Dad’s New Life

I heard some noises and voices from down the hall as I walked into Dad's condo. Voices in deep heavy whispers that nonetheless carried so I could hear just about every word.

"Shit... he's here early."

"Cmon man, I'm almost there, finish me off."

I stood there, my duffel bag on the floor, listening to the unmistakeable sounds of my father and some guy having sex. I didn't want to picture it in my head, but face to face with the increasingly loud evidence come from the bedroom, there wasn't much else I could do.

"Aw god, yeah, that's it Mike. Hot fuckin' mouth. Fucking suck my bone dry... that's it, man, I'm gonna blow if you keep that up, right into your motherfuckin' throat, I'm, I'm gonna.... FUCK!!!"

Mike's my Dad's name, and apparently his new boyfriend is a screamer.

I turned on the TV to ESPN Sports Center and got myself a beer from the fridge.

"Hi Jeff," my father greeted me a few minutes later as he walked out, wearing just a pair of gray sweatpants. As he joined me in the living area, he pulled on a beaten Chicago Bears T shirt over his hairy, burly chest. I could tell he'd been working out and dieting, since he's lost about 15 pounds over the last year, but Dad still had the same barrel-chested physique he's had since his college ball days.

In fact, Dad's about the last dude I'd expect to be gay. Not only was he married to Mom for 20 years, in what always seemed to me to be a happy marriage, he was a real guy's guy. Though he was a lawyer, he still had more than a little of his Midwestern blue-collar upbringing he carried with him. He was a professional 9 to 5 but on the weekend he seemed content with a life of mowing the lawn on Saturday, and brats, beer, and ball on Sunday. I mean the man had built a shrine to the Bears in our basement.

But what the hell. I could care less about stereotypes or if Dad liked guys. I guess if I had to label myself, I was a little bi, cause I fooled around with guys from time to time. And my best friend Steve is gay. For dudes my age, the gay thing's not as big a deal as it used to be. So while Dad's coming out threw a curveball for our family, I was glad to see him happy.

Besides, there were perks. Dad... Mr. nap in the hammock in his suburban lawn... had moved into the city and bought a downtown condo. So it was cool to come up from Champaign and spend the weekend in the big city. And I don't know if this makes sense, but Dad and I now felt a little more like equals, and when we went out on the town if felt like two friends rather than me accompanying the stern authority figure I'd grown up with.

"You're a little early. Sorry I'm not ready." Dad said, giving me a hug and plopping down on the couch. He still had some spittle on his lips and chin, but he realized and wiped it off.

I pretended not to notice. "No problem, Dad. Traffic was light."

As we were talking, I heard the toilet flush, then a guy walked out. He couldn't have been more than a year or two older than me, definitely college aged. He didn't have the body of an athlete was but definitely good looking and in shape. Tall, clean-cut, with pearly white teeth and green eyes peeking from beneath the bill of a ball cap. My suspicion he was a frat guy was confirmed by the letters of his house emblazoned on his white T-shirt.

This, I had to guess, was Dad's new boyfriend.

"Drew, this is my son Jeff. Jeff, this is Drew."

I stood up to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you." I thought of adding "sir" like I would to Mom's boyfriend, but I immediately recognized the formality wouldn't be appropriate here.

"You, too, dude." I thought the guy might be a little nervous meeting his boyfriend's son, particularly one about his age, but he gave me a fist bump like I was a guy from another fraternity he'd met at a party. Which in a way I was. And maybe something about just having had a killer blow job to make you laid back, I thought to myself cynically.

"Listen Mr. G," he turned to Dad. "I gotta go. See you later, though?"

"Sure thing," Dad said and leaned in for a kiss. I thought was going to be a quick peck but Drew took charge, gripping the back of Dad's head and holding him while he basically tongue-fucked Dad right there in the living room. His other hand, meanwhile, reached down and started massaging Dad's butt through the sweatpants. Funny, I'd never thought of a guy's ass as being a sexual thing, at least not an older dude's. And my father's got a big meaty one, not a taut bubble butt. But Mr. Fraternity Dude was feeling and gripping that beefy rump like it was Kim Kardashian's ass.

"Hot, Mr. G." I heard Drew whisper as he broke the kiss.

After Drew left, Dad and I shot the breeze, watching sports coverage we were only half interested in.

Finally, I had to ask. "Dad, you mind if ask a question?"

"Of course, Jeff, what is it?" I could tell he was nervous about what I might ask, but he was always up front with things and told me I could come to him with anything.

"Why does Drew call you Mr. G?"

Dad blushed a little and chuckled. "Yeah, it's his nickname from the office."

Not the answer I was expecting. "You're dating someone you work with?"

I could sense Dad shifting a little uncomfortably. "Well, he's more an intern than an employee. And we're not actually dating. It's more an arrangement we have. Kind of friends with benefits, you know?"

"Wow." I didn't want to sound judgmental but maybe it came off that way.

"Look, son, I know I should keep my private life to myself and not expose you to it...."

I interrupted. "Ah, it's not that Dad. You know I've been cool with everything."

My father looked at me with heavy emotion. "Yes. You have. More than I could have dreamed. And I appreciate that, Jeff."

"Just be patient with me, Dad. I guess I was expecting to be one of those kids with two stepdads. I had just assumed you were looking for Mr. Right."

Dad paused as if he were mulling it over. "Maybe I am. Eventually. But I wasn't honest to myself for many years, and now I'm just enjoying sowing my oats a little."

"Yeah, I guess I understand." It hadn't occurred to me that Dad would want to make up for lost time. Weirdly enough, it was another way we were alike. I was in college exploring sex and trying to get as much as I can. Dad, in his way, was in the same boat.

"So... you don't mind if I entertain guys from time to time when you're staying here?" he asked.

"Nah, Dad. It's cool."

He pulled off my ball cap and ruffled my hair. "Thanks sport. Same goes for you, too. If you meet a lady friend and want to bring her back...."

I couldn't resist a tease. "Dad, who the fuck says 'lady friend'?"

We both laughed.

* * * * * *

I don't think I realized that "time to time" would be so often. Or that it would start that evening.

We'd gone out for dinner and a pub crawl through some of the pubs downtown. We ended up at a sports bar, the kind of place I'd expect a dude like my father to hang out in. I mean, the place was full, one-third with traveling businessmen, one-third with tourist dads, and one-third with recent college grads.

I guess I had sex in the back of my mind. What it would be look to make out with one of these bros at the bar. There were some hot looking guys my age. Well, probably a few years older. They looked like they had regular jobs and dressed more like city guys than the normal college dudes I was used to. Dad and I got talking to a group of three friends who worked at some kind of web sales company. It was a normal conversation, you know about work, the city and the Bears chances to make the playoffs.

But something gave me a sudden chill. I'd been talking to one guy, Rich, but I looked over and saw Dad chatting with the other two, Ken and Eric. And something about his body language seemed, I dunno, flirty or something. Like Dad was coming on to Ken. Not in a feminine way, but like in a manly let's fuck kind of way. I felt uncomfortable and, yeah, weirded out.

I was relieved when Dad finally looked at his watch and gave me a nod of acknowledgment. "Ready to head on, Jeff?" he asked.

I was the kind of guy who always wanted the party to go on, but at that moment I was happy to leave the bar at 11. "Yeah, sure."

I thought I saw a smirk on Ken's face. A real douche-y bro type, he kind of rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe because he was one of those guys who always talked about how much money he was making or the car he'd just bought or the next big sale he was gonna score at work. Anyway, I wanted to punch that smug look off his face.

His buddy Rich's arm on my shoulder snapped me back to my senses. "Hope to see you guys again. You gotta come up to Chicago more, buddy." Maybe it was beer goggles but in the back of my mind I thought about a hunky guy like this down on his knees, blowing me.

"Yeah, I will," I said.

We all bid our goodbyes and soon Dad and I were walking back through the breezy night to his condo, both of us a little tipsy.

"I thought you were hitting on that guy Ken," I said matter of factly.

Dad looked at me cautiously. "Would that bother you, Jeff?" I had no idea if he'd been hitting on the dude or if he was just curious about my reaction to seeing him and other men.

I felt ashamed for the hostile feelings I'd felt all night. Dad's a smart, level-headed guy, he could look out for himself. "I want you happy, Dad," I answered, not admitting my dislike of Ken but truthfully telling my father I was OK with him and other guys.

Dad smiled warmly. "I'm pretty damn happy, Sport. Next time we gotta go to a bar with more women. Let your dad play wingman next time."

"Ha, that's be nice," I admitted and suddenly a big question occurred to me. Had I been playing wingman all night?

As we walked I could tell something was still on his mind. His shoulders hunched over as we walked in the cold, he turned to me again. "You sure you don't mind this gay stuff?"

"Come on, Dad, I told you I'm cool with it," I replied a little annoyed.

That seemed to be the cue he was looking for because he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hey Ken, it's Mike.... you know, we just met at the bar.... anyway, if you're still interested in coming over, that'd be great.... no, he's cool with it," Dad turned to me winking. "332 Wabash... just meet me out front in about ten minutes?"

We got back to his building condo, Dad told me to go on up. "You got the spare key, just make yourself at home. We'll try not to make any noise," he winked. Then Dad gave me a tight bear hug.. "Great to have you here, Jeff. Thanks for being an awesome son."

His words made me feel like a heel for being at all judgmental about his sex life, and I returned his hug. He was my best friend as well as my father.

I had the sense he wanted me scarce for when his fuckbuddy arrived so I went to the guest room and shut the door, getting ready for bed. The beers caught up with me, and I dozed off pretty quick.

I don't know how long I was out, probably not long, but I woke to the sounds of sex in the next room. Dad's bed was pounding rhythmically into the wall, making a loud, regular thump, and I could hear a symphony of voices, Dad's baritone groans and the matching tenor sounds of Ken.

I swore to myself and tossed in the bed. Surely they'd be done soon. Only the fucking would die down and it would be quiet for a while, then it would start up again.

Now awake, I got up to pee and when I opened the room door, I could hear their sounds distinctly, and could see why. Dad's bedroom door was cracked.

"Fuck me, man," Dad's booming voice echoed down the hall.

Bedsprings were squeaking and the headboard was thumping loader. "Gonna wreck that butch daddy hole," his fucker cried, loud enough that it sounded like it was coming from the same room. "Fuck!"

"Ungh!" Dad grunted, a cry that was almost like a man in pain, but I instinctively knew was his pleasure.

"Where you want me to come, man?"

"It's your choice, sir," Dad hissed.

Damn, it was such a crazy thing to hear my father say and I have to admit the horniness of eavesdropping on them was starting to chub up my cock. Suddenly I didn't need to piss but just stood motionless in the hallway and listened to those guys mate.

"You want to suck my load, Daddy?" the fucker growled.

"MMM... yeah, sir. Whatever you want."

"Fuck! I bet if I offered you my cock know you'd suck right down, right out of your ass...."

I took a step down the hallway, then another. I was quiet but I could now see into Dad's room. Just in time to watch Ken sweaty, pumped body withdraw from my father's ass and scramble around to kneel at the end of the bed. Undeterred, Dad bobbed his head down and swallowed the top's dick right in.

"Aw FUCK!" Ken cried. Either he wasn't aware I was in the condo or else he didn't care. "You're one nasty bitch. Shiit."

Placing his hand controllingly on my father's head, the young guy was now pumping Dad's mouth with a steady pump while Dad choked back his gag reflex.

"Damn, I wanna nut so bad..." His thrusts got faster and more brutal and I knew he was working his way up to a major ejaculation. Only right at the precipice, he pulled out, the mucusy sound reverberating as his cock slipped free of the suctioning mouth.

Roughly, Ken turned Dad on his back and lifted his legs. Within seconds he was punching back in, fucking away madly. "Oh fuck, oh fuck OH FUCK!"

Dad was getting majorly loaded up and now he was whimpering too, cumming practically in unison.

I felt guilty as hell and made a quick retreat to my room. A million thoughts were swirling in my head. And more to process. But first things first. I dropped my briefs and jerked out a dozen loads of my jizz into a spare T-shirt, gasping in relief as I did.

* * * * * *

Ken was nowhere to be seen the next morning and Dad acted like nothing weird had happened last night. Hell, I was starting to think I'd dreamt it up. Then I realized that Dad had no reason to acknowledge it. He was just looking to get laid, like any other red-blooded dude. It was weird to know he was so hungry for cock, but whatever.

Live and let live, I decided, as I went back to campus and my day-to-day college life. Classes, hanging out with my friends, goofing off. But I couldn't get the memory of the last weekend out of my head. I don't know why I did it or what I was expecting. But I send Dad a text to see if I could visit him again that next weekend.

I didn't hear anything back, but around 5:30pm I got a message. "Just got out of meeting. Be great to have you up son. Anytime."

"Sure I'm not cramping your style?"

"Ha. No bud. No plans this weekend."

I got up there early afternoon Friday and dad took off a little early from work. It was just normal guy time between us. Happy hour, dinner, a movie at his place. We chatted a little, kind of normal father-to-son stuff, before calling it an early evening.

The next morning, too, was normal, and I was starting to wonder what I'd expected from this weekend. It was almost like I'd wanted a repeat from the previous weekend. Instead, Dad was heading off to the gym before breakfast and asking if I wanted to come along. I did. We both had a good workout and grabbed something to eat after.

"You up to watch the Illinois-Ohio State game?" he asked excitedly when we got back. I was into our football team, which was doing OK this year, but Dad was a gung ho fan. Second only to his love of the Bears. He turned on the big screen and flicked through the channels to find GameDay.

Dad went to shower up, and I went next. When I got out, Dad was plopped on the couch, in an orange Illinois T-shirt and some khaki shorts. He had two beers in front of him, and when he saw me he popped the tab on both cans.

All through the pregame and first quarter Dad kept checking his phone, typing in and waiting for some reply.

"Just so you know," he finally said, "I have a few guests coming over."

"Cool," I said. I hadn't met Dad's friends and I was curious about his life in the city. I imagined a bunch of his football fan buddies, or maybe some lawyer colleagues.

But when a group of guys showed up, they were all younger dudes. My age or thereabouts. There was a quick bout of introductions. Alex, Chase, Connor, and Jacob. I'm not sure I kept the names straight, except that Jacob was taller than the rest, about 6'5", and blond, whereas the other guys all had brown hair. They greeted me like Dad's intern did last weekend, kind of like we were at a frat party, as Dad got them each a beer.

It turns out they were all on the U of Chicago baseball team. I wasn't sure why they'd be watching the Illini play on a nice Saturday afternoon, and indeed they were chatting mostly among themselves and checking their phones distractedly while Dad and I got absorbed into the game.

It was only toward the end of the second quarter when during a commercial break I looked up and noticed that Dad wasn't there. I'd barely had time to register his absence when one of the guys (Alex?) sauntered back into the living area, adjusting his crotch as he popped open a fresh beer.

"Who's turn is it?" he asked, plopping next to his teammates.

"Mine, dude," the shorter, beefier guy said standing up with a clear boner in his jeans.

I thought maybe, just maybe they were waiting to use the bathroom. But deep down I knew, dreaded, that wasn't the case. My suspicions were confirmed when the tall one, Jacob, leaned in a little and asked, "How long you been banging Mike?"

I was shocked and almost interjected that Mike was my dad, but I then realized Dad had introduced me only as Jeff, not his son. I didn't want to ruin Dad's party or freak these guys out, so I gave a noncommittal, "I haven't..."

Jacob misinterpreted my answer and gave a knowing grin. "I should have known. That slut loves fresh meat." He looked up down the hallway. "I wonder what's taking Connor so long? I'm fucking horny as shit."

Alex laughed. "Go on in there, dude, I'm sure Mike won't mind being tag teamed."

Jacob polished off his beer and set it down. "Good fucking idea, McC..." He stood up, boned, and turned to me. "Might as well come along, too, Jeff. Trust me you don't want to go after Chase if you want that daddy ass to be tight."

Chase grinned and spread his legs, cupping his crotch lewdly. It was clear he was packing a beer-can sized dick. "Just don't take too fucking long."

I was like a deer in the headlights, but I stood up and followed Jacob, his tall muscular body leading the way to Dad's bedroom. It was clear he knew where it was from previous visits. As we stepped in, I saw Connor's powerful nude body pumping excitedly into my father, who was on all fours and bucking his ass back and forth to urge his fucker on. It was working. The baseball player slammed harder and harder, almost as if he were putting on a show for us.

Jacob undid his jeans and pushed them down. He shimmied out of his UAs, too, showing off a nice long boner. "What's taking you so long, Con?" he asked.

"I had to go for seconds. This ass is amazing."

I was SO nervous Dad was going turn around and see us. See me. Watching him getting fucked. But Dad held his head down and just took the battering that the jock was delivering. I could have turned and walked away. I should have. I knew it was wrong, and I knew this could go badly, but I was horny as fuck. I had to watch.

Particularly when I saw Jacob get on the bed and offer his cock to Dad. And Dad swallowed the whole thing hungrily. "Aw yeah, Daddy likes dick," Jacob hissed, giving slow pumps into Dad's mouth while he placed his hands possessively on my father's head.

It was wrong but I was undoing my jeans and freeing my own erection.

Connor pounded away and was getting close to cumming.

"Motherfuck! Take my motherfuckin load again, dude," he growled as he came inside my father for a second time. His body slumped over a little before he regained his strength to dismount. I saw a good sized dick extract itself from between my father's hairy buns, coated with a thick sheen of sperm. "Now that's what I call a fuck," he grunted, swatting Dad's butt.

He looked over at me. "You next, bud?"

My heart pounded. I think in the back of my head I was just going to observe this scene, like I'd observed Dad and that douchebag fuck last weekend. I gulped and looked up at Jacob who was enjoying getting head from Dad.

"Go ahead, dude. I'm enjoying his mouth for now. Just don't go for seconds," he admonished.

Connor was already pulling up his jeans and tucking his spent cock in. "Tell me you're not going to do the same. Fuck I need another beer after that." He walked out of the room as I stepped up toward the bed.

I don't know when I'd ever been that hard. My dad was bent over, his legs spread slightly and his hairy hole wetted down and exposed. Just a hint of semen pearling up at his entrance but much more undoubtedly was deposited inside him. I wondered how many guys had fucked Dad this last week. This last month. My slut Dad.

The idea had me enraged as I brought my quivering cock to his violated entrance. I wondered what it would be like to just shove my tool right in. I knew I could, and the knowledge excited me.

I pushed in, a few inches, and encountered no resistance, so I just went for it. Buried my bone right inside Dad in a sudden second stroke. Oh God! Dad's ass was tight and wet and wonderful. Every sexual experience I had up to now paled in comparison. I pulled back and shoved in again, hard. And again. A real royal screw.

Dad loved it. He grunted excitedly and pulled off Jacob's long dong to speak. "That's it man, fuck my hole! Pound me buddy." Then he sucked the jock's tool back into his mouth and started bobbing wildly on it.

I fucked harder. If Dad wanted me to own his hole, I was gonna own his hole.

"Dude keep doing that," Jacob instructed me. "It's making him go wild on my cock."

I kept doing it, and more. I'm not sure how Dad took a fuck that hard, but he did.

Unfortunately I couldn't last any longer and was soon spraying my wad inside Dad's hole, to join the three already in there. It was an intense orgasm and my body jerked from overstimulation as I pulled my reddened dick out.

"Goddamn," Jacob hissed. "It's my turn." I'd barely dismounted and regained my balance standing on my own two feet when Jacob crawled onto Dad's burly frame and started fucking good and hard, driving my Dad's body flat to the mattress. It was hot as hell and I wanted to watch but I couldn't take any more sexual stimulation. Reluctantly I pulled my clothes back on and went out to join the rest of the guys.

"He about done?" Chase asked.

"I don't think he's going to take long." I said.

Chase grinned and set down his beer going down the hall to get in line.

Alex looked at me and gestured down the hall. "You tapping that on a regular basis?"

I shook my head. "I wish." It was a nasty thing to say about my father, but I loved the idea I was just another one of the guys banging Dad on a regular basis.

* * * * * *

The U Chicago guys cleared out as soon as they'd blown their load. Not even making a pretense to stay to watch the game.

I popped open another beer, feeling a swirl of emotions. Guilt, excitement, naughtiness, and randiness. I heard Dad's shower from down the hall. He had a satisfied, relaxed look when he came out.

"The guys all leave?"

"Yeah, they said they had to go somewhere."

If Dad was surprised, he didn't show it. His main reaction was to the score on the TV screen. "Shit, Ohio State got two touchdowns?" Dad had been in his room for a while.

"Fraid so."

The rest of the afternoon was torture. Having had this amazing experience with my father yet feeling guilty for sneak-fucking him like that. Sneaking looks over at him, wondering what made him tick, what made him crave cock like a slut. And wondering why I was so fucked up to find that a turn on.

It was only later that night that this guilt would come bubbling up. We were at a quiet downtown bar, with more of a professional vibe. Dad had treated me to a nice steak dinner and we'd popped in this place for a beer afterward.

"It's been a good day, Jeff," Dad said, feeling in a good man. "Glad you could visit."

"It's been awesome, Dad," I said.

"You didn't mind me inviting those guys over today?" he asked. Getting closer to acknowledging that it had been for sex, not a football viewing party.

"Nah, they seemed pretty cool."

Dad paused then spoke softly, with a reserved nervousness. "You know, Jeff, I can count," he said.

A pit formed in my stomach. "What do you mean?"

"I invited four guys over and five guys did me." It was a trip to hear Dad so matter of fact about his sex orgy but given that I was implicated I suppose there was no reason not to be.

I felt busted. "Dad, I'm sorry." I blushed red and felt more ashamed than I ever had in my life. I didn't know what else to say.

Dad shrugged his shoulders. He looked eager to change the subject. "Well... I guess I've not exactly been a role model father lately."

"Come on, Dad," I said, heavy with emotion. I knew I'd fucked up my relationship with my father. Just because I was a perv.

"Look... forget it," Dad waved his hand in a broad gesture as he reached in his pocket with his other hand for his wallet. "Let's pay up and all it a night. Whaddya say?"

"Sure," I mumbled.

I tried to make small talk, but things were quiet between us on the way home. It was probably good we were turning in not too late.

"Sleep well, son," Dad said as we were finally back in his condo, after getting ready to turn in. Dad was wearing some pajama pants but was bare-chested. I felt guilty taking a look but I had to admit he was a real good looking guy. Masculine, muscular, and handsome. I'd have some guilt for taking advantage of him, like I did, but as far as an attraction to him, it was going to be hard to put the genie back in the bottle.

And maybe that was an understatement. I don't know what time it was. But I'd been asleep for a while when I was roused. Dad's presence as he climbed into bed with me. Gone were the pajama pants, because I felt his meaty hairy ass against my hand.

Almost instinctively I rolled over and draped my arm around his hot body. Dad bucked back against me, almost cuddling but also sexual in his need. I caressed his furry front, and as I roused had a realization. Dad had come to me, to my bed. He wanted this. Wanted his own son. I slowly traced my fingers down his flank, eliciting a soft groan, then I did it. I grabbed his erection and felt the cock that had made me nearly twenty-two years ago. Dad was big and thick but not as big as me, I thought with pride.

My father humped into my hand and reached behind, his fingers gripping the elastic of my underwear. Shit, this was going to happen again! My briefs caught on my hardon so I reached down and guided them over my dick and slid them off.

"Oh, Jeff," Dad hissed as I wrapped my arm back around him and pulled him to my bare body. My dick nudged into his crack and I started humping him excitedly.

"I want to fuck you again, Dad," I said, maybe stating the obvious, but it was a trip to articulate the desire and the act out loud.

Dad's hips writhed and he inched his butt up higher on my dong, until I was closer to his sphincter. "Put it in me, son. I need it. Bad." His voice was deep and scratchy.

I pressed my cock against his hole and felt it wet. I don't know what kind of lubricant Dad used but it was slick and eased my entry perfectly.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed as I bottomed out, my balls pressing against Dad's ass.

"Christ you're big," Dad grunted and started little mini thrusts back against my bone. Dad's powerbottom thing was a turn on, all right, but I wanted to be in charge of this fuck. I rolled us over, Dad on his stomach, me perched on his back. And I started fucking. Long, full strokes with a steady rhythm. In and out of my father. It was amazing sex, even hotter than earlier that day. Dad's burly body lying beneath me just taking it. I was gonna nut soon, for sure.

But not before Dad. He cried out. My name, a random word, something I couldn't be sure. I was sure that he was coming on the bedsheets seconds before I started my own orgasm.

I rolled off, surprisingly exhausted from the sexual exertion, and sleepy now that the postcoital endorphins were kicking in. Dad's wet mouth pressed against mine and I met him in a soft, sloppy kiss.

"Thanks, son," he said and lay back next to me. The next I knew I'd dozed off back to sleep.

* * * * * *

The bed was empty when I woke up. I rose, still a little groggy. I wondered if I'd dreamt sex with Dad but then noticed the spot on the mattress where Dad had slept, at least part of the night. I then worried there was going to be some major guilt this morning.

But when I strode into the living area of the condo, Dad was making breakfast, wearing only the shorts from the day before. He was practically whistling as he went about the task.

"Hey son, you sleep OK? Coffee's ready, help yourself."

"Yeah, all right. How about you, Dad?" I was nervous where this conversation might go.

"Like a lamb. Just needed to get laid," he winked.

I shook my head. "Fuck, I was starting to think I'd dreamt it."

Dad seemed a little concerned. "Having second thoughts?"

"Fuck no," I laughed and gripped my crotch lewdly. "It was crazy hot."

Dad turned off the stove and wiped off his hands on the towel. "I can, you know, take care of you this morning, if you like, Jeff." Looking at me expectantly.

I still couldn't believe this was my dad. And I couldn't believe my dick was plumping out so quickly. "Yeah, sure."

Dad smiled and knelt down before me. He nuzzled his face in my crotch before pulling down my briefs and licking my nuts.

"Oh fuck, Dad," I hissed, running my hands through his hair, along his neck and shoulders.

Then my father took me in his mouth and started blowing me. I knew immediately why Dad had all these young guys lining up. My father was an incredible cocksucker. Just a minute in his mouth and I was blowing hard. After a few spurts, Dad backed off and let the remainder shoot on his tongue and lips.

"Nice one, son," he said. He stood up, wiping his mouth but making no move to take care of his own hardon. "I think you worked up a good appetite, huh?"

I pulled my briefs back up, a little dazed and my mind blown. "Um yeah, I am hungry," I said. I felt like a heel having this be all about my needs, but Dad went cheerfully back to making breakfast.

"Have a seat and I'll have this to you in a few."

We ate and it was like we were back to father and son. We talked about school, football, and upcoming holidays.

Dad asked me what time I was driving back.

"I'll probably hit the road soon. I got an accounting midterm to study for."

"Well, don't let me keep you. I'll clean up. You can hop in the shower."

As I showered up, I thought about Dad's new life. His nonstop need for sex, his clear preference for younger men, the lines we'd crossed and would probably cross again. I was boned once more as I turned off the water and toweled off. My erection went down as I shaved, but barely.

Once I stepped into the hall I saw Dad there, on all fours, facing away so I could see his meaty, furry ass, the buns parted to show the used but still elastic hole.

"Got time for another before you go, Jeff?" Dad said.

I dropped the towel and kicked it aside. My cock rose to a firm hardon, poking straight out from my crotch. I don't know how much jizz I had in the tanks but we were soon going to find out.