Surprise, Not Surprised
I pulled up to Homo Hollow on a scorching hot afternoon, the sun beating down through the pines and making the whole place feel like a sweat-soaked fuck den. The air was thick with the smell of sex and cum before I even got out of the truck. I stripped down completely again, leaving my clothes behind, and wandered deeper into the woods toward a shaded little glen.
There he was.
My girlfriend’s dad, Mr. Toppson, standing buck-ass naked in the sunlight filtering through the leaves. He was a big, rugged man in his late 40s: broad hairy chest, thick muscular legs maintained by hard construction work. His heavy, low-hanging cock already thickening between his thighs. Sweat glistened on his body. When he spotted me, a slow, dirty smile spread across his face.
“Hey, son,” he said, voice low and warm, like this was the most natural thing in the world. His cock twitched and started rising as he looked me up and down.
I walked right up to him, heart pounding. The two of us didn’t waste time with words. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding together while his thick cock pressed against mine. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his meat, stroking it as it hardened fully, thick, veiny, and heavy in my grip.
Mr. Toppson dropped to his knees first in the soft grass. “Been wanting to taste my daughter’s boyfriend’s cock,” he growled before swallowing me to the balls in one smooth motion.
I replied, “I haven’t fucked her in a while so my cock doesn’t taste like her pussy.”
The wet heat of his throat engulfed me. He sucked hard, bobbing fast, drooling spit all over my shaft while his hands gripped my ass and pulled me deeper. I groaned and fucked his face, watching my cock disappear between his lips as he looked up at me with pure lust.
I returned the favor, pushing him onto his back and diving onto his thick cock. I sucked him sloppily, working the shaft with my hand while my tongue swirled around the head, tasting his salty precum. He moaned and thrust up into my mouth, feeding me every inch.
Soon we were both on all fours in a sweaty 69, sucking each other’s cocks furiously. The sounds were filthy, loud slurping, gagging, and moaning filling the glen. He spread my ass cheeks and buried his face between them, licking and tongue-fucking my hole while I did the same to him, tasting his sweaty, hairy crack. I looked up at him, “I’m sucking the cock that made my g/f!” We both snickered.
Other men started gathering to watch, then joined in. We shared everything.
A hung stranger stepped up and fed his cock into Mr. Toppson’s mouth while I kept sucking my girlfriend’s dad. Then the same guy moved behind me and slammed his raw cock balls-deep into my ass in one thrust. I moaned around Mr. Toppson’s dick as I got fucked hard, the stranger pounding me so deep his balls slapped mine.
Mr. Toppson pulled me off his cock and positioned me on my back. He lifted my legs and pushed his thick fatherly cock against my hole. “Gonna fuck my future son-in-law’s tight ass,” he grunted, then drove in. The men stepped back and cheered. The stretch was intense as he buried every inch inside me, his heavy balls resting against my ass. He fucked me with long, powerful strokes, sweat dripping from his chest onto my body while another man fed me his cock down my throat.
We switched and I fucked him too. Mr. Toppson got on all fours and I mounted him like a bitch, slamming my cock into his hairy hole while he sucked off two other guys at once. His ass clenched around me, hot and greedy, as I bred him deep.
The afternoon turned into a sweaty, cum-soaked blur. We sucked cock together, side by side on our knees, trading dicks and swapping spit and cum. We fucked each other raw while men took turns using our holes. At one point he was balls-deep in my ass, pounding me mercilessly, when another load was shot down my throat. I did the same to him, breeding his fatherly ass while he moaned like a whore.
By the time the sun started to dip, both of us were exhausted, covered in sweat and cum. Our holes were wrecked and leaking, cocks spent and shiny. Mr. Toppson pulled me close, kissed me again, and grinned.
“Same time next week, son?”
I nodded, wiped off what I could, and headed back to my truck with a sore, satisfied grin.
Another filthy afternoon at Homo Hollow. What happens here stays here. No one back in town, especially not my girlfriend, would ever know that I and her dad spent the day sharing cocks, mouths, and assholes like depraved animals.
