This is a work of fiction meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.
The I Fuck My Macho Dad adult pay internet site grew by leaps and bounds with the addition of the latest chapter, Macho Dad Takes 40 Loads. It was only an estimate. Probably more. The only things Ryder Johnson was counting were the paying members, which had more than quadrupled, and the money pouring in. Before this venture the eighteen-year-old had been ignorant to the mechanics, but under the tutelage of nerd buddy Aston “Weebs” Weebles he had learned a great deal. The high school Senior was now a seedy webmaster, sensationalizing his father’s private lifestyle.
40 Loads was their longest installment to date. The preceding episodes had come in at half an hour to forty-five minutes. 40 Loads ran an extraordinary two hours! There was more than enough footage to create a sequel. Handsome construction worker Alex Johnson had been shackled to the bed in the seedy Last Resort motel for over four hours taking cock in every orifice from invited site members and others. At one point the motel room was so full the mostly naked men were shoulder to shoulder waiting their turn at the latest web sensation. Weebs and fellow Ace, gymnast Damien Fellowes, did an excellent job photographing, editing and smearing the facial identity of those who wished not to be recognized, which weren’t many. It was a remarkably professional job! The Macho Dad was, of course, on display in all his hunky, sluttish glory.
Alex was well aware of all three cameras manned by the teens capturing the action. Bound to the bed posts, there wasn’t much he could do about it. If he protested Ryder threatened to gag him. He had little doubt that his eldest son would carry through with the warning. Besides, most times his mouth was too busy to object. The evidence of his once-secret sexuality kept amassing. His tenuous future was in the hands of his nefarious offspring. If only he hadn’t gone to that motel the first time for a clandestine encounter! If only he had parked his car in a less conspicuous place! Ryder might never have known he was there, might not have stopped to investigate. And when he did, he got quite an education. Since that fateful day Alex had been a prisoner of his son’s demands or face exposure.
Certainly, Alex had no idea he was already the latest gay web sensation. But he had suspicions. There was something about the seeming familiarity most of those men had with him, although he’d never met any of them before. At least, he hoped he hadn’t. Many of them referred to him as the Macho Dad. Where had that come from? And most seemed to know Ryder as his son. Of course they would have to have known Ryder; apparently he was the one to set the all-male orgy up. But how? These burning questions were on his mind all day at the construction site. Something just didn’t gel. There was more to this than he was aware of. He thought of ways to approach the subject with Ryder, but was fairly certain of the reception he would receive. Perhaps if he were able to get Damien or Weebs alone, without Ryder present, he could learn something from them. Young Damien seemed the most likely to spill.
Much as he despised being under the thumb of his own son, if he were being honest with himself Alex would have to admit it, this last situation Ryder placed him in came close to his biggest sexual fantasy. He’d often considered being taken by a host of macho men like himself. Like, for instance, the construction crew he was a member of. They were all big, burly, muscular and virile men like himself. Many were the times he’d boned up on the job, especially on those hot summer days when the shirts came off. Even the crew foreman was highly desirable.. A night of debauchery with the lot of them would be mind blowing!
Savvy enough to realize he was sitting on a powder keg and lighting a match each time he succumbed to Ryder’s demands, Alex saw no easy way out. Every time he caved he entrenched himself deeper in mire. Especially with his ribald actions being recorded. He certainly had no burning desire to be “outed.” It’s not like he was looking for a lasting lover. It was just forbidden sex. Hot and steamy forbidden sex between rough-and-tumble guys. Love and romance didn’t enter the equation.
If he stood his ground and refused Ryder he risked exposure. It was entirely possible this son he hardly recognized anymore was issuing hollow threats. Was Ryder merely reacting in a perverse manner to discovering his father’s indiscretion? Or would be actually blow the whole thing into the open? Alex wasn’t entirely certain. How Vivian would react to his unmasking was uncertain. It wasn’t as if they had much of a marriage anymore anyway. He couldn’t remember the last time they had sex. She was rarely at home anymore. Always off on a business trip. In the worst case scenario she would kick him to the curb. Her father would be joyous; he never liked Alex anyway. Always thought his daughter deserved better. Like a doctor or lawyer, not a blue-collar construction worker. And her two Neanderthal brothers, manual laborers themselves, would probably attempt to beat shit out of him. Not that Alex couldn’t handle himself, but did he really want things to go that far? Did he really want to give up his house for a tiny studio apartment?
As Alex lay in bed, wife Vivian sleeping soundly far on her side, he pondered his plight.
Down the hallway, in his own room but hardly sleeping, Ryder was on his back slowly stroking his teen meat as he contemplated. Not that there was anything poor about the first few, but that last video had been sensational. All totaled, the web site had so far amassed a whopping amount somewhere in the six figures. Pretty darned good for a below-average high school student. In a few short months he had become a successful porn entrepreneur. Of course, he now paid Weebs and Damien for their expertise but it was a mere pittance compared to total earnings. He hadn’t yet figured how he was going to get this by the nosy IRS or anyone else who questioned his ballooning bank account. But he’d work it out.
It was obvious to the youth that as much as Alex initially protested, once things got going he was totally into it. While Ryder had started this thing with the intention of humiliating his cheating, cock-hungry father he no longer cared about vengeance. Dad-fuck was a cash cow. All Ryder need do was continue to set him up in sexual situations and, with the assistance of his trusty henchmen, film the result. From the comments left by many followers of the I Fuck My Macho Dad site there was a multitude of volunteers. Just look how many had shown up for the motel room shoot. He couldn’t begin to imagine the turnout if he hadn’t narrowed it down to twenty-five. As it was, there turned out to be nearly twice as many. Apparently. a follower told a friend who told a friend. Ryder was also fairly certain some of the welfare motel’s derelict residents had joined in the debauchery. Oh, what a night!
Since that video had been a major hit Ryder was now considering a return to the scene of the crime. Instead of Macho Dad fans he would offer fifty bucks, maybe as high as a hundred (what the hell, he could afford it), to the male welfare rats, winos and druggies housed there to fuck his dad on camera. This time he’d mix things up by shackling Alex down on all fours, his muscle ass reared up and out towards the doorway. The reaction shot of dad-fuck glancing over his shoulder and getting a look at the undesirables fucking him would be priceless.
Ryder’s hard eight inch meat, a teen twin of his father’s, was straining with the erotic thoughts running through the unscrupulous adolescent’s mind. Sighing heavily, he ground around in his bed, desperately needing to get off. Tossing the top sheet away he threw his legs over one side of the mattress and got to his feet. There was one place he knew he could get the relief he so desperately required.
Naked as the day he was born, although a whole lot more mature, Ryder padded on bare feet to the door, carefully opened it and stepped out into the hallway, dully lit by a night light. Mom’s idea. Avoiding those creaky floorboards he well knew by now he stopped at his sixteen-year-old brother’s door and put his ear to it. Jaylen slept like the dead but he had to be sure. With hand on knob he carefully turned it and opened the door a crack. There was a slight hush from the hinges but not enough to wake anyone. Ryder peered inside and saw through the moonlight his younger brother’s form belly down on the bed, one side of his face on the pillow, elbows fanned out with hands tucked under that headrest and the top sheet down to his waist. Satisfied Jay was soundly sleeping he closed the door and proceeded down the hallway.
Ryder made his way down the long corridor to the door at the end. He could already hear his mother snoring. For a petite woman she snored like a bear. He often wondered how Dad could get any shut-eye in the same room. With his excited cock leading the way he reached the door to his parent’s bedroom, tried the knob and silently swung the door inward. He had to chuckle at the way Alex was all the way to the left while Vivian was all the way to the right. It was as if they were two strangers forced to bed down together. What in hell was up with that?
Not so gingerly Ryder approached his father’s side of the bed. He grinned malevolently as he looked down at his handsome father, so peaceful in sleep yet such a voracious cocksucker when awake. Taking hold of his hard teen dick he slapped it heavily against Alex’s face, grizzled with its day’s growth of beard. Having no response he repeated the action, harder this time. Droplets of pre-cum dotted that side of Alex’s cheek. This time the man begin to rise from dreamland. His eyelids fluttered, then shot wide with horror when he saw the hard dick in his face. Coming up on one elbow he glanced over the other shoulder at his sleeping wife.
Looking up into his son’s shadowed features he mouthed, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Suck my dick,” Ryder mimed.
Alarmed, Alex hooked a thumb over his broad shoulder. “Your mother is here,” he reminded soundlessly.
Ryder smiled widely and nodded. “Suck my dick. NOW!” The last unspoken word came with knitted brows on angry breath.
Uncertainly Alex looked over his shoulder once again at his wife. Satisfied she was heavily sleeping he slipped from beneath the bed coverings, slung his legs over the side of the mattress and sat, looking up at his son. “Your room,” he suggested.
Ryder shook his head and grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief in the moonlight. “No. Here,” he formed the words.
Alex glared at him, already defeated. The little bastard truly expected him to give him head right there and risk Vivian waking. The way she was snoring it didn’t seem likely. But one never knew. It was a test of wills and Ryder already knew he would win.
Alex took his son by the nuts, not too gently, bringing the rigid dick level with his mouth. Dispensing with the preliminaries he hastily swallowed the entire length. With his face buried in Ryder’s boy bush he slurped on his son’s meat. His blue-bearded cheeks caved in from the intense pressure he applied, anxious to get Ryder off quickly. Taking his father by the back of the head with both hands Ryder began savagely pumping in and out of Alex’s mouth. Alex ran his calloused working man’s hands up the young punk’s chest and pinched his erect nipples between thumb and index fingers, hopeful that would speed up the process. The grin spread across the boy’s face was almost maniacal as he violated his father’s open throat. Wet, suctioning sounds were fairly loud and Alex prayed they would not rouse his wife.
Ryder forcefully pounded Alex’s tonsils, his big, loaded balls slapping against his father’s chin. Alex aggressively slurped on the pistoning cock, anxious to get the boy off. Ryder could return to his own room and avoid a disastrous potential revelation. Ryder cackled with delight as he fucked into the wet, warm cavern of his father’s mouth. He thrust his knob into Alex’s throat again and again, knowing full well that the hungry cock sucker could take it. Much as he protested Ryder was certain Alex loved worshipping his eight randy inches. Dad-Fuck was a wanton cocksucker, as past evidence proved, and would feast on any cock. Even his own son’s.
“Here it comes,” he soon announced, a trifle louder than a whisper. “Take my load, Dad-Fuck.” He buried himself deep, spasmed, and began shooting hot teen cum straight down Alex’s gullet. Quickly pulling back he shot jets of tasty cream into his father’s mouth and onto his tongue. Alex frantically gulped down the heavy load, mindful of letting any soil the bedding. His own dick was standing up in his lap and throbbing, desperate for some attention.
Once finished unloading Ryder yanked his dick from between his father’s lips, took hold of it and rubbed it all over Alex’s face, painting it with residual semen. Then he shocked Alex by slapping his father across the face with a stinging blow and snarled, “Get back to sleep, you filthy cock sucker.”
Next morning Alex arrived early at the job site, sharing salutations with the co-workers he encountered. Seth Hawkins, his numero uno work buddy, blocked his path, and extended a large, work-calloused mitt in greeting. Placing the other on Alex’s rounded shoulder he squeezed and said, “Foreman wants to see you in his trailer.”
Alex frowned, “What’s up?”
“Dunno, buddy,” Hawkins seriously replied, then grinned, “Maybe he’s giving you a raise.”
“Dominick Esposito? Fat chance,” Alex spat.
“One way to find out,” Seth advised with cocked brow. “Trailer’s that way.”
“Yeah, I’ll go see what’s up.” Seth squeezed his shoulder one final time, then Alex headed across the bulldozed lot to the temporary trailer. Knocking first, as was customary, he tried the handle, opened the door and stepped up inside. Esposito was hunched over the worktable, reviewing blueprints for the job at hand. He was a big, bulky and broadly framed man five years older than Alex with thick, wavy dark hair and a walrus mustache.
“Mornin’ Dom,” Alex greeted. “You wanted to see me?”
Dominick looked up from the plans, his deep brown eyes appraising the construction worker from head to toe. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“What’s goin’ on?”
“That’s what I’m lookin’ to find out,” Dominick responded in his gravelly voice.
Alex frowned, not certain what his boss was referring to. “I-I’m not sure where this is going. Is something wrong?”
“You tell me,” Dominick mysteriously replied. Striding in his heavy work boots over to a makeshift desk, he tapped a few keys on the laptop and shifted the monitor so they could both see the screen. The color instantly drained from Alex’s face when he recognized the video playing there. It was him, in all his nude glory, tied up to the bedpost being ass and face fucked while a horde of other men stood around the bed stroking their cocks, obviously awaiting their turn.
“Wh-what is this?” he managed.
Dominick snickered. “Looks to me like a fuckin’ all-male orgy, with you smack dab in the middle of it all. An’ don’t try and tell me it’s that AI shit.”
So Ryder had double-crossed him after all. He knew he should never have trusted the boy once he saw all those cameras. “Dom, I-I can explain---”
Dominick sniffed, a smile forming under his bushy ‘stache. “Only thing you need to explain to me is why I wasn’t invited to the party.” Alex’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened as Dominick unzipped his fly and hauled out a hefty piece of man-meat. “Now drop them jeans and get down on all fours, you sexy queer bastard.”
The temperature in the trailer seemed to have jacked up in a matter of seconds. Alex felt uncomfortably warm. Tugging at the collar of his t-shirt he stared at Dom’s dark-hued dick, which was already unfurling. Unconsciously he ran his tongue along his top lip.
“What in hell you waitin’ for?” Dominick barked. “We ain’t got all day. We got a job to do.”
Try as he might, Alex couldn’t resist the temptation. Advancing toward the Foreman he slapped his hands against the bigger man’s meaty pecs covered by a crew neck t atop the standard work safety vest he wore and fondled. Dom responded by running his mitt-sized paws over Alex’s impressive biceps. “Sure are a macho dad,” Dom breathed huskily.
Misinterpreting the connection Alex responded with, “Takes one to know one. How are your boys anyhow?”
“Gonna be college graduates next year. Good lookin’ boys. Big and strong. Maybe I’ll introduce ‘em to ya.”
Thumbing the hard nipples poking at the man’s t-shirt, Alex replied, “If they’re anything like their dad I think I’d like that.”
“Sure you would, you sexy cocksucker.” Dominick took Alex by the back of his head, knocking off his hard hat, and mashed their mouths together. He was all lips and tongue, a sloppy and wolfish kisser. His thick, drooping ‘stache against Alex’s upper lip and sides of his mouth aroused the macho dad even further. Safety vests and T-shirts were tugged off hunky bodies and tossed to the side. Dominick took Alex in a bear hug, mashing their proud, hairy chests together---Dom’s being more hirsute than Alex’s. Hard man buds rubbed against each other’s, eliciting deep moans from both. Their fevered smooching had created mouthfuls of saliva which they wantonly swallowed. Even through his jeans Alex felt Dom’s heavy cock pulsating against his crotch. Alex hastily released his own meat to mash against the Foreman’s. Dom growled and drove his tongue even deeper into Alex’s mouth.
Muscles rippled in each other’s grasp as they explored one another’s hunky body. Alex knew for certain he’d met his match in Dom. He ran his hands across the other man’s proud, hairy chest, over his rounded shoulders and down his beefy lats. At the same time, Dom’s mitts traversed Alex’s masculine frame with equal appreciation. When their lip-lock eventually broke Dom once again snarled, “Sexy motherfucker” as he gazed with avid interest into Alex’s sex-heavy eyes. Alex countered by lifting one of Dom’s heavy arms and diving into the abundantly hairy pit. The underarm tasted musky and decidedly male against his lips. With long swipes of his tongue he licked every matted inch of the shaggy hollow. As he devoured the axilla one hand reached out to grope Dom’s beefy, hirsute pecs.
“Fuck, yeah, man,” Dominick huskily moaned. “Work my fuckin’ tits!” Alex did him one better. Abandoning the spit-soaked pit he locked his puckered lips around a dark bud poking out of the stud’s mat of chest hair. It was a meaty delicacy, the width of perhaps two pencil erasers. Alex flicked his tongue over it, feeling the nub harden even more. Taking it between his teeth he nipped and chewed on it, prompted on by the guttural sounds coming from Dom’s parted lips. Abandoning one, he went to the other erect bud and slovenly sucked on it as if milking the teat. If Dom hadn’t been worked into a state before, he certainly was now.
Dropping to a hot squat in front of the stud, Alex wrapped one hand around the straining cock while hefting Dom’s heavy ball bag in the other. Looking up at the highly aroused Foreman he complimented, “Nice cock, Dom.” At over nine inches, it was all that and more. Big around as a ripe zucchini and covered with a multitude of winding thick, blue veins, it was capped by a mean, fruit-sized snout, the deep slit already oozing liquid.
“Eat it, macho dad,” Dominick crudely commanded. Alex immediately covered the pouting glans with his mouth and sucked, the tip of his tongue rapidly flicking over the bundle of sensitive nerves at the underside of the thick flange. Dom gutturally moaned once again, his head cocked back on his wide shoulders while his eyes rolled up under fluttering lashes. Alex’s hand corkscrewed around the solid shaft from his lips down to the beefy, hairy base while he man-handled the stud’s squirming scrotum. Dom, who had never taken Alex for a hungry cocksucker prior to chancing upon that video, could hardly believe this man was actually sucking his horn.
Alex was now taking more of the Italian’s tasty meat, his spread lips eating their way down the chunky belly of the shaft. “That’s right, fucker,” Dominick breathed heavily. “Take it all. I seen you can handle it, you fuckin’ deep throat man whore.” The big guy’s vulgar words further excited Alex, who took the steadily leaking head to the back of his mouth and beyond. When it broke through and into his windpipe Alex whimpered and repositioned himself so as to accommodate. Impatient, Dominick heaved and sent his cock soaring through Alex’s tight throat. The sight of his hairy man bush flush with Alex’s handsome face was nearly enough to make him cum. But Dom managed to hold back. He was far from finished with his crew member.
With one hand clinging to the edge of the worktable behind him, Dom placed his other on the back of Alex’s sweaty head and proceeded to fuck his face. His big cock pumped to the balls inside the widely open maw. Far from being passive, Alex’s tongue skittered across the fat under belly and sucked on the head for those few seconds it was in his cavity before roaring back down his accommodating throat. While Dom’s fat hog pumped him Alex’s hands busily worked to release his own straining cock from the confines of his work jeans. Holding his face pussy wide open for the boss’s pleasure Alex beat his meat with one hand while he resumed man-handling Dom’s nuts with the other. Those orbs were full with boiling cum. Alex was consumed by the desire to have the he-man’s rich semen filling his mouth and titillating his taste buds. He felt certain Dom was a big shooter and would reward him with a belly full of man seed.
Dominick was in a state of bliss. While his sister-in-law gave great head, even she couldn’t accomplish the seemingly impossible feat of taking all of him like his crew man was. Alex’s gullet was a highway for him to traverse. Tight as all hell, sure, but it was like gliding through something wet, warm and velveteen. His happy cock was throbbing, its gnarled veins pulsing to the surface and looking about to burst. It was so fucking hard! He couldn’t remember it ever being this damned rigid! Still, he mercilessly speared it down Alex’s esophagus. Drool was seeping from the other man’s mouth and dripping from his chin. His nostrils flared widely, oozing snot, as he fought for life-sustaining oxygen. His sexy eyes were glazed and tearing as he looked up to gauge Dom’s satisfaction. What he saw made Alex even more ravenous. What a man his foreman truly was!
To Alex’s momentary disappointment, Dominick unexpectedly ripped his cock from his maw. Slapping the strong, dripping meat against both sides of Alex’s face, he snarled, “Get them jeans off. I want that hot pussy of yours.”
Alex hurriedly came out of his squat, hastily kicked off his work boots and stepped out of his jeans and briefs. Dominick ran a big, admiring hand over his chest and said, “Big, handsome motherfucker. Wished I’da known long ago.”
“Not so bad yourself, Dom,” Alex complimented with a slight, sexy grin as he ran his hand up and down one of Dominck’s strong arms. Moving it closer until their cocks touched like crossed swords, they once more fell into each other’s arms and kissed even more ravenously this time.
“Gonna throw you a fuck that’s gonna make up for all that lost time,” Dominick threatened. Spinning Alex around so he was facing the work bench, he admired the stud’s wide, tapered back. He traced defined traps and lats, the long hollow of the spine and settled on Alex’s firm, rounded buttocks. “Nice fuckin’ ass, buddy.”
“You want it? Take it!” Alex snapped, leaning over to grasp the edges of the table before him and thrusting his butt out at the other man while he anchored his strong legs apart. “Fuck that manhole!”
Dominick wasn’t about to deny him. Since viewing the Macho Dad video anonymously sent to his work email early last evening he’d been anticipating this. Of course, he had instantly recognized Alex as the Macho Dad slut. Surprisingly, at least to him, he’d boned up immediately. When the wife retired for the evening, he went to his sons currently unoccupied room, tossed himself on his back across the bed and cast that video to the television screen. For more than two hours he had edged himself watching Alex take all comers in that seedy motel room. It was a first for him. He never thought he’d get off to man-on-man porn, but this was so wild! Especially since the star of the fuckin’ thing was one of his workers! Never once in all the years he’d known him had he suspected such a thing of Alex Johnson. When the video was over he laid there beating his meat to release, knowing that he had to have the macho stud.
And now Alex was there before him, his muscle ass invitingly flexing before his enraptured eyes. Alex looked over one shoulder, a frown clouding his handsome face, and commanded, “What the fuck you waitin’ for, Dom? Gimme that hot dick!”
Dominick needed no encouragement. Wrapping a hand around the base of his big cock he guided it to Alex’s undulating muscle pussy. The wet, slippery head sniffed out the area. As if deciding it liked what it detected the great crown slipped through Alex’s tight ring. Alex grunted with pleasure when Dom breached his hole. With slow but steady movements Dominick pumped him, working the remainder of his cock into the stud with each forward thrust. Alex’s eyes fluttered upward and he worked his lips with his tongue as he felt the big, strong cock stretching his insides to the max. He desired every bit of the he-man to be inside him. As the dick sunk deeper and deeper all he could think about was the rapture they both would feel when the big man started fucking.
Both huskily sighed when the crown popped through the inner sphincter and slid even further into Alex’s seemingly bottomless chasm. Soon the bigger man’s pubic area was pressed against Alex’s spread ass. Alex could feel the fabulous dick pulsing inside him. Taking Alex by the hips Dom ground his cock around inside the honey pot and gutturally gushed, “Feels better than my old lady’s pussy.”
“That’s a man pussy you’ve got your dick in,” Alex gruffly reminded him. “Treat it like one. It’s alright to get tough with it. I’m a man; I can take anything you’ve got to give.”
Alex’s words fueled Dom’s alpha hunger. Pulling back until the rim of his cockhead was being suckled by the ass ring Dom threw his weight into it and slammed home. Alex grunted, “Fuck, yeah! Ride me!” Dom did just that, picking up the pace until he was pounding the other man hard. His loaded ball bag heaved to and fro, slapping against Alex’s t’aint and dangling nuts. Alex reared back against him, meeting his powerful thrusts head on. He flexed his inner ass muscles, making a tight sleeve for the stud to fuck. Looking once again over his shoulder, he was stimulated by the sight he saw. Dom’s look was one of sheer determination, a man with a mission. His charcoaled jaw was clenched tight, his nostrils flared with heavy breathing and his eyes were ablaze with lust. Beads of perspiration were already popping up on his forehead. From the look of him Alex knew this man wouldn’t give in until he’d busted a nut. And that was fine by him; Alex loved being ridden hard and left oozing cum from his bruised hole.
Just then came a knock on the door. Without losing a fuck beat Dom ordered, “Get in here!” Just over the fucker’s shoulder Alex caught a glimpse of his work buddy, Seth Hawkins. A few years younger than Alex, and not quite as beefed up as these two, he was also quite good looking. With his endearing grin, tousled dark-blond hair under his hard hat and cobalt eyes he elicited the look of many a lady---and some of the men---he met along his travels. Today, with his customary day or two’s growth of stubble on his lower face and wearing an old plaid shirt under his customary vest with its sleeves removed and showing strong arms, Seth looked entirely appealing.
“Hot damn!” he exclaimed, amusement evident in his sparkling eyes. “So it’s really true. Would have never thought. How’s the pussy, Dom?”
“Grade A prime beef,” Dominick declared as he continued to drive his cock through Alex’s asshole. “He’s got another hole. Go plug it.”
Seth undid the front of his soiled work jeans as he strutted over to join the lusty duo. Moving in front of Alex he flashed his dick in the other man’s face. “Been holdin’ out on me, buddy,” he announced good-naturedly. “Gotta make up for all that lost time.” There was no need for a response; Alex just gobbled up Seth’s prick. “Ah, shit!” Seth exclaimed, tilting his chin upward and rolling his orbs under fluttering eyelids. One big, working man’s hand shot out to take Alex by the back of the head while the other worked to undo the snaps on his shirt. “Ain’t had a blow job in, fuck, years.” Seth’s wife, the former Trudy Clemmens, was a prude when it came to sex, a fact Seth hadn’t realized until after the “I Do’s” were spoken.
Seth’s cock filled out rapidly under Alex’s ministrations. Alex moaned appreciatively around the now fully erect member. Seth was another with a beauty of a dick. It was a smooth, pulsating shaft of man meat measuring about eight inches in length and thick enough around to be a pleaser. The head was slightly fatter than the cock and perfectly cut. A nice set of adult-sized balls hung below, covered with the same shade of hair atop his head and over his now-exposed pecs.
Alex wantonly licked and lapped all over Seth’s meat, making it glisten from head to root. The cock twitched in response to his attention. His arms were to either side of the man, hands gripping the edge of the table behind Seth for support. From the way Dom was hammering his hole he needed to take hold of something or be fucked clear across the trailer. The crude fucking challenged him to become more aggressive with Seth’s dick. When he swallowed it all the way down to the groin Seth’s lower lip trembled and he emitted a long, low, masculine sigh. He’d been wanting this for years while all along there’d been a willing cocksucker right here in his midst. Cripes, him and Trudy had gone out with Alex and his wife. They’d even had backyard barbeques at each other’s house. And Seth still had no idea Alex swung both ways. If only he had known. Oh, if only….
Dominck fucked with a fury, staking claim to Alex’s. He was a real Italian stallion, showing admirable stamina. He sure didn’t fuck his old lady like this. Nor any of the others he sometimes dallied with. Although it hardly seemed like it, this was his first time with another guy. Unless, of course, one counted those anonymous mouths from the other side of the wall in the peep show booths at the adult shop outside of his town. While he pretty much knew those weren’t females giving him head and scarfing down his load, he didn’t much care. A mouth was a fucking mouth. It became obvious when one of the more daring pressed ass against the glory hole, inviting a fuck. And Dominick always delivered, his monster dick making the squeamish yelp.
He no longer needed to frequent those places. Not since he now knew he had an in-house cock hound. Macho, studly Alex Johnson! Who would have ever suspected? But it was all there in that sleazy video where Alex got fucked by all types, some of them two at a time! There was enough cock on Dominick’s crew to try that out sometime. He wondered how it would feel to be cock to cock in that tight hole with Seth, Joe or any of the other guys. The thought alone was making his ball bag tighten up between his legs. He knew he was getting close to release but, like a charging bull, was unable to maintain control.
Alex rapaciously devoured Seth’s mouth-watering cock while his asshole was being magnificently violated by the boss-man. For years he’d thought about making it with his hunky co-workers but decided it best to keep his deepest desires out of the workplace. Now he wondered what in fuck he’d been waiting for. These guys were prime grade beef! Once again, he reluctantly had Ryder to thank for this. If the hellacious teen hadn’t filmed him in action Dom still would be in the dark about his sexual proclivities and all this wouldn’t be happening. Alex half expected his deviant older son to come out of hiding in this trailer with his trusty videocam trained on the action. But, thankfully, Ryder was nowhere in the vicinity and totally unaware.
Alex’s swollen ass lips lustfully pulsed around Dominick’s fat dick as it repeatedly drove deep inside him, tickling his prostate and pleasuring his shit chute. The super-hot Foreman’s robust grunts and groans were music to his ears, prompting him to be even more aggressive with his oral manipulation of Seth’s succulent prong. His gullet was a wide open highway, taking Seth’s dick to the hilt each time the younger man dove in. Alex moaned appreciation each time Seth pulled back and he tasted the sex fluid leaking from the flawless cock head for those brief seconds before it went charging back down. Seth was in his glory, holding Alex’s head steady while he ravaged his good-looking face. His happy cock had never before felt so fucking good! He’d have kicked Trudy to the curb long ago if he’d known that his co-worker was one ravenous, manly cock sucker.
With his hands in diamond shape on the small of Alex’s back, Dominick relentlessly charged through that gripping asshole. He was sweating like a marathon runner and snorting like a charging bull. All at once the muscles in his shoulders tightened, his body went rigid and his heart thundered in his chest. Dom threw his head back, brows shot upward and both eyes and mouth gaped widely open. A guttural bellow erupted from somewhere deep in his chest as his cock exploded, shooting a score of baby makers deep into Alex’s guts. Alex felt each surge as his boss blasted stud cream into his hot hole. Seth, directly across the way, was astounded by the older man’s reaction to nutting. For a moment he suspected Dom was suffering a coronary. The big man’s face looked as though he was having an out of body experience. Seth suspected it was the way he’d looked when he’d first gotten off in pussy.
Weak and drained, Dominick pulled out and staggered back to take a seat. If the pussy was that good to practically bring a stud like Dom to his knees, Seth just had to sink his dick into it. Drawing back from the alluring depths of Alex’s throat he grasped the he-man under his armpits and heaved him up to a standing position. Both their cocks collided. Sweeping a hand across the tabletop, Seth sent blueprints flying. Then, taking Alex under his hamstrings he laid him on his back across the narrow table with his ass hanging over the edge. Alex automatically lifted his legs, drew his knees in to either side of him and looked longingly at the gorgeous cock throbbing with anticipation.
“Fuck me, buddy,” he breathed huskily. It was wasted breath, because that is exactly what Seth intended upon doing. Stepping up to Alex, Seth hefted his big cock in the palm of his hand, brought the head to Alex’s winking hole and pushed inside. His cock slipped in without facing resistance. He let out a long sigh as his dick was fully encased in the wet, warm sheath of Alex’s ass. “Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice,” he hissed. It was an understatement. Inside Alex felt better than Trudy’s pussy. And she damned sure would never have allowed entry through her back door.
Using abdominal strength Alex rose his upper body enough to slap his hands against Seth’s chest and demand, “Fuck that hole.! Ride it hard!” Those were Seth’s sentiments exactly. He reared back, feeling every membrane along the cum-slickened shit walls and the hard nub of Alex’s prostate. Alex wriggled his muscle butt, his sphincter squeezing Seth’s cockhead with a tight grip. Seth fought the grasp and shoved forward, punching into Alex’s gut. This time he didn’t pause, instead full-throttle pummeling the exquisite hole with every last inch of his dick. Alex spewed a litany of vulgar encouragements as his hands explored his work partner’s arms and torso. Seth thoroughly enjoyed every bit of the adoration.
Dominick’s breathing had restored itself to a more normal pattern. He sat there before them, one strong leg thrown up over an arm rest, and stroked his meat as he watched Seth fuck hell out of Alex. Dom figured that’s the way it should be when men fucked. None of that slow, lovey-dovey, romantic kind of shit that most women went for. Men were primal, descendants of Neanderthals, who were crude and savage. They took what they wanted. It was obvious Seth wanted Alex’s pussy. Alex was a tough guy, a macho dad, who apparently craved it that way. No sissy stuff here; just hard fucking.
Reaching out and taking hold of the microphone he used a large thumb to switch it on and spoke through it. “Wheeler. Foreman’s Trailer. Now!” Busy in the act of unloading lumber at the construction site Leon Jones, a big black man, nudged Joe Wheeler. “Wheeler!” he shouted above the sounds of machinery, “Dom’s calling for you.” Joe gave him a thumb’s up and trod toward the trailer, working at removing his gloves as he went. At the entrance he gave a customary knock before entering. Stepping up into the interior he stopped short, gob smacked by what he saw. Dom was sitting there buck naked, stroking his dick while watching Seth ramming his meat into some muscle whore. He emitted a startled gasp when he recognized the bottom stud as Alex Johnson.
“Well, go on, Wheeler,” Dom barked. “Go get you some of that.” Joe looked uncertainly from Dom to the other two. Unconsciously, his hand went to his groin and gave it a healthy squeeze. Joe, like the rest of the crew, was unaware of the Macho Dad series, starring none other than his work partner, Alex.
Joe Wheeler was approaching forty, three years older than Alex but two younger than Dom. He’d been in construction since his late teens. His body reflected all the hard work he’d done in those ensuing years. His face, although not unattractive, was somewhat weathered from all those years of outdoor work. Hair, now covered by a standard issue hard hat, was going to grey and kept short due to its wiry ultra-thickness. He had a long, straight nose, thin lips and a day or two’s growth of stubble on his jaw. Like most of the others he was in his work jeans, steel-toed boots, t-shirt, V-necked and short sleeved, along with safety vest and hard hat. Chest hair bounded out of the V while the sleeves didn’t do much to contain upper arm muscles. Joe’s limbs were heavily tattooed, the most prominent being a rather extravagant heart with his wife’s name running through the center. They’d been married for twenty years and had three children, two boys and a girl.
Joe didn’t pretend to understand any of this. Alex, Dom and Seth, they were all married men, as well. Not once in twenty had Joe ever stepped out on Meghan. After all those years they weren’t exactly love birds anymore. And the sex was nowhere near as frequent as it had once been. Joe had been tempted on more than one occasion. A man had needs, after all. At the moment, his cock was telling him that it had a desperate need. It was straining against the front of his jeans. After a few moments of indecision he moved over to join the others.
Seth grinned at him when Joe stepped up to the other side of the table, behind Alex. “Pussy is fuckin’ excellent,” he praised. “And the mouth is just as good.” Throwing caution to the wind, Joe released his hard cock from the confines of his jeans, took hold of Alex’s head by the sides to angle it down over the tabletop and pressed the crown to his lips. Alex wasted nary a second scarfing up Joe’s dick. It seemed all the men on this crew were amply hung. Joe’s piece was no more or less than the other two. The only difference with Joe’s was the wicked downward curve to the dick. Alex quickly learned that the “deformity” worked well in taking the cock down his gullet. Wheeler was built for throat-fucking.
Once again Alex was being taken at both ends by men he’d worked alongside of for many years. Alex reached back and clung to Joe’s thighs while the older man thrust in and out of his throat. Wheeler’s hairy crotch bristled against Alex’s chin each time he went deep. His equally hirsute scum bag slapped up against the bridge of Alex’s nose. Alex was intoxicated by the overwhelming scent of maleness. Seth never changed up his fuck strokes. He kept on pummeling hard and deep into the hot, clinging hole. His studly body glistened with perspiration from his frantic fucking. Alex sizzled when Seth wrapped his work-calloused hand around his rock-hard dick and began stroking in cadence with his driving fuck beats. Jerking Alex’s dick was no different to Seth than the many times he’d had to beat one off when Trudy wouldn’t put out.
Skin repeatedly slapped against skin. Manly moans, groans and sighs filled the space of the work trailer. Seth, who’d been at it longer, was the first of the duo to reach climax. Even as he came he continued to pound pussy, seeding the length of Alex’s fuck sleeve with rich creamy cum. Of the four men Joe Wheeler had the only vantage point to see the look of intense bliss on Seth’s face as he shot off. It was enough to set his own balls to boiling. With a deep, hardy cry he yanked his flexing dick from Alex’s throat and blasted into his co-worker’s mouth. Hot, thick semen repeatedly expelled into Alex’s open mouth. He gulped and swallowed it all down, making room for the next discharge. Joe’s cum was rich and tasty. Alex groaned his appreciation for the offering.
“Back to work, you two,” Dominick ordered crossly, barely allowing them to catch their breath after such an energetic work out. “Send Jones in here.” The men scrambled to don their work clothes. Seth was grinning from ear to ear while Joe had a look of confusion. Whatever in hell had just happened, he’d enjoyed it.
Soon as they departed Dom rose from the chair and sauntered over to the worktable, his big hard cock leading the way. Alex remained in suck and fuck position. His hands had come down to fondle his genitals. His cock looked mean and angry. It needed to release a pent up load. Dominick rudely slapped his hands away. “You ain’t done yet, macho dad,” he snarled. His big paw moved down to feel Alex’s puffy, dripping ass lips. “Some cunt you got here, Johnson. A real man pleaser. Shoulda tole us a while ago. Don’t matter anyways. Now we all know.” As he spoke his fat middle and index fingers were slipping in and out of Alex’s cunt. “Don’t think I’m gonna be able to make it through a work day now without havin’ some of this pussy.”
Alex’s head had risen to wantonly observe the boss while he finger fucked him. Cradling the back of his head in his hands, arm muscles flexing, he responded, “Any time, Dom. My man pussy is yours any time you want.”
Already wanting more, Dominick replaced his fingers with his dick and effortlessly slid all the way in. “Fuck yeah, Dom,” Alex huskily gushed. “You’ve got a hot dick on you.”
“Good thing you like it, cos you’re gonna be gettin’ a lot of it from now on,” Dominick told him as he casually pumped his ass with the full length of his Italian sausage.
“Bring it on,” Alex defiantly told him. “I can take whatever you’ve got to give.”
Dom spat air. “I saw that from what you did with all them men in that movie. A real fuckin’ cock whore, ain’t ya?”
The movie. Alex determined to find out more about this movie. But just then they were interrupted by the appearance of another. Leon Jones, a stocky giant of a black man, had arrived in response to Dom’s orders. His eyes went comically wide when he saw the boss-man fucking the white muscle-stud, Alex Johnson.
Jones was the oldest of the bunch. At fifty-two, he’d been working construction crews since he barely graduated high school. Years of lifting, hammering and sawing had kept him in great shape. He stood taller than any other on the crew at 6’4” and weighed in at two fifty four. Neither drop-dead handsome nor butt-ugly, he sported the stereotypical Negro features: very dark, ebony skin tone, rounded face with wide nose and enlarged nostrils, thick, full lips, high cheekbones and deep chocolate eyes. His kinky hair under the hard hat was already showing greys and kept cropped short, thinning at the top. Jones almost never wore a shirt of any type when doing outdoor work, as he was today, just his yellow-green safety vest. His bull’s neck was thick, shoulders broad and strong, arms long with melon-sized biceps and heavy forearms. His chest was a marvel: pectorals beefy and rounded, each capped by purple areola the size of a half-dollar coin, the nubs poking out from a wooly mass of salt-and pepper hairs and appearing to be the thickness of the tip of a grown man’s middle finger. His belly curved outward, convex, but was hard and fat-free. Leon had sired a record seven children, four boys and three girls, and, to date, had double that amount in grandchildren.
He whistled low upon seeing what was going on. He’d wondered why Alex, Seth and then Joe had gone off to the boss man’s trailer. Now he knew. Normally a likeable, everyday good guy, Alex looked like he’d been bitten by the sex bug. The look in his eyes was definitely one of a sexual deviant. Despite himself, Leon found that he was already boning up.
Glancing over his shoulder at the newcomer, Dom told him, “Don’t know if black pussy is any better’n white pussy, Leon, but this here white pussy is prime stuff. My happy dick’s never felt anything quite like it. Drop them pants of yours and get over here and try it out.”
Sex-crazed Alex piped in. “Fuck my hole, Leon. Want your big black dick to pound my fuckin’ pussy.”
Until now, Leon never would have thought he’d hear those types of words coming from handsome Alex Johnson’s mouth. Only time he’d ever gotten it on with another guy was when he was a teen. And all they’d done was jerk each other off. Leon strictly liked the ladies and had been unfaithful to Sharonne more times than he could count. But when the boss man gave an order, Leon generally obeyed. As he drew nearer, Dominick withdrew his dick from Alex’s asshole and stepped aside. Leon’s eyes opened wide when he saw the hole puckering like the mouth of a hungry guppy, inviting him in.
“Don’t really know if you want for me to do this,” he spoke doubtfully. “I got me a pretty big’n.”
“Like fuck he don’t,” Dom sneered. “That pussy of his can handle anything you got to give him. Ain’t that right, Alex?”
If he were in his normal conscious mind, Alex might not have goaded the charcoal black man on. But, fuck it, his libido was geared all the way up and he wanted more dick. He’d gone this far. He might as well go all the way. Take on the whole fuckin’ crew, if they were up for it. Pounding fists against his chest, Alex appeared positively bestial as he declared, “I’m a man! I can handle whatever you’ve got! Now, get that dick out and fuck my stud hole!”
Off and on Leon had worked jobs with Alex many times over the years and had always found him to be amiable. This version of Alex was an entirely different one altogether.
“Well, awright, long as you says so. But I done warned you.” Leon then proceeded to unbuckle and unzip, letting his work pants fall down around his kneecaps. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers he pulled them down as well. Both Dominick and Alex gasped in unison when they saw the black man’s baby maker. Leon hadn’t been kidding; his dick was humongous!
“Ho-ly shee-it!” Dom exclaimed. “Motherfucker’s hung like a horse!” Not quite, but the analogy was fair. Leon was a quarter inch shy of thirteen big ones. He knew; Sharonne had measured it. The obscene thing swayed menacingly from its trunk-like base, the heavy veins down there like roots of a tree. Bulging blue arteries branched off in a myriad of directions just under the surface of the shocking shaft. The heavy cord running up the underside was thick as two adult fingers, the fat puce-colored knob swollen, shiny and the size of a plum, its deep lips pulsing open and closed as if breathing on its own. The thickness of the cock shaft was greatest at the midway point, where it swelled to the equivalent of a working man’s forearm. Between his thighs hung a sac to match the stupendous black cock, heavy with the weight of twin massive nuts churning within.
Awestruck, Alex didn’t know whether to throw his legs up or head for the door. Dom doubted he could blame him. If, by chance, this was going to happen the Foreman figured Alex was going to need a bit of help. Moving over to his personal closet he extracted a jar of lube, secreted there for those “special” occasions. “Head’s up!” he shouted to Leon, who caught it midair with his dark paw. He proceeded to squeeze a healthy dose of it on his truncheon and worked it over the full length until it was thoroughly polished. Stepping over to Alex, who had instinctively resumed the position, he applied a good amount to the stunned man’s wink hole and worked it inside.
“Wh-where did you get that thing?” Alex managed as dark fingers invaded his ass.
Leon chuckled. “My pappy, o’course. He had one hung down to his knees. All the Jones men do. Same with my boys.”
This is something Ryder definitely did not need to know. If he did, Alex could only imagine the ideas which would go through his warped mind.
“How the fuck does Sharonne handle that thing?” It came from Dominick, who was interestedly standing to the side, watching Leon work two fingers in and out of Alex’s pink asshole, making it nicely slick.
Leon chuckled again. “She don’t no mo’. After the last young’n she said she was done. Her pussy be retired. But I get me some. On the side. Know what I’m sayin’?” He winked at Dom.
Alex was squirming on the tabletop as Leon’s digits fucked his hole, adding more lube to the mix all the while. All these years working side by side he’d never thought of this man in a sexual manner. Now, all he saw standing before him was a big, black sex god. With an even bigger appendage. He was both fearful and highly anticipatory at the same time.
Satisfied that Alex was well lubed Leon’s fingers evacuated the hole, hoisted the hefty dick in the palm of his hand and brought the snout to the target zone. As he rubbed the shiny head against the wet ass mouth Alex’s lower lip trembled. Even Dom held his breath when Leon applied the necessary pressure to breach the hole. With the generous amount of lube he’d used, not to mention the massive loads already deposited there, Leon’s bulging knob slipped right in. Alex groaned, his macho body undulated and his ass opened to accept the colossal cock. Figuring it would be rougher on him to resist he surrendered himself to the older black man. When Leon felt Alex relax he went a little deeper. Alex desperately moaned, his eyes shut and his head slowly rocked from one side to the other. Leon steadily added more, boring his way through the fuck tunnel. Alex’s ass lips had given up the fight; his pussy was broken open. More and more of the monster cock eased its way into him, spreading his insides wider than ever before. He felt like a huge flesh club was inside him, snaking deeper and deeper. Whereas in the past he’d taken dicks of all shapes and sizes, there had never been anything quite like this. It was so fucking big!
“You got almost half of it, Alex,” Dom encouraged, interestedly watching as he stood beside while stroking his rod. “Give him more, Lee. Get every inch of that fucker up into him.”
“Oh, I intend to, Mr. Dominick,” the black man assured him. “I surely do intend to.” The ultra-thick flaring mid-section was at the gaping entrance now. Leon stopped his advance and began fucking Alex with the first six inches. To Alex it felt as though three regular sized dicks were in him at once. He bleated, he sighed and worried his bottom lip with his upper teeth. His usually handsome face was drawn into a grimace of agony and despair. Leon fucked him rhythmically, his truncheon sawing in and sawing out. He’d never been in anyone’s asshole before. Sharonne certainly was never about to give him that adventure. Maybe they wouldn’t have had so many kids if she did. Leon was enjoying the tightness of Alex’s macho male cunt. It was trying to hold him in its vise-like grip, but Leon countered by fighting back. So tight! So warm! So smooth! Maybe, just maybe, even better than pussy.
All at once Leon shoved hard. The broadest part of his shaft, even larger than the crown, stretched those tortured ass lips impossibly wide and shot through, plugging Alex like the knot of a hound. Alex’s eyes and mouth went widely open and a guttural roar pitched up and out from the depths of his chest. The enlarged cock head broke through his inner sphincter and the entire thing roared up into the farthest recesses of his guts. He barely felt the heavy ball bag slap against his upturned ass cheeks or the coiled bush nestle upon his t’aint.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk!!” he bellowed. His muscles had popped into high definition, his tit nubs painfully erect, his cock an angry shade of purple and straining.
“Fuck, yeah!” Dom cheered. “That’s the Macho Dad I know! Fuck ‘im, Lee. Turn that asshole into a pussy!!”
Leon needed no further encouragement. When a dick is in a hole, any hole, a man does what comes naturally. Leon pulled his loins back to the fat midsection and automatically sent the cock soaring in again. And again. He humped Alex good and hard, regardless of any pain and suffering he may be causing the man. Alex’s head was really thrashing from side to side now. His hands were pounding on the tabletop to either side of him. Tears were flowing from the corners of his eyes. His entire body was lurching to every inward thrust. Yet, he did nothing to cease the savage fuck.
Leon looked like a wild savage as he slammed his co-worker. His brow was creased, his eyes wide and wild. Thick nostrils flared and sweat began to trickle from his hair line. His arm shot out and he grasped Alex by the throat. Even in his discomfort Alex clutched Leon’s forearm and stroked the powerful limb as though it were an extension of his monster cock. Although Alex’s teeth gnashed and there was a tortured look about him, his eyes were open and he was staring up and across into Leon’s black face. Leon then knew he’d broken this stud. It was always the same with the ladies. They said they wanted him to stop, but they didn’t. But Leon wasn’t finished making a big cock lover out of Alex. At least, not yet.
Leon stood tall and proud, his beautiful black body glistening with sweat. With his arms out at his sides he let his groin do all the work. He ground his massive black dick deep inside Alex’s clutching pussy, stirring his guts. When he felt the stud’s insides begin to milk his dick he pounded him back into submission. Somehow Alex shot up from the waist, slapped his hands against Leon’s huge pecs and worshipfully ran them over his big shoulders and thick arms before being fucked down again. It was them that Leon yanked his thirteen inches from Alex’s hole.
Alex yelped when the bloated mid-section tore from his ass, pulling his pussy lips with it. “Fuck, yeah!” Dom cried. Without pause, Leon rammed it all back in again. Then out, dragging Alex’s pussy mouth with it. Alex resumed his manly squealing. His prostate was positively on fire. He bucked and lurched as Leon tore up his ass. He hardly realized it when his cock began to discharge, shooting ropes of cum across his heaving body. Still Leon continued to wreck his pussy, threatening to leave it a gaping, relaxed hole for future use.
Leon’s next thrust sent the entire cock back inside the man again. Engulfed in the hot muscle ass, surrounded by those wet guts, he came. Volcanic cream erupted from his cock tube to drench Alex’s colon. His big, blocky body jerked and spasmed with each powerful volley. Alex was mesmerized, watching. A delicious warmth spread through Alex’s bowels, soothing him. Leon spasmed again and again. It didn’t seem that it would ever stop! It was little wonder he had sired so many young ones.
Soon the convulsing ceased. Leon unceremoniously yanked his dick from the vacuum of Alex’s ass, causing the white man to yelp for the final time. Alex lay there across the desk, using his hands to nurse his bruised pussy and eating the spent cum from his chest. “Back to work, Jones!” Dominick ordered. “Yessir,” Leon replied, hastily dressing and departing after one last look at satiated Alex.
The door was barely closed when Dom climbed up atop Alex. Sitting on his brawny chest with knees to either side of his face, he grabbed Alex by the back of the head, shoved his dick in his mouth and let Alex do the rest. In scant seconds Dom was flooding his oral cavity with more delicious man seed.
It was all in a day’s work.
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