Dad's Too Hot

“Seriously, dude? You’re wearing my suit?” I said after I looked up from the text book I was reading as I lay next to the pool. Christ, he has no shame.

“No, I’m not. Your suit is blue,” he said with a cocky grin, pointing at my blue speedo style suit I was wearing before slowly running his palm down his hard, flat stomach and over the tight spandex fabric of his red speedo. He’s so damn narcissistic.

“Very funny. Dude, you know I bought these in two different fucking colors,” I said, irritated.

“Um, no, YOU didn’t buy anything. I bought them in two different fucking colors, DUDE,” he mocked me.

“Fuck. I knew wearing the same exact sizes was going to come back and bite me in the ass someday. This is going to screw with my wardrobe choices this week.”

“OUR wardrobe, cowboy,” he corrected me again. “I spent $5,000 on OUR wardrobe just for this trip. You said we wear the same sizes and it would be like doubling our wardrobe so just pack everything and share. AND you left the suite while I was in the shower. I didn’t know what you were going to wear to CRUISE the pool,” he teased and smiled as he playfully snapped the waistband of the speedo.

He does this all the time. We have the same build and wear the same sizes. The fact that he’s my dad makes it even more weird because he’s so fit and attractive he can pass as my older brother so, therefore, he wears clothes that guys my age wear, but the fucker still looks good wearing them.

“Go change.” I demanded.

“YOU go change,” he says like I’m crazy for even suggesting it. “The way I see it, all the clothes we brought are fair game. It’s not like there aren’t twenty different Speedos up there. Christ, they have their own suitcase. So, if you don’t like it, there are a ton more choices in the suite and every single one guaranteed to fit.”

He was just trying to piss me off. He did that often because he liked my reactions. He didn’t so much treat me as his son as he did his rival. He acted more like a frat brother than a father, so I often treated him like one.

“By the way, we’re in Palm Springs to get laid,” I reminded him. “If you cock-block me again like you did last time, there will be hell to pay, slut.”

“Cock-block?” He thought for a second. “Are you referring to that poor confused Marine from that bar in San Diego?” he asked with sarcastic innocence. “Are you still pissed about that?”

I gave him a dirty look.

“And did you just call your dad a slut?” he asked. “While I don’t disagree, this slut paid for your college, so I’d watch your tone,” he said with obvious sarcasm.

“I’m sorry. I should have said, ‘slutty cock-blocker’,” I sneered.

“Chip, for the hundredth time, I didn’t cock-block you. He walked right up to you while I was buying drinks and said he wanted to ‘ride your bro’s cock’. Who am I to deny a twenty-one-year-old, muscled-up Marine with the highest, tightest bubblebutt I’d seen, a ride on ‘your bro’s cock’?” Dad shrugged. “Can I help it if I look so damn young?” he asked, not expecting an answer. It was a brag.

“Fucking Christ. If you keep bringing that up, I swear to fucking god,” I threatened. “You cock-blocked me, asshole. And look what it got you: twenty-four-hours of dumping load after load into an incredibly fucking hot, sexually confused Marine.”

Dad laughed loudly. “Trust me, he ain’t confused no mo,” he said wagging his eyebrows up and down. “I don’t feel bad for you, Chip. You spent that same twenty-four-hours boning two frat-boys you met at that same bar. AND then you came back to the room and helped me spit-roast that tight jar-head pussy. That boy went back to post a very happy bottom with dad and son cum soaking his hole.” Dad smiled, his white teeth sparkling. “You’re worried your dad is going to pull in more tail than you this week?” He bounced his pecs up and down, showing off his defined pectoral muscles.

I put my text book down, grabbed my sunglasses and slid them on. “You know, I think I liked you better when you were always quiet, aloof and in the closet.”

He laughed and stepped into the pool. “Touché,” he said as he pointed a finger-gun and clucked his tongue twice. “Don’t worry kid. You’ve got my genes. You’ll be pulling in hot ass until your eighty. Speaking of ass. Any potential prey?” he asked as he scanned the pool deck.

I rolled my eyes and nodded to a couple of guys at the far end of the pool. Mid-twenties, jock-built, cute as hell. Each one sporting a nice tight box-cut speedo. I had been exchanging eye contact with them since I arrived at the pool twenty-minutes ago. It was a done deal but like always, when they saw my dad with me, their interest was piqued ten-fold which meant the timeline for getting them on their backs and on to our dicks had just been cut in half.

Dad saw the two guys I nodded to and grinned. “That’s my boy! Chip off the old block.” And that’s why he calls me Chip. My real name is Jake. He uses both names interchangeably. I hate it. He’s right, though. It turns out I am just like my father. We have the same taste in guys, the same taste in clothes, cars, movies and how to have sex; verbal and rough.

I watched as dad slowly sank down the steps into the pool and casually swam towards the hot muscle-boys. That cocky fucker. He’s a little more aggressive and forward than I am when it comes to picking up dudes so I can always count on him to get us laid quickly.

***

Having an extremely hot dad can be really great and really bad. Sure, it’s fucking flattering to see all the heads turn when we go out together at night. Dad is thirty-nine and I’m twenty-one. Mom and dad had me very young so we do look more like brothers but it’s obvious I would be the younger brother. Thanks to his amazing genetics, we have the same thick, brown hair, same piercing blue eyes, square jaw, model-like faces and the same insane muscled bodies.

The fact that he looked more like an older brother than my dad was beside the point. He still gets more attention. Sure, he’s a little bigger but come on, I’m no slouch. Every dude and every chic I’ve dated loses their mind when they meet him. It doesn’t help that he’s bisexual like me and a huge flirt with all the people I’ve dated. I swear they date me just to be around him.

In the gym, he’s the older hot guy that all the dudes want advice from because they want to know what he does to stay so jacked and young looking. They see him as a god and he takes advantage of it. Idol worship can do strange things to a straight guy. It can make him think about things he never would before, like picturing my dad naked. The next thing he knows he’s sucking his dick or getting fucked up the ass. At Crossfit, dad dominates like he does most things. Dad is strong. We are constantly competing and I hold my own with him. They call us the Andrews Boys. Everyone loves the Andrews Boys. Especially, the hot boys that want to get in our pants.

It’s the way he carries himself; very confident, very masculine, very intimidating. He has a very powerful aura about him. A rich, attractive, well built, slightly older man is a turn on for most people, man or woman.

When did I know he was bi? It was when I walked in on him nailing my best friend one afternoon when he thought I was at school AND he did it on MY bed. I didn’t even know my buddy was into dudes. But there he was, on his back, legs spread like a common whore, taking my dad’s hard cock like a pro.

I was pissed, shocked and maybe, looking back, a little turned on at the same time. My dad was quiet, brooding, sports obsessed, always the epitome of masculinity and he was actually going to town on a dude’s ass. I was so shocked, but I was also relieved. I had never told dad I was into dudes too. It was easy to get away with. He was always working long hours, business trips, kind of kept to himself but not too much that he wasn’t a great dad. He was very supportive and encouraging in everything I did. He coached my baseball team every summer. He was a champion football player in college, so he trained me to excel in high school football. He was proud when I got into his alma mater and joined his old frat. But him being away for work all the time gave me plenty of room and time to fuck around with other guys when I wasn’t fucking girls.

Coming home unannounced from college to do some laundry and finding my dad balls deep in my best friend, Devon, on MY bed was the open door I needed to finally be honest with him.

I couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop staring. My dad was on his knees, holding up my best friend’s legs by his ankles, spreading them wide and rutting into him fast and hard. My buddy was grunting so loud, no wonder they didn’t hear me walk in. Dad’s muscles were tensed and flexing, his amazing looking ass, plump dimpled cheeks, flexing in and out with every thrust into the waiting hole. My buddy’s tan muscular legs, toes pointed, straining, every muscle fiber in his legs were visible. His abs crunched. His handsome face looking up at my dad, focused on his eyes and grunting deep, breathy grunts.

Devon’s manly deep voice was dripping with fuck talk for my dad’s cock. “Yeah, fuck me! You’re so fucking hot!” He was begging my dad to give it to him deep and harder.

My dad, sweating, panting, holding up the two muscular legs of the gorgeous athlete under him. “Fuck yeah. Take my fuck. Take it up your fucking pussy,” he growled back at my friend. He taunted my buddy, telling him what a pussy he was and if his friends could only see him now.

Devon didn’t care. “Get it, fucker!” the athlete growled as he tensed up and cum shot out of his hard cock and squirted up onto his own face. “Cum in me, sir. I want your load!” he begged. Dad let loose a volley of his own jizz deep within the recesses of my best friend’s exquisite jock ass.

Dad slowed to a stop but keeping his cock inside Devon, he leaned forward and kissed him.

“Want to go again, jock-boy?” Dad grinned as he felt up Devon’s shredded quads and calves.

“Fuck. You pounded the hell out of pussy. Let me take a minute to recover, you sexy motherfucker,” Devon said, trying to catch his breath. “Then you can get it again.”

“Yeah, I’ll get that again. Fuck another load into that jock pussy,” Dad growled as he kissed Devon again.

I stood in the doorway, pissed and feeling a little betrayed. My dad was fucking my best friend and I didn’t even know it. My best friend, he was like a brother to me, getting his ass bred and begging for more.

I decided to make my presence known by clearing my throat, loudly.

Devon’s head shot up and he looked over at me. I think my buddy was more upset than my dad when he looked over to see me standing there in the doorway, me looking like a dumbass, with my mouth open, eyes wide and my body frozen to the spot.

“Shit!” he yelled out. He pushed my dad off, quickly rolled off the bed and furiously looking for his pants. My dad was surprised but not embarrassed, more like amused. From the smirk on his face, watching the poor kid, and shaking his head, he was amused Devon was so petrified he’d been caught with a dick in his ass.

“Jake, it’s not what it looks like,” Devon said with fear in his voice.

Dad perked up and laughed. “It’s EXACTLY what it looks like, meat-head.”

Devon put on his pants, grabbed his shoes and scurried past me, head down, using his t-shirt to wipe off the thick cum smeared across his face.

“What, no goodbye kiss for my fucking DAD?” I said to him, angerly, as he whizzed by me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered out the door, down the stairs and out the front door.

Dad stood up, chuckling, then bent down and pulled on his gym shorts, still smirking. His body was flushed and sweaty, his dick still hard as it tented the front of the thin shorts. Fuck, he was hung!

“I take it you didn’t make it to Crossfit today?” I said sarcastically, looking down, rubbing the back of my neck. I couldn’t look him in the eye. I didn’t know how to react. It was so awkward.

Dad went to my closet and pulled out one of my t-shirts and tugged it on. It was an old one and too small for both of us. I looked at him in slight disbelief that he just helped himself to my stuff.

“What? Mine has cum all over it,” he stated innocently.

“Fuck, Dad!” I replied showing him I didn’t want to hear about his bodily fluids.

“And, no, I didn’t make it to class. As you can see, I was…distracted,” he chuckled then stopped when he saw my serious expression. “Oh, you’re mad. Sorry?”

“Wow. That was real sincere,” I said sarcastically. “I don’t… I didn’t know…you…” I stammered.

“No one does,” he interrupted. “Well, except for…” He pointed behind him with his thumb toward the door Devon just slammed.

“DAD, my fucking best friend? I didn’t even know he was fucking gay.”

“Well, in his defense, he says he’s not,” he replied smugly.

“Yeah?” I said in a no shit? tone. “I think he needs to rethink his preference.” To that, Dad smirked. “He sounded like he was enjoying it a little too much.” I said under my breath. I grew quiet and paced. I stopped after a few seconds of silence and turned to him. “You know he’s got a fucking girlfriend?”

“Uh, duh, so do I…sometimes,” he said smugly. He was not taking this seriously at all. I really wanted to smack the smug off his fucking handsome face.

Dad sat down on the bed, facing me. “Look, I’m sorry, Jake. It just happened and I didn’t think you would care.” He used my real name, so I know he was trying to at least try and be sincere. But I know him. He’s selfish and does what he wants no matter who he might piss off.

“Wait, why not?” I asked suspiciously. “Why wouldn’t I care you’re fucking Devon?”

Dad took a deep sigh and leaned back, putting his hands back behind him on the bed, his muscled arms supporting him as he gave me a half smile.

“Jake.” He paused as if I was supposed to know what he was thinking. But I didn’t.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Come on. You know,” he replied.

Know what? I looked at him confused. He rolled his eyes. He leaned forward and folded his arms against his massive chest. His t-shirt was stretched and straining to contain his shoulders and lats.

“Jake, I’m not stupid. You didn’t think I knew you’re bi?”

“Huh? What? What are you…?”

“Stop.” He interrupted, “It’s ok, Jake. You can be honest with me.”

I took in a deep breath, collected the air in my cheeks and blew out hard as if defeated. I shrugged my shoulders; the cat was out of the bag.

“Ok. I admit it.” Then turning sarcastic I said, “I like dick. There, now you know.”

“Jake, you just caught your dad boning your best friend. I think I’m ok with your liking dick,” he said with a fatherly tone.

I walked over to the bed and bounced down beside him. He put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a pat. “You want to talk about all this?”

I turned and looked at him. Damn, the fucker was so handsome. I just can’t stay mad at him.

“I don’t think I want to talk with my dad about fucking guys. Besides, I’m still in shock.”

“Whew! Good,” he said relieved. “I didn’t want to talk about it either.” He patted me on the back. “Maybe later, when we’re both ready.” He started to get up. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back down.

“How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you been fucking my best friend, Dad?”

“Ok, I guess you’re ready now,” he said with a frustrated roll of his eyes. He stared at me for a few seconds, took a breath and let it out. “Awhile,” he answered bluntly with a shrug. I could tell he thought that answer would suffice. It didn’t.

“Awhile? What the fuck is ‘awhile’?” I asked frustrated and still pissed I didn’t know or even suspect.

“Geez Jake, what difference does it make?” he asked annoyed. “I’ve been fucking Devon, there’s nothing more to say.”

“How? Long?” I asked again, demanding an answer.

He paused. “About two years.”

“What? Two years? I’ve only known him for two years!” I exclaimed, shocked yet again.

Dad flinched at my outburst. He lowered his head, shaking it slowly like he knew he fucked up. He was rubbing his hand together in anguish. He did not want to talk about it anymore but he knew better then to think I was going to let it go.

“When I helped you move into the frat, he was there moving in as well. There was an instant connection. We both knew it. I slipped him my card, he called immediately after I left you. Later that night, when I said I was going home to turn in early, I met him for coffee and the next thing I know I was fucking him in the back seat of the Navigator. Damn, what a cock-hound. He begged for it,” Dad laughed.

He put his fist out for a bump to celebrate with me his conquest. I did not reciprocate. He saw the angry look on my face and put his fist down.

“Dad. No.” I looked at him, irritated. I still wanted to punch him. “So, you met him on day one and you’ve been screwing him ever since?”

“Yep. A few times a week,” Dad responded quite proud.

We sat there in silence for what seemed like five minutes, but it was only seconds.

I thought about it. I tried to recall any signs that I could have caught from Devon. I can’t think of one. I looked at Dad and I realized I was jealous and envious at the same time. I was jealous Dad got to fuck Devon, who I always thought was fucking hot as fuck. I was envious because Dad apparently had lots of game with younger dudes. I just wish he would have told me he was at least bi. Especially, if he already knew I was.

“Ok, ok. I get it,“ I admitted. “I snuck around too. In high school I had dudes over when you weren’t home. I was supposed to be staying at mom’s, but I would lie and tell her you were home and I wanted to hang out.” I chuckled as I thought about it. “It’s just that, damn, he is really good at covering his tracks. I didn’t suspect anything. He’s always on a date with some random girl. He’d tell me everything they did.”

“Well, now wait,” Dad interrupted. “Most of the time he WAS on a date like he said. It’s just most of the time he was on dates with me. Well, only if you call fucking him senseless a date. So, he wasn’t lying exactly, he was just withholding information.”

“Information? I think meeting your best friend’s dad for sex is a little more important than just casual information. Hell, is he even friends with me for real or because you’re my dad?”

“No, Jake. It’s not like that. Don’t be mad at him. He’s having a very hard time with all this. It’s stressful for him to sneak around and to pretend he likes girls. Jake, he thinks the world of you. He feels guilty every time we fuck. He hates lying and sneaking around and he doesn’t want to lose you as a friend. He talks about you all the time, which makes it weird when the guy you’re fucking keeps talking about your son.”

“Wait, does he talk about me while you’re boning or something?” I asked sarcastically.

Dad laughed, “Well, technically, no.”

My face went slack. “Technically? What the fuck does that mean?”

“The kid has daddy issues.”

“Ok. I mean, yeah, he doesn’t speak to his dad. His dad left them when he was a kid.”

“Daddy issues can affect a kid in different ways. Sometimes a kid lashes out violently, some kids overachieve, some underachieve but then there are kids who try to find a father-figure. He found me and the fact that I’m bi and he’s confused, although, I could tell this wasn’t his first rodeo, it was a perfect scenario for both of us. He got a hot daddy,” he winked, “and I got a hot muscle-boy who loves to take my cock.”

Jake still couldn’t believe his dad was talking about this so nonchalantly.

“So, what does this all have to do with me?” I asked.

“I don’t want you to get freaked out,” he said cautiously.

“I won’t,” I promised.

“Ok. He likes me to call him…Jake,” Dad cringed waiting for me to blow.

“Huh?” I asked confused.

“We pretend he is you when we fuck,” he continued to cringe.

“What the fuck?” I stared at him for a few seconds. I was starting to feel a little uneasy. I didn’t know if I was turned on or freaked out. “This is fucking weird.”

“Yeah, but not for him. He likes the close relationship you and I

have. He envies you for having a dad that cares and is present in your life. So, it makes sense that he wants to BE you.”

I started to laugh a little. Thinking back on all those times Devon would come back to the frat, exhausted and looking fucked out. He would even tell me stories of the fantastic sex he was having with his girl. Suddenly, that’s when I started to put it all together.

“So, do you think he is in love with you?” I asked.

“Oh, I know he is,” Dad replied confidently. What a cocky son-of-a-bitch.

“Oh, well, of course, he is,” I repeated very sarcastically. “How did I not know my best friend is in love with my dad?”

“What?” he exclaimed as he threw up his hands. “I can’t help all these young guys throw themselves at my feet.”

“Dad, you’re leading Devon on just for sex. Or do you love him too?” I questioned, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“Love him? God, no. He’s just a great piece of ass, Chip.” He called me Chip which meant he was bragging. “A really, really great piece of ass,” he grinned, holding back the urge to fist-bump.

I looked at him sideways, deep in thought. A lightbulb went off in my head.

“Wait, tell me this. He went away for spring break without me because he said he was spending it with family. You were gone that same week on business because you let me have the house that week. Was he with you?”

“Yeah. I sort of took him to Vegas,” he replied sheepishly.

I laughed out loud. “That mother fucker!” My father started laughing too.

I became quiet and my look was mischievous. I might as well get the details since Dad was being so open.

“I gotta ask. If this is too weird you don’t have to answer. What did you guys do? Is he just a little bitch in bed? I bet he is.” I was laughing so hard as I said it, it was almost unintelligible.

Dad had a devious smile. “Such a bitch,” he grinned.

I knew it! I laughed and I couldn’t help to fist bump him when he offered another one.

“Chip, that kid loves to get fucked,” Dad said excitedly, hunkering down for a good story. “After taking it in the ass for two years, he’s a pro. I can go as hard as I want now.”

“I can’t believe it. I just can’t fucking believe it. He’s so… hypermasculine,” I said bewildered.

“When I took him to Vegas, we were in the hotel room for five seconds and he was already bent over the bed and ready to get fucked. Funny, when I first met him, he was so scared like a little kid. He was so nervous and thought he wasn’t a real man anymore because another dude was unloading inside his ass. He kept thinking he was feminine because he wanted to get fucked. Two years later and he can’t get enough. Still a cocky SOB but not when he’s getting railed.”

“Damn!” I said in disbelief. “I would have never known. You know, he once told me he would “kill a fag” if one ever hit on him. And all along, he was some dude’s bitch.”

“My bitch,” Dad laughed. “It’s been my experience that the guys who are most outspoken about gay dudes, are gay themselves. They can’t come to terms with it, so they make everyone think they’re not. Fortunately, I attract those guys like a magnet. Once I hint that I’m into guys, they are putty in my hands.”

“I’ve had a couple of those dickheads too. Funny, those guys live to bottom,” I laughed.

“You see the way Devon’s built. That kid is six-foot-three and two-hundred-twenty-pounds of solid muscle. He actually brags, tells me he’s built to be fucked. Before we hook up, he goes to the gym and does a few heavy sets of squats. He struts that big ass around because he likes to show it off,” he said with a shit-eating grin. “Sorry, you tell me you’re built to be fucked and I’m taking full advantage and fucking you hard. He loves group sex too, older guys, so I guess I’m the lucky one.”

“Wait, what? Groups?” I asked, once again surprised with new information.

Dad chuckled. “Oh yeah. He sees a hot older guy and I swear you can see his hormones raging.”

“Do you watch?” I asked, hard as a rock in my pants.

“Chip, a week in Vegas and a lot can happen. All he wanted to do was get fucked. The first night, we hooked up with some guys at a club and went back to the room and that little bitch was in hog heaven. Give him a sniff of poppers and man, you ain’t seen anything until you’ve seen that gorgeous boy getting spit-roasted. He loves it. He took at least six loads the first night.”

This was surreal. Talking to my dad about sex with my best friend. It’s just something I never fathomed would happen.

“What about you, Chip? If you’re anything like me, I know you’re getting tail.”

“Yeah, whatever. I mess around. I’ve got a few fuck buddies. It depends on what I want that night. Sometimes I’ll take a girl home and fuck her, sometimes I’ll hook up with a dude and bang him. It’s just depends. I think I’m more into dudes, though.”

“Me too,” he stated. “You like older or younger?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter. They just have to be hot. They have to be masculine and jacked. Muscle is a must. I meet most guys at the gym. That way we both know what we’re getting. I’ll do online if I’m desperate,” I say with a shrug. “Grinder does the trick.”

“Yeah me too,” Dad said. “I prefer younger although I have been with older guys my age. The gym and Crossfit are my hunting grounds. I’ll use Grinder when I travel.”

“Wait, we go to the same gym and Crossfit,” I say with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah? So?” he shrugged.

“SO, if you’re fucking guys from the gym and I’VE been fucking guys from the same gym then that means we’ve been fucking the same guys.”

He looked up at the ceiling, laughed once and shrugged. “Huh. I guess we have.”

“And you don’t find that…weird?” I asked, laughing at him because he seemed to not care.

“What I find weird is that the dudes we’ve been fucking haven’t said anything to us about the other. Shit, we’re the Andrews Boys, I don’t know if I would have been able to keep that secret.” He was serious.

“Who are they going to tell?” I asked. “Most dudes I’m boning are married or closeted.”

“Yeah, some I hook up with are too,” Dad said. “I mean, it makes sense if we are fucking the same guys.”

“Oh man. No wonder we’ve not heard about each other. They can’t say anything if they are closeted. Plus, they probably assume we didn’t know about the other or they didn’t know we were related. I usually go at a different time of the day than you do.”

“Chip, everyone knows who the Andrews Boys are. We’re legends,” he said with a hint of sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes. “Legends,” I mused.

Dad started giggling to himself. “Dennis Moore,” he said.

I looked at him and smiled. “Yeah, I’ve done Dennis Moore.”

“What about Smith Stevens?” he asked.

“Dude, I did him yesterday before we left. I got one: Chay Ruggles?” I laughed.

“Oh man, that kid is a fucking power bottom,” Dad shook his head remembering the kid’s talents.

“Fuck yeah, he is,” I agreed enthusiastically.

“Ok, I got one for you,” Dad said excitedly. “Bet you’ve never done Sean Maddox.”

“Does his twin brother, Braden count?” I grinned.

Dad laughed. “Yeah, Chip. That counts.” And we fist bumped again.

Dad and I were really bonding. I’ve never actually heard him talk so much at one time. He’s just a quiet, reserved guy. It was really awesome to talk so openly for once. It was like talking to a different guy. A more happy, honest guy.

I stare at the ceiling as I lay back flat on the bed. I gave a deep sigh. “God, I fucking love a nice muscled ass. A nice, round, bubble butt.”

Dad lay back too and put his hands behind his head. “I love a nice ass too. Nice legs and ass almost make up for an average face.”

“Right?” I agreed. “You get a lot of ass, don’t you? You have to. You look incredible and you’re almost forty. You know people always think you’re my older brother?”

“Well I have to say, keeping it tight has done wonders for my sex life.” He paused again. “Yeah,” he thought out loud. “Yeah I DO get a lot of ass,” he giggled.

“Is that why you and mom got divorced?” I asked, suddenly curious.

“Not entirely but it was part of it. She knew I was bi, but she thought it was just thoughts, not actions. I started fucking guys in high school before I met her.”

“Like father, like son,” I said with an elbow jab.

“Well look at us. We were blessed with good genetics,” Dad said with a cocky tone. “Plus, it’s hot to me that people think we are brothers. Hell, I wouldn’t care if people knew we were father and son. You know how easy it is to get laid when a gay dude finds out two guys are related?”

“I never thought of it,” I respond honestly.

Dad grinned. “There are a set of twins in Boston, rowers at Harvard. I met them on a business trip. We hook up every time I’m in town. They love to 3-way with each other. I met them one day when I was out running. They had just been rowing and were walking back to their car. They liked my running tights, I liked their rowing singlets,” Dad winked at me. “I spent two days fucking the shit out of them. They told me they can basically get who they want because their brothers. They’re fucking beautiful and they know it. It’s amazing how many guys go nuts for incest.”

Both of us were rock hard. I could see that we both matched up on dick size. We both started to rub our dicks through the fabric of our shorts.

“You all top?” he asked, still looking up.

“Yeah. I tried bottom a couple times. I’d rather top. I like being in control.”

“Damn, you are a chip off the old block,” he laughed. “I tried to bottom once too. I didn’t like it either. Felt too much like a girl. I like fucking a hot dude and if he feels like a girl, I don’t give a shit. That’s his problem. All I know is, he can’t get pregnant.” We both laughed.

“Father and son, both tops. What are the odds?” I said joking.

“Fuck that. What are the odds that both father and son fuck dudes?” he replied.

Dad was quiet as if contemplating.

“Chip?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah, dad?”

We were still looking up at the ceiling, on our backs, each with one hand rubbing our cocks.

“You know what would be hot?”

“What?”

“You and me. Take a trip to Palm Springs.”

“Yeah? Why is that hot?” I asked, wondering where this was going.

“Think about it. You and me, walking into a gym or a club, we could have anyone we wanted. We would be drowning in hot ass,” Dad said with wonderment in his voice.

“Well, yeah, I guess.” I think I knew where he was going with this.

“When we were talking about what was weird about you and I fucking the same dudes from the gym, what I started to think about was how hot it would be for you and I to fuck the same guy together.”

I thought about it for a second. All I could think about was how incredibly hot that would be. I’ve always thought my dad was the most handsome, most beautiful man in the world. Fucking a guy together would be amazing.

“Dad, I think that would be the most amazing trip ever.”

He smiled. “Sweet. I’ll make the reservations. I know a good gay resort.”

“Damn, dad. You get around.” I playfully punched him.

“Son, when I travel, I’m a huge slut,” he said as he turned his head and looked at me, smiling.

“Apparently.”

“Chip, if we go,” he looked me straight in the eye, very serious eye contact, in a very sexy low voice, “are you going to slut out with me, Chip?”

“Oh, I think I can do that with you, Dad,” I promised confidently.

Once again, we fist bumped. That was getting a little obnoxious. “Fuck yeah. I cannot wait to watch you cum inside a hot guy,” he commented as he stroked his huge cock through his shorts.

“Is this going to be weird between us?” I asked. “I mean, we’re basically talking about tag teaming dudes together. Is that weird?”

“Only as weird as YOU make it. I just see it as two very hot guys using our talents to find and fuck some dudes. It doesn’t have to get weird. Tell you what, let’s make a pact. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, and you tell me the minute you are uncomfortable.”

“Deal.” We shook hands. “I have to say, you are very nonchalant about this whole ‘seeing your son fuck another dude’ thing.”

“Chip, I think we’re past the point of just playing the father, son roles. We’re grown ass men. The game has changed. You know about me and I know about you. You just watched me fuck the hell out of Devon. I think I’m ok with watching you fuck the hell out of another dude and not worrying about ruining our relationship. Yeah, I’m your dad but now I’m your wingman.”

He winked at me and then grabbed my bicep and squeezed it playfully. “Damn, your big,” he commented. “You’ve always had nice guns.”

“YOUR genetics, Big Daddy,” I teased.

“I would be lying if didn’t say I think you are the most beautiful guy I know. So fucking proud of you, son. You’ve grown into a very hot man. You’ve been the best son a dad could want.”

I blushed. “It was cool growing up having a dad like you. All my friends were so jealous of me. You’re amazingly good looking. Your body is crazy hot. And then…I…”

“What?” he asked. I was quiet, thinking. He broke the silence. “And then?”

I let out a deep sigh. “Fuck. I don’t think I should say anything. It’ll just make things awkward.”

“No, it won’t. Chip, awkward should be talking with my son about the guys I’ve fucked, but, so far, no awkwardness,” he said as he put his hand on my hand and squeezed.

Damn, he called me Chip, while holding my hand, while talking about sex.

I looked over at him. “Really? Promise you won’t get, you know, weirded out?”

“I swear,” he said as he squeezed my hand tighter. “I love you. Nothing you could say to me would weird me out. Now, stop being a little pussy and tell me!” he growled playfully.

“Ok. Seeing you fuck Devon, well, if I’m being honest, it made me a little jealous,” I said quietly as my eyes diverted to the ceiling.

“Yeah?” he almost whispered. “Why is that?” he asked as he squeezed my hand a little harder. All a sudden a jolt of electricity shot throw my arm. His warm hand made me feel safe and protected.

“Dunno,” I paused.

“Yeah, you do,” he said quietly. “Say it.”

“When I was watching you fuck Devon, I kind of wanted to be him. That confused me since I don’t really like to bottom but seeing you guys kiss almost made me shoot.”

He turned onto his side. His hand came up to my chest and stroked it. Then he took my chin and turned my head to his.

“Since we’re sharing, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with you. When I fuck Devon, it’s as close to fucking you as I could get.”

I stared into his eyes. He smiled. He pulled my face to his and we kissed. It was a long, drawn out, sensual kiss. His tongue in my mouth felt amazing. We kissed as we both ran our hands along each other’s musculature. After a few minutes, we parted lips and returned to laying side by side. We continued to hold hands while we quietly laughed.

“Did I just make out with my dad,” I started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“That WILL be as close as you get. I told you, I don’t bottom,” I winked.

“So, you’re thinking about sex with the old man? Face it, ‘being Devon’ means you wanted what he was getting. What he was getting was a good hard fuck from yours truly.”

“You would be so lucky,” I retorted. “Calm down, old man.”

We both laughed and then lay there quietly, mulling over what dad just said. Both of us visualizing what that would look like. It was a nice visual.

Did I want dad to fuck me? Did I want to be like Devon, getting fucked like a whore, begging for my dad’s cock like some drunk sorority girl?

We both lay quiet until dad decided to break the silence.

“So, I take it you’re not mad anymore about me fucking Devon?”

“Nah. Who am I kidding? If the tables were turned and he was your best friend, I would have fucked him too.”

“Good, because I’ve been nailing a couple of your other friends.”

I sat up and punched him in the arm. “Dude? Really? You’re a fucking slut!”

“Hey! Watch who you’re calling a slut! I’m still your dad. Show some respect. I’m a HUGE fucking slut!” he winked and laughed. “I can’t help it if I’m such a stud. They threw themselves at me like little girls at a boy band concert.”

I rolled my eyes again.

“When did you start fucking my friends?” I asked frustrated.

“When you were about sixteen.”

“Sixteen? Who the hell were you fucking when I was 16?” I asked, starting to get a little pissed.

“Are you sure you want to know, Chip?” he asked with skepticism.

“Yeah, I want to fucking know!” I answered without hesitation.

“Taylor, Joey and Nick,” he said as he counted off three fingers.

I was shocked again. “Oh my god. You fucked them?”

“Yeah,” Dad replied nonchalantly.

“So, you used me to hook up with my friends?” I laughed.

“No, I didn’t use you. They just happened to come around the house a lot…when you weren’t here,” he mumbled. “Besides, you brought them here all the time. Those horny little fuckers kept staring at me. They kept flaunting themselves when you weren’t looking. They were always complimenting me on my body and my clothes. It wasn’t premeditated.”

“How…”

“They were so cute,” he said, interrupting me. Giddy as little kids on Christmas morning. “Sometimes one would show up out of the blue. We’d go upstairs and fuck on your bed. Not my idea, they all wanted to. Sometimes we just fucked on the couch if it was a quickie. Joey and Nick knew about the other. Taylor didn’t.”

“How did they know about each other?” I asked.

“Oh, because I fucked them both at the same time. Yeah, they would lay side by side and make out while I alternated between them,” he said with a dirty grin on his face.

Damn he was so casual, telling me how easy it was to fuck my best friends from high school.

“What, did they both just come out and say, “Hey, Mr. Andrews, would you mind fucking the shit out of us?”

“Umm, no.” He said sarcastically. “The first time they came over under the pretense of swimming in the pool to cool off after wrestling practice, knowing I was home alone, and you were at lacrosse or football practice or somewhere. They just showed up one day and asked if they could swim. I, of course, said yes. They went out to the pool and I didn’t think anything of it. I went out about twenty-minutes later to see if they wanted anything to drink. Both boys were wearing the tightest little speedos.”

I looked at him with doubt in my eyes. “Wait. Nick and Joey? Both over six feet tall, built like brick walls, my Nick and Joey, two of the best wrestlers in the district, two of the biggest pussy hounds I know AND they were wearing speedos?”

“Oh yeah, they were,” he said with an evil grin. “And can I just tell you, they were rocking those things. Two tall, strapping, pumped up muscle-boys, ripped to hell, sporting little spandex briefs…I got hard immediately, and they saw it. The guys you know as two pussy-hound, jocks are really two really slutty, muscle bottoms.”

“How the fuck did I not know?” I asked in shock. Is this the fucking Twilight Zone?

Dad lightly punched me in the shoulder. “Hello? How the fuck didn’t they know about you? I’m sure you weren’t exactly a choir boy at sixteen. You were all really good at keeping secrets. It’s not too hard to believe.”

“I feel like an idiot. Three of my best friends were getting boned by my dad. And I didn’t even suspect? What am I saying? Of course, I didn’t suspect. I didn’t even suspect anything about you! How would I know anything was going on at all?”

“And they were both experienced in what they were trying to do. It wasn’t their first time. For sixteen-year-olds, they knew what they were doing.”

“I wonder how they knew,” I wondered. “I was fucking around too but not on that level.”

“Honestly, I’m not stupid. I knew what was going on. I just didn’t expect it to go that far. You were always bringing hot guys around. You have no idea how many times I had to go into the bathroom and jack off when your buddies were here.”

I laughed. “That is hilarious! Here you are trying to hold your shit together while me and buddies were hanging out, shirtless, playing grab-ass, swimming naked.”

“I’m pretty sure some of MY friends had your dick hard too!” Dad accused.

“Oh no, don’t change the subject. I want more details,” I said with my hand on his chest.

“What else is there to say? I fucked them,” he shrugged.

“You just ‘fucked them?’ I asked flippantly. “How does an older man go about just casually fucking two sixteen-year-old friends of his son?”

“Ah, have you seen me?” he bragged, cocky and somewhat douchey.

I rolled my eyes again. “Ok, conceited. Enough with how hot you are.”

He continued. “I knew what was going on. Two muscle-boys in speedos spreading suntan lotion on each other’s bodies, slowly and sensually? It was like being at a pool at a gay hotel. Come on, they wanted it. I walked over to them to ask if they wanted anything to drink. They both lay down on the loungers and purposely flexed their abs for me as they said, “sure.” So, what is a self-respecting bisexual muscle-loving dad supposed to do? I went into the house and put on the sexiest speedo I had hidden, for when I take business trips. I slicked my hair back, put on some sunglasses, grabbed a couple of sodas and came back out to the pool. You should have seen their faces when they saw me walking towards them. It helped that I had just got home from the gym before they dropped by. I was pumped.

“Thought I would join you guys.” I handed them their sodas, took off my sunglasses and handed them to Nick. Then, I slowly entered the pool and slowly sank down into the water. I swam a lap under water and then came up, slicked my hair back again and then slowly rose out of the pool. I was wet, tan and sexy as fuck. Water dripping from my hard muscles. I handed a bottle of suntan lotion to Joey and asked if he could get my back. He jumped at the chance and his big hands felt up every inch of the back of my body.

I could see Dad’s brain turning, remembering that day, a narrative going in his head.