Date: Tue, 6 Oct 2020 04:17:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Dave Ledge Subject: Alyssa, Dad, and Me I walked into the bar and stopped short. I heard the familiar braying laugh I had heard every day of my life. I hated that sound as much as I hated anything. It was my Dad's laugh. He was in my fuckin' bar. This bar was off limits to him. It was my place and not his. I almost turned around and walked out. But I was wanting to relax in my place. Alyssa, my bitch girl friend, had told me she was on the "rag" again. Yeah, for the second time in a month? Anatomically impossible. She was such a bitch. She complained; she ragged. She whined. But damn she was hot when she felt like it. She could milk the sperm out of a dead man. I didn't like her, but my cock got so hard every time she let me know she wanted to be fucked. And since I didn't like her I gave her a rough time, and fucked her brains out every time. Of course, the bitch loved it. So what was my asshole Dad doing in MY bar? I have hated him for a long time. He drove my Mom away. He was always after young women. Mom finally left him a few years ago. He always was unfaithful. Unfortunately she left me with him, too. She said she loved me but she couldn't stand to look at me since I looked like him and she figured I could take better care of him than she could. What did that mean? And of course, when he realized he was stuck with me, he took one extra look at me then and left me to hang out on my own. He was never a real Dad. I finally realized he looked at me as a kind of younger rival and never a real son. I guess the advantage from this shit was that I grew up fast and hard. I'm now on my own. I have my own place and a decent job. I have left my Dad in the dust. I'm in my early twenties. Dad must be late 40s. Of course, he is still very good looking. Why is God so unfair? With all of Dad's sins he should be fat and look like a toad. He acts like a butt ugly toad. He should look like one, too. Instead he looks like my older brother. No grey or white in his dark hair. Still in shape body, too. Our society must be so sick to allow someone like him to prosper by doing only what he wants and fucking everyone else over, including his family. Yeah, now you know why I wanted to turn around and leave. Instead I refused to let him force me out of my bar. I went to the bar. I ordered a double Scotch on the rocks. I tried to drink it slowly. Didn't succeed. I heard his braying laugh. Tried to ignore it. And then I heard another laugh I never thought to hear here. It was Alyssa's wicked chortle. She only chortled when she was hot to get fucked. No. She wasn't here. She was on the rag at home in pain, right? I started to guess what was developing. Nope. Not. No way. I ordered another double Scotch. The Scotch couldn't mask their sounds though. I heard Dad and Alyssa both. I heard the bray and the chortle. Finally time to face them both. I turned around and finally found them in the back. They were both together. They were playing "kissy-face". They were deeply in each other's hold. They had their bodies entwined as much as they could clothed in a public place. Their faces were so emmeshed that I couldn't distinguish one from the other. I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that dozens of thoughts went through my mind at that point. I knew the smart thing to do would be to drink my Scotch, put my glass down, and go home to my apartment and never contact either one of them ever again. Well, I'm in my twenties. I've been cuckolded, I guess. My rage at them both knew no bounds. I approached their table. They both looked up at me as soon as I approached them. It was as if they were waiting for me. So, this was a set up. They wanted me to pitch a fit. They wanted me to yell and get violent. Did both of them want the violence? What did they really want from me? I looked at them both for a minute before speaking. "You, bitch!" I said to Alyssa, "You're gone. I'll never see you again." She started to complain and said she was with my Dad to get me hot. Ignored that. Worst mistake she could have ever made. "And you, bastard" I said to my "Dad". If you're not at my place in an hour to get beat up for this, you're dead to me, too." I turned around and walked out. At that moment I didn't care if I ever saw either one of them ever again. I went home and waited. To my surprise I heard the doorbell about an hour later. It was my Dad. He swaggered in. He still was well dressed. I couldn't tell if he had fucked Alyssa or not. I didn't care anymore anyway. He sneered at me and gave his braying laugh. "So, why am I here?" he asked. "You're here to get beat up like you should have been a long time ago." "What, are you jealous of me and big cock and that I snaked your girlfriend?" "No, I'm angry at how stupid, self-centered, and a prick you are. You're the worst asshole I've ever met in my entire life." At that I punched him in the face! I don't think I've ever seen him so surprised. He didn't think I'd hit him? He recovered quickly and hit me back. The fight was on! We traded punches at first but that quickly degenerated into a brawl. Soon we were rolling around on the carpet, grabbing at each other and trying to get free and hit each other as hard as we could. I took pleasure at pulling his perfect hair from time to time, making him yell out in pain. He kneed me in the balls in response and I kneed him right back, making us both yell out! We were both calling each other names. Asshole, fucker, shit, pussy, etc. The list went on and on whenever we had enough breath to talk. We both landed some real blows, but not a lot of real damage. We were too tightly entwined to have room to deliver hard hits. But our multiple smaller hits were having an effect. Our breathing was getting raspier all the time. We both still had on our club clothes, but our shirts had come untucked and our hair was wild and our faces red and sweaty. I tried to grab him and pull him away from me so I had room to hit him harder. I wound up grabbing his black and red striped shirt and tore it! He yelled, inarticulately, in surprise and grabbed my shirt and tore it! Damn. That was my favorite light blue shirt! I tore more of his shirt and he responded by tearing mine. Soon we were frenziedly attacking each other's clothing. Didn't take long until our shirts were in tatters, hanging off our muscled chests. He didn't stop there. Oh no. He grabbed at my pants and started tearing them off, too! I grabbed his and round two of the rip and strip started. This took a lot longer. I kept hitting him and he hit me while we both tore at each other. I could feel my body was in pain but figured I hurt him worse than he hurt me. Our now naked chests slid against each other's as we kept trying to strip the other. My nipples were inflamed from the constant contact with Dad's chest and the tatters of his shirt and mine. I'm sure I was red all over from the fight. Knew I was a ball of sweat, too. I finally tore the last of his pants. He was stripped down to his black bikini briefs. He responded by exposing my light blue briefs. He released me then and rolled away. He stood up and backed away. While looking at me the whole time, he stripped away the tatters of his shirt and pants, removed his shoes and socks. He faced me in his obscenely tented out black bikini briefs. In fact, his big cock head was already exposed. He was hard as a rock from our fight! I looked down quickly at my crotch. Damn, so was I! I hadn't even realized. "OK, son," he said. "Let's finish this. Cockfight. Loser is first to go soft or cum. My big man cock will finish you off, NOW!" With that he stripped off his briefs, exposing his big, hard, cock! I have to admit he was impressive, naked and hard. 6 feet, handsome, hairy chest, with dark hair, tightly muscled, with a big dick sticking straight out in front of him. I finally saw what the legion of bimbos had seen in him. I got up slowly and shrugged my shirt off and then stripped to my briefs. Looking him in the eye, I stripped those off, too, and faced him. What did he see? I was a bit taller than him, just as tightly muscled, with lighter hair on my chest and head. And my cock was every bit a match for his. For the first time ever, I could see an expression of approval on his face when looking at me. Fuckin' asshole. Every ounce of my anger returned. I had to fight him and strip for him to approve of me? How fucked up was that? I rushed him and the cockfight was on! We both fell naked onto the carpet, grabbing each other's hands so that we could avoid getting jacked off by the other. However this didn't stop us from stabbing each other's cock with our own, humping our sweaty naked bodies together, rolling over and over, trying to get an advantage where we could rub the other man's cock and make him cum. This was every bit as intense as the first part of our fight. I just wanted to beat him so badly and make him suffer. I slammed my body against his at every opportunity. We still held each other's hands so I couldn't punch him again. I could feel his hard cock against mine. I had hoped to slam it hard enough to make it go soft so I could win. No such luck. It felt just as hard as mine. He was grinding his strong body against mine. He was trying to spear my cock with his... I could feel... He rubbed his chest hair and hard nipples against mine. What was he trying to do, turn me on? Suddenly he thrust his tongue into my open, gasping, mouth! I gasped even stronger with shock. He continued to try to ride me and dominate me while sticking his tongue in me, too! I fought back even harder and decided to fight his tongue with mine. I finally managed to get him down on his back. I fought him with my cock, my crotch, my nipples, and my tongue. I could feel him shudder as I finally speared his cock with mine and was able to rub it mercilessly. He bucked up under me as hard as I could, but I kept on top, moving just enough to stay there. He suddenly realized that his bucking was making him harder as he rubbed his naked body against mine. He suddenly went limp. But I took over then and kept after him. I rubbed every inch of his body with mine. I kept attacking his tongue with mine, his chest with mine, his cock with mine. He started to writhe beneath me, out of control, lost in lust and desire. He started to arch up beneath me. I kept on top and rode him, harder and harder. His gasps turned to ragged moans. I had him now! Slowly, oh so slowly, I felt his body get even tenser. I could tell he was trying as hard as possible to stop what was now inevitable. My rubbing, kissing, and dominating him was doing it for him. He tried one last time to get away from me. No way! His struggles only made his cock rub harder against mine. I finally let his mouth go and watched his eyes glaze over in his handsome face. He was bucking up against me again, but now he was trying to maximize our contact to make his imminent explosion even harder. He was moaning incoherently. He thrust and thrust obscenely pushing up his hard, sweaty, naked, Dad body against his Son's. I slammed him in return, keeping him down, giving him no relief from me. Finally he broke! "Oh fuck" he screamed! I could feel what felt like gallons of cum come out of his big cock and soak us both! He finally stopped cumming and went totally limp. I had won! I had beaten my asshole Dad! Slowly I released him and got to my knees. I leaned over him and looked down at him. He looked so fucking satisfied and happy. And fuck was he good-looking, even sweaty, disheveled, and soaked in cum. Pissed me off once again. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to jack off. In just seconds I knew I was going to cum! With a big scream I erupted! I came on his face! I wanted to coat his face in my cum and wipe that shit-eating grin off his face! I came and came and came!!! His face was white and soaked in my cum. He didn't move but just took it all. He still had a smile on his face. Fuck that! I reached down and jerked his mouth open and thrust my cock in his mouth. "Clean that off, boy!" I yelled at him. To my complete surprise, he did just that! He used his tongue to clean off my cock and then started to suck it! Fuck, was he good and did that feel good! No, no, noooo! I yanked my cock out of his hot mouth. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. I spanked his tight little butt (where did that come from?). I tossed him his bikini briefs and said, "Get out, now." He looked like a hurt little boy. "But don't you want me to make you feel good? Don't you want to fuck Alyssa with me? All she wanted was for us to double fuck her." My cock twitched at images of him sucking me deeply and both of us taking turns banging Alyssa into uncontrollable waves of orgasm. He was so fucking hot, standing there with his little boy look of bewilderment while still a very beautiful man in all ways physically. I suddenly started to understand what Mom meant when she said I could take better care of him than she could. "Get out", I repeated. I could see him almost start to cry. I finally softened. "But give me a couple of days. Maybe you can come back, and maybe with that slut, too." His sudden smile illuminated the whole room. "Go", I said. He nodded in agreement and put on his briefs, gathered up the remains of the rest of his clothing and shoes and socks, and started for the door. He turned around once to stare at me, admiring my naked body and still hard cock. He turned back and wagged his small, black-clad butt at me and left. I ran to the door and double locked it. I then released a pent up breath I didn't even know I had. I looked down. My cock was still totally hard. Damn that man anyway. I had just won and beaten him but I think he won, too. I wanted him sexually again. I wanted to beat him again and dominate him. I wanted to make him my bitch. I wanted his fucking big Dad cock against mine again. I wanted to make him cry when cumming. I wanted to slam his beautiful face against mine and control him forever. Without touching my cock, it started to erupt again at thoughts of my Dad, naked, under me! Oh yes. This story has just begun!