Later that day my dad fucked me again relentlessly. He took a blue pill to have stamina to use me and I was in heaven.
I was still on all fours on the couch, my hole open and leaking my father’s cum, when he finally spoke again.
“Stay like that.”
I heard him move around the apartment. The sound of his phone unlocking. The low murmur of him typing. Then the familiar Grindr notification sound.
My stomach dropped.
“What are you doing?” I asked, voice still tired from the screaming and moaning.
My father didn’t answer right away. He just kept typing. A few minutes later he finally replied.
“I just invited someone over,” he said casually, like he was ordering food. “Another guy. I was planning this already before discovering you were the anonymous slut.”
He laughed.
“Discreet. Said he’s thick and doesn’t mind sharing. You’re going to stay right there on that bench in the dark and take whatever he gives you. I’m going to watch.”
I turned my head to look at him. He was already hard again, the thick outline of his cock pressing against his stained with cum boxers.
“Dad—”
“Don’t call me that when we’re doing this,” he cut me off. “When that door opens, you’re just a hole. Understand?”
I swallowed. My cock twitched against my stomach.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy!”
He turned off almost every light in the apartment until the living room was nearly black again. Only the faint glow from the TV screen remained. He pointed at the same low bench near the door.
“Get on it. Ass up. Face down. And keep your mouth shut unless he tells you to open it.”
I obeyed. My knees hit the padded surface. I arched my back the way he liked, presenting my used hole. I could still feel his cum slowly dripping out of me.
My father walked over and spat directly onto my hole, rubbing it in with two thick fingers.
“Good boy. Stay exactly like that.”
Ten minutes later the door opened.
I couldn’t see the man clearly—just a tall, broad silhouette. He smelled like cheap cologne and sweat. My father spoke first, his voice low and controlled.
“He’s ready. No talking. Just use him. Be as rough as you want. He likes it.”
The stranger didn’t say a word. I heard a belt buckle. Then the heavy sound of clothes dropping. A moment later a thick, hard cock slapped against my ass cheek.
“Fuck… look at that open little hole,” the stranger muttered under his breath.
My father answered from somewhere behind him.
“It’s already been used tonight. Go ahead and stretch it more.”
The man didn’t waste time. He lined up and pushed in with one long, brutal thrust. I gasped into the bench as his cock forced its way inside me, thicker than my father’s in a different way—shorter but girthier. He bottomed out and stayed there for a second, grinding.
“Tight for something that’s already been fucked,” he grunted.
“He recovers fast,” my father said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Fuck him harder. He can take it.”
The stranger started pounding me. Heavy, deep strokes that made the bench creak. Every thrust forced more of my father’s earlier loads out around his cock. The wet sounds filled the dark room. I bit the cushion to stay quiet.
My father moved closer. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, holding me down.
“That’s it. Take that stranger’s cock like a good little whore. You wanted anonymous dick so bad… now you’re getting it while your own father watches.”
The stranger groaned and sped up, hips slamming against my ass.
“Fuck, his hole is greedy. He’s sucking me in.”
“Breed him,” my father ordered. “Fill him up. I want to see another man’s cum dripping out of my son.”
“Is your son???” The man was shocked.
“Fuck yeah. My only son and I just discovered he’s a fag that loves anon cock.”
The words made my cock jump. I came untouched onto the bench again, shaking.
The stranger didn’t last much longer after that.
“FUCK MAN!” He was totally out of himself.
He slammed in deep, grunted like an animal, and started pumping cum into me in thick pulses. I felt every spurt. When he finally pulled out, a heavy string of cum followed and landed on the back of my thigh.
“Fuck,” the man panted.
My father stepped in immediately.
“My turn.”
I felt his familiar thick cock press against my messy hole. He didn’t ease in. He just shoved all the way inside in one stroke, forcing the stranger’s fresh load deeper into me.
“Fuck… you’re so wet and open now,” he growled. “Taking two loads already back to back . Look at you.”
He fucked me hard and deep, using the other man’s cum and his own as lube. The wet, filthy sounds were obscene. The stranger stayed nearby, watching, still catching his breath.
My father didn’t last long either. He buried himself to the hilt, groaned, and unloaded inside me for the second time that night. When he pulled out, I felt both loads start to leak down my balls.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I turned on the bench, still on my knees. My father’s cock was shiny and messy, covered in a mix of both their cum and my own slick.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my face to it.
“Clean it. Every drop. I want that cock clean.”
I opened my mouth and took him in. The taste was heavy and salty—my father’s cum mixed with the stranger’s. I licked and sucked, cleaning the thick shaft and the head while both men watched. My father held my head and slowly fucked my mouth a few times, making sure I got everything.
When he was satisfied, he pulled out with a wet sound and looked down at me.
“Good boy.”
The stranger was already putting his pants back on. He left without another word. The door closed behind him.
My father stood over me in the dim light, still half-hard, looking down at the mess he had made of his own son.
“Go clean yourself up,” he said quietly. “Then come back to bed. We’re not done talking.”
I stood on shaky legs, both men’s cum still leaking out of me, and walked toward the bathroom.
Next day was my father’s last day in my city before heading home to my mom. He posted an ad in the afternoon on doublelist.
I watched him type it on his phone while I sat on the edge of the bed, still sore and leaking from the ass pounding.
The message was short and clear: Young 21yo tight hole available for use. No condoms allowed. Cumdump. Blindfolded. Multiple welcome. Motel on the highway. Come use it and leave. I’m his father and I’m going to watch and record it.
He didn’t ask if I wanted it. He just told me to shower, keep myself open, and get in the car.
The motel was the kind of place that smelled like cigarettes and cheap cleaner. One story, flickering neon, rooms that rented by the hour. He paid in cash and took the key without looking at the guy behind the counter. Inside, the room was small and dim. One bed. One chair. A single lamp that barely lit the corners.
He locked the door, then turned to me.
“Clothes off. On the bed. Ass up with jockstraps.”
I stripped. He took a black tie from his pocket and tied it tight around my head, cutting off every bit of light. Then he pushed me forward until my chest hit the mattress and my knees sank into the cheap sheets. He spread my legs wider and pressed two fingers into me, checking that I was still soft and open from earlier.
“Good,” he muttered. “Stay exactly like that.”
I heard him move the chair closer to the bed. The soft click of his phone camera starting to record. Then the sound of the door opening and closing as he went to wait outside.
The first man came in less than ten minutes later.
I didn’t see him. I only felt the bed dip, the rough hands on my hips, and the thick cock pushing straight into me without warning. He was bigger than my father and didn’t care about going slow. He fucked me hard and fast, grunting with every thrust, using the cum that was already inside me as lube. When he finished, he buried himself deep and unloaded with a low groan. I felt the extra heat flood into me.
He pulled out. The door opened and closed.
My father’s voice came from somewhere near the chair.
“Truck driver. Late thirties. Thick cock. Didn’t even take his shirt off.”
I stayed in position, hole twitching, cum already starting to leak down my balls.
The second man was quieter. He spat on my hole first, then pushed in slower, but once he was inside he fucked with long, deep strokes that made the bedframe creak. He lasted longer. When he came, he held my hips tight and ground against me until every drop was inside.
“Office worker,” my father said after he left. “Wedding ring. Probably told his wife he was working late.”
They kept coming.
Some were rough. Some were almost gentle at first and then turned vicious once they realized how open and used I already was. One man slapped my ass hard between thrusts. Another grabbed my hair and pulled my head back even though I couldn’t see anything. A few talked while they fucked me — calling me a hole, a whore, a cumdump. Most stayed silent.
After the fifth or sixth, my father stopped describing them one by one. He just gave short updates.
“Younger one. Early twenties. Came fast.”
“Older. Heavy. Almost too thick.”
“This one stank of sweat and cigarettes.”
I lost count somewhere after twelve.
My hole was a mess. Every new cock slid in easier than the last, pushing the previous loads deeper before adding more. I could feel the cum shifting inside me with every thrust, warm and slick, some of it forced out around their shafts and running down my thighs in thick streaks. The sheets under my knees were soaked. My own cock hung hard and ignored between my legs, dripping steadily onto the mattress.
My father never touched me. He just sat in the chair and filmed, occasionally telling a man to go harder or to make sure he came inside. Sometimes he laughed under his breath when a particularly rough one made me moan too loud.
By the time the twentieth (I guess) man left, my legs were shaking. My hole felt loose and ruined, constantly leaking. I could feel the cum dripping out of me in slow, heavy drops even when nothing was inside.
The door opened one last time.
This one was bigger than the others. He didn’t rush. He ran a hand over my open hole first, feeling how wet and used it was, then pushed in with one long thrust that forced a broken sound out of my throat. He fucked me slower than the rest, deep and heavy, like he wanted to feel every bit of the mess that was already there.
I heard my father’s chair creak.
Then the wet sound of him stroking himself.
“Last one,” my father said, voice rough. “Make it count.”
The man kept thrusting. I heard my father grunt, and then felt something warm and thick land on my hole while the other guy’s cock was still moving inside me. My father’s cum. He had jerked off onto my hole and the stranger’s shaft while it was buried in my ass.
The man didn’t stop. He used it. He fucked the fresh load deeper into me along with everything else that was already there, mixing my father’s cum with the loads of more than twenty anonymous men.
When he finally came, he pushed in as deep as he could and held still, pulsing hard. I felt the extra heat join the rest.
He pulled out slowly. A thick river of cum followed, pouring out of me and onto the soaked sheets.
The door closed.
For a long moment the only sound in the room was my heavy breathing and the soft drip of cum hitting the mattress.
Then my father’s hand settled on the back of my neck.
“Stay like that,” he said. “I want to film how ruined you are. Push the cum out… you’re a filthy cumdump!”
I stayed on all fours, blindfold still on, hole open and overflowing, while my father moved around me with the phone. He didn’t speak again for a while. He just recorded the mess he had made of his own son. I could feel so much cum leaking while I push the loads out. It was a sweet relief, I was so full.
When he finally pulled the blindfold off, the light from the single lamp made my eyes water. I looked at him. He was still hard, cock shiny, staring down at my used hole with something dark and satisfied in his expression.
“Clean yourself up enough to walk,” he said. “We’re leaving.”
I tried to close my legs and felt another thick trickle run down my thigh.
My father watched it happen and smiled.
“Good boy,” he said. “This was fun, we need to do it again champ.”
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