Dad's a God

The Present

Jason

“Holy shit,” I said quietly as he rammed his cock into my upturned ass. “Ohhhh yeeahhh.”

“That’s a good boy,” he whispered gruffly into my ear. “Good fucking boy.”

I felt him bottom out again and pause. He let me get used to the girth and length of his beer can cock. I felt him rotate his hips corkscrewing my insides.

“Holy fucking shit…that’s good,” I said breathlessly but with effort.

“Feels so good. Tight fucking ass,” he said as he pulled out to the tip and then slammed back in hard. “Dad’s gonna fuck you all the time.”

“UMPH!” I made the sound with bugged-out eyes. FUCK!” I yelled out while I turned my head to look at him. I didn’t hate it. I fucking loved it. The power of his force turned me on. He definitely knows how to fuck my big, round, football player ass hard and rough.

“Yeah, you like that, boy. You like this big cock filling your tight, smooth, jock hole,” he told me as he picked up the pace even faster than before.

“Fuck yeah! I fucking love it. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

“Damn, you’re a good fuck. Such a hot boy. Fucking stud,” he said panting. I could feel his sweat dripping on to my chest. “My stud football player.”

“You like fucking your boy? Huh? You like fucking my ass?” I asked as I squeezed my tight hole.

“I love fucking your hole, baby boy. I’ll do it every single fucking day. Can you handle that? Getting fucked every day like this?”

He knew I could. I wouldn’t be able to get enough. All it would take is one look from him or a growl and I’d be naked and ass up in a heartbeat.

“You fucking bet I can. Your boy is built for this. Built to be fucked.”

“That’s my boy!” he said as he slammed in hard. “I’m going mess inside you, baby boy. Make your insides sticky.”

I looked back at him over my shoulder, taking in his flushed red musculature as he used me. “Cum inside me, dad! Cum inside your boy!”

And he did just that. Dad exploded inside me as he ground his cock deeper inside me.

“FUCK! GOD DAMN, JASON! FUCK!” he yelled out as he emptied another load in my ass.

He fell down on top of me, panting and sweaty. “God damn, my son is fucking slut,” he said quietly as he kissed my neck.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, old man.” I said with a sly smile.

The Past

My dad is a god. There I said it. He’s a fucking god and I worship the ground he walks on. I have ever since I can remember but lately, I’m becoming obsessed. Since I was 15 years old and I realized I was gay, I started to notice my dad in a different light.

Dad is a stud. He’s the most confident man I know, and I would do anything he said. I want to look like him, talk like him, I want to be him. He’s handsome as fuck. Dark hair that’s thick and wavy and it looks great no matter how he styles it. His jaw is square with a dimple in his chin. His eyes glow green. His body is amazing. n

He’s always been handsome, and everyone always notices. Everywhere we go I hear the whispers and snickers if teenage girls and housewives when he walks by. His alpha demeanor is on display with shoulders back, chest out, a cocky strut to his walk.

When I was 15 and I got into sports in high school is when I started to notice his body. His body is perfect. He’s the only dad I know who has a fucking 8-pak and 4% bodyfat. I know from his suits that he wears a 44R and the tag on his jeans reads 31 waist. But the best thing about him is his ass. It’s high, tight and bubble. He has a natural arch in his lower back that just accentuates the curve of his ass. His legs are muscular and cut, he looks amazing in shorts.

I was awkward the first couple years in high school but with the help of baseball and football, by my junior year I was packing on muscle and looking more like my dad every day. It was obvious when you looked at us that we were father and son. The taller I grew and the more muscular I became the resemblance was uncanny.

My senior year was a turning point. I turned 18, my body was jacked, I was popular, and I was a fucking stud. My junior year I had found out one of my buddies from the baseball team was gay and he’s who I had my first kiss and my first fuck. By that summer I was banging him, he was banging me, and we banged other guys together. My senior year turned out to be non-stop sex with hot dudes, most like me and on the downlow as well.

But the whole time this was going on, my dad only got hotter with age. He was my biggest supporter. He encouraged me to be the best in everything I do. He’s the reason I excelled in sports, the reason I am confident and the reason I work hard to look good. My crushing on my dad was getting more intense. He’s the kind of guy I wanted to be with. I wanted someone older, experienced, attractive, athletic and dominant just like dad.

The night everything changed was a few weeks after I turned 18. My buddy Tucker and I were going at it in my bedroom. I was on my back and my legs were wrapped around his waist. The fuck-talk was loud, and the grunting and yelling were even louder. It was all so loud that we didn’t hear my dad come home. That’s when the door to my room opened and there stood my dad with jaw hanging open, his eyes wide and he was speechless.

“Oh, shit!” Tucker gasped and then he freaked out and scrambled off the bed and started to frantically put his clothes on. “Oh my god. Oh, my fucking god,” was all he kept repeating as he slid on his t-shirt.

At the same time, I sat up, pulled the sheet over me and just said one word, “Fuck!” I buried my face in my hands and just kept murmuring, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Tucker was a nervous wreck as he fumbled with his jeans. He grabbed his shoes and scrambled to the door. But dad didn’t budge from the doorway and blocked him.

“I got to go, Mr. G.,” Tucker pleaded.

Dad was still staring at me in disbelief. “Just stop,” he said with a hand up to Tucker.

I looked at my dad and thought he was about to go ballistic, but his demeanor changed. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. “Why didn’t you tell me, Jason?”

I was silent for a few seconds, finding my words. “I wanted to, but I was scared,” I said.

“Scared? Scared of what? Me?” dad asked with disappointment in his voice.

“Yeah. I was afraid you’d get mad and throw me out.”

Dad looked at Tucker. “And you?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. G. I’m sorry. It just happened. I’m so sorry. Don’t be mad. Please, PLEASE don’t tell my parents!” Tucker begged.

“Jesus, Tucker, I’m not telling your parents. That’s something you are going to have to do someday.”

Tucker breathed a sigh of relief.

“Jason, I don’t care if you’re gay. Why would you think that?”

“Because…because you’re you.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” he said with a surprised tone.

“I don’t know. You’re so intense and a fucking control freak. You’re intimidating. I thought you would be disappointed.”

He gave me another frustrated look. “Jason, I could never be disappointed in you. You’re my son. I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me something like this. I thought we were close like best friends?” he asked.

“Tucker,” he said as he stood aside, “Are you ok? I can tell you’re freaking out.”

Tucker nodded his head. “Yes, Mr. G. Thank you for not going nuts on me.”

“You can go. And Tucker, you’re welcome here anytime. You don’t have to sneak around here anymore. And call me Michael like I told you to.”

Tucker smiled. “Thank you, Sir,” he said, “I mean, Michael.” And then he left.

Dad turned to me and took a few steps inside my room. I was still under a sheet and leaning back against the headboard. My fuck boner completely gone.

Dad kind of hesitated before saying, “So, you and Tucker. I have to say I would never have guessed in a million years that either of you were into guys.”

I shrugged. “Yeah. We don’t exactly advertise. Tucker has a girlfriend.”

“Poor kid. He’s always been a little awkward around me, but this really scared him. I didn’t mean to,” dad said with a concerned tone,

I chuckled. “Dad, he’s ONLY awkward around you. He thinks you’re hot as fuck. You make him nervous.”

“What? He does?” dad asked. “Wow. This is going to take a little getting used to.” He chuckled and shook his head. I lifted my eyebrows wondering what could be so amusing.

“So, you’re a bottom,” he stated. I was shocked he even knew what that was. “That’s…unexpected.”

“Oh?” I asked confused by his comment.

“Yeah. I mean, I would assume if you were gay, you would be a top.” I looked at him with embarrassment in my eyes. He saw that and tried to recover, adding quickly, “You’re a take charge kind of guy and well, look at you. You’re not exactly a gay stereotype.”

I still looked uncomfortable. I shrugged. “Sometimes I top. When I hook up with Tucker, I always bottom. He’s only a top.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I assume there are others. I mean, you ARE my kid, you must be getting laid all the time.”

I thought for a second if I should divulge my sexual history but then I’ve told him everything so far. There’s no use in hiding anymore.

I chuckled. “Yeah, dad. There are others.” I sat up straight and folded my arms over my chest about to brag. “A bunch of others.”

He grinned a big white dazzling grin then he laughed and held out his fist. “That’s my boy.”

I was shocked that he was so cool with it, and he was actually congratulating me on getting laid. I bumped his fist with a cocky grin.

“I’m really happy you’re so cool about this,” I said.

“Why wouldn’t I be? My stud son is getting tail…and dick,” he corrected himself, “I was getting laid when I was your age. You’re a handsome, athletic teenage boy with raging hormones. I would be worried if you weren’t getting laid.”

“And you’re cool with me…”

“Getting fucked?” he said interrupting me as if he could read my mind.

“Well, yeah.”

“Jason, you like what you like. Did you think that makes you less of a man or something?” he asked.

I thought about it and that was probably the exact reason I was always insecure about putting out for other guys, on my back and my legs up.

“I guess,” I shrugged.

“Don’t be. In my book, I think you have to be more of a man to take dick in your ass. I mean, look at Tucker. He’s a big stud. I’m sure he isn’t the most gentle fucker. From what I saw when I came in, he wasn’t exactly holding back,” he laughed.

I laughed. “No, Tucker is a rough son-of-a-bitch. But that’s the way I like it.”

“Rough and hard, huh? Figures.”

“There’s no other way I like it,” I said confidently.

“Makes sense. You’re, uh…built to take it,” he said with a nodding head gesture to my whole body. There was an awkward silence before he said, “You take a beating on the field, why not from a guy like Tucker.”

“Yeah,” I agreed with a nod. “Beating is in an understatement.”

“So, there are other guys. Like, how many?” he asked nervously.

I laughed. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Son, I just caught you getting boned by your best friend. I can take it.”

God damn, he was handsome. I looked into his eyes as I contemplated telling him what he wanted to know. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

I took a deep breath. “I guess, ten? Maybe twelve,” I said with a wince. I knew it was probably more, but he didn’t need to know that.

He flinched. “Twelve? God, Jason. When do you find the time?”

“I know. But when you’re gay and you’re an athlete with a nice body, it’s really easy to get laid. I find others like me. There’s more out there than you think.”

“Huh,” he mumbled. He looked down at the floor and without looking at me asked, “Any adult men?” I could tell he winced when he asked. Probably not wanting to cross a line or just simply scared of the answer.

I let out a deep breath. “Yeah. A few married guys. But they’re hot!” I added quickly like that made a difference.

Dad laughed. “Knowing you I wouldn’t expect them to be ugly.”

“Sometimes having an older guy is hot. They’re more experienced and they get turned on fucking a kid who looks like me.”

Dad shook his head amusingly. “Wow. My boy’s kind of a slut,” he grinned again like he was proud of it. His tone had changed to more of a bro-tone. Very casual, very best friends talking about sex.

I flinched and then hesitated. “Well, I guess it depends on your definition of slut?” I laughed. He’s right. I am kind of a slut. I’ll put out for any hot guy that wants me. And that’s usually any dude who shows interest.

“Um, I think twelve guys, maybe more, qualifies as a slut,” he said sarcastically. “I know you too well. I know you’re lying. There’s more than twelve,” he laughed.

“What can I say? I’m hot,” I shrugged with a cocky swagger. “And I’m constantly fucking horny.”

He nodded and said, “You’re my son, of course, you are.”

We both smiled and then laughed.

“So, these…married guys. Do they ever, you know, roleplay with you? Like pretend you’re their son?”

Of course, they did. I wasn’t sure if I should confess the roleplay stuff. It made me nervous. I don’t know how he would take it.

“Yeah, almost all of them. It’s a common kink closeted married dudes have. They all seem to have a thing for their kid or at least a fantasy of one.”

He nodded again. “And you, you’re ok with it?”

I had to catch my breath before I told him the truth. “Yes. I like it. In fact, I sometimes roleplay they’re my dad with them. It gets them off.”

Dad was quiet and I could tell the wheels were turning in his head. He seemed to be taking it ok. He didn’t seem weirded out.

“They’re your…dad?” he swallowed. “You mean, me?”

I cowered and pulled my sheet up higher in embarrassment. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

Dad suddenly looked concerned. “Of course! I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I’m sorry for prying,” he said as he stood.

“It’s ok, dad. I’m just done talking about it for a while. I’ll tell you more later. I just want to shower and get this cum off me,” I said with a nervous smile.

“Of course. I’m going to start some dinner. You hungry?”

“Starving. Sex takes it out of me.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Come downstairs when you’re cleaned up.”

That night we didn’t talk about what had happened that day. I guess it was too awkward. We talked about football and school. I could tell he wanted to ask me more questions, but he knew when I didn’t feel like talking.

After watching some TV, I told him I was going to bed. In reality I was going to get in bed and sext with Tucker.

“Hey, Jason,” dad said as I went up the stairs.

I turned, “Yeah?”

“I love you. You know that, right?”

I smiled and felt warm inside. “I love you too, dad. Good night.”

Michael

How can I look at my kid the same way ever again? How did I never see it? I guess I got too caught up in his athletics and work. He’s such a gifted athlete, just like me. I was too distracted with his training and his grades. He dated girls so how was I supposed to know he was fucking guys too. He’s grown into such a fucking stud. I see so much of me in him, and I really love that. It’s like reliving my teenage years all over again, vicariously through him.

Plus, I have been having really pervy thoughts about him. Ever since he started filling out, he’s become sexy as fuck. His body responds so well to training and he’s like walking sex on legs. What guy wouldn’t want to fuck that ass. The boy can wear a pair of football pants like no other.

The thought of him on his back with a dick in his ass is more than I can take. It’s good we stopped our father/son conversation when we did. I was getting boned. Now, I want to know who all these older guys are who are fucking my kid. Lucky bastards. I’m sure I can figure it out. He said they were hot, so I’ll just have to go through my mental rolodex of hot DILFs that live around here.

He roleplays with these guys like they’re his dad. Like they’re me. My kid is into me. That’s the only explanation. Who wouldn’t be into me?

Then there’s Tucker. Christ, give me ten minutes with that kid and I’ll have that hot fuck riding my cock. I’ll have to work on him. It shouldn’t be too difficult. He already wants me.

Jason’s mom and I divorced a very long time ago. I’ve always considered myself bisexual, but I’d say since Jason was about fourteen, I’ve been fucking guys for the most part. No one knows. I’m very discreet. Had I known my kid was gay, I would have come out to him long ago.

Now what do I do. My kid is hot for me, I’m hot for him. There’s a line that would have to be crossed and after what I witnessed today; I want to cross it. Hell, I want to destroy it.

I’m going to tell him about me. Now that he’s out in the open, it’s only fair I do the same.

Jason

“Dude! How are you doing?” Tucker asked quietly as we walked to class.

“Fine. It’s actually a relief that the old man knows.” I shrugged with a heavy sigh.

“I bet. Your dad isn’t as much of a hard-ass as I thought he was,” Tucker said.

“No, I guess not. Just when you think you know your dad, this happens and now I see him in a different light.”

“So, he’s ok with you being into dudes?”

“Yeah. No problem at all. In fact, he wanted to know details.”

Tucker stopped. “Details? Sex details?”

“Uh huh. Like how many guys I’ve been with. We talked about me getting fucked,” I whispered to him.

“Oh my god, I bet that fact really pissed him off,” Tucker imagined.

“Nope. I mean, he was surprised but…you know when he told me? He told me he thinks you have to be more of a man to take cock then to give it.”

Tucker gasped. “He said that?”

“No lie,” I shook my head in disbelief as well.

“God damn it. Your dad supports you in everything you do. He’d probably support you if you were a serial killer. You’re so lucky, dude. You have a dad who fucking cares

AND he’s hot as fuck,” Tucker said, obviously jealous.

I burst with pride as I knew he was right. “Oh yeah, by the way, I told him you think he is hot as fuck.”

Tucker stopped again and slapped a big hand against my chest to stop me. “WHAT?” he yelled out which made everyone around stop and stare at us. He saw that and then pushed me into an empty classroom and shut the door. “You did what?” he asked again, quitter but angry.

I laughed. “Relax, Tuck. He didn’t care. The cocky bastard probably got off on it. Who wouldn’t want a fucking hot piece of ass like you thinking they’re hot as fuck?”

“You’re an asshole. Now what am I going to do when I’m around him? He fucking knows I think he’s hot.”

“You’re an idiot, dude. Just act the way you always do, which is act awkward. He said you’re always nervous around him so you can just keep acting like a schoolgirl with a crush and you’ll be fine,” I laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

“God, this sucks!” he pouted.

“Did you forget that now that he knows, you can come over and fuck the crap out of me without sneaking around?” I told him.

He was quiet and then a smile. “Oh, yeah. Oh yeah!” he repeated in revelation. “That’s true. I can come over and bone the shit of your tight ass all the time! Any time I want!”

“Slow your roll, lover boy. Stand in line,” I said with a very confident, cocky and dickish tone.

Tucker flinched and looked hurt.

I readjusted my backpack strap. “Tuck, we’re not fucking boyfriends. We talked about this. I’m not exclusive with anyone and it’s going to stay that way. Now that dad knows, I intend on having a ton more sex with a ton more dudes. At home.”

“I know, Jason. I’m not a total fag. I’m not exclusive either. You just don’t have to be such a dick about it. You’re one of the few dudes I bang and honestly, you’re my favorite. I thought since we’re best friends you would put me at the top of the list.”

I cocked an eyebrow and half smiled. This hot fucker was in love with me. I fucking knew it. It always happens this way. All it takes is five minutes in my ass and they all want to fucking marry me. But I have to admit, Tucker is one of my favorites as well. But I’m not interested in him romantically. I’m only eighteen and I still have college.

“Chill, buddy. It’s cool. Of course, you’re top of my list, no pun intended. That’s never going to change.”

He looked relieved. He looked around, sort of embarrassed that he caught himself acting like a bitchy girlfriend. “Cool, cool. I’m good.”

“Sweet! So, wanna come over after school and fuck me?” I asked hoping to make him feel better.

He closed his eyes like he was having a silent orgasm. “Dude. Why did you just give me that visual? I have to give a presentation in class and now I’m boned up.”

“So, no on fucking me?” I teased.

“YES, on fucking you, you hot fuck,” he answered way to quickly.

Michael

I got home late from work. Tucker’s truck was out front. I knew they had to be fucking and I really hope they weren’t done. I wanted to sneak in and see if I can get another eyeful.

I walked in and set my briefcase on the table. I heard the boys talking and then Tucker came bounding down the stairs. He was sweaty and his cock was still hard in his jeans which he tried to hide with an untucked t-shirt.

“Hey, Michael,” he greeted me but didn’t look me in the eye. It was cute. Jason must have told him I knew that he liked me.

“Tucker. Are you done fucking my son?” I taunted nonchalantly.

He froze. “Um…,” he choked. He looked upstairs and then at me. He looked down at the floor. “Uh, yeah.” He was quiet for a second. “All done.”

God, I love fucking with this boy’s head.

“Great. Are you staying for dinner?” I asked like it was the most normal conversation.

“No. I have to get home…homework,” he stammered. Yeah, he knows I know.

“Ok,” I replied back. I opened the fridge and took out a beer. “By the way, you’re looking swole lately. Hitting the weights HARDER than usual?” I said staring at his hard cock bulge. The look on his face when I emphasized the word harder was priceless.

He looked down at himself and casually put his palm on his left pec and cupped it, “Uh, yeah?” He answered like a question.

“I can tell. Looking good,” I said as I walked past him a little too close and patted him on his other pec.

I waked to the bottom of the stairs and yelled up. “Jason!”

“Yeah?” he replied.

“What do you want for dinner?” I yelled back.

“Um, can we just order a pizza or something? I’m starving!”

“Yeah. I’ll order online,” I said as I walked to the counter where my phone was.

“K. I’ll be down in a few minutes. I’m gross,” he answered and then I heard his shower turn on. I chuckled.

I cocked my eyebrow at Tucker. “A shower? What’d you do, cum all over him?”

I think Tucker shit his pants.

“Um…I mean…,” he stuttered.

“It’s ok, Tucker. A big guy like you probably shoots gallons,” I commented with a wink and a smile.

He awkwardly smiled back. “Yeah. I kind of do. He…he likes it when I shoot all over him,” he said slowly, trying to figure out why the hell he was telling Jason’s dad how he jacks off on his son.

“I bet he does,” was all I said as I pierced his eyes with my own. I noticed he hadn’t left yet. He was lingering and his dick was still hard. “From the looks of what you’re packing, Jason probably enjoys wherever you shoot it.”

The gorgeous athlete swallowed hard but couldn’t break my gaze. “Yeah,” he said quietly.

I looked upstairs, the shower still running, I looked back at Tucker. I had a few more minutes to terrorize the hot muscle boy.

“Says he likes it rough. That’s my boy. He likes everything the HARD way.”

Tucker was now cocking his head, staring at me. He was trying to read me. He knew I knew about his hard-on for me. I could tell he was starting to catch on to my little game. Tucker was beginning to figure out that I might be hot for him as well and maybe my kid. I could see the knowing look in his eyes. He smiled deviously. His cocky was coming out.

“Yeah, Michael. Your kid loves it rough. Loves it hard. Loves it on his back, his legs over my shoulders,” he described the details with quiet seductive tones.

“He’s a big boy. He can take it. With an ass like he has, who wouldn’t want to take a run at it?” I said before I took a swig of beer.

“Yeah. WHO wouldn’t?” he said catching my incestuous inuendo.

“You’re a stud, Tucker. You got girlfriends too. Do you fuck my son like a girl?”

He rubbed his cock over his jeans. “Your son is a bitch for cock.”

“You cum inside him, Tucker? You breed him?” I ask biting my bottom lip.

He leaned forward, palms flat on the counter, his triceps bulging as they flexed to hold him up. His face close to mine.

“I always breed my bitches,” he growled.

I was rock hard, and my suit pants weren’t hiding it. Our faces still inches apart and he was no longer intimidated by me and was now playing my game.

“He’s tight?” I whispered.

“Hell yeah,” he answered the same way.

“Tighter than pussy?”

“He’s ass IS a pussy,” he replied and then licked his lips. I closed my eyes briefly in the moment imagining how tight Jason’s muscle butt must be. Tucker read the lust in my face.

He smirked. “You’d like Jason’s pussy. It’s so warm inside. He knows how to flex it around my cock while I’m pounding him. Looking down and seeing his big fucking arms bulge, his chest twitch while he strokes himself off while I breed him. He’s so fucking handsome…like his dad.”

This time I swallowed hard. “Yes. I probably would like it.”

“You should try it,” he said, our lips just about an inch apart.

“I will,” I replied, and my lips met his. I short wet kiss before I leaned back.

He was breathing hard. His left palm rubbing his cock, a wet spot appearing through the denim.

We heard the shower stop and we both stood up straight.

“I better get going,” Tucker announced as he walked towards the front door.

I followed him. When he grabbed the handle, I grasped his muscular shoulder with my hand. He stopped.

“For the record, I think you’re hot as fuck too,” I growled into his ear.

He turned his head to me. “Lucky me. Two Giancana’s under the same roof. Makes it easier to bone both of them.”

I smiled. “We’ll see who bones who,” I warned.

“I’m sure like father, like son,” he said as he opened the door and stepped out.

I went upstairs to get out of my suit. I laughed to myself at the exchange I just had with Tucker. I knew I could get that jock stud to open up to me. He also caught on to the fact I thought Jason was ripe for the picking.

Jason

I really needed that shower. Tucker jizzed all over my back and I had it in my hair. Not to mention how much he loaded my ass up with a day of pent up cum. I threw on a pair of workout shorts and a t-shirt and headed down stairs.

The doorbell rang and it was the pizza guy. He was a cute guy, maybe 19 or 20 years old.

I put the pizza on the counter and dug in. I always feel refreshed after a nice deep fuck. I felt renewed and I felt like a stud having just been nailed but one of the hottest guys in school. Tucker is so hot, so muscular, so fucking masculine. I love it when he kisses me during sex and when he calls me a bitch when he’s deep inside me.

“Good pizza?” my dad asks as he enters the kitchen. I stop in mid-bite. Dad is wearing a tight pair of spandex boxer briefs and a very tight heather-gray t-shirt that says Pen State stretched across his chest. He’s never dressed this way before.

“Yeah,” I said with my mouth full.

“I bet you’re starving,” he said as he grabbed a plate.

“Yeah,” was all I said as I watched his biceps flex.

He took a bite and savored it. Fuck, he was so handsome. I know I keep saying that but he is. Model-good looking.

“Getting fucked after a full day of school and football practice would make anyone tired. Even you,” he laughed and winked.

I can’t get used to how nonchalant is being about all of this. He walked over to the fridge to get a beer and I couldn’t help but stare at his powerful ass in those tight briefs, his beautiful athletic hamstrings, and round calves. Oh, man, I am really jonesing for my dad. No one should look that good at 40.

I choked on my food. “Dad!” I said in embarrassment.

“What?” he said with a dazzing smile, holding up his hands innocently.

“Stop talking about me and sex. It’s embarrassing.”

“Oh, Jason. Don’t be such a prude. You’re young and having sex. It’s a normal part of life. I just want you to feel comfortable talking about it.”

“I am, dad. It’s just that you’re too…normal about it.”

“I just said it was normal. Don’t get all butt-hurt. Oh, wait, too late,” he smiled deviously.

I paused and then saw the humor in it and broke down laughing as well. It was nice to be this close to my dad. It was even better that I could be honest about myself and he didn’t judge.

“You’re dressed very pervy,” I teased with a raised eyebrow.

“Pervy?” he said with a quick scan of himself. “What does that mean?”

“You’re usually dressed in beat up jeans and a ragged t-shirt after work, that’s all.”

He shrugged his big shoulders. “It’s been a long day and this is comfortable. It’s what I wear to bed.”

“I know,” I replied as I took a bite and glanced at my phone.

He looked so fucking sexy and a little bit slutty like he was showing off or something. Maybe it was all the teenage sex going on in the house and it was making him feel more sexual. More like a stud because his hot athlete son is getting non-stop sex.

For the rest of the evening we sprawled out in the living room and watched TV and played a round of COD. I noticed several times the way he was stretched out on the couch, his feet resting on the coffee table, his quads flexed. He’d occasionally run his hand over his big tricep, massaging it like they were sore or something. He was putting himself on display.

I went to bed horny as fuck. That night I jacked off to images of my dad and his muscular body. As if I haven’t done that before.

Tucker

Fuck, I kissed Jason’s dad. He thinks I’m hot. He wants to fuck me. This is huge! What do I do about Jason? Do I tell him? Do I tell him I kissed his dad? Do I tell him his dad is into dudes too? I don’t think his dad would mind that much since he was so blatant and bold about his intentions with me and his son.

I was distant with Jason the day after my kiss with his dad. I didn’t know how to act or what to say. I figures if I just steered clear, I would be lying about anything. We didn’t even fuck after school. I wonder if he noticed.

Jason

Tucker is ignoring me and I don’t know why. Maybe it was because he felt weird about fucking me with dad in the house. Maybe it’s because my dad knows Tucker likes him and it makes him feel weird. Who knows with that guy?

I texted him and asked if he wanted to fuck after school. He said he was busy. That dude is NEVER too busy to fuck me. Besides, I wanted to talk to him about my dad.

Michael

I was feeling especially ornery tonight. So, I picked up my phone and decided to text muscle boy Tucker.

-Hey Tucker-

There was a long silence before I saw the three floating dots telling me he was texting back.

Michael?

-Yeah. I was hoping you had my number-

Yeah. You gave it to me a long time ago

-Ah yes. I remember-

Of course, I remembered.

So what’s up? Did I do something wrong?

-LOL no. I just wanted to chat-

Ok. About?

-You-

Another long pause.

Ok.

-Did you think about what we said last night?-

Yeah.

-And?-

Been thinking about it all day.

-Thought so. Me too-

Honestly, I’m not sure what to do. I’m thinking about Jason too.

-Me too-

About me and him fucking? LOL

-That too-

That too? Are you also thinking about fucking him? LOL

-And you-

Ok. That’s what I thought we were talking about.

-You ok with that?-_

Fuck yes! I’d give my left nut to watch you fuck Jason.

-Do you think he would be cool with that?-

Probably. I think he would get into that. We always talk about how hot you are. He likes having a dad that’s hotter than the others.

-Good-

You want to fuck me too?

-Of course-

I don’t know about that. I’m a top. Never been fucked.

-Virgin muscle pussy. My wheelhouse-

LOL if you call my ass a pussy again I’ll have to clock you. Don’t care whose dad you are.

-Noted muscle boy-

Now that I like.

-Let’s meet up sometime-

Just you and me?

-Yes-

Um. Ok.

-What’s wrong? Scared?-

NO. Fuck you LOL

-We’ll see. Good night muscle boy-

Night hot dad

Jason

“Dude, you ignoring me?” I asked Tucker on our way to football practice.

“No.”

“Liar. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just got a lot going on.”

“Too much to fuck me?”

“I’ve just been busy that’s all.”

I smirked. “That’s cool. Since you blew me off, I hooked up with Brooks.”

Tucker shook his head in disbelief. “Wow. You couldn’t go one night without?”

“You know how I get during football season. Working out makes me horny as fuck.”

“I know. Trust me,” he mumbled.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about my dad.”

Tucker suddenly stopped. “What? What about your dad?” He said very quickly.

“He’s acting weird that last couple of days.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Just very…sexual?”

“What…what does that mean?” he asked uncomfortably.

“He’s just been very open with his body. Wearing less clothes. Almost flirtatious.”

He chuckled.

“What?” I asked. “Do you know something?”

He looked around and took a deep breath. “Your dad…oh, boy.” He took another deep breath. “Your dad…kissed me.”

I’m sure my eyes shot out from their sockets. “WHAT? Did you hit on my dad, asshole?”

“NO!” he exclaimed. He looked around and then lowered his voice even more. “No. HE kissed me.”

I was in shock. He must be joking.

“Dude. You’re not funny,” I said with an eye roll.

“Jason. I’m not lying. He kissed me while you were in the shower.”

I stared at him. I’ve known Tucker for a very long time and I could tell when he was lying. He wasn’t lying.

“Wh…why did he kiss you?”

“He thinks I’m hot.”

“Ok. Everyone thinks you’re hot, dufus.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact your dad kissed me.”

“Did you kiss him back?”

“Fuck yes I kissed him back! You think I’m crazy?”

I looked at him and shook my head. Of course, he kissed him back. It’s Tucker. And it’s my dad. My dad was gay. My dad was gay? How did I not see this? I never suspected. It does explain why he’s been so cool about all this. And it explains all the sex talk about me and Tucker.

“So, he just reached over and pulled you in and kissed you?”

“No. Not exactly,” he replied with a slight wince.

“What does that mean?” I asked curiously.

“He was talking about us fucking. The conversation got more…dirty. We talked about you. He asked me how tight you were. If I came inside you.”

I’m sure I looked like an idiot, frozen, probably a dumbass look on my face.

“He did?” I swallowed hard. “He…he wanted to know what it was like to have sex with me?”

“Yeah.”

“What does this mean?”

Tucker chuckled. “It means your dad wants to bone you, dude.”

Everything that has happened in the last few days became clearer and clearer. He was showing off for me. Advertising the goods. It was like he knew I thought about being with him all the time.

Tucker patted me on the shoulder. “If it’s any consolation, he wants to bone me too.”

I looked at him with a wrinkled forehead and a cocked eye. “You? Bottom? That’s funny.”

“Well, he says it will happen. Frankly, I plan on boning him.”

I snapped my neck looking at Tucker. “You do? I mean, you’re going to have sex with him?”

He laughed again like I said something stupid. “Fuck yeah, dude! Are you kidding me? Your dad is fucking sex on legs. He’s one of the hottest dudes I know or seen for that matter. Plus, getting to fuck a hot father and son is beyond the biggest orgasm.”

“You’re an asshole,” I laughed with a punch to the shoulder.

“Hey, that’s why you love me,” he punched back. When he said that there was an awkward silence. The word love, even in jest, made me cringe. No matter now. I had other things to think about.

The Present

Jason

I got home after practice, sweaty, a little tired but I was pumped, my muscles swollen from the hard work out. I showered to get the stink off me. Dad would be home soon and we had to have a talk. Obviously, we felt the same way. We both wanted to fuck each other. Would this be weird? Would this fuck up our relationship? I don’t think I would be traumatized since this is what I’ve always wanted, for a long time.

I decided to pull out all the stops. I wanted to make this talk happen as naturally as possible. I slid on my tightest, spandex football pants that I had cut off into shorts. I turned sideways in the mirror and saw my muscular ass sticking out like a shelf from my arched lower back. I packed myself into a skin-tight t-shirt that emphasized my hard, round pecs and barely fit around my biceps and triceps. The mirror doesn’t lie. I was sexy as fuck.

I heard dad’s car drive up and then he entered the house.

“Jason!” he yelled upstairs from the kitchen.

“Yeah, dad!” I replied. “Upstairs!”

I heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs. I found a place in my room to stand and I thought the best place was with my ass facing him and slightly bent over my desk pretending to look at my homework.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be home or not,” he said as he came in the door. He was quiet for a second.

I casually ran my hand over one of my muscular glutes that were stretching the pants to their limits.

I stood up straight and turned slightly to him. “Just got home a few minutes ago. Took a shower. It was a HARD practice. But I’m all pumped up,” I said as I flexed a bicep.

“Yeah, you are. Nice guns,” he grinned. “You’ve come along way. You’re quite the stud.”

Dad was dressed in one of tailor-made business suits. He looked sexy, so handsome.

“New suit?” I asked as I sauntered over to him. I touched his lapel and ran my fingers down it. “Great fabric.”

“Yeah, got it last week. Been excited about finally wearing it,” he said looking down at me. He was about three inches taller.

I straighten his tie. “Silk?”

“Yeah,” he answered with a hard swallow.

We both stared into each other’s eyes. We were quiet. We continued with the silence as I stepped closer.

Finally, he broke the silence, “You know, don’t you?”

“Yep,” I replied as I placed my palms on his chest.

“Tucker works fast,” he said as he placed his hands on my shoulders.

“He’s a horny bastard. Plus, you’ve been acting fucking flirty that last couple of days.”

“Oh, you caught that?” he winked as he felt my biceps.

“Those spandex briefs don’t leave much to the imagination,” I chuckled with my hands making my way to his shoulders and clasping around his neck.

“Me? Look at you. Those fucking football pants drive me so fucking crazy. Your hot ass packed in, begging to be fucked,” he growled at the end of that sentence. He leaned down, grabbed my ass, squeezed hard and dove in and attacked my mouth with his own. I pulled down on his thick neck and he pulled up on my muscular ass. Our tongues fought with each other, his going down my throat. Our hands roaming one another’s hard bodies.

I stood back and frantically pulled his suit coat off and threw it away as his big hands grabbed the hem of my t-shit and ripped it off my body. Next, I did the same with his shirt and tie. We were panting like wild animals. I undid his belt and pushed his pants and briefs to the floor. His hard, thick cock sprang up and smacked his abs. He roughly grabbed my spandex pants and pushed them down my legs and I stepped out of them.

He grabbed my ass again as I went in for another kiss, throwing my arms around his neck. He turned and threw me onto my bed. I bounced as he pounced on top of me, covering me with this body and attacking my mouth again.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled between kisses.

“Can’t believe this,” I mumbled as I kissed his neck.

“I wish I could go easy on you, buddy, but I don’t think that’s going happen,” he said as he cupped my jaw in one hand.

“Doesn’t matter, dad. Do your worst,” I said defiantly.

He gave me a smack on the cheek before straddling my chest, smacking his cock against my lips.

“Suck dad’s dick, boy,” he said in a gravely masculine voice as he slid his cock between my lips.

I welcomed it. I swallowed it. I watched him throw his head back in ecstasy and bellow out a howl of “fuck yes!”

I took my hand and fisted it as I sucked it like my life depended on it.

He looked down at me with fire in his eyes. “My stud son is a fucking cocksucker.”

I could only mumble a muffled response. He put both hands on my head and started to fuck my face.

“Oh fuck, my fucking beautiful muscle boy is a fucking cocksucker.”

I sucked and swallowed only stopping to jack his big cock. I could tell by his vocal fuck talk and his clenched muscles that he was about to cum.

Suddenly he pulled out.

“No. I’m not cumming yet,” he told me. He backed up his big body until he was between my legs. He grasped tightly my ankles and threw them over his shoulders and folded me in half.

“First time I cum has to be inside you,” he told me with a rough kiss. “I can’t wait to see your face when I fucking paint the inside of your pussy.”

He called it a pussy. Fuck, he HAS been talking with Tucker. No matter. It was hot as shit.

“Fuck yeah, dad. Make my pussy wet,” I said with a slap to his chest.

I felt his cock against my hole. “Look at me. Look me in the eye. I want to see your eyes when I fucking break through your tight muscle cunt.”

He slammed in and I kept my eyes focused on him even though the penetration took my breath away.

“Good boy. Take it. Take it like a good boy,” he coached but not gently.

I grabbed onto his biceps and squeezed them as the flexed. “Fuck, dad. Oh, my GOD!”

“Yeah, take my fuck you fucking bitch!” he spat at me. “Sweet fucking pussy.”

I felt my body being jerked up and down, back and forth. I was grunting and screaming knowing there was no way he would stop if I wanted him too.

“Fucking stud taking cock like a good girl. FUCKING FOOTBALL FAGGOT!” he yelled at me. If I didn’t know him I would have thought he was pissed but I knew what I looked like, who I was and what I was turned him on too much. Besides, I like to be denigrated by men like him during sex. That’s why I like Tucker when he fucks me.

“Look at you. Fucking star athlete, hot as fuck muscular body, fucking stud, on your back taking your dad’s cock like a fucking slut. Use your ass as a cumdump. Fucking slut letting all the guys use you like a fucking cunt. FUCK!” he howled as he kept drilling me harder and harder.