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
The Art of Dating
Noah
(Hey baby. Are you busy?)
Duncan
(Hey sexy. Not at all. Got a free period now. Just listening to Ollie’s latest family drama.)
Noah
(Ah. I know you love some good gossip. You’re lucky you have such an awesome dad :) .)
Duncan
(Yeah. And he has the most delicious cock with that fat vein running up the side that I love to nibble on. ;) .)
Noah
(Oof. Don’t get me started. I’m walking back to my office right now. It’s not easy hiding a 12-inch erection.)
Duncan
(Boo. You’re no fun...but fine :P . What’s up?)
Noah
(Was just down at the pool talking to Vinnie. He invited us to Max’s art show tonight. Thought we could go and then maybe grab some dinner afterwards.)
Duncan
(Why Noah Wyatt, are you asking me out on a date?)
Noah
(Is that a yes?)
Duncan
(I’d love to.)
Noah
(Perfect. See you at home, baby <3 .)
Duncan
( <3 )
A few weeks after the holidays, Dad and I settled back into our normal routines. I had to finish up the final semester of my senior year, and Dad had to get back to his own students at the community college. The past three months had been amazing and terrible and then back to amazing again and I was eager to keep the upswing going but I wasn’t quite sure how. Dad’s suggestion of a date night sounded like fun, but I wasn’t sure how ‘couple-y’ we could really be out in public. I was eager to find out though.
A few hours later I stood naked in the walk-in closet of the master bedroom, deciding on what to wear for our date while Dad took a shower. I had moved in after New Years, but we kept a small portion of my stuff in my old bedroom for the occasional ‘Oliver visits’. An unfamiliar knot twisted in my stomach. Was I actually nervous about tonight? We’d been good for about a month or so. Ever since that night at Babylon. But I didn’t know how this could actually work and I was worried one wrong step out in the real world and Dad would spook again. I could hear Dad singing in the shower on the other side of the wall. The house had old bones, but the previous owners, the Delucas, had done a great job of upgrading the interior. Dad and I frequently spent more time than we should enjoying that walk-in shower with the overhead rain fixture. Dad would go over my body meticulously with the loofah, getting every inch of my body soapy and clean.
I slid on a thin black mesh thong from the dresser. It had just enough fabric to cradle my cock and balls. The thin spaghetti straps arched up over my round bubble butt and disappeared between my cheeks, gently rubbing against the lips of my smooth pussy. My adventures in the magical world of male lingerie continued apace. The way Dad’s eyes lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning when his hands would reach into my pants and feel the latest addition to my collection, drove me crazy. I threw on a pair of formfitting black chinos and a sheer, short-sleeved black button-down shirt. My soft, pink nipples turned dark mauve, pressed up against the material. I only buttoned halfway, so my tits would be on display for my boyfriend. The look was classy with just a hint of slutty. OK...maybe more than a hint, but I wanted to show off for my dad. I wanted him to feel proud to have me on his arm all night. I walked up to the full-length mirror by the bed and fixed my hair, slicking it back with some product. I lightly spritzed my neck and chest with my favorite citrusy D&G cologne and headed out to the pool while I waited for my date. I pulled out my phone and pinged my worse half.
Duncan
(Hey bitch. What’re you up to?)
Oliver
(In the car. Headed to the country club for dinner with the rents. If you feel a chill in the air tonight, it’s because my grandparents are in town too. You wouldn’t believe how butch they’re making me dress tonight.)
I laughed when I probably shouldn’t have. The idea of Ollie being forced to conform for his narrow-minded family was sad, but the idea of him masquerading as some ‘stereotypical straight dude’ would be fun to see.
Dunca
(You’re right. I wouldn’t believe. Do I look butch?)
I took a selfie standing by the pool and sent it.
Oliver
(OK, Tits McGee. Very perky. Love it. Where are you taking the girls to tonight?)
Duncan
(Just heading to an art show downtown with my dad.)
Oliver
(Oh my god. Are you dressing slutty for your...daddy?)
Yes.
Duncan
(No. It’s an art show. There’s gonna be TONS of gay guys there. I have to adequately display the merchandise for them.)
Oliver
(Sure. You’ve been spending all your free time with your daddy, but the tit show is for other guys. OK. I’m not judging, girl. If he were MY dad?...WOOF.)
Despite his excessive drinking and questionable memory, Oliver is a rather astute individual. Every week he inches closer and closer to the truth about my dad and I, but I always kept one weapon in my back pocket. A weapon handed down to me by my grandparents and their ancestors: guilt.
Duncan
(Maybe I’m hanging out with my dad a lot because YOU NEVER HAVE TIME FOR ME ANYMORE.)
Oliver
(Whatever, bitch. Sorry I have a boyfriend and you won’t let me set you up with anyone. Gotta go. We’re pulling up to the country club now. Go make those art queens jealous of your dad.)
“Hey, baby.”
I turned around to see my dad standing in the patio doorway. He had on a pair of tight white khakis and a light green linen shirt that hugged the curves of his muscular hairy chest. His hair was slicked back, except for a single, curly strand that dangled in front of his forehead like Superman. He walked up to me with a small black box in his hand.
“Hi, Dad. You look very dashing tonight.” He held out his arms and gave me a slight bow.
“Thank you. Thank you. And you, Dunc...Wow. Everyone is gonna be jealous of me tonight.” He stepped in close and wrapped a muscular arm around my waist, pulling me in tight. He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss, eliciting a hungry moan from deep inside me.
“How about we skip the date and just go directly to you fucking my brains out?” I asked in a low tone as more of my hormones kicked in. My lips still orbiting his. He let out a chuckle and smacked me on the butt.
“No” he said, authoritatively. “We’re gonna get out of this house, be social, look at some art, and then I will take you to a fancy, intimate dinner where I can hold your hand and admire my sexy boyfriend.” I pushed my lower lip out, pretending to pout. He grabbed my chin and lifted it up. His eyes stared deep into mine with a darkness and a hunger I knew too well. “And if...if you are good, I will drive us home, carry you to our bed and completely dismantle your entire being with every inch of my massive cock.” My body shivered against his in anticipation.
“Fuck. OK. Yes” I said with a smile. “Let’s go! Can we go now?” I was eager to receive my reward.
“Hang on just a sec.” He handed me the small black box in his hand. I looked at the velvety smooth box intrigued...and slightly confused.
“Is this...you got me a gift?” I asked.
“Just open it.”
I opened the box and my heart began to flutter.
“Due to the nature of our relationship, anytime we leave the four walls of this house, we’re gonna have to pick and choose how and where we can truly be a couple, but I wanted you to know that you, Duncan, are my other half. No matter where we are. I had seen this couple’s necklace online shortly after Christmas, but they just arrived today.” He pulled the two necklaces out of the box slowly. One was a gold necklace with a sun pendant. The other, a silver necklace with a crescent moon pendant that hugged the sun.
“I love it” I said with a big smile on my face. Maybe I didn’t have to be nervous. Dad was clearly aware it would be work and he wanted to assure me of his commitment.
“So...Not too cheesy?”
“No. This is the perfect amount of cheese, Dad.” I handed him the sun necklace and turned around. He affixed the necklace around my neck, giving me a soft kiss on the back of my head when he was done. The sun pendant nestled in between my pale, muscular pecs. I turned around and swirled my finger, ordering him to do the same. He hunched down enough so I could put his necklace on his massive frame. The moon shimmered in its bed of chest hair as he turned back around to face me.
“I just wanted to get you something to remember me by when we can’t be...together.”
“As if I could forget you” I said leaning up for another kiss. He took my hand and led me back inside. As we headed down the front path to his car, he walked over to the passenger side and opened it for me like the true gentleman he was. I flashed him a smile and gently brushed his hand as I climbed in. He drove us downtown as I played DJ with the radio.
Max’s art show was already in full swing by the time we arrived. Large canvases hung on every wall as small groups of people huddled in front of them, sipping their free wine in their plastic wine glasses. Dad’s head swiveled as he looked around to see if he could spot Vinnie or one of his...boyfriends.
“Hellooooooooooooooo” an effeminate voice said behind us. A stocky man dressed entirely in black waved his hand at us as he sashayed over. With shoes, the man barely crested 5ft tall. His stark white hair was pulled back in a tight bun, stretching his 60-year-old face back like a mask.
“Oh...uh, hi” I said, taking a step closer to Dad. I didn’t know if he wanted to flirt with me or ask me riddles before I’d be allowed to cross his bridge.
“Welcome, welcome, welcome, boys! Thank you for coming to my gallery tonight. My name’s Ongo Gablogian. No relation.”
“To...?” I asked.
“Please look, mix, mingle. Beverages are in the back. Anything with a red dot has already sold, but there are still plenty of pieces to buy your...young boyfriend here.” He squeezed my arm and gave my dad a wink. “Now if you’ll excuse me. The mayor’s here with his husband and I need to finish giving them the tour. Enjoy your night, boys.” He motioned for me to bend down closer. “Make him earn it, sweetie. You’re adorable.” He patted my shoulder with a smile and waddled back into the crowd.
“You saw him too, right?” Dad asked. I laughed.
“Should I?” I asked, cocking my chin up. “Should I make you earn it?”
Dad let out a chuckle and leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “You were already begging to skip the date before we even left the house. We both know you’ll be begging to feel my 12-inches slide deep inside you again before we even get to the restaurant.”
“Fuuuuck” I whispered. He wasn’t playing fair, and I liked it.
“I’m gonna go get us something to drink. Don’t go far.” He kissed my cheek and weaved his way through the crowd to the drink station in the back. I strolled around the front of the gallery, surveying the clumps of art patrons huddled by various pieces. I noticed that it was mostly men here tonight.
I came to a stop in front of a piece that was almost 10 feet tall. On it, young, beautiful, naked men draped in animal hides danced around the dismembered body of a creature with a human body and the head of a boar in the middle of the woods. Their hands and mouths covered in the creature’s blood. A madness filled their darkened eyes. The placard on the right read ‘Mad Men’. I probably should’ve asked what the theme of tonight’s exhibit was.
“It certainly is...something, isn’t it? Gender-flipped ancient Greek maenads” a voice said behind me. I turned around and came face to face with a rather rotund old man. He was probably in his early 70’s and wore an old-fashioned black tuxedo.
“Oh...uh...yeah. It’s...um...different” I said, looking back up at the painting.
“The name’s Alvin. Alvin Sumner.” He stepped closer. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before. Are you new in town?” A crooked smile spread across his face as the lights reflected on his small round glasses.
I stepped back. Just my luck. Some serial killer sets his eyes on me and instead of some Ryan Murphy wet dream, I get Sloth from ‘The Goonies’. “Hi, Alvin. I’m...Oliver.” I looked across the room. Dad was talking to someone by the bar.
“Say, Oliver. I was wondering...Do you like toys?”
“Get the fuck out of here, Sumner.” I looked behind me. It was Vinnie Deluca, my knight in shining armor.
“Vincent” he said, curtly. His posture stiffened and the smile disappeared from his face.
“The exit’s right behind you, doctor” Vinnie said shooing him away. “I suggest the two of you get reacquainted quickly before I ask my father to get involved.” Sumner sneered briefly before turning and heading out the door.
“What the fuck was that?” I asked stepping close to Vinnie.
“Oh, ignore him. He’s mostly harmless. Just promise me that if you ever get invited to a fancy ‘father/son’ pool party you throw that invitation in the trash.” I just stared at Vinnie, confused, with my mouth open. “But LOOK AT YOU! Oh my god. You are so cute.” He threw an arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a quick hug. Vinnie had become a close friend to me and Dad. He was a very tactile person too, but it wasn’t as flirtatious as it seemed. He was more like an older friend or older sister to me.
“Thanks, V.” I blushed, squeezing him back.
“You and Noah enjoying your date so far?” he asked, as he plucked and prodded at my outfit, making sure he didn’t just ruin my look for the evening.
“Yeah. I mean...we just got here. He’s over there getting us drinks.” Vinnie looked over to the bar.
“Ah. Yes. Looks like he’s talking to my dad” he said wistfully. He gulped down the last bit of wine from his glass before tossing it in a nearby garbage can. His usual spark seemed to dim at the sight of his father.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course. No secrets between us anymore, right?”
“You said you used to be with your dad and now you’re not. What happened?”
“Ah. That.” He looked at me with a sad smile. “Kind of a long story, Duncs” he sighed. “Some of it really good, some of it just ‘OK’ and some of it bad. At the end of the day...we just wanted very different things for our lives and instead of compromising or finding a way for that to work we just...drifted apart.”
“Oh” I said meekly. Dad’s job was always just keeping us afloat. Clothes on our backs and food on the table. With me turning 18, going to college soon...he’d be able to focus on his own needs more without having to worry about me as much. Would his needs still include me? Sensing my internal monologuing, Vinnie felt the need to jump in.
“Hey. My story’s not yours.” He brushed my cheek with his thumb. “Just make sure you and Noah actually communicate and you’ll be golden.” I nodded, staring down at my feet.
“Uh, should I be jealous here?”
I looked up. Dad walked towards us, two wine glasses in his hand and a sly grin on his face. Vinnie rolled his eyes and let out groan.
“Oh, please. What would Duncan and I even do? Bump purses?” I laughed.
“Jesus, Vinnie...” Dad said handing me my glass.
“Oooo. Wine? So, you’re a fun dad, huh?” Vinnie said with a flirtatious smile.
“SOME of us can handle our alcohol” I quipped back. Dad chuckled as he rubbed my neck. His hand slid down, resting on the small of my back.
“This is a really nice show, Vinnie” Dad said, gesturing to the large crowds. “Nice turn out. Max must be thrilled.”
“Oh, he is” Vinnie said. “He’s over there with that insane gallery owner.” Vinnie waved to his boyfriend across the room. Max waved back at us with a big smile on his face. “I should probably let you boys get back to your date. Enjoy yourselves.” He winked at me as he headed over to join his boyfriend.
“Looks like I’m not the only one playing arm candy tonight.” I joked, leaning into my dad. He leaned down, his hot breath on my neck.
“You’re the sexiest person here, bud.” I felt a light peck on my neck before he straightened back up, remembering we’re in public. He cleared his throat and looked around.
“Relax, Dad. No one’s watching us and even if they were. Do we know anyone here? I don’t.”
He looked down at me with a reassuring smile and held his arm out.
“Shall we take a look at Max’s...interesting...art, my love?” All the anxiety left my body as my heart melted for this man. I linked arms with him and we spent the next hour laughing and pretending to professionally critique each piece. It felt nice and normal.
After about an hour or so, we said our goodbyes and congratulated Max on his show before heading out to dinner. The restaurant Vinnie recommended was on the edge of town. The French-Asian fusion restaurant, Dorsia, was in a non-descript red brick building with propane gas lanterns leading up to the door. Dad held the door open for me and we headed inside. The host, dressed all in black, was a thin young man, probably no older than me, with long black hair tied up in a neat bun. He sort of looked like Oliver’s goth twin.
“Welcome, gentlemen” he said in a melodic voice. “Do you have reservations?”
“Uh, yes. Wyatt?” Dad said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. The host looked down at his book, and a large smile crossed his face.
“Ah, yes, the Wyatt party. It seems one of our owners, Mr. Deluca has taken care of everything.” Dad looked down at me surprised and a bit confused.
“He paid for our dinner?”
“It’s on the house, Mr. Wyatt. Now if you would, please follow me.” We followed him through a large ornate wooden door into the next room. The restaurant was softly lit and filled with small tables with black tablecloths and white votive candles. On another level, overlooking the sunken dining room, a ring of leather padded booths wrapped around the wall.
“So, the mayor owns this place?” I asked as we walked down the row.
“Yes, sir. He along with the governor and one other.” He stopped at one of the booths and directed us to take a seat. “Enjoy your meal, gentlemen. Someone will be right with you.”
“It’s oddly reassuring to know that the people in charge of our city and state have no issue with what we’re doing” Dad said, grabbing my hand from the across the table. He slowly stroked the back of my hand with his thumb as the flame from the candles danced in his eyes.
“Is that why we moved here? So you could seduce me?” I joked, raising an accusatory eyebrow at my dad.
“Pretty sure YOU made the first move, Dunc” he said with a cocky smile. God, I wanted to jump across the table and nibble his neck.
“And I’M pretty sure, you thought I was cute long before Halloween. At least in the version that I play in my head.” Dad’s face scrunched as he scratched the back of his head.
“Well...maybe that’s true in my version too. Maybe.”
“Excuse me?!?” I said, pulling my hand away.
“OK...maybe. MAYBE...there was some possible...slight...possible...teeny tiny amount of jealousy over you and that Grimes kid. Maybe.” He hung is head low, hovering over the table.
“You jerk! At New Years I asked you and you said no. You said you were just being a good dad.”
“Forgive me? This is all still so new. Trying to figure out how to juggle being a dad AND a boyfriend. I’m gonna mess up sometimes, but I’m getting better. Aren’t I?” He squinted, looking up at me for reassurance.
“You are” I said, twirling the sun pendant around my neck, between my fingers.
“Vinnie’s been a big help. Helping me feel...normal...about these desires. My desire for you. My need for you. He’s been a good sounding board.”
“I’m glad he’s so helpful. He’s helped me a lot too.”
“It looked like you guys were having a nice conversation back at the gallery. He have anything interesting to share?” he asked as he flipped through the menu.
“Oh, well he invited me to have a foursome with him and his boyfriends. He said Diego was interested in fucking me.” Dad glared at me over the top of his menu to see if I was joking. “He was just saying ‘hi’ and we talked a bit about him and his dad and their relationship. Well...failed relationship.”
“Ah. Yeah. I met his dad tonight. Tony. Nice guy, but he seemed a bit sad to be there.”
“Vinnie seemed sad to see him.” I put my menu down and looked around the room.
“Are you OK?”
“Honestly, it was kind of like talking to the Ghost of Christmas Future.” I squirmed, uneasy in my seat, rubbing my hands together under the table. “They didn’t work out because they wanted very different things in life.”
“And now you’re worried that’ll happen to us.”
“I mean...No. I don’t know.” He reached under the table and grabbed my hands.
“I have spent our entire lives together doing everything for you. For us. That’s what drives me. That’s what makes me happy. YOU. You make me happy, Dunc. The only future I could possibly have is one with you at my side.” His eyes darted back and forth, looking into mine for some kind of understanding. He meant every word and he needed to make sure I knew it.
“Really?”
“Yes, baby. I like our life. I just want one WITH you. That’s all I want.” A soft smile crossed his face.
“That’s all I want too” I said, squeezing his hands back. “You know, for someone that’s still ‘new to this’ you are sweeping your son right off his feet with incredibly ease.” He chuckled as our waiter arrived. We gave our orders to the handsome, young black waiter who disappeared into the kitchen as we leaned back and relaxed in our booth.
“Can I ask you a question?” I asked, as I placed my napkin on my lap.
“Shoot.”
“You and Grandpa. You guys never...you know...right?”
“Fucked? No! Have you met your grandpa?” he laughed. “He may be soft with you, but he wasn’t with me. Most New York cops aren’t with their kids.” Dad sat back and adjusted his crotch. “Besides, I think you know I prefer to top and I don’t picture my dad ever offering to take it.” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh my god. You guys are so old. You know you can do other things than just anal, right?”
“I’m sorry, are you talking to me or Vinnie?”
“Haha. Are you jealous of Vinnie?”
“Not at all. I know how to make my son’s toes curl.”
“Do you think Grandpa knows how?” Dad shifted in his seat and adjusted himself again. I could tell the conversation was beginning to turn him on.
We spent the next hour and a half enjoying the most exquisite food and wine, all on the mayor’s tab. Even though we could see other tables, and hear their soft chatter, it was like we were the only two people in the room. It gave both of us hope that there could be ways to have a semi-normal life together.
We pulled up to the house, buzzing from the sexual tension that had been slowly building between us all night. I barely got the front door unlocked before Dad grabbed my hips and pulled me in for a long, slow kiss. Our noses mashed against each other as we desperately tried to consume one another. Dad’s hands slid down and patted the back of my thighs. I jumped up into his arms as he kicked the door closed behind us, never breaking our kiss.
He walked us down the hallway to our room and gently placed me on the bed. I sat up on my elbows as he unbuttoned my pants. I lifted my ass and wiggled out of them as he pulled them off. He froze, like a deer in headlights, when he saw my thong. A feral look of hunger filled his eyes as he dove down and nuzzled the thin fabric cradling my cock and balls. He lapped at it, hungrily. I ran my hands through his hair as he grunted and moaned.
“Jesus, Dunc” he said, coming up for air. “You can’t surprise me like that. If I had known you walked around all night in this...Fuck.”
“Damn. Guess I played my hand wrong” I said as I pulled off my shirt. “I could’ve walked you around like a dog all night. Tempting you in that gallery. In front of all those people.” He growled at the idea.
“I should’ve pulled you into the bathroom stall and fucked your brains out” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head and popped the button on his pants. “Won’t make that mistake again.” He climbed off the bed and stepped out of his pants. He walked over to the nightstand and opened the bottom drawer. Our toy drawer.
He reached in and pulled out one of my old dildos. They didn’t get much use these days now that I had the real thing poking me in the back every night. It was one of my larger dildos. A fat, flesh-like, 13-inch dildo. Just slightly bigger than Dad’s cock. A devilish smile crossed Dad’s face as he looked at me on the bed.
“I was thinking, maybe Dad could join us tonight.” He slowly stroked the dildo as he walked back to the bed. I gulped at the idea, but I was also incredibly turned on watching my dad give in to his desires. Desires which apparently included some type of sexual relationship with his own father. He tossed the dildo on the bed next to me and nudged my legs open as he crawled on his knees between them.
“You want to fuck me with Grandpa?” I asked, running my left foot down his hairy chest while my right played with his balls.
“Maybe” he said, taking one of my feet and sucking on the toes. “That OK with you?”
“More than OK” I said, trying not to sound too eager at the idea of being split in half by the two most important men in my life. Even if it was just imaginary in part. Dad picked up ‘Grandpa’ and straddled my chest.
“Be a good boy and get your grandpa’s cock and mine ready for your pussy” he ordered. I kissed the head of my dad’s cock before opening wide and swallowing the dildo. He slowly stroked his cock as he swirled the dildo around in my mouth. I grunted as my own cock strained against the thin fabric of my thong.
“That’s it. Get him all wet for that beautiful pussy, baby.” He squeezed out a glob of pre-cum and smeared it on my cheek, marking me. I pulled off the dildo and took my dad’s cock in my mouth, lapping up the sweet pre-cum oozing out of his head. He tossed his head back with a sigh of relief. “Fuck I missed that mouth.” He slowly rocked his hips back and forth. The musky smell of his sweaty balls filled my nose. I pulled off and smacked the head of his cock on my tongue a few times before swallowing it again. “You suck your dad’s cock so fucking well, baby.” I looked up at him, my eyes watering as he stretched my throat open. I pulled off with a gasp.
“You like when your own son sucks your cock, Dad?” I asked, painting my lips with his pre-cum.
“I fucking love it, baby boy. I made the perfect boyfriend with the tightest, smoothest fuckable mouth and pussy.” I swallowed his cock again, running my tongue along the fat vein on the side. Drool started to seep out the sides of my mouth as I gagged repeatedly trying to swallow him whole. “You did a good job getting our cocks all wet for that pussy. Now it’s time to pay you back.” He stroked my cheek as he pulled out and scooted down my body, briefly stopping at my crotch. He freed my cock from its prison and pressed it against his. I had a nice cock, but it paled in comparison to his behemoth. He stroked our cocks together a few times, letting out a low moan.
“Please fuck me, Dad” I begged. I needed him inside me. Rearranging me. Tearing me apart and rebuilding me back into his perfect boyfriend with the tightest pussy.
He bent down and kissed my stomach before scotting back and kneeling between my open legs.
“Show me your pussy, son” he commanded with dark eyes. I flung my legs up and hooked my elbows under my knees, and pulled the thong strap to the side, putting my pussy on display for him. He bit his lip as he smeared more pre-cum around my tight pink ring. He pressed the head against my hole and slowly slid past my ring, plunging deep inside me. I winced from the pleasure and pain of it all. He rubbed my thigh assuredly as he continued his invasion. My hips bucked as he pressed against my prostate.
“God I’ve missed your cock, Dad” I said as I grabbed my own and started stroking myself. I felt his balls resting against my ass as he bottomed out. My eyes rolled in the back of my head.
“That’s one...” Oh shit. I spaced out. I totally forgot about ‘Grandpa’. “And here’s two...” He picked up the dildo and pressed it against the space between his own cock and my pussy. “Come on baby...push out for me.” I obeyed, trying to ease myself open enough for a second cock. Dad applied some more pressure, and the silicone head popped in.
“Ah!” I yelled. “Shit. You’re both too big, Dad. I can’t...” I looked up at him. My puppy dog eyes begging for leniency.
“Shhhh baby” he said as he continued to slide the dildo deeper. “You were made for this. Trust me.” My insides were on fire as the walls of my pussy stretched beyond comprehension. I felt like I was being torn in half. I scrunched my face as I pushed through the pain. Before I knew it, I felt the fake balls pressed against me.
“Oh my god.”
“See? Now you’ve got your dad and your grandpa inside your pussy” he said proudly, holding off any further assault so I could adjust. “Just breathe, baby.” He grabbed my cock with his free hand and gave me a couple slow strokes. After a minute or so, the pain began to subside as tiny electrical impulses set off all over my body like fireworks.
“Fuck, Dad. I want you and Grandpa to fuck me so bad.” Dad chuckled as he began rocking his hips back and forth while he held the dildo firmly in place.
“You want us to fuck you? For real, baby?” he asked as his speed began to increase.
“Yeah, Daddy. I want you guys to breed my pussy.”
“Oh, we’re gonna breed your pussy, baby. The two alpha men in our family using your body as our cum dump. Breeding this pussy over and over until you beg us to stop.”
“I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t want you to stop.” My brain fluttered with his forbidden proposal. “I love you both so much, Dad. Just want to make you happy.”
“Oh, you make us both so happy, baby boy. We both love you and just want to give you all the pleasure we can.”
“If you really mean it, then I need you to fuck me, Dad. Hard. Please tear me apart. I need to feel it, days later.” A wicked smile crossed his face. He pulled all the way out, leaving the dildo buried deep.
“Flip over, son. I’m gonna rail you hard.” I rolled over and got on all fours while I squeezed the dildo firmly. “Good boy.” He spat on my hole and slid his cock back inside. The pain returned for a moment, but I pushed back against him.
“Pound me, Dad. Pound my fucking pussy with Grandpa” I said looking back at him over my shoulder. My dick swung like a pendulum between my legs as ropes of pre-cum coated the sheets below.
Dad mounted me like an animal and bit down on my neck as he began pummeling me. The dildo and his massive cock coring me open. Tears filled my eyes as pain and pleasure combined. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back roughly.
“That feel good, baby?” he asked loudly, trying to talk over the loud smacking sounds of his balls bruising my ass with each thrust.
“Fuck yeah, Dad. You and Grandpa feel so good. Give it to me harder” I whimpered. Dad met the challenge head on. His animalistic grunting drove me insane. I could feel the sweat dripping off his chest onto my back like a warm shower.
“Fuck, baby. Shoulda given Dad a couple more beers and pulled him into bed with us at Thanksgiving.” Dad chuckled. “There’s no way he could’ve resisted the sight of his beautiful grandson’s smooth pussy and bubble butt.”
“God, I want you both to nut inside me so fucking bad, Dad.”
“Yeah, baby? You want this milk? You want Daddy to fill up that pussy, son?” His breath was getting shorter.
“Fuck yes, Dad. Get me fucking pregnant.”
“What my baby wants, my baby gets.”
Dad pulled out of me along with the dildo. My hole still gaping open in front of him. He grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it as he came. Volley after volley launched into my hole, filling me to the brim with the load that made me. His body shook from the high of his orgasm.
“Fuck, Duncan. Christ” he panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He massaged my battered hole as it slowly closed up, sealing my dad’s cum inside. “Now we gotta take care of you, baby. Spread your legs for me.”
He laid down and slid up between my legs. I lowered my cock into his waiting mouth and fucked his face while he greedily swirled his tongue around it. I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“I’m gonna cum, Dad” I said as he grabbed my ass and held my cock in the back of his throat. He was hungry for his son’s load, and I wasn’t going to disappoint him. My orgasm hit like a tidal wave as I erupted in his mouth. I could hear gulping as Dad swallowed every drop, hungrily. He grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed out the last drops onto his tongue, licking his lips happily. Once I knew he got his fill, I pulled up and collapsed next to him on the bed. We both laid there, chests heaving as we caught our breaths.
Dad sat up and scooched back on the bed, resting on the pillows. He patted the spot next to him with a smile. I rolled over and crawled up next to him, collapsing on his chest, my own personal pillow.
“So, baby. Good date?” he asked as he ran his fingers through my sweaty hair.
“Great date, Dad.” I stretched my whole body with contentment. “I have to say, it was really hot how turned on you got to the idea of fucking me with Grandpa.”
“Well, if we’re being honest. You’re mine and no one else’s...”
“Yes...”
“But...I mean...it could be fun. Dad and I exploring your body together. Making love to the boy we love so much.” He chuckled. “Lord knows it’ll never happen though, so don’t get your hopes up.” I lightly peppered his sweaty chest with kisses.
“You never know.” I walked my fingers up his chest as I talked. “Graduation is coming up in a couple months. Maybe he’s already got a special present in mind.”
Dad laughed as he pulled me in for a hug. I rolled over on my side, completely spent and backed up against him. He wrapped a muscular arm around me as we fell asleep spooning in our sweat-covered sheets.
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