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
Mateo Castro / 24 / Short Black Hair / Slim and Muscular / Goatee and Smooth / 10-inches Un-Cut / Celebrity Type: Michael Cimino
Call Me by My Name
I took my feet off the car dashboard and rolled down my window as we drove through the front gates up to the valet at La Hacienda Corazon. Last week, Dad surprised me with an early Valentine’s Day gift; a 3-day weekend at a gay-friendly resort just south of the border in Mexico. The 4-star resort promised every possible relaxing amenity you could imagine, along with gorgeous palm tree-lined beaches and an Olympic-sized infinity pool. Vibrant exotic flowers lined the path from the valet up to the main building. The building was a mix of modern and tropical. Black iron frames divided massive glass walls. A roof consisting of thatched palm leaves gave it the appearance of a modern Jurassic Park.
“Jeez, Dad” I said as I looked around the compound. He followed close behind with our bags in hand. “This place is gorgeous. How can we even afford this right now?” Dad grabbed me by the waist with his free hand and pulled me in for a side-hug.
“Ah, don’t worry about it, baby. We’re doing better now that the move is behind us. I’m able to put money away again.” He gave me a soft kiss on the forehead. “Besides, I got a great deal on the booking. It’s gorgeous though, right? I did good?”
“You did real good, big guy.” I looked up at him with a smile as we headed inside through the automatic sliding glass doors. The icy bite of air conditioning hit our sweaty faces like a refreshing wave. I shivered for a second and rubbed my arms, trying to calm the fresh goosebumps forming.
“Welcome, gentleman” said the friendly host behind the check-in counter. He looked to be in his mid-40’s. His all-white uniform, a polo and khaki pants, popped against his dark, tan, Latin skin. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back and shiny. I zoned out as Dad handled checking us in. A water feature bubbled loudly nearby. An accent wall of carved black rock towered over the room. Tastefully nude men frolicking on the beach, were etched into it. Water cascaded down the wall into a shallow pool at the bottom. Some folks had taken the reflexive liberty of tossing a few coins into the water.
“Dunc...” Dad said, snapping me out of my daydream. He waved me back over to join his side.
“Well, gentlemen. You’re all set!” said the man behind the desk. He handed us our keys and continued typing on his computer for an absurd amount of time before looking back up at us. “We hope you enjoy your stay and we’ll be happy to show you to your room now.”
A young man suddenly appeared next to the host. He looked to be in his mid-twenties with gorgeous tan skin and a muscular build that filled out his uniform nicely. His polo hugged his muscular chest tightly. A pair of dark, hard nipples could be seen through the thin fabric. His goatee was trimmed and his short black hair had that look of ‘effortless bedhead’ that probably took quite a while to perfect each morning.
“Hola, gentlemen. My name’s Mateo” he said with a slight accent and a friendly smile as he grabbed our bags. “Please follow me.” Dad grabbed my hand and we followed Mateo out the side door as he led us to our room. The resort was a network of private cabanas connected by wooden walkways. Lush tropical plant life butted up against the paths and provided some additional privacy to the rooms. The infinity pool and a restaurant/lounge were situated in the middle. Mateo peeled off down a short path to our cabana. He placed our bags down and opened the door for us. “Please, sir. After you.” He picked up our bags and stepped aside as Dad and I headed inside.
“Wow. This is so...fancy.” I said as I walked around the room, taking inventory. A king-sized bed covered in colorful throw pillows, sat against the back wall, under a tapestry of a tiger roaming a forest. A long ottoman ran along the front of the bed. A small seating area and flat screen TV were off to the side. The wall across from the bed was made entirely of glass, with a sliding door that led out to a private deck and another entrance into the cabana. Except for the throw pillows and tapestry, everything was immaculately white. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was just a design choice or a pragmatic one. Lord knows they probably deal with a lot of cum stains at a gay resort. White would be the safest and easiest choice for basic upkeep and maintenance. Mateo placed our bags on the ottoman and headed back towards the door.
“Oh, before you go, Mateo” Dad said as he grabbed his wallet and pulled out a tip. “Here you go. Thanks for your help.” Mateo took the tip with a smile. Wait, did that sound wrong?
“De nada, sir. I hope you guys have a wonderful stay with us.” Mateo glanced over at me. His gaze scanning my body, up and down. “If you fellas need anything...anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” He winked and headed out the door.
“He’s cute” I said coyly as I walked up and hugged Dad from behind.
“Eh, yeah. I guess. But not as cute as you” Dad said as he turned around and pulled me in for a bear hug. I nuzzled my face in between his meaty pecs, my favorite place to be, and sighed with relief. That’s when a thought occurred to me.
“You know...” I said, leaning my head back, looking up at my impossibly handsome, father. “No one knows who we are here. We don’t have to hide...well, anything.” I slowly scratched his back in small circles. Dad wiggled happily against my fingers like a cat.
“The idea had crossed my mind” he said moving a strand of hair back behind my ear. “It was a kind of a big selling point on deciding to come here, actually. I had fun on our date night, but I’d love to be able to hang out with you, kiss you, hug you, without having to worry about getting caught.”
“So...” I said as I covered his chest with kisses. “We’re just...‘Duncan and Noah’ for the next three days? Just a normal couple doing normal couple things?”
“I’d like that for us, if you’re on board too.” My face contorted, pretending to internally struggle with his adorable suggestion.
“OK...NOAH” I said emphatically. “What do you want to do first?”
Dad and I took some time to stroll around the compound and get the lay of the land. The resort was filled with every age demographic and couple pairing combination you could imagine. I don’t say this to be bitchy. I’m simply stating an irrefutable fact; it’s 85 degrees outside and we’re the best-looking couple at the resort. I could feel eyes burning into the back of me, specifically my ass, every time we passed another group of guests. We were the hot commodity this Valentine’s weekend, and I didn’t necessarily hate it. I was here with the hottest man on Earth.
The rest of the morning we enjoyed a couple’s hot stone massage and a relaxing detox in the sauna. After some lunch we decided to spend the afternoon lounging by the pool. Dad was still rinsing off in the shower after this morning’s activities, while I slid on a lime green thong and one of his oversized tropical button-down short-sleeved shirts. I left the shirt unbuttoned, grabbed my phone, some sunglasses and a bottle of the strongest suntan lotion I could find and headed down the boardwalk towards the pool. The shirt flapped open behind me as I walked. The sun began to kiss my pale white abs and pecs.
I felt everyone’s eyes on me as I made my way past several groups of men in their 30’s and 40’s hanging out at the edge of the pool. Their conversations dwindled to a whisper or stopped entirely as I walked by. I walked up to an empty lounge chair and tossed my stuff on the ground. I shucked off the shirt, admittedly a little slower than normal, giving the boys a bit of a show, and draped it on the chair. Grabbing the lotion, I started rubbing it over my abs and legs. I sat down on the lounge and worked it into my shoulders and face.
“Can I help you with that, sir?” a familiar voice said behind me.
I turned around. It was Mateo, the young bellhop from earlier. He reached out his hand to take the lotion with a sly smile on his face. A smile I pretended to misinterpret as a man just doing his job. I could feel the growing tension between us, but I also didn’t want to burn.
“Oh, uh sure? Thanks.”
“Why don’t you go ahead and lay down on your stomach. I got you.” He squirted a healthy glob of lotion in between my shoulder blades and began working it over every inch of my back with his large hands. A soft moan escaped my lips.
“I wouldn’t think this would be part of a bellhop’s job description” I said, looking at him over my shoulder.
“Nah. Not a bellhop.” A boyish smile crossed his face as he chuckled at my assumption. “I’m more like a... como se dice... ‘Jack of All Trades’. I do it all” he said as he crossed down the small of my back and began massaging my bubble butt. My head perked up and I involuntarily wiggled my hips. It felt good but also...wrong?
“Thanks for the help, Mateo. I would’ve asked my...” I paused. He wasn’t my dad this weekend. “I would’ve asked my boyfriend, Noah, but he’s still in the shower.” I rested my forehead back on my folded arms underneath me. I turned my head to the side, opened my eyes and caught the men next to us enjoying the softcore show playing out before them.
“Aw it’s no problem, sir. I’m happy to help such a...handsome couple.” He worked his way to the bottom of my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. I froze. He worked the lotion down into my crack and gently pulled the thong strap away from my hole as he glazed it with his thumb. He hissed through his teeth and muttered something in Spanish. I could feel my cock begin to harden against the plastic straps of the lounge chair. “You know, the resort is actually clothing optional by the pool. You don’t want to get any tan lines, right?” His thumb continued to circle around my smooth ring.
“Oh, uh...I didn’t know.” Without another word, he grabbed the waistband of my thong and began to roll it down. I lifted my hips and wiggled my legs as he tossed the bathing suit onto the ground next to me.
“There ya go” he said as he nudged my legs further apart. My pussy was now fully on display in front of him.
“Hey, Dunc. What’s going on here?” I looked to the other side and saw Dad standing there in his navy-blue speedo. His hair slicked back and his chest still glistening from the shower he just took.
“Oh hey...Noah” I said awkwardly. Partly because I felt like I had just been caught red handed but also, I still wasn’t used to calling him by his actual name. “Uh...Mateo here was just helping me put on some sunscreen.” Dad glared at me. I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or the sun in his face. Then his trademark, dashing smile appeared.
“Oh, nice. Can you help me, Mateo when you’re done with my boyfriend?” he asked as he pulled up another lounge chair next to me.
“Of course, sir” Mateo said happily. I felt him run a couple fingers over my hole one more time before standing up and walking over to help Dad. Dad peeled off his speedo, freeing his 12-inch cock. It swung in the wind as bystanders stared in awe, mouths open. He took a few moments to let the crowd, and Mateo, enjoy the view before lying face down on the chair. It felt nice to see everyone so into my boyfriend, knowing he was mine at the end of the day. Although I sort of got the impression that showing off his cock and asking Mateo to...service him...in front of everyone was more of a power move than anything.
“You can cut it with the ‘sir’ shit, Mateo. I’m Noah and that’s my boyfriend, Duncan. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Mucho gusto, Noah and Duncan” Mateo said as he worked his way up Dad’s hairy thighs and ass. It was hot to watch, and I will admit some part of me, a very petty part of me, was happy he just worked the ass and kept going up. Only my hole got the extra attention. After a couple minutes, Mateo had finished taking care of both of us. He stood up and wiped his hands clean. “Alright, boys. You’re both all set. Let me know if you need anything else. Day or night I’d be happy to help.” And with that, he returned to making his rounds around the pool before disappearing back down the path to the main building.
“So...are you mad at me?” I asked, as I jiggled my butt playfully. Dad tossed his head back and laughed.
“No, baby. Not at all” He took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Before...you know...at Babylon with that kid, Nate Landon...I might’ve been a little insecure. The idea of the two of you just...” He paused again. “But we’re good. We’re good. I’m yours and you’re mine. I’m OK if you want to flirt a little or even you know, play a little. We both know what we are to each other.”
Dad’s possessive side drove me insane in the best way possible. I liked when he laid claim to me, but this was different. It was still ownership, just...a different kind. I was still his, but he was OK with inviting others in from time to time to play with his...property. I’m a horny 18-yeard old ready to fuck every guy under the sun. I could get into this arrangement if he was OK with it.
“Sounds good to me” I said with a smile, imagining the shenanigans we both could get into.
“Did he touch your pussy?” he asked casually as he rolled over onto his back. His veiny dick flopped over his thigh.
“Yeah” I said as my cock throbbed underneath my weight.
“He is a cutie” Dad said as he looked over towards the path where we last saw Mateo.
A few hours, and a few laps around the pool later, Dad and I begrudgingly rejoined ‘clothed society’ and headed to the hotel’s restaurant for dinner. I wore a pair of short khaki shorts and light pink button-down shirt. Dad wore a white polo with some black khaki shorts. Torches lit the network of wooden paths in the dark. The almost complete absence of light pollution let us enjoy the starry night sky on our walk.
The restaurant was filled with rowdy groups of men. Tonight was karaoke night and a boy in his mid-20’s stood on stage belting out Lady Gaga’s ‘Shallow’ to a tearful audience. After some of the best tacos and margaritas of my life we walked arm in arm around the pool area, my flip flops in hand dangling by my side. I nuzzled against Dad’s bicep, buzzed and content. It was partly due to the alcohol, but being here with the man of my dreams, and able to show affection to one another out in the open was incredible.
“Hey” Dad said softly, stopping suddenly.
“Hmm?”
He reached up and grabbed a clump of my hair, titling my head back. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I let out a soft moan as I dropped my flip flops on the ground and wrapped my arms around his waist. He wrapped another arm around my waist and slipped his hand down the back of my shorts, kneading my ass and running a finger along my crack.
“No underwear? Good boy” he said hungrily. The day had been one long foreplay session, and I desperately needed it to end with him inside me.
“Please fuck me, Noah” I whispered softly into his ear.
I jumped into his arms, and he walked us all the way back to our cabana as we kissed. He opened the sliding glass door, with me still in his arms, and walked inside. He carried me over to the bed and gently placed me down. I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down as he peeled my shirt off. I got up on my knees and walked to the edge of the bed. I nuzzled my face in his crotch as I unbuttoned his shorts. They fell to the ground, exposing the cock that made me. I laid back and admired the Greek god before me, bathed in moonlight as he tossed his shirt on the ground. His wide chest heaved as his cock bounced, drooling pre-cum onto the floor. I bit my lip in anticipation.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby” he said as he climbed on top of me, kissing me hungrily. He started to grab my ankles and place them over his shoulders, but I grabbed his wrists and stopped him.
“Huh uh. You get on your back. I want to ride you tonight, Noah.” Dad paused for a moment before obeying my request. He rolled over onto his back and laced his fingers behind his head. I crawled on top of him and reached back to his massive cock and aimed the head at my smooth pink ring. “I love bouncing on this massive cock.” I sat back, letting his pre-cum lube up the entrance. The flared head of his cock slid past my tight ring with the exquisite pain and pleasure I had become addicted to. I tossed my head back and let out a moan as he slowly stretched me open.
“Fuck, baby” he said as he grabbed my hips, thrusting up into me, causing me to wince. He couldn’t wait any longer and neither could I. “I love this pussy so much, Dunc.” I felt his hairy balls press against my ass. He was all the way inside.
“Yeah, Noah? You like this pussy?” I rocked back and forth getting used to the welcomed intrusion. I loved knowing that the cock that made me was now inside me. After a few minutes, the pleasure had begun to outweigh the pain, and I was ready to claim my Valentine’s gift.
I sat back and flung my feet in front of me so I could properly impale myself on my dad’s cock. I began slowly pulling up and slamming down, increasing the amount I’d pull up each time. I slammed down harder with each bounce. I wanted it to hurt. Dad’s hands held my feet in place, helping me stay balanced as I fucked myself with his dick. My cock smacked across my stomach loudly with each bounce, flinging pre-cum onto my stomach and the bed.
“God, yes” Dad moaned as he dug his fingers into my calves. His mouth hung open, panting like a dog. I stopped bouncing and pulled off his cock causing Dad to whimper. I turned my back to him, proudly showing him my gaping hole before slamming back down on his cock. Dad ran his hands up my back as his eyes stared, mesmerized by the sight of his cock sliding in and out of his son’s pussy.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t hold it in any longer” Dad panted, his chest glistening with sweat. The day-long edging had taken its toll on his stamina.
“Then give it to me, Noah” I demanded. “Give me my fucking load.” The wet sound of his slick cock splitting me open filled the room.
“Fuck! I’m gonna...” he warned as I slammed down hard one last time, ensuring his load was deposited deep inside. I felt an eruption in my guts as he emptied the contents of his balls in my pussy. I swirled my hips around as I stroked my own cock, eager for release. That’s when we heard a knock at the sliding glass door behind us.
“Mind if I tag in?” It was Mateo. He stood there, still in his hotel uniform, only this time with a noticeable bulge in his pants. Dad and I looked at each other for a moment and then Dad waved him in. Mateo walked across the room as he peeled off his shirt and pants. His cut, muscular body reminded me a lot of Vinnie’s. Maybe he was a swimmer too. His long, un-cut cock bobbed up and down with each stride.
I slowly pulled off Dad’s cock with a wet pop. Dad scooted up on the bed and leaned against the headboard. I got on all fours between my dad’s legs and looked back at Mateo, wiggling my freshly bred pussy in his face. He whispered something in Spanish and climbed onto the bed.
“Look at that fucking pussy, man.” His eyes were glazed over, hypnotized by the sight of my perfect hole. He rubbed a thumb slowly over my puffy lips. “Man, Duncan, you really punished your hole on that beast.” Dad let out a proud chuckle as he slowly milked the base of his cock, taking in the show.
Behind me, Mateo bent down, inches from my pussy and ran his wide tongue along the bruised ring, lapping up the juices and cum smeared across it. My eyes rolled as I leaned down, grabbed Dad’s sloppy cock and nursed on the head. The taste of my pussy and his fresh load swirled around in my mouth as I licked him clean. Dad lovingly brushed my hair back as I serviced him.
“That’s it, baby. Clean my cock up” he said. I could feel it begin to harden again in my mouth.
Mateo latched onto my hole, nibbling and sucking the load out of my pussy. I could feel his tongue stretch my ring open to scrape the cum from the walls inside. I flexed my bubble butt, clamping my cheeks tight around Mateo’s face. He rubbed my cheeks, relishing the moment. After a few more licks, he pulled back, catching his breath. His mouth and jaw were slick from his feast.
“Don’t worry, Duncan” he said as he patted my ass and licked his lips. “I’ll replace the load.”
Mateo grabbed the base of his cock and pulled his foreskin back as he rubbed the length against my hole back and forth. He smacked it against my pussy a couple times before finally sliding it inside with ease. I pulled off my dad’s dick and let out a moan as Mateo’s cock brushed against my prostate.
“That feel good, baby?” Dad asked as he stroked my hair.
“Fuck yeah, Dad” I moaned as I licked a bead of pre-cum from the slit of his cock. Wait. Shit. I shouldn’t have said that.
“Oh, shit! Is he your papa? Like your actual Dad?” Mateo asked as he stopped halfway into me. Dad and I froze.
“Um...yeah” I admitted, looking up at Dad. “He’s my dad...and my boyfriend.” Dad looked at me and smiled.
“Fuck” Mateo hissed as he grabbed my hips and continued bottoming out inside me. “That’s fucking hot, man. You know, I think there are a couple other father and son couples here, but none of them are even close to being as hot as you two.” He laughed.
“So, you’re...cool...?” Dad asked, a bit relieved. Mateo’s hairy bush pressed against me for a moment before he started carving me back open. There was no reason to go easy. Dad had just stretched me out. I could feel his low-hanging balls smack against me as I swallowed Dad’s cock.
“Fuck yeah, man” Mateo grunted as he continued to fuck me. “That’s so fucking sexy. You guys are a hot couple. Wish my own dad would fuck me. He’s so hot.” Mateo played with his small dark nipples as he pounded me. I wiggled back against him, happy (and relieved) to have someone as chill as him to play with for the first time as a couple. He pulled out of me without a warning and patted my side. “Get on your back, Duncan.” I reluctantly pulled off my dad’s cock and rolled over on my back. Mateo grabbed my ankles and tossed them over his shoulders. He curled me up into a ball, my ass straight up in the air, as he slammed down into me, using me like a fuckable chair. My dick dangled over my face, dropping pre-cum over my lips and cheeks.
“That feel good, son?” Dad asked, rubbing my pecs. His neglected cock begging for attention.
“Fuck yeah, Dad” I gasped as another strand of pre-cum fell on my cheek.
“Hey ‘Dad’, how about I help you with that too?” Mateo asked, eyes glued on Dad’s cock as he swirled his hips, churning my insides around. Dad didn’t need to be asked twice. He stood up on the bed and walked over to Mateo. He grabbed the base as Mateo opened his mouth wide and swallowed the first 6 inches with ease.
“Fuck yes” Dad moaned as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Mateo swallowed him greedily while he continued to bore a hole inside me. Watching Mateo suck Dad’s cock while he fucked me drove me crazy. The stream of pre-cum dripping from my cock increased as it continued to glaze my face. “Swallow that cock, boy.”
“Fuck my face, ‘Dad’” Mateo begged looking up at my dad. Dad grabbed the sides of his head and began brutally fucking Mateo’s mouth, causing drool to spill out the sides as he gagged and moaned.
“Fuck yeah” Dad grunted. “Fuck my son while his dad feeds you a load. I know you wish this was your dad’s cock, Mateo. Feeling your dad’s long, dark, Mexican cock stretch out your throat. Filling your stomach with his milk.” Mateo moaned against Dad’s dick as he imagined the scenario playing out for real. “Do you want to fuck your dad, or do you want him to fuck you? Maybe both?” Mateo moaned. Both.
“I’d let him do anything to me” Mateo gasped as he pulled off Dad’s dick and spit on the head. “I’d fuck his pussy and then he could fuck mine. I want to feel his leche swimming inside me where it was meant to be.” He gasped for air and swallowed Dad’s cock again. Dad grabbed his hair and began fucking his mouth again.
“I’m sure your dad would love that. You’ve got a beautiful body, Mateo. If I were your dad I would never *grunt* let *grunt* you *grunt* leave for work without my load dripping down your leg.”
“It’s true, Mateo” I chimed in. “He breeds my pussy multiple times a day.”
“I’m gonna feed you now, son” Dad’s eyes darkened as his breath got shorter. Mateo stopped fucking me and grabbed Dad’s hairy ass, swallowing his cock as far as he could. “Here *grunt* it *grunt* comes!” Dad slammed into him one last time and shuddered as his load filled Mateo’s stomach. Dad held Mateo’s head close as he continued to spasm. After a minute, Dad pulled his cock out as Mateo took in a deep breath.
“Thanks, ‘Dad’” Mateo said with a huge smile as he licked his lips.
“Anytime, ‘son’” Dad said as he ran his thumb over Mateo’s bottom lip. He plopped down on the bed beside me and kissed my shoulder. “Oof. I am fucking spent. You two have drained me.” Mateo laughed as he began to fuck me again. Now that I had his undivided attention, I needed to make it count.
“Give it to me hard, Mateo. Make it hurt. Please.” He smiled at me and kissed my ankle. He started piston-fucking me, slamming his cock inside my sloppy pussy with the full weight of his body.
Dad licked the pre-cum from my face and slid his tongue inside my mouth, swirling it around between the two of us. I ran my hands through his hair and kissed him passionately while Mateo’s assault sped up.
“Shit, Duncan. I’m gonna cum” Mateo panted as he slammed down one last time and filled me back up. “Fuck!” The last slam pushed me over the edge too. I was barely able to push my dad away in time before my load exploded onto my chest and face. Mateo slowly pulled out and smacked his cock against my bruised hole a couple times before plopping down on the bed next to us.
I laid there panting, as Dad and Mateo licked my load from my body. They licked their way towards the middle of my chest and began kissing, swapping my load back and forth as they moaned. I ran my hands through their hair, enjoying the scene. After a minute they broke their kiss and Mateo leaned up and kissed me as Dad nursed on my nipple. I could taste my dad’s dick on Mateo’s breath as our tongues massaged each other. His skin smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with fresh cum. Dad slowly kissed his way up my neck and Mateo pulled off so Dad could kiss me. The three of us laid there in silence coming down from our highs.
Mateo was the first to speak as he sat up and scooted to the end of the bed.
“That was fucking amazing, guys. That’s the best pussy I’ve ever fucked...And Noah, your cock? So fucking tasty. I’d be happy to join you guys again before you go if you’re interested.” Dad and I sat up on our elbows and watched as he got up and got dressed. He slowly walked towards the door and turned back. “Let me know.”
“We will. Thanks. That was a lot of fun, Mateo.” Dad said, waving goodbye.
“Have a good night, Mateo” I said with a wink. I wouldn’t mind another session or two before we leave.
Mateo headed out the door, closing it behind him. Dad and I collapsed back on the bed and laughed, taking stock of what we just did together as father and son, and as a couple. If you had told me a year ago that this would be my life, I would’ve said you were fucking crazy and gone back to playing Warframe.
Exhausted, Dad sat up slowly and leaned back against the headboard. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and laced his hands behind his head.
“You know...I gotta admit I kind of miss you calling me ‘Dad’...” He cleared his throat. “I miss being your boyfriend AND your dad. Is that...wrong?” I rolled my eyes at the absurdity.
I sat up and straddled his lap, resting my battered pussy against his softening cock. Leaning in, I gave him a soft kiss on the lips and threw my arms around his neck.
“Of course it’s not wrong, DAD” I said sweetly. “It felt really...odd...calling you ‘Noah’. It felt anything but ‘normal’.” Dad’s head tilted to the side in agreement.
“You’re right. It didn’t feel ‘normal’...our ‘normal’ at least.” He slowly stroked my lower back. “Maybe we go back to ‘Dad’? I don’t really care what the people here think.” His hands cupped my ass and squeezed my cheeks playfully. He slowly slid a finger back and forth over my hole.
“So, you don’t care if people know you’re breeding your son?” I could feel his cock twitch underneath me at the notion. At least one part of him definitely didn’t care.
“Eh. Fuck ‘em. I made you. I love you. I’m gonna fuck you whenever I want.” He slid two fingers into my pussy as cum leaked down, dripping onto his cock. I bit my lip and rested my forehead against his.
“...Round two?” I asked grinding against his fingers. “He stole your load from my pussy. I think you owe me another one, Dad”.
“Anything you want, son.” His charming smile rendered me puddy in his hands.
We spent the rest of the weekend enjoying all the amenities the resort had to offer. I called him ‘dad’ and he called me ‘son’. We let the other guests think whatever they wanted. The only thing we cared about was each other.
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