From Father to Fucktoy

John didn’t get much sleep last night but that didn’t stop him from waking up with a raging erection, last night’s incident was the first thing on his mind. The image of his son taking black dick still fresh in his mind. He pulled  his comforter from over his body and looked down at his throbbing dick. It was a good size, and a comfortable girth topping in at about 6 and half inches, but compared the dick that was impaling his son it was nothing, he burped up precum at the thought of the kid slapping his dick on him, large dark member making his look like a bitch’s clit. 

He didn’t know what had come over him, he never had thoughts or fantasies about being with another man before. Then he felt this urge to touch his hole, he hadn’t done any butt stuff since the divorce. And even then it was only a few times. But the thought of that man sliding into him, pushing his legs back and going to town made his eyes roll back. He reached his hand down and just pressed on his hole, hairy and moist with sweat as he fisted his throbbing dick. Without even realizing it a finger had breached him, barely even the first knuckle was enough to have him nut. He moaned as he came, each volley of cum nearly hitting him in his well-trimmed beard. He hadn’t cum like that in a while. 

He got up shortly thereafter and cleaned himself up, readying himself quickly for another day at work, his final step gelling his hair back in a modest quiff. Though he couldn’t quite help himself from checking his ass out in his khakis in the mirror before heading downstairs. Downstairs his son, Matt, was sitting at the dining table shirtless chowing down on a bowl of cereal like nothing happened.

“Morning dad.” he said, a little too casually. John would’ve felt better if his son was at least a little on edge. How long has he been getting fucked in his childhood bed? His mind was going a mile a minute with questions he nearly forgot to respond, 

“Morning son.”

John fetched a bowl from the cabinet opting to sit down and eat with his boy since he had a little bit of time before his commute. He made himself a bowl of cereal and ate in silence for a bit,

“Hey dad what time did you get home last night?”

John’s face went red, he didn’t expect this.

“Uh..I don’t remember, i-it was maybe like 1 or 2? Why?” he stammered.

“Just curious. That’s pretty late for you- Work must be tough.” Matt said nonchalantly.

“Y-yeah. End of quarter, you know how that is.” Matt did not ,in fact, know how that is.

Matt seemed to accept this and went on to eating his cereal. They continued to eat in silence and when finished went their separate ways. John to work and Matt, presumably, to class.

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Work was uneventful, John was distracted for most of the day and spent all his time horned up at his cubicle. He was so horny he excused himself in the middle of a meeting to go wank himself in the bathroom, he was relieved to be getting home.

He rolled onto his street when he spotted the same car from the other day, parked in the same spot as before. His heart rate quickened and his dick started to harden, straining in his fitted work khakis. He briskly walked to the door and put the key in, trying his best to be as quiet as he could. He had all the fantasies on the ride home that the guy fucking his son would be there, on his couch dick hard and ready. He would jack him off and let him finish all over his face. All these thoughts running through his head, no room for guilt or shame.

He opened the door and didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary at first, he set his briefcase on the kitchen table and walked closer to the stairs-

*schloorp-gawk-guawwk*

Sounds of saliva and sucking. Someone was getting throated upstairs. He knew the actors, his son was on his knees, throat full of black dick. Presumably. He walked up the stairs trying to be as quiet as he could as the noises got louder. His dick was in overdrive in his pants, he felt himself get wet with pre like some fucking teenager. He palmed the bulge in his pants as he approached the door to his son’s room and peeked inside. Empty…the sounds were coming from his bedroom. Anger bubbled up through the horniness, he quickened his pace as he walked to his bedroom and opened the door. No longer interested in sneaking around peaking through cracks, Matt had crossed the line.

He opened the door and almost instantly any resolve to confront them faded quickly at the sight before him. His son was in his underwear, a pair of red boxer briefs  on his knees with his palms on the ground like a dog trained to sit. His back was arched and red with arousal, ass perched in the air like some porn whore. He gurgled and gagged on the man’s cock sitting on his bed. The man was resting his body on one hand while his other hand rested atop his son’s head. He looked so comfortable on a bed that wasn’t his. He felt dominated and he hadn’t even done anything. The man’s dark skin illuminated by the lamp that was on in the room, he could make out full lips, high cheekbones and hooded eyes. He was beautiful. 

He was standing in the door for a second before the man looked up and nodded him over, he spoke and his voice was deep and heady—

“Mr.Webb, you wanted a closer look? Almost stepped in your nut the other day. Come here and watch your son gag on my dick.”

Matt jumped a bit, startled after realizing what was happening and tried to pry his head up but was quickly repressed. The man tightened his grip and pressed his head down, lodging himself further down Matt’s esophagus. 

“I never told you to stop.”

Matt relaxed, not even attempting to put up a fight and continued sliding his throat up and down the man’s dick. John was possessed, the man’s voice like a leash. He had nearly soiled his pants at this sight before him. His dick ached from staying trapped in the confines of his work slacks. He walked over slowly and knelt down next to his son, taking in the sight of him sucking the man off. Where and when did he even learn to do all of this? His son was the most ideal son any red-blooded man could ask for; always had a beautiful girl on his arms, great grades, good at sports. But now as his pink lips stretched wantonly around a dark stranger's dick he looked unrecognizable. 

Matt’s face was completely flushed, saliva and spittle gathered in strings down his chin, trapped in his goatee and running down his slightly hairy chest. Wiry black stray pubes embedded inside globs of spit underneath wet, red and teary eyes. He looked completely slutted out, like the actresses in some of the porn John watched in the dead of night. Any respectable father would’ve stopped this, pried his son off the dick he was gagging on and perhaps even fought the man who decided he was going to humiliate his son on his own bed. But John was past any rational thought, the smell of fuck musk lingering in the air, the giant black dick inches away from him at this point overriding any protective urges he had. Without thinking he put his hands on the back of his son's neck, caressing and supporting him while he gagged on the dick. 

He couldn’t take his eyes away, spit bubbles forming around his son's pink lips as he bobbed up and down along the length of his dick. He stared and brought his face closer, he wanted to trade places with his son so badly at that moment—

“Alright Matty, let’s let daddy have a try.”

The man released his grip on his son's head and Matt heaved himself off of the cock. Lines of spit and snot still connected him to the dick he was just working over. Matt turned his head to his father, looking him in his eyes, he looked almost dizzy, John had only seen his son like this after a tough baseball game. He turned to the dick towering in front of him in all of its glory, the base of which was frothy with spit bubbles from his son, it was wet and slimy with saliva topping out at 8 or maybe 9 inches. He could tell he would've needed to use both hands to jack it off, veins protruding on its flanks leading to a pink and cut head. It throbbed rhythmically and he felt the heat radiating from it. It was so powerful. His own dick felt pathetic in comparison, and he wondered how his son even managed to get himself to the base of it. 

“Don’t be scared Mr.Webb.” The man grinned above him.

The man could feel his anxiety, there would be no going back after this. Nonetheless he steeled himself and grabbed the dick with one hand, his other was gently resting on his son’s shoulder. He squeezed it a bit and watched it pulse and swell, then he moved his hands down and grabbed the golf ball sized balls that hung low and gripped them pulling them down to see the testicles balloon in his hairy scrotum. He had never seen another man’s dick like this before, nonetheless touched it. 

He swallowed and stuck his tongue out, running it from the top of the balls to the bottom of the dick head. The taste was making his mind melt, the smell was making him dizzy.

“Good boy.” The man above him said, while offering a toothy white grin. A kid his son’s age, nearly twenty years his junior, was calling him boy, he felt his cock throb at that. The praise gave him a bit of confidence and he got up a bit on his knees and took the tip in his mouth, moving his head downward and lapping his tongue around the swollen head. He didn’t know what he was doing, just mirroring the stuff he saw in porn and the things he liked done. But he could barely take half of the dick in the throat before he had to pull himself off. He caught his breath before going back in, this time trying to bob his head up and down like he saw his son doing. 

Matt watched all of this in earnest and placed his hand on the back of dads head, trying to get him to go deeper. John’s dick was still rock hard in his pants, burping up more pre everytime he gagged. After a bit of this the man pulled his head off and stood up from the bed. Saliva trailing from John's lips to the engorged cock head. 

“Not bad for a first timer, being a dick sucker must be genetic. Watch how good your son is though.”

The man gripped Matt's ears and shoved his entire length down his throat in one go. John observed as his throat bulged out at the base of his jaw and nostrils flared as he breathed. His nose disappeared in the jungle of pubes and Matt stuck his tongue out at the same time lapping what he could of the man’s balls. He was an expert, John was weirdly proud but envious, he wished it was him covered in spit and pubes about to be facefucked. 

The man proceeded to fuck his sons throat, balls smacking at his chin with an audible slap. Matt's eyes rolled back in pleasure, losing himself in utter submission as his mouth bubbled up and more spittle rolled down his neck and made a mess on his hairy chest. The man then pushed himself all the way in and held himself there. He then pinched Matt's nose and stopped his breathing for a bit, Matt’s face went redder and his eyes seemed to roll further back. John looked down and his son’s dick had completely soiled his briefs, like he’d been leaking the whole time. 

“Yeah good bitch!” the man yelled and pulled his dick out of his throat as Matt heaved.

Not that he had much time to recover before he was plunged back into , the man was continuing his assault on his undoubtedly bruised and battered throat.

“Gonna cover both of you with my fuckin' kids. Press your heads together and stick your tongues out sluts!” He pulled himself out of his son’s velvet throat and stroked himself for a second.

John didn’t even think before complying, sticking out his tongue as far as he could and pressed his head against his boy's ear, feeling the heat coming off of him as Matt assumed the same position.

“Ahhh- FUCK!”

Then spurt after spurt of white hot cum launched out of the angry cock head and plastered itself on his tongue, beard, around his nose even landing in his hair a bit. The man then aimed himself at his son and finished pumping the last half of his heavy load on his boy's tongue, some of it dripping in his goatee and mustache. 

“Both of you taste and swallow my babies.”

They both complied, swishing his nut around in their mouths. John  had never even tasted his own cum, now he had another man’s sloshing around in his mouth. It was so thick and viscous he swore he could chew it, the taste was surprisingly decent. He swallowed the cum and now the man was a part of him forever.

“Say ahhh!” The man made an o-shape with his mouth and they both mimicked him, showing him they followed his commands.

“Good boys!” he smack Matt on the cheek a couple of times before addressing him, 

“Go clean up boy, I need to talk to your dad.”

Matt followed directions, it seemed he did so even easier than when John told him to do something. He watched as Matt excused himself, dick still tented in his underwear and face covered with another man’s semen. John then turned to the man and looked as he sat back on the bed like it was his own as his dick deflated, still wet from throatfucking his son. 

“Gimme your phone.”

John was perplexed, and a little alarmed. The horniness was starting to subside and the reality of the situation was dawning on him, he had sucked his first dick and gotten his first facial from the same man that was fucking his college-aged son and know he was being commanded to give up his phone.

“Gimme your phone, I won’t ask again.”

John was getting a bit scared now, but wasn’t going to fight back. He didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t comply, he reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone placing it in the man's outstretched hand. 

He fiddled with it a bit before standing up and aiming the camera down at him,

“Say cheese!”

John instinctively lowered his head from the camera’s view and promptly got a gentle but firm smack upside the back of his head. 

“Look here bitch!”

He started to get aroused again  from being smacked around and looked up into the camera, before an led flashed ,indicating a picture had been taken. The man fiddled with the phone for a minute before handing it back to him. He then got really close and squeezed both his cheeks from the bottom of his chin, fingers pressed in like he was disciplining a child. 

“I’m Michael, but when I’m bitching you I’m sir, is that clear Mr. Webb?”

John swallowed and spoke, voice breathy with arousal.

“Yes sir.” 

The man laughed and smacked his cheeks playfully like he did with Matt.

“Good boy, you catch on quick. I’ll be in touch.” 

Michael then did something unexpected, he leaned down and pecked John on his forehead. It was gentle but commanding, the cherry on top of completely owning him the way he did. He disappeared behind him then, no doubt in his bathroom with Matt.

He pulled out his phone and unlocked it, seeing Michael had saved his own number and texted it the picture he took. He was staring at the camera with eyes glazed over, globs of cum plastered in his beard and thick streaks running in between his eyes and strewn across his forehead. His lips were red and glossy with spit, and his hair stuck up in different directions. And if one looked closely they could see a large wet spot in his pants as his knees were splayed out on the wooden floor under him. He looked unrecognizable, but he wouldn’t dare lie to himself. He couldn’t wait to be owned again.