Author note: Sorry for the delay! Thanks for waiting. I hope you enjoy this chapter. But fair warning, it gets a little mean ;)
All characters in this story are 18 or older
Mark
Bringing Julian back to his home was far too risky. Sure, the boy assured him Tyler was out at class. He knew his boyfriend’s schedule, after all. And Mark knew that Charlotte was working until the evening. But, what if? Maybe his wife forgot her lunch and dashed back to grab it. What if Tyler’s class was canceled? The lust that consumed a man always had its limits. Reason crept in at some point, even if it was far too late to matter. They could get a hotel, Mark thought. I could just help Julian rent an apartment, Mark considered wildly as he and his new fucktoy entered his house.
But the presence of Julian in the house again, his bubbly personality, his eager glee radiating from his body, reminded Mark of the first time they met, just a week ago. How Julian had noticed Mark and pursued him; how Tyler watched silently on the couch; how he abetted their adultery by providing the blanket; how his boyfriend told him to stay while another man brought him home. Mark’s cock swelled at the memory, reason fading.
Tyler could not please Julian, that much was clear. He never would be able to. A happy partner did not do this. Fuck his boyfriend’s father. Yes, Julian was a slut, but Mark knew how to train sluts. Before he was married, before he had a kid and was shackled to middle-class doldrums and domesticity, it was the same way with women. Once they tasted him, felt him fill them up, they didn’t want anything else. If they sought out others, it was at his behest, or his discarding of them.
Mark was training an insatiable cockwhore with ease. The rhythms came back to him like a familiar pair of gloves. Only now the dynamic was much more severe, the consequences life-altering. Julian teased and pushed him in new ways, but when his cock was out, both he and Julian knew who was boss.
Mark was finding that he was not only fueled by the physical desire for a flawless face, tousled brown hair, a lithe body, a bubble butt adorned with a tight, smooth pink hole, or even a bratty mouth and warm, wet throat. It wasn’t even the thrill of gay sex, or even cheating on his wife. It was the grim satisfaction that he was correcting a mistake his son had made. Tyler was an idiot for not seeing this coming. Anyone who knew Julian for more than 5 minutes could see how desperately he needed to be plowed, to be fucked senselessly. That Tyler had spent a month dating Julian and never once pleased him only spoke to the egregiousness of the error.
This was bound to happen, Mark told himself. Better him than some creepy old man, who might try and hurt Julian, or worse: Tyler. But every time he filled Julian’s holes, he knew he was punishing Tyler. Even though Tyler had no clue what was happening, Mark derived a huge sense of accomplishment. He was teaching his son how to treat boys like this. Every time he came, it was the release of tension, of frustration, that he had not raised his son to respond accordingly. To put any slut into their rightful place was a gift he should have passed down to his son. And yet, it seemed it skipped a generation. Mark knew he was punishing his son, perhaps taking out his anger for failing to bestow the art on him, but he was also reminding himself of the power he had, the allure. Once again, Mark’s cock was the object of someone’s obsession, and it was a power he would not soon relinquish.
Julian slid easily out of his sweats. He was wearing a pristine, white jockstrap. It framed his smooth, pale bubble butt perfectly.
“I want it on the couch,” Julian told Mark. Mark huffed in frustration. More risk. If his paranoias came true, it would be impossible to escape now.
But Mark had demands too, as Julian invited him over by getting on all fours and wiggling his ass at Mark. Mark grabbed Juklian’s hair like he was reprimanding a dog. “I want that pretty throat first.”
Julian sent a message to somebody before swallowing Mark’s cock. Mark quickly kicked off his pants and removed his shirt, tossing it across the living room.
The warm, soft feeling of Julian’s throatpussy was to die for. Julian cupped Mark’s thick, fuzzy, muscly ass cheeks as he impaled his head on the massive 11 inch cock. Soon, the living room filled with sloppy sounds of gurgling, suctioning, and Mark’s masculine moaning. He guided the slut’s head below him with his strong hand. Each time Julian reached the base, his chin dripping with spit and pressing firmly against Mark’s heavy balls, Mark would hold his head there–one second, two, three, four, ten–until Jlian heaved, his gagging indicating Mark should let go. Mark would hold on for a second longer. Julian seemed to enjoy it though and would eagerly pull back, sucking firmly on the tip, before repeating the process again.
Somehow, Julian knew how to edge Mark with his throat. Whenever Mark felt himself getting close, Julian would slow down. He would kiss all over the shaft, suck greedily on his balls. He would even spit on Mark’s cock and suck it back up, playing with his saliva like the pornstars Mark had dutifully pumped his cock to hundreds of times. Apart from the sheer pleasure it gave Mark, he was downright impressed with Julian’s throat and admired him for being so dedicated to working Mark’s cock as well as putting on a show.
“Such a good boy,” Mark growled, caressing Julian’s head.
Julian released Mark’s balls from his mouth. The lower half of his face was covered in spit. His cheeks were flushed. “You like that, Daddy?” Julian asked sweetly.
He sure fucking did. To show his appreciation, Mark hunched over, bringing his face close to Julian’s. They had done this enough that Julian knew the drill. He opened his mouth excitedly. Mark spit into it. Julian gave an exaggerated swallow and hummed happily before returning to his cock.
“Can’t wait to breed that slutty cunt next,” Mark continued, grunting each time Julian slammed his throat down on Mark. Mark was slightly thrusting into Julian, meeting him in the middle. The fact that anyone could swallow Mark this easily was incredible. For someone with such a tiny frame to do it felt almost mythical. Mark closed his eyes as he babbled some more.
“Stupid bitch…swallow this dick…my cum slut…cockwhore…so good…fuuuuck yeah!”
Julian pulled off his cock. Mark opened his eyes and looked down. For a second, Mark thought Julian got distracted by something. He could have sworn his eyes had been looking elsewhere. But Julian kept stroking Mark’s cock, globs of spit sliding back and forth, obscenely coating Julian’s hand, and Mark forgot about it.
“How bad do you want this pussy, Daddy?” Mark asked Mark innocently. His green eyes shone as he looked up, past Mark’s throbbing dong.
“Mmm, so bad, baby,” Mark growled.
Julian’s hand released Mark, but it hovered centimeters away, teasing him. “Tell me for real.”
Mark did not hesitate. He knew that though a slut would do anything for cock, they also liked to know how much they were desired. “I need it. That cunt. That pussy. It’s the best hole I’ve ever fucked. I want it now. I want it forever.”
Julian resumed his stroking. Mark moaned softly. “Yeah, you need this fucking boypussy, Daddy. It’s all you care about, huh?”
Mark nodded.
“Say it,” Julian commanded in his bratty voice.
“Fuuuck, yes!” Mark exclaimed. “It’s all I care about.”
But Julian kept his little chat going, asking in a mock tone of concern, “But if you have me forever, what about my boyfriend?”
Mark hesitated for a beat. “What?”
“What are we going to do about Tyler?” Julian asked. Why the fuck was he bringing up Mark’s son at a time like this?
But Mark thought he knew. Whether Julian enjoyed it himself, he didn’t know. But Mark had begrudgingly acknowledged to himself that the thought of fucking his son’s new boyfriend made him harder, more aroused, more depraved than anything else. Julian had the ability to make Mark pop at the mention of his son’s name.
“He’s not going to find out,” Mark said.
“He won’t?” Julian asked, smirking slightly.
“Of course not,” Mark said, a little annoyed. “He’s a fucking idiot. His boyfriend is on his knees worshipping his dad’s cock and he still has no clue.”
“Mmm fuck yeah,” Julian said gleefully. “That loser is so fucking stupid. Throatfucking his dad in his own house.”
Mark was getting worked up now. Julian spit on Mark’s hand to continue lubing the handjob. “God, he’s so pathetic,” Mark growled.
“He’s never made me feel this good, Daddy,” Julian purred.
“No shit,” Mark chuckled. “Have you seen that dipshit? No way he could fill your holes like me.”
Julian was rocking his hips now, getting hornier. “Oooh, Daddy, you’re so mean! He’s still your only son.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Mark barked. He was feeling good now. Degrading his son, he found, was fun. It’s not like he’d ever hear this conversation anyways. “My son is a worthless–nggh–shut-in loser. Think I give a fuck what he thinks? I wish he was here now. He’d see the look on your face and know it was over. Taking you away from him is doing him a kindness. He can’t fuck. Can’t impress. How small is his dick anyways?”
Julian let out an evil, bratty laugh. He was really leaning into it now. Mark wanted to match the energy. “Oh, as if I know! That dumbass hasn’t even shown me his dick! Which means it’s probably smaller than you’re imagining.”
“Oooh, fuck,” Mark moaned. That seemed to trigger something in his brain. Tyler, his son, not only getting his boyfriend stolen away from his dad, but he was also a microdick cuck. Knowing he was bigger than his son, more of a man, made Mark throb proudly. Julian stroked his cock faster. “You’re right. He’s probably puny. Fucking virgin.”
“Fucking virgin,” Julian agreed. He shook his head as if slightly disappointed. His eyes flickered to the side, past Mark, but quickly returned to admiring the huge piece of meat in front of him. “You’re going to have to make your son’s boyfriend feel good, you know that?”
“Uh-huh,” Mark nodded.
“I need my pussy filled, fucked, and bred. Now.” Julian’s eyelids fluttered. His mock concern, his bitchy teasing replaced by pure lust.
Mark swatted Julian’s hand away from his dick. He grabbed the boy’s hair and with very little effort swung him by his head and turned him around, facing away from Mark. Julian yelped, probably from the pain of having his hair pulled. But once he was back on the couch on all fours, he eagerly wiggled his ass and arched his back. The slut grabbed both bubble cheeks and pulled them apart. His pink, sweaty hole flashing Mark. It winked, blowing kisses at him. Mark growled once again and leaned down, hungrily shoving his face into his favorite place.
Tyler
“Hey…We should talk. Could you come down? I’m outside”
Tyler’s heart raced as he dressed. His head spun at the thought of all the things he wanted to say to Julian. Anger flashed in him. He had to force himself to slow his breathing. Then he imagined what Julian was going to say to him, and once again his heart rate increased. Would he admit it? Would he break up with him? Would he beg Tyler to take him back? Would Tyler do it?
He put on a pair of jeans, which constricted his still achingly hard penis. Julian’s texts interrupted Tyler’s masturbation. Though, was it even masturbation? Tyler was humping his bed, moaning, imagining his own dad’s cock as he cried. What kind of person did that? He certainly had never done it, not that way. And yet the sensation was still strong in his mind. His 5 inch penis pressing against the bed, the friction increasing the pleasure. His tears and drool coating his face. His body trembled slightly remembering it. It was so raw, unhinged. Tyler took off the jeans. They were too tight in his crotch right now. He opted for gym shorts. He looked down at his penis, which tented his underwear. Why wouldn’t it go down? Precum was already causing a stain on the front of his shorts. He so desperately wanted to cum right now. He had half a mind to simply stroke it out right then. He should make Julian wait, that asshole. Why was he expected to be at his beck and call after days of painful silence?
But Julian was here. Actually here at his house. Yes, after days of silence, but he was here and he wanted to talk. Tyler checked his face in the mirror. He tried to tame his hair. He wiped some of the spit that was drying with his sleeve and opened the door to go downstairs.
Julian already knew something was wrong before he got to the bottom of the stairs. He heard muffled sounds, a deep voice. Tyler had assumed his dad was at work. It was the middle of the afternoon. Had Julian come into the house? That wasn’t his voice. Maybe he had turned on the TV as he waited for Tyler? That entitled jerk! But as Tyler took a few more steps down the stairs, he heard it.
“Oh, fuck yeah, shove that tongue in there!”
Tyler’s insides froze. Though it had felt like a thousand years since he heard it, and though he had never heard it with that inflection–one of scandalizing lust–he recognized Julian’s tones immediately. Tyler considered turning around and running up the stairs for a moment. He wanted this nightmare to end. He could go back, put his headphones on and blare music until it–whatever it was–was all over. It may as well never have happened. He could pretend he heard his dad watching porn again. But then he heard the deep groaning again, this time more distinct and clear. He immediately recognized that tone too. A loud “Ptah!” carried to Tyler’s ears, followed by wet splattering and a sultry, feminine moan. The deep groans of his father resumed, this time muffled.
As if propelled by some unseen force, Tyler glided down the stairs. His mind was fuzzy, his heart racing. His limbs had gone numb, his stomach churning with acid, as he reached the final landing. Tyler’s sweaty palms let go of the railing. He turned the corner and several panicked heartbeats passed as he took in the scene before him.
Tyler’s dad’s naked body was facing away from him. He was on all fours on the couch, his head positioned downwards, but he could see it making deliberate motions up and down, as if he was eating a hearty meal after weeks of starvation. What was more, Tyler immediately noticed his own dad’s fuzzy ass, which was also exposed. It stuck up in the air, and even from ten feet away, Tyler could see his asshole. The ring was pink, obscured by a thin layer of brown hair. Tyler had never considered his dad hairy, and he wasn’t necessarily. But the hair that was on his body seemed to accentuate his masculinity. To remind everyone that beneath the fuzz, and just underneath the thin layer of fat that had accumulated through age and stagnation, there were pounds of rippling muscle just waiting to be used. His big, muscly globes for ass cheeks proved to be the case. Though, he doubted many had ever seen those lately. For Tyler, this was his first time. A part of his mind, the part that was too inquisitive, too weak and easily manipulated to put a stop to this right now, wondered if his mother had seen his asshole before. That same part of him also began to hope that it was her who was in front of his dad. But that hope was quickly dashed as Julian’s voice rang out, startling Tyler.
“Fuck, Daddy! Shove that fat cock in me riiiight now.”
Tyler wanted to sob as he watched his dad lift his hulking body. His massive hand wound up and came flying down to slap Julian’s pale butt cheek. Julian yelped. His dad shifted slightly, and Tyler could see Julian’s whole body now. He too was arched on all fours. His pink, hairless asshole glistened with spit. It looked relaxed as it pulsed and pushed outward, almost invitingly. Tyler could just make out the folds of Julian’s hole. They looked soft and warm. Julian’s back was coated in a sheen of sweat. He lifted his head to look back at Tyler’s dad, his eyes wandered from head to torso, clearly mesmerized at the sight.
Tyler’s heart stopped as Julian’s eyes traveled past his dad’s body and met his own eyes. Tyler could feel his own face displaying pure shock and horror. Julian’s lips were pink and plump, perhaps swollen somehow. But he did not return the same look of surprise. In fact, he merely smirked and looked back at Tyler’s dad, who was lazily stroking his dick while groping one of Julian’s plump cheeks. He clearly was not paying attention to where Julian was looking before. Tyler couldn’t see his dad’s dick, though his arm pumped back and forth. He could tell, however, that strings of precum were flying off the head, flinging in glittering arcs before landing on Julian’s bare ass. Tyler once again was inwardly amazed at how much fluid his dad could produce. Tyler himself could probably barely release a load of cum that big, let alone precum. Tyler was ashamed to admit it, but he knew this was what a real man was like during sex. And deep down he knew he could never be that.
“Mmmm, come onnnn,” Julian whined, wiggling his butt. “I need this pussy stuffed!” Tyler’s heart received another dagger as his dad smacked Julian’s ass again, this time much harder. Tyler could see the pain on Julian’s face as he winced. But it was fleeting. His eyes became hooded with lust as Tyler’s dad responded with a gruff, growling voice.
“The fuck did I say about begging, huh?” He smacked Julian again. Another yelp. “You’ll get it when I want to give it. Got it?”
Julian nodded, looking up at Tyler’s dad with a puppy dog pout. Tyler’s dad then grabbed both of Julian’s cheeks and spread them as he leaned over and let a glob of spit fall onto his hole. Julian’s eyes traveled again to Tyler’s. Julian’s expression shifted alarmingly fast from innocent submissive to bratty as he mouthed to Tyler, “Enjoy the show” with an evil smirk. Once again, Tyler’s dad did not seem to notice.
Tyler and Julian continued to lock eyes as Tyler’s dad positioned his giant dick against Julian’s spit-soaked hole. His body had shifted so that Tyler could no longer see the penetration, but he watched as Julian’s face morphed from devious to overwhelmed, his mouth opening into a small gape as he took in Tyler’s dad. Tyler gulped. His mouth had gone dry. He was watching his own dad slide his dick into his boyfriend. Worse, his own boyfriend had set this up for him to watch.
Julian’s face continued to show the struggle of taking an enormous dick. He was going slightly red, straining. The faint outline of a vein was beginning to show on his forehead. Tyler wildly was reminded of a comical scene of a character taking a rather difficult shit. He quickly tried to shoo away that image. This was far, far worse to him. Though he could not look away even if he tried.
Julian’s panting face suddenly turned into one of shock and satisfaction, his mouth opening even wider, eyes bulging as he moaned, “Ohhhh fuckk yes!” Tyler’s dad groaned too, his hips pressed forward, his cheeks clenching.
The two stayed like that for a moment. Julian looked up at Tyler’s dad and gave him a similar smirk that he had given Tyler just before. Tyler’s dad’s hands were roaming Julian’s butt. By the way he flexed his triceps, Tyler could tell he was roughly groping the soft flesh. Tyler’s dad heaved deep, primal breaths. Julian then turned his head, facing away from Tyler’s dad, facing away from Tyler.
Tyler’s dad moved his hips backward slowly, deliberately. And then, with a sudden power, he slammed them forward. Julian let out a loud, unadulterated moan. His body spasmed beneath the grown man. He repeated the action, pulling out slowly and then thrusting in hard. Tyler’s dad repeated this again and again. Julian’s moans were growing more unhinged, babbling incoherently as Tyler’s dad merely huffed and groaned.
Tyler felt as if he was in a long, dark tunnel. At the end of that tunnel was the scene playing out before him. It hurtled toward him with dizzying speed until he was face-to-face with the horror. Tyler couldn’t remember sitting down on the kitchen island chair. The view here was closer and gave him a slightly better angle to see the action. He watched as his dad’s dick slid out. He saw how the thick, long shaft was coated in spit, sweat, and precum. He watched as it slammed forward, his powerful hairy thighs meeting Julian’s tiny, pale frame, the fat on his plump butt rippling with the force.
Tyler sat on the edge of the chair. His palms were sweating. His body shook. His mind could barely process the events, let alone their implications. He studied his dad’s face. He could barely recognize it through the lust, the sweat, the aggression. He looked like he hated Julian in that moment. And yet, there were shades of what Tyler could only describe as passion etched on his face. His dad was pounding Julian’s butt with abandon, with all the might his strength could muster. Every fiber of every muscle flexed, twitched in the effort to deliver a brutal slamfucking. Tyler had never seen his dad give this much effort into anything before. And here he was, using his body like an olympic athlete. How had he not appreciated just how strong his dad was until now. Appreciate? Was that the right word for what he was doing to his boyfriend?
Tyler’s heart still raced. He worried vaguely that he would have a heart attack if it kept up at this rate. His hands gripped the arms of his chair so tightly he thought the wood would snap in two. But, of course, no. He was not so powerful as to alter the world around him. His dad reminded him of that painful fact.
At times, Tyler’s dad eased up on his powerful thrusts. He would slowly slide in and out, seemingly savoring the sight. Tyler could not see it from his vantage point, but he imagined how Julian’s hole wrapped tightly around his dad’s massive cock. How it pulled him in, warm and inviting. How he stretched as Tyler’s dad’s heavy, hairy nuts plapped against Julian’s smooth taint. Beads of sweat began dripping from his dad onto Julian’s back. His hair was matted to his forehead with it. Tyler had never seen his dad so engrossed, so taken with the effort of something. He had always known his dad as aloof, somewhat lazy. He had spoken about his younger years as an athlete, a jock that wooed his mom, something to be proud of but was now long, long gone. And yet, here he was. Likely bigger, with more wrinkles and swatches of gray in his hair, but Tyler could imagine now what it must have been like to feel his dad’s youth, his vigor, in full force. Tyler shifted in his seat. His own penis was aching. He could feel the cool, sticky sensation of the precum coating his underwear. It took him a moment to realize that Julian and his dad were talking to each other mid-fuck.
“–take it so good…nghh fucking slut,” Tyler’s dad growled.
“You’re so–ugh!–big,” Julian moaned back. “Reaming out my hole,”
Tyler’s dad smacked Julian’s ass. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours!” Julian yelped.
“Who?”
“Yours, Daddy! This pussy is all yours! Fuck this cunt!”
Julian’s head was still down, moaning, as Tyler’s dad pulled his dick out of him. It unsheathed from Julian’s abused hole and he grabbed it tight around the base, grunting. “Ah! Ah!” A rope of cum launched from the tip and landed on Julian’s butt. Tyler’s dad convulsed, holding his dick tight. “Fuck, kid. You almost made me cum.”
Tyler could see Julian’s butt and a portion of his back. His body shuddered from the sudden withdrawal. But he began to quake with laughter. “Too much to handle, old man?”
“Hey!” Tyler’s dad said with mock indignation. “I’m not old. Just seasoned.” Tyler saw his dad was smiling. Earnestly smiling. Happy that he could joke with Julian about his age. Tyler then saw his dad do something shocking. He reached his index and middle finger down to Julian’s butt cheek and scooped the rope of cum off of him. He then brought his fingers to his mouth, his lips sucking on them and savored the cum. Tyler watched his dad’s throat as it swallowed. “Flip over,” his dad said. Both Julian and his dad did all this with no reaction. Apparently, eating his own cum was something that Tyler’s dad did with Julian often.
Julian sat up, and Tyler could see how flushed his body had become, slightly red and full of life. Tyler was slowly realizing this was how Julian looked during sex. He had imagined it before, dreamt about what it would be like to seduce him, to make him feel good. True, he had always been too shy to think about it for very long, fearing that he would be perving out over his own boyfriend. But whatever he had imagined before, this was real. Julian was still panting. On his knees, he turned around to face Tyler’s dad. He reached a hand out to stroke his dad’s cock. They looked at each other.
“You’re fucking amazing,” Tyler’s dad said. Tyler’s breath hitched.
Julian giggled. “I know I am.” He kept stroking. Tyler could see that Julian’s dick was soft. All his intentions were on making his dad feel good.
“Tyler should’ve introduced you to me sooner,” his dad growled.
Tyler could not believe what he was hearing. Julian’s smile stretched across his face, wicked. “That fucking idiot should’ve never brought me here. Look at me now. Taking his dad’s big, fat cock like a whore.”
“Mmm,” Tyler’s dad purred. “But now you’re my whore. At least he’s good for something.”
“Is he though?” Julian questioned mockingly. Tyler’s mouth was bone dry watching this conversation. He couldn’t help noticing that Julian’s hand was stroking faster, pre-cum coating his fist. The delirium this was causing him perhaps made him imagine that he saw Julian’s eyes flicker over to where Tyler was sitting as he kept talking. “I mean what kind of loser gets his boyfriend stolen by his dad?”
Tyler watched his dad, desperately hoping he would shut this down. This had gone too far. This was his son, after all. How dare he talk about his own son like that? But Julian’s hand wrapped around his dick seemed to egg him on. His face grew into a half-snarl-half-smile. “Like I said, that worthless virgin doesn’t deserve you.”
“Fuck, I love when you’re mean,” Julian said. His hand went from stroking Tyler’s dad’s shaft to cupping his heavy balls.
“Yeah?” his dad asked, sounding excited. “Like when I degrade that pathetic faggot? You’re a dumb bitch for even picking him.” His breathing was growing more shallow.
“Ohh fuck, Daddy, you have no idea,” Julian moaned. “I can’t believe I even thought he was cute. Should’ve known he’d never make me happy.”
“My son is a failure in every way imaginable” Tyler’s dad proclaimed. It was definitive. Final. He said it with such force, such conviction, that Tyler knew this was more than just sex talk.
Tyler’s eyes welled with tears. He stifled a sob, nearly forgetting he had not been noticed by his dad yet. Tyler’s dad began to turn his head, evidently hearing the soft sound coming from somewhere. But Julian reacted quicker. He grabbed the strong jaw and turned it back to him. He pulled Tyler’s dad into a deep kiss. Tyler could see their tongues wrapping around each other as their mouths pressed together. His dad let out a long, deep groan. Julian inched closer and their naked bodies pressed against each other. His dad’s throbbing cock pressed upwards against Julian’s tight tummy. Tyler could see the steady stream of precum leaking from him. They kept kissing passionately. Tyler’s dad gripping Julian’s ass. Julian ran his fingers through the much stronger, much older man’s hair.
Julian released from the kiss with a wet, sucking sound. Both of them were breathing heavily now.
“I want you to fucking breed me,” Julian said with a tone that was filled with as much lust for Tyler’s dad as it was filled with loathing for Tyler. “Get your loser son’s boyfriend pregnant.”
Tyler’s dad clearly did not need telling twice. He roughly pushed Julian backwards onto the couch. Julian disappeared from Tyler’s view, though his legs were now suspended in the air, his hands holding them up barely visible. His dad gave his cock a few pumps before he too lowered down onto the couch, disappearing from view. Tyler waited a moment before the confirming sound released from Julian’s throat.
“Ffffuuuuck!”
Tyler knew his dad had penetrated his boyfriend again. He heard the kissing resume. Tyler couldn’t take it anymore. Fighting through his all-encompassing anger, he did his best to quietly slide his shorts down to his knees. Tears splashing onto this leaking penis, Tyler began furiously stroking himself. He watched as his father’s back moved up and down. He could not see anything else of the two. Julian moaned into his dad’s mouth, each thrust punctuated by his boyfriend’s muffled yelping.
Tyler wanted to see more. To see their faces. He wanted to be inches away from them. If he could not have Julian, he at least deserved to watch. But he knew he couldn’t. Knew he couldn’t expose himself to his own dad, unsure now of how he felt about his son. Would he hit him? Banish him from the family? Run off with Julian? He didn’t know. So he stayed put, catching only glimpses of his dad’s partially obscured body as it pounded into Julian. The couch was moving half an inch each time his dad slammed down. Julian’s moans became more unhinged, more exaggerated. Tyler couldn’t tell if they were real or were still part of some elaborate mocking of Tyler, but they made his dad’s thrusting increasingly more erratic. They had stopped kissing now, his dad grunting and panting more. Julian was babbling expletives once again. His legs wrapped around Tyler’s dad holding him close.
Tyler felt like he was being electrocuted. A surge shot through him. His voice hitched. He wanted to cry out as his penis shot three thin ropes of cum onto his thigh. Tears poured openly as he heard his dad moan, “Gonna cum…fuck take my load, bitch!”
His dad pressed, pressed, pressed his body into Julian. A guttural sound came from him, one Tyler could not imagine he was capable of making. “Fuck! FUCK! NGHHHHHHHAHHHHH!!!”
Tyler could not see either of them now, his dad having collapsed onto Julian. He could only hear their moaning through their kisses. Tyler slowly got out of the chair. It was slightly difficult to do so with his shorts down at his knees. Numb, he pulled them up over his now soft member, the cum still on his thigh. They kept kissing, loud wet sounds reverberating around the living room. It was like nails on a chalkboard to Tyler. He began walking back to the stairs, hardly aware of his own body’s movements.
“Mmm, good boy,” he heard his father’s gravely voice say with a tone of endearing approval that was foreign to Tyler.
Julian giggled in his infuriatingly sweet voice, and Tyler heard another wet kiss. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Tyler began to run. He wanted to scream. But he didn’t want to be caught. Even now, as Julian forced him to watch his dad make rough, passionate, disgusting love to him, he still cared about his dad knowing. Why? He felt like a coward. So he ran to the stairs, his legs firing as he went up up up up, until he reached his room. No longer caring, he swung it open and stomped inside. He slammed the door and threw himself onto the bed. Face in the covers, he finally let out a loud sob. Torrents of emotion came crashing down on him, endless waves of pain and misery and embarrassment and everything else the heart could experience.
Night fell around him, though he hardly registered it. Neither Julian nor his dad came to his room. He wondered if they had heard him at all. Or were they too engrossed in each other to have noticed? Tyler played the scene in his mind over and over again. Every detail, every sound, came back to him clearly, painfully vivid. He groaned sadly. So many thoughts raced in his mind, too quickly to pin down.
But as he lay face down on the bed, Tyler was feeling a heat spread across him. His body was moving slightly on his own, particularly his hips. As he replayed the images, he found his mind going blank, the painful edges of the memory softening, growing dull. He imagined Julian’s hole, slicked wet. His father’s cock, heavy and throbbing powerfully. He could still smell the musk in the air. The bodies melting together, tongues thrashing, sweat sliding across flesh. Tyler groaned again, this time he sounded less sad and more scared. Disappointed.
Hating himself, Tyler lifted his hips so that he could pull his shorts down, releasing his penis, which was mercilessly hard again. He pressed himself onto the bed, his penis pressing between his stomach and the sheets. Perhaps he moaned, or he sobbed dryly. Without thinking, Tyler did the only thing he could to give what his body needed in that moment as he humped. This time there were no tears.
To be continued…
