Dad's Too Selfish

"Well, ok then. I think you’re ready for competition.” I said sarcastically as Dad came out of his photo shoot, shirtless and wearing nothing but training shoes and a second-skin-tight pair of blue leggings.

Of course, he was ready. He’s been ready for months. It’s not really a bodybuilding contest, it’s a fitness contest. So, no roided up muscle heads here. Just lean, ripped, hard muscle. He has no doubts at all that he will win this competition. The man looks stunning. His definition and symmetry are beyond compare. I’ve seen some of the guys competing in his age group. They look good but sorry, dad looks better. I may be bias since I’m his kid, thank god I inherited his genes. His buddies refer to me as Mini-Me because we look so much alike. He’s hot as fuck so I’ll fucking take it!

“I think so too,” dad said with a cocky smile. “I’m going to destroy those pussies up there,” Dad said as he flexed his pecs, bouncing them up and down.

He’s so fucking cocky. So cocky, it’s hot but I rolled my eyes anyway as he pulled on his blue, skin-tight Underarmour t-shirt that matched his leggings. He grabbed onto the hem of the shirt and pulled it down over his ripped torso, eventually yanking it down because it was so tight and had trouble sliding over his wide lats and thick chest.

“Fuck yeah, you will,” I agreed, and we exchanged a celebratory fist bump. Most of the time I felt like dad and I were more bros then father and son. Lots of fist bumps, bro talk, bullshitting, but still hot. “They’re not even in the same league as you, dad.”

Dad grabbed his cell out of his gym bag and began scrolling through texts that came in while he was in his shoot.

“The guys should be here by now. Probably checking in to their rooms,” dad mumbled as he scrolled.

“It was good we got here last night. I couldn’t imagine getting here today with all these people and then having to compete tonight,” I commented as we stepped into the empty elevator to go up to our room.

“The guys are probably already drunk.” I said laughing.

“Probably already hooking up.” He said rolling his eyes.

“It’s cool your workout buds flew in to see you compete though. They support you,” I said as we both primped in front of the full mirror that comprised the walls of the elevator.

We stood side by side admiring our muscular, competition ready bodies. I wasn’t competing this year, but I was dad’s workout partner. I did everything he did. Naturally, I developed with his body. Dad looked at me and brushed off a piece of lint that was on my shoulder of my blue compression shirt. I looked down and adjusted my shirt over my abs that were visible under the spandex fabric. He ran his hand over my pec and gave it a hardy slap showing his pride in his son and his body. He smiled at the hardness of the muscle.

“My big fucking boy,” he growled, his eyes drilling into mine. He had that look that he gets when he wants to pounce.

“Don’t get me hard, asshole,” I scolded. I was wearing compression tights. If I got hard, there is no way I could hide it. I adjusted my cock, feeling the smooth, slick material over my crotch.

My dad wanted everyone to know we were father and son, a team, so my clothes matched his. My blue leggings revealed big muscular quads, thin ankles and round calves and of course, a stellar muscular bubble ass. We could almost pass as brothers if not for the few fine distinguished lines in the corners of his eyes. We were two specimens. We could have anyone and anything we wanted, and we did.

Dad chuckled with an evil undertone before his phone chimed and he looked down at it. “The guys are only here to get a weekend away from wives and girlfriends so they can hook up,” he said as he scrolled his social media. “What better place to fuck around with dudes than at a fitness competition? I bet you, at least one of them is either fucking the shit out of some hot muscle boy or getting fucked by one. Their Grinders are probably lit up like a Christmas tree. Fucking man-whores.”

I looked at him with a look of skepticism. “Man-whores? Really? Don’t be a dick.”

Dad was cocky and he could be a real prick because of it. He had a small group of buddies that he worked out with, all of whom he’d fucked at one time or another. He has a type and they all fit that mold; tall, attractive, athletic, younger than him, jacked and most were married or dating women. Whether they were bi or not didn’t matter to dad. He just likes having sex with them, so did I. They often would make any kind of excuse to get away for a weekend and fuck their brains out with other dudes, get it out of their system before going back home to their boring, suburban lives. I was of age now where I got to tag along with dad. I had a bad case of hero-worship and to learn he was into dudes like I was, that was a dream come true. I was in the closet since junior high. I wasn’t your typical gay kid. I was a jock. I excelled in sports, I dated girls, I’m popular. I’m a nice guy with a mean streak. I’m competitive as hell and will do whatever it takes to win. And I love to get fucked. I’m a hell of a top but something inside me craves jock cock in my tight ass.

“Don’t be a dick? Me?” He tried to sound innocent. Dad is anything but innocent.

I laughed, “Don’t play that with me. We checked in last night and 10-mintues later you disappeared while I was in the shower. You finally show up with not one but two dudes. Two dudes not much older than me I might add.”

Dad gave me side-eye as I did the same to him. Then we both looked straight forward, smirked, then he raised his fist up to his side, I did the same and another fist bump. We were too fucking cocky for our own good. Got to love a dad who gets me laid.

We exited the elevator and dad took his key card out and swiped the lock on our room just a few feet away from the elevator.

“I didn’t hear YOU complain when you were balls deep in that hunky little high school jock. You should be thanking me, baby boy. I’m fucking father-of-year,” dad boasted as he peeled off his shirt. “I hope his speedo doesn’t leak from all the loads you dumped in him last night. His first competition and he got nailed within minutes of arriving at the hotel,” dad laughed manically. Wow, now I know where I get my mean streak.

“I don’t think his buddy knew what hit him. I’m just glad you put the moves on the other kid first. Made my guy more pliable,” I laughed. “He definitely didn’t expect to get boned so easy.”

I sat down on the bed. Leaned back and stared at my beautiful father. I remembered last night and how hot the two guys were. Dad always took care of me, especially in the sex department. He always had a nice supply of young, hard jocks to fuck around with. He loved to watch me drill ass, too. Sometimes he would watch me for a long time before joining in himself.

I sighed, “when are we ever going to snag an older guy at these things? For once, I’d like to fuck a dude who is at least older than twenty-five. I’d kill for a forty-year-old father of three.”

Dad’s head snapped around. “Am I not enough?” he asked, visibly insulted as he peeled off his leggings.

“Duh,” I said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood. Dad was a little possessive of me. I think he was threatened when an older guy showed interest in me. He liked to think he was the only older man who could satisfy me.

“That’s different,” I said. “We fuck whenever we want. But when we hook up is not with older guys though. It’s always some horny kid that thinks you’re a fucking god and I’m a piece of shit.”

Dad’s brow furrowed in a disappointed expression. “You? Piece of shit? Christ, Jake, why do you do that? You’re hot as fuck. Kid, I love you to death, but I wouldn’t fuck you if you weren’t hot. You’re just a younger version of me. You pull in plenty of dick.”

“Yeah, I know, dad, but you know I like older guys. It gets frustrating when I don’t get to have sex with real men. Guys around my age always want me to fuck them. They see my size and just assume I’m a top. I like getting fucked by older guys.”

Dad raised an eyebrow in confusion. “I seem to remember on your sixteenth birthday last year, you spent most of the night on your back getting your puss filled by an older man.”

“Yeah, I remember,” I said thinking back to that night until another thought popped into my head. “Oh yeah, and thanks for pimping me out that night, asshole.” I laughed as I threw a pillow at him.

“Please, you slut, Michael is fucking hot as shit, is he not?” Dad laughed as he stopped, turned and looked at me with disbelief that I would even think about complaining.

“Yes, but that’s beside the point.” I fell back flat on to the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “You forced me to have sex with him. Like I’m a hooker or something.”

Dad stepped over to the bed and put his hand on my thigh. “Hey, Michael said he would only sponsor me if he could fuck you,” dad explained for the hundredth time. “He’s loaded. What was I supposed to do? Besides, it’s not like you weren’t slobbering over him. Hell, he didn’t know you were a whore for older guys, he could have fucked you WITHOUT sponsoring me. Besides, he gave you a credit card, a car and takes you on trips, you get as much sex as you want with him. I don’t think you should complain,” dad reprimanded. His face showed that he thought I was ungrateful.

I scoffed, “You pimped out your own son to get a sponsorship. I’m a dude’s boy-toy, now. You must admit, dad, that’s not something a dad does to his son. It’s fucked up is what it is.”

“Oh, like you don’t love being a hot, rich guy’s boy-toy…Please,” dad said condescendingly. “He said he would sponsor you next year, you know. You could have competed this year for fuck’s sake. I don’t know why you think you’re not ready. You’re fucking one of the judges! You’d win no matter what!”

Dad was right. I did enjoy being a boy-toy. Endless dick and vast amounts of money. It was good to be young and hot. But all the same, dad was being an asshole, throwing it back at me like I was some common slut who pursued this fucked up relationship.

I countered with anger in my voice. “I get used and THEN I get all that stuff. There are strings attached to all that shit, you know.”

“Goddamn it, Jake,” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “He fucks you as much as YOU want too! Damn, stop being a little bitch! Shut it down, now!”

I was quiet for a few seconds. I hate not having the last word. I was pouting and he knew it. I decided to try a guilt trip. “That first night you pimped me out to him, he was huge, dad. Too big. I wasn’t very experienced, and he tore me up. I couldn’t walk the next day.”

“Well you seem to have gotten used to him,” dad said sarcastically. So much for a guilt trip. “He says you’re a natural bottom but then I already knew that,” he said with a cocky grin and a wink. “I taught you well.”

“He’s a machine. You know he fucks me for hours at a time?” I asked like he doesn’t already know. “I’m so exhausted I can’t even go to the gym afterwards.”

“And yet, last time he fucked you, you somehow found the energy to get fucked that afternoon by a rando who was vacationing with his wife and kids,” dad said as he went through his suitcase, tossing out speedos, workout clothes and tiny pairs of underwear. “That was a little slutty, don’t you think?”

I sighed in frustration. He was right. He just didn’t have to rub my nose in it. Besides, he’s a huge man-whore too but for some reason, it’s worse when I do it. He says it’s because I bottom. Sluts bottom, Studs top.

“You get the young ones and I get the married ones.” I slid off my tight gear, kicked off my shoes and laid back on the bed in only my black jock. I ran my fingers over my washboard abs, feeling each peak and valley.

Dad changed out of his workout clothes, admiring his naked body in the mirror. I admired it too. I could never get enough of his amazing body. Fuck, he makes me horny. I’m so pathetic. He can yell at me and demean me, and it just makes me want him to fuck me even more.

He picked up a pair of tiny red spandex briefs. His phone buzzed. He picked it up and scrolled the screen.

“Ha! Told you!” Dad yelled laughing. “Danny just sent a pic of a hot Asian muscle boy bouncing on his cock. Fucking Danny, such a slut.”

I wanted to get fucked, suddenly. Watching my stud father, his body tan and ripped, I wanted his cock inside me, and I wanted it now. I was going to seduce him with my body. I flexed my muscular legs, stretching out my toes, flexing my arms above my head, trying to get my father’s undivided attention. My cock was erect in my jock.

Dad was still texting like crazy. His phone beeped a few more times.

“Jesus Christ. Tom and Dave are already done with their first hook up,” he laughed as he looked at pictures they had sent. “Jesus. They tag teamed some dude who is competing tonight.” Dad snickered.

I was horny and I didn’t give a shit what his buddies were doing. Unless they were doing me, I couldn’t care less. It was time to strike.

“Hey. Muscle-daddy.” I said in a low deep whisper.

Dad looked up from his phone and did a double take. He smiled and snapped a picture of me with his phone.

“What are going to do with that picture?” I asked playfully.

“Showing the guys who I’m about to fuck. And send,” he smiled as he sent the text.

My dick became harder in my tight jock. I brought my smooth, powerful legs up to take off my jock, but dad stopped me.

“No. Leave it on. I’m going to fuck my hot boy in his jock,” he growled.

“Yeah, you are,” I assured him like I had any say in the situation. I rarely got to decide when dad was going to sink his dick into my muscle hole. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up in the middle of night with his cock nudging at my hole. I rolled over on to my stomach, arched my back and pushed my bubble butt in the air.

“Fuck,” dad said in a gruff tone as he took his briefs and wadded them up in one hand and lay down on top of me.

“What are those for?” I ask about the underwear.

“For this.” He reached around and stuffed them into my mouth at the same time he slowly pushed his un-lubed cock into my muscled ass.

“MMMPPPHHH!” I grunted loudly into the briefs. It was so loud I’m sure the neighboring rooms heard us.

He held the briefs in place and started to rock back and forth. “See, baby boy. Daddy knows what he’s doing. I know how my hot boy likes to scream.” He growled into my ear.

Dad knows what I like and what he likes. I need a hard pounding and I got it. The only kind of pounding he gives. He used to hold back until I could prove that I could take it. Once that happened, he fucks balls to the wall.

“Such a good boy slut,” he whispered in my ear. “Such a fucking beautiful whore for daddy. Daddy’s proud of his muscle boy slut.”

As he was plowing away at my upturned ass, his phone beeped on the pillow next to us. He continued to fuck while reading the screen. He chuckled.

“We need to cut this short.” He pulled the briefs from my mouth. I was disappointed. “Right after I cum in your ass.” He slammed forward and I could feel his cum shoot into my ass for the second time that day. He fucked me after the two boys left this morning. Hence, the no lube.

“Why do we have to stop?” I grunted.

He pulled out of me and stood up. “YOU have a date in about 10 minutes.”

I rolled over and sat up. ”WHAT?”

He pulled up his underwear. “You have a date with a friend of Michael’s.”

I stood up. “Dad. No.”

“Jake. Yes.” He turned and reached for his watch.

“You’re not pimping me out again!” I told him.

“Jake, this guy owns a string of high-end gyms and has a workout clothing line,” dad said calmly like I should understand. “He may want to endorse me.”

“God fucking damn it, dad! I’m not getting fucked so you can become a fitness model. Why don’t YOU fuck him?”

“Trust me, I tried.” Dad slid a tight polo over his head. “but he wants YOU.”

“Me? I’ve never even met this asshole,” I pleaded.

“Well, he’s seen you. Fuck, you’re all he could talk about, apparently.”

“Fuck that. I’m not doing it.” I grabbed a pair shorts thinking I would dress and leave.

Dad grabbed my arm and held me in place. “You’re doing this.”

Dad looked at me eye to eye. His face was stern, and his grip became tighter.

“You’re fucking hurting me.” I said as I tried to pull away.

“You’re fucking doing this,” he snarled.

He let go of me and pushed me down on the bed. I looked at him, defiance in my eyes. I couldn’t believe he was doing this. He really did see me as nothing but a pretty whore.

“If you do this, it could mean millions. Millions that you’ll share in. You’ll be set for the rest of your life. Be like me and use what you were blessed with to get ahead.”

“So, I’m just your hooker now?”

Dad walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

“If that’s what you want to call it. I just know you’re my cash-cow.” He sneered. “It’s no different than what you usually do, only now you’ll get paid for it.” He sneered again, looked me up and down and with a disgusted expression said, “You’re a fuck-boy.”

My jaw dropped. “What the fuck? You made me like this! You, fucking asshole. No wonder mom left you.”

He turned to me. “You’re right I did. From the moment you started to show promise; your body filled out, how easily you pack on muscle, your fucking handsome face, I knew I had hit the jackpot. A son who’s hot AND gay? Why do you think I push you so hard in the gym? I’m building you a body that will get you ahead, like I have. Look how easy it was to use your body to get Michael to do whatever you want. I’ve given you everything. I’ve provided for you all your life. It’s time you start pulling your weight.”

“I… I do not believe this. You were grooming me?”

“Yep, don’t get me wrong, you’re my son and I love you. But, I also like fucking you and I know how other men like fucking you. Now you know how the game is played. Use the body I built for you. Make us rich. I’m going to win this competition and get modeling contracts and supplement endorsements. You won’t regret this.”

There was a knock on the door. Dad opened it and Michael walked in with his tight polo, painted on jeans and cocky swagger. Behind him was another man about his age. Tall, dark and handsome and built like a god. He looked past dad and saw me sitting on the bed in a tiny black jockstrap. I stood up realizing I was almost naked.

Michael officially introduced my dad to Bryan, the man who wanted me ass up. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, but Bryan’s eyes were on me.

Bryan made a bee-line straight for me and took my hand.

“You’re Jake,” he stated with a deep voice.

I stared up at him. Holy shit this dude was hot. The shirt couldn’t contain his amazing amount of muscle.

“Yeah, I’m Jake.”

He stared down at me from his 6′5 frame.

“Leave,” he commanded Michael and my dad without taking his eyes of me. Dominance and power oozed from his pores.

“Look at you. Fucking perfect muscle-boy.” He continued to stare at me, and he ran his hands over my chest and biceps. “I hear you are quite the fuck-boy. You’re MY fuck-boy, now.”

I looked at dad. Dad and Michael had shit-eating grins on their faces.

Dad mouthed, “Fuck-boy.”

“I think I was wrong, dad. About what we were talking about.” I said to dad as he was about to close the door. I looked up at Bryan again, my cock rock hard.

Dad shrugged a “dad’s always right” look and closed the door. I looked up at Bryan, fell back on the bed and raised my smooth, muscular legs up in the air, each hand grasping my ankles.

“I’m your fuck-boy.”