Dad's a Player

I was under the impression we weren’t going to do this anymore. Apparently, dad had other ideas. Showing up at my condo, using his key to get in while I was at my internship job.

He got me a condo off campus, perks of being a spoiled rich kid. He said he wanted to be able to hang out with me and get away from mom from time to time. I, of course, knew better.

You see, he also wanted a place to bring his fuckboys while I was gone. Sometimes he brought them over while I was there, which is so awkward. I’d be sitting there studying or watching TV and he walks in with some hot kid he picked up online or at the campus gym. The kid was almost always shocked or embarrassed to see me sitting there. Dad would just take his elbow and pull him into the bedroom. I remember times when I couldn’t study because of the noise; the moans and yelling of the latest fuckboy, the knocking on the wall from the headboard while he railed some rando kid. I’m ninety-nine-percent sure they all had daddy issues. They very much didn’t want anyone to know they liked to get fucked and couldn’t resist the mature, fucking handsome as hell, built like a brick wall man that is my dad.

Although I never really talked about it openly with him, at first, I knew I was gay when I was 14. I hid it well. I was very athletic; into football, baseball and wrestling. I now wrestle at the collegiate level, that’s how I got my scholarship.

Dad was in love with my mom as far as i could tell. I had no reason to think otherwise. He gave off no hints that he was into dudes. I think he knew about me all along but just didn’t care. I dated girls as a cover but never got serious. Then, I had a thing going my senior year with another wrestler on my team. He was my first kiss, my first blow job and my first fuck. He would never shut up about how hot my dad was but then that was the reaction of all the girls at school too. Always asking if my dad was coming to matches, or football games, school events. It became annoying after a while. But then, look at him. When you own a big chain of fitness clubs, and you have all the time in the fucking world to workout, you’re going to stay hot longer than most 48-year-old guys. I admit, I always thought he was hot. Many times, I fantasized about him while I was growing up, his perfect body, the way his clothes fit; snug and fitted. His handsome face, slowly graying hair, square jaw. I saw it all every day and he just kept getting hotter as he got older. I’m lucky to inherit his build and his handsome looks. I’m very much my father’s son.

I found out about dad’s affinity for a nice ass a few months back when I stopped off at the condo to grab my singlet and shoes before a match. Dad was here to watch the match and then stay the night before driving home the next day. I walked in the condo to hear a series of grunts coming from his room. I distinctly heard my dad spewing fuck talk; “Fuck yeah. Take that cock.” I immediately thought he was having an affair with some chic he met. It’s not hard for him to pick someone up, I’m sure. He was a huge flirt. I wasn’t surprised he would fuck around. He just seemed like the type; cocky, arrogant, confident to a fault. I didn’t even know he was here yet. I thought he was going straight to the match when he pulled into town. I was so uncomfortable, I just wanted to get out quietly without him knowing I was there.

I snuck into my room, grabbed my gear and was heading towards the front door when I heard it. It made me stop in my tracks.

A deep voice, not my dad’s, out of breath, groaning and growling, “Fuck me! Don’t stop! Right there, right there!”

That’s when I noticed two pairs of jeans strewn on the living room floor, socks, two pairs of Underarmour briefs, a polo shirt and a t-shirt piled on the couch and a couple pairs of shoes on the floor next to the chair. I looked to the coffee table and a ballcap with Greek letters on the front was laying upside down.

I stayed frozen. I couldn’t move. More sex noises coming from behind the door. Dad’s baritone voice echoing and the sounds of slapping flesh.

“Come on, boy, take that cock. Good boy. Such a good boy. You like that? Huh?” The answer to the question muffled, obviously from a face being smashed into a pillow.

I quietly stepped up to the door. I took the doorknob and ever so quietly, opened the door. I doubt if they would have heard it anyway, I cracked it open and my dick got instantly hard. There was my dad, on the back of a muscular, tan guy, maybe nineteen, on all fours. He had his head in the pillow and was gripping the sheets above his head with white knuckled fists. The kid’s muscles where flush and sweaty. His chest flat on the bed, his smooth, round ass hiked up in the air to receive my dad’s cock with whatever rough pounding dad saw fit to give him. Dad had one arm extended forward, his hand on top of the kid’s head pushing it down into the pillow as he thrust hard into the muscular ass under him.

Dad looked so fucking sexy. Big, tan, ripped body taking what he wanted, dominating a guy equal in size and just about as tall from what I could tell. His dazzling white teeth clenched, veins pumped all over his body as he took control and made this kid his bitch.

“There you go, little bitch. Look at you. Fucking bent over and taking a cock like a bitch. You’re my fucking bitch. You know that? You’re mine. Tell me. Say it!” He slapped the kids head and gave a rough thrust into his ass.

“Yes! yes! I’m your bitch, dude. I’m just a fucking bitch. Don’t stop fucking me!” the kid exclaimed.

My dad smiled and gave a slap to his ass. He laughed out loud.

“Yeah, you are,” he leaned forward and hissed into the kid’s ear, “Don’t worry baby, I’m about to unload my boys into this so tight, warm, hungry ass. Carry my boys in your gut, baby boy. Use it as fuel when you lift, get bigger.”

Dad reeled up and back, started to really punch it, fast and hard. He thrust forward and stopped, I could see his ass flexing in and out. He let out a horrific sounding noise from his lungs and proceeded to flood that muscle ass with his cum.

The kid was moaning quietly and whimpering, “Yeah, man. Fill me up. Give me that load.”

Dad slowed down his pumping. Out of breath he lay forward on the kid’s thick muscular back. The kid put his ass down and his legs stretched out behind them. Dad was now flat, resting on top of the muscle jock. He kissed the kid’s cheek.

“There ya go kid. Told you I was going to take care of you. You’ve got a few loads in you, babe.” He tuned the boy’s head and kissed him on the lips. “You’re going to feel me inside you for the rest of the day and night. When you’re with your girl tonight, you’ll have the cum of another man swimming in your gut. You’ll fuck her but you’ll be hard only because you’re thinking about me. You’ll look down at her pussy and remember when you were in her shoes, being fucked like you will be fucking her. She’ll never know what a pussy you are for cock.”

The kid was silent. His brain was working overtime trying to process everything my dad just said.

Dad rolled off him. The kid immediately got off the bed and headed to the bedroom door. Without looking back, “I gotta go.”

He was obviously in shock and couldn’t put together all the pieces of what just happened and what to do next. He hadn’t intended on any of this. He now had to contemplate his new experience with guy on guy sex. The thought of knowing he just put out for another man was too much and now questioned his masculinity which scared the shit out him.

The kid shot through the bedroom door. I had no time to hide. He opened the door and ran into me, standing there, the same surprised look on my face.

“What…” He looked back at my dad. Dad was lying on his side, stroking his cock. He turned back to me. “Who the fuck are you?” the kid asked, suddenly angry and also a little high pitched which sounded strange coming from a guy as built as he was.

He turned to my dad. “Wow, really? Is he your NEXT fuck? Shit, dude. You don’t waste time, do you? Got them all lined up, do you?”

Dad grabbed a sheet and pulled it over himself. His face wore a cocky sneer. He didn’t even care I caught him.

Dad shrugged, “Don’t be a pussy, kid. You think you’re the only tail I pull in around here? Don’t be a little bitch.”

“You told me you didn’t do this often. Fucking liar,” the kid said as he flipped off my dad.

“Go back to your whore girlfriend, you fucking closet-case,” dad said without regard, making the kid feel like shit.

“Fuck you, asshole!”

“You’ll be back. Just like all the rest,” dad guffawed.

The kid turned, looked me up and down.

“You know, he’s a player, right? He’s just gonna fuck you and forget you, dude,” he said angrily. “Until out of the blue you get a text from him TELLING you to meet him here for a fuck.”

He sounded hurt and a little jealous. Apparently, this wasn’t his first time with dad, as I had suspected.

The jock looked me up and down again. “But I’ll say one thing for him, he has a type.” Obviously, noting how similar we both looked. He glanced over his shoulder to dad, “You’re an asshole but you’ve got good taste.”

Dad just snickered and gave him a two-finger salute. He thought it was funny the kid didn’t know I was his son.

The kid then sauntered over to pick up his clothes as if he just didn’t get caught with a dick in his ass. He pulled on his jeans and picked up a pen off the coffee table.

“Here’s my number, text me. I assume since you’re here, you’re a bottom.” He wrote his digits on a magazine cover. “Let’s see if we can change that. I prefer to bottom.”

He picked up his hat and pulled it down onto his dark brown hair. It made his square jaw and his all-american good looks stand out; very butch.

As he finished dressing, he said to me, “You know, too bad you weren’t here a few minutes early. I would give my right arm to watch him nut in you.”

Then he grabbed a backpack sitting next to the door. He opened the door and turned to look at me, “By the way, he hates condoms.” With that he slammed the door.”

“You’ll be back!” my dad yelled out.

I watched the hunk walk past the window then turned to my dad with a frustrated tone in my voice, “You want to tell my anything?”

Dad lay back on the pillow, laughing.