My Papi

I’d see Armando once a month for my haircut and a fuck session that sometimes Miguel joined in. We were all busy with our lives to socialize for anything else, so I was surprised when Miguel texted me if I could visit him at the Soho restaurant he worked at. I got there at 11:00 PM as it was closing down. Miguel was in his chef’s uniform and took me to his office.

“I have an idea that I thought would be good for Armando’s anxiety and mood swings. I talked it over with his therapist who thinks it would be beneficial. I need your help.” He explained what he had in mind and I agreed.

A few days later, I was at their great place in Harlem. We were drinking glasses of a fine red wine. “Babe, I know this is going be intense for you, but we trust each other” said Miguel to Armando.

“What’s up? Why so serious?” laughed Armando.

The downstairs door buzzed, and Miguel buzzed back. Soon there was a knock at the door, Miguel went to it and let my father in.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” yelled Armando.

“I think this will be good for you and us. Keep things fresh like we both like. You know you never got over the past. You can’t. You’ve told me you think     about all that stuff all the time. If it wasn’t for your mother, you’d still be doing all that. I’m glad we met, and this will be an adventure we’ll enjoy together.”

“You want me to go? I’ll go” said my father who was now sitting on the couch and had his dick out and was stroking it.

“No. Don’t go Francisco” said Armando.

“Get the fuck down on this dick that made you what you are, like I taught you.”

Armando sunk to his knees with tears streaming down his face. “That’s it, puta” said my father. “Look me in the eye!” It was a profound experience beyond just sex as the two were together for the first time many years. My father sat upright, radiating charisma as the lowered and lowly Armando hypnotically worshiped my father’s mighty dick and triumphant balls with his lips and tongue. Their passion was palpable. My father had been thrilled when I told him what Miguel had in mind and was eager to attend.

This breathtaking sight went on for quite a while. I decided it was time for to get in on it and sat down next to my father and took my dick out. “Bitch, get busy on me!” I yelled, and Armando began stroking my dick as he sucked my father. Miguel stayed in the room watching. The idea was Armando would have a special family time. Armando went between sucking and stroking me and my father like a soulless machine devoid of humanity. His only purpose being to pleasure his superiors.

“Get us ready to fuck you” said my father. Armando was like a robot and got up and got a bottle of lube and greased up our dicks. He started taking his clothes off. My father handed him a black jockstrap and Armando put it on and lubed his hole and led us to the bedroom. He got on all fours and my father fucked the hell out of him. Cursing and yelling.

“You missed this dick puta?” “YES!” “You love it don’t you?” “YES!” “Damn right you do! I’m the man who broke you in! What do you say?” “THANK YOU!” “You want me to come back and fuck you again?” “YES! PLEASE!” “You’re all fancy now but you know you’re really a whore who belongs back in that basement on your knees and bending over for anyone who’ll drop a few bucks!” “Right?” “YES! THAT’S WHAT I AM!”  Miguel jerked himself off.

My father came and pulled out. “Papi! This bitch is still nice and tight” I yelled as I shoved my dick in Armando and felt my father’s hot cum inside. “You lucky bitch! Getting dicked up by father and son!” I pounded and pounded as Armando babbled. I was getting close. “You hungry bitch? You want my juice?” “YES!” “YES WHAT?” “PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOU!” “That’s what I want to hear!” I pulled out and Armando turned around, opened his mouth and took in my rock solid piece that had just been up his ass and had my father’s cum on it. He sucked it like a maniac, and I shot a gusher that he gulped down. “That’s how it’s done!” yelled my father.

 Armando was a sweated up mess. He got up. We lay back in the bed and he returned with wet towels and reverently cleaned our dicks and balls.

Miguel, my father and I were sitting on chairs in the living room. We were nude, with our soft dicks our big balls, sipping red wine. Armando stayed behind in the bedroom.

“I want you to know I don’t hold anything against you or anybody” Miguel said to my father. “There was a fem boy in my family that put out for everybody. That’s how it goes. I want Armando to have what he couldn’t admit he wants.”

“We’re cool” said my father. “I’m glad for him that he got himself a great man like yourself and happy to help you all out. Anytime!” he laughed. “It was too bad about what went down with his mother. Everybody liked him and missed him. He gave most of the cousins their first head and their first time fucking was with him. They learned how to use their dicks and how to act like a man with him.”

“When his dad put him to work, we all put the word out to guys we knew that he’d give them a good time that wouldn’t cost much. That basement got a lot of traffic! He was a great earner. His dad was able to buy a house back home with what he brought in and make a donation to the church.”