Big Daddy

Again, this story is a wilder fantasy, with a lot of bisexual content.

Somehow we fell into a pattern. Sex with Cheryl was regular and terrific. It somehow was even hotter now that we had a mutual secret. Cheryl was a father fucker, and I was a cocksucker. But I still loved being with my fiancee physically. Loved her body, loved her trimmed pussy, loved her tits. 

One night after a particularly athletic and rigorous fuck, I rolled off, catching my breath and feeling the jolts of after shock in my cock and in my body. 

Cheryl cuddled up against me, sweaty as I was. We'd been going at it 25 minutes straight. "Nick, baby, it's cute how you try to compete with Daddy," she cooed. "You don't have to, you know."

It was a hit to the ego, but she was right. Subconsciously I tried to fuck better than Mr. Bryant, to be more of a man. 

Mark, for his part, came by the house at least twice a week without Mrs. Bryant. At first, a couple of times, I watched them have sex. But I started giving them their privacy. For all of Mark's power over me, I didn't embrace the cuck role in itself. It was more the hotness of real-life daddy-daughter incest taking place before my eyes.

It was like the man knew how to read me. Knew when to push and when to pull back. And after that first time I sucked his cock, he laid on the charm offensive. Being the supportive dad-in-law, talking business, asking if I could help him out with some accounting stuff for his business. He had a guy for that, of course, but it was nice to been to be included in his affairs. 

His son Dan - my brother-in-law to be - was doing sales for the company, and I got the vibe Mark wanted me involved somehow, too, ultimately. I didn't object to the idea, but I'd see where my career took me. I had a decent job, but I didn't love it. 

I was over at the Bryants' for our normal Wednesday dinner time with them, and I was so engrossed in talking revenue projections with Mark that it took me awhile to realize that Cheryl and her mother were no longer in the room.

"They're talking wedding bullshit, what else?" Mark chuckled. He indulged the women's obsessing over the wedding details, but like me he was cynical about it. After all, the wedding was still four months off. "Kate's been dying to show Cheryl some fucking fabric swatches. They'll be a while."

I laughed. Then I caught the intense look on Mr. Bryant's eyes. I knew he meant something by that last part. Sure enough, when I looked down I saw that massive boner rigid in his khakis.

"Here?" I practically gasped. 

The big man leaned back. Sometimes, his 6'5" 245 pound framed seemed even more imposing. This was on of those times. He kept staring at me as he spread his legs, letting his hardon ride up more clearly. "I bet you can work me pretty fast," he said lewdly.

I let out a breath of air. I was in over my head, but by now this man turned me on like crazy. I got out of my seat and knelt between Mark's legs. 

"Attaboy," he said in a soft growl. But he didn't make a move to undo his zipper. He just looked at me expectantly.

I reached up and felt that hard tool. This man was almost twice my age. I didn't know if I was turned on despite that or because of it. It didn't matter. His penis was big and thick and amazing under my gripping palm, until I undid the button of his khakis, then pulled down the zipper.

There was no underwear and that massive daddy dong sprung up. Ready, horny. I was getting nervous about the women coming back, so I didn't waste time. I leaned forward and took Mark into my mouth. The first time I'd been in a trance, but this time I was aware of every sensation. His masculine saltiness, the way his girth filled my mouth, Mark's incredible hardness. 

I sucked more and made love to his cock the best I could. Now I wished I'd had more experience with my college buddies. More than the drunken suck-and-trade sessions. More than a 19-year-old's fumbling. 

Tears flowed down my eyes, an automatic response to the intense fullness in my mouth and throat and my determination to get Mark off. 

"Faster," he growled, getting closer, but needing more. 

I complied, bobbing more excitedly on his erection. I'd lost much of my hardon by now but I still felt a deep sexual excitement pulse through me.

"That's it.... FUCK!" His voice wasn't loud but it was urgent. One of those heavy Bryant loads spurted into my mouth once more. And unlike before, I was able to take it into my mouth rather than deep in my throat, allowing me to taste it fully. 

I didn't care if this man was a controlling, cheating asshole. I didn't care if he was fucking Cheryl whenever he wanted. I didn't care that he basically ordered me around, like ordered everyone else in his life around. I loved the flavor of his cum. And I loved his cock. 

He seemed kinder and almost appreciative as I swallowed the last of his seed and leaned up, flushed red with the embarrassment at my own debasement. His conciliatory approach now helped, I will say. 

"I will give my girl credit. She knows how to pick them," he smiled, reaching down to ruffle my head, like he was some little league coach congratulating his player on a good play. It was fucked up, but even more fucked up was how much I enjoyed that simple gesture. 

Getting to his senses, he tucked back in and zipped up, a grin on his face. I scooted back over to my seat. 

He appraised me. I couldn't tell if he liked what he saw. Then finally, he spoke. "Everything going well with you and Cheryl?" He asked. 

I nodded. "Yes, sir," I said, slipping into Texas mode with the man. "I guess we have an understanding now." I wasn't sure how to talk about this with Mr. Bryant, or how much to talk about.

He nodded in satisfaction with my answer though. "Glad to hear, son. My girl thinks the world of you.... and you're so much better than the loser she dated before you."

I chuckled. I knew who he was talking about, and maybe it was egotistical but I had to agree.

"Come by tomorrow my office tomorrow after you get off work. I'll show you the figures I was telling you about." I couldn't believe the man could switch to business so quickly after sex, but he'd gotten his rocks off, so I guess that was that for him.

"Sure," I said. "I can get there by 6, if traffic's not bad." 

"Sounds good. I'll be working late. Busy season you know," he said. 

Just then Cheryl and her mother returned, giggling about something. 

"What are you two hens clucking over?!" Mark bellowed, getting his normal brash demeanor back. It was a playful joke, but not entirely a joke. 

Mrs. Bryant came over to her husband and draped his arms lovingly over his burly chest as she leaned down to kiss his temple. "I was just telling Cheryl our men must be getting thirsty. Can I get you another drink, honey?'

We stayed for another one, then headed home. 

Cheryl and I fucked like bunnies that night.

***

The office door was open but it was quiet. The Bryants had a medium-sized company, but the main office staff was modest. The big office for Mark, an office for Dan Bryant, an office for Keith Mitchell, who was the operations officer and Mark's de facto right hand man. In the common area, where the women all worked, there was a desk for two higher-level assistants, and one secretary, as well as a receptionist, who spent a lot of time bringing coffee to the men and exchanging flirty comments with them. It was like some bizarro Mad Men universe. 

But it was ten after six and all was quiet. Mark's door was ajar, though, so I knew I wasn't too late. I made my way back. 

I barely opened the door before I knew Mark was getting head. There was just something distinctive about the face of a man getting serviced, and there were the telltale posture and head position as Mark looked down. 

He looked up and grinned. "Nick!" he bellowed. "Come in."

"If it's a bad time," I stammered. Maybe part of me didn't want to see Cheryl with Mark just then. 

Mark raised a hand that had clearly been on the head of the person blowing him. "Nonsense. Randy just likes to take his time. Isn't that right, boy?" He barked.

I was shocked to see a police officer rise up from Mark's crotch, the blond buzz cut appearing above the sightline of Mark's big mahogany desk before I saw the cute red-cheeked, blue eyed face of a Texas cornfed cop look over at me. He was my age or a couple years younger and still carried some baby fat and the bulk of a high school football player. Only now he had the tan uniform of the local sheriff's department. Kevlar vest bulking it out and all. 

"Guess that's right, sir," he smiled, taking his eyes off me and looking up at Mark. "Want me to finish you off?" God, the pure sexual deference in his voice got me hard, quick.

"You boys on the force aren't the brightest bulbs are ya?" Mark laughed. "Why the fuck do ya think I called you over?... Figured my son in law could use your mouth, too."

"Yessir," Randy the cop muttered before stuffing his mouth with that fat Big Daddy cock once more. 

This was crazy, but with Mark, I'd come to expect crazy. Already I was undoing my dress pants and taking them and my shoes off. If Mr. Bryant was gonna offer me a policeman cocksucker, I was going to take advantage. 

I stepped over, closer to the desk and around so I could get a view. I wanted that view. I loved looking at Mark's big cock and I loved watching it get sucked. It was nice to watch someone besides Cheryl do the honors this time. 

Randy the Cop knew his way around a dick. Put me to shame, and I could tell from Mark's gaze from me to Randy and back up to me, that's what the man was thinking. It was like he was showing me how he wanted to be serviced. The idea gave me a shudder and a rash of goosebumps. But I watched and tried to take mental notes. 

"You're family now, Nick, and I take care of family," Mark said at full volume. While Randy was getting more of a deep throat going. 

"Yes, sir," I said, dumbly. 

Mark grinned and nudged the cop off. Damn, Randy was a sight for sore eyes. I don't even think I had a cop fantasy before that moment. This beefy young dude would give any guy one, I decided. 

Mark stood up, that giant erection swaying, wet with cop spit. "Here," he offered. "You have the throne, son. It may be you sitting here one day." I wondered where Dan, his son, fit into that plan. Then again, maybe he was just taunting me, trying to lure me to come work for R.C. Pool Supply. I had to admit the leather seat felt nice as I settled in.

Not as nice as Randy's mouth. The cop wasted no time leaning over and taking my dick in. I was decently hung, but not Mark Bryant hung. Randy used the size difference to really go to town. Long, nasty deep throating swallows, alternated with shallower, suction-heavy bobs. The more I watched the more, I decided Randy wasn't older than 21. Maybe 20. But he was a master cocksucker, and I was giving it up hard. 

"That's it, Nick," Mark growled. "Feed that cocksucker." I couldn't have stopped, though, it just kept coming out of me, pumping straight down Randy's throat.

My dick was still jerking when the blond kid practically spit out my boner and scooted over to service Mark. The man was good and primed now, and I got to watch him approach and enter orgasm. It was an amazing sight, like it brought out Mark Byrant's animal side. 

"Now that's why I call a blowjob," he hissed as Randy wiped off his mouth and got back up to his feet. "You do good work, son," he said to the cop.

I could see those cheeks grow redder, but I saw no other sign of embarrassment. "Glad to help, Mr. Bryant," Randy said. Again, I couldn't fully read his emotions as he responded to the town patriarch. "Anything else today, sir?" 

I saw Mark grin and that cockiness both frightened me and excited me. "Nah. I know you got a wife to get home to. Give my regards to Jessica for me."

"Will do, Mr. Bryant," Randy beamed. "Yeah, I better be off."

"Later, Randy," Mark bid as good bye. Already he'd pulled his trousers back on and was going over to pour him and me a bourbon from a dry bar tucked in amid the large bookshelf on the wall.

I heard the front door shut and I had to pinch myself to wonder if this really just happened. I got out of his chair and put on my own clothes again, trying to think what this meant for me and Cheryl. Even though I'd sucked Mr. Bryant off, I'd gone the extra step now and had gotten serviced by another man. But Mark seemed to be running the show.

I walked back to the cloth seat on the other side of the desk and had barely sat down when Mark sat a glass down before me. 

"Nothing like a good blowjob is there?" he observed rhetorically. He walked around the desk and sat back in his throne. "Needless to say, you don't need to worry about getting a traffic ticket in this town," he laughed. 

Then he reached down and picked up a manila folder and tossed it my way. "Here. See what you can make of these numbers. They're probably OK, but Keith has been spending a lot of time fucking his secretary, I'm worried he's letting some things slip."

****

It was the weekend of the baby shower for Courtney, Dan Bryant's wife. The summer heat broke, a little. I looked forward to a quiet weekend to catch up on yard work, and maybe watch some college football, since Duke was actually decent that season. 

But Mark had other plans. "Pack an overnight bag, Nick," he bellowed over the phone as he called mid-Friday. "Us Bryant men are heading to the lake house and let the women do their shower business."

"OK, sir," I said, hating myself a little for how easily I deferred to him. After he hung up, I gave Cheryl a call to tell her. She seemed to think it was a good idea. 

"You boys have fun," she said. 

I had about a half hour after work to throw some clothes in a bag. Right on time, Mark Bryant's SUV pulled up and I bounded out to get in the back, behind Dan. 

"Hiya, Nick," Dan Byrant beamed, in his normal chipper mood. The guy might not have his daddy's business smarts, but he had the natural makings of a top salesman. Attractive but not too pretty, poised, friendly... I knew from what Mark said that business had picked up lately. 

I didn't see Dan and his wife as often as I did Mr. and Mrs. Byrant, but the family was close-knit and they'd often be at Mark and Kate's for dinner when we were there. 

"Hi Dan. How's Courtney doing?" I asked. I had no desire to attend a baby shower, but I was invested in the well being of a woman who'd been nothing but nice and welcoming to me since I'd moved to Texas. 

"Big as a whale," he joked crudely, getting a guffaw out of Mark. 

"Bet she has you doing all the house chores, too, huh?" the elder Bryant said. Then poorly imitating a woman's voice: "I'm too tired to get out of bed today. Could you help with the laundry, honey?" And like that, the man was laughing again, cracking himself up. 

I didn't know how much Dan found the joke funny and how much he was just going along with his Dad.

"Well you couldn't pick a finer weekend for fishing," Mark said as we got on the highway. He thumbed to the back, where a cooler was. "Got pretty well stocked up on steaks and beer, too. A real guys' weekend."

It was, too. The first night we cracked open a whiskey bottle after dinner and played a few rounds of poker. I had actually been nervous that Mark would try to pull some power-move shit with me that weekend. and I worried I wouldn't be able to resist.

But everything was normal. The big guy seemed more relaxed than normal. We talked about marriage and parenthood and college football. And it was cool to see a different side of Dan. He was still the easy-going, friendly ex-football jock. Only without the women around, he had more of a potty mouth on him and seemed to get off on telling lewd sexual jokes. 

Which Mark matched one for one. 

It was about 10:30, and I was feeling buzzed. I didn't know about those guys, but they seemed to be in a fun, relaxed mood. 

I was lulled into a complacent state, just when Big Daddy came back from a piss and walked right behind his son, placing his hands firmly on Dan's shoulders and squeezing them in an affectionate massage. Dan grinned and looked up for a second. Then kind of leaned back into his father's hands.

"You know Nick here is practically family, right?" he asked Dan.

Dan blushed but he looked at me in his best friendly bro-in-law expression. "Yeah, of course."

"No," Mark added. "Not practically. As far as I'm concerned he's a Bryant. Maybe we should show him what we Bryant men do."

I saw a slight nod of Dan's face as he got a far-off expression and turned his head, in time to match the movement of Mark stepping out from behind him. 

They weren't gonna, were they? 

They were. Mark lifted the elastic of his mesh shorts and slid them down, showing off his meaty cock. It wasn't full-on hard but it was chubbed and big. Dan scooted forth and started licking it. 

"That's it, son. Get Daddy nice and hard. My boy's got one hell of a hot mouth on him."

His eyes were down on his son, watching almost proudly as the married 26-year-old made love to that paternal pole. Dan was really fucking into it, too, his eyes glazing before they shut, his tongue slathering the full length, like some porn bimbo, before he popped the thick cock into his mouth with a hungry moan. 

"Aw FUCK, son!" Mark bellowed and finally raised his head up. He caught my gaze, shocked and turned on in equal proportion and gave me a toothy smile and wink. With a simple movement he spread his legs and put his hands on his waist, and something about that just turned me the fuck on. 

"Dan's always been a Daddy's boy, haven't ya son," Mark teased lewdly, seemingly getting off on my shock.

Dan practically spit out the several inches of thick veiny dad cock that was wedged in his throat. "Fuck yes, sir," he hissed and swallowed Mark's dong again, now bobbing excitedly up and down on it.

"Easy, boy," Mark growled. "We got all night. And Nick here hasn't had any fun yet." He slowly pulled Dan's head back, and I could hear the soft suction of that dick plopping out. "Let's head to the bedroom fellas."

I wasn't going to say no. It was hot watching Cheryl and Mark go at it, but this incestuous pairing had an equally powerful intensity to it. Less romantically perverse, but more purely sexual. It was like Mark was bossing around one of his employees as a piece of property. It's just that Dan also happened to be his son. 

We made our way to the master bedroom, stripping off our clothes. I don't know what I expected but I got a kick out of seeing both pairs of Bryant eyes on me. I realized it was the first time I'd been completely nude in front of Mark, and certainly in front of Dan.

"Jesus that body's killer," Dan beamed. As much bro appreciation as lust. 

Even Mark seemed impressed by my lean, built muscle. Stepping up he began pawing at my abs and chest and up to my arms. "Only the best for my baby girl," he hissed, then pulled me into a kiss.

This was all a mind fuck. I didn't know Mark Bryant kissed men. I guess I thought he just used men to get his dick wet. But he was kissing me now. Tongue invading my mouth, his hands marauding my younger, fitter bod. 

All while Dan watched, stroking a cock that wasn't as big as his daddy's but was certainly a respectable tool. As Mark broke the kiss I looked over to see what a hot guy my future brother-in-law was. Dirty blond, blue eyed, still carrying that ex-jock muscle with the right amount of padding. 

"Can I suck him, Daddy?" Dan's eyes may have been on me and my hard dick, but he and his dad talked about me as if I wasn't in the room.

Mark nodded, his huge cock twitching in its erection. There was something so incredibly intimidating about the man. "Sure, boy. Gotta warn ya, though. Nick here got a blowjob from Randy Slocum the other week. That faggot cop may have spoiled the poor boy."

Dan was getting even more turned on, and his eyes flitted over from me to his father. I noticed how they lingered at that long, fat dad dick. "I'm better than Randy and you know it, Daddy."

What the fuck?!

Mark laughed a little. "All right, stud. On the bed..." he ordered.

Dan grinned and climbed onto the mattress, face up, his head just off the edge of bed, leaning back.

That got a rise out of Mr. Bryant. "Oh fuck, son," he said to me. "You're in for a fucking treat."

I had a sense what Dan had in mind and what Mark was referring to. I'd never done anything like it, though I'd seen an amateur porn vid with a guy getting face fucked in Dan's position. I fisted my cock, even though it didn't need any priming, and stepped up. 

Dan's mouth was warm and wet and welcoming, but it was the idea that I was sticking my dick into my brother in law's mouth that made the sensation even better. And Mark's gaze, approving, urged me on. I sank in, going slowly. 

"Don't hold back, son," Mark ordered, watching me intently as he bot on the bed behind Dan. 

I pushed in. Dan Bryant coughed a little but that built fucker took it all right. I felt his throat constrict and relax around my dick in succession, and I thought I'd cum just then. But I took a breath and pulled out. 

The next thrust was quicker and harder. "That's it," Mark hissed. "I broke him in years ago... have at it."

I'm not an asshole. But just then I couldn't hold back. I started pounding Dan's handsome face. Maybe I had a little resentment to the nice guy Golden Boy who'd coasted in life because of his rich daddy. But I channeled every emotion that had been building up in me the last months and took it all out on the poor guy's throat.

Surprisingly, Dan Bryant took it. Not perfectly, not without some coughing and sputtering. But no full on gag reflex, no hands on my hips to stop or slow me. 

"Damn, boy," Mark said and I looked up to see his expression. Surprised. Lusty. In his hand he had that giant phallus, hard, erect, as he slicked it up with lube. "And here I thought you were a pussy."

My lip turned into a leer at that insult and I shoved even harder into Mark's son's mouth. Jack rabbit thrusts, then slow hard shoves, then back to faster shallower. I loved it all.

Particularly as I watched Mark crawl up, his big burly body mounting Dan's strong backside. Reaching down, he guided that hard dad dick between Mark's hairy buns. 

Maybe I should have seen this coming, but I hadn't. And the very nastiness of the sight - Mark Bryant actually penetrating his son - had me cumming.

My ejaculation caught Dan off guard. Maybe it was the timing combined with his father's big dick boring inside him. He coughed on my load and I had to pull out quickly, spurting some of my seed on his handsome face. 

Mark didn't slow or relent though. He'd barely bottomed out when his hips swung back and readied for another in stroke. Then another. And another. Mark Byrant was fucking Dan for real now.

I stepped aside so I could get the full view. It was just magnificent to watch that big man in rut, and in contrast to his fucks with Cheryl, Dan's own muscular body made the violation seem even more manly. Even though I'd already shot, my dick was rock hard still. 

Mark leaned forward and just started going to town on Dan's ass. Heavy rough pounding. I worried about the poor guy, actually, but Dan just bit his lip and gripped the bed covers while his father railed him. 

Normally verbal Mark didn't say anything now. He just fucked. And when he came he let out a roar of a groan as his face turned read and his big body stiffened and his ass cheeks clenched. I knew from Mark's times with Cheryl that Dan was getting majorly loaded up. 

For such a big guy, Mark was surprisingly graceful in his movement to dismount and get down off the bed. That dick was heavy and hard though it had lost some of its rigidity. With a concerted motion, Mark strutted over and offered his meat to his son.

Everything so far had been wild and unbelievable but even now I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched hunky Dan Bryant, small-town Golden Boy, raised on beef and Texas football, lean forward and start cleaning his father's genitals off with wide swipes of his tongue. 

Mark had his hands on his hips again. Expectant. In charge. He looked up at me and saw my erection, which hadn't flagged this whole time. "Go on," he urged. 

He didn't even need to ask what I wanted. 

Nodding excitedly, I got into position. Right where Mark had been. Only instead of a 245 pound burly middle aged guy, I was a trim, compact 195. Slowly easing into Mark Bryant's muck as my cock pressed into Dan Bryant's now fucked-open hole. 

My entry didn't slow his attention to his father. Dan wasn't so much sucking Mark now as nursing on his dad's dong. While I fucked him. 

My second orgasm didn't take me as long as I expected. There was that low-key zone when it felt good but not overly stimulating. Then as I fucked, imitating Mark Bryant's hard and fast approach, the excitement overcame me. Seeing Mark Byrant's impressive hairy bod, then the way he gripped Dan's dirty blond hair and pulled his son's skull all the way his crotch while he eyed me with a clear look of encouragement. 

I nutted hard. And deep. 

And I couldn't help it. My dick still pulsing inside Dan, I leaned forward and kissed Mark's hairy belly. 

The embarrassment came again as I dismounted. No longer driven by my lust, I realized just how messed up this all was. I'd have to see Dan at family gatherings, and this just added a layer of complication to the stuff I was trying to figure out with Cheryl. 

I stood, a little shell shocked, as Mark helped Dan up off the bed. The poor guy did look a little overwhelmed by all the rough sex, and I felt bad. 

"Go shower up, son," Mark said softly, giving Dan a playful pat to his bare ass. 

As we heard the shower start Mark looked at me. "I'm proud of you, Nick," he said simply. "Just reminder Dan's my son, so treat him with respect."

"Yes, sir, Mark," I said. "Sorry I went a little hard just now."

Mark laughed. "I didn't say go easy. Shit... I somehow raised a pussy of a boy."

I know I had a shocked look on my face. 

Mark stepped up and playfully nudged my chin. Up close, his height amazed me. If I hadn't nutted twice just then, I would have been turned on. "Dan needs to be used," Mark said simply. "But he needs a lot of affection, too. Got it?"

Maybe not fully, but I was starting to. "Yessir."

And like that, Mark leaned in and kissed me. Not affectionate, but more tongue heavy kissing that did make my dick plump up.

"Now," the man said, loud again. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna spend some one-on-one time with my boy tonight. You should have what you need in the guest room."

****

Dan and Courtney's baby was delivered three weeks later. It was the first grandchild for Mr. and Mrs. Bryant and they were ecstatic. A baby boy, a healthy 9 pounds, 1 ounce. Mark Daniel Bryant, but everyone was calling him Little Mark. Mrs. Bryant spent her time helping out at her son's house, and within a couple of weeks, Cheryl and I were over regularly to spend family time with her parents, Dan and Courtney, and Little Mark. 

I never thought newborns were that cute, but to hear the Bryants, it was like the kid was the second coming of Christ. I knew he'd grow up to be spoiled rotten, but it wasn't my son. And I knew that as the first grandkid, it was a big deal to them. I just hoped they'd be as excited for when Cheryl and I had our children. 

Then a scared thought hit me. I looked over to Mark Bryant who was holding his grandson and playfully swatting the infant's moving arms. "That's my big strong boy," he said with a decidedly paternal affection. 

Fuck. I looked over at Dan and saw a look that was both proud and a little wistful. That's when I knew.

Mark Bryant was the father.