Alpha Team Up

When Dad came out of the closet I was horrified. Not because he was my dad and not because he’s gay. But because he was now competition. When he came out, he no longer had to fuck guys on the DL; meeting guys on hook up apps or at the gym, going to gay bars to get laid when he traveled out of town on business, calling Mom to say he had to work late while he had some hunky fratboy intern bent over his desk plowing the kid well into the late evening hours.

When my parents divorced, he moved in with me until he bought his own place. When he moved in, he blew those closet doors down like a fucking hurricane. He turned in to a slut! A different guy every night, fucking until all hours of the morning. He partied hard, making up for 30 years of heterosexual marital bliss frustration. He was always a handsome DILF; my high school girlfriends had crushes on him, their moms did too.

Then he came out, I’d never seen him hit the gym so hard in all my life. He got big, cut and even more DILFY. And that wherein lies the problem...we like the same type of guys.

I’m 24 years old. He’s 50. I like guys my own age and younger and he likes guys my age and younger too. It’s very discombobulating when you’re at a bar with your buddies and then your dad shows up and all the hot guys turn their attention to him. Guys who aren’t even into the “daddy” type buy him drinks and vie for his attention. Who wouldn’t? He’s 6′5″, 220 pounds of solid muscle, handsome, rich and fills out a tight t-shirt and even tighter jeans better than anyone half his age.

What sucks even more? When he takes home the one guy I’ve been trying to hook up with all night. Remember, his home is my home. So, if I don’t score some dick, I have to go home and listen to my dad banging the shit out of that hot guy I wanted, all night long. It’s awkward to hit on a guy all evening and then wake up in the morning to find him and my dad half naked in the kitchen, with bed-head, drinking my coffee out of my mug and I didn’t even get to blow him.

When he came out, it was an accident. I went to hook up with a smoking hot guy I met online and when I showed up at his place, dad was walking out. He didn’t see me but I saw him. He was acting very sketchy. I was confused as hell. I went in to meet the stud and I asked about “the guy who just left” and he said, “He’s a married fuckbuddy who stopped by to pick up his tie he left here a couple of nights ago.” Ok, of course, I didn’t tell him that married fuckbuddy was my father but I had to come up with an excuse to leave because, sorry, but I don’t want my dad’s sloppy seconds.

My dad and I have become a sort of novelty at the clubs and bars. We’ve become the hot dad/son that everyone wants to get with. Don’t get me wrong, I think my dad is sexy as fuck and I’m happy to receive his genetics. I’m like a mini-me of dad. It’s hard not to know right from the get-go that we are father and son. Right away, dudes want to see us kiss, have sex, etc., etc. Like I said, dad is ultra-hot but I’ve never had a desire to have sex with him. He hasn’t had the desire to have sex with me either. I know because we talked about it. We’ve both been with a couple sets of twin brothers so we know the fascination with incestuous relationships. We’ve just never wanted to.

It’s not like we go out to bars together, sometimes we do but rarely. But I’m not going to totally ignore my dad when we’re in the same room. It’s not like we have a rule where we can’t talk to each other when cruising guys. Being a novelty isn’t so bad, when we’re standing next to each other, we get the pointing, the whispers, the attention. It usually works out to our advantage. It’s like being celebrities; everyone wants to get with the gay dad or the son. We should probably do that more often but I get pissed when he gets the one I want and vice versa.

He has his friends and I have mine, although, a lot of his friends are mutual friends of mine. He has very few friends his own age. He likes them young. As far as the mutual friends, yes, he’s fucked them. It’s a “don’t ask, don’t tell” situation with them. That started after one of my boyfriends had, without my foreknowledge, dated my dad. It took a month or two to figure it out but he put two and two together one night we were fucking at my place and dad came home with a trick. To say it was awkward was an understatement. Had to breakup with him soon after. That fucking sucked because I liked him, a lot! I just kept thinking he was comparing me to my dad when we fucked. Weirded me out.

It was only a matter of time before dad and I were confronted with a situation we knew we would have to deal with. We were both invited, separately, unbeknownst to each other, to a ski-weekend with a few extremely hot, extremely sexy, trust-fund-baby frat-boys, one of them who’s daddy owned the 6,000 square foot mountain cabin. What makes them so special you ask? Besides all being hot as fuck, they were a spattering of a fitness model, football players, a set of twin brothers; gymnasts so yeah, I’m pretty but not stupid; and dad and me. Apparently, dad and I had separately hooked up with the twins before so they were the common link to the other guys. I couldn’t say no when they asked me to join them and their buddies and neither could dad.

Once again, awkwardness struck when we both showed up at the cabin, suitcases in tow and skis in hand and ready to fuck. It was assumed this weekend would turn into an orgy. I had a feeling we weren’t going to be doing my skiing. Dad was the last to show up and you can imagine my surprise and dad’s, seeing each other at the same weekend sex party. The other guys about came in their pants when they realized the happy accident.

Both of us looked at each other and simultaneously said, “family meeting.” And we excused ourselves into a side room and closed the door.

“Jesus Christ!” I said quietly, trying to keep my voice down as to not let the others hear our ensuing family spat.

“I didn’t know. Honest!” Dad also tried not to say to loud.

“How did you even get invited to this?”

Dad hesitated, “Tyler and Taylor,” he said squeamishly, knowing my reaction to him having sex with yet another set of twins. But then, so have I.

I fumed, “FUCK,” I exclaim quietly. “Same with me. Dad, stop fucking my friends!”

“YOU stop fucking MY friends!” He retorted.

“They’re not your friends! They’re all half you age. You have nothing in common with a 22-year-old other than your dick fits in his ass,” I ridiculed.

Dad scowled and threw up his hands.

“You know what? I’m sick and tired of you blaming me for your inability to PERFORM,” he gibed. “Grow the fuck up, you spoiled, self-centered little…little…BITCH!”

What?! I stood shocked and hurt. I looked at him with defiance. A look he was all too familiar with.

“Like father, like son,” I growled.

He fumed and got in my face, “If you weren’t my son, I would lay you out right here. You ungrateful little prick!”

“Oh? You wanna throw down? I can forget you’re my father for the one-minute it will take to flatten you out, old man,” I growled.

His eyes widened in surprised and mine stared back with regret.

Dad looked embarrassed, “You would really beat me up?”

My look of regret melted away and I rolled my eyes in defeat. “Of course, not. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

Dad leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest and let out a deep sigh. I had to take a quick peek in admiration of his solid muscular arms folded across his massive chest. His t-shirt could barely contain his upper body. I tried not to linger too long. It was an Alpha thing. But it did make my chuckle.

“What’s funny?” He asked.

“Nothing.” I waved it off.

“No, tell me. What’s so funny?”

“Where did you get that shirt? Baby Gap?” I teased.

He looked down at his shirt, unfolded his arms and self-consciously smoothed out the shirt over his washboard abs.

“What? It’s looks fine.”

“Dad, you’re trying too hard.”

“What? No, I’m not!”

I grinned at him and laughed. He hesitated, looked down again, pulled the material on his bicep and snapped the spandex-blend shirt. He looked back and suddenly found the humor and laughed with me.

“Well, I guess it might be a tad small.”

“A tad? It’s painted on,” I laughed again.

“Fine, fine. Shut up, ass,” he chuckled.

“Dad, you don’t have to wear clothes like that. It’s obvious you have a great body. You have no trouble pulling in tail.” I reassured him as I wiped a piece of lint from his sleeve.

“Thank you but wait until you’re my age and see what it’s like to keep up with studs like you. I need all the help I can get.”

“Dad, you’re the only guy here over 24-years-old who got invited to a weekend with a bunch of horny fratboys. I think you’re doing just fine.”

“Look, I’m sorry, kid. Me coming out late hasn’t been easy for you and I get it. I’m making up for lost time and I forget that it may be cramping your style. It doesn’t help we have the same tastes in guys. I think I’m trying to relive my college days when I should have been fucking every fratboy I could instead of jerking off in my room, fantasizing about it.”

“It’s ok, big guy. I love you. You’re the best dad ever and I wouldn’t want you to be any other way,” I said as I put my hand on his shoulder.

Dad grabbed me and gave me a big bear hug. “I love you too.”

He released me and we both smiled. “Well,” I said, “What do we do now?”

Dad shrugged his shoulders. “Is it going to be weird for you to… you know…see your dad messing around with other guys?”

“Dad, I’ve listened to you bang the crap out of so many guys. You’re really loud,” I said sarcastically.

“Oh. Sorry,” he said with a look of embarrassment. “But don’t think you’re a church mouse when you have sex. Your headboard probably has made dents in the wall.”

It was my turn to look embarrassed.

“Ok, look. We’ve seen each other with other guys, heard each other with other guys,” I said with a wink, “so I think we’re beyond modesty at this point.” Dad nodded his head in agreement. “Let’s just agree to stay out of each other’s way and try to avoid any…uncomfortable situations?”

“Deal,” he said as we shook hands. Then he raised on hand, “I call dibs on Taylor.”

I looked at him in disbelief and then rolled my eyes again. “Fine. I get Tyler. He has a better ass anyway.”

“They’re twins, dumbass,” he said with a condescending tone.

“Shut it!” I said as I unlocked the door and we returned to the main living room.

“Guys, they’re back,” Taylor said as he took a shot of whiskey.

“Did you kiss and make up?” Tyler quipped. God, he was cute with his backward facing ball cap.

“No,” Dad and I said simultaneously.

“Could you do it now, here?” Taylor teased, hoping to get an eyeful of the father/son hunks.

“No,” we said again at the same time.

Everyone laughed and we joined in on the festivities.

A couple of hours later, everyone was lit. Booze and pot was passed around like candy. I looked around and didn’t see dad anywhere. That was when one of the guys pointed to the window. Dad was outside next to the heated pool sporting a sexy black speedo. I couldn’t tell if he was checking himself out in the mirrored window or inviting us to come out.

“Fuck,” everyone said. It didn’t take my a few seconds before all the guys went scattering like ants to their respective rooms and came out a few minutes later, each in their own speedo.

I slowly made my way to my room and dug around in my suitcase for my own speedo.

“Fuck! Did I forget it?” I threw clothes out all over the bed. I couldn’t find it. Then I had an idea that I didn’t necessarily like.

I went into my dad’s room. Of course, he had already unpacked and put everything in the dresser. What an OCD freak. I went through the drawers until I found a whole shit load of speedos. Speedos and a few bottles of poppers, a tube of lube and a few sex toys. Wow, dad was a SLUT! Note to self: grab a bottle of poppers. I chose a suit, took it back to my room and slid it on. Damn, I thought as I looked in the mirror. “Eat your heart out, Dad.”

I walked out poolside, the snow piled up around the edges and thick steam lifting off the water. Dad was playfully splashing around in the pool with a very muscular, very tall football player. He stopped momentarily to look up at me and then his face looked confused.

“Is that my suit?” He asked.

I looked down and snapped the waistband against my washboards.

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“Forgot mine.” I shrugged.

“You share clothes too?” Tyler and Taylor said at once. Twins.

Dad laughed. “We can, but we usually don’t.”

I started to pull down the waistband, “Did you want me to take it off?” I teased.

“No,” Dad said. “What did we talk about?”

“I’m just kidding, old man.” I jumped into the pool and joined in on the fun. A game of Chicken began and having a hot guy in a speedo on my shoulders is one of the best feelings ever. Holding on to smooth muscular calves while the guy above fights for dominance…priceless.

After dinner that night, we all cuddled in front of the fire. Dad made mulled hot cider with shots of whiskey in it.

We paired up in small groups and listened to the fire crack. Soon the sounds of kissing began and that led to all out make out sessions within the groups. I couldn’t help but glance over at my father who was laying on top of another football player, dominating him, a big guy, grinding his cock into the crotch of the boy under him. His ass rising and lowering, gyrating as the boy’s thick legs lifted off the floor and wrapped themselves around dad’s waist. That kid was going to get fucked hard tonight. I smiled and had a sudden flash of pride. I could only hope to be that hot when I’m dad’s age.

I found my groove with the fitness model frat-boy. That boy deserved every cent he gets for doing photoshoots. The sculpted muscle, lean and hard was too much to take. I yanked his pants off, slid off his underwear and threw them aside. I shimmied off my shorts and got back between his legs.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I growled.

He bit his bottom lip with a smile. “Yeah, stud? Gonna fuck me right here?”

“You know it, dude,” I said as I inserted a finger into his tight hole. He threw his head back and moaned. The noise distracted everyone and they stopped what they were doing and looked over at us. I looked back at them as I finger-banged my new bottom. “What? You never seen two guys fuck?” I said with a cocky sneer.

“You’re going to need this,” Taylor said as he tossed me a bottle of lube. I caught it with one hand, the one not inside my jock-boy. I continued to bang him and single-handedly flipped the top off the lube, drizzled some on my cock and on his hole. Tossed it aside, threw his legs up over my shoulders, aim and fire! I sank into the hot fucker’s ass and watched his eyes squeeze shut, his dazzling white teeth clench and then slowly his eyes opened and they rolled back in his head as he let loose a loud, deep moan. I leaned down and kissed him. I began slowly and then in no time I was attacking his ass with everything I had. I held his legs out to the sides, held on to his slim ankles and pounded him like he was cheap pussy.

The kid was thrashing around and I was loving it. I glanced away in the direction of my dad. He grinned at me, a proud look on his face and then a thumbs-up. I returned the gesture and returned my focus on the beautiful stud under me taking my cock like a fucking pro.

Before I was done, all the other guys were engaged in their own various sex acts; 3-ways, spit-roasting, blowjobs. Dad had the football player bent over the back of a couch, plowing that kid as if tomorrow were the last day of this Earth. I was amazed at his power, his stamina, the Alpha energy. I watched him rail on the kid. Then I watched him cum inside that big muscular butt. He roared like a lion and it made everyone look his way. It was truly majestic.

Partner after partner, we revolved around the room. I slipped my dick into as many as I could. Dad and I were one of the only total tops in the room. I had to wonder if some of the bottoms I fucked that night, the ones that were already filled with jizz, if it was my dad’s. He seeded them and then I seeded them again. They all got a double shot of our DNA. It was truly hot.

I noticed the twins slipping away quietly and I decided to follow them. I sneaked upstairs and crept to their room. I cracked open the door to find them making out furiously on the bed. They embraced, hands roaming each other’s hard, built little bodies. The boys were gymnasts. They were shorter, 5’8” but their muscles were huge, their waists small and their asses bubble and tight.

I slowly opened the door and they turned to look at me. They smiled and Taylor…I think… patted the bed next to them. I lay down next to them. One crawled over me and now I was in between the cute muscle-boys.

“Who am I fucking first, boys?” I said with a kiss to Tyler…I think. They both look the same with their clothes off.

One of them got off the bed. “I’ll be right back. Forgot the lube.”

The other twin and I wasted no time as I combed through his thick brown hair and pushed his head down to my beer can dick. He swallowed it up and I rested my head back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the blow. I heard someone enter the room. The other twin is back with the lube, I thought. I heard kissing and then felt the bed shift as the weight of two people fell into it.

I opened my eyes and looked over. Dad was lying next to me. He had an armful of muscle-twin and he was devouring the boy’s face with his mouth.

“Uh, Dad?”

Dad’s eyes popped open and he looked over at me. He sighed and pushed his twin off. “Taylor?” he said in a fatherly tone.

“Tyler?” I said in the same tone.

Taylor smiled at us. “What?” We both frowned at him.

Tyler chimed in, “Come on, guys! This NEVER happens! A fucking hot dad and son, together in one bed, TWIN brothers? Come on! You have to admit, it’s pretty fucking hot.”

“Tyler, we don’t play together. We have lines we don’t cross,” Dad scolded.

Taylor crawled over to his brother. They kissed. It was so fucking erotic and dad and I were both still rock hard.

“Guys?” I interrupted. “You can kiss each other all you want but this is not happening,” I said very unconvincingly. I stroked my fat cock as they continued to kiss.

“Stop it, you two. I don’t care if you both suck our dicks at the same time. Not happening.” Dad then stroked himself, then he just started jacking.

The two stopped and Taylor grinned. “What’s the big fucking deal? You’ve both fucked us. You both get off on it. Let us have some fucking fun. Why do you think we invited you two?”

We weren’t stupid. We figured it out the moment dad and I arrived that morning.

“Just sit back and watch us. You don’t have to fucking do anything. Just watch,” Tyler sneered. He was a cocky little shit.

Dad looked over at me and then down at my dick. He shrugged. I shrugged too and we settled in. “Can’t hurt to watch,” we both said.

They went back to their making out. Their hands running over hard muscle, perky nipples, hard cocks. They positioned themselves in a 69 and that almost put me over the edge. Dad and I were jacking our thick 9-inch cocks. Both of us breathing hard, sweating.

Tyler and Taylor untangled and moved up between our legs and both swallowed our cocks whole. Two cute as hell fratboys deep-throating father and son. We each grabbed the twin’s heads and rammed them down on our cocks. Pushing them down until they gagged. Yanking and pushing their heads up and down, slobber oozing everywhere. Then at the same time, Dad and I took deep heavy breaths, our asses came up off the mattress, we slammed those boy’s heads down on our dicks and we both unloaded at the same time. The was probably the most I’ve ever cum at one time. Dad and I roared while the two boys gagged, cum dribbling out the corners of their mouths.

We let them go and the sat up, wiping their mouths with their forearms. The lips swollen and their handsome faces red. Their hair was tussled and messy. They looked at each other, out of breath. They grinned and then looked down at us.

I looked over at dad. He turned to look at me. We both nodded our heads. We both jumped up, each grabbed a boy, threw them down on the bed, ass up. We climbed on those pumped up, muscular ass.

Dad patted me on the shoulder, “One, two, three!” And we entered the boys at the same time. Both boys screamed out. In pain or pleasure, not sure. Didn’t care. We started to hammer those two, little sneaky, scheming muscle-boys. We were doing pile drives, bouncing their smaller bodies on the bed. The yelling turned in to grunts and moans. Their head thrashed and their ass hiked up.

I suddenly pulled out of my twin. He screamed at the sudden void. I manhandled him, grabbed him and positioned him so he was on all fours facing his brother, I was facing my dad. I wanted to watch the man I idolized as a kid, take another man’s ass. We stared into each other’s eyes and then he nodded again. He did the same with his twin until both boys were face to face on all fours, taking muscle cock like the cock whores they were.

Dad and I continued to watch each other fuck. Our muscles flexing. Our skin sweating. Our jaws clenching as we thrust hard into our two fuckboys. The look on his face was one of pride. Proud that his son was following in his footsteps. His son had become the Alpha he was. Father and son Alpha team. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

I reached out with my fist and dad did the same. We bumped fists and said, “fuck yeah” at the same time. We were like two best friends who had been on the prowl and conquered our prey together and now reaped the rewards together.

We fucked those boys until our balls were drained. We collapsed side by side on the bed. Each of us with a boy in our arms, their heads resting on our chests as we drifted off to sleep, fucked out and happy.