Pornlandia

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Pornlandia, Chapter 8 By ThePhallocrat - thephallocrat@gmail.com

Later, much later, when Andrew and Cody got back from the college tour, it didn't take long before Andrew had pulled me into his bedroom for an intense one-on-one catch up.

"So," he said, voice neutral. "Did you fuck my dad?"

I could hear the dad in question out in the living room, calmly interrogating Cody on how the college tour went. I tried not to listen, and instead focused on my friend in front of me. I was trying to read his emotional state but he was ... guarded. Difficult to read. Not angry. But not pleased either. If anything, he looked tired? Once again I felt a stab of guilt that my horny subconscious animal lizard brain was putting him through all of this. I looked over at my very innocent seeming computer and wondered for the hundredth time how any of this was possible and what I was going to do about it.

"Well, did you?" he pressed. "Did you fuck him?"

I met his gaze and kept my voice calm. "No," I replied truthfully.

He blinked in surprise. Then said, "So he fucked you? Don't play semantic games, you know what I mean."

I kept eye contact and said forcefully: "We didn't fuck, Andrew."

I expected him to seem relieved. Instead, he seemed vaguely... disappointed? Confused, for sure. But there was more to it. Like that wasn't the answer he was hoping to hear at all.

"Oh," he said, "I thought for sure something happened here too."

I arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean, too? Did something happen with you?"

"This is YOUR porn world, why would nothing happen to YOU?" he vented, pacing. I took that reply as an affirmative answer to my question. My mind started whirling with speculation.

"What hap--"

"Don't ask," he interrupted. "I don't want to talk about it. It's embarrassing, especially hearing you were good and didn't do anything dirty while we were apart, now I feel like a slut."

My mouth hung open. I desperately wanted to know. But it sounded like, in order to hear the story, I'd have to put all my cards on the table. "I didn't say NOTHING happened," I confessed, turning red.

"Aha!" he whirled, pointing a finger. He was smiling now, and I was relieved to see it.

"But we didn't fuck!"

"No?" He still sounded like he didn't believe me.

"No..." I said, remembering, starting to tell him everything. "Honestly, it was weirder than that."

I'd expected to be fucked, to be honest. The minute that daddy and I were in the shower together I was mentally ready to bend over for him. I was already crafting my apology and explanation to Andrew in my head, visualizing that big daddy bear thrusting into me and groaning as he filled me with the same dick that had made Andrew. I shouldn't have been thinking about any of that, I should have been trying to imagine naked old nuns or something, because I got hard instantly. Well, I remember thinking, here's how it starts. Just a matter of time now.

But the porn surprised me. It was always doing that. Never quite giving me the fantasy I thought I wanted. If it was an expression of my deepest thoughts and desires, as Andrew and I have speculated since then, it by definition knew me better than I knew myself. And so what it kept serving up to me was not what I thought I wanted, what I would have sworn over and over to anybody who asked that I wanted, but something deeper, something more vulnerable, more embarrassing, but genuine and inescapable.

Andrew's dad didn't acknowledge my erection, not at first, and he wasn't hard himself like I'd expected (or hoped). Instead he brushed past me casually to grab the body wash and squirt a big mound of it onto his hand. And then -- and please don't judge me -- he just... proceeded to wash me? He scrubbed me down. It was erotic, of course, but not sensual. He wasn't trying to turn me on or get me off or seduce me. He was just efficiently cleaning me with expert precision, just a dad wanting to take care of his (surrogate) son. He whistled a little to himself while he did so, seeming to enjoy the effort.

He didn't shy away from sensitive spots either. He started with my back to him, letting the front of me drench in the hot water, while he scrubbed my back lower and lower. When he got to my ass, he scrubbed my cheeks with the same thorough and practical motions he'd used everywhere else, no more or less, and then shocked me by scrubbing between them and rubbing briefly against my hole. Like he wanted to make sure that part was just as clean as everywhere else. I yelped in surprise and pleasure, which made him chuckle but caused no other reaction. To be honest, I thought that was the signal, the moment the "porn" would start and he'd start fingering me and maybe rim me for a while before pounding me right in the shower. I was so certain it was going to happen, and while I felt a little bad for breaking my promise to Andrew I was really looking forward to it.

But that's not what happened. No, he just moved on, scrubbing the back of my legs. When he was done, he indicated with just a tap that he wanted me to turn around so he could scrub the other side. As you can imagine, by that point I was hard as a rock, my dick pointing practically straight up at the ceiling and dripping like a faucet, so I was a little hesitant to turn around and face him. He didn't take no for an answer though, just tapped me again more forcefully and basically turned me around himself. I was biting my lower lip shyly as my gigantic erection came into view, feeling like a little kid around this gentle beast of a man. And once again I thought the moment had come when the sex would begin.

But he just got to scrubbing, starting with my neck and chest. He even raised each arm to scrub my armpits. I just stood there in awe, watching him be so focused on his task, feeling his care and love in each scrub. I sorta wanted to cry.

"Does that mean you did cry?" Andrew asked, eyes narrowed, when I got to that part of the story.

"Yes," I admitted, sheepish. "A little bit, yet."

"You are such a nerd," he said, but in an affectionate kind of way. He seemed touched by the story thus far. "What happened next?"

Eventually, Andrew's dad was finished scrubbing my chest and belly and had reached my pubes and groin. Now it was absolutely impossible to ignore the elephant in the room, the elephant being my large erection -- larger than ever the longer I stayed in the porn world. It seemed bigger every time I looked at it. He made eye contact with me for the first time since the shower had begun, winked impishly, then started scrubbing my cock and balls. He wasn't exactly trying to pleasure me or get me off, but he definitely knew full well I was enjoying it in that way.

"Damn," he said, squeezing my dick appreciatively. "That's a big one. Cody will love it. Might be too big for some things, though. Not sure anybody, man or woman, could take this monster inside them."

"Andrew handles it just fine," I heard myself say.

"YOU SAID THAT TO MY DAD?" Andrew interjected, stopping my story. He was beet red.

"I was trying to be cool and playful! To banter! I didn't know what to say, I was way in over my head."

"So you just decided to tell my dad we have fucked??"

"Oh, yeah. About that." I realized I'd skipped the part earlier in the car when his dad had guessed Andrew and I were fucking now. Andrew was mortified to hear his dad not only knew but had figured it out without anybody telling him. But I noticed the bulge in his pants. He was turned on too.

"Well, what did he say to that?" Andrew asked eventually, when horny curiosity finally overcame mortification.

Andrew's dad had whistled, impressed. "So my Andrew is the receiver, huh?"

"We, uhh..." I cleared my throat and gathered my courage, "We take turns. I'm the receiver more often, probably."

"Huh," his dad said, in a tone like he'd just casually learned a fun and interesting fact. He was scrubbing my balls gently now.

"Sorry, is it weird if I tell you this stuff?" I blurted out, suddenly embarrassed about revealing these details.

"Not at all, though Andrew might be embarrassed if I knew I knew all this stuff."

("And I AM," Andrew added, but he was rubbing his crotch a little bit.)

"If anything it's good to know you like both," the hairy dad continued, now leaning down to scrub my legs. That put his face perilously close to my dick, I could even feel his hot breath on it, but he didn't seem to notice or mind. "I don't know which position Cody prefers, if he even knows himself at this point. If he is even ready to go that far. But it's nice to know that, if theoretically he is really craving one or the other, you are qualified to provide either."

I grinned a bit. "Qualified? I don't think there's an official certification process or anything."

He looked up at me with a chuckle. "Does Andrew like doing both with you?"

My dick twitched, remembering sex with Andrew. Being so close to it, his dad definitely saw and smirked. "Yeah," I said, "Yeah he loves it. Both."

"That's an official certification in my book! Andy boy has good taste." He stood up, finished with legs and feet. "Just one thing, though," he said, giving me a serious look.

We were belly to belly, I was covered in soap, and my dick was twitching and leaking just millimeters away from his massive swinging junk. He was smiling at me through his big beard and fixing a steely confident look at me with those gorgeous eyes and I wanted to drop to my knees and worship him really. But I just said, "Yeah?"

"If you do end up fucking my little boy with this giant," and he grabbed my dick again, playfully, giving it a teasing squeeze. "You best be gentle. I won't be pleased if you cause him any damage. Physical or otherwise. You hear what I'm saying?"

I felt thoroughly intimidated. In a hot way. I nodded. "Of course, yes sir," I assured him quickly, "But I mean, who knows if it will even happen anyway. A kid his age wouldn't be interested in an old guy like me." I was trying to reassure him, but I'll be honest. By that point, I was downplaying this idea of me and Cody because I was hoping his dad would just decide to rut me himself.

"Careful, now," the daddy growled in a very sexy rumble, "If YOU are old, what does that make me?"

"Oh, I didn't mean-- I don't think I'm old. I don't think you're old either. Just, I mean, from CODY's point of view... I mean that's how I assume most younger people see me. And I wouldn't do ANYthing unless he showed me interest first, I wouldn't dream of it. You know?" I was babbling, but Andrew's dad seemed pleased with that and gave me an affectionate little tiny slap on the cheek.

"Good boy," he said, and cliche as this sounds I nearly nutted right there just from hearing that. "Ok, rinse off and then swap me, I'm getting cold. You can hop out if you want."

But I grabbed the body wash and shook it at him. "So I can't return the favor?"

Andrew stopped me, reaching over to grab my arm. "You didn't."

"You seem shocked," I said, smiling, "You came in here thinking we FUCKED and now me offering to scrub him down with soap shocks you?"

He shook his head, laughing in confusion. "I dunno. It's more intimate somehow."

"Exactly. And that's why it played out that way, I think. If we'd just fucked in the shower, that would have been hot and all. But it would have been a lot like everything else that's been going on around here since all this started. Dick goes in butt, same old, same old. I mean thats hot and all but, I think the porn gave me something only a daddy could give me, I guess you could say."

"Please don't call my dad `daddy'" Andrew said, but he was smiling. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his obviously throbbing member. "Did he let you scrub him?"

"Of course he did."

"Oh fuck," Andrew breathed, then started jerking it. I took that as my cue to continue the story.

Daddy (and I took great pleasure calling him that now that Andrew had told me not to) had given his consent with a smile and a nod, then turned his back to me and stepped into the flow of the hot water. I did my best to reenact the gentle but efficient scrubbing I'd just received, and in the same order, but I was obviously hindered by the fact that I was extremely turned on by being able to touch every part of him. I worked down his hairy back, trying to recall and then replicate the motions and to take about the same amount of time he had spent on me.

I hesitated briefly when I got to his big bouncy bear ass, warring with myself. But my dick did the thinking and I decided it was perfectly appropriate to do every little thing to him that he had done to me. So I scrubbed his cheeks, enjoying the round bounciness of them, and then, taking a deep breath and holding it, I scrubbed between them into his crack. He was a lot hairier there than I am, so I wasn't a hundred percent sure I had touched and thus cleaned his hole, but it was hot as hell all the same and I probably lingered there a bit longer than I should have.

"Fuck, boy," he growled suddenly.

I pulled my hand back as though it was burned, heart pounding. "I'm sorry--"

"No, hell, don't be sorry," he said, laughing and smiling at me over his shoulder. "Nobody but me has touched down there in an age, was just intense is all."

"Intense in a good way?"

He didn't answer verbally, just smirked and turned to the side to show he was half-hard. And once again I really thought the sex was about to start then, but he just turned his back again like I was supposed to continue.

I thought about going back to scrubbing his ass. I thought about diving into that hairy ass face first and exploring with my tongue. But I didn't.

"Why didn't you?" Andrew asked, still idly rubbing his dick as he listened.

"I dunno, it didn't seem right? Not after how sweet he had been to me. I just wanted to... return the favor more than anything. In the same way he'd done it for me. And I knew it was all porn but like... I dunno I was still waiting for some signal from him that he wanted that and I wasn't getting it. I wasn't getting `lets fuck' signals. I was getting..."

"What?"

"No, never mind. It's embarrassing. Let's just say he made me feel good without having to involve sex."

"No, what signals were you getting?" And if Andrew hadn't been so obviously horny in the way he asked, I probably wouldn't have answered. But when he gets hot and horny like that I could never deny him anything.

I looked away. "I dunno. Like... I completely love and accept every part of you. Without any shame or embarrassment. Kind of vibes. If that makes sense."

Andrew stopped masturbating briefly. "Awwwwww."

"If your dad can give that energy to Cody, I promise he's gonna be just fine." I said, pushing past my uncomfortable raw emotions.

Andrew started jerking off again, faster. "Cody needs a lot of things. We'll get to him. Finish your story."

"Ok," I said, moving closer to my friend. I reached my hand into his open fly and started playing with his balls and taint while I continued.

After scrubbing Daddy's legs and admiring his butt from inches away, I stood and indicated he should turn around. I was hoping he was fully hard at this point, but he wasn't, though his dick was definitely kind of engorged, a little stiff, and his balls were hanging even lower due to the heat of the steamy shower. I tried not to look at that, thought, and focused on his chest and arms like he'd done for me. He sort of had manboobs, or the beginnings of some, and even though that wasn't something I'd ever particularly found hot before they really really suited his whole daddy bear vibe and I found myself enjoying scrubbing them. Is that kind of like how straight guys like female breasts?

"Not really," Andrew commented, still working his dick.

"No?"

"Don't make me compare my dad's manboobs with a hot chick's rack, ok?" he said, but though he sounded annoyed his leaking dick was telling a different story.

With the chest finished, I really enjoyed lifting the dad's arms and scrubbing his hairy armpits, and I especially liked the way he was looking at me while I did all of this. A kind of affectionate, pleased, proud smirk. I was eating it up, really. After the pits were clean -- god I wanted to bury my face in them and sniff --

"Gross," Andrew said, but when I raised my own arm in response to that he eagerly leaned in and took a deep inhalation of my pit, reenacting the scene. He started jerking even faster.

After the pits were clean, I enjoyed washing his beer belly and hairy belly button. I guess it tickled a little, because he chuckled while I did it and I felt that vibration in his gut. And then we had arrived at his crotch. I paused and without thinking looked shyly up at his face, wondering how to proceed.

He still had that dreamy smirk on his face. "Well, go on, finish the job," he said.

So I washed his junk, taking his big dick between my hands and lathering it up with soap. Scrubbing his balls and taint and rubbing the soap into his pubic hair and every crevice. He sighed softly, and I felt his dick stiffening a little bit. When I realized he was getting hard, I paused. His shaft was in one hand, his balls in another. God his dick was big, I began to think that when it was fully erect I wouldn't even be able to wrap my hand fully around it. Frozen there, knowing I was turning him on, wanting to do more, I looked up at him again.

The same smirk, though his face was a bit redder and his breath a little more shallow. "Now the legs," he said authoritatively. It wasn't what I had expected, and I was vaguely disappointed, but I was so eager to please him at that point that I eagerly jumped to scrubbing his legs as ordered. His big beefy thighs were a pretty great consolation prize if I couldn't touch the junk anymore. I was eye level with his groin at this point and I could smell it, even through the soap.

"What did it smell like," Andrew interrupted again, breathy, jerking fast. "What did my dad's dick smell like?" He seemed shocked by the words coming out of his mouth, but the need in his voice was obvious and urgent.

"Sweaty. Musky. Masculine. Earthy. A little bit like piss, and a little bit like dirt. But mostly like a locker room after practice when everybody is tired and sweaty and in a really good mood."

"Fuuuuck, dude," he said, and I felt his balls tightening up. "And you didn't suck his dick? Nothing happened? Really?

Andrew was close to cumming. I knew the signs by then. And it was clear he was hoping to hear more dirty things I had done with his father. "Now, Andrew," I said into his ear, still playing with his balls, "You made me promise I wouldn't do anything of the sort."

"Fuck!" he said, genuinely frustrated, like he wanted so badly to shoot but couldn't quite get there. And realizing it was his own fault.

"No, I didn't suck him or touch his junk again after that," I said, watching Andrew's shoulders sag and his jerking arm slow down. "But," I added after a moment. "I did watch him jerk off."

"You WHAT?" Andrew gasped, then immediately picked up speed again on his cock. "Oh fuck, tell me."

After I'd scrubbed him down thoroughly, finishing with his big feet, he'd thanked me genuinely and rinsed off in the shower. I noticed he was still semi-hard from when I'd washed him there, and noticed too that while rinsing off he was touching himself there a lot. I thought of how I could offer my services in some way down there, but every line I thought of sounded lame in my head. Before, in the porn, I'd often known exactly what to say, or had just taken the plunge and went for it when I saw the opportunity and even the lame things I blurted out always seemed to work. That's how it had happened with Andrew at first, and of course with Braden, and not to mention the UPS guy. But somehow I felt totally out of my element here.

But that was part of the fantasy, I guess. Around him, I was just a kid. Of course I didn't know what to say. He was in charge. And I waited for him to initiate and tell me what to do. So I was kind of heartbroken when what he said was: "Ok, hop on out, I need a little alone time in here I think." He shook his hardening penis at me with good humor.

I had been right that he was horny and wanted to jerk off. I had been wrong in thinking he wanted me involved in some way. "Oh, right." I said. The disappointment in my voice was obvious. "Of course."

I climbed out of the shower unsteadily, like I was in a dream, and grabbed a towel. I started to close the shower curtain behind me but found I could not. It was stuck on something. When I turned to see what it was, I saw that it wasn't stuck at all, Andrew's dad was holding it open with one hand, the other hand rubbing his dick. He shook his head at me, indicating to me to leave it open. Swallowing hard, I turned to leave.

"Do me a favor and don't open that door quite yet," he said, super casually despite the fact he was fully hard now and jerking off in earnest. "The steam feels nice and I don't want it all getting out. I'll be done here in a minute."

"Uhhh, sure of course," I said. Then just kind of stood there awkwardly holding my towel, not even using it, dripping all over the bathroom floor, as I watched him masturbate. He had his eyes closed now, putting his face into the water often, then turning now and then to let it run down his ass. What he was imagining as he worked his huge daddy dick I could only guess, though I wanted desperately to know. I was touching myself a little bit, of course, as it was really hot to watch.

Though at one point he opened his eyes and saw me rubbing myself and shook his head with that same smirk, "Save it for one of my boys," he said with a touch of pride. It was clear he knew perfectly well he was showing off for me and was enjoying it. "I'm going to shoot soon anyway."

"Wow, already?," I said, surprised.

"Heh, it's been a while since I've had the opportunity," he replied, "What, you think just because I'm getting older I can't jizz quickly when I need to?"

I shrugged awkwardly. "Should I go or..." I gulped, caught my breath, then pushed out: "Can I watch you cum?" I said it in basically a whisper.

He looked at me with that same steely stare. "Would you like to watch me cum?"

I felt myself nodding. "Yes, please. Yes, sir."

"So polite," he said, closing his eyes again and getting back to work. I thought was going to go back to fully ignoring me, but then he suddenly said, "Ask me again."

A lump in my throat, I said, "Can I please watch you cum? Please?"

"Tell me you want me to shoot."

"I really really wanna see you shoot, sir." I begged, extremely sincerely.

"How badly," he prompted. Eyes still closed, jerking very fast now, his fist a blur.

"As badly as I have ever wanted anything," I blurted out, "I need to see it. I need to see you jizz. It would mean so much to me. Please." These words were just tumbling out without me having time to think about them. But I meant it completely.

"Good boy," he said with a grunt, then: "Just for you."

Then he started growling like he was a literal bear, snorting through his nostrils, as ropes of thick cum shot out of his dick and all over the tub. He threw his head back into the water and let out a belly growl that dissolved in a jolly laughter as he came down from his orgasmic high.

"Oh fuck," said Andrew, listening to this description. Hearing me talking about his dad ejaculating sent him over the edge and he started pumping a load out onto my bedroom floor. He was trying with great effort not to be too loud since his dad and brother were right on the other side of the door but I could tell he wanted to scream. Well, it didn't help I'd slipped a finger up his hole the moment I realized he'd crossed the point of no return. "Dude," he said, after a long orgasm that had just kept going. "That's so fucking hot. Why is that so hot?"

I nodded, beaming with satisfaction. "It was hot. Very hot. But see? I wasn't lying. We didn't fuck."

He nodded, catching his breath, looking down at his load on the ground in disbelief. "Aw man," he said, "Wish that had been in your ass instead."

"I know, I know. Soon though?"

"Absolutely," he grinned. "Count on it. I just got so carried away hearing that. It was like the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life. My dad jerking off in a shower. Why was that so hot?"

I threw up my hands. "It would take a psychiatric degree to unpack all the reasons why, dude, let's not analyze it right now and just enjoy it! Okay?"

"Okay."

"Now your turn."

Andrew looked panicked all the sudden. "Wha.. what?"

"You know what. Spill the beans." I crossed my arms. "Did you fuck Cody?"

"What? No!" he protested. "I did not fuck my little brother. God!"

"So... he fucked you then? Don't play semantic games, Andrew, you know what I mean." Good god I loved throwing his own words back in his face. Almost as good as an orgasm, honestly.

He did not look amused. "No, we did not fuck each other at all."

"Then what happened? I know something did."

"He... might have watched me..."

"Watched you....? What? Jerk off?"

Andrew shook his head, trying to force the words out. "No. Worse."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Andrew, grow a pair --" I squeezed his exposed balls for emphasis -- "and just tell me, what secrets can we possibly have from each other NOW?"

"He might have watched me shoot a load down somebody's throat!" Andrew said in a rush.

I eyed him, calculating. "Might have?" I pressed. "And `somebody'?"

Andrew took a deep breath and seemed to press his feet into the ground, stabilizing himself to let it all out. "I'm pretty sure he watched me cum down the throat of one of the other guys on his college tour."

"WHAT?" My mouth hung open. I genuinely hadn't expected that. "Like one of the prospective students?"

Andrew nodded, looking ashamed, running a hand through his hair. "For fuck's sake, he was basically a kid." He hadn't noticed there was still some semen on his hand that had just gone through his hair.

"Oh, he's legal," I said with a hand wave, snickering at his cummy hair.

"Barely!" my friend protested, "I cannot fucking believe what happened."

I was dying to know more. "He must have been really hot if he seduced you, then," I prompted.

Andrew snarled. "He was an annoying little brat, is what he was, he got more than he deserved and better have fucking learned his lesson." The ferocity of it scared us both.

After a moment of silence, he looked at my wide-eyed face and sighed. "God, just... just sit down. I'll tell you the whole story."

I practically leapt onto the bed, wishing I had a bowl of popcorn. I could not wait to hear this one.