Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2022 18:06:46 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dad's New Life 3

Dad's New Life 3
by Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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description of sex between men, some of whom are related.


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This chapter is a little different than Parts 1 & 2, and told by a
different character's perspective.



Dad's New Life 3 by Bill Drake



The guy at the check in desk was apologetic. "Sorry... I have you down for
a room with two beds." He looked up from his computer with a half smile. He
was a cute guy though younger than I go for. Shorter, compact muscle,
tanned, brown hair almost blond from the sun. There were a million guys
like this in Palm Spring it seemed.

"We booked it like that," Jordan said with a laugh next to me, leaning his
lithe, almost twinky body against the desk. "We're just friends."

The guy chuckled. "Ha, figures. You here for Daddy Fest?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "We missed last year's but it looked pretty wild."

The man shrugged his shoulders. "It's Palm Springs. I see wild every
day. But let's just say you guys are gonna have a great time."

He went over the few house rules, reminding us that the pool area was
clothing optional and pretty much anything goes. "No hard drugs," he said
sternly. He went over the breakfast times and told us about the spare beach
towels. Then he paused and looked us over a second and added, "You know,
you guys should come on a regular week some time... plenty of hot daddies
around all the time. And, well, I'm pretty sure you two would be popular."

Jordan winked. Even if he went exclusively for men over 40, he could be a
big flirt. "Thanks," he said. "We have been looking forward to this
weekend."

I was thinking maybe the concierge was right, though. Jordan was a party
boy, I was more into the one-on-one chill scene. Nothing more I loved than
conversation with a smart, hot older man. I wasn't dumb: I knew the
difference between a one-time thing and dating. But I actually loved
connecting with men, even in a no-strings situation. It was kind of my
thing.

Jordan thought I was crazy. He was 24 like me and enjoying being a young
man in DC. I don't know if it was fair to call Jordan a slut, but the guy
loved sex and had been making the most of his desirability. I didn't
care. I could have my fun, too, and in any case, I wasn't the judgmental
type. Jordan and I had hit off my first month in DC, and he was my best
friend. The fact we both went for older guys just gave us something else in
common.

"Holy fuck!" That was my exclamation as we stepped out into the common
area. There was a big pool in the middle and all the rooms and cabins had
an entrance off of it. We were there a day early, at least before the
official kick off, but already there were a couple of dozen guys there. The
majority were total daddy types: smooth or hairy, muscled or beary, DILFy
or ordinary-guy, they were displayed in their swim trunks and speedos. It
was an incredible buffet.

Jordan patted me on the shoulder. "Glad we came Steve?" he said.

I nodded. "Fucking incredible."

My friend chuckled. "Come on, man, let's drop our bags off and hit the
pool."

****

After our flight, the pool water felt great. Jordan had taken advantage of
the clothing optional dress code and was strutting out his lean
creamy-white body to the pool area. I was too shy to ditch the swim trunks,
and probably would stay too shy the whole time. Just not me.

It didn't take us long to make friends. Correction, it didn't take long for
Jordan to make friends. He started chatting to some guys from LA, who
brought us drinks and kind of circled around us. It was a nice change,
being the center of attention. In DC I felt there were two kinds of older
guys: the daddies who weren't into younger guys and the daddies who
pretended not to be into younger guys.

These men weren't pretending. They complimented us, flirted with us, and
gently made fun of me and Jordan. My friend was in his element, tossing
back any taunt with a bitchy barb of his own. I kind of drifted off to the
side and ended up talking with a couple in their early 50s. Good looking
men... not quite West Hollywood types, they seemed like normal gay men with
well-maintained but not perfect bodies. Worked for me. I liked the fact
they were up for conversation in addition to the flirting and heavy eye
contact. They talked about their work - Jack was an entertainment lawyer,
Derek worked in real estate - and I talked about my budding career as a
policy aide in DC. The afternoon sun was getting lower, nearly setting, but
the evening was still early.

I wasn't surprised when Derek placed his arm on his husband's shoulder and
looked at me intently. "Jack and I like to play... any interest, Steve?" he
asked.

"Yeah, maybe," I said. I'd had only one drink but felt a little tipsy from
being around all the hot daddies. "What are you thinking?"

Jack got a sly leer. "We'd love to tag team that hot ass off yours."

I felt this was coming. It came way too often. I sometimes blamed it for my
being single, though there was a lot going on there. "Nah, man, I'm
strictly top."

"Shame," Derek said. "Any way we can persuade you?"

I thought of maybe trying to negotiate something else. Oral, rimming,
whatever. But I knew I had a ton of opportunities here in Palm Springs and
wanted to hold out. I shook my head. "You guys are way hot, but I'm afraid
not."

Now that we'd all laid our cards on the table, there wasn't much more to
say. The vibe had been killed. "Probably time for me to grab some dinner,"
I said. If they'd been serious about pursuing me, they'd have invited me to
join them, but instead we bid goodbye and I waded to the pool's edge.

Jordan was long gone, no doubt hooking up with one of the LA guys. Or
two. Good for him. I quickly rinsed the chlorine off my body in the outdoor
shower and gave one last wistful look over to the pool. The crowd was
thinning out as guys started to get ready for the evening. I hoped the next
days would be just as exciting. I just had to not be paralyzed by the
options. There could be too much of a good thing.

I actually enjoyed exploring the town alone. Walking around, seeing all the
hot men. There was more than one intergenerational couple that passed me,
where the daddy would give me a lustful glance before continuing on with
his younger husband/boyfriend/hookup. It was a nice ego boost.

I grabbed a drink in one restaurant bar, then ate dinner by myself at
another. I made some conversation with guys at the second place, a group of
young guys from New York in for Daddy Fest. We traded notes about which
events we were going to and just shared the excitement of just how many hot
older guys were there.

"This is even better than Fort Lauderdale two years ago," one jocky looking
blond guy said.

One bad thing about being a daddy chaser, though, is that other young guys
see you as competition. Jordan and I got along so well because we went for
different types and because Jordan was a complete bottom.

The New York guys left, and I stayed for another drink. I was still on East
Coast time and it would probably be an early evening for me. I talked a
little bit with the guy sitting next to me. Older guy, friendly and
probably interested, but not my type physically. I was polite and enjoyed
conversing, though, before I finally paid my bill and said good night.

As I went back the resort, I felt I was wasting the evening calling it over
just as things were picking up. But I knew I'd adjust and have more energy
tomorrow. As I walked back into the resort, I saw lights were illuminating
the pool and casting a yellow-aqua light everywhere. As a New England boy,
it felt, I don't know, very California. It was perfect.

There were only two men in the pool, an intergenerational couple, standing
and chatting in the shallow end. Maybe it was the drinks or maybe it was
just the vacation vibe of the place. I decided to be more outgoing.

"Hey," I said. "Great evening, isn't it?"

I expected a friendly reply, but the one I got was friendlier than
expected. "Sure is," the Daddy said. Fuck, he had a deep sexy
voice. Baritone, a little gravely, strong Midwestern accent. "Why don't you
join us, handsome?"

"Yeah?" I asked. I didn't want to intrude but all of a sudden I was getting
a second wind. "I can change into my swimsuit."

"No need on my account," the daddy said. "Jeff here's in his birthday
suit." Indeed in the lit pool I could make out that the older man had some
lycra trunks on, the younger guy was naked, his genitals floating softly in
the water.

"All right," I grinned. I couldn't believe I was stripping nude, but it was
just these two guys. I decided to live a little. I could feel a silent
approval as I slipped down my briefs and let my dick swing out. I'm pretty
well hung and knew my size was a selling point. But this mustached daddy's
gaze made me feel like a real stud. The younger Jeff guy seemed to be
eyeing me up to. It was weird - he wasn't looking at me as competition
exactly, but it wasn't an "I wanna fuck you" look either.

I slid into the water and glided over to the men. Up close I could see Jeff
had a body a lot like mine - muscular but not muscle bound. If I had to use
the gay lingo, I was somewhere on the cusp of "twunk" and "jock." Jeff had
that ex-frat look to him. Probably my age, boy next door looks. Real cute.

The daddy was my type to a fucking T. Muscle daddy, with beefy muscle all
leaned down, big chested, pumped arms. Unlike a lot of guys here, he'd kept
his body hair, at least the fur on his torso, and the silver hairs there
were catching the pool light. His hair on top was even grayer, and the
mustache was just starting to get the telltale salt and pepper of a man in
his 50s. Something about him seemed very familiar.

"I'm Mike," he greeted.

"Oh fuck, I know you," I blurted out. It was BearsFanMike, aka Daddy Mike,
who I'd followed on Instagram over the last few years. I'd jerked off to
his pictures when I was a closeted freshman in college and, well, maybe
from time to time since.

Jeff laughed. "Dad's kind of a celebrity," he chuckled.

It wasn't the first time I'd encountered the idea of daddy-son roleplay and
wasn't surprised to find a couple here at Daddy Fest doing it. But the
choice of "dad" instead of "Daddy" seemed like a stronger word choice, and
something appealingly perverse.

"I feel behind, Handsome," Mike said. "I DON'T know you."

"Steve," I said, offering my hand out for a handshake.

Daddy Mike gave a sly grin. "We're not the handshake type," he said in his
deep sexy voice and scooted up toward me and reached behind my head to pull
me in.

Holy hell, I was getting kissed by my dream daddy. Deep tongue kiss, his
soft bristly mustache against my upper lip. I wish I had a swimsuit on,
cause I was getting a real boner under the water, almost instantly.

"Nice, Handsome," Daddy Mike said with a wink as he stepped back.

Jeff stepped up, his trim muscular body looking good. "Hey," he said,
nervously. I knew why. We were both into daddies, not other young guys. But
it felt right to meet his kiss. Quicker, less deep. But it felt a fitting
part of the threesome dynamic that was quickly forming. His dick wasn't as
hard as mine but his half chubbed meat brushed against my hardon.

"Why don't you sit on the ledge?" Mike urged, a playful lust in his eyes as
he pointed to a spot a few feet down in a shallower section. "I'll suck
your dick."

I don't think I'd realized how the whole long day had given me blue balls
until that moment. I nodded and hoisted myself up on the pool ledge. I
maybe should have been concerned about being out in the open with my
erection, but there was no one else around at the moment, and besides the
policy was "anything goes."

Daddy Mike's eyes went wide. "Holy fuck, Steve, you didn't tell me you had
a fire hose between your legs." His hand reached out and touched my thick
boner, lovingly exploring it as his eyes were riveted to my endowment. I
had a good length but it was fatness that made it seem so formidable. Thick
girth all the way up, and capped off with a foreskin that was loose when I
was soft but snug when hard.

The daddy took a couple more tugs on it then leaned forward and took me in
his mouth.

I let out a hiss and sighed. "Oh fuck," I growled softly as Jeff looked on
in amusement.

"You got a nice dick, man," he said. Like one frat bro to another. This was
wild. Particularly when Daddy Mike started bobbing up and down on me,
surprisingly able to accommodate my size in his warm, snug throat. Even in
my few years of being sexually active, I'd met some hot bottoms and some
talented cocksuckers, yet Daddy Mike was up there at the top in his skill.

Jeff just kind of watched on for a minute. His own dick now was rock
hard. I didn't know what his deal was, but then I noticed him circle behind
Mike, and run his hands up and down the man's strong back.

This was one lucky dude to be able to play with such a hot muscle daddy
regularly. We locked eyes momentarily, sharing this sexual connection, with
Mike the circuit between us. "He's good, right?" Jeff asked.

"Fuck yes," I growled.

Jeff smiled and hooked his fingers in Mike's swim trunks and peeled them
down. Not all the way off, just mid-thigh. He pushed his hardon down
between the hairy buns, lining it up. I couldn't believe this was
happening, but it was. Jeff started pressing inside the hunky man. Daddy
Mike groaned around my cock as his ass got stuffed with young dick.

Jeff wasted no time. He held on to Daddy Mike's hips and fucked fast. Not
furiously but totally claiming that hole. I looked around, nervous. I'm not
an exhibitionist at heart and my apprehension, as well as the drinks I'd
had, kept me from cumming instantly.

The water started splashing as Jeff fucked harder. I gently guided Mike's
head up and down, pushing just a little further onto my cock as we spit
roasted him.

I heard noises. A few guys coming into the courtyard. Giggles, a playful
comment tossed our way. I didn't care any more. They watched for a minute
then went on to their cabins.

"Oh shit!" Jeff cried softly and tossed his head back. His young muscled
body went rigid. I knew Daddy Mike was getting loaded up.

Mike pulled off my dick and licked it with a few lewd swipes of his
tongue. "Your turn Firehose," he grunted and I watched as Jeff came around
and hoisted himself up into my spot. Mike was already licking his nuts and
spent dick as I took rear duty.

That ass was amazing. Big beefy buns, the right amount of hair, perfect
daddy ass. I felt my erect cock was a heat-guided missile as I stepped
forward. That ring was snug but didn't seem to have a hard time taking my
thickness. So I didn't hold back. I fucked Daddy Mike, just like Jeff
had. Maybe harder. I held the man's hips tightly and just went for
it. Those deep grunts just turned me on, and the delayed orgasm caught up
with me.

I didn't say anything, but my breathing grew more labored and my vision
even got a little blurry. I came buckets up the muscle stud. I rode out
that cum and kind of collapsed forward on his back afterward, kissing his
bare muscle softly. I even felt a little embarrassed as I pulled out
finally and stood up.

The man pulled up his trunks. I had no idea if he'd even cum or wanted
to. I'd just used his hole and had the fuck of a lifetime.

"Seems like you needed that, Handsome," Mike winked, then met me for
another kiss. Less greedy this time, softer. Then Jeff came down again and
kissed his partner.

"Yeah," I admitted. "Thanks for letting me join you guys. What a way to
kick off Daddy Fest."

Mike had a kind of dreamy look in his eyes and Jeff placed his hand on the
man's rounded shoulder, almost possessively. "Our pleasure," the younger
guy said. "Maybe we'll see you tomorrow."

I took that as my cue. I got out of the pool, no longer self conscious
about my nakedness, even as a few more guys came in on the way to their
room. I gathered up my clothes and walked to my own room.

Jordan was nowhere to be seen. He'd probably slept over at some other guy's
room. That was cool, though I hoped I wouldn't be abandoned the whole
weekend. Besides, I was eager to tell him I'd tagged BearsFanMike. Jord and
I often shared our favorite daddy crushes and he knew I was into Daddy Mike
big time.

****

When I woke up Jordan was back but sound asleep. It seemed like he had a
great night. I slipped on some shorts, a T-shirt and flip flops and went
out to the breakfast area. I could use some coffee in the worst way.

There were a few men gathered at a couple of the outdoor tables, but I knew
I wasn't in a chatty mood, at least not yet. I got my coffee cup and found
a table. It was great being away from DC, away from the cold weather. But
mostly I was just enjoying that happy feeling after a good lay. I still had
to pinch myself that I'd tagged BearsFanMike. It would be an experience I'd
remember for a long time.

I didn't have to wait long for Jordan to come out. I rag on him sometimes,
but he's an easy friend to travel with. And he's more of a morning person
than I am.

"Hi there, Sunshine," he teased as he plopped into a spare seat at the
table, holding his own coffee in hand, along with a muffin.

"Someone's in a good mood," I replied. "Guess you found a Daddy to punch
your dance card last night."

Jordan gave a playful grin. "More than one, Steve. You know that crowd of
LA daddies? Well, I took on all of them but one. It was hot."

"No shit?" I exclaimed. Jordan and I had shared a lot, but I hadn't heard
of him doing anything so wild.

He laughed, a little embarrassed now. "Yeah, it was majorly slutty, but I
hadn't done anything like that in a while... I guess I got caught up in the
excitement of Daddy Fest."

"You and me both, buddy," I said.

That piqued his interest. "What?... were you a man whore last night?"

I nodded. "Maybe not man whore, but I fucked a guy right there in the
pool. While his boyfriend watched."

That made Jordan laughed. "Jesus, Steve. Look at you." I had a reputation
for being on the shyer side, at least in comparison to Jordan and our
friends. "Was he a hot daddy?"

"That's the kicker, Jord. You know BearsFanMike on Instagram?"

Jordan rolled his eyes. "Know him? Dude, you wouldn't fucking shut up about
him for two years strai... wait, you fucked that guy?"

I nodded. "Dream come true, man." I casually reached down and adjusted my
junk in my shorts. I didn't mean to be lewd, but I was starting to chub
again.

Jordan seemed genuinely happy for me. Daddy Mike wasn't his type exactly,
though if push came to shove my friend would probably hook up with a more
beefy, muscled guy like Mike. "Let's just hope this is the sign of more fun
to come this weekend."

I agreed. "But even if it's not, it was an incredible experience."

****

Jordan and I read a little by the pool after breakfast then spent the late
morning exploring the town, stopping for a leisurely lunch. We did a little
window shopping, but Jordan's eyes were increasingly on the parade of DILFs
around.

"Kid in a candy store, right?" I said to him at one point.

He nodded. "You too?" he asked. We had different types, but there were all
sorts of incredible daddies there.

"Fuck yes." I eyed up one guy who looked like he could be a high school
football coach. He caught me looking and winked but continued walking. God,
my libido was going to be supercharged all weekend for sure. "Wanna go to
that dance thing tonight?" While a lot of the fun of Daddy Fest was just
the guys there, there were some organized events as well.

"Maybe," Jordan said. "But it might be more fun to just enjoy some pool
time at the resort," he said with an impish smile. He'd scored big
yesterday and probably thought he could again.

We made our way back and I put on my swim trunks. Jordan just slung a towel
over his shoulder and stepped into some flip flops. I wished I had his
confidence or lack of hang ups to strut around in the buff.

My towel was still very damp from the night before, so I decided to stop by
the front desk to get a couple of fresh ones. The concierge/check in guy
from yesterday was there and seemed distracted as I walked up to the desk.

"Hey," I asked, "Is there any way we could get a couple of extra pool
towels?"

The guys gave a little nod. "Um... yeah... hold on... uh, fuck..."

Something seemed off. It took me a second than something clicked. I leaned
forward and saw a man was bobbing up and down in the guy's lap. The desk
man was getting head on the job! I was definitely in Palm Springs, I
thought.

"Sorry to bug you man," I winked. "I can check back later." Before I
stepped back though, I recognized the telltale gray-silvery hair and the
burly shoulders. Daddy Mike was working for his afternoon snack.

The desk man just gave me a conspiratorial smile. A kind of "you know how
it is" look, like every day some dude offers to blow you while you're at
work. Hell, maybe for him it was like that.

I was still chuckling to myself when I got out to the pool area. Jordan was
already bobbing in the water and making small talk with some bear-ish
looking guys. The crowd was starting to pick up but it was still low key. I
saw Jeff from the night before on a lounge chair, taking in the sights.

"Hey," I said, stepping up to an empty lounger next to his. "Mind if I join
you?" I wasn't sure of the etiquette. I mean, after you tag team a dude's
partner, are you supposed to be friendly or standoffish? But Jeff seemed
laid back.

"Oh hey," he replied looking up. "Yeah, sure. Dad's blowing the reception
guy, so he might be a while."

God, these guys were one surprise after another. I set my damp towel over
the back and just sat down on the lounger. "It's wild to see how open your
relationship is."

Jeff kind of smiled. "You know... he's not my boyfriend," he explained.

"Oh," I reacted. "Sorry... I just didn't know." I felt dumb, but I was
still trying to process it. "I mean, with the Dad and Son thing, I thought,
maybe you..."

He laughed and turned more toward me. "We don't tell many people, but he's
actually my Dad. My real father."

"Whoa," I said. I still wasn't sure if I believed him, but even if he was
still doing some roleplay thing it was a crazy idea. "No offense, man, but
that's kind of hot," I admitted.

Jeff nodded. "Dude you don't even know. You try living with a guy who takes
your load every day. Particularly when he's your dad."

I kind of leaned forward and pulled the towel over my crotch. I was full on
erect now, and there was no stopping it.

Jeff noticed and nodded out to the mostly naked guys frolicking in the
pool. I saw Jordan was already making out with a toned, handsome
silver-fox. "Those guys aren't gonna care, might as well show what you
got."

I relaxed a little and put the towel back on the chair. "Yeah, I guess," I
chuckled.

"Besides," Jeff said, looking at me through his sunglasses. "You made a
real big impression on Dad. He's been talking about you all morning."

That made my heart pump. "Yeah? I have to admit I'm a big fan of
his. Though somehow I didn't recognize him at first."

Jeff nodded. "Yeah, he has quite the fan following." The guy sat up and
lowered his voice. "Not sure if you're interested man, but Dad's shooting a
video in about a half hour. Just oral, but he'd love for you to be
involved."

"Video?" I wasn't the brightest guy maybe, but I wasn't following.

"Yeah, for his OnlyFans thing. We're doing a few this weekend."

I had no idea that BearsFanMike had an OnlyFans page, but I knew right then
I'd be a subscriber. "So..." I ventured. "You and your dad.... you make
videos together?" It was just so wild and incredible to even imagine.

Jeff shook his head. "I'm just the photographer. I stay out of his Insta
and OnlyFans stuff." He looked around and paused then practically
whispered, "though between you and me, I may have made an appearance as an
anonymous dick in one of the vids."

"Fuck!" I exclaimed with a laugh. These guys were too much. And no way was
my hardon going down anytime soon.

"So... you up for it? There will be about ten guys. Just shot from the
chest down so your face isn't in it."

"I dunno, man," I said, in a tone that was a lot more No than Yes. "I don't
think I can."

"That's cool," Jeff said. "You know, I'm sure Dad would be into some
one-on-one time with you at some point."

"Yeah," I said, excited. "That's more my speed."

As we talked, I saw Daddy Mike walk out. He was wearing a faded, stretched
Bears t-shirt and some khaki shorts. Looking hot as fuck. I'd started
following the man a few years earlier on Instagram, and had watched him
transform. From a regular beefy body to a muscle dad. I liked it all, but
it was hard not to admit he had a porn star daddy bod now. Pumped chest and
arm muscle, rounded shoulders, hard flat stomach with just a little
padding. Insanely meaty ass. So incredibly fuckable.

"Hey boys," he greeted as he walked over to where Jeff and I were. "Great
to see you, Firehose," he winked.

"Man, you gonna call me that all weekend?" I replied.

"If the name fits, then yeah," he said, that masculine flirty vibe coming
so naturally to him. "Any chance I could get a picture with you?" he
asked. Already he was pulling out his phone and handing it to his son. Or
the guy who pretended to be his son.

I stood up and positioned myself next to the hunky daddy. He placed his
beefy mitt on my shoulder and I put my arm behind his back, resting my hand
just at the base of his firm lats.

"You can go lower with that hand, Firehose," he said as he looked toward
Jeff, who was lining up the cameraphone. "A little lower..."

My hand now cupped his ass. I couldn't help it. I had to give it a
squeeze. It was round and hard and meaty. Perfect. I probably had a goofy
smile on my face. I definitely had a boner in my trunks.

Daddy Mike looked at the picture with an approving smile. "Looking good Hot
Stuff," he winked at me. "Jeff tell you about our little party?"

"Yeah," I said. "Sounds fun. But I'm not sure I should join."

Mike didn't seem fazed but he just replied, "You should. You won't regret
it, buddy." Looking over at Jeff, he said. "You think it's time to get
ready?"

"Yeah, Dad," Jeff said, gathering up his towel. I looked at the guy and had
to reflect that Daddy Mike had a type. Young, lean, but jocky-muscular.

As I watched them start to leave the pool area, Mike looked at me one last
time. "You should come, Firehose."

And like that they walked off to one of the cabins.

It was about fifteen minutes when I saw guys arriving. Maybe some were
staying at the resort, but others seemed to show up. Young guys like
me. That same type. Some laying on the "jock" shtick with baseball
caps. All of them good looking and fit.

I needed my head examined even thinking about it. Being in a fucking porn
video. I knew better. I knew that no matter what Jeff or Mike said, I had
no ultimate control of where images ended up. I mean, I could probably
trust Jeff when he said he was gonna shoot from the chest down only. But
who knows?

But the more I thought about it, the more turned on I was getting. Daddy
Mike pushed all my buttons and then some. I'd loved feeling his mouth on my
dick the night before and imagined feeling that sensation to completion. I
just knew Daddy Mike was a pro at it, too.

I stood up, my hardon leading the way in my trunks. I almost chickened out
but I made a beeline to that cabin. I gave a soft knock.

Jeff smiled when he saw me there. "Come in, we're just about to get
started."

It was quite the set up. A few extra lights, and two small mounted cameras,
plus the one Jeff was picking up.

"Firehose!" Mike greeted. He was already flanked by two guys, who I
instantly recognized as the New York guys from the bar the night before. He
was sort of chatting and flirting with them and had a hand on each of their
hard crotches. "Just in time for the party."

I felt nervous. Like crazy nervous. But Mike started kissing one of the
guys, and all of a sudden the sexual tension was ratcheted in the small
room. Not quite ten of us, but maybe eight younger guys - all of us in our
early to mid-20s, gathered in a half circle facing the cameras.

After a couple of guys, Daddy Mike crouched down in front of one of the
dudes, a tall dark-haired college looking guy, and conspicuously felt up
the guy's boner through his shorts.

"This bad boy wanna come out to play?" he teased and reached forward to
undo the button of the shorts. It didn't take long for Mike to pull down
the clothing to see a thick, erect young cock pounce forward.

"Fuck!" the middle-aged man growled. "Nice fucking dick." And like that, he
started taking the lucky dude into his mouth.

I'd seen and experienced a Daddy Mike blow job the night before, but if
anything I felt clear headed now as I watched just how skilled this man
was. Hungry, appreciative, but fully in control of servicing dick. He built
that guy up quickly, right to the edge when orgasmic pleasure would kick
in. Then he backed off with a smile, licking his lips and the bottom of his
mustache. "Damn, son, that's a tasty cock," he grinned then reached over to
the guy next to College Guy and started feeling up the dude's dick.

The second guy was a red head and while naked from the waist down still
wore a fraternity shirt and ball cap from a Big Ten school. His endowment
was fatter in width and had two balls which clung to the stalk of his
prick.

"Fuck... dude..." Frat Boy - or ex-Frat Boy - enjoyed feeling Mike's tongue
on his nuts and he leaned his head back and placed his hands on his hips as
Daddy Mike went to work.

I looked over and saw Jeff filming intently, reaching down occasionally to
grope his crotch through his trunks. I looked back and forth between him
and Mike. I hadn't been sure whether to believe Jeff, but now that I looked
the family resemblance was undeniable. Jeff was younger and leaner in build
but they had the same nose, the same eyes, the same dimples. Jeff was
Mike's son, no doubt, and the realization fueled my lust.

Mike was now scooting down to the next guy, a stocky dark haired twunk, and
lewdly licking up and down the dude's bone. For a thicker dude, the guy was
hung longer than the other two with a nice foreskin capping the
length. Daddy Mike growled as he nuzzled his face against the smooth ball
sac, then gripped the dick skin to sheath it back and forth. With a playful
motion, he pulled that rigid dick down and started sucking several inches
into his mouth.

"Duuude..." the twunk said. His voice made me think he was younger than his
looks, maybe 18 or 19. "Suck my fucking dick."

Daddy Mike did, going to town on that length with long steady mouth
strokes. Or throat strokes. I knew immediately why the guy was an Instagram
and apparently a porn star. It was why I was attracted to him so much. The
combination of his masculine muscle daddy looks and his clear excitement
and lust for younger guys was like gasoline on the fire of my libido.

I looked at the guy to my right, who I recognized as the blond New York guy
from the previous night. He had stepped out of his shorts and jock strap
and was stroking a decent sized tool as he watched on, probably thinking
much of what I was thinking. He noticed my attention and gave me a nod of
acknowledgment and a lusty smile. I nodded back. The camera was rolling so
we didn't talk, but it was like there was a silent camaraderie between
daddy chaser tops. We knew we were in the minority among gay guys and even
in the minority among guys into older men. Maybe not all the eight of these
guys were committed young tops. Probably some just loved sex and wanted
their dick sucked.

But this blond NYC jock-type guy was a committed daddy-fucker like me, I
could tell. Just by the way he watched Daddy Mike go.

I still had my shorts on and was feeling overdressed, so I undid them and
shucked them down, kicking them off to the side. It felt great to free my
erection out in the air.

Mike must have had a sixth sense for cock, because he pulled off Twunk and
looked over my way. "Firehose is in the house, fellas," he exclaimed then
came over to kneel in front of me.

The other guys' eyes were on me now, and the camera too. I felt ten feet
tall as Mike touched and examined and licked my cock.

"Damn, I love the big boys," Mike said in a deep growl. His voice was so
fucking sexy.

Maybe it was clear excitement, but I felt more playful and confident. I
pulled back just an inch and hit Mike's handsome face with my cock.

"Oh yeah," he growled, and that was all the encouragement I needed to do it
again. "Fucking baseball bat dick," Mike said before repositioning his head
to go down on me.

I thought the other guys would be jealous of Mike's compliments or his
attention to me, but his sluttiness just turned them on. Particularly when
he coughed a little on my girth but kept on going at it, sucking me like a
pro.

Finally he pulled off. "Damn, that's a hell of a dick, Firehose," he said,
then like that he moved over to Blond Jock, who just smirked and leaned
back to let Daddy Mike do his work.

I was really get into this now, more than I thought I would. The group
scene, watching Daddy Mike blow guy after guy, even having the camera
there.

It was maybe ten minutes before the oral orgy really heated up.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." It was some lean college dude with a ripped eight
pack and nice seven incher. He was nutting hard, apparently, overcome with
surprise by how his orgasm sneaked up on him.

Daddy Mike took that first load with an excited moan then backed off to let
a healthy glob of jizz run down College Dude's dick. It was a show for the
camera, and Mike didn't let any seed go to waste, instead leaning down to
slurp it back up before sucking out the dude's dribbles.

The next guy started thrusting into Mike's mouth, holding the man's head
steady.

"Fuck his face, bro," Blond Guy said next to me.

Face Fucker got carried away and started coming but with split second
timing he pulled out and shot his wad all over Mike. Heavy ropes of young
cum covered Daddy's Mike's face, soaking that mustache. A good bit sprayed
that faded Bears T-shirt, dripping down the navy blue fabric and the big C
logo. And just as quickly as Face Fucker pulled out, he pushed back into
Mike's suctioning mouth to ride out the rest of his nut.

"The best," he said in almost a whisper as he pulled out, unable to take
the stimulation.

Now, rather than Mike making the rounds to blow each of us, all of the guys
were stepping up, one by one, to feed the hunky man our loads.

Ex Frat Boy was next, and as Mike bobbed up and down furiously, Face
Fucker's cum smeared Ex Frat Boy's ginger pubes, as well as Mike's own
face. It was nasty, particularly with the slick squishy sounds.

Mike didn't pull off that Ex Frat cock, which instead spurted straight down
his throat.

Another of the New York guys was, next, his hardon clearly ready to blast
as he stepped up.

"Got a load for Daddy?" Mike grunted in encouragement.

"Oh fuck," the dude almost whimpered he was so turned on. He started
shooting the second Mike's mustache bristled against his wet dick
head. Mike's facial hair and chin were getting coated with hot, liquid
icing.

Another dude, more muscled with some baby fat still on his twenty-something
bod, started shooting on Mike's cheek. Mike winked as he turned to the
second guy and leaned forward to swipe off the cum dribbles from the
reddened dick head.

Blond Jock took his turn next, stepping right up and grabbing Mike's
head. He speared his way in. Blond Jock wasn't as hung as me but he had a
good piece on him, and I worried for a second that he was going too rough
on Daddy Mike. But the man just took it, moaning excitedly while Blond Jock
fucked his throat like a pussy.

"Fucking daddy slut," he growled. And as he looked down, Blond Jock started
coming, his pale complected face turned pink, almost red, with the blush of
sexual pleasure.

I wasn't even stroking but I felt my nut coming on. "Oh... I'm gonna cum."
I hadn't meant to speak, since I didn't want my voice to be recognized on a
porn video. But I got caught up in the excitement.

So was Daddy Mike. Once he heard me, he practically pushed Blond Jock off
him and greedily honed in on my dick. My first jet of jism shot out,
hitting his chin. It wasn't a full on cum, since I wasn't stroking, but it
was more than the usual pre spurt. But Mike's lips latched around my fat
cock and his mouth started milking me. I mean, the guy just worked several
inches of my length with rapid, deep, and steady strokes.

I gave it up. Heavy sperm shots filled Mike's gullet. The man was a pro,
drinking me down as fast as I could shoot my seed. I regretted not having
felt a BJ from start to finish with this man, but it was all incredible.

Mike kept on me through the aftershocks then pulled off with a flirty
wink. "That's a Firehose indeed," he said, stroking my still pulsing tool
and watching the foreskin retract back and forth.

Another guy was now pushing me out the way, impatient to get his cum. Or
maybe like me knowing he wouldn't hold off.

"Come on," Mike urged. "Feed your Daddy Mike." Then the guy did.

After the last guy, we kind of hung out for a couple of minutes, laughing
in the afterglow. Mike was all buddy buddy with us, now that the sex was
done. He was chubbed, even hard in his shorts, and I wondered when he'd get
off. But he seemed in no rush to. His T-shirt was soaked and the cummy
wetness made the cotton cling to his muscle even more clearly. He'd wiped
off the cum from his cheeks, chin and mustache, but there was still a clear
trace of slickness there, too.

I lingered after the other guys left and looked over at Jeff. I felt bad
for the poor guy. He was clearly turned on but had to witness his father
service one dude after another.

"Want me to take the camera?" I asked.

Jeff paused as if he wasn't sure, then he nodded. He handed the camera to
me and stepped in front of it.

Mike stepped up and kissed his son softly. Jeff moaned, like he was getting
too turned on. I couldn't blame him.

Mike butted foreheads with Jeff and whispered, "I might sit down for this
one, if that's OK, son. I need a rest." He then sat on the edge of the bed,
still fully clothed, though his casual attired was pretty wet from the
earlier cum shots.

Jeff chuckled a little and nodded. I figured they edit that part out and
focused on framing the action now, leaving Jeff's face out of it. Jeff gave
me another almost cautious look then started pulling down his trunks. I
could tell he'd been leaking hard while watching his dad's orgy.

Mike was matter of fact, almost business like as he leaned forward and
started sucking his son's cock. This was clearly a familiar action. Not
only was Daddy Mike crazy skilled at cocksucking, but Jeff had experienced
his mouth many times. It was hot to watch and even hotter to film, knowing
that I was making an incest video.

My fat dick was rock hard once more. The whole act took maybe a
minute. Mike bobbed, swiveling his head with a slight tilt on each up
stroke to maximize the tongue contact. Steady, hard
bobs. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Jeff was cumming. Not verbal in his orgasm but letting out a loud grunt
that left no doubt Mike was getting fed another thick load.

The daddy seemed proud as he pulled off and gave his son's cockhead a final
appreciative kiss. I filmed it the best I could but remembered there were
the mounted cameras to catch the action too.

Mike looked right at me and said, plain as day, "Want another go,
Firehose?"

I did. I switched off the camera with Jeff. Mike now knelt down on the
floor and urged me to take his place. I got to experience the full ride of
a Daddy Mike blow job. The urgency to cum had been abated from my orgasm
earlier, but I was majorly turned on by witnessing the dad-son incest. It
was a perfect vibe to be in as Mike slowly took all my thick inches in and
began working my cock.

Fuck, he was a master at it. Somehow both excited to service my cock and
deliberate in his skill and tonguework. I leaned back on my elbows and just
enjoyed what it was like to have BearsFanMike blow me.

All the while Jeff trained the camera on me, getting a real good close up
of Daddy Mike's mouth working my big dick. I was getting more comfortable
with the whole scene of being in a porno. Hell, maybe this wouldn't make
the Only Fans, maybe this was just a private vid for Jeff and Mike. But I
began playing up the scene, thrusting into Mike's slobbering mouth with a
couple of deep strokes before going back to a more passive position to let
the man finish me off.

He did, in spectacular fashion. Full mouth strokes that spiked my pleasure
from a steady plateau of pleasure to going right over the fucking
waterfall. Now I knew what it was like to have Daddy Mike bring me off. It
was pretty incredible.

"Damn, nice," Mike said, cum still in his throat making his voice catch. He
turned to the camera and kind of held up my spent cock as a kind of trophy.

I got back up on my feet and helped Mike up as Jeff set down the
camera. "You need to get off, man?" I asked Mike. He clearly had an
erection in his shorts.

He shook his head. "I'm good, Steve." I was surprised he remembered my
name. He'd called me Firehose nonstop. "I don't have the recovery time you
young guys do, but I'll get off later." Maybe reading my concern in my
expression, he added. "Promise."

"Cool," I said. I gathered up my briefs and shorts and got dressed again.

Jeff had me a release to sign. "Just to keep it legal," he assured. "Again
we won't show your face."

I trusted these guys now. Or maybe I was just in a trusting mood after
having my nuts drained twice.  I wrote down my name, email, age and date of
birth, then signed the form without hesitation.

Jeff gave a kind of bro fist bump. "Awesome, dude. I'll send you a link
when the vid's up. And you'll be getting a free subscription of course."

I looked over at Mike. "Best payment I could get," I said. "Seriously,
Mike, you're the best."

Normally BearsFanMike loved to compliment the young guys, but he ate up my
flattery now. "Yeah, stud? Well, I hope to see you around more this
weekend."

"Definitely," I said.

I said goodbye and slipped back out into the California sunshine. Honestly,
I didn't know what I had in store for me. It was a long weekend and only
Friday. I should be looking for other guys, maybe, someone who could be a
potential date. Then again, most of these guys would be a long-distance
thing, even if it came to that. Might as well sow my oats.

And Daddy Mike was the perfect man to sow them with.

****

That Friday night was fun as hell. We'd gone to one of the organized dance
events. Jordan was on the prowl and I enjoyed playing wingman. And it
looked like I was successful. My buddy was now engrossed in conversation
with a really fucking handsome DILF from Toronto.

After a couple of shots, I got out onto the dance floor. Now that I'd
gotten laid that afternoon, I wasn't looking to score, and I just had a
great time. Even when daddies started coming up to me and humping me from
behind, it was all good. I just flirted and humped back, before going off
to grind against another daddy.

I made it back to my room alone. Part of me hoped Mike and Jeff were in the
pool again, so I could join them, but the other part of me was glad for a
break from the sex. The whole area was empty. I decided to sit in an empty
chair by the pool and just let the booze wear off some.

I did get an email just as I was looking at my phone. It was a link for the
BearsFanMike Only Fans site. I clicked off course.

Fuck, I knew immediately I was gonna have hours of entertainment. But I
noticed the top video. "Turning Daddy Fest into Suck Fest" was the title.

I clicked it and it was about a twenty minute video, very professional
looking, at least as far as these Only Fans ones go. I watched a bit, until
my appearance. It was crazy to see myself in a video like that, my cock
raging hard and getting serviced by Daddy Mike.

I had to shut the video. I was getting too turned on and didn't want to be
overstimulated. I set down my phone and stood up. I figured there was
nothing stopping me from skinny dipping to cool off the jets so to speak. I
pulled off my shirt then stripped down all the way, leaving my clothes in a
pile on top of my phone.

I still had a hardon but there was no one around. I wasn't sure what I'd do
if there was. I dove in and enjoyed the coolish water. It was just what I
needed to clear my head and get my dick under control. I swam some laps and
decided it was time to call it a night.

As I got out and gathered my stuff, a man walked through the
courtyard. Early 40s, I'd guess, kind of a muscle dude.

"Fun night?" he asked.

It was like I was watching an older version of myself from the first
night. I didn't know this guy but I got the sense he was on the shyer side
but more outgoing in the atmosphere of the place.

"Yeah," I said. Normally, I'd cover myself up. Hell, normally I wouldn't be
skinny dipping in a hotel pool. But now, I just let my dong fall softly
between my legs and sway a little for this guy's inspection. "How about
you?"

The man smiled. He had perfect teeth and a a great smile. "Pretty good."
His eyes swept up and down my body a second, then he said with a tinge of
regret, "My husband's waiting for me back in the
room.... otherwise... fuck, you're hot."

"You too, man," I said. "Have a good one." I gave one last smile to him and
started back to my room.

"Yeah, you too."

****

Jordan was nowhere to be seen the next morning. I wanted to sleep in just a
little but I was still on East Coast time. It was early when I stumbled out
into the morning light for breakfast. They didn't even have any food out
yet, just coffee, but that was fine with me. I made myself a cup and sat in
one of the chairs in the patio area.

I scrolled through my phone some and actually watched that OnlyFans vid all
the way through. The whole thing was incredibly hot. I mean, I'd been there
in person yet rewatching the action brought back every bit of the
excitement of the oral orgy. Also, seeing it in a porn video made it
somehow hotter, and nastier, than real life. Even when I saw my own cock
appear, rock hard and leaking around my foreskin, I wasn't as embarrassed
or self-conscious as I expected. It was like watching myself but watching
someone else at the same time. Particularly when I slapped Daddy Mike's
handsome face and brushed the tip against his mustache before Mike took me
in between his lips.

I was getting hard sitting there watching it, but I was alone and figured
what the hell. I watched it again.

The BearsFanMike Instagram had a number of pictures he'd posted over the
last day: Daddy Mike reclining his furry body by the pool in just a pair of
skimpy white speedos ("Chilling here at Daddy Fest"), Mike posing with a
pack of young dudes ("Look who I found"), Mike posing with me ("My new
number one fan, Firehose"), a shot of Mike naked except for a towel wrapped
around his waist ("About to start filming the first video of the weekend"),
then the kicker: a close picture of Mike's faded Bears T-shirt molded to
his chest and splotched all over with cum ("Gonna be a wild video for you
fellas").

I finally set my phone down, kind of nursing my boner to help it go back
down. It was a great morning and I figured I'd just enjoy the quiet.

Gradually, guys started coming out, and the staff put out breakfast. I'd
barely sat back down with a second coffee and a muffin when Daddy Mike
walked over. In the morning daylight he looked older somehow, the gray hair
adding to his features, yet more handsome too. He was wearing a snug
T-shirt with a white "Property of Chicago Lacrosse" logo on the front. It
looked molded to his muscle and I could see the pert nipples pointing up in
the thin cotton.

"Hey Firehose... mind if I join ya?"

I blushed at first but seeing the way some of the other guys looked over at
me with curiosity, I figured I could use the advertising. I smiled and made
my way to join him.

"Where's Jeff?" I asked as I pulled up a chair.

"Still sleeping," Mike said. "I may have worn the poor guy out last night,"
he added with a wink.

I chuckled. "Lucky dude." I was getting that boner again, thinking of the
now likely fact it really was Mike's son fucking him regularly.

Daddy Mike had this amazing ability to make you feel like you were the
center of his attention. His puppy dog eyes seemed to tease me as he
said. "I can give you the same treatment tonight if you like."

Oh fuck, my heart was pounding now. Almost by instinct my body went into
wanna-fuck mode. "Oh I'd definitely like that... I don't wanna intrude on
you guys."

Mike lifted his hairy legs and nudged it softly against my calf. Flirty and
sexual, it was a simple motion. "He's heading to Vegas this morning. His
buddy Randy's getting married and the guys are having a bachelor party blow
out."

"I'm surprised you're not going," I quipped, then worried I'd been
insulting.

Mike didn't seem to mind. He shrugged. "Believe me it would be a
blast. Randy shoots huge fucking loads. I hope that wife of his is up for
that guy's insane sex drive."

I shook my head in disbelief. I still didn't know when Mike was making
stuff up, but he seemed dead serious. "You've bonked your son's friend," I
said incredulously.

Daddy Mike just gave me that toothy grin. "What can I say? Randy's a
stud. I mean he doesn't have your dick, Firehose, but most guys
don't.... hell, I'm already getting emails from guys who saw your
performance and want more of you in my videos."

That brought back the reality to me. Me, at least my dick, on an Only Fans
video. "I can't believe I did that," I said.

Mike knew good and well what I was talking about, but he played dumb. "Oh,
you didn't like the end result? I thought it turned out well."

I blushed and Mike laughed.

"Yeah you watched it, you horndog," he said playfully. "Probably more than
once." With a flirty expression, he dragged his legs along my calf again.

I could tell a number of the guys in the area were watching, and I felt so
transparent in being a young dude being led around by my dick. Like, I knew
I shouldn't be tongue tied but the fact a muscle daddy this hot was in to
me got me that way.

"You're a shy one, aren't ya, Firehose?" Mike teased. "Don't worry, I like
the shy boys... you know why?"

I shook my head.

Mike was leaning back, his beefy muscle filling out his shirt
perfectly. "Cause they're fucking beasts in the sack, that's why." He'd
kicked off his flip flop and was now running his toe up my bare leg, higher
along my thigh. The contact and lewdness of it made my boner throb. "You
sure you don't want to show Daddy how much of a beast you can be,
Firehose?"

I sucked in a deep breath, feeling horny as hell. "God you turn me on," I
said, dumbly. "So much."

"Is that a yes?" the man asked with a lusty look on his face. Like he
wanted, no needed, to get laid right then.

"I shouldn't," I said.

"But you wanna, right?" His smile was coaxing me, and I felt his toe drag
across my calf hairs once more.

I nodded. "Maybe if I can be shot without my face again."

Daddy Mike grinned. He knew he had me. "I'll see what Jeff can do." And
like that he leaned in, an expectant look on his face. "Come on... give
Daddy a kiss."

Oh, fuck, this man was the master of seduction. I leaned in, too, and felt
his mustache brush my upper lip. Then our tongues snaked out and tapped
against one another right before our lips met. It felt naughty and sensual
at the same time, making out with this stud I'd lusted after for several
years.

He had a grin when we broke. Like he knew he had me. "Sure you don't want
to have a little fun, Handsome?" he asked in a playful growl.

I nodded. Daddy Mike had me wrapped around his finger.

Mike had a bigger smile now as he stood up, a boner evident in his
shorts. His T-shirt rode up a little on his hard stomach, showing off his
fur and belly button. He gave me a wink. "I'll see if Jeff is up... don't
think I can wait long if he's not," he laughed.

"I'll be here," I said, leaning back and feeling my own hardon fill out my
shorts. There were other guys in the outdoor area, but I guess nothing
seemed too out of the ordinary between me and Mike.

I watched the man walk off, and I had to admire the strong curves of his
back, which tapered down from wide lats before the meaty ass muscle showed,
even in Mike's shorts. And the way he walked was, I don't know how to put
it, but like a normal, masculine guy. The kind you'd see at a sports bar or
something. It made my dick plump to think I was gonna tap that ass again.

I took a look around. There were a number of hot guys staying at the
resort, and I could see a few there I'd be into. Some were part of a
couple, but there was one daddy type sitting by himself, reading his phone
and having his breakfast. I wondered if Daddy Mike wasn't there whether I'd
be getting out more and enjoying my long weekend in Palm Springs. Then
again, I was definitely having a blast as it was.

My thoughts were interrupted when Jeff sauntered over, coffee cup in
hand. "Hey," he greeted, still in his groggy morning voice. "Sounds like
Dad's convinced you to do another vid."

"I need my head examined," I replied with a nod, "but yeah."

Jeff gave a chuckle. "Dad has some persuasive powers, for sure." He took a
glance over to their cabin. "Dad's getting ready, but you can come on
over."

I stood up. My boner had gone down some, but I had a feeling it wouldn't
take much for it to return.

As we walked over to their room, Jeff added, "Glad you can do this. You
already have quite a following," he said, then explained. "Dad has a number
of older men follow him. They like the hot younger guys he's able to get."

It was strange hearing this guy, more or less my age, talk about his father
like some cross between a business manager and a pimp. Still, a compliment
was a compliment, and I found myself walking a little taller as I followed
Jeff into the dimly lit room.

Mike was just drying off from his shower and tossing the white towel to the
side before stepping into a pair of Bears perfomance-knit shorts. He gave
me another wink then turned to Jeff. "I think the lights and cameras should
be set up right," he observed, his matter of fact tone contrasting with the
lewdness with which he ran his hand just underneath the waistband before
digging in briefly to feel up his junk.

Jeff double checked the two cameras on a tripod while Mike handed me a
Chicago Cubs baseball cap. "Pull this down over your eyes. It can help hide
your face," he said, before putting on a well-worn bears cap on his own
head.

I decided to go ahead and take my shirt off before putting on the cap then
followed Daddy Mike onto the big bed.

"Just pretend I'm not here," Jeff instructed as he picked up another camera
for some handheld shots.

I nodded and turned to Mike who scooted up to me, a clear look of lust on
his face. "It's just you and me now, son," he breathed in a soft deep
voice. "You gonna make Daddy happy?"

I nodded. "Yessir." Already my hand was reaching out to touch his firm
flank. The skin was damp still but warm.

"I bet you are, stud," Mike hissed and then our lips met. It was crazy
making out with this guy, on camera and in front of his own son. But I
tried to tune that out and focus on the moment. I was making out with the
hottest guy ever and I wanted to enjoy this.

I did, too, slowly getting into the kiss with Daddy Mike. The man knew how
to kiss and I gave back as best I could, slowly battling his tongue, softly
at first, then feeling his mouth suck my tongue into his. We explored each
other's bodies, all over, and humped against one another.

After a few minutes, Mike's big hands were no longer rubbing my back or
arms or shoulders. Instead, he pawed insistently at my crotch, working my
hardon through my shorts.

"You got one hell of a cock on you, Firehose," he grunted as he looked
down. With puppy dog eyes he looked back up at me. "Gonna let Daddy unwrap
his present?"

"Fuck yeah, Daddy," I replied, feeding off the roleplay. This was turning
me on more than I ever dreamed.

Mike didn't undo my shorts right away but instead teasingly ran his fingers
up and down the hard ridge. "My son's so fucking hung... tell me,
son... tell me what you need."

I looked hungrily into Mike's eyes. He was a walking wet dream. I pictured
his mouth taking my cock between his lips, taking me deep into his
throat. But I knew I wanted more than a blow job for this time.

"I want your ass, Daddy," I said with as much bravado as I could. "I want
that hot fucking hole."

Mike grinned and scooted up to face away from me, showing his beefy ass,
which filled out his shorts almost obscenely. "Damn, son, my ass is so
fucking horny for you." His voice was deep and gravely, which made his
words that much more nasty. He looked over his shoulder for a second as his
fingers teased underneath the waistband. "Wanna taste it first, Little
Buddy?" Already he was lowering the shorts slowly over the meaty curve of
his rump. The brown fur seemed especially thick in comparison to the dark
blue nylon.

"Hell yes," I hissed, running my hands up and down Daddy Mike's legs. All
of Mike was incredible, but the likes were certainly a work of art. Nice,
full hamstring muscle that complemented the bulging quads. There was a
camera pointed at us, and I knew Jeff was zooming in to get a close view of
my strained shorts.

Feeling impatient, I reached up and gripped Mike's shorts to tug them down.

That got an approving growl out of the man. "Hell yes, you're a hungry boy,
all right."

With that he pushed his hips back to present his furry buns to me. He
wasn't taking it slow, so I decided not to be coy. I dove in, pressing my
face against his muscle ass before my palms pried the cheeks apart to let
me go deeper.

His hole was clean and hairy and wonderful. As hot as the pool scene was
that first night, I realized I loved this better. An up close and personal
session with Mike's hole. I licked and munched at that hot dad pucker,
which sent me wild with lust.

"God, son, get up in there. Get up all inside Daddy's hole. Get me nice and
wet for that massive cock."

I would say I didn't know how I pulled myself from Mike's amazing, hot
hole. But I didn't - he was the one who scooted forth, sliding down the
shorts all the way off and facing me with just his Bears ball cap on. He
wore a lewd smile and massively hard dick, which he tugged at briefly
before crouching down.

"Now... to see the legendary Firehose," he teased as he undid my shorts.

"Yes, Daddy," I hissed, feeling an excitement welling in me and enjoying
the playfulness of our banter. Already my cock felt like it couldn't get
any harder as Mike pulled it out and gripped it in his fist.

He winked then leaned down and took the head into his wet mouth.

"Aw fuck!" I grunted, watching the man suck several fat inches in a nice,
slow BJ before pulling off again.

"Damn, I love the big boys," he growled, barely able to look up from my
dick. "Think it'll fit up my asshole, son?"

"Oh, it'll fit, Daddy," I chuckled. I mean, I fucked the man a couple
nights earlier but I guess the viewers of the video had no way of knowing
that.

"I like your attitude, son," he smirked, leaning up to grab some lube. He
squirted a lot on my rod, coaxing it along the length with his
fist. "Better get you real wet just in case."

I shook in anticipation as I watched the muscle daddy scoot up to straddle
my waist. His pec muscle bunched as he twisted halfway back to grip my
boner. "Fuck... I'm gonna feel this," he grunted then swiveled his hips
back to line me up to his hole.

I knew Jeff had the camera trained on the spot of penetration now. My dick
surged extra rigid as it touched Mike's furry, moist pucker. Then pressed
in.

Daddy Mike had one of those amazing bottom holes that was well-used but
still snug on entry. The ass lips parted and opened up around my girth and
I sank up into his hot guts.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna feel that fucker all right. Big fat son cock... huge
fucker...."

"God Daddy, right it," I urged, feeling the horniness make my voice
catch. My hands slid up his thighs and caressed his waist. "Ride your boy."

Daddy Mike nodded then his lust-serious face broke into a big smile. I
barely registered the slow slick sensations of his hole inching down my
cock when with a sudden move, the man pushed down, nearly all the way down
on me. It was lewd and almost slutty.

"HOLY FUCK!" Mike cried in a loud booming voice. "That's a big fucking
cock!" He paused a second, then rose up, only to begin long seven-to-eight
inch swiveling strokes up and down my dick. It was a hooker move that had
me worked up big time. I could even hear the nasty slick sounds of the lube
squishing with each stroke.

My eyes were riveted on his, and he flashed me another smile as he rode me
wildly. Up and down, doing his pogo stick act. I couldn't imagine how he
took me so well, the bowels were still tight around my lubed prick. I
thought of thrusting up into him with more than gentle motions, but decided
to let Mike do the work.

I was surprised I held off cumming, actually, but the swiveling ass motions
kept me worked up just at the edge of orgasm. Hands down this was the best
fuck I'd ever had. Maybe ever would had. Daddy Mike was a pro.

"That's it, Baby Boy... feel Daddy's ass milk your cock."

"Damn, Daddy," I hissed, my voice getting higher with pleasure. I wanted to
last, to be a porn story worthy of the video, but my resolution was
breaking down. "Gonna cum in your fucking hole, Dad," I finally said.

That sent Mike into overdrive. His burly muscular body bounced double time
on my fat prick, making the mattress bounce. That only made the penetration
harder and deeper.

The semen was coming out of me now, from deep in my balls, from deep in my
body. I gave it up, firing into Mike's insides as his ass practically
sucked every drop from me.

My body had tensed in orgasm but now I relaxed in a slump, feeling like I'd
been the one to do the work. Daddy Mike took a half minute longer to slow
his grinding to a stop. His own erection flagged but his dick still lay
half-turgid from his hairy crotch when he rose up.

He paused just as my head cleared the breach, and I knew why. Jeff was
filming this in a nice, close shot. Mike slowly eased his strong body up
and then I felt it. My cock fell forward as soon it exited Mike's body and
I felt a heavy flow of my semen onto it and onto my crotch. It was nasty,
but Mike's words only fueled the excitement of it.

"You sure shoot a hell of a load, Firehose," he said, looking back over his
shoulder. "Fucking stud," he winked as he turned back toward me then lay
down to kiss me, softly. We embraced and made out.

"You liked that, huh, Kiddo?" he teased, patting my now sweaty chest with
his mitt of a hand.

I nodded. "Fuck yeah."

He got up on his hands above me, looking down into my eyes. "Hope you're
not too sensitive after you nut," he said before moving down. I watched,
wide eyed, as he started licking my spent dick. I still had some cum and a
lot of lube. Daddy Mike slurped at it all. I couldn't help but chub up at
his oral attention and the sheer lewdness of it all.

"Can't get enough of this dick, Firehose," he muttered, finally taking the
head in between his lips again.

I let him do it a few seconds, then it became uncomfortable. I squirmed and
let out a low yelp.

Mike relinquished my cock with a chuckle. "All right, Buddy..."

He gave me one more wink before turning back to Jeff. "How was it, son?" he
asked.

"One of your best ones yet," Jeff answered excitedly, putting down the
camera and turning off the others.

Mike seemed satisfied. He stretched out his body next to mine, face
down. Compared to our mating just then, he seemed almost passive. Relaxed,
waiting. Jeff undid his shorts and I watched a hardon appeared that was a
match to Mike's own.

I was in danger of sexual over stimulation, but there was no way I wasn't
going to stay to watch this. Both guys were hot and the ability to see a
dad-son couple have sex was mindblowing.

Jeff was almost impatient, but I guess he'd had to witness me fucking his
Dad. With a measured move, he stretched his leaner body on top of Mike's,
rubbing the man's strong triceps and kissing along the back of his dad's
neck while he worked his hips in soft, slow humping motions against his
father's ass.

Finally, he shifted his hip angle and I could tell he was rooting for
Mike's hole with his prick. He paused a second, then pushed forward.

"Yes, son," Mike growled but otherwise was quiet while Jeff fucked him. Not
rough but definitely with fast steady strokes. I knew Mike was plenty lubed
up and had my fresh load to top it off. His son seemed to take advantage of
having a wet, wide open hole to plow, and he did, his whole body clench and
contracting with each inward shove.

It was beautiful to watch, too men mating, but it was also surreal. Not
only because it was father and son but also because Mike's passivity was
matched by Jeff's clear energetic excitement. I wish I had a video of this,
but I understood why they wouldn't record it.

Jeff didn't announce his cum, but he didn't have to. His whole body grew
tense and his grunts became a litany of cries announcing his
ejaculation. And, just as quickly as he'd started fucking Mike, his hips
stopped and his body slumped onto his dad's. He finally rolled off, that
now softening dick of his slick with seed.

Mike scooted over and met Jeff in a soft kiss. I wondered if his son was
into the man's mustache as much as I was. He seemed to give as well as he
got as he returned Mike's kiss.

"Gonna miss me in Vegas?" Mike asked, softly, a little playfully.

"Yeah, Dad," Jeff smiled. Kind of butting his head against Mike's in a
loving gesture. "But I'm sure I'll have my fun."

"I'd be sad if you didn't," he replied. I still couldn't figure out their
relationship, but it was a strange turn on to witness. I was just
appreciative they'd let me into their trusted circle.

Jeff gave Mike one more kiss then got up out of bed, looking down on both
of us. "If you guys have another round you should video it. I gotta get
ready to go."

Mike gave a nod, then turned toward me, moving his naked body toward
mine. He finally took off my cap and tossed it aside. His dick was now
hard, fully hard again, and mine was back on its way too. "Well, Firehose,
whaddya say? Wanna spend the afternoon with me?"

****

I actually needed some down time. I knew if I spent the day with Daddy
Mike, I'd be sexually spent, fast, and I wanted to enjoy hooking up with
him again. He seemed to read my mind when I told him I'd touch base with
him later.

"Go rest up, Firehose," he winked as he pulled on some logo shorts. "I'll
try not to get into too much trouble." I wasn't sure if the Chicago Bears
organization was paying him to market their stuff, I chuckled to
myself. But damn he looked hot in the attire, a real-deal, burly Midwestern
dude.

When I got back to the room, Jordan was just getting up and we hung out for
the rest of the day. It was a couple of hours before I had the nerve to
confess to him what I'd been up to.

"You fucking did what?" Jordan was the least judgmental person I knew, but
he was definitely surprised.

"I made a porn video," I repeated with an embarrassed laugh. "A couple of
them actually."

Jordan shook his head and seemed to be reading my face. "I don't know
whether to believe you," he said.

I grinned and pulled out my phone. It took me three seconds to pull up the
BearsFanMike video at the part where my hard cock entered the frame.

Jordan watched, wide eyed, a few seconds then handed my phone back to
me. "Wow, that's you all right," he said. Though there was no sexual
tension between us now, we had that history from a few years back.

"I did one this morning that's, um, more revealing. But it's not up yet."

"Steve fucking McConnell," Jordan tutted. "Last man I'd expect." He seemed
to read my discomfort so gave me a playful nudge with his arm. "But good
for you man, letting loose."

"I need my head examined," I said. "But the weird thing is... I found it
all a turn on. Maybe I have more of an exhibitionist streak than I
thought."

"You doing more?" my friend asked.

I nodded sheepishly. "Later, tonight. I'm looking forward to it, actually."

Jordan laughed. "Well, you can buy me lunch since you're rolling in the big
dough now."

I paused. "You know... I should probably read the release thing I signed. I
don't think I get any money from this."

Jordan just smirked.

****

It was almost romantic. Or maybe Daddy Mike had a way of kissing that made
you feel like the center of things. We made out slowly, softly on his hotel
bed and it was easy to forget the extra lights and the multiple cameras
pointed at us. We hadn't stripped, but we both were tenting our shorts as
we kissed and felt each other up.

I knew it wouldn't be just us two. Another guy was coming to join the
scene. I didn't know which one, but it was one of the guys from the oral
orgy. Fine by me.

Finally, there was a knock, and I watched Mike's burly body bound out of
bed. God, he was so fuckable, it was crazy. Thick, brawny muscle rippled
down his back and finally led to big round Dady ass. I went ahead and
slipped off my shorts, unable to resist letting my hard cock free.

"Hey," Daddy Mike greeted the guy in a soft growl and a kiss.

The guy walked in and I recognized him immediately. It was the blond jock
type from New York.

"Hey," he said to me as he stepped in, before taking off his baseball cap
and T-shirt. One daddy-chasing bro to another. "I thought it might be you."

"Yeah, can't keep away," I said as I leaned back in the bed and stroked my
tool. This was gonna be fun.

"Tell me about it," Blond Jock grinned and stepped up to Mike. With wide
hands he gripped the meaty shoulders and gently massaged him. "We gonna
work this daddy over or what?" the younger dude purred.

I thought Mike might object, but instead he leaned back into Blond Jock's
embrace. "Fuck yeah, fellas," he said. "Want you to really go to town."

Jock dude kissed along Mike's neck hungrily as his hands caressed the man's
furry, beefy front. Daddy Mike was now throwing hard, real hard in his
shorts, and I swear I saw goosebumps break out. His eyes shut momentarily
then opened and looked right at me.

He gestured for me to join. "Come on Firehose. Daddy needs both of his
boys."

"Fuck yeah," I hissed, scooting out of bed. I was someone self conscious
for my hard on, but seeing the cameras on it gave me an added thrill. The
logical part of me knew I shouldn't be doing these videos, but the sexual
side of me wanted to take this opportunity.

"Fuck bro, you're hung all right," Blond Jock grinned as he looked over
Mike's shoulder.

"You're pretty big, too, if I remember," I said.

"Daddy likes his boys big," Mike smirked as he started undoing his shorts
and letting them fall to the floor. He had that kiss-me look on his
face. Who was I to resist? I leaned in and met him for a deep tongue-heavy
kiss, more directly sexual than our kisses earlier.

As I made out with the man, Blond Jock stepped back. "That's some prime
daddy beef," he said, running his hands along Mike's muscular back
side. "Hot rack of fuck meat."

He wasted no time in crouching down and getting into position to rim the
man.

I stepped aside a little to watch. Maybe I was a voyeur in addition to an
exhibitionist, but it was hot to watch this other young stud go to town on
Mike's furry, muscle ass. Mike's lip curled into a look of bliss, his
mustache shifting in the process. He seemed like a man who was a slave to
his sex drive and that made it all hotter to watch.

With a leer he reached forward and grabbed my hard prick, almost using it
as a handle to pull me closer.

"Getting ready to fuck Daddy?" he growled.

"Fuck yes," I hissed in response, reaching over to guide Blond Jock's head
into Daddy Mike's ass crack. That seemed to egg the dude on more and he
went wilder munching that hole. I watched with excitement, turning my
attention from Mike's face to the assessing display.

Finally, Blond Guy leaned back, using his hands to pry those meaty buns
apart to stare at the spit-wet crack and hole. He looked up at me. "Want a
taste, bro?" he asked as he dipped his thumb into the crack to tease and
prod Mike's pucker. "That's some hot fucking daddy hole."

"Yeah," I replied. My dick was rock hard and part of me wanted to just go
ahead and fuck this dream stud. But I couldn't turn down any opportunity to
eat Mike out.

Mike stepped up and got onto the bed. "Let's make this more comfortable
fellas," he said as he got onto all fours, facing away from us. He'd barely
spread his legs before I was able to get in behind him.

"Aw fuck yeah, son.... Eat me out."

I licked with some exploratory licks then prodded deeper. I pulled out,
wanting that view of the wet hole, now dilating. It's funny, I had
completely forgotten about the cameras, but now I looked over and saw them
pointed as us. At me. That gave me a thrill and I dove in, deeper this
time, going wild on Daddy Mike's tender hole. I wanted to worship this
perfect ass and for the camera to capture a rim job Mike deserved.

"Firehose is a sex fiend all right!" Mike growled, gripping the sheets,
spreading his legs wider and hiking that ass right back into my munching
mouth. "Go for it, man."

I didn't pay too much attention to anything other than Daddy Mike's meaty
ass cheeks, the spit-wet crevice, and that hot, clean, open hole. But I
soon heard muffled sounds that suggested Mike had his mouth stuffed full of
young cock. And Blond Guy's voice.

"Keep at it, bro. You're making Daddy suck a mean cock." The was a
cockiness to his voice, maybe it was put on, but it turned me on still.

I figured Mike didn't need any more foreplay. I leaned up and quickly
sought out one of the pumps of lubes lying around. As I slicked up my cock,
I took a good view of the 40-something beefy man, his back a perfect curve
of muscle, his ass hiked up and presented for me, his head bobbing up and
down furiously on Blond Jock's dick.

The other top was fixated as he watched the expert blow job. He looked up
just as I was getting into the saddle.

"I love daddy sluts, man. Look at this fucker go to town..." Then he nodded
down at my erection, which had already nudged a good inch into Mike's hot
hole. "Can't believe he'd gonna take one as fat as yours, bro."

I ran my hands along Mike's strong lats and down to his waist again. I was
pushing in faster. "He can take it, bro," I said, grooving off the vibe
Blond Guy was setting up. And like that I powered my hips forward and
pushed all my hard meat right up into Mike's guts.

"Holy FUCK!" Jock guy said. "Double wide coming in!"

I felt my pubes press against Daddy Mike's round ass cheeks. Everything
about what I was feeling felt amazing. It was a real live ass, a man's ass,
gripping and massaging my cock, but there was also something magical about
the feeling of Mike's insides, like I was feeling the best sex toy ever
invented on my bone.

I looked up into Blond Guy's eyes again. "This feels fucking incredible," I
announced then pulled out to plow into Mike. Not fast or hard, but with
firm steady strokes. It worked for me and I could tell by Mike's moans he
was into it, too.

"Dad's a fucking slut, bro," the jock said. "Show him how much he needs his
sons fucking him."

Goddamn, Jock guy was on the same wavelength as me, in the incest role
play. And he was good at it, diving head first into the perversion. I
decided to match him.

"Just wait till you get your turn, bro," I hissed. "Dad's ass is so fucking
tight and hot."

"Fuuck, duude," the guy said in response, his own hips now pumping his
rigid cock in and out of Daddy Mike's throat as he held on to the man's
thick neck like reins.

Mike grunted and did his best to take cock from two ends. He was a master
at bottoming but maybe this was testing his boundaries. I watched Blond Guy
face fuck with quickening speed then unceremoniously pull out of Mike's
spit-wet mouth with a quick plop.

"Fuck, Daddy.... I almost nutted right down your goddamn throat," he
grunted as he slowly worked the mucusy spit up and down his pole and
stepped back to watch me fuck.

The guy's eyes on me only added to my exhibitionist impulse. I looked over
at the cameras and fed off the scene. Holding on to Mike's hips I started
pummeling that magnificent ass. In and out, deeper and harder. This wasn't
me normally. I wasn't a power top, not like this. But I was enjoying
playing one now, and BearsFanMike was inspiring me to do my best.

"Fuck yeah, son!" The man growled, now using his upper body strength to
rock his whole meaty body back against my pile-driving dick. "Tear my ass
up with that firehose dick!"

The intensity of the fuck and hearing Mike's booming voice egg me on like
that got me dangerously close to cumming. I barely pulled out in time and
my blond jock buddy looked on admiration as my erection surged and spritzed
out a clear spray of precut.

"Shit, bro," he said.

I looked up at my fellow top. "Hard not to nut in that daddy ass," I said,
chest heaving as I tried to keep my sexual excitement simmering without
boiling over to orgasm. I didn't dare touch my prick.

Mike looked back and realizing what was up, knelt up. He was clearly in sex
fog, too, as he stepped up to Blond Guy and met him in a deep sexual
kiss. My new buddy seemed thrilled. I watched them make out as I tried to
get my excitement under control.

Finally, Daddy Mike's hands traveled down Blond Jock's smooth body to cup
his erection. "Why don't you let daddy sit on this amazing cock?" he
hissed. "Make my boy feel good..."

"Fuck yes," the guy responded and wasted no time lying down.

Mike was a pro all right. I admired the sure confidence as he straddled the
20-something's waist and reached back to guide that dick into his now open
and wet ass. He sat down without as much as an oomph. Like that dick
belonged up in him. I guess it did.

"Yeah, I love the big boys all right," Mike growled as he began his up and
down movement with his hips - an obscene action that had both me and Blond
Guy turned on. "Get that cock up in Daddy's hole."

I scooted forward and met Mike in a kiss as he bounced up and down on Blond
Guy's lap. I was loving this threesome connection and the special energy it
had. So when I broke the kiss I lay down next to Blond Guy and nudged my
face toward his.

"Feel good, bro?" I asked.

He grinned and nodded excitedly. "Fuck yeah, bro. Fucking Dad's ass." This
was role play and a real bond between us. Our lips met and we kissed
softly. Blond Guy purred into my mouth as he felt the short circuit between
our kiss and the sensations in his cock. As we made out I could feel his
excitement grow and pretty soon the telltale signs of a guy nearing his
nut.

Mike sensed it and rose off. "Not yet, son...." he teased and as Blond Guy
and I broke the kiss we saw Daddy Mike's burly body shift over to my
side. "I think your little brother is feeling left out."

"Fuck," I sighed as I saw then felt Mike descend onto my prick.

"Fuck him," my new "brother" urged. "Fuck Dad, bro."

Turned on like mad, I held on to Mike's bulging hairy thighs and leveraged
them to power up into Mike's hot body.

The man rolled his eyes back in his head at the rapid intrusion then
practically yelled. "FUCK YEAH! That's what I'm talking about. Firehose
wrecking my hole!"

"Do it, bro," my buddy urged, licking and kissing my ear between glances at
the connection point between my dick and Mike's hairy ass. "Fuck the shit
out of Dad."

I went for it. Wild, crazy deep strokes. Mike felt them, hard. But he held
on and rode out that pleasure/pain ridge, definitely on the pleasure
side. "Damn, son..." he hissed. "Get up in there."

We went at this for a solid minute before Mike placed his hand on my chest,
silently urging me to give him a break. I did, instantly slowing my hips to
a very slow gradual pump. This was great too, feeling each wet ridge of his
insides.

Mike winked, his sweaty forehead making him look even sexier somehow. He
leaned down and we met in a hot kiss. Heavy, tongues battling softly. My
hands traveled along his lats and back, feeling every ounce of middle-aged
man on top of me. I'd die happy like this, I decided.

Just when I thought I couldn't get any better, I felt something wet against
the base of my cock, the part not buried up this hot man.

Daddy Mike figured out what was going on before I did. Hell, maybe he and
Blond Guy planned it. All I knew then was that he pulled back from my kiss
and looked back over his shoulder. "Get up in there, son. Join your
brother."

Then I felt it. Blond Guy was boring his way inside Mike, too. It was my
first DP experience, and the surprise of it made it even more mind
blowing. I guess I'd seen double penetration scenes in porn but the idea
that a man in real life could take two cocks was incredible.

I felt Blond Guys' prick press in beside mine. It was rigid and fleshy at
the same time as it wedged into the tightness of Mike's rectum.

Daddy Mike's face got a wince then a grimace than a fuck-yeah smile. "Got
two hung boys to take care of," he smiled lewdly.

It was true. I had a big dick, and Blond Guy has some real length on
him. That length was now thrusting against my stationary tool. Everything
felt amazing: Mike's tightness, Blond Guy's now quickening dick, and the
thrill of such a wild act. I reached up and ran my hands over every inch of
Mike's furry chest I could get ahold of.

"That's it, boys, fuck your Daddy good," Mike hissed in a deeper
growl. God, his voice was so sexy.

Blond Guy thought so too. He gave Mike's rump a slap and started fucking
harder. "Goddamn, you're such a fucking slut, Dad."

"Damm straight!" Mike said. It had to be intense for him, taking us at the
same time. And Blond Guy wasn't going easy. But Mike poised himself on his
extended arms above me as the other top fucked away.

I pushed up into him as well, gently, maximizing the slick tight friction,
even if my slower shallower pace meant the other cock was still working
back and forth against mine.

"You're loving this, Firehose," Mike said with a knowing grin as he watched
my face.

I nodded. "Fuck yes, Daddy," I said, the D word now starting to trip my
wires.

Turns out the other guy would get there first. That dick was almost
punching against mine then I felt the hot spurts against my prick and a low
"Fuck yes" from behind Mike.

"Attaboy!" Mike urged, "Shoot that fucking load."

I heard another slap then I could feel the retreating hardon pop out from
its wedged position against mine.

Mike wasted no time. He leaned up, showing off his magnificent hairy
beefiness and starting a deliberate up and down motion. Full-length ass
strokes working my hard cock, over and over, faster and faster. I thought
it was for my benefit, and it was. But I watched him reached down and tug
his once-more erect prick. It took a few strokes and I felt his semen spray
out. All over me. It was warm and thrilling, and the spasming rectum made
me gave up my own load.

"FucK!" I grunted and felt my own dick pulse inside the now retightened
bowels of my dream fuck.

Mike grinned back. "Firehose is filling me up!" He patted my sperm-covered
chest like he was congratulating me after a good play in football. Then he
swooped down and met me in a deep kiss.

We rode out the aftershocks of our orgasms that way. And when Mike leaned
up again, I could feel the inevitable retreat of my spent prick from his
well-fucked ass. He gave me another wink the second it cleared.

"Shit, it's like a fucking river," Blond Guy said from his vantage where he
held a camera to capture the exit of my dick from Mike's dripping hole. He
took another minute to film the aftermath and the continued oozing out of
combined cum, then he set the camera down and rejoined us.

We embraced in various combinations, making out and enjoying the soft
postcoital bonding. Even when Daddy Mike finally got up to shower off,
Blond Guy and I enjoyed the closeness.

"Your first time?" my "bro" said to me.

"The other day was," I admitted.

"Well, you did great, man," he said. "I thought maybe you had some
experience, but Mike said you were a newbie."

"Thanks," I said. "You do this much?"

He nodded. "Oh yeah. I'm JockBoyJason on OnlyFans. Mike's my favorite
partner for sure."

"I can see why," I said. I paused then added, "I was surprised how much the
brother thing turned me on."

Jock Guy smiled. "Wasn't sure. But you seemed to respond, so I ran with it.

"I'm Steve," I introduced.

"Jason. That's my real name," he said. He nudged his arm against mine and
then we rolled toward one another.

"I always wanted an older brother," I smirked.

"You're just a year older, bro," he chuckled and then our mouths met again
for a soft kiss.

As we broke, I noticed once again the cameras. On us, still taping
us. "God, this is fucking crazy," I laughed.

***

"Bitch," Jordan said as I got ready to board. He wasn't actually pissed,
but somehow I alone had gotten upgraded on our flight back.

I gave him a wink and wheeled my carry-on bag through the crowd that had
gathered around the gate. I took a scan of the crowd and there were a lot
of guys clearly coming from Daddy Fest. Older and younger, looking a little
hungover and a lot tired. I'd be napping on the flight back, for sure, and
was already looked forward to my plush business class seat.

There was a real hot guy a few people ahead of me boarding the plane. About
5'11", hunky DILF bod in his black polo shirt and khaki shorts, and I was
pleasantly surprised to see him sitting in the window seat next to mine.

"Hey," I greeted as I stowed my carryon bag and slid into the seat.

"Hi there," he replied, his blue eyes definitely friendly as I got settled
in. Up close he was a looker all right. Nice chest, nice shoulders, nice
everything. Maybe it was a weird thing to notice, but the man had
incredible forearms, thick and meaty with a coating of blond-and-silver fur
on them. He was the rare guy who would be both Jordan's and my type.

I was tempted to strike up a conversation with him, but I figured he
probably wanted a business class seat to have some quiet and relaxation. As
he ordered a gin-and-tonic, I pulled out my book and started reading.

Pretty quickly, not even fifteen minutes into the flight, the weekend
caught up with me. I shut my book and closed my eyes.

I don't know how long I napped, but I saw DILF guy smirking as I roused up.

"I wasn't snoring or anything was I?" I joked, sitting up in my seat.

He shook his head. "Nope. Looks like someone had some fun this weekend," he
said. Damn those blue eyes were something I could get lost in.

"Yeah. Pretty much."

"Daddy Fest?" he asked, and I knew from the way he'd asked he'd been in
Palm Springs for the same reason.

I nodded. "I'm definitely going next year. It was a blast."

The man smiled. "It's a party all right."

"You have fun?" I asked. I kept my voice soft since the cabin was pretty
quiet.

The corner of his lip curled up. "Honestly... wish I'd had more." I must
have given an inquisitive look, because he continued, "Seems like there
were a lot of twinks looking for a sugar daddy. I mean, to each his own,
but I'm not looking for that."

"Yeah, I could imagine," I replied. I hadn't thought of what daddies had to
go through, since I knew the dating and hookup headaches from the other
side.

The guy continued, with a well-timed pause. "And, well, the ones who aren't
gold diggers just want Daddy to be their top, you know?"

God those words sent a shiver of excitement through my body. If Daddy Mike
hadn't drained my nuts dry I probably would have been getting hard, too. "I
have the reverse problem," I said.

That made DILF hunk smile. "Yeah...?"

I nodded. "Nine times out of ten when I meet a hot guy he assumes he's
taking top bunk."

The man seemed sympathetic. "I guess it usually does go that way. But,
well..." he lowered his voice, "when I was your age, I went for
20-something tops... Now that I'm 46 I still go for 20-something tops."

I laughed then had a serious thought. Something about this guys made me
feel I could open up. "I sometimes wonder what it'll be like when I'm
older. Like, it's hard for me imagining not ever going for daddies. But you
never know."

He relaxed back into his seat. "Well, no need to rush things. Enjoy your
youth."

"I am," I said with maybe too much flirtation.

The man chuckled but didn't take the bait. I worried I was being too
forward. At least he continued talking to me.

"I'm Eric," the man introduced himself.

"Steve," I said.

We talked the whole the plane ride back. The conversation just flowed
naturally. Turns out Eric was a private pilot in New Jersey. He told me
some of the anecdotes from his job, but mostly seemed interested in my
work. I tried to give him the most interesting parts of what I did. We
talked about books - Eric was an avid reader - and our hobbies.

I thought maybe he was just a good talker, but as we began our descent into
O'Hare, he had a more serious, almost shy look on his face. "Maybe I'm out
of line, Steve, but any interest in going for a date sometime? I'm in DC
pretty regularly."

A nagging part of me wondered if it made sense to pursue anything
long-distance. But what the hell, no need to put the cart before the
horse. I had an incredibly hot man wanting a date. And more than that I
knew I wanted to spend more time with him.

"I'd like that," I said with a smile. We exchanged phone numbers.

We deplaned and kind of paused in the terminal before going to our separate
connecting flights. "Can't wait for our date," he grinned.

"Me either," I replied. Damn, I was feeling giddy.

We gave a quick hug, more of a friend hug even though there was clear
sexual attraction between us. Before he let go, Eric said in a soft growl
in my ear. "And maybe after dinner, I can ride that legendary Firehose
cock." As he pulled back he gave me a wink.

"Yeah," I said back to him with a laugh. "Maybe." Being flirty.

Then he walked off.

"Who was that?" Jordan asked as he joined me. He'd been back in seat 25.

"My next boyfriend," I said with a relaxed confidence I'd never felt.