This is a work of erotic fiction meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.
Alex Johnson, 37 years old, handsome, well-built construction worker, amiable and well-liked, butch and macho. Soon to be celebrating twenty years of a marriage that had settled into one of convenience for both. The guy-next-door who you see evenings and weekends tending to the yard, mowing, edging and trimming, watering foliage and maintaining the in-ground pool, a job all in itself. An all-around good guy. With a secret sexual life. About to be exposed.
Ryder Johnson, 18, spitting image of his father at that age. An unruly teenager, breaking every known rule. Blackmailing his father after uncovering his predilection for sex with other men. Sexually abusing him. Forcing him to engage in lurid sex with neighbors and strangers. Making the unwitting stud the star of his pay website, I Fuck My Macho Dad. Gleefully perusing the comments left by overly-satisfied followers. Supplying Alex with a seemingly unending supply of cock and compiling a dossier to keep daddy under his thumb.
Two men. One house. With Vivian Faulkner Johnson away on business trips more often than not, and younger brother Jaylen always off with his jock friends, the playing field was wide open for Ryder to enact his position of dominance over Alex. With the assistance of camera boys Aston “Weebs” Weebles and gymnast Damien Fellowes they had amassed a good deal of footage documenting Alex’s exploits. Alex, of course, was unaware of his starring role in the three separate films raising much interest on the dark web. The latest was a major hit. Weebs did a highly professional job of editing the material into a polished product.
It was another weekend. Once again, Vivian was away. Alex had noticed the increasing frequency of her out-of-town trips and had broached the subject with her. Vivian brushed off his concern, just saying it was part of her job. Up until he’d become Ryder’s slave Alex hadn’t cared. It had given him more time to pursue his own extracurricular activities. Now it gave Ryder more opportunity to use and abuse him like a common whore. Ryder’s threat had always been a revelation to Vivian, the real money maker in the family. While he’d certainly be able to manage on his own, he was used to the kind of bank account Vivian contributed to. Every time Alex balked Ryder threw up into his face those pictures he’d taken months ago of him and a potential client in a highly compromising position at a sleazy motel at the edge of town.
There was a constant drizzle all day into late afternoon and early evening. Normally doing yard work Alex decided to take advantage of the bad weather by attending to the job he’d been putting off for a while: cleaning up and reorganizing the basement. Ryder had earlier gone out, thankfully, and Jaylen was hanging with one of his football buddies, that husky quarterback Nick Harwood. Alex knew the boy’s dad, Mark, from attending the team’s games. It was easy to see where seventeen-year-old Nick got his good looks and athleticism from. Mark was an eyeful. Alex could easily see himself playing some contact sport with the man.
Later, after showering and deciding to bypass a shave Alex trotted downstairs to see about dinner. He had no idea if the boys would be home. They were past the age of checking in. The hollow interior of the fridge held no promise. It seemed no one had shopped in quite a while. Spotting a lone bottle of beer tucked away in a back corner he helped himself to the refreshing suds contained therein. If and when the boys came home they could always order a pizza. Or maybe Chinese. Yeah, Chinese sounded good.
He reached for the phone to speed-dial Lings when Ryder came trouncing through the garage door, his usual method of entry. “I was about to order Lings,” Alex told him as he searched his contacts for the restaurant. “Do you want anything? There’s not much else here.”
“Put down the phone,” Ryder told him sharply.
Alex looked at him with furrowed brow. “Why?”
“I said, put down the fuckin’ phone,” Ryder repeated, his face registering fury. “You’re not going to need to eat. We’ve got somewhere to go.”
Alex felt a chill course through his manly body. “Where? Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out,” the teenager replied with a sly smile. “Now let’s get moving. We’re takin’ my car.”
Alex felt slightly fearful, but also had a twinge of excitement. The more the boy placed him in compromising situations the more he had come to like it. Of course, he wouldn’t let on to Ryder that it wasn’t as unpleasant for him as the boy hoped it was. He certainly didn’t appreciate the fact that his own son was extorting him. Nor did he like the neighbors being involved, as Dustin, his son Damien and alcoholic George Anderson had become. Strangers were one thing, but those both he and Vivian knew could spell trouble and eventual exposure.
On the twenty minute drive Ryder discouraged any form of conversation by raising the volume of a hard rock station to an ear-shattering decibel. There wasn’t much traffic on such a gloomy early evening. Alex recognized the surroundings. The closer they got, the more he realized their final destination. When Ryder pulled into the uneven parking lot of the Last Stop motel Alex was hardly surprised. It was the place where Ryder had first made the discovery of his sexual aberrations.
“Get out!” Ryder commanded. Alex obeyed. The place was shabby, at best. It was primarily home to the state vouchered welfare crowd, drug addicts and winos as well as those paying by the hour so as to engage in illicit encounters. Ryder led him to the very same room at the end of the one-story row where he’d been unexpectedly outed and become his son’s prisoner.
Unlocking the room with the key he’d earlier received from the desk clerk---a buddy he often purchased weed from---Ryder ushered Alex inside. Alex looked around the shabby enclosure, noticing that it was none the better since the last time he had been there. The furniture was minimal: a bureau atop which sat an older model television, a high backed, threadbare chair in the corner and the Queen-sized bed covered by a moth-eaten comforter, small table with lamp to one side of it. Curiously, there were two free standing lights. The type a photographer might use.
Alex swallowed hard and looked to his son. “Ryder, what the hell are we doing here?”
“Having a party. You’re the entertainment. Now strip down!”
“Party? Who are the guests?”
“You’ll see.” Looking at his watch, “First one should be here any minute. So get those clothes off now!” Knowing it was useless to attempt to reason with him, Alex complied. First his kicks and socks, then his pull-over shirt and finally his jeans. “Come on, come on, underwear too. You can’t get fucked with ‘em on.” Alex hooked his thumbs under the waist band of his jockey briefs at each side and slipped them off. He stood before his son in all his construction worked-out glory, a real he-man with a strong, lightly hairy chest, rounded shoulders, impressive arm muscles, nice abdominal definition and a very studly cock.
“Get on the bed,” Ryder ordered as he reached into the duffel bag he’d carried with him. Alex climbed onto the bed, tentatively rested his head on the pillow and lay back. Suddenly Ryder was on him, sitting on his chest and looping his thick wrist through a rope. The boy was quick. Just as he began to react Ryder had done the same with his other wrist. Alex struggled beneath him, well aware of what Ryder had planned. They had played out this scenario once before. “Don’t fight me, Dad-fuck, or I’ll have to smack you around a little.” He wound the cord through the slats of the headboard at each end, spreading his father’s heavy arms out and back.
Alex did not enjoy being held defenseless. He pulled at the ropes but his effort only seemed to tighten them around his wrists. “If you start shouting I’m going to stuff a gag in your mouth to keep you quiet. If you don’t want that then don’t make me do it.” He was diligently giving Alex’s ankles the same treatment he had the wrists. He looped the other end through the headboard in the same fashion he had with the arm holds and yanked Alex’s hairy leg back. Once finished with the other he stepped back and grinned sadistically at the bound man, limbs spread widely apart and his dad pussy completely vulnerable. Just the sight of it made Ryder bone up.
“Okay, get on out here!” he called out. Alex’s head shot to the bathroom door as it opened. Out stepped Weebles and Damien Fellowes, carrying some kind of equipment. Their eyes were all over his naked, trussed-up form. “Get some footage of him before they start coming,” Ryder told the two.
“What the fuck is this?” Alex struggled against his restraints. “No pictures!”
“Pictures? Shit! This is video, daddy. You’re the star of the show.”
“No, Ryder! You can’t do this! Don’t you have enough on me already? Cut me loose. Now!”
Ryder clucked his tongue and slowly shook his head from side to side. “Now, I told you if you start carrying on I’ma have to gag you.” To prove the point he pulled a red ball gag from his bag of tricks. “It’s up to you, Daddy dearest. Gag or no gag?”
Alex looked to his son fearfully. “No, no gag, But no video, either.”
Ryder rolled his eyes. “We’ve already got you on video. When you were doin’ Mr. Anderson out by his pool, we were all nearby filming every bit of it. Ole drunken George, he really fucked you but good. Makes for a great movie. And then when Mr. Hamilton stuck his dick through the hole in the fence---"
“Mr. Ham---you mean, that was Skip from across the street?” Alex’s eyes had shot wide.
Ryder’s evil smile spread from ear to ear. “That’s right, Daddy. That’s who it was. Maybe next time I’m plowing your hole I’ll show it to you.”
Alex well remembered that big, delicious cock. If he had known the old guy was packing-----but NO! He could not allow more damning evidence to be had. “Ryder,” he said evenly. “This stops now. You’ve had your fun. Cut me loose before this goes any farther.”
“Okay. Fellas,” he said, looking at the other two boys, “looks like he wants the gag. I wanted to keep his mouth free for anybody to use, but----”
“No, no, Ryder!” Alex reacted fearfully. “I’m not gonna argue with you. I swear. Just don’t put that thing in my mouth!”
Ryder liked seeing handsome, manly daddy squirm. As it was he was having a hard time not getting into his wide-open ass and warming him up for the main event. Pointing a warning finger at his trussed-up dad, he said, “Once, just once you say anything but ‘fuck me, dude’ and it’ll go in so fast you won’t even know it happened. You got that?”
Alex nodded agreeably. “Yes.” And then, painfully, “Thank you, Ryder.”
Before Ryder could respond there was a banging on the door. It startled all of them. Quickly regaining his composure Ryder winked at his father and said, “Sounds like contestant number one has arrived.” Gleefully, he stepped over to admit the unknown newcomer while both Weebs and Damien got their equipment prepared.
The idea had come to Ryder shortly after the last video premiered on the web. In less than three days the clip had garnered an unprecedented number of hits. Ryder was rolling in cash. He interestedly read the viewer comments, all positive, most of them wanting to “tap that.” Ryder assumed the object of their horniness was Alex. He pondered for a while before implementing his plan. With the technical assistance of Weebs he ran a contest on the Macho Dad site. Providing the zip code of The Last Resort, he invited all those within driving distance at a to-be-determined date to appear in a future film with the Macho Dad. The first twenty-five to thirty responders would receive further instructions as to the date, location and time. To his surprise over one-hundred local men expressed avid interest. Knowing nothing about any of them, Ryder stuck to his word and extended the invitation to the allowable number, guessing that maybe a dozen of the twenty-five would show. All were warned that a film crew would be present but, if they wished, their identity would be concealed as they had seen done with the participants of the first fuck films.
And now Ryder was opening the door to the first. Of course, it could have been his buddy Sammi from the front office, checking in on him. Also could have been one of the junkie or welfare residents, looking for a handout. Could even have been the law. Undeterred, Ryder threw open the door and allowed admittance to the man standing there somewhat impatiently.
He was a big guy, probably around 6’5” and huskily built. Hair billowing out from under his ball cap was the color of copper, thick, wild and down to his shoulders. Bushy mustache and beard were of the same shade. His eyebrows were dense, nearly bisecting. Dressed in loose-fitting worn dungarees, unlaced work boots and a plaid shirt, the arms torn off and open midway revealing a wealth of chest hair. Arms large and strong, the kind developed from constant heavy lifting, not like those developed in a gym, heavily tattooed, and calloused hands the size of manhole covers. Axel was an over-the-road long distance truck driver whose rig was parked on the side of the building.
“Yup, that’s him awright,” the newcomer growled in a deep baritone voice.
“I’m Ryder. That’s my dad Alex,” the boy greeted.
“Yup, I recognize ya both,” Axel acknowledged, running a heavy hand over his bushy beard. “Why’s he all tied up?”
“He likes it that way,” Ryder lied.
Recognize? Alex was confused. How could this grizzly looking stud have recognized either one of them? A deep fear was beginning to build in him. What in hell had Ryder done?
“That true, buddy? You like to be hogtied while you’re gettin’ fucked?”
Well aware of the punishment if he didn’t comply with his errant son, Alex swallowed hard and simply replied, “Yeah.”
“Ew-eeeee!” Axel whistled. “He sure does sound like a macho dad. Let’s see how much macho he can take.” With that he began unbuckling his jeans. The camera men had been in action since Ryder opened the door and were capturing every bit of it. Axel seemed undeterred by them. After all, it had specifically stated on the invitation that there would be cameras in use.
The tall trucker kicked off his boots, pulled off his jeans and unbuttoned his shirt. “Jest got back from a long haul. Wasn’t sure if’n I was going to make it in time. Been edgin’ myself thinkin; about fuckin’ this macho dad all damned day long. Didn’t even stop and pick up any of them hitchers like I usually do. Cute things like yerself,” he addressed Ryder as he reached for the waist of his boxers. “Fuck ‘em all in my bed compartment. My ole dick’s gonna enjoy a real man for a change.”
With that he dropped his drawers, stepped out of them and ate up the stares he got. Trucker Axel was hung. His fat, uncircumcised dick dangled down between his heavy, hairy thighs at a good eight inches or so. The rust-colored crotch hair was abundant and untamed. And his gonads were egg-sized, hanging low with their oppressive weight. Having lifted his head enough to assess this stranger, Alex’s eyes and mouth widened with shock and wonder. His pussy began to tingle, already anticipating being penetrated by this stupendous cock.
As the cameras followed him Axel climbed up onto the bed and knee-walked to the bound stud. “Sure are a handsome daddy,” he marveled. “I’m gonna enjoy breedin’ you.”
“Knock me the fuck up, man,” Alex snarled back at him, hopefully impressing Ryder and keeping him satisfied. While he still didn’t like all those cameras capturing his every move there wasn’t much he could do about it. Ryder had him by the balls. All he could do was hope and pray that as long as he cooperated Ryder would only keep the video for personal use.
Peeling back the cowl of foreskin covering his glossy dickhead the trucker stared down at the expectant dad. Now fully erect he brought his cock to Alex’s quivering asterisk and pushed through the folds. Alex sighed huskily as his hole was breached. The mighty cock continued to burrow into his shit chute, stretching his insides widely open. Alex’s meaty toes curled and his dick throbbed as his inner sphincter was pleasantly violated by this real man. Buried to his ginger bush Axel allowed his prick to rest there and enjoy the sensations the macho dad’s pussy were bringing to his big meat.
“Fuck me!” Alex practically begged. “Fuck me with that big, hunky cock.” His words were certain to please Ryder. But he wasn’t emoting them only for his son’s benefit. Starved for man meat, he truly wanted this hunky trucker to plow him with his ten inch dick.
More than ready to do some serious tunneling Axel drew his cock back, held it there right at the pussy mouth, stared Alex down and then rammed it back up into his butthole. Alex grunted when he bottomed out, his own dick flexing and spurting some Cowper. This time Axel didn’t hesitate. The dick was immediately yanked back and then battered in. Axel was never one for a passive fuck. Not with the guys he did, at least. From all those lonely nights on the road, parked in a rest stop and lying in his bunk while watching video of this dad being power fucked by his son, Axel knew the man could take it.
Waves of pleasure rushed throughout Alex’s manly body. How he loved to be ridden hard! Oblivious to the cameras whirring around him his concentration was solely on this strong, powerful stud. If his hands weren’t secured they would be all over the hunk, admiring and worshipping his masculinity. He maintained eye contact with Axel, further entranced by the intensity of those smoky hazel orbs. Alex wished the brutal stud would wrap a fist around his throbbing dick and stroke it while he fucked, but something told him the trucker wasn’t the type to offer that type of pleasure. He fruitlessly flailed at his restraints, desperate to be free to gratify himself. But Ryder had secured him tightly.
The mighty cock pounded into Alex with breakneck speed, Axel’s big balls slapping against him with each powerful thrust. With his camera Ryder had a perfect close up view from the rear of the big man’s colossal cock ripping in and out of his father’s pussy. He was almost giddy with excitement. This was only the first of many who would be using the whore tonight. What a start! The followers of Macho Dad were going to love this. It was certain to be money in the bank.
As if on cue there came a knock on the door. Ryder abandoned his post in order to admit the next guest. He was pleasantly stunned by the vision which met him there. A teen probably not much older than himself sporting a heavily jelled blue Mohawk and multiple piercings wearing a heavy metal band’s logo t-shirt, shredded, low-hanging jeans and a pair of battered once black and white Chucks on his rather large feet.
The new arrival pointed a finger at Ryder, “Yo, you’re the son from Macho Dad. This must be the party place.”
“Sure is, dude,” Ryder acknowledged, excitedly. He couldn’t wait for Alex to see what was going to fuck him next. “Enter. Dad’s just getting warmed up.”
“Sweeeeeeeeet!” the metalhead exclaimed as he stepped into the room and saw the action going on across from him. “Man, that dude is really tearing him up! Can’t wait to get a piece of that!” He was already stripping out of his clothes.
“Bud” Wrangler was nineteen, a stoner and high school drop-out. He worked in a t-shirt shop at a strip mall two towns over pressing logos and pics on tee’s. He was thin and wiry almost, but not quite, to the point of looking emaciated. His face was all sharp angles, nose long and lips thin. His nearly-hairless body bore a series of haphazard cheap tattoos and he was heavily pierced. One eyebrow, lower lip, a thick ring between the nostrils, a series of small ones along each hugely-gauged ear, both nipples, navel, another heavy one looped through his piss hole and a trail running down the underside of his dick. The cock itself looked as it belonged to another body: long, plump and cut.
“Bro, wished I had a dad like yours,” the excited teen raved as he excitedly shifted from one now-bare foot to the other while toying with his meat, which was already filling out.
“He’s a fuckin’ whore for dick,” Ryder acknowledged, noticing for the first time that Bud’s short and chewed fingernails were all painted jet black. “So, like the invite stated we’re filming this for the site. We can block out your face if you want. It’s up to you.”
“Fuck that!” Bud exclaimed enthusiastically. “I want for all my buds to see me fuckin’ the macho dad.”
“Shoulda brought ‘em with ya,” Ryder replied.
“And have to share this shit with them? Fuck, no!”
“You can do anything you want with him,” Ryder advised. “If he gives you any shit I’ve got a gag ready for him.”
“Kewl!” Bud was all revved up and ready to fuck. His dick was standing up and out hard as a nail at its full nine inches. It was a wonder it wasn’t weighted down with all that jewelry adorning its length. Hmmmmm, Ryder thought. That was something for him to consider.
Axel felt his balls tightening with fiery pleasure and knew his release was imminent. After only a few more gut-wrenching thrusts he arched his back, planted his dick deep and fired off thick jets of hot sperm into Alex’s fuck hole. The loud wail emanating from his widely open mouth, otherwise barely visible with all the wily facial hair surrounding it, was guttural. Alex was breathless, excitedly feeling the huge cock wildly expanding in his clutching pussy and shooting its heavy load of hot man-juice.
“Great pussy,” Axel complimented in his gravelly voice as he pulled back and squeezed residual cum directly onto Alex’s retreating pussy lips. He was barely off the bed before Bud excitedly jumped into his place. “Hi, Macho Dad. I’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are.” With horror, Alex looked up between the wide spread of his legs at the freakish looking teen with all his piercings, tattoos, painted nails and spiked blue Mohawk. He saw the big, heavy cock laden with jewelry and, fearful of being internally ripped by it, shook his head in the negative. Despite the macho dad’s reticence, Bud fully intended to have him.
Holding his cock by the base Bud jabbed it into Alex’s hole. Already warmed up by the trucker, the pussy accepted it easily. Bud continued to thrust the head and a few short inches in, completely out, then in again, snickering as he tested the waters. Alex felt the cold brass of the metalhead’s genital jewelry stimulating his anal tissue. His cock throbbed. Bud kept up his pussy teasing before all at once, when Alex least expected it, he thrust his organ as deeply as he could up Alex’s ass. Without pausing he proceeded to pound the bound man with a fury.
Alex’s fists clenched and he fought his bonds, his big muscles flexing. Gnashing his teeth, his head twisted from side to side and there was the look of agony on his handsome face. Ryder, capturing the expressions in close format with his videocam, was ecstatic. His teen cock was rigid and knocking at the zipper for release. Bud fucked with a fury, apparently attempting to punish his victim with that heavily pierced dick. He was literally pounding Alex into the mattress when two more arrivals appeared in the doorway.
Sweets and Flash, both members of the Sleazy Riders motorcycle gang, wore heavy denim sleeveless club vest-jackets over bare chests, jeans and black steel-toed boots. Sweets was short and heavily built, head thoroughly shaved; Flash, taller with impressively muscled arms, long-hair tied back in a pony and covered by a bandana. Sweets sported a goatee; Flash, a bushy beard and ‘stache. Both were adorned with multiple, artistic tattoos, unlike Bud’s cheap mish-mosh of ink. Rings of silver were on every finger of each hand. Their presence and wide-legged stance was formidable.
Ryder left filming to his cohorts while he introduced himself and spewed the usual disclaimer about facial recognition. The bikers had recognized him from the Macho Dad site, shook his hand and slapped him on the back, spilling praise for his web site. The Sleazy Riders, as it turned out, were a hardcore bi-sexual Club with no preference to where they stuck their dicks, as long as the sex was raunchy. The entire Club had been wanting to do a guy like Alex since they’d viewed the first video.
Hastily disrobing everything except for their jackets, which bore the insignia of the Club, they stroked their dicks to hardness while shouting vulgar words of encouragement to Bud. Ryder took to filming again, capturing the two as they salaciously watched the action. Flash sported a mighty cock of eight-to-nine inches while Sweets’ was more in the six-to-seven inch range, but quite thick. Sideline observation grew thin so Flash, figuring Bud had gotten enough of the macho dad, advanced on the scene. Wrapping a heavily muscled and tattooed forearm around Bud’s trim waist he pulled the metalhead off the prey, tossed him to the side and took his place. In a, well, flash his stiff cock was buried in Alex’s squirming pussy. Alex looked on with a mixture of horror and elation as the bawdy biker fucked his hole. But not long. His line of vision was blocked when Sweets worked himself through the ropes securing Alex, turned to face his buddy and squatted down, dropping his nutsac into Alex’s astonished mouth.
His nose was in Sweets’ funky t’aint as he did what came naturally, licking and sucking on the hairy basket. Sweets wrapped a multi-ringed hand around his thick dick and stroked himself while he tea bagged Alex. Aspiring cinematographer Weebs caught it all as Ryder’s father’s tongue lapped along the seam of the chunky biker’s scrotum, sucked one bloated orb into his mouth, then the other, almost devouring the entire package. Protégé Damien was revolving around the bed, capturing the action in almost dizzying point of view. Following Ryder’s example he’d shucked his shirt a long while ago and was now working on the clasp of his shorts while steadying the camera. Now clad barely in his briefs with his hardon attempting to find a way out he squatted down, then rose up on a chair, filming everything from different angles. Later, Weebs would praise him for his inventive camera work.
Showing no mercy, Flash brutally pounded Alex’s ass. Each thrust was like a punch to Alex’s guts. Flash’s tattooed hands were on the macho dad’s taut hamstrings as he repeatedly heaved into him. Each crashing blow had Alex more aggressively chomping on Sweet’s scumbag. Sweets had viewed each entry in the Macho Dad series and had been hoping for this opportunity for a while. Sweets’ sticky, hairy ass hole was throbbing. Sliding forward, he ran his t’aint over Alex’s lips. Dispensing with the preliminaries Alex rammed his tongue up the biker’s sweaty shitter. Sweets’ big, hairy body went rigid, his goatee-framed mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. Alex proceeded to tonguefuck the grasping hole for all his worth.
Flash was in fuck frenzy, pile driving his impressive girth through Alex’s steamy dad hole. His hips bucked as he repeatedly pumped the manly, inviting ass. Macho dad had a divine pussy. Doing him proved to be far better than watching on a device. Nothing Flash liked better than fucking a good looking pig bottom, as Alex was proving himself to be by so slovenly tonguing Sweets’ nasty asshole. This guy would be a hit with the Club.
All at once Sweets lifted himself from Alex’s face, grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back. Spitting directly into Alex’s open mouth, he grasped his cock and shoved it between the macho dad’s open lips. As Flash fucked from one end, Sweets handled the other. Elated with the way things were turning out Ryder followed Damien’s cue and stripped down to his underwear. It was getting quite steamy in this cheap motel room. Ryder opted not to turn on the air conditioning---assuming that it even worked---so as to make these wanton fuckers all steamy and sweaty. It was already smelling like a locker room.
On the sidelines Bud was getting antsy. All hopped up with excitement he couldn’t stand still. He wanted back in on the action in the worst way. He stroked his teen dick as he paced around, squatting down at times to get a bird’s eye view of biker cock in macho dad’s ass and mouth. He would have been happy to sink into either of them. Bud still hadn’t gotten his nut.
Through it all more expectant followers arrived. A guy of about forty wearing a track suit accompanied by a young man of early twenties, a father-and-son team. Right on their heels was a black granddad with a teen about Ryder’s age. Ryder paused filming to greet them. As it turned out the later was nineteen and the black man indeed was his grandpop. Both duos opted for anonymity, the father-and-son being married men with the customary wedding ring to prove it.
Flash fucked out his load first, filling Alex’s bowels with creamy biker cum. Sweets followed suit, shooting his cream against the back of Alex’s mouth. Alex greedily gulped down the offering and sucked on the cock as if wanting more. Before getting off the used cumdump both bikers spat on Alex again, several times, slapped their spent cocks against his ass and face, respectively, and moved away for the next group. Before anyone else could lay claim Bud was back on the mattress with his face in the spread of Alex’s ass working his pierced tongue into the used hole and sucking out the spent load. When he’d satisfied his hunger he motioned for the father/son to take over.
Already stripped down they approached Alex, who raised his head to interestedly watch. The father, not much older than Alex, lifted the macho dad up so that his son could squirm in beneath him. Once the young married man was in position Dad rested him down on his son, whose arms came around to encircle Alex’s muscular chest. Dad took hold of his son’s seven-and-a-half inch circumcised cock and brought it to Alex’s slick pussy, The cock easily slipped in. Then Dad crawled on knees between the spread of Alex’s thick thighs and pressed his dickhead against the point of entry. It took some doing but eventually his dick slid along the underside of his son’s far up into Alex’s now-stuffed pussy. Alex groaned, chewed on his lower lip and sweat.
Dad did all the work, fucking his son’s buried meat as well as Alex’s hot and succulent hole. The son’s hands were all over Alex’s torso and chest, marveling at the macho dad’s manly physique. His fingers latched on to Alex’s erect tit nubs, squeezing, pinching and twisting. Dad used a nice, easy pace sliding his dick through Alex’s stretched ass mouth and deep into the seemingly bottomless chasm. The duo was adept at double fucking, having practiced with casual pick-ups from the time the son was eighteen. It was almost a rite of passage for them. Never had they engaged in sexual activity solely with each other. It was always through a willing conduit.
They came at exactly the same time, as if they had practiced. Two voluminous loads of dad/son cock cream scoured Alex’s insides. The slimy petals of Alex’s pussy had barely gathered when the black grandson climbed aboard. Several more Macho Dad followers had arrived. Rather than constantly being interrupted, Ryder had just left the door wide open for anyone to join the party. Each of them hastily stripped down and fondled their junk while the black grandfather and grandson molested the macho dad. Including Bud and the bikers, who had stayed around possibly for seconds, there were many salaciously watching as the grandfather and grandson took turns pumping Alex’s ready asshole.
Outside, the door of the room next to the target area opened and a man stepped out, lit up a cigarette and casually strolled in the direction of the busy room. He was a scurvy looking type with longish, scraggly hair, unshaved and dressed in worn sweatpants and a yellowed, stained t-shirt. Just the type to make this shoddy place his residence. The guy meandered on taking his cigarette stroll and not at all sure footed. Had been drinking cheap liquor. When he had just passed the room next to him with the open door he paused, did a double take, and returned to it. Looked to him like a party was going on. Tossing his cigarette he entered the bowels of the room to join the others gathered there. He scanned the assembled group, all of them sporting raging hardons. Must be some ‘ho in there taking on all comers, he figured. Joining in, he pulled his rotted t-shirt up over his head and had it stretched across his upper back. His chest was puny and sunken, but he had the largest nipples ever seen on a guy. Pulling down his sweats to just under his junk he uncovered a remarkably large cock, a real jewel encased in a much-overgrown crotch patch.
More guests piled into the room, pushing Scruffy farther forward. Looking behind he saw that the place was packed. There had to be better than thirty guys of all ages, colors and sizes. Forging onward through the mostly nude male bodies he found himself near the center of the action. There an able-bodied, hogtied stud was getting double dicked, this time by a black silver dad and a younger version of that old man. Their dicks alternated, plundering the man’s asshole. Scruffy blinked once, then once more, hardly believing his eyes. Sure, he’d been nipping at the bottle, but not enough to have this kind of hallucination!
The granddad came first, which seemed to set off the grandson. Two others had muscled in at the head of the bed and were slapping their hard cocks against Alex’s face from both sides. Alex captured one in his mouth and slovenly sucked before turning to give the other the same treatment while his colon was being doused with man seed. Alex was in paradise. What other cock loving man wouldn’t be? He was devouring not one, but two, nice juicy cocks, another was jack hammering his pussy, all while someone else had joined in to give him some pretty decent head. What more could he possibly ask for? Instead of opposing Ryder he should be thanking him for the sometimes questionable paces his son put him through. He might not otherwise have found himself in this enviable position. Alex went from dick to dick, taking one down to the groin, releasing it and then giving the same treatment to the other. Both of these men, whoever they were, were amply gifted. So was the one battering his rectum. He had no idea who any of them were. He could only hope that none of them, or any of the other murmuring male voices in the room, which seemed to be a-plenty, recognized him.
Throughout the mysterious donor’s contractions Alex had taken to sucking the two cocks more voraciously. They were steel-hard, their distended veins throbbing with excited blood. He was certain they were both about to shoot. As he sucked one, he heard the other man begin a low, rising groan. Quickly, he spat out the dick he was working on and capped the crown of the other. It was not a moment too soon, for the moment his lips were locked around the rim it began spewing its seed. Hot, wet cum exploded into his sucking mouth. He gulped and gulped, desperate to keep up with the heavy load and savoring the heady taste.
Just then the other man came, spurting a creamy load across the side of his face. Alex was quick to release the one and devour the other before he lost any more of the precious fuck sauce. Ryder was in his glory. Dad looked especially slutty with a cumload all over his handsome face. Alex kept sucking until the cock went dry. And then he was in the throes of orgasm. With both cockheads rubbing against his cheeks, stubbled with a day’s growth of beard, Alex panted huskily, ground his teeth and thrust his loins up into the cocksucker’s mouth. His churning cumload exploded, whitewashing some anonymous stud’s tonsils. Alex thrashed about in his bonds as Ryder and the other boys filmed him in close-up range.
Alex was next claimed by Scruffy, the motel resident. Scruffy Guy might not have much else going for him. He was way too thin and reeked of beer and marijuana. But despite all else, he had the dick of death protruding from his matted loins. Alex figured there had to have been more than ten inches charging through his well-used pussy. He was grateful when some unidentified male yanked his head backward and shoved his cock straight down his throat, effectively blocking Alex’s view of the welfare resident. This barbarian’s prick tasted like a combination of raw meat, sweat and piss. His heavy and hairy scrotum pounded against the bridge of Alex’s nose as he plundered his gullet. Forcibly fucked from both ends, Alex was in his glory. Just so Ryder didn’t realize how thrilled he really was, Alex made a show of resisting the bonds holding him in place, flexing his screaming arm and hamstring muscles in the process.
Although he’d just gotten his rocks off Alex’s dick was still steel-hard and begging for attention. When Scruffy felt himself at the point of no return he took Alex’s horn in a stranglehold as he added his jizz to the overload already contained there. Alex thrust his groin upward, attempting to get the skeevy character to at least jerk him, but Scruffy was already pulling out and clearing the place for another. And another. They kept coming, sometimes two and three at a time. While he couldn’t see his watch Alex figured it had been hours. By the time three black Muslims stepped up to the plate, wearing their trademark rounded skullcaps---and not much else---Alex’s jaws and asshole were comfortably numb. Good thing too, because all three were stereotypically hung like stallions. At least a combined yard of thick black meat assaulted his pussy and his esophagus. They came like horses, too, drowning his gullet and pussy in outrageous amounts of hot cum and fucking him into another orgasm.
After the final wave of web fans had departed Sammi, the stoner night desk clerk at the motel, stopped in to check on the damage. “Whoa!” he exclaimed, his wire-rimmed glasses practically fogging over when he saw the exhausted, trussed up stud leaking copious amounts of cum from his gaping asshole and the sides of his mouth.
“Wanna join us for the finale?” Ryder asked, confident of what his answer would be. Taking out their teen cocks, all four boys and Bud, who had excitedly hung around to see this to the end, took a place around a fucked-out Alex on the bed and jerked their cocks as they spewed obscene and insulting vitriol at the macho dad. It quickly became a five-teen Round Robin, with Bud laying claim to Alex’s pussy first while Ryder face fucked his dad. Weebs and Damien were to one side of the exhausted stud and Sammi to the other. Except for Bud and Sammi the others still had their videocams focused on the action. Bud fucked Alex’s cum soaked hole with a fury, giggling as he plundered the hot hole. The wheel turned and Damien was fucking Ryder’s father while Sammi gagged Alex with his Slim JIm. Another spin and Bud had his multi-ringed cock down Alex’s throat while fat Weebs fucked his pussy. On and on it went until each was approaching the point of release. Abandoning Alex’s pleasure holes they all knelt close to him, frantically jerking their cocks.
All came within seconds of each other, drenching Alex’s hard, muscular, heaving body in young cum as their cams recorded everything. When all had stepped away Ryder made the rounds of the helpless victim with his handheld, getting excellent footage of his construction-worker dad bathed in, and oozing, cum.
It took the five of them to assist him to the car. Bud and Ryder exchanged digits before the young freak departed. Damien followed the others in the one he’d borrowed from his father. With one boy on each side of him---Alex’s arms stretched across their shoulders---they walked him into the house with only the towel “borrowed” from the motel tied loosely around his waist. It had been too problematic to dress him.
Macho Dad had just unwittingly reached the pinnacle of his porn career. As Ryder lay in bed that evening, casually stroking his teen meat with a satisfied grin on his face and pleased to have made a new friend in Bud, he was already pondering a scenario which would make this recent one appear vanilla. What atrocities could he next introduce his fag dad to?
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