the short hallway to my bedroom. My place wasn’t big and my room was relatively spartan.

Ed grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. He planted a kiss on my lips as his hands snuck under my athletic fit t-shirt. He felt up the hard ridges of my abs muscles before cupping my pecs. I let my hands feel his lats and rippling back muscles through his dad polo. Our tongues danced, Ed led the way aggressive yet sensual - confident.

“I wanted to do that sink you sucked that load out of me yesterday.” Ed breathed as he broke the kiss.

I was flush and my pulse was racing. Ed easily read the effect he had on me, his knowing smirk plastered on his face. 

“Yeah… I uhh… I liked that too.” I sputtered awkwardly.

“You don’t even know how hot you are, do you?” Ed flat out asked, making me blush.

Ed tugged the hem of shirt over my head. I raised my arms to assist and he tossed it aside. His eyes tore over my bare flesh. I stood tall under his gaze, relishing his intense interest. I took great pride in keeping my lacrosse honed body in top condition, my abs rippled under the skin with a treasure trail of blond fur thickening from above my navel to my waistband. The same blond fur clung my powerful and shredded pecs, right around the pert, pink nipples. I felt my delts, biceps, and triceps tense and relax as I shifted my weight.

Ed’s nimble fingers traveled the expanse of my flesh, exploring the ridges and valleys created by my muscles. I groaned as he flicked his thumbs over my nipples, he took the opportunity to lean in for another kiss. This one was more sensual, letting the building tension swell. We broke the kiss and discarded his polo shirt, unbuckled his belt and slid his shorts down before stepping out of them. He stood before me in just a pair of briefs that were struggling to contain his bulge. 

“Fuck…” I hissed, drinking in the sight of him.

Ed’s muscled, powerful chest was dusted with downy brown and gray hair clinging to the swells of his pecs. Even in his 50’s he had a flat stomach with the whisper of abs. The dusting of hair there was less dense but still caught the light. Playfully, he flexed his pecs, liking that I was mesmerized by his bouncing tits.

“I got another load for you, Andy. You can suck it out if you want… or…” Ed purred softly as he cupped the bulging basket of his briefs.

My breath caught, Ed grinned knowing what I wanted. I couldn’t help it, I’d turned into putty around this man. Ed reached forward and slid down my shorts and underwear, freeing my raging jock cock. He let out a low groan of appreciation as he tugged my thick uncut member.

“Mighty fine piece.” Ed gave a few soft tugs, rolling my foreskin over the leaking head and skinning it back. “Big cock jocks are my weakness.” The older man murmured. I groaned, the words caught in my throat. “You like older guys… dads…” Ed read my mind as he continued his gentle strokes, I nodded. “I’ve got four kids, strong swimmers. You want me to breed you too?” 

My throat was dry with lust, it was all I could do to nod. Ed’s face lit up as he beamed. His briefs had become nearly translucent as his powerful cock soaked it with precum. The father of four led me over to my bed, positioning me on my hands and knees with my jock ass in the air.

“Have any other dads broken you in yet, Andy?” Ed asked about my experience bottoming which was precious little.

“I’ve only bottomed a few times… no one hung like you.” I said looking over my shoulders at the stud older man.

Ed’s big pecs stood out as his chest puffed out with pride. The downy hairs clinging to the swells of muscle were capped by pert pink nipples. He growled as he leaned in and swiped at my hole with his tongue. He teased along the crack before zeroing into my hole. Slowly, he worked my hole, prodding, retreating, teasing, and prodding again. Soon he was prying my cheeks apart and digging his tongue in deeper.

He kept it up for an eternity, I’d almost forgotten it was foreplay. My cock ached and throbbed, a steady trail of precum oozing forth from the tip. I was brought back to reality at the intrusion of a finger. The change in sensation drove me wild and Ed gently finger fucked me before adding another. I grunted when he pushed in a third.

“A pup like you needs to be broken in just right, Andy. I’ve got just the right tool for the job.” Ed spoke as he withdrew his fingers and instructed me to lay on my back.

When I flipped over, I saw the familiar sight of Ed’s huge, girthy cock. It was lubed up and throbbed menacingly. Ed pulled my legs to his shoulders, gliding into place between them. His cock looked even bigger than I remembered from sucking it the previous day. The engorged cockhead kissed my hole, Ed slowly rocked his hips forward applying pressure. We both sighed as the head popped in, and I quickly tensed.

“Easy there, pup.” Ed cooed, leaning in and running his strong hands over my sweat-damp flesh. “Relax and let daddy work you open.”

His voice and touch sent electricity through my body. As he sensed an ease to my tension, he slid another inch of dad dick into my hole. I grunted at the intrusion. I’d only bottomed three times prior, for men who were not nearly as hung in length or girth as Ed was. Ed’s hands kneaded my chest, flicking my nipples, sending my cock bouncing. His calm, friendly face brought me back and he sunk in another few inches before pausing.

“You’re doing great, sport. I haven’t had a tight hole like this to break in and use in some time. Not since my oldest daughter’s college boyfriend.” 

I moaned, the thought of this man fucking his daughter’s boyfriend was beyond hot to me. I felt my insides unclench and Ed eased in more with a wry smile. He was 3/4ths of the way inside me and started to pull out. Ed then slowly sunk a few inches back in. I whimpered out at the inward thrust but my cock stayed rock hard. The discomfort was minimal, even with Ed’s massive tool, his extensive rimming and fingering had made my rear entrance pliable enough for my pleasure.

“Goddamn, your ass is so tight, Andy. Daddy’s gonna stretch you out.” Ed grunted as he continued thrusting a few inches in and out of my rear.

I gasped with each thrust, my cock bobbed and weaved as Ed slowly dug deeper with each thrust. My hole stretched beyond what it had before and my eyes started to roll back into my head as Ed kept his rhythmic pace. His hands groped and kneaded my muscles and his eyes devoured me.

“Fuck… Ed… I’m close.” I moaned, not sure how much longer I could hold off.

“Let it fly, sport, let fly.” The older man breathed.

I gripped my uncut jock dick and tugged twice before thick hot jets of cum painted my abs and chest. My ass spasmed around Ed’s cock, gripping and milking it, but he held dead still as my orgasm crested and washed over me. My breathing came in ragged gasps as my muscles tensed and relaxed, my whole body working to expel the scalding liquid cum shrapnel.

Ed gently rubbed my flanks as I came down from the orgasmic heights. His big daddy cock was still lodged about 3/4ths of the way in me. My hole was clamped down around his rigid member and he kept it as still as possible.

“You did great, Andy.” Ed said rather paternally.

“Did you cum?” I asked as I caught my breath. 

Ed shook his head no and began to withdraw his cock from my clenched ass. I whimpered as the inches receded. Finally, the older man had fully pulled out. I felt empty as the throbbing, shiny cock stood proudly before Ed.

“Let’s give that hole of yours a break.” Ed let my legs fall to the bed as he rubbed my muscled quads.

“I can go again.” I almost pleaded, looking up at the father of four.

“You’re an eager pup, horny too.” Ed grinned, softly handling my still hard cock. “I like that.” 

Ed helped me up off the bed and we mosied to my small kitchen, we each cracked a beer. There was something freeing about hanging out naked with this man. Both of us stayed hard as we sipped the brews, we made some small talk as our eyes raked over each other’s bodies. I knew Ed was letting my hole relax from the intense orgasm I’d had, I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me again.

“You ready for round 2?” Ed asked with a sly smirk after finishing his beer.

I instinctively reached for my puffy hole. It was a little bit sore, but I desperately wanted to go again. I bit my lower lip and nodded. Almost instantly, Ed’s big dad cock returned to steel hardness.

“I’m gonna breed that tight jock ass of yours, Andy.” The older man said in a gravelly voice.

Ed followed me back to my bedroom. The bed was calling us. I turned around to face the handsome, built, virile father and family man. My cock throbbed as I touched his hair smattered pecs, rounded and firm from years of lifting weights. He inhaled at my touch, lust burning in his piercing blue eyes. Ed placed his hands on my carved delts and slowly turned me around, bending me over the bed. I took his cue and got on all-fours.

The older man’s fingers zeroed in on my fucked hole. He carefully breached the ring, prodding and probing me - hoping to release some of the tension before entering me again. Ed patiently finger fucked my hole, relaxing it enough for his cock. I heard a primal grunt from behind me as I felt his lubed cockhead in place. Slowly, he pushed in and I groaned loudly.

“Goddamn” He hissed as he sunk into me.

The penetration was initially more uncomfortable for me, but I was able to resist clamping down. Once the initial shock was gone, I was brought back to the world of pleasure. Having just been fucked by the same pole, my hole adjusted quicker. Methodically Ed kept boring into me, deeper than before.

“Fuuuuck!” I grunted as Ed’s pole dug deeper than before.

“You like that stretch, Andy?” Ed growled, his thick cock pushing in deeper.

The doggy position and deeper penetration was short circuiting my brain. I involuntarily pushed back on the daddy dick.

“Fuck yeah, son, push back on Daddy’s cock.” Ed’s dirty talk was pushing all of my buttons, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “You ready for my nut… gonna load you up…” Ed grunted between ragged breaths.

The older man continued to saw in and out of my hole, plunging deeper, stretching me further with each thrust. A jolt of lightning exploded through my body each time he nudged past my prostate, making my uncut jock cock leak precum like a faulty tap. He clawed at my ropey back muscles damp with perspiration. I felt Ed put his foot up onto the bed, with one firmly planted on the floor. The change in angle and leverage allowed him to push even deeper than before, knocking the air out of me.

Ed’s thrusts began to lose their trademark rhythm. His cock bore into me harder and less regular as I gripped the sheets underneath me. I was unable to form coherent thoughts as I sensed the man going his nut. On autopilot, I supported myself on a forearm as I reached for my aching dick.

Ed let out a string of cusses as he exploded inside me, fucking through his nut with irregular thrusts. I’d barely touched myself when my nuts emptied on the bed. My ass clamped and spasmed, unable to grab to huge rod that was fucking me off. In reality my anal muscles were milking the man’s cock, getting every last drop of Ed’s seed.

Eventually, he pulled out, panting heavily and dripping sweat. My trembling legs gave way as I collapsed into the lake of my own semen below me. Ed playfully swatted at my ass, I reached back, feeling for my sore, puffy hole.

“Top tier ass you’ve got there, Andy.” Ed beamed as I turned over.

My second load clung to my abs, mixing with the mostly dried first. Ed leaned in and planted a slow, sensual kiss on my lips, lazily feeling the swells of my muscles. I was still riding high from post-coital bliss, I just sat there basking in the fuck this stud DILF from the gym had just thrown me.

“I hate to fuck and run, but I should get home before my wife does… I’ll see you tomorrow at the gym?” Ed asked, starting to gather his clothes. 

I meekly nodded, yet to fully come back to my senses. Ed gave me another peck on the lips before making for the front door. I don’t know how long it took me to return to myself, but eventually I found myself in the shower chubbing up from mentally reliving the coupling with Ed.

“Dad, that hat is too small… Just cause it’s western night doesn’t mean you need to go in costume.” I chided my old man as he sat shirtless at the table in my condo. Dad was visiting me and since I’d come out to him, he’d been nothing but supportive. But, he’d surprised me when he suggested we go out to some gay bars. 

He’d had never made that suggestion if Mom was here too, but she had to work. As head counsel for a large, multi-billion-dollar, international corporation, she had a demanding schedule and wasn’t able to make the trip this time. I loved her, but I was ok with that. She wasn’t as adventurous as Dad and I idolized the man. Dad was a phys ed teacher and head football coach at Central High, where I became a star wide receiver. He wasn’t a typical dumb jock, he’d graduated college with a finance degree but his calling was working with and molding young folks.

All of the girls in my grade always went on about how cool it was that my dad was hot, some of them even threw themselves at him. Secretly, I agreed, I lusted after the man for years. It didn’t hurt that his chosen career path gave him plenty of time to keep his body in tip top shape, and he tended to dress to accentuate that. Mom loved her job and loved that Dad loved his job, he didn’t seem to mind that she was the primary breadwinner.

Now, I was 23, freshly graduated with my own degree in finance and having been a 3 year starter at wide receiver for State. I stayed in the closet for my time in school, only coming out to my family and very close, trusted friends until after graduation.

“Fine, fine, you’re no fun, Jake.” Dad laughed as he tossed the too-small cowboy hat down. Dad was always a fun loving affable guy, it was impossible not to be charmed by the man.

“You should probably get dressed, we’re meeting the guys in 30 minutes.” I suggested. Dad’s bearded face was plastered with a smile once more.

“Can’t wait to meet your crew. You gotta have a good social circle.” Dad was always talking about how balance in life is important. Meanwhile, I was fixated on how sexy the gray in his beard on his chin was. The older man hauled himself up and dug through his bag to find a flannel shirt to go with his form fitting jeans, holding it up to me for approval. “Does this pass the snuff test?” He asked, leaning into how I vetoed his small cowboy hat.

“If you iron it first, yes.” I laughed back. Dad did a double take on his rumpled up flannel and joined me in laughter. 

“Aye aye!” He saluted me, in jest to how I would sarcastically salute and act when I was in my rebellious teenage years and I thought he was acting like a drill sergeant around the house.

I watched Dad walk into my bedroom to fetch the iron. His 6’1 frame was packed with well-earned middle aged muscle. His big chest had dark fur that thickened towards the valley between his pecs and traveled down his solid, still-lightly-defines midsection before diving below the belted waist of his jeans. He’d always had a great bulge, but for outgoing and free with his body he was, I’d never really seen him totally naked.

Dad looked great as we left for the bar, as usually his outfit hugged him in all the right places. The 42 year old was looking like the stud he was. It was only a few block walk to the bar, my friends were already inside. We didn’t normally go to western night, but Dad thought it would be fun and I didn’t need to twist my friends’ arms to go out.

“Mr. Harbor! Great to meet you!” My best friend in the city, Ben hollered excitedly as he met Dad.

They shook hands and Dad brought him in for a bro hug. The rest of my friends followed suit, most of them thought I was lucky to have such a cool dad, and I agreed.

Dad bought everyone a round of drinks and we formed a tight circle, talking and everyone getting to know Dad better. My friends were rapt with my old man, he had that affect on people. He was engaging and genuine, he really did care about getting to know my friends - he always had.

“You must really hit the weights, Mr. H.” Pete said, slinging his arm around Dad’s big shoulders, feeling his biceps. We had moved on to more drinks and clearly Pete was feeling frisky. I blushed at his obvious come on but Dad took it in stride.

“Perks of the job. That and getting to see Jakey-boy here grow up.” Dad beamed with pride. “And like I said before, call me Phil.

Over the course of the night most of my friends got touchy-feely with Dad. I was used to people fawning over him, they couldn’t help themselves. It was closing in on 1am, the bar hadn’t settled down, but my group of friends hadn’t been there for the crowd. We decided to call it a night and regroup the next morning for brunch.

“I really like the guys.” Dad said as we strolled home, both more drunk than we wanted to let on.

“They’re great. Sorry they kept pawing at you.” I normally wouldn’t have brought it up, but the liquor had me feeling loose.

“I’m used to it. Hell, I like the attention.” Dad said, not in a cocky way, but in his Phil Harbor way of letting me know it wasn’t a big deal. “I have half a mind to take a go at Pete.” Dad surprised me so much I stopped walking.

“What?” I croaked out. Dad had never indicated that he’d had any attraction to guys. Plus, he was married to Mom.

“He’s got a great wrestler build, bet he’s great in the sack.” Dad stopped, looking at me with a drunken, wicked grin.

“What the fuck?” I said more strongly than before as we stood on a deserted city block.

“Jake, when you came out to me and I told you that ‘I understand’, I meant it. I’m bi, I thought you got that.” Dad explained, thinking I’d picked up something so subtle during such an emotional moment.

“I did not get that.” I replied, emotions welling up, anger, confusion, jealousy.

“Yeah, well, it’s true.” He said with almost a shrug.

“But… Mom?” 

“She knows.” He said motioning for me to come to him. “I told her when we started dating. She’s got a strong sex drive too, if you must know.” He continued as I approached him. “Let’s get back to your place and talk.

We walked the rest of the way in silence, my thoughts racing, my head spinning. Dad pulled out a bottle of whiskey from my makeshift bar and poured us each a few fingers. We sat down and he explained how Mom wanted to try swinging early on in their marriage. They both liked it but craved something different, eventually they landed on open marriage with some ground rules.

“Basically, we put each other first. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. We are each other’s partner in everything we do, there are just some things that we can’t do for the other sexually.” Dad explained. “I know this is a lot to take in.” He read my vacant, shocked expression. I’d get Dad to explain more later, but for now my thoughts stuck on one topic. “You ok, Jake?”

“Pete?” I asked without thinking. Dad laughed and brought me into a hug. 

“He’s cute! You don’t think so?” 

“I guess I don’t think about him like that.” 

“I won’t do anything if it makes you uncomfortable. I don’t ever want to do something that would jeapardize our relationship.” Dad reassured me. I felt better, but I couldn’t help checking him out. His flannel was half unbuttoned and I boned up in my tight fitting jeans. “Looks like you’re uncomfortable for other reasons too.” Dad verbally jabbed playfully, staring at my bulge. “A little jealous of Pete?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow before finishing his drink.

I silently nodded before croaking out a “Yes.”. Dad had seen right threw me. I would have spiraled right away if it wasn’t forhow he handled it.

“Hot for you dad, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised.” Dad joked, holding his arm out and flexing. The flannel shirt bulged with his motions. He noticed my expression was still serious and embarrassed. “Look, Jake, I get it. Just like before, I get it.” Dad’s tone became less playful. “I had thing for my old man too. But… you knew Grandpa, he was… he was a tough guy who didn’t let people in. I would have given anything to be able to talk like this with him. I would have given anything to get to play around…” The drinks were taking their toll on Dad’s filter. 

He looked at me hard. I could tell he was mulling something over in his head, his expression was pensive. My brain was overwhelmed with everything that I’d learned in the past hour. It was late, I was drunk, and I was having trouble focusing on one thought when Dad spoke up again.

“Jake… if you want to… I know I’d be into it.” Dad said softly as a devilish grin crept across his face.

“You mean… fuck around?” I asked, and Dad winked. “Let’s go!” I lept up from the couch and ran to my bedroom. I could hear Dad laughing as he padded behind me. 

“Jake… You’re sure about this?” Dad asked standing in the door of my bedroom, seemingly having second thoughts.

“Most sure I’ve ever been. Plus, like you said, you still wish Grandpa would have done something with you.” I tried to bring him back, convince him again. Both our judgements were clouded by alcohol.

Dad’s smile returned and he quickly ripped off his flannel. His magnificent body that I lusted after for years was coming into view. Perfectly muscled and hairy. I tended to go for daddy types, but Dad was the ultimate. I tore off my clothes in a flash. I was an inch or two taller than Dad’s 6’1, but with a leaner albeit muscled frame. I’d packed on muscle to the tune of being 6’2 185lbs of lean ripped ex-college football muscle.

I was beginning to get some dark blond hair on my chest to match the treasure trail terminating above my navel which matched the wavy hair on my head. Dad beamed as he slid his jeans down, revealing that he was wearing a white jockstrap underneath. The pouch bulged and strained to contain his growing cock.

“Glad to see you inherited the family goods, Son.” Dad said huskily, taking in my jock form and raging cock. I knew I was hung, over 8 inches, thick, and uncut. The older man pulled down his cock and his cock sprang free, rock hard. He had me beat in every way with his cut dad cock.

“Fuck…” I breathed, bringing a grin to Dad’s bearded face. I sat on the edge of the bed, Dad sidled up to me cock first.

“What do you want to do?” He breathed. In lieu of an answer, I opened my mouth to engulf his cockhead. “Jeezus!” He moaned as I slide my tongue along the underside of his huge cock. It was an incredible rush taking Dad into my mouth. Not only had I lusted after the man since I could remember, the taboo of it all added extra fire.

Dad stood there, allowing me to orally explore his massive member. I considered myself a good cocksucker, but Dad was bigger than any I’d serviced before. My mouth was quickly filled to capacity and his girth hindered my ability to relax my throat, I settled for using my tongue to map the portion of his cock that I could fit in my mouth before pulling off. I glanced up at the man who made me, he matched my gaze with a hungry passion in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my lips and tongue along the length of the underside of his rod until I met the place where his shaft met his balls. 

I slid back and forth, the length of his cock before bathing his big, full nuts with my tongue. His bush was trimmed and his balls were shaved. I continued on, bathing his huge dad-cock with my tongue and lips before returning to sucking what I could fit in my mouth. My hands traveled up and down his built quads, hamstrings, and glutes, feeling their way over the warm flesh. In no time, I was tasting Dad’s precum, oozing onto my tongue, sweet nectar encouraging me to keep going. 

Dad’s moans echoed off the walls of the bedroom as I worked. His big paws gently ran through my hair and down to my shoulders, encouraging me. I wanted to savor the moment, but I also wanted more. I felt his huge cock throb in my mouth as precum continued to ooze. I didn’t want to pull off as his grunts slowly grew more needy. The rush of this all was clearly getting to Dad as well.

“Jakey… you want Dad’s load?” He growled. My cock throbbed between my legs, precum cascading down the length of my shaft as it ached. I gave my answer by gripping Dad’s muscle ass tighter, shoving what I could in my mouth, then brought a hand around to stroke the inches of shaft that I couldn’t swallow.

A glance upward and Dad’s head flung back as his body clenched and a tsunami of cum crashed into my mouth. Wave after wave fired out, choking me during my efforts to swallow it all. He gently rocked his hips through his orgasm, as I used my hand and mouth in tandem to milk every last drop of his load that I could. Dad’s body trembled through the aftershocks of the intense nut, and he let out a big sigh as he looked down at me.

“Jake, that was… amazing… just… wow.” He said softly, his cock still at attention, covered in cum and spittle.

“I couldn’t agree more.” I replied, starting to jerk myself before Dad shooed my hand away.

“My turn.” His mischievous grin had returned.

“Dad you don’t have to-” He waved his hand to cut me off before sinking to his knees between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.

He placed his strong hands on my quads, feeling the lean, strong, football conditioned muscle. His eyes zeroed in on my throbbing uncut jock cock, he licked his lips and leaned forward taking a few inches in his mouth. His tongue skillfully traced my shaft, dipping under my foreskin driving me wild. Slowly, he took more and more into his mouth before I was knocking at the back of his throat. 

Dad serviced the portion of my cock he could fit in his mouth for a few minutes, learning my cock and what made it throb. He was clearly skilled, I wondered how many guys he’d sucked before. Then, without warning, he opened his throat and the rest of my oversized jock cock slid down his gullet. His hands ran up my thighs as I groaned, trying to hold back my load, but it was no use, I was too keyed up.

I came hard, a firehose of cum shooting directly down Dad’s undulating throat. His practiced throat milked my cock, turning my nuts inside out as I shot the biggest load of my life. Overwhelmed, I got light headed and for a second feared I would faint before focusing on Dad’s touch. I have no idea how long it lasted, it could have been hours or it could have been seconds, but I’d never cum like that before.

I regained my senses as Dad was still tonguing my now-too-sensitive cock. He let it fall from his mouth when I shuddered and looked up at me from between my legs. It was a trip seeing this big muscled man, high school phys ed teacher, head football coach - my dad - crouched between my legs like that. It was enough to make me hard again if I hadn’t already just cum buckets down the man’s throat.

“Dad, that was -” Dad cut me off.

“Jake, I hope we didn’t cross a line.” Dad cut in, his doubts creeping back in as his sexual need was met and the alcohol started to fade.

“I loved it, Dad. I’ve wanted that for a long time.” I flashed a winning smile back at him as he got to his feet.

“Whattaya say we call it a night. We can talk things through in the morning.” Dad suggested, having glanced at the clock seeing the late - or early - hour. 

I agreed, I was drained both figuratively and literally. Exhaustion set in, it had been a long night even before the world changing information I learned and the reality altering orgasm from Dad’s oral service. The big furry man made his way out of the room. I hadn’t set up the spare bedroom yet, an extra bedroom set was out of my price range, but we’d inflated an air mattress in there for Dad earlier.

“Dad! Wait… do you want to… stay in here tonight?” I asked before he was out the door. He turned, giving a hard look while thinking it through before smiling.

“I’d like that, Son.” He said, ambling to the bed.

We didn’t talk after that. Dad cuddled up to me, the big spoon to my little. I felt secure and warm with his muscled arms wrapped around me, feeling his chest hair on my back. It didn’t take long for us to drift off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up and Dad was already out of bed. He’d made coffee and was reading the news on his iPad in the living room. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and poured myself a cup and downed some water before plopping down on the couch next to him.

“Hope I didn’t wake you.” Dad said without taking his eyes from the article he was reading.

“Not at all.” I said, my mouth dry from the mild hangover.

“Jake, about last night -” Dad put down his tablet and gave me his attention. I tried to cut him off before he backtracked on what we’d done.

“Dad, it’s ok I-” In turn, he interrupted me.

“Jake, let me talk.” Dad said firmly. “If you’d let me finish, I think you’ll be happy to know that I really enjoyed last night. I have a feeling you did too, but I wanted to check in, I am your dad. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything and I don’t want anything to sour in our relationship.” A beat passed before I realized he was done speaking.

“I feel the same way with everything. Last night was better than I could have imagined… and I’ve imagined it a lot.” Dad was wearing a t-shirt that clung to his built upper body. His worn gym shorts left little to the imagination below. “But, I also don’t want to change anything between us… except for maybe more of last night.” I ventured.

“Bring it here, big guy.” Dad said, pulling me into a hug. I enjoyed his embrace, fatherly, comforting, arousing. I felt myself chub in the gym shorts I’d thrown on, I was shirtless. As we broke the hug, Dad paused, looking me deep in the eyes, then leaned forward kissing me on the lips. His hand was on my neck, tracing down over my chest as our lips parted and our tongues danced. I groped the man through his shirt before we finally separated. “Think we have time before we meet up with the guys?” He asked hopefully, and my heart soared.

Next thing I knew, I was on my knees worshipping Dad’s massive cock. It was even bigger than I remembered it from the previous night. I licked up and down before sucking what I could. Dad pulled off his shirt, his fuzzy chest and stomach on full display. I pulled off his cock for a second.

“Dad… would you… fuck me?” I hoped that the question would bring new doubts for him, but I had to try. Dad looked surprised, he cocked an eyebrow before the ends of his lips curled up ever so slightly.

“I had you pegged for a top.” He said dryly.

“I am… usually. But for the right guy… and you… just, I - I need it.” 

“No need to beg, Son. Jock tail is my favorite and you’ve got a perfect looking ass.” Dad growled. I was getting to see him in a new light, hungry, horny. He was talking to me like I was a hookup. I needed to know more about this side of him, but first I needed him to fuck me.

Minutes later we were back in bed, I was on all fours as Dad had an index finger knuckle deep in my hole. He was skillful in the way he prodded my hole, careful to not give me too much and mindful to make it pleasurable. He quickly found my prostate, eliciting loud moans from me as I hiked my ass back onto his finger before he added another. 

“Ready?” Dad asked, his voice seemingly deeper than normal. I looked back and saw a serious expression on his face. He playfully swatted my ass. “Turn over, Champ.”

I flipped onto my back and Dad grabbed my legs, pulling them onto his big shoulders. His huge cock was already lubed. It glistened, looking more intimidating than before with prominent veins. When his cockhead kissed my hole we both shuddered.

“Goddamn you’re hot, Jake.” Dad growled. He pushed forward, breaching my hole with his thick dad-cock.

“Unnnnghhhh! Fuck!” I cried out as he sunk inches of his cock into me.

“Fucking tight jock hole, Son.” Dad cooed, gently fucking passed my ass’s resistance. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, it was like the first time all over again. Normally it was difficult for me to bottom as I didn’t do it much. But Dad was a skilled top and my sheer lust for him won out. The sharp discomfort fell away quickly as he eased into me and I opened up for him. “That’s it, Jakey, let me in.” Dad growled as his big, thick cut cock pushed in to the hilt.

We both moaned as Dad’s balls nuzzled into my taint. His hands roamed my body but his eyes never left mine. Dad started to pump in and out, taking his time, trying not to bust too early. My cock ached and throbbed as we gazed into each other’s eyes. Dad’s body flexed with each thrust. His cock stretched my hole.

The taboo and our mutual lust kept us from really going at it, as we were on the edge the entire time. Dad’s bearded face contorted as he tried to hold off his orgasm. Each time his cock slid against my prostate I was closer.

“I can’t hold it, Jake.” Dad almost whispered as I felt his cock throb. I knew he was unloading in me, the cock that made me was filling me up with his batter. Dad’s furry muscle chest heaved as his grip tightened on my legs. He gave a few uneven, jolting thrusts as his orgasm rocked his body. I grunted and growled through the pleasure, sweat beading on his muscles until he quieted down and panted to catch his breath.

As Dad regained his senses, he saw I hadn’t cum yet, so he kept his deflating cock in me. He gently rocked it back and forth, while gripping and tugging my thick, uncut jock cock to explosion. My whole body clamped down and tensed as my nuts drew up and spewed thick ropes of molten semen. It splashed all over my bare upper body, coating my sweat damp skin with sticky seminal fluid. 

Slowly, my spasming muscles relaxed and I came back to reality. My eyes focused on Dad, above me with a big goofy grin on his face. He rocked his cock back and forth one more time before sliding it out of my hole. His cock was deflating slowly, still mostly rigid and covered with lube and cum.

“That was amazing, Kiddo.” Dad said, patting my flank.

“You’re telling me.” I agreed. Then both our stomachs rumbled and we laughed.