Making Dads My Slave Bitches

These Stories are completely fictional stories based on stories that have been passed around over the years. No one in these stories is a real person and situations in these stories are completely coincidental.

Freeballing

Every Sunday the good wives of Simi Valley, CA go to church. They drag their sons and daughters with them… and many of the husbands go with them, but some stay home like Mr Lewis.

I woke up that Sunday morning to the sound of my Dad fucking some dude he brought home last night. Ever since mom split to marry my Stepfather. My dad has been able to explore his poly pansexuality, He has been with all genders… he does have a preference for dudes both cis and trans… and some NB who look like men and act like men… but are genderless who present as masculine. My Dad is fun and a great buddy… terrible parent. damn he sucks at Dad things. He will sometimes send a trick to my room for a morning fuck, so there is that.

Both my parents are terrible parents. My mother cares about money and herself. Once she married step dad she moved to Malibu. We gave up on the illusion of visitation years ago. Our weekends consisted of never seeing each other and me buying stuff I didn’t need. i still use the credit card and she never says anything about it.

Dads best friend of 26 years is a trans man named Lucky that lives with us. I think they used to fuck when Lucky still thought he was a confused lesbian. TBH Lucky moved in about 9 years and is pretty much the only parent I ever had. For the record lucky is the only man I will ever call Daddy.

I had a massive boner. Probably from the sound of dad fucking. Get the incest thought out of your mind. I never had sex with Dad or Daddy… it actually repulses me. It was the sex noises anything sex related gives an 18 yo a boner… it’s science. I went straight to my bathroom shower, which was in the hall. Dad and I had rooms on the same floor and since it was a Queer Frat House/ Brothel/ Sex Club for all intensive purposes, me walking around naked with a boner was not unusual.

I started the shower and waited for the water to get just right. I popped in and started to piss all over myself. For all the water sports this house has seen I think the pipes will survive. I took a quick shower I had plans this morning for some fun.

As I left the bathroom, the door to masterbaitor bedroom opened dad was there in the doorway checking to see it was clear. I could see last nights company jaw drop when he/they/ I’ll find out later saw me. Dad was standing there in his old AC/DC T-shirt and that was it because his horse dick was flopped between his legs. We only have three things in common DNA, Queer, and horse dicks… I have a slightly bigger dick but he is 5’6” so his looks bigger, they don’t call him tri pod for nothing. Dad has straight black hair with a white streak, he is skinny and has dark brown eyes. He is covered in tattoos, black nail polish, and black eye liner. He looks like he should be in a heavy metal band… but he is a game programer and comic book geek. He makes great money, why we never left upper middle class hell for Los Angeles never made sense.

“Whats up dude? Sorry about the noise.” he looked back at his trick “Hey Zaven… do you want my son to fuck you before you go… he’s legal.” Zaven looked horrified and meekly said “No thank you, he isn’t my type.” I think I scared them because I must look like every guy who made their life hell. I almost told him that I am the guy who makes the bullies life hell when they fuck with queers…. but I didn’t. I only said “Cool, I hope too see you again Zaven.”

I had laid out what I was wearing… sports wear. striped tube sicks, Nikes, stripper briefs, gray sweat pants, tight tank top, and a gray zipper hoodie. I got dressed quickly and went down stairs.

There Lucky was in the living room watching CNN drinking black coffee and eating plain oatmeal. Lucky yelled out “Halt! inspection.”… “OK, your wearing underwear. You can go.” he gave me a smile. I left thought the garage… pop off the stripper briefs… in pocket… close garage door button… free balling. When pulling a stunt timing is everything. Lucky did not like me freeballing. When I told you about buying stuff… the stripper briefs was one of those things.

The sun is out and the dicks are swinging. If I could get away being naked I would do it. I love the feeling of the air on my skin. As I jog I imagine myself naked.

On Sundays in Simi you will find a lot of the dads living their redneck fantasy. They are sitting on a couch in their garage with the garage door open. They would’ve a cooler with a TV on. For a boy like me it is perfect situation. Shut the garage door and lets fuck why the wife and kids are at church. It is a dirty secret of Simi Valley a lot of those married men of Simi Valley have sex in their garages and I had regulars who sometimes had a friend.

I found myself getting closer to the Lewis house. I fluffed myself real quick. I could see his garage door was open.

“Hey there, Mr Lewis. How are you is Joey home?” I knew Joey wasn’t home. He hated church but loved the priest… especially the priests dick. Sunday religious counseling lol.

I scratched my balls and “accidentally” touched my dick. Mr Lewis was one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…. dickmatized. That big big ass is mine.

“Joey is at church with his mom.” he said in a barely restrained manner

“Cool, see you later Mr Lewis.” and I ran off. I left that Daddy alone with his tiny dick and left hand.

I ran down the street and made a left on Fuller. To Mr Katsefaukus House (I always spell his name wrong.). Mr K was built like a hairy brick shit house. His friend Pauly who is a 20 yo twink who lives with his parents is his opposite. If the garage door is open and they are both there… they want a third and it is first cum first served. I walked straight in closed the garage door and whipped my dick out. Mr K was instantly on my dick. He is Fuller cum hole. Pauly pulled down his pants and played with his 8” dick and started jacking it off and slapping his stretched balls.

We changed position. I sat at the far end if the couch and Mr K gobbled up my cock as Pauly on he other end started eating Mr Ks big hairy ass. In porn Daddies are tops, in real life boys tend to be the tops. The Daddy top is a fun fantasy but the bottom dad is so much better. Mr K was moaning on my cock. Pauly started stretching Mr. Ks hole with toys he brought from home… slapping Mr Ks ass. Mr K was into it because he started deep throating my ass. I started fucking Mr Ks ass and as I did that Pauly slid his 8” cock up Mr Ks ass… I will give Pauly credit he knows how to fuck and he brakes a big gay myth. A femme gay twink can be a power top. He owned that ass and I could tell Mr K lived for that dick.

Pauly and I changed places… Pauly kicked back as Mr K sucked his dick as I slid my meat up inside Mr Ks guts. He gasped as I pushed it all the way in… I know how Mr K loves getting fucked… slowly stick it all the way up in him… rest then a gradual pace and build up speed…. faster… harder…. slow down… go deep…. rest… pound his ass…. slower…. slower…. fuck he knows how to bottom because he opens up… clamps down and his ass quivers.

Pauly and Mr K started making out while I fucked Mr K… it was so hot watching that and knowing that Pauly was about to cum. Pauly pushed Mr Ks head down so every drop of cum was swallowed down.

I kept working Mr Ks hole… I could feel myself about to fill myself cum. Just as Pauly shot his load, Mr K shot his load and I shot my load up that hot muscle bear ass. We were spent…. for now… I can fuck again in about 20 minutes, 5 minutes if motivated.

As I walked back to my house. I thought about Pauly and Mr. K kissing. I only kiss Joey. I don’t think I ever kissed anyone but Joey on the mouth.