Daddy, His Boy, and Me

Daddy, His Boy, and Me:

It was midway through college football season in the South. Barbecues in every backyard, SEC flags waving from every front porch. Eric and I were at a friend's house for a party during the Alabama/LSU game. Kevin and Steven had a cute little house outside of the city, and they'd invited several people we were either friends with or acquaintances. That's where we met James.

James was there with Alan--they had been casually dating for a few weeks, nothing serious. I got a little tipsy towards halftime, and plopped myself next to James outside around the fire pit. Alan was inside, as was Eric, but the few of us sitting around the fire pit were braving the cold in order to enjoy a few cigarettes.

Note: cigarettes, vodka, and cheap beer get me very tipsy and very handsy.

James and I really hit it off, we were both quiet, but had similar personalities. And he was gorgeous. Mid-to-late thirties, 5'10", and muscular as fuck. Throughout the entire rest of the party, we stuck with each other, innocently chatting. He exchanged numbers with Eric and I before we all departed.

A few weeks later, Eric decided to invite a few friends over for dinner--nothing as large as the football party, but just dinner and drinks with maybe five friends. I suggested we invite James, since he'd seemed very nice when we'd met. Eric texted him an invite, along with Alan, only to find or they'd stopped seeing each other. Regardless, James said he'd love to come.

On the day before our little dinner party, we found out three of our guests had to cancel; ironically, both Eric and I assumed the other would let James know about the cancelled plans. Unfortunately, neither of us got in touch with James and he showed up the night of the cancelled dinner party with a bottle of wine and no other guests.

We apologized and decided to just have a more intimate dinner with the three of us. I cooked, while Eric and James talked and had drinks in the living room. After eating, we decided to watch a movie and hang out a little longer. We were all having a great time; James was easy to talk to and before long we were joking and laughing like seasoned friends.

Going back and forth tagging each other about relationships, married life between Eric and myself, and James's recent fling with Alan. A few times, I got up to get more wine or run to the bathroom, and I'd flick James's foot or thump his ear, just in a childish, bothersome way. After the movie ended, I walked James out while Eric tidied up inside. When we got to his car, James gave me a big hug (smothering my face into his big muscular chest) and grabbed my ass and gave it a slap. I laughed and told him to drive safely and we'd have to hang out again soon.

Christmas came and went, and we didn't hear too much from James for a month or so until February, when he called me to ask about painting some artwork for him. I told him I'd love to meet and talk about it to really see what he was looking for as far as the art was concerned. He invited me over for the afternoon later that week.

When I got to his place, we chatted about this and that for a little while before he gave me a tour of the house. He was looking for abstract pieces for all of the bedrooms, but he wanted them to look cohesive. That would be easy, I told him. When we got to the Master Bedroom, he made a joke about being in that big king-sized bed all alone. I squeezed his left pec and told him I didn't believe that bullshit for a second--guys like him are never in bed for long unless they just helped their fuckbuddy into an Uber. He squeezed my ass and told me to be careful or he'd be calling me an Uber. James offered to let me do all the painting in his garage, since he would be buying all the supplies anyway, so we made plans to connect in a few weeks.

When the time came for me to start on his pieces, I drove back to his place and saw that he had his whole garage set up just for the painting: sawhorses with large canvases, drop-cloths everywhere, and supplies neatly organized--James, like me, was very OCD about keeping things organized, another reason we'd initially gotten along so well.

After about 4 hours of painting, bending over canvases and moving things around in the hot, humid garage, I was shirtless, dripping wet from the sweat, and my back was aching. James came out and offered me something to drink so I could cool off for a little while. We were sitting in his kitchen and I mentioned my back hurting, so he walked up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders.

God damn. The man knew his way around a should massage. I already mentioned how muscular James was when I met him several months earlier, but actually feeling him rub my shoulders down was further proof that he was strong as an ox. I'm not going to lie, I let out an involuntary moan or two while he was grinding his hands into my deltoids.

"OK, you're gonna need more than just your shoulders," he said. "I can feel all kinds of knots on your back, get up and go sit on my bed."

"Are you sure? I'm sweaty, and I should probably just get back to work," I said.

"Forget about working right now, you need to relax your muscles or your back is just going to fuck your back up even more and I'll be left with 12 half-finished canvases," he says as he practically lifts me up and carries me to his bedroom.

Once in his room, he instructed me to lie face down on the big bed and put my arms to my sides, as he climbed on his knees and straddled me. He began to really work the muscles on my upper back, and slowly worked his way down. It felt amazing, and he was right, I didn't need to be straining my back or else I would end up really putting myself out of commission.

About the time he got to my lower back, right around the waistline of my jeans, I felt my dick get a little chubbier. I love being touched, it's one of my biggest turn-on's. And feeling this shirtless, muscular beast's dick get a little plump behind me was turning me on even more. Again, I let out a few involuntary moans.

"Wait a second," I thought, "he's hard too?"

"Take off your pants." I jump a little when I hear him whisper into my ear, his mouth only an inch away from me.

"Nah, don't worry about it..." I start to say, but he cuts me off.

"Look, I'm giving you a massage, and I'm gonna do a good job with it. Just take your pants off so we can get you relaxed and feeling better," he says an an innocent, convincing manner.

I reluctantly get off the bed and slide my jeans down, staring at his muscular torso out of the corner of my eye. He was gorgeous. Completely shaven body, with big, toned arms, a defined six-pack, and two massive pecs that were swaying with every move he made.

Luckily, I had worn a pretty conservative pair of boxer briefs instead of my usual jock strap style. I just hoped James didn't notice the considerable bulge that was starting to appear.

"It's fine," I thought as I laid back down on the bed, "these are covering more than my swimwear typically covers."

James went right back to rubbing my back, applying a little more pressure and really working the lower muscles. Then, he started to work his way back up, and that's when I really felt him. He worked his way back up to my shoulders and at that moment, he started grinding his dick into my ass. The only thing between his prick and me was a thin layer of Reebok boxer briefs and his cutoff sweat shorts. I could tell he wasn't wearing any underwear, because his dick was moving all too freely. I was in a daze, but I absentmindedly thrust my ass up and back just slightly, magnetically drawn towards this man and his now-hard dick.

That's when he took his left hand and reached below the waistband of his shorts, pulling his cock out and tucking the waistband under his balls. Bringing his hands down on each side of me, he started grinding his dick into my barely-covered ass.

"Fuck," I moaned, now unable to hide any pretense that I wasn't enjoying this to the fullest extent. "You feel huge."

"Turn around and take a look," he said, although I was already flipping over before he'd even given me permission.

My instincts were right, it was a huge cock. It looked beautiful in his strong hands; he was gripping it at the base and slapping it on my thigh. As good as it looked in his hands, though, it would look better in mine. I reached out and touched it, squeezing the veiny, solid piece of cock meat in front of me. It felt velvety and electric all at once, and at that moment I knew I wanted him inside of me, and I figured he knew it too.

"Give it to me," I said. I was pretty sure I was drooling, and I was 100% sure my own cock was leaking. My hole twitched when I saw him get a little harder at my request.

"Good boy," he said, as he flipped me back over and pulled my ass up, getting me on my hands and knees. He parted my cheeks, leaned in and gave one long lick up the length of my crack.

"Mmm. Fuck, you have a perfect hole," he said as he dove back in to my ass and started rimming me like he hadn't eaten in days. His tongue darted in and he flicked it back and forth, circling my tight ring of muscle that was begging him for more and more. Once my hole was dripping wet, he reached around me, pulling me up by my chest, arching my back so that my ass was pushed into his cock and my back was pressed firmly against his pecs. He pinched one of my nipples and I let out a gasp as he shoved his cock into my hole.

"There ya go, thought I'd just surprise you with it," he said as I started to lean forward. He was huge, and the shock of it going in all at once without lube or condoms was unexpected, though not unwanted.

"Hold up, I wanna hold you up here," he said as he grabbed me by my chest again and pulled me back into him, arching my back and popping my ass out to meet his thrusts. He pulled his cock back a little, then pushed it in again, slower this time, letting me relax.

"Good boy," he patted my chest and his hands traced my torso as he grabbed onto my hips. "Now show daddy how much cock you can handle."

Fuck. This massive hunk of man was barreling into my hole, and he was being all "sexy daddy" too?! This was a dream come true. Of course, wanting to make "daddy" happy, I accepted the challenge. I threw my arms down into the mattress for support and started matching him, thrust for thrust, slamming my ass back into his cock. I loved the feeling of his balls slapping my smooth taint and his grip on my hips was getting harder.

"Thwack!" He slapped my ass and grunted as he picked up the pace, fucking me even harder.

"Damn boy you can take more than I figured. Eric must have quite the cock if he's trained you this well."

Oh yeah, Eric, my husband...I wonder what he's doing now. One thing's for sure, he's probably not imagining me getting fucked by our friend when I'm supposed to be doing a few commissioned paintings...

"Fuckkkkkk yes there it is!" I hear from behind me and suddenly feel volleys of hot, thick cum shooting up inside my ass. Instantly, I forget about Eric, and hearing James moaning and slamming his still-spurting cock into my hole pushes me over the edge. I reach down and give two tugs on my throbbing cock and explode.

James collapses on his back, pulling me on top of him and planting a kiss on my lips as his cock slips out of my hole.

"Good job, boy," he says as he slaps my ass and runs a finger over my now-dripping hole. "See, I told you we'd get you all relaxed. Now get back to work while I shower, Eric's gonna come over and we're gonna grill out in the back yard.

Needless to say, it was an awkward barbecue, with Eric sitting right beside me, both of us just chatting it up casually with James. Little did he know there was cum leaking out of hole, freshly deposited from this muscle stud.

A few weeks later, James and I had settled into something of a rhythm: we'd hit each other up about once a week or so, fuck like crazy, and then drink a beer or grab something to eat. Eric never suspected anything, and was just happy that I'd found a nice friend to do "normal, friend-things with." I'm sure getting barebacked on James's large oak dining table wasn't exactly what Eric meant by "normal," but I was a little caught up in the moment.

We typically screwed at James's house, but on more than one occasion, Eric left early in the morning for work, while James was sitting in his car at the entrance of our community. As soon as he would see Eric drive by, James would pull up to our place and shoot me a text: "Daddy's here, unlock the door and get in the bed." He'd fuck me senseless and we'd cum--him in my ass and me on the bed. Then I'd throw my sheets in the washer, make us a cup of coffee, and wish him well on his way to work. It was a nice arrangement.

Things got a little heavier one day when I arrived at his house for our rendezvous. I knocked on the door, but it wasn't James that answered. Instead, I was greeted by an equally impressive, though younger stud.

"Hey, I'm Alex," this new sample said.

"Um, I'm Jake. Is James...here?" I was obviously slightly confused. I wasn't looking for an orgy, just my regular Daddy to take care of my needs and send me off.

"Oh yeah," the door greeter said with a big, genuine smile, "he's my dad, he's in the garage. Come on!"

What. The. Fuck.

James had a son? How did I not know this? Was James in the closet? I mean, he was pretty masculine, but I had no idea he had a son, maybe his son had no idea his dad was gay...

"So are you like his boyfriend?" Alex said.

Well that answers my question about James being in the closet.

"Uh, no, just friends. We met last year."

"Oh cool," Alex said. "I'm just here visiting for the week, my mom wanted me to hang out with Dad before I started school at Pepperdine in the Fall."

"Wow, Pepperdine! That's pretty far away," I said, vaguely remember James mentioning he'd lived in California.

"He grew up out there with his mom," James said, opening the door from the garage just as we had reached it.

"Well I see you guys have already met, so there's no point in introducing you. Hey Alex, can you run to the store and get me some stuff for dinner tonight? Here's a list, you can take my car," James said, tossing him the keys.

As soon as Alex pulled out of the driveway, I gave James a "WTF" look as he just shrugged.

"Didn't I tell you about Alex?"

"Well, no..." I said, still a little lightheaded from how similarly gorgeous this father/son duo was.

"Don't worry, boy, you're still Daddy's favorite," he said as he reached around and under the waistband of my jeans found my hole. "Now get in the bed like you know you're supposed to do when you get to Daddy's house."

"Well, I didn't know if Daddy wanted his other son to see my special treatment," I said coyly.

"He'll be gone for 20 minutes, and I'm gonna bury my cock in your hole for every minute til he gets back," James growled.

True to his word, he fucked me hard until we heard the garage door raising. We had just cum moments before, so I wiped myself down with a towel and we were both standing in the kitchen when Alex walked in with the groceries.

"Wow, y'all got sweaty while I was gone," Alex smirked as he said it. The kid was obviously 17 or 18, and probably knew exactly what had been happening while he was gone.

"Don't be jealous, Alex," James interjected. "You have plenty of fun on your own from what your mom's told me."

I ended up staying for dinner, after Alex coaxed James a little bit. I think he was kind of happy to have someone closer to his age to talk to. Me being 24, and he was 18--as I found out over dinner--I was probably a little easier to make conversation with than just him and his dad. I found out that James had been married to Alex's mom for three years, and had attributed the divorce to marrying too young and not having enough in common. She'd always known he was bi, and that was never an issue in the marriage. Alex had always grown up knowing his dad was bi, but with his dad living down here, he never really got very close to him.

After dinner, Alex gave me his number and said we should hang out if he ends up staying longer than a week, since I was the only person he'd met during his visit so far.

"Sure thing," I said, passively assuming we probably wouldn't see each other again.

A few days later, Alex texts me, asking when I'm coming over again.

"IDK, I'm kinda busy this week, what have you and your dad been up to?"

"Not much," Alex said, "Im bored AF and im sure he is too, probably cock-blocking you two so im sorry abt that."

Well, at least Alex was aware that, yes, he was keeping me from his dad's cock, which I'd grown accustomed to having weekly.

"Nah, you're fine, lol," I said, not really knowing what to say at this point."

"So im guessing youre pretty horny since my dad hasn't had you over this week?" Alex asked. Where the fuck was this conversation going?

"I mean, I'm a guy lol," I typed, "you know how it is."

"Yeh I do." Alex sent. "So show me what my dad's been fucking 😈"

"WTF?" I replied. "What are you talking about?"

"Come on dude, I just wanna see," Alex said.

"Alex, you're straight, right? You always talk about getting with girls." I was definitely confused, although I was finding myself oddly turned on.

"I kind of just go with it, u know?" Alex said. "A mouth's a mouth, a hole's a hole. Im not picky about shit like that as long as im getting off 😜"

Well this was certainly a change in direction for me. This whole time I'd never looked at Alex as anything other than a [very] cute kid. Now here he was basically coming on to me, and I like it. I immediately started to wonder if his cock was as good as his daddy's.

"Show me what you're working with," I said, hoping to get a good bulge pic or something. Instead, I open his message to find him plowing some girl--much in the same manner his dad splits me open--and from the looks of it, his cock was just as big if not bigger.

"Fuck," I said, "how big are you?"

"7," he replied.

"Hmm," I thought, "smaller than his dad's but only by an inch. I guess it looks bigger mainly because Alex's body is smaller, he's more of a muscular, toned twink.

"Send me a pic of your hole," he demanded.

I was sweating now, and I could feel my hole twitching with nervous horniness as I opened the gallery on my phone and searched for a pic. Found one, it'll either make it or break it at this point.

[Send]

"Fuckkkkk thats so hot," Alex replied. "Damn I wish I was the guy fucking you in that pic!"

"Really? Cuz that's your dad..." I said, wondering if Alex would freak out.

"OMG no way? Damn Daddy knows what he's doing I guess," he said, obviously not too offended. "Does he fuck you like that all the time?"

"Yeah, he's one of the best I've had."

"Fuck I want to have my turn on you," Alex said.

We continued the conversation for a while, him telling me what he'd do to me, while I told him how hot of a fuck his dad was. About an hour later, I was fingering myself so hard thinking about getting fucked by James and his son. I could only imagine how hot that experience would be.

"I want to watch you two next time," Alex sent. "Make sure you come over this week before I leave. I'll text you directions of what I want you to do while Daddy's fucking your brains out."

"OK, I'll just tell him I'm keeping tabs on Eric to make sure I can get home before him, but how are you gonna watch?"

"I'll be outside the window. I'll tell Dad I'm going to the store or something. Just do what I tell you and be a good little bottom bitch," Alex said, kind of dominating me at this point, but I didn't care. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to be forced on my knees to suck James's fat cock while his son ripped into my tight hole with his own piece of fresh young meat.

A few days later, I had set up my rendezvous with James. When I got to his place, Alex greeted me at the door, shirtless.

"Dad was in the shower, but I think I just heard him shut the water off," Alex said as he stepped to the side while I walked into the foyer. "Now be a good bitch and follow my instructions," he whispered right into my ear as he reached around and ground his hand into my left ass cheek.

If I wasn't already horny just wanting James's fucking dick that I'd been missing for a little over a week, I was as hard as a rock now.

"Hey dad I'm going to the gas station and then to the mall, where are your keys?" Alex shouted down the hall.

James opened the bathroom door and leaned out, I could see his shirtless chest with droplets of water still clinging to his huge pecs; he was holding a towel in front of his dick, but I wasn't worried: I knew it would be in my mouth soon enough, and in my hole shortly after.

"They're on the counter, take your time," James said, giving me a wink as he saw me walking down the hall towards his bedroom.

"Oh I'll give you guys plenty of time!" Alex said as he grabbed the keys and headed out the garage door.

"Little fucker was on to us the minute he met you," James said to me. "Can't blame him, we're pretty obvious I guess."

"He knows his daddy is a hungry fucker and he can probably tell how badly I need your cock right now," I said, throwing his towel on the ground. I dropped to my knees and put his veiny, thick cock on my tongue, tasting his head before engulfing the whole thing.

My mouth had never felt so full. I swear James must have been extra turned on today--probably because he'd been cooped up with his fucking hot stud of a son for almost two weeks. He grabbed the sides of my face and fucked his cock into my throat until he was painfully hard and choking me. Then he bent down and started rubbing a finger around my hole.

"Fuck, boy, your hole's nice and tight for Daddy, isn't it?" He said, smiling at "his boy" on his knees sucking as much of his cock as I could. I smiled extra big and gasped as he put that finger inside my hole, knowing his cock would be replacing it soon enough.

I glanced at my phone and saw a text from Alex.

"Take him deeper, gag on it" he said.

"What's up, boy?" James asked when he saw me check my phone.

"Just checking in on Eric so he doesn't beat me home," I said convincingly.

"Oh yeah, we don't want that, do we?" James said with a smile as he shoved another finger into my hole. Truth my told, I didn't even need one finger to prepare me for his cock. My hole was hungry and I needed Daddy to feed me. Remembering Alex's instructions, I swallowed another inch of James's thick meat and kept sucking until I gagged. We went on like that for about 15 minutes: Alex texting me a short direction, and me fulfilling it.

"Get him to rim you, I wanna see Daddy tongue fuck your ass before he destroys you." I was happy to see that text, since rimming is my favorite. After letting James eat my hole for a little while, Alex sends "Now lay down, with your head at the foot of the bed, I wanna watch him fucking breed you bitch."

I jump up onto the bed and spread my hole, eagerly awaiting James's fat cock. He slaps my ass, gives it one more kiss, and then flops his cock on my hole, back and forth, until he's ready to shove it in. With one solid motion, he pushed all 8 inches into my tight hole and we both let out a sigh of relief. It had been one long week, and we needed this.

He fucked me so hard and so perfectly that I couldn't even touch my own cock for fear of cumming everywhere immediately. Looking up at him, I could see his hard nipples framing the sweat that was building up in the deep crevice between his massive, muscular pecs

"Turn over," he commanded.

I flipped over, giving me a perfect opportunity to check my phone. I see three texts from Alex:

"Fuckkk thats so hot! He loves tonguing ur hot hole doesnt he?"

"This is so hot to watch, I dont even know how you can take him fuckin you that hard."

"Let him fuck you doggy style now."

That last one made me giggle. Seems like both father and son had the same position in mind.

"Enjoying?" I barely got the message typed out and sent while James was destroying my ass from behind.

""Fuck yes! Grind back on him til you both cum," Alex replied.

Eager to please both daddy and son, I started throwing some power behind my ass, meeting James thrust for thrust. He started moaning loudly, and I knew he was getting close. I clamped my ass down and squeezed my hole as tightly as I could.

"FUCK YES BOY!" he yelled out and I could feel his thick cock pulsate inside me, filling me with more cum that I'd felt in a while. His cock swelling up even thicker inside my ass sent me over the edge, and with two quick tugs my cock was spewing everywhere.

With a slap on my ass and the suction sound of his cock leaving my hole, James hopped off the bed. He started towards the bathroom, but then turned and grabbed me by the throat, and pulled me in for a kiss.

"Next time, I want my boy's full attention, no phones allowed," he said with a smile. "Do you want to shower?"

"Nah, I'm good, I better run back home before Eric gets there," I said as I pulled up my jeans and threw on my shirt. I glanced to the window, but didn't see Alex. I guess he probably darted off to keep James from noticing.

Later that night, when I was in bed with Eric, I heard my phone go off.

"Who's that?" Eric said.

"Just an Instagram notification, I'll put my phone on Silent Mode so we can get some sleep," I said, opening up Alex's text message.

Boom. He had just sent me a hot video of his dad fucking my brains out. Recorded from right outside the bedroom window. I immediately saved it and knew I'd have to watch it in its entirety tomorrow morning.