Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2016 03:47:03 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dad's a player

Dad's a player

I was under the impression we weren't going to do this anymore. Apparently
dad had other ideas. Showing up at my condo, using his key to get in while
I was at my internship. He got me a condo off campus, perks of being a
spoiled rich kid. He said he wanted to be able to hang out with me and get
away from mom from time to time.

I, of course, knew better. You see, he also wanted a place to bring younger
guys to fuck while I was gone. Sometimes he brought them over while I was
there.  I remember times when I couldn't study because of the noise, the
moans and yelling of the latest fuck, the knocking on the wall from the
headboard while he railed some kid he had picked up online, almost always
some closeted frat boy or jock with daddy issues who didn't want anyone to
know he liked to get fucked and couldn't resist the mature, fucking
handsome as hell, built like a brick wall man that is my dad.

Although I never really talked about it openly with him at first, I knew I
was gay when I was 14. I hid it well.  I was really athletic, into
football, baseball and wrestling. I now wrestle at the collegiate level,
that's how I got my scholarship.

Dad was in love with my mom as far as i could tell.  I had no reason to
think otherwise. He gave off no hints that he was into dudes. I think he
knew about me all along but just didn't care.  I dated girls but never got
serious.  I had a thing going my senior year with another wrestler on my
team.  He was my first kiss, my first blow job and my first fuck. He would
never shut up about how hot my dad was but then that was the reaction of
all the girls at school too.  Always asking if my dad was coming to
matches, or football games, school events.  It became annoying after a
while.  But then, look at him. When you own a big chain of fitness clubs,
you have all the time to workout, you're gonna stay hot longer than most 48
year old guys. I admit I always thought he was hot. Many times I fantasized
about him growing up, his perfect body, the way his clothes fit, snug and
fitted. His handsome face, slowly graying hair, square jaw. I saw it all
every day and he just kept getting hotter as he got older. I'm lucky to
inherit his build and his handsome looks. I'm definitely my father's son.

I found out about dad's affinity for a nice ass a few years back when I
stopped off at the condo to grab my singlet and shoes before a match.  Dad
was here to watch and then stay the night.  I walked in the condo to hear a
series of grunts coming from his room upstairs. I distinctly heard my dad
spewing fuck talk. "Fuck yeah.  Take that cock." I immediately thought he
was having an affair with some chic he met. It's not hard for him to pick
someone up, I'm sure. He was a huge flirt. I wasn't surprise he would fuck
around. He just seemed like the type.  I didn't even know he was here yet.
I thought he was going straight to the match from work.

I was so uncomfortable, I just wanted to get out quietly without his
knowing I was there.  I snuck into my room, grabbed my gear and was heading
towards the front door when I heard it. It made me stop in my tracks. A
deep voice, out of breath, groaning and growling, "Fuck me! Don't stop!
Right there, right there!" That's when I noticed two pairs of jeans strewn
on the living room floor, socks, two pairs of underarmour briefs , a polo
shirt and a t-shirt piled on the couch and a couple pairs of trainers on
the floor next to the chair. I looked to the coffee table and a ball cap
with greek letters on the front, was laying upside down.

I stayed frozen.  I couldn't move. More sex noise coming from behind the
door. Dad's baritone voice echoing and the sounds of slapping flesh. "Come
on, boy, take that cock. Good boy. Such a good boy. You like that? Huh?"
The answer to the question muffled, obviously from a face being smashed
into a pillow.

I quietly stepped up to the door. I took the door knob and ever so quietly,
open the door. I doubt if they would have heard it anyway, I cracked it
open and my dick got instantly hard.  There was my dad, on the back of a
muscular, tan guy , maybe 18, bent over on all fours. He had his head in
the pillow and was gripping the sheets above his head with white knuckled
fists. The kid's muscles where flush and sweaty. His chest flat on the bed,
his smooth, round ass hiked up in the air to receive my dad's cock with
whatever rough pounding dad saw fit to give him.  Dad had one arm extended
forward, his hand on top of the kid's head pushing it down into the pillow
as he thrust hard into the muscular ass under him.

Dad looked so fucking sexy. Big, tan, ripped body taking what he wanted,
dominating a guy equal in size and just about as tall from what I could
tell. His dazzling white teeth clenched, veins pumped all over his body as
he took control and made this kid his bitch. "There you go, little
bitch. Look at you. Fucking bent over and taking a cock like a bitch.
You're my fucking bitch. You know that?  You're mine.  Tell me.  Say it!"
He slapped the kids head and gave a rough thrust into his ass. "Yes! yes!
I'm your bitch, dude. I'm just a fucking bitch.  Don't stop fucking me!" My
dad smiled and gave a slap to his ass. He laughed out loud. "Yeah you are,"
he leaned forward and hissed into the kid's ear, "Don't worry baby, I'm
about to unload my boys into this so tight, warm, hungry ass. Carry my boys
in your gut, baby boy. Use it as fuel when you lift, get bigger."

Dad reeled up and back, started to really punch it, fast and hard. He
thrust forward and stopped, i could see his ass flexing in and out. He let
out a horrific sounding noise from his lungs and proceeded to flood that
muscle ass with his cum. The kid was moaning quietly and whimpering, "Yeah,
man.  Fill me up. Give me that load."  Dad slowed down his pumping. Out of
breath he lay forward on the kid's thick muscular back.  The kid put his
ass down and his legs stretched out behind them. Dad was now flat, resting
on top of the muscle jock.  He kissed the kid's cheek. "There ya go
kid. Told you I was going to take care of you. You've got a few loads in
you, babe." He tuned the boy's head and kissed him on the lips.  "You're
going to feel me inside you for the rest of the day and night. When you're
with your girl tonight, you'll have the cum of another man swimming in your
gut. You'll fuck her but you'll be hard only because you're thinking about
me. You'll look down at her pussy and remember when you were in her shoes,
being fucked like you will be fucking her. She'll never know what a pussy
you are for cock."  The kid was silent.  His brain was working over time
trying to process everything my dad just said.

Dad rolled off of him. The kid immediately got off the bed and headed to
the bedroom door.  Without looking back, "I gotta go." He was obviously in
shock and couldn't put together all the pieces of what just happened and
what to do next. He hadn't intended on any of this. He now had to
contemplate his new experience with guy on guy sex. The thought of knowing
he just put out for another man was too much and now questioned his
masculinity which scared the shit out him.

The kid shot through the bedroom door.  I had no time to hide.  He opened
the door and ran into me, standing there, the same surprised look on my
face.

"What..." He looked back at my dad. Dad was lying on his side, stroking his
cock. He turned back to me. "Who the fuck are you?" The kid asked, suddenly
angry and also a little high pitched. He turned to my dad. "Wow, really? Is
he your next fuck? Shit, dude.  You don't waste time do you? Got them all
lined up, huh?"

Dad grabbed a sheet and pulled it over himself. He face was one of shock
and awe.

The kid looked me up and down. "You know, he's a player. He's just gonna
fuck you and forget you, dude." He said angrily. "Until out of the blue you
get a text from him - WE'RE FUCKING- BE HERE IN 10." He sounded hurt and a
little jealous. Apparently this wasn't his first time with dad as I had
thought. He looked me up and down again. "But i have to give him credit,
nice choice." He said to my dad.  He then sauntered over to pick up his
clothes as if he just didn't get caught with a dick in his ass. He pulled
on his jeans and picked up a pen off the coffee table, "Here's my number,
text me. Hope you're a top. " He wrote his digits on a magazine cover. He
picked up his hat and pulled down onto his dark brown hair.  It made his
square jaw and his all-american good looks stand out. He finished dressing,
grabbed a back pack sitting next to the door.  He opened the door and
turned to look at me, "By the way, he hates condoms." With that he slammed
the door.


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