A gay story: Daddy Issues Ch. 02 Al rolled off me and on to his back, breathing heavily and covered in a fresh sheen of sweat.
I cuddled up next to him, holding him tight as the post orgasmic aftershocks shivered their way through my body.
My head was resting on his chest and I was dozing in and out of consciousness, floating on clouds of orgasmic bliss. My free hand naturally cupping Al’s sweaty, balls, gently stroking his shaft, and scooping up any cum that still leaked from his cock. I greedily licked it off my fingers, noting the different taste, finding that I liked Bill’s better.
I also liked Bill’s sex stink better than Al’s.
Come to think of it, I preferred the taste of his sweat too.
And his cum.
Not to mention his strength, heat, the way he simply took charge, that effortless dominance…
That irresistible confidence that just turned me into such a fucking SLUT!
I started to hum to myself, licking my lips as I remembered the taste of Bill’s pits and how he moaned as I sucked on his tits…
My prick was beginning to stir and having a total stud just lying there, I couldn’t help myself.
Moaning softly I started to tease Al’s nipple with my tongue, encouraged by his gasp, I sucked at his tits, loving his moans and how his cock jerked and flexed as I lapped at his increasingly hard, little nipples.
Okay, Al’s got smaller tits than Bill.
They are cute though, and way more responsive.
Al surpised me by not wrapping his hands around my head and forcing me on to his cock.
Instead he passively let me continue to explore his soccer star body. I noted the lean muscles, his (disappointingly) shaved pits. how certain bones were closer to the skin. How he seemed so much more responsive, almost submissive to my touches…
“How long have you been gay?” Al murmured, his hands stroking my shoulders as I worshiped his tight body. I was loving every moan and gasp as I found another new sensitive spot to tease, to seduce him with.
I looked up at him, not sure why he was asking, and seeing that he looked serious, I thought about how best to answer truthfully.
“I was straight until Bill crawled into bed with me last night.” I said honestly, while I continued to lick his abs and worked my way between his legs.
Which was true.
Believe it or not.
Until last night I hadn’t had a same sex experience in my life. Not even in college. If I stopped to think about it, I was probably so far in the closet I may have been in Narnia. I wasn’t sure what my orientation was right now, my internal compass (not to mention morals, standards, self respect, etc.) was all over the place.
I told Al how Bill had joined me in bed last night and how he started rubbing my back. How the powerful combination of effortless strength and a surpisingly gentle touch made me melt, and how I came like a desperate housewife the first time his lips touched my ass hole.
“You came just from having your ass eaten?” Al questioned.
“Mmmm hmmm…” I grinned up at him, licking my lips.
“I know, you know how good it feels getting your pussy licked…” I said with a teasing smile. Al blushed hard and shook his head, as the memory of me eating his ass in the shower came crashing back.
“Don’t lie baby boy…” I whispered as I continued to tease him.
“We both know how much you loved eating my freshly fucked cunt.” Al blushed even harder and a big stream of precum oozed out of his beautiful, thick cock at the memory of eating my just fucked hole, still oozing his younger brother’s hot, potent cum.
“Does my baby boy like eating fresh cream pie?” I teased him again, loving this seductive power I had over him. Knowing that my son would drop to his knees and eat my ass on demand from now on.
I wondered how many loads of cum I could feed him…
By now I had moved in between his legs, spreading them wide, bending his knees and pulling him forwards a little to give me better access to his balls and taint.
I told Al how Bill had made me feel, as I continued my own seduction…
How Bill’s hands stroking and caressing made me melt. I stroked Al’s inner thighs and kissed his taint as I said this, lapping at that oh so sensitive spot, loving his helpless moans as his hands clawed at the cum soaked bedsheets.
Al still hadn’t tried to take control of the situation, I was expecting his hands to be in my hair, pulling me on to his cock…
But no… he mewed and writhed and moaned as I continued to seduce him.
I told him how I offered zero resistance when Bill pushed my head down and pulled my ass up. Again I echoed this in my own seduction as I put my hands on his hips, eliciting another gasp and pulled Al down so he was flat on his back, pushing his knees up to his chest, presenting his ass to my lustful gaze, ripe and ready.
How the first time Bill’s lips touched my hole it flicked that switch, not to mention that I came so hard I saw stars! I pushed his legs back and dipped my head, tasting his sexy, sweaty ass hole again.
“Oh fuck yes…” Al moaned quietly as I worked my tongue back inside him again.
How Bill just kept tongue fucking me until I was an incoherent slutty mess, begging him to take me.
“Oh fuck…” my son whispered in between moans as I sucked at his ass lips before spearing my tongue into him as deep as I could.
“Oh fuck me…” Al gasped as I pulled my tongue back as I sucked his ass lips again, tantalisingly stretching his virgin ass hole…
“Fuck me daddy…” he whimpered, his eyes half closed, breathing heavy.
“Keep going… Please… Oh! Oooo… Yes… Yesss…” His proud cock now constantly oozing a steady river of pre-cum.
I tongue fucked my first born son for the second time this morning. This time I noticed a change, he seemed to welcome the penetration eagerly… his virgin boi pussy loosening… his ass lips seemingly bigger, softer, wetter, more aroused… his acceptance increasing every time I pushed my tongue into him… his natural ass pussy juices beginning to flow, adding to the lubrication…
“This morning when I woke up, Bill was still inside me, so I might’ve fucked him.” I grinned at the memory.
Now I was lapping at Al’s balls, one hand lightly stroking his cock, the other was between his sculpted ass cheeks, lightly pressing and circling his soft, wet, drooling virgin boi pussy.
“Bill’s hulking weight was crushing me into the bed. I was still horny enough to roll my hips and get that delicious friction going.”
“I fucked my wet ass pussy on his cock just feel him cum inside me again.”
I smiled at my son, watching him tremble, knowing that he would become intimately familiar with that addictive feeling soon enough.
“You’ll learn to love that feeling too son…”
My fingers teasing his pussy, pushing just hard enough to slip a finger tip between his boi pussy lips…
“That feeling when your man dumps his load inside you… how it fills you… completes you…”
“Oh! Ooooh…” Al sighed in submission as his ass hole was penetrated.
“Then, when he pulled out of me, I saw his cock, glistening with his cum and my pussy cream…”
I trailed off as my attention was drawn to Al’s stiff member.
Which also glistened with his cum and sweat, not to mention my spit and pussy cream.
I began to stroke his cock faster, drooling spit on it, as I recounted giving his younger brother a blow job. I began to move my finger in his ass a little in time with my stroking his cock, smiling as he began to move his hips to try and increase the penetration.
“Mmm… my… such a slut…” I winked at Al, licking my lips, smiling encouragement and pushing my finger in to the second knuckle, noting his blush at my compliment and his smile at the increased penetration.
How I had the idea to give myself a facial, how I almost came as I felt his searing hot cum splatter all over me!
“You’re going to love it too… I can just tell…”
“Mmmm…” he wordlessly agreed.
By now I was so worked up, I took a break from my storytelling to swallow Al’s cock and give him a couple of good, hard sucks. I groaned in delight as his cock stretched my throat, making my eyes water. I suppressed my gag reflex to swallow around him, milking him with my throat.
Gasping for air and on the verge of cumming just from sucking cock, I picked up my story again, using it as a way to edge both of us, as I continued my slow seduction.
My fingers returning to his virgin boi pussy, resuming their slow tease, again I noticed his increasing acceptance as I pushing into his ass hole a little further, stroking in and out from the finger tip to the third knuckle, building that pleasure. I swallowed his cock a couple of times, then carried on with the tale.
I told him how I couldn’t stop myself from licking Bill back to life, how he sneered at spat insults down at me, how being called a faggot, cock slut, cum dump just got me hotter.
How he ordered me into position facing the door…
How I fucking loved it when he mounted me…
“Trust me baby, there’s nothing like that rush when your man takes you by the hips.” I said staring into his lust clouded eyes as I took him by the hips and pulled him so he lay flat on his back again.
“When he drags you into position and spits on your hole.” I smiled up at him as pushed his knees back towards his chest again and spat on his hole, before tonguing it lavishly, loving the feel of his increasingly wet, puffy, soft ass lips against mine…
Kissing me back…
Al was panting open mouthed as I made out sloppily with his hungry boi pussy again, his cock trembling, balls tightening.
“When he mounts you, takes you, makes you his bitch.” I held him by the balls and re-inserted the finger I had been teasing him with, this time all the way.
“Breeds you.” I said, staring into his eyes, wanting to know this was going to be his destiny.
“Oh fuck.” he gasped. Cum spurted out of his cock, hitting his face.
Only two shots.
A bit premature.
Nevermind.
Plenty more still to come.
Whining, he surprised me by sitting up a little, shuffling backwards, his back against the wall, long strands of a mixture of my spit and his boi pussy juices connected my lips to his ass pussy lips.
I kept my grip on his balls and my finger in his ass, he winced as his balls were pulled unexpectedly.
A shadow of fear briefly crossed his cum streaked face as I began to finger fuck him again. This time deliberately, slowly, fully, dominating his ass pussy.
“Oh… Oh… Oh…” he sighed in time with my thrusts, I felt the tension leave his body.
The flame of resistance, his last embers of his old masculinity flittered and died.
It took three thrusts.
After four his ass was milking my fingers.
At five, his hips were rolling sensually, trying to entice me to add another finger, to fuck him harder, faster.
“I know you want this baby…” A second finger slipped in easily. He cooed in appreciation, welcoming that increased feeling of fullness, knowing that there was still more to come.
“You know you want this…” I said quietly as I added a third finger, the sounds of wet pussy getting fucked began to fill the room.
His cock had that impossible hardness again, that meant he was now actively fighting his urge to cum.
“No…” he whined, “I… I… I…” he was losing the ability to speak as I fucked the last of his resistance out of him.
“Not yet.” I replied, still fingering his quivering boi pussy. He turned his head away, unwilling to neet my gaze, both of us knowing he wanted, no, needed this now.
I was loving this unexpected power I had over my physically superior son.
“You aren’t cumming until I say so…”
My words sent a shudder through him, he had submitted to me, he just refused to acknowledge it.
Al’s beautifully thick 9″ cock wasn’t done yet either, and I wasn’t about to relinquish the unexpected control I had over him.
“This slutty little faggot ass cunt is all wet and ready for cock.” I said as I moved closer, letting my prick playfully rub against his own huge (and hugely superior) cock.
Now it was nothing more than a giant clit, a trap to attract a mate, before he sank to his knees and spread his leg like a good little sissy cock slut!
I pulled my fingers out of him and bought them to my lips. Staring into his eyes I sucked it slowly, before I added a second finger, sucking both, then licking and drooling on them.
As he watched spellbound I touched my spit soaked fingers to his lips and he opened his mouth and sucked at them gently.
“But…” I whispered “Not just yet…”
Al’s cock jerked again as he sucked and licked gently at my fingers.
“That’s a good boy…” I said when I felt him lick at my fingers.
He was now staring at me coyly, submissively. Blushing hard as he moved his head forwards, taking more of my fingers into his mouth, and back, imitating a blow job.
His lean, hairless chest heaving, his heavy lidded gaze begging me to fuck him.
“Do you like the taste of your ass pussy?”
He hummed against my fingers.
“It tastes good, doesn’t it baby boy?” I teased. “Does your faggot ass cunt need to get fucked now?”
“Mmm… Hmmm!”
He nodded his head slightly and sucked harder on my fingers. He now had his hand on my wrist, holding my hand in place as he sucked.
He stared at me as he took my fingers out of his mouth, before he licked them and added a third, groaning as he did so, pushing them all the way to the back of his throat.
I revelled in the power I felt, as my son moaned submissively and he sucked harder on my fingers that had just been in his ass.
I gently stroked my slender 3.5″ prick against the underside of the head of his cock, knowing this was super sensitive, loving the sensation as my fag juices slicked in between us and his pre-cum oozed over my prick, adding to the lubrication.
I took my fingers out and his mouth hung open, panting shallowly, strands of spit connecting us briefly, his cheeks flushed and his eyes half open.
“Ready baby…” I cooed.
“Yes daddy…” he said in a childlike voice.
My fingers returned between his legs and he spread himself and eased forwards, not looking at me but not stopping what was about to happen.
“Mmmm…” I whispered in his ear when I felt my fingers touch his soft, wet, eager hole.
“Good boy…” I murmured as his ass pussy sucked my fingers in effortlessly.
His cock was trembling again as his ass muscles milked my fingers, fucking himself on me, his eyes were now screwed tightly shut, trying to fight off the urge to cum.
“Uh… uh… uh…” he moaned as he rocked back and forth, his feet planted, fucking himself into submission, chasing that orgasm, each thrust speeding up a little, working that virgin ass pussy a little more…
I finger fucked him slowly, agonisingly slowly, wanting to make him want it just as much as I did.
“Daddy’s going to take care of your pretty little pussy baby…”
Al moaned in response, his hips starting to move in a circular motion, grinding himself on my fingers like a stripper with bills to pay.
“Is my baby boy a little faggot just like his daddy?”
“Are you going to cum like a cheap slut getting fucked behind the bleachers?”
“Is my little sissy fag going to make a mess all over my fingers?”
I could see that my degrading language had brought Al back to reality as I wanted. I saw the last vestiges of his masculinity warring with his primal arousal. We both knew that he wanted to cum, by now chords on muscle in his body were flexing and tensing as he fought his primal urge to submit to the pleasure, to accept the fact that for all that college pussy he had had, nothing felt as good as this.
That his gaping ass hole was sucking and milking three fingers and his boi joy button was sending irresistible, irreversible waves of pleasure crashing through his body.
I had one hand tugging his balls as the other fingered his ass pussy. I loved how his ass naturally lubricated itself, just like mine did, the sounds of a hot pussy getting wetter and wetter was a real turn on.
I wanted to fuck this stud that I had at my mercy, but I knew that my tiny little prick would be a let down after having three fingers inside him. I also intuitively understood that he wasn’t ready for that final step yet. I wanted him to enjoy his newfound sexuality without guilt, so I didn’t slip my cock inside him… yet.
Instead I leant down and took his impossibly hard cock into my soft, wet mouth. At the same time I took my hand off of his balls and picked up the pace of my finger fucking his ass hole, my thumb rubbing against his perenium, my fingers caressing his boi joy button lightly, lovingly.
Amazingly Al’s hands kept desperately clawing the bed sheets as his toes curls and eyes rolled up in his head. With a wordless howl he came, his cum oozing into me.
He passed out from the force of the orgasm, his body going limp.
I waited until he woke up his cum still in my mouth.
When his eyes opened and I saw the memory of what just happened hit him, I kissed him hard, pushing my tongue and his load into him.
He spluttered and groaned and swallowed it down in several gulps.
His cock spurted again as he swallowed his own cum.
It seemed a shame to waste his cum, especially considering he had shot it as he swallowed his first load…
I slurped and sucked up his load and holding the back of his head, fed it back to him, licking the inside of his mouth with my tongue, dominating him again.
Satisfied with my handiwork, but still horny as fuck from the seduction, I let him go.
Al collapsed backwards, his eyes closed, cock still drooling cum from having his cum fed to him for the second time this morning,
Plenty of time to explore the new possibilities of my expanded horizons.
I left Al on the bed and went to find Bill.
I found him on the sofa, wearing just a pair of tight workout shorts, his bulge clearly visible and still mouth watering.
He had an open bottle of beer on the table next to the french maid costume I had brought and a school girl stripper costume that I had never seen before.
“Get dressed.” Bill said simply.
“Only if you fuck me after.” I replied with a smile.
Bill drank his beer and leered at me as I shimmied into the lacy thong, I made sure to bend at the waist and wiggle my ass as I asjusted the back to sit snuggly between my ass cheeks.
It felt good!
The frilly dress was a tight fit, the lace at the top brushed against my nipples, teasing me. It was so short that the frills just barely covered my ass, if I bent over even slightly my thong would be on full display.
The inbuilt corset cinched my waist painfully, but I can’t deny the hourglass figure it gave me!
Finally on went the white fishnet stockings.
I was blushing with an intense mix of embarrassment, humiliation and arousal. I couldn’t believe how hot it made me to be dressed like this!
If I didn’t need a good, hard fucking before I really did now!
I stood awkwardly in front of my youngest son, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my dress, waiting for him to tell me what to do.
I couldn’t look him in the eyes, but I could certainly feel the weight of his stare as he checked me out!
“Get me a beer bitch.” Bill grinned.
I winked and spun round, making the dress flare out, flashing my ass and sticking it out. This earnt a wolf whistle and a smack as I wiggled my ass back at him before slowly mincing into the kitchen, rolling my hips like my ass was chewing gum, practically begging to get fucked with every step of the way.
I head Al enter as and grabbed another beer from the fridge, closing it with a swish of my hips.
“This one’s for you.” I could hear the smirk in Bill’s voice from the other room.
“The fuck?” I heard Al mutter.
“What?” replied Bill cockily. “Wrong colour? I think it matches your lips.”
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“Fuck you.” I hear Al say, but he sounds uncertain, not playful or aggressive, he sounds like he’s afraid he might like it.
Bill seemed to read the situation as he got up, invading Al’s space. “C’mon bitch, that pretty pink matches those cocksucking lips and that hot bitch ass pussy.”
I hear him slap Al’s ass and Al lets him.
Now I’m watching from the doorway as Bill works his magic.
He has Al turned around, on hands and knees on the couch. The soccer shorts that Al had been wearing have been stripped down to his knees, his ripe ass pussy, still glistening from the earlier finger fucking is hot and wet and ready. Al’s soccer jersey has been shucked off and Bill has one arm around his chest and the other around Al’s throat in a submission hold.
I can hear Bill whispering in Al’s ear, breathing into it, breaking any last resistance as his cock sinks home, conquering his older brother once and for all.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Al moans in time with Bill’s slow, deliberate thrusts, their bodies shaking each and every time Bill’s hips slam home.
It soon devolves into primal grunts of domination and submission.
I can’t help but get turned on watching two sweaty muscle studs fuck right in front of me.
The vacation just took a turn for the interesting.