Dude's Day with Dad

The Next Day

I woke up naked in Jonathan's bed, groggy, and wondering if everything that happened the day before was a dream. My sore asshole and the vivid memories coming back to life assured me it was indeed for real. I smiled and flipped over, stretching. I noticed dad wasn't next to me in bed, but I heard some talking and laughing in the kitchen, so I must be the last one up.

I debated putting any briefs on, and decided against it. It was, after all, still dude's weekend. I strode confidently down the stairs and rounded the corner towards the kitchen. I saw Mr. C, his back to me at the stove, wearing an apron, naked with his smooth ass exposed, chuckling at something as he looked over his shoulder at my dad.

My dad was facing Mr. C, so his back was also to me, leaned up against the kitchen island, with his hands placed widely on the counter top on each side of him. He was shirtless, and as my gaze traveled down his muscular back, I could see the tops of his ass cheeks pressed up and over the ends of the counter, so he was clearly in the nude, just like his son.

I didn't see Jonathan. I strode confidently into the kitchen, pronouncing loudly and jokingly, "Your jock boy has arisen, ready to serve ye old menfolk of the house," bowing as I rounded the corner, only to see Jonathan naked on his knees with my dad's cock in his mouth.

"Looks like the early bird got the biggest cock," Mr. C joked, smacking my dad in the chest with his spatula before he turned back to the eggs.

"Morning son, how'd you sleep?" my dad asked me, nonchalantly like his dick wasn't in my best friend's mouth.

"Perfect, dad. I sure was worn out. You dads sure know how to party."

"From what I hear, we weren't enough," Mr. C joked, grinning over his shoulder. From this angle, I could tell Mr. C was sporting a hardon as well.

"I just gotta catch up to you studs, I guess," I joked.

"Eggs almost ready. You boys need some protein this morning?" Mr. C asked. Jonathan mumbled a "yes," still on my dad's dick, and I nodded to Mr. C, walking over to pour a cup of coffee. "Well, it's time you boys learned that the secret to maintaining your manly sex drive and developing into men like your dad and me involves a sacred ritual...It's time for you to learn." I couldn't tell if he was joking or serious, so I just stood there and raised my eyebrows, waiting for more explanation.

Mr. C shed the apron, exposing his hard dick, and my dad pulled out of Jonathan's mouth. Mr. C plated two heaping plates of eggs and placed them on the kitchen island in front of himself and my dad. "Have a seat, boys." We obliged, sitting bare assed on the stools on the other side of the island from our dads wondering what the hell was going on.

They surprised us as they both started jacking off their cocks right in front of us, though we definitely were enjoying the show. Jonathan looked over at me and smiled, licking his lips. Mr. C reached over and tweaked my dad's nipple, which put him on track to shooting after having been nursed by my buddy for who knows how long. The next thing surprised us even more, as my dad pulled one of the plates of eggs over in front of him and then started shooting a huge load all over it, even squeezing his dick and shaking the last drop onto the plate of breakfast Mr. C had just prepared.

The sight of this caused Mr. C to blow a huge morning load as well, right on top of the other plate of eggs. Jonathan and I looked at each other dumbfounded. "Eat up, boys," as each of them slid the plate of eggs to his biological son. I stared at the plate of eggs with the noticeable streams of white jizz on them. Shit, if this doesn't cause me to gain 10 pounds of muscle and an inch in dick size, I don't know what will, so I started to dig in. I didn't realize how hungry I was. Jonathan, seeing me chow down, did the same. Our dads stood back and watched proudly as we devoured their man cum. As I was halfway through shoveling the cum-covered eggs into my mouth, Jonathan reached over and grabbed some with his fork and popped into his mouth. Chewing with his mouth full, he mumbled, "Bro, I haven't had a chance to taste your dad's cum yet!"

"Now you know where the taste of mine comes from, bro," I joked, punching him in the shoulder. 

Our dads were shaking their heads at their goofball sons joking over the taste of the family cum.

"So, boys, we need the house for a bit around noon. You two should hit the gym, and then be back promptly at 1:30," my dad commanded. "Go wash up."

Jonathan and I looked at each other and shrugged. When I looked over at the clock, I realized it was already 11:30. "We better run, man," I nudged Jonathan. We walked closely up the stairs, starting to share the details of our solo encounters last night and hopped in the shower together.

Turns out we both surprised each other. Jonathan ended up fucking Mr. C in the shower, which blew my mind. I almost had to jack off listening to the blow by blow as he described how it happened in the very shower I had blown Mr. C hours earlier.

The look on his face as I described what happened with Bryson, and my dad watching, was priceless. He didn't even hear Bryson come or go, so he thought I had just fallen asleep with my dad. "Dude, our dads are fucking pervs," Jonathan observed. "How did we not know this before?"

"I know, right? We've totally been missing out, man," I responded. "But you'll be happy to know that your dad's cum tastes just like yours, just like my dad's tastes like mine, bro." I think that's a good sign we're going to become studs just like them, I thought to myself, becoming even more confident by the hour.

"I'd like another taste, bro, just to be sure, but it sounds like our dads are cooking up something. It's weird they want us out of the house, right?" Jonathan was suspicious something was up. "So let's save our loads in case we need them soon, man."

I nodded in agreement, both of us knowing that shooting a load right before the gym would wipe us out and throw us off our game. Both still hard, we hopped out of the shower, toweled off, threw on our jocks and gym shorts and tank tops and headed toward the front door, minutes before noon as commanded. "Men of the house, the boys are leaving!" Jonathan yelled jokingly as we walked out the front toward my car, throwing our bags in the back seat.

I backed out of the driveway and then continued backing up down the street a bit. "What are you doing, man?" Jonathan asked, confused as to why we were still moving in reverse.

"Aren't you curious what's going on?" I asked, as I parked four houses down the street and put the car in park. "If our dads were just fucking each other, they wouldn't have kicked us out of the house. I need to know what's up." Jonathan smiled and pulled out his phone to waste time as we sat there, waiting for something to happen.

"Yo, my girl's asking what we're doing tonight," he leaned over, showing me her text that had a picture of her tits she'd just sent with the invitation.

"Fuck, tell her we're trapped with male bonding night with our lame dads," I suggested, knowing something hot was going to happen again tonight. But her tits did cause me to chub up a bit. I'd fucked his girl a couple times before they got together, and those tits were amazing. I had given him some pointers on what she liked in bed before they started fucking.

Just then, two cars pulled into Jonathan's driveway. Out of the jeep jumped four older muscular bear type guys in tight swim trunks and tank tops, and out of the Mercedes, two silver haired well dressed men in polos, sunglasses and expensive looking pants walked up to the door. Jonathan and I were staring, mouths open, at the parade of men walking toward the house. Mr. C opened the door in what looked like a white thong or speedo, hard to tell from a distance, but he clearly knew the guys and welcomed them inside.

"Are they having a pool party or something?" Jonathan wondered.

"That, or an orgy," I joked. We had watched too much porn. "I knew something was up. Alright, ready to hit the gym?" I asked as I started the car and drove past his house, just as another car was pulling up. I noticed four more guys getting out of the car in my rear view mirror as we turned the corner.

At the gym, we decided it was chest day, having destroyed our legs at the stadium the day before, and doing squats on my dad's dick. The workout was so-so, as my mind was elsewhere trying to make sense of the scene at Jonathan's house as we left. How could he not be trying to figure this out? "Dude, don't you wonder what's going on?" I pressed him during one of our rests off bench press.

"I don't know man, they told us to split, so who knows?" he responded, surprisingly disinterested other than plating some more weights. After a while, we called it quits and headed to the locker room to shed our sweaty clothes. As I turned to walk toward the steam room, I noticed Bryson round the corner, naked as usual, with a couple of his college buddies by his side. As he passed me, he winked and said, "hey bro, good pump today," nodding toward my chest.

I struggled not to pop wood right there in the middle of the locker room reliving that stud pounding me last night, so I rushed to the shower to rinse off before slipping into the steam room. I had seen Jonathan head to the jacuzzi. As the steam kicked on, I leaned back to relax, still getting flashbacks of Bryson's cock in my mouth and ass, causing me to bone up a bit. Who cares, I was alone.

My eyes were closed, daydreaming, and it was loud as the steam was filling up the room, so I didn't hear the steam room door open. When I opened my eyes, I realized an older gentleman, muscular with tattoos up across his chest and down his left arm, had plopped down right beside me, towel open. From what I could see through the steam, he had an impressive cock.

I was getting too warm, so I hopped up, leaving my towel behind to pull the chain that released a waterfall of ice cold water on my head, causing me to gasp at the shock of the cold water. As I wiped the cold water from my face, I noticed Mr. Tattoos was still looking at me. "Hey, there, son. Saw you and your buddy working chest pretty hard today. Can see the results, there."

"Thank you, sir," I replied politely and plopped down on top of my towel next to him, not bothering to cover up my dick with my towel.

"How old are you, son? You look like that age where you're about to explode with testosterone and muscle," he said, staring at me, periodically reaching down to scratch his cock and pull on his balls. Was this dude for real hitting on me in the steam room? Before yesterday, I would have been mortified to get caught doing anything at the gym that I go to nearly every day, most of the time with my dads who know half the men in here. But today, with my newfound sexual confidence, I decided to mess with him.

"17, sir, but my dad says I'm developing quicker than the other boys, so he sneaks me into this gym to work out," adjusting the tone of my voice to try and be a convincing 17 year old boy.

"Damn, son. You are developing early. Let me take a look at you. I'm a doctor, so don't worry." He reached over and felt my chest, sliding down to my abs. I laughed in my head wondering if this guy thought the old "doctor" routine would work. But I get super horny working out, and I could sense a blow job coming on, so I decided to fuck with this guy.

"That feels good, sir, er, I mean, doctor." I moaned in a quasi-baby voice, my dick getting hard and needing a hot mouth. He took the bait and then moved his hand down to grasp my hard cock. Moaning louder than usual, I played with him, "My dad says only he is allowed to touch me there, doctor, but it does feel good."

"I just need to check something else out," as he leaned down to take my dick in his mouth. Finally.
The guy ended up being a good cocksucker, and I blew a huge load in his mouth within a couple minutes. He quickly bolted, thinking he had just molested a 17 year old, and I was content with having just shot a huge load. 

Jonathan entered soon after and proclaimed, "There you are, man. Where the fuck you been?"

"Some dude just sucked my dick, man. I'm relaxing," I said confidently as I leaned back with my arms behind my head, pleased with how my sweaty body looked after a good workout.

"Well I just blew your buddy Bryson in the shower stall," he said excitedly.

"No shit?" I perked up.

"Yeah, bro, I was hanging in the jacuzzi when he and his buds came in. He sat next to me and asked me if I was your buddy that was at the house last night. I said yea, and then he started brushing his leg against mine under the water and the bubbles while he was chatting with his friends. I reached over and started playing with his cock, his buddies having no idea. Then he got up, and told his buddies he was gonna go take a shit, so he'll be a while, and he winked at me as he got up, so I followed him." Jonathan was giddy telling the story.

"So then what, man??" I was getting hard again.

"I got out too and casually walked toward the stalls, where he was waiting and motioned me into the last one. He pushed me down to sit on the toilet and said 'your buddy set a pretty high bar sucking my cock,' so I sucked the shit out of him until he shot in my mouth," he recounted.

"Nice, bro!" I congratulated him, knowing how hot it felt to land such a masculine older jock stud's dick. He was gleaming with pride. "How'd it taste? I didn't get to try it in my mouth last night." He responded with a gesture of a chef kissing his hands, and we laughed. Look at us, two fucking studs who just two days ago were only playing with each other. This whole new world had opened up, and it was ours.

Looking at my watch, I said, "Yo, we better get rinsed off and get back home. It's almost time."
We both headed to the showers to wash off and got dressed to head home. I didn't see Bryson in the locker room like I had wanted. Oh well.

As we were pulling up to Jonathan's house, I noticed all the cars still in his driveway and parked on the street. That's strange. We had to park a few houses down. We grabbed our bags and walked up to the house right at 1:30. Just then, I got a text from my dad that read "Boys, do exactly as I say. Walk into the the foyer, drop your bags and take your clothes off. There are two jock straps and two black masks (the kind like Zorro) on the side table. Put them on, and then come to the back and do exactly what anyone tells you to do. No questions or limitations."

"Dude, look at this," as I motioned to Jonathan to look at the text from my dad himself.

"What the fuck," was all he could mutter as he looked up at me for some guidance.

"Bro, I knew something was up. But we gotta do it. It's our dads, and I trust them..." I offered up, encouraging him not to drop his bag and run.

"What the hell, man, as long as we're together, brother." Sweet, he was in. As we stepped in the front door, we both were stopped in our tracks by what we saw in the living room and through the windows to the back yard around the pool. It looked like a sea of men in various stages of undress or nudity, all older and all muscular, but oddly, all in various types of masks or dark sunglasses. 

We looked at each other, smiling, half out of excitement and half out of nervousness on what was about to come.

As instructed, we both shed our clothes, and grabbed the jocks sitting on the table by the door. These weren't your typical sports store Bike jocks with the thick waistband and pouch. These were skimpy, quarter-inch waist band with a semi-transparent cloth pouch that we both strained to fit our cocks in. They were clearly a couple sizes too small, as the straps pulled tightly against our asses, pulling them together and out. As I looked over at Jonathan struggling to get his arranged, I noticed how hot his ass looked in his.

We put the Zorro masks on, looked at each other for encouragement, fist bumped, and then walked out to the back patio by the pool, where we quickly became the center of attention for these older jock studs.

"Well, men, I told you I had a treat for you today. In fact, I have two treats for you," a deep voice in a mask from across the pool proclaimed, as all eyes ascended on Jonathan and me.

To be continued....

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