The city where I am doing my internship is in another state. I recently moved and rented a small apartment. I am an only child and my parents live in another state. For context, I am 21 years old, my parents were very young and high-school sweethearts when they had me, so they are both 41. My mother has never worked, she stays at home and does crafts and is already quite successful on Instagram and TikTok and manages to earn good money every month. My father works with investment funds and travels a lot for work all over the country.
The story I'm about to tell you happened recently. I was on break from my internship, waiting to find out if I was going to be hired or not, and pretty bored. I spent the day on Grindr, Sniffies, and The Blowers looking for dick. I'm a bottom gay boy with submissive tendencies, and my hunger for dick never wanes.
It was a night in June when I saw a profile on Grindr relatively close by that caught my attention. There was no photo, it said he was a 39-year-old top, and the description drove me crazy: "Married discreet guy. I'm looking for totally submissive young guys who like a dominant daddy. I want you to come into my Airbnb in the dark. I'll leave the door open and wait standing with my hard cock out. Kneel, suck me off, milk me, and leave. No talking."
I felt an immediate rush of excitement and replied:
"I'm in!" And I sent a video of myself sucking off a college buddy with a black mask covering my identity. In return, I received a photo of a monstrous cock, with veins, sagging balls, and uncut.
"If you want to serve this cock, read my rules carefully and come here now! If you don't arrive in 15 minutes, I'll call someone else to serve me. I haven't come in a week." And I received the location. It was close.
I jumped up, put on my running shoes, grabbed my house keys, and ran down the stairs.
Maps said it would take 7 minutes to walk, but I didn't want to risk missing the opportunity, so I ran and managed to get to the building's door in 5 minutes.
"I'm at the door." I sent a message on Grindr, praying it wasn't just some lying wanker. My heart was racing and my mouth was watering at the thought of putting that huge cock in my mouth.
"The code for the door downstairs is #9873. Go up to the second floor, D. The door will be ajar. Come in and kneel down. No talking!"
With my hands shaking with excitement, I entered the code and heard the door buzz open. I ran to the elevator and pressed the button frantically. The seconds seemed to drag on, but finally it arrived and I went up to the second floor. I turned left and saw door D slightly ajar. Fearfully, I approached. In the distance, I could hear the sound of a television with sports commentary. There was practically no light, only slight shadows. I closed the door carefully and knelt down.
A deep voice, almost like Batman's, spoke in the dark:
"Crawl over here, fag. A few steps in front of you."
I crawled like a puppy thirsty for a bone and found what I was looking for. Hairy, muscular, thick legs. I felt around in the dark until I reached an absolutely giant cock, almost too big for my mouth.
"No hands, suck it!" ordered the man's deep voice.
Without questioning the orders, I put my mouth on it. It was slightly sweaty and had a salty taste of pre-cum. I licked the head of the cock and opened my mouth, trying to take as much as I could. It was really big.
"Did you come here to suck or to play, damn it!"
The man in the dark grabbed my blond hair and pushed my head onto his big cock, making me choke. He was rough!
"Take it, no complaints! Didn't you come to suck? Then you're going to suck my fucking cock!"
I was super excited, my cock almost bursting out of my Adidas shorts.
The guy started fucking my mouth and panting. I choked more and more and tried to get a moment's rest from that monster in my throat that almost made me vomit. I pushed the man's strong thighs, but he wouldn't let up.
"You're not getting away. Hold on, I'm almost done. Just take it!”
I tried to relax my throat and let him fuck it. I tried to breathe through my nose, concentrating as hard as I could. Tears streamed from my eyes. I felt like a real whore and I was loving every second of it. The man's thrusts were getting faster and harder. The air smelled of man sweat, strong and intense. His sagging balls hit my chin hard.
The man in the dark began to grunt and roar, and my throat was flooded with abundant sperm. I choked, coughed, and felt sperm coming out of my nose. The man moved away and shook his giant penis and the last drops of milk onto me.
"It's done, you can leave," said the hoarse, panting voice.
I got up from the floor with an enormous hard-on. I opened the apartment door and ran to the elevator, which was still on the second floor. I pressed the exit button, and as soon as the doors closed, I took my cock out of my shorts and just had to touch it to cum all over the elevator floor. The orgasm was so strong that I almost screamed, and tears of pleasure ran down my face. My face was a mess of drool, snot, and cum from that big, athletic man. I wiped it with my T-shirt, and as soon as the elevator door opened, I ran out into the street toward my apartment, leaving my sperm scattered on the elevator floor.
I slept like a baby, and in the morning I had a missed call from my dad and a message.
"Hey champ, I'm in your town. Want to come have lunch with dad?"
I was so happy. I hadn't seen my dad in months. I took a shower and had to masturbate again in the shower, thinking about that anonymous blowjob I had given that man the night before. I had never done anything like that before, and the risk had paid off. I got dressed, put on some cologne, and went to meet my dad at a nearby Starbucks. There he was, well-groomed, his beard impeccable as always, wearing a navy blue shirt that showed off his well-trimmed chest hair. His tall, athletic body was attractive to me, if he weren't my father. I gave him a hug and he smelled great, using Burberry Hero as always. We drank coffee and he teased me about how I still looked like a teenager, that he couldn't believe I was about to start working.
"Where do you want to have lunch, champ? Do you want to go see a movie with Dad and order pizza, or would you prefer a restaurant?"
"Pizza!!!" I said enthusiastically. I've always loved watching movies with my dad, ever since I was a kid, the more violent and noisy the better.
"Great, I'm staying nearby. Let's go. I'm staying for two nights, so we can make up for lost time over the last few months," he said, smiling and ruffling my blond hair. He was dark-haired, I took after my mom.
On the way to his hotel, we FaceTime her:
"Hi, honey, look who I found at Starbucks, do you know him?" My mother was all happy and smiling.
"My men together, I love it. Have fun. I love you so much!"
"I love you too, sweetheart. Kisses." Their relationship was so happy and loving. I wanted to have a boyfriend who would give me that one day. Except for the fact that I liked being used like a cheap whore by older, hyper-masculine men, like last night. I tried to push that thought away. I was with my dad, for fuck's sake.
Since we were on FaceTime with my mother, I didn't even notice the route we took, I just followed my father in his confident strides. As I looked around, something seemed familiar. I was near the building where I had gone yesterday to suck that man's dick in the dark. How embarrassing!
"Are you laughing, champ?"
"Nothing, Dad. I remembered something silly, don't worry about it."
Then he approached the door, the same door I had entered the night before. Fuck, what a coincidence. I couldn't believe I had sucked cock and had my throat fucked in the same building where my father was staying. How embarrassing!!!
The entry code was the same one the guy had given me the night before, I still remembered it. My dad called the elevator and I got in. I looked at the floor and saw the stains of my dried semen. They hadn't cleaned it up yet.
I started shaking with adrenaline. I was completely uncomfortable.
"Are you okay, kid?" my dad asked worriedly.
"Yes, Dad. I'm just hot and dizzy, probably was the coffee. Sugar high!" And I laughed awkwardly. My father's big, strong hand pressed the button for the second floor. Damn!
It couldn't be, what a surreal coincidence. The guy was my father's neighbor. The elevator door opened and we got out.
"What letter are you on, Dad?"
"I'm on D, for David. Like you!" He laughed loudly.
I started to see everything spinning around me and felt my heart beating very fast. My father opened the door to the same apartment I had entered and knelt in the night before.
"Did you check in today? When did you arrive?" I asked in a whisper.
"No, I checked in yesterday. I arrived yesterday afternoon, but I had a business dinner and was tired, so I went straight to bed. That's why I only called you today."
No! It couldn't be. I entered the same apartment, ran to the sofa, and sat down.
"Son, what's wrong?"
"I think my blood pressure is low."
The man with the monstrous cock who had used me and fucked my throat like it was a pussy... WAS MY FATHER. And the problem? I had loved it and I want it more.
I looked at him as he went to get me a glass of cold water. The same thick thighs, the deep voice he had forced out the night before. My father had always loved Batman movies, and as a child he would imitate his voice to me as a joke. I looked at his gray suit pants... the bulge in his pants. The cock I had sucked the night before. There was no doubt. It had been my father... FUCK!
PART 2
I ate two slices of pizza and watched a movie with my dad without paying any attention to the details. My dad kept asking me what was wrong, and I just said I was tired, that I had gone out the night before and it had been intense. I asked if he minded if I went home to get some sleep. He still tried to insist that I sleep in his room, but I made up an excuse that I couldn't sleep without my pillow, and he called me an Uber to my apartment. We agreed to meet for dinner or lunch the next day.
At home, I couldn't stop thinking that this rough and arrogant man who had shamelessly fucked my mouth was my father. I tried to come up with excuses and solutions to explain that it was someone else, but nothing made sense. It was him, there was no doubt about it. My father was an athletic man, although I had never really noticed it under his work shirts. He and my mother had a happy marriage, they even went to church on Sundays, and yet he was on Grindr looking for submissive gay young guys to suck him off. Not just suck him off, but to serve him like real little whores... and I had been one of them.
I couldn't do anything but think about his cock, the smell of his sweat mixed with aftershave. Fuck. The hours passed and it got dark. I sent him a message saying that I'd rather have lunch the next day because I was very tired. It got dark I don't even know what time it was when the sound of a Grindr notification woke me from my lethargy. I wasn't in the mood for hookups and the usual questions from Grindr guys, but out of habit I picked up my phone.
It was the same profile as the day before... My father's profile.
"Available?"
Automatically and without thinking twice, I replied, as if something was taking over my body. I was already shaking with adrenaline.
"Yes, daddy. I'm available."
Fuck, I was calling my own father “daddy”, in a sexual way.
"Great, you behaved well yesterday. Today you're going to get an upgrade. I want you to come in jockstraps with that pussy ready. I'll leave a chair near the door. Stick your ass up, already lubricated, and wait for me to fuck you. No talking. When I bred your ass, I'll go inside and you'll leave. Deal?"
WHAT? My father wanted to fuck my ass with that huge, thick cock. This could only be a vivid dream. I was going to wake up at any moment. I just replied:
"Yes, sir."
"I'll be waiting for you here in 30 minutes, or you know I'll find someone else!"
I dropped my phone and ran to the bathroom to prepare my ass. Luckily, I hadn't eaten much, and in five minutes I had my anal shower done. Unlike my dad, I wasn't hairy, so my ass was smooth and ready to be fucked hard. I put lub on with my fingers, dressed the jockstraps, and walked out the door.
I already knew the way to my father's Airbnb by heart. In 20 minutes I was at his door. I opened Grindr and sent:
"I'm here, dad."
FUCK! I sent dad instead of daddy. Fuck, fuck.
"Come in, boy. You have the door code and the floor in the conversation."
Shaking, I went to 2D. My cock was already throbbing with lust and my asshole was twitching. The apartment door was ajar again, darkness inside and the sound of an action movie in the background. Probably the same movie we had tried to watch together after lunch. I was wearing a hoodie so he wouldn't recognize me, and I could only see shadows in the dark. I saw the footstool a few feet in front of the door. I closed the door, and heard Batman's voice commanding somewhere in the darkness:
"On all fours, and I don't want any fuss about getting fucked in the ass. You came here to get fucked in the ass, right? Is that what you want?"
"Yes, sir. I want it..."
My voice trembled with the same violence as my body. I felt a cold thrill of excitement in my chest and stomach. I took off my shorts, threw them on the floor, causing my cell phone to fall out of my pocket and land on the floor beside me. I got on all fours on the bench, offering my hole to that guy in the darkness. That guy who was my father. My father who had been drinking beer with me and watching a movie a few hours ago. The same father who had called me champ since I was a kid.
I felt his presence approaching me with his footsteps. He slapped me hard on one of my buttocks and I was startled.
"I'm going to destroy this hole, are you ready?"
"Yes, daddy." I replied, trying to disguise my voice.
He spat and rubbed his fingers on my ass, sticking a finger in my already wet hole.
"Tight pussy. You're going to have to take it."
And without further warning, he thrust his cock into me in one stroke. That thick, veiny cock I had sucked the night before. I let out a squeal of pleasure and pain mixed together.
"Take it. Keep it down."
And I held on, wanting it as much as he did. My father then began to thrust into my ass without any mercy. He grabbed me by the hips and began a hard and aggressive fuck that made me moan.
"This is what you gays like, isn't it? Getting fucked hard in the ass like the real whores you are. Getting fucked by married family men with children, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir, yes." I replied between my moans and the sound of his huge cock going in and out of my wet hole.
"That's right, you're probably old enough to be my son. I have a son about your age, you know? I could almost be your father." And he laughed sarcastically.
I didn't want to believe what I was hearing. My ass was getting totally stretched open by that thick penis going in and out.
"I'm going to cum really fast, fuck. I wish my wife would give me her ass like this. But she won't, so I have to resort to little gays like you when I travel."
He was talking about my mother's sex life. Surreal! But I was loving every second of it. Being my own father's cheap whore. The air smelled of his sweat mixed with the smell of beer on his breath.
"I'm going to fill you with cum, bitch. Take it!"
He started pounding even harder, if that was possible, and like a lion he roared and came inside me.
"Take my cum, bitch, you're going home filled with married man's cum."
I couldn't hold back and came all over the footstool, I hardly even needed to touch my penis to reach orgasm. He stopped and, panting, pulled out of me with a "plop" sound. I felt cum dripping out of my hole.
"Grab your things and get out," he ordered in his rough, authoritative voice. My father had never spoken to me like that before.
I was getting up from the bench when my phone started vibrating on the floor. We both looked at the iPhone screen at the same time, where a close-up photo of a blonde woman appeared with a name... "MOM."
My mother was calling me, and the light from the screen illuminated his face. His gaze was one of disbelief and doubt.
"David???" His voice was no longer the deep voice of Batman. It was his normal voice, my father's voice.
I got up, grabbed my shorts and cell phone, and ran out the door. I opened the stairwell door, quickly put on my shorts, and ran down the stairs.
I felt ashamed, afraid, and had my father's cum running down my legs.
PART 3
When I got to my apartment, my heart was beating out of my chest. I had run the whole way there. Not knowing what to do, I turned off my phone. I wasn't going to answer my mom, not after my dad found out that the gay guy he had fucked two nights in a row was his own son.
Fuck, how embarrassing. I should never have gone back there, not after finding out he was my own father. But was I really sorry?
I lay down without taking a shower. I could still smell his sweat and body perfume on me. I still had his cum inside me. I couldn't take it and masturbated again, sticking my fingers in my cum-filled hole.
I took a sleeping pill and waited for it to take effect in the dark.
It was 6 a.m. when I woke up, it was still dark outside. I turned on my phone fearfully. I had many messages from my father.
"Call me."
"We need to talk, David.”
"Don't tell your mother anything, I beg you, champ."
"Answer your father, please."
"I'm sorry."
Among many others.
I started writing a message. He was probably asleep. I didn't know what to say. The only thing that occurred to me was to apologize. After all, I knew it was my father fucking me, he just didn't know he was fucking his own son.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry if I'm a disappointment to you."
I sent it. In no time, I had a message back.
"I'm awake, come see me. I beg you, David. I'll call you an Uber."
In a few minutes, I had the ride share on my phone. I went downstairs and got in the car. It was a super short ride, but it felt like forever. I didn't know what to expect. An angry father, disappointed that I liked being fucked anonymously by older men?
He opened the front door as soon as he saw me arrive. He was waiting for me at the door. His white shirt was open and he was wearing boxers. His hair was messy and he had a beer in his hand. I entered the Airbnb without saying a word. There was light this time. The bench where he had fucked me was in the same place, still stained with my orgasm. I went to the living room, took off my sneakers, and sat on the couch with my knees up to my chin.
My father followed me. He stood in front of me, his gaze dark and searching.
"I had no idea it was you, David. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I never realized you liked men."
I laughed out loud.
"I can say the same, I never realized it either."
He gave a dry laugh.
"You can't exactly say I like men, but the sex life of a married man over 40 isn't exactly a party. A friend told me about Grindr a while ago and said he could get easy, free sex whenever he traveled. The idea stuck in my head and I tried it... and got hooked."
He scratched his stubble. I looked up at him. His thick, hairy legs. His body was still athletic, even though you could call it a dad bod. His chest hair was trimmed like a beard. The bulge in his boxers. I had never seen such a sexy man in my life. He was everything I looked for in men when I watched porn. However, he was my father, and I had never looked at him that way before.
As if I had a magnet in my hand, I ran my hand over his hard stomach and up to his chest. My father sighed. Without knowing what I was doing, I knelt in front of him, my hand reaching down to his tight black boxers. He was hard as a rock. He took my hand and lifted me up, clearly affected by the drink. I touched his pectorals, squeezed them hard, bit them. He moaned loudly.
"Do you want this knowing that I'm your father?" he asked me breathlessly.
"I already knew it was you when I came the second time..."
He laughed loudly and looked at me amused.
"You knew? And I thought you hadn't realized and that it was all a big misunderstanding."
"I came running when you called me the second time, when I realized it was you."
"You little bastard..."
I took off his shirt and smelled his armpits, the strong sweat flooding my nostrils. I licked, I devoured. He stroked my blond hair.
"I'm going to regret this so much," said my father.
"Are you sure? You like submissive young guys… like me.” I teased him.
"Shut up and suck, I think we understand each other better that way."
He pushed me onto the sofa and his cock sprang up in my face. It smelled of cum and piss. I licked his big, sagging balls. My father put one leg on the sofa and told me to open my mouth. My back and head were against the sofa, and he started fucking my mouth.
"What a mouth, fuck. What a pussy mouth!" he said as he took sips from the beer bottle in his hand.
I choked and coughed. My father took his cock out and hit me in the face with it. His hard cock punished me hard. I stuck out my tongue and took his cock on my tongue, making saliva fly everywhere.
"Turn that ass around, turn that ass around for daddy. NOW!"
My father was in attack mode, his voice hoarse with desire, with eagerness.
"Yes, father."
"That's right. Who's your daddy who's going to fuck that ass until you scream for more?"
"It's you, it's you." I replied, crazy with lust, turning my back to him.
He tore my black running shorts like a raging animal. I was still wearing the jockstraps from earlier. I still had his cum inside me. His cock slid into me with ease, like a hot knife cutting through butter. I moaned loudly.
"Moan for daddy, bitch. Moan."
He grabbed my face with both hands and stuck his fingers from both hands inside my mouth, pulling me back hard. I was completely at his mercy.
"Take daddy's cock, take it, fuck. You're all wet, you look like a girl with a wet pussy."
I couldn't even moan, I just drooled on his fingers and down my chin. My father was completely animalistic, fucking my ass, beating his own cum inside me, like someone beating egg whites. He took his hands out of my mouth and pushed my head down, making me arch my back. Out of nowhere and without warning, his big foot stepped on my face, pressing me against the sofa seat. My cheek was being completely crushed by my own father's big foot.
The only sound in the room was the noise of our moans and his cock going in and out of my open, cummy hole.
"I'm going to fill you with cum, son. Do you want it?"
"Yes, yes! Please, Dad." I begged, my words muffled by his foot.
He started grunting, roaring, and his cock began to throb inside me, releasing the sperm that created me... inside me.
He fell on top of me, panting. His chest hair pricked my back.
When he finally got up off me, I was still on all fours.
"Push the cum out, I want to see my cum dripping out of that open hole."
"Yes, Daddy."
I flexed my sphincter muscles and felt the warm liquid flow out of me.
"Beautiful, fuck. I have to take a picture of this, stay there."
My father went to get his cell phone and photographed my open hole filled with his own sperm.
"Go take a shower, you're a mess." And he laughed.
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