Son for Dads

“It was good,” he flashed a smile, melting me as always. “You should join me sometime. I’m gonna take another ride out tomorrow morning. You can ride my spare Schwinn.”

“I dunno,” I shrugged.

“Some fresh air will do you some good,” Ivan persisted. “You can’t keep moping around the house. Your mother and I are worried about you.”

“I’m fine—I just need some time to—”

“You’re not fine,” he cut me off. “It’s been a month since Carter dumped you. You’ve got to get on with your life.”

“I know,” I whined petulantly. “But I don’t think a bike ride through the woods is gonna help me to—”

“Your coming with me tomorrow. And that’s final,” Ivan insisted. He wasn’t my dad, but he sure acted like it since moving in with my mom and me.

“But I don’t have—you know—one of those things,” I gestured to his singlet, my eyes traveling luridly over his incredible body.

“Athletic shorts and a t-shirt is all you need. Something moisture wicking,” he advised. “We’ll head out at 7 am—sharp.”

I knew that Ivan meant well, that he was just trying to help. The truth was that I was indeed struggling. My ex-boyfriend Carter had been my whole world. But when I found out he was fucking half of my friends behind my back, I went ballistic.

I was willing to forgive him—to work it out together. Yet Carter was unapologetic. He liked spreading his seed all over town—it fed his insatiable ego. And when I wouldn’t agree to abide by that, he dumped me.

“You’re gonna love this trail,” Ivan informed me early the next morning before we set out, his muscular body stuffed into his riding singlet, his huge cock straining against the thin lycra fabric. “It runs into the state park, and there are lots of great vistas, and no one around for miles.”

“Sounds great,” I forced a smile, wishing I could crawl back into bed.

Ivan was right. The trail was beautiful. Wooded and secluded, it felt like we were alone in the world. Though most of the early ride was a rigorous uphill climb, my calves aching, we kept a steady pace and stopped at several vistas.

The views were absolutely breathtaking, with verdant valleys and snow-capped mountains in the distance. The air was cool and fresh, a balm for the lungs. I could begin to feel all thoughts of Carter draining away.

“Whew, it’s warming up,” Ivan pulled down the top of his singlet, exposing his deliciously hairy chest to me once more as we stopped to gulp down some water. The sun had risen higher in the sky. “I’m thinking we lunch soon. I’m starving.”

Ivan chose a picnic table that overlooked Mount Blenheim in the distance for our lunch spot. He had packed a simple lunch of cheese and fruit with some crusty bread, and a couple of Mom’s fudge brownies, which we devoured ravenously. I ate with my eyes fixated on his muscular body, sweat matting his hairy chest.

“This ride has been amazing,” I exhaled, breaking my lurid gaze and rising from the picnic table to look out over the valley below as Ivan joined me. “I can’t think of anything that could make this day better.”

“I can think of something,” came Ivan’s breath at my ear, hot and expectant. His hairy body was soon pressed into me, his hand slipping down the back of my athletic shorts.

“What—what’s happening?” I turned around in shock, his hard cock bulging against his singlet, the purple tip peaking out where he had pulled it down to his waist.

“You need some dick,” he announced with authority. “It’s the only thing that’s going to get you over Carter. And so—I’m giving you my cock.”

“But—but Mom?” I protested.

“Your mom?” he laughed. “Shit. She knows about my past.”

“Your past?”

“Yeah. Let’s just say I’ve never been the type to discriminate when it comes to sex. I like it all—girls, guys, trans, non-binary. Life is a buffet, and I like to enjoy it. And, not to brag, but I’ve got a pretty big dick—one that should be shared openly with others.”

“And Mom is cool with that?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Your mom is no puritan. She’s munched on some carpet in her day—scissor fucked a few girls in college from what she’s told me. And you know we met at a swingers club, right?”

“Jesus,” I cringed. “I don’t need to know all that.”

“I’m sorry—TMI,” he shrugged unabashedly. “My point is that you need to get out of your head and live a little—and get fucking laid.”

Ivan then spun me around, facing him. His tongue was soon down my throat, his lips locked on mine.

“I love kissing,” he moaned. “And you taste so fucking good.”

My hands began to explore his body, the forest of hair on his chest, his hard nips, the whorls of fur on his treasure trail. I was soon gripping his cock, freeing it from his singlet, the lycra fabric resting below his huge balls.

Christ, he was hung. Way bigger than Carter or any of the other guys I’d been with. Ivan’s cock was easily north of nine inches. Thick with a prominent vein running up the middle, his shaft was broader than my wrist. I wanted his big cock in me, though I knew it was going to destroy me.

“Fuck me,” I begged, his lips on my neck, his tongue at the base of my throat. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Wordlessly, Ivan scoped me up in his muscular arms and carried me to the picnic table. Placing me atop the table, my ass seated at one end, he pulled off my shoes and yanked off my shorts, my ass bare to the world.

Pushing me flat on the table, he raised my ass. With my legs resting on his shoulders, Ivan’s tongue dove into my hole, licking and sucking the puckered folds of my man cunt.

“Jesus Christ,” I gasped, my body writhing. “That’s incredible. It feels so fucking good.”

“Haven’t you ever been rimmed?” Ivan asked, aghast, his chin wet with saliva.

“No,” I replied embarrassingly. “Carter wouldn’t ever try.”

“Well, I could eat you out for days,” Ivan smiled devilishly, giving my hole one last lick. “But I’ve got other plans.”

Pushing my legs to my chest, the rounded tip of his cock found my wet hole. Ivan then shoved into me with one deep thrust.

“FUCK,” I cried out. “You didn’t warn me.”

“Taking a cock this big is like jumping into cold water,” Ivan advised. “It’s best to take the plunge all at once.”

In that spirit, Ivan gave me no time to adjust to his huge cock inside me, his massive girth splitting my hole in two. I gripped either side of the table under me as Ivan pummeled my hole, drilling me at a frantic pace.

“I love fucking ass,” he growled, his hairy abs rubbing against my cock with each thrust that he delivered into my guts. “No offense to your mother, but your tight ass puts her pussy to shame.”

I could barely breathe in that moment, let alone speak. But if I could have found my voice, I would have told him that his big cock put all of my other hookups to shame—Carter included.

With each thrust inside me, it felt like Ivan was fucking all the painful memories of Carter right out of my brain. Staring up at the robin’s egg sky above me, white clouds traversing the heavens as Ivan pounded away in my hole, I felt a sense of peace—of absolute release. Ivan was about to experience a different type of release.

“Fuck,” he declared hurriedly. “I’m about to bust already. Your tight cunt is just too fucking good.”

“Breed me,” I begged, my sphincter gripping his cock from within, milking him. “Fucking seed my hole.”

“SHIT—Here it comes—FUCK,” he growled, his body quaking as his cock erupted, spewing his seed into my void. I could feel each throb, each pulse, of his swollen cock as his thick load warmed me from within.

His balls satisfied, Ivan pulled out rapidly. A rush of air and cum escaped my gaping hole.

“Oops—I just littered,” he laughed, eyeing his pearly cum as it puddled onto the picnic table. “Don’t tell the park ranger.”

“Shit,” I exclaimed, scrambling for my clothes, suddenly aware that we had fucked openly in a state park. “The ranger could have busted us.”

“Relax,” Ivan assured me. “I know the ranger, and that old pervert would have likely popped open a beer from the cooler in his truck and watched us.”

I felt relief, until another panicked thought entered my mind. “You’re not—you’re not gonna tell my mom that we fucked, right?”

“Nah—of course not,” Ivan winked. “Your mom is pretty cool about letting me stick my dick wherever I want, but I don’t think she wants me sticking my dick in you.”

We soon mounted our bikes, Ivan’s massive load squished between my ass cheeks, and made our way back down the trail. To my delight, we stopped along the way for Ivan to pound another load into my ass up against a tree, the bark scratching my hands as I held on for dear life.

We stopped one more time just before sunset, my legs spread wide in the middle of a grassy meadow, staring up at a pink and purple sky as Ivan bred my used hole. His thirst for sex was unquenchable.

It was late evening by the time we got home, Mom waiting for us at the dinner table. Her lasagna was getting cold.

“It’s about time you two got home,” she said cooly as we sat down at the table, forgoing showers lest we incur her wrath. “I tried to text, but got no response.”

“Sorry, babe,” Ivan apologized, swallowing a tepid bite of lasagna, the cheese congealed. “You know how cell service is up there.”

“I was thinking you and I could spend the day together tomorrow,” Mom turned to me, her demeanor suddenly brighter. “Maybe go to the mall, do some shopping, have lunch at that little bistro with the French onion soup you love so much?”

“Umm—Ivan and I have already planned on taking another ride up into the mountains tomorrow,” I demurred, unable to look her in the eye.

“Is that so?” Mom fixed Ivan with a knowing, icy stare as he shrugged unapologetically. “Well, I wouldn’t want you boys to miss out on your ride—and whatever it is that you two do up there.”

“Is everyone this friendly around here?” I asked myself as I looked at this hunk and his muscular, exposed torso. “I appreciate the help, Mr….. ?”

“Call me Hank. Now hop on the back. So do you want to go to the gas station, or to the motel first?” he asked.

With that body glistening in the hot sun, my answer was easy. “The motel.” I replied.

He smiled as he put on his gloves.

It was a side of him only you got to see. Only you had the privilege of getting to know the secret him, the him that was hidden under all the expectations society had on him. You weren’t even suppose to find out but you always loved the way he smelled and you had noticed the Smokey smell of leather and cigars early on as a child but said nothing.

“Shit . . . I’m sorry, Mr. Flannigan,” I stammered, pretending to cover my eyes, yet covertly stealing a look at his big, floppy cock resting upon his hairy thigh. “Peter said you were working late. I didn’t realize you were home.”

“No worries,” he replied. “It was a rough day at the office. Thought I’d unwind with some porn.”

“Uh—cool,” I replied, still trying to ignore the elephant in the room—his big dick. “Well, I was just getting a beer from the fridge.”

“You want some scotch instead?” he asked reaching for an open bottle on the coffee table and taking a swig straight from it.

“Thanks, but I’m not so big on the hard stuff,” I shrugged continuing into the kitchen.

“You college boys,” he accused with a laugh as I returned with a can of Budweiser, “all you drink is beer. This scotch here will put some hair on your chest.”

“Is that why you’re so hairy, Mr Flannigan?” I teased, my eyes traveling up and down his body.

“You better fuckin’ believe it,” he winked, fondling his furry chest slowly for my benefit. “And you can call me Mike. You’re a man now, so you can drop the mister shit.”

“Okay—uh—Mike,” I replied awkwardly. But he ignored me, his eyes returning to the bitch on the screen who was sucking some hairy guy’s huge dick while getting her pussy railed from behind by a muscled, tatted guy. I started to head back upstairs.

“Wait,” Mike called to me, his eyes traveling towards the stairs. “Where’s Peter?”

“He’s asleep” I replied. “We shot some hoops down at the park after dinner, and then he fell asleep playing video games upstairs when we got home. Peter said I could crash here tonight. Is that cool?”

“Definitely,” Mike answered. “You and Peter are best buds. You’re always welcome to stay here.”

“Uh—thanks,” I replied, moving toward the stairs again.

“Wait,” Mike called out once more, his eyes appraising me. “Since Peter is asleep . . . you wanna hang down here with me? Maybe watch some porn together?”

Jesus Christ, I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I had been attracted to Peter’s dad since, well, puberty. And it didn’t help that Mike Flannigan was known for being unable to keep his dick in his pants.

Peter and I were in high school when his parents divorced. His mom had come home from work early one day and caught Mike banging their cleaning lady up against the kitchen counter. After the divorce, it was rumored that Mike was slipping it to several desperate housewives in the neighborhood. But could I really be his next target?

“Well?” Mike prompted, interrupting my thoughts, his cock growing hard in his right hand. “You wanna watch some porn with me or not?”

“Uh—sure,” I agreed, trying not to appear overly eager as I sat on the couch next to Mike and placed my beer on the coffee table. “You want me to get undressed?”

“Duh,” Mike laughed. “How the hell are you going to jack with me if you don’t drop them shorts?”

“Right,” I laughed nervously as I pulled off my shirt and slid off my shorts.

“Nice,” Mike exclaimed, upon getting a look at my hard cock. But before I could react, he leaned over and took my dick down his throat. Was this really happening?

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my head rolling back as Mike locked his lips around the base of my cock, his tongue massaging my shaft. “I—I didn’t know you sucked dick.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Mike winked, releasing my cock. “Don’t you and Peter fuck around like this when I’m not home?”

“No—no,” I stammered. “I’ve actually never played with another guy.”

“What?” Mike replied incredulously. “I loved playing around with my buds when I was your age. Shit, buds are supposed to help each other out. You wanna help me out?” he then asked pulling my head down to his crotch.

I was soon gagging on his eight-incher as Mike held me down on it, his hand pressed firmly at the back of my head. “Yeah, choke on this big dick,” he growled. “Get it good and wet.”

His hand traveled to my ass while I proceeded to suck him, his finger finding my puckered hole. Pushing it inside me, he began to finger me, teasing my sphincter as he prepared me for what was to come next—his big dick.

“That’s good enough,” he announced, raising my head from his crotch and forcing his tongue down my throat, tasting himself on me. “Time for you to ride this big dick.”

Dutifully, I climbed on his lap, my skinny legs straddling his muscular thighs. “You feel that?” asked Mike, the tip of his cock pressed against my hole. I nodded in affirmation. “Good,” Mike smiled. “All you gotta do is sit on it.”

“Okay,” I nodded, baring down on his cock. I could feel the fullness of his cockhead as it breached my sphincter. “Ouch . . . FUCK,” I cried out in pain. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Nonsense,” Mike insisted. “Men have been taking cock since the ancient Greeks. You can do this. You just need a little help.”

His hands moving to my hips, Mike grabbed me and forced me down onto his cock. “FUCK,” I screamed as his cock impaled my depths in one, swift move. Instantly, his balls were mashed against my hole—and I was no longer a virgin.

“I just popped your cherry,” Mike growled in my ear. “Time for some fun.”

I had hoped that Mike would start off slow, giving me the chance to adjust to his big dick inside of me, but that wasn’t his plan. Instantly, he proceeded to pummel my hole. The pain was unreal, a white-hot rod rammed up my ass. I closed my eyes, trying to hold back my tears. But then something amazing happened. The pain began to subside. Waves of pleasure began to break through as Mike continued his assault on my hole. I was starting to feel good. Really good. My mind turned to mush.

“You’re rock hard,” Mike announced, breaking me from my trance. “I must be getting your prostate good.”

I looked down at my cock and, sure enough, I was rock hard—the hardest I’d ever been. My cockhead was purple and throbbing, precum streaming from my slit. And then something started to happen. It began as a slow throbbing beneath my balls, but quickly began to consume me. A pressure was building, unlike anything I’d experienced when masturbating. My balls started to contract, and immediately I could feel the cum rising in my shaft. How was this possible? Neither Mike nor I had even touched my cock.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum,” I warned Mike, his big dick still working away at my tight hole.

“Yeah,” Mike growled. “Bust that nut. Let’s cum together.”

Instantly, I could feel my cock erupting, rope after rope of my thick cum flying into the air and coating Mike’s furry chest. And as my cock continued to pulse and throb, releasing my nut, I could feel a distinct throbbing within me as Mike seeded my virgin depths.

“Fuckin-A,” Mike grunted, his arms wrapped around me as he flooded my guts. From deep within, I could feel the warmth of his load as he filled my void.

“Christ, that was hot,” I panted as I collapsed forward onto Mike, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his manly shoulder. We stayed that way for several minutes, his big dick slowly going soft inside me as our breathing returned to normal.

“You’ve gotta cunt made for cock,” Mike praised as I finally pulled off him, his load gushing from my wrecked hole and streaming down the side of his shaft.

Instantly, I dropped to my knees and licked his cock clean. My tongue traveled north and then licked my load off his furry chest, not stopping until I had worked my way up to his lips. With a deep kiss, I fed our commingled loads to Mike.

“Mmm. We taste good together,” Mike smiled as we pulled apart. But before I could respond, a toilet flushed upstairs.

“Shit,” I gasped, reaching for my clothes. “Peter must be awake. I better get back up there before he comes down here looking for me.”

“You wanna come back tomorrow night?” Mike asked, pulling up his pants. “Take this cock again?”

“Yes,” I agreed eagerly. “But I thought Peter was spending the weekend with his mom?”

“He is,” Mike confirmed. “Why do you think I asked you to come back? I’d like to fuck you properly in my bed. And maybe, if you play your cards right, I’ll let you tap my furry hole in return.”

“You’re hard as a rock,” the nude model straddling me observed, my big cock pressed firmly against his tight hole. “Slide it in me,” he taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I needed the money. I could barely afford my college tuition and books. But when you tossed in beer money and trying to keep up with my fraternity brothers, I was constantly in need of cash. So when I saw a flyer posted on a bulletin board at the campus gym that advertised EASY MONEY in big letters, my interest was piqued.

The fine print on the flyer didn’t seem so bad. A local photographer was looking for male models for “athletic photos,” whatever the fuck that meant. You had to be 18 to 25. Check. You had to be attractive. Check. And you had to be muscular and fit. Check.

I called the number on the flyer, and the deal seemed legit. The photographer offered me $200 bucks for a two-hour photo session. I’d have to strip down and show my body, but my cock would never be exposed. “I do tasteful, black-and-white, nude photos,” he informed me over the phone. “I celebrate the athletic shape of the male body through my work.” I told him I was game and he invited me to his home studio the next day.

The photographer was not what I anticipated when he opened the door. I guess I expected some sissy faggot who just likes taking pictures of hot guys, but this guy didn’t seem that. He was tall and muscular. Definitely over fifty. He looked like a retired football coach. But the pink, leopard-print sofa in his living room told me he was definitely a gay dude.

“You’ve got the look I like,” the photographer said while inspecting me up and down. “Let’s get you upstairs in my studio and see what you’ve got.” Two minutes later I was upstairs and removing my clothes for him.

“Yes, you will work quite well,” he assured me. “You’ve got great definition, which shows up nicely in black and white. And I’m glad you’re a bit hairy. Too many guys your age shave their bodies. I want my men to look like men.”

Then looking down at my cock, he exclaimed, “Fuck, you’re hung. You straight?” When I nodded yes, he chuckled and said, “I bet the bitches love getting fucked by that piece of meat.” I felt certain he would also love it, so I kept my mouth shut.

The photo shoot itself was pretty easy. As the photographer promised, my cock was covered the entire time, or my body was angled so you couldn’t see my junk in the photo. He put me through a variety of poses and backdrops. “You’re a natural,” he told me. “The camera loves you.”

What I loved was the $200 bucks he handed me at the end of the session. “So when can I come back?” I asked eagerly. “Next week?”

He laughed at my eagerness and said no, that he might not need me for another month. I was disappointed and told him I needed more money.

“Well,” the photographer began with some hesitation. “I do have another project on which I’m working.” He then pulled out a portfolio containing black and white photos of guys fucking.

“Porn?” I asked incredulously. “No fucking way. I’m not doing gay porn,” I protested.

The photographer raised his hand to stop me. “It isn’t pornography,” he insisted. “This is erotica. Look closely at the photos. You can’t see if the men are actually fucking. It’s all simulated. The suggestion of sex can be more powerful than seeing the act itself.”

Real or not, I still had no interest in doing erotica or whatever the fuck he called it. It was gay porn to me. I turned to leave, saying, “No thanks.”

But before I was out the door, the photographer called out, “It pays $500 for two hours work.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “Okay. I’ll do it. But I’m NOT sticking my dick in some guy. It’s all pretend, right?”

He nodded in agreement. “Come back tomorrow. 2 pm,” he instructed. “You’ll be with Eros. $500 bucks.”

Eros was already upstairs in the studio when I arrived the next day. I was relieved to find he also looked masculine, but his sexuality was unquestionable when he got a look at my cock and said, “Damn, you’re hung. I wish you were gonna fuck me for real. Would love to have that up my ass.”

His candor embarrassed me, and I instinctively covered my cock with my hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “The photographer told me you’re straight. I’ve worked with a lot of straight models before. I promise to be on good behavior.” I was dubious, but thanked him.

The photographer soon arrived upstairs, and began to set up the shots. We began with a series of photos in which Eros simulated sucking me off. It was a little uncomfortable, as Eros had to have his face in my crotch, mere inches from my cock. Most of the photos were taken with Eros kneeling before me with my hands on his head and my head arched back as if he was giving me the best head of my life, even though Eros was really just staring at my pubes. It all seemed a bit cheesy to me, but the photographer seemed happy with the shots.

“Okay—now time for you two to fuck,” the photographer announced. My face turned white as he laughed and said, “Relax. It’s simulated fucking, remember?”

We started with some shots in which Eros was bent over a couch with me pretending to fuck him from behind. Once again, my head was arched back in faux ecstasy. My cock had to be close to his hole, but not touching. That would soon change.

The next shot required us to be on the floor with Eros straddling me. As the photographer prepped the scene, Eros grabbed some lotion from his bag and began to slather his hole and ass crack with it.

“What the fuck is that for?” I demanded.

“To prevent chafing,” he replied. “Your cock is going to be rubbing against me a lot in this next position. Trust me. You’ll thank me for the lotion.”

Sure enough, as Eros promised, my cock had to rub up against his hole in the next series of shots as we simulated intense fucking. It was unavoidable. What was also unavoidable is that I started to get hard. I had no problem staying soft when we had no contact in the earlier shots, but that had changed. And the lotion that Eros slathered all over his ass wasn’t helping things.

“Mmm,” Eros began to moan at the touch of my hard cock against his hole. “It feels to me like the straight guy is getting turned on.”

I wanted to push him off me and bolt out the door, but then I remembered the $500 bucks. I ignored Eros, focused on the money, and tried to zone out as he gyrated against my hard cock through a series of photos.

But my concentration was broken when the photographer announced he was having an issue with his camera. “Hold there guys,” the photographer ordered. “This will only take a moment, and I don’t want you guys to move and fuck up the continuity of the shots.”

I held still, but Eros didn’t. He began to grind hard against my cock, pressing his hole firmly at my cock head. And as much as I wanted to deny it, it felt fucking incredible. I’m not gay. But I dare you to find any guy who could withstand a wet, puckered hole rubbing up against his hard cock without wanting to be inside it. I wanted to be in that hole. And Eros knew it.

“You’re hard as a rock. Slide it in me,” Eros taunted. “Who cares if you’re straight? A hole is a hole.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. As he continued to grind against me, I raised my hips and allowed my big cock to penetrate his ass. Instantly discovering that his tight hole had been breached, Eros took over and began to bare down on my cock. I was soon balls deep inside him.

“Fuck,” he cried out. “Your cock is so fucking big. Damn.”

His outburst soon had the photographer’s attention. “Well, well, well,” he chuckled while licking his lips. “This just got interesting. Keep fucking him,” he directed. “I love when my work has authenticity.”

Not needing any further approval than that, I began to work Eros’s hole while he straddled me. “Kiss,” the photographer ordered, and Eros leaned forward and kissed me. I could hear the photographer’s camera clicking furiously. “Yes,” the photographer roared. “Fuck that faggot’s ass. These photos are going to be fucking awesome.”

Eros began to work in concert with me while he supported himself on his muscular legs. As I raised my hips to go deeper inside him, Eros came down hard on my cock, bobbing up and down. My balls were getting tight.

“You got enough film yet?” I called out urgently to the photographer. “Because I’m about to bust.”

The photographer nodded while calling out, “Yeah, breed that faggot. Give him your load.” I did just as I was told, and soon flooded Eros’s guts.

Eros soon collapsed upon me. We were both sweaty and sticky. He pulled off my cock, and I could feel my load washing out of his hole and covering my cock and balls. As Eros leaned down to lick me clean, the photographer kept snapping away. “I thought you didn’t like to have a cock in your photos,” I remarked.

“Yes,” he admitted. “But these last shots will be for my own spank bank.”

After we had cleaned up and dressed, the photographer handed us our cash for the session. Eros took leave, my load swimming inside him, but the photographer asked me to hang back for a minute.

“You’ve got some real talent,” the photographer complimented. “And I don’t mean just that big cock. You know how to fuck and the camera loves you.” I thanked him, but didn’t know where this was going.

“I have a colleague who produces gay porn films,” he informed me. “I could pass his number along to you.”

“No thanks,” I protested, scrunching up my face. “Fucking Eros was a one-and-done. Sure, it felt good, but I’m not gay.”

The photographer gave a twisted smile. “My boy, you don’t have to be gay to do gay porn. Half of the guys in gay porn are straight. They call it ‘gay for pay,’ you know.”

“How much does it pay?” I inquired, though I still had no interest in doing gay porn.

“Well,” he answered, “you can demand a lot of money with that big cock. Maybe $2,500 a scene.”

And that’s how I became another straight guy with a big dick who makes a living doing gay porn. A hole is a hole, after all. But don’t tell my girlfriend that.

Grandpa came to visit me and my parents for a week during the holidays. The only problem was we didn’t have a spare bedroom for him to stay in so my parents set up a second bed in my room for him. I didn’t give a fuss since it meant I may get to see my grandpa undress at some point!!

You see, even though my grandpa may be salt and peppered, he’s kept up his physique and I think he’s quite the specimen. I however have yet to see him naked, would love to see if he has a hot cock to go with his hot body.

I’m out to my parents, but never directly came out to my grandpa, it’s just never come up in a conversation especially since I didn’t know how he’d take it, so I reserved myself to the pleasant glance at his pectorals pressing through his this t-shirts and the outline of his muscular ass.

Day 2 of his stay was a huge change for me!! Grandpa stayed back at the house while I went to school and my parents went to work, but just as I was leaving school to head home I got a message on my phone from gramps…

“So I was looking for an empty place to unload my suit case today and I came across some interesting things I assume are yours.”

I started thinking to myself if he found my porn collection, or worse my box of toys. Dread was spreading across my mind and I wasn’t sure how to respond.

Hoping to play dumb I responded, “Oh? I don’t think I own anything out of the ordinary, what did you find?”

I get texted a selfie picture he took of himself in my room, naked except for wearing my sexy Good Devil underwear I keep for ‘special’ occasions. I was hard the moment the text message came up and couldn’t help thinking why grandpa was even trying them on.

Right after followed another text from him, “I really like this pair! Looks like you have some other types of underwear here too. When you get home you’re welcome to help me try on your other pairs in the drawer, and maybe even a few of these toys.

“Yeah,” Dad replied awkwardly.

“Who was she?” I asked pointedly.

“Shit,” he groaned. “You heard us?”

“I think the entire building heard you,” I chided. “She kept screaming, ‘FUCK, YOU’RE BIG,’ over and over again.”

“Yeah” he laughed. “The bitch was a screamer.”

“You still haven’t told me who she was,” I complained.

“I dunno. Just some skank I picked up at the bar around the corner after you went to bed,” he shrugged. “Big tits and an eager cunt.”

“I see,” I whispered, staring at the floor.

“Don’t be like that,” Dad scolded. “I’m grateful that you’re letting me crash here in your spare room. But it’s not my fault your mom kicked me out. I still need to get my dick wet.”

“It’s not that,” I tried to explain, unable to look my dad in the eye. “It’s none of my business if you want to chase pussy. I’m not judging. I guess I’m just a bit jealous.”

“Jealous that I got some pussy?” Dad laughed. “I’d have been happy to tag that skank with you. But the last I checked, you were into dick and not pussy.”

“No. I’m not jealous that you got some pussy,” I clarified. “I’m jealous that she got your cock.”

“Christ,” Dad exhaled. “I was worried this would happen with me staying here—that you’d want my dick. I’m not ignorant to how your mind works.”

“Not ignorant?” I questioned, noticing that his boxer briefs were tenting. “What do you mean?”

“Jesus,” Dad sighed. “This isn’t easy for me to talk about. Back when I was in the army, I used to stick my dick in any warm hole I could find, and I would fuck faggots like you. I’m sorry for using that word, I know it’s wrong, but that’s what we all called them back then.”

“Did you like fucking those guys,” I asked, “those faggots?”

“Shit,” Dad laughed, adjusting his package. “I don’t need to explain to you that ass feels fucking incredible.”

I could see precum bleeding through the thin fabric of his briefs. I had to have his cock. There was no resisting my desire. And so I grabbed at the waistband of Dad’s briefs and pulled it down as I dropped to my knees like a supplicant wanting to serve him. His thick, hairy, eight-incher nearly smacked me in the face.

“Son,” he tried to stop me. “Are you sure you want to—” But then his head rolled back as I took him down my throat, tasting the melange of dried cum and pussy juice on his cock as I reached up with one hand and massaged his hairy pecs.

“Fuck, you can suck a dick,” Dad moaned. But I was only getting started. Releasing his wet cock from my mouth, I dropped my shorts and climbed on the edge of the bed, presenting my ass for his use.

There was a moment of hesitation as Dad stood behind me, the wheels turning in his head. Would he actually fuck his own son? Any warm hole, right? But then I could feel his strong, meaty hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. His breath was upon my hole as he leaned in and spat upon it, pushing his spit inside me with one finger, readying me for his cock. And then—WHAM—Dad’s big dick was inside me.

“FUCK,” I screamed, my hole ripped in two as Dad began to pummel my hole. Instantly, I envisioned a much-younger version of my dad in the army, complete with a crew cut, fucking some young, eager faggot. And in my mind, I became that faggot.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Fuck me like those slutty faggots you used.”

Dad emitted an unintelligible grunt as his hands went to my shoulders. I could feel his hairy belly slapping against my smooth, round ass while he jackhammered the living shit out of me. I had never been fucked with such intensity. I didn’t want it to stop, but Dad’s balls had their own agenda.

“Shit,” Dad barked, his body beginning to quake. “Here it comes.” Instantly, I could feel an intense throbbing within me as Dad’s big cock released his seed and flooded my guts. His hands let go of my shoulders as his weight fell upon me, collapsing us onto the bed with Dad’s hairy, sweaty body pressed into mine.

“Damn, that was good,” Dad exhaled, pulling out and rolling off me, my used hole wet and sticky with his load. He stretched back onto the bed with his arms behind his head, his spent cock resting against his hairy thigh. I climbed between his legs and began to lick his cock clean, reveling in one last drop of cum that appeared at the tip of his cock as he went soft.

“I’m sorry I brought that skank here last night,” Dad apologized. “It was inconsiderate of me to fuck her while you were home. Maybe I should think about finding my own place, instead of sleeping in your spare room?”

“Actually, I was more thinking you might want to start sleeping in my room — sharing my bed,” I suggested. Dad’s cock was suddenly hard again. Gripping it by the base, I lowered myself onto it, and began to rock my hips as he worked himself back into my depths.

“Yeah. I like that idea,” Dad smiled, raising his hips off the bed and matching my rhythm as he began to fuck another load into me.

“Jesus. Why aren’t you in class, Calvin?” he fumbled as he jumped up from the couch and covered his junk with his boxers. 

“My class was canceled. The professor didn’t show,” I answered, trying not to stare at his muscular body.

“This—uh—this isn’t what it looks like,” he stammered, searching the living room for the rest of his clothes. I could hear the shower running upstairs. 

“Oh, come on. I wasn’t born yesterday, Mr. Finley,” I scolded. “I know you’re fucking my mom. Just admit it.”

“No—I swear to you that I’m not fucking your mom. You gotta believe me,” he begged. 

“Dude. You’re naked in our living room, there’s a bottle of lube on the couch, and it smells like sex in here,” I observed. 

“Again, Calvin,” he pleaded as the shower upstairs turned off. “It’s not what you think. I’m honestly not fucking your mom.”

“What I really don’t understand,” I continued, ignoring his blatant lies, “is how you could do this to my dad? You’re like a brother to him. How could you betray my dad by fucking his wife?”

“What were you saying about me?” asked Dad coming down the stairs, freshly showered with a towel around his waist. What the fuck?

“Jonathan, please tell your son here that I’m not fucking your wife,” Mr. Finley requested.

“Mr. Finley isn’t fucking your mom, Calvin,” Dad replied, sidling up to Mr. Finley and putting an arm around him. “Mr. Finley is fucking me. Sorry you had to find out like this, son.”

“You mean—you play with guys, too?” I asked in disbelief. 

“Yeah,” Dad laughed. “Don’t tell your mother, but you’re not the only one around here who likes dick. And Mr. Finley here has a big dick.”

“You wanna see it?” asked Mr. Finley, removing the boxers covering his crotch and releasing a cock that was the size of my arm. I gasped in shock. 

“I told you it was big,” Dad gloated as I reached out and grabbed Mr. Finley’s huge cock. “It’s a hole stretcher.”

“You want it up your ass?” Mr. Finley asked, reaching for the lube on the couch. 

“Uh huh,” I affirmed as he pushed me down on the cushions and pulled down my shorts. “Fucking give me that big cock.”

“Christ, you’re tight,” Mr. Finley exclaimed, pushing into me. “I love fucking college boy cunt.”

“FUCK,” I roared as he went balls deep and began to pummel the living shit out of me. 

“That’s it, son. Take that big fuckin’ dick,” Dad encouraged, massaging my shoulders as Mr. Finley destroyed my hole. 

“Nah—I won’t tell nobody,” I assured him. “Now get that big dick in me.”

Travis Madden had been the hottest guy at my high school. Every girl in school had a major crush on him—us closeted guys, too. But Missy Patterson had been the lucky one to lasso his heart. They dated all through senior year until she left for school at State, giving him her class ring to wear around his neck to ward off any bitch who desired him. It didn’t work.

After graduation, Travis and I got jobs on the same construction crew. Every Monday morning, the guys would press Travis for details on all the weekend pussy he was getting behind Missy’s back. From the way Travis talked, he was dipping his stick all over the county. Who could blame him? Travis was rumored to be hung like fuck. And if you’ve got a big dick—why not use it?

So I wasn’t all that shocked or surprised when Travis booty texted me at 1 am one Friday night—mistaking me for one of the many bitches in his contacts list who would spread her legs for him at a moment’s notice.

“Hey babe. You DTF tonite?” his message flashed on my phone.

I decided to ignore the text, not wanting to embarrass Travis. But he was persistent.

“Come on babe. I’m horny as fuck. I need me some pussy,” he texted not two minutes later.

Tapping out a reply to inform Travis that he had the wrong number, I was startled when my phone rang suddenly—Travis’s number coming up on the screen. I answered the call, but before I could say a word—

“Bitch—why are you ignoring my texts?” Travis demanded. “You wanna fuck tonight or not?”

“Travis, this is Mark—from work,” I explained. “You’ve been booty texting me by mistake.”

“Fuck, man,” Travis laughed drunkenly. “My bad, dude. I’m just trying to get some snatch. My balls are gonna fuckin’ pop if I don’t get me some pussy tonight.”

“You wanna come over?” I suggested flatly. “You can fuck my pussy—empty those balls in me.”

A prolonged silence followed my offer. I thought Travis had ended the call, but then I heard the muffled sounds of pussy porn playing in the background—a bitch moaning and some dude grunting at a synchronized pace.

“You—uh—you serious about this?” Travis finally asked, his voice a near whisper. “You take cock, like, up the ass?”

“Yeah—I mean, I don’t want the guys at work to know,” I admitted, “but I fucking love it up the ass. You think you might wanna fuck me?”

“Uh—yeah,” Travis agreed hesitantly. “I guess I’m down to try it.”

“Where are you now?” I asked. “You sound buzzed. You okay to drive?”

“I’m at my parents’ house. I—uh—I still live with them,” Travis shared awkwardly. “But I’m cool to drive. I’ve only had two beers.”

Ten minutes later, I could hear Travis’s truck crunching the gravel parking pad outside my apartment. I had left the door unlocked and told him I’d be prepped and ready on the bed. My ass twitched as I heard the front door opening, and then the heavy step of Travis’s boots in the hallway.

“You ain’t gonna tell nobody about this, right?” Travis asked, fumbling to remove his jeans in my darkened bedroom, the bright hallway light illuminating every ripple of his toned body. Fuck, he was beautiful.

“Nah—I won’t tell nobody,” I assured him, perching myself at the edge of the bed, presenting my hole for his use. “Now get that big dick in me.”

Turning my face towards him, I could see that Travis was already rock hard. And the rumors were true—he was hung like fuck. His cock looked to be easily north of nine inches, straight as an arrow, with a prominent vein running along one side of his thick shaft. Fuck, I wanted that cock inside me.

“You want me to wrap it?” Travis asked, his eyes scanning my bed table for a condom.

“Nah, you can raw dog me,” I directed. “And then dump your load up my ass.”

“Damn, that’s hot,” he exclaimed. “None of the bitches in this town will take it raw. Even Missy makes me wrap it—and she’s on the fuckin’ pill.”

Stepping up to the plate, Travis inserted a finger into my already-lubed hole, giving a low whistle upon discovering that my warm, wet cunt was ripe and ready for him. Withdrawing his finger, his hands went to my hips, gaining purchase as he prepared to—WHAM—his big cock was suddenly inside me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Travis exclaimed, grinding his cock inside me in a circular motion as he opened and stretched my hole.

“Push it in all the way,” I commanded. “See how far you can go.”

“Holy fuck,” he marveled, thrusting all the way inside my endless void, his balls mashed against my accommodating hole. “I’ve never been able to go balls deep in pussy.”

“I bet you’ll find my hole can do a lot more than pussy,” I winked back at him.

Taking up the challenge, Travis moved his hands to my shoulders and began to pummel my ass. Damn, the boy had some moves—alternating with deep and shallow thrusts as he began to own my ass. The whole bed shook as he pounded my cunt to a pulp. His strength was incredible. I’d never been fucked with such driving intensity.

Wrapping his arms around my torso, Travis pushed his body into mine. Missy’s class ring, hanging from the chain on his neck, was grazing my back with each thrust of his cock. I wondered what she would think if she knew her beloved boyfriend had his big dick up my ass. As Travis continued his assault on my hole, jackhammering the shit out of me, I imagined him fucking Missy with a condom, prohibited from seeding her in the way he would soon seed me—almost immediately, in fact.

As if on cue, Travis’s breathing intensified. “Fuck, dude. I’m ‘bout to bust,” he warned urgently. Bucking like a bronco, his body thrashed as his cock pulsed and released his warm load in my depths. “FUCK … SHIT,” he grunted, collapsing on top of me as his balls emptied.

We stayed that way on the bed, our sweaty bodies melded as one, until Travis finally pushed himself up, withdrawing himself from me, his cum dripping onto the sheet from my wrecked hole.

“I like your apartment,” Travis announced, sitting up and taking in my bedroom as he stroked my back. “I need to move out of my parents’ house. You think you might want a roommate?”

“Definitely,” I answered, trying to hide my excitement. “But this is a one-bedroom unit. We’d have to share the bed.”

“I see no problem in sharing a bed,” Travis replied, rolling me over onto my back as he spread my legs and pushed his big cock back inside my used, cummy hole.