Set in the same universe as my other series 'Deluca Adventures', father (Noah) and son (Duncan) enjoy life in their new town. Duncan's world flips upside down after hooking up with a guy over Halloween weekend.
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 1
::u ready to feel this monster slide inside u?::
I opened his private album and scrolled through the handful of photos he shared. No face pics or full body pics really, but a ton of photos of his massive cock. My favorite one, the one staring down the barrel of the gun as a clear stream of pre-cum oozed from his spongey, flared head had been the catalyst of several jerk off sessions recently. I wanted to worship it. Glide my tongue along that fat vein running down the side of it. Get it all sloppy and wet before bending over and begging him to breed me.
::I’ve been playing with my toys all week. I’m ready ;) :: I suddenly felt a sharp jab in my side.
“Hey, jerk! I’m talking to you!”
Hm? Oh, right. I wasn’t alone.
“I was saying I totally bombed the Spanish test. How ‘bout you?”
“Oh...yeah. Same” I said, looking up from my phone but still miles away. “Does it really matter though? We’re seniors. Can’t we just blow this shit off?” I rolled down my window. Temperatures were dropping to a chilly 84 degrees in New Mexico as we headed into Halloween weekend.
“Well, it still matters to my asshole parents.” Oliver peeled out of our high school parking lot and lit the Camel Light he had tucked behind his ear, at the first stop sign. He let out a big puff of smoke as he looked over at me in the passenger seat, annoyed. “Christ, we’re barely off school grounds and you’re already tuning me out for your boyfriend.”
Oliver was the first friend I made at my new school. We immediately bonded over our love of Chappell Roan and shitty horror movies from the early 2000’s. It only took 2 seconds for us both to decide we would be better off of as friends. Aside from us both being bottoms, his waiflike appearance and shoulder length platinum blonde hair didn’t really tick any boxes for me. And likewise, I wasn’t a Hemsworth brother, so neither one of us would’ve been happy. We hadn’t been friends long, but I knew things were rough at his house, so he frequently hung out at mine. He’d swim in the pool while I played DJ with my Bluetooth speakers, hiding out in the shade. At least a couple times a week he crashes in our guest room.
“He’s not my boyfriend, dick” I said taking the cigarette from his lips and tossing it out the window. “He’s just some faceless torso I’ve been flirting with on Grindr. You know I can’t do this shit at home. He could be a psycho. I don’t want him to know where I live.” I looked out my window and slicked my sweaty brown hair back. I still couldn’t figure out how to dress properly for the southwest. I had on my favorite pair of ripped black jeans and a vintage t-shirt that I stole from my dad’s closet that had a cat with sunglasses on it that said ‘Blues Traveler’. It was too big for my slim but muscular chest, so I cut off the sleeves and stretched the neck a bit to look like something you might see in those really old movies from the 80’s. “This shit was so much easier back in New York. Most someone could do is narrow you down to a 1400-unit apartment complex. Here in the suburbs, it’s fucking ‘X marks the spot.’”
Dad and I moved to Santa Fe about 3 months ago. He accepted a new position as a teacher at the local community college, after he had reached his limit of seeing me come home from school every day with a black eye and bloody nose. The school officials said they’d deal with my bullies, but shocker, they didn’t. Other than my grandparents, we didn’t have much reason to stay if we didn’t want to, so we decided together that a change would do us both some good. We had struggled to find a place within our budget, on his meager teacher’s salary. Just as we were about to give up and possibly move into a 1-bedroom apartment, at least temporarily, we got a phone call that our lowball offer on a house had been accepted. Weirdly enough, the previous owner was the town’s newest out and proud mayor, Tony Deluca.
“You can tell ‘BigTool4U’ about the Halloween party at Babylon tonight” Oliver said, desperately digging around the center console in search of a loose cigarette or forgotten pack. “But if he winds up killing you, I get to move in with your hot dad.” He pulled out a half-smoked cigarette triumphantly from the cup holder. “Yessssss!”. I reached over and grabbed it and tossed it out the window. He glared at me. “I fucking hate you.”
“No, you don’t” I said with a smarmy smile. “You can just drop me off in the lot next to the auditorium. It’s faster to just cut through it to get to Dad’s office.” We pulled onto the community college’s main road. Normally Oliver would just take me home, but Dad had asked me to stop by after school for some reason. Oliver pulled into the parking lot and came to a stop, taking up two parking spaces.
“OK. So be at my place by like 8 and we can get ready together and pre-game.” He played around with the radio as I climbed out of the car.
“Ollie. Listen...about the party...” I said, leaning against the car, giving him my best ‘I’m sorry, but your husband’s gone’ face.
“Fuck you. You’re going.” I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh in frustration.
“But I don’t have anything to fucking wear.” Oliver stared daggers into me.
“Bitch, I have like a million costumes. We’ll squeeze your tree trunk thighs and bubble butt into one of them or die trying.” He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, effectively ending the debate.
“Fine” I said, as I began backing away. “See you at 8.”
“Bye slut!”
“Bye skank!”
I made a beeline through the auditorium entrance and out the back. They don’t usually lock the place up until around 8pm. I skipped up the 4 stone steps and entered Garcia Hall. Up on the third floor, I passed empty classrooms and bulletin boards canvased with fliers offering rooms for rent, guitar lessons, and tickets for the upcoming Halloween festivities on Sunday. As I approached Dad’s office at the end of the hall, I could hear the faint sound of a conversation inside. I lightly knocked on the door.
“Yeah?”
I slowly opened the door and peaked my head inside.
“Dunkaroo! Perfect timing! Come on in” my dad said with a beaming smile. He stood up from behind his desk and waved me over. He wore a pair of dark navy-blue jeans and a white button-down shirt that hugged his muscular chest with the sleeves rolled halfway up his thick forearms. His black tie had been loosened and the top button on his shirt opened. A rogue strand of his wavy black hair dangled in front of his forehead, the rest of it was slicked back with sweat. The building was air conditioned. Not that you could tell. He always had a dark 5 o’clock shadow along his square jaw, regardless of the time of day. He may be a mild-mannered educator, but my dad looked like the impossibly handsome son of Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent.
I always pretend to be grossed out whenever Oliver calls him my ‘hot dad’, but I’d be lying if I said I never had the occasional daydream of what it might feel like for him to pound me so hard I lose consciousness. What? He’s objectively hot and I’m a gay teenager overflowing with hormones. Leave me alone.
“Hi, Dad” I said, as I walked over and gave him a hug. He gave me a quick wink, resting his hand on my lower back. My face suddenly felt flush, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the heat or something else.
“So, this is the famous Duncan.” I looked over at my dad’s guest sitting in the chair across from us. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, dirty blonde hair, surprisingly fit and painfully handsome. He had on a pair of nylon shorts that hugged his muscular thighs, and a college jacket that was halfway unzipped, revealing a tan, smooth, cut chest underneath. Why did I suddenly feel territorial?
“Dunc, this is Vincent Deluca. He’s another teacher here and coach of the swim team.” Dad patted his chair, suggesting I take a seat. I dropped my bookbag on the floor and sat down.
“Noah, please. ‘Vinnie’ is fine, really. And you forgot to mention, we’re ‘house family’ now. You guys bought my old childhood home.” That’s not a thing, but OK. He looked at me expectantly with a big smile.
“OK. Um. Hi?” I looked back up at my dad. I was suddenly very much aware that my dad’s bulge was inches from my face. I gulped and quickly looked away. Vinnie stared at me for a second before a smirk crossed his face.
“Well, word on the street is you’re considering enrolling here after you graduate in the spring. I’m bummed you aren’t really interested in swimming or computers, but I hear you’ve got the theatre bug. We may not have a huge theatre department, but that just means you can pretty much design your own major and do whatever you want. I hope you’ll keep us in the running.” Dad patted my shoulder.
“Um, thanks. I will.” Vinnie made me uneasy. That kind of feeling you have when you hand your phone to a friend to look at a photo and pray, they don’t accidentally swipe left or right and see who you really are.
“Great!” Vinnie smacked his knees, stood up and walked towards the door. “Well, if you boys need any tips or suggestions, Noah has my cell now. Feel free to reach out. Doesn’t hurt to be friends with the mayor’s favorite son.” He winked at me at as he opened the door. “Oh, and if you’re looking for a gym, my dad’s second favorite son owns one downtown. I’m sure I can get you a ‘house family’ discount on the membership fee. Let me know!” And with that, he disappeared into the dark hallway.
“Nice kid, huh?” Dad said as he closed his laptop and packed up his briefcase.
“Is that why you wanted me to meet you here?” I asked, putting my backpack back on.
“What? He’s a nice guy. Not that much older than you. Thought maybe he could help me sell you on coming here after you graduate. Tuition would be free since I’m a teacher...I’d still get to see my boy every day...” He ushered us out of his office and turned around to lock up for the weekend.
“I don’t know where I’m gonna go, Dad. But you don’t have to worry about tuition. I’ll just start an OnlyFans account to raise the money.” Dad turned to me and raised his eyebrows as he waited for me to admit I was joking.
“Dunc...I swear to God...” He began shaking his head.
“What? Ollie told me our mayor’s ‘second favorite son’ actually used to make a career that way and I’m way younger and hotter than he was.”
“And how would you know that?”
“Oh, that’s right!” I smacked my forehead loudly. “I forgot. I’m the only gay guy in the world that’s never seen porn before.” My dad let out a huge gasp.
“Who told you about ‘porn’?! I want names!” he yelled, pretending to be angry. He threw an arm around my neck and pulled me in for a noogie. “Was it Oliver? Was it that creepy kid Jimmy with the messed-up legs? I’ll kill ‘em!” Our laughter echoed throughout the dark, empty building as we made our way out to his car and drove home.
My dad is my best friend. I don’t really remember my mother much. She died in a car accident when I was 2 years old. A drunk driver crashed into her on the Long Island Expressway one night on her way home from work. Dad obviously took it very hard, but he always tried his best to keep the mood in the house an upbeat one...at least when he wasn’t busting my balls.
For most of my childhood, he had to work more than one job just so we could make ends meet. That usually meant my grandparents, his parents, would come over and watch me until he got home. Every night I’d wake up to the creek of that one particular old floorboard right outside my door. He’d quietly tip toe in after his late shift at the diner or maybe the pizza joint down the block, squeeze his large frame onto the edge of my twin bed and we’d lay there, just sharing stories about our day until I fell asleep. We still end every night that way, even to this day.
When I was 13, I decided to come out to my dad. I couldn’t live a lie anymore. I was in love. With Zac Efron. and I knew, when we finally met, he would instantly fall in love with me too. At the time, I assumed the smile and tears welling in my dad’s eyes were from love and acceptance. His beautiful baby boy had the admirable strength and courage to finally live his truth. And surely, he couldn’t imagine having a better son-in-law. It wasn’t until much later that I realized he was really just holding back laughter.
A few days later, my dad decided to come out as well. As bisexual. He had been waiting to tell me for quite some time, but he wanted to be sure I was old enough to understand. I was happy for him, but I will say...he kinda stole my thunder. I couldn’t even get a week of being ‘the brave one’? Now we’re both brave? What kind of BS is that? Over the years, he’d bring the occasional date home, male or female, but he never had me meet them. I think the dates were more utilitarian than romantic. If I had to work as hard as he did, I’d definitely be looking for a release every now and then.
I unlocked the front door and turned on the lights as Dad followed close behind me. My backpack fell to the floor with a thud as I kicked off my shoes and walked towards the kitchen for a little pre-dinner snack.
“Is that where that goes?” Dad asked gesturing to my backpack in the middle of the floor. “It’s an interesting design choice, but I think it’s a little too modern for my taste.” I rolled my eyes, walked back over, and picked up my backpack. Dad smacked my butt hard. I didn’t hate it. “Go put your shit away, yeah? Dinner’ll be ready in 20 minutes.”
I walked down the hallway to my bedroom and flipped the light switch. I had been completely unpacked for about a month now, but the room still seemed sparse. I wasn’t used to having this much space to play around with. I looked over at my twin bed pressed up against the wall. Dad said we could go shopping for a full or queen bed in a month or so once all the moving expenses had been taken care of. I dropped my bookbag on my desk chair and immediately began peeling off my clothes.
I stood in front of the floor length mirror in my pair of black Calvin Klein briefs, slowly scanning over my body. I wasn’t an athlete, but I was blessed genetically. Probably from Dad’s side. He and grandpa were both in amazing shape. I on the other hand, was slim, but I had really nice muscle definition. I was completely smooth, except for some light armpit hair and a faint trail from my belly button down to my trimmed pubic hair. My thick brown hair was getting kind of long, but it hadn’t quite reached my shoulders yet. It was just long enough for me to slick it back and have it stay without needing any product in it. I slipped a hand inside my underwear and slid it along the length of my soft, 6-inch cock. I wondered if BigTool4U would actually show up at the party tonight. It’s been almost 9 months without sex and I was desperately in need of having my insides rearranged. I squeezed the base of my cock and let out a soft moan.
“Hey, Shawn Mendes. You think you could finish your photo shoot after you set the table for dinner? After 2 or 3 helpings, we might start to notice we don’t have any utensils.” Dad stood at the door with a dish towel in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. I pulled my hand out of my underwear nonchalantly. This was a guys’ house. Doors were never locked, let alone completely closed. His eyes slowly scanned my body as he motioned towards the dining room. I suddenly found myself awkwardly posing. Attempting to appear effortless, handsome, and sexy. What was I doing?
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” I said as I grabbed a pair of black nylon short shorts and threw on one of my favorite crop tops. It was another re-claimed band shirt from the back of Dad’s closet. I had cut so much off the bottom it just said ‘Hootie’ now across my pecs, but it showed off my six-pack nicely. Dad looked me up and down and smacked my butt again as I walked down the hall to set the table.
A couple hours later, I sat on the floor by the front door, tying my shoes.
“So, what’s this party again?” Dad asked, leaning casually against the wall next to me.
“I don’t know, Dad. Just some party Ollie wanted to check out. We may not even go. Honestly, I don’t even want to go, but Ollie is fighting me on it. I’d rather stay in, watch Thirteen Ghosts and try to catfish one of our teachers.” Dad chuckled as he rubbed his face. I stood back up and dusted myself off.
“OK. OK...but you know...”
“That I am not to drink.”
“And...”
“And if either of us drinks, we are not to drive.”
“Because...”
“We will die.”
“And...”
“And if I die, you will bring me back to life, delete all of my saved Playstation files in front of me and then kill me again.” A big smile crossed his face as he leaned in, took my head in his hands and kissed me on the forehead.
“Was that so hard?” I smiled and leaned back in for another forehead kiss. This time he lingered for a moment and breathed me in. “I love you with all my heart, Dunkaroo. Don’t be dumb out there tonight. Please.” His arms slid down and wrapped around my bare stomach. The skin-to-skin contact felt a little too nice.
“I love you too, old man. I’ll save my ‘dumb’ for another night. Promise.” I gave him a wink as I pulled away and opened the door.
“Last thing, Dunc. Midnight. Not a minute later, yeah?”
“Yes sir!” I said in a mock salute as I headed down the walkway and turned right. Ollie only lived a couple blocks away. Normally I’d ride my bike, but I didn’t want another thing to keep track of tonight. We might live in the same neighborhood, but Oliver’s house was much nicer and a lot bigger. His parents worked in the private sector and traveled a lot. In their spare time they enjoyed playing tennis at the nearby country club, volunteering for various foundations around town, and emotionally abusing their troubled, gay son. It was a rare occurrence for Ollie to suggest I come over, but his parents were out of town, and it was easier to get ready at his place rather than lug costumes and makeup over to my house. I climbed up the front steps and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later Ollie opened the door dressed in a long, red, flowing gown with a gold sash wrapped around his skinny waist. His platinum hair was bobby-pinned back, and it looked like he was at the beginning stages of applying some make-up.
“FINALLY” he said, grabbing my arm and yanking me inside. “I’ve been waiting FOREVER.”
“It’s 8:05” I said, looking around his bedroom. I spotted a handle of vodka on his nightstand and a half empty glass. “Aw, honey. You started without me?”
“Bitch it’s called pre-gaming for a reason.” He picked up the glass and handed it to me. I took a swig of the room temperature vodka and sat down on his bed.
“OK. So, what’s the plan? Cause it looks like I’m too late to convince you to stay in and watch shitty movies with me.”
“Princess motherfucking Bride, bitch” he said crossing over the bed on his way to the closet. “I’m gonna be Princess Buttercup, obviously.” He gave a little twirl but stumbled at the end. “And you’re gonna be my Westley.” He reached into his closet and grabbed a handful of black clothing and tossed them on my lap. I began undressing down to my underwear as he sauntered back over to his vanity and resumed applying his makeup.
“Is there a reason you chose a couples costume for us?” I asked as I slid a pair of tight black leggings over my muscular thighs and bubble butt.
“Well, you don’t do drag and Westley’s costume is probably one of the few things of mine that will fit over your fat ass so...” I threw a small decorative pillow from his bed at the back of his head, causing him to smudge his makeup. He looked at me angrily in the mirror. “You throw like a fat girl.” I rolled my eyes and pulled the black, long-sleeved blouse over my head. It had a deep V-neck slit with a couple loose chords on either side for synching up if I wanted. It really helped highlight my pasty white pectoral cleavage. “Did you tell your boyfriend about the party?”
“BigTool texted he’d meet me on the dancefloor and then fuck my brains out in the backroom” I said as I slid the black leather eye mask over my face. “God, I need to get fucked.”
“Says the man with ‘sex on legs’ for a father.”
“Don’t start.” I looked down at the balled-up scarf in my hands confused.
“Here. Let me” he said walking over, asking for the black bandana. I handed it to him and sat up straight. “Did he tell you what he’s going to be dressed as? You guys haven’t even shared face pics yet.” He finished wrapping the pirate bandana around my head and poured himself another three fingers of vodka.
“No. No face pics yet. Just some dick pics from him and obviously I showed him my ass.” I got up and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked good. Sort of sexy. Sort of basic. It was good enough for me. “He said he was gonna dress like one of those guys from Squid Games.”
“Like the pink jumper and triangle mask thing?”
“Yeah, I guess.” He grabbed some lip liner and walked over to me.
“One last thing.” He grabbed my chin and painted on a thin black mustache above my lips. “There. Now if that thing isn’t smeared to hell by the end of the evening, we can’t be friends anymore.”
Twenty minutes later, Oliver had finished getting ready and we were out the door and down to the town car waiting for us out front. Ollie frequently used his parent’s car service whenever he wanted to go out drinking. Babylon was an 18 and up club, but I have no doubt he’ll find someone to buy him drinks. Traffic was light as we headed downtown.
“You can just let us out here” Oliver said, bundling up his dress as he prepared to climb out. The evening had cooled to a more comfortable 75 degrees. Babylon was halfway down the block. I’d only been there a handful of times since we moved here. Clubs weren’t really my scene, but Ollie liked going so I’d tag along while he drank and flirted with anyone that looked like they could lift him over their head. The entrance was down an alley, in between Deluca Gym and the local gay-friendly diner, Little Debbie’s. We huffed it down the street and turned down the alley. Glowing paper lanterns lit the way towards the giant leather padded door just below the neon ‘Babylon’ sign. We flashed our ID’s and went inside.
The club was about halfway full. A nice turnout so far given how early it still was. We headed past the bar and walked over to the railing overlooking the dancefloor down below. A sea of men in various stages of drag and half-naked beefcakes giving their half-assed attempt at a ‘sexy’ animal costume splayed out before us. Their bodies glistened with sweat and glitter under the red and purple strobe lights. There was no sign of BigTool4U yet. A remix of Robyn’s ‘Dancing On My Own’ blasted from the nearby speakers. Ollie grabbed my hand and led us downstairs.
We pushed our way to the center of the crowd and started dancing. A few songs later and the club was starting to really heat up. A few beads of sweat ran between my pecs as my shirt clung to my chest, soaking wet. Ollie looked at me, face flushed from his wig and dress and made the ‘drink’ gesture and pointed to a small bar in the corner of the bottom floor. I nodded ‘OK’ and started to follow him through the crowd. He turned around and shoved me back.
“No! Keep our place! I’ll bring you something!” he yelled as he disappeared into the crowd. Madonna’s ‘Get Together’ came on next. That’s when I felt it. Eyes on me. Not just any eyes. His eyes. Eyes that hungered for me. Eyes that needed to fulfill some primal animalistic calling. Fuck. Breed. Claim. Lots of guys checked me out when we entered and while we danced, but I could feel these eyes in my soul. I looked up to the walkway above us. There he was, BigTool4U, a name he backed up with impressive photos that I needed to finally verify in person. The bright pink jumpsuit hugged his muscular chest tightly. His black mask with a white triangle on it hid his face, but I knew he was looking right at me. He raised a hand and waved at me slowly. In any other situation this might’ve creeped me out, but here? Now? I needed that man’s cock more than anything in the world. He turned and headed towards the stairs, walking down them slowly, never taking his eyes off me. I slowly made my way out of the sea of dancers and met him at the landing. Dancing would have to wait.
I grabbed his hand and led him through an unmarked door along the backwall. For legal purposes, the room was considered a private event space for small gatherings or parties. Any other day of the week, it was a room for fucking. Ollie told me about the room, but this was my first time experiencing it for myself. The place was dimly lit by a handful of small red spotlights. A couple leather couches and armchairs lined the walls and four or five sheer fabric panels hung from the ceiling, offering what little privacy they could. I spotted a dark corner in the back and led BigTool4U past a few shadowy figures in various stages of hooking up.
I pulled my towering, faceless slab of muscles into the shadows with me. My hands reached up to his broad shoulders, and I pushed him against the wall with a muffled thud. I was in heat. The drought had gone on too long. Images of my own dad crept back into my brain. The way his bathing suit clung to his body after swimming in our pool. His matted chest hair perfectly framing his defined pectorals and hardened silver dollar-sized nipples begging to be sucked on. I needed this. I needed this itch scratched so I could get back to feeling normal again.
I located the tiny metal tab of his jumpsuit and began to slowly unzip it down to his bellybutton. My hands slid inside the opening and felt around. I couldn’t really see, but it was obvious from the warm, rock-hard flesh, that he was completely naked under that suit. Good man. I chewed on my lower lip in anticipation as my hands wandered over his hairy, muscular chest memorizing every bump and crevasse. My right hand softly pinched his left nipple as I blindly leaned in and sucked on the right, eliciting a moan from my companion. After a minute of nursing on his muscular tits, I began to work my way down towards my prize, his massive cock.
I unzipped a little lower, reached in and pulled his cock out as I squatted in front of him. I ran my hands along the pulsating shaft slowly as I read its veins like braille. I lingered briefly on the thick vein running along the side. My favorite. Just like the pictures. I leaned forward and buried my face in his crotch, inhaling the musky smell of his sweaty balls and dick. Sitting back on my knees, I smacked the head of his cock against my tongue a few times before I started the arduous task of attempting to swallow his monster whole. His hands came down and held the sides of my face as he slid past my molars.
I gagged for a second, as his cock poked the back of my throat. He tried to pull back but I reached up, grabbed his hips and held him in place. Once my throat had adjusted, I began to milk his cock. The steady stream of pre-cum running down my throat let me know he enjoyed it. My eyes watered as I continued to impale myself repeatedly. My hands wandered north, caressing his abs. I could tell his breaths were getting shorter by the way his stomach contracted and expanded. He was close to cumming and we hadn’t even got to the main event yet. I quickly pulled off as threads of saliva bridged the gap from my mouth to his cock. He grabbed the base and squeezed some more pre-cum into my mouth that I eagerly swallowed.
I kissed the head of his cock one last time before he reached down and pulled me back up. We switched places as he spun me around and pushed me up against the wall. His giant arms wrapped around my tiny waist and his hands slid into my black leggings. One large rough hand stroked my leaking cock while the other fondled my balls. I moaned loudly, over the music thumping from the other side of the wall, and leaned back, resting my head on his shoulder.
“You’re so fucking sexy” he whispered in my ear, barely audible over the base from Kylie Minogue’s ‘Red Blooded Woman’. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I grinded back against his leaking cock. Images of my dad continued to dance through my brain. Imagining waking up with him on top of me. Feeling him slide deep into my pussy as he whispered how good I felt, sending shivers up my spine. One of BigTool4U’s hands slid up and played with one of my nipples, bringing me back to reality. “Is this what you want? You want this cock in that pussy?”
“No” I whispered back, shaking my head. Not that he could probably see it anyway. “Need. I need it.”
He pulled his hands out and yanked my leggings down. He pressed up against me hard. My face mashed against the wall. I could feel the girth and length of his cock sliding back and forth across my hairless pretty pink ring. Teasing me. Driving me insane with lust. Each time his spongey head slid by it would just barely begin to breach my hole as it continued to slide upwards. My pussy was now fully coated with his pre-cum and desperately in need of fucking.
“Please” I begged. I was losing my mind. He couldn’t hear me, but he knew what I needed. It had been our only topic of conversation on Grindr for weeks. He arched his back, lined his greasy cock head up with my pussy and began to push inside. My ring stretched wider than it ever has, welcoming the invasion. He was going to split me in half and I wanted him to.
I had been playing with my small collection of dildos all week in preparation for this moment. I’ve been dreaming of this moment. Frothing at the mouth for this moment and it was even better than I could have imagined. He slid deep inside me slowly. My silky walls burned as they adjusted and welcomed his veiny monster. I soon felt his bush against my bubble butt as he bottomed out inside me.
“Fuuuuuuck” he moaned as I clamped down on his cock hard. He rested his masked face on my shoulder as we adjusted to the intense tingling sensations coursing through our bodies. I never wanted him to take it out, but I desperately needed to be fucked. I slowly began rocking back and forth, signaling I was ready for my pounding.
He grabbed my hips and rocked back and forth, always leaving at least half of his cock inside. He didn’t want to leave my pussy either. I bit down on my arm as tears welled in my eyes. There was pain, but it was exquisite. My stomach felt full as he continued to carve me out deeper than any of my toys could. I was in heaven.
“You feel so fucking good, man. Holy shit. Holy shit. Your cock...Jesus...I love your fucking cock.” His hands grabbed my shoulders as he continued to hammer me open.
“Fuck, kid. This pussy...Shit. Best fucking pussy of my life. Gonna have to breed you often from now on.” At best, we could just about make out every other word we said, as the music continued to drown us out, but we didn’t really need to hear each other. We both knew this was fucking amazing.
His speed started to build faster and faster as he fucked me hard against the wall. He reached up and placed a hand on my head to keep it from banging, but I didn’t even care. Fuck my brains out big guy. Fucking get me pregnant for all I care. Use me until there’s nothing left. He hunched over me. His mask pressed up against the back of my bandana as his breath got shorter. This was it.
He slammed hard into me one last time, and I felt my insides flood with his hot, sticky load. My walls continued to milk his cock of every last drop as it spasmed deep inside me. Then, without even touching myself, my own cock erupted, shooting rope after rope of cum against the wall. We stayed hunched over like that for a minute as our balls emptied.
As his dick began to soften, he slowly pulled out of me. A small bead of his load seeped out of my hole as the ring closed back up, keeping my prize buried deep inside me. I probably would’ve felt sad if there had been any blood left in my head at the moment. I was still riding the high of getting the best dick of my life. He massaged my back and helped me pull my pants back up. I turned around and helped him stuff his cock back in his suit and zip up. I wanted to kiss him so bad, but we both agreed to the anonymity here. Maybe one day we’d get to see each other. Face to face. I didn’t want this to be a one-time thing, and it didn’t sound like he did either, but I didn’t know how our future encounters could work. Halloween would be over soon. That’s a problem for ‘Future Duncan’, not me.
I took his hand and we headed back out past the various silhouettes and shadows of men fucking and sucking. I was just hoping I wouldn’t get hit by anything as we groped around for the exit. We made our way to the dancefloor just as the alarm on my watch went off. It was midnight. Curfew. Shit. Cindarella’s gotta go. Dad was pretty easy going, but not about curfew. I stopped and got BigTool4U’s attention.
“I have to get going” I mouthed, gesturing towards the exit. I didn’t want to scream over the Cardi B song that had just come on. “I had fun. I’ll text you.” I mouthed again, this time holding up my phone, making it look like I was playing the most boring game of Charades ever. I leaned in and rubbed the bulge in his jumpsuit and gave him a smile. He brushed my cheek, sweetly, and gave me the ‘OK’ signal. We both waved goodbye as he disappeared into the crowd.
I found Ollie hanging out in the VIP section. He was sitting on the lap of some older Magic Mike looking reject who honestly looked more bored than anything. I stepped over the velvet rope and walked up to their table.
“Ollie! We have to go!” I said as I pointed to my watch.
“Oh hey! Did you fuck your Squid Games guy yet?” He asked, running his hands through the daddy’s wavy black hair. Unless his costume was ‘wealthy douche’ I don’t think he cared to partake in the Halloween festivities.
“Yes! We fucked! We need to go!” I pointed up to the exit. My throat was starting to hurt. Either from the mouth fucking or screaming all night.
“But we just ordered another round of cocktails. This guy sounds just like a Super Mario Brother! Isn’t that adorable?” His words began to slur and I could tell he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. I rolled my eyes and shook my head ‘no’. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. The daddy just sat there and glared at me as he took a slow sip of scotch.
“It’s 2 AM. We need to go or my dad will kill me!” He was too drunk to know what time it really was, a tool I frequently utilized in my favor whenever I felt like going home.
“Oh shit! We gotta go or ‘Hot Dad’ will be mad!” He grabbed my hand and pulled me back up the stairs and out of the club. As we stood on the curb waiting for his car service he leaned on me and laughed. “Heh....’Hot Dad’ will be mad...That rhymes! Hey Duncan! It totally rhymes!” I just nodded and helped pour him into the back seat of the town car.
I told the car service to take us to my house. They were used to Ollie’s antics and me playing ‘designated friend’. I didn’t want to leave Ollie alone in his current state and, honestly, I didn’t want to crash at his place even if I could. It kind of gave me the willies. When we got to my house, I noticed my dad’s car was missing from the driveway. He must’ve gone out. It’s not unusual, just surprised he didn’t tell me about it. It was a good thing though because we were definitely late.
I helped Ollie out of his costume as he sipped on a glass of water. After a few Super Mario impressions, he passed out in the guest room. I decided to take a quick shower and rinse off the sweat and glitter that covered my body. I had to scrub extra hard to get the tiny mustache off my face leaving my upper lip a little red. I slipped on one of my favorite black jockstraps to sleep in and climbed into bed. I wanted to pull up Grindr to see if BigTool4U had messaged me, but I didn’t want to risk using the app at home. Outside, I could hear Dad’s car door slam. I put my phone on my nightstand, pulled my sheets up and closed my eyes.
I could hear Dad moving about the house, performing his fatherly duties of checking locks, setting alarms, and turning off any unnecessary lights. About 20 minutes later, I could feel Dad’s presence at my bedroom door as he stood in the dark hallway and watched me for a moment. He slowly moved across the floor and climbed onto my bed with me.
“Mmmm....Wha?....Dad?” I mumbled, pretending to be roused from a deep, deep sleep. I rolled over onto my side and put my head on his chest. He was wearing his trademark pajamas, a white wifebeater and a pair of blue cotton boxer shorts. “What’s going on?” I asked as I nuzzled against his chest.
“Hey kid” he said softly as he stroked my hair. “You boys have fun tonight?”
“Yeah. I mean. It was OK. Ollie’s asleep in the guest room FYI.” I let out a real yawn.
“Asleep or passed out?”
“....Asleep.” I was no narc, but Dad wasn’t an idiot. He snorted.
“OK.” He let out a sigh.
“Where’d you go tonight?” I asked, rolling over onto my stomach, revealing the top of my ass crack under my jock’s waistband. Dad looked down briefly before lacing his fingers behind his head and looking up at the ceiling.
“Vinnie Deluca called me like 20 minutes after you left. Invited me to some party. It was fun. It was a lot of fun. I definitely....needed...it.” He let out a big stretch. “Had to borrow a costume from him though. You know I don’t have anything. Fortunately, his boyfriend’s dad is about my size.” I yawned again as I actually began to fall asleep. “It’s late though. You should get some sleep. We can catch up more tomorrow.” He leaned down and kissed my head as he climbed off the bed. “Night, Dunc. I love you.” He pulled up my sheets, tucked me in and headed out.
I woke up late the next morning. My sheets balled up on the floor. I rolled onto my stomach and reached back towards my puffy pink ring. I slid a finger around the edges remembering the amazing night before. I wouldn’t mind a little release this morning, but I needed to do a head count first. I slid on a pair of white running shorts, walked into the kitchen and found a Post-it note on the fridge from Dad.
“Went running. Make sure Ollie is not dead. Love Dad.” Good plan. I walked down the hall to the guest bedroom and knocked on the door.
“Go away” Oliver mumbled as he rolled to the other side of the bed in a cocoon of blankets. “Need more sleep.” Well, at least he wasn’t dead.
I headed back to my bedroom. My sweaty costume from last night lay on the floor balled up in a pile. Shit. I need something to wear tonight to the Halloween festival at Dad’s school. I let out a groan as I realized I would need to do a quick load of laundry. I grabbed my costume and a few other items from my hamper and tossed them in the washing machine. I thought I’d play the good son and check to see if Dad needed anything washed as well. I headed into the master bedroom and grabbed some clothes from his hamper. As I headed towards the door, it caught my eye.
A bright, pink jumpsuit lay draped over the armchair in the corner. I walked over to it and put the laundry basket down. A small round object lay on the cushion below it. I picked it up and slowly turned it over. The unmistakable triangle mask stared up at me. My heart began to race.
“Did I just fuck my dad?”
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