Dad's a God

Jason

I woke from a dead sleep as my ass was speared from behind. I was on my side to start and then felt the heavy weight of him roll me onto my stomach.

“Dad…fuck,” I grunted as I felt his girth stretch me open. His cock plowed forth and my ass felt full. I could hear an animalistic growl deep in his throat and could picture a cocky sneer.

“Got to have that ass again,” he whispered, his breath warm on my ear.

“Oh god. You’re so fucking big, dad,” I moaned as I flexed my ass for him.

“Yeah, baby boy, flex that jock cunt,” dad said as he kissed my neck and shoulder.

“It’s all yours, big guy.”

He began to rut back and forth into me like he was trying to squeeze in as far as he could possibly go.

“Keeping squeezing that ass ring. It’s like a fucking vice around my cock. You’re gonna snap it off at the root,” dad said with a few extra hard thrusts.

I could feel his hands pushing down on the small of my back and massaging their way up my lats to my shoulder blades.

“Flex your back muscles for me,” he ordered.

I flexed as best I could with the weight of 200-pounds of muscle pressing down on my back. I must have done something right.

“God damn, baby boy. Your body is incredible. Your back muscles, your shoulders are a work of art. My stud athlete son with the hard fucking body, taking my dick like a pro. Fuck!” dad continued to fuck me but slower than he did last night.

Last night was a free for all. It was very late when we finally got to sleep. He insisted on making up for lost time. I fell asleep with his arm around my chest, hugging me close to him, his cock still inside me and three healthy loads of the cum that made me, in my gut. I had to admit, I did feel like a slut. But he had a way of making me feel proud and a slut at the same time. Like he was proud of my body, my hard work, my athleticism but at the same time making it seem like all that was for the sole purpose of providing a sexual release for other men. I use my body to get what I want.

Dad slowly rolled his cock around inside me while he continued to feel my muscles. He loves my triceps. I got a nice horseshoe cut back there. The fact that I made him proud at this moment made me warm and happy inside. It was the instant gratification in knowing that even though I was this slutty power bottom, something you would never usually be proud of in your son, he still thought I was a fucking stud and accepted me as I am.

Dad and I fucked until his alarm went off at 6 AM. He groaned, “Damn it.”

He turned my head to the side and leaned down and kissed me and then released his fourth load in twelve hours into his son’s perfect football player ass.

When he dismounted, he crawled out of bed and smiled down at me. I rolled over and folded my arms behind my head.

I made a whiny sound like a disappointed 5-year-old. “Come on, dad. Call in sick to work.”

He smirked at me, “What kind of father would I be if I called in sick to have sex and told you it was alright to skip school to have sex?”

“Uh, only the best fucking dad in the world,” I answered sarcastically. “I think if your hot son is the guy you’re having sex with then it’s probably ok for both.”

“Smartass,” he smirked and then turned toward the bathroom.

“Hey! Tell me you don’t want some more of this,” I said with a cocky tone, throwing the sheet back to display my muscular, ripped body.

Dad rolled his eyes and kept walking. “Get your ass up and go to school.”

“Bet you never thought you’d say that sentence after sex.”

“You’d be surprised,” he called out over his shoulder as he walked into the bathroom.

“Wait, what?” I asked as I shot up. I just heard an evil laugh as the shower started. I went into the bathroom, my cock still hard, bobbing in front of me. Dad was in the walk-in shower lathering himself up. I opened the door and stepped one foot in.

Dad spun around and said sternly, “Jason. I said go get ready for school.”

“Oh, come on, dad. You know you want…” I teased before being interrupted.

“Jason,” he said again. “Get your ass out of this shower and go get ready for school. Now. Or you’re grounded.”

I took a step back, water spattering out on to the bathroom tile floor. I was pissed. It felt like I was being denied and I was never denied. I looked at him like he was crazy.

“You can’t ground me! You fucked the shit out of me all night and now you’re trying to ground me? Don’t be insane,” I fired back.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, he put his hands on his hips and looked at me with frustration.

“Look. Just because we fucked doesn’t mean I have to stop being your dad. You may get your way with Tucker or all those other guys you whore yourself out to, but you don’t get to have it both ways with me.”

My jaw dropped. “What? I don’t WHORE myself out!”

He laughed. ”Really? What do you call losing count of how many different guys that have been up your hole? Huh, Jason?”

“What the hell?” I said as I stepped up eye to eye with him. His eyes flickered to the top of my head and then to my eyes. It was like it was the first he noticed I was as tall as he was. But then he put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me back.

“Step back, Jason,” he told me as he pushed me out and slowly closed the glass door. I was seething. “We’ll talk about this later. Go to school.”

Michael

Great. I didn’t think this far ahead when we started fucking last night. I didn’t think about having to revert back to a dad after having sex with my son. He’s still in high school for god’s sake. He barely can clean up after himself, he’s cocky, he’s irresponsible, he’s still a kid and I’m sure I just fucked with his head. I’m sure it’s not the first time some guy has fucked with his head.

I got caught up in how hot and sexy he turned out to be. Physically, he’s the ultimate guy I see myself with. He’s young, masculine, athletic, handsome, and a body that should be illegal on an 18-year-old kid. He’s not like some of the other younger guys I’ve hooked up with. It’s easy to get a hot guy but sometimes you have to make an exception for a hot muscular guy who may be a bit fem. That’s easy to fix, you just shove his face into a pillow while you’re fucking them. That way you can’t hear his voice. To get a hot guy who is also masculine and on the downlow like Jason, that’s tough. Then there’s Tucker. I know Tucker has only topped but I’m sure I could get him to enjoy being on the receiving end of things. I’ll get that fucker before graduation. He’s ripe for the picking.

I felt like a jerk yelling at Jason this morning. Truth is, if he would have gotten into the shower, we would have never gotten out of it. I can’t have him taking advantage of the situation and disrespecting me. He may be 18 but he’s still a kid, still in high school and he’s spoiled rotten. That’s my fault. I let him manipulate me with his looks. Imagine being that young and having this much sex. The kid knows he’s hot and he knows he can get what he wants with a bat of those long eyelashes. He needs to learn that he won’t always get his way.

Then there is the fact that he IS getting a shit-ton of sex. It’s probably a double standard, I know. For some reason, if he were having sex with a lot of girls, I wouldn’t blink twice. But knowing he’s instead having sex with dudes AND he’s a bottom, does make me feel somewhat disappointed. For straights, it’s ok for dudes to have lots of sex but when a girl has tons of sex, she’s a slut. I feel like it’s the same for guys who bottom. I mean, he should be a top. He is MY son. If we are so much alike right down to our resemblance, then why is he a fucking bottom? How can he like being butt fucked all the time? Why does he get off on being demeaned in bed? Why does he want to be controlled? He should be the one plowing jock ass, planting his seed in men who are worthy to receive it. But instead, he feels the need to contaminate his DNA with that of others who may be less worthy to give it.

He can’t get pregnant so that’s good but still, he’s on his back giving it up to any hot guy who will take him. I admit, that’s kind of hot but he is my kid. If he’s going to slut around, I’d rather know about it. I WANT to know the details. I want to know who thinks they are worthy of him. Oh well, I’ve been with my fair share of guys his age and then some. He’d probably shit if he found out about all the tail that I’ve been getting all these years. But I’m a top, that’s different. Isn’t it? If he were a top like he should be, would I feel the same?

Jason

“Dude, what’s wrong with you? You look like you want to punch someone,” Tucker said when he met me before school by the cafeteria.

“I DO want to punch someone, my dad,” I answered with fists clenched.

“Why? What happened?”

“Oh fuck. What didn’t happen last night?” I replied, not really expecting to get into it with Tucker.

Tucker was silent, searching my eyes and then suddenly his eyebrow went up and his jaw dropped. “You had sex with your dad!”

“Shhh Jesus, dude. Why don’t you tell everyone,” I said to him with a finger to my lips.

“You did!” he exclaimed gleefully. “Oh fuck, I’m getting hard.”

I looked at him and rolled my eyes. “You’re so dumb.”

“How was it? Huh?”

“It was great! Amazing! Mind-blowing!” I said sarcastically but also honestly.

“Then what the fuck is the problem?” he asked with a confused look.

“Well, let’s see. The mother fucker fucked me all night and into this morning. But when it was time to get up, I tried fuck around with him in the shower, he got mad at me and told me to go to school.”

“Oh. Ok.” Tucker looked concerned and confused.

“Or else I’m GROUNDED? He FUCKED me and then he tried to GROUND me.”

Tucker was silently in shock.

“Fuck me. Ground me,” I repeated only the important parts for emphasis.

“Oh,” he murmured, trying to come up with something more constructive to say.

“Yeah. Oh. Fucking most uncomfortable moment in history. Imagine getting into the shower with the hottest guy…”

“Hey!” he punched my shoulder, offended that I implied he wasn’t the hottest guy.

“ONE of the hottest guys,” I corrected for his sake, “you know and then being told to go to school or your grounded.”

Tucker leaned back against the wall. “I honestly do not know what to say to that. Dude, it’s so meta. Your dad has sex with you and then threatens to ground you because you want to have sex with him.”

“It’s fucking twisted is what it is. I was so fucking embarrassed, dude. I felt like a fucking asshole,” I confided.

“So, was this a one-off then?” he asked.

“Fuck, I don’t know. It was just a dick move.”

I sniffled a little as my eyes were watering. I wasn’t going to be a sissy bitch in front of my best friend. He could see I was upset and just put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

“Jason, it’s cool. Don’t worry about it. You still got me,” he smiled his white-as-snow smile.

He’s right. I did have him. I also had Brooks, Sanders, Rusty and a handful of DILFs on the DL. But I could always count on Tucker. The other dudes are just quick fucks, but Tucker was more important than those other guys. He’s going to make some guy a great husband someday if he ever decides to go completely gay.

He looked down at his feet, shuffling them around on the floor. His eyes looked up at me like he wanted to ask me something. He was acting shy, but I knew it was an act. His eyes shifted back and forth making sure no one was in in earshot.

“Can I still fuck you tonight after practice?” he said with a sexy taunting voice. God, the fucker was hot when he was flirting.

I looked at him and shook my head in disbelief, but he knew my answer. “Of course, you can. Horny bastard.”

“Yes!” he said as he pumped his fist in victory.

“That is if you don’t mind dad’s sloppy seconds,” I said with cutting sarcasm.

“That’s even better,” he grinned.

“You’re an idiot.”

Michael

I came home after work not sure how to act when I saw Jason. I knew he had football practice so I thought he may not even be home yet. But when I pulled up to the house, I saw Tucker’s truck in the driveway, and I was both relieved and pissed. Relieved because I wouldn’t have to confront Jason about being a dick this morning and pissed because after last night and our fight this morning, that fucking kid was so self-centered that all he wanted to do was get boned and it was too easy for him to find it. He, obviously, didn’t feel bad about our fight, he didn’t care.

Like clockwork, I walk into my house and heard the unmistakable sounds of two boys fucking their brains out. Tucker’s fuck-talk spewing loudly, calling my son a bitch and a cunt. My son’s deep voice agreeing with him, egging him on to fuck him harder. I couldn’t help but get hard just thinking about it. I wanted to go watch from his door. I didn’t care if it made me a perv. It’s my house. He’s my son and god damn it, that’s my ass.

I crept quietly up the stairs and opened his door just a crack. That was all I needed to see my son’s hunky body posting himself on Tucker’s thick cock. Tucker holding Jason’s waist, guiding him up and down as he bit his bottom lip in that sexy way he does when he’s concentrating. I could tell by the look on his face, in his eyes, that he was in love with my boy. Sure, Tucker could talk a good talk about girl pussy, but I knew the only pussy he really wanted was riding his dick at that very moment.

Knowing Jason, he knew Tucker had it bad for him. But also, knowing Jason, he didn’t care and was going to get what he needed from the gorgeous stud he was riding.

I watched like a fucking pervert, stroking my cock until I unzipped and pulled it out and started to jack off watching my boy get his ass plowed. The athleticism of the two boys showed strong with the flex of every cut muscle in their bodies. The strength exerted from Tucker to throw around Jason’s muscular body was inspiring. I took mental notes on what Tucker did to make Jason so fucking slutty, every position, every word, every motion. It was clear, Tucker knew what the fuck he was doing.

“Your dad fuck you like this?” Tucker growled up at Jason.

I was taken aback learning Jason had told Tucker about us. Jason’s quads and calves flexed as he used them to raise and lower himself on Tucker’s cock. He looked down at the stud and knew Tucker was really getting off on the fact I had fucked him.

“Yeah, Tuck. He fucked me like this. But he fucked me harder,” he taunted the stud under him.

“Harder? You mean like this?” Tucker taunted back as he jackhammered up into Jason’s butt. It made Jason’s moans turn into short staccato grunts with each contact of ass to groin. Jason’s head jerking up and down with the hard pounding, his hair in disarray.

“Yeeeeaaahhhhh! Liiiiike thaaaat!” Jason moaned, his voice sounded like he was yelling into a fan.

Suddenly, Tucker pushed Jason off, rolled on top of him, grabbed his legs and threw them up. He climbed between the muscled legs and rammed his cock back into the tight confines of my boy.

“TUCK! Oh my god, you’re hot!” Jason howled like a fucking whore. He was a whore. The more I watched, the more the kid came off like a fucking prostitute. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It was still better than watching any gay porn.

“I can feel your dad’s load inside you, dude. I can feel his boys swimming in your gut,” Tucker hissed in his ear.

I stroked firmer and faster.

“Yeah, Tuck. Blast a load inside me too. I want both your loads in there fighting it out. Fight it out, Tuck.”

“Two fucking cum-bombs in your cunt, pretty boy? Huh? That what you want? See which one of us can knock you up first?” Tucker picked up his pace after he kissed my son hard and wet.

“Look at you,” Tucker whispered. “Look at you, Jason. Fucking stud, my fucking best friend, fucking football player, on your back, being a bitch for my cock. You begged your dad to fuck you and then begged me to fuck you. Fucking whore. That’s right tough guy. Your pussy is wet for your dad’s cock and I get to have his sloppy seconds. I bet you hope he gets mine later. You do. Don’t you?”

Tucker slowed his fucking down to long drawn-out strokes.

“I don’t care if that asshole gets your seconds,” Jason panted. “He can go fuck himself.”

I froze up when I heard that. That little fucker. Ungrateful little bastard.

Tucker grinned. “If he needs help, I’d love to help him with that.”

Now, that made me smile. Cute. He thinks he could fuck me.

“Go ahead,” Jason said before he tightened his hole, stretched out his legs to the sides like a wishbone, grabbed Tucker’s head and brought it down to his face. “Load me up first, fucker.” He kissed Tucker in a mad frenzy that made Tucker tense up and scream into Jason’s mouth, obviously unloading a volley into Jason’s drenched pussy.

I tried to contain any knowledge my presence as I blew a load all over the hallway wall in a silent scream. I listened as the two muscle boys came and then kissed and then cuddled.

I snuck away to my bedroom to clean up. I waited for ten minutes before making my presence known. I made some noise in my bathroom. I changed into some beat up jeans and t-shirt and made my way downstairs, walking past my son’s door like nothing happened. I heard muffled voices, so I knew they heard me.

I grabbed a beer and sat down into the couch and flipped on the tv. After a few minutes I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Hey Michael,” Tucker greeted me.

“Hey…Tuck,” I replied purposely using my son’s nickname for him. They both looked at each other.

“So, is it my turn then?” I asked with a biting passive-aggressive tone. My son’s jaw dropped.

“Uh, what?” Tucker asked.

“Never mind,” I answered without looking at them. “Staying for dinner, Tuck?”

“Uh, no. I have to get home,” Tucker replied while giving Jason a strange look.

“You can stay if you want!” Jason cut in quickly.

Tucker looked very uncomfortable. “Um…I…I don’t want to,” was all he said as he went for the door.

“It’s cool, Tucker. You don’t want to see us…fight it out,” I said now making it perfectly clear I heard their fuck talk during sex.

Jason looked at me like I was going to be murdered. Tucker left and I heard Jason growl under his breath.

He turned away to leave and said, “Asshole.”

“Slut,” I said back. He stomped away out the door. I didn’t care where he was going.

I sat there for a while. I was pissed but still horny even after cumming all over the fucking hallway. Obviously, I wasn’t going to get any from Jason. I opened my phone and scrolled through my texts.

I found one and smiled. I thought about it for a minute and then thought, what the hell.

Michael: hey

Wade: hey daddy

Michael: lol what’s up?

Wade: not much. Just home from work.

Michael: want some company?

Wade: fuck yeah. Daddy horny?

Michael: yes daddys horny

Wade: nice! Daddys boy needs some daddy dick.

Michael: be over in 20

Wade: I’ll be ready

I set the phone down. My dick was hard. Wade is a hot frat boy I met online a while back. He’s a little fem but like I said before, he’s hot as fuck, a gymnast, so I had to make an exception for him. The boy knows how suck dick and loves to get fucked. As long as he doesn’t talk too much, we’ll be just fine.

Nothing like a quick hook up to take my mind off things.