Mark
Mark was a horrible father, he knew it now. He might not have realized until today. He might have thought that there was some way to salvage a failing patriarch if he was given more time, more chances. Perhaps he had always feared failing Tyler, and so he saw its potential in every action, overanalyzed every argument they had. But still, Mark clung on to a hope that he could be redeemed, that his shut-in of a son, who was likely a virgin and showed no promise for any career or hobby, was the result of the world outside of his control and not a direct cause of Mark’s many ineptitudes. And out of the blue, Tyler introduced him to his new partner, who indicated that yes! There was promise! Fate could be curbed! The intertwining gravity of father and son was not doom. And above all, this meeting of Julian reiterated the undying belief that any man, no matter the choices made, can intervene on its effects.
But from the time he sat down on the couch next to Julian, and Julian whispered into his ear a phrase he will never forget–the boy’s breath was spine-tinglingly warm and fresh–then proceeded to have his half-hard dick stroked through his pants, and unabashedly received a handjob from his only son’s brand new, barely-legal boyfriend, Mark understood there would be no going back. Intervention for actions of this magnitude lived in only the minds of the deluded. The path he forged ahead was guided only by lust and the fatal acceptance that Mark and his son had entered a new world that held dangerous consequences.
Ordinarily, this would be a terrifying and stomach-churning realization for Mark. But it was hard to focus on earth shattering realities when one had a warm, wet, throat choking on their cock.
Mark and Julian had taken no time getting into it when they got in his car. Barely a second after both doors were closed, Mark began lifting his waist so he could quickly pull down his pants, his fat cock bouncing free.
Julian gave an excited growl and pounced on Mark. The cute boy was practically worshipping every inch of Mark’s cock. From the thick head to the heavy, fuzzy balls, Julian inhaled at every inch and groaned in pleasure.
“Mmppff, fuck you smell so good,” Julian moaned.
Mark watched Julian give his shaft soft kisses, working from the base to the very tip. This boy’s lips were so juicy. When he reached the tip of Mark’s cock, Julian looked up at him, those green eyes shimmering from the light of the street lamps. Mark saw in Julian’s face an unashamed confidence and, more important, a strong desire for the man whose lap he was in between.
“Can I fuck my throat on your cock, sir?” Julian said in an innocent voice, which contrasted the slutty request. It sent a shiver down Mark’s spine.
Mark, slightly dazed by his own lust and the rapidity of the developing situation, merely grunted and nodded his head. Julian immediately spit a fat glob onto Mark’s shaft, stroking it up and down to spread the saliva. Then, Julian opened his mouth, placing his lips around the shaft and deepthroated the older man.
Mark let out a surprised moan as he watched the boy take every inch of his, self-admittedly, huge cock. Without thinking, he grabbed a fist-full of Julian’s soft hair and held him in place. He knew Julian was holding himself there for a moment, moaning on his cock and allowing the saliva to collect and dribble out of his lips onto Mark’s heavy balls and into his ass crack. Soon, Julian began gagging in earnest. His back heaved, and Mark felt Julian’s head struggling to lift. Mark held him there, jerking his fistful of hair as a signal that he wasn’t done. Julian grabbed at Mark’s hairy, muscular thigh. It seemed like Julian might have been about to protest, to slap and scratch so that he could breathe. But instead, his tiny, soft hand began caressing Mark. Mark smiled to himself. Two whole minutes of this kid being force fed dad meat, and instead of the overconfident slut finding himself in over his head, it turns out he was actually fully on board with wherever Mark wanted to take this. Mark released his grasp on Julian’s hair and caressed it. Julian lifted himself off Mark’s dick with a loud gagging burp, several strands of spit connecting him and Mark’s cock.
“Ffuucckkkuuuggghhh,” Julian spluttered, looking up at Mark and taking care to slowly stroke his slippery dong.
Mark and Julian locked eyes. Julian’s were obviously bright red and teary, his cheeks flushed and lips already puffy. Mark was breathing fast and heavy, his mouth slightly agape.
“I’m so glad I sucked your cock before I sucked Tyler’s,” Julian said with a wicked smile.
Only then did Mark remember where he was. Only then did he remember that his son was in the house just 30 feet away from them. He could easily have walked to the car, inquired about why they hadn’t left yet, and found them like this. Charlotte, Mark’s wife, would be home from work soon. She would be pulling up to the house, her mini van’s headlights exposing the adulterous scene. His life as he knew it would be over. But as he felt his own wet cock throb, and watched the teenager below him smile like a brat having a cake all to himself, Mark found he really didn’t give a shit about all that.
Mark grunted, shivering as he spoke. “You’re a f-fucking whore, aren’t you?”
They continued to stare at each other. Julian gave Mark’s cock a stroke and giggled.
“Guess you’re going to have to find out,” Julian said.
Mark smiled at that. And as if it was the signal to go on, Julian slammed his throat back on to Mark’s cock and resumed giving his boyfriend’s dad the blowjob of a lifetime.
Julian
It was easy to revel in the gluck gluck sounds his own throat was producing because of how long it had been since the last time it was thoroughly put to work. Two whole months! Two months since Julian was last drooling on a fat dick while a big strong hand was eagerly guiding his head up and down. Two months since he basked in the earthy musk of a grown man’s sweaty balls as a deep voice grunted in appreciation. Two months since he started dating Tyler.
When Julian met his boyfriend at the start-of-semester Film Club meeting, he had just left the apartment of another married man who had left two loads in Julian’s delicious 18 year-old holes–one for each end. That dad was a friend of Julian’s parents and would always come over for dinners and movie nights. Julian spent a lot of time teasing and flirting with him until eventually the dad couldn’t take it and began groping Julian’s bubbly ass in the backroom while Julian’s parents and the dad’s wife chatted about boring adult stuff. Now, they fucked regularly–when his wife was out, when they came to visit, or whenever he just happened to “be in the neighborhood.”
Julian knew he was a slut. Or, in the words of Tyler’s dad, a fucking whore. It’s probably not worth listing out all the cocks Julian had taken in high school. Just know that it gave him plenty of experience to be the perfect fucktoy for Mark later on. From straight jocks and drama geeks to teachers and parents, Julian was hungry for fat, throbbing cock and when he wanted it, he got it.
So, naturally, when Julian asked the shy, introverted, and utterly stereotypical film nerd, Tyler, out on a coffee date, he did it while he hid a cute, glittery heart-shaped plug keeping his ass full of creamy dad cum.
Julian did like Tyler, and he found him cute in many ways. He was tall, brooding, had great hair, and it always gave Julian a thrill to make Tyler smile, which he rarely did and always with great reluctance. It was a fun change of pace to meet a boy who clearly liked Julian but was also unsure of how to pursue him. Since he could remember, he was always pursued by older men who were desperate to fill his holes and treat him like the slut he was. Tyler was smart and was already introducing Julian to fun and new art in a way that didn’t feel condescending but born out of a genuine love of sharing a passion.
But even though Julian was catching feelings for this older boy, he still had needs. And Julian was quick to offer Tyler sloppy head, which Tyler summarily turned down. Julian was a little hurt by this, but a week after their date, Tyler explained he was still a virgin and wanted to take things slowly. This made sense to Julian, and so he waited a very long 48 hours before offering his services again, which were rejected again. Over time, Julian got the hint, and decided he would simply enjoy the platonic time spent with Tyler while he thought of a new way to introduce intimacy.
When he was finally able to be alone with Tyler in his room–a plan he devised for several weeks–he thought he had it in the bag. They were kissing! Yes! But quickly, Julian realized the kiss wasn’t as good as he had hoped, and even still, Tyler wasn’t ready to go further. A sinking feeling filled Julian, though he tried his best to hide it from his sweet boyfriend. But Julian’s lust for sex, and specifically cock, was reaching a boiling point. It was fate perhaps that he was able to discover the perfect target for his needs in the form of his boyfriend's dad.
It was like unearthing the holy grail of dad cocks. Julian could see that Mark’s cock was long, thick, and able to produce gallons of salty-sweet cum. And the way he pumped his greasy cock and pinched his nipples while deliriously babbling indicated that he was just as eager to sink his cock in a warm, wet hole as much as Julian was eager to be filled.
Everything else happened on instinct. Stroking Mark underneath the blanket, forcing Tyler to stay home, all of it. What was interesting to Julian was that Tyler seemed to be facilitating this. He didn’t protest at Julian taking the blanket from him, nor did he suggest a bigger one. He turned the living room lights from dimmed to completely off, and while the credits rolled on the episode, he didn’t get up or do anything to indicate that he was aware of what was going on. Julian knew he was watching him pump his dad. It was laughably obvious what was happening. Tyler didn’t interrupt. Julian couldn’t read the expression on Tyler’s face; he didn’t know whether Tyler was angry or turned on or if he really was that stupid. But it all inspired him to take things further–to take Mark alone in the car. Instead of driving off and parking somewhere more discrete, he wanted Tyler to know what was happening. He wanted his boyfriend to see his head disappear into his dad’s lap. Just as much as Julian was turned on by getting to fuck the stud that was Mark, he was just as turned on by knowing that Tyler was watching. After all, if Tyler wasn’t going to fuck him, he was going to find someone else.
Julian kept bobbing his head on Mark’s fat cock. It was so fucking big. When Julian had wrapped his hand around it for the first time, it was soft and yet throbbing to the touch. And the heat. It made Julian shiver as he sized up the massive thing. It had been a while, too long really, since he had cock, and right in front of him was prime meat.
Mark was above Julian muttering to himself and grunting occasionally while he guided Julian’s head up and down with his strong hand. Julian couldn’t make out much of what he was saying, but he occasionally caught words like “slut,” “cunt,” “tight,” and “sloppy.” He didn’t really have to guess what they were in reference to.
After several minutes of worshiping his boyfriend’s dad’s fat dong, Julian pushed himself off with a loud wet pop, strands of spit stringing from his lips and chin to Mark’s leaking tip. He slapped the spit-soaked dick against his cheek repeatedly as he looked up at Mark. “Your dick is so perfect,” Julian said, the words spilling out of him. “Do you have time to fuck my tight, little hole right now?”
Mark let out a long, low growl. He seemed to be debating something in his mind. “I can’t,” he finally said. “Tyler…”
Julian reached back in his arched position and began pulling down his pants. His bare ass exposed to the now-warm air of the car. The windows were completely coated in fog. He wiggled his ass, and his smooth pink asshole winked instinctively. Julian returned his hand to Mark’s cock, stroking it lazily. With as much cuteness as someone could muster with such a sloppy and slutty act, Julian spit on Mark’s cock to make the stroking easier.
Mark moaned and immediately moved a beefy hand to Julian’s ass cheek and slapped it hard. Julian yelped, his back arching slightly. Mark slapped his ass again. Julian yelped again. Smack. Smack. Smack. Julian was panting, his eyes were watering. He thought if this strong man gave him one more hit, he might let out a sob. It was almost too much. Almost. Because Julian’s own cock was harder than ever.
But instead of hitting him again, Mark began groping the abused ass cheek firmly and growling. This man, likely sex-deprived and porn addicted if Julian had to guess, was going absolutely feral in the face of a bratty, bubble butt slut. Mark moved his thick fingers to Julian’s hairless hole. Despite the roughness he showed a moment ago, Mark’s fingers gently caressed over the sweet puckering entrance. He felt it in circles, slowly massaging it. Julian began to moan in earnest.
Mark brought his fingers away from Julian’s ass. But before Julian could turn around to see where they moved to, he found them right in front of his face. “Suck,” was all Mark said. Julian began to sensually suck on Mark’s fingers. Like his cock, they were also bigger than average, and this display of manly physicality made Julian moan some more.
After a moment, Mark pulled them out of Julian’s mouth and examined them. “I need them fucking wet, slut.” Mark said. And instead of inviting Julian to suck them again, Mark grabbed the boy’s hair again, pulled his head back and said, “Open.”
Julian opened his mouth with a silly “Ahhh” sound, as if he was at the dentist. But Mark was not joking. He shoved his two fingers directly in the back of Julians’ throat. His sound interrupted by a powerful gag as Mark began steadily fucking Julian’s throat.
Julian wasn’t prepared for this, and he had to adjust his throat quickly lest his slutty gagging and drooling turned into something more messy. But Julian couldn’t move his head to look at Mark’s face or even reposition his throat. He just had to take it. Within seconds, Julian was accumulating as much drool as he did when he had the fat cock in his mouth. Again, Mark was taking him to his limit. He needed to breathe. Julian was worried he would have to try and wrench himself free. Though the thought had not consciously risen to his mind yet, the next logical question he would ask if things continued was whether he was even able to do so.
Mark’s violent finger probing stopped as quickly as it began. Julian’s involuntarily gagging sounds stopped as well, and Mark removed his fingers with copious strings of drool dangling from them.
Mark released Julian’s hair and held his fingers in front of him. “Spit,” he said. Julian did so gratefully, having collected a generous amount, and spit into Mark’s hand. Mark grabbed Julian’s head again, but instead of yanking at his hair or shoving him onto his dick (which was still throbbing and leaking), Mark simply shoved his head into his lap so that Julian was resting his face in between Mark’s hairy thighs. The scent of Mark’s manly musk and sweaty balls, and now spit-soaked cock, was overwhelming and intoxicating. Julian sniffed deeply. His eyes practically rolling into the back of his head.
Julian felt Mark’s other hand return to his asshole, this time with fresh lube. The warm spit coated Julian’s hole, making him moan contentedly. Some of it dripped down to his own taint and balls, which he was perfectly happy with. Mark apparently wasn't though and scooped it back up. He resumed massaging Julian’s hole but this time with more pressure. Fortunately, Julian was well fucked and with enough lube didn’t need much warming up. Plus, he had spent all morning fucking his 8-inch toy in case Tyler wanted to fuck. And with the thought of that–fucking his boyfriend’s dad instead of his boyfriend, who was probably still feet away and could potentially see them moving through the car windows by the light of the street lamps; being his true self, a slut; being manhandled by a former jock dad with a horse cock while his own son had to simply imagine what was happening–Julian’s hole relaxed even more and opened to one of Mark’s fingers. It sunk into his warm hole one knuckle at a time. Julian moaned again, nestling his head deeper into Mark’s lap so that his ass could stick up higher.
Mark was surprisingly gentle, letting his finger rest in his hole after its full length entered him. But that didn’t last long. Julian’s boypussy was hungry, and he was already unconsciously thrusting his ass back on to Mark’s finger. Mark seemed amused by this subtle gyration. Julian heard him give a soft, low chuckle. “Fuckin’ slut,” he said and began moving his finger in and out of his hole. From the tone of his voice, Julian could tell that Mark was smiling at the sight below him. Probably in disbelief at how lucky he was to have a son who would choose such a perfect fuckhole. Julian lifted his head enough to resume stroking Mark’s cock. Mark’s finger began working faster, trying to get deeper in him. Julian spread the pre-cum that was leaking profusely from Mark’s tip across his shaft. Mark grunted at that. Julian could hear the spit in his hole moving around with Mark’s finger. Soon the car was filled with the shlicking of Julian’s asshole and Mark’s leaking cock. They both were moaning and groaning, signaling their approval of each other’s expert hands.
Julian had no time at all to react to the second meaty finger entering his asshole. Mark seemed to recognize that this was no virgin hole and did not let Julian get accustomed to the second penetration. Instead, Mark maintained his pace, this time two fingers fucked him fast, hard, and deep. Julian let out a loud wailing moan at the sudden intrusion. He made sure his ass slammed back to meet each of Mark’s thrusts.
Mark let out a sudden hissing sound. “Oh, fuck,” he said. Julian had thought maybe this virile man had finally been overwhelmed and was about to shoot his load all over Julian’s hand. But Mark had stopped his finger fucking. Julian looked up to see Mark looking at his smart watch. “Shit, shit, shit.”
Mark pulled his fingers out of Julian’s hole, leaving him feeling empty. He could feel it already starting to gape just from those fat fingers. It winked a few times before returning to its original size. Julian watched as Mark reached under the car seat where his pants were bundled at his ankles and fish out his phone. For a few moments Mark texted. Then he put his phone in the center console, leaned his head back and sighed deeply, running his hands through his hair.
“Uhh…” Julian started to say but stopped. He wasn’t sure what was going on.
“We gotta’ get you home,” Mark said, still looking up at the car roof. “My wife’s on her way home from work.”
“Oh,” Julian said. The mood was certainly dampened. The warm temperature and damp air that had formed in the car from their lust, which relaxed them and invited them to go further, felt slightly suffocating now. “Right…”
“You have any roommates?” Mark said suddenly, his eyes boring into Julian
“Huh?” Julian said, taken aback. “Oh, uh yeah I do.”
“They home?”
Julian smiled at Mark, catching on. Mark looked away, slightly ashamed. But then Julian’s smile faltered too. “Shit, yeah he probably is. Midterms are this week so he’s probably bunkered in studying.”
“Ah…”
There was a nasty silence between them, a silence made more awkward by the fact that Julian was still stretched across both front seats, his asshole still exposed.
“So, what do we do…” Julian ventured. He wasn’t used to this part. The interruption. Usually when he fucked older men, it went hard and quick and he was out and on his way before whatever stiff cock he fucked was even soft. A couple weeks later he knew he’d get a text asking for the same thing. But this. Mark seemed so insatiable. And he scared Julian. Mark was clearly capable of violence, some pent-up aggression, but he was clearly in his right mind to be gentle and caring and wanted to please his bottom. This vacillating between hard and soft was both confusing and exciting to Julian. And not to mention the size of Mark’s cock. He had only had one other as big. He needed it. And this gambit Julian played with Tyler, who he suspected may have his own deep-seeded kinks around this. It may ultimately ruin their relationship, and he might not even get a warm load in his ass from the experience.
Mark was turning the keys to the ignition, the car rumbling to life. Julian’s heart sank. I guess that’s it, he thought sadly. He reached back and began to pull his pants up his butt. But Mark grabbed his wrist firmly.
“What are you doing?” he asked the boy.
“I thought…”
“Uh-uh,” Mark said, shaking his head and pushing Julian’s pants further back down his legs.
“But your wife–” Julian had started to say. What was he doing? Didn’t he want this? Why was he arguing? Perhaps he never imagined this could happen.
“You want this cock or what?” Mark said gruffly.
Julian didn't hesitate this time. “Mmm, fuck yeah I do.”
“Good. Because I want that ass. And sooner or later, I’m gonna’ get it.”
Julian smiled as he felt the strong hand palm his head again and guide him to the fat cock that was somehow still throbbing and still leaking. As Julian opened his mouth to take in the length, he felt the two thick fingers sink into his hole once again. Halfway down the shaft, Julian let out a muffled moan as his hole began receiving a steady finger fucking. With Mark’s hairy crotch obscuring his vision, Julian could sense the car shift into drive, streetlights moving quickly past them and shadows mutating as they drove down the block, away from his boyfriend’s house.
Tyler
Pure shock. Something was happening. The car’s interior lights turned off, but the headlights did not turn on. It sat parked on the curb. Minutes passed. Tyler’s tears continued rolling down his face, falling onto the hardwood floor. The window that Tyler looked out onto the night scene was left ajar. He stopped his pathetic heaving and silent cry to strain his ears, desperate to deduce a sound that would give him insight to what his boyfriend and dad were up to. Nothing.
Tyler wiped his face, angry. He couldn’t believe it. Julian got in that car. His dad got in too. He imagined how far they would have to have gone for him to forgive if they had instead said “Just kidding!” and played it off as some sick joke. He hated himself for imagining they could still come out now and he’d let it go.
But they didn’t come out of that car. Minutes passed, and Tyler peered his eyes through the window, trying to make out shadows within the car. But the windows were quickly coated in a layer of condensation. The car wasn’t moving, so they couldn’t be…
He didn’t want to imagine that thought. But his mind went there. Went to what must naturally happen before. The groping, kissing, dirty talk. The sucking. Tyler was hardly aware that he was pulling his pants down, his dick out, and stroking it desperately. The neighbors would easily see this pathetic display if they walked by, but Tyler could barely register shame now. His hand gripped his dick and pulled faster, his breathing growing ragged.
Then suddenly, Tyler heard a noise. He stopped his furious pumping to listen. What was that? He waited. Then he heard it again. There were two sounds. A smack. And then a cry. Simultaneous. Tyler couldn’t breathe. Surely, he heard wrong. But it happened again. And again. Tyler let out a sob recognizing the sounds of spanking, the undeniable truth that something was happening, something beyond his control. Tyler resumed his stroking.
But Tyler could stop this. He could march up to the car, brave whatever sight he might encounter, and end it right there. He could berate Julian for being such a slut and his dad for betraying their relationship as father and son. This was beyond the pale. Nobody should have to experience this. Didn’t they know? Didn’t they know how hard it was for him? How hard it was to have a relationship? To be found attractive? Tyler started crying again, never once letting his fist leave his cock. He was so angry. He didn’t like to think about how little love he's received in his life, but they were making them now. He was rooted to the spot, tears resuming their outpouring. He felt trapped. Ridiculous, really. Jerking off two his boyfriend and dad…doing whatever they were doing. In his mind he imagined something sexual. Something pornographic. But he could not place their bodies, their faces mysteriously blank. He was wondering who was leading who. Surely Julian was, the bratty slut. He suddenly realized that the spanking hadn’t kept going. There was silence again.
Tyler also realized that he wasn’t just jerking off to his dad and boyfriend having teenage adultery in a parked car. He was edging to it. This thought made him moan aloud.
Now he was wondering when he would cum, how much longer he could last. He needed it. But he wanted to wait. For what? Could he time it to match the couple in the car? He shivered at the thought. Climaxing with his dad. He hated himself.
As if they could hear his thoughts, the car outside suddenly turned on, the headlights beaming ahead and lighting the street. Tyler moaned again, this time with a mingled sob. This was his last chance. They were leaving. He could tell them to stop. Tell them he never wanted to talk to Julian again. That he was moving out. Anything.
The car revved, and soon it was leaving, rumbling down the street, turning the corner, until it was out of sight. It was over. And Tyler gave a tremendous lurch, guttural sounds escaping his throat. And rope after rope shot out of his cock onto the floor where his tears were still drying.
Tyler gasped as he recovered from his earth-shattering orgasm. Slowly his senses returned. The gravity of the situation, his shame. The time. His mom would be home soon…
Tyler was tossing the used paper towel in the trash as he heard his mother’s minivan pull into the driveway. He ran up the stairs, determined to avoid her, to avoid everyone. He felt like he would spend the rest of his life in the darkness of his room, replaying this night in his head until he went insane. But as he did so, as he laid on his bed staring up at the ceiling and remembering every detail, he could not help but be aware of his, once again, hardening cock.
To be continued…
