Wedding Planners

I froze in panic as I heard the front door creak open and shut. I hadn’t heard a car pull into the driveway. Usually, you could also feel a gentle hum from the car engine rumbling on the pavement, signaling someone’s arrival. In this case, there was no way I would’ve received either indicator. My senses were dulled from my uncontrollable whimpers buzzing in my head & the table quaking as Grant pounded away at my virgin hole.

Rushed footsteps moved toward us quickly, without a chance for reaction. “Hey boys, have you seen my–” My Dad, who clearly forgot something and had to come back home, stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up from fumbling with his keys.

I could only imagine what must’ve run through his head. He had known I was sexually active since high school, but only ever with girls. To see me in this predicament was probably confusing on many levels, despite him being okay with whatever. On top of that, he had a full view of his younger son’s ass. Meanwhile, his older son’s best friend’s cock rearranged my guts.

I feared he would be angry. If not for anything else, at least at the fact that we were fucking on the dining room table. Family dinners wouldn’t be the same. There was no way I could anticipate what his reaction would be, though any would be justified.

“Oh, hey Mr. C,” Grant said nonchalantly, steadily pumping away, as if what my Dad had just walked into wasn’t crazy! Clearly not knowing what the heck to do, Dad hastily began to turn around. Simply exiting seemed like the only plausible option for him at this moment. But before he could go, I tried begging him for help.

It felt like I was trapped under Grant’s spell. I had never been someone’s fucktoy before. Being obedient and submissive wasn’t in my personality, historically. I had lost all control of my body, and it scared me not knowing what I truly wanted. I blushed with embarrassment. This was my only chance to snap back to reality and escape the situation if I needed to.

I pleaded, “Daddy, please wait–,” reaching out my arm toward him pathetically. “...I need your– [A hard thrust from Grant silenced my word “help” as I gasped for air] –COME! Now! Please!”

I immediately recognized how what I said out loud could have been misinterpreted. I panicked, thinking to myself, ‘Wait. What did I just say? My grammar was all over the place. I meant to say “I need your help. Please come help me now”’–

Sure enough, Grant happily interjected, “You heard the boy, “Daddy” C! Get over here and help your little cumslut.”

Fuck, what have I done…

Before I could start to advocate for what I actually meant, Grant had quickly ripped the red, sweat-soaked bandana off his head and stuffed it in my jaw, gagging me from speaking. He moved over to my side, grabbing a chunk of my hair in his left hand, and my stiff cock in his right. He began to stroke it, looking directly at my Dad with a hunger in his eyes.

I feebly squealed as Grant jerked me off, watching my Dad as he clearly wrestled with his thoughts. He stood there slack-jawed, trying to work through how to respond to Grant’s direct prompt. But the longer Dad stood in place, the less it seemed he was opposed. I’m sure he was well-aware of the aspects of the situation that would be considered ‘wrong.’ But Grant’s inspiration as he toyed with my body was instilling a greater level of confidence that would’ve otherwise never existed. My Dad’s hand that had hovered near his crotch this entire time could no longer conceal his growing member under his khakis.

My unclear messaging was not helping the situation either. I was also making prolonged eye contact with my Dad, almost as if I was asking him to come over and have a turn at my ass. How would he be able to discern what my longing stare meant? Did I even know what I wanted in this situation? I wasn’t resisting…Was I enjoying this?

My Dad inched further into the room, clearly unsure of himself. “Is that really what you want, son?” On one hand, I could not believe he was considering this. On the other hand, How was anyone going to turn down a free, fat ass with a tight hole? 

I looked at Dad, who was awaiting my response. At this point, It might have been more awkward to say ‘No.’ I nodded, while giving him the most desperate-looking “fuck-me” eyes. Dad stood there a moment, still in shock and disbelief at the whole situation, before Grant interrupted by releasing my cock and walking over to him.

He grabbed Dad by the waist with one hand, cupping the side of his neck with the other. Grant gently pulled him in and began to make out passionately with Dad, who finally began to reciprocate after about 5 seconds of unresponsiveness.

Soon enough, the two were exchanging tongues and emitting soft moans. What the fuck was happening!? I don’t think any of us ever anticipated being in this situation. We were all ‘straight,’ as far as I knew. But it felt good; almost…right.

My dad, 45, was actually a pretty sexy man (and a good kisser, apparently). I analyzed him while he made out with Grant, taking note of his features again. His thicker, but still muscular, build was perfect for someone his age. I had heard someone describe him as a ‘muscle bear’ once. He had a full, thick mustache, which covered his top lip and came down just below the sides of his mouth, making him look a bit like a 70’s pornstar.

Grant’s wandering hands had unbuttoned Dad’s polo shirt and pulled the placket over to reveal some of his hairy chest. Grant caressed Dad’s pecs for a bit before deciding that his polo was too much of a hindrance. He reached near Dad’s waistline, unbuckling his belt and untucking the shirt from his pants. Dad’s arms shot up, succumbing to Grant’s upward tugs to undress him.

Grant’s hands fondled Dad’s pecs and hard, thick nipples for a bit, before making their way down to unzip his pants. Grant reached in and began stroking Dad’s still-concealed cock, while standing nose-to-nose, maintaining close eye contact. Dad soon assisted, finally pulling his pants down to reveal what I had been waiting to see.

Their cocks matched almost exactly in length, while Dad’s was even thicker and hairier. Grant’s veiny dick had a helmet head and grew thicker toward the base, while Dad’s was more curved with a slightly swollen rounded cap, like a mushroom head. 

Their penises were both so beautiful in their own right. In that moment I realized that, despite Mom’s differences with Dad, his dick (and body) was probably doing some heavy lifting in terms of aiding their marriage. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like inside me. I was thankful for Grant doing the preliminary work of stretching my hole out, since there’s probably no way Dad’s meaty cock would’ve ever fit in my pre-cherry-popped ass.

I continued to just lay in place on the table, on my back in missionary position. My hole faced the two men, still puckering from adjusting to Grant’s dick. I waited patiently while watching them in awe. I dared not move, in case that would break their focus from each other.

Grant dropped to his knees upon the exposure of Dad’s cock. He assessed it for a quick moment, before gently wrapping his lips around the large head. He slowly inserted more into his mouth, adjusting to its size and shape as he swallowed more in. Dad threw his head back and used one hand to cover his closed, shameful eyes, using the same elbow to lean back against the buffet table. After a minute, he allowed his free hand to support the back of Grant’s head. Meanwhile Grant progressively picked up his pace, adapting to Dad’s larger size quicker than I expected. I wondered if this meant he had sucked a dick before. He’s always hanging out with my brother, Alex; I wonder if they’ve ever fooled around…

Lost in his feeling of ecstasy, Dad was holding his breath, only remembering to open his mouth intermittently, resulting in deep, shaky exhales. Soon enough, Grant had stopped bobbing his head on his own, allowing Dad to guide it back and forth at his own pace.

After maybe 3 minutes, which felt like forever to me, Dad permitted Grant’s mouth to fully release itself. Grant’s eyes bulged, watery and red, while he gasped for air, with a heap of saliva dribbling down his bottom lip.

“Good boy,” Dad said in his deep, confident voice. He was really getting into it!

Then, he looked over at me and back at Grant, as they fully stood up. Grant walked over to the table and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring some onto his hand. He smeared it on my ass hole, while I pulsed it open at intervals to allow for his fingers to slip some further inside. 

“It’s ready for you, Mr. C.,” Grant informed.

Dad’s hesitancy still showed. Nevertheless, he approached me, fully kicking off his pants that haphazardly clung to his ankles. He stopped and stood over me, just awaiting my go-ahead. I removed the bandana from my mouth and sat up just enough to reach my Dad’s neck. I pulled him in towards my lips and kissed him. This time, he almost immediately gave in. Whatever it was I was feeling was so unfamiliar, yet…magical? His mustache tickled me a bit, as I ran my fingers through the back of his hair. He was a great kisser, probably even better than me!

His pecker slid back and forth on my hole the whole time we made out. I could tell he had secretly tried pressuring the tip inside me a couple of times, but my ass was still too tight for that. Once Dad had felt teased enough, he stopped kissing and gently pushed my shoulders back into the table, helping me to lie back down. He straddled me, grabbed my thighs, and pulled my ass in closer. He guided his dick, still wet with Grant’s saliva, towards my lubricated hole and very slowly pushed it in.

I could tell he was restraining himself so as to not hurt me too much. After all, I was his son, and he wouldn’t want to injure me, no matter the level of passion he felt. Compared to Grant, Dad’s approach was so gentle and tender. Even so, I winced quite a bit. These were no ‘beginner’ cocks I was taking today.

Once his head popped through, the rest of his cock was almost smooth sailing. He slowly rocked his hips forward and backward, allowing me to get used to the feeling. Meanwhile, Grant was standing next to him, stroking his own dick while caressing Dad’s lower back and butt. 

After a little while, Dad had picked up his pace. His mushroom tip, which clung to the inner walls of my sphincter, allowed him to do longer, broader strokes without ever slipping out. He seemed to know exactly what to do. He was always quite the ladies man and probably had plenty of sexual practice. I wondered if he had maybe fucked a few guys in his past too.

I loved the warmth and smell of his dampening, hair-covered body, and his sweat as it slowly dripped from his temple. I looked over at Grant, who was clearly enjoying his front row seat.

Dad soon began to pump even harder. I could tell he was getting close. “Fuck me, Daddy!” I cried. He leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss, his right hand grabbing my neck as he fucked me faster. He then allowed his left hand to join, straightening his elbows as he constricted my throat. As he thrust his cock into me like a machine, his hands pulled downward into my collar bone to lock me in place.

Dad’s rhythm as he pounded my boy pussy was impeccable. He was better than the guys in most pornos I’ve seen. The feeling; the thought; the sight of the situation all combined was too much for me to bear. I had barely touched my dick this entire time, but I couldn’t contain myself anymore.

I grasped Dad’s wrists as he held my neck tightly. “Fuck Dad! I’m gonna cum!” I exclaimed. Jets of cum started to spew from my cock all over the place, as it bounced around freely with each of Dad’s thrusts. I could feel my hole tighten around his dick with each pulse of cum that left me.

Dad started to grunt loudly. The feeling of my tightening hole around his manhood was impossible to escape. He had decided he needed to unload right then and there, while still inside me. I could feel his cum pour out, his cock twitching with each spurt. It had clearly been a while since Dad last came, since I counted about 8 eruptions of pure euphoria. 

On the last pulse, he exclaimed “Holy shit!” as if to let me know he was finished breeding me. He slowly pulled his cock out of my ass, with his bulbous tip dragging some cum out. Grant eagerly dropped to his knees and feverishly sucked Dad’s cock clean. Dad shuddered due to the sensitivity of having just ejaculated. Grant started instantly cumming the moment my old man’s seed touched his lips.

Grant then redirected his gaze to my hole, which was still filled with most of my Dad’s seed. I puckered it for him and pushed out a wave of semen. Grant happily licked my hole and all of the cum up. We repeated this a couple more times as my Dad watched. Grant saved the last bit of cum in his mouth and moved his way up to me. He kissed me and began to swap Dad’s load back and forth between us. This was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.

Without saying a word, Dad picked up his clothes and hustled over to the master bedroom. I heard the shower turn on. Good call, since he reeked of pure sex. Meanwhile, Grant and I finished up sharing Dad’s last drops. We continued to kiss, almost lovingly, for a bit more before standing up and throwing our underwear and bottoms back on.

We sat back on the couch shirtless and caught our breath, continuing to watch TV while we decompressed. 5 minutes later, Dad rushed out of his room wearing a new outfit. He looked at us on the couch and held up his wallet to say ‘goodbye,’ signaling that that’s what he came back home for. He picked up his keys and left. Grant and I exchanged a smirk, as if to speculate what excuse Dad might use to let everyone know why he was late and wearing different clothes. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see…