The following is a work of erotic fiction meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.
“So, Dad-Fuck, I hear you’re going out to dinner with the Mancini’s tomorrow night,” eighteen-year-old Ryder announced as he stepped from pantry to garage.
Startled, Alex Johnson banged his head on the underside of the hood of his pickup truck as he reacted. With a stern expression on his handsome face through clenched jaw he chided, “Watch your mouth. Your mother’s in the house and Jay’s around somewhere.”
Ryder rolled his eyes and clucked his tongue, “She’s on the phone with Mrs. Mancini. She can’t hear nuthin’. And Jay’s off playing b-ball with Tyler Truman.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Alex angrily insisted. “You’re taking far too many chances.”
“Afraid they’re gonna find out you’re a low-life cocksucker?” Ryder taunted.
“Ryder!” Alex reproached.
“What the fuck you doin’ anyhow?” the corrupt teen asked, coming over to place his hands on the front side panel and look under the hood.
“Maintenance,” Alex told him, returning to his task of cleaning the battery cables. “Something you’d be better off learning than the shit you do.”
“Oh,” Ryder exclaimed in mock surprise, “now you’re suddenly going to act like father of the fuckin’ year. Well, it’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”
Alex rose up again to rebuke him when Ryder’s attention was caught by the neighbor across the street retrieving the daily mail from his street side box. “Hey, Mr. Harrington,” he called out, raising an arm and giving the man a friendly wave. “What the fuck, Dad,” he said, slapping Alex on a heavily muscled arm, “Ain’t you gonna be neighborly and say hey to Mr. Harrington?”
Alex gave his son a hard look, but turned to acknowledge his neighbor before returning to his work. Ryder shot Skip a knowing wink, which elicited a grin from the older man. Alex was oblivious to the fact that he’d sucked the ex-boxer off through a knot hole in George Anderson’s fence only a few days before. It was certainly not something Skip was soon to forget. Studly and seemingly straight Alex Johnson gave a superb blow job. Much better than his wife, at least back in the days when she still did it.
Ryder took stock of his macho, construction worker dad in his white, wife-beater “t”, now showing smears of car grease. Thick, dark hair, chiseled features, what some called “bedroom” eyes, classic nose and seemingly always present day’s growth of beard, all of it making him ruggedly handsome. Muscles all over built from heavy construction work, strong hairy chest, its large nubs now poking at the front of his t-shirt, a flat gut sporting defined abs and a trim waist. Dad was a hunk, there was no doubt about it. Women found him highly attractive, of that Ryder was certain. But, for all his machismo, Alex was more into other men. And Dad was a good fuck. No, Dad was an excellent fuck! No question about it. Ryder should know. He’d been fucking him ever since he caught Alex in the act at a sleazy motel.
Alex paused in his work to glance over at his son. With a quizzical look, he asked, “What are you up to now?”
Ryder shifted uncomfortably, realizing he’d begun to sport a woodie. “Dinner. With the Mancini’s. Tomorrow.”
Alex shook his head and returned to the truck battery’s corrosion. “I don’t know anything about that.”
“That’s what I’m tryin’ to tell you, if you’d fuckin’ listen up,” Ryder scolded. “Mom’s in there setting it up with Mrs. M. You’re goin’ to that new French place, Maison, or somethin’ like that. Sounds like it’s gonna be you two, the Mancini’s and her brother.”
“Okay. So?”
“The bitch don’t even discuss it with you? She just makes plans for you? Damn, Dad, you sure are pussy whipped,” he taunted.
“You know damned well your mother makes the real bread in this family. It’s what gets you all the things you ask for,” Alex reminded him. “And how many times do I have to tell you not to talk about her like that?”
Ryder rolled his eyes and puffed air. “Such a fuckin’ hypocrite. Lettin’ anything with a dick fuck you and then talkin’ to me about respect.”
Alex’s eyes flared again. “Watch your mouth, for crissakes!” he commanded in a deep, hushed tone.
Ryder chuckled, amused by his father’s discomfort. Then, “Should interest you to know they say her brother is queer.”
“Who’s brother?”
“Mrs. Mancini’s. Who the fuck else? He’s stayin’ in their guest bedroom ‘til he gets his own place. At least that’s what I figgered from listening in,” Ryder told him.
“You like nosing in on other people’s business, don’t you?” With the job finished, Alex slammed the hood shut, nearly clipping Ryder’s fingers.
“Hey! What the fuck?!” Ryder shouted, jumping back.
“Why don’t you go shoot hoops with your brother and, what’s his name, Tyler? Do things other boys your age do. Maybe then you’d have less time to harass me,” Alex fumed.
“Oh-ho-ho, Dad-Fuck,” Ryder shook his head with a smirk. “You’re never gonna be free of me. Never! We’re in this to the end. I’m the one calling the shots, not you. You’re my bitch. And tomorrow night you’re gonna prove it.”
“Tomorrow night?” Alex’s brows furrowed. “What about tomorrow night?”
Ryder grinned evilly. “You’re gonna seduce Mrs. Mancini’s queer brother.”
“I. AM. NOT!” Alex fumed.
“Oh, YES. YOU. ARE! You’re gonna wear an ear bud again and I’m gonna coach you through it. And, if you don’t, well….you know the consequences of defying me.”
Alex pointed a thick finger in his son’s face. “No! Hear me loud and fucking clear. No!”
Clucking his tongue Ryder raised an eyebrow and said, “No? We’ll just see about that.” Turning to throw the door inward he shouted out, “Mom, come here. Dad’s got something to tell you.”
“Ryder!” Alex panicked. “What are you doing?”
Ryder threw out his arms, palms up, “You leave me no choice, Dad-Fuck.”
“Ryder, listen----” But just then Vivian appeared in the open doorway with cell phone to her ear.
“What is it?” she asked, annoyedly. “I’m on the phone with Carol Mancini.”
“Tell her, Dad,” Ryder said with a Cheshire grin plastered on his face. “Tell her. Or I will.”
Alex looked from Vivian to Ryder, then back again. “R-Ryder tells me we are having dinner with the Mancini’s. I-I’m looking forward to it.”
“That’s it?” Vivian asked dubiously. “That’s what you need to tell me right this minute?”
“Yeah, hon,” Alex attempted to act sincere. “I, um, hear they have a nice cigar lounge there. Been wanting to go.” Vivian gave him a look of exasperation and went back into the house, shutting the door behind her.
“Nice comeback, Dad-Fuck,” Ryder congratulated. “Now, listen up. Here’s what you’re gonna do….”
La Maison was as sophisticated as Alex suspected it would be. Definitely not the kind of place a blue collar guy like himself would ordinarily frequent. The lighting was, thankfully, dim and cozy, the ambience somewhat decadent, and the menu pricey. Vivian had selected Alex’s outfit, a navy blue dinner jacket with matching slacks, white dress shirt and floral tie. Not his favorite attire but looking in their full-length bedroom mirror he had to admit he was quite dashing. So did Ryder.
The Mancini’s, Carol and Vincenze, and the Johnsons sipped martinis in the darkened, but comfortable, cocktail lounge while they awaited the arrival of Carol’s brother. Alex, having much simpler tastes, was dying for a draft beer. He had little in common with Vincenze, a successful hedge fund manager, other than a mutual interest in major league baseball. At least it gave them something to talk about while the women, well, talked about whatever women do. Carol, CEO for a major firm, and Vivian were more suited for conversation.
When Dario, Carol’s brother arrived, Alex was gobsmacked. He was nothing like Alex had anticipated. As fair haired as his sister, he was not at all the stereotypical dark Italian. Tall and lean with big, dewy eyes, sharp angled cheek bones, perfectly symmetrical nose and ripe, bowed lips he was a thing of masculine beauty. Although impeccably dressed there was nothing about him which screamed “queer.” Alex had the idea that Ryder might be completely wrong about this man.
Dario easily slid into the men’s sports conversation. He was an avid fan. Alex watched for any mannerism which might give him away, but was unable to detect a one. Although beautiful, he carried himself as macho as Vincenze. Vivian appeared quite taken with her friend’s brother. Through table conversation Alex learned that Dario had been a change of life baby for their parents. Whereas Vincenze and Carol were in their mid-forties, Dario was only twenty-eight. By trade he was an account executive for a health care firm. Alex found it difficult to tear his eyes away from this man he was sent to seduce.
Of course, Ryder was chirping in his ear the whole while. Alex decided early on to handle this his own way, removed the bud and placed it in his jacket pocket. He knew there would be backlash from his errant son---and probably an abusive fucking---but he didn’t care. He would still somehow do what was expected of him, but he didn’t need an eighteen-year-old coaching him. He’d been a man’s man long before Ryder was ever conceived. In short order he felt the vibration of his cell phone secreted in his jacket pocket and knew it must be Ryder, livid by the exclusion.
Soon they were seated in the luxurious dining room with its crystal chandeliers, marble statues and mahogany table tops. The table was circular. The women sat next to each other, as women are wont to do, with their husband to their side. Dario was between Vincenze and Alex. It was close and cozy. Alex, knowing nothing about French cuisine, took tips from Dario, who proved to be a connoisseur. They were hitting it off quite well.
The women and Vincenze enjoyed Crepes Suzette for dessert while Dario and Alex, more health conscious, declined. Having downed his third vodka martini, Alex was feeling quite relaxed. It was time to make his move---and hope that Ryder hadn’t been bullshitting him. Casually, during a debate over the best all-time major league player, Alex placed his hand upon Dario’s upper thigh, out of sight of the others. Dario displayed no reaction. His heart thundering in his chest, Alex slid his hand down the inner curve of the good looking man’s strong thigh. If Dario had any doubt before, he didn’t this time. His own hand came down to cover Alex’s and run over it, displaying acceptance.
Then he was rising, placing his dinner napkin on the table and announcing, “If you’ll excuse me, les toilette awaits.” Quickly catching on, Alex added, “I will join you in that.” Vivian gave Alex a curious look, nodded and carried on conversation with the Mancini’s over their dessert dish. Side by side the two men made their way to the door off the lobby marked “Messieurs.”
Once in the blindingly white tiled room Alex grasped Dario by his lapels, threw him up against the wall and covered his mouth with his own. Dario reciprocated, running his hands up under Alex’s jacket and over his proud, muscular chest. They kissed hungrily, lips bruising one another’s, tongues entwined. Alex grasped Dario under his hamstrings and lifted him. Dario wrapped his arms around Alex’s thick neck, their lips never parting, as the strong man carried him across the room to the farthest stall. Kicking the door shut behind them he spun Dario around, pinned him up against it and went for the younger stud’s zipper. They continued to suck face as Alex opened Dario’s fly, dug into his briefs and hauled out his dick. It was already hardening in his grasp and felt entirely promising.
Dario, meanwhile, had loosened and flicked Alex’s tie over the hunk’s shoulder, fumbled the buttons of his shirt open, lifted the sleeveless undershirt above his prominent pecs and was running his hands over Alex’s masculine chest. They were two men in serious heat, groins mashing together as they fondled one another and slovenly swapped spit.
Aware of the time restraint, and the realization that soon they would be missed, Alex dropped to a squat in front of the Italian beauty, grasped him by his smooth, shapely buttocks and wolfed down his enticing cock. The tasty treat was a solid seven-plus inches in length and just thick enough to please, a deep shade of olive, unlike the rest of his body, telling of his ethnic heritage. The head was nicely shaped, bulbous and juicy, fitting nicely against the back of Alex’s throat. And his balls, encased in their smooth, hairless sac, were heavy with the promise of their reward.
Alex grasped those orbs in one sweaty palm as he sucked on the luscious cock, furiously bobbing from the left to the right and back again as his mouth traveled along its slick, heated surface. Dario had his head against the back of the door, his chin tilted upward and staring vacantly at the ceiling, moaning from deep in his throat as the handsome stud serviced him. The fingers of both hands were entwined in Alex’s thick, dark hair, traveling with him as he lunged back and forth. He had been attracted to Alex the moment he met him. Who wouldn’t be? But he never expected it to lead to this---and certainly not so soon. This hunk of masculine beef most definitely knew what he was doing; Dario was so glad he had accepted his sister’s dinner invitation.
Swiftly spinning the younger man around Alex yanked Dario’s pleated slacks and briefs down to his ankles. With one side of his face against the door and his arms fanned out with hands pressing against its surface, Dario thrust his butt outward in invitation. Alex slapped his hands against those delectable buttocks, roughly kneading them. His thumbs traveled into the deep crevice and pulled apart that firm set of buns, revealing the winking eye. Dario was as hairless there as on his crotch and balls, making for a tempting appetizer.
Just as Alex began lapping at the twitching rose bud there was the sound of the bathroom door opening and allowing a pair of diners. The two men obviously knew one another as they chatted loudly, apparently taking their place in front of urinals and relieving their bladders. Their conversation blotted out the sounds of Alex’s wet licking. Dario stifled his moans as Alex’s tongue wormed its way into his hot hole and began excavating his insides. Thankfully, the seven foot high stalls were flush to the floor on all sides, a true cocksucker’s paradise, preventing anyone from seeing what went on behind the closed door. At the moment Alex cared little; nothing was going to stop him from feasting on this scrumptious babe.
The intruders finished, washed up and were soon gone. Alex’s tongue probed deeply into Dario’s asshole, flicking about and washing its inner walls. Dario was moaning louder now, thrusting himself back against the fevered pussy eater. Alex drove his tongue back and forth through Dario’s fuck channel, pausing at the near-withdrawal to run it around the flexing rim before diving in again. Spittle and ass juices were leaking from the corners of his mouth and dripping from his chin as he slovenly ate. More restaurant goers came and went, but Alex went on undeterred, eating ass like a starved man.
Rising, and charged up with manly needs, Alex pressed his cock into Dario’s wet ass slit, encircled him around the waist and whispered huskily into his ear, “I want to fuck you.”
“Fuck, yeah!” Dario gushed, spinning around to meet Alex face to face and wantonly slamming his lips against those of the older stud, eagerly---and hungrily---kissing once again. Dario tasted his own ass on Alex’s mouth, making him even more highly aroused. Repositioning, Dario moved over to the toilet bowl, planted his legs wide apart in front of it, bent over to place his hands against the top of the tank and thrust his ass outward invitingly. His dinner jacket and shirt rode halfway up his back and his tie dangled downward. Alex admired the irresistible sight, spit into his palm to coat his burning club and eagerly stepped up to the plate.
The head of Alex’s dick kissed Dario’s hole, then popped through into his warm inner chamber. Dario threw himself back to meet Alex’s intro and the eight inch stud cock slid up inside him. With his meat fully embedded in the spasming pussy Alex took Dario by the hips and began to fuck. Pressed for time and dispensing with the preliminaries he fucked Dario fast and hard, his groin pounding against the younger man’s hinds with each solid punch. Dario was all in, his talented hole clenching Alex’s cock as it soared through him. Each time a patron came in to relieve himself they paused, waiting impatiently for the pisser to leave. Those times were torture for both. Alex’s erection was throbbing with need resting in Dario’s male cunt while Dario’s bunghole tightly gripped his hairy root as if fearful of letting it go. Once the intruder left they resumed their torrid fuck. Thankfully, none of the interlopers stayed to take a shit.
Clenching his teeth Alex barreled through with brute force, really slamming his conquest. Dario was in absolute fuck heaven: it took a real man to fuck him the way Alex was doing. The very real possibility of being discovered made it all the more entrancing. Dario was no stranger to public sex. It was his favorite fetish. He excitedly moaned each time Alex bottomed out in his pussy, his entire body quivering with shameless delight. That enlarged cock head was hitting all the right spots and making his own cock throb and leak pre-cum down into the bowl below him.
So engrossed were they in their sizzling fuck that they failed to hear the entry of the latest interloper. This one stopped, listened and then made his way over to the last toilet stall. In their haste to ravage one another, neither Alex or Dario had locked the door to the stall. The man put his chunky, hairy knuckled hand to the door and pressed it inward. A creek from the hinge alerted the fucking duo of company. Without taking a fuck pause Alex looked over his shoulder and into the face of Vincenze Mancini, who was already undoing his slacks.
The big, beefy Italian spoke up. “Soon as you two left together I figured this is what you were up to. You could’ve let me know instead of leavin’ me there with those gabbing females.” Stepping up behind Alex in the now-crowded space his short, but fat, chubby pressed against the other man’s heaving ass cakes. Dario straightened up enough to look back at his brother-in-law and, over Alex’s shoulder, they met in a hungry male kiss.
“My brother-in-law’s a hot fuck, isn’t he?” Vincenze breathed hotly into Alex’s ear when they parted, Dario resuming his former position. “Been fuckin’ him for years now.” Placing his beefy arms around Alex’s midsection he held him steady while he worked his prick into his flexing hole. Alex looked back again, threw a muscular arm over the back of Vincenze’s shoulder and met him in a wet and sloppy tongue kiss.
Alex proved to be the fulcrum in this sizzling trio. Each time he thrust his big, luscious cock into Dario his ass pulled away from Vincenze’s buried meat. When he pulled back, he was once again filled with Vincenze’s manhood. At a little over six inches it didn’t go as deep as a slut like Alex preferred, but Its girth was even thicker than its length, making it a real pussy pleaser. Vincenze really didn’t need to move a muscle. His cock was being worked by merely standing there. His big hands slid up and down Alex’s broad, muscular back under his suit jacket while the other man fucked his wife’s brother. As he stroked Alex’s heaving, sweaty body he bit Alex’s ear lobe, then filled his ear with his fat, wet tongue. Alex groaned, all sort of wicked sensations coursing through his body. It felt awesome to be dicked while he was, likewise, dicking. It easily reminded him of an all-male orgy he had attended years back in an abandoned warehouse just outside the nearby city. On that night he’d taken more dick than he could count, his dick, like now, up some guy’s ass while another pounded away at him with a real ass-pleaser while two others fought for domination inside his stuffed mouth.
The men’s toilette of the fancy and expensive French restaurant was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, manly sighs and groans, and the scent of testosterone at work.
A furious Ryder Johnson peeled into the parking lot of La Maison, bypassed the Valet and parked in the rear. His long legs were pumping as he made his way to the entrance, waved off a startled Maître D, and burst into the dining area. A quick scan of the place revealed his mother and Mrs.Mancini. Ryder bounded over to them, the harried Maitre D at his heel, and asked, “Where’s Dad?”
Vivian looked up with raised brow. “Ryder, what in heaven’s name are you doing here?”
“I need to see Dad,” Ryder insisted. “It’s important.”
“He went off to the men’s room a while ago,” Vivian told him. “He and the other men must have stopped by the lounge for a cigar.”
“Thanks, Mom,” he said, pausing to greet Mrs. Mancini before he dashed off. He nearly crashed into the Maitre D.
“Young man, there is a dress code here. You cannot simply just come in here like, well, that!”
Ryder looked down at his baggy jeans with worn knees, beat-up Chuck Taylors and heavy-metal band logo t-shirt. “Don’t worry, Pops, I’m not staying. Where’s the smoke room?” The man pointed him in the direction and Ryder hurried off.
The cigar lounge was all mahogany wood paneling, marble bar top, lush draperies and rich, velvet intimate seating. A quick scan of the place revealed this was not where he would locate Alex. A knowing smile crossed his face when he realized there could be only one other. Locating the Toilettes Hommes, as it was labeled, Ryder silently crept in. There was no one in sight, yet his ears perked to the unmistakable sounds of men in heat. Tip-toeing to the row of privacy stalls he correctly figured the last would be his target. Quiet as a mouse he slipped into the nearest enclosure, climbed upon the hopper and peered down into the other stall.
There was his slut dad, fucking and getting fucked. The three of them were so engrossed in their hedonistic actions they failed to see him there observing. Alex was really giving it to the queer and rearing back on the dick of Mr. Mancini. Such a cock whore he had for a father! He was almost---almost---tempted to drag his mother into this place as punishment to Alex for having defied him. But Ryder was wise enough to realize that his special hold over his father would then be gone. And he was having way too much fun to let that happen. In the end, Alex was doing pretty much what Ryder wanted anyway, although Ryder hadn’t counted on the big bonus of having Mr. Mancini join in the lurid activities. What was it with all these older guys that they preferred cock and ass to tits and pussy? For that matter, why was his own teen cock ramrod stiff and throbbing in his jeans?
Alex fucked like a bull, soaring his cock through Dario’s throbbing pussy. Dario wasn’t complaining. He thoroughly enjoyed a rough fuck, especially from a he-man like Alex. From first sight he wanted Alex, never suspecting that the sexy husband was totally obtainable. Or that it would happen here, in the restaurant where they’d met. With all his might he tightened his twat around the bludgeoning cock on its withdrawal, making Alex feel every ripple of his man cunt before charging back in. The spectacular cock felt entirely marvelous charging over his sensitive prostate and making his own dick throb in ecstasy. He knew eventually they had to return to the dinner table but Dario would have been content to remain here, like this, being fucked senseless until the place shut down for the night.
Vincenze was equally enraptured with his fatty up in the he-man’s hole. Alex reared back onto his rod each time he drew back from Dario’s cunt. Vincenze was standing there, getting his thrill from the vigor with which Alex was fucking Dario. Vincenze stroked his hands along Alex’s heaving, manly flanks up to his shoulders and back down again, admiring the hard, muscular body. Not that his own was all that bad, but Vincenze had enjoyed a bit too much of Carol’s fine Italian cooking over the years. Until Dario came along he’d never known the pleasures of making it with another man. Now he was addicted to male pussy. Got a piece of it whenever he could. Now expected to be getting a lot more from studly Alex Johnson.
As for Alex, he was enjoying the best of both worlds: fucking and being fucked. Dario had such a nice, deep hole and Vincenze a hefty, ass-stretching cock. While Dario pushed his ass back to meet Alex’s hasty thrusts he was doing the same to fill himself with Vincenze’s meat. They were all in a frenzy of lust, well aware that their wives and, for Dario, his sister, were waiting, probably wondering what was keeping them. With Vincenze’s chunky battering his prostate it wouldn’t be much longer. Regrettably.
Dario was the first to blow. is HiHi His huffing and puffing grew more ragged. His body tensed, he screwed his eyes tightly shut, clenched his teeth and roared as Alex’s cock hit his ass clit one too many times. White cream burst from his cock, striking the porcelain back of the toilet bowl. As he came his ass went ballistic on Alex’s cock, grasping and chewing. Tossing back his head, Alex grunted huskily and pumped his cum load into the churning hole. Dario’s sphincter clawed at Alex’s erupting cock, milking out the hefty load. Vincenze, meanwhile, cried out like a schoolboy in his virgin run and shot big, steamy jets of man sauce into Alex’s grasping hole. Alex’s eyes blissfully rolled upward as he reveled in his release.
And that’s when he saw Ryder with his damnable device recording the session.
Vincenze pulled out and collapsed back against the stall door, his cock still leaking cum. Narrowing his eyes at a grinning Ryder Alex drew back from Dario, who turned, dropped to his knees and cleaned up both Alex and Vincenze’s pricks. Tucking himself in, Vincenze breathlessly said, “Gonna tell the wife we went for a cigar. Fuck, that was hot! We gotta do it again sometime, Alex.”
Alex nodded, well aware of Ryder’s presence. “Sure. Sometime. You’d better go with your brother-in-law, Dario. Tell my wife I’m on a call with my boss.”
“Thanks, stud. That was awesome!” Dario addressed Alex and moved in for an appreciative kiss. All the while Alex was looking up over Dario’s shoulder at his rascal son.
Both Dario and Vincenze did a quick cleaning up at the sinks and departed. Pulling up his slacks Alex left the stall and went directly into the one occupied by Ryder, who had hopped down from his perch.
“You shouldn’t have taken out the ear bud, Dad-Fuck,” he said nastily as he worked to undo his fly. “Now drop your drawers, turn around and take your punishment.”
Alex gave his son a hard look, then did as commanded. He spun around, slapped his hands up against the door, anchored his feet in a wide-spread stance and thrust out his hard, shapely ass. Grinning with satisfaction and malevolence, Ryder moved in on him….
The alternate version of Chapter 6, an entirely different entry in the series which would violate GayDemon’s codes.
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