Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2022 22:04:13 -0700 From: KD Subject: My Son's New Boyfriends If you enjoy this story, be sure to check out my other story on Nifty "Big Dumb Dick", and be sure to email me suggestions, comments, etc. The following is a work of fiction and should only be enjoyed by those 18 and older. My Son's New Boyfriends - Scooter When my son Davey turned 18 he finally mustered up the courage to tell me that he was gay. I of course loved him regardless and embraced him. He was still my son, and ever since his mom walked out on us years ago it had just been me and him. I wasn't gonna let something as silly as sexual preference get in the way of our relationship as father and son. I did worry about my son though. While Davey was now an adult, he wasn't necessarily equipped with a lot of common sense. His teachers at school warned me multiple times that he might have to repeat his senior year. He was also way too trusting in others and far too naive for this often cruel world. A prime example of this was his first boyfriend Scooter. When Davey told me he was dating I was genuinely happy for him. The day he gave me the news he said he had invited his new partner over for dinner. "I'm so excited for you to meet him, daddy!" He gushed. "We've been seeing each other for almost a week and I think you're really gonna like him!" "A week? And you're already bringing him over to meet me?" I asked, stroking my beard. "Yeah! Scooter says he's serious about us! Plus he needs a place to stay so I said he could live with us!" I gaped, bewildered that my son had decided to move this practical stranger into our house without so much as asking me beforehand, but I couldn't let a high schooler live on the streets when there was a perfectly good couch here in my home. "Um, okay son. Can't wait to meet him." Within the hour, the doorbell rang. Davey smiled, clapped his hands, and jumped up to answer it but I motioned to him that I would instead. When I opened the door, I sighed involuntarily out of disappointment. My eyes were met with a tall, lanky man in a thin zip-up hoodie over a ratted wifebeater. His facial expression seemed apathetic. His pale face heavily contrasted with his puffy eyes, which if alone weren't a dead giveaway that he was high as a kite the stench of weed on him would have sufficed. I glanced down and saw that he had on a pair of gray sweatpants that draped over his Nike slides. His sweats did not do much to hide a thick, prominent lump that snaked down his mid-thigh. I cleared my throat when I realized that I could make out the head of his penis; I guess Scooter doesn't wear underwear. "Sup," he said blankly before running his hand through his shaggy blond hair. "H-hello," I replied. "Baby!" Davey shouted from behind me. Scooter smirked and brushed past me to enter our house. My son jumped into a hug with him and kissed his cheek then turned to me. "Baby, this is my dad. Daddy this is Scooter." I blinked. "It's nice to meet you, Scooter. So, you go to school with Davey?" "Nah," he responded. "Dropped out." "You're so silly, daddy. Scooter's too old for school! He's 27!" I choked. "27? Where did you guys meet?" "Scooter hangs around my school! He would sometimes watch me at baseball practice." Suddenly it became very clear why Scooter was drawn to my son. Although he is completely oblivious to it, Davey's body is quite attractive. He's pretty short at 5'6 and has a lithe, youthful frame. Slender shoulders, flat stomach, and a thin waist. What's remarkable about Davey, however, is his butt. While pretty much everything else on his body is skinny, his butt is very thick. It's almost abnormal how much it protrudes from the rest of his stick-figure frame. As if reading my mind, Scooter at that smacked down on my son's ass cheek, gripping his pliable flesh. I did not have much to say at that moment; I had a lot to process. I sat down at the dinner table and went through the motions of the meal on autopilot. When I had finished my plate, I instructed Davey to take care of the dishes and pointed out the couch Scooter was welcome to sleep on. "No can do, boss man" Scooter said. "Babe said I could sleep in his bed. Got a bad back." I looked over at Davey who could tell I was less than enthusiastic about this man sleeping in the same bed as him. He flashed his trademark puppy dog eyes, and like always I could not say no to him. I sighed, nodded, then went upstairs to bed, wondering how the hell I was gonna fix this. That night, I tossed and turned but could not fall asleep. I was too focused on the stranger now living in my house. As I was pondering what I could say to Davey, I could hear him and Scooter having a rather emotional interaction. Davey's room is right next to mine and the walls of our house are paper thin, so I could practically hear everything. "I- I just don't know, Scooter. I just haven't done that before." "C'mon dude. Just do it. We're dating right?" Scooter sounded annoyed, the most emotion I had heard out of him the entire night. "Well, yeah, but I-" "Didn't you say you love me? Well, this is how people who love each other show it." Oh my God, Scooter was pressuring Davey into having sex! I wasn't sure what to do, and I'm ashamed to admit it but I was paralyzed with fear and anxiety. "Are you sure? So, you'll love me too if I do it with you?" Davey said. "Yeah, sure." Scooter said simply. A couple of minutes passed by before I heard Davey painfully say, "Scooter, please go a bit slower, it's- it's so big." "You'll get used to it,'' was all Scooter said before an undeniable SMACK sound of hips being connected with thick ass cheeks echoed throughout the house. Immediately following was a loud yelp from my son, reacting to his virginity being cruelly ripped from him by Scooter's punishing dick. "Ouch! Ouch! Scooter that really hurt-" "You're fine." Scooter said before more sounds of him thrusting deep into my son could be heard. From what I could tell, Scooter was an animal. His grunts as he fucked my son were very deep, and I could only imagine his fat donkey dick coring out places within Davey he didn't know existed. I pictured Davey lying on his back, feet in the air helpless under Scooter's huge frame, pinning him down pumping his fuckstick over and over into Davey's thick cheeks. Davey graduated from yelps to full-on wailing. His high-pitched squeals matched the creaking of his bed frame, which seemingly did nothing to slow Scooter's big-dicked assault on his hole. There were several more pleas from Davey begging for Scooter to go just a little slower, but frankly, I wouldn't even be sure if Scooter could hear them over the deafening sound of flesh smacking together and the creaking bed. At one point though I did hear Davey ask for a kiss which Scooter responded between strokes that he doesn't kiss when he fucks. I was also surprised to find out that Scooter had a lot of stamina. He fucked my son for well over an hour, only stopping to I assume change positions. Each time I could hear Davey shriek as Scooter's monster dong audibly popped out of his hole, followed by his body being tossed into another position like a ragdoll for Scooter to continue jackhammering. "Oh fuck yeah I'm gonna shoot," I heard Scooter say over Davey's screams. "You gonna take my load, stupid fucking faggot?" "Y-yes!" Davey sobbed. "Ouch! Ouch! Scooter, Scooter I love you!" I can imagine Davey hoped Scooter was going to say he loved him back, but he was only met with "Oh FUCK I'm coming!" The pounding halted. My mind's eye pictured Scooter's hefty bull nuts drawing up and unleashing rope after rope of jizz raw into my son's pussy. My son let out multiple "Ah, ah"s as Scooter finished off his orgasm, which seemed to last a whole minute. "I love you, Scooter." "Yeah, you said that. Look, I gotta go." I could hear Scooter quickly getting dressed as he said this. "What? I thought you were staying with us?" "Yeah, nah. I'm actually gonna crash at my buddy Jake's tonight. Thanks for the fuck. Catch ya later." "You- You love me too right?" My son asked stupidly. Scooter said nothing in response as he opened the door to his room and exited, then went down the stairs and out our front door. I wondered how Davey felt, but honestly, maybe it was for the best. End of Chapter One If you liked this story please let me know! I'm willing to hear suggestions and also any recommendations to stories you think might be similar to this one. Also please donate to Nifty to keep this site running! :)