Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2023 04:00:40 +0000 From: Jason Smith Subject: The Daddy Finder App WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy. Feedback and comments welcome at jockboydad@outlook.com. Thanks for all the feedback, comments and ideas so far! Reminder: Nifty operates off donations to provide this and other stories. Please consider donating at: https://donate.nifty.org/ Copyright 2022 The Daddy Finder App (Chapter 1) Author's Note: Inspiration for story from Cocky Boi I think the first time I realized I had the hots for my dad was last year, around the time of my sixteenth birthday. I was just realizing, or rather admitting, my attraction to guys. Although the other jocks on my wrestling team at my school drew my eye, it was older guys that really got me going. Maybe it's just my hormones going into overdrive, but it's all I could think about. My dad is the epitome of the all American masculine dad - tall, mid-forties, slightly greying short hair that made him even sexier with age, and as a former Marine, was jacked for a guy his age. I tried to rid any thoughts of him from my head, but late at night, when I was jacking off under my sheets, the thought of him would occasionally slip into my head and immediately cause me to shoot the biggest loads. I still remember the day he walked in the house coming back from the gym, wearing a tight fitting tank top, drenched in sweat and clinging to his muscular chest and abs, his hairy thick legs and bubble butt ass straining against his gym shorts. I struggled not to drool at the sight of my beast of a father, but had to run to the bathroom and immediately rub one out. But I knew it would have to remain a fantasy. My dad was a religious family man. He and my mom were high school sweethearts, having saved themselves until marriage, which happened when they were 18, right before he was first deployed. After retiring from the military, he got into pharmaceutical sales, having the talent, and the face, to convince anyone to buy whatever drug his company was pitching. He is also involved in our church, where he started a young men's mentoring club, which pairs young men in the church with older men to serve as their mentors. My dad has mentored at least a dozen boys, usually about my age, over the years, most of whom I have met at the house or church events. I think it goes without saying that neither of my parents nor my younger sister or older brother know that I'm gay. And I certainly hadn't come out to any of my teammates or coach. I occasionally "date" girls and bring them over to the house, and fortunately, I can use our family's strong religious beliefs to avoid getting into any sexual situations with a girl. But I hadn't actually played with another guy yet, but I knew I wanted to. So my only outlet was online porn and jacking off at night, which became easier once my brother, who I shared a room with, went off to college a couple months ago. One night, as I was trolling porn sites, an add for a new app called "Son Finder", which catered to guys with a dad/son role play fantasy. I downloaded the app, clicked through the seemingly endless pages of legal disclaimers agreeing that I was over 18, the app was purely for fantasy, and not for meeting, blah blah blah. I set up my profile, picking the name Jeffrey, filled out my stats, and loaded a few pics that I snapped in my room, including a couple private x-rated pics of my smooth bubble butt and hard cock, and then made my profile public. Within seconds, the app dinged with inbound messages from older guys. Most were sleazy old fat guys who thought sending me pics of their ugly dicks would be the way to start a conversation. Thinking that this app was just full of dirt bags, I had almost decided to remove it when I saw a message come in from a guy that had a pretty hot faceless profile pic of a hairy muscular chest. Unlike the other messages, it started with, "Hey there, kid. Be careful on here. Lots of older guys looking to take advantage of younger kids like you." "Maybe that's what I'm looking for," I replied. "Gotcha, kid. Chat away, but just make sure you can trust any guy from here before you meet in person." "You sound like my dad, lol." "Does that make you horny?" he typed. "Yeah, tbh. My dad is super hot," I responded. "But....?" "He's super str8 and super religious, so it's a no go." "That's a shame. So you're looking for a daddy on here?" "I don't know. I just found this app tonight." "Welcome" "Thanks, man. What's your name?" "Glenn" "Nice to meet u." "You too, kid. So, tell me, what would you want to do with your dad?" "I don't know. I really like his muscles and his deep voice. I wanna blow him, taste his cum." "And?" "I've never talked about this with anyone," I typed, reluctant. "You can tell me, kid." "I, uh, I kind of want him to totally dominate me, fuck me. Is that weird?" "Not at all." "It feels weird, but it's all I think about lately when I'm horny." "Have you told him how you feel?" "Fuck no, man!" "Lol, just asking. I think that sounds hot," he replied. At this point, my dick was rock hard chatting with this guy, finally admitting out loud, or at least through text, about my feelings for my dad. "Do you have a son?" I asked. "Yes, two." "And have you done anything with them?" "I have with the older one, but I'd like to do what you described with my younger boy." "Guess I was born into the wrong family, lol," I joked. "Guess so, kiddo. Care to share your private pics?" he asked. "Sure," I replied, and clicked unlock on my pics. A couple seconds later, he responded. "Oh damn, very nice. I bet your dad is proud of what he created." "Thanks, man. But I don't know about that." "You're very sexy, son. Do you mind if I call you that?" "Sure, daddy!" "I like that ;)" "I bet...." "Can you do something for me, son?" "Sure, daddy," I responded. "Go to the laundry room, and get a pair of your dad's underwear, and bring it back to your room," he typed. "Dude, I can't do that," I responded. "Do as your dad says," he typed. I paused, pondering the risk of one of my parents catching me, and then decided to go for it. "Ok, hold on a minute." I put my phone down, and slowly opened my bedroom door, peering out down the hall to listen for any sign that my parents or sister were awake. Hearing nothing, I tiptoed down the hall and down the stairs, making my way to the laundry room. I turned the light on, happy to see a laundry basket of clothes. I ruffled through the pile of dirty clothes until I found a pair of baby blue briefs that I knew were my dad's. Still nervous, I tucked them into my pants, flipped off the light and walked back into the hall, running smack into my dad. "Hey, kiddo. What are you doing up, and in the laundry room?" he asked, looking down at me. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt and loose fitting dark colored gym shorts, which I swear I could see the outline of his dick through the smooth fabric. "Um, I, uh, I thought I had left one of my pair of jeans down here, but couldn't find them," I said. "Ok, well you better get to bed, son," he replied, stepping forward and embracing me with his big muscular arms, my face pressing against his firm chest. He gave me a peck on the forehead before turning to walk back up the stairs to his room. I paused, realizing that I had a massive boner and my heart was racing, before running back up to my room and shutting the door, running to hop onto my bed to message the guy I'd been chatting with. "I did it," I typed. A minute later, his response appeared. "I thought you'd bailed." "I ran into my dad after I grabbed his dirty briefs." "Oh yeah? How'd that go?" "I made up an excuse, so he didn't figure it out." "And?" "He was wearing a tight ass shirt, showing off his hot muscles." "You liked that?" "Fuck yeah. He hugged me, and I could feel his warm body against mine. I got hard." "Show me." "What do you mean?" "Send me a pic of your dick after your encounter with dad." I was still hard from earlier, so I pulled down my boxers and snapped a pic of my hard cock and sent to him. "Fuck. You really do want you dad. So hot." "Sometimes I feel ashamed about it." "You shouldn't, son." "Thanks, daddy. It's nice to have someone to talk to about it." "I want you to do something else for me, son." "Ok, what?" "I want you to smell your dad's underwear and jack off, imagining your face is in his crotch. Can you do that for me?" I pulled the briefs up to my face, cautious at first, before I inhaled deeply, the musky scent of my dad filling my senses and causing my dick to throb. I kept the briefs pressed against my face with one hand, my other wrapped firmly around my uncut cock, starting to stroke it, up and down. Thinking about my father's dick having been cupped by the briefs I was inhaling, and the sensation of his firm hug minutes ago, it didn't take long before I was spewing a large load of teenage spunk across my smooth chest. I tended to shoot massive cum shots, and had always wondered if that's something I inherited from my father. After I squeezed the last drop out of my dick, I picked my phone back up and messaged my new friend. "I just blew a huge load, with my dad's briefs in my face." "Good boy. Now wipe up your cum with the briefs, and go put them back where you found them." "Dude, my mom will notice when she does the laundry." "Do you regularly talk back to your dad like that?" "No, sir. Ok, I'll do it." I used my dad's briefs to wipe the cum off my stomach and chest, soaking the briefs with my semen. I tucked the briefs into my shorts and tiptoed back downstairs in the dark to tuck the briefs back under some other clothes in the hamper, then scurrying back up to my room, fortunately avoiding any more encounters with my dad or anyone else. "Ok, done, daddy." "Good boy. Goodnight, son. Here's something to dream about." And then a pic appeared that showed the swollen head sticking out of the leg of a pair of dark blue gym shorts. Just a tease of what looked like a pretty big piece of meat. "Fuck, that's hot, daddy," I responded, starting to get hard again. I had an early practice, so I put my phone down and quickly fell asleep. The next day, all I could think about was the guy I'd chatted with the night before. As soon as I got home from school, I ran up to my room, shut the door and got on the app. "Hey, daddy. Been thinking about that cock tease pic all day," I typed, waiting for a response, while other inbound messages from other guys started coming in. But I only wanted to talk to Glenn. I waited, but no response. I heard a knock on my door, which was quickly followed by my dad swinging the door open and poking his head in. "Hey, kiddo. How was school?" he asked, still dressed in his work clothes, but his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms, and he'd already loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his oxford shirt. I did a double take realizing how sexy he looked dressed up like that. "Fine," I responded, sneaking another glance over at him without seeming too interested. "That exciting, huh?" he joked. "Uncle Mike's coming over for dinner so try to be a little more social for him, eh?" Although we called him Uncle, Mike was not actually related to us. He served with my dad in the military, and they basically became brothers. He lived about a mile away, and has been like a member of the family and a true uncle to me and my siblings our entire lives. My dad and Uncle Mike were a seemingly odd match of friends. While my dad was more straight laced and formal, Uncle Mike was the rebel, covered in tattoos, smoked cigars and cigarettes like his life depended on it, rode a motorcycle and wore torn jeans and a leather jacket, working odd jobs here and there. But the military made them family, and they were bound together for life like brothers. Uncle Mike was a little younger than my dad, but more muscular. With short light brown hair, large piercing eyes, a roman nose that had been broken a couple times from fights, and big full lips, he was often compared to the actor Tom Hardy. Like my dad, he oozed masculinity, and whenever he was in the room, everyone was focused on him. I nodded, as he turned and closed the door behind him. I eagerly reopened the app, but still no response from Glenn. I flipped through through the profiles of the other daddies on the app, sending a few "what's up" messages to a couple guys with hot pics. Then, my inbox notification went off and I got excited when I saw a message from Glenn. "Hey, kiddo. Miss me?" he said. "Maybe...." I responded, not wanting to sound overly excited. "I know you've been thinking about dad's dick all day." I grinned as I typed my response, "Ok, you got me. I want to see more." "Soon, kiddo. Where's your real dad?" "He just got home from work. He was looking hot in his work outfit." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, he had these tight pants on, showing off his legs, and his full crotch. I wanted to drop to my knees, lol." "I bet he'd like that." "No way. He'd ship me off to conversion camp." "That's too bad. Let's chat later. I have a family dinner soon." "Me too. Later, daddy," I replied. Just then, my door swung open, and Uncle Mike burst in unannounced. "Where's my favorite nephew?!" he yelled out. It was a running joke, as he said that to both my brother and me every time he saw either (or both) of us. "Uncle Mike! Hey, how are you?" I said, getting up to greet him, happy to see him, but needing to tuck my semi hard dick in the wasteland of my shorts so he wouldn't notice it. He gave me a big firm bear hug, and I inhaled his scent, a mix of cigarette smoke, cologne and musk. He was wearing a tight henley shirt, that was unbuttoned, his hairy muscular pecs showing, and his massive biceps straining his sleeves. "So, how's wrestling going? You taking down all those varsity jocks?" he asked, giving me a firm pat on the shoulder. "It's going alright. I can hold my own," I responded. "Nice, kid. And what about the ladies. You plowing the field?" "Uncle Mike!" I said, feigning embarrassment. "You know we don't go for pre-marital sex in this house." He laughed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Your dad's the fuckin' pope. But I'm telling you, kid. The rock hard cock you have when you're in high school, you gotta use that while you can. And if you tell your dad I said this, I'll deny the fuck out of it, but you need to stick that in as many holes as you can." "You're a bad influence on me," I joked. "Oh, so now your fucking mother Teresa all of a sudden?" he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a joint. "I guess I'll have to go smoke this all by myself." I should mention that the first time I got high, and drunk, was with Uncle Mike. So he definitely played the part of the cool rebel uncle. "Woah, woah, don't get crazy, Uncle. I'm down." "I thought so," he said, grinning. "Meet me on the side of the house in 5?" he said. I nodded as he turned to leave, closing the door behind him. Like I said, the two of them were completely different. Uncle Mike wasn't married, and my mom would only let him bring his girlfriend of the day over to our house if they'd been dating for more than a month, which excluded most of his conquests. Even though he was straight as hell, I looked up to him and wanted to be like him when I got older. I guess it was the rebel don't give a fuck side of him that I looked up to, contrasted to my dad's formal religious way of life. I threw on a hoodie and quietly made my way out the back door and around through the side gate to meet Uncle Mike, who was already leaned against the house blowing out a big stream of smoke he'd just inhaled. "Thanks for waiting for me, Uncle," I joked, reaching out for the joint, which he handed over. He watched as I inhaled the smoke and blew it out after holding it for a bit. "Thanks. I needed that. My dad would kill me if he ever caught me smoking." "Probably, but your dad's not as big of a saint as he comes across," he said, taking the joint back. "What do you mean?" I asked, curious. "Nice try. Maybe some day when you're older," he joked back. "I'm almost 17. I'm a man now," I shot back. He chuckled a little, annoying me. "You're gettin' there, kid. Speaking of which, it does look like you've been bulking up. Think you're gonna pass up your big bro?" My brother was also athletic, but played basketball and had a different build than me. He got the height, almost 6'4, and was very toned, but despite my 5'8 height, I had put on more muscle volume than he had, and I had made quite a few gains the last six months. "I think I already have," I said in a cocky tone. "Better watch out yourself there." Uncle Mike laughed, and swung his big arm around to quickly get me in a headlock, surprising me. I struggled to free myself, pushing against his muscular quad , my other hand even planting on his ass to try and give me some leverage. But he was too strong, so I eventually relented, tapping out. "I'm not that worried," he joked, ruffling my hair, chuckling. Just then we heard my mom yelling out the back door for us, so he quickly put out the joint and handed me some gum to mask the smell on our breath. We decided I'd go the back way, and he'd make his way in from the front. All during dinner, I couldn't help but think about what Uncle Mike had said about my dad not being the saint he seemed to be. I had no idea what that meant, as my dad had never swore, smoked, drank excessively or done any other vices in front of us. After dinner, I said goodbye to Uncle Mike and made my way back to my room, hoping to have another chat with daddy Glenn. But it wasn't until about 10:30 pm when I finally got a message notification from him. "How was your dinner, son?" he asked. "Alright. My hot uncle came over," I replied. "Oh yeah, you got the hots for him too?" "Yeah, lol. He's different than my dad, but both are hot." "Mmm, so many possibilities there." "Yeah, I wish, lol." "Your uncle know you think about him like that?" "No way," I replied. "Maybe you should start dropping hints, see how he reacts. Maybe he's waiting for you to open the door," he said. "I'd be too nervous," I typed. "So, do I get to see more of you?" "Well, you're gonna have to do something for me, kiddo." "Like what?" "Do you have a red jock strap?" "I do. My dad got it for me when I started wrestling." "Strip down and put it on, then send me a pic of you wearing it." Something about his directness turned me on, so I complied, snapping a faceless pic of myself wearing only the jock in the mirror and sending it to him. "No, I want to see all of you, son," he responded. Despite knowing I shouldn't send it, I went ahead and snapped a pic showing my face, and another one showing my backside, looking over my shoulder in the mirror, and sent both to him. "That's my boy, so hot." "What's my reward, daddy?" I responded. "I need you to do one more thing, son." "yeah??" "Go down to the kitchen and get a glass of water, wearing just that jock," he said. "Dude, what if my parents catch me." "Do it," he instructed me. I struggled with wanting to please my new daddy friend versus the wrath of my parents if they caught me. But feeling particularly horny, and wanting to see another pic of Glenn's dick, I decided to go for it. I quietly pried open my door, listening for any sound coming from my parents' or my sister's rooms. Hearing nothing, I tiptoed down the hall wearing just my jock. Surprisingly, I starting to get hard at the thrill of it all. I made my way to the kitchen, opening the fridge, the light flooding the room, and illuminating my half naked body. I reached in and grabbed a bottle of water, closing the door and turning, only to slam into my shirtless father. "Jesus, son. What are you doing walking around like that? What if your mom or sister see you?!" he said, looking at me standing in front of him in my jock, still half hard. "Uh, I, uh, um, sorry, dad. I, uh, I just needed a drink, and I thought everyone was asleep. As my eyes readjusted to the dark after I had shut the fridge door, I started to realize that my dad was not only shirtless, but he was only wearing blue briefs, just like the pair I had stolen the other night. I rarely got the chance to see my dad shirtless, as he usually only wears a tank top when we are at the pool or beach, and I most certainly had never seen him in anything as skimpy as a pair of briefs. My gaze traveled down his body, from his smooth, muscular chiseled chest, down his 12-pack abs to his bulging package in the pouch of those briefs. But I tried not to be too obvious, quickly looking back up at his face. "Well, I guess I'm not one to judge. I was thinking the same thing," he said, lightheartedly, glancing down at his half naked body as he reached past me and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I exhaled, realizing I wasn't going to be in that much trouble based on his reaction. He looked down at my body and commented, "Looks like you've been making some gains working out, kiddo. Still got a ways to go to catch up with your old man though." "Thanks, dad. Coach has been riding us pretty hard, but at least the pain seems to be paying off," I responded, feeling proud that my dad was complimenting me on my muscle growth. But he was right, I still had a ways to go to get as beefy as he is. "Well, we better get back to bed before the girls see us like this," he said, stepping forward to give me a firm hug, his bare muscular chest pressing against mine. I had to arch my ass back to hide my growing hardon from pressing into his leg. "Night, dad." "Night, son," he said, slapping me on my bare ass as I walked past him toward the stairs. I couldn't look back at him or he'd see my enormous smile reacting to his touch. I ran back up the stairs and jumped on my bed face down, scrambling for my phone. "You're not going to believe this...." A couple minutes later, Glenn replied. "So you did it?" "Yeah, man. And I ran into my dad again. Wearing just his briefs!" "Damn. How'd he look?" "Hot as fuck. He's such a stud." "Yeah? What did you like best?" "I dunno, his chest, his arms, his package looked big in his briefs. Everything lol." "You really do have the hots for dad." "I know. I haven't ever talked to anyone about it before you." "I like that you trust me to tell me how you feel." "Thanks, daddy :)" "Here's your reward," he typed, and then a picture of his rock hard cock appeared. It looked massive. Had to be at least eight inches, cut, a big swollen head, with his fist wrapped around the shaft, and smooth ballsack holding big nuts hanging below it. I noticed a wedding ring on his finger. "Oh fuck!" is all I could type, my dick immediately growing rock hard at the sight of his beautiful cock. "You like daddy's cock, huh, kiddo?" "Fuck yeah. I wanna suck that, daddy!" I replied. "Have you ever sucked on a cock before, son?" he asked. "No, but I want to. Will you teach me?" "Let's meet and I'll let you try it out." I paused, not realizing this was going to actually result in him wanting to meet in person. My mind was racing, after the encounter with my dad, the pic of Glenn's amazing dick, and my general teen horniness. I finally responded. "I think so. But I'm kinda nervous." "You don't need to be, kiddo. I'll guide you. And I think you want to taste my cock, don't you?" "Yes, lol." "Thought so. When? Tomorrow?" "Tomorrow after school, like 3:30. My dad doesn't get home until like 5:30, so before then." "Good boy. Wear that jock strap for me tomorrow." "Yes, sir." "I'll message you the address tomorrow. Night, son." "Night, daddy." As soon as I put the phone down, I pulled my rock hard dick out of the pouch of my jock and stroked it, thinking of the interaction with my dad, mixed with my visual fantasy about sucking Glenn's cock. It didn't take long for me to start shooting streams of cum across my chest, some of it landing on the jock that Glenn instructed me to wear tomorrow. As I lay in bed catching my breath after cumming, I fell asleep before cleaning myself off, or setting my alarm for the morning. I awoke to my dad shaking me, "Son, wake up! You're late for school!" I rolled over, groggy, slowly waking up. "And why are you sleeping in just that jock....and, Jesus, is that dried semen all over you? Did you jack off on yourself last night?!" He was standing above me in his suit and tie, looking at me, with my crusty cum all over my stomach and chest, wearing my jock strap. I didn't really have any explanation, so I just pretended to still be slowly waking up. "Christ, son, you need to hop in the shower and get dressed," he said, scolding me. I slowly sat up on the side of my bed, and as soon as he was satisfied I wouldn't fall back asleep, he stormed out of my room. After showering off, I was late to practice, resulting in Coach making me run laps and drills for the rest of practice, wearing me out. But all I could think about the rest of the day was meeting up with Glenn. I was nervous, but also excited, with sporadic thoughts of him being a serial killer. As soon as the afternoon bell rang for the end of the school week, I pulled out my phone to open the App. "Hey, kiddo. Address is 3355 Hearstfield Drive. 3:30 pm. Wear that jock and your sweaty singlet under sweats. Door will be open, so come on in. Don't be late." "Yes, sir," I responded, nervously, but also starting to get hard. My mom was probably at home, so rather than go home, I went to the wrestling locker room and put the jock strap on, with the singlet from this morning's practice over it. I fortunately had a pair of sweat pants an a hoodie in my locker that I put on over it. I texted both my mom and dad that I was going over to my friend Jimmy's house, but I'd be home for dinner. They both said ok, buying my story. I drove toward the address he'd given me, getting more and more nervous by the minute. I almost turned around and went home, but I stopped and pulled up the pic of Glenn's dick and decided that I wanted it to be the first in my mouth. I parked a couple blocks down the street from the house. I was surprised at how big the houses were in the neighborhood. I waited until exactly 3:30 before walking up to the house, nervously looking around. I took a deep breath and pushed on the front door. As he'd said, it was unlocked, and I walked in, closing the door behind me. The house was huge, with high ceilings in the entry way. I heard some music coming from further back in the house, so I walked that way and turned the corner into a large living area. I immediately froze. At the opposite end of the large room was a high backed chair. And sitting in that chair was my father, wearing nothing but the blue briefs, smoking a cigar. Next to the chair was a side table where a glass of whiskey rested. "Hi, kiddo," he said, grinning. "Dad.....I, uh.....I didn't.....this isn't what you....ummmmm...." I mumbled, panicking that this was some sort of trap, and I was about to be thrown into a van and hauled off to conversion therapy. "Son, relax." he said. "I'm Glenn....I'm the daddy that you've been chatting with." My mind immediately flipped from one form of panic to a state of shock. "Wait, what?!" was all I could mutter. "I was scrolling through the app the other night, and when you messaged me those pics, I immediately knew it was you, I could see your room in the background. Why else do you think you ran into me both nights like that?" he said, taking a sip of his whiskey as he let it all sink in, watching my facial reactions. "Wait, so that was you?" My mind continued to process this. "And....those pics....of your....and I sent you pics of my....." I was quickly processing the fact that my father and I had already exchanged dick pics. My straight laced, super religious father.... "Son, come here," my dad said, standing up and approaching me, sensing my panic and confusion. Sensing I was about to run out the door, he reached forward and wrapped his muscular arms around me, pulling me into him. My face was buried in his firm smooth chest, and I couldn't help but inhale the mix of whiskey, cigar smoke and his cologne and musk, a combination that immediately started to arouse me. After embracing me for a minute, my dad released me and stepped back. "Did you wear what I asked you to?" I nodded. "Good boy. Take off those sweats and let me see," he said, standing confidently in front of me in just his briefs, giving me an almost full view of his masculine muscular body. I hesitated. "But isn't this....?" He cut me off, sensing my reluctance, saying, "It's ok, son. It's between us, ok? You know we both want this." I obliged, first pulling off my sweatshirt hoodie, and then dropping my sweat pants as my dad stood there watching. As soon as I was standing there just in my wrestling singlet, which clung to my muscular body, my dad grinned and I swear I saw him lick his lips. My dick was already rock hard, which was impossible to conceal in the spandex singlet. "I'm proud of how you've developed, son," he said, looking me over. "Thanks, dad," I replied, enjoying his attention and admiration, taking the opportunity to check his body out, noticing the large bulge in his briefs. He noticed, grinning in response. He stepped toward me, reaching out to put his big hand on the side of my face, running his thumb across my lip, his eyes meeting mine. He slowly leaned down toward me until our lips met. It felt like electricity was running between us as our lips parted and his tongue entered my mouth, caressing my tongue and exploring my mouth. I felt his hand run down my chest until it reached my rock hard dick straining against the spandex of my singlet. Our lips still locked, he grinned as he gave it a firm squeeze, causing me to moan. I decided to do the same, going straight for my dad's crotch, his enormous package providing more than a handful in his tight briefs. I made an attempt to pull them down, but he resisted and stepped back. "Easy, son. Not too fast. I have another surprise for you. Come, follow me," he said, grabbing my hand and leading me down a long hall, my eyes fixated on his bubble ass, perfectly framed by his briefs. I quickly realized we were headed toward a bedroom, but what I wasn't expecting as we turned to enter through the door was to see others. I froze, looking across the enormous bedroom were three other men, chatting and drinking what looked like whiskey, one smoking a cigar. Two of them were only wearing white briefs, and the one with his back to me had on a black jock strap, his slightly hairy, but very muscular ass clearly showing. All three were even more jacked than my dad, which was hard to believe, and looked to be in their late 40s or early 50s. The guy facing away from me had tattoos running down his back and arms. My dad guided me over to the group with his muscular arm around my shoulder. They paused their conversation as we approached. For some reason, I got self-conscious and tried to cover up my boner with my hands. "Son, I want you to meet Mr. Rayne." I stepped forward, looking at Mr. Rayne's dark brown eyes as he smiled back at me and eyed me up and down. He looked Italian and was taller than everyone else. He had massive biceps and a light coating of dark hair across his perfectly chiseled pecs. His legs were built like a rugby star, also hairy. "Nice to meet you, son," he said with a deep voice, his firm handshake almost crushing my hand. "You too, sir," I replied, now completely unable to hide my hard cock standing in front of these studs. "And this is Mr. Peterson," my dad said, but I had already recognized him as the father of one of the most popular seniors at my high school, Zach Peterson. Zach's dad was a total DILF, his salt and pepper hair and short beard complimenting his muscular physique. I had frequently overhead Zach bragging about the insane workouts his dad did at CrossFit, even traveling to do competitions. And now, standing in front of Mr. Peterson, half naked, he certainly did not disappoint. His handshake was equally as firm, as he greeted me, his eyes becoming fixated on my crotch. I wondered if he realized I knew who he was. "And I think you know this guy," he said, as Uncle Mike turned to me, a big cigar hanging out of his big plump lips, as he smiled and reached forward to pull me into a big bear hug, my face pressing against his muscular chest. Although I had seen Uncle Mike in a swimsuit many times, seeing him in a jock strap, which showed off his big package even more, got me even hornier, despite the complete surprise at him being here with my dad in this situation. After the introductions, my dad stood behind me, his hands massaging my shoulders. "So, gents. It's a very special night to introduce you to my son, who, as you can see, has developed into quite the young stud." He then hooked his hands into the straps of my singlet and pulled them down, revealing my bare chest, as the men watched on. Mr. Peterson started grabbing his dick through his briefs as he looked on, and I could tell it was already getting hard. Mr. Rayne and Uncle Mike also seemed pleased to be seeing more of my teenage body. And I was starting to enjoy being the center of attention. My dad's crotch was pressed into my ass, and I could fell him getting hard as well. I pushed my ass back into him, trying to grind against it, and turned my head to look up at him. He kissed me again passionately, his hand caressing my neck, and I could feel his stubble rubbing against my cheek. "Fuck yeah, dad and son, so perfect," one of the men said as they all watched on. Not only was it hot as fuck to be making out with my dad, but to be on display for these other masculine studs made it even hotter. My dick was almost ready to explode. My dad's hand reached around and traveled down my athletic torso and slid under the singlet at my waist until his warm rough skin was wrapped around my throbbing dick. "Oh fuck, daddy," I mumbled into his mouth, as he continued to kiss me from behind. I had to focus hard not to shoot my load just at the feeling of his touch on my cock. Uncle Mike stepped forward and pulled my singlet down to my feet, leaving me standing fully naked, and erect, in front of the men. "You should made another good one," Mr. Rayne said, complimenting my body. He was also now fully erect, his dick straining against the pouch of his briefs. "Son, get on your knees," my dad commanded firmly. I complied, stepping out of my singlet and got on my knees in the middle of the guys now standing above me. Mr. Peterson was the first to unleash his dick from his briefs, tucking the elastic waistband under his balls, causing them to look even bigger. His cock had to be at least eight and a half inches, with a beautiful round mushroom head. It was eye level to me as he stepped forward, steering it toward my mouth. I looked up to meet his eyes just as the tip of his cock met my lips. I stuck my tongue out licking the underside of his cock, tasting a lightly salty clear fluid dripping from the tip. My first taste of cock. He slowly pushed it into my mouth, my jaw struggling to open wide enough for him to enter. I loved the sensation of his pulsing cock in my mouth, and I tried to mimic what I had seen watching endless hours of porn as I started to bob my head up and down on his dick. "Fuck yeah, your boy can suck a cock," he commented to my dad. The other two also pulled out their hard cocks and got closer to me. I reached out and grabbed one with each hand, feeling and squeezing them. Uncle Mike's wasn't as long as the others', but he was as thick as a Coke can, and I could barely get my fingers around the shaft. Mr. Rayne's was about seven inches and uncut, and sat above a pair of low hanging pair of huge balls. "Atta boy, take care of all those daddy cocks," I head my dad encourage me from behind. Wanting to taste the others, I pulled off of Mr. Peterson's cock, and turned to take Mr. Rayne's in my mouth, playing with his foreskin in my mouth with my tongue as he moaned and pulled my head into him. I thought I was going to gag as it continued to poke the back of my throat, but then it felt like something pop back there and his cock slid all the way down my throat, my nose buried at the base of his shaft. "Oh fuck, your boy already knows how to deep throat!" he proclaimed, continuing to thrust his dick deep down my throat. Next, I turned to Uncle Mike's dick. I immediately inhaled his strong masculine musk as I flicked my tongue across the tip of his cock while he looked down at me. I struggled to open wide enough to get his cock into my mouth, but I got it about half way, and continued to run my tongue along the underside of his massive tool. His deep moaning while the other guys cheered me on, continued to fuel my desire to pleasure these daddies. My saliva dripping down my face, I pulled off and looked behind me for my dad. He was sitting on a chair continuing to sip his drink. "Dad, can I taste your dick now?" "He likes to sit back and watch for a while, kid," Uncle Mike responded. Shit, does this mean he's done this with other guys, other boys, my age? Before my thoughts could make sense of it, Mr. Peterson was lifting me up and leading me over to the large king sized bed, the other two men in tow. Mr. Peterson sat up against the head board, his muscular legs spread wide, confidently showing off his masterpiece cock as he put his hands behind his head, flexing his biceps. I took the bait and crawled up to him on all fours until I once against had his cock in my mouth. Out of the three of them, I had decided his was my favorite. He placed one hand on the back of my head, guiding me up and down on his dick, pressuring me further each time until it slid into the back of my throat. "Oh fuck yeah, boy! Suck that daddy cock, son!" My focus on his dick, and wanting to continue getting those types of reactions from him, was broken when I felt a warm tongue graze my ass crack. Soon, two firm hands had planted on my cheeks, spreading them before the tongue made another pass, sending shockwaves across my body. Although I had seen plenty of porn clips of guys eating ass, I had never felt it before. I thought the porn stars were just acting when they reacted on film but the feeling was absolutely amazing as the tongue continued to lap against my hole and the start to press inside. "Fuck yeah, Mike, eat that boy's ass!" Mr. Peterson said. The thought of Uncle Mike eating my hole once again almost made me shoot my load. "Damn that feels so good, Uncle!" I exclaimed after coming up for air off Mr. Peterson's cock. "Hell yeah, he likes it!" Mr. Rayne cheered on from the side of me, his hands exploring my body, reaching under me to squeeze my nipples before moving down to grab my rock hard dick. I was slowing getting better at taking Mr. Peterson's huge cock all the way to the base without gagging, and he liked to hold my head down when it was all the way in, letting me feel the pulse of his dick deep inside my throat while Uncle Mike's tongue was working its way into my hole. "Got that ready for me yet?" Mr. Rayne asked. I wasn't sure what he meant, until I soon felt his hard dick sliding up and down against my ass, now lubed up with Uncle Mike's saliva. I grinded my ass up against him, feeling his strong hands grab my waist. But then I felt the head of his dick pressing against my hole. I groaned a little in pain. Although I had slipped a few fingers into my ass while jacking off, I'd never had anything near the size of his cock in it. Mr. Peterson reached over to the side table and grabbed a small glass vial. He took the top off and held it up to my nose. "Here, son, inhale through your nose and hold it in. It'll help." I obliged, and a wave of euphoria engulfed my body. I slowly relaxed my ass, allowing Mr. Rayne to ease his way into my hole. This time the pain was accompanied by intense pleasure as I felt his cock engulfing me from the inside. I gasped. "Fuck this boy is so tight," I heard Mr. Rayne exclaim. "He should be. It's his first cock!" Uncle Mike responded. I took deep breaths, trying to relax and let him further inside me. I looked up to Mr. Peterson, who gave me an encouraging look and then leaned down to kiss me passionately while I continued to moan and gasp with each additional inch I took. "Good job, son," he say before guiding my mouth back down to his throbbing cock. After a couple minutes, I felt Mr. Rayne's balls pressed against my ass. He had penetrated me all the way to the base of his cock. "Atta boy, champ!" Uncle Mike cheered on. Mr. Rayne slowly started pulling his dick out slightly before pushing it back in. Each time, he pulled out a little more, and started getting into a rhythm, his firm hands guiding my ass back into his dick. I realized that I was officially getting fucked by this stud, while sucking another man's cock, while my dad was watching! Not bad for the story of me losing my virginity for all my holes in one night. Mr. Rayne started picking up the pace, his hands grabbing my ass as he was now pounding me pretty forcefully while Mr. Peterson's dick was filling my mouth. "Oh fuck, I'm about to cum!" I heard him yell out from behind me. After several forceful thrusts into my ass, I felt his dick expand inside me, knowing that he was shooting his man juice straight into my ass. He held it in side me until he stopped ejaculating in me, and then slowly pulled out. "How'd you like that cock, kid?" Mr. Peterson asked me, looking down at me with my lips wrapped around his swollen cock head. "I loved it, sir," I responded. "I bet you did. You want some more?" "Yes, sir." He grinned and pulled me up until I was straddling his lap, his hard dick pressed against my ass. My hands reached forward to feel his muscular chest, over to his swollen biceps. "You like my muscles, son?" "Very much, sir," I replied, licking my lips and gazing into his eyes. He reached up and spit into his hand and then reached around and guided his massive tool toward my hole. I lifted up slightly, and eased down, gasping with my mouth open as his huge dick slid into me, stretching me out even more than Mr. Rayne. Mr. Peterson didn't break from our locked gaze. He smiled as my face reacted to his enormous cock entering my ass until I had taken him down to the base. This guy was a total fucking stud. I leaned forward and kissed him as his muscular arms reached around and engulfed me, pulling me into his warm muscular body, his tongue exploring my mouth. I felt his waist start to grind up and down, his dick sliding in and out of me while he continued embracing me. When we stopped kissing, I looked over across the room at my dad, who was fixated on my ass sliding up and down on his friend's dick. He was now stroking his rock hard cock, the other hand pinching one of his firm nipples, clearly enjoying the show. I smiled at him and he responded with a grin and a quick wink. Mr. Peterson's hands were now fully in control of my teenage ass, guiding me up and down on his rock hard dick while I continued to freely explore his entire ripped body with my hands. After a couple minutes, the angle of his cock hit something inside me and my dick immediately started erupting, shooting cum all across his chest, almost hitting him in the face. He looked down at it, grinning, and swiped some of it up with his hand, then reached up to feed it to me while I continued to ride his cock. I was still in a state of euphoria from shooting, and the taste of my own load just exacerbated it. After I licked all my load off his fingers, he pulled me down to kiss him, sharing the taste of my load with him. Uncle Mike, watching this, stood up on the bed next to us, positioning his cock right by my mouth. I turned to take his tip into my mouth as he stroked his cock and pulled down on his ballsack with his other hand. "Fuck, that's so hot seeing you ride that cock!" he exclaimed, and then seconds later, I felt waves of his cum shooting into my mouth. His load tasted different than mine, stronger and saltier. I struggled to swallow it fast enough before he shot another burst in my mouth, but some of it started leaking out the sides of my lips. Uncle Mike was a loud shooter, almost screaming out in pleasure while he continued shooting his large load, his whole body convulsing and flexing. Mr. Peterson leaned forward and licked some of his load off the side of my face and we started making out with Uncle Mike's cock between our lips. That immediately triggered Mr. Peterson to thrust hard up into me, him holding me down, as I felt his cock pulsing, shooting his manly load into me, mixing with Mr. Rayne's as he moaned loudly and pulled me into him with his muscular arms, our bodies trying to forcefully join as one. After he pumped his last spray of seed into me, I wasn't in any rush to get off of his cock. Even after I shoot my load, I remained rock hard from the sensation of his dick deep inside me, and the taste of my Uncle's cum in my mouth. I finally came to, collapsing on Mr. Peterson's chest, which was still heaving from his intense orgasm. "Damn, Chuck. I think this boy is an even bigger bottom than your other one," Mr. Rayne said. It took a second for that to register. My older brother had been fucked by these same guys. And...By my dad?! My thoughts were racing as I looked over at my dad, who was now walking confidently over toward the bed, his massive hard cock swaying back and forth as he approached. Still sitting on Mr. Peterson's lap, his cock still buried inside me, my dad got up on the bed and leaned over and kissed me passionately, his hand grabbing my hair on the back of my head pulling me into him. It was more aggressive than the earlier kiss, and I liked it. He pulled back, looking at me, grinning slyly, and said, "Get on all fours, son." I pulled off of Mr. Peterson's dick slowly, twitching as the tip slid out of my hole, and then got on all fours on the bed as my dad had instructed. I could feel some of the two loads start to drip out of me. He got behind me, and I felt his hands spread my ass. I was expecting to feel his big dick slide into me. But instead, I felt his tongue running up the length of my crack. He was licking his buddies' cum as it oozed out of my hole. "Fuck yeah, we filled your boy up!" Mr. Paterson exclaimed as my dad continued to tongue my hole. My dick started to throb again at the sensation, especially knowing it was my hot dad whose face was buried in my ass. My dad then flipped me over so that I was on my back, looking up at him while the other guys were now standing around the the side of the bed, ready for the show. My dad had this look on his face as he stared down at me. It's hard to explain, but it was in some ways ravenous and carnal, but also intense love and care. I was taking in the view of his muscular torso, from his firm, defined pecs, his round shoulders that merged perfectly with his massive biceps and triceps, down to his defined abs that any college athlete would be jealous of. He knew I was checking me out, so just stayed there perched above me watching me gawk, pleased at how much I was thirsting over his body. But then my eyes made it down to his beautiful rock hard cock. His swollen mushroom head was leaking precum, dripping down onto my balls right below it. The shaft was thick and hard as a rock. Eyeing it, it had to be eight or nine inches. As big or bigger than the male porn stars I frequently jacked off to. "You want your dad's cock, son?" I he said, taking it into one of his fists and stroking it, causing the head to get even more swollen. He gathered some precum on his thumb and reached down to rub it across my lips. I licked it off as fast as I could, the first taste of my dad's manly essence. "Yes, dad. I want it so bad," I moaned. He grinned, and then guided his dick to the entrance of my hole. I lifted my legs and positioned my ass, ready to take him. He looked up at me briefly, before glancing back down as he slid his monster cock into me. I gasped as he pushed deep inside me. Even though the other two had stretched me out, and their cum was still lubing up my hole, my dad was bigger, in girth and length, than both of them, and my recently de-virginized hole struggled to take him in. I was fixated on my dad's face. As he slid into me, he eyes closed and he let out a deep moan as he slightly bit his lip. "God damn, that ass feels so fucking good, son!" It was unusual to hear my dad swear, let alone with the Lord's name. But seeing how good I was making him feel got me really into it. He started pushing it in and out, getting into a solid rhythm, but still taking his time. He leaned forward, propping himself up with his hands on each side of me, my legs almost pulled up to my head as he started using his body weight to push his cock even deeper inside me. I reached up to feel his triceps, which were flexed, showing off almost every fiber of his massive arms, as he continued to thrust his huge cock into me. "Fuck, dad, your cock feels so good. My ass is all yours, sir," I moaned, causing him to thrust harder into me. He was now working up a light sweat, which was coating his muscular chest and dripping down on me from his face and body. He had turned into a total beast, every muscle of his body pumped and flexing as he continued to destroy my hole. He leaned down to kiss me, his hot heavy breath against my face, and his soft lips meeting mine, out tongues caressing as his body pressed against mine, his hips still flexing as he pushed his cock in and out of my tight boy ass. "Fuck, son. You're gonna make me cum!" he exclaimed as he sat back up, grabbing my ankles as he continued fucking me. The other three guys then got on the bed, positioning themselves on their knees above my face, watching my dad fuck his son. "Feed my boy, men," he commanded. They all started stroking their hard dicks inches above my face. It was Mr. Rayne who sprayed the first load of cum across my face and into my open mouth. I licked as much as I could off my lips, and from the tip of his dick as he squeezed the last drop into my mouth. Seeing me getting fed this load must have sent my dad over the edge because he pushed deeper into me than he had before, and as his whole body shook, he let out a primal moan that they probably heard a mile away as his balls unleashed the floodgates and he seeded my hole with his cum. As he continued pumping his load into me, Mr. Peterson and Uncle Mike both erupted at the same time, drenching my face with their warm loads, sending several streams directly into my eager open mouth. The combination of the taste of three loads in my mouth and my dad's cock spewing the seed that made me deep into my ass caused my dick to erupt for the second time. This time, I sent at least two large volleys that hit my face and open mouth, adding to the collection of cum from the other guys. The rest of my load landed on chest and stomach. My dad reached down and wrapped his hand around my dick, squeezing more cum from the tip onto his fingers. He lifted them up and licked them off, smiling at the taste of it. His dick was still rock hard and deep inside me, and I never wanted to let it go. His muscular sweaty chest still heaving from the intense orgasm, he leaned down, his eyes meeting mine, and he kissed me passionately. He licked up some of the cum from the side of my face and continued kissing me, the cum cocktail filling our mouths. We eventually parted, and he slid his amazing dick out of me. He must have shot a gallon of cum into me, because I could still feel it filling my hole. He collapsed on the bed beside me, his muscular arms behind his head as he looked over at me. "That was amazing, son. I love you," he said. "To be honest, dad. I'd been fantasizing about you fucking me for a long time, and that was even hotter than I ever imagined." He smiled, "Me too, son. I couldn't stop thinking about it after I saw you on the app." I sat up on the side of the bed, gaining my composure, cum still dripping from my face. I stood up, looking for the bathroom. Uncle Mike guided me, his firm hand planted on my ass. When we got into the bathroom, he turned me around, leaning against the sink. "Proud of you, little stud," he said. He leaned forward and pulled me into him, kissing me as the cum on my face continued to drip down onto our lips, the taste and smell of the men filling our senses. "Now, go shower off. You can't show up at home drenched in all of our loads," he said, smacking me on the ass and then leaving to head back into the other room. I showered off, rinsing the cum and sex off of my body. I got hard a couple times replaying in my mind what had just happened. I dried off and walked back naked into the room, where only my dad remained, shirtless, wearing just jeans and a cigar hanging out of his mouth. He was so hot and manly, I wanted to drop down and suck his dick right there. "You better get home. Your mother's gonna wonder where you are. I'm gonna go get a drink with the guys." "Um, ok, dad." "What, son?" "I, just. I, um, wanted to hang out with you more, like, naked." My dad grinned and walked over toward me, pulling me into a firm embrace, my naked body pressed against his, his hand sliding down to pat my bare ass that he had just destroyed with his buddies. "Son, I'd say you taking four guys' loads is enough for one night. And what we shared tonight was very special, just between you and I, father and son, ok?" I nodded, inhaling his scent as my face was pressed against his muscular chest, my own hands wandering down to his ass, filling out his tight jeans. "But, can we do it again?" "Do you want to?" "Yes, a lot," I replied. "Well, so do I. And I can certainly tell the guys couldn't get enough of you." I leaned back, and smiled, enjoying the compliment and hearing that there will be more. "Now get dressed and get back home," he said, leaning in for one final kiss, with tongue, causing me to get hard again. He noticed and grinned. "Well, you are my son," he joked, giving my dick a quick squeeze before I got dressed and headed home, dizzy with the thought of what would be next with my dad and his buddies. To be continued.....