Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2023 19:42:43 -0600 From: King Dom Subject: Man Whore Father and Jock Slut Son 4 Man Whore Father and Jock Slut Son 4 By: KD This story features sex between consenting adult males, two of whom happen to be related. It is 100% fictional. Any and all similarities to people dead or alive are purely coincidental. If this is not your kink, or you are not of age in your territory, then read no further. If on the other hand you are a pervert like me then pull it out, stroke it hard and release! If you enjoy the Nifty archive then be sure to donate to keep the cum flying! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Luke -- 19, 5'11" 185lbs Thickly built and sculpted former HS football wide receiver/wrestler. 7"c Dad -- 37, 6'1" 235lbs BEEFY furry bearded Latino, rugby build. 7"uc thick -------------------------------------------------------------------------- LUKE's POV As I hung up my phone I let out a long sigh of relief. He seemed fine. Everything was okay. I'd been so worried when he didn't answer my calls and texts that I couldn't sit still, let alone sleep. After hours of radio silence from Pops I'd hastily thrown items in a duffle, chugged some preworkout to keep awake, and rushed out the door. It was just after three in the morning when I sped my Jeep out of my dorm lot. ASU was only six hours from our home right outside of San Diego. I just needed to make sure he was okay. That we were okay. I was terrified he'd found out my dirty little secret. That one of his little fuckboys had somehow seen me online, my twitter or OF, had recognized my photos hanging on his walls and exposed me. I was paranoid but can you blame me. I was terrified he'd hate me. Terrified he'd be disappointed. How could I tell the biggest ALPHA in my life that this was me. Yeah, I was a jock and an eagle scout and actually decently intelligent but this was ME. I'd learned years ago at a summer training camp in Florida just what I was. By the time I left I'd improved my game and learned what my cunt was for. How would my dad react if he knew his `Little Dude' was no different than the himbos he tossed around five nights a week. I'd been hard at that thought. I wasn't that different than them at all... FUCK. My mind volleyed back and forth between insatiable slut and scared shitless. Finally, I decided to try calling again. Just after 7:30. He rarely was in bed later than that even on a day off. The phone rang and rang and rang. His booming jovial voice then implored me to leave a message or call his office line if it was a work emergency. Boilerplate for a realtor. I was near tears when just seconds later my car Bluetooth began to chime. I answered as fast as I could, pulling over onto the shoulder in the process. "Papa?" I know it seemed stupid given it was his phone calling me. But what if there had been an accident. The thing I was even more terrified of than him discovering my lewd secret second life was him being hurt, or worse. I'd tried not to think about it but now it was my biggest fear. "Hey Kid." It was him. "I'm sorry I worried ya last night." He was sorry. So, he was okay. "I..." I didn't let him finish. "Is everything okay? Are you okay?" I was desperate for him to put my anxious mind at ease. "Kid I'm fine. I wasn't feeling great after my workout last night and took some nyquil. Shit's stronger than I realized I guess." He sounded oddly like a kid making up an excuse to his parents. Embarrassed almost. "Oh. Okay. That's okay. I just was worried when you didn't answer." I was clearly confused and tried to measure my voice to hide it. "Lukey I'm fine I swear. I really didn't mean to scare ya. I just forgot it was Thursday or I'd have text to warn ya." He'd only missed our call time once before. But that time he'd text ahead. `Play date ran long Little Dude, call me mañana.' It had read. I let out a small groan thinking of how hard I stroked that night thinking of my stud of a father buried in some prime piece of boyflesh from his meat market of a gym. I shook the thought as my cock stiffened. I switched to brat mode and chided my old man now. "I so told you that ginko wasn't working for shit!" I laughed stupidly as I said it and we were back to normal it seemed. I toyed with his annoyance at me a bit longer. Pushing his buttons about his aging. "If this was all you needed to tell me I could have stayed asleep dreaming of..." "...Dreaming of yet another Equinox fuckboy uh huuuuuh." I quickly interjected. He was so predictable. "Show's how well you know your old man, it was NOT an Equinox fuckboy this time." I clearly wasn't completely wrong though. I couldn't help but giggle at him. My dad was irresistible. Not just to me but also to the many young bucks my dad managed to get under his beefy well muscled mass. But it was the dorky dad moments like now that were almost hotter in my opinion. "But it WAS a fuckboy." I managed to eek out between laughs. The second he began to respond though something was different. I could hear the rumble in his words. It was the way I heard his voice get when chatting with his friends about his latest conquest. His boys. I felt my face flush. "Not that I know firsthand but from what I've seen he's quite the fucking slut." The words came out like a growl. Low and DEEP. Whoever this little fucktoy was he was working my old man up for sure. I cleared my throat, unsure of my own voice in that moment. "Well fuck Dad. I. hope ya get to see for yourself then." "Me too son... me too." He sounded consumed by lust. I felt my dick harden in my flimsy low hung sweats. I was instantly jealous. My dad had the uncanny unintentional ability to make me feel like his little cuck in these moments. I loved it. I stuttered on and changed the subject as we chatted more. I tried my best not let my lust shine through. I kept it light. Dad equally seemed distracted and after not too long we said our goodbyes. He told me how much he loved me, gave the blanket I'm so proud nonsense he never failed to spew. Dad showered me with praise. It was my first kink really. Getting off on his approval in a way. Damn. I massaged my thick teen cock now as I thought back on how it always made me tingle. "Really though bubba feel free to check in more often too. I'm always here for ya kiddo." He really was the best. The call ended and I sat there still massaging my cock. Still parked on the side of the interstate. I was about to open my maps app to see where I could turn around but then I thought why. Why not continue on? I had already blown off class to race home, I wouldn't make it back in time even if I headed back now. It was a pretty dead three day weekend in front of me. No real plans no homework. I had figured on trying to find some hot dick but I could easily do that in SD, maybe even hit up the retired SDU wrestling coach who'd wrecked me in my room last time I'd been home. As I palmed my cock it was decided. I merged back onto the highway and drove on. Dad would no doubt lose it over the surprise. I couldn't wait to see him. It was a little over two hours later I was pulling through the open gates of our house. The familiar sound of my tires crunching the gravel of the circular drive made me feel instantly happy. I was thriving at school, not to mention in my life as a thotty little fuckpig, but this house was still where I'd always been happiest, and the horniest to be honest. I chuckled as I parked. Normally I'd pull in the garage but I'd left the clicker on my desk in my rush to leave campus. The front door key still hung on my keychain at least. No biggie. As I walked to the entryway I grabbed the morning paper still laying out on the drive. Dad must have really not been feeling like himself if he hadn't even made it out to grab it yet. Probably had gone back to sleep. I'd run up to my room, set my stuff down then pop my head in to check on him. As I swung the large arched wooden door open I was met with the sound of muffled voices. Voices and moans... Well hell. Maybe Pops wasn't sick after all. Maybe he was just balls deep in some hole that he'd been using all night long. I set my bags down by the staircase landing and crept down the tall, wide hall that opened into the great room in the rear before splitting off separately to Dad's `wing'. His massive master suite and study. I knew I shouldn't, but I had to sneak a peek. I had plenty of times. I'd lost count of how many loads of boy jizz I'd shot on the wall and doorframe outside of dad's room before he'd sound proofed it and started closing his door. With me out of the way he'd gone back to leaving it open I guess. As I made my way slowly closer I realized something was off. I was getting farther from the sound. When I got to his room the door was open but he was nowhere to be seen. Silence. But HOLY SHIT. The scent of the space. It reeked of my dad in the best goddamn way. He for sure wasn't sick last night. This room was enough to prove that. And enough to make me feel feral. From the looks of it maybe it was a bate night, something I knew he loved to indulge in. The smell of his favorite strain of weed and his ripe heady musk hung in the air. I wanted to nestle deep in the mess of sheets that I was sure had his popper like BO clinging to them. But where was he? Had the bate really been so good he'd missed our call? Something was off. I made my way back down the hall. Sure enough the sounds got louder as I approached the center of the open lower floor. WAIT. Was the dirty fuck in my room? It was either that or one of the two spare rooms but why would he be in there? I mean why would he be in my room either? The pervert in me hoped it was for the same reason I had ached to get bred in his bed not too long ago. The filthy taboo of it. The proximity of it to the forbidden... I went back to the foyer, knowing the staircase by the kitchen would be creaky under my weight. I didn't want to risk my chance of getting to see what and who my hulking muscle bear of a dad was doing in, hopefully, my bed. I was carrying a lead pipe in my sweats as I could feel my pulse beating through my body and my rigid cock. Then my body went numb. I was halfway up the front stairs when I could make it all out. "Please coach. Please show me what my cunt is for?" It was MY voice. I whined like a bitch in heat. It was my fucking porn. As I reached the top landing I could smell the same intoxicating aroma of weed and testosterone that had permeated his room downstairs. I could now audibly make out the scene that was playing. I could hear something else too. The familiar sounds of my father's rut. The slap slap slap of heavy stroking. He was bating to my shit! My Dad, the man I wanted to rape my cunt more than any human, was In my room, on my bed most likely, high and gooning to me being used. I pawed wildly on my fuckstick as I leaned against the wall of the hallway. For a minute I just stood there stroking through my sweats. My hands pawing my adonis belt and my chest in between molesting my meat. I lost myself to the moment. It was all so fucking wrong. But so fucking right. Was it always going to come down to this? Like father like son I guess. "COACH NO!" I knew right now my dad was watching my puffy pink pussy boy lips being split open by a brute who rivaled even him in appeal. The coach may have been leaner but dad's years playing rugby gave him the bulk. I couldn't stay focused. Caught between thinking of my dad and thinking of what I wanted him to do to me. How I wanted it to be him raping me like all the other alphas in my life did. Deeper. Better. Harder than they did. I knew my Pops could. He was legendary for his lays. "Fucking RAPE him! Rape that little faggot." Dad's words bellowed through the hall. Catching me off guard but giving me the push I needed. I finally took the last few steps towards the door to my childhood bedroom. There he was. My dad. Full on fuckpig DADDY mode on my bed his eyes glazed over from the weed and poppers I saw still clutched in one hand. I braced myself on the doorframe. This was beyond words. Beyond hope. He was primal. Primal, savage, and thinking of my cunt. "Rape my little slut. Get him fucking ready. Get him ready for me fucker. To use him oh fuck FUCK...!" His body convulsed and jet after jet of the seed that made me flew from the flared purple cockhead that I too had come from. I lost it. My load flooded out. My thin grey sweats now wet and dark as my cum made its way through my equally thin jock. I could feel it running down my legs as I watched my father's load leak from his chest and lips and my blue denim headboard. As it soaked into the pillows where I laid my head. Where I'd dream of things equally as wild as this. I couldn't take it. Every last kink was triggered at once sending me over the edge again. I have never cum harder or quicker. Even after the load I just shot I could feel another rush of my teen jock seed flow out. I lost myself. "... fucking hell Dad. Oh fuck Pops!" As I came down from the full elation high of it all everything came back into focus. There was my dad, mouth agape. Drenched in his baby batter. Staring at me as I shook and dripped from my own equally cosmic orgasm. "Goddamn it dad. Uhm, surprise?" I shrugged and laughed and just gave in. A moment later he too was laughing. Hysterically. Then he was on his feet and closing the distance between us. He stopped when we were chest to chest. The full power of his radiating stink hit me as he wrapped his hand behind me. Pulling me into him by the small of my back. "Surprise indeed Little Dude...." This is chapter three in a new series chronicling the beginning escapades of a man whore father and his jock slut son. Apologies to readers familiar with my other work but I promise I am currently working on a new chapter in the Daddy Bear Boyfriend & Muscle Nephew series as well! Some readers have been asking for reference pics so feel free to drop me an email for them. As always feedback is welcome! TheKingDomWrites@gmail.com