Cheat Meal

This story features sex between consenting adult males, two of whom happen to be related. It is 100% fictional. Any and all similarities to people dead or alive are purely coincidental. If this is not your kink, or you are not of age in your territory, then read no further. If on the other hand you are a pervert like me then pull it out, stroke it hard and release!

Luke -- 21 5'10" 185lbs Young white twunk 6"c

Dom -- 36 6'1" 235lbs Rugged rugby muscle 9"uc

Colton -- 18 5'11" 204lbs RIPPED lifter physique

The kid, Colton, had been on my radar for well over a year. He was the definition of stunning. A hair under my own 6'1" and hovering just around 200lbs of prime teenage beef. Luke, my boyfriend of three years, had teased me relentlessly over my lust for the boy. Over how I eye fucked him each time he crossed my gaze. I took the ribbing in stride and told him it was all just good-natured fantasy. Which was true. For one when he first joined our gym he was only sixteen, even for me that was pushing it. For two though he was a straight douche bro to the EXTREME. We assumed a MAGAt based on his father, whom he was constantly with. That was part of his appeal maybe. I liked the idea of getting him under me and making him see what a real man was. What a real man could do to him. How a boy like him was built for submission. But like I said it was just all just fantasy. Untill...

"You'll never guess who is in my bio lab?" The way Luke's eyes twinkled I knew whoever it was had to be exceptionally yummy.

"The lab you should have taken freshman year? You pervin on a frosh? That's not like you son."

I chortled as I winked at my bubba but was truly surprised he was so aroused by whoever it was. My boy was very much my opposite. Where I liked things nice and young and smooth, taught and firm. He preferred things more rugged, and hairy. Rarely did a man under 30 years of age or under 220lbs even manage to get a glance from him. I walked up to him at the kitchen counter snaking my arms around his trim waist.

"Has Daddy finally rubbed off on ya kiddo?"

He ground his ample ass back now teasing my semi through my thin gym shorts.

"Daddy wishes. Been waiting for my twink breaking era haven't ya?"

"Guilty as charged son." I kissed the back of his neck, right where his simple round Eagle Scout tattoo lay.

"Also fuck you, I couldn't take this lab during lockdown freshman year. It's gonna be so frickin' tedious now. I wish I had..."

I cleared my throat to get him back on track. He was eternally the easily distracted boy I'd met just weeks after his 18th birthday.

"Sawwry Sir." He turned around in my grasp, resting his hefty globes against the counter's edge as he let his smooth palms rub through the wild hair at the small of my back. He leaned in now and brought his pink lips to my ears and whispered... "Colton."

He pulled back to catch my reaction, which at first was confused and then a rush of realization.

"As in..." I was already licking my lips. Imagine a cartoon wolf eyeing his pray.

"As in the little piece of fuckmeat you lust for." He was enjoying this as he wriggled against me.

"I do NOT!" I said in faux offence.

"Yeah? How many times have you called me his name while unloading that big bear cock in my hole Daddy?"

There had been more than a few admittedly, Luke and I loved a lewd roleplay.

Hell, we basically lived as father and son.

"And you minded so much? Imagining it was his lifting coach in those guts son?"

He blushed.

"ANYWAY, I guess he moved back over winter break. Said it was too rough being away from his fam."

"You mean his Dad."

We both laughed. We'd seen the man with Colton at the gym often. It was clear he'd been an imposing athlete at some point in his younger years. Now he stood stocky and intimidating as he yelled at his boy alongside the bodybuilding coach they'd hired sometime before the kid's first physique show. Colton appeared equally as arrogant and `alpha' as father usually did. The only exception being how the boy seemed to live for the few times a workout his father would smirk and nod his approval. The way his smile would beam then...

Fuck.

"Wait a minute. Did he share all this with the class? I know you didn't get this from his Insta or TikTok."

"Stalker!" A fake cough covered Luke's sarcasm.

I maaaaaay have kept tabs on the boy after he'd randomly popped up on my feed. The algorithm clearly had me pinned. Now he'd been added to the neat little folder of screenshots I used for inspiration from time to time, when Luke's hole was busy and I needed an extra shot of filth while stroking.

"Yes, I'm a dirty old man. You love it. My question stands."

I was transparent in my hope of what the next words would be.

Luke leered at me. Biting his lower lip to keep from laughing at my plight of curiosity and want.

"Welllll. He didn't seem to know anyone. And I didn't either. So I approached him..."

He paused to move a hand to my crotch where my thick nine inch uncut cock was quickly swelling full.

"Perv." He rolled his eyes adorably. "I approached him and said he looked familiar, and then asked if he'd be down to pair up."

His look of smug satisfaction couldn't be taught and was one of my favorite things about him. Adorable arrogance.

"That's my fucking BOY!" I growled as I parted Luke's lips open, forcing my tongue in. "He said yes I take it from all you learned."

"He did. Said he'd definitely seen my `Dad' and I around the gym."

Another involuntary growl escaped my lips. "Oh yeah? You like that Papa?"

I was on overload with this all and Luke could read it like a book.

"Was he shocked when you corrected him?"

"Who said I corrected him?"

Intriguing.

"Yeah? Son? You like him thinking I made you? Groomed you into a little stud like his dad did him?"

It was Luke's turn to harden now. His boy boner raged at my words. It had taken a year or so for him to give in to our incestuous roleplay fully. I'd been `Daddy' since the first night I seeded his pink teen cunt. But `Dad' took him some time to come around to. Now it was his biggest kink. Right alongside being a pig for my man musk.

"Shut up!"

"It's okay bubba, let him think it. I'd be proud to say you came from this cock."

I shook it at him through the thin fabric of my shorts.

"Speaking of cumming from your cock Dad..."

He pushed me back and slid to his knees. Guess he needed it as bad as I did in that moment.

"Good boy `Colton', nurse on Daddy's donkey dick..."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------It was a few weeks later when I got a rather odd text from Luke.

`Hey Dad, go do a heavy chest day without me. Don't shower. Hang out in THEE sweats ONLY `til I get back. Text me when you're done and I'll head home.'

It wasn't uncommon for either of us to tell the other to get ready to fuck when we got home. But this was different. Specific and vague all at once. Since when was my boy EVER okay missing a chest day? Made no sense. But I had learned after my 34th birthday surprise to listen and be grateful at what my boy had in store when he sent instructions like this.

"Got it bubba."

I peeped the clock. I had maybe two hours until my boy was home. Just enough time to get to the gym and back It was supposed to be a rest day so I'd been lounging in the den since finishing working on my tan poolside. One of the perks of having been in real estate in my early 20's was getting into investment properties early. Most of my income came from what I acquired along the way, in fact I rarely sold houses anymore. Just enough to keep my license active and my brokerage happy. Most days I'd work from home on property management items and be done by the time Luke was back from class, hence my lazy Friday itinerary.

I hastily readied myself for the gym, a stringer tank and some leggings that hid little of my well-muscled legs seemed like a solid choice. I skipped deodorant, I rarely wore it unless I had client meetings. Luke begged me to be natural as much as possible and now definitely seemed like a moment he wanted my natural funk at max given his order to not shower. I laughed thinking of how his little nose twitched each time it caught my scent. He was well trained to react to Daddy in all ways. Fuck. My dick was already filling with blood at the thought. I refocused, chugged my pre workout and made my way to my Range in the garage.

After an hour of tossing around some heavy iron I was soaked through my tank. My leggings clung to my quads and hammies. Giving clear view of the etched beef underneath to anyone brave enough to look. I loved the attention and would have pushed some more weight around any other time. For today though I wanted to make sure I got home in time for whatever my boy had in mind. Ending my lift with a pushup routine that killed but was well worth it I made my way from the gym to the house. Texting Lukey when I was about ten minutes out that he could head back whenever.

Back home I stood in our large master closet toweling myself dry of the residual sweat that lingered on my colossal frame. I carefully pulled my threadbare frat sweats on. `Thee sweats' as my babe referred to them. They covered everything but really just barely. The worn material had been softened and thinned over the decade and a half since my initiation. (In Hoc!) But there was no denying they were perfect to display my goods. I stood in front of the mirror wall that divided mine and Luke's sides of the space. I began flexing for myself, already riled from my lift. Hitting poses from an old routine from my brief competition days. My melon sized biceps popped as veins striated along my arms. Striking a double bi pose my heady ripe aroma hit my nose again, instantly chubbing me. My shaft and head were fully on display. Fuck as sheer as the material was one could easily make out that I was uncut, especially once I started leaking like I was at the moment. Luke would be in heat the second he saw and smelt me.

Good.

As I palmed my shaft through my sweats I heard the chime of the front door opening. Time to see what was up with my boy. But then...

Fuck maybe I had misunderstood. There was another voice, definitely someone with him. Unless that was the surprise? Wouldn't be the first time the little slut brought home some stud daddy or beefy bear he'd enticed while out. He always checked I was in the mood for it though. Something was up. As I made my way to the balcony that overlooked our entry, wearing only what I'd been told to, I finally understood. Standing next to my boy in our foyer was none other than Colton.

What did this little fucker have planned?

Before I could even think of the possibilities. He caught sight of me. His eyes lighting up when he saw I had indeed followed `orders'.

"Hey DAD! Come down here real quick. Want ya to meet someone." His voice was bright and toying. So this is how we were playing it?

I shook my head clear and immediately widened my stance and inflated my posture, showing the cut lines of my abs and Adonis belt through my hairy torso as I did. My fur covered cleavage, bulged considerably from the lift, would look impressive to anyone. But especially to a boy like Colton who knew what it took to achieve the size and cleft that I had going on. I sauntered slowly down the curved staircase. Each step purposefully tensing my muscles for effect.

The kid looked damn good.

He was sporting a variation of what was usually his gym uniform. A dark blue YoungLA oversized tee hung off his double wide shoulders. If this was indeed his gym uniform under the tee would hide some type of fitted stringer tank. He wore thick baggy light heather grey sweats that always seemed to show his ridiculously round ass off to perfection. Today he sported a backwards navy blue snap back, a rarity, over his deep golden locks. His usual Converse high tops had been substituted for some equally simple black Adidas slides. They showed off his darkly tanned feet, a beach baby like Luke no doubt. We were in Carlsbad after all. He was removing his aviator sunglasses and hanging them on his tee, his ocean blue eyes glinting as they focused on me. I was finally at the bottom landing. Smirking at both of them and raising my rough large paw out towards Colton.

"Sorry boys." Fuck, this was already getting my cock beyond piqued. "Hadn't gotten a chance to freshen up after the gym yet."

"Oh no worries sir, I know how that goes." He flashed his all too adorable himbo grin at me and took my hand. I shook it firmly. Lingering until he was almost blushing then pulled his own meaty palm back. "Colton King sir. Nice to meet you Mr. Lawson, I've seen you and Luke around the gym quite a bit. Wondered if ya lived there with your size." His deep giggle was sensual and innocent all at once. "Looks like ya had a hell of workout today." His eyes stayed on my pecs.

I was willing my bear cock to not rip through the thin layer of fabric barely succeeding to contain it. Forcing myself to stay at half-mast I flexed a bicep quickly hoping to distract myself and the two young studs standing in the foyer. I caught Luke's Cheshire grin as he took in just how engrossed I was by the fuckboy in front of me.

"Looks and smells like it I'm sure." I chuckled and pretended to wrinkle my nose. "And it's Mr. Castellano. Little Lukey here has his mom's last name." Luke rolled his eyes at my calling him little.

Colton on the other hand looked mortified at the correction, which only made me wanna on him more.

"Hey, hey, no worries son. People get it wrong all the time." His stark blue eyes looked at ease as I set my paw on his thick muscular traps. "So, what brings ya over today?"

I noticed Luke was all too happy to let Colton stumble through this all alone. He hung back just smiling and nodding as he observed the tension and enthusiasm between his lab partner and I.

"Just some classwork sir. Well lab work. We gotta come up with our own experiment to present." He was trying to avoid letting his eyes trail down my figure. He was used to massive man muscles from his coach to even other physique competitors but I somehow still seemed to be an exceptional specimen to the young man. The fact that he'd finally noticed my sweats and my snaking pipe played a part no doubt. He looked flustered not offended that was for certain.

"Gotcha, gotcha. Well I'm sure you boys will have no problem experimenting." I winked and knew I needed to leave the room ASAP. Turning towards the arched doorway that led to the breakfast nook, I looked back. "Son can you help me in the kitchen, Colton why don't you head to the den. Just go straight back." I pointed to the rear of the house as I hastily made my way out of the room. My fervent tent now stretching the limits of what theses pants, that were damn near Colton's age, could take.

I barely rounded the corner into the other room before I had my hand down my sweats. FUUUCK was I leaking. I rested against the wall with a thud. Steadying my breath as I heard Luke tell Colton he'd be right in. He rounded the corner and saw the state I was in and burst out laughing.

"Wow, too much for ya `Dad'?" He whispered rubbing his smooth cheek against my scruff and stubble.

I glared at him. Unsure if I'd never been prouder or if I wanted to pummel him. Or maybe rape him right there on the marble of the island as Colton listened from the other room?

"Maybe it's not enough kid. Fuck. What's the game here bubba?"

"No game. We had to work on some shit and I figured here was better than the library. Figured you wouldn't mind..." He batted his long lashes at me.

"Don't mind at all. Just have to manage not to fucking mount the poor kid." My hand stroked my cock slowly in its confines. "So he still thinks I'm `Dad' huh?"

"I was gonna correct it but he started saying it was awesome to see us both so into lifting, together. Seemed sad his dad is more only a coach and not a partner." He wiggled his brows suggestively.

"Okay little perv. Fuck I have rubbed off on ya. And what does this all have to do with having me on display like this when you got home?"

I took my hand from my pants now gesturing to my attire and exposed flesh.

"Well... I figured a little show never hurt anyone. Plus he's SUCH a bro. He was talking a lot about how built ya are. How I must be proud to call ya my Pops."

The leaking from my cockhead was a stream now.

"FUUUCK. Bubba that's all good but goddamn. You're testing my restraint."

Luke shrugged his shoulders lightly then his goofy toothy little grin turned more serious.

"Maybe I'm testing your abilities. Daddy. You always get what you want right? That's what you say. It's how you got me. Who says you can't conquer little Colton out there."

Luke pressed forward firmly, his lithe athletic chest rubbing against me. His lips again at my ears. Nibbling softly, driving me crazy "You think he's just gonna hop in bed with a father and son? I mean plenty of gays would jump at the chance but that alpha douche?" I was fighting for reasons to not try. To not claim the boy's high round ass as my own. Trying to be good, for once.

"Really he isn't like that, at all. Seems like a front he puts on to make his dad proud. You could show him there are other ways to do that. Other ways a father can take pride in his son. And who said he needed to jump in bed with US?"

My eyes narrowed at him.

We didn't play separately, one of our few rules.

"You want me to fuck him alone babe?" I was weary.

"To start maybe, see if you can make it a possibility at least. If so then why not?"

He knew he was triggering every filthy thought in me. Knew I'd loved cucking past partners. Knew I got off on the idea of cheating or getting other people to cheat. Knew I hadn't indulged in either in forever.

"Boy if I start this I'm gonna finish it. You're little friend out there will end up on all fours leaking my seed on our sheets."

"Good. Show him what he is Papa. We can call it a `cheat meal'." He looked lost in lust at the idea.

"A `cheat meal' huh?"

"Just remember you owe me one Dad."

I had nothing to lose and a hell of a lot to gain...

"Fuck it. Deal."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------Luke left me leaking and riled leaning against the wall. Off to study with his new pal. My head was spinning taking in all the new information. First and foremost of which was my boy had given me a free pass, of sorts. Is that what I wanted? Really? I opened my phone, peaking around the doorway first to make sure Colton was truly in the den, then flipped to my photo album marked `Inspo' in it were tons of pics and screenshots of guys I came across on socials that I saved for later inspiration while I gooned. Did I not mention? The only thing that rivals sex for me is getting gooned out while masturbating.

Luke first learned of this when he got home early from a trip back to Arizona to see his folks. Kid walked in on me three hours deep into some raunchy poppers trainer vids with a dark brown bottle of amyl on a chain around my neck, bong on the coffee table and my cock buried in a petite little cock sleeve with an adorable little bubble butt for an entry. In that moment I felt like he'd caught me cheating, which only made it better. As the incest heavy popper vid played on screen Luke got brave. He walked to my bong asking `Can I have a hit Dad? I'm a big boy now right?'

It was the first night we'd been Dad and Son, the night we realized we were fucking made for each other.

The night he really became mine...

Back to the problem at hand though. I scrolled to where the pics of Colton first started. The ones I'd gone back and perved on once I found his accounts online. Even in these earlier pics he was stacked for his age, thick with muscle. A hulking manchild. As I flipped through pic after pic and he matured he started looking more and more like the beast that currently sat in my den. Did I really want this?

FUCK YES.

Luke wasn't wrong when he said I got what I wanted nearly always. That's not to brag that's just a fact I and my `son' were all too well aware of. So if I wanted Colton what was stopping me from trying?

Seeing if there was any hint of interest at least? And cucking my boy in the process? Giving him his own pass for the future? It just made me proud. Luke was a chip off the pretend proverbial block and I loved him even more for it.

So?

It was game on.

I ran upstairs with two goals, weed and find an outfit that would help me in my goals with the boy. My new official target. Luke's idea to have me on full display when they arrived was natural, instinct even. But the reality was a boy like Colton needed to be slow rolled. I fed my behemoth 50" chest into the smallest navy blue Under Armour I could. Long sleeved to accentuate the cut muscles and veins that bulged through the thin fabric. I tossed a well worn and ripe Bike jock on. Switched the sweats out for a pair of short TIGHT light grey retro gym shorts, think 70's style white piping and all. Next was for me more so than anyone else, dark navy tube socks pulled up high around my ballooned calves. It was a kink left over from my baseball days. Some broken in baby blue Jordans completed the look. I made sure to mirror my colors to what he'd been wearing. Create a bond. Plus now I looked kind of like a dad. Kind of like his Dad. His father had worn similar things from time to time just not a vacuum sealed version. Instead of being too much this was gonna make him curious.

See curiosity is key in getting someone to cross their own boundaries.

There has to be a pull to tug them over the line.

Before I was giving it all up. Now I'd lounge around, catching his eye. Hopefully making him want to return to earlier semi nudity along the way. I'd been with enough young studs to know that they'd take the lead if interested you just had to let them. I'd set the bait and see if he bit. As I stood grinning in the mirror at my handy work, I also started packing my bong. Something told me that even as straightlaced as the kid seemed he'd enjoyed weed on occasion. Maybe he'd catch a whiff on me. Maybe I'd have Luke comment how chill I was. That he even got high from time to time with his `old man'. Again, if Colton was curious, he could decide. If not I'd just be baked getting a front row seat to him and my boy all evening.

That alone was fuel for a pervy gooner bro like me.

I hit the bong deep for a couple rips. Letting the weed wash over me. Not usually one to have nerves this was just too good to fuck up. The stakes felt high and soon so was I.

I made my way to the stairs again. The sounds of youthful testosterone coming from below jolted me back to half hard. Oh well I guess. Their laughs sounded good together I thought. Luke's boyish goofy chuckles mixed with Colton's deeper bass. I wondered what in bio lab could be causing such a reaction but really I was happy to see it sounded like the two actually got along. Luke was an amazing guy and had quickly made friends with everyone in my life despite the age differences with most all of them, but for some reason he'd struggled to make friends his age since he'd started college. It being the midst of covid coupled with his adorable shyness had left him searching. I was pulled from my thoughts as I entered the room and saw they looked to be doing nothing homework related.

"So this is biology lab these days?" I said gesturing to the YouTube fitness influencer on the 85" screen that hung on the stone wall.

I noticed now both had switched from tees to gym tanks. Luke wearing one of mine and Colton in a tight white GymShark.

"In fact dear Father it IS for lab." He said stifling laughter and winking at me as he knew I was in heaven seeing them like this.

"Cole, is he lying to his dear old Dad?" I said teasing more Luke than the boy.

"Actually, sir he's not, we are thinking of doing some kind of setup with the biology behind creatine. That's what the vid's about. Luke was saying he just had gotten on it and I have been too for a bit."

He was so damn sincere.

It was having an effect on my hindbrain for damn sure.

"Alright then, as you were I suppose." I winked at Colton noticing his eyes giving me the once over in my new attire. "But first seeing as dinner isn't far off and I don't feel like cooking I thought I'd offer you boys some pizza. Not sure if it goes against your training Cole, looks like ya take it seriously from what we've seen."

Colton blushed.

Luke did too. Apparently flustered realizing I was leaning into our proposed adventure.

"It's COLTON Dad, not Cole." His faux exasperation was not great. We'd have to work on his acting skills.

"Oh it's okay Mr. Castellano, sir. My dad is really the only one who calls me Cole." Another faint blush. "But if it's easier for ya that's fine by me."

He seemed so much different here in front of me, in our home. He was still the same gorgeous piece of fuckmeat obviously but I understood what Luke meant earlier. The toxic alpha attitude was dropped, he seemed sweet. At ease at least if a tad shy.

"Sorry about that son, I'll try my best to remember." Like I could forget. "And please call me Dom. So pizza? I know that little garbage disposal is down." I nodded my head to Luke who realized he was being teased.

"What! I'm a growing boy. Colton gets it."

Luke slapped the back of his hand on Colton's rock hard pectoral. Even he looked a little shocked by how firm the thud was. I was momentarily jealous he had already gotten a feel. But Colton spoke up swiftly to his aide.

"He's right sir. You know it takes a ton to keep all this up."

He stood, flexing his right arm and making a mocking face. His mock flex was more than enough to make my mouth water. His dark pit hair letting his own unique smell briefly take over the room. Even Luke's eyes glazed at that, little pig liked it. So did the Big Pig. Fuck, the weed had just added to my insane level of horny.

"But to answer your question Mr., I mean Dom, I could go for some za. I happen to have a cheat meal I can use from my trainer this weekend." He was palming his flat teen belly and chuckling as Luke and I just shook our heads. Cheat meal indeed.

"Alrighty then. Lukey you got the app still? Get the usual and whatever Cole wants."

"The usual means you plan on having hella munchies." He was calling it out.

"I do indeed. It's Friday and I'm in my home and I think I can do as I please." My artificial sternness did nothing but make my own cock pulse, my guess was Luke's hole was having a similar reaction. "Colton I'm sorry, I hope a little weed use doesn't offend you."

He burst out laughing.

"I promise it's chill sir, I mean Dom."

"SIR works just fine too son." I winked.

He gulped.

"Well IF you boys finish your work you're welcome to join me."

"Really?" He was not used to such an open father and son I took it.

"Luke and I both are aware we use it so I have never seen a reason to not partake together. Just a different form of bonding."

I'd crossed the room and was standing at his side.

I clapped my wide palm down on his full rounded delt. Damn the kid truly was a brick.

"Like I said if ya finish up why not. No pressure though."

Colton was quiet for a minute.

Then...

"Bro you HAVE to try the shit he has, it's legit." Luke was playing wingman.

Good boy.

"Uh, yeah sure. I mean why not." He seemed to croak out.

"Good men." I said proudly of the two.

"Dad." Luke said eyes wide as he cleared his throat.

He nodded his head as if I was missing something.

And I was.

I'd never moved my hand from Colton's ripped back. I wasn't feeling him up exactly but my hand was softly stroking the same spot over and over.

My turn to blush.

"Sorry Cole, like Luke said the weed I have is great. Lost myself for a second."

He smiled bashfully but assured me it was fine.

"We were pretty much done for the day I think, right?" Colton nodded confirmation at my boy. "Why don't you get comfy Pops, I'll go grab the weed. Bong?" It was my turn to nod yes. "BRB."

He broke the silence first.

"You have a great place sir, Dom, sir." Red again. "Luke mentioned you were in real estate."

"Yep yep, have been since I was about his age."

"Yeah, he said it was a good way to make income as a single parent."

Jesus, Lukey had invented quite a bit it seemed. Doing some quick math I calculated I must have had Luke at 15 in this story, damn even fake me was slut. I'd need to ask him if I needed to know anything else later.

Thankfully just then my boy was back and I was out of danger of exposing the facade.

He was giggling and his eyes were red.

"Goddamn it Luke. Didn't even wait to offer our guest first." I shook my head chuckling in paternal disappoint.

"Sorry Pops. But I did pack a new bowl for Colton to take greens. I'm not a complete heathen."

"Despite my best efforts." I winked and realized I was licking my lips. GOT to get a better handle bro.

Damn.

"You're up Cole." I nodded at my bubba to give the bong over. Colton took the glass tube in his hand causing images of him doing the same to my cock to flash through my hazed head.

"No one tell my coach." He laughed impishly.

But as he took his first deep hit I took my shot.

"Just between us kiddo." I let the words flow from my lower register.

Goosebumps dimpled Colton's exposed arms.

Luke looked fuckdumb with lust from the weed and my words.

He took a hard deep rip causing me to hope he wasn't a light weight.

Then came the coughing.

"Brooo you okay???" Luke was a laughing mess as he watched the boy struggle to recompose himself.

"Fffiine." He rasped out while clearing his throat.

"Oh you're gonna feel that one kid." I shook my head at him chuckling as I walked over to take the bong from his hands.

"Sorry, fuck. It's been a minute. Damn that hits." He was already less formal.

Good.

I sat next to him now, preparing to take my own hit.

"Hell no worries son, worst comes to worse ya can crash here if ya get baked." I said patting the couch and taking a deep rip.

Colton's eyes never left mine as I hit it.

I exhaled the smoke, blowing it in his all too alluring face. It wasn't supposed to be sexual but the way he bit his lips as I did said it could be.

"Let me try again, Sir?" His voice was challenging now. He wanted to prove himself to me.

Luke had sat on the floor next to us, hugging his knees, he no doubt was chubbed as he watched the exchange. His eyes darted back and forth. His pert little chest heaving slightly like he was short of breath. His Adam's apple showing a little gulp as I brought my hand to Colton's back. Then up to the back of his neck squeezing it.

"Go on Cole." My fingers massaged his neck. He held back a little whimper as my hands played at his nape. The move could easily be interpreted as paternal. It easily could have been more as well.

He hit it deep again, not as long but still a good rip.

He blew it slowly from his nostrils at first then turned his head and blew the rest in my face winking at me.

"I suppose I earned that." My laugh bellowed as I dropped my hand, rubbing the small of his back openly. Making circles as the weed set in. "Son," I turned to Luke. "I think you're up."

He was dumbstruck by my blatantness but shook his head yes and took it from Colton's hand and repeated what the boy had just done, himself coughing as it exited his nostrils. We all laughed for a bit, letting the glorious high take hold. When I regained some composure I nodded to the paused tv.

"So who's the cute little fuckboy? Inspiration for the creatine lab?" I let go of the boy's back grabbing the remote from the table in front of us before melting back into the couch as I hit play. It was muted but the pretty boy on screen kept pumping out reps.

Luke simpered at how I addressed the influencer. His eyes were on Colton to gauge the reaction to my words, nothing it would seem.

"That memory is goin' quick old man." He stuck his tongue out tauntingly. "I tell you every time you start salivating over him his name is Adam Burgol." Luke was playing the chiding child well now. Guess he'd had plenty of practice daily with me.

"Yesssss, the Sigma Chi right? Nice to know we're still initiating some young hunks." I clasped my hands behind my head as I manspread wide. My legs now brushing Colton's. Nodding as I watched the youtuber.

He was giving me the once over openly now.

"Sooo that's your type?" Colton's voice almost breaking as he looked at me with tilted head. "Luke hadn't mentioned you were..."

My boy was holding his breath waiting to see what I'd do or say next.

"Gay? Bi? I tend to consider myself more fluid. Prefer a well built young buck any day though. Something about the testosterone makes the chemistry just too hot to pass up." I looked back at the vid and licked my lips at the fuckmeat now flexing in it. Then back to the boy on my couch, "I'm sure a little stud like you knows what I mean, bet you and your girl are just as hot to trot?"

He seemed contemplative then shrugged, "Single actually."

Before I could say more the doorbell chimed. Pizza.

"Time to eat." I winked and then hopped up to answer the door.

I could hear the two refocus the conversation on the video playing as I exited to the foyer.

The little fucker seemed plenty relaxed now. He was losing the layers of shyness and seemed damn near ready to proposition me. He was feeling some type of way. And so was I. Hell he'd been damn near moaning as I rubbed the firm sponge of his neck a few minutes ago. I took the pizzas from the middle age delivery man, his eyes looking stunned at my painted-on clothing. I thanked him and went to grab some plates. When I arrived back to the den Luke was on his feet stripping his shirt off.

What had I missed?

"Your nudist streak back?" I laughed to hide my own lust quickly setting the food on the coffee table. To say Luke looked fuckable was an understatement. He was delicious. Colton may have been an infatuation, but this boy was my world. I wanted to kiss him deeply right then but held back and took a seat on the opposite end of the L sofa from Colton. Hoping I could hide my impending erection.

"My bad Sir. I told Luke I thought Adam," he nodded to the screen again, "looks like what he will in another few months. He was showing me the comparison."

FUCKING BRICKED.

"Nothing wrong with a little comparison right Pops?"

Thank GOD I had already settled and had my engorged endowment hidden by a plate and paper towels.

"Nothing wrong at all boys, healthy in fact." My voice briefly caught in my throat.

"Ya think I look like him Daddy?" His eyebrows rose suggestively and he pursed his red lips.

"You wish kid." Although in truth I'd always thought the same thing. "Alright, dig in."

For a moment food became the only priority for all of us. We joked and laughed at some fail compilation vids that Colton played for us as we chowed down. Even if the night went no further it had already been enjoyable and Luke and I had plenty of fuckplay material from just what had happened so far. Colton was the first to hit the weed again, seemed like he didn't mind the idea of crashing here and getting toasted. Fine by us. Luke had text me between bites checking in and teasing me endlessly. I had double checked he was still fine with the direction we were heading to which he assured me he was.

`I can't wait to stroke it while I hear you break him in Pops...'

Was his very direct response.

When we were finished eating I sent Luke to reload the bong.

"Damn that hit the spot. Almost." I walked to the bar in the rear of the room and grabbed drinks from the fridge under it. "Care to join me Cole?" I asked handing him a bottle and setting Luke's seltzer on the table awaiting his return.

He hesitated.

"Just us men here, don't wanna feel guilty downing one in front of ya boy."

He took it.

"Thanks Dom." He clinked his bottle neck to mine.

"My pleasure. Happy to see my boy make a new friend. Plus, from what I've observed ya seem like a good dude. Far more than just the hot bod that caught my eye at the gym." I narrowed my gaze on him as he looked momentarily caught off guard.

"Yeah Sir?" He puffed his chest out proud, eager for my approval suddenly.

"Definitely. Ya seem like a real good boy Cole." It was deep and wanting and I knew we were skirting the line.

He went red again.

"I like to think I am..."

Luke entering the room was like a knife cutting the air. He paused ever so fleetingly as he watched us.

"Ahehmm, greens Daddy?"

"Sure thing kiddo. Bring it here." My eyes were still locked on Colton's as he set it down. "Thanks baby boy." I blew him a little kiss.

"Anything for you Pops." A knowing wink.

It was Colton's turn to watch the foreplay, he was crimson but smiling like a damn fool.

Luke grabbed his drink as I lit and hit the bong.

Colton's eyes were distant, glassy with an unreadable look, as I offered him the rig.

He shrugged his shoulders saying softly, "May as well lean in right?" He kept his eyes glued to mine. This time he inhaled until he couldn't possibly any longer. The coughs harsher than any before. Quickly he was in a fit of delectable little giggles.

"Fuck yeah son. Good boy. Now you Lukey."

"Yes Papa." His own sweats tented finally.

By the time it was my turn again both boys were lost in goofy hearty laughter. Each one attempted to outdo the other for a minute passing the rig back and forth until finally I claimed my turn. I put em to shame, covering them in a cloud of cannabis as I blew it over each of their beautiful bodies.

"Damn. Dom, Sir, you are a fuckin' BEAST." The boy was in full hero worship mode now.

"You have no idea bubba." I blew another cloud over him alone.

Luke spoke slow and softly.

"On THAT note, I think I need some water... You two good?"

"Yeah, we're good here bro."

He had addressed me but Colton responded decisively for both of us.

My boy's eyes widened in shock at what sounded like a clear dismissal but his smirk only grew and I knew he was enjoying this more forceful side of our guest .

"Alrighty then, be right back I guess..." He left for the kitchen adjusting himself as he all but fled the room.

"Another beer Dom?" The jacked youth seated across from me asked temptingly.

"My kinda boy. Go ahead and grab us a couple from the bar son."

He beamed broadly.

"Happy to Sir."

It was all innocent enough but heavily laced.

He was back in front of me handing over a bottle before I could contemplate my next move.

"Thank ya kindly bubba."

A quick wink from him.

"Cheers Sir."

"Cheers Little Man."

My words caused him to sputter just as he had begun to take a long pull from the bottle. Beer ran down his front. The white of his tank became dark and wet and clung almost transparently to his protruding pecs. When I say he looked like pure goddamn sex...

"Well fuck."

He stripped the fabric off in one swift motion.

If I had any qualms left, they vanished right then.

There in front of me bare chested and cut to perfection was the subject of months, years really, of my desire. He used his soiled tank to towel himself off. Running it along the line dividing his golden tanned teenage muscle tits. Rubbing it down to his carved eight pack. Pushing his sweats ever so slightly down. Revealing the wide white waist band of his own Bike jockstrap. Exposing the stubble of his trimmed pubes. I moved to adjust my exposed crotch. Cover it at least as the head now threatened to extend beyond the confines of my skimpy shorts. I knew without question I was already leaking like a fucking fire hose.

"Can ya hand me my tee Sir?" He gestured to the layer he had discarded while I changed earlier in the evening.

It lay within my reach on the sectional.

I reached for it instinctively, then altered course.

Still seated I slowly peeled my compression shirt up, baring my own well etched and hair covered midriff. Wrestling it over my gorilla like torso. The potent smell of my ripe roid sweat flooded the room.

Once again I was giving the boy a taste of what I had to offer.

"Just us guys right?" I sipped my beer. "May as well keep it off kid. No reason to risk dirtying another shirt if we make a mess..."

He had a choice to make.

He looked deeply into my dark eyes, then down at the bared flesh of my impressive upper body, then over to his shirt.

He took a deep steadying breath then walked over and silently picked up the bong once more.

"Just us guys." He shrugged, then lit it up and took a long drag.

He made his way around the coffee table and sat close on the cushion next to me, spreading his legs until his knee grazed mine.

He turned to me and blew out slowly.

He began to palm his chest as he relaxed back.

"Show me how you do it Sir?" His voice whimpering, betraying how cool he was trying to play this.

Oh the things I was gonna show him...

"Yeah? You really wanna see son? Think you can handle it?" My hand pawed at my bloated member leaving nothing to misinterpret.

Hesitation.

Then a short nod.

I stood up.

Grabbing the bong for one last hit as I cashed what was left.

I moved in front of the boy now. His legs wide enough for me stand between them. His hands wandering over his body as he really took in the fuckbeef on display before him. I let the billow of smoke out covering him, my body almost disappearing completely in the haze. When it cleared I already had my coke can thick cock snaked out the side of the pouch of my jock. I let it hang heavy and fat in plain sight. Running my fingers along its tube suggestively. My shorts pooled at my feet.

Colton's eyes went wide.

His breath ragged.

"Fuuuck Sir, just holy fuck." He was shivering and stuttering as his eyes went stupid and he licked his lips.

"It'll be a holy fuck for damn sure baby. Little muscle god like you under me." I snarled the words out. "Is that what ya want Coley?"

I loved knowing I was addressing him just as his own father did.

"I, I... I've never. But I..."

Oh he was fresh meat indeed.

"Shhhh shhh baby, come here. Sit forward for me." He slid to the edge of the cushion. "Go head son. See how a man feels in your hands."

And he did. Holding it like a baseball bat, hands stacked choking up on the shaft.

It was my turn to shiver. The callouses of his palms were so different to Luke's velvety soft grip. I pistoned almost imperceptibly, trying to hump into his firm grasp. My hands trailed over my chest and abs and then so did his. He leaned his forehead onto me, nestled into the dark fur of my abs. The length of my cock rubbing against his ear and left cheek as he nuzzled into me continuing his exploration. My bear cock dripped thick pre onto his traps I heard an intake of breath before he began to inhale my odor deeply.

"Yeah that's it bubba. Take a nice whiff of Daddy."

An audible groan and his eye now looked up at me.

I brought a hand to each side of his head. Flattening my rod firmly against his cheek as I did.

"You're okay boy. It's okay to want Daddy like this."

Tears in his eyes he nodded yes.

"Yes Dom, please. Please."

"Yes what?" He needed to accept what he was.

"Yes Sir?"

"Try again, son."

He swallowed deep.

"Yes Daddy..."

"There it is."

He sobbed gently. My hands patting his head now reassuringly. Tussling his curls as I said good boy over and over.

He pulled back and reached frantically for my slimy flaring cock.

"Uh uh uh. Not yet bubba. Daddy's been waiting for this." I stepped out from between his spread thighs. "Stand up and drop those sweats."

He listened and in a flash we were almost eye to eye. His eyes twinkled as his tears subsided. He was lost in the moment but still unsure. He looked towards the arch that led to the foyer.

"Sir, w-what if Luke..."

I laughed deep and loud, almost taunting him.

"Trust me youngin. He knows better than to interrupt what's about to happen in here."

I was a man possessed and it was time Colton knew it.

To his credit he didn't put up any more of a fight, he undid his drawstring and let his sweats fall to his ankles before stepping out of the fabric puddle.

I leaned back taking him in, taking in the parts of the boy I'd long fantasized about but never been privy to seeing. The pouch of his jock was straining to contain his modest mound. The flimsy material sopping wet with his boner juice.

Holding back my hunger, my yearning to pounce on him, I took his place on the sofa.

"Come here boy." I patted my spread tree trunks. "Sit on Daddy's lap."

He looked nervous but didn't hesitate to obey.

The weight of him hit me almost as fiercely as his pungent teenage musk did. Nerves had caused his perspiration and aroma to increase tenfold. I was in heaven. The beautiful bitter stink of pure boy wafted into my nostrils; hitting me like poppers as he settled the tender smooth skin of his dump truck of an ass onto my granite like quad. I growled and reached my hand behind his head, pulling him down by the neck until his barely open lips were damn near touching mine.

I waited.

He was gonna make the next move. I wanted him to know without doubt he had chosen this. Given in. Let himself become my plaything.

The lingering taste of weed and beer mixed with his own unique tang was intoxicating as he let his tongue part my lips tentatively. I pulled him in now. Tongue fucking him as I clawed at the tight stretched skin of his broad brawny back. My nails catching on the sinewy ridges of his well-developed form. He was no longer shy. He stroked my lower back and hard abs desperately in unison. Moving his hands he traced the deep trenches of my cum gutters in the front and toyed at the waistband of my jock just above my densely haired crack in the rear.

"What'd ya think kid?"

He was hooked.

"Fuck Daddy. Why did I wait to try this?"

"Just be glad you did son. It means you can give Daddy that cherry. Gonna let me show you how it feels to be owned? Used like a bitch? Show you what being an ALPHA really means?"

A frantic nod yes.

"Grab Daddy another beer then follow me."

While Colton scrambled across the room to fetch what I had requested I quickly scanned my phone to check on Luke. I was greeted to pics and vids he'd snapped while lurking just around the corner of the arch into the den.

`Rape him Papa, show me how it's done.'

Happy to know my little perv was fully in support of the depravity I responded hastily.

`Moving to the pool house. Enjoy the show son.'

To be continued...

This is chapter one in a new series detailing the conquests of a cheat/cuck kink couple exploring their limits. Stay Tuned!