Vinnie Deluca / 20 / Shaggy Dirty Blonde Hair / Swimmer’s Build / Smooth / 7-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Ross Lynch
Diego Perez / 50 / Medium Length Salt and Pepper Hair / Muscular Build / Smooth with a Mustache / 12-inches Uncut / Celebrity Type: Pedro Pascal
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The following story takes place the day before Chapter 12: 'Mike Gets His Groove Back’.
**Vinnie’s POV**
“What’re you doing in your old room?”
I stood up and looked back over my shoulder at the doorway. Sal stood there eating a piece of cake with his hands like a bear. He had on one of his gym’s navy-blue Polo shirts and a pair of matching tear-away pants. He was getting ready for work. I was going commando in a pair of black running shorts and one of Sal’s muscle tank tops with the skinny straps. I liked how it hung on my slim but muscular chest, framing my perky tits and nipples nicely.
“Where did you get that piece of cake from?” I asked.
“Uh, the store” he said, licking icing from his fingers.
“You went to the store and bought a cake?” I asked, turning around to face him.
“Yup...well no. Just one piece.”
“You bought one piece of cake from the store.”
“Yup.”
“Which store?”
“.....Ralphs.”
“What flavor is it?”
“Vanilla and raspberry.”
“How much did it cost?”
“Five dollars?”
“And when did you buy it?”
“Earlier.”
“Earlier today?”
“No...earlier yesterday.”
“And what store was it?”
“....Uhhhh” he stalled.
“You asshole! I made that cake for when Mike gets here!” I yelled, annoyed with my pig of a big brother.
“I’m sorry!” he said, putting his hands in the air in surrender. “I was just feeling super low energy and I gotta go to work in like 10 minutes.” He walked into the room and plopped down on the bed in front of me. “It’s no biggie...we can just put like a flower or some shit where I cut the piece out. Or better yet just cut the whole thing up now and only show Mike the individual pieces.”
“My god” I said, letting out a big sigh. “I told Dad we needed a can of pennies or a spray bottle to deal with you.” I walked over and hit him in the face with one of the pillows. He laughed as he yanked it from my hands and smacked me in the ass with it in retaliation.
“No really though” he said. “Whatcha up to?”
“Dad said Mike wanted to crash in one of our empty rooms instead of the master with us, so I thought he could just take mine” I said, as I resumed dusting. I worked my way over to my old nightstand and noticed that the top drawer was open a crack. I slowly pulled it open and looked down lovingly at some of my old friends.
“Well, look at that” Sal said, scooting up the bed, staring into the drawer with me. The drawer was filled with a handful of dildos and butt plugs of various sizes. They laid there neglected ever since Dad and I crossed the line that one fateful night months ago. I reached in and picked up the 8-inch purple dildo, giving it a little squeeze as I rolled it back and forth in my hands. “Remember when I bought that for you?” He reached up under my shirt and slowly rubbed the small of my back. “It was your 17th birthday, I think? Dad’s cheeks got so red when you plopped it down on the dinner table, next to your cake. I was just trying to be a good big bro. After you dumped Jake, you never got with anyone else. Didn’t want you to get rusty back there.”
“Did I ever tell you that this was the dildo I got Dad to use on me the first night we...” I trailed off, as I took a brief walk down memory lane.
“Really?!” he asked excitedly. “Ha! Man...Look at me...helping you two leap into the unknown. Kickin’ this all off. I really do make shit happen.” He laid down on the bed with his fingers laced behind his head, basking in his imaginary accomplishments. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his lap, resting my muscular bubble butt on his growing bulge. He reached up and slowly began stroking my thighs, occasionally sliding a finger or two up my shorts.
“So, you think alllllll of this happened because of you?” I asked, stroking his cheek with the head of my dildo. “Sorry, big bro...but you have me to thank for our new relationship. Now, be a good boy for mama and open your mouth.” He smiled as he slowly opened his mouth. I took my opportunity and slid the head of the dildo in his mouth, until I reached the back of his throat. He gagged a bit as his eyes began to water. I wiped a tear away and stroked his cheek. “Relax, big bro, it’s not like you haven’t had shit in your mouth that was once in my ass. I’m pretty sure I cleaned it after that night with Dad...” A mischievous smile crossed my face as his eyes narrowed. He broke my hold and spit out the dildo.
He grabbed my hips and shoved me off his lap as I fell over onto my stomach. This time, he climbed on top of me and put his foot on the back of my head pressing me into the mattress. He reached over and grabbed the dildo as he yanked down my shorts, causing my butt to jiggle. He peeled one of my cheeks to the side and hocked a loogie onto my hairless pussy with a loud splat. Lining the dildo up with my hole, he rammed it in deep as retaliation. I let out a soft, muffled moan as I bucked under his weight.
“Now, now little bro” Sal said, twisting the dildo inside me. “Don’t get me wrong. I love when you occasionally try to act all big and tough, but your place here is as Dad and my cock sleeve. Whenever we want it. Did you forget that?”
I managed to wiggle my head free enough to speak. “Is that what you say to your little K-Pop boyfriend when you’re fucking him in the Pilates studio?”
“Oh shit!” he said as he hopped off me. “I’m gonna be super late for work.” He adjusted his raging hardon in his snug tear-away pants as he headed towards the door. “Sorry I can’t stay and play baby bro, but your man’s gotta go make some money.” His footsteps slowly faded away as he headed down the hallway. “I’ll drop a load in your pussy when I get home” he yelled from the front door. A jingle of car keys and a door slam later, I was alone, ass-up with a dildo still shoved up my ass.
“He’s only that eager to get to work when his little boy toy is coming in” I muttered under my breath as I slowly pulled the dildo out of my pussy and rolled over onto my back. I sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, hiking my shorts back up along the way. I hopped off the bed and closed the nightstand drawer as I gathered my cleaning supplies and headed out the door. I walked into the kitchen and tossed my dildo into the sink as I put away my duster and sprays.
I looked out the kitchen sink window at the inviting pool. I had worked up a bit of a sweat cleaning and fucking around with Sal, so I decided to jump in and cool off for a minute. I walked out onto the patio, shucking my clothes off, leaving a breadcrumb trail behind me as I approached the edge of the pool. After a stretch, I dove into the deep end and floated there underwater for a minute before coming up for air. I bobbed in the water, looking up at the sky. A plane flew overhead, leaving a trail of white clouds behind it. I wiped my face and slowly swam towards the shallow end.
*beep*
I heard my phone ding on the kitchen counter as I climbed out of the pool. I picked up Sal’s tank top from the ground and used it to dry myself as I headed back inside. I walked over to the counter and picked up my phone. There was a new text message.
::Vinito! Got some great news today. Want to help daddy celebrate? ;) ::
It was Diego. Ever since Nico...arranged...our first encounter, we’ve been hanging out almost every other day for the past month.
::Of course! Want to come hang out in the hot tub? We can do stuff to each other. I got the place to myself...::
::Perfecto. I’ll be there in an hour OK? Besos.::
I looked back out at the patio and caught a reflection of myself in the sliding glass door. My tan was popping, my skin glistening, nipples were rock hard. I held my camera high up and aimed down, taking a picture, ensuring my bare bubble butt was in full frame, but you couldn’t see my cock. I didn’t want yet another photo flagged by the damn Instagram moderators. Thanks a lot, puritans. I opened the app and after playing around with a couple filters, hit ‘post’. I didn’t even get to put my phone down before I got some ‘Like’ notifications. At the top of the list was my newest fan, ‘PerezidentMax’, Diego’s son, Maximo. He was still in college back home in Chile.
::Hey hey:: I said, sliding into our DM’s. Once he found out his dad and I were...hanging out...we started following each other on Instagram. We message each other from time to time. I mostly just updated him on his dad, and he’d give me some updates to share with Diego. OK...that and some light flirtation.
::Hola guapo. New photo is fire::
::Thanks :) Up to anything fun?::
::lol no. Almost 11 here and I got class tomorrow :( ::
::Then you better get to bed or I’ll tell dad::
:: :P He with you?::
::No. He’s coming over tho. Want me to pass a message?::
::Tell him I miss him::
::Of course::
::And tell him I need more nudes of you. Need a little more variety for my jo sessions::
::He did NOT send you nudes of me :P ::
::No. But YOU could::
:: ;P Go to bed M::
::Wait – I wanted to thank you for my birthday gift:: He sent a picture of his ankle sporting the jade anklet I stuck in a care package his dad was sending to Chile for his birthday.
::Oh yay! You got it! Just wanted to send a little something with your dad. Hope you had a nice birthday::
::I did. Would’ve been better with you guys :/ ::
::Hopefully someday :) . I’ll tell D you said hi::
::Thanks guap. Have a good night::
I didn’t feel much like cooking after grocery shopping, baking, and cleaning all day in preparation for Mike’s arrival, so I called and ordered Diego and I a pizza. I tossed my phone back onto the kitchen counter and made my way down to the master bedroom. I opened the middle dresser drawer and surveyed my swimsuit options for the night. I picked out a shear black bikini bottom with gold rings on either side of my hips that joined the front and back. As always, I ordered a size too small, so my cock and balls bulged obscenely and the fabric over my large bubble butt was always a split second away from tearing in half. In the right light, you could see through it.
I spritzed myself with some cologne and fixed my hair in the full-length mirror by the bed. Dad had it hung so he could watch himself fuck me. I made my way back out to the living room and poured myself a finger of scotch at the bar. The men in my life had a habit of keeping me waiting, but this time, with Diego, I didn’t mind it so much. I sat there daydreaming between sips when I heard the doorbell ring. I hopped off the stool and trotted over to the door.
“Hey, Vinnie” Brian said, holding my dinner. Ah, Brian. Our regular pizza guy, someone who fucked me a few months ago, and then ran and blabbed to some local network of incestuous fathers and sons.
“Oh...hey Brian” I said, with mild disdain. We had agreed, as a family, that Brian was cut off from...playing with us...until at least after the new year. He opened his thermal bag and pulled out my pizza.
“Here you are” he said, eyeing me up and down as he handed me the pizza. He licked his lips, probably remembering the time he found me laying on the floor, hole gaping open from Sal’s giant cock.
“Thanks, Brian” I said grabbing the pizza. “Whelp. Have a good night.” I began to close the door, when his foot got in the way.
“Wait...” he said, stepping forward. “Why don’t I come in? We haven’t...you know...in a while.”
“Yeah” I said. “I’ve decided to only fuck MEN from now on.” I put the pizza down on the table by the door and crossed my arms defiantly. I was not interested in a repeat performance with him.
“Oh come on” he whined. “I only told those guys about you all because I knew they wouldn’t judge you.” His hand reached down and slowly massaged the growing bulge in his pants as he stared at my cock through the shear fabric.
“That wasn’t your call to make, Brian” I said.
“C’mon...remember how it felt when my pierced cock slid past your prostate over and over?” he asked persistently.
“Perdon, but it doesn’t seem like he’s interested in your offer.”
I looked over Brian’s shoulder. Diego stood there in his dirty work clothes, holding a bottle of champagne. Brian turned around confused as Diego shoulder checked him walking through the front door. He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
“Hi” I whispered with a smile.
“Hola querido” he whispered, resting his forehead on mine. I took the bottle of champagne from his hand and leaned up to kiss him again. This time, our tongues explored each other’s mouths as we breathed heavily. His hand slid down and grabbed my waist, pulling me in tight. It continued moving south, sliding under my swimsuit and massaging my bare ass. He slowly broke our kiss and locked eyes with our audience. “Bye, Brian” he said, as he slowly closed the door in his face.
“But...” Brian said futilely. I could hear him sigh as he walked back to his car and drove away.
“I don’t like that guy” he said as he took off his coat and hung it on the nearby hook.
“Yeah...join the club” I said walking back to the kitchen. He looked at me quizzically. “It’s a long story.”
“I’m sure” he said, leaning over the counter and staring up at me with his big brown eyes.
“I totally spaced though...What’s the big news?” I asked, completely forgetting why I had a bottle of champagne on the counter in front of me.
“Well, your papa made me the new foreman and gave me a huge bump in pay” he said with a huge smile.
“That’s awesome, babe!” I said as I jumped into his arms, smothering him with kisses. His large, calloused hands gripped my butt cheeks tightly. He placed me on the counter and kissed down my neck. “I’m really happy for you, Diego.” He looked down and chuckled.
Leaning in, he whispered in my ear. “I like it better when you call me babe...or daddy.”
“Sorry...daddy” I said, hovering my lips just barely out of reach. He chuckled again and leaned in for another kiss.
“Ooof....I probably should’ve showered before coming over here” he said, taking a quick whiff of his arm pits. “I was just too excited.” I reached up and ran a finger across his forehead, collecting a thin layer of dust from the construction site.
“Come with me” I said as I hopped off the counter and grabbed his hand, leading him down the hallway to the master bedroom. He tossed his phone on the nightstand as I reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. He stood there letting me undress him slowly. He held onto my shoulder as I helped him step out of his pants. I looked at the giant bulge in his sweaty boxer briefs and reached down to give it a squeeze. He let out a soft grunt in response. I slipped my fingers under the waistband and peeled his underwear down. I held them up to my face and inhaled the damp, salty, musky smell of his sweaty cock and balls. He ran his hand through my hair while I inhaled him. I tossed them on the floor and led him into the bathroom.
I stepped into the walk-in shower and turned the water on. He snuck up behind me and wrapped his arms around my slim waist as he slid his cock back and forth along the crack of my ass.
“I thought you liked me dirty” he whispered as he nibbled on my ear. I arched my back pushing my bubble butt against his cock hard. Water streamed down my back as I grabbed his hand and shoved it down the front of my bathing suit. He kneaded my cock and balls while his other hand grabbed one of the gold rings of my bathing suit and tore it off, sending my suit to the floor.
“Fuck me” I begged, throwing my hands up over my shoulders and running my fingers through his hair.
I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me. He shoved me against the shower wall, lined up his uncut cock with my hairless pussy and rammed it in. My face pressed hard against the glass as I massaged his daddy dick with my pussy. He leaned down and bit my shoulder as water poured over his back.
“Yeah...fuck me daddy”
“Oh I’ve missed this pussy, Vinito. Give my cock a squeeze. Ooof. Yeah. Like that.”
He wrapped his big arms around me as he carved out my insides. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as he punched my prostate over and over.
“Oh fuck. Do you like my pussy, daddy?” I panted in between breaths.
“I fucking love this pussy, mijo.” He shoved every inch of his cock inside me and held it there. I began to squirm from the intense pressure, but he held me firmly, forcing my insides to adjust to his invasion. It felt like he was deep enough to poke out of my stomach. “It’s ok, mijo. Let that pussy mold to my dick.”
I reached down and stroked my cock as my insides were glazed with his pre-cum. I began whimpering like a puppy, begging to be bred.
“Please cum in my pussy, daddy. I wanna get pregnant.” He growled as he slowly pulled out and rammed back in, jackhammering me.
“Fuck, mijo. I’m gonna knock you up. I’m gonna spray so much leche inside you, you’re gonna wind up carrying my twins.”
“God yes. That’s what I’m here for. Please, daddy. Please cum in me.” His head knocked back as his panting hastened. I could tell he was close. He reached up and grabbed my hair, pulling it back hard. He knew what I liked.
“Here it comes, son. Here’s Daddy’s load.” He bit down on my neck hard as his cock erupted deep inside me. My guts boiled from his hot load working its way deep up inside me. He pulled my hand away and began jerking me off hard and fast. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My entire body shuddered as I sprayed the shower wall with my load. He brought his hand up, covered in my cum, and licked it cleaned. He then kissed me softly on the neck where he bit me as he slowly pulled out. I leaned against the shower wall catching my breath.
After we came down from our high, I grabbed the loofah and soaped up our bodies. We dried off and headed back out to the kitchen naked. We stood at the counter and ate some pizza while I filled him in on my day and Mike’s imminent arrival.
“Are you excited to have your stepdad back?”
“I mean...yes? I think it’ll be good for Dad to have him back. And honestly, there’s a small part of me that’s kind of happy he stuck it to my mom by filing for divorce first.” He chuckled as he leaned back and rubbed his full belly.
“Maximo’s mom and I never got married, but I definitely got to pull the chord first. It’s a nice feeling, not gonna lie.”
After we cleaned up, we decided to finally go unwind in the hot tub. Diego grabbed the bottle of champagne as I grabbed two flutes, and we headed outside to the patio. He held a hand out for support as I climbed up into the hot tub. We settled down next to each other as he popped the cork and poured us a couple glasses.
“Congratulations again, babe” I said, as we clanked our glasses together.
“Thanks mijo.”
We sat there silently, enjoying the approaching night sky and the white noise from the bubbles. I wrested my arms on the outer edge of the hot tub. Diego leaned back and copied me. Our hands met and our fingers mingled together as we sat there silently staring into each other’s eyes. We both broke eye contact and pulled our hands away as the familiar feeling of guilt bubbled to the surface. We both had committed to our families, and veering outside that circle wasn’t something either one of us had planned. At least...not with real feelings.
“Listen...Vinnie...” he said as he struggled to maintain eye contact with me. Shit. He was gonna suggest we end it. He never calls me ‘Vinnie’.
“It’s OK, Diego” I said, trying to cut to the chase. In my head, I was already planning on housing the rest of the now-destroyed cake I made and just claim I never made one when Mike arrived. “You don’t think we should...hang out anymore. I get it. Really.” I just stared down into the water.
“Que? What?” he said confused, shaking his head. “No no no no no. Mira. I don’t want to stop seeing you. I like you, Vinito. I like you a lot. Probably more than I should. And I don’t think I’m the only one that feels this way, right?” I looked over at him and shook my head. “I just feel like I’m gonna get you in trouble with your dad...and my boss if we get any closer.”
“Do you want to get closer?” I asked, looking him in the eyes. He nodded with a smile. “Well, what about Maximo? Do YOU feel like you’re cheating on him with me?”
He smiled and rested his head on the edge of the hot tub. “No. I mean, I kinda did in the beginning. When we first fucked in the model home, I was genuinely attracted to you, but it also kind of scratched a certain father-son itch for me since I couldn’t be with my Maximo. But ever since...I find myself...aching for you. Missing you.”
“But what about Maximo?”
“He knows what we’re doing, Vinito. He actually eggs me on when I tell him I’m going to see you. Truthfully, I think he might be jealous of ME being with YOU. He’s taken quite a liking to you.” I blushed.
“So he knows what we’re doing, but does he know how you FEEL?” He shrugged.
“Has it been explicitly stated? No. Does he know it’s more than just sex?...I think so.”
“My relationship with my dad and Sal will always be important. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for you and was interested in seeing where that could go.” He looked at me and smiled as he floated over in front of me.
“Give me a kiss.”
I leaned forward and pressed my pillowy soft lips against his. His mustache scraped my upper lip. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me in close, but I didn’t want to do it here.
“Not here, babe. Come with me.”
We hopped out of the hot tub and quickly dried off before heading inside. I led us back down the hall, this time stopping at my old bedroom. I swung the door open and walked over to my bed. I climbed on and laid down on my side, flashing him my hairless pussy as I arched my back and looked back at him over my shoulder. He leaned on the door frame, taking in the scene and stroking his cock.
“I finally get to see my boy’s bedroom. It’s nice, Vinito.”
“Thanks, Daddy” I said as I circled my pussy with two fingers, sliding them in one after the other.
“I don’t know how your papa didn’t sneak in here every night and just fuck your brains out.”
“That’s why I have these.” I reached into the nightstand and pulled out another one of my favorite dildos. It was a tan dildo modeled after my favorite porn star, Austin Wilde. I rubbed the head around my swollen pussy and slid it inside. He stood there, watching me fuck myself with my dildo.
“Fuck that’s hot.” He walked up to the bed and laid down on his side next to me. He grabbed my leg and held it up in the air, so I had easier access to my hole. I slid the dildo all the way in, until Austin’s nuts were resting on my ass. “Let Daddy help.”
He reached down and grabbed the base of the dildo and began sliding it in and out. I reached up and grabbed my ankle as he swirled the dildo inside my bred pussy, sending his load from earlier gushing out onto the bedspread.
“Oh my god. That feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah? Daddy making your pussy feel good?”
“So fucking good.”
“I bet I can make it even better.” He grabbed the base of his cock and pressed it against the border of the dildo invading my hole. After a little pressure, his cock slid inside past the dildo, sending even more cum down my ass, onto the bed.
“Oh shit, daddy. Stretch me out.”
“Just imagine it’s Maximo in there with me splitting you in two.”
“Oh shit” I chuckled. “Get the two Perez men inside my pussy at the same time? Fuck yeah.”
He slowly rocked his hips back and forth until I was sufficiently stretched. Once I was loose enough, he got onto his hands and knees and started pile driving into my pussy. Each punch pushed the dildo hard against my walls, making my entire body shudder. Every slap made me squirt out his load, covering his balls and my ass.
“Shit, mijo. You’re losing Daddy’s load. I’m gonna have to fill you back up again.”
“Yes! Yes please, Daddy! Fill me back up!” I loved watching him fuck me. His skin was slick with sweat, and his muscles with a light farmer’s tan flexed as he claimed my pussy. He could see the yearning in my face. I could see the primal lust in his. He was two seconds away from knocking me over the head and dragging me back to his cave. Sweat from his forehead dripped onto my abs as he continued to pummel me, filling the room with grunts and obscene slurping and squirting sounds.
“Here comes my fucking leche, mi amor.” His pounding sped up as he gripped my hips, keeping his cock buried deep inside.
“Breed me!” I yelled as he slammed hard one last time and collapsed on top of me. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, shooting out jet after jet of cum inside my swollen pussy. The bed was soaking wet.
“I’m not done yet, mijo.”
He reached down and began stroking my cock. He knew just how to milk me. The perfect amount of swirling and pressure. He played my cock like an instrument. I grabbed his hair as he brought me to orgasm.
“Fuck Daddy. I’m gonna cum!” He held his hand in front of my cock, collecting as much cum as he could in his hand. He brought his hand up and held it against my mouth as I swallowed my own load. I licked his hand clean, getting in between each finger.
He leaned in and kissed me. His tongue swirled around my mouth and we coated our tongues in my load. He reached down and removed the dildo from my bred pussy and slid a finger inside. He swirled it around and pulled out his greasy fingers, covered in my juices and his load and sucked it clean. He kissed my face down to my neck as I ran my hands through his hair.
“Fuck, Vinito...” he whispered. “You sure you want push this any further?”
“I’m in, if you are.”
He collapsed in the crook of my neck as we came to terms with the risks of our relationship. After a few minutes, his softening cock popped out of my pussy. He gave me one more kiss on my shoulder and climbed out of bed. I closed the nightstand drawer and walked towards the door.
We headed back out to the patio and spent the rest of the evening, relaxing in the hot tub looking up at the stars. A little after 10, he said he needed to head home for the night. He went and grabbed his clothes from the bedroom as I dried off and cleaned up the kitchen. I walked him to the front door. He turned around to kiss me goodnight.
“Thank you for celebrating with me, Vinito.” He held my hand and gave it a soft kiss.
“Of course. It’s about time you got a promotion.”
“And what we talked about earlier...”
“I’m not going anywhere. So...until next time?”
“Until next time. Goodnight mi amor” he said with a smile. I stood at the door and watched as he climbed into his truck and drove away.
I headed back to my old bedroom and changed the bedding. I’m sure Mike would prefer clean sheets. I tossed the sheets in the washer for tomorrow morning and the dildo into the sink with the other one and shuffled back to the master bedroom exhausted. Dad was still out with Nico doing lord knows what and Sal must still be wrapping stuff up at work...or fucking his boy toy. I plopped down on the bed and looked over at the nightstand. Diego had left his phone. I rolled my eyes and laid back on the bed. Dad could take it to him tomorrow at work.
I pulled the covers up over me and stared at the ceiling. As my eyes began to close, I could hear Dad come in.
“Hey, bud. You still awake? I’m gonna go pick up Mike in a bit. Wanna come with?”
I pretended to be asleep. Tonight was...alot, and I wasn’t sure where to go from here. Dad quietly walked over and kissed my forehead. He stroked my cheek and turned the lights off as he headed back out.
“Goodnight, bud.”
-End-
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