Stepdad's Birthday

WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy.

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Chapter 2

I've never felt more content than sleeping naked nestled up against my stepdad, his muscular arm wrapped around me, hand resting on my bare chest, my ass pressed against his dick that had just dominated my ass, the feeling of his warm breath against my neck, and the bedsheets smelling of a mix of manly sweat and sex.  Throughout the night, he would periodically kiss my neck and my cheek lightly as he hugged me, pulling me more tightly into his manly body.  I never wanted the night to end.

As a stream of light started shining into the room through the window, I felt some movement behind me, some gentle grinding against my ass.  And then his hand slowly started running lower down my chest, across my stomach until it was wrapped around my dick, already stiff with morning wood.  He squeezed gently, testing whether I was awake, and I could feel his hard cock now pressed against my cheeks.

Any worries I had that he'd regret crossing the line with me last night quickly faded away.  I moaning lightly, grinding my hips to push my ass back into his dick, feeling him respond in kind.  

He then reached down, parting my cheeks and positioning his cock against my hole.  I moaned again, reaching back behind me to grab his muscular ass, pulling him toward me.  

"I'm going to fuck you, son," he whispered into my ear, kissing it and then nibbling it lightly, sending shivers down my body as I felt his dick slide into me, still lubed up from the inside with his massive load from the night before.

He continued slowly thrusting his cock into me from behind, running his hands all over my body from behind.  As he kissed my neck, I could feel his rough stubble against my skin.  I kept my eyes closed, somewhat still groggy but also wanting to focus on the intense sensation of my stepdad manhandling me.

I lifted my leg a little, letting him get a better angle with his cock.  He picked up the pace, and I turned my face as he grabbed my neck, pulling me back to kiss him passionately.  Our mouths stayed locked, his dick now jackhammering me from behind.  

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, son...." he moaned through our kiss, and before he could get the words out, I felt his dick pulsing in my ass as he delivered another deposit of his daddy seed into his boy's ass.  Although it was quick, it felt absolutely amazing, and I knew that our relationship was going to grow even closer.

He hugged me tightly, leaving his dick inside me.  "Mmmm, son...Sorry, I just couldn't resist after waking up feeling your bubble butt ass against my cock."

"It felt amazing, dad," I responded.

"Love you, son," he said, running his fingers through my hair.

"Love you too, dad," I said, unable to contain the smile on my face.

We both then drifted back to sleep, my dad's dick still lodged inside me.

I woke up about 45 minutes later as he stirred, rolling over onto his back, causing his dick to slide out of me.  I rolled over, resting my head on his muscular chest, running my hand across his torso, exploring every ripple of his muscles.

"We should probably get up, son," he said.

"Nooo, let's just stay here all day," I whined, joking.

"Come, on, let's get some breakfast.  I think we both worked up an appetite," he said, tussling my hair as we both sat up to get out of bed.

He stood with his back to me and reached out to stretch, giving me an amazing view of his ass, muscular legs and back.  He walked over to the window, his dick flopping around freely.

"Hey, son, look at that.  It's snowing!"  One thing about living in the southern part of the midwest was that one day it can be 55 degrees and sunny outside, and the next, it's snowing.  Another thing about living here is that if there is any snow accumulation, the whole city shuts down and it's absolute chaos on the roads.

"Guess we're snowed in.  Ah shucks, dad!  Don't worry, I'll take care of you," I said in a mock kid voice, walking up behind him to look out the window, wrapping my arms around him from behind, letting my hands slowly slide down to his crotch while my face was pressed into his muscular back.

He turned to face me, looking down and noticing I was hard again.  He gently grabbed my face with both hands and leaned down to kiss me, our tongues lapping against each other.

He pulled back, smiling, looking me in the eyes.  "Why don't you go make us some coffee.  I'm going to go rinse off."

I realized I was acting like a giddy teenager, but I couldn't help myself.  I wanted my hands all over him, to be connected with him like we had all night.  But I knew I'd get to spend the whole day with him, especially if this snow continued, so I nodded and headed off to brew us a cup of coffee.  

I poured two cups and sat down at the kitchen table waiting for my stepdad.

I heard him coming down the hall, and it sounded like he was talking on the phone.

"Yeah, honey, he's right here.....Yeah, it was an amazing day.  I of course missed you, but we got some quality father/son time in.  Caleb took good care of me," he said, looking up at me and winking.  But then his facial expression changed.  "Wait, are you serious?"  He turned to look out the window.  "But it's not even that bad here.....Ah, babe, that's terrible....Yeah, I know...."  Then he turned back to me and handed me the phone.

"Hey mom, how's Dubai?" I asked.

"Hey hon.  Listen, I just got a message from the airline that my flight tomorrow is cancelled because of the snow storm rolling in today.  They're shutting the airport down apparently, saying it's gonna be bad there.  The next flight back isn't until the 26th."

"What? But, mom, you're supposed to be back before Christmas!" I looked over at Tom, who had a sympathetic look on his face.  I knew he must be upset too that the three of us wouldn't be together on Christmas.

"I know, I'm sorry, Caleb.  Who knew a bloody snowstorm would roll in at the worst time.  I'll get back as soon as I can, and we can all celebrate as a family....So, Tom said you guys had a fun day yesterday for his birthday....Is he just saying that?"

"Haha, no, it actually was a nice day. We had a lot of fun.  He definitely wore me out though," I said, shooting him a wink as he watched on.  

"Well, I'm glad.  Hopefully you two will continue to get along, and not get cabin fever getting snowed in," she said.

"Oh I'm sure we will be able to entertain ourselves," I said, running my foot up Tom's leg under the table, causing him to almost spit his coffee out.

"Love you too, mom.  Be safe," I said before hanging up.

"Sorry, kiddo.  I really wanted all of us to be together for our first Christmas as a family, son," he said, leaning over the table to grab my hand.

"I'm sorry too.  I know it's your first Christmas as a married couple.  We can all just celebrate Christmas again when she gets back," I said.  He nodded in agreement.

"I'm starving, shall we make some eggs and bacon?" he asked.  We both got up and as I grabbed the eggs and package of bacon from the fridge, he was wrapping an apron around his waist, which covered the front, but left his muscular perky ass showing in the back.

"You should start a cooking show with that outfit.  You'd definitely lock down the gay viewers," I laughed.

"Hot daddy?" he joked, spinning around to show off.

"Smokin' hot daddy," I called out, handing him the eggs as he slapped me lightly on my bare ass.  Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have the house to ourselves for a couple more days.

After he tossed the bacon into the skillet, his phone on the table rang.  He handed me the spatula and went to answer.  "Oh hey, man.....No shit, I guess it's really getting bad.  Deb's flight got cancelled, so she's gonna miss Christmas....You think you can drive in it?.....Just me and Caleb, we're hanging out....No, really, it's ok....ok, text me."

He turned to me.  "That was Ricky.  He lost power at his house from the storm.  I told him he could come over here and wait it out.  That ok with you?"

"Does that mean we have to put clothes on?" I joked.  While disappointed we'd have an interloper in the house, I certainly wouldn't want the guy to sit freezing in the dark.  "Just kidding.  Of course.  I hope the roads aren't too bad."

"Thanks, son.  Appreciate it."

We finished cooking and ate breakfast together, chatting about school and sports.

I put the dishes away in the sink and my stepdad stood up, pulling off his apron.  "You better go wash up, son, you smell like sweat and cum."

"Care to join me, daddy?" I asked, walking out of the kitchen grabbing my ass and shaking it, looking over my shoulder.

"Tempting, son, but I'm gonna get a fire going."

I went and took a shower, once again getting hard as the water ran across my dick, thinking about how crazy it was that my new dad had fucked me, twice.  I decided to save my load for later.  Hopefully, Ricky wouldn't be around for long, and I'd get some more quality alone time with dad.

I dried off and wrapped my towel around my waist, walking back down the hall to my bedroom, when I heard voices.  I walked into the living room, where Ricky and my dad were talking.  I noticed a big case of beer was was on the table.

"Hey, there, sport," Ricky turned to greet me.  "I see we're still going light on the clothes around here," he joked, looking down at my half naked body.

"Just us guys, right?" I laughed.

"So, guys.  For sleeping arrangements, Caleb, I thought you could bunk with me, and Ricky, you can take Caleb's room," dad said.  I struggled to contain my joy at hearing that suggestion, whereas any other teenage boy would protest vehemently at having to give his room up.

"What, you think Deb doesn't trust me in bed with you?" Ricky joked.  "I don't mind taking the couch, guys, since you're letting me crash here."

"No, it's no worry, Ricky, you can have my bed. I don't mind," I said, trying not to act too giddy at the opportunity to sleep in the same bed as my dad again.

"Alright, if you're cool with it.  Thanks, buddy," he said, patting me on the shoulder.  The feel of his firm calloused hands on my bare skin caused a stir in my dick.  I brushed it off in my head, knowing he was about the straightest guy I'd met, and my dad was my main crush at the moment.

"Caleb, why don't you go put some clothes on.  Ricky, you want to help me chop some wood for the fire?" dad said.

Ricky grabbed his coat and reached into the pocket, pulling out two cigars.  "I come bearing gifts!" He said, smiling widely.  My dad happily took one and they both made their way out to the back yard.

I went back to my room to get dressed, putting on some tight fitting jogger gym pants, a hoodie and a backwards ball cap.

When I got back to the living room, I looked out of the window at Ricky and my dad.  They were laughing and joking around, taking turns splitting wood with the ax while the snow continued to fall, cigars hanging out of their mouths.  My dick got rock hard just watching these two masculine studs just be a couple of hunky guys.

After watching them for another five minutes, I grabbed three bottles of beer from the case Ricky had brought over and went out to join them.

"Thought you might be getting thirty chopping all this wood," I said, handing each of them a bottle.  We all clinked the tops of our bottles and said cheers, then we all took a swig.

"Wanna give it a go, champ?" Ricky asked, reaching out to hand me the ax.

"Sure," I said.  I took the ax and, knowing they were both focused on me, swung down as hard as I could, causing the log to split, the pieces flying to the side and the ax sinking deep into the base.

"Goddamn! You fucking killed that, you stud!" Ricky hollered out, impressed at my strength.  "Alright, pops, you think you can do better than your boy?" he challenged my dad.  Put three athletes together and they will always figure out a way to create a competition.

"I guess the gloves are coming off," my dad said, pulling off his coat, revealing his tight white t-shirt.  "I'll admit, my new son is pretty strong, but he's got a ways to go to catch up to his dad," he continued, picking up the ax and positioning a log.  With his cigar hanging out of his mouth, and I swear his whole body was putting off steam in the cold air, he swung the ax around and flexed every muscle in his body, causing the wide log to split like a toothpick as he sunk the ax halfway into the base.

"Fuckin'-A, dad! Nice!" I yelled out.  Seeing this primal display of manly strength, I wanted to just pull my pants down and bend over for my beast of a dad.

"Alright, alright, not too shabby," Ricky said, cocky, pulling the ax out of the base like Arthur pulling the sword out of the stone and also shedding his jacket.  "But step back, ladies, and watch a real man handle this wood," he said, as he grabbed the widest log to position on the base.

"I'd like a chance to handle his wood," I leaned over and whispered to my dad as we stood back and watched.  He chuckled and elbowed me in the ribs.

Ricky swung the ax around and flexed his whole upper body as he brought it down into the log, but the ax got stuck about three quarters the way into it, causing my dad and I to erupt in laughter, teasing Ricky.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck off, assholes," he retorted.

"Guess my dad wins then!" I exclaimed, as he jokingly held his arms up, flexing his biceps in a show of strength.  Damn, he is such a stud, I thought to myself.

We stayed outside for a while longer, chatting and joking, each of us going through another round of beers. And every so often, he'd sneak in a quick grab of my ass or a peck on my cheek when Ricky wasn't looking.  It was nice having two older father figures who were also athletes to horse around with.  I was glad Ricky had come over, even if it meant I had to mostly keep my hands off my dad.

As we were coming back into the house, Ricky said, "Caleb, you mind if I borrow your shower to rinse off?"

"Sure, go ahead.  There are towels in there," I said.

As soon as Ricky rounded the corner to the bathroom, I turned to my dad, grinned, and dropped to my knees in the middle of the living room, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his amazing cock and going right for it with my mouth.

"Son, we can't.....oh.....fuck.....shiiiiiitttt.....that's so good," he moaned, his dick growing harder and larger with each heartbeat as my tongue swirled around his head and I took his massive cock straight down to the base.  He struggled to keep his moaning down.

I knew any hesitancy on his part was lost when I felt his large firm hand on the back of my head pulling me onto his now rock hard cock.  And with the pace that he was pulling me on and off his cock, I could tell he wasn't in the mood for a long and slow blow job.  He was full on fucking my face, and I was completely into it.

As he continued to hammer my mouth and throat, I reached around and grabbed his ass, feeling his glutes flex as he forced his dick into me, a deep and low groan accompanying each thrust.  As my nose continuously slammed into his crotch, I inhaled his masculine essence, stronger from the slight sweat he'd built up chopping wood earlier.  And with the taste of his precum hitting my tongue as his swollen head entered my mouth each time, my own dick was so hard it was about to burst.

At this speed, it didn't take long before he muttered, "Fuck, son, I'm about to cum."

Not having tasted his load last night or this morning, I was excited for his to blast one in my mouth, so I tightened my lips and my throat, pressing my tongue on the underside of his cock.  That did the trick, as I tasted the warm salty blast of his load start to fill my mouth and throat.

He struggled to contain himself, "Ahhhh, fuuuuuuckkkkkkk!!!!!" has he held my head down on his cock while he continued spraying loads of his seed into my mouth.  And fuck did it taste good.  Despite his having cum just a couple hours earlier, it was a big load, and I struggled to swallow fast enough so that it wouldn't seep out the sides of my lips.

While he finishing shooting, I pulled out my dick and started jacking it, wanting to cum while his cock was still in my mouth and his cum still on my tongue.

Right as I was about to shoot, he said, "Stand up, son."

I complied, releasing my lips from his dick, squeezing the last bit of cum from the tip.  To my surprise, just as I started to shoot, he leaned down and wrapped his lips around the head of my dick and held them there as I shot my load into his mouth.  Looking down and seeing my dad taking my load was one of the hottest things I'd seen, other than his masculine body on top of me the last two times he fucked me, of course.

After I finished cumming, still out of breath, and in a state of shock, he stood up and pulled me into him, kissing me sensually, the taste of both our loads mixing in our mouths and filling our senses.  I thought he would quickly pull away, but he held me tightly, his lips and stubble both rough and gentle at the same time.  I never wanted it to end.  But then we both heard the shower turn off, and we quickly separated, pulling up our pants right before Ricky rounded the corner with only a towel wrapped around him.

I was shocked by the view of Ricky shirtless, his bulky muscular torso was perfectly dusted with dark hair, his abs bulging and drawing the eye down to his groin, his dark pubes stick out above the white towel.  And his massive round shoulders framed his large biceps and triceps perfectly.  I was speechless.  I swear I saw the outline of a very large dick through the towel.

"What are you two boys up to?" he said, his dirty clothes in one hand.

"Just chatting," my dad finally answered.  I think both of us were still recovering from our intense orgasms.  Ricky nodded and headed into my room.

I turned to look at my dad, and as we locked eyes, I thought to myself, "Fuck, am I in love with this guy?" I was struggling to deal with my feelings.  I had thought it'd just be a hot fuck, but there was definitely something more.  This wasn't just sex and physical attraction for me. But I couldn't say anything to him, not wanting to fuck anything up with him and my mom.

And then he said it.  "Son, I probably shouldn't say this, but I think I'm falling in love you with.  Shit, I don't know what I'm saying, or feeling.  This is all so weird for me...No, not weird...Shit, I mean, new and different...Don't take that the wrong way," he continued to babble, trying to get the words out.  "...I mean, unexpected, but...amazing...I mean, you're amazing, and I can't stop thinking about you, and wanting to touch you, and feel you, and, yeah, fuck you, but like, more than fucking.  Shit, I don't know what I'm saying, and I'm probably freaking you out right now...."

I stepped forward until our faces were inches apart and looked in in the eyes.  "Dad, I literally was just thinking the same thing.  I love you too....like that....and I want all of you.  I want this."  

He exhaled in relief, smiling the cutest smile, and we kissed again, the remnants of our loads still in our mouths.  At that moment, nothing else mattered.

We parted lips, cautious of Ricky coming back into the room.  To lighten the mood, I joked, "And your hot daddy load did not disappoint."  He smiled and replied, "Yours didn't either," as he slapped my ass.  

He made his way into the kitchen, and after I processed what he'd just said, I realized that Ricky was probably half naked in my bedroom.

So I headed down the hall and turned to walk into my room, pushing the half-closed door open to see Ricky standing buck naked, looking down at his phone.  If his naked upper body had been impressive, his lower body stole the show.  His soft uncut cock hung down low, no less than eight inches, over his large ballsack, framed perfectly by his muscular quads, also covered in dark hair.

"Oh shit, sorry, Ricky.  I didn't realize you were still getting dressed," I said, trying to pretend like I was surprised, while also trying not to be too obvious in staring at his huge cock.

He glanced up from his phone.  "Oh, hey, champ.  Sorry, was just checking in with my neighbor to see if the power is back on." He made no attempt to cover up, exuding the masculine confidence of a master of the locker room.  "Still out on our street unfortunately, so looks like I'll be crashing here tonight."

"No worries, man," I said.  "I'll, uh, let you get dressed, and I'll come back and change later," I said, turning to leave.

"Nah, buddy, it's your room.  Go ahead.  Don't let me get in the way," he said, reaching to grab his towel and finish drying off.  

I nodded, making my way over to my dressed.  As he ran the towel under his balls and cock, I struggled not to gawk and get hard.

"So, you got a girl back at college?" he asked me, still running the towel over his muscular hairy body.  I guess my dad hadn't mentioned to him that I'm gay.  But I didn't mind.  I have to "come out" to folks quite often when they ask me questions assuming I'm straight.

"Actually, I'm gay," I replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  Didn't mean to assume," he said.

"No worries, man," I said, as I took my shirt and pants off.

"So, you got a guy back at college?  If not, one of our running backs is gay.  I could introduce you," he said.  While good intentioned, it was a pretty common thing for a straight person to want to introduce me to the one other gay person they knew, assuming that we'd immediately fall in love just because the two of us were gay.

"Thanks, man.  I appreciate it.  But I'm actually into older guys.  I've just recently started seeing a guy that I think is promising," I said, both to deflect having to hang out with the football player, but also to see how he'd react.

"Ah, I gotcha, buddy.  Right on," he said.  He didn't seem uncomfortable at all with me being gay.

And just then, my dad entered the room.  "Ah, perfect timing.  Both of you are undressed," he joked.  "So, gents.  A tradition in my family the night before Christmas Eve, with five of us boys, was for all of us to wear matching red and green underwear and tank tops," he said, as he tossed two pairs of red briefs and green tank tops on the bed.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding," Ricky blurted out.

"Tisk, tisk, Ricky.  While I had been planning this just for my new son and me, as an unexpected, but welcome, guest, your participation is requested," he joked.

"I'm game, dad!" I said, enthusiastically, reaching over to grab my set, and pulling off my own pair I'd been wearing.  My dad smiled, looking over at me as I pulled the red briefs on, taking time to tuck my cock into the pouch and run my fingers along the edges of the cloth as they cupped my ass.

"Well?  Ricky?" he said, tossing him his set.

"Jesus.  What the hell," he said, acquiescing.

"Attah boy!" my dad cheered on, as we both watched Ricky pull up the briefs and struggle to fit his massive soft dick and huge balls into the pouch.  As he was putting them on, I looked over at my dad and silently mouthed, "fuck, so hot," to him, causing him to smirk.

As Ricky and I pulled on our tank tops, we both turned to my dad and questioned why he wasn't wearing the same outfit.  He smiled, and undid his jeans, dropping them to reveal his matching red briefs, and then unbuttoned his shirt to show off his matching tank top.  I thought to myself that maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad hanging out with two muscular studs in just our briefs and tank tops.

"Perfect.  Now, I've got a frozen pizza in the oven...sorry, no delivery tonight...and thought we could watch a movie and have some pizza and beers in the living room.  Whatdya say, men?"

"Sounds good, dad!" I said.  Ricky also nodded in agreement and we made our way out of my bedroom.

As we were leaving, my dad wrapped his arm around me and leaned in to whisper to me, "I know what you're doing son.  As much as I'd like to watch that, Ricky is as straight as they come, so don't get your hopes up" as he reached down to squeeze my ass.

"Have you seen his cock?  A girl can dream," I joked as we made our way to the living room.

My dad pulled out the pizza from the oven and we carried in a few beers.  We picked a movie to watch, and I strategically placed myself between the two of them on the couch as we watched the movie, ate, and joked about the cheesy plot to the action movie.  Overall, it was a fun night hanging out with the two of them in our skimpy briefs and tank tops.

After the movie finished, I said I was going to go to bed.  The two of them stayed up, having a few more beers.  Before going back to my dad's bedroom, I decided to eavesdrop on their conversation to see what they'd talk about.

"So, how'd it go with that chick yesterday?" my dad asked Ricky.

"Bro, after all that work, she ended up just wanting to go home, so I got nothing.  I had such blue balls last night," Ricky said.

"That sucks, man."

"Yeah, I totally thought she was up for a fuck, or at least she'd blow me.  I've got a two day load that's killing me.  But I guess I shouldn't be complaining with your wife getting stranded.  I'm sure your balls are about to burst too, buddy," Ricky said.

"Yeah, hopefully she'll be back in a couple days," he said, deflecting.

"So, Caleb seems like a pretty cool kid.  I'm sure it's strange all of a sudden having a stepson," Ricky said.

"Yeah.  We actually have gotten to spend a lot of time together the last couple days. I'm pretty lucky to get to be his step dad," my dad said, causing me to smile.

"He mentioned to me earlier that he's gay," Ricky said.

"Deb told me early on to make sure I'm cool with it, which I obviously am.  I just want him to be comfortable being who he is around us, you know?"

"Yeah, that's important.  I'm sure he's gone through a lot coming out," Ricky said.  "I offered to introduce him to Stephen, but he said he's into older guys..."

"And?"

"Nothing, man.  I'm just saying," Ricky said.

"Saying what??"

"Have you ever gotten head from a guy before?" Ricky asked, surprising me.

"Have you?" my dad asked back, still deflecting, rather effectively.

"Bro, I will tell you this, but if you ever tell another soul, I will fucking punch you in the nuts so hard...." Ricky said, as my ears perked up.  "So like, a couple months ago, I was at this bar, and was chatting up this chick, and we're both pretty wasted, and I'm thinking I'm gonna fuck her, but then she leans over and tells me that her husband is at home and he wants her to bring home another guy.  I'm like, fucking shitfaced at this point and just want to fuck this chick, so I say ok, and then we go to her place, and when we walk in, this guy is waiting in her bedroom, like on his knees, buck naked," he says.

"Holy shit," I hear my dad say.  "Then what?"

"So she leads me over, and has me strip down, while she does too, and I'm like, 'does he want to watch me fuck the shit out of you or what?', and she starts talking about how she likes to watch him suck dick, so I'm like, 'I'm outta here', but she starts kissing me, and she's got nice tits, and then all of a sudden, his mouth is on my dick," Ricky said.

"Fuck, and....?"

"So, I'm like, holy shit, this is the best blow job I've had in my life, but I'm just focusing on kissing her and feeling her tits up, but this guy is like deep throating my cock like no chick has ever done, so I'm not gonna stop it.  So, she steps back and goes on the bed and is just watching her husband suck me off, while she fingers herself.  I don't know what to do, cuz this guy can fucking suck a cock, so I just stare at her, and then before I know it, I'm busting the biggest fucking nut in this guy's mouth, and he just takes the whole thing.  Doesn't let a drop go to waste."

"Shit, man," my dad said.

"Yeah, no kidding.  So, as I'm leaving, the guy slips me a card with his number, and since then, whenever I'm horned, I text him and he comes over and sucks me off.  If you hadn't answered, he was gonna be my next call," Ricky said.

"Get the fuck outta here," my dad shot back.

"I'm just saying, man.  These gay guys can really suck cock, better than any chick I've had," Ricky said.

"So you want my new stepson to suck your cock?" he said.

"Dude, no. Shit.  That's not what I'm saying," Ricky said, getting defensive.

"I'm just fucking with you.  I think he was checking you out earlier when your cock was out in his bedroom," my dad said.

"Ha, yeah, I thought I saw that too," Ricky joked.

"Go for it if you want it.  Don't let me hold you back," my dad said, causing my dick to get hard knowing what he was doing.

"Thanks, bro, but that's a little much.  I think I'm good," Ricky said.  

They turned back to the movie, and I decided to head back to the bedroom.

I got into my dad's bedroom, and pulled off my briefs and the tank top and laid face down on his bed, my bare ass sticking up and waiting for him to come into the room.

I must have dozed off, because I woke up to the sensation of his hands pulling my cheeks apart and his tongue flicking against my hole.

I moaned.  "Is that what you were waiting for, son?" he asked.  

"Uh huh," I muttered, grinding my bare ass into his face, my cock now rock hard.

His tongue was now penetrating my hole, causing me to gasp in pleasure.  For someone who I assume had never before licked a guy's asshole, he was surprisingly good at rimming.

After a couple minutes, I couldn't stand it any longer.  "Daddy, I want your cock inside me!" I exclaimed.  

He removed his face from my ass, and I felt his muscular legs along my inner thighs, pushing them apart, exposing my ass to him even more.  I simultaneously felt a strong hand press down on my neck and head and his cock head press into my hole, and I knew I was in for a fucking.

While he held me down, his shaft slid inside me, causing me to gasp, but also moan in pleasure.  It was the third time he'd fucked me, but feeling him inside me was just as erotic and exciting as the first time.

"That what you want, son?" he asked.

"Yes, daddy!!" I responded.  "I want that daddy dick!"

He started to fuck me hard, his dick slamming my prostate as he pushed inside me each time, his heavy muscular frame coming down on my body with each thrust.  I was completely within his control, and I savored every second of it.

"You like that dick, son?!" he asked, as he continued to pound me from above.

"Yes, sir.  Please, dad, I want more!" I pleaded, in a state of ecstasy as his massive dick stretched my hole and sent electric shivers across my body as he penetrated me so deeply.

I arched my back to give him a better angle.  "Fuck yeah, boy!" he moaned, with his deep masculine voice, into my ear, while biting it lightly.

After a couple minutes of thrusting into me, he pulled out and instructed me to straddle him as he laid on his back on the bed.  

I decided to try something different and straddle him with my back to his face.  I felt his firm hands on my ass as I eased down onto his massive cock, my eyes rolling back into my head as his dick entered me.  I planted my hands on his massive quads and started to ride his cock.

Facing toward the door, I looked up and realized the bedroom door was slightly ajar.  And through the darkness, I could see someone was watching us.  It was Ricky, stroking his huge dick, his red briefs tucked under his balls.

I gasped with the last thrust of my dad's dick inside me, as Ricky grinned, his eyes locked on mine, a sly grin on his face as he watched from the doorway....

To be continued.....

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