Dad’s New Life

This is a continuation of Parts Three and Four

I actually needed some down time. I knew if I spent the day with Daddy Mike, I'd be sexually spent, fast, and I wanted to enjoy hooking up with him again. He seemed to read my mind when I told him I'd touch base with him later.

"Go rest up, Firehose," he winked as he pulled on some logo shorts. "I'll try not to get into too much trouble." I wasn't sure if the Chicago Bears organization was paying him to market their stuff, I chuckled to myself. But damn he looked hot in the attire, a real-deal, burly Midwestern dude.

When I got back to the room, Jordan was just getting up and we hung out for the rest of the day. It was a couple of hours before I had the nerve to confess to him what I'd been up to.

"You fucking did what?" Jordan was the least judgmental person I knew, but he was definitely surprised.

"I made a porn video," I repeated with an embarrassed laugh. "A couple of them actually."

Jordan shook his head and seemed to be reading my face. "I don't know whether to believe you," he said.

I grinned and pulled out my phone. It took me three seconds to pull up the BearsFanMike video at the part where my hard cock entered the frame.

Jordan watched, wide eyed, a few seconds then handed my phone back to me. "Wow, that's you all right," he said. Though there was no sexual tension between us now, we had that history from a few years back.

"I did one this morning that's, um, more revealing. But it's not up yet."

"Steve fucking McConnell," Jordan tutted. "Last man I'd expect." He seemed to read my discomfort so gave me a playful nudge with his arm. "But good for you man, letting loose."

"I need my head examined," I said. "But the weird thing is... I found it all a turn on. Maybe I have more of an exhibitionist streak than I thought."

"You doing more?" my friend asked.

I nodded sheepishly. "Later, tonight. I'm looking forward to it, actually."

Jordan laughed. "Well, you can buy me lunch since you're rolling in the big dough now."

I paused. "You know... I should probably read the release thing I signed. I don't think I get any money from this."

Jordan just smirked.

* * * *

It was almost romantic. Or maybe Daddy Mike had a way of kissing that made you feel like the center of things. We made out slowly, softly on his hotel bed and it was easy to forget the extra lights and the multiple cameras pointed at us. We hadn't stripped, but we both were tenting our shorts as we kissed and felt each other up.

I knew it wouldn't be just us two. Another guy was coming to join the scene. I didn't know which one, but it was one of the guys from the oral orgy. Fine by me.

Finally, there was a knock, and I watched Mike's burly body bound out of bed. God, he was so fuckable, it was crazy. Thick, brawny muscle rippled down his back and finally led to big round Dady ass. I went ahead and slipped off my shorts, unable to resist letting my hard cock free.

"Hey," Daddy Mike greeted the guy in a soft growl and a kiss.

The guy walked in and I recognized him immediately. It was the blond jock type from New York.

"Hey," he said to me as he stepped in, before taking off his baseball cap and T-shirt. One daddy-chasing bro to another. "I thought it might be you."

"Yeah, can't keep away," I said as I leaned back in the bed and stroked my tool. This was gonna be fun.

"Tell me about it," Blond Jock grinned and stepped up to Mike. With wide hands he gripped the meaty shoulders and gently massaged him. "We gonna work this daddy over or what?" the younger dude purred.

I thought Mike might object, but instead he leaned back into Blond Jock's embrace. "Fuck yeah, fellas," he said. "Want you to really go to town."

Jock dude kissed along Mike's neck hungrily as his hands caressed the man's furry, beefy front. Daddy Mike was now throwing hard, real hard in his shorts, and I swear I saw goosebumps break out. His eyes shut momentarily then opened and looked right at me.

He gestured for me to join. "Come on Firehose. Daddy needs both of his boys."

"Fuck yeah," I hissed, scooting out of bed. I was someone self conscious for my hard on, but seeing the cameras on it gave me an added thrill. The logical part of me knew I shouldn't be doing these videos, but the sexual side of me wanted to take this opportunity.

"Fuck bro, you're hung all right," Blond Jock grinned as he looked over Mike's shoulder.

"You're pretty big, too, if I remember," I said.

"Daddy likes his boys big," Mike smirked as he started undoing his shorts and letting them fall to the floor. He had that kiss-me look on his face. Who was I to resist? I leaned in and met him for a deep tongue-heavy kiss, more directly sexual than our kisses earlier.

As I made out with the man, Blond Jock stepped back. "That's some prime daddy beef," he said, running his hands along Mike's muscular back side. "Hot rack of fuck meat."

He wasted no time in crouching down and getting into position to rim the man.

I stepped aside a little to watch. Maybe I was a voyeur in addition to an exhibitionist, but it was hot to watch this other young stud go to town on Mike's furry, muscle ass. Mike's lip curled into a look of bliss, his mustache shifting in the process. He seemed like a man who was a slave to his sex drive and that made it all hotter to watch.

With a leer he reached forward and grabbed my hard prick, almost using it as a handle to pull me closer.

"Getting ready to fuck Daddy?" he growled.

"Fuck yes," I hissed in response, reaching over to guide Blond Jock's head into Daddy Mike's ass crack. That seemed to egg the dude on more and he went wilder munching that hole. I watched with excitement, turning my attention from Mike's face to the assessing display.

Finally, Blond Guy leaned back, using his hands to pry those meaty buns apart to stare at the spit-wet crack and hole. He looked up at me. "Want a taste, bro?" he asked as he dipped his thumb into the crack to tease and prod Mike's pucker. "That's some hot fucking daddy hole."

"Yeah," I replied. My dick was rock hard and part of me wanted to just go ahead and fuck this dream stud. But I couldn't turn down any opportunity to eat Mike out.

Mike stepped up and got onto the bed. "Let's make this more comfortable fellas," he said as he got onto all fours, facing away from us. He'd barely spread his legs before I was able to get in behind him.

"Aw fuck yeah, son.... Eat me out."

I licked with some exploratory licks then prodded deeper. I pulled out, wanting that view of the wet hole, now dilating. It's funny, I had completely forgotten about the cameras, but now I looked over and saw them pointed as us. At me. That gave me a thrill and I dove in, deeper this time, going wild on Daddy Mike's tender hole. I wanted to worship this perfect ass and for the camera to capture a rim job Mike deserved.

"Firehose is a sex fiend all right!" Mike growled, gripping the sheets, spreading his legs wider and hiking that ass right back into my munching mouth. "Go for it, man."

I didn't pay too much attention to anything other than Daddy Mike's meaty ass cheeks, the spit-wet crevice, and that hot, clean, open hole. But I soon heard muffled sounds that suggested Mike had his mouth stuffed full of young cock. And Blond Guy's voice.

"Keep at it, bro. You're making Daddy suck a mean cock." The was a cockiness to his voice, maybe it was put on, but it turned me on still.

I figured Mike didn't need any more foreplay. I leaned up and quickly sought out one of the pumps of lubes lying around. As I slicked up my cock, I took a good view of the 40-something beefy man, his back a perfect curve of muscle, his ass hiked up and presented for me, his head bobbing up and down furiously on Blond Jock's dick.

The other top was fixated as he watched the expert blow job. He looked up just as I was getting into the saddle.

"I love daddy sluts, man. Look at this fucker go to town..." Then he nodded down at my erection, which had already nudged a good inch into Mike's hot hole. "Can't believe he'd gonna take one as fat as yours, bro."

I ran my hands along Mike's strong lats and down to his waist again. I was pushing in faster. "He can take it, bro," I said, grooving off the vibe Blond Guy was setting up. And like that I powered my hips forward and pushed all my hard meat right up into Mike's guts.

"Holy FUCK!" Jock guy said. "Double wide coming in!"

I felt my pubes press against Daddy Mike's round ass cheeks. Everything about what I was feeling felt amazing. It was a real live ass, a man's ass, gripping and massaging my cock, but there was also something magical about the feeling of Mike's insides, like I was feeling the best sex toy ever invented on my bone.

I looked up into Blond Guy's eyes again. "This feels fucking incredible," I announced then pulled out to plow into Mike. Not fast or hard, but with firm steady strokes. It worked for me and I could tell by Mike's moans he was into it, too.

"Dad's a fucking slut, bro," the jock said. "Show him how much he needs his sons fucking him."

Goddamn, Jock guy was on the same wavelength as me, in the incest role play. And he was good at it, diving head first into the perversion. I decided to match him.

"Just wait till you get your turn, bro," I hissed. "Dad's ass is so fucking tight and hot."

"Fuuck, duude," the guy said in response, his own hips now pumping his rigid cock in and out of Daddy Mike's throat as he held on to the man's thick neck like reins.

Mike grunted and did his best to take cock from two ends. He was a master at bottoming but maybe this was testing his boundaries. I watched Blond Guy face fuck with quickening speed then unceremoniously pull out of Mike's spit-wet mouth with a quick plop.

"Fuck, Daddy.... I almost nutted right down your goddamn throat," he grunted as he slowly worked the mucusy spit up and down his pole and stepped back to watch me fuck.

The guy's eyes on me only added to my exhibitionist impulse. I looked over at the cameras and fed off the scene. Holding on to Mike's hips I started pummeling that magnificent ass. In and out, deeper and harder. This wasn't me normally. I wasn't a power top, not like this. But I was enjoying playing one now, and BearsFanMike was inspiring me to do my best.

"Fuck yeah, son!" The man growled, now using his upper body strength to rock his whole meaty body back against my pile-driving dick. "Tear my ass up with that firehose dick!"

The intensity of the fuck and hearing Mike's booming voice egg me on like that got me dangerously close to cumming. I barely pulled out in time and my blond jock buddy looked on admiration as my erection surged and spritzed out a clear spray of precut.

"Shit, bro," he said.

I looked up at my fellow top. "Hard not to nut in that daddy ass," I said, chest heaving as I tried to keep my sexual excitement simmering without boiling over to orgasm. I didn't dare touch my prick.

Mike looked back and realizing what was up, knelt up. He was clearly in sex fog, too, as he stepped up to Blond Guy and met him in a deep sexual kiss. My new buddy seemed thrilled. I watched them make out as I tried to get my excitement under control.

Finally, Daddy Mike's hands traveled down Blond Jock's smooth body to cup his erection. "Why don't you let daddy sit on this amazing cock?" he hissed. "Make my boy feel good..."

"Fuck yes," the guy responded and wasted no time lying down.

Mike was a pro all right. I admired the sure confidence as he straddled the 20-something's waist and reached back to guide that dick into his now open and wet ass. He sat down without as much as an oomph. Like that dick belonged up in him. I guess it did.

"Yeah, I love the big boys all right," Mike growled as he began his up and down movement with his hips - an obscene action that had both me and Blond Guy turned on. "Get that cock up in Daddy's hole."

I scooted forward and met Mike in a kiss as he bounced up and down on Blond Guy's lap. I was loving this threesome connection and the special energy it had. So when I broke the kiss I lay down next to Blond Guy and nudged my face toward his.

"Feel good, bro?" I asked.

He grinned and nodded excitedly. "Fuck yeah, bro. Fucking Dad's ass." This was role play and a real bond between us. Our lips met and we kissed softly. Blond Guy purred into my mouth as he felt the short circuit between our kiss and the sensations in his cock. As we made out I could feel his excitement grow and pretty soon the telltale signs of a guy nearing his nut.

Mike sensed it and rose off. "Not yet, son...." he teased and as Blond Guy and I broke the kiss we saw Daddy Mike's burly body shift over to my side. "I think your little brother is feeling left out."

"Fuck," I sighed as I saw then felt Mike descend onto my prick.

"Fuck him," my new "brother" urged. "Fuck Dad, bro."

Turned on like mad, I held on to Mike's bulging hairy thighs and leveraged them to power up into Mike's hot body.

The man rolled his eyes back in his head at the rapid intrusion then practically yelled. "FUCK YEAH! That's what I'm talking about. Firehose wrecking my hole!"

"Do it, bro," my buddy urged, licking and kissing my ear between glances at the connection point between my dick and Mike's hairy ass. "Fuck the shit out of Dad."

I went for it. Wild, crazy deep strokes. Mike felt them, hard. But he held on and rode out that pleasure/pain ridge, definitely on the pleasure side. "Damn, son..." he hissed. "Get up in there."

We went at this for a solid minute before Mike placed his hand on my chest, silently urging me to give him a break. I did, instantly slowing my hips to a very slow gradual pump. This was great too, feeling each wet ridge of his insides.

Mike winked, his sweaty forehead making him look even sexier somehow. He leaned down and we met in a hot kiss. Heavy, tongues battling softly. My hands traveled along his lats and back, feeling every ounce of middle-aged man on top of me. I'd die happy like this, I decided.

Just when I thought I couldn't get any better, I felt something wet against the base of my cock, the part not buried up this hot man.

Daddy Mike figured out what was going on before I did. Hell, maybe he and Blond Guy planned it. All I knew then was that he pulled back from my kiss and looked back over his shoulder. "Get up in there, son. Join your brother."

Then I felt it. Blond Guy was boring his way inside Mike, too. It was my first DP experience, and the surprise of it made it even more mind blowing. I guess I'd seen double penetration scenes in porn but the idea that a man in real life could take two cocks was incredible.

I felt Blond Guys' prick press in beside mine. It was rigid and fleshy at the same time as it wedged into the tightness of Mike's rectum.

Daddy Mike's face got a wince then a grimace than a fuck-yeah smile. "Got two hung boys to take care of," he smiled lewdly.

It was true. I had a big dick, and Blond Guy has some real length on him. That length was now thrusting against my stationary tool. Everything felt amazing: Mike's tightness, Blond Guy's now quickening dick, and the thrill of such a wild act. I reached up and ran my hands over every inch of Mike's furry chest I could get ahold of.

"That's it, boys, fuck your Daddy good," Mike hissed in a deeper growl. God, his voice was so sexy.

Blond Guy thought so too. He gave Mike's rump a slap and started fucking harder. "Goddamn, you're such a fucking slut, Dad."

"Damm straight!" Mike said. It had to be intense for him, taking us at the same time. And Blond Guy wasn't going easy. But Mike poised himself on his extended arms above me as the other top fucked away.

I pushed up into him as well, gently, maximizing the slick tight friction, even if my slower shallower pace meant the other cock was still working back and forth against mine.

"You're loving this, Firehose," Mike said with a knowing grin as he watched my face.

I nodded. "Fuck yes, Daddy," I said, the D word now starting to trip my wires.

Turns out the other guy would get there first. That dick was almost punching against mine then I felt the hot spurts against my prick and a low "Fuck yes" from behind Mike.

"Attaboy!" Mike urged, "Shoot that fucking load."

I heard another slap then I could feel the retreating hardon pop out from its wedged position against mine.

Mike wasted no time. He leaned up, showing off his magnificent hairy beefiness and starting a deliberate up and down motion. Full-length ass strokes working my hard cock, over and over, faster and faster. I thought it was for my benefit, and it was. But I watched him reached down and tug his once-more erect prick. It took a few strokes and I felt his semen spray out. All over me. It was warm and thrilling, and the spasming rectum made me gave up my own load.

"FucK!" I grunted and felt my own dick pulse inside the now retightened bowels of my dream fuck.

Mike grinned back. "Firehose is filling me up!" He patted my sperm-covered chest like he was congratulating me after a good play in football. Then he swooped down and met me in a deep kiss.

We rode out the aftershocks of our orgasms that way. And when Mike leaned up again, I could feel the inevitable retreat of my spent prick from his well-fucked ass. He gave me another wink the second it cleared.

"Shit, it's like a fucking river," Blond Guy said from his vantage where he held a camera to capture the exit of my dick from Mike's dripping hole. He took another minute to film the aftermath and the continued oozing out of combined cum, then he set the camera down and rejoined us.

We embraced in various combinations, making out and enjoying the soft postcoital bonding. Even when Daddy Mike finally got up to shower off, Blond Guy and I enjoyed the closeness.

"Your first time?" my "bro" said to me.

"The other day was," I admitted.

"Well, you did great, man," he said. "I thought maybe you had some experience, but Mike said you were a newbie."

"Thanks," I said. "You do this much?"

He nodded. "Oh yeah. I'm JockBoyJason on OnlyFans. Mike's my favorite partner for sure."

"I can see why," I said. I paused then added, "I was surprised how much the brother thing turned me on."

Jock Guy smiled. "Wasn't sure. But you seemed to respond, so I ran with it.

"I'm Steve," I introduced.

"Jason. That's my real name," he said. He nudged his arm against mine and then we rolled toward one another.

"I always wanted an older brother," I smirked.

"You're just a year older, bro," he chuckled and then our mouths met again for a soft kiss.

As we broke, I noticed once again the cameras. On us, still taping us. "God, this is fucking crazy," I laughed.

* * * *

"Bitch," Jordan said as I got ready to board. He wasn't actually pissed, but somehow I alone had gotten upgraded on our flight back.

I gave him a wink and wheeled my carry-on bag through the crowd that had gathered around the gate. I took a scan of the crowd and there were a lot of guys clearly coming from Daddy Fest. Older and younger, looking a little hungover and a lot tired. I'd be napping on the flight back, for sure, and was already looked forward to my plush business class seat.

There was a real hot guy a few people ahead of me boarding the plane. About 5'11", hunky DILF bod in his black polo shirt and khaki shorts, and I was pleasantly surprised to see him sitting in the window seat next to mine.

"Hey," I greeted as I stowed my carryon bag and slid into the seat.

"Hi there," he replied, his blue eyes definitely friendly as I got settled in. Up close he was a looker all right. Nice chest, nice shoulders, nice everything. Maybe it was a weird thing to notice, but the man had incredible forearms, thick and meaty with a coating of blond-and-silver fur on them. He was the rare guy who would be both Jordan's and my type.

I was tempted to strike up a conversation with him, but I figured he probably wanted a business class seat to have some quiet and relaxation. As he ordered a gin-and-tonic, I pulled out my book and started reading.

Pretty quickly, not even fifteen minutes into the flight, the weekend caught up with me. I shut my book and closed my eyes.

I don't know how long I napped, but I saw DILF guy smirking as I roused up.

"I wasn't snoring or anything was I?" I joked, sitting up in my seat.

He shook his head. "Nope. Looks like someone had some fun this weekend," he said. Damn those blue eyes were something I could get lost in.

"Yeah. Pretty much."

"Daddy Fest?" he asked, and I knew from the way he'd asked he'd been in Palm Springs for the same reason.

I nodded. "I'm definitely going next year. It was a blast."

The man smiled. "It's a party all right."

"You have fun?" I asked. I kept my voice soft since the cabin was pretty quiet.

The corner of his lip curled up. "Honestly... wish I'd had more." I must have given an inquisitive look, because he continued, "Seems like there were a lot of twinks looking for a sugar daddy. I mean, to each his own, but I'm not looking for that."

"Yeah, I could imagine," I replied. I hadn't thought of what daddies had to go through, since I knew the dating and hookup headaches from the other side.

The guy continued, with a well-timed pause. "And, well, the ones who aren't gold diggers just want Daddy to be their top, you know?"

God those words sent a shiver of excitement through my body. If Daddy Mike hadn't drained my nuts dry I probably would have been getting hard, too. "I have the reverse problem," I said.

That made DILF hunk smile. "Yeah...?"

I nodded. "Nine times out of ten when I meet a hot guy he assumes he's taking top bunk."

The man seemed sympathetic. "I guess it usually does go that way. But, well..." he lowered his voice, "when I was your age, I went for 20-something tops... Now that I'm 46 I still go for 20-something tops."

I laughed then had a serious thought. Something about this guys made me feel I could open up. "I sometimes wonder what it'll be like when I'm older. Like, it's hard for me imagining not ever going for daddies. But you never know."

He relaxed back into his seat. "Well, no need to rush things. Enjoy your youth."

"I am," I said with maybe too much flirtation.

The man chuckled but didn't take the bait. I worried I was being too forward. At least he continued talking to me.

"I'm Eric," the man introduced himself.

"Steve," I said.

We talked the whole the plane ride back. The conversation just flowed naturally. Turns out Eric was a private pilot in New Jersey. He told me some of the anecdotes from his job, but mostly seemed interested in my work. I tried to give him the most interesting parts of what I did. We talked about books - Eric was an avid reader - and our hobbies.

I thought maybe he was just a good talker, but as we began our descent into O'Hare, he had a more serious, almost shy look on his face. "Maybe I'm out of line, Steve, but any interest in going for a date sometime? I'm in DC pretty regularly."

A nagging part of me wondered if it made sense to pursue anything long-distance. But what the hell, no need to put the cart before the horse. I had an incredibly hot man wanting a date. And more than that I knew I wanted to spend more time with him.

"I'd like that," I said with a smile. We exchanged phone numbers.

We deplaned and kind of paused in the terminal before going to our separate connecting flights. "Can't wait for our date," he grinned.

"Me either," I replied. Damn, I was feeling giddy.

We gave a quick hug, more of a friend hug even though there was clear sexual attraction between us. Before he let go, Eric said in a soft growl in my ear. "And maybe after dinner, I can ride that legendary Firehose cock." As he pulled back he gave me a wink.

"Yeah," I said back to him with a laugh. "Maybe." Being flirty.

Then he walked off.

"Who was that?" Jordan asked as he joined me. He'd been back in seat 25.

"My next boyfriend," I said with a relaxed confidence I'd never felt.