Dude's Day with Dad

Pool Party

"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.

It was bright outside, so our eyes were adjusting as Jonathan and I scanned the back yard. There had to be about 15 guys back there, all staring at the two teens that had just entered. My thoughts were racing...So many hot daddies, surely I was gonna get laid. But then I quickly turned back to think about this other life of my dad, and how me and my mum had no idea. What was his role in this? Was this a regular group? Is it just a normal bbq pool party?

I looked over at Jonathan, who seemed to be going through the same thought process. Damn, he looked good in that jock and mask though. He should wear that for Halloween.

Soon, a masked man threw his arm around Jonathan. I quickly recognized my dad, but was surprised to see he was wearing my jock from the night before. He guided Jonathan over to a group of shirtless men with hairy chests. "Gents! This is Jonathan, Chase's boy, but basically a second son to me," as he patted Jonathan on the ass, smiling as the men drooled over my best friend. "Why don't you get these men some beers, Jonathan, and anything else they need," my dad instructed Jonathan. Jonathan obeyed and turned to head back into the house to fetch the beers, his ass cheeks bouncing up and down in that tight jock, drawing more stares from the men. I knew Jonathan was going to love the attention.

"Hey, Zach! Aren't you going to introduce us?" I heard a man to my right yell across to my dad. He had an accent, but I couldn't quite place it. My dad nodded and walked toward me, giving me a chance to admire his daddy dick filling out my jock. He guided me by my lower back toward the two silver foxes, who I was pretty sure were the ones that I had seen getting out of the Mercedes earlier when we were heading to the gym. Both were very tall, tan, muscular and defined chest and abs, one hairy and the other smooth, and sporting very tight white speedos that showed some impressive cocks through the white fabric. They were sporting some expensive looking rings and necklaces.

"Make these guys happy," he whispered firmly in my ear as we got close.

"Paulo! Lucas! Hope you're enjoying yourselves," my dad hugged each of the men, followed by kisses on cheeks. "This is my boy, Brandon. As you can see, quite the athlete, a rower, and at 16, already trying to catch up with his dad," he said, grabbing his crotch, joking. Paulo and Lucas smiled, pulling down their sunglasses to look me up and down approvingly. "But the way he fills out that jock, he's almost ready to join you on the beach down in Rio with those muscle boys you got down there." Ok, so they were Brazilian. I would have guessed Italian. "Well, I gotta go check on something, so I'll let you men get to know each other." My dad then sauntered off, his beautiful ass showing in my jock.

Meanwhile, a group of about six men were surrounding Jonathan, hands starting to touch and rub all over him, one guy very pleased with Jonathan's perky ass. One of the guys from Mr. C's rugby team leaned over and whispered into Jonathan's ear, "You wanna play a game, son?" Jonathan smiled and nodded in agreement. Mr. Rugby smiled at the others and then quickly walked into the house only to return holding what looked like a rope or dog leash and something else. From behind, he lifted Jonathan's Zorro mask off his face but quickly replaced it with a black blindfold. Jonathan grinned and jokingly reached out like he was blind, his hands intentionally colliding with several hairy chests and even an exposed dick.

I was casually looking over my shoulder to watch this unfold, wondering what was about to happen to my buddy, while the Brazilians continued to check me out, starting to run their fingers across my chest and down my abs. I scanned the rest of the yard and caught Mr. C, sipping on a long neck watching his son, grinning, his hard cock sticking out of his briefs.

When I looked back over to Jonathan, I saw Mr. Rugby put the leash around my buddy's neck and gently pull it until the slack went away. I could tell Jonathan was surprised and he tensed up a bit. Mr. Rugby then led Jonathan by the leash into the living room, where the furniture had been pushed back to create a large open space in the middle of the room. I realized I was being rude to my new friends, so I turned and paid some attention to them, commenting them on their chests, as well as their speedos, licking my lips as I looked down at their packages. I could tell they liked that. I asked Paulo and Lucas if I could get them a drink. They appreciated my hospitality, so I walked slowly into the kitchen to see what was going on in the living room.

I froze as I walked into the kitchen and saw the scene going on in the living room. Jonathan was standing in the center of the room, his hands tied behind his back, blindfold still on, with about 6 guys standing around him, groping him all over. Jonathan's cock was straining against the jock pouch, but nobody had released it yet. He was squirming with each touch, especially when one of the men would tweak a nipple. My dad then walked up to Jonathan and grabbed his face firmly causing Jonathan's mouth to open, involuntarily at first, but he then opened wider. My dad then spit in Jonathan's open mouth and landed a pretty firm slap across his face. Jonathan was caught off guard but recovered and stood straight up, chest puffed out. I could tell he was into it. This was a side of Jonathan, and my dad, I hadn't expected.

My dad then walked behind Jonathan, caressing his ass before planting a big firm smack right across his right cheek, leaving a big red handprint on his smooth ass, causing Jonathan to gasp, but then grin. By this time, all the men in the room had their cocks out and were stroking, watching the show. "I think the boy likes it, guys, what do you think?" My dad asked the audience, rotating Jonathan around so everyone could get a full view of each side of him.

"You gonna share this time, Zach??" One of the guys yelled out, joking. What did that mean, "this time," I thought to myself.

Just then I felt two hands on my backside, and when I turned, I saw my new Brazilian daddies, one on each side of me. "We thought our new boy got lost," Paulo said in a heavy sexy accent, his hand sliding down my back and caressing my ass cheeks. Lucas focused on the front, teasing my chest and moving his hand down to lightly tease my dick through the thin fabric of the jock my dad has left out for me. I immediately started getting hard, and when I looked over at Lucas, he leaned in and kissed me sensually as Paulo started kissing my neck from behind, sending shivers down my body that shot straight to my teenage cock. "Let's watch the show a little, yes?" Paulo asked. I grinned and nodded, and slid a hand down each of their speedos to finally get a feel for what they were packing down there. As expected, I could tell they had two huge thick uncut cocks slowly growing. I quickly felt that Lucas was a big precummer, so I got some on my thumb and pulled my hand out to slowly lick it off with my tongue while winking at him. He was noticeably larger when I put my hand back down his speedo.

Back in the living room, now a stage, my dad had gotten Jonathan on his knees, arms still tied behind him, and still blindfolded in front of this group of horny men. "Well, men, I am feeling generous this afternoon, so I think I will share this second son of mine. Who wants to sample first?" He asked, looking around the room. "Mike! I believe you already know this boy, so why do you get us started?" Responding to grunts and cheers from the rest of the guys, Mike, a short but very muscular man in his 50s with a ripped torso and tree trunk legs stood up, already naked and hard.

As he pulled off his sunglasses, I immediately recognized the guy as Jonathan's wrestling coach. I never even knew his name was Mike, as he was just "Coach Brady" to all of us at the high school. Holy fucking shit. Jonathan and I had jacked off so many times fantasizing about Coach Brady, but I never in a million years thought it was ever possible. I reached down to unleash my hard cock from my jock, and put my hand on my cock. Paulo swatted my hand away and replaced it with his, squeezing firmly.

Meanwhile, Coach Brady walked toward Jonathan and instructed my best friend to open his mouth. I wonder if he recognized the voice giving him orders. Jonathan complied and Coach Brady placed his throbbing cock head right on Jonathan's lips, causing Jonathan to tongue the head and then lean forward to start taking more of the rock hard cock into his mouth. "Fuck yeah, you trained this boy good, Zach and Chase!" the Coach proclaimed, sliding his dick even further into Jonathan's eager mouth.

"We owe that body to you, Mike!" Mr. C proclaimed. I hadn't seen him come into the living room, but he was now stroking on the couch watching his son such the Coach. "Don't hold back, he can take it!" I wonder if Jonathan still hadn't figured it out yet.

My dad was standing next to Coach with his arm around him, getting an up close view of his cock sliding into Jonathan's mouth, tweaking the Coach's big nipples occasionally, and grabbing Jonathan's head to pull it faster onto his cock. Mr. C and the rest of the dads were loving it, as was I. Whenever Jonathan would gag slightly, my dad would make the Coach pull out, so that he could slap Jonathan firmly across the face and tell him to try harder, before thrusting his head back onto the cock waiting in front of his face.

My dad then tapped Coach out before he could cum, and invited a cycle of about 6 other men of varying body types and ages, but all at least 7.5 inch cocks. But my dad didn't let any of the other men cum either. Jonathan took each cock like a champ, gagging less and less. Who knows whether it was the threat of a hit from my dad or his throat loosening up from all the dicks sliding in. He was, though, moaning more and more, which drove the men crazy, and I could tell he was loving the audible reaction from the audience. I wasn't sure if I was going to tell him about Coach Brady, as I had some ideas about how to play that.

After giving all the men a try at Jonathan's mouth, he proclaimed, "Gentlemen, gather around. I think this boy is thirsty. From what I've seen, he's been a good boy and deserves a drink. What do you think?" The horny group of men nodded and grunted in agreement, walking toward Jonathan, pulling on their rock hard dicks. Just like many of the pornos Jonathan and I watched, they gathered around him, their little cocksucker, and started to jack off. Jonathan was eager and leaned forward to continue sucking as many cocks as he could get his mouth on, my dad steering his blindfolded face towards the array of dicks.

It wasn't long before one of the men signaled he was about to cum. One of the other guys grabbed Jonathan's head and directed it in front of the dude about to shoot, so that he could aim his load directly into Jonathan's mouth. The guy was loud as fuck while he was shooting, but managed to get most of his load straight into Jonathan's eager open mouth, which he immediately swallowed. As he smiled and licked his lips, a cheer of the men erupted "Atta boy!! You like that fucking daddy cum, huh?!"

The second shooter soon followed, landing streams of hot cum into Jonathan's mouth, and also across his face and even his shoulder, as the guy was a long-distance shooter. Number 2 and Number 3 came at the same time, their dicks rubbing up against each other as they competed to aim into his eager mouth. Jonathan rewarded them by fitting both of their cock heads into his mouth at the same time to squeeze out the last drops of their loads. Mike, or Coach Brady, as we know him, was next, and decided to set his own course by grabbing Jonathan from the back of the head and thrusting his dick down Jonathan's throat as he shot his load. Jonathan got ever drop, so the spectators didn't even see a drop of white cum emerge. All these years of Jonathan and me practicing on each other were paying off.

Several times I had to pull a Brazilian hand off my dick to prevent me from shooting, this visual was so hot. I wish someone was taking a video so I could jack off to it later. This was so much better than banging Jonathan's big titty chick, I thought to myself.

This cum feeding continued until most of the guys in the room, save for my dad, Mr. C and Mr. Rugby had fed Jonathan a load. My dad signaled Mr. C to get up and he approached Jonathan, still blindfolded at this point, with several guys' cum dripping off his face. My dad whispered something to Mr. C, which caused Mr. C to grin and nod his head. They pulled the coffee table from the side of the room right next to Jonathan, still waiting with his mouth open for another load, not knowing what was going on. My dad directed Jonathan to stand up, at which point Mr. C pulled down his jock, releasing a huge pardon that had been restrained for over an hour. They then got him to lay on his back on the table so that his head was hanging off one end and his legs and ass off the other.

Mr. C bent down to kiss his son on the lips, the cum medley from the audience mixing as their tongues caressed. He then then wiped off some of the cum from Jonathan's face and rubbed it on his dick, walking around to the side of the table with Jonathan's legs. My dad walked up, dropping his jock, well, my jock, on the ground and releasing his massive daddy cock that made me, and shoved it into Jonathan's open mouth. I could see from the kitchen Jonathan's throat expanding as my dad's cock slid all the way in. Mr. C then stood at the other end of the table and raised Jonathan's legs, exposing his jock boy ass. He rubbed his cum-covered fingers against his son's ass and then leaned forward to press his cock against him. Jonathan's ass opened for his dad's dick to slide in, causing him to moan loudly against my dad's dick, which was filling his mouth completely.

My dad and Mr. C started pumping Jonathan in unison from both ends, the rest of the men cheering them on. The site of their hot daddy asses flexing as they thrust their hard cocks into my best friend from both ends almost made me cum with just the slighted touch from Lucas, who was now caressing my balls. They were grinning at each other, alternating encouraging outbursts of "Fuck yeah," "Such a hot boy," "Take that ass/mouth." After destroying Jonathan from both ends for about 15 mins, my dad fist bumped Mr. C and signaled he was close. This caused Mr. C to pound Jonathan's ass even harder. Some of the guys had gotten up to get a closer view and even the ones who had just cum were jacking off again.

"Oh fuck! Let's give this boy our loads, buddy!" My dad proclaimed, right as he thrust his dick far down Jonathan's throat. At the same time, Mr. C loudly screamed a string of expletives that would have made a sailor blush, as he pushed his dick deep inside Jonathan's ass, pumping him full of cum. Right then, I noticed the streams of cum shooting out of Jonathan's cock onto his chest, even though nobody was touching his cock. I didn't even know that was possible.

After they finished pumping into Jonathan, my dad and Mr. C slowly pulled out of his holes and looked down at the cum-drenched teenager laying on the table. They smiled proudly and patted each other on their asses, still catching their breath.

"Time for me to try the other end!" Coach Brady proclaimed, rock hard again as he walked around toward Jonathan's ass. I think Jonathan had probably thought he was done, but Coach Brady was on a mission as he spit on his hand and rubbed his cock, guiding it into Jonathan's bare ass. Mr. Rugby decided to take the other end, slapping his big dick against Jonathan's cum-drenched face. Jonathan knew his place by now and opened wide to let the monster cock slowly slide all the way in, going even deeper than before because of the angle of Jonathan's neck.

Coach Brady was much more rough on Jonathan's ass, really pounding him deep and fast, his hands holding Jonathan's ankles so he could control how open Jonathan's ass was. The guys were cheering him on, which just made the Coach thrust his hips even harder. My dad and Mr. Chase were watching with delight along the side of Jonathan, my dad's arm around Mr. C's lower back. Coach Brady soon signaled that he was about to pump another load into Jonathan, as he began to jackhammer his ass. He grunted and moaned loudly as he was shooting his load, holding it deep into Jonathan. This must have made Jonathan contract his throat, because Mr. Rugby immediately started shooting his load deep into Jonathan's stomach. He pulled out as he was still cumming, though, drenching Jonathan's face even more with warm cum. Once they regained their breath, Mr. Rugby and Coach Brady sauntered off toward the back yard for a dip in the pool, along with several of the other guys.

Finally, my dad reached down and took the blindfold off Jonathan and planted a big kiss on his lips, whispering "you made us proud, son."

Jonathan sat up, wiping some of the cum from his face and licking it off his fingers. "Can I go rinse off, dad?"

"Sure, son. Go shower off, but be sure to come back soon. Some of the guys wanna spend some more time with you," Mr. C responded.

Jonathan got up, and as he was walking toward the stairs, he looked over and noticed me, entangled with two muscular Brazilians, and smiled. I mouthed "so hot" to him, to which responded, "holy fuck," and then ran upstairs trying not to drip cum off of himself along the way.

I was still processing what I had just seen, when Lucas said to me, "So, shall we?"

I was a little confused, as there were so many ways that could go. I mean, I was ready to drop to my knees and suck the shit out of these Brazilian cocks, but it sounded like he meant something else. "Uh, shall we what, man?"

Paulo responded, struggling for the words in English, "we, eh, have you for the night, so, we go back to our hotel now."

I was still struggling to understand what was going on when my dad approached, grinning widely and his big dick flopping around, "So, you catch all that? Jonathan was a champ, right?! What a boy! But wait until you see mine in action!" He reached out and hugged Paulo and Lucas, his hand grabbing each of their asses as they embraced.

I reached out and hugged my dad, whispering in his ear, "Dad, they want me to go to a hotel with them," expecting him to shut that down immediately.

To my surprise, my dad whispered back, "Go with them, they'll drop you back off in the morning." He said it in the same way as if I was going to spend the night at Jonathan's, rather than telling me to ride off with two Brazilian dudes I didn't even know.

"But, dad, I have school and practice tomorrow."

He sensed my hesitation and responded with a stern, "Go, and like I said, make these guys happy."

I guess I didn't have a choice, so Paulo and Lucas kissed my dad on the cheek, and then led me toward the door. I looked back over my shoulder and my dad had already started joking with a couple of the other guys, as I was led out the door, still in my jock and mask toward the black Mercedes where a big hulking driver in a black suit and sunglasses opened the back door for the three of us.

To be continued....

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