Dad's a God

Jackson

“Oh my god, what just happened,” I said out loud to no one, my face buried in my hands. Last night’s hook up, Tucker, left and now I’m sitting here alone in my condo feeling like I’ve been hit by a Mac truck, physically and emotionally.

This Tucker guy was hands-down the most amazing sex I’ve ever had in my life. My ass feels like it’s been beat to a pulp but then I can still feel his thick load inside me, adding his masculine essence to my DNA. That was just what I needed. It’s leaking out and dribbling down my leg. I wish it would stay inside me and never go away.

I never imagined anything could feel like this. I finally found a guy who knows exactly what I like and after all the kinky, fucked-up sex we just had, he still respects me and thinks I’m a real man. I never thought I could get fucked and still feel like a man afterwards until last night. I feel like a new man.

I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s probably one of the most attractive guys I’ve ever hooked up with and there have been quite a few; high school, college, internships and the last couple years have been a fuck-blur. It’s the only thing getting me through this fucking engagement.

Why the fuck did I propose to her? I don’t love her. I could have just broken up with her and made some lame excuse or lie and say I was cheating. Which really isn’t a lie. I’ve been cheating, just not with women. I’m getting sick and tired of making everyone else happy, but I have to fucking suffer. All this shit just so my parents won’t disinherit me. Fuck them and their money, they’re just fucking homophobic assholes. And know what else? Fuck this engagement. I don’t need her, and she doesn’t need my money, her daddy has plenty. I’ll be 30 in a couple years; I don’t need any of this shit. I could use a good man like Tucker to satisfy this obsession I have with being dominated.

I pick up my phone and scroll to Tucker’s number. I want to text him. I want to text him and tell him how awesome last night was but that is totally a chic move. I’m not going to be like a girl who needs to text her hook up right after he leaves and look desperate. Who knows what Tucker would think if I did that? The hot fucker would probably laugh and block my number. I’m sure he’s used to that. He’s too fucking hot. His body, his muscle, his face, everything about him is fucking everything I’ve ever seen myself with. His muscles are like granite. He has an athlete’s body. He didn’t get that body from just lifting in a gym. He wore a university t-shirt; he must play college ball! Now, I’ll have to google his ass. That means he’s on the young side but I don’t care. I bet we have a lot in common.

I used to be like him. What the fuck happened? Oh, yeah, I found out I like dick. Ever since I was 15 years old, I’ve been having sex. I blossomed early. I was good looking, popular and a jock all through jr. high, high school and college. I fucked girls to put up a front. I fucked dudes to stay sane. No one ever found out to this day. I’m good at being discreet and I’ve been lucky the dudes who fuck me are too. It’s dumb luck I found fuckbuddies who are in the same predicament I’m in.

If you were to look at me, you would never guess I would be into dick and if you did know, you would never guess I’m 100% bottom. I used to top when I started fucking around with dudes. I was good at it. My masculine features, muscular, sleek, athletic body made it easy for me to get laid. I’ve fucked so much pussy, I lost count. I’m surprised I don’t have a kid somewhere out there. I used to fucked twice as much ass. With dudes, I attracted bottoms and still do. They assume with my attitude, size and muscle that I’m automatically a top, so I just went with that for years. It wasn’t until my senior year in college that I got the taste for cock in my ass. Long story short, I hooked up with a guy who was bigger, cockier and made sure I knew it. He dominated me and treated me like a bitch, and I fucking loved it. I overcompensated in the outside world by fucking more pussy and being an alpha with my buds. Since then, I can’t get enough cock and I can’t stop searching for the perfect cock.

Last night, I think I found it.

Michael

When I finally made it home, Jason was already in bed watching a movie on his laptop. His door was open, and I knocked on the door frame.

“Hey,” he greeted me with a nod.

I leaned on the door jam and folded my arms over my chest and smiled. “Hey.”

Damn it. He was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. He had his head propped up against the headboard, his laptop balancing on his abs, his smooth beefy muscular legs splayed out, his ankles crossed. I loved the teardrop muscle above his knees that formed genetically perfect quad muscles.

He paused the movie. The laptop screen was the only light in the room, lit him perfectly. It cast a blue-white glow on his chest and face.

“Hey, look. I’m sorry I was an asshole this morning,” I confessed. I’m not used to apologizing to anyone for anything. It was…uncomfortable.

“No,” Jason shook his head, “I was the one being an asshole. I threw a fit like a little kid. I had sex with Tucker today just to spite you.

“I know. Even though you have sex with Tucker almost every day,” I noted with sarcasm.

He tilted his head and with a nod that said “touché”. He then smiled and looked embarrassed.

“I did the same thing,” I shrugged. “I grudge fucked some poor kid because I was mad at you.”

He smirked. “Grudge fucked?”

I shrugged innocently even though the deed was not so innocent. “Well, I was mad, and I had to take it out on SOMEONE,” I explained but only half kidding. I have a temper, but I’ve never taken it out on my son. I tamp it in different ways. Wade was my go to fuck boy for grudge fucks. He’s a gymnast and is incredibly strong. He can take what I give and that gay boy loves that shit.

He raised an eyebrow, still smirking, “Is that how you take out your anger? On some poor guy’s ass?” He asked intrigued and as if he were turned on.

I looked at him, trying to decide if I should answer seriously. I might as well. I fucked the kid for Christ’s sake. “Remember that time you and Tucker got arrested for fighting at that house party last year?”

“Yeah. You were livid.”

“Yeah, and you should have seen what I did to the poor guy who took the brunt of my anger that night. Grudge fuck,” I said. I remember that night fondly, another college boy.

Jason smirked as if he wasn’t sure he believed me.

I continued, “The time you and Tucker wrecked my new car when you were 15?” I reminded Jason. Something I can laugh at now but at the time I was unhinged.

“Yeah.”

“Grudge fuck,” I said bluntly.

He guffawed.

I kept going, “And the time you and Tucker got suspended for hazing?”

He smiled. “Grudge fuck,” we both said in unison.

“Let’s just say, raising YOU has made me an expert on grudge fucking. It’s a good way to relieve stress. And Tucker isn’t a great influence on you either. Or you’re not a great influence on him. I haven’t decided yet.”

He chuckled. “Sorry. I know I can…out of control.”

“Yeah. Let’s not forget spoiled.”

Jason recoiled with a grin. ”And who’s fault is that?”

“Touché.” I grinned back. I continued, “but you’re my only kid and I’m so damn proud of you. I just want to give you anything and I didn’t think about what that would do to you once you became a man. But you’re still in high school. You’re just being a teenager. I was worse when I was your age,” I assured him. “Hell, I looked just like you. I knew I was hot. I was cocky and got anything I wanted. My parents spoiled me too. Jason, when you look like you do and you’re an athlete on top of that, people are going to throw themselves at you. But I know you know that.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “That’s pretty much how it is.” He snickered. “You’re not the only one known to turn a straight guy.”

I walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the laptop on the side table.

“Do you want to talk about what happened this morning?” I asked him, giving his knee a squeeze.

“I guess? I really hate it when you’re upset with me,” he said. “I don’t like disappointing you.”

Jason’s beautiful body took on a submissive posture. His big shoulders slumped, and he crossed his muscular tanned arms over his swollen chest. Too gorgeous to be so young. The only thing I was disappointed in was that he wasn’t asserting dominance over other men. He had no problem doing it in public. What happened to him that he feels he needs to be submissive. I didn’t raise him that way. He seems to like to take on the more traditional female role. Loves sex on his back with his legs up. Maybe it’s from not having a mom and I took care of him so obsessively all his life.

There was more to my anger this morning. It was time for me to confess. It might make it easier for him to talk.

“To be honest with you, I was a little jealous,” I admitted.

His face lit up with surprise. “You were? Of what?” he asked, shocked.

“You and Tucker. I didn’t expect you to stop having sex with him but I also didn’t expect you to fuck him just to spite me.”

He nodded his head. “That’s fair. I was really pissed at you for humiliating me this morning in the shower. I thought we had a thing going. You embarrassed me, dad. I felt like shit. I’m not used to not getting what I want.”

“I know I fucked with your head. If I didn’t shut it down, I knew you would take advantage of our relationship to get what you wanted,” I said, brutally honest. “You just said you didn’t get what you wanted and you reacted as such.”

Jason was quiet, searching my eyes. “Oh,” he mumbled. “That was cold, dad.”

“Am I wrong?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “No,” he relented.

I thought about what I was going to divulge. I was on a roll so I then said, “And there is the fact that I’d love to break in Tucker’s ass. You both have this bond that I don’t have, and I want that.”

“You want Tucker? Dad, that’s normal. Everyone wants Tucker,” he said like it was matter of fact.

“I know. He just keeps getting hotter and hotter,” I smirked. “But there’s also just something about him, that’s all,” I said, throwing my hands in the air in frustration.

“Come here,” Jason patted the spot on the bed next to him. I took off my suit coat and lay it on a chair.

I swung my legs up on the bed and scooted against him. He turned on his side, leaned his head against my chest and wrapped his smooth muscular arm around my waist and held me tight. I ran my finders through his hair, playing with it gently.

“My beautiful boy,” I kissed the top of his head.

Jason hugged me tighter and said softly, “My handsome dad.”

I stroked his tricep, feeling the smooth hardness of his upper arm.

He quietly stroked my tie, running it between his thumb and forefinger. “I really like it when you wear suits. I like you in a tie. It’s sexy as fuck. No one wears a suit like you do.”

I liked the way I looked in a suit too, I thought. I ought to. I have them all custom tailored and that is not cheap.

I pulled his unruly hair behind his ear. “I like you in anything you wear but right now, you in these hot boxer briefs, now that’s sexy as fuck. God, your legs were made to wear spandex,” I kissed his head again. My cock was hard.

“I wore them especially for you, big guy.”

He grasped my suit pants over my cock and stroked it. I stretched out my legs and moaned. I watched his huge bicep flex as he stroked. Then I felt him loosen my belt, unbutton my pants and unzipped them. He then stroked my cock again through my tight Armani boxer briefs. I moaned again. He licked the length, soaking the spandex fabric with his tongue. He stretched the waistband down under my balls, freeing my thick cock from it’s confines. It slapped against my abs. I continued to massage his arm and his shoulders. I closed my eyes and reveled in his skillful hands.

I opened my eyes when I felt his warm mouth engulf my cock all the way down. One good thing about Jason being a submissive slut is it’s made him an excellent cocksucker. I ran my fingers through his hair, pushing him down, holding him down. When I heard him gag, I pulled him up. He took a breath and then went down on me again. I could hear him breathing through his nose like the pro cocksucker he was.

“Good boy,” I cooed. “Such a good cocksucker.”

My hand followed his back down to his ass. My hand slipped down the back of his briefs and my finger found his hole. I rubbed it before pushing it in to my first knuckle. He squirmed.

He hummed around my cock. I looked down at him, his thick dark hair, his head bobbing faster and faster. He slobbered and spit in my cock, slicking it up so he could stroke it harder. I was so turned on. He repositioned himself, straddling my legs, facing me as he deep throated me again. God, he was good. The best I’ve ever had, and it was living under my roof all this time. I couldn’t help but think Tucker was responsible for Jason’s expert skills. I’ll have to thank him next time I see him.

“Oh Christ, boy. You are a fucking great cocksucker,” I told the boy,

His eyes looked up at me which was even more sexy. It was submissive and that coming from a hunk like my son, that was gratifying to me. It was me conquering another masculine stud to use for my pleasure. It was a look I’d seen many times on numerous jocks like him. He was my son, I love him, but I also know he has a need to serve, and I have no problem letting him serve me.

He slid my cock out of his mouth. “There’s something else I’m fucking great at too.”

He scrambled, taking off his briefs quickly and wasting no time straddling me again, reaching back and pointing my cock straight up. He centered himself over it and lowered his ass down on to it. His hole clenched around it, and he threw his head back and moaned as he descended until his ass rested on the tops of my things. His ripped quads flexed as he used their power to post himself up and down on my cock. His abs tight. His hands resting on my chest. I’ve never seen such ecstasy on a guy’s face like I saw on Jason’s.

He opened his eyes, looked down at me and smiled, his white teeth dazzled me. He leaned down and kissed me passionately. I felt the tightness of his hole and the hotness of his tongue at the same time. He bounced up and down in my lap faster and faster making the headboard tap against the wall. His 200 pounds of heavy muscle on top of mine, taxing the strength of the bed. I grabbed on to his waist and pulled him down while I slammed upward into him.

His eyes opened even wider as he took in a sudden breath.

“Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me cum, dad. I’m gonna cum,” he howled.

“Yeah, Jason. Cum for me. Fucking blow all over your dad,” I bellowed.

His body jerked as he slammed himself down hard, stopped and shot his load all over the front of my tie. His body jerked again and more cum shot from his cock. He slumped from exhaustion but stayed perched on my cock.

“Fuck! That was hot!” he said breathless and panting.

I had not cum but I was ok with that. Seeing his gorgeous masculine body pleasure itself on my cock was enough for me. I smiled at him. I reached down, took my tie and brought it up to his mouth. His eyes stared into mine as he seductively stuck his tongue out and licked his cum off my tie. He licked it, tasted it, and swallowed.

“Now, THAT was hot,” I said as I wiped excess cum off his lip and licked it off my finger.

He wiped more cum off my dress shirt with his fingers and then sucked them each one at a time. He then pulled my tie taught and used it to pull my head up and he met me halfway in a kiss. I ran my hands up and down over his quads. I’m a total leg man.

“How am I going to explain these stains to the dry cleaner?” I mused.

“You mean you aren’t going to tell him your son shot all over you?” he laughed.

I pinched his nipples which made him flinch. “No. I don’t think I will.”

“Dad, can I sleep in your bed tonight,” he asked innocently.

“Yes. I’m not sure there will be much sleeping.”

“I don’t’ intend to sleep much either.”

He unmounted and stood next to the bed. He took my hand and pulled me up and off the bed. I kissed him and then intertwined my hand in his and led him to my bedroom.