Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2016 21:59:11 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Too Hot

Dad's Too Hot

Part 1

"Seriously, dude? You had to wear the same suit as me?" Christ, he has no
shame.

"You bought them for me, DUDE.  I didn't know you were wearing the same
pair.  You left the room before I did. I like em, I bought a pair in blue
too." He smiled as he playfully snapped the waistband.

"Go change."

"You go change." He laughed.

"We're in Palm Springs. I'm here to get laid. It's weird we're wearing the
same suit. Do me a solid and change, please?"

"It's all part of the plan. You're just jealous because you're afraid your
old man is going to get more ass than you."

I rolled my eyes and watched as he slowly sank down the steps into the
pool. That fucker. He knew what he was doing,

____________________________________________________________________

Having an extremely hot dad can be really great and really bad. Sure it's
great to see all the heads turn when we're out and about. But then it sucks
when all the attention is on him and not me.  Who am I? I look just like
him for fucksake. We had the same brown hair, same piercing blue eyes, same
insane muscled bodies.

Sure he's bigger but come on, I'm no slouch. Every dude and every chic I've
dated loses their mind when they meet him. It doesn't help that he's
bisexual like me and a huge flirt with all the people I've dated. I swear
they date me just to be around him. It's the way he carries himself.  Very
confident.  Very masculine.  Very intimidating.

I know he's bisexual only because I walked in on him nailing my best friend
one afternoon when he thought I was at school and on MY bed. I didn't even
know my buddy was into dudes. But there he was, on his back, legs spread
like a whore, taking my dad's hard fuck like a pro.

I was pissed and turned on all the same time. My dad, quiet, brooding,
always the epitome of masculinity, actually going to town on dudes. I was
so shocked but I was also relieved.  I had never told dad I was into dudes
too. It was easy to get away with.  He was always working long hours,
business trips, kind of kept to himself but not too much that he wasn't a
great dad. He is very supportive and encouraging in everything I do. He
coached my summer baseball games.  He trained me to excel in football. He
was proud when I got into his alma mater and joined his old frat.

Coming home unannounced from college to do some laundry and finding my dad
balls deep in my best friend on MY bed was the open door I needed to
finally be honest with him.

I couldn't look away, couldn't stop staring. My dad was on his knees,
holding up my best friend's legs and rutting into him fast and hard. My
buddy was grunting so loud it's no wonder they didn't hear me walk
in. Dad's muscles were tensed and flexing, his amazing looking ass, plump
dimpled cheeks, flexing in and out with every thrust into the waiting
hole. My buddy's tan muscular legs, toes pointed, straining, every muscle
fiber visible. His handsome face looking up at my dad, focused on his eyes
and grunting deep breathy grunts.

I think my buddy was more upset than my dad when he looked over to see me
standing there in the doorway, me looking like a dumbass, with my mouth
open, eyes wide and my body frozen to the spot.

He pushed my dad off, quickly rolled off the bed and furiously looking for
his pants. My dad was surprised but not embarrassed, more like amused. From
the smirk on his face, then looking down and shaking his head, he was just
amused because he got caught, as if he knew eventually he would.

My buddy, Devon, put on his pants and t-shirt, grabbed his shoes and
scurried past me, head down, muttering to himself, "fuck, fuck, fuck," out
the door, down the stairs and left.

Dad stood up, then bent down and pulled on his gym shorts, still
smirking. His body was flushed and sweaty, his dick still hard."

"I take it you didnt make it to Crossfit today." I said, looking down,
running my hand though my hair and down to the back of my neck, rubbing it
as if I had a cramp. I couldn't look him in the eye.  I didn't how how to
react.

Dad slid on his t-shirt, at least a size to small. "No, I didn't. As you
can see I was...detained." He chuckled then stopped when he saw my serious
expression.

"I don't... I didn't know..." I stammered.

"No, no one does. Well except for..."

"I know, I know. Dad, my best friend?  I didn't even know he was gay."

"Well in his defense he says he's not."

"Yeah, I think he needs to rethink his preferences. He sounded like he was
enjoying it a little too much. He's got a fucking girlfriend."

"Yeah, we all do." He said smug. He was not taking this seriously at all.

Dad sat down on the bed, facing me. "Look, I'm sorry, Jake. It just
happened and I didn't think you would care."

"Wait, why not?"

Dad took a deep sigh and leaned back, put his hands back behind him on the
bed, his muscled arms supporting him as he gave me a half smile.

"Jake." He paused as if I was supposed to know what he was thinking.  But I
didn't.

"What?"

"Come on. You know."

I looked at him confused. He rolled his eyes, leaned forward and folded his
arms against his massive chest. His t-shirt was stretched and straining to
contain his shoulders and lats.

"Jake, I'm not stupid. You don't think I know you're bi?"

"Huh? What? What are you..."

"Stop. It's ok, slugger. You can be honest with me."

I took in a deep breath, collected the air in my cheeks and blew out hard
as if defeated. I shrugged my shoulders, the cat was out of the bag.

"Ok. I admit it." Then turning sarcastic, "I like dick. There, now you
know."

"Jake, you just caught your dad boning your best bud. I think I'm ok with
you `liking dick'."

I walked over to the bed and bounced down beside him. He put his hand on my
shoulder and gave me a pat. "You wanna talk about all this?"

I turned and looked at him.  Damn, the fucker was so handsome. I just can't
stay mad at him.

"I'm still in shock."

"It's cool.  When you're ready."  He started to get up.  I grabbed his
shoulder and pulled him back down.

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long have you been fucking my best friend?"

He stared at me for a few seconds, took a breath, "Awhile."

"Awhile? What the fuck is `awhile'?"

"Geez Jake, what makes the difference?"

"How long?" I asked again.

He paused. "Two years."

"What? Two years? I've only known him for two years."

"When I helped you move into the frat, he was there moving in as
well. There was an instant connection. I slipped him my card, he called
immediately. I met him for coffee and the next thing I know I was fucking
him in the back seat of the Navigator."

"So you met him on day one and you've been boning him ever since?"

"Yep. A few times a week."

We sat there in silence for what seemed like 10 minutes but it was only
seconds.

"Ok. Ok, I get it.  I'm one to talk. I pretty much sneak around too. It's
just that he is really good at covering his tracks. I didn't suspect
anything.  He's always with some girl."

"Yeah he told me he would tell you he was out on a date or some excuse when
we would meet up for a fuck."

I started to laugh a little. Thinking back on all those times he would come
back to the frat, exhausted and looking fucked out. He would even tell me
stories of the fantastic sex he was having with his girl.

Then I started to put it all together.

"Wait, tell me this. He went away for spring break without me because he
said he was spending it with family. You were gone that same week on
business because you let me have the house that week. Was he with you?"

"Yeah. I sort of took him to Vegas."

I laughed out loud. "That mother fucker!" My father started laughing too.

I became quiet and my look was mischievous, "I gotta ask. If this is too
weird you don't have to answer. What did you guys do? Is he just a little
bitch in bed? I bet he is." I was laughing so hard as I said it, it was
almost unintelligible.

Dad had a devious smile. "Such a bitch." He said as he actually fist bumped
me. "Slugger, that kid loves to get fucked. After taking it in the ass for
two years, he's a pro. I can go as hard as I want now. We were in the hotel
room for five seconds and he's already bent over the bed and ready to get
fucked. When I first met him he was so scared like a little kid. He was so
nervous and thought he wasn't a real man anymore because another dude was
unloading inside his ass. Two years later and he can't get enough. Still a
masculine, cocky SOB but not when he's getting railed."

"Damn.  I would have never known."

"You see the way he's built. He's 210 lbs of solid muscle.  You've seen
that meaty butt. He actually brags to me, tells me he's built to be
fucked. Sorry, you tell me that and I'm taking full advantage and fucking
you hard. He loves older guys too so I guess I'm the lucky one."

"He likes older GUYS, plural?"

Dad chuckled. "Oh yeah. He sees a hot older guy, I swear you see his
hormones raging. He takes every single dude like a pro."

"Wait. You've watched?"

"Jake, a week in Vegas and alot can happen. All he wanted to do was get
fucked. We met up with some guys at a club and went back to the room and
that little bitch was in hog heaven. Give him a sniff of poppers and man,
you ain't seen anything until you've seen that gorgeous boy getting
spit-roasted. He loves it. He took at least six loads that night."

This was surreal.  Talking to my dad about sex with dudes. Its just
something I never fathomed would happen.

"What about you, Slugger? If you're anything like me, I know you're getting
tail."

I chuckled, "So weird, you calling me slugger while we're talking about
fucking dudes."

"Well I've been calling you that since you were five. It's natural."

"Yeah, whatever.  I mess around.  I've got a few fuck buddies. It depends
on what I want that night. Sometimes I'll take a girl home and fuck her,
sometimes I'll hook up with a dude and bang him. It's just depends."

"You like older or younger?"

"Doesn't matter.  They just have to be hot. They have to be masculine and
jacked. Muscle is a must. I meet most guys at the gym.  That way we both
know what we're getting."

"Yeah me too. I prefer younger although I have been with older guys, my
age. The gym is my hunting grounds as well. Crossfit not so much."

Dad and I were really bonding.  I've never actually heard him talk so much
at one time. He's just a quiet, reserved guy. It was really awesome to talk
so openly for once.

I stare at the ceiling as I lay back flat on the bed. "I fucking love a
nice ass. I nice, round, bubble butt."

Dad lay back too and put his hands behind his head. "I love a nice ass
too. Nice legs and ass almost make up for an average face."

"You get alot of ass, don't you? You have to. You look incredible and
you're only 39. You know people always think you're my older brother?"

"Well I have to say, keeping it tight has done wonders for my sex life." He
paused again. "Yeah." He thought. "Yeah i do get alot of ass." He giggled.

"Is that why you and mom got divorced?"

"Not entirely but it was part of it. She knew I was bi, but she thought it
was just thoughts, not actions. I started fucking guys in college before I
met her."

"Like father, like son."

"Well look at us. We were blessed with good genetics. Plus it's hot to me
that people think we are brothers. You know how easy it is to get laid when
they find out two guys are related?"

"I never thought of it."



"There are a set of twins in Boston, rowers at Boston College. I met them
on a business trip.  We hook up every time I'm in town. They love to 3 way
with each other.  I saw them one day when i was out running. They liked my
running tights." Dad winked at me. " I spent two days fucking the shit out
of them.  They told me they can basically get who they want. They're
fucking beautiful and they know it. It's amazing how many guys go nuts for
incest."

Both of us were rock hard. I could see that we both matched up on dick
size. We both started to rub our dicks through the fabric of our shorts.

"You top or bottom?" He asked, still looking up.

"Top. I tried bottom once.  I'd rather top.  I like being in control.."

"Damn, you are my son." He laughed. "I tried to bottom once too. I didn't
like it either."

"Huh.  Father and son, both tops. What are the odds?" I said joking.

"Jake?"

"Yeah?"

We were still looking up at the ceiling, on our backs, each with one hand
rubbing our cocks.

"You know what would be hot?"

"What?"

"You and me. Take a trip to Palm Springs."

"Yeah? Why is that hot?"

"Think about it. You and me, walking into a gym or a club, we could have
anyone we wanted. We would be drowning in cum."

I thought about it for a second.  All I could think about was how
incredibly hot that would be.  I've always thought my dad was the most
handsome, most beautiful man in the world. Seeing him fuck another guy
would be amazing.

"Dad, I think that would be the most amazing trip ever."

"Sweet. I'll make the reservations. I know a good gay resort."

"Damn, dad. You get around."

"Well son, when I travel, I'm kind of a slut." He said as he turned his
head and looked at me.

"Apparently."

"If we go, are you going to slut out with me, slugger?"

"Oh I think I can do that for you, Dad" Once again we fist bumped. "Is this
going to be weird between us? I mean we're basically talking about tag
teaming dudes together. Is that weird?"

"Only as weird as you make it. I just see it as two very hot guys using our
talents to find and fuck some dudes. It doesn't have get weird. Tell you
what, lets make a pact. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do
and you tell me the minute you are uncomfortable."

"Deal."

"Although, I would be lying if didn't say I think you are the most
beautiful man I know. So proud of you, son. You've grown into a very hot
man. You've been the best son anyone could want."



"Dad, no one holds a candle to you. You're amazingly good looking. You're
body is crazy hot. Seeing you fuck Devon, well, it made me a little
jealous."

"Yeah?" He asked as he took my hand and squeezed it. All a sudden a jolt of
electricity shot throw my arm. His warm hand made me feel safe and
protected.

"Yeah." I paused. "I guess since we are sharing and we are planning a
fuck-trip together... I kind of wanted to be Devon when i saw you
two. Seeing you guys kiss almost made me shoot."

He turned onto his side. He other hand some up to my chest and stroked
it. He took my chin in his big hand and turned my head to his.

"And I have thought on a number of occasions what it would be like to be
with you. It's why I fuck Devon, it's as close to fucking you as I could
get."

I stared into his eyes. He smiled. He pulled my lips to his and we
kissed. It was a long, drawn out, sensual kiss. His tongue in my mouth felt
amazing. We kissed as we both ran our hands along each other's
musculature. After a few minutes we parted lips and returned to laying side
by side.

We continued to hold hands while we quietly laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"So I take it you're not mad anymore about me fucking Devon?"

"Nah.  Who am i kidding it was hot as hell watching you two."

"Good, because I've been nailing some of your other friends."

I mock punched him in the arm. "Dude? Really? You're a fucking slut."

We both laughed uncontrollably.

"I can't help it if I'm such a stud.  They threw themselves at me like
little girls at a Bieber concert."

 I rolled my eyes again.

"When did you start fucking my friends?"

"Since you were about 16."

I sat up. "16!? Who the hell were you fucking when I was 16?"

He started counting off on his fingers. "Taylor, Nick, Joey, Brandon..."

I was shocked again. "Oh my god. You fucked all of them?"

"Yeah." Dad replied nonchalantly.

"So you used me to hook up with my friends?"

"No, I didn't use you.  They just happened to come around the house alot.
You brought them here. It wasn't premeditated."

"How? Why..."

"They were so cute. Sometimes one would show up knowing you weren't
home. We'd go upstairs and fuck on your bed. Sometimes we just fucked on
the couch. Joey and Nick knew about the other.  The others didn't."

"How did they know about each other?"

"Oh, because I fucked them both at the same time. Yeah, they would lay side
by side and make out while I alternated between them." Damn he was so
casual, telling me how easy it was to fuck my buddies.

I sat there dumbfounded and then had another euphony. "Nick, that son of a
bitch."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I was fucking him too! The same time you were fucking him."

Dad laughed. "I knew he wasn't cherry! He was way too into it for a
football player who said he never had done anything with a guy before. That
little cock-hound."

"No shit.  He was getting it from father and son for years. I'm going to
have to text him and meet up with him later."

"Hey, slugger?" Now it was just hot when he called me slugger."Invite him
here. Let's have a practice run with our ex-football slut before we go to
Palm Springs."

"Holy shit, fuck yeah! That little bitch will come running.  He gave it up
to me over Christmas break. He was jonesing for it."

"Yeah, he gave it up to me over christmas break too. What a little whore!"

I texted Nick and within seconds he texted back. He was on his way.



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