Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2016 00:56:07 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Too Selfish (Revised)

DAD'S TOO SELFISH

"Well, ok then. I think you're ready for the competition." I said as Dad
came out of his photo shoot, shirtless. All fitness competitors were
required to attend a one-on-one photo shoot.

"I think so too. I'm going to destroy those geezers up there."

 Dad said as he flexed his pecs, bouncing them up and down with a wink and
a cocky grin.

I rolled my eyes as he pulled on the skin tight Under Armor t-shirt. He was
right though. He was going to destroy them. He always does. I was supposed
to compete too in the college age division but had too much do at
school. Next time.

Dad is a firefighter, mid 50's, thick salt and pepper hair, square jaw,
blue eyes, strikingly handsome. All that and the body of a 28 year old,
can't go wrong.

His hard work in the gym and dedication to diet has him looking amazingly
fuckable. He knows it. He knows how to use it too.

"Fuck yeah you will. They're not even in the same league as you, dad."

Dad grabbed his cell and began scrolling through texts. "The boys should be
here by now. Probably checking in to their rooms."

"It was good we got here last night. I couldn't imagine getting here today
and then having to compete tonight."

We stepped into the empty elevator to go back to our room.

"Their probably already drunk at the hotel bar." I said laughing.

"Probably already hooking up." He said rolling his eyes.

"It's cool your work buds flew in to see you compete though. It's very nice
to know they support you."

Dad looked up from his cell. "Fuck that!" Dad said. "They're here to get
away from their wives and girlfriends to hook up. What better place to fuck
around with dudes than at a fitness competition. Four hot firefighters let
loose in a hotel full of bodybuilders. I bet you at least one of them is in
their room right now fucking the shit out of some muscle boy. They probably
had Grinder up and running on their phones before the damn plane
landed. Grinder lit up like a Christmas tree when they arrived."

I looked at him with a look of skepticism. "Really? Are you serious?"

"What?" He tried to sound innocent. Dad is anything but innocent.

"Don't play that with me big guy. You were here 30 minutes last night,
disappeared to the hotel gym for 20 minutes and you brought not one but two
dudes back to the room. Two dudes not much older than me I might add."

We exited the elevator and dad took his key card out and swiped the lock on
our room just a few feet away from the elevator.

"What the fuck are you complaining about? I didn't hear you bitching when
you were balls deep in that hunky little high school wrestler." Dad
laughed, "I hope his speedo doesn't leak from all the loads you dumped in
him last night. His first competition and he gets nailed within minutes of
arriving at the hotel."

"What about his buddy? I don't think he'll be able to walk for the rest of
the weekend. He wasn't very experienced, you could have taken it easy on
him."

"Fuck that. You know better that he does, if he wants to play with the big
boys he has to learn to take a hard fuck.  That bitch begged for more so I
don't think he suffered any damage. He's already texted me three times this
morning, the little whore."

I sat down on the bed. Leaned back and stared at my beautiful father. His
deep dark tan accentuated his carved muscles, his broad shoulders, baseball
biceps and that ass. Damn, that ass, high, tight and hung from his body
like a fucking shelf. He has to buy a waist size bigger to fit that butt in
jeans. When he wears workout tights at the gym, traffic fucking stops.

"When are we ever going to snag an older guy at these things? For once I'd
like to fuck a dude who is at least 10 years older than I am."

"Am I not enough?" He asked seriously as he peeled off his t-shirt.

"Duh. That's different. We fuck whenever we want. We hardly ever hook up
with older guys though. It's always some horny kid with daddy issues that
thinks you're a fucking god and I'm a piece of shit."

"You? Piece of shit? Jake, why do you do that? You're hot as fuck. I
wouldn't fuck you if you weren't. You're just a younger version of
me. Besides, you pull in plenty of dick, thanks to me."

"Thanks to you?" I laughed.

"Yeah, me you horny fucker. If it weren't for me making you squat heavy,
your ass would not be the fucking masterpiece it is today."

Ok, he's right on that one. I probably have the best ass of anyone I
know. His squat routines are killer. He has me doing extra sets with extra
weight. He makes me do this routine twice a week. The cycling helps too. My
ass responds too well to training. His is high and tight but mine is high,
tight and huge. His hangs like a shelf, mine hangs like a bookcase and with
my 29" waist, I almost look like a cartoon. I have to have most of my pants
custom tailored. If you think he looks good in tights, you haven't seen
anything until you've seen me in a hot pair of Under Armor tights. I'm
surprised the seams can take the stretching from my muscular ass. It's
almost like he wants my ass to be this big. I have to say, having a big ass
has come in handy on more than one occasion, especially when taking a huge
dick from some muscle-head dad picks up at the gym.

"Yeah, I know but you know I like older guys.  It just makes me hot to be
with a muscular dude your age. It seems like I never get enough dad dick."

He stood in front of the bed, hands on his hips. The look on his face was
disbelief.

"I seem to remember on your 18th birthday last year you spent most of that
night on your back getting your jock puss filled by an older man."

"Dad, could you not call my hole a puss?"

"Why not? That what it is."

"It's fucking demeaning, that's why."

He guffawed. "Kid, don't lie to yourself. If you could get pregnant, you
would. God knows you should have pumped out a few siblings by now."

I really hate it when he talks to me this way. Truth-be-told, I don't mind
being told my hole is a pussy, or puss as he likes to call it. I just like
to be told when that puss is full of dick. Dirty talk is a huge turn-on for
me and Dad is the fucking king of fuck-talk. He's made me cum just by
whispering shit in my ear while fucking me.

"Dad, you're an asshole." I said as I grabbed my phone sitting on the
nightstand. As you can tell Dad and I don't have the normal father/son
relationship. It's more like frat brothers at times. Lots of swearing and
giving each other shit. He's trained me to be tough and not take a lot of
shit but when it comes from him, it means something different. He's been
boning me since I was 15. I actually was the one who instigated it but only
after I saw him fucking a guy from the station. My dad has always been
gorgeous, a real man. I've always been attracted to him. Mom had just left
us and he wasted no times dicking some dude on their bed. I confronted him
the next day about it. He acted like it was none of my business and
basically told me to fuck off about it. Until I asked him what it felt like
to fuck another guy. Then I asked him what it felt like to be fucked by
another guy. Let's just say our relationship changed from that moment on.

Dad folds his muscular arms over his chest and shakes his head.

"Yeah, right, I'm the asshole. The asshole who takes you to these
competitions, pays for your college and gets you laid by hot as fuck older
rich guys." He looked away and turned towards the mirror. We are
silent. Dad looks at me through the mirror and started to smile. "Besides,
that night of your 18th birthday is seared into my memory for ever. You
were hot as fuck getting plowed hard by another man. You gave yourself to
him so easily. It was like your brain is just telling to you get fucked."

"Yeah, I remember. And thanks for pimping me out that night, asshole." I
laughed as I threw a pillow at him.

"Michael was fucking hot as shit, was he not?"

"Yes, but that's beside the point." I fell back flat on to the bed, looking
up at the ceiling.

"Hey, Michael said he would only sponsor me if he could fuck you. He's
loaded. What was I supposed to do. It's not like you weren't slobbering
over him. He didn't know he could have fucked you without sponsoring
me. Besides, since then he's given you a credit card, a car, an off-campus
apartment, takes you on trips and you get as much sex as you want with
him. I don't think you should complain."

I laughed. "You pimped out your own son to get a sponsorship. I'm a fucking
dude's boytoy now. That's kind of a dick move."

"Oh like you don't love being a hot rich guy's boytoy...Please. He going to
sponsor you too next year."

"Yeah, as long as he gets to fuck me whenever he wants."

"He already fucks you as much as he wants. Damn, did I raise a sissy
bitcher? Hope you're not this whiny when you're with other dudes. Unless
they like that." Dad winked at me again.

Actually some dudes do like that. I've been in several different scenarios
and I've become good at being whoever the guy wants me to be.

"Michael is huge. After that first time I couldn't walk the next day."

"Well you seem to have gotten used to him. He says you're a natural bottom
but then I already knew that."

"He's a machine. He fucks me for hours. I'm so exhausted I can't even go to
the gym afterwards."

"And yet, last time he fucked you, you still found the energy to get fucked
that afternoon by that guy who was vacationing with his wife and kids." Dad
said as he went through his suitcase, tossing out speedos, workout clothes
and tiny pairs of underwear.

"You get the young ones and I get the married ones." I slid off my workout
clothes, kicked off my shoes and laid back on the bed in only my little
black jock. I ran my fingers over my washboard abs, feeling each peak and
valley.

Dad changed out of his workout clothes, admiring his naked body in the
mirror. He picked up a pair of tiny red spandex briefs. His phone
buzzed. He picked it up and scrolled the screen.

"Ha! Told you!  Danny just sent a pic of a hot asian muscle boy bouncing on
his cock. He's such a slut."

I flexed my muscular legs, stretching out my toes, flexing my arms above my
head, trying to get his attention.

Dad was texting like crazy. His phone beeped a few more times.

"Jesus Christ. Tom and Dave are already done with their first hook up. Tag
teamed a dude who is competing tonight. They also said Blake left the bar
with two guys from Colorado about two hours ago. The boy loves to be
spit-roasted." Dad snickered.

"Hey. Muscle-daddy." I said in a low deep whisper.

Dad looked up at me. He smiled and snapped a picture of me with his phone.

"What are going to do with that picture?" I asked.

"Showing the guys what I'm about to fuck."

My dick was instantly hard in my tight jock. I brought my powerful legs up
to take off my jock but dad stopped me.

"No. Leave it on. I'm going to fuck my hot boy in his jock."

"Yeah you are." I rolled over on to my stomach, arched my back and pushed
my bubblebutt in the air.

"Fuck." Dad took his briefs and wadded them up in one hand and lay down on
top of me.

"What are those for?" I ask about the underwear.

"For this." He reached around and stuffed them into my mouth at the same
time he slowly pushed his unlubed cock into my muscled ass.

"MMMPPPHHH" I screamed loudly into the briefs. It was so loud I'm sure the
neighboring rooms heard us.

He held the briefs in place and started to rock back and forth. "See, baby
boy. Daddy knows what he's doing. I know how my hot boy likes to scream."
He growled into my ear.

Dad knows what I like and what he likes. I need a hard pounding and I got
it.

As he was plowing away his phone beeped on the pillow next to us. He
continued to fuck while reading the screen. He chuckled.

 "We need to cut this short." He pulled the briefs from my mouth. "Right
after I cum in your ass." He slammed forward and I could feel his cum shoot
into my ass for the second time that day actually. Hence the no lube.

"Why do we have to stop?" I grunted, disappointed.

He pulled out of me and stood up. "You have a date in about 10 minutes."

I rolled over and sat up. "Huh."

"You have a date with a friend of Michael's." He said as he primped in
front of the mirror.

I stood up. "Dad. No."

"Jake. Yes." He turned and slid on his briefs.

"You can't pimp me out again." I said angrily.

"Jake, this guy owns a string of high-end gyms and has a workout clothing
line. He may want to endorse me."

"Dad. I'm not getting fucked so you can become a fitness model. Why don't
YOU fuck him?"

"Because." Dad slid a tight polo over his head. "He wants you."

"Fuck that. I'm not doing it." I grabbed a pair shorts thinking I would
dress and leave.

Dad grabbed my arm and held me in place. "You're doing this." Dad looked at
me eye to eye.  His face was stern and his grip became tighter.

"Fuck you, dad." I said as I tried to pull away.

"You're doing this." He let go of me and I pushed me down on the bed. I
looked at him, defiance in my eyes. I couldn't believe he was doing this. I
was basically a whore for him to use in negotiating his career?

"You'll benefit from this, Jake. Michael already throws cash at you. He
gives you whatever you want. If you do this, it could mean millions,
millions that you'll share in. You'll be set for the rest of your life. Use
what you were blessed with to get ahead."

"So, I'm a rent-boy now?"

Dad walked to the door and looked through the peep-hole.

"If that's what you want to call it. I look at it as you're my cash-cow."
He sneered. "It's no different than what you usually do, only now you'll
get paid for getting that slutty ass fucked." He sneered again, looked me
up and down and with a disgusted expression said, "Whore."

My jaw dropped. "What the fuck? You made me like this! You fucking
asshole. This was your plan all along! You built me to be your whore. No
wonder mom left you."

He turned to me.

"From the moment you started to show promise I knew what this could mean
for me. Your body filled out, you easily packed on muscle, you became more
handsome by the day. I see the way men look at you. The same way I look at
you.  I knew I had hit the jackpot. I got a son who's hot and gay. Why do
you think I push you so hard in the gym? I'm building you a body that will
get you ahead, like I have. Look how easy it was to use your body to get
Michael to do whatever you want.  I've given you everything. I've provided
for you all your life.  It's time you start pulling your weight."

"I... I do not believe this? Do you plan on using me like this all the
time?"

"Yep. Don't get me wrong, you're my son and I love you. But I also like
fucking you and I know how other men like fucking you. Once you know how
the game is played you'll start getting into it. Use the body I built for
you. Make us rich. I'm going to win this competition and get modeling
contracts and supplement endorsements. You won't regret this."

I was speechless. The man was getting me prepared to literally bitch myself
out to any guy that could further his career. My body was like his, carved
from stone. I had the same smoldering handsome looks, the thick dark
hair. He has been fucking me for years, making me into an insatiable
power-bottom. No wonder why he rarely lets me top.

"Where will you be? Are you going to watch again?"

"Fuck no." He said it like I was insane. "I'm meeting my muscleboy from
last night.  He wants his daddy."

There was a knock on the door.

He turned and pointed at me. "Do not ruin this for me."

Dad opened it and Michael walked in with his too tight polo, painted on
jeans and cocky swagger. Behind him was another man about his age. Taller,
dark, handsome and built like a god. He looked past dad and saw me laying
on the bed in a tiny black jockstrap.

Michael stepped between them. He looked over at me and winked, "Bill, this
Bryan, the boy's father. Bryan, this is Bill." They shook hands and
exchanged pleasantries.

"Damn. Like father, like son. I've been looking forward to this since I saw
you two in Orlando back in March." Bryan was calm and quiet. His voice was
deep and masculine.

Michael put his hand on the Bryan's shoulder. "And this my friend is the
man of the hour." Michael waved an arm out towards me. Sprawled out on the
bed in a jock, I must have looked like the main serving at a dinner for
one.

Bryan made a beeline straight for me and shook my hand.

"I'm Bryan. You're Jake?"

I stared up at him. Holy shit this dude was hot. The shirt couldn't contain
his amazing amount of muscle. His pants stretched from the pressure of lean
muscle and they couldn't hide what he was packing, it was thick.

"Yeah, I'm Jake."

He stared down at me from his 6'5 frame. "Leave." He said to no one in
particular as he stared into my eyes. He was talking to Dad and Michael but
didn't feel the need to turn to them.  His dominance and power oozed from
his pores. His aura buzzed with masculine energy.

"Hi Jake. I'm gonna fuck you so hard." He continued to stare at me and he
ran his hands over my chest and biceps.

I looked at dad. Dad and Michael had shit-eating grins on their faces.

"I think I was wrong about that thing we talked about." I said to Dad. I
looked up at Bryan again, my cock rock hard. Maybe I could do this. If
there was any time I was glad I was blessed with a rock hard body, it's
right this second.

Dad shrugged and mouthed "Told you," then opened the door. As they were
leaving, I looked up at Bryan, raised my smooth legs up and out exposing my
tight puss and said loudly so Dad could hear...

"What are you waiting for? Fuck my slut hole."