Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2018 20:40:39 +0000
From: Clark Wayne <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Troy Boy

Troy-Boy

by Clark Wayne
NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS FOR ADULTS ONLY. It is gay erotic fiction
explicitly depicting sexual acts between male relatives.

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TROY BOY

Dad texts me these selfies all the time. It's hard to concentrate when he
does this. I'm about an hour away from home at college, stressed out and
horny. He knows he's distracting but he does it anyway. I mean, look at the
man. Handsome, almost 50 years and he's got the body of someone in their
30's.

Don't get me wrong. I'm horny but not dead. I'm getting cock left and
right, on and off campus. I like older guys, probably because of dad. He's
ruined me for any younger guys. Not that I haven't banged a few dudes my
age but I get the most satisfaction from older, more experienced men. I've
been messing around with guys since I was 13 years old. Just little stuff
with friends like jacking off, blow jobs, kissing. I fucking love
kissing. Gradually I got into fucking. Dudes always wanted me to fuck them
because I was always a bigger, muscular guy but when I discovered
bottoming... fuck, I was fucking hooked.

Take Professor Stewart for instance. He's my psych prof and damn, is this
guy hot. Early 40's, 6 foot, handsome, touch of gray in his dark
hair. Lean runner's body but still muscular and ripped. Long story short,
after the first day of class, flirting with our eyes from across the
lecture hall, I knew this class was going to be an easy A. So, for the past
year, we've been boning off and on, here and there, mostly in my dorm room
or he gets a hotel room. He's married with 3 kids so his place is basically
out of the question.

He likes to top me because I'm twice his size, 6'4, 210 lbs. of
muscle, amazing athlete and I look like my dad so yeah, I'm handsome. He
likes topping me because I don't look like the type who would be into
dudes. A dude like me, coming into class, sitting in the front row, ball
cap, snug t-shirt and tight jeans to show off my thick round bubble-butt,
(Thank you dad for making me do squats in the basement gym) trust me you
wouldn't look at me and think, "that guy likes to get fucked in the ass." I
got a nice deep voice too so when he's railing on me, it turns him on to
hear my low grunts and groans.

There are other men that I regularly fuck around with, usually married
guys, all different ages but I do have standards. The guy must be hot,
athletic and good-looking.  The married or bi dudes gravitate towards me so
getting dick and ass isn't a problem. But I digress.

Dad set the bar high so finding someone that rivals him is tough. I mean, I
need to have a guy who's not afraid to assert some authority and muster
some muscle to handle my big, athlete's body. It's hard to throw around a
dude my size when I'm getting dicked so I need a certain kind of man.

Dad is that man. I've always been attracted to him since I was younger. I
hero-worshipped him. He taught me how to play football and baseball. He
taught me how to workout and build my body. It was hard not to worship a
man like him. He set a great example for me, eat right, workout, build a
powerful body and you can look good at any age.

I remember when it started. One night we were at home in the basement
watching Netflix. Just me and him. Mom and my brothers were gone that
night; I don't remember where and I don't care. My dad and I are close,
like brothers. He was a touchy-feely guy, very affectionate for such an
imposing, intimidating dude. Always a hug, fist-bump, rubbing my shoulders
or always complimenting me on my build and how it was growing and looking
good. He wasn't afraid to give me a peck on the cheek and tell me he loved
me before bed or before leaving for work in the mornings. He did that to my
mom and my brothers too. The best was snuggling up to him on the
couch. Been doing it since I was a little kid. It made me feel safe and
secure. His big arms wrapped around me.

Like I said, watching Netflix with my dad. I was a senior in high
school. Downloaded a movie and sat down next to him on the couch. He
wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in so I could rest my head
on his big shoulder. This was common for us so it was something I was used
to, didn't think much of it. But it was tough as I was getting older. I
could smell his cologne or just his masculine musk, his masculine energy,
his warm body. It started to affect me.

His arm was around my shoulder and his hand slowly massaged my shoulder,
then stroked my bicep.

"Damn, Troy Boy." His nick name for me. "You're just getting so solid, I'm
so proud of my baby-boy. You're disciplined. Not like your brothers. You're
going to be amazing playing ball next year in college." he said as he gave
my bicep a light pat.

"Dude, you see me every day. You just now noticing?" I said staring at the
TV.

"I don't realize it because I DO see you all the time. But right now, I can
really see it. You feel like a rock, solid for a kid your age. Pretty soon
I won't be able to put my arm around you." He chuckled while squeezing me
harder.

"We'll figure something out, big guy." My nick name for him.

He hugged me tight again and tilted his head down and kissed me on the top
of my head. "Yeah, we will. Proud of you. Love ya, Troy Boy."

"Love you too dad," I replied. I sighed as I burrowed my head more into his
shoulder.

He continued to lightly stroke my shoulder while we watched the movie. He
occasionally squeezed my upper arm as if admiring my size and cut.



The room was pitch black except for the glow of the flat-screen TV. I
thought how odd we must look. Two bigger muscular guys snuggling on the
couch. I wasn't big on talking that much, the silent type. Made me seem
intimidating. When I did, I was a shit-talking, typical uber-masculine jock
who likes to hang out with my buds, sneak some beers. Grades were ok but I
prefer being on the field. I feel most at home while playing sports. But
with dad, I was just a big teddy bear. My 6'4, 210-pound football player
body curled up in a fetal position, head resting on my old man's shoulder,
his body almost identical to my own. Quite the bromance. That's a lot of
bulk to take up only half a couch.

The movie we were watching had a couple of gay characters. Two hot gay
guys, built, athletic and hot as fuck, each closeted, one was
married. There came a scene with heavy flirting, lingering looks and then a
kiss.

That kiss was the hottest. I had sneaked some gay porn but this, this was
something different. My heart started racing and, of course, I got a
boner. I was sprawled out on the couch, lying sideways, resting on dad. I
absent-mindedly lowered my free hand to my crotch and pressed down on my
cock through my shorts.

The scene became more heated and soon that kiss turned into heavy making
out. That turned into clothes coming off and then sex. It was a movie so
the sex was simulated but I just know it was hard and rough. The look of
pain and pleasure on their faces, especially the bottom, was
intoxicating. As the scene progressed my dad's pull became tighter and
tighter. His hand was running up and down my tricep, stopping to squeeze it
occasionally. I took my hand off my dick and reached around in front of me
and wrapped my opposite side arm around my father's waist, twisting my
upper-body, turning me into him. We both grew closer and closer as we
watched. It was a short scene but damn, was it amazing.

Dad cleared his throat, sounding uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I didn't know there would be gay guys getting it on in this movie,"
Dad chucked.

I smirked as I continued watching the move. "No big deal," I mumbled."

If he only knew I was well versed in "guys getting it on."

"Well, ok then," he laughed. "Forget your generation is so `open minded,'
he added sarcastically. "Gay stuff and all that."

"Yeah. There's gay kids at school. Got gay friends. I don't give a shit. If
they like fucking other dudes, who am I to judge."

"Can you at least try not to swear around me?" He laughed. Obviously,
sarcastic. Dad is a very sarcastic person. His grip on me loosened a
bit. "Well, that's good to hear. It's good to be open minded."

I lowered my gaze to see Dad was getting a little boned in his shorts. I
was surprised but at the same time, excited. I mean, we had just watched a
couple of hot dudes get it on and we're both sprouting bone. I wasn't sure
how to proceed. Was it the movie that made him bone up? I don't know what
else it could be. Could it be me? Stroking my bicep? Complimenting my body?
I guess I could see where this was going. I was unsure but also curious
about him. I became nervous, my heart racing,

"My generation is less uptight. Seeing two guys kissing just isn't
important anymore. Besides, you don't have to be gay to kiss a dude. Guys
do it all the time, straight guys do it, just in fun but still they do
it. It's seen as bonding, I guess."

"Straight guys kissing?" His voice was quiet; like he couldn't tell if I
was joking. He quietly chuckled again and then a minute of silence.

"Can I ask you a question? It's ok, be perfectly honest."

"Yeah, big guy. Shoot," I said with a smile.

"Have YOU ever...ya know, kissed a guy?" He said it almost as if he were
scared to hear the answer.

Shit, this is happening. What do I say? I started to sweat. Do I come out?
Do I just play stupid and tell him it's just guys being guys, the comradery
of it all?

I was silent which is telling. Well, I won't be able to hide it
forever. Fuck it. Rip off the band-aid.

"Yeah, sure." I say try to say nonchalantly as possible.

He rested his chin on my head. Probably no longer looking in the direction
of the TV.

"You have?"

"Yeah. No big deal, big guy."

"Who?" He sounded shocked but my silence before I answered surely gave him
his answer.

I tilted my head up to him, cocky smile on my face. "What does it matter?"
I was amused that I may have shocked my dad while sounding like it was the
most normal thing in the world. And I did it with a devious smile like he
should congratulate me on fucking other dudes.

"It doesn't. Just curious."

I released a deep sigh, acting like I was bored and this was the most
natural conversation to have with my dad.

"Let's see." I lay raise my free hand up. I started with my index finger,
and started counting off as I recalled every guy I've kissed.

"I made out once with a buddy from the team. Made out with a buddy from
baseball. There was that guy at that keg party a few months ago. The guy
from the gym. There's more but I don't remember." I was so calm and talking
as if my list were just throw-away comments. Like I was tired of
bragging. This was fun. I could feel my dad's heart beat picking up speed.

Dad was quiet for a couple of minutes. He cleared his throat every so
often. Nervous. I snuggled in and acted like I was watching the movie but I
had turned my eyes down to his crotch. His cock was now inflated. It was
pressed against his muscular thigh, the head pointing down his leg. It was
huge. Like he was hiding a fucking bratwurst in his pocket. I decided to
break the silence. He can't be pissed. He's rock hard.

"You asked." I said, shrugging matter-of-factly.

"I know. I guess I wasn't prepared for so..."

"So many dudes?" I said, interrupted him.

"Well, yeah. I just thought maybe you would say one, maybe two. A drunken
lapse in judgement?"

I patted his chest and laughed.

"Ah...no, dad. Those dudes were hot and they thought I was. Mutual
admiration and shit. Who cares."

"You...you think dudes are hot?" He asked nervously.

"Dad. You're so naive. Guys can admit now that other guys are attractive."
Fuck, my dick was so hard.

"I know but I'm just surprise that's all."

"What that a big stud finds guys attractive?" I asked with a condescending
guffaw at the end of my reply. Like there was something wrong with HIM.

He laughed, "Yeah, you big dope. How would anyone ever think you were...you
know...into guys."

"Personally, I think everyone is bi to a certain extent. I mean, why limit
your options. I say never go home alone on a Saturday night." I
said. Cocky.

"Well, I guess that's one way to think of it." He started to stroke the top
of my head with one finger. Twirling it through my thick wavy brown hair.

"Don't freak out, big guy. Everyone does it now. It's becoming socially
acceptable. Nothing has changed since you were growing up. Just no one ever
talked about it.

 "Huh," he grunted. "Good point."

"Look at us. Two guys, snuggling up, spending quality time
together. Bonding. I've done this with a guy before. It's nice, warm."

Now dad began to run more fingers through my hair. I looked up at him. He
was so fucking handsome. Square jaw, blue eyes, a hint of stubble, thick
neck.

"You know all my friends think you're a DILF."

"I know what that means and yes, girlfriends have good taste." He said with
pride.

"Who said anything about just girls?" I smirked.

"Wait. What?" He asked, intrigued. "You're telling me your guy friends
think I'm hot?"

"Dad, look at you. You could turn a straight man gay. I know they all envy
you. They think you're a stud. A few said you could turn them gay." I gave
him a "good job" punch to his shoulder.

He laughed again. "Like who?"

"I'm not telling you!" I punched him again.

"Come on. It's not like I'm going to tell them I know."

I decided to fuck with his head. Get him worked up.

"I don't know, dad. When you find out you'll be surprised. You might find
yourself a little turned on. He could turn a straight guy too." I teased. I
could tell his ego was being inflated.

"Whatever. Tell me."

"Jeez, ok," I sounded like I was giving in. "Brian Simpson."

Dad tightened his abs. He gripped my hair a bit.

"Brian Simpson?! Brian Simpson thinks I'm hot?" He asked with doubt in his
voice.

Now, Brian Simpson was a fucking Adonis. Tall, blondish brown hair, tan and
what a fucking body that kid has. He's been fucking the crap out of me for
the past year which surprised me when he admitted he'd like to "ride your
dad's cock for days."

I laughed again. "He joked that if you could get him pregnant he would be
honored. Talks about you all the time. Said he wouldn't mind taking a ride
on the DILF train."

"Well, ok then. That's...detailed. So, you don't have to tell me but has he
taken a ride on the Troy-Boy train?"

Now was the moment of truth. He obviously didn't care whether I did or
not. I just know that his cock was no thick, engorged and there was a small
wet spot on his shorts where is cock-head was underneath.

"Would it matter if he had?" I began to slowly stroke his left pec,
touching his erect nipple.

"Uh...No. You know I love you. I'd love you no matter who you were messing
around with."

"Then, yes." Suddenly he lost his breath, his eyes closed for a second. He
let out a heavy sigh and his muscles tensed.

Now, I was just being devious. With that last sigh, I knew what he was
picturing it in his head. Me mounting Brian's thick muscular ass. Me
holding down my buddy as I plummeted into his baseball player ass. That's
what HE was picturing. Me on the other hand was my buddy plummeting into my
ass. Like he's done a dozen times. Time for shock number two.

"But he didn't take a ride on Troy-Boy. I took a ride on him."

His breathing became heavy. His heart was racing. I could feel the thumping
against his muscular chest. I could feel his body shake. He was quiet and
he reached down and pressed down on his thick cock. He must have been in at
least a little pain. It was rock hard, pointing down. I bet he was itching
to take that monster out of its cage.

"So, my son likes to get fucked. You're just full of surprises tonight."

"Yeah. No biggie. What else do you wanna know?" I just wanted to feel him
squirm more.

Now, he was rubbing his cock.

"I wouldn't know where to start or if I want to know."

"You're hopeless," I laughed. I couldn't help myself. I thought I would add
fuel to the fire.

"Ok, I'll just tell you. I suck dick, I like to get fucked, I like to make
out, I like my ass eaten, I like to fuck too but I'd rather bottom. The
dude must be hot, muscular, athletic,cute. I prefer older men but..."

He interrupted me. "Wait, you like older men?"

"Well, yeah. They're more experienced and I'm like candy to them. Can't
keep their hands off me."

"How old?" He asked slightly concerned. Maybe he thought I was being taken
advantage of.

"I dunno. The oldest I've been with is like, your age."

"What...when...who?" He stuttered all over himself.

"Dude, I'm not telling you. One guy is married with kids."

"Shit, you're letting married guys fuck you?"

"Hell, yeah I am. But just the hot ones, remember."

"Oh, of course, only hot ones," he answered sarcastically.

I squeezed his waist. I smiled. "Don't worry, Big Guy. You're still the
hottest DILF I know," I teased as I patted his chest again, reassuring him
of something he didn't have to be reassured about.

He was quiet. I lay my head back down on his chest. His hand now rubbing my
back, stopping over the prominent muscles that stuck out. His other arm
reached around and he began to pet my thick pec.

"And you're still the hottest SILF I know," he said boldly with slight
teasing.

I grazed my hand over his enlarged bulge in his pants. I did it again and
lingered on it.

"Son I'd Like to Fuck?" I said almost in a whisper.

I gently squeezed his cock.

"Oh!" He said with a jerk as his muscles tensed.

I looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Love you,
Troy,"

I kissed his cheek. "Love you too, dad."

We stopped, the world stopped. We stared at each other. The TV lit up his
face and his eyes bore into me. He slowly lowered his head down and I
raised my head up and our lips touched. I thought I would cum in my shorts.

We separated. Stared at each other. Each one of us looking for acceptance
in the other. Then without thinking, without warning, we crushed our mouths
together. I sucked on his tongue while he devoured mine. His hands traveled
over my body, gripping and squeezing. My hands were busy undoing his
shorts. I unbuttoned them, ripped down the zipper, pushed down the waist
band of his Underarmour briefs, grasped the monster and I slammed my head
down on his cock.

"OH MY GOD!" My dad bellowed. "OH FUCK!"

I went to town on that baby-maker. I bobbed my head up and down on that
beautiful cock, sucking and slurping, licking, skinning it with my
fist. His hands came down on my head and he gripped a fist full of hair. At
first he was just guiding my head but then his breathing became heavier,
his moans became longer and his grip became tighter on my head and he
slammed my head down harder, deeper on his cock. My head was pushed down
until my lips were at his root. I started to gag but I didn't care. Neither
did he. He pulled my head up, I took some air and he slammed it back down
again. He held my head down, his cock speared into my throat as he ground
my head into his cock harder and harder. He held me there. I was gagging. I
couldn't breathe. I started to panic. I grabbed his hand that was on my
head.

"Breathe through your nose!" Dad hissed. I pushed down on his body to try
to pull myself up off his dick.

"Oh no you don't, Troy-Boy. Get down there. Breathe through your fucking
nose." He pulled my head up slightly and slammed it down again and held
it. I let his cock down my throat. I tightened my throat, massaged it. He
bellowed out again.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!"

I realized I had to do what he said. I started breathing through my nose. I
was bent over his muscular body, head in his lap, my hands pressing into
his body, begging for a little mercy. I was pissed yet turned on at the
same time.

His other hand slid down my back to my ass. He slapped my ass hard. SMACK!
I grunted. SMACK! I groaned on his dick, half pain, half pleasure. Brian
liked to smack my ass too. It turned me on so much. He low thick voice
taunting me. His big jock buddy, fagging out on him.

I could feel dad's warm hand move into the back of my shorts and down to
the cleft in my bubble-butt. I continued to deep-throat him as he traced
around my hole with his thick finger. He released my head and I came up for
air. My eyes crying tears streaming from my sockets, face flushed red, hair
mussed.

"Fuck, dad!" I said hoarsely, slightly pissed.

"Shhhh!" He put a finger to my lips, traced my lower lip then pushed the
finger into my mouth. I stared at him, he stared back at me as I sucked on
his finger. He removed the wet finger and it found my hole and pushed
inside. My eyes closed. I grunted in pain. I could feel the tip of his
thick finger break through my tight hole. He removed it from my ass and
returned it to my mouth. He slowly inserted two fingers in and swished
around inside my mouth, removed them and forced them into my ass a little
farther. I closed my eyes as they found my nut and I moaned. I spread my
muscular legs. He slapped my ass with one hand and continued to finger my
hole with the other. He began to finger-bang my smooth muscle hole as I lay
there, head in his lap. He finger-banged me like I was some slutty
chic. Brian loved to do the same as I sucked his cock. He says he loves to
see me slut out like a bitch.

He slid his fingers from my hole. "Get up. Get out of those shorts."

I shot up, tore off my shorts and t-shirt, he did the same with his. I
stood above him. My muscular smooth body silhouetted by the light from the
TV. He looked up at me like I was a god. Like he had hit the jack-pot. The
curves and crevice of my jock muscles, he was almost slobbering over
himself.

I approached him, straddled his legs and climbed onto the couch. My knees
on either side of his thick smooth muscular thighs, I sat down and nestled
his cock in the cleft of my ass. I leaned forward and we kissed again. This
time sensual and romantic. My hands on his boulder-like shoulders and his
hands on my small waist. We released and stared at each other again. His
eyes boring into mine.

I reached behind me and took his spit-soaked cock, aimed it up and used my
hole to find the tip. Once it touched I slowly eased it in my tight hole
and I slowly descended on to his dick. We both moaned loudly. My eyes
closed, head tilted to the ceiling as I sank down all the way to the root,
filling my fuck-hole with cock. He softly punched me in the chest,
grabbing, clenching my full pecs with clenched fists and groaned and
moaned. His mouth wide open. His "oh-face" was so hot.

He grabbed onto my pecs as I raised myself up and then slid back down
eventually working my way into a steady rhythm as I posted myself faster
and faster, harder and harder onto his meat, hitting my nut and making my
cock leak. I've never been so hard in my life and my hard cock bobbed up
and down slapping against my abs.

I put my hands around his neck for stability as I continued to pound my
hole with his cock. His hands moved to my waist again and they slid around
until he was holding me tight. I looked down on him and he still hadn't
taken his eyes off mine. I leaned down and kissed him.

While in a tight lip-lock, I felt his grip around my waist grow tighter and
before I knew it, he stood up, holding me up, cradling my ass with his
strong hands. This big stud of a man holding a 210 pound muscle boy on his
cock while he jutted his hips up and down bouncing me on his cock while I
hovered in mid-air.

He slowly turned around facing the couch and lowered me down onto my
back. My legs automatically went up into the hair. He grabbed each ankle
and pulled my legs farther apart until my ankles were almost touching the
cushions, spreading me like a wish-bone. Then he broke into high gear and
started to drill my hole, pounding, balls slapping my taint. I was hoarse
already so my yells and screams sounded gravelly. He hovered above me
sweating, dripping onto my body and my face. His face became
stone-like. His expression had gone to a dark place. His forehead clinched,
his eyes red and watery. He was on a mission and he was winning.

He kept my legs out. My ass tilted up. He looked down at me with an evil
smile, clenched white teeth.

"I'm fucking you, Troy-Boy. Fucking you deep."

I whimpered as he long-dicked me.

"Look at you. Getting fucked, legs spread out like a whore. Fucking
stud-bitch, that's what you are? My fucking baby-boy, on his back, legs out
like a bitch, taking cock like a fucking slut. That what you are?"

I was out of breath. I looked up. My legs splayed out to the sides, my ass
filled with cock like it was a pussy. My abs tight and flexed. His abs
tight and flexed. His biceps bulging, flushed red. Veins popping on his
forehead and neck.

"Uh huh." I replied quietly, breathlessly.

"What? What was that? Look at you, Troy-Boy? Look at you giving up your
tight hole like a pussy. What are you?"

I swallowed hard. Until today I thought I was just a dude who liked other
hot dudes to fuck him in the ass. I never realized that I never thought
twice about it when I met up with a guy I thought might want to fuck me. I
just offered it up, no questions asked. Wait, I am a slut. I'm a fucking
slut for cock. I want dudes to use me and use me as a cum-dumpster. It's
all I'm good for. I know what I am now.

"I'm a fucking slut! I'm a fucking whore for cock, dad. I'm a fucking
stud-bitch slut."

Dad grinned a big toothy grin. "Yeah you are, Troy-Boy. My Troy-Boy. My
fucking beautiful Troy-Boy."

He slowed down his pumping. He kissed me.

"Glad you finally realize what you are. Dad's going to be fucking this
sweet ass all the time. Why do you think I made you do all those squats?"
He winked at me.

Something seemed off. This whole time his personality was much more
aggressive than I'd ever seen him. He acted as if this was meant to happen.

He was slowing fucking me now. He brought my legs up and rested them on his
big shoulders. Then it hit me. The snuggling, the gay kiss on TV, the
questioning about my sexuality.

"Dad? Did you plan this?"

He rammed into me hard making me gasp. He did it a few more times like a
lion was playing with his food.

"Did you honestly think that I didn't know Brian Simpson was hot for me?
I've been fucking that bitch for a year now."

The shock on my face must have been funny because he started laughing again
as he slowly fucked me.

"Yeah, you got it. Your boy Brian has been riding this train for a while."
He gently slapped my cheek. "Don't worry Troy-Boy, you're still my favorite
SILF." He taunted again.

His face turned into something different. His eyes bulged and his mouth
fell open as he let forth a loud bellowing scream and released his load
into my ass like a firehose. I could feel his cock pulsing against my
asshole walls. I could feel every single shot of jizz he deposited in my
ass. He collapsed into my chest, breathing hard, sweaty. He raised his head
to look at me and he stretched forward to kiss me. The back of my knees
cradled in elbows. As he stretched forward, my knees where pushed back
against my chest.

"You ok, Baby-Boy?"

Still in shock but at the same time lost in erotic sensation. I went to say
something when suddenly I felt my cock jerk and without touching myself, it
spewed cum between us, coating his abs and mine with sticky jock cum. I
screamed a gravelly squeal.

"Oh fuck!" was all I could say.

"Oh fuck is right, babe," dad giggled as he wiped my sweaty hair from my
forehead. He kissed me again. Huge smile, white and gleaming.

"My big boy is big bottom with a big slutty ass."

"Dad, oh my god." I was out of breath still. "Dad? This was all planned," I
stated.

"Yep, it was. Why do you think I picked that particular movie," he asked
laughing a deviously. "Should have seen your cute face and that stud cock
of yours get hard during that scene. I got you ripe!"

"And Brian? How the fuck?"

"Oh please, that little bitch had been giving my signals left and right. He
made it very clear what he wanted. He just had to get me alone. I had that
jock-butt in the air in minutes and fucked that boy into oblivion."

"So he told you about us."

"Yeah, a few months after you guys started fucking. That's when we hooked
up. He would talk about it while I fucked him. Made me so fucking hard. He
talked about how high and tight your ass was. How smooth and how much you
loved to get fucked. How much you put out like a chic on prom night. How he
wished he could be you because you get to see me every day. He told me flat
on your back, legs spread was your favorite. A lot like a girl if you think
about it. My big jock son, getting fucked like a girl. Do you know how many
loads I've blown waiting for this?"

Dad rocked back and forth as he cock began to inflate inside my ass. I
think he wanted round two.

"All this time that fucker was boing me, you were boing him. And he never
let on that he was fucking around with father and son. Wow. I don't know
whether to mad or turned on."

Dad was fully hard again. He gently pulled out and pushed in.

"Well, was it worth the wait, big guy?" I asked between heavy signs.

"Oh, you bet, Troy-Boy. Dad's got two big, muscular slut-boys!" He kissed
me. "I think you should call Brian."

"To tell him about this? You're a kinky freak, dad."

"No, to tell him to get his ass over here so I can get you both pregnant."

"WHERE'S MY PHONE?!"



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