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Guy's Weekend part 2
Part 1
We were all naked, sitting around the small table in the main room of the cabin. Coach G was wearing only an apron as he was manning the grill. “Who’s next?” I asked with an evil grin as we dug into our lunch.
“We thought you might need some more time to recover.” Dad replied earnestly.
“Are you kidding me? This is a dream come true.” I quickly followed up. 
“I’ve got no issues going next. Plus, Frank likes sloppy holes best.” Coach G interjected, revealing Dad’s affinity for already fucked asses. I looked at Dad and he smiled a weak smile, obviously not wishing to share that with me right then. “The Kid’s been eye fucking me since he was a sophomore, it’s only right I show him what he’s been lusting after.” Coach G flashed a cocky smile.
“Sound good to you, Dave?” Dad asked, even though he didn’t have to. He knew well and good that I was into it.
“Get on the couch on all fours, Harris. I’m gonna have some dessert.” Coach Gelson said, nodding over to the couch before I could respond to Dad’s question.
I quickly got up from the table and assumed the position that Coach G had requested. I looked behind me and saw Coach G with a massive hardon approach, kneel, and dive in face first. His goatee tickled my puffy, sore hole. He lapped his tongue at my rear entrance before slowly working his oral muscle in.
Coach Gelson took his time eating my hole. He knew that I’d just taken the biggest cock I’d ever had and he was working to relax me to alleviate discomfort. His tongue prodded, penetrated, then backed off before repeating. Eventually, my hole relaxed and he was able to get the prize he was after. 
Mr. Calhoun’s load started to dribble out into Coach G’s waiting craw. “Look at him going to town.” Dad groaned as Coach G kept rimming me. My cock ached much like it had while Mr. C was fucking me, I kept hiking my ass back further and further.
“How do I taste, Phil?” Mr. Calhoun asked Coach G while his face was buried between my muscle cheeks. We could only hear the muffled sounds of Coach G moaning. My groaning filled the room in the cabin as Coach Gelson kept feasting on my rear. Coach G had me keyed just as much as I had been before Mr. C fucked me.
“Now you’re really open, Harris.” Coach G muttered, removing his face from ass. I looked back, his hulking, ripped, hairy body was pulling itself up from the floor. His face and goatee were shiny with spit and Mr. Calhoun’s cum. “C’mon, Harris, have a seat and go for a ride.” Coach Gelson instructed as he sat on the couch next to where I had vacated.
Coach G’s cock was rigid and leaking, the foreskin had been skinned back. It stood up straight from his lap with a slight upward curve. His heavy balls rested on the couch cushion as I maneuvered my 6’1 frame onto his lap. I grasped his fat cock, holding the lubed member steady as I slowly descended onto it. Coach Gelson lightly played with my nipples as his cockhead made contact with my hole.
“Atta boy, Harris, sink all the way down.” Coach Gelson encouraged.
My deep moans echoed in the cabin as Coach G’s cock penetrated and sunk a few inches into me. I held myself steady with a few inches of coach cock up my hole, then I slid down a little further. I felt my ass stretch as more and more cock filled me. My hands were planted on Coach G’s solid, hairy pecs for balance as I impaled myself further.
Coach Gelson’s expression was filled with lust as I finally bottomed out on his cock. I felt Dad’s hands on my shoulders and his hard cock poking me in the back. “So hot watching you, Dave.” Dad whispered in my ear before moving back to continue watching.
Coach G began to gently thrust his hips up, moving his big cock slightly inside of me. Soon, I began to bounce in time his mini thrusts. Any pain and discomfort faded away - all that was left was pleasure and a feeling of being filled. Soon, Coach Gelson gripped my hips, holding me in place, and began to thrust up with more forceful jabs. My fingers dug into his hairy chest muscle, stabilizing myself with the increased waves of intensity.
“How does it feel getting fucked open by your coach?” The hunky high school football coach asked as our eyes met.
“Like you wouldn’t believe
 don’t stop.” I somehow sputtered out.
Coach Gelson grinned, then pushed me off of him. “Let’s really get this started, Harris. Get on all fours.” Coach G nearly commanded.
I stood up from my perch on Coach G’s big cock, it was shiny with lube, spit, and Mr. C’s cum - it looked massive and angry. Coach Gelson’s body fur was beginning to get matted down with sweat, his muscles flexed as he stood up from the couch. Dad was standing nearby, his cock stood in front of him, leaking. Mr. Calhoun sat on a chair, lazily stroking his hard cock while he watched.
I climbed back onto the couch and assumed the position. I felt Coach Gelson’s finger poke into my hole and he groaned. It was quickly replaced by the head of his thick coach cock, which he steadily sunk into me. No sooner had Coach G bottomed out, then he pulled back and sunk back in. His thrusts were deep and rhythmic, my ass clung to his fat shaft trying to milk out his load.
“That’s it, open up for Coach.” Coach G moaned as my ass slowly relaxed and opened up around his big tool. Coach Gelson incrementally increased his pace and power, his thick uncut cock sawed in and out of my hole. I gripped the couch cushions below me and braced my muscular 18 year old body against the now powerful fuck thrusts.
My hard cock smacked against my abs with each thrust from behind. My cockhead was leaking and coated in precum, giving the skin-to-skin smacks of my cock on my abs a distinctive wet sound, similar yet different to the huge cock pummeling my hole. I heard the men talking but I found it hard to focus on anything other than the reaming that Coach Gelson had ramped up to.
My eyes were unfocused, Coach G was fucking me into a stupor. I started to come back to reality when my eyes focused on Dad’s face. He was crouched down so that he was at eye level with me. “You good, Dave?” Dad asked, his voice heavy with lust but with unmistakable cracks of paternal concern. I couldn’t respond more than moaning and nodding as the pummeling continued. “Coach is deep dicking the hell out of you.” Dad said with a proud look on his face and gave me a quick kiss before disappearing from my line of vision.
I groaned as Coach Gelson took hold of my hips to keep them steady as he continued to plow in and out. “How’s he feel, Mike?” Dad asked Coach G as kept thrusting the length of his cock into me.
“Like you wouldn’t believe
 he’s opened up
 but still so tight
 gripping
” Coach Gelson huffed and puffed without breaking rhythm. My hole stretched around his fat rod with each thrust. Coach G battered my hole, pummeling my prostate. I couldn’t form words or thoughts.
“You’re something else, Bud.” I heard Mr. C say as he crawled next to me. He craned his body so that his head was under me on all fours. He kissed my nipple then down my abs til he found my leaking, throbbing cock. He wrapped his lips around it and I inadvertently clenched my ass causing Coach G to howl. “Fat cock.” Mr. C moaned as he throated me, setting off a chain reaction.
My nuts tightened and I dumped thick rope after rope down Mr. Calhoun’s throat. I heard him moan and gag underneath me as he choked on my hot, thick seed. As my cock pumped out my nut, my ass clamped and spasmed around Coach Gelson’s thick ass-splitter. 
Coach G roared and his fingers dug into my hips as he unloaded deep within me. He pushed his cock as far in as possible, seeding me deep. He cursed and howled, I could feel his cock throb. Ever so slowly, he began to pull out, back onto his haunches then he plopped down on the couch.
Once my ass was free of his dick, I collapsed into a sweaty heap next to Coach G on the couch. “You’re a special guy, Dave. That was incredible to witness.” Mr. Calhoun said tenderly.
“Ed
” Coach Gelson’s deep voice had returned to its normal tone. “While you’re down there
” He asked Mr. C, nodding to his cock “Clean me up?”
Mr. C looked at Coach Gelson’s still hard and oozing cock, glistening with lube, cum, and spit. The older man looked back at me, smiled and winked before moving over to Coach Gelson. It was a mindfuck to see Ed Calhoun, Dad’s best friend, father of 3 crawl over to my high school football coach and the man’s cum covered cock into his mouth.
Both Mr. C and Coach G moaned as Mr. Calhoun’s lips engulfed the still hard member. He worked the head and shaft, cleaning the cock that had just fucked me into the couch. Slowly, Mr. Calhoun took more and more of Coach G’s cock down his throat. Mr. Calhoun’s married, ex-jock muscular bulk was crouched before the muscled and hairy football coach.
“Fuck
 Ed
” I heard Dad moan with a hint of surprise in his voice as he now stood behind Mr. C as he deepthroated Coach G. Dad was the only one who hadn’t gotten off yet, his cock looked massive as he fisted his erection. His best friend was now worshiping his son’s football coach’s cock.
“I didn’t know you sucked cock like this, Ed.” Coach G moaned, letting his friend service him. Mr. C was now using his mouth and hand in unison as Coach Gelson threw his head back, his hairy muscled body splayed on the couch.
I was now sitting up kneeling on the couch watching intently. Somehow, I was rock hard again. Mr. C kept working Coach Gelson’s now rock hard cock. Both men were moaning, Dad was now directly over Mr. Calhoun’s right shoulder. Dad touched Mr. C’s muscled delt tenderly. Mr. Calhoun looked over and saw Dad’s throbbing cock.
“Go fuck your son, Frank. I have some work left to do here.” Mr. C half joked, eyeing Dad’s monster the whole time.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re a cocksucker, Ed? Cole teach ya?” Coach G moaned when Mr. C finally turned back to his massive dong when Dad moved towards me. I didn’t know who Cole was, that wasn’t the name of any of the Calhoun boys. 
“Think you can take it?” Dad asked, standing in front of me with his raging erection. His muscled form loomed over me as I half knelt on the couch. I wanted to swallow Dad’s cock like I had earlier, but I wanted him to fuck me even more. Even after the pounding Coach Gelson gave me.
“I’ve been wanting you to fuck me since before I can remember.” I breathed, obviously exaggerating.
Dad smiled and dragged a small footstool to the edge of the couch. He wanted me on my back and the footstool gave me just enough space to get comfortable with my ass hanging off the edge. Dad got into a half kneeling position and pushed a finger into my used and puffy hole. The other hand groped my muscular, mostly smooth body.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy, Dave.” Dad murmured.
“Hottest thing on two legs.” I heard Coach G growl next to me with his cock still lodged deep in Mr. Calhoun’s throat.
“Goddamn your hole is so wet. Fuck, Son, I need to add my load.” Dad groaned urgently. He was the only one of us in the cabin who hadn’t gotten off yet.
“I need you to breed me, Dad.” I egged him on as he lightly lubed his cockhead for the initial penetration. The two massive loads from Mr. Calhoun and Coach Gelson would provide more than enough lubrication once Dad got his bloated cockhead in me.
Dad’s muscles flexed as he moved himself into position. His defined musculature rippled under his light coating of fur. Soon, I felt the kiss of his dickhead against my battered hole. Dad looked at me with a paternal, proud look and nodded ever so slightly to let me know that he was about to enter me.
Neither Coach G or Mr. C were ready for the loud deep moans echoing out of us. Dad and I had finally coupled, he was sinking in his fat dad-cock, the cock that sired me. Coach G had fucked out all my resistence, all that was left was the snug grip of tight muscle ass on Dad’s beefy fuckstick. Dad sunk all the way to the hilt, leaned in, and passionately made out with me.
“I love you, Son.” Dad whispered, breaking the kiss. Coach Gelsona and Mr. Calhoun had stopped. Mr. C came up from Coach G’s pulsating dick, they both watched, mesmerised as Dad began to fuck me. Our eyes never left each other’s gaze as Dad’s fat member bore into me time and time again.
Dad’s face told me that he didn’t have long until he added his seed to both of his friends’, deep inside me. I felt every inch of the man’s body that I could reach. I wanted to savor the moment, remember everything about it. I didn’t realize how close I was until I felt Dad’s hand grip my cock firmly.
“Seed for me, Son.” He growled, fisting my fat cock, looking for the third load of the short day from me.
It might have been the third load of the day for me, but that was all that it took. Dad thrust in hard a few times, in tune with his tuggs on my cock, making me shoot harder than I thought possible. Ropes of my cum arched high over my head onto the back of the couch, Dad kept pounding. “I’m fucking the cum outta you, Davy.” Dad almost cooed and I felt his cock pulse in me. Dad was seeding me with his nut.
I couldn’t make words or sounds. Cum kept gushing from my cock as Dad blew his DNA in my guts, adding to the DNA of his friends next us on the couch. Slowly, Dad stopped fucking me. I wasn’t really able to take stock of anything around me for a few minutes, I was in a fucked out daze. One thing I do remember is Dad’s half hard cock slipping out of my hole as he leaned against the couch catching his breath.
I felt stretched out. I felt full and empty at the same time. But most of all, I felt exhausted and happy. My head turned and I saw Mr. Calhoun and Coach Gelson looking at me with similar proud looks to Dad’s. I mouthed “thank you’ to them with a big grin on my face. Mr. C winked at me before snapping back to Coach Gelson.
“Gimme that load, Coach!” Mr. C grunted, turning back to Coach Gelson’s cock, pumping it furiously in time with his suction. It was undeniably hot, watching Mr. C, noted family man, beg Coach G for his cum.
“Jesus Christ, buddy!” Coach Gelson moaned, and Mr. C tugged on the football coach’s nuts. “You’re gettin’ it all!” Coach G roared and his cock throbbed. He held Mr. Calhoun’s head still and pumped his cock in and out, emptying his nuts into my dad’s best friend’s throat. Mr. C choked and coughed, clearly not used to swallowing such a big dick and a large, thick load. Coach Gelson’s cock kept oozing cum as it shrunk, now finally satisfied.
“Thanks, Ed, you really threw me for a loop.” Coach Gelson chuckled as he caught his breath from the back to back orgasms.
“Ed, buddy, I could really use one of those. I’m still ready to go but I don’t think the kid can take it again.” Dad asked as Mr. C pulled off of Coach G’s cock looking satisfied. 
Mr. C looked at me, fucked out on the couch but intently watching. His satisfied expression drew into a smile. “Sure, Bud, I’ve always wanted your bone.” Mr. C replied to Dad. “Coach, Frank needs your seat. Might as well give his boy the best view in the house.” Mr. C said and Coach G agreed.
Dad hauled himself onto the couch next to me. “You doin’ ok, Sport?” Dad checked in on me. 
“Never better, Dad.”
“Jesus! Ed!” Dad moaned, at that second, Mr. Calhoun throated Dad’s monster to the root. He almost immediately choked and backed off. 
“Fuck this thing is big” Mr. C breathed as he coughed and came up for air, as he wasn’t himself hung like a horse. Before taking a more manageable portion of Dad’s cock into his mouth. Mr. C lewdly groped Dad’s naked body. Dad moaned and shoved more of his cock down Mr. C’s throat when his nipple was tweaked. It was clear nothing like this had happened between the two men before.
“He’s so damn hungry for it.” Dad said, looking at me. Mr. Calhoun was using a similar hand and mouth technique he used on Coach G with an added emphasis on Dad’s nuts. “Ahh, buddy, I love it. You’re gonna make me cum big. You want my big nut don’t ya? You wanna taste it, huh? It’s coming, bud!” Dad rambled as he lost his load in Mr. Calhoun’s eagerly sucking mouth and throat.
Dad’s toes curled as Mr. C swallowed wave after wave of Frank Harris spunk. After the orgasm’s peak, Mr. C meticulously milked the last drop of cum out of Dad’s cock. Both men then sat back, breathing hard.
“Tell Cole ‘thank you’ from me if he’s the one who taught you that.” Dad said to Mr. C lazily. I still didn’t know who Cole was.
“I’m starving. Is there a pizza place in town?” Coach Gelson interjected before any of us had truly recovered.
We all agreed a refuel was needed. Slowly but surely we pulled ourselves together, cleaned up, and piled in Coach Gelson’s truck in search of food.
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Guy's Weekend
“Dave! Are you ready yet?!” Dad called up the stairs.
“In a minute!” I yelled back. I could feel my mother rolling her eyes standing next to Dad.
I had put off packing for the weekend trip, I wasn’t as excited for a weekend at the lake cabin as I usually was. I hoped that Dad hadn’t picked up on it, and it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be around him, it was actually the opposite. I knew I was bisexual for a while at this point and I had an intense attraction to my dad. I’d been able to keep it under control, but my libido had been in overdrive lately. So, I avoided the man.
Dad had arranged a weekend “guy’s trip” for us to the family lake cabin. I was set to graduate high school the next week and I’d accepted a full scholarship to play football at Tech. Dad wanted one last bonding trip before I headed off to college.
Finally, I ambled down the stairs with my duffel bag slung over a shoulder. “You finally ready to go, Dad?” I asked, clearly joking. 
“You’re always waiting on me, aren’t ya?” Dad joked back, casually patting my shoulder and tousling my hair as if I were a young kid.
I had to rein in my feelings and attraction as he touched me. I didn’t know how everyone wasn’t crushed out on my father. He was the fun-loving dad-next-door type, he was an ex-college jock who kept up with his workouts. His big muscled chest filled out the “Tech Dad” t-shirt he was wearing and his arms and shoulders likewise stretched the fabric taut. His out of date cargo shorts did nothing for the form of his lower body, and for that I was thankful.
Mom wrapped me up in a hug and said goodbye as if she’d never see me again, as always. Dad pried her away so that we could get on the road. The sun was harsh as Dad drove and I studied the details of his face. He sported opaque sunglasses supported by a nose that was a hair askew from breaking it playing football in college. His hair was short and neatly styled in the standard way. His brown hair was beginning to gray at the temples, making him look even more distinguished.
Dad and I talked the whole way, we’d always been close. I was hoping he hadn’t noticed that I’d pulled away recently, I wanted to tell him why, but I didn’t think he would be able to understand. For the moment, I was happy just to be spending time with him without thinking about what his cum tasted like.
As we got to the end of the long driveway, I noticed that there were other cars. “Dad, who else is here?” I asked as we drove past right up to the front door.
“Dave, Son, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Dad said, his deep voice trying to hold back excitement.
I couldn’t think of what it would be. Had he invited my friends to the cabin for the weekend? Dad hurried me inside the 2-bedroom cabin. Once inside, I was even more confused. Standing in the main living area was Coach Gelson and Mr. Calhoun.
“Dave, you may want to sit down.” Dad said, and I suddenly got very nervous. Dad looked at the other men assembled in the room, took a deep breath, and addressed me. “Dave, I know what you want - I’ve seen the porn on your computer.” I could feel my heart beating in my ears, what had he seen? “And, you didn’t know it, but you reached out to Ed on whatever that app is called.” He nodded over to Mr. Calhoun, his best friend. “Ed showed me your conversations, all of them.”
“Who? What app?” I tried to play dumb.
“Daddy Finder.” Mr. Calhoun chimed in.
“You’re
” 
“Daddydick69.” Mr. Calhoun said with a straight face before chuckling. The rest of the men burst out laughing at the user name. I was thankful for the laughter breaking the tension I felt. Seeing Dad and the other men in stitches laughing helped put me at ease that I wasn’t in trouble.
“Like I was saying, I know everything, Dave. I wouldn’t have gone snooping but something changed lately, you’ve been pulling away from me. At first I was worried it was drugs, but now I know why.” Dad said to me, a look of relief and caring plastered on his handsome face. “Thanks to your detailed descriptions of your fantasies to
 Daddydick69, I was able to arrange this.” Everyone chuckled at the handle one more time, this time I was included. I was feeling less attacked, though still confused. 
“What is ‘this’?” I asked.
Dad looked at Coach Gelson. It was apparently the signal he needed. Coach Gelson ambled over, leaned in, and kissed me on the lips. His neatly trimmed goatee tickled my clean shaven face as our tongues mingled. Just as I had the presence of mind to touch him, Coach Gelson pulled away. “I think you told Daddydick69 that you could never stop staring at my bulge or my chest.” Coach Gelson said with gruff pride. He was wearing a threadbare Central High Football t-shirt and his standard athletic coaching shorts. At 37 years old, Coach G was the youngest of the three men present.
Coach Gelson carried the air of a drill sergeant during practices and weight sessions, but it was the only way he knew to get the most out of his athletes. He was imposing, a former collegiate tight end, he stood 6’3 with dark brown, close cut hair with matching goatee. His chest was a prominent shelf of solid muscle looming over his flat stomach. His huge biceps balled up as his arms moved and his tree trunk legs tensed and flexed as his weight shifted. I didn’t even need to check out his ass - I’d had hours to memorize it through his shorts at practice.
“According to Daddydick69, you also have the hots for ol’ Ed.” Mr. Calhoun chimed in, jokingly referring to himself.
“Fuck
 you’re for real? This is for real?” I was still incredulous, hardly processing that Coach Gelson just tongue kissed me. My cock on the other hand, needed no time to process, I was rock hard and throbbing in my shorts.
“You’ve earned it, buddy. We’re all so proud of you.” Dad added.
We sat there all staring at one another for a few minutes.
“Can we all get naked?” I finally asked.
“Fuck yeah!” Mr. Calhoun jumped up and pulled off his polo shirt. He’d been wearing the standard issue suburban dad “weekend uniform” a polo shirt and khaki shorts. Mr. Calhoun had a great ex-jock build. Full chest and arms of meaty muscle with the slightest of guts. The extra padding just accentuated the muscle underneath, it made him even more studly to me. His salt and pepper hair was thinning on top and his closely cropped beard was mostly silver with dark flecks - with the exception of his mustache and chin where he retained his dark hair.
His broad, powerful chest and stomach had salt and pepper fur leading down to a thick half hard cock. He tugged on it a few times before looking up at me. I’d stopped midway through taking off my shorts to watch him undress. He flashed an almost shy, self conscious grin - a rare moment of vulnerability for the normally goofy, carefree man that I knew. He wasn’t in as good of shape as Dad or Coach Gelson and now he was naked on display in front of a football jock.
“Fuck, Mr. C
 you’re so fucking hot.” I leaned in to kiss the man, and he growled into my mouth. His hands pulled my shorts free of my grip and I stepped out of them. My hands explored the expanse of his solidly muscled body, eventually finding his fully hard cock. I broke the kiss and stood back, Mr. C was an inch shy of my 6’1.
I looked around and saw Coach Gelson standing naked with a massive erection. His muscles looked as I’d imagined, coated in thick dark fur. His uncut cock was slightly curved up, long, and thick. I then turned and took in Dad. He looked like an older carbon copy of me. 6’1 with a nice muscular build, leaner than Mr. Calhoun. His thick dark hair grayed at the temples and he kept his face clean shaven.
His body fur was flecked with silver, but overall his fur wasn’t as dense as Coach Gelson’s. His thick, hung, veiny cock stood straight at a 45 degree angle. The cut head shone in the light as it leaked precum from the slit.
“Trust us, Harris, we’re just as hot for you.” Coach Gelson chimed in, calling me by my last name.
“Jocks are our favorite.” Mr. Calhoun said with a sly grin.
I grinned and sank to my knees. I’d idolized Dad my entire life, lately more than anything I wanted to have sex with him. I wasn’t going to pass it up. It was a mindfuck to wrap my lips around the throbbing cock that made me, I could tell that Dad shared my sentiment as a shudder went through his body as my tongue explored his shaft.
“Fuck, Dave, where’d you learn to suck like that?” Dad moaned. I felt the other men’s eyes on me as I tried to mumble an answer around the fleshtube poking at the back of my throat. I’d swapped suck jobs with some of my high school teammates, though none of them was hung like the men here. Other than that, I tried to emulate the countless hours of porn I’d watched.
“Kid’s a natural cockhound.” Cooed Mr. Calhoun.
Dad rocked his hips slightly, moving his swollen head against the tightness of the back of my throat. Then, suddenly, the tightness gave way and Dad’s thick member sank all the way down my gullet. My nose ground into his pubes and his dick throbbed.
“Jesus Christ! He just fucking throated me.” Dad cried out, trying to hold back his load. He rocked his hips gently plunging his dick in and out of my throat. It was then that I felt a tongue prodding between my cheeks, followed by a pair of hands prying my ass globes apart. I moaned around Dad’s big dick as he fucked back into my throat.
I could feel Dad’s cock throb harder, I could taste his precum. I looked up at my jacked, hairy father, he tossed his head back and kept face fucking me. I could feel his nuts draw up close to his shaft and I knew that I was in for his load any second. “Feed him that nut, Phil. He’s cum hungry for his dad’s load.” I heard Coach Gelson encourage. That let me know that Mr. Calhoun was the one eating my hole. It shouldn’t have been too hard to guess, Mr. C’s beard hairs were driving me crazy against my hole.
“I don’t want to cum yet, we just got here!” Dad lamented as he retracted his cock from my throat. My hand instinctively went to rub my sore jaw. Mr. Calhoun redoubled his efforts rimming my hole and I eased my ass back onto his face.
Dad backed up and slung his arm around Coach G’s naked shoulders. They looked at each other then at me with huge smiles on their faces and hard cocks between their legs. Coach Gelson reciprocated Dad’s gesture, putting his arm around Dad’s shoulders. “Harris, you ever been fucked?” Coach G asked gruffly.
“Yeah, Coach. Tommy and I mess around.” I responded, my voice cracked with lust as Mr. C kept eating my hole.
The men around me groaned. Tommy was my teammate and a stud linebacker. He was headed to Tech on a scholarship - we were destined to become rivals. It was clear that the men also had the hots for my friend.
“Just Tommy?” Dad asked, almost surprised I wasn’t getting more action. I nodded to him, as Mr. Calhoun had just penetrated me with his finger.
“Your dad says I can have the first crack at your hole, that sound good to you, Bud?” Mr. C said softly into my ear as he now pushed two fingers into me.
“Fuck yeah, Mr. C.” I groaned as he fingered my prostate. My cock ached and leaked as Mr. Calhoun fingered me from behind as Dad and Coach G looked on.
“I gotta get inside ya, Kiddo.” Mr. C murmured as he twisted his two fingers inside me. “Why don’t we take this to one of the beds?” Mr. Calhoun asked louder, for Dad and Coach G to hear also.
“Lead the way.” Dad instructed as Mr. Calhoun and I got ourselves off the floor and he led me to one of the bedrooms.
“Get on your back, Buddy.” Mr. C murmured warmly. As I laid myself down the bed, I took in his form once more. Mr. Calhoun's form was imposing, over six feet with plenty of muscular bulk. He also had a slight amount of middle aged padding. His body hair was flecked with silver, his mustache and goatee mostly retained their darker coloring while his beard and the thinning hair on his head shone mostly gray.
He was the quintessential dad next door, he was fun loving, easy going, and related well to his kids and their friends. His warm, kind nature coupled with his handsome features and ex-jock build drove me wild. He beamed down at me, proud, horny, and excited - he was like a second father to me. His bright eyes twinkled and his fat dad-cock jumped in time with his heartbeat as he slicked it up with lube.
Dad and Coach Gelson entered the room as Mr. C was raising my legs to expose my hole. “You want it? You ready for it, Bud?” Mr. Calhoun asked as I took hold of my legs. He was definitely more hung than Tommy, all three of them were. But, I’d never been more excited in my life.
“Like you wouldn’t believe. I’ve been thinking about this for years.” I murmured and Mr. Calhoun chuckled as he pressed his lubed cockhead against my tight hole. Mr. C grinned and winked at me as he began to apply pressure.
We both moaned when he finally broke through and his cockhead sunk into my hole. He paused the penetration there and ran his hands over my body. Slowly, he fed my hole more of his fat ramrod. “You’re doin’ great, Dave.” Mr. Calhoun encouraged, I noticed Dad and Coach G were watching intently.
“Fuck, you’re thick!” I hissed as more of Mr. Calhoun slid into me.
“You like it?” Dad asked from behind Mr. C. The initial penetration had hurt, but Mr. C was clearly experienced and took it slow, easing himself into me which helped greatly with my discomfort. By this time I was mostly feeling the stretch and pleasure, the discomfort had moved to the background.
“I think so.” I moaned, seeing Mr. C smile down at me.
“You’re taking it better than most.” Mr. Calhoun said as he sunk more up my ass. Better than most? I had so many questions, but I wanted to stay present and enjoy the fuck. He slowly fucked in and out, my tight guts clung to his fat cock.
My cock ached for release, but I didn’t want it to end. It jumped and bounced each time Mr. Calhoun thrust. Precum was pooling in the trenches defining my abs as Mr. C gently and skillfully fucked my ass open. “He fucking loves it.” Coach Gelson cooed as I felt him move to the bed to get a better view. Coach G looked incredible, his muscled, hairy body was on full display. And his big, hard, uncut cock was raging.
“It’s better than I imagined, Coach.” I groaned between gritted teeth as Mr. C pushed in deeper than before. Mr. C paused to let me get used to the depth he’d reached, so Coach G leaned in and kissed me. Our tongues danced and he rubbed his rough hand over my nipples and played with my chest before breaking the kiss.
I could feel the tell-tale tingling in my balls, my load was churning to be released. Mr. Calhoun’s beefy, muscled, and hairy body kept rhythmically pumping his fat dad-cock in and out of my hole. Dad whispered something into Mr. C’s ear and they both chuckled. Dad then leaned in and kissed Mr. Calhoun on the lips.
That was all it took for me to go from on edge to actively spewing thick, white ropes of hot cum. I hosed down my chest and abs with my own load as Mr. Calhoun let out a yell, my ass clamped down on his massive cock  He thrust in once more, triggering more cum to rocket out of my cock.
“Jesus Christ!” Mr. C bellowed as his cock throbbed inside me. He was dumping his load deep into my guys. “Fucking milking it outta me.” He breathed as he orgasm kept going - longer than he thought. Slowly, we collapsed into each other.
Mr. Calhoun lowered his body onto mine, my cum now covering both of us. He kissed me, our lips parted, Mr. C’s hand cradled my head as we kissed deeper. He broke the kiss, kissing down my neck before finally pulling himself off of me. By now, I was seeing stars, our quick makeout during my post coital glow and taken me to another plane.
“Thanks for that, Buddy.” Mr. Calhoun breathed, now laying next to me on the bed. His best and stomach hair was matted to his body with sweat and my cum, his cock was slowly deflating.
“That was incredible, Mr. C.” I replied, finally having caught my breath.
Dad and Coach G were still primed and ready to go. I was worried, since I’d never been fucked with anything approaching the size of Mr. Calhoun’s cock, I didn’t know if I could take them right away. “I think Dave might need a rest.” Dad said, looking from me to Coach G.
“I’m starving anyway. I’ll fire up the grill.” Coach Gelson responded. 
“I’ll help you get lunch ready. We’ll give these guys some time to get cleaned up.” Dad suggested, following Coach Gelson out of the bedroom, their hard cocks leading the way.
I laid on the bed with Mr. C for a few minutes before we said anything. “Better than you imagined, huh?” Mr. Calhoun joked, breaking the silence and referring to what I saw when he was deep inside me. 
“Yeah, Mr. C, I used to think about it all the time.” I confessed, no point in being coy after the man had fucked a load out of me, and one of his into me. “When you had us over to use the pool, I used to try and walk in on you to see your cock.” 
Mr. C laughed a deep belly laugh. “And here I thought your Dad never taught you how to knock.” Mr. Calhoun turned on his side, propping himself up on an elbow as he faced me. “You can walk in on me anytime, Dave.” His eyes shone brightly and if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought his cock was plumping up again. For a split second, I thought about hopping on for another go.
“I’d really like that.” I said before kissing the man once more. His beard tickled my face, he pulled me in closer. We made out on the bed until we heard Dad calling us for lunch.
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‘Wife doesn’t touch me after our 3rd kid.’ He responded with a picture of himself at the gym, cap pulled low, zip-up sweatshirt pulled to the side to reveal his furry, beefy, muscled body. ‘Whats ur excuse?’ Came another text.
Jake was a guy from my gym, we would give each other the “hello” nod when we saw each other, but that was the extent of our interaction. That is until the day before. Jake caught me staring at him in the locker room, he’d stripped down to his compression shorts, and I only saw the view from behind before he noticed and instinctively moved to cover up. 
I went about my workout, bummed at being caught. When I got back to the locker room, in my locker was a scrap of paper with Jake’s name and number. I immediately texted him and we exchanged compliments but kept it G rated. The next day, Jake started initiating more.
‘Same. Wife doesn’t touch me and now studs like u catch my eye.’ I replied, angling my phone to snap a picture of my bulging sweats. I was in my den doing some work, now I had sex on the brain.
‘Working out makes me so damn horny. U know anyone giving good head?’ A reply came quickly from the late-30’s father of 3.
‘I do
 me. Wife and kids are gone til late.’ I responded, then turned on my location.
‘Fuck
 for real? A stud like u?’ 
‘Get over here and find out’
Fifteen minutes later the front doorbell rang. Standing there was Jake from the gym. I stepped aside to let the man in and he quickly pushed past me. “Hey, uh, Ted.” he said, shaking my hand. He was taller than me, he was probably 6’4. I was just about 6’1, I had a more lean muscled frame, I was meticulous about my workouts. I was also a good 10 years older than Jake, I had a good amount of gray coming in and that day I hadn’t shaved.
“Hey, stud.” I said, breaking the shake and sinking to my knees.
“Here?”
“Want to get comfortable?” I asked, looking up.
“Yeah. You’re really hungry for this, huh?” 
“Usually all I can get is jock dick from the local college. You’re
 you’re a fucking stud.” I breathed, pawing at his bulge. He was going to be hung. I didn’t normally slut out like this, I was married with kids. I was used to being in control, in life and in my hook ups. There was something about Jake, his size and demeanor that drove me wild.
Jake unzipped his hoodie and found the living room couch. He slid out of his sweats, his musk from the gym was pungent, it made my cock leak. “Let me see you.” He said softly as his tugged on his thick eight and a half inch weapon. I felt like a horny teenager as I stripped. Jake’s expression changed, now dripping with lust as he looked over my built, furry chest, strong legs and thighs. “Fucking DILFs
” He groaned, my thick cock bouncing up to my hairy abs.
“I haven’t fucked anything in almost 2 years.” Jake said calmly, tugging on his throbbing cock.
“Sorry, bud, total top.” I replied, licking my lips, getting to my knees.
“Let me fuck you now and I’ll let you swallow my load whenever you want.” The hairy 38-year-old offered.
“I wasn’t looking to get fucked
” I looked up at him from between his knees. 
“I wasn’t looking to fuck, but damn, your ass. Your whole body, the DILF thing really gets me.” He pressed. I grinned at his compliments and leaned forward to swipe my tongue at his thick piece. “Just sit on my face for a few minutes, you can still suck my cock.” 
I relented, I led Jake to a bedroom and straddled his face, leaning down over his beefy furry body to throat his fat dick. I nearly choked from moaning around his cock when his tongue made contact with my hole. I hadn’t done much with my own hole, so the sensations were mostly new. I could feel his beard roughly grazing my sensitive ring.
When his tongue began prodding I started to lose track of things. I was worshiping his leaking cock while he ate my hole. I almost didn’t realize that he’d sunk a finger in me until I felt the second. I snapped to attention and turned my head around. “I couldn’t resist, Ted.” Jake said sheepishly. “Feels good though, right?” His free hand gripped my rock hard cock for effect.
“I know you’re going to let me fuck you, Ted. Don’t fight it, you want it, you crave it.” Jake finger fucked my virgin hole. “You were thinking about this when I caught you staring the other day, weren’t you, Ted?” 
“I was hoping you were hung.” I answered.
Jake chuckled. “You’re tighter than my wife, Ted. It’ll be both of our first time, I’ve never fucked an ass.” Jake was taking control, but he remained calm. His cock twitched and leaked. “Get on your back, Ted, you’re ready and I want to see your face when I breed you.” 
I groaned and complied. I moaned watching him absently feel his muscled, furry body. His huge cock glistened with lube and his beard shiny with spit. He stepped up and his cockhead was nudged against my hole. With a flex of his hips he drilled several inches in. “FUCK! EASY!” I yelped and put my hands up. Jake instantly relented and stroked my body.
“Sorry, bud, you’re so tight I just popped in.” Jake apologized. “Jesus!” I moaned when he sunk more dick into me. It felt like he was tearing me apart as he pushed more of his piece in. “You’re doing great, Ted
 fuck look how much you’re leaking.” He said as he stroked my furry pecs and my eyes started to roll back.
I felt his pubes ground up against my ass, he was all the way in. His slate eyes bore into mine. His fat virile cock was splitting me open from my ass, but the discomfort and pain was fading. What was left was the feeling of this stud’s fuckstick pushing on all my happy spots inside.
He began to withdrawal a few inches and I groaned almost sadly. “Don’t worry, it’s coming back.” Jake joked as he thrust in. My cock jolted, precum seeped out onto my furry abs. I couldn’t believe I was a married father of four kids getting fucked by some guy from the gym. And I was liking it.
“Jake, your wife is crazy. How can anyone not want this
 unnnngggghhhhh.” I managed to get out between moans. Jake laughed and fucked in harder.
“Her snatch isn’t half as good as yours. I may have to plow you after the gym every day to get my fix.” Jake breathed, feeling my pumped up muscles.
“Give me your load” I panted, like a man possessed.
“Thought you wanted it in your throat?” Jake chided.
“Anywhere you want it. My throat and ass are yours.” I groaned, my orgasm rising from my nuts.
“Fuuuuuuck!” Jake grunted, nutting deep in my bowels. He kept thrusting, pounding through his climax. He grabbed my bloated cock, unleashed torrents of steaming cum. I was yelling out as the ropes of jizz splattered over my body.
Jake fucked gently through the aftershocks before pulling out his still-hard cock. I felt some of his load leak out of my no-longer-virgin hole. That’s when we heard a stifled moan and we jolted alert, attention flying to the open door.
Ben, my oldest son, was standing there with his cock out in his hand tugging, watching. “Fuck, Dad, who is this?” He breathed, his eyes glassy with lust.
“Ben
 I
.” My throat was dry, I couldn’t speak.
“Hey Ben, I’m Jake. I know your dad from the gym.” Jake said extending his hand to shake Ben’s. They shook awkwardly. “I don’t think there’s an easy way to say this, but, I fucked your dad.” 
“I saw.” Ben said.
“And enjoyed?” Jake cocked and eyebrow, his cock still hard.
“A lot.”
“Ben
 We should talk.”
“Dad, your ass is leaking cum.” Ben said, he didn’t mean it as an insult, he couldn’t look away.
“It was your dad’s first time. Have you ever been fucked, Ben?” Jake asked with his now trademark calm friendliness. I was letting things get dangerously out of control.
“I haven’t, I’ve always wanted to.” Ben answered before I could interject. Jake smiled behind his beard.
“You have a crush?” Jake pried.
“Coach Harbor.” Ben answered, hypnotized by Jake, the beefy, furry, bull. I was still in a post fuck daze, under the spell of the taboo nature of the situation.
“Does he look anything like me?” Jake said with a genuine smile. Ben nodded shyly and I moaned. I was about to watch my son get deflowered by the man whose cum was leaking out of me. “What does he coach?” 
“Baseball.” Ben answered, his voice newly deep. The 18-year-old had really blossomed. 
“Get up there next to your dad. I’m going to lick your asshole, just pretend it's your hunky coach, alright?” 
Ben nodded and slid onto the bed next to me, I looked over at him. He reached over and grabbed my cock, I hadn’t realized I was still hard. “You’re going to love it.” I said, wishing I could have tried to discourage him. His whole body shuddered as Jake’s beard made contact with his hole. I was in his position a short time prior. “Relax, buddy.” 
He turned to me and gave me a horny smile. “You found him at the gym?”
“Yeah, he caught me staring.” I blushed, confessing to my son.
I heard Jake grunt from between my jock, son’s legs. “Your dad was hot for me.” He smiled, framed by he wet, matted spit-covered beard.
“Fuck, Dad, this is like something from a dream.” He groaned. When I looked down, Jake had two fingers digging deep into my boy. The big, beefy, furry dad from the gym was going to claim both our cherries.
“Father and son
 didn’t even know I was hot for this
” Jake growled, his cock dripping. “Take a deep breath, Ben.” Jake's deep voice reverberated and I realized he was about to penetrate my son.
Ben cried out. “Buddy
” I cooed, Jake’s hands gripped Ben’s hips. He entered the jock with more control than he did me. Ben had a hungry look in his eyes as Jake fed his ass a steady supply of big, fat, hard dad-cock. The teenager’s sturdy member throbbed, spitting out translucent precum on his pale abs.
“Even tighter than your dad, fuck!” Jake moaned as Ben’s eyes rolled back, my son was already enjoying it. “I’m glad my wife froze me out, now I got two hotter, tighter holes to fuck.” Jake murmured as he plunged his cock deep into my son.
“Dad
 He’s so big
” Ben gasped as Jake plunged his cock in and out. 
“He’s stretching you out, Son. He’s going to breed you soon.” I said dreamily, watching my oldest son get his cherry popped and pounded by this bull of a man I met at the gym.
“Got that right, you and your dad will be leaking my cum when I’m done.” Jake growled at both of us. It didn’t take anything else for Ben. Jets of scalding cum arched from his throbbing erection. He painted his face and chest, then finally his abs with his jock load.
Jake buried his fuckstick deep in my boy and unleashed a heavy nut. The furry, father of three dripped sweat as be dumping his thick load. His deep groan shook the bed, I was rock hard again. “Fucking hell!” Jake panted, sitting back on his haunches. His deflating cock slowly shrinking. “I can’t believe we did that
 That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” 
“Me too.” I moaned, still in heat.
“Fuck yeah you are!” Jake happily smirked then glanced over at Ben, who was also painfully hard. “Ted, I think you should help out your son, you were trying to suck my cock originally, weren’t you?” He clearly thought it would be hot to watch.
I couldn’t resist, Ben pleaded with his eyes, looking at his raging 8-incher then to me. I slipped to my knees, grabbed his shaft and wrapped my lips around it while making eye contact. “Dad
 fuck, you’re good.” He moaned as his jock cock pushed into my throat. I was great at sucking off jocks but my son was different. I wanted to pull the biggest load I could from him. I worked double-time as I felt his smooth tightly muscled frame.
Ben continued to moan and grunt. He didn’t seem to know where to put his hands, I was going to instruct him when I felt two fingers push into my ass. “Figured I’d give you a little help while you helped out the kid.” Jake whispered sweetly into my ear. I didn’t know what he meant until I felt his fingers find my prostate. I moaned around my son’s cock and pushed my ass back onto this near-stranger’s fingers.
My throat must have tightened, because Ben began to gush thick, hot cum. It coated my throat as he bucked his hips in and out. My cock started spasming and shooting heavy ropes into the carpet as Jake dug his fingers into my ass, milking my prostate.
We collapsed into a sweaty, cummy heap. The air was humid, thick with sex. After too long, I hauled myself to my feet. I had to open the windows and clean up the room. My wife would be home later that night and I couldn’t have the place covered in cum. Once recovered, Jake quickly gathered his things and left - not wanting to be missed by his family too long. Finally, I had to sit down with Ben and set some ground rules, this was clearly a new chapter in my life.
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This flyer was taped to every door in our frat house and Room 21 was Mick who due to this announcement is coming out of the closet. I think this has something to do with him and I doing laundry a few days ago. Unlike most of these Bros, I did not come with a lot of clothes and I hate doing laundry so I was wearing a jockstrap with the idea of washing everything I own in two loads. Towel, Sheets and Blanket included.
You gotta understand this is Saturday at 3PM I have finished three beers, and was sparking up a joint waiting to move my wash. Mick walks in to do his laundry. Shirtless, shorts and zero underwear he waited until he was out too. He hits the joint a few times as he loads up a washer. He sits down next to me to finish the joint and notices my jockstrap.
I stand to move my clothes to a dryer and he freaks over the front then he freaks over the back. I am high with a buzz and go grab another beer laughing my ass off. With help from the joint Mick was let's say having a very gay moment and not happy about it. His basketball shorts were revealing the issue as he was trying to hide it.
At the same time he is talking about doing gay stuff right now with me. My third year we have had two guys not come back and we find out later they were gay. No one has ever hit on me before this. This time Mick makes the beer run. He also stopped by his room and picked up a fifty. The offer on the table was we go in the bathroom for a look and possible touch. I broke out into a sweat. I took his fifty and fine.
The look touch feel and taste in the laundry room bathroom was extremely different for both of us. Mick turned gay before my very eyes and to my benefit and his. Then I realized I am not so drunk anymore. I did something I would never do with a lot of alcohol. I mean 6 beers and extremely horney was my only excuse. I'm poor and he paid me for sex was me admitting I will do gay stuff for money. I grabbed my clothes and ran too my room in a panic.
Repeating that did not happen that did not happen. I walk in my room throw my clothes in the closet and dive face down on my bed. My roommate who was looking at straight porn on his laptop says damn nice ass. Must be the jockstrap its never look that good before. I relax slightly replied Thanks Bro. Maybe all guys are touch gay after all. Dad said I was always behind kids my age in the sex education dept. I was happy to take a nap.
Not so happy to wake up to find Mick sitting at the foot of my bed. While staring at my butt. His legs were preventing me from standing. I asked how long he had been there. My roommate said thirty minutes. adding I got you bro. I was not going to leave you alone face down and passed out in a jock strap. You owe me. I was allowed to stand and grabbed my pile of clean clothes to fold. Finding a pair of shorts to put on. I sit on the other end of the bed with my pile of clothes between us and start folding. Mick wanted a conversation in private.
In my head I am thinking I refused to be alone or blackmailed by him. Everyone will find out at some point. I said out loud and in front of my roommate. You took advantage of my drunken state and did gay stuff to me. While I am grateful for the experience I am not interested in it happening again anytime soon. I hope we can stay friends I have nothing against gay people. So what do you want?
He say's get me high please I promise to behave. Now I feel like crap and I snag a pre rolled off my desk light and pass. During this time my roommate informs me he has a few questions. Like define gay stuff a to which I said Later.
Mick said after what happened he understands that he is gay finally. He said he was having sex with girls just because they wanted to. He couldn't say no because that would make him gay. Sex with girls was what guys do. Then he tells me called his parents and came out to them over the phone. He blamed it on seeing me in a jockstrap and going insane. His mother starts yelling at his dad. His dad starts yelling back. He then explains the first four years of his life his dad played in the minor leagues for two different teams. His dad only wore jockstraps. Until his career ended. Twisted don't you think. Be careful what you wear in front of tiny kids. Explaining he is officially out of the closet and throwing a party.
Everyone got an invitation taped to their door. My roommate and the two guys across the hall asked to borrow jockstraps for the occasion. I said to keep them. I declined the invite. If the stories are true a couple other brothers also share Mick's trigger. My roommate comes back say the guys across the hall grabbed each other jock and if weighing its contents. He ran towards the door. We have both made a pack to limit future alcohol intake until we have steady girlfriends. Discussed that maybe three years is enough. He is online looking at the costs of apartments for next year.
I did get an one room with private bath in a old converted hotel downtown and not too far from campus. First semester flew by and I am getting emails about graduating. I go to a job fair with other college options trying to find what comes next. There behind a student run Pride table was Mick. Bigger, blonder, tanner, and very happy Mick. It was a total transformation in eight to nine months. He freaked seeing me. He took a break and we walked around the fair together. He was in shared student housing four bed two bath apartments shared kitchen living room all three roommate were gay.
Mick said he did twelve weeks of mental health therapy and learned so much about himself in the process. He has taken up running. I said I have been focused on what I am doing next year. He asked if we could go to dinner and I said sure. Then he asked Tonight? I smiled and said alright. I suggested a restaurant he agreed to meet me. I walked away thinking that was just weird, but important if we could manage a friendship. Inside my head I admitted I loved him and wanted him to be happy.
I got there first because I eat there a lot and got the table I wanted. He shows up with different hair than earlier more nerdy less and surfer. All smiles. Two beers two Chicken Fajitas on salad. I get the "It gets better speech" his parents transformation to become democrats. Bio's on all three roommates. He finally said he refuse to say another word until I tell him something.
I replied fine. I asked my head to stop spinning. You need to understand I was making this up as I go. I was saying things out loud I have not rehearsed or given too much thought. Stuff in the back of my head I needed to say. Out loud with eye contact.
I would like to apologize to you. I was not that drunk. I should have have punched your lights out. Fact was I was interested in what you were suggesting. You were in those basketball shorts and begging. I am so sorry I could not admit that at the time. I never helped someone realize they were gay before including myself. It messes with my head I am afraid to have sex with anyone now.
He questions my honesty. He asked So with us that was the last time. I said yes. It does not work. Mick was convinced he was the one and only person that could fix that problem. He volunteered. He argued, Then he started to beg. So, I said Yes. I also explained my apartment was in the old building behind the restaurant. We were inside on the bed naked in less than ten minutes. We have been lovers ever since.
The moral of this story
It takes some guys longer to come out than others. Someone they can trust and love no matter what is extremely important.
Love is a magical mysterious secret superpower that humans have just waiting to make a similar connection making magic.
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Their commander was at the hospital. The news that that Jeff and Mike's surrogate was at the hospital giving birth was all over the Base. They were expecting twins. They were not expecting two sets of twins. Now the only out of the closet gay couple on base were dads to four baby boy's. While tiny everyone including the birth mom is fine. They get three months off to figure out how to do this. Along with a whole base of straight guys with kids of their own that were willing to help. A dad that is a dad is a dad no matter what your orientation is.
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I met Joseph my first year of college. I am the guy holding the camera in the picture. The question I am asking do straight guys ever have a gay thought? Or would just having a gay thought disqualify them from being straight. Most reasonable people would suggest it normal to have the thought. It is acting upon the thought that makes you gay. Some would suggest you could experiment and then decide no never mind and maintain your total straight status. So, then it comes down to a lifestyle choice. Levels of gayness. Joseph my mentor, teacher, and lover was testing boundaries of every hot man on campus. He got Josh on the right to fool around and Josh begged us to help him seduce his roommate Peter. A five hour dive to Ocean Beach and surprise three gay dudes against one.
While the details of said events would make tumblr cringe I would like to share the statistics. Over the course of my four years in college. I participated in helping seven hundred and twenty one (721) young men have their first gay experience. Out of that number seven hundred and nineteen (719) came back for seconds. Out of those Seven hundred and three are actively gay and on my contact list. I would suggest the number I keep coming back to is we profiled a total of 855 possible gay young men. Ten of those were make my roommate gay requests and totally wishful thinking. Yes we did target guys we thought would go through with it. Only One hundred and thirty four (134) guys were a absolute no.
Joseph was philosophy, a narcissistic and a gift to all confused young men. I was psychiatry and starting a thesis and writing a book about the seven hundred plus gay guys I met in college. I had zero idea what I would end up doing with all this info.
Then the Supreme Court ruled in favor of gay marriage. I did one mass email suggesting we all meet on the quad behind the student union. Over five hundred guys I has slept with met me on the quad that day. Only six people got arrested.
Next weekend we takeover a straight bar on campus.
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“I don’t know about all of that, but
 yeah, I love him.” Dad replied, softly over the phone. I could tell he meant it. “I think you’ll really love him too, Son.” 
“I’m really happy for you, Dad. I mean it.” 
“Thanks, Brad.” After a quick pause, at a lower volume. “I told him everything.” He let it hang out there.
“What did he say?”
“He was shocked and got really quiet for a while. In the end, I think he was more turned on than anything else.” 
“I’m glad that wasn’t a deal breaker for him.”
“Me too, kiddo. Listen, I have to run. But I - we can’t wait to see you!”
We hung up and I got back to work. I had exams to pass before I’d be spending the summer with Dad
 and his new boyfriend, Phil. Dad arranged for me to have an internship at the company he worked for. I was wrapping up my junior year, and being that there were limited professional lacrosse options, I had to start thinking about my future.
I wouldn’t say it had been weird between Dad and I, but there had been more distance. Dad and I started fucking around right before I went to college, after about a year, he couldn’t take the guilt and sneaking around anymore. He got divorced from Mom and transferred up to the Boston office. He since came out, and now I was finding out that his boyfriend of two months had moved in.
My phone buzzed in my pocket while I was in line to board my flight. I expected to see a text or missed call from Dad, instead the Canvas app was notifying me that my grades were in. I held my breath and waiting for them to load - all A’s and a C in one of my higher level classes. I silently cursed myself for the C as I got on the plane.
I started dragging my bags out of the Uber at the front of Dad’s building when suddenly a man appeared next to me. The doorman helped me bring in all the bags so they weren’t on the street, he had a hotel bellhop style cart ready for me. 
“You must be Brad? I’m Trevor.” The doorman said, extending his hand once we had all of my things situated on the cart.
“Hey Trevor, good to meet you.” I replied. Trevor had to be about 6’3 with a nice, lean muscular build. He had on a pair of nicely cut slacks, and a polo shirt with the building’s name on it which fit his body like a glove. He seemed to be in his late 20’s.
“Your dad said to meet him and Phil at Poppies. It’s just down the street two blocks, then a right, two more blocks, and you’re there.” He was pointing the direction down the street to take and turned his hand when he said to turn right. I was caught up in watching the muscles in his arms flex as he gestured. “Don’t worry, I’ll take your stuff up to their unit. It’ll all be waiting for you when you get back. Get the fish ‘n chips, best in town!” He must have taken my blank star as worry for my belongings. Either way, he hustled me out the door and down the street.
I mentally prepared myself during the short walk to the restaurant. I didn’t want to come off as protective or mistrusting, but I did think they were moving too fast. Dad had a great job, a senior executive at a national insurance company. I worried for him, he was new to dating life. I was in my thoughts and entered the restaurant on autopilot, only to stop when I heard Dad’s voice mutter “Shit.”
I looked up and saw Dad and Phil both up from their chairs getting the phone at the same time. They then noticed me and paused, smiling. All of the negativity I had blew out of my mind, Dad had never looked hotter. And Phil was a complete stud. I must have had a goofy grin on my face because Phil slung his arm around Dad’s shoulders and smiled like they were taking a picture before laughing and they both sprung to their feet. 
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“I’m so happy to see you, Brad.” Dad’s deep voice reverberated through me as we hugged. His solid, warm form felt perfect against me. All too soon, he broke the hug. “Brad, this is Phil.” He gestured for us to hug.
“Hi, Phil.” I stuck out my hand to shake. I may be lost in his eyes, but I kept my guard up.
“Great to finally meet you, Brad!” Phil’s eyes sparkled as he shook with a firm-but-not-too-firm grip. His voice and handsome face made my knees weak. I looked at Dad as our hands separated, I hadn’t seen him smile like this in a long time. Absent-mindedly, he scratched his gray beard.
We all sat down, Dad and Phil excitedly asked about my trip and school. “I got my grades right before the flight. All A’s except for a C.” I said dourly.
“That’s awesome, great work, Son!” Dad said, patting me on the back, a smile returning behind his gray bear, lighting up his face. His laugh lines only seemed to make his face more electric, more vibrant - when the sun caught his mostly-gray hair, there was almost something youthful about him.
“Dad, I got a C.” I repeated, looking down.
“I heard you, Brad. I’m proud of you. You took all core engineering classes this semester and you captained the lacrosse team.” I didn’t look up. “You demand too much of yourself, kiddo, no one is perfect. If it could have been done, you would have done it.” 
“Your old man tells anyone who’ll listen how proud he is of you.” Phil chimed in. Something about his voice made me smile, and I couldn’t help but notice how well his dark polo shirt clung to his body.
“Thanks.” I blushed. 
“Those grades call for a celebration. How about tomorrow night we go to that French place?” Dad said, looking from me to Phil.
“Sounds like a plan.” Phil confirmed.
We kept talking and our food came. It seemed almost natural having Phil there, but I didn’t let my guard down, I didn’t know anything about the man. Most of the focus had been on me, I tried to change it. “How did you guys meet?”
“Mutual friends.” Dad said. “When I first moved here I met a group of guys at the gay sports bar in town. I ended up becoming friends with a few of them, and about two months ago, he set us up on a blind date.” Dad explained further.
“I think we hit it off immediately.” Phil chimed in.
“That’s awesome, you both
 just knew?”
“Well, we both have been married to women, we both have kids - we both knew what we wanted.” Dad replied. I was learning a lot about Phil. It seemed like he and Dad were more similar than I thought.
“When you say it like that, it makes more sense.” We all nodded in agreement. “What do you do for work?” I asked Phil.
“I’m a VP at Main Capital.” Phil said with the confident smile of someone who was used to impressing others. It worked, I didn’t care about money per se, I just didn’t want my Dad to be taken advantage of. I looked at Dad and he smile at me before swallowing the bite of fried fish in his mouth.
We finished our meals and Phil insisted on paying. He was a skilled conversationalist who never let a lull take hold. At the same time it never seemed like inane chatter. Before I knew it, we were back at their apartment building. “Hello again, Ed, Phil
 Brad.” Trevor said with a smile as we walked past his desk. “Brad, your bags are waiting for you upstairs!” He called out as he got in the elevator.
They both had goofy grins on their faces as the elevator doors closed. I knew about what to expect, I had gotten a few tours via FaceTime, I knew his unit number was 1204, on the 12th floor. But then, the elevator passed 12, and came to a gentle stop on floor 22 - third from the top. The doors opened into a hallway with large windows on either end. There were only two doors for apartments, the whole floor was split between the two.
“What I didn’t tell you, Brad, was when Phil and I moved in together, we bought this apartment together.” Dad explained with a hopeful look on his face. I was stunned, I knew that Dad had a great job and was pretty wealthy, I didn’t expect this.
“It had just come on the market when Ed asked me to move in.” Phil said, as if it just made sense to buy a penthouse apartment.
The place was massive, they had it set up as 2 bedrooms, 3.5 baths, an office for each of them, a den, living room, dining room, and a nice kitchen. They had obviously converted some of the bedrooms for other use. “Whattaya think?” Dad asked and I became aware of my silence.
“This place is incredible! I didn’t know you could afford something like this.” I said offhand, I’d grown up strictly middle class even though my Dad always had high powered jobs.
“Your mom liked to save. She didn’t grow up with anything so she penny pinched. Trust me, Brad, I know what I’m doing. I’ve done well for myself, and so has Phil. I’m not in this alone and we aren’t in it for each other’s money.” Dad replied as if reading my mind. He was firm but not angry. From then, I put those thoughts out of my mind. I trusted Dad and his judgment, plus he was happy.
I let myself relax, I flopped down on the big oversized sectional sofa and put my feet on the coffee table. “I can get used to it.” I said with a smile.
“That’s more like the Brad I’m used to.” Dad said, relief in his voice. 
“I’m going to have a beer, want one?” Phil suggested.
Dad and I agreed and put the Nats game on. We spent the afternoon relaxing watching baseball. Phil told me about his kids, a son, 24 and a daughter, 22. He played football in college, it was clear from his build and how he carried himself that he was an athlete.
“Ed tells me you’re something of a star athlete yourself.” Phil responded to my prying.
I started shaking my head no before Dad jumped in. “Academic All-American, lead the league in goals, captain the team
” He started listing off my accomplishments and I blushed, sinking back into the couch.
“Speaking of that, I need to join a gym to keep up with the summer program.” I said, taking a sip of beer.
“We’ll have to show you around, we have a great gym on the 19th floor.” Phil suggested.
“The 19th floor is like the ‘clubhouse’ for the penthouses. There’s a huge gym, a lap pool, a big outdoor area with a pool, space for yoga, a bar lounge area for parties. You name it, they got it. Only residents of floors 20 and up have access.” Dad further explained. It was a 26 floor building, so only the top 6 floors, I guessed 12-16 units, had access. There was a twinge of discomfort at the display of wealth and privilege, but the excitement it caused outweighed that for the time being.
We got carried away with the beers, by the time the game ended, we were feeling it. Too buzzed to cook anything, we ordered out for dinner. 
“Hey, Trev!” Dad said, opening the door to let Trevor in with the food. Trevor walked in with two bags heavy with chinese food. 
“Smells delicious, guys!” Trevor said as he set the bags on the kitchen island. “Been having a good day?” Trevor asked, seeing the empty beers.
“A few beers with the game.” Dad replied, the alcohol creeping into his voice. 
“The best kind.” Trevor responded. “Take care, gents, I’m about to clock out. If you need anything else tonight, Angie is on.” He added as he left, closing the door behind him.
We devoured the food before half drunkenly putting on a movie. It wasn’t long before we went to bed, one by one. The next day, I was up extra early, going to bed early will do that. Luckily for me, Dad was awake as I made my way out to make myself some coffee.
“How’d you sleep, Sport?” Dad asked, sipping his coffee and scrolling the Wall Street Journal on his iPad. “If you don’t like that mattress we have the other one in storage we can swap out. We didn’t think it made sense to have two spare rooms, plus now we have the den.”
“No, Dad, the bed was great. I slept like a rock.” I blew on my coffee before sipping.
“Great.”
“Can you show me the gym? I like to get it in early.” I asked.
“Sure, kiddo. Can I finish my coffee first?” Dad flashed a look of mock exasperation on his face. His handsomeness, even just waking up, made my stomach flutter.
“Of course, Dad.” I smiled and scrolled on my phone.
20 minutes later we were on the 19th floor, it somehow was bigger and more impressive than Dad described. The gym had everything, and the amenities went on forever. Dad went back upstairs to have breakfast as I lifted weights in the gym. I was drenched in sweat when I finally finished, we were always instructed to push ourselves in our prescribed summer strength and conditioning programs. Our coach would tell us that the offseason is when you get bigger, stronger, and faster.
I walked outside and was met with the still crisp morning summer air. I found myself at the outdoor pool. There was no one around, so I stripped off my sweaty shirt and kicked off my shoes and socks before jumping in. The cold water enveloped me, jolting my senses before I adjusted. I swam around for a few minutes letting my muscles cool in the water before getting out and sitting to enjoy the view from 19 stories up.
The sun was starting to get warm and my stomach was rumbling, so I headed back upstairs. I didn’t bother to put my shirt back on as I thought the odds of running into anyone so early at such an exclusive part of the building were low. 
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“Morning, Brad.” Phil said as I entered the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks and nearly swallowed my tongue. Phil was sitting at the kitchen counter having coffee, shirtless. Not only was this salt and pepper hunk handsome, but he was built. He maintained his hairy ex-jock built impeccably. It was only after a few seconds that I felt his gaze on my bare chest and midsection. He smiled back at me.
“I gotta go
 shower.” I mumbled before heading down the hall to my room and bathroom. I headed down the hall and ran into Dad who was getting dressed directly from the dryer - the laundry nook was directly across from my room. He stuck his head around the corner, he was wearing sweatpants and no top, revealing that he too had kept himself fit. If anything, it looked like Dad had packed on a pound or two of muscle.
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“Good workout, Sport?” Dad asked as I squeezed past him nearly drooling.
“Great
” I said as I opened my door. As I turned to close my door, I saw Dad look down the hall, giving Phill an “I don’t know” look as if to say, “teenagers” even though I was 21 years old. I kept the shower cold, enjoying the shock - similar to the pool. It cleared my head, I felt better afterwards and made myself breakfast.
Dad left a note that he and Phil had errands to run and then were going to hit the gym. He said to meet back in time for dinner that night. I took the opportunity to explore the city. Boston was bustling in the early summer, the humidity hadn’t become oppressive causing the residents to flee for the beach. I walked around for a few hours, getting the lay of the land before going back to the building to relax. 
Dinner came and went. We ate at a nice but not fancy French bistro, the food was delicious and the wine was flowing. After dinner we walked around and stopped at a few bars for drinks. Once again, we quickly found ourselves more than a little drunk. I couldn’t help but notice how hot they both were. Each in some variation of the weekend dad uniform of a polo tucked into pants or shorts. Only theirs were fitted and tailored to their bodies, hugging all of the right places.
It was then that I realized I hadn’t gotten off since the night before I got here. I pushed that thought away as fast as I could. Dad suggested we have a nightcap on the deck on the 19th floor and we all agreed.
We sat out on the deck in the summer breeze looking over the city. A bottle of whiskey sat on the table in the middle of us, before I knew it, it was half gone. “Cold?” Dad asked me. I didn’t realize I’d been shivering. The sun had been down for awhile now, and without the heat from the blacktop, it had gotten chilly. I nodded yes.
“Let’s head up.” Phil offered.
“Or
 we could take a dip.” Dad slipped in.
“It’s already pretty chilly, Ed, I don’t thi - oh, oh, the hot tub?” Phil connected the dots.
Dad shrugged, “No one ever uses it. You game, Brad?” 
“Should I run and grab us suits?” I offered to go upstairs and retrieve them. 
“I think we can go in our skivvies. You aren’t going without are you?” He asked.
“You think that’s alright?” I was surprised at how free Dad seemed to be.
“We live here, it’s late, and no one will find out.” Phil said reassuringly.
“Far be it for me to be the wet blanket.” I threw my hands up and we walked over to the pool area. We all watched each other strip down to our underwear. Dad and Phil were wearing similar dark colored briefs, I was wearing dark boxer briefs. There was a playful drunken tension in the air as we slowly got into the hot water. Dad and Phil exchanged a series of looks, instead of deciphering, I let a wave of drunkenness wash over me.
“Your dad wasn’t exaggerating when he told me how handsome you were.” Phil broke the silence and my reverie. “And your body
 I can’t beli -”
“Phil!” Dad said in a loud whisper with a concerned look on his face. “I told you I didn’t get the chance to talk to-” It was my turn to cut someone off.
“Dad
 Phil
 “ They stopped bickering and looked at me. “Are you wanting to mess around?”
“Brad, it’s
 “ The alcohol was making Dad struggle for the words. “No pressure, Son.” 
“I never wanted to stop, Dad. Still don’t. And, Phil
 I mean
 Goodman!” I was also struggling against the drunks to find the words.
“So, we take this party upstairs?” Phil suggested.
Everyone eagerly agreed, we grabbed our clothes and wrapped ourselves in some towels. On the way, I couldn’t help but notice how their briefs clung to their buns and packages. Once in the apartment, Dad marched down the hall toward their room, turned and pointed at me. “Get your butt in there, mister!” He said with mock harshness. I paused to let my eyes linger on his chest and the silver hairs coming to the thicket of fur that covered his large and defined pecs. “I’ve got some hole to stretch.” He playfully smacked my ass as I walked past.
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I was so excited I thought I was going to burst. “Up on the bed, all fours.” Dad instructed and I happily complied. I slid off my undies and hopped on their king size bed. Almost instantly, I felt his tongue on my hole. He bathed it and my ass trench before backing off and kneading my cheeks. Only then did he pry them apart and dig his tongue in.
Dad had always excelled at eating ass, but now he was on another level. The energy and skill with which he attacked my ass took my breath away. It was only some time later, after I felt his finger poke at my hole that I remembered this was only foreplay. Dad quickly was able to get two fingers in - after the tongue fucking he gave me, my hole was more relaxed than ever. 
“Flip over, Sport.” Dad breathed, he was catching his breath and sweaty from the oral assault he executed on my hole. My cock throbbed as I first sat down then laid on my back. I saw that Phil had dragged a chair over and was sitting across from us, watching and stroking a massive cock. He winked at me. 
“Fucking hot, Brad! Can’t wait to watch your Dad breed you.” There was something about the way his deep voice said those words that made my cock twitch and dribble out more precum. By now, Dad was positioning his cock at my hole. As he penetrated, I remembered how well endowed the man was. My hole stretched around his thick cock as he slid in.
“Jesus! I forgot how nice this is!” Dad growled when he bottomed out. I could feel my innards gripping him tightly. He slowly started rocking back and forth, gently working out my natural resistance. I clawed at his hairy muscled body, wanting to feel every inch as he was more than 8 inches deep in me. “Fucking tight jock hole.” He muttered as my ass relented and he could begin to thrust.
It had been too long since we’d done this. Now I was going to be living here all summer! I held my legs closer to my chest and Dad was able to lean into it more. All too soon, “Jesus! Fuck!” I knew Dad was nutting in me. He rode out his orgasm with long, deep, strokes. A look of exhausted bliss washed over his face as sweat dripped through his chest hair. The veins in his arms and shoulders bulged and he started to pull out.
I didn’t blame him for nutting early, it had been over a year since I’d been fucked, I knew I was extra tight. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get off, Dad shot me an “I’m sorry” look before Phil chimed in. “May I be of service?” He stood from the chair, hard cock standing in front of him. He was slightly bigger than Dad, both girth and length. He had a few prominent veins in the side of his shaft leading up to a nicely defined head. “I don’t want to get in the middle, though.” 
Dad stifled a laugh when he saw my eyes light up. “I don’t think you need to worry.”
I looked over at Phil, standing, hulking over the bed now. His body, thickly muscled and covered in dark, dense fur. His normally neatly trimmed and styled salt and pepper hair and beard were tussled from the day. His cock was so hard and red that it almost looked angry. “Phil, fuck me
 please.” I said, still holding my legs up and Dad moved to the side. I got a rush, feeling free
 and a little slutty. Dad looked almost proud, still glowing from his nut.
Phil hooked his arms under my knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Dad’s boyfriend slicked up his cock and flexed his knees to line it up with my ass hanging off the edge. He held my legs and Dad held his cock as he pushed into me. “Fuuuuck.” They moaned in unison as Phil sunk into my freshly seeded hole. Dad pawed at his boyfriend’s flesh as they made out. Phil methodically sunk his cock in before almost painfully slowly pulling back. Dad’s used dick started to look more alive again.
“Phil
” I moaned, he broke the kiss with Dad. “Fucking big.” They both laughed and he picked up the pace a little. Dad kept groping him as he kept fucking me.
“I love jock tail. Your Dad wasn’t lying when said your’s was the best.” He put his strong hands on my hips and pulled them up, lifting them off the bed slightly. He changed the angle and leverage, he could get deeper this way. To keep my drunken balance, I had to grip the edge of the bed. My eyes started to roll back and my balls started to tingle - he was going to fuck the cum out of me.
It took Phil and Dad a minute to realize what was happening. My muscles started tensing and my groans became almost desperate. “I can’t believe it. Fuck him, Phil! Fuck the cum outta him!” Dad encouraged his boyfriend.
“Seed for me, boy!” Phil grunted, thrusting harder. “Cum for me!” Sweat rained down from Phil, his muscles pumped and flexed, his body hair was matted and damp. His cock stretched my hole, fucking Dad’s load deeper and deeper into me. I wanted Phil to add his.
I cried out as my cock exploded. My cum felt scalding hot as it erupted in thick white ropes, arching over my head. “Fuck yeah!” Dad moaned, kneeling over me on the bed fisting his throbbing cock. A deep gutteral sound from within Phil let me know that he was loading me up, fucking me deep throughout his nut. More and more cum blasted from my cock as Dad unloaded on my chest, adding his steaming jizz to mine. 
Phil pulled out his deflating dad-cock and sat on the floor, breathing heavily. I let my legs fall down and slowly sat up. My hole felt open and my legs felt wobbly. Dad lay in a sweaty mess near the foot of the bed. It wasn’t until I stood up that I remembered how drunk we were. I stumbled to the kitchen and chugged some water. I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge before stumbling to my bathroom to shower. 
The next thing I remembered was waking up in my bed. My mouth was almost painfully dry and tasted like stale whiskey. I stifled the momentary urge to puke before reaching for the still mostly full Gatorade at my bedside to get the taste out of my mouth. My urine was dark yellow, indicating my dehydration. 
The apartment seemed extra bright as I cautiously made my way to the kitchen, desperate for caffeine and Advil. “Not such an early riser this morning?” Dad quietly joked, sipping on coffee with a Gatorade next to him and the Advil open. He was clearly feeling the hangover too. “Brad, about last night.”
“Dad.” I held my hand up. “It was hot, let's leave it at that.” I reached for the coffee. 
“Brad, I’m your father, I have to look out for you and make sure you’re ok.” I tried to say something but Dad held up his hand. “Let me talk, Son. I’m to tell you
 I want you to know that you staying here isn’t dependent on anything happening between you and me, or you and Phil. You are always welcome here, no matter what.”
I waited an extra beat. “You’re done?” He nodded. “Dad, I know. I don’t feel pressured into anything, I didn’t feel pressured last night. You’re such a stud and Phil, is
 well incredible. I know I can say ‘no’, blah, blah, blah. We can enjoy it, right?” 
“Right.” We clinked our Gatorades together, I downed a few Advil, and took a swig from my bottle of sports drink.
“What’d I miss?” Phil said, emerging from their room, bare chested in shorts, squinting against the bright sun of the morning, making a beeline to hydration, caffeine, and headache relief.
“Oh, nothing. Brad was just telling me how much fun he had last night.” Dad joked, elbowing me in the ribs. I thought about my sore, puffy hole and smiled.
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