Daddy’s Home

A gay story: Daddy’s Home I never wanted to be one of “those” millennials. You know, the ones that go to college and get a useless degree and end up moving back in with their parents and continue to act like kids long past the point of being cute anymore.

For most of my teens I lived with my mom and my two sisters. My parents split when I was 14 and I didn’t want to move 200 miles away from my school and friends so I stayed in a house full of women while my dad moved to a new job, new town, new life and eventually a new family.

After college I realized that I wasn’t getting any bites on jobs in the small town my mom stayed in so I got an apartment near my dad and his new wife and stepson. Pretty soon my savings dried up and I still hadn’t gotten a “real” job. I’d been working almost full time hours at a shoe store but I had student loans coming due so I begged my dad to let me stay with him.

I think he was pretty happy that I came to him and not my mom. I hoped he wasn’t holding a grudge about my decision to not move with him when they got divorced but he never mentioned it.

It was awkward at first, because I was also moving in with his wife and her son. I’d met them a few times both before and after the wedding (where I was one of Dad’s groomsmen) but it was different seeing them every day.

I continued to work about 30 hours a week and promised to give Dad a couple hundred a month towards my food and board. He seemed a little weird about it but I didn’t want to mooch.

About a month after I’d moved in, Dad came into my room the day after I got paid.

“Wally-boy, I’m really glad to have you around again. I’ve missed seeing you and the girls on a regular basis. Your sister Renee said she was looking for jobs around here, and I really hope you plan to stay in town even after you move out.”

“I hope to. There are a lot more opportunities here than BFE, even if I’m struggling right now.”

“While you’re here, I hope you’ll spend some time with Daniel. His mom has been having trouble talking to him ever since he started his senior year and now that he’s 18 she’s worried that he’ll shut her out completely. I know you’re close with your mom and maybe seeing that a young man can talk to his mom will rub off on him.”

“I’ll try. I don’t think I’m any kind of role model, though. I can’t even find a job.”

“You have a job, which is more than I can say for a lot of the twenty somethings I see around. Your job shouldn’t define you, anyway. I’m more than the owner of auto repair shop. At work I’m a leader and I try to be a friend. At home I’m a husband, a father and stepfather. With my friends I’m the guy with the truck who always helps them move, and the worst bowler with the most enthusiasm. Find your place in this world beyond what it says in your job description. You were so helpful with your mother, a caring older brother to your sisters and I hope you can be the same for Daniel.”

I blushed. “OK, Dad. But there is one thing I haven’t told you yet. There were multiple reasons I didn’t move back with Mom, but there’s one you don’t know.” I took a deep breath. “Dad, I’m gay. Mom nearly had a breakdown when I told her so I didn’t want to tell you. She said it was your fault because you left, that it made me gay not having a man around during my teenage years. I told her I was gay long before you left.”

Dad winced a little. He grabbed me in a big bear hug.

“Wally, I’ve known you were gay since you were 11 and wouldn’t stop playing that goddamn Cher CD in your room. Oh, and because you couldn’t take your eyes off of the neighbor boy when he mowed grass shirtless. I’m sorry you’re mom acted that way. You should have told me. I don’t care who you sleep with, as long as they make you happy.”

I couldn’t believe it. All my friends told me my dad would take it even harder than my mom did, that dads always did. But he not only was OK with it, he was happy for me. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Honestly,” Dad continued, “that’s one reason I want you to get closer to Daniel. I’m pretty sure he’s gay, too. I was showering a few times and I could’ve sworn Lisa was peeping in on me but when I came out this last time he was the only other person home. I haven’t said anything to Lisa because I don’t know if she knows but I don’t want her to think I’m perving around with her son. I just started locking the bathroom when I shower.”

“You should’ve been doing that anyway.”

“Well, sometimes Lisa surprises me and I didn’t want that to stop.”

I covered my ears. “I don’t want to hear this!”

Dad playfully swatted my head and started to walk out.

“Wait, Dad. I have your money.”

“I told you I don’t need it.”

“And I told you I’m not staying here for free.”

“Instead of giving me money, work it off by helping your stepbrother. He needs a friend a lot more than I need two hundred dollars.”

The next Friday I had a rare weekend evening off. I figured it would be a good time to get Daniel out of the house and get to know him better. What do kids do these days? Pokemon Go? Is that still a thing?

“Hey, Daniel. I was gonna go down to the park for a quick run. Would you want to come along? It’s a really nice day.”

Daniel gave me a strange look. “My mom put you up to this, didn’t she?”

“Nope.” It wasn’t a lie. Lisa didn’t even know Dad had spoken to me.

“I just hate going alone…” (OK, that part was a lie.) “…and you’ve been cooped up with homework all week. Let’s have some fun.”

“Can we go to the mall after? I want to check out a game before I order it from Amazon.”

“Sure, I’m free all night. My dad and your mom have some work party thing so it’ll just be us for dinner. We can eat at the food court if you want.”

“‘k, lemme find some running shoes.”

While he rifled through the pile of shoes and clothes that was supposed to be a closet, I went to put on my own running shoes. I never had time to run as much as I wanted to, and it showed. The freshman fifteen had turned into thirty-odd extra pounds over four years that distributed all over my already soft body. I didn’t mind that much since a lot of it went to my butt. But my thighs always rubbed and I was usually embarrassed to take my shirt off. I wasn’t huge, but I didn’t look like the kinds of guys that get laid all the time.

Maybe it was the fact that Daniel was so lean and trim that had me thinking about my weight again. I knew I was never going to be thin. I was just like my dad in a lot of ways, always carrying a few extra pounds and covered in dark hair. At least the hair on top of my head wasn’t thinning like his did at my age. He still had some, but the hairline was severely receding and he had a few grays. Mine was still thick and dark and was my favorite physical feature. When I did hook up with guys, they always ran their hands through it. It had gotten long enough to pull into a small man bun, which I had no plan to do until a guy told me it turned him on so much. I still wasn’t sold on it, but not getting it cut saved me fifteen bucks a month.

The sound of Daniel’s footsteps in the hall pulled me out of my reverie. I finished tying my Nikes and turned to see he had changed into some real running gear.

He had on a tight Under Armour shirt that showed that he wasn’t just lean, but had a pretty well defined chest and abs. His shorts were the same brand, but looser. It was pretty obvious that he was free balling in them. I quickly looked away. I can’t imagine how awkward it would be to catch your stepbrother checking out your package. Of course, if Dad was right, Daniel had been checking out his stepdad’s package and everything else, but I wasn’t sure what really happened there.

I looked down at my freebie tee shirt from some work event and the five dollar basketball shorts I’d gotten at WalMart and felt slightly inadequate. But we were just going for a run, not training for a marathon. If anything, he was overdressed for the occasion.

We walked the few blocks over to the park without saying too much. When we got there, I asked him if he cared if I put in headphones but he was already putting his in. It’s pretty hard to carry on a conversation when running anyway, so I didn’t mind.

Dad’s comment about Cher had reminded me about that Believe album that I had been obsessed with when I was a kid. I had discovered it was on Spotify and made a pretty decent workout soundtrack. So when the late-90s techno beat started I took off.

I call it running, but it’s more of a fast walk. I can sprint for a few moments but I can’t really run. Daniel, on the other hand, ran like the wind. After less than two laps of my own, he’d already passed me three times. My attempt at increasing speed resulted in a stitch in my side so I decided I was just there to get a little exercise. It wasn’t a race. He wasn’t winning, I wasn’t losing.

“Haha, I’m winning!” I heard him shout over my music as he passed me for the fourth time.

“It’s not a race!” I shouted back.

He turned around to stick his tongue out but didn’t stop running. Smart move. He immediately stumbled over a random tree branch on the track and tumbled to the ground.

I stifled a laugh and picked up my pace to reach my hand down and help him up. Luckily it appeared the only thing seriously bruised was his ego. Once upright again, I brushed some grass out of his sandy blond hair while he shook dirt off of his clothes. He gave me look and we both burst into laughter.

“Let’s take a little break,” I offered and pointed to a nearby bench.

We sat and I sighed as I sat down.

“Too much exercise for ya, old man?”

“No, and I’m only 5 years older than you are.”

“Sorry, gramps.”

I playfully swatted at his head, just like my dad would do to me, but he ducked and I missed.

“Just because I was named Walter after my grandpa doesn’t mean I’m an actual grandpa.”

“Is that why everybody calls you Wally?”

“Yeah, although it’s not much better. I can’t believe my parents gave me such an old man name.”

“Why don’t you go by your middle name? William, isn’t it? You could be Will or Bill or Billy.”

I wrinkled my nose at the idea of being a “Billy” but he was right. I was an adult, I could start getting people to call me by what I wanted not what my parents wanted.

“Will isn’t bad.”

“Willy it is.”

I replied “sounds good, Danny boy,” with a roll of my eyes.

It was his turn to swat at me and I deflected it. I was starting to feel friendlier towards him than I had before. Not really brotherly, but like when you realize one of your friend’s brothers isn’t just a pest but also an OK kid.

“You finished for the day, or you get back to racing?”

“It was never a race, I’m just working out.”

“OK, so what are your goals Willy?”

I ignored his new nickname for me. “I just want to lose a little weight. Or at least not gain anymore. I want to take off my shirt at the beach or the park or even in my own bedroom and have people who are noticing are noticing for good reasons, not pointing at the fat kid.”

“First off, you’re not the fat kid. You are a man and you are a little overweight but it’s kinda cute on you.”

Blushing, I waved the compliment off.

“Second, you need to talk to a trainer. That’s what I did when I was tired of being the scrawny kid and wanted to bulk up. It costs me most of my allowance but as soon as I turned 18 I realized it was now or never. I don’t want to win bodybuilding contests but I want to wow a gu– person when I take my shirt off. You have a reasonable goal, you should work on it. But you need more knowledge. I’ll take you with me next time I go and you can meet him and set up consultation. If you want to, that is. Not trying to pressure you.”

“Thanks.” I didn’t point out that I could tell he nearly said “guy” before he corrected himself. I didn’t really know what to do with that bit of confirmation that Dad was probably right about his sexual orientation. Didn’t mean he was right about Danny peeking in on him, but if he thought I was “kinda cute” then he would probably think Dad was as well. But he was more than twice his age. What 18-year-old would get the hots for a 40-something?

My mind had wandered while we walked back to the house. I wanted to shower really quickly before we drove to the mall, so I excused myself to the bathroom.

I set a clean outfit on the toilet tank and decided to leave the door unlocked. Maybe I could test Dad’s theory out. If Danny was sneaking peeks at Dad, he would probably try to sneak one of me. OK, it’s a little vain to assume a possibly gay kid would want to check me out but if I’d had guys showering in my house at his age I probably would’ve thought about it. I was too much of a wimp to follow through on the thought, though.

Steam filled the room as I opened the shower door and stepped into the hot water. I let the water run over my body and thought about what I would do if I caught my step brother playing peeping Tom.

I was in the shower for maybe two minutes when I heard the sound of the doorknob jostle. Hell, Dad was right. I cleared a line of condensation from the glass doors just wide enough to see out. The doorknob was turning and I saw fingers poking through the barely opened door. Why would he put his hand in through the door instead of looking first?

The image cleared for me. It was just a hand. That hand was holding an iPhone. That fucker was filming my shower! My mind raced. One part of me was disgusted by the invasion of my privacy, especially the danger of that video getting out and being seen. Another part of me was flattered by the attention. I mean, someone thought I was hot enough to not just sneak a peek but record it for later use. It was a gross invasion, but sweet in a weird way.

But a part of me I didn’t even know existed was turned on by the whole thing. I looked down to see my dick had gotten hard. I was shocked. I should be outraged, not aroused. The part of me that was aroused began to cloud my judgement. That’s the only way I can explain what happened next.

First, I lightly brushed up against the glass shower doors, removing most of the condensation that would cloud Danny’s view. Then I pressed my ass against the door, giving him a complete view of my full moon. I rubbed it up and down, which turned me on even more. I made a ninety-degree turn, giving the camera my profile. From the corner of my eye I could see that the phone was still pointed at me. Running my hand up my side, I gently caressed my own nipple. A soft moan escaped from my lips. Taking my cock in my hand, I began to rub my erection.

These feelings I was experiencing were quite familiar but the added knowledge of being filmed gave my ecstasy an added edge. I poured some bath oil on my dick and continued to stroke, hoping I was giving Danny the show of his life. It didn’t take long for me to peak and I shuddered as I came. My jizz mingled with the shower water and swirled down the drain. I turned my head to see the door close.

Feeling less clean than when I started the shower, I soaped up quickly and rinsed off even faster. I wondered where Danny would be, how he would be acting when I came out of the bathroom. I left the shower running and dressed quickly. I slipped down the hallway, where I could see Danny’s bedroom door was closed. I quietly turned the knob and moved close to the crack to see what was going on in there.

Danny was lying on his bed. His shorts were pulled down and he was staring intently at the screen of his phone while furiously pounding his dick. I never saw someone jerk off that fast before.

I wanted to burst in confront him. Or maybe I wanted to burst in and start helping him jerk off. But really, in my orgasm clouded haze, I wanted to just watch. So I did the latter.

After another 30 seconds of stroking, he set the phone down and slipped a finger between his ass cheeks. He swirled the finger around his pink pucker and panted softly as he pressed it inside. Despite having just cum, I was getting hard again. He fingered himself and continued to stroke, slower and more methodical. He gave a little twist when he got to the head.

I knew if I watched much longer, I was going to want to pull my own dick out. What kind of stepbrother was I? He was just a kid, just 18. Well, that body and the hard, purple headed cock he was stroking wasn’t very kid-like.

A grunt startled me out of my guilty musings. Danny had resumed watching his phone and whatever he was watching (I wouldn’t flatter myself to assume it was me) sent him over the edge and he shot a healthy load all over his shirt. I realized if he looked up he would catch me so I slipped back into the bathroom.

I turned off the shower, the guilt of wasting water second to the guilt of spying on Danny. Why should I feel guilty? He filmed me without my consent. It was just evening up the score.

The rest of the evening, I tried to act like I didn’t know anything. We kept busy shopping at the mall and eating dinner there. When we got home, Danny played video games while I browsed Indeed for job openings. After submitting a resume, I had to fill out one of those stupid “personality tests” where they ask the same question 4 different ways.

I was clicking away on my laptop when Danny surprised me by flopping down on the couch right beside me.

“So, I had a question.”

“Not right now, I’m doing a timed test.”

“That looks stupid. Wouldn’t you rather talk to me?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’d rather talk to Sarah Palin about foreign policy than take this test but if I want to finish applying for this job I have to do it.”

“How much longer do you have?”

“Four minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll wait.”

I tapped away, strongly agreeing with statements that contradicted the ones I strongly disagreed with 32 questions ago and hoping I was remembering correctly what I’d already said. Keenly aware that Danny hadn’t moved and his very firm thigh was pressed against mine, I wonder what the hell was so important that he needed to ask me.

Finally, the stupid test was completed and I was ready for another waiting game with another job opening that wouldn’t call me back. I turned to Danny and his face was so close. I was looking directly into his blue eyes. You don’t see a lot of blue eyes and dark hair. The blue looks so much deeper in contrast. You also don’t see a lot of guys with dark hair that aren’t cover in body hair. I wondered if he shaved his or if he was naturally smooth.

“Can I ask my question now?” Danny voice was smooth and low, surprisingly seductive compared to even 5 minutes before.

“Uh, yeah. Shoot, whatever.”

“Are you gay?”

Whoa. Not exactly smooth.

“Yes. Yes, I am. Is that all you wanted to know?” The question came out a little colder than I intended.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it. What makes you ask?”

“Well, I kinda thought you were and I kinda think I am too.” Wow, here he goes. “At least, I think about guys in, um, that way and not girls very often. How do you know?”

“Well, I’m sure there’s a Facebook quiz that would tell you,” I said with a laugh. “But in reality, you’ll know. Just start thinking about what it is that attracts you to someone. If male genitals top the list, then you’re definitely gay. But for most people, there’s a lot more to attraction to what’s in their underwear. I like a lot of different things in a guy and some qualities that both men and women have. But once I actually kissed a guy, I really knew that I wasn’t interested in girls the same way. I mean, what things about a guy make you think you’re attracted?”

“When I see a guy in a tank top and I can see his armpit hair and thick arms, I just want him to wrap his arms around me. I want to feel his facial hair against my cheek while he kisses me. Even with older guys, just the sight of body hair makes me want to touch it. I can’t get that from a girl.”

“Well, you can, but I know what you mean.”

Danny smacked me on the arm with a throw pillow. I set my laptop on the coffee table and threw the pillow back at him.

“Way to ruin a serious moment, Willy. But, thanks. I guess I just need to get to kissing and feeling my way.”

“You don’t have to rush into it. It took me a while to accept my own attractions and sort out what I wanted. But I didn’t have anyone to help me along the way. I want to be that for you. Whatever you need, I’m there for you.”

A smile curved Danny’s lips, accented by a glint in his eyes. I knew what was coming. I knew what I had inadvertently invited. And I knew that even though it felt wrong, I didn’t really want to stop it.

In a flash, his lips were on mine. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body close to mine. His broad shoulders were firm under my grip. His kisses grew more insistent as I felt his tongue enter my mouth. My tongue pushed back, and I lost myself in the tangle of tongues and arms.

Arousal flooded my groin as desire fought for control of my mind. We’d both jerked off hours earlier but youthful stamina had us both hard within moments. I wanted him, he wanted… something. Anything. I was just handy. And handsy, my fingers moving under his shirt and softly pinching his nipple.

A moan exploded from Danny’s throat and into my mouth. I pinched a little hard and he pulled away, exposing his throat to my roving lips. I covered it with kisses and his moans increased in volume and frequency. I was careful not to leave hickies, even though his skin begged for it. Smooth, taut and slightly tangy under my tongue, which I ran up his cheekbone and began to nibble at his earlobe.

I can guarantee we would have moved below the neckline if we hadn’t heard the sound of the garage door opening. Danny quickly pulled away and scrambled for his game controller, his erection completely visible under his shorts. I motioned to his crotch and he fluffed his clothing to disguise his hardness. I grabbed my laptop and covered my lap just in time for Dad and Lisa to walk in.

“Well, there’s my boys! You guys behave while we were out?”

“Dad, I’m 24. I never behave.”

“That’s my son! Looks like Daniel is busy with his game so we’ll just watch TV in the bedroom. G’night, boys.”

Lisa walked over and gave Danny a kiss on the cheek and they headed upstairs.

The only sound in the room was the obnoxious score that played over Danny’s paused game. He stared at the screen so hard I thought the TV would burst into flames. I opened my mouth multiple times, only to close them when I realized I didn’t know what to say.

Part of me never wanted to speak of this again. Part of me wanted to pick up where we left off. I was just about to Google “what to say to someone after you get caught making out with them by your parents” (I’m sure there’s a WikiHow article about it) when he cleared his throat.

“Um, I think I’m going to go to bed too.”

“Okay. Sleep tight.”

“Um, you can come up and join me in a couple minutes. Just don’t let them catch you.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. What are we doing? What happens tomorrow? You’re my stepbrother. This isn’t a one night stand and we have to live together at least until I get a job. We have to think this through.”

“I have. I don’t know what tomorrow brings, nobody does. Maybe we fall in love and get married and have babies. Not likely. Maybe we fuck and it’s terrible and we just never speak of it again. Or maybe, just maybe, you rock my world and I rock yours and we keep screwing until we find other people we want to screw. But I want your body pressed against mine. I want your dick to be the first one I taste. I want to get off to something other than a tiny video and my own hand. I want you, right here and right now. Now, are you gonna get into bed with me or not?”

Danny turned and walked up the steps. I knew what the answer was going to be as I watched each small, round ass cheek rise and fall with each step.

When I finally gathered the courage to open his bedroom door I was greeted by his completely nude body lounging on his bed. His chest was smooth and pale, his crotch and thighs covered in dark hair. He ran one hand down his chest and grabbed his hard dick. My mouth watered at the thought of slipping it into my mouth.

I knelt down at the edge of his bed and flicked my tongue on the head of his erection. The lingering taste of his cum from hours earlier mixed with the salty tang of sweat. One hand on his pink nipple and the other on his balls, I opened my mouth and accepted his dick between my lips.

He groaned with pleasure. I’ve always been great at giving head and Danny was experiencing the full range of my talent. My tongue massaged the base of the head while my lips moved up and down the shaft and my fingers dug into his taint. When I reached the base I inhaled the musky scent trapped in his pubic hair.

Deep in the throws of orally pleasuring him, Danny grabbed my arms and pulled me off his dick and up onto the bed.

“Take off your clothes,” he growled at me. Awfully take-charge for such a young virgin, but I wasn’t going to deny him. Lying back, I pulled my shirt over my head to reveal my hairy chest and soft belly. I tried not to wince at the thought of him seeing my out of shape body next to his lithe and firm form.

“Fuck, I just want to bury my face in that hairy chest.”

Grabbing his neck I pulled his face down and pressed my pecs together. To my surprise, Danny motorboated them with vigor while yanking my pants off. Once his hands were free again, he grabbed each manboob and squeezed them before his pulled his face up to my own.

He kissed my neck and grabbed for my stiff penis. My eyes rolled back as he stroked it. He climbed on top of me, straddling my waist, and began to suck on one nipple while tweaking the other.

I stifled a moan. The last thing I needed right now was for our parents to hear strange noises and come to investigate. It was almost impossible when Danny began to nibble with his teeth and my mind exploded with pleasure. I almost came right then and there. My hand slid around my own dick and I gave it a few strokes as Danny drove my nipples wild. He pulled away.

“I want to suck your dick.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice. Get down there.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing, though. What if I gag?”

“You don’t have to deepthroat the first time, or anytime to be honest. The head is where most of the pleasure comes from. Just experiment. You’ll only get better with practice.”

“Oh, I hope to get a lot of practice,” he said with a grin.

“Shut up and suck my dick.”

“Yes, sir!”

Danny was right, he didn’t know what he was doing. But he gave it the ol’ college try and while it was sloppy, he kept at it and it felt pretty good for the most part. I made sure to make the appropriate noises whenever he did something really good so he’d keep doing it.

After a few minutes he pulled his mouth off my cock and began stroking the saliva-slicked shaft with his hand. I squirmed with delight.

“You wanna fuck me now?”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“I won’t know until I try.”

“You know what, let’s take things slow. You don’t have to do everything your first time.”

He straddled me and ran his asscrack up and down my cock.

“Maybe I want to.”

Could I deny him?

“Do you have condoms? And lube?”

“Um, no. Do you?”

“In my room, yeah.”

“Get it.” He slipped a finger into his crack and bit his lip to indicate how much he wanted me to hurry.

I sat up to pull on my pants. If I was quiet I could sneak down and grab them and sneak back. I poked my head out the door, only to hear the sound of the TV coming from the master suite. The flickering light of the TV indicated that the door was probably open, at least slightly.

Pushing my erection into my waistband and walking as quietly but as normally as possible down the hallway, I made my way towards my bedroom.

Luckily my door was between Danny’s and the master bedroom, so I wouldn’t have to walk past it. But depending on where you were in the master suite you could see my door and I just prayed they were focused on the TV.

As I made my way down, I could hear what sounded like very erotic moaning coming from the bedroom. Were they watching porn in there? Maybe it was an action movie and those masculine grunts were from a fight scene. Curiosity took hold of me as I got to me bedroom door. Turning to look, I saw that it wasn’t porn I was hearing.

The bedroom door was open maybe eight inches wide, so from my vantage point I couldn’t see everything but what I saw was enough. My dad’s tanned, naked back and ass were fully visible as were Lisa’s legs, which were up in the air. Dad stood beside the bed, where Lisa was laying on her back, and he was railing her. His hairy thighs and butt flexed with each thrust. I was entranced. Looks like Danny and I weren’t the only one getting some tonight.

Danny! Shit, I left him with his own legs in the air.

I pushed the door open as quietly as I could and grabbed the lube and a couple of condoms out of my bedside drawer.

Returning to Danny’s bedroom, I closed the door and turned around to see he was still naked and watching something on his phone while he tugged on his dick.

“Watching something good?”

“I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you this. Please don’t get mad. I kinda secretly recorded you in the shower this afternoon. I know it’s wrong, but you got me so horny and I wanted to see a little more.”

“Well, first off, I already knew. That’s why I put on a little bit of a show for you. I don’t jerk off in the shower that often. And to be honest, I kinda spied on you while you were watching your illicitly gathered footage. I just need to know one thing. Did you also video my dad in the shower? Because he thinks you do.”

Danny blushed. “You probably think I’m a sicko, don’t you?”

“Maybe, but it’s kinda hot on you. But it’s wrong to video someone without their permission. Next time, just ask me. But don’t video my dad, that’s different. Even if he seems like a bit of an exhibitionist these days.”

“Wait, what?”

Now it was my turn to blush as I told him what I had just witnessed.

“Wow, that’s kinda hot.”

“Ok, yeah, you are a sicko. You’d want to see your mom getting fucked?”

“No, but your dad’s really hot. Like you, but aged to perfection.”

I laughed. “Well, if I’m not aged enough for you I can go.”

Danny grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto the bed with him.

“Fuck no. You’re staying until I’m satisfied.”

We kissed, long and slow, until I knew both of us were as hard as we could be. I knelt on the edge of the bed and pulled Danny’s ass up to my face. First I ran my tongue up the length of his crack. Then, I stroked his dick while I tongued his pink hole. His groans let me know he was ready for one finger.

Pouring some lube onto my hands, I slicked up his pucker. Slipping one finger in, I could hear Danny suck in air.

“You okay? I can stop.”

“No, don’t stop.”

I fingered him for a few moments before attempting a second finger. I felt his sphincter clench around them and I slid them in and out until he relaxed.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“I want it, daddy.”

Daddy? Whatever.

Slipping on the condom and, I covered the rubber with more lube. Positioning Danny into a doggystyle kneel, I placed the head of my dick against his hole.

“Relax, I won’t hurt you.”

I slipped the hard dick inside him, only up to the head. I pulled out and slid it back in a little further. He grunted what I hoped was a grunt of pleasure as I pulled back but not the whole way out.

Slowly I worked my way in and out until I could feel Danny’s tension relax. Now I could really give it to him. I pushed my way down to the root and began ride his ass. Slapping his ass playfully, Danny began to push back against my dick as we worked out a rhythm.

“God, you’re so tight,” I groaned as I worked him over. Giving his ass another slap, I pulled out and laid back on the bed.

“You wanna ride this cock?”

“Yes, daddy.”

There it was again. I wasn’t old enough to be his daddy. Goddammit, I was only 23. We were literally only 5 years apart. Geez.

But if being his daddy meant fucking his tight ass, I’d be his daddy all night long.

With a deep kiss, Danny climbed on top of me and impaled his round ass on my cock. He bounced up and down, months of working his core really paying off. I started to roar with pleasure but quickly covered my mouth as I remembered we weren’t alone.

Of course Dad hadn’t worried about being too quiet, or even closing his door, but we both knew (at least in theory) that they were likely having sex. They didn’t need to know we were as well. It was kinda hot knowing that just down the hall my dad was probably busting a nut right around the same time as his kid. But who had a bigger dick? Who had a bigger load? Why the fuck was I thinking about my dad right now?

Whether it was the thought of my dad or just weird timing, I knew I was about to blow.

“Danny, I’m coming!”

Danny picked up the pace and within seconds I’d filled the condom with my milky load. My hips bucked under his spread legs as I finished. He removed himself from my dick and laid his head on my chest.

“That was incredible,” I said softly. “But let me help you finish.”

Slipping his hard cock into my mouth, I quickly brought him to the edge. I heard his breathing increase and he pawed at my shoulders as his creamy orgasm filled my mouth and I swallowed.

Holding him in my arms, we started to drift to sleep. A brief thought of “what have I done” flitted into my brain before I succumbed to sleep.

A few hours later, I woke up enough to realize that I needed to get back to my bedroom before someone figured out we were both naked in the same bed. Not sure I could explain that one away. I gathered my clothes and snuck down the hallway. This time, the master bedroom door was shut.

Over the next couple of weeks, Danny and I snuck into each other’s bedrooms whenever we thought we could get away with it. I’d be at work and get a picture text of Danny’s cock and balls in my bed and I’d get hard off and on throughout the rest of my shift. I’d text him I was taking a shower and he’d sneak in and video tape me washing up until he couldn’t handle it anymore and he’d climb in and start sucking my dick.

He’d gotten a lot better at blow jobs over those weeks, and the nights I spent in my bed alone I’d jerk off thinking about his sweet mouth or his hungry asshole. Every once in awhile that memory of Dad’s sweaty, flexing body mid-coitus would sneak in and I’d blow my load almost immediately.

One evening I came home from work to see the garage door hanging open. I walked in to see Danny, Dad and a guy with a clipboard surrounded by exercise equipment.

Danny’s eyes lit up when I walked in. “Surprise! I talked your dad into setting up a gym out here. You always say you don’t have time to work out so now you don’t have to even make time to leave the house. Plus, he wants to start working out and my workouts will be even easier so we all win.”

The twinkle in his eyes told me he wanted to see us work up a sweat for more than just health reasons but whatever his motives I was actually hopeful I could keep up with a workout routine this way.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“It was all young Daniel’s idea. It’ll be a fun way to bond with you boys and I got a great deal. Why don’t you get changed into workout gear while I finish signing this paperwork?”

Danny tried to pull me into his room “to change clothes” but I didn’t want to risk getting caught by Dad so I dashed over to my own. I found a tee shirt and gymshorts and had just finished putting them on when I heard a knock on my door.

“Ugh, you don’t give up do you? Come in!”

“What don’t I give up?”

“Dad! Sorry, I thought you were Danny. I’m ready to go.”

He gave me a quizzical look but quickly recovered. “Do you have some shorts I can borrow? Lisa has all mine in the washer right now and I’ll sweat to death in sweatpants.”

“Sure, Dad.” I dug around a drawer and threw him a pair.

“Thanks,” he replied as he pulled his pants down. My eyes grew wide.

“Don’t be a prude, it’s just your old dad. It’ll only take a second to change, you’ll survive.”

I tried to look away, but not before I saw his tightie whities revealing the front side of what I’d seen the back of weeks prior. His bulge was big and the white material showed every curve of his fat cock. Even soft I could tell it was slightly bigger than mine and his balls were big and meaty.

Unbidden, my dick began to swell. First my stepbrother, now my own dad. I really was more a sicko than Danny. Or maybe just undiscriminating horndog. A dick was a dick, that’s all. It wasn’t like I was trying to touch it. It’s fine.

Once he had the shorts on we headed down. Danny turned into a taskmaster, working us out harder than any trainer I’d ever had. I could tell Dad was modifying some of his workouts, but he was old so Danny let it slide. I mean, the man was 45 after all.

Danny didn’t let up on me at all, however. Just for that I might hold out on the blow job he’d be begging for later. (Yeah, right.)

Finally, drenched in sweat and ready to drop, Dad begged to hit the showers. Danny relented and he walked out of the garage feeling twice his age.

“You aren’t going to get out of here so easily,” he said to me with a wicked grin.

“Oh, god. What else can you put me through?”

“Just some push ups.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, only I’ll be underneath you while you do ’em.”

“Horndog!”

“With you and your dad squatting and sweating and throwing off masculine pheromones all over the place, what’s a boy to do?”

I wanted to roll my eyes but instead I pulled him close and slipped my tongue in his mouth.

“I got a better idea. Why don’t I lay back on this bench and you demonstrate some squats on top of me?”

“Laziness! But I like your style. And your dick. So, lay back and let’s get to it before your dad gets out of the shower.”

I laid back and Danny slipped out of his shorts to reveal a jockstrap. Damn, his ass looked so good.

“Sit on my face,” I commanded.

His cheeks met my own and soon my tongue was buried in his sweaty pucker. I grabbed his thighs as he began to grind his butt against my face. I slipped my hand in the front pouch of the jock strap and stroked his erection. His hips moved even faster and I could feel his orgasm rising as I worked his hole over with my tongue and his dick with my hand. I soon felt the hot jizz spurting out all over my hand.

“Wow,” he breathed out.

“You better get those shorts back on before Dad sees us. Why don’t you Facetime me while you shower and I’ll take care of myself.”

Danny kissed me and wrinkled his nose as he tasted his own ass on my mouth. We walked out of the garage to see Dad starting dinner in the kitchen.

“Hey, better get showered before dinner’s done. I’m grilling chicken and vegetables, no sense putting all those calories back on after burning them off.”

I slipped into my bedroom and waited for the Facetime chime to sound. Once it did, I positioned my phone so Danny could see me stroking my hard cock while he set his up so I got a full view of water pouring over his lithe body as he played with, I mean washed, his dick, ass and the rest of his body.

I tugged at my throbbing hard on and looked over to see the shorts I’d lent my dad laying on top of the hamper. The white briefs were still inside. No, I couldn’t. Before I had time to talk myself out of it, I fished the briefs out of the shorts, held them to my face and inhaled.

The tangy smell of his ballsweat and hint of old jizz, mixed with the earthiness of ass, made me shudder. He smelled so masculine. I understood what Danny meant about pheromones. I was flooded with ecstasy as I looked down at the image of my current lover washing his young, slim but firm figure and inhaled the scent of an older man with body hair and years of experience. Both appealed to me and I felt the orgasm build in me. I covered my dick with the briefs and shot my load into my dad’s underwear.

I ended the FaceTime call and threw my phone onto my bed. What was wrong with me? I was getting hardcore fuck time from Danny on the reg, who was beautiful and sexy and so willing, but should have been off limits. Now I was finding myself fantasizing about my own father, who was even more off limits. Screwing your stepbrother was Jerry Springer shit, your own dad was just fifty shades of fucked up.

Over the next few weeks I began working out with Danny after work almost every day. He knew so much about fitness and I was very grateful for his assistance. He invited Dad to join in, but he only took him up on the offer occasionally.

I began to notice that anytime Dad joined us, Danny tried to jump my bones immediately afterwards. Complaining was the furthest thing from my mind, but it was getting more and more difficult to hide what was going on from our respective parents. More than once we narrowly avoided getting caught in the garage by Dad coming back after his workout to ask if we wanted him to start dinner. Danny’s boldness increased, grabbing my ass while his mom’s back was turned and stroking my thigh at the dinner table.

Finally, one week before graduation, Danny decided he was going to tell them both that he was gay. I knew my dad wasn’t going to care, he was first one to suspect it and he knew I was as well. Lisa was an enigma. She watched all those makeover shows with flamboyant gays cracking wise while suggesting smoky eyeshadow, but she always seemed uncomfortable when anyone mentioned same sex marriage. But I didn’t want my own experience to color Danny’s hopeful expectations so I encouraged him to wait until after graduation day.

He wasn’t the only one with secrets waiting to come out. I had accepted an offer from the marketing department of the shoe store company I was working for, but it required moving out of state. I didn’t know how to tell Danny or my dad that I would be leaving them.

Danny and I were having sex regularly, he was damn fun to be around and a great personal trainer. Were we in love? I didn’t think so. But I didn’t want to leave the kid hanging and I didn’t really know what he thought of our relationship either. Was it just sex and fun for him, too?

The night before graduation, I was running my tongue up and down his crack when he gave a sigh. Not a moan or a groan, both sounds I was used to hearing when buried to my ears in his ass, but a sigh.

“Danny, what’s wrong? Am I doing it wrong?”

“No, I was just thinking about tomorrow. I kinda want to tell Walt and Mom about being gay at the graduation party. No, more than that. I want to tell the whole party about us, too.”

“Woah, where is this coming from? And what do you mean, ‘us?'”

“I want to walk in holding hands and introduce you as my boyfriend. I’m tired of hiding everything. I want to kiss you whenever I want. I don’t want to hide any more.”

“But this is a lot more than telling someone you’re gay. You’re telling them you’re screwing your stepbrother. It’s a Maury episode waiting to happen.”

“Dude, it’s not like we’ve been stepbrothers since childhood. We barely knew each other at until we were both adults.”

“I dunno, it still seems pervy.”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“Not of you, no. Never. Just, people will talk. I’ll look like a sicko who seduced his brother.”

“You’ll recall I did most of the seduction.”

“That distinction will be lost on most people.”

“Do you care more about most people, or me?”

“I don’t know how to answer that. I care about you, of course I do. But I didn’t know you thought about us like that. I thought we were just having fun.”

Danny’s eyes flashed in anger.

“Sure, it’s all fun and games for you. You were just spying on me for your dad and decided to get your rocks off.”

I climbed onto the bed and sat at the opposite end from him.

“What do you mean, spying for my dad?”

“I know he and mom were worried about me. And maybe they should be, I hated it here. They don’t know anything about me. Mom bought me three games I already owned for Christmas last year.”

“They care about you, I’m sure.”

Danny moved closer and laid his head on my naked chest.

“Just like you care about me. But not enough to be my boyfriend.”

I didn’t know what to say. He was right, I cared about him. But it wasn’t love. It was sex. This was why I should have stopped everything before it started, he wasn’t a one night stand I could ghost.

“Maybe we should stop. See if these feelings you have are real and if maybe I can reciprocate but without the hormonal cloud of sex distracting us. You’re eighteen and sexy as fuck. You’ll find plenty of people to have sex with.”

His body tensed.

“Fine. Go. I’ll see you at graduation.”

That night I couldn’t hardly sleep. What had I done?

Danny was gone by the time I was up and dressed, but my dad was in the kitchen.

“Aren’t you going to work today?”

“Naw, Lisa wants my help with the party set up. I don’t know why she asked me, I’m sure you could be a lot more helpful with that sort of thing.”

“Why, because I’m gay?”

“No, because I’ve seen the parties you’ve thrown, even in college, when a keg and three pizzas are enough. I saw the pictures on Facebook, even the dean would show up. You’ve got class. Lisa didn’t want to bother you, I guess.”

“Does Lisa know? That I’m gay?”

“I think so. I think she knows about Daniel as well, although maybe you could give a more definitive answer.”

Heat flashed across my cheeks, coloring them bright red.

“Uh, why would you say that?”

“You guys have been spending a ton of time together. I figured it would come up.”

“Oh, well, I think so.”

“I also almost walked in on the two of you some rather unusual exercise poses more than once. You know, that’s shared gym equipment.”

Oh. My. God. My dad caught me fucking my stepbrother. And he seemed weirdly okay with it?

“Wait, how much did you see?”

“Oh, plenty. He could teach his mom a thing or two. And you? What a stud! Real staying power. You get that from your old man, never leave a job unfinished or unsatisfied.” He gave me a light punch in the arm.

“Shit. I had no idea. I’m so embarrassed. I mean, it’s not right but we couldn’t help ourselves.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. A guy’s got needs. When I was a teenager, my cousin Mikey and I used to sneak out to the barn and jerk each other off. It’s just sex.”

“But it wasn’t just sex. Not for Danny. He thinks we’re dating. He wants me to be his boyfriend. I just don’t know if I can be that. I like him, he’s a nice guy. But I’m not in a place to get serious.”

“Does he know this?”

“Yes.” I gulped, waiting for a lecture about leading someone on.

“The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. He’ll find some other guy and realize it was just hormones. Love is more than that. And sometimes that’s not even enough.” A wistful look passed across his face as he spoke. Was he thinking about Mom? Or some ex girlfriend I didn’t even know about? (Or his cousin Mikey?)

“Why don’t I come with you to help with the party? Many hands make light work, to use another platitude.”

We headed over to the old schoolhouse that had been converted to a rental space. Lisa was already in the seconds story room that would serve as graduation party central. The morning flew by as we covered tables, set up a photo booth area and laid out what food wouldn’t go bad sitting out for a couple hours. Soon it was time to change and get to the graduation.

As I watched the neverending stream of eighteen- and nineteen-year-olds cross the stage in shapeless gowns I thought about how the future is never what you think it is at that age. That’s what Danny didn’t get. We could do the boyfriend thing, but it wouldn’t last. All we’d be left with was a reputation as brother-fuckers. I was trying to protect him. Wasn’t I? Okay, protecting myself, too.

Dad and I went over to finish setting up the party while Danny and Lisa took pictures. The caterers had just finished setting up when a flood of people poured into the room. High school kids, older people who looked like Lisa’s family and a few faces I recognized from dad’s side of the family began nibbling at food and piling cards and a few wrapped gifts on the table in the corner.

As the crowd grew, I began directing traffic around the food table while keeping an eye out for the guest of honor.

Lisa walked in first. Her eyes were flashing with anger as she looked around the room. Please, let her have the sense to hold it together and not spoil her son’s day with an unnecessary scene. She grabbed my dad by the arm and pulled him out of the room.

No one else seemed to notice this mini-drama play out so I snuck over to see if I could help diffuse the situation. Before I could round the corner into the doorway I could hear the hiss of stifled anger in Lisa’s voice.

“…it’s his fault! Your son has corrupted little Daniel. How could you let that, that buttfucker in our home, around a child!”

“Daniel isn’t a child…”

“He is an innocent boy. Your son is a sick freak. He probably gave Daniel AIDS! My poor baby!”

I quickly bolted to the parking lot before Lisa realized I was there. The last thing I wanted was to find out what she could do when she was angry. Even more, I didn’t want to find out what I would do when I was angry.

How dare she? Danny wasn’t a child, he had become a man. A hot, horny man with abs of steel and an ass that wouldn’t quit. An ass that begged for my touch. I never did anything he didn’t want. How fucking dare that bitch?

Taking deep breathes to calm myself, I wondered how Dad was reacting to this tirade. Just because he seemed cool when talking to me didn’t mean he was gonna stand up to his wife. Dad was the stereotypical hen-pecked husband more often than not.

I climbed into my car and turned the key. Where was I going? Should I go home and gather my things? Lisa was sure to throw me out.

After weighing my options, I just started driving. Maybe an answer would come to me on the open road.

The sun moved across the sky and began dipping to the horizon by the time I decided to pull into a parking lot and plot my next move. Realizing I couldn’t ignore my phone anymore, I began scrolling through my notifications. Most were just Facebook notifications that I couldn’t care less about but the text messages from Dad took some fortitude to open.

Wally, where’d you go?

Are you OK?

I’m guessing you heard Lisa. I can’t believe she’d say those things. I told her we were done if she couldn’t accept her son or mine the way they are.

Daniel is a no show at his own party, so this day is turning into a disaster.

Where are you?

Wally, come home.

A tumble of emotions exploded into a wave of tears. Home. Is that what this was? Did I really want to start over in a new town with new people when I have Dad and Danny here?

Wiping my eyes with a McDonald’s napkin from my glovebox, I began driving towards home.

I walked into the front door and peered into the family room.

“Anybody home?”

The kitchen was also deserted, but the counter was piled with chips and plastic tubs of party leftovers. Someone had come home, but where did they go? I heard a noise from upstairs. Oh, god, don’t let Lisa have come home. I was not ready to say one civil word to that bitch.

Climbing the steps, I could hear movement from Dad and Lisa’s bedroom. Shit, was she packing? I should have checked the garage to see which car was here. I began to turn around to check when I realized that wasn’t just movement I heard. It sounded like bed springs bouncing and grunting.

I froze. If Dad and Lisa were “making up” I really didn’t want to be here. Why would he tell me to come home and face her without any warning? Was this a trap?

My stomach churned with indecision when I heard Danny’s voice cry out.

“Fuck me, daddy!”

Oh.

OH.

Was Danny fucking some rando in his mom’s bed? And while I didn’t have “those” feelings for him, it stung to have him hooking up with someone else so soon. You know what, he was gonna get a piece of my mind!

I slammed the door open to reveal the following scene:

Danny, flat on his back, legs in the air, on our parents’ shared bed. His eyes rolled back in his head, hand wrapped around his dick. His mouth open, releasing a guttural moan as a fat, condom-wrapped dick penetrated his tight hole.

And the man in possession of said fat dick? My dear old Dad. His mouth was agape, soft groans filling my ears like a harmony against Danny’s own melody of moaning. White-knuckled grip on Danny’s hips as he thrust his dick over and over.

I saw all this in the split second before they both turned towards the sound of the door bouncing against the wall.

Danny didn’t even break his stroke as he called over to me, “Wally! Get naked and join us!”

“What the actual fuck?” I sputtered.

“Didn’t know your old man could throw a fuck like this?” Dad said with a grin.

“Uh, well, I kinda saw you and Lisa once…”

“Then you’ve already seen the goods. Don’t be a square. This young man wants both his holes filled so get that dick over here.”

“I can see it’s at half mast already so clearly you’re down at least a little.” Danny said.

He was right. I needed to stop overthinking and do some shit.

I pulled off my shirt and began unbuttoning my pants as I walked towards the bed. Danny reached over and slid his free hand into my briefs. Pants dropped to the floor as I leaned my head back to focus on his now-familiar movements to bring my dick to full hardness. He repositioned his body to bring his head to the edge of the bed. I yanked my underwear down and guided my engorged member to his waiting mouth.

The sensation of Danny’s wet mouth and the flicking of his tongue across my cock head made me jolt.

“Unh, that feels so good.”

“Suck on that dick, boy,” Dad encouraged while never breaking his stride. I watched his fat cock slide in and out of the hole and recalled the many hours I spend doing that very thing. I reached down the length of Danny’s torso, letting my fingers lightly brush his nipples and down the sensitive skin of his abs and wrapped my hands around his cock. I stroked for him as he moved his hands to my hips and guided my dick in and out of his wet lips.

The sounds of satisfied men filled the room. Wet sucking sounds, grunts and the slapping of hips against ass made a symphony of raw sexuality.

I lowered my mouth down to Danny’s dick and we sixty-nined for a moment. I could feel dad’s tummy brushing against my hair and could smell his musky pubes mixing with the younger man’s earthy ass.

Dad pulled my head upwards and guided it to his hard nipples. I hesitated for a second before taking one into my mouth and running my tongue around one areola while pinching the other. He panted harder as I lightly nipped at it with my teeth. I gripped his firm back and let my hands slide down to his meaty ass and squeezed.

Yes, I was feeling up my dad but in that moment it was just a tangle of men in lust. My dick slid out of Danny’s mouth with a popping sound.

“My turn at that ass, Dad.”

“All yours, son.”

Dad pulled his dick out and I got to see it’s full glory. At least a half inch longer than mine, and so fat. I didn’t know how Danny got that inside him and I wasn’t really crazy about following it up. Honestly, I wondered if I could take one that big.

Danny climbed off the bed and stood in between the two of us. He grabbed my dick and turned to kiss Dad deeply. I watched their tongues dance for a moment before nibbling at Danny’s neck. He groaned and began grinding his crack against my cock. Dad and I sandwiched him between us, their hard ons rubbing together as I dry humped the booty.

Danny cried out, “Fuck me, oh fuck me” so I bent him over the bed and grabbed a condom. His hole was still slick from Dad’s session but I knelt down and flicked my tongue into his rosebud to make sure he was ready. Dad on the bed and watched as I ate out Danny. He stroked his dick and gave me a thumbs up.

Soon my dick throbbed with the need to bury in a tight ass and I slid a finger inside the waiting hole. Danny buried his face in the blanket and groaned. I slid in and out a few times to prep the area before standing up. I smacked his ass a couple times before finally entering him.

Slowly at first, I pumped my dick in and out. Soon, though, I was picking up speed as Dad whooped “Faster, son! He can take it!”

My chest hair was slick with perspiration as I gave myself a workout working that hole. Danny moaned with each stroke. Dad crawled down to the end of the bed and smacked Danny’s ass. Soon he was face to face with me and I reached my hand over to his dick and began stroking it. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breathe. I kept stroking his dick to the same rhythm I was pounding Danny’s ass. Dad gently moved my hand away and stood up on the bed. He straddled his legs over Danny’s prone body.

His dick was right in my face. He didn’t force it into my mouth but he also didn’t move it away. What the hell, why not finally get a taste of the man who made me? I’d sniffed his dirty drawers for fuck’s sake.

I ran my tongue across his piss slit and around the base of his head before pushing my mouth onto the hard dick. It tasted of salt and the slightest hint of urine. I began bobbing on it in earnest, trying desperately to not lose track of my other task. His dick in my mouth, my dick in Danny’s ass created this chain of pleasure and I didn’t want to be the weak link.

Lightly tugging on his balls, I worked the shaft with my mouth and tongue. He groaned and I pressed my finger against his hairy taint, releasing even more groans of pleasure.

“Dad, I want you to fuck me.” Wow, where did that come from?

“Are you sure, Wally? That’s the final frontier. If it’s truly what you want, I’ll do it.”

“You sound like me. Shut up and ram that fat cock in my ass.”

Dad gave me a wicked grin, like I’d walked right into his plan from the start. I repositioned myself to kneel on the bed, dick still firmly implanted in Danny’s ass. Dad knelt on the floor and ran his tongue up Danny’s dick, across his balls and taint and up to the rim of his hole before sucking on my balls for a brief moment. Then he hit the promised land, burying his face into my crack.

His beard tickled my crack as he tongued my asshole. I couldn’t concentrate on fucking Danny with this wave of pleasure running through my veins. I rolled off of him and laid on my back, legs in the air. Just the way Danny had been when I walked in. Danny sat on my face while Dad pulled on the last condom and lubricated my pucker.

My tongue wiggled into one hole while Dad entered another. Oh god, he was so big. It was all I could do to keep breathing while he entered me slowly.

“Relax, I would never hurt you. Tell me if you me to stop.”

“Don’t stop.”

He pushed the whole way in and I groaned. It hurt a little but the pleasure overwhelmed that sensation. He slowly pulled in and out and with each thrust he hit my prostate. My eyes rolled back and I groaned against the round ass in my face. Danny gasped as he began stroking himself vigorously

I lapped at his ass and he leaned forward enough to kiss Dad. Goddamn, this felt so good. I could feel his sphincter clench and I knew he was close to coming.

“Come for me, baby.” I whisper against his cheeks. Within seconds his moans filled my ears as felt a hot splatter against my chest and stomach.

Danny pulled himself off of me and kissed me deeply. It was the first kiss we’d shared since this crazy night began. Our lips met in unspoken gratitude. I began stroking my dick and soon felt the orgasm rising inside me as Dad pounded away at my ass.

I cried out as the jizz spurted out of me, mixing with Danny’s. A great sigh poured out of me as I looked up into the loving eyes of my Dad. He gave me one last thrust, then pulled out and ripped off the condom. He watched Danny and I kiss as he tugged on his meat, very quickly adding his load to ours.

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I was covered in sweat and semen but I felt no great need to move. Dad laid on the opposite side of me and kissed my cheek. Danny snuggled into the crook of my arm and the two of them drifted to sleep. My eyelids drooped as I wondered what all this meant for the future. Sleep enveloped me as I realized my future was surrounding me right now.

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