Duncan Wyatt / 18 / Medium Length Brown Hair / Lean and Muscular / Smooth / 7-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Nick Robinson
Noah Wyatt / 39 / Medium Length Black Wavy Hair / Muscular Build / Facial Stubble and Hairy / 12-inches Cut / Celebrity Type: Paul Anthony Kelly
Risky Business - Part 2
I stood in my dad’s bedroom, hands sweating, as I stared down at the black ‘triangle mask’ from Squid Games. A bright pink jumpsuit lay draped over the nearby armchair.
“...Can’t be...”
There’s no way my dad fucked me last night at Babylon. ‘Guard from Squid Games’ is still a popular costume, right? There were probably tons of people walking around in that costume last night. Tons. Yeah. Definitely. I mean...not at Babylon, though. There was only one person wearing that costume at Babylon and his load was still inside me. Dad never said he went to Babylon. He just said he went to some ‘party’. Some party. Yeah. Probably some house party at that Deluca guy’s place or something.
“Yeah.”
Like the ‘some party’ he thinks you went to?
“Shit.” My heart pounded in my chest.
“Dunkaroo! You up, bud?” Fuck. Dad was back from his run. I gently placed the mask back on the chair where I found it and tossed his clothing back in the hamper. I didn’t know my next move, but I knew I didn’t want him to find out that I had been in his bedroom and saw his costume. I slowly opened the bedroom door and slinked back out into the hallway. The sound of cabinet doors opening and closing emanated from the kitchen. I tip toed into the laundry room and quietly shut the door behind me. I looked down at my Princess Bride costume from last night, balled up in the bottom of the washer, like a dead body I suddenly needed to hide.
“Dunc? That you?”
The laundry room door swung open. In a panic, I slammed the washing machine lid closed and turned it on.
“Hey, bud. Morning!” Dad stood there, chest heaving, with a cheesy (but insanely handsome) smile on his face. His body glistened with sweat from his running session. A soaking wet white tank top clung to his muscular chest like it had been painted on. His light blue running shorts rode dangerously low on his hips and high up his muscular thighs. A massive bulge hung in front, cradling his cock and outlining its spongey head.
“M-morning” I stuttered as I pretended to straighten up the detergents and fabric softeners on the shelf above the washer and dryer.
“Sleep OK?” he asked as he peeled off his tank top and rung out the sweat into the nearby sink. I stared at his chiseled physique and dark, pointy nipples. Were those the same nipples I played with and sucked on last night? Wait, how long had I been staring?
“Uh. Yeah...yup.” I could feel my cheeks flush as my eyes darted around the room, looking for a safe place to land. I could also feel my own dick betray me as it started to get hard in my black jockstrap. Unfortunately, my white shorts were borderline see-through as well.
“Ollie alive?” He leaned casually against the door frame, glancing down the hallway towards the guestroom.
“Yeah. He’s alive.” I kept my hands in front of my crotch as I squeaked past him through the doorway. He gave my ass a loud smack and followed me into the kitchen. My cock was almost at full staff, so I grabbed the nearest chair and plopped down at the table.
“Everything OK? You’re not really talking a lot, bud. Something happen last night?”
“No. Sorry. No, nothing happened last night. Just still waking up.” I flashed him a soft smile as I messed with a stray crumb on the table from last night’s dinner.
“Good. Good. Glad you boys had fun last night.” He tousled my hair as he walked past me on his way to refill a water glass by the sink. “I’m glad I got a son with a good head on his shoulders. Means I don’t have to worry as much.” He looked out the window as his glass filled with water.
“Last night...” I started. “You were telling me about some party you went to? That Vinnie guy have a party of something?” I needed to do some investigating before Ollie woke up.
“Oh, yeah. Hehe.” He adjusted himself in his shorts as he turned around and leaned against the sink. His massive package now on display between us. “Vinnie invited me to some costume party. Got to meet his boyfriend, Max and his boyfriend’s dad, Diego. You’d like them.”
“Cool. So, they had a party? Or...like a friend had one...?”
“Oh, no. It was at some club...”
No.
“...downtown.”
No.
“Said he goes there all the time, but I hadn’t heard of it. I think it was called...Hmm...Something with a ‘B’.”
No. He scratched the back of his head, trying to recall.
“Babylon! That was it” he said triumphantly. “Vinnie said it’s supposed to be an 18 and up club, I think. Said he occasionally sees our students there. You ever heard of it?”
“Nope.”
Yes.
“Oh man, it was so fun, Dunc. Exactly what I needed.”
“...Meet anyone cute?” A smile crossed his face again. Would he be this happy if he knew the boy he met last night for anonymous sex was actually his son?
“Don’t worry, Dunc. It’s just you and me, kid.” You don’t know how right you are about that, Dad. “You and Ollie should check it out some time, though. Might be fun for a couple of horny teenagers.” He laughed as he put his glass in the sink and walked back over towards me.
“What should Ollie check out?” Oliver shuffled into the kitchen, still half asleep, wearing some of the clothes he kept here ‘just in case’. He let out a big yawn as he poured himself some coffee that Dad must’ve made earlier. He took a sip as he scanned my dad’s sweaty, half naked body 2 feet away. He had no problem objectifying my dad.
“HE’S ALIVE! GOOD MORNING, OLIVER!” Dad yelled, because Ollie definitely didn’t drink last night so there’s no way yelling could make a hangover he definitely doesn’t have, any worse. Ollie flinched as he glared at Dad with one eye open. “I was just telling Dunc you boys should check out this club I went to last night called--.”
“Hey!” I quickly interjected. I shot up, my hardon now scared away by possibly being outed at this very moment, walked over to Ollie and grabbed his arm. “Totally forgot I promised Ollie I’d walk him home by 11.”
“You did?” He looked at me confused for a moment as I squeezed his arm harder. “You did! Yes. That is...correct. That’s something you said you’d do and I’m annoyed we even had to discuss it again, to be honest. You know I don’t like walking home by myself.” He put his coffee mug down on the counter as we turned to walk away.
“Oh, OK. Sure. Before you go, though. You boys gonna come to the Halloween festival? Starts tonight and there’s more to do tomorrow as well. I can get your tickets comped if you do. Vinnie said they have a lot of fun booths, a corn maze, and a haunted house.”
“Oh. We’ll see. Ollie might want to finally spend a night in watching shitty horror movies with me.”
“The shittier the better I always say.” Ollie flashed a fake smile to my dad as he jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow.
“Alright, let me know what you decide.” He flashed us another disarming smile that made me want to mount him right there in front of Ollie. Beads of sweat ran down his back as he walked past us, down the hallway to the master bedroom. I briefly watched as his muscular ass hypnotically bounced up and down, meeting for a kiss in the middle of each stride. Fuck I wanted to bite them.
I ushered Ollie into my bedroom where I promptly threw on one of my dad’s old black tank tops that hung loosely over my chest and laced up a pair of sneakers. I never really noticed how much of his clothing was now in my closet. I used to think it was just an attempt on my part to help save some money here and there, but I realize now how much I liked having something of his on me all day.
“Hey, slut. I can see your black jock through those white shorts, just so you know.” He looked over his shoulder at me, while he flipped through his phone by the window.
“It’s fine. It’s fine.” I grabbed my phone and wallet, and ushered Ollie back out to the front door. The sooner I got him out of the house, the less likely my cover would be blown. We walked down the street for a few minutes in silence.
“Care to tell me what that was all about?” he asked with a slight attitude as he slipped on a pair of sunglasses. The hangover and Santa Fe sun were killing him. Ollie was never a morning person. Especially when he and his true love, Caffeine, couldn’t spend any quality time together.
“It’s nothing. It’s nothing. Just needed to get out of the house.” Yeah, I wasn’t acting squirrely or paranoid at all. Totally normal Duncan right here. Ollie’s head would explode if I told him Dad fucked me last night, but I don’t know if it would be due to anger or envy.
“Just needed to get out of the house” he repeated in a mocking manner as he pulled a loose cigarette out from behind his ear and lit it. “OK, girl. Don’t tell me, but you know I can’t hang tonight, right? I got a boy coming over.” He took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled the cloud above our heads.
“Oh, God. Not that Magic Mike reject from last night. Please tell me he’s not coming over.” I thought I had intervened last night before anything happened between him and his much older VIP blow up doll, but I might’ve been too late.
“Who? Oh. Ew. No. He’s way too old. I like daddies...or at least yours, but come on. No. That boy Jason...the one that works the makeup counter at Macy’s...finally texted me back. He’s gonna come over and watch some movies with me and then hopefully fuck my brains out. You can’t be the only one getting dick.”
“Ha...right.”
Right...except I’m getting dick from my dad. Well, I ‘got dick’...it’s not like it can or should happen again. Right?
After I dropped Ollie off at home, I decided to swing by the Starbucks a couple blocks away. I wasn’t ready to face my dad yet and I needed to think some things through. I walked in and ordered my usual latte and sat down at a nearby table while I waited. They had the AC going full blast which felt nice except it turned my exposed nipples into sharp peaks. I shuddered, wishing I had thrown on something a little more substantial.
I pulled out my phone and pretended to scroll through Instagram as my mind swirled around my current situation. OK, Duncan...so there’s a very likely chance that you had sex with your dad last night. I mean...not likely. You did. You had sex with your dad last night.
How did this happen? How did I not know? Did he know? No, there’s no way he knows. BigTool4U and I never exchanged names or face pics. We did ‘talk’, but it’s not like we got super personal. We were both just looking for a release. We only swapped a couple dick and pussy photos. My mind wandered back to my favorite POV shot of his massive cock and its fat vein running up the side. Even though we were pretty loose with clothing at home, I never really got a good look at my dad’s dick, let alone when it was hard. I also made sure to never use Grindr at home because I’m paranoid about stalkers, so it’s not like I could see he was mere feet away from me if he happened to be using it too.
I had a few boyfriends at school, over the years, back in New York, and the sex was...good. It was OK. It was fine. Did my toes ever curl? No. Did I cum? Of course. It was fine. But last night? Worshipping that massive cock, the cock that made me, nursing on those perfect nipples, getting bred from behind like an animal? Fuck. It was fucking amazing. But why? Why did the hottest sex of my life have to be with my dad? And why do I feel like that makes last night even hotter?
“Damn, Wyatt. You turning tricks for money on the weekends now?”
I looked up from my phone. It was Nate Landon. Star athlete of my school’s football team with an insanely chiseled body, square jaw and flawless milk chocolate skin. I’ll admit I may occasionally linger in the locker room after gym class longer than I needed in order to get a glimpse of his plump un-cut cock. He stood there, with a wry smile on his face, holding my latte in his large hands. He worked at this Starbucks part time to make some extra cash on the side.
“Oh, hey Nate. Didn’t know you were working today. Thought you would’ve had practice or something.”
“Nah. Not today. Got a game tomorrow though. You should come! You could bring...Oliver if you wanted.” He was a nice enough guy. We were...”friendly” in class together, but I knew he wasn’t super comfortable with Ollie’s more feminine side, so he usually kept his distance.
“Oh, uh, sure. Maybe. We’ll see.” I gave him a half-hearted smile as assurance. Normally I wouldn’t mind our chat, but I had other things on my mind taking precedent.
“Cool. Uh, well I saw your order was ready, so I thought I’d bring it over...”
“Thanks” I said as I took the drink from him.
“And um, let you know I can see your jock through those shorts.” He stood back and slowly took in the sight.
“Yeah...kinda got dressed in a hurry this morning and didn’t really think about it” or care, honestly.
“Hey, I’m not complaining, Wyatt” he said in a low voice. Was he flirting with me? I’ll admit my ‘gay-dar’ is pretty non-existent, but I honestly never really got ‘the vibe’ from him. I always just thought he was some handsome breeder, when in fact, he might actually be a handsome...’breeder’.
“Thanks” I said. My cheeks flushed from the sudden flirtation.
“No problem, man” he said, patting my shoulder and giving it a quick squeeze. “Enjoy your day, Wyatt. Don’t get into any trouble.” He walked back behind the counter, as I resumed my panic attack.
Of course, I had watched some father/son videos from time to time, but I didn’t actively seek them out...necessarily. Maybe because I didn’t think it could ever actually happen. I loved my dad more than anyone else in the world, but there was no way that could ever happen. But now? Now, I had that man’s load in my pussy and all I could think about was fucking him again. Every bone in my body ached to be fucked by him again. To worship his massive body and cock. To feel him open me up wide and flood my insides with the load that made me. But how could I make that happen? I had to try. I pulled up Grindr and hopped into our message thread.
::Hey handsome. Had a lot of fun last night at Babylon. Sorry I had to leave so early. :( ::
I sent the message and scoped out the customers waiting in line. I wondered if I’d have to wait lo-...
::Hey sexy. Was just thinking about you.::
He was? Was Dad sitting at home thinking about me? A goofy smile crossed my face.
::No need to be sorry. Thanks for letting me breed that amazing pussy of yours last night ;) . I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much in my life. Just thinking about it is getting me hard again.::
My head was spinning, thinking about Dad laying in his bed...or maybe out in one of the pool chairs, slowly robbing his cock to the idea of fucking me.
::Are you stroking yourself?::
::I am now ;) ::
Fuck. I needed him. I knew my window of opportunity was closing fast. If we needed anonymity to have sex, then we needed our costumes and Halloween was almost over. It would have to be tonight.
::How about instead of blowing your load now, you save it and bury it deep in my pussy tonight?::
I knew he wasn’t free tonight. He’d be working down at the Halloween Festival. All the teachers at the community college get roped into volunteering, but maybe he could sneak away and fuck me.
::Wish I could, beautiful, but I gotta be at that festival tonight::
::Oh really? I was thinking of maybe checking that out. Think you could sneak away and breed me if I swung by?::
I didn’t want to appear as desperate as I really was for my dad’s cock, but I needed to make this happen while I still had the chance.
::For you? I’ll make time. Find me in the haunted house. 9pm. I’ll give you the deep dicking that pussy was made for. Gonna knock you up for real this time.::
Fuck. My dick was rock hard and leaking as I set up my next breeding session with my dad. Hopefully it wouldn’t be my last.
::Can’t wait ;) See you then stud.::
OK. We’ve got a date tonight. Now I just needed to make sure that neither one of us sees the other in their costume. That shouldn’t be too...Oh, fuck. I left my costume in the washer.
I adjusted my hardon the best I could and bolted out the door leaving my drink behind on the table. As I turned the corner onto our street, images of my dad finding the costume and piecing it together made my chest tighten. I was the one that did the laundry in our house, but what if he decided to help out for some reason?
I burst through the front door, out of breath and drenched in sweat. I walked briskly into the laundry room and found the washing machine still in its final cycle. OK, good. He didn’t see anything. I waited around for a minute or so and then tossed my costume in the dryer. I ran a hand through my sweaty hair as I headed down the hall to my room. Nudging the door open, I walked in, peeled my shirt off and tossed it on the floor.
“Hey, kid. Why’re you so out of breath?”
Jesus Christ. I turned around to find my dad leaning against my doorway wearing nothing but a white cotton towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. I could see the faintest hint of the top of his dark bush.
“Just...you know...jogged back...being healthy ’n shit.” He looked at me quizzically which was fair, I hated working out and running and he knew it.
“...Sure. OK.” He walked into my room and plopped down on my bed. Jesus Christ. My borderline naked dad was on my bed. “Did you boys decide about tonight? Just want to make sure I get your tickets comped ahead of time.” You also wanted to see if your son would be walking around the festival while you plowed some 18-year-old boy’s pussy.
“Oh..yeah. Sorry. I think we’re just gonna chill at Ollie’s tonight and watch some movies, if that’s OK with you.” Not a complete lie. Ollie would be at his house watching movies. I just wouldn’t be there. I’d be riding your cock instead.
“Yeah, no. That’s totally fine.” He smiled as he rubbed his chin. A habit of his that usually indicated he was excited about something. Was he that excited to see me again? Well...not ‘me’ but his young friend. I was seeing my dad in a whole new light now. Not just as a dad, but a man. A man who likes to flirt. A man who gets excited at romantic possibilities. A man that might see a future with...Jesus. Slow down, Duncan. You’re 2 minutes away from picking baby names and sending in early applications for pre-school.
“I think I’ll take a shower. That is, if you left me any hot water.” I turned around and slowly peeled off my shorts, flashing my smooth bubble butt to my dad. I wonder if he thought it looked familiar. I could feel his eyes burning a hole through me as he got up and walked over. I felt a finger slide under one of my jock’s leg straps, brushing my smooth thigh.
“You went out like that? You know I prefer you to cover up more when you’re out in public.” It was fatherly...but also...somewhat possessive? His finger slid up my thigh as he adjusted my waistband. I noticed a slight bulge forming under his towel. It took every ounce of strength within me not to yank that towel off and swallow his cock whole.
“Well...why do you think I huffed it back here?” I said as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slipped off my jock. I have never been this bold with my nudity around my dad before. Underwear, sure. But standing here, buck naked in front of my dad, knowing he bred me last night and would hopefully breed me again tonight, I wanted to tease him. Tempt him. Maybe later tonight, when he is bottomed out inside ‘me’ he might actually start to picture me instead. This is getting confusing.
He looked me up and down and bit his lip while he scratched the back of his head.
“I mean it, kiddo. You’re my baby boy. You can’t just flash your ass to anyone.”
“Don’t worry, Dad. I’m only interested in flashing my ass to a very small list of men.”
“Heh. I’m assuming I’m on that list considering how often you flash me. Anyone else on that list I know? Anyone I should meet one of these days? I’ll go easy on ‘em. Maybe.” I wanted to tell him he was the entire list.
“Mmm. Maybe one day. Not today though.”
“Alright, alright. Message received. Go shower.” He adjusted himself as he turned to head back out the door. I followed him down the hallway and watched as he peeled off towards his bedroom. He gave my birthday suit one last glance as he shut his door to get dressed. I hopped in the bathroom and took a very cold shower. My engines were overheating and I needed to calm down.
The rest of the day seemed to drag on forever. I tried killing time by watching a movie and playing some Playstation, but my mind kept drifting to thoughts of my dad. Fortunately, he spent most of the day running errands, leaving me to obsess at home in peace. After a relatively quiet dinner, I sat on my bed, texting with Oliver. I needed to get out of the house before Dad changed into his costume and I into mine.
::Hey. Can I come over for a bit?::
::Bitch, you know I got a boy coming over.::
::Just for a bit? Pweaaaaaase?:: Ollie hated when I tried to be ‘cute’.
::FINE. But you gotta be out by 8 though.::
YES. I threw my stuff into a backpack and slowly opened my door, peeking down the hallway. I could hear the evening news blaring in the living room. I silently crept down the hallway towards the front door.
“Bye Dad! I’m heading over to Ollie’s!”
I heard my dad grunt as he got up from the couch. He walked out of the living room with his trademark ‘after dinner beer’ in hand.
“Hope you boys have a good time tonight. I still expect you home by midnight.” He reached under his shirt and scratched his hairy chest.
“Yes, sir. I know.” As I started to open the door I turned my head back to him. “I hope you have fun tonight, Dad.” A smile crossed his face. Partly from being a generally cheerful person and another part from knowing he’d be buried in some 18-year-old boy pussy in a few hours.
“I’m sure I will. Later kid. Love you.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
I booked it the couple blocks to Ollie’s house as the sun began to set. Two doorbell rings later, he finally answered the door wearing a long navy-blue silk robe that hung open revealing his hairless and boney chest, with a pair of matching pajama bottoms.
“Hey, bitch. Come in.” He rolled his eyes as he moved out of the way so I could enter.
“Thanks Ol. Do you mind if I get changed in your room?”
“Honey, whatever you need that gets you out of my way of getting some dick tonight...” He led the way upstairs to his bedroom.
I tossed my bookbag on his bed and began to strip. Ollie opened a window on the other side of the room and sat on a nearby chair as he lit a cigarette from his nightstand. He watched me with a mix of relative disinterest and a strong desire for me to be quick and get out of his hair.
“No underwear? Good call.”
“There’s no point, right?” I said with a devilish smile.
“Usually just gets in the way.” He took a long drag from his cigarette. “OK. Spill.”
“Spill what?” I asked as I pulled on my black leggings.
“You were weird this morning. Well, weirder than usual. And you’re being weird now. What is it?” He carefully ashed his cigarette out the window. “Oh god, you’re not pregnant, are you? I’m too young to be an aunt. I don’t think I could handle the responsibility.”
“I’m, uh, meeting BigTool4U again tonight, but Dad thinks we’re just hanging out here.” So far, not a lie. “I couldn’t let Dad see me leave in my costume.” Again, no lie detected.
“Ohhh. OK.” He took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled out the window. “Last night was your first time with a guy in Santa Fe, right?” I nodded as I slipped on my black pirate shirt. “But you’ve fucked guys before, back in New York. Doesn’t your dad know you occasionally hook up? I’ve hung around you both long enough to know he doesn’t think you’re a virgin anymore.”
Dad and I had ‘the talk’ around the same time we came out to each other. He knows I’m...active...in the community but I think he likes to pretend otherwise.
“He knows I’m sexually active. Doesn’t mean I really want to get into how I’m meeting some guy from Grindr for anonymous sex.” Especially when ‘some guy’ is him.
“You could just tell him you’re meeting someone. Doesn’t mean you have to give him all the gory details.” He stamped his cigarette out and tossed the butt out the window.
“Eh. Too many possible follow up questions.” Like...’Hey, didn’t I fuck you last night at Babylon?’
“Fine. Fine. Not like I have a leg to stand on when it comes to healthy parent-child relationships.” He adjusted his robe as he got up and walked over to me.
“Have you heard from them?” I try not to pry about his shitty parents, but he opened the door here. Might as well be a good friend and check in at least.
“Yeah. They get back in a couple days. Then they’re off to China again for who knows how long.” His face was expressionless as he checked his hair in the mirror behind me.
I turned around and affixed my black leather ‘Westley’ mask on my face. Knowing that I was going to be meeting my dad in an hour for some deep breeding put a smile on my face.
“Not much of a Princess Bride costume without a Buttercup by your side, but it’s not like you’ll be on your feet that long anyway. Do you need help with the bandana or your mustache?” he asked as he dug around my backpack for the rest of my costume.
“I think I’m gonna skip the mustache and bandana this time.” He tossed his hands in the air in surrender as he sat down on the bed. I slicked my hair back and gave him a little twirl. “How do I look?”
“Like a handsome but annoying bottom about to get railed by his muscular daddy.” Oh, if he only knew how right he was.
“Is it cool if I borrow your car service tonight? You know I don’t drive and I’d hate to ride out there on my bike.”
“Out where? Where are you guys meeting? Babylon again?”
“Uh..yeah. Babylon.” I didn’t want him knowing it was actually where my Dad said he’d be. Don’t need any dots being connected there.
“Sure. Go nuts.” He waved his hand dismissively. “You have their info. Use them as much as you want.”
“Thanks friend. Hope you get some dick tonight.”
“If I don’t, you’ll know because I’ll have set the entire town on fire.” We kissed each other on the cheek, and then I headed down to the town car waiting for me.
The car pulled into the visitor’s parking lot at the community college just as the sun finally dipped below the horizon. I had a little bit of time before I had to meet BigT-...before I had to meet Dad. I decided to check out the festival for a bit.
I got my ticket and walked through the main gate, a giant arch with a goofy looking skeleton on it, framed by pillars made out of dried corn stalks. There was a nice mix of college students and families with little kids. In front of me a dad walked around with his son on his shoulders. It reminded me of trips out to the pumpkin patch with dad and my grandparents when I was little. I’d look for the biggest pumpkin I could find, and we’d spend the rest of the evening carving it while my gram baked the seeds for a snack.
Just past the entrance, string lights and carved pumpkins led the way towards the main quad between the auditorium and my dad’s office. Rows of various booths lined every inch of available space. There were food vendors mixed in amongst your typical carnival games. A corn maze was set up in the nearby soccer field. The air was filled with laughter, screams, and the smell of funnel cake and fried Oreos. There were a lot of people walking around. I hope that doesn’t cause any problems with getting my dad alone. As I turned the corner at the end of one of the rows, I accidently shoulder checked someone.
“Oh! I’m sorry. I should look where I’m going.” I bowed apologetically as I tried to regain my composure.
“Duncan? Is that you?” Oh no. I recognized that voice. It was Vinnie Deluca. “It IS you! Almost didn’t recognize you there. But I thought that voice sounded familiar.” He stood there wearing a Captain America costume without the helmet. His muscular build filled it out nicely. I tried my best not to look down at his bulge. Next to him stood a muscular Latino, around the same age as Vinnie, dressed up as Namor in a pair of green sequined bikini bottoms with little wings painted on his ankles. It was perhaps a little too risqué to wear around children, but he had the ripped body to pull it off.
“Oh, uh. Hi, Vinnie.” I waved awkwardly as I looked around to see if my dad was with him.
“Duncan, this is my boyfriend Max” he said, as Namor wrapped an arm around Captain America’s waist.
“Mucho gusto, Duncan” he said with a gorgeous smile.
“Love your Westley costume by the way, but I’m surprised to see you. Your dad said you wouldn’t be able to make it tonight.”
“Oh, yeah. Well...he kind of doesn’t know.” Why did I say that? Vinnie smiled as he licked one of his canines.
“Ah. Don’t worry” he placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Your secret is safe with us.” My heart began to pound in my chest. Did he know the truth? “Well, we’ve gotta get going. Santa Fe’s greatest artist here and I have been asked to help judge the pumpkin carving contest.” He gave his boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek. “Uh, your dad’s over in the haunted house in case you were looking to... avoid him.” He gave me a quick wink. “Have a good night, Duncan and Happy Halloween!” They waved goodbye and disappeared into the crowd.
I began to panic. Should I call it off? What if Vinnie knew? I feel like all he was missing was a giant neon sign above his head that said ‘I KNOW, DUNCAN’. I pulled out my phone. I had a new Grindr message from BigTool4U.
::You here yet? I need that fucking pussy NOW.::
My dick immediately began to harden in my leggings. Maybe going commando was the wrong call. Thank God it was dark out and my pirate shirt hung down enough to cover it.
::I’m here. I’ll see u soon Daddy.::
The ‘daddy’ bit was pushing it a little, but I wanted to push my boundaries tonight. I walked down the next row of booths towards the haunted house. One of the education buildings had been converted into a haunted house. Skeletons hung out the windows and giant cobwebs wrapped the building in a cocoon. A giant devil’s head with torches for eyes hung over the entrance.
“ENTER IF YOU DARE! MWAHAHAHAHA” blared from speakers hidden nearby. If I had any blood left in my brain I might’ve actually been scared, but I only had one thing on my mind. I got in line a few feet behind another group waiting to go inside. They were a mixture of young college students in various outfits that ranged from incredibly detailed makeup and costumes to a guy in a t-shirt that said ‘This is my costume.’ A man in a Crypt Keeper costume opened the door to let us inside.
The group giggled and screamed as we made our way down the hallway, weaving in and out of classrooms, each set up with their own ‘spooky theme’. There was a dungeon with mannequin parts strewn about as a masked dungeon master skulked around and scared customers. There was an old crypt with coffins and zombie teachers lurking around trying to eat our brains. Out in the hallways, costumed teachers would occasionally jump out and try to scare us. As we made our way up to the third floor, I felt a hand reach from behind and cover my mouth.
“Don’t scream” he whispered. It was Dad. I nodded as he grabbed my hand, pulled me into a nearby classroom and locked the door. The room was decorated like an abandoned insane asylum with hospital beds and creepy writing on the walls. Cobwebs and flashes of fake lightning outside filled the room. Dad led me over to a bed in the corner. Not really my idea of a romantic evening, but I needed him more than anything in the world right now.
Unfortunately, thanks to the need for anonymity, Dad’s triangle mask prevented a lot of my favorite foreplay like kissing and rimming. God, I wanted to kiss him. At least I still had easy access to his massive cock. I sat down on the bed and slowly unzipped Dad’s pink jumpsuit. I could smell his favorite cologne waft out. Did he wear that for our date? He ran a hand slowly through my hair as I slid my hands up over his muscular chest. We had better lighting this time. I could make out every hair, every freckle. Those were the silver-dollar-sized nipples I had seen this morning. I leaned up and took the right one in my mouth and swirled my tongue around its edges. I switched between nursing on it and nipping at it to get it hard. He let out a moan as he held my head firmly in place.
“That’s it boy. Suck Daddy’s tit.”
I reached down, blindly, and slid his dick and balls out of his suit. I took the massive, fleshy shaft in one hand as the other massaged his low hanging, hairy balls.
“That what you want, boy? You want Daddy’s dick?” I didn’t want it. I needed it.
“Yes, daddy” I said as I pulled off his nipple. “I need your fucking cock buried in my pussy. I need you to fucking breed me and make me yours.” He growled as he took a fistful of my hair in his hand and pushed me down towards his drooling dick.
“Then get Daddy’s dick wet and ready for that smooth pussy, baby boy.”
I looked down and briefly admired the cock that made me before I leaned forward and lapped at the slit leaking pre-cum all over my hands. I squeezed the base of his cock, pushing more of his sweet nectar onto my eagerly awaiting tongue. It was addicting. I opened wide and began swallowing him whole. I’d never fit the whole thing in my mouth, but I wanted to see how far I could get. He ran his hands through my hair, encouraging me like the good dad he was. My eyes filled with tears as I slid my hands into his suit and held on to his muscular round ass. I could feel the light peach fuzz and wondered what it might feel like for him to sit on my face. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, helping me adjust as inch after inch stretched my throat open. I moaned into his dick, letting him know how much I loved him face fucking me.
“That’s it boy. You took Daddy’s cock like a champ, but now he needs to breed you. Show me that beautiful pussy.”
I slowly pulled off his cock with a loud gasp for air and laid back on the bed. He reached down and helped me peel off my leggings. He brought them up to his mask, inhaled, and tossed them on the floor. I threw my legs up and hooked my elbows under my knees. Lightning flashed across the room, and he finally got a full view of his son’s smooth boy pussy. He stared at it intently, finally able to admire it in the light. Our first time together had basically been from behind and in almost pitch-black darkness. Now he could see me.
He slid his hands slowly down my smooth thighs. Taking 2 fingers, he swirled them around my smooth pink ring and teased my tight hole.
“Your pussy is so fucking perfect, boy. It’s a shame I’m gonna have to tear it up again.”
My cheeks blushed hearing my own dad compliment my pussy.
“Please, fuck my pussy, Daddy. I need you to wreck me.”
He let out a low laugh as he slid his leaking cock across my hole, rocking back and forth. Come on, Dad. Fuck me.
“Man, this perfect pussy was fucking made for taking loads, wasn’t it. Time to knock you up, boy.”
He grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed a glob of pre-cum at the center of my ring. Smearing it around with his spongey head, he pressed against the opening and began to slide inside. My eyes and head rolled back as I moaned loudly. The sound of fake thunder and screams from the customers on the other side of the door helped hide the noise.
I lifted up my shirt, reached down and began stroking my cock as he buried himself up to the hilt in my pussy. He stayed still, letting my insides adjust to the stretching as my own pre-cum pooled in my abs. After a moment, he began to slowly rock his hips back and forth, pulling out more and more each time before he was finally railing me like he had promised. His massive balls smacked my ass loudly with each slam.
“Fuck. This pussy is milking my dick” he panted as he pulled my thighs onto his shoulders. I could tell the mask was frustrating him. Not letting him fully ravage my body like he wanted.
“Your cock is stretching my pussy so much. I love feeling you carve me out.”
My toes curled as he continued his assault on my prostate. All I could do was grunt as I stroked my cock faster. Shivers ran down my spine as he grabbed my legs and yanked me closer. I never wanted this feeling to end. Sex with my dad was blowing my mind. I desperately wanted him to feel the same way too. I decided, at that moment, I needed him to know. I reached up and yanked my mask off as lightning flashed across our bodies. Dad froze dead in his tracks.
His chest heaved, out of breath and in shock as I looked up at him wanting...needing him. A bead of sweat ran down the indentations of his abs. He reached down and slowly stroked my cheek. I took his thumb in my mouth and sucked on it as I continued to look up at him. He wasn’t moving, but I could still feel his cock throbbing in my hole. Panic began to wash over me as he started to pull out. Did I just fuck it all up?
“Is everything...?”
Before I could finish my question, he slid all the way back inside me. He’d pull back enough, leaving just the head inside my hole and slide back in, rhythmically fucking my pussy with long, slow, deep strokes. He was coring his son out with his massive cock and he was loving it. I leaned forward and slid my hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples. He let out a series of grunts as his speed picked up. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither was he.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
He continued slamming into me as he emptied his balls deep inside. Cum gushed out down my ass onto the bed. His incessant hammering churning his load into a frothy white lubricant collecting around the base of his cock. He reached down and took my cock in his hands, furiously jerking me off. It didn’t take much more to set me off. After a couple strokes my cock erupted as globs of cum splattered on my chest and the bed. His thrusting came to a stop. We stayed like that, Dad buried deep inside my pussy, for a few minutes before he finally pulled out.
Clarity set in as I came back down to Earth and wondered what his next move would be. Would he take off his mask? Would we both come clean? I watched disappointedly as he stuffed his greasy cock back inside his jumpsuit and zipped back up. I pulled my leggings back on and wiped my load off my chest with a nearby pillow. I stood in front of him, unmasked and waiting, as lightning lit up the room again.
He slowly walked over to the door and unlocked it. No? Not tonight, I guess. I leaned in and kissed his triangle mask. He stroked my cheek again as I closed my eyes and nuzzled his hand. I leaned back in and whispered “goodbye” as I headed out the door. Like it or not, he knows the truth. There’s no going back now.
I used the nearby stairwell to sneak back outside. Pulling my phone out, I called Ollie’s car service as I walked back towards the entrance. Ten minutes later a town car pulled up in front of me. I hopped in and headed back home. The house was silent and dark as I entered and kicked off my shoes. I wasn’t sure when Dad would get home...or what he’d say when he did. Too many scenarios ran through my head as I peeled off my costume and headed into the bathroom. Steam filled the room as I washed the cum and sweat off my body. I dried off and headed back to my bedroom in my birthday suit. No underwear for me tonight.
I climbed into bed and got under the sheets, letting them barely cover my ass as I faced the wall. Despite my mind racing, I fell asleep shortly after. My body worn out from sex and spending all day mentally cranked up to 11, filled with anxiety. Some time later, I woke up to the sound of the front door slamming. Dad was home. Or was BigTool4U home?
I laid there unmoving, as I pretended for the second night in a row, to be asleep. A few minutes later I could feel eyes on me. Dad stood in the darkened hallway watching me. He stood there for five minutes before he sauntered across the floor, stopping next to my bed. I gently shifted in my sleep, sticking my ass a little further out from under the blanket.
The next thing I felt was Dad lifting up my sheets and climbing into bed with me. He scooched in close, spooning me from behind. I could feel his hairy chest press up against my back. A thin pair of cotton boxer shorts was all that separated his cock from my ass. His muscular arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me in tight. A sense of calm washed over me.
“Hey kid” he whispered into the back of my head. I felt a soft kiss on my neck.
“Mmm...hey Dad” I said as I scooted back into his embrace, wiggling my ass against his bulge.
Silence.
“Have fun at Ollie’s?” He knew that was a lie now.
“Mmmm” I let out a non-committal noise. Not a yes or a no, just an acknowledgement.
Silence. He squeezed me harder as he leaned in and nuzzled into my neck.
“I love you, Duncan.”
“I love you too, Dad.”
We fell asleep like that, spooning in my bed.
There were lots of things we didn’t know now, but our relationship was going to be different from now on.
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