Encounter at the Sex Club

WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between family members. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy.

Chapter 1

As a married father of three boys, 19, 17 and 16, and a full time job as an executive at an advertising firm, I have what many would consider the perfect life. But being the alpha male at work and at home has always left me with a hidden desire, an itch that I needed to scratch every so often. And that was to be dominated in the bedroom by younger men.

I think I've always been bisexual, having had the occasional sexual experiences with other men going back to high school, where guys on my baseball team would routinely jack each other off after games. A fit athlete myself, I'd always been attracted to muscular jocks, usually around my age. But when I turned 30, something changed, and all of a sudden, all I wanted was to get fucked by muscular guys in their early 20s. And once I found out I was what they call a "muscle daddy", it wasn't hard to find studs wanting to fuck an older fit guy like me.

I usually held myself back and only messed around when I was out of town on work trips, but occasionally the urge would consume me all of a sudden, and I'd head to the local gay men's sauna that has a dark sex maze and rooms in the back for private members to suck and fuck freely. Although I have a couple local regular guys I can call on, I tend to like the thrill of the chase with new guys.

Today, Halloween, one of my urges took over me, and all day all I could think of was a hot younger cock filling my ass with his spunk. But unfortunately, my wife and I had an office costume party, and I knew I'd never be able to get away. That is, until last minute when she was putting on her costume and makeup, she ran to the bathroom and started puking. God I hoped she just had food poisoning and wasn't pregnant.

I offered to stay home with her, but she knew my company's CEO was in town from London and I needed to make an appearance. With the boys out with their friends, she decided to stay home to hand out candy and I made my way to the work event downtown, which just so happened to be about a block away from the sauna club.

I made sure to be seen and say hi to everyone important at the party, including the CEO, and my coworkers' wives who know mine, and then ducked out as quickly as possible, trying to restrain my cock, which had been growing hard at the thought of getting my ass railed by a hot young jock tonight.

I grabbed my bag from my trunk and headed into the discreet unmarked entrance off a dark alley. Zach, a hot young stud who had fucked me a couple times in the back room, was manning the reception tonight.

"Hey, Mr. P! Happy Halloween, man!" he said, his big grin showing off his dimples and his thick juicy lips. An aspiring "model", he was showing off his bulging muscles with a loose fitting tank top.

"Hey, Zach. How is it tonight?" I asked.

"Theme night, right up your alley, daddy. Inter-generational!" he said. "We let in all the below 21 year olds for free tonight. Some pretty hot ones already in there."

"Fuck yeah. Nice!" I said.

He buzzed me into the grey door. "Have fun, and if you don't find what you need, I'm here all night," he said, winking at me, as I disappeared into the dimly lit hall.

I headed to the locker room, and stripped down to just my tight red briefs that showed off my muscular ass and accentuated my bulge, and put on my black leather boots and my black piggy mask. I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. At 45, I still have a great body. Nice muscular hairy pecs and big arms, with thick legs, the result of years of baseball and rugby.

"Looking good, daddy," a twink said to me as he walked behind me, pinching my ass. I did love the attention from the younger guys, although I'm not really into twinks. I want a guy that can match, or exceed, my strength, to overpower me, and I'm pretty damn strong.

Pleased with how I look in my mask and briefs, I made my way back to the sex maze. Although dimly lit, I could see a larger than usual crowd, many of which were in costumes, or at least parts of costumes, with guys ranging from young, seemingly high school age, to older silver foxes. Something for everybody.

As I slowly made my way through the various turns and corners, I felt stray hands reaching out to grope my hairy muscular body, and a few guys coming up to talk to me. But none of them really fit the bill with what I wanted tonight.

I made my way to the outdoor smoking patio. I recognized a couple buddies, who were smoking cigars on the bench while getting sucked by two younger guys kneeling in front of them.

I pulled off my mask, which was starting to get hot. "Hey, fellas!"

"Hey, Jimmy! Come join us. Have a cigar, and I'm sure we can find another cocksucker for you. Great selection tonight," Roger, one of the regulars at the club, said. Roger is about my age, also married, but even more jacked than me. He loves to get sucked and will fuck just about anything that walks with his massive 10 inch cock. The younger boys go crazy for him, and I've enjoyed watching him in action a couple times.

"Thanks, buddy," I said, accepting a cigar. "Just got here. The misses bailed on me for the office party, so I've got a couple hours of freedom," I said. I looked down at the younger boy doing his best to try to fit as much of Roger's thick cock in his mouth, but he was struggling. Roger didn't even pay attention to him.

"I've seen a couple younger tops that I know are your type, man, so don't worry. Some hot ones here tonight," Carlos, a taller hairy Latino guy that was a little older than me, slimmer, but toned, with a beautiful eight inch cock. Although he's not exactly my type, the first night we met, I was so horny that I let him fuck me, and we've been friends ever since. Turns out our wives knew each other before we'd even met. The boy sucking his cock was having more luck getting all the way down to the base of his dick than Roger's cocksucker.

After hanging out outside for a bit, I was getting restless and wanted more than a blowjob. "Well, guys, I'm gonna go on the prowl. Wish me luck," I said, putting my mask back on and heading back in.

As I looked down the hallway, I saw a guy in the distance walking away from me. He was wearing baseball cleats and socks pulled up his muscular calves, with a red and black jock strap, showing off his perfectly smooth but beefy ass. The way it flexed as he walked, I could tell it was pure muscle. Scanning up his body, he had a muscular back, with large shoulders and bulging triceps, with a backward ball cap on. This may just be the top jock I need tonight. I immediately started walking toward him, trying to catch up.

As I caught up to this stud within a couple feet, I was mesmerized by his glutes, probably the most amazing ass I'd ever seen, even on guys in porn. He even had those cute lower back dimples right above his butt.

Almost involuntarily, I reached out to grab one of his muscular orbs. As my hand gently squeezed his ass, I glanced up, and something hit me all of a sudden. I would recognize that backward ball cap anywhere. I had bought it for my oldest son Garrett at his very first Dodgers game when we lived in LA. It was worn out and tattered at this point, and the left brim had a trademark chunk missing from it, the result of the hat falling into the ocean off a boat and getting chewed up by the motor, but still salvageable.

I stood there, confused and in shock, and it was like the world was in slow motion as the boy turned around in response to me groping his muscular ass.

Seeing him through my mask, it was confirmed. I could very clearly see Garrett's face as he turned to face me. As part of his costume he had two black streaks under each of his eyes. He grinned, and looked down at my body, then back up at my mask.

"Mmmmm, hey, daddy. Trick or treat," he said, in a seductive voice, his hand reaching up to pinch my nipples.

My heart was racing, worried he'd recognize me, but it seemed like the mask and the low light was keeping my identity safe, at least for now. Meanwhile, a million thoughts were scrolling through my head. Was Garrett gay? He'd always been super masculine and into chicks. I'd even walked in on him fucking girls a couple times. And he just called me "daddy". Was he into older guys?!

As I stood there silent with these thoughts running through my mind, I also realized that my son's hands were feeling up my chest and pinching my nipples. I glanced down and noticed the large bulge straining against his jock strap.

I panicked and turned and walked away fast, ducking into a dark corner of the maze. Fuck, what just happened? Why is my son here? Has he been here before? And Christ, why was I checking out his ass in that jock. I mean, it did look good from behind. Fuck, stop thinking about that!

I was almost hyperventilating in my mask, when I looked down and realized my cock was rock hard, straining against my briefs. I really just needed to get fucked. I tried to put my son out of my mind. I needed to find another hot jock, one that wasn't created from my own seed.

That is, until I felt a firm hand on my ass. "There you are. Why'd you run away? I'm pretty sure I'm your type," he said, his hand reaching down to squeeze my hard cock through the cloth of my briefs. "Mmmmmm, so hot, daddy."

I was frozen. Part of me wanted to bolt, but at the same time, part of me was strangely enjoying the hand that was squeezing my dick. I glanced down at my son's muscular smooth torso. He could be a cover model for any magazine. But until now, I'd never looked at him this way. Maybe I was just too horny.

Then he leaned into to me. "You wanna come back to my room with me?"

I hesitated, but then gave in, nodding yes. That caused him to smile widely, as he reached down and grabbed my hand, leading me through the maze and into the hall to his room, letting me stare at his ass the whole time, perfectly framed by the elastic bands of his jock strap as it flexed with each step.

He closed the door behind us, my heart still racing, wondering what I was doing here, with my own son.

He turned to me. "You're so fucking hot, man. Just my type. Big muscle daddy."

Still reluctant to talk, I nodded, looking down at his bare chest, admiring the definition of his pecs and abs.

"Can I tell you something, man?" he said to me, getting quite serious. I nodded.

"I've got this fantasy. I mean, it's totally fucked up, but I can't help it..." he paused, debating whether to say it. "It's my dad. He's this total masculine straight stud, and he could kick my ass any day. But, I just, I, uh, I've always wanted to fuck him....Shit, is that weird??" he asked, looking at me.

Hearing him say this had the immediate effect of making my dick rock hard. I'd never even thought about one of my sons wanting to fuck me, but now the he was standing in front of me, confessing these feelings he had for me, I couldn't help but get immediately aroused. I shook my head no.

"I mean, he's got an amazing body just like yours...I just want to make him proud of me, but at the same time, I don't know, I just want to fuck his brains out...I'm sorry, man. I know this must be weird," he said.

I debated in my mind ripping my mask off to comfort Garrett, seeing the struggle he was going through. But at the same time, these confessions were making me horny as fuck, and I didn't want to all of a sudden make him clam up.

Still horny myself, I got up on the small bed, on my knees with my ass facing him, glancing back through my mask at him.

"Fuck, you're down for that role play, pretend to be my hot dad?" he said, his hands reaching out to start caressing my hairy muscular ass through my tight red briefs.

I nodded, giving him the go ahead. I felt his fingers grab the elastic waistband and pull them down and off my legs.

"Fuck yeah, dad!" I heard him say as his hands started exploring my bare ass.

And then I felt his tongue against my hole as his hand reached under me and wrapped around my throbbing cock. It sent a wave of pleasure across my body. I knew this was wrong, but at the same time, it made the sensation even hotter.

I couldn't help but moan through my mask. "You like that, dad?" he said. I'd heard Garrett call me dad a million times, but never like this. I almost shot my load right then, feeling his hand on my cock. I moaned, nodding yes, to signal that I wanted more.

And then I felt his hard cock rubbing along my ass. "Fuck, dad, I wanna fuck you so bad," he said, his stiff shaft wedged between my muscular ass cheeks. I pushed back into him, wanting to feel it pressed against me.

"You want your son to fuck you, dad?" he said.

"Mmmmmhmmmmm," I responded, grinding my muscle pussy against my own son's dick.

And then I felt him reposition his cock head to press against my hole as he spit down on it to provide some lube. I relaxed, letting it slide in.

"Ohhhh, fuuuck," he exclaimed as his swollen head entered my hole.

And it felt amazing. I struggled to contain myself to just grunts, as I didn't want to give myself away. But the feeling my my son's big cock head sliding into my ass was beyond amazing. I'd definitely crossed a line, but I didn't want to go back.

The way he firmly grabbed my waist and pulled me back into him made it clear that this was not his first time as a top. I just hoped he'd get rough with me.

And then I felt his open hand slap my ass loudly. "You like that cock, dad?" I moaned yes. "You're not gonna tell mom that your boy is pounding your ass are you?" I shook my head, while enjoying the sensation of my son's cock head running back and forth against my prostate. His rock hard cock was the perfect size. Big enough to stretch me out, but not too enormous to be painful.

He started to pick up the pace, his waist slapping against my ass as he started to forcefully push his cock deep inside me. I was glad that he was being verbal. It's a huge turn on for me.

"You like your fucking teenage son's cock, don't you dad??"

"Mmmmmmhmmmmm," I moaned.

He pulled out, giving my ass another firm slap and then confidently instructed me, "Flip over on you back. I want you to watch me as I fuck the shit out of you."

I happily obliged, getting on my back and holding my legs up, displaying my hungry hole for him. With a ravenous grin on his face, he reached down, aggressively groping my big pecs and feeling my biceps as I flexed for him.

He spit in his hand and lubed his cock back up, guiding it back into my hole. I could tell by his facial expressions he was loving the feel of his cock inside me. He grabbed my ankles, and like a seasoned porn star, started thrusting into me.

"Oh fuck, dad, you feel so good!" he moaned.

I couldn't take my eyes off my son's body, now lightly coated in sweat. His nipples were rock hard, perfectly proportioned to his large smooth round pecs. As he flexed from his waist to shove his dick deep inside me, his abs flexed, showing off his 12-pack. I could see every indention of his tight toned muscles.

He leaned forward, getting more on top of me, bracing himself with his hands firmly planted on my chest, as he caused my ass to arch up to accept his cock each time he slammed his muscular frame into me. I reached around him and grabbed his ass, feeling it flex with each thrust as I looked down to watch his bare eight inch cock penetrating my ass.

He continued exploring my body with his hands as he picked up the pace and intensity. When one of his hands was on my upper chest, I grabbed it and guided it up to my throat. He immediately grinned and gently squeezed around my throat. He was aggressive, his muscular arm flexing as he did it, yet cautious not to go too far.

"Yeah, dad. Take your son's huge cock!" he yelled, really getting into it.

And then, with little warning, when his dick hit me in just the right spot, without anything touching it, my cock started erupting with streams of cum.

"Fuuuuckkkk!" I yelled out involuntarily. I hoped the mask muffled my voice enough for him not to recognize me.

I'm a big cummer, and this had to be one of the biggest loads I'd ever shot in my lift. At least five streams of warm jizz had shot across my chest and abs, a couple had even shot up and hit my son's torso, already dripping back down on me. After the first big volleys, it was still slowly leaking out cum, and still rock hard as my son kept fucking me.

"Holy fucking shit, dad!" he said, amazed at the volume of my load. He reached down and wiped some off my chest with his hand and brought it up to his mouth, feasting on my load. Seeing my son eating my cum almost made me shoot again. He was savoring every drop.

After licking my load off his hand, he reached down an scooped up some more off my chest and then rubbed it all over his cock before shoving it back inside me. His eyes rolled back into his head as he held his dick inside me, lubed up with my semen.

"You want to be filled up with your son's cum, dad?" he asked, as he resumed forcefully pounding my hole.

I nodded, as my body shook from the force of his weight each time he came down on me.

"Yeah? You fucking want it, don't you dad?......Well here it comes...." And then I saw his breathing pick up even faster, and as just about every muscle in his body flexed, I felt his dick expand deep inside me and his load exploding with force, filling my hole.

"Fuuuuuckkkkkkkk!!" he yelled out so loud, the whole club probably heard it. His body continued heaving as he held his cock deep inside me. I could feel each pulse of it, knowing it was filling me with more and more of his boy juice.

The visual of my stud of a son on top of me and his dick shooting inside me was so hot, I reached down to grab my cock. It barely took one stroke before I was cumming again, still in unison with my son, as I shot more of my load across my chest and stomach, almost as much as before.

After what felt like minutes, we both finished cumming, and he collapsed on top of me, our sweat mixing with my cum between our muscular bodies, both of us out of breath and our heart rates racing from our intense orgasms.

I wrapped my arms around him, feeling each breath, as he rested his face against my neck while his dick was still inside me. I could stay here for hours like this.

"Shit, man. That was so fucking hot," he said, slowly sliding his still hard cock out of my ass. I felt some of his load start to ooze out of me. "You wanna take that mask off now?"

I shook my head. "Ok, that's cool. You wanna stay anon, I get it," he said, sitting up and wiping the sweat from his face. "And thanks for role playing like that with me. Like I said, it's one of my big fantasies. And shit, you could practically be my dad's twin, so that made it all the more hot," he continued.

I looked over at him, admiring his body, muscles still pumped up, as he leaned back on his elbows, his abs flexed. And his cock was still sticking straight up, hard as a rock, with a large drop of cum oozing out of the tip. I hadn't gotten a good look at it earlier, but it was a beautiful dick. Even a little bigger than mine, with a swollen head that explained how good it felt gliding across my prostate as he'd fucked me.

I decided to make one final move, and got up and kneeled down in front of him. I removed a lower portion of my mask that covered my mouth, but still left the rest over my face, and leaned forward, licking the drop of cum from the tip of his dick.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah, dad. You wanted to taste your son's cum, huh?"

But I wanted more than that that small sample. I slowly slid the rest of his dick into my mouth and into my throat, until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes at the base of his cock.

"Oh shit. That almost feels as good as your tight ass, dad," he said, his dick throbbing in my throat as I swirled my tongue around the base.

I slowly slid back off his cock until his swollen head was pressed between my lips, and then thrust it back in to the base, causing him to gasp.

I continued worshiping my son's cock, swirling my mouth around his amazing dick, as he writhed and moaned in pleasure, as my hands explored his muscular body, from his thick quads up to his rock hard nipples.

Although he was clearly a skilled top, I doubt he'd received expert head like this before, as it only took several minutes before I felt his hips start thrusting involuntarily and his balls tighten up against his body. "I'm cummmmminnnnnngggg," he moaned out just as I tasted the first stream of his load filling my throat.

I continued gently caressing his cock with my tongue as he shot more cum into my mouth. I was impressed at the volume of cum, being his second load in about ten minutes, as I struggled to swallow it fast enough as he kept moaning in pleasure.

With a final few pulses of his cock, he finished shooting, and collapsed back on the bed. I took another minute to savor the taste of his load, recognizing that it wasn't that dissimilar to mine, and licking up the few drops that had escaped from the edge of my mouth.

After squeezing the last drop of cum from his dick and licking it off, I sat back, admiring my stud of a son, and the whole experience catching up with me.

"Ok, dude, that was the best fucking blowjob I've had in my life," he said, enthusiastically. "Jesus fucking Christ!"

I smiled at how cute he looked, and also at the compliment.

"I know you're anon, man, but I would totally be up for meeting again. This was hot as fuck. Here, put your number in my phone," he said, tossing me his iPhone.

Without thinking, I created a new contact and put in the number for an alternative phone I use for communicating with guys, so there is no chance that my wife sees any stray texts on my regular phone. I tossed it back to him.

He chuckled as he looked at the new contact, which I had labeled as "Hot Daddy".

"I gotta be careful, cuz the things I'm gonna send to you I could not be sharing with my real dad," he joked.

He stood up, stretched, and started to put his jock strap back on, struggling to tuck his still semi-hard dick into the pouch. I grabbed my red briefs, and patted him on the ass, signaling that I was going to leave.

He reached out to give me a final hug, kissing me gently on the neck as we embraced. "Seriously, man. So fucking hot," he said as I backed out of the room.

Still in a state of bliss, I went and showered off, not wanting to turn up back home smelling like sweat and sex, and then headed out after getting dressed.

"See you next time, Zach," I said, as I walked out the front. "You were right. Found exactly what I needed tonight."

"Ah, nice, man. Next time, maybe I can join you two," he teased.

When I got home, my wife was already in bed. I checked on her, changed into a tank top and pajama pants and then went back downstairs. I poured myself some whiskey, grabbed a cigar and went to sit out on the back patio, reflecting on what had happened that night.

About twenty minutes later, my son poked his head out the back patio door.

"Hey dad, mind if I join you?"

"Sure, son. Grab a glass, and a cigar if you want," I replied.

He came out a couple minutes later carrying a glass of whiskey, but apparently passed on the cigar. He was wearing his full baseball uniform, although the top several buttons were undone, showing off his muscular chest. And he still had his backward ball cap on.

"Cheers," we both said, toasting our glasses, before he leaned back into the chair across from me, exhaling deeply.

"And how was your night, son?" I asked.

After pausing a few seconds, he took another sip and then responded. "You know, it was pretty amazing, dad."

"Well that's good to hear," I replied, pausing to see if he was going to say anything else.

After a minute of silence, he looked back over at me. "Have you ever had, you know, just like this amazing physical connection with someone, without even knowing them?"

"It sounds like you had good sex with a stranger, son," I joked. All my sons and I had been pretty open about talking about sex, although apparently it wasn't open enough since I didn't know my eldest was a power top into older daddies.

"Haha, no. I mean, yeah, and it was amazing, to be honest. But it felt more than that somehow. Like there was some deeper connection that I can't explain," he said, looking like he was in deep thought as he continued to sip on his drink. Meanwhile, this had caused my dick to become rock hard again, and I struggled to conceal it in my loose fitting pajamas.

"Well, then, I'm happy for you son. As we've talked about before, sex is a beautiful thing, and as long as it's consensual, and you're being safe...and respectful...you should explore it. It's important for a man of your age to experience different things before you eventually settle down with someone.

"You think so, dad?"

"If the person makes you happy, that's a good thing, son."

"Thanks dad. You always have the best advice....I think I'm gonna go crash. Thanks for the whiskey," he said, standing up.

I stood up and reached out to hug him, wrapping my arms around him, just like earlier that night, although this time, both of us were clothed, and my hands didn't wander down to his ass.

"Night, dad," he said, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

Minutes later, the phone next to me buzzed. I picked it up, opening the incoming text message.

"Hey, 'Hot Daddy'. It's your son. Still thinking about your hot ass and mouth."

I grinned as I read it, and pondered my response.

I then typed, "Hey son. Your dad's ass is yours whenever you want it. I can still feel your load inside me."

"Fuck that's hot," he replied instantly.

"Love to see my son get aggressive," I typed back.

"Question, dad..."

"Ask me anything," I replied.

"How do you feel about 3-ways?"

"Sounds fucking hot, son," I typed. "You have a buddy that's hot as you?"

"Yeah, my brother...."

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by Jason Smith

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