The following is a work of erotic fiction. As such, it depicts graphic sexual situations. Only venture forward if it is legal for you to do so in your region.
“Wha’s goin’ on, bro?” the caller asked.
“Nuttin’ much,” the other boy said. “Just layin’ here gettin’ my ass eaten out by my Dad.”
“Ryder!” the man working between the teen’s raised and spread thighs exclaimed. “This is supposed to be just between us. You swore!”
Ryder made a face at his father. “It’s just Weebles.” His buddy’s name was actually Aston Weebles, but the young man despised his first name. Besides, he was tired of being called “Ass”, so he just went by his surname. “He ain’t gonna say nuttin’ to nobody.”
“I don’t care who he is,” his father replied sharply, looking out at his son past his heavy ball bag and the fully erect cock laying across his flat belly. “It was the deal we made.”
“Jest shut the fuck up and get back to munching,” Ryder ordered with an angry frown.
Alex Johnson thought to reprimand the boy, but by now he had learned it was useless. The eighteen-year-old had become an unruly child. He constantly challenged discipline. And after the “incident” nearly three months ago Alex was in no position of authority. Ryder was the dominant force now. Until he could figure a way to get out from under the boy’s thumb, that was the way it had to be.
It was on the seedy side of town, Ryder’s natural hang-out, when the teen observed what looked like his father’s car pulling into the squalid motel. Curious, he doubled back and cautiously pulled into the lot just in time to see his father and another man enter the last room at the end of the one-story structure. The Last Stop was home mostly to the poor and homeless, who received vouchers from the government to cover their stay. It also ran hourly rates for those who hooked up and were looking for a place for a quick lay. But what in hell was his old man doing here? It was the six o’clock hour. He should be headed home where dinner awaited.
Ryder parked his banged-up 2005 Dodge out of sight, stuffed his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans and purposely strode down the canopied sidewalk to the room in question. Along the way he could smell the familiar scent of marijuana coming from more than one of the rented rooms. Fuckers couldn’t afford a place to stay but they sure came up with money for drugs. There was a loud argument going on in another. When he got to the last door Ryder attempted to look inconspicuous. There was no one outdoors to see him but he couldn’t be certain someone might step outside.
He sidled over to the tall double paned window. With his back against it he would be giving the impression that he just came out for fresh air. Or something. He looked over his shoulder, attempting to see inside. The windows of these rooms were absent of blinds. Shabby, ripped curtains provided minimal privacy. As luck would have it there was a small gap between where the nicotine-stained draperies met. Throwing caution aside, Ryder faced the windows, pressed close, cupped his hands to either side of his eyes and looked inside.
He was afforded a very narrow view of the foot of the bed where the other man was standing and casually removing his clothes. He was dressed like a businessman, with suit jacket, pressed slacks, crisp white shirt and a colorful tie. Judging by his gray hair, Ryder figured him to be somewhere in his fifties. He was careful about his clothing, folding each item neatly and placing them onto something out of Ryder’s line of vision. Stripped down he had the body of a man who’d spent more time behind a desk than doing manual labor, like Alex. He was a bit overweight, had flabby tits, white chest hair and a bit of a paunch. His dick, however, sprung up half hard. Ryder snorted with amusement.
Just then Alex came into view, totally nude. Working on a construction crew, he was in much better shape. Alex had a real good bod: nice arm muscles, strong hairy chest, defined abs and a proud Johnson cock. To Ryder’s astonishment Alex took the businessman’s cock in hand while toying with his tit meat. The Silverdad ran his hands up and down Alex’s solid biceps. They were saying something to each other, but Ryder couldn’t hear the conversation. After a short while Alex dropped to his knees before the man and shocked the life out of his son by taking the man’s cock into his mouth!
Ryder was stunned. His father was giving this man a fucking blow job in the room of this sleazebag motel. Did he know this guy? Or did he just meet him in the bar he sometimes frequented for a quick beer before coming home? Since when was his father queer? All these questions filtered through the teenager’s mind as he watched his dad give the man some expert head. He was obviously no novice at this. He was slurping down every bit of that hard dick, all the way to the silver haired base. And the old timer was obviously enjoying it. Instinctively Ryder reached for the smartphone in his back pocket, quickly accessed the camera and pressed it to the window hoping to get a clear picture. It was light enough inside and out that he wouldn’t have to worry about a flash. He kept clicking away, sure enough to get at least one damning shot.
All at once Alex was up and out of view. Ryder suspected he had gotten onto the bed. With a lusty smile on his face, Silverdad stroked his dick a few times and climbed onto the bed and out of sight. Shit, what were they doing now? Ryder looked around to see if he was being observed and then moved over to the door. He tried the knob. Locked. Pressing his ear to the panel he listened. He could hear men’s voices but couldn’t make out the words. There were grunts, there were groans. And then, quite clearly, Ryder heard his father shout in his deep baritone voice, “Yeah, fuck me with that big dick, buddy!”
Ryder’s jaw dropped. Holy shit, his father was getting fucked by this old guy! The whole idea was astonishing. His father was a tough, macho guy. Had a box of tittie magazines in the back of his closet. Ryder knew because he had snooped and sat there jerking off to all the tit and gash depicted on the glossy pages. Alex gave no indication of being a switch hitter. But sure enough, he obviously was.
Ryder debated on what his move should be. Jumping right in, feet first, was his usual manner. Balling his hand into a fist he banged on the door and, feigning a deep voice shouted out, “Open up. It’s the police!” Jeez, he sure hoped the junkies hadn’t heard him. There was silence in the room but no response. Once again, he banged on the door and repeated his command. This time he heard the lock turning and the door opened half an inch. Ryder threw his weight into it. The door crashed against the wall and he was in the room.
“Ryder!” Alex gasped. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Me? What the fuck are you doing here? Don’t answer. It’s obvious.” Alex was holding a pillow in front of his privates and the older man was in bed, his back against the headboard with the sheets pulled up to mid-chest.
“Who is this, Alex?” the old timer asked.
Alex glared at Ryder. “He’ s my son.”
“Ah yes, I can see that now. Just as handsome as his father. Perhaps he would care to join us.”
“I aint’ no fag!” Ryder bellowed, advancing on the man. Alex reached out to thwart him and the pillow fell to the floor, revealing his straining erection. Ryder couldn’t help but notice that their units were very similar, close to eight inches, nicely thick with chunky ‘shroom-shaped heads. Real men’s cocks.
Holding onto Ryder by one teen bicep Alex implored him, “You can’t tell anyone about this. Do you hear what I’m telliing you? You can’t.”
“Yeah? And how are you gonna stop me?” Ryder countered nastily.
“Whatever you want, Ryder,” Alex bargained. “Whatever you want, it’s yours. Just so long as you keep your trap shut about what you saw.”
“Anything I want?” Ryder inquired with raised brow.
Alex thought a moment. What other choice did he have. “Yes, Ryder, anything. So long as you keep this between us.”
Ryder’s demands were plentiful. Most involved money, which Alex provided. Within reason. He no longer hassled his son over his nocturnal hours, his poor grades or any of the other things he had heretofore chastised him over. He was stunned when the blackmail became sexual. At first he protested. But when Ryder showed him the damning photos he had taken that night at the motel Alex realized he had little choice. If he didn’t comply, there was every reason to believe the rotten boy would show them to his mother. Alex certainly did not want that. She was, after all, his unwitting “beard.”
Despite his macho exterior Alex had always had the yearning for close male bonding. Very close. He kept his desires buried for a long time, dating high school cuties and finally marrying Vivian Faulkner. The sex was fine, but it did little to curb his desire for something more. Finally, a few years back, he set his mind on pursuing that which he had denied himself. With his good looks and butch demeanor, he had little problem finding others with similar tastes. He kept his liaisons private. After nineteen years of marriage, he and Vivian had settled into a lackluster existence. She went her way, he went his. She rarely wanted sex anymore; at thirty-seven Alex was still a virile man.
Rather than have Ryder make the shocking revelation to Vivian, or anyone else, Alex reluctantly gave in to the boy’s sexual demands. It wasn’t just sex Ryder wanted. He wanted to dominate and humiliate his father. He forced Alex to do some of the most outlandish things. Alex quickly came to realize that his son was a sexual deviant. The crafty teen may have claimed not to be “a fag” but the ideas he came up with were not those of a hetero boy. His situation was hopeless. He had become his son’s sex slave.
“I’m not shittin’ you, Weebs. My old man’s got a long tongue and he gets it all the way up my shitter,” Ryder was revealing to his friend. “Just took me a dump about an hour ago. I didn’t clean up too good. That’s what I’ve got him for.”
Alex groaned as he resumed rimming his incorrigible son. His hands were tied behind his back with a strap of leather. Ryder seemed to enjoy tying him up, leaving him vulnerable and having his way with him. Alex was seated on his calves and stretching forward into his son’s honey pot where he diligently licked, ate and sucked the teen’s hole.
“You never had your asshole tongue fucked?” Ryder asked the other boy, astonishment in his voice. “Shit, Weebs, it feels fuckin’ great. You gotta come over sometime and I’ll make my Dad do ya.”
“You’re full of shit, dude,” the teen on the other end of the line scoffed. “I know your dad and there’s no fuckin’ way.”
“Oh, yeah? You think so? He’ll eat your ass, suck your dick and let you fuck him if I tell him to,” Ryder boasted.
“Ryder!” Alex admonished. The day’s growth of facial hair around his mouth was wet with ass juice. “That’s enough!”
“Holy shit!” Weebles gasped. “Your father really is there, dude!”
“Fuckin’ told ya so. What do you think, I’m makin’ this shit up? Listen, dude, I gotta go. My dick’s startin’ to leak and I gotta blow a load soon. I’ll talk at you later.” Before he disconnected he said, conspiratorially, “This shit’s between you and me, right? Don’t go spreadin’ it around.”
“Who? Me? No way!” Lowering his voice, “Hey, Ryd, you really think you can get your Dad to, um, you know, um, eat my asshole?”
“Absofuckinlutely!” Ryder declared. The thought of the fat, pimple-faced and greasy haired boy riding his father’s face was delicious, indeed. “Talk at you later, dude.” And he disconnected.
“What’d you stop for?” he asked with a cross look on his face. “Get back to it. Won’t be long before your bitch gets home.”
“Don’t talk about your mother like that,” Alex scolded.
Ryder took hold of his erect cock and slapped it up against Alex’s forehead. “My dick’s leakin’ jizz. Clean it up!”
A look of defeat crossed Alex’s ruggedly handsome face. On so many levels what he was about to do was wrong. But he really had no other choice. Ryder had threatened to expose his sexual proclivities not only to Vivian, but also his elderly parents, co-workers and younger son, Jaylen. Whether he would actually do it was questionable, but Alex wasn’t willing to take the gamble.
Resigned to the task at hand Alex moved up from his son’s wet ass and swiped his tongue over Ryder’s leaking cockhead. It seemed a futile exercise. Each time he cleaned up the clear pre-cum, more bubbled to the surface. “Work that dad tongue, you cock sucker!” Ryder commanded. “Eat my teen jizz! You know you love the taste of it!” Alex worked faster, attempting to keep pace with the cock’s leakage. He lapped over the rosy knob, his thick lips now glossy with Ryder’s pre-cum. The errant teen wasn’t wrong: he truly did enjoy the taste of fresh, youthful seminal fluid. But from the college students he occasionally dallied with, not his own son!
Ryder took hold of himself by the base of his teen cock and slapped it heavily against the sides of his father’s face. The dark days growth of bristle chafed his boy meat. Pre-cum splashed over Alex’s handsome face. “Eat my dick, cocksucker!” he demanded. Alex winced at his son’s coarse language. What happened to the sweet son he had raised? It was as if that boy had been possessed by a sexual deviant.
Alex took the head of his son’s dick into his mouth and sucked. Succulent nectar continued to leak from the boy’s piss hole. “Enough of the fuckin’ around,” Ryder told him. “Unless you want Mom and Jaylen to find us like this. You know you want it, so take it, bitch!” With an upward thrust of his slim hips Ryder shoved his cock deep into his father’s mouth. Alex choked from the rough intrusion but quickly rebounded. He began bobbing up and down on those first five inches of his son’s prick.
“Take it all, cocksucker!” the boy commanded, taking Alex by the back of his head and shoving him down on his cock, which punched through his throat. Alex gagged, but Ryder held him there with his face in his boy bush. With short, fast thrusts he fucked his father’s gullet. “Yeah, that’s it,” he gushed with a perverse smile on his face. “Fuckin’ daddy’s face! If only your construction buddies could see you now, you dirty cocksucker!”
Alex had rarely laid a hand on either of his sons, but right now he would like to have beaten the boy black and blue for talking to him in that manner. Instead, he just held his jaw open and allowed the boy to frantically pump his throat. Ryder looked like he was getting off on abusing his father in this manner. His eight inches of teen cock pounded balls deep into his father’s face. Holding him in place he ravaged his dad’s suck hole.
Alex couldn’t help but wonder how it had come to this. It seemed just a short time ago Ryder was a well-adjusted kid. There were many dad/son memories. They were almost inseparable during his growing years. Alex took him to college games. Football, baseball, basketball, hockey. He coached the boy’s Little League team for three seasons straight. The shift came when Ryder was around fourteen. Although disappointed, Alex realized that the boy was growing up and didn’t need his dad as much anymore. So Alex paid more attention to Jaylen, never suspecting how “dark” Ryder was becoming.
For years he had kept his own proclivities from wife, family and friends. It wasn’t something he was especially proud of. It was like a fire burning in his veins that he couldn’t extinguish, no matter how hard he tried. He was a guy’s guy. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but he had taken it a whole different level. He was younger than Ryder’ s current age when he discovered the raunchy pleasures of sex with men. Back then it was pervs in rest rooms. By today’s standards, they were probably pedos. But he was a good looking, well-built teen and a magnet for that type. And, he just couldn’t help it, he liked cock. Liked pussy too, but cock was better. It was sleazy and exciting, the way he thought sex should be. One never knew who was going to be walking into that restroom needing to drain their balls. In more ways than one. And Alex was always willing to do just about anything.
Ryder pumped Alex’s face with a lusty frenzy, desperately wanting to gag his dad and make him choke. But Alex was too experienced for that. He was a macho man who could take anything he was dealt. Years of experience had trained him. Still, Ryder slammed up into him good and hard, hoping to humiliate his dad and fuck his throat raw. It was a thrill watching his cock ram into his otherwise butch and handsome father’s face.
“Fuckin’ your mouth, you faggot cocksucker,” he spewed his teen venom. “My daddy, a homo piece of shit. Suckin’ old men’s cocks at the no-tell motel. If Mom only knew what you do when you’re not home. And she will if you ever give me any trouble. You got that, dad-fuck?”
Alex really wasn’t in a position to respond. But he had no doubt that Ryder would follow through with his threat if he opposed him. What Ryder didn’t know was that the man he had caught him with at that sleazy motel was a potential client for the construction firm. Although they had been interrupted that day, they met again later and finalized the contract. While the businessman might have been every bit of Alex’s father’s age, he fucked like a true stud.
Ryder speared up into his father’s face again and again. Once an incisor scraped his tender meat. Ryder angrily grabbed a fist full of Alex’s hair, yanked his head up and slapped him across the face for his carelessness. “Watch the teeth, faggot!” he ordered before resuming raping his father’s mouth. It was degrading and humiliating being treated like this by his own son. But it was also difficult to believe this was the same boy he’d taken on camping and fishing trips.
Abruptly Ryder ceased humping Alex’s throat, slid back from under and crawled over behind him. Alex’s triceps were flexed and bulging with his arms tied up behind his strong back. Kneeling there with his thighs resting on his bulging calves his hard, muscular ass was vulnerable. Ryder gave one cheek a hard slap and repeated the action on the other, an amused look on his excited face. Alex winced.
“Gonna fuck this dad-pussy,” Ryder announced. Licking his fingers to get them good and wet he brought them to Alex’s hole, which hungrily ate them up. “Yeah, Dad wants his boy to fuck him,” Ryder snickered. “I’m gonna tear this asshole up. All them guys at work are gonna wonder why you’re walking funny.” With that he unceremoniously thrust his teen dick into his father’s hot hole. Piggy-backing him, Ryder dug his fingers into Alex’s thick, short hair and yanked his head back while he rode his ass. “Fuckin’ your queer ass,” Ryder snarled. “Your son is fucking your faggot pussy!”
Ryder didn’t waste time with preliminaries. With his eight inches, a near twin of Alex’s, all the way up his father’s hole, he was frantically slamming him. Alex grunted with each full punishing thrust. Actually, Alex preferred a rough, manly fuck. But he wasn’t about to admit that to Ryder. The teen could ride him as hard as he wanted. Alex was tough; he could take it. He’d been ridden by stronger and tougher.
“You got a nice cunt,” Ryder continued to verbally degrade him. “How’s it feel to have your faggot pussy used by your son? Huh, Dad? I can’t hear you!!” He pulled on Alex’s hair even harder.
Alex clenched his jaws, his head pulled all the way back so he was staring at the ceiling. “Feels good,” he told the boy what he knew he wanted to hear. In actuality, it did feel good having his hole taken so aggressively.
“Are you a slut for your son’s dick?” Ryder further challenged him.
Alex swallowed hard. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I love my son’s cock fucking my faggot pussy!”
“Fuckin-A right, you do,” Ryder declared, practically giggling as he forcefully fucked his father’s hole. He went deep each time, really stuffing the macho man’s ass. Dad’s pussy really was the tightest, softest, warmest and juiciest he’d ever stuck his dick into. It aroused him thoroughly knowing that this otherwise manly construction worker was a faggot for his cock. He fucked the he-man long and hard, making him grunt and groan with each savage thrust.
Alex’s dick was hard and straining below him. Each time the kid battered his prostate he thought certain he would cum. Almost in spite of himself the more Ryder fucked him, the more he liked it. He was bearing down on the charging dick with his ass muscles, making his male pussy nice and tight for the boy’s---and his own---pleasure. Ryder charged through unfettered. He was a boy gone wild and there was nothing stopping him from drilling his father’s hole.
The teen was breathing heavily with his fuck exertions. He could feel the blood pounding in his veins. His young body had become tense and twitchy. Throwing back his head he emitted a sound of agony as his entire body convulsed. Alex felt the dick swell inside him as Ryder reached the precipice of ejaculation. Shot after shot of creamy son cum blasted into Alex’s daddy cunt. The cock throbbing on his joy button had the desired effect on Alex, who joined his son in a mutual release. Creamy pulses of jizz fired from his cock to coat the bed beneath him.
Ryder rolled off his father onto his back and lay beside him trying to catch his breath. All the fight had been fucked out of the boy. Their eyes met and Alex could have sworn he detected the look of infatuation in Ryder’s brown orbs. But the boy quickly rebounded. Hopping up he untied the restraints, freeing Alex’s arms and told him, “After Mom falls asleep tonight you are coming to my room. You’re gonna get into bed with me and I’m gonna fuck you again, this time with Mom and Jay in the house.
“And if you don’t come, I will come to you and fuck you in the bed right next to her. Don’t think that I won’t.”
Alex had little doubt of his errant son’s threat. His role as father had drastically changed: he was now nothing but a hole for the boy’s use. Anytime he wanted it. And, Alex realized, he was guiltily anticipating their late night rendezvous.
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