Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2024 21:57:26 +0000
From: R F <rfnaughtystories@proton.me>
Subject: I lost my dad at a frat party

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College graduation was approaching and I wanted to get in some last minute
partying before we all went our separate ways. I joined my teammates at a
frat party the week before finals. We were drinking, playing beer pong and
just having a good time when I realized how late it was. I called my
dad. "Hey, dad, can you come get us?"

"Of course, son. I'll be right there."

I've been living in my dad's duplex with my best friend, Roy. Roy and I
have been friends since high school. We only started living together again
this year though. Despite being close to home, we both decided to
dorm. Unfortunately, the two of us have gone through every roommate
situation we could since going to school. The good, the bad, the horny, the
dropout. Me and the horny even had a lot of fun but it didn't last. So, for
better, or worse, I was back to looking for apartments senior year. My
parents got divorced sophomore year and it turns out, after a year on his
own, my dad needed the company. He said he'd rent out the apartment to me
for cheap. Roy was the obvious choice, so we decided to go for an easy
situation senior year.

That brings us to tonight, waiting for my dad to arrive. About fifteen
minutes later, I see his car pull up and remember I have to go find Roy. He
normally stands out in the crowd but I can't seem to track him down. I look
back outside at my dad's car. I see one of the rugby players leaning into
it. Did I forget to mention my dad was hot? He always kept up appearances
but since the divorce, he really threw himself into upping his physique. As
I watch the conversation take the expected turn, I get the expected text to
go with it. "Sam, I need to run to the bathroom. I'm here, I'll just be a
few."

I text him back. "No problem. I still need to find Roy. Be good." I include
an eggplant and a devil emoji. I watch out the window as he follows the
rugby player inside to 'the bathroom.' I can see him smile when he looks at
his phone before putting it away and slapping the ass of the rugby player
he's following.

I poke around some rooms myself until I finally find Roy. Roy is a big guy,
unlike myself. His pecs are solid and his arms and legs could crush
boulders. He's been playing rugby since high school so, while I stayed lean
and was on the shorter side, he was a thick, mountain of a man. People
didn't realize we were friends at all for a while. We had almost lost touch
but after I went through a bad breakup junior year, he was my first call
and he came running just like old times.

So, when I found him in a bedroom, railing some twink from the tennis team,
I just went with it. Both of them looked up at me but neither made an
effort to stop. I shut the door behind me and took out my own cock. I
climbed onto the bed and put my cock in the twinks face. He quickly grabbed
onto it and sucked it down. I'm not sure how hard I'll get in this
situation but I'm not gonna miss out on a free blow job. "Roy. You mind if
we head out?" I ask casually.

"Yea, sure. I'm." He pumps into the twink hard. "Almost." He pulls out and
thrusts in again. The twink moans into my still soft cock. "Done." He pumps
hard again. The twink starts jerking his own cock hard and fast to cum
alongside Roy. Roy is still pumping away, filling the twink with his
cum. The twink pops my cock out of his mouth and starts tweaking his
nipples as he jerks off under Roy. Roy holds his cock deep in the twink
until he finally bursts onto his chest and face. Roy pumps into him a few
more times until he finally tells him to pull out. I take a tiny scoop of
cum off of his chest and lick it. I take another and hold out my finger to
Roy who sucks my finger in and cleans it off. "I love when you do that
dude. It always tastes good coming from you. I don't know why." The twink
looks at the two of us quizzically. "I've tried to do it myself and it
never feels right."

While we talk, Roy grabs his clothes. The twink climbs off the bed to grab
his own. Roy opens a few drawers until he finds an obvious cum rag. "I knew
there would be one somewhere. Here you go." The twink nods. Before he wipes
himself off, he looks at me.

"Can I taste it?" I scoop some off of his cheek and he sucks on my finger
too. He makes a sour face. "Maybe before I finish next time." The three of
us laugh, as he wipes himself down and gets dressed. "See you next time,
Roy."

"See ya." The tennis player walks away and Roy looks at me. "We've been
fucking for years and for the life of me, I can never get his name." I
punch him in the shoulder. "So, when we headed out?"

"As soon as my dad is done," I make air quotes, "in the bathroom."

"Here?"

"Yea. Some rugby guy got to him before I found you."

"Well, we both know where he isn't at least."

"This is the rugby house right? So there is probably a bigger room they
use. What do you say? Four guys?"

"It was three last time. I'm gonna go with seven."

"They do like to talk don't they? They probably called in backup." I start
to scan the crowd for any signs of my dad or the rugby team. I don't see
much evidence of either.

"Well let's go find him then. I'll start down here."

"I'm gonna grab some water and head to the third floor. The big bedroom is
up there isn't it?" I really needed a drink from running around the house.

"Good point." We split up and I see Roy start to head across the house. I
return to the kitchen to grab my water.

I hear two guys talking next to the jungle juice. "You see the line
upstairs?"

"No dude, what line?"

"I don't know. I figured the rugby team had something going on up there."

I look back across the house and I see Roy taking the stairs up two at a
time. So much for starting down here. He sees me and winks. I take a few
more sips before heading upstairs. I guess I know where he is now, and Roy
will get things under control.

A minute later, I make my way to the staircase. Three rugby guys were
coming down with big smiles on their faces. My dad was certainly
popular. For only being out for a few years, he wasn't skimping on
practice.

When I made it to the room, there was no more of the rumored line
outside. I opened the door and closed it shut behind me. The scene before
me was about what I expected. Two rugby players were lying on the bed
holding their legs up, showing off their holes. My dad was fucking one of
them and fingering the other. I could never get enough of seeing his hot
hairy ass flexing with every thrust. Around the bed were five more guys,
Roy among them, jerking off, enjoying the show. That cheater made it
seven. Damn.

These guys were suckers for my dad's cock. I knew because I took after
him. My limp dick was nearly gone. My matching nine inches was starting to
strain the fabric of my shorts. I dropped them once again and started
stroking myself, walking up to the bed. The second player's hole was
already well fucked and my dads fingers kept him loose. It didn't take any
effort to get my growing cock inside.

"How's the bathroom, daddy?" Some guys know our relationship, but I try not
to be too obvious. A lot of people just assume it's some sugar daddy
situation.

He looks at me, two streaks of cum covering his face already. "Busier than
the last time I was here."

I slap both bottoms on the bed, on their hard chests. "Sorry, boys, we've
got to go. Either finish or keep the blue balls." They both glare at me
before looking at each other. They reach for each other's cocks in unison,
jerking them off.

My dad and I continue to fuck them both as the players around continue to
watch. My dad's player finishes first. My dad keeps fucking him until the
player stops cumming, although my dad doesn't finish himself. Instead he
pulls out, and kneels on the floor. "Okay boys, give it to me."

The five jerking off all converge on him as I continue fucking the player
under me. I see him look at my dad on the floor and I got the feeling he
wanted to join the party. I pull out of him and he jumps up, joining the
group about to blow their loads. I just watch. Roy looks at me and I smile
and wave him off. He nods.

My dad's hands were all over the group surrounding him. They were all built
like Roy and my dad, mountains of muscle with large legs and tight
asses. He took in any cock brought up to his mouth, one and two at a
time. He added his own hands to the many stroking cocks all around
him. Another minute went by before one by one, each cock in the group blew
their load onto his face, back, and hairy chest. Once they started, he
brought his hands to his own cock and started jerking off too.

By the time the last cock coated his face, he too was nearly
finished. "Fuck!" His whole body shuddered as he blew rope after rope of
cum onto the floor.

With everybody finished, they started gathering clothes and cleaning up. My
dad stood up and looked at me, his whole body shining with semen and
sweat. "You want me to clean up?" Like before, I scoop up some of the cum
from his cheek and offer it to him. He licks it off my finger.

"What do you think, Roy?"

"Keep it," he says quickly. He grabs my dad's hairy ass, fingering his
hole. "It'll make this more fun later."

My dad nods and we all got dressed and head downstairs. The other players
stay behind so they can disperse more discreetly. My dad gets a few looks
and knowing smirks but we ignore them and head to the car. Between my dad,
Roy, and I, we've seen most of these guys in the same state. Roy whispers
to me on the way down. "I told you there would be seven." I punch him in
the shoulder again.

When we get to the car, Roy gets in the passenger seat and I get in the
back. He's caressing my dad's wet chest the whole way home. I actually fall
asleep despite the short drive. When I wake up, it's to a metallic
pulse. The room is dark and I'm still drunk and groggy so it takes a second
to adjust.

We're in our garage. When I look over, I figure out what the sound is. My
dad is laying on his back on the hood of the car and Roy is fucking
him. They couldn't even make it inside. He leans in to lick my dad's face
clean and my dad is yanking on Roy's nipples with each thrust. I see their
muscles ripple as they start to move in sync. My dad pulls Roy in and they
make out while Roy continued to plow his hairy hole.

My dad loves topping young guys and to be covered in their cum. But the one
thing he likes more than that, is Roy's cock ripping him open whenever it
can.

"Fuck me Roy. Fuck." My dad's whole body moves back and forth on the car as
Roy thrusts into him.

"Take my fucking cock, daddy." I am entranced by the sight, no matter how
many mornings I wake up to the same. As far as I know, this only started
over winter break. But since then, the two of them have been fucking every
chance they got. Roy and I had fucked around when we were younger and
figuring things out. We had started again when we moved in together. But it
was only three months back when Roy told me something that opened my eyes.

'Your dad called me Sam the other day.'

I finally get out of the car and make my way over. Just like with the
twink, I take out my cock and push it towards my dad's mouth. "Suck my
dick, dad." The two men sidle over to the edge of the car so my dad can
reach. Roy continues to fuck him as my dad takes his son's cock down his
throat.

"Good boy, dad." The nap and water must have helped clear my mind as I'm
feeling my orgasm build up already. "I'm getting close."

"Eat that dick, daddy. You're gonna be filled with our cum." My dad moans
onto my cock as I get closer and closer. "I'm getting close. Take our
fucking cocks, daddy."

My dad expertly swallows my cock all the way down as he wraps his legs
around Roy, pulling him close too. "Fuck. I'm cumming Roy," I call out.

"Me too, Sam. Fuck." The two of us look at each other and Roy pulls me in
close for a kiss. We make out over my dad's naked body as we pump him full
of our cum. "Fuck, milk my dick, daddy."

"Suck me dry, dad."

My best friend and I pump our loads into my dad and finally, as he gets out
every drop, he releases his hold on us. He drops his legs and lets himself
slide off of the car.

"Thanks boys." He brushes himself off a bit. "Good job calling me, Sam. I
wouldn't want you driving home like this."

"No problem, dad. You going to join us tonight?"

"I think I will. I'm sure Roy will be ready for a second round in the
morning."

"Always am."

Still naked, we all walk into our apartment and head to the king sized
bed. We'll wash up in the morning. Together, hopefully. My dad crawls in
the middle and lays his hands out onto the pillows, beckoning us
forward. Roy and I climb on either side of him and he pulls us in
close. "Goodnight, boys."

"Goodnight, dad."

"Goodnight, daddy."

In the morning I wake up to the bed rocking. I look over, and like every
morning these days, Roy is slamming his cock into my dad's asshole. I roll
over and go back to sleep.

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