Buddy, Buddy with my dad

“Hey, Paul.”

“Hey, Paul.”

My two best friends Gage and Heath greeted my dad as he strutted into the weight room. We were gathered around a bench press, bullshitting. I was taken aback as I didn’t know they were both on a first name basis with my dad. It’s usually “Mr. Givens” now it’s Paul?

“Hey, boys,” my dad grinned. His bright white, perfect teeth dazzled. Dad just nodded at me and said, “Zach, don’t forget, three o’clock, dentist.”

“Yeah, Dad. I remember,” I replied, slightly irritated and embarrassed that he decided to remind me in front of my friends.

“You said that last time,” dad said condescendingly while he turned and made his way across the room.

I watched him walk away with a pissed off look on my face. Lately, he’s been getting on me about shit; grades, chores, baseball. It’s like he expects me to fail at everything. Nothing is ever good enough. He wants me to live up to his own impossible standards. He’s pushing 40 and he looks like he’s 30. My buddies have a man-crush on him for sure, but I think that’s normal for younger guys like us to look up to a successful, macho, attractive, alpha male like dad.

Gage sees my look of irritation on my face and gives me a look of disappointment on his. “Dude, what’s up with you and your dad? You’re kind of a dick to him. Maybe you should cut him a break.”

I look at him with confusion. What did he just say to me? It’s none of his fucking business.

“Yeah, dude,” chimes in Heath. “You’re lucky to have a dad like Paul. I wish my dad was that cool.”

“Don’t worry about. I have my reasons. Oh, and since when are you two buddy-buddy with my dad?”

They both looked at each other with strange expressions like they just got caught with their hands in the cookie jar. “What do you mean?” Gage asked all innocent which I knew something was off. Gage was anything but innocent. Plus, I’ve known both of them long enough to know when they were blowing smoke up my ass.

“I’ve never heard you guys call my dad by his first name, that’s all,” I explained. “It’s just weird I never noticed,” I finished with a accusatory tone.

They both shrugged nonchalantly. “I dunno, he’s always here,” Gage said. “We see him a lot.”

“He told us to call him Paul,” Heath said with another shrug. “Besides I’m calling him Mr. Givens when I work out with him. That’s weird.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“We workout with him sometimes, when you’re at practice or whatever,” Gage piped in. The last part of that sentence said in haste.

“You have?” I questioned in surprise.

“Yeah. So?” Heath commented like it was normal or something for me to oblivious that he was working out with my dad.

“You’ve never mentioned it. Neither has he,” I said, obviously wanting a more detailed answer from them. It was no huge deal, but it was just random. Why wouldn’t they even mention it in casual conversation?

“I guess it never came up?” Gage replied innocently, again which put me on guard.

“Huh. Ok. It’s weird, but ok,” I said with a shrug. It was clear I wasn’t going to get a straight answer. Whatever. So, my dad would rather workout with my friends than with me. I let it go and began loading up the bar for a warm-up set.

“Your dad is jacked, dude. He knows what he’s doing,” Gage said suddenly like he was giving me another reason my dad was such an awesome guy.

“Yeah. I ask him questions all the time about nutrition, cardio, lifting,” Heath said as if dad was the know-all of fitness. I mean, he does know a lot but it’s not like he’s a personal trainer or anything. There’s plenty of other guys they could ask.

I rolled my eyes. So sick of hearing how wonderful he is. I’m the one that has to live with him. They don’t know what he’s like at home. He doesn’t abuse me or anything. He’s just not that attentive or affectionate, not supportive unless I’m winning; when you would think he would be with the fake persona he puts off in public.

What do you do when your dad is a stud? He’s always kept in shape since playing college ball. He’s one of those dads who pledged never to let himself go after marriage and kids. He’s a head-turner for sure. He’s handsome in a classic way and charismatic as shit; all that I’m ok with since I take after him in the looks department. I got his genetics. It seems everyone knows him as he is very approachable. In a way, I suppose it’s cool having a dad like him because he’s so fit, he’s more active than most dads. He’s very much into my sports but criticizes my playing because I should be as good as he was in high school and college. I just want him to be proud of me.

He’s changed a lot since he and mom got divorced. He does seem happier and content like he’s finally free or a weight that was on his shoulders, but I can’t imagine what that would be.

“He helped me hit my one-rep-max on my squat,” Gage boasted.

“Oh yeah, your dad is the squat master,” Heath interjected. He’s right. Dad definitely doesn’t miss leg day. His legs are very muscular and cut and his muscular butt is something to aspire to.

“Why do I not know this?” I asked as I shook my head.

“You’ve been pretty busy lately, dude. Baseball has been taking all your time,” Heath said.

“Yeah. When the season starts, you’re focused. Hardly see you as much,” said Gage. I get that way with sports. I get blinders on and focus on nothing but the sport. Baseball is my life right now so I guess I can be somewhat aloof.

“No biggie.” Heath assured me with a pat on my shoulder. “We get it. When wrestling season hits, I’m fucking exhausted all the time. Trying to make weight fucking sucks.”

Heath and Gage are both on the wrestling team together. The only sport we all participate together is football. Football is awesome with my best buddies. It’s the best thing I love about school.

“Ugh, it’s the worst!” Gage agreed with Heath.

“I hate that too,” I said not wanting to be left out. “You guys are on the fucking rag when you’re dieting down,” I smirked.

“Hey, if we don’t diet down, we don’t compete at the weight class we want,” Gage defended himself and his buddy.

“Plus, we look good in spandex,” Heath said with a wink and a click of his tongue. Then they both gave a fist bump. “Everyone loves a hot guy in a singlet,” he winked.

I rolled my eyes. “Gross,” I commented. Maybe I’m just jealous because I don’t get to be included in their wrestling comradery. It’s the one thing about our friendship that makes me feel left out.

During our workout, I noticed dad looking our way a few times and grinning. He usually kept to himself on the days when we were all at the gym at the same time. The strange thing was, he was grinning at Heath and Gage. They must have an inside joke or something. Today, something just seemed off. There was one instance where Gage was walking to the water fountain at the same time my dad was. I watched as my dad put his hand on Gage’s shoulder and whispered something to him that made Gage laugh. Dad squeezed Gage’s bicep and then playfully punched him on the shoulder and walked away.

“What did my dad say to you?” I asked Gage when he returned.

He looked at Heath and bit his bottom lip with a slight shrug of his muscular shoulders. After hesitating he replied, “Nothing,” he said as he picked up a plate to add to the bar.

“Well, it seemed pretty funny,” I told him. “You all have inside jokes now?”

“Yeah. I guess,” Heath said.

“He was just giving me shit,” Gage laughed it off.

“Whatever, dude. You guys are being weird today,” I said as I slid under the bar to do my set.

They were both quiet as I did my set. In fact, they were quiet for the rest of the workout.

On our way out of the gym I noticed my dad sitting on a bench next to the front doors, texting.

“See you later at home,” I said to him.

“Yep,” he responded, distracted, not even looking up at me as he texted.

Just then Heath and Gage’s phones chimed a text notification. They read them and smiled at each other. Heath texted a message. Then dad’s phone chimed a text notification. He chucked to himself and then looked up at us.

“Have fun guys,” my dad said to my buddies. “See you later. Stay out of trouble,” he said with a wink. They weren’t all texting each other, were they? No, that would be weird. What could they possibly have to text about?

Gage smirked. “When do we ever get into trouble?” he said sarcastically.

“Later, Paul,” Heath said as we turned to leave.

The next day was Saturday which meant it was a long practice day. It usually lasted four to five hours and it was always brutal. But today was cut short about 30 minutes into it because of a heavy rain. I went home mad because I love Saturday practices and hated having nothing to do. It made me anxious because I thought I needed as much practice as possible to win. I texted the guys to see what they were doing but I never heard back which was strange. Those two were glued to their phones. I usually got a response within a few seconds.

I got home and saw their cars in my driveway. This was so confusing. What the fuck was going on with these two lately? Why are they waiting at my house? Did they know practice was canceled so they came over to hang out?

I walked in the side door of the house where I park my car. I expected to hear video games but no one was in the living room. I threw my bag down on the dining room table and that’s when I heard a muffled noise. It was coming from upstairs.

I started up the stairs and I heard a loud moan along with voices. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but it seemed there were multiple voices. Ok, so they were in my room playing video games or something. But when I got to my room, no one was there. I heard a loud grunt, and someone yell out, “fuck him!” What the fuck? It was coming from my dad’s room.

I snuck to the door and peeked inside. I felt my face turn white and my heart plunge down into my stomach at what I saw. My dad and my two best friends, naked on the bed, Gage on his stomach and my dad plowing his ass and Heath standing next to the bed feeding his cock into Gage’s mouth. Gage was being spit roasted and from the looks of it, loving every minute of it. My dad’s sweaty muscular body slapping down hard into Gage’s ass. I was seeing my dad’s body from a different point of view and I was even more impressed with it than normal. He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of Gage’s thick hair and pulled his head back which brought him up on all fours. Heath’s cock came out of his mouth and Gage’s eyes became wide as a hoarse moan came from his mouth. Gage’s thick neck was veiny and red. His triceps bulged as he held himself up.

“Arch you’re fucking back, boy!” dad yelled with a smack to Gage’s ass with his other hand. Heath had a look of lust on his face as he stroked his big cock, watching his best friend get screwed.

“Fuck him, dude,” Heath growled. “Fuck his bitch ass.”

Dad fucked him harder and Gage screamed out. It looked painful but it also looked a little hot. My buddy is pretty solid, swole with thick muscle. To see him taking cock like some bitch was very shocking. Gage is the last guy I would imagine getting butt fucked. But I had to admit, seeing his ripped athletic body; sweaty, muscles bulging, his bulbous muscle ass tilted up to receive my father’s onslaught made me hot. I’ve always thought he was the most attractive of the three of us. He definitely had the best ass and clearly my dad thought so as well. My big, cocky jock, best friend was another dude’s bitch. I didn’t see that coming.

I was frozen to the spot. It was as if my body locked up and refused to move. My jaw was on the floor and my eyes probably bulged out of my head. How long has this been going on? The strange looks and comments with my dad at the gym, it all made sense now. My buddies were obviously gay or at least bi since they both had had girlfriends throughout the years. How did I not catch this? I could understand one of them being gay but BOTH?

Oh, and dad? What the fucking hell? My dad is gay? My stud dad is fucking my best friends. How did I not know that my own dad was into dudes? I felt betrayed and lied to by my best friends and my dad. I wanted to look away, but I just couldn’t. Three visions of muscular masculinity were getting off on each other’s bodies. I flash of jealousy went through my brain. Jealous of my dad that is. Wasn’t I hot enough to want to fuck? Wait. Why would I think that? Maybe dad was right; maybe I’m not even good enough to fuck. He bested me again.

Dad and Heath were verbally assaulting Gage with dirty fuck talk. They called him a bitch, cunt, whore, every demeaning name in the book. Heath seemed to take particular glee in fucking Gage’s mouth as he jammed his cock back into Gage’s mouth. Seeing Gage’s handsome face, his square jaw pried open with Heath’s thick cock was making me hot and curious. I wondered if he was any good at sucking cock. Heath reached out and high-fived dad and then pulled my dad’s head closer and kissed him. It was long and animalistic, both moaning into each other’s mouths.

It must have been good because dad sped up his fucking. He was brutally taking Gage’s ass when he called out, “I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum!”

Gage pulled off Heath’s dick and turned his head to look back at my dad. “Cum in my ass, dude! Load me up, Paul!”

I flinched in surprise at hearing Gage beg to be bred. It was just so out of character. And he asked for it like such a slut.

Dad gritted his teeth. “Yeah, boy. Gonna cum in your jock pussy. Here is comes, Gage, you fucking slut.”

Dad howled as he released into Gage’s muscular upturned ass. Dad’s hard muscular ass flexed and squeezed as he tried to inject as much cum into Gage as he could.

Heath started to moan as he stopped jacking off and inserted his cock back into Gage’s slutty mouth. “Gonna nut in your throat, fucking whore.” He grabbed a hold of Gage’s head and jammed is cock all the way in and squeezed his ass cheeks and he growled while he filled Gage’s gut with jizz. Cum oozed from Gage’s mouth as Heath flooded his mouth and throat.

“Fuck yeah!” Heath and dad exclaimed and smacked each other another high-five and laughed. They pulled their cocks out of the spent muscle jock which made Gage fall flat, out of breath on the bed.

I pulled back from the door so they wouldn’t see me. Dad gave Gage a smack on the ass before laying down beside him.

“Boy, I swear you are getting better and better every time I fuck your tight ass,” Dad said out of breath.

Heath chuckled, “No shit, dude! You’ve become such a little bitch, bro. Who fucking knew YOU would love cock in his ass?”

Gage rolled over onto his back, his cock still hard and dripping cum. “Can’t help it, dude. Just can’t get enough of Paul’s cock,” he said as he wiped cum off his chin and suck it from his fingers.

Heath smiled and said, “Damn, that’s sexy as fuck. I love it when you do that, bro.” He leaned over and stuck his tongue down our best friends’ throat. “You’re such a whore,” he laughed with a little play slap to Gage’s cheek.

“Speaking of whores, your next Heath,” dad grinned a white toothy grin at Heath.

“I know,” Heath responded as he broke away from Gage’s lips. “I don’t know if I can take as much as Gage’s slutty ass can but I’m going to try my hardest,” Heath winked.

“Give me five minutes to recover and then it’s legs up, pretty boy,” dad warned.

“Yeah! He looks like such a fucking slut with his legs up,” Gage teased but still horny as hell thinking about it. “Like some fucking girl getting it from her man.”

“You’re the bitch,” Heath taunted.

“No, you’re the bitch,” Gage shot back.

“Shut up. You’re both bitches!” Dad told them with a laugh but then became serious. “You’re both fucking hot as fuck but you’re both bitch’s and you’re mine. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” the two said in unison.

“Good boys. Heath, get me a water and when you get back prepared to be destroyed,” Dad winked at the handsome jock.

Fuck! I didn’t want them to know I was there. Before Heath left the bed, I scurried quietly down the stairs and out the side door where I entered. I listened for Heath to go back upstairs. For some reason, I entered the house again and waited until I heard fucking. I wanted to hear what Heath sounded like with a dick in his ass. He did not disappoint. He was loud and his voice was deep and masculine. I stroked my cock for a few minutes and then went to my car. Obviously, they didn’t hear me drive in, so I decided they wouldn’t hear me if I backed out and left. I needed to go away and process this. My dad was fucking my best friends in secret. How was I going to deal with this? For right now, I’m going to act like I don’t know anything until I figure out how to confront them.