Author note: I'm reposting since the chapter was taken down for some reason. Currently working on the next chapter, so stay tuned!
*All characters in this story are 18 or older.*
Tyler
It had been three days since Tyler watched Julian and his dad walk out of the house. Since they did God-knows-what in that car and drove off into the night. Since Tyler rushed to clean up his pathetic load he shot onto the living room floor before his mother came home.
Tyler’s dad came home only a few minutes after his mom did. He could hear them conversing in the kitchen, distant mutters floating through the walls. Could hear their footsteps ascend the stairs, down the hall. He heard the bedroom door close. Then silence. It was over. Tyler’s mom didn’t suspect a thing. Perhaps nothing happened in the car after all. Perhaps Tyler’s dad gave Julian a stern message about his inappropriate behavior—told him to never try that again. He could have even forced Julian to end things with Tyler. Maybe even Julian protested. Tyler’s dad had gotten it all wrong. He loved Tyler and wanted to be with him forever. Or maybe Julian propositioned him again. And his dad became enraged. Did they have a shouting match? Could he have hit Julian? It was impossible to imagine these scenarios really happening. And yet, the one that felt most obvious to Tyler was even more difficult to comprehend.
He fell into an uneasy sleep. Images came to him, flashes of Julian straddling his dad; looking up into his eyes, lips pursed anticipating touch; movement, up and down; penetration; gasps; release.
Tyler woke up sweating and breathing hard. It was 6 in the morning. He could hear the distant sound of a shower running, his dad likely getting ready for work. Tyler lifted the blanket off himself and saw the stain on his underwear. He felt the spot and found it still wet and sticky. He groaned in frustration and shoved off his underwear as he stood up to find a clean pair.
Tyler’s groggy footsteps pounded down the hall and passed his bedroom. Tyler froze in the act of putting on a t-shirt. He half-expected his dad to knock on the door, to come in. Explain any of this crazy shit to him.
But the sounds continued until he could tell they were descending the stairs into the kitchen. Tyler sighed and finished getting dressed.
Not exactly sure what he was intending to do, Tyler too went into the kitchen. He saw his dead in his pajama bottoms and a white shirt that was cropped, showing a little of his thick, but fit, hairy stomach. He was busy with the coffee machine and didn’t notice Tyler enter until he was pouring cereal into a bowl.
Tyler’s dad's head snapped up and found the source of the sound. Tyler was afraid to make eye contact but did ever so slightly.
“Morning,” Tyler said with a whisper.
His dad grunted his good morning and continued adding water to the coffee machine. This wasn’t an unusual response by any means. Tyler’s dad was always grumpy when he woke up and usually cheered up in the evening. But still, Tyler’s heart gave a twinge as if his dad told him to fuck off. He was coming to the realization that last night would never be acknowledged again. He began to wonder if he too would forget the whole thing ever happened.
Tyler sat at the kitchen bar eating his cereal. He watched his dad glued to his phone as he leaned against the counter, waiting for his coffee to finish brewing. His phone kept vibrating. He would type, stare at his phone, then another buzz. More typing. Who was he texting this early?
One text made Tyler’s dad burst into a fit of coughing. He looked up at Tyler to see if he had noticed. Tyler could sense some nervousness in his expression, but the two of them did not speak. They merely shared a look that Tyler could not decipher. His dad looked back down at his phone, and almost involuntarily, placed his hand to his crotch.
Tyler watched intently, his heart seemingly leaping out of his throat, as his dad casually rubbed the front of his pajama pants. He stared at his phone, grabbing at his cock. If Tyler hadn’t been closely examining him, he would have looked over and see his dad and assumed he was just adjusting himself. His dad chuckled under his breath and shook his head in what looked like amused disbelief.
Tyler wanted to run from the kitchen. He had an inkling of who he was texting, but this action all but confirmed he was sexting somebody. For the first time in his life, Tyler hoped that his dad was cheating on his mom with another woman. He watched as his dad’s phone made his face glow, could see the colors change and knew he was looking at a photo. By the way it shifted across the contours of his, Tyler assumed it was a video.
His dad wasn’t hiding it anymore; he was clearly sporting a hard cock and for the second time in two days, Tyler was forced to observe the sheer size of his own father’s penis as it bulged and pulsed through the thin layer of fabric. His strong hands caressed it expertly, running up and down the length slowly, almost savoring the touch.
The coffee machine dinged, shaking both Tyler and his dad out of their stupors. Tyler was entranced by the sight before him, and his dad was giving no indication that anybody else was in the room.
At the same time, Tyler’s mother came down the stairs and greeted them both. “Hi, boys.” She was fully dressed for work, clearly pulling a classic Clopen that she sometimes was forced to do when staff was shorthanded. Tyler’s dad hastily shoved his phone into his pants pocket.
“Hi, mom,” Tyler muttered, staring into his bowl. A few soggy dregs of his cereal floated in the milk.
She went over to the coffee machine and gave her husband an obligatory peck on the cheek, reaching across him to pull a travel mug from the cabinet.
“Morning, sweetie,” Tyler’s dad said, his voice somewhat weak too. Tyler watched him try to hide his boner, which a moment before was painfully obvious. He pressed himself up against the counter, making a huge effort of pouring his own cup and then filling his wife’s mug.
“Thanks for making the coffee,” she said gratefully. “I’ve gotta’ run. Can you figure out dinner tonight?”
“Yeah, sure thing,” he said.
Tyler’s mom rushed around the kitchen, putting together her lunch. She walked past the bar and kissed Tyler on top of the head before heading out of the house. “Have a good day,” she said to him in a quiet, soft voice.
Tyler didn’t answer, merely studying his milk. He heard the front door open and close behind him. He looked up to see his dad studying the front of the house, almost peering out of the window and sipping his coffee. Tyler heard the car in the driveway rev to life and pull out. His dad put down the coffee and immediately took out his phone and began texting. Another moment later and his hand was caressing the giant dick in his pants, which was quickly returning to size.
Tyler’s mouth was dry. He thought about what he would do if his dad pulled it out and started jerking off. Would he yell at him? Run out of the room? But his dad only continued his over-the-pants masturbation. Tyler cleared his throat. Nothing. His dad neither stopped nor showed any evidence he heard him.
Sadly, Tyler got up with his bowl and walked to the sink, past his father. His dad’s phone was halfway visible as he passed. Again he was still stroking himself, but Tyler could see out of the corner of his eye an image. Flesh. White. Smooth. Two jiggly globes with a pink, winking hole in the middle. Tyler’s heart skipped a beat as he could tell from all the porn he’s consumed himself that his dad was looking at an ass, though he couldn’t tell who.
Tyler’s mind went blank as he dropped the bowl into the sink. His ears were ringing. He walked past his dad again, back upstairs, back to his room. He had plans to put this behind him, go to class, brave the world. Move on. But in an instant, that desire changed, wilting upon the sight of his dad being consumed.
At the top of the first landing, Tyler turned back. He had a glimpse of his father in the kitchen. He could see his arm moving faster now, with longer, more deliberate motions. He had a better angle of his phone from here too, but was too far away to see the images flashing across his screen. Except for that his dad was watching a video. More skin, more movement. His dad had turned the sound on his phone up. Tyler could hear a voice speaking through it, but he couldn’t make out the words.
Tyler sighed. Sighed but wished he could muster up the strength to scream, to wail. Instead he turned towards the stairs in front of him and ascended, his father having no clue he had even left the kitchen.
Tyler decided not to go to class for the rest of the week. He stayed at home, played video games, attempted to read his manga, but mostly he slept. A spiraling depression consuming him rapidly. His mom was busy during the days, so she wouldn’t have noticed anyway. And his dad was not in the business of asking about his days, especially not anymore.
He could feel his dad drifting too. Tyler was doing his best to observe him more, but apart from the incident in the kitchen, he could not discern anything new happening to him. His dad would go to work, return home either making dinner or bringing back takeout. He would chat a little with Tyler’s mom, maybe watch some TV with her, then go to bed. There was no blatant seduction that Tyler could see on his face, not like he had that morning. Again, Tyler was given hope that this was all a bad dream, something to be forgotten.
The problem was that in those intervening days, Tyler had not heard from Julian. He had called his so-called boyfriend over a dozen times that first day. 10 times as many unanswered texts littered their conversation. Blue texts that were marked as delivered in an endless scroll. The second day, no answer. Third day, he called less. The fourth day, just once in the morning. The ringing felt endless, a cruel taunt, until the automated voice message scolded him for his foolish hope, for trying again after the obvious was made painfully clear.
Tyler’s heart had reached a depth he couldn’t have imagined. Julian too was all but a dream. The sheer promise of intimacy, of closeness, after years of failing to achieve it with others, had sparked and died in the same breath. The vivacious, young, downright sexy boy he had met was a ghost now.
Friday arrived, and Tyler laid in bed as the early morning unfolded. His mind worked to process the week, to imagine the unfathomable future ahead of him, when remembered it was indeed Friday. Tyler’s weekly Film Club meeting was happening this afternoon. A rush of ideas flooded Tyler’s mind. A plan to see Julian, to investigate his whereabouts, began forming.
Being on campus after taking the week off felt like another part of a dream Tyler was living through. As he walked through the historic buildings, and over the cobbled walkways, he felt ashamed that he stooped to this level of pathetic. He was heartbroken, sure, but there were much more important things than that: education, creativity, friendship. Tyler had been a part of this club for four years now, and these were the people who understood him best. Abandoning them felt like abandoning a sacred tribe. One of his best friendships in fact was formed here. Though, as Tyler entered the auditorium and proceeded to a lecture room down the hall behind the stage, he probably should have interrogated more why one of his closer friends hadn’t texted him all week asking where he’d been.
There were about a dozen students present, some girls but mostly boys aged 18-21. Tyler was of course the oldest, though he never felt like it. They were all milling about, talking about the latest movie they had discovered and debating what sucked, what was derivative, and what was “Truly ahead of its time, man.” Tyler immediately scanned the room for Julian, but did not find his bratty, boyish self casually flirting with any of the boys. Tyler never minded this, at least not before, because Julian assured him it was just in his nature to flirt and be social. Another pang of his heart as me remembered the conversations they had over this.
“Hey, Ty!” called a boy from across the room, waving. Tyler waved back, still in the doorway. He saw Mason, his closest friend of the club, talking to a girl and a boy. Tyler got the sense Mason was trying to avoid his eye contact. He walked up the group.
“Hi, Mace. Hey, Charlie. Lisa.”
“Hey Tyler,” Charlie and Lisa greeted back. They looked to Mason who still had his back turned. Finally, he faced Tyler and smiled feebly.
“Oh, hey Ty,” Mason said.
All four of them exchanged meaningless pleasantries, until eventually Charlie and Lisa got the hint that Tyler wanted to talk alone and left them to mingle before the meeting officially began. Mason watched the two walk away intently, doing his best not to make eye contact with Tyler until he spoke.
“Hey, uhh…” Tyler began. He felt awkward. Everyone in the club knew he was dating Julian. Julian was loud, boisterous, and openly smitten with Tyler, much to everyone’s surprise. Tyler did not want to have to admit that he and his new hot boyfriend were on the outs, but he knew he had to ask. “Have you seen Julian lately?”
For a moment, Tyler thought he saw Mason’s eyes widen. But it was a flash, perhaps a flexing of his facial muscles because Mason then frowned in thought. “Julian? Oh…no, I haven’t actually. Is he okay?”
Tyler hadn’t considered this. What if his boyfriend was hurt and in need of help? Or worse, what if his dad had done something awful to him on that night? It was an absurd thought, but so far, everything in his life was beginning to feel absurd.
“Yeah…” Tyler said. “He’s alright. Just…we had an, uhhh…we had an argument.” Tyler’s stomach felt empty as he devised the lie. Certainly, someone somewhere could make the case that jerking off your dad right in front of you without asking was considered an argument.
“Oh,” Mason said, pausing. “Uhh…I’m really sorry Tyler. That sucks. But I haven’t seen him this week. We don’t have the same classes anyway.”
“Oh…right,” Tyler said, his head dropping a little.
“Well, we should get started…” Mason said, pointing his thumb behind him to the rest of the group. Tyler didn’t respond but merely slumped into the nearest seat, his head drooping even further. Mason walked away from him and cleared his throat to announce the start of their meeting.
Tyler slouched off his bag by the front door when he got home. He had left the meeting early, nobody stopping him to ask where he was going. He didn’t care anymore. The fact that nobody had seen Julian, or bothered to ask him where he had been was proof enough that it was over.
Julian, the unabashed, proud, excited boy he had come to know, had come to care about, was a coward. He was afraid to face him, to apologize, to explain, anything. Tyler slammed shut his bedroom door with a frustrated grunt and threw himself onto the bed face first.
Tyler laid there thinking about everything. About nothing. About Julian. Again his mind went back to that mystery in the car. He tried so hard not to picture it. What they had said to each other. What they did. How would it have felt? To have Julian on his lap. To feel him grinding on him, whispering in his ear. Involuntarily he pictured how Julian’s perky bubble butt would look as strong, masculine hands gripped it, the soft smooth skin indenting where the beefy fingers pressed. Strong hands. Not his, someone else’s. He knew whose hands they would be.
Tyler pressed his face deeper into his pillow trying to force the image out. At the same time, his hips began moving against the bed. Grinding with desperation, an intense need. He realized he hadn’t masturbated in over a week. Keeping his face in his pillow, as though he did not want to witness even his own embarrassing actions, he slid his pants off, kicking them off the bed. More forcefully now, Tyler grinded his hips into the bed.
The fabric of his white briefs and the friction on his achingly hard penis made him release a soft groan. Rather than taking out his dick and stroking it, Tyler pressed it down and pointing backwards, letting the bed and his hips pleasure him. He could not stand to look at it, to remind himself just how inferior he was to his dad. Again, more involuntary images. He and his dad, side by side, their dicks protruding out–one obscenely large and leaking, the other pink, small, and twitching. Julian kneeling before them both. Julian choosing his father, his soft, pink lips enveloping the fat head, stretching his mouth, opening his warm throat up.
Tyler was panting hard now, his hips bucking. Stupid moans came in sharp and high-pitched. He could feel the wet spot forming on his briefs, allowing for more movement. Whether it was the drool or the tears, Tyler’ couldn’t tell, but his pillow was becoming soaked. A week’s long repression come to the surface in a violent boil. It felt amazing to deny himself the freedom of touching. He didn’t deserve it. He had chosen to stop Juluian from kissing him. Had rejected his constant advances because he was so scared. And now he was gone. Another man had taken him most likely, and he would never get him back. His own dick was useless now for pleasuring others. A truth he had been unconsciously living was now realized. This discovery was unfurling upon Tyler in shuddering waves. He was openly moaning, yelping into his pillow. Crying and sucking on the soiled cover. He was at the edge finally, this acceptance of a new identity nearing its—
Tyler’s phone vibrated on the bedside table.
He stopped his humping. Taking a moment to catch his breath helped Tyler to remember that he hadn’t received a text all week. From anybody. Cautiously, he lifted his head from the pillow to look at his phone as if he had never seen one before. He reached his hand out, but before he could grab it, the phone vibrated again. With shallow, anxious breaths, Tyler picked up the phone and read the two texts, his mind splitting apart in a million directions as he did so.
“Hey”
“We should talk. Could you come down? I’m outside”
It was from Julian.
Mark
Over the past week, it became difficult for Mark to fall asleep. Every night as he closed his eyes, images of a smooth, tight, pink 18 year-old boycunt swallowing his fat dong flashed in his mind. It was somehow even more difficult not to take out his cock right then and there pump it like a desperate, feral caveman right next to his sleeping wife. He had been inundated with the sight of sweet, juicy boyhole so often now that it was a wonder it wasn’t burned in his retina permanently. But what always made him fall asleep finally was knowing that when we awoke, his fat dick would be worshipped by the most delectable, cockhungry slut he had ever met.
After Mark had found out Julian was a cheating whore, and after finding out that the boy’s throat was practically elastic, Mark decided he would be turning the brat into his personal sex toy. And Julian didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, every step further Mark took, Julian was there to meet him. He had found a truly deviant equal as a sex partner. A part of Mark felt guilty that he was stealing his own son’s boyfriend from him. But with each passing hour, it felt too good for him to really even care anymore. If he was the kind of man who was introspective, he may have even realized early on that he actually enjoyed the thievery.
Julian had sucked Mark’s cock the entire ride back to his college dorm that first night everything went down. It felt incredible to get sloppy road head from a college kid. Julian was moaning on Mark’s cock, his perfect, jiggly bubble butt bouncing as he gagged and spilled his spit all over Mark’s thick, throbbing shaft. He had run his hands through the slut’s hair, alternating between an appreciative scalp massage and a rough grip, slamfucking the poor boy’s throat. This had elicited a sultry moan from Julian, as if he was turned on by how unpredictable Mark was being.
“You like that big dick, don’t you, bitch,” Mark would ask him. Julian had already learned better than to pull off of Mark’s dick to respond. He had moaned his answer while greedily bobbing his head up and down.
Mark had pulled into the parking lot outside the dorms. He had yanked Julian off him by his hair, which brought out a yelp from him. “You’re going to finish me here. But first I want you to worship these fat cum tanks.”
It felt good to say all the disgusting, depraved shit Mark had kept in his head, to let it all out. Even when he slept with his wife–an occurrence that became rarer and rarer with each passing month–he thought of so many horrible things to say, hoping one day he could finally use all the fucked up talk he learned online, but he never felt comfortable doing so. It seemed Julian would only keep worshipping him if he degraded the kinky fucker.
Mark lifted his hairy, muscular legs and framed his feet on the dashboard, the steering wheel between them. Julian greedily dove into Mark’s fat, hairy nutsack. He sucked, spit, and slurped on them while moaning like he was savoring a dessert. He even kissed at Mark’s sweaty hole, letting the spit run down his taint. Mark couldn’t help but be impressed. “Jesus christ, you’re fucking incredible.” Julian just giggled around Mark’s balls.
It wasn’t so late in the night for this parking lot suckfest to be fairly risky. Mark could see college kids walking from their cars or the nearby bus stop. At one point, two boys, probably Julian’s age, walked in between Mark’s car and the car parked next to them. He could tell by their smooth faces and slender frames that both were twinks like Julian. They were gabbing to one another excitedly about something, and Mark hoped they wouldn't notice them. But one of the boys happened to look down directly in the driver’s side window as they passed to see Mark with his legs lifted as he pumped his fat leaking cock while Julian hungrily sucked at his balls like meaty jawbreaker candy. He pulled on one nut, forcing the sack to stretch, then let go so that it could slap against Mark’s taint, before doing the same to the other nut.
The boy’s eyes grew wide, and Mark looked at him with a sort of confused, dumb grin. The boy stopped walking. And the other boy noticed what he was looking at. They both looked on in shock, until eventually Mark told Julian, “Let’s finish up. I think we have an audience.”
Julian, with both balls in his mouth, looked up at Mark. Mark was facing the window, and he heard Julian laugh with his mouth full. Mark saw the slut wiggle his ass and give the boys a wink as he moved his laps past his balls and up his shaft. Julian swallowed Mark’s cock whole and resumed his deepthroating in earnest. It didn’t take long for him to get Mark back to the edge, and with just a dozen or so pumps of the boy’s perfect throat, he was unloading thick ropes of cum directly into his stomach. Julian being the showman that he is, released his mouth from Mark’s fat dick so that a couple more ropes could shoot in long, dramatic arcs, coating his pretty face and juicy, pink lips.
Mark was panting, and when he looked to see the peeping boys’ reactions, he saw that they were blushing. One of them patted the shoulder of the other and urged him to leave. They both rushed away into the dorm building. Mark chuckled as he watched them jogging along in the side mirror.
Julian had repositioned himself in the passenger seat and was struggling to put on his pants. The dumb slut still had thick, creamy strands of cum on his face. Mark was overcome with a sudden wave of appreciation for being gifted the perfect cockwhore. He grabbed the boy’s hair once again and forced his head towards his. Their lips pressed together, and they kissed passionately, Mark eating his own cum and Julian moaning into him.
Mark pulled away from the kiss first. “Look…” he began to say. “I know this is a lot.”
Julian responded by licking a little of the cum that was stuck on Mark’s short beard. “Stop. It doesn’t have to be weird.”
“But…” Mark felt awkward. He was starting to come down from his orgasm. “Tyler–”
“Don’t worry about him,” Julian said firmly. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed, but he’s not exactly the kind of guy who’s going to keep me satisfied. Plus, with a fat cock like yours, why would I even want to touch that pathetic twig for a penis?”
Mark grunted at that. Part of him was hurt that Julian was so forthright about it all. Even though Mark did have thoughts about Tyler’s sex life, and yes of course he wondered how in the world he would make for an attractive, or even seductive partner. It was part of the shock of seeing him with Julian. He just assumed kids of that generation liked weak, skinny, sallow-skinned kids with messy hair. He could think of a famous young actor who resembled Tyler slightly and knew that he was the hot celebrity of the day. Another part of Mark, however, felt a rush of pleasure that he was the one desired. That despite producing the pathetic loser that was Tyler, Mark was still a man who made young, sexy bottom bitches like Julian positively lust after him. Apparently, Julian noticed this part of him too.
“See, you fucking love stealing your loser son’s boyfriend,” Julian said as he reached over and grabbed at Mark’s cock, which was stiffening again. “It’s proof of how much of a hot man you are.” Julian stroked him a few times before giving him a kiss on the cheek. Julian then grabbed Mark’s phone and inputted his phone number. “I’ll text you tomorrow, sexy.”
Julian exited the car and sauntered off to the dorm building, where other college students were pouring in for the night. Mark shook his head in amused disbelief and started the car. He needed to be home soon anyway.
Mark was lucky he checked his phone the next morning before his wife woke up. The first notification was from “Daddy’s Boy 💦” with a photo attached. Still groggy from sleep, he stupidly opened the message, which featured a juicy, fat white ass that was shining in the early morning sun. A cute face was smiling down on the camera. Attached to the photo was a text: “Good morning! I dreamt about you alllll night Daddy. 😘”
Mark’s wife, Charlotte, rolled over in bed, lazily putting an arm over Mark. Mark jumped and almost dropped his phone. Deftly, he closed the text and slid out of bed and sleepily stumbled to the bathroom.
Mark should’ve been annoyed at Julian for putting such a suggestive name in his phone without him knowing. And for sending an actual nude to him. But he couldn’t. He knew how that ass felt, knew how well-trained his hole already was. Mark stood over the toilet trying to piss, but he couldn’t. He was too fucking hard, a long strand of crystalline precum dangling over the seat. He started pumping his cock slowly, looking at the picture again. As much as he wanted to be pissed at Julian for risking his marriage with stupid sexts, he knew he couldn’t. Mark was already edging himself to Julian. He stopped stroking with a soft groan and pulled on his nuts to keep from cumming. He was going to have to set some ground rules for this fucking slut, and he was going to have to set them hard.
In the meantime, Mark did his best to creep out of the bedroom without his fat dong being too noticeable through his thin pajama pants. Charlotte was already stirring. Mark went downstairs to make coffee.
After he poured the water and started the brew, Mark texted back Julian.
“Don’t fucking do that”
Julian texted back: “Whoops 🤭 did you get caught?”
“We need to be more careful. I was in bed with my wife…”
“Fiiiine 🙄 but it’s more fun this wayyyy~”
“You won’t get this dick if I’m caught”
“🤔 trueee”
Mark continued making coffee. He found himself getting hard just from texting Julian. It was like he was 18 all over again flirting with a little bratty girl. Only, this brat had a dick and an asshole that promised to take a pounding like no other woman he’s met before. Julian sent another text.
“Has Tyler talked to you?”
There it was, Mark thought. Cheating on his wife was one thing. He hadn’t ever done more than sext other women and back off after that during the course of his marriage, being too worried about the potential fall out of getting caught. But he had been cheating on Charlotte with porn for years now, and as time went on, the deeper Mark got and the urge to do something as brash as what he was beginning got stronger. But stealing your son’s boyfriend? That’s the stuff only pervy porn writers could conjure up. In the light of day, the reality of it all made Mark’s stomach queasy.
“No,” Mark texted back. Just at that moment, Tyler entered the kitchen. Mark looked up at Tyler’s greeting and nervously grunted before looking back at his phone.
“Loser can’t even face his own dad after he fucked his boyfriend”
Mark thought that was harsh but also found himself slightly aroused at the thought of fucking Julian.
“We haven’t fucked”
“Not yet. But I know you want this cute ass you nasty pervert” Mark burst into a coughing fit, but tried to recover instantly. The cum that had accumulated in Mark’s balls overnight churned with excitement. Without realizing it, he put his hand to his hardening dick. “Where is he?” Julian added.
“In the kitchen with me”
“Oooo stroke your dick for him daddy”
“Wtf no” Mark snuck a glance at Tyler. He was staring moodily down at his bowl of cereal.
“Come ooooonnnn at least over your clothes”
Mark didn’t respond. He thought about what Tyler was doing in the kitchen. Surely his son could suspect what he did with Julian in the car, on the couch even. Surely he would be pissed at his dad for it. So why was he sitting here doing nothing about it? Did he want this? Was he as pathetic a loser as Julian said? Mark knew he personally would have pummeled his dad into the ground for a transgression this severe.
“I’ll show you my pussy if you do ;)” Julian had texted another nude butt pic, but this time one of his hands gripped the milky white butt cheek, pulling it apart just so slightly. Mark gulped. He grabbed his cock and gently began to trace his hand up and down the length of the shaft.
“Ok doing it”
“Fuck yes! So hot stroking for your son’s slutty boyfriend while he’s watching you”
Mark shook his head but chuckled, nonetheless. “He’s not looking”
Julian had sent another picture. The delicious folds of his asshole looked so tight. Mark could only imagine how it tasted, how it smelled. How it felt to get stretched by his dadcock. He started to stroke himself faster.
“That’s what you think. He probably is watching your every move right now!”
For some reason, Mark’s cock jumped at that thought. “Send more,” Mark demanded. Just then the coffee machine beeped. His obscenely large dick was throbbing and leaking through his shorts. He had half a mind to take it out right there and start stroking. If Julian was right and Tyler was watching him, he hadn’t protested yet. What else could he get away with.
However, Mark also heard his wife’s footsteps coming down the stairs. Panicking at how long it would take to hide his erection, Mark scrambled to put his phone in his pocket, hoping it would distract from the other protrusion.
“Thanks for making the coffee,” Charlotte said. The rest of the interaction was a blur with Mark doing his best to press his cock against the kitchen counter without also making himself cum.
Charlotte left the house and drove off. Mark watched her car disappear from view. He pulled out his phone to see a video from Julian along with a text: “Roommate’s in class. You need to come fuck me right now.”
Julian had propped his phone up on something and was on all fours facing away. His bubbly ass shined in the light pouring in from the window. Mark could see the boy’s cute hole peeking out. Julian was putting on a show, twerking and shaking his ass. He leaned back, closer to the camera, to show off his boycunt more, his slightly swollen balls and pretty 6-inch dick dangling as well. Mark sighed slightly and resumed stroking his cock through his shorts, dimly aware of someone in the kitchen moving. Julian then leaned forward and grabbed what looked like a 12-inch pink dildo and began slapping his hole with it.
“Mmmm, Mark I need you to fuck me right now. Come destroy this pretty boy pussy, okay? Make your idiot son proud and show me what a man you are. Pleeeease come fuck me!” Julian’s voice was dripping with pornstar levels of lust.
Mark looked up to find Tyler. He was gone. Without a second’s thought he pulled his pants down and began stroking his cock in full. He grunted out a relieved sigh, then turned on his camera to record his own video.
With strands of precum bouncing around and coating his fist and cock shaft to create a delicately sloppy stroking sound, Mark recorded himself jerking off then sent the video. “Coming now.”
When Mark arrived, Julian was outside of the dorm building waiting for him. He was wearing green booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt that almost covered up the shorts and made him look like he was wearing nothing. His smooth, fit legs glistened.
Mark approached him, looking around nervously at all the students milling about, heading to classes, chatting with one another. “Uhh, is this okay…?”
“Mhm,” Julian said cheerily. He grabbed Mark’s hand and led him inside. “Let’s go.”
With Julian pulling him, Mark followed. Feeling his horniness taking over, Mark reached a hand underneath the bottom of Julian’s shirt and gripped his clothed ass firmly. Julian only turned back to give him a mischievous smile.
As they made their way to the third floor of the dorm, Mark could not help but notice everyone staring at them. The second floor was all girls, but the first and third floor were all boys, and Mark noticed the various other twinks who watched them pass. Were they jealous? Had Julian done this before? Bring an older man into their dorm. Was Mark going to get caught? He hadn’t really appreciated it until now, but Mark has spent most of his adult life living so close to a dorm full of scantily clad, twink boys. And by the looks of it, their asses were just as plump and juicy as Julian’s. Mark’s hardening cock throbbed.
As they approached the end of the hall, they nearly bumped into another boy who was coming out of his room.
“Oops, sorry–oh!” The boy surveyed Julian and then Mark. His eyes flitted briefly down to where Julian held Mark’s hand and Mark's other hand disappeared under Julian’s shirt. The boy studied Julian again, looking nervous. “Hi, Julian.”
“Hi, Mace!” Julian said brightly. Mark looked at the boy again. He seemed familiar but couldn’t place it. The boy was slim too, his face smooth and his pink lips plump. He had messy, brown hair and golden-brown eyes. He was wearing sweatpants and a coat and had a backpack slung over his shoulder, likely headed off to class.
“Ummm…” was all the boy could get out. Mark could just make out the small Adam’s Apple in the boy’s tiny throat give a huge gulp. He was avoiding Mark’s gaze, looking down.
“Right, see you!” Julian said quickly and tugged Mark along. He opened the door to his room, which apparently shared a wall with the boy’s and entered, pulling Mark in and slamming it shut before the boy could say anything else.
Julian gave a loud, exacerbated sigh, lifted up his shirt to reveal his smooth, toned, twink body. “Fucking finally!” Julian then pulled down his green shorts, hopped up on one of the two beds and got on all fours. Mark saw that Julian had a pink, bedazzled heart-shaped plugging his hole. “I got it nice and ready for you, Daddy. Are you going to fuck me or what?”
Mark blinked. He was standing right in front of the door taking in the sight before him. He hadn’t moved. He looked around for a second and vaguely remembered a time when Tyler lived in the dorms. Only, he hadn’t been successful at making friends and decided to move out after one semester to live with him and Charlotte again.
Mark slid down his trousers, which he had already unbuckled. His fat, dadcock sprung upwards, a long trail of precum dangling from it. It was long and throbbed with life. It extended out from him and even Mark found himself impressed with it.
“Yesssss,” Julian hissed. He was pulling out his plug and putting it on the desk next to the bed. His hole gaped cutely for a few seconds, then reduced in size and winked at Mark invitingly.
As if in a trance, Mark walked up to Julian on the bed, his ass pointing up and face pressed down in the comforters. Mark gripped both cheeks. Julian moaned in response. Mark was amazed at how the height of the bed made it so that his cock pointed directly towards Julian’s hole. A perfect match.
Mark lined up the head to the pink, flexing hole with its juicy looking folds. He pressed his head in firmly, quickly getting in the first two inches. Julian cooed. Mark sighed. It was warm, tight, but well-lubricated. Julian’s fuckhole was as good as he could have imagined. As if his brain broke in that instant, given his realization he was fucking a barely legal teenage boy in his dorm room, Mark gave up any semblance of politeness. He didn’t slam into the cute boy, but he grabbed his hips and while pulling Julian towards him and forcing his own hips forward, Mark steadily drilled his entire 11 inches until he was at the base. His heavy, fuzzy balls rested firmly against Julian’s own small, bald sack.
“Oh fuck!” Julian yelped through the covers. Even this slut was surprised by how big Mark was. But Julian recovered quickly and started moaning in earnest. He squeezed his ass walls against the giant intrusion.
“Shit!” hissed Mark. His balls clenched; his cock throbbed. Before he could do anything about it, Mark began unloading his nut from the morning deep into Julian’s asshole. Each throb meant another rope of cum coating this boy’s guts.
“Ooohh,” Julian teased, though he was panting slightly. Head lifted his head and was trying to look back at Mark. “Quickshot are we? That’s okay Daddy. Nothing to be ashamed about. We’ve got plenty of time for round two, so when you’re ready–”
“Shut the fuck up,” Mark barked. He grabbed a fistful of Julian’s hair and slammed his head back into the bed. Julian gave a yelp of surprise that was muffled by the blankets.
Mark looked down at his cock lodged in this teen slut’s ass. He hadn’t gone soft after nutting. In fact, it didn’t even feel like he came now that he thought about it. It was almost as if his balls needed to let out semen to make room for the gallons more that he was going to produce. He pulled out his dick halfway and saw the load he had deposited coating his shaft.
He slammed back into Julian’s cunt. Hard this time. Julian yelped once again. He pulled out fully, only the slit of his cockhead still hidden by the boy’s anal ring. He slammed into him again.
With surprising strength given Mark had a deathgrip on his head, Julian forced his head free from Mark’s hand to speak. “Wait–”
Mark wasn’t listening. He slammed into Julian again. And again. Everytime he pulled all the way out, Julian’s boypussy gave a lout, wet, cumfart. Mark was reveling in his own cum splattering against his massive cock. “Fuck!” Julian cried out, but he otherwise wasn’t stopping Mark from destroying his hole.
For several minutes, Mark steadily pounded Julian’s ass. At one point, he got one leg on the bed for better leverage. This made Julian’s crying and wailing increase. He was practically screaming bloody murder, a much different tune than the teasing brat energy he was dolling out five minutes ago.
“You’re my fucking bitch, you hear me?” Mark growled.
“Yessss,” Julian cried.
“Uh-uh,” Mark scolded. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir!” Julian screamed. He could barely get the words out. Mark wasn’t relenting on his fucking hole.
Mark moaned softly. “Good boy.” Without warning, Mark pulled completely out of Julian. His legs and ass shook so much it looked like he was having a seizure.
“Wha–” began Julian, sounding dazed.
“Clean it up,” demanded Mark.
His cock was coated with cum, a shiny white glaze over the whole thing. It throbbed and bounced. Juliaan eagerly turned around and put his lips to the tip. He sighed contentedly and in one motion throated Mark to the base.
“Holy fuuuck,” Mark exclaimed, unable to compose himself. Mark felt Julian’s lips clamp down tightly as he pulled back on the shaft. Inch by inch, Julian cleaned off the copious amounts of cum on his cock, until he reached the tip. It was shining with spit now but otherwise clean. Julian made a dramatic gulping sound then opened his mouth to show off his throat.
“Ahhh,” Julian said giggling. He smacked his lips. “You taste good.”
“You’re…you’re.” Mark didn’t have the words.
He felt angry over Julian’s boldness, by his cavalier way of betraying his son. And then this morning. So risky, so careless. It infuriated him that he was so easily manipulated. That he was here in this room, being so foolish. And yet, he knew he couldn’t deny his urges. And Julian. He was so…so beautiful. His body, his bubbly nature. His holes. They all made Mark feel dizzy. And not only that. Julian seemed to want him. Mark hadn’t felt this good in years, hadn’t had someone who could match his sexual depravity with such vigor. Wherever this led, Mark decided as he looked down on the cute boy with rosy cheeks and his chin covered in drool and cum, he wasn’t going to punish Julian. At least not when he didn’t want it.
“Amazing?” Julian teased.
“Yes,” Mark said, smiling for the first time that day, pent up tension he hadn’t realized was there releasing from his body. It made him look years younger. “Amazing.”
Mark bent down and kissed Julian tenderly. Julian’s mouth opened slightly and their tongues danced with one another. When they parted, Mark spoke first.
“Sorry for being so…I don’t know. Mean? It’s all just so…fast.”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” Julian said innocently. “But just so you know, I think you’re hot, and I would probably do anything with you.”
“I think I would too,” Mark admitted. The honesty gave him chills. Julian gently stroked his thigh as he smiled up at him. “For now, I want to finish what we started.”
“Oh you mean breed me again. This’ll be the second load you know?”
“That was nothing. I’ve got a lot of fucking cum for you, and I reload fast.”
“Fuck yeah,” Julian whispered.
Mark gently guided Julian to his back. He hovered over him, his limp, pink boycock resting against his tight, fit stomach. Mark directed his achingly hard cock back to the well-fucked hole. In one motion, he entered Julian again. They both gave loud moans, Mark’s deep voice harmonizing with Julian’s high pitched one. Instead of the ferocious fucking previously, Mark savroed the feeling of this cum-filled boypussy and kissed Julian softly. Mark gently rocked his hips back and forth.
“You know,” Julian said in between kisses. “It’s okay to be mean to me.”
Mark lifted his head. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, it’s hot. You’re kind of fucking scary.” Julian giggled. Mark gave a stronger thrust this time.
“But,” Julian said, doing his best to fuck himself on Mark while pinned down by the hulking man. “You can also let it out on someone else.”
“What do you mean?” Mark asked, confused.
There was a pause.
“I mean…” Julian hesitated. “I think he would like it. If we do it right, that is.”
“Who?” Mark asked.
Julian gave a great sigh, whether it was from the increasing speed with which Mark slid his cock in and out of Julian’s hole or because of something else, he couldn’t tell. “Tyler.”
“Tyler?” Mark said sharply. He stopped thrusting, but he couldn’t hide the throb his cock gave at hearing his son’s name. Julian felt it fully, and Mark could tell he was holding back his brat smile. Julian reached a hand around his waist to make Mark continue. He obliged and slid balls deep into Julian again.
“Ahh, yeah Tyler,” Julian said with a moan. “Sorry to say, but he’s kind of pathetic.”
“N-no he’s not,” Mark protested. He was propping himself up over Julian though, his arms framing the boy’s head. His thrusting was becoming more intense.
“No?” Julian said, arching an eyebrow. How could he stay so composed while Mark’s fat cock rammed in him? “Is that why you’re fucking his boyfriend right now?” Julian even had the composure to use finger quotes while Mark’s breathing became ragged and his humping more erratic.
“Not…stop…wrong” Mark sputtered. Julian didn’t continue bullying Tyler, but Mark was fucking him hard again. His mind went blank and he pressed his full weight onto Julian, his head nuzzled into the crook of Julian’s neck. He smelled sweet, and fruity, and slightly musky.
“Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me,” Julian pleaded as he rifled his hands through Mark’s hair. Mark obliged and continued pounding him. Sweat began to form on Mark’s back, both of them unable to speak.
Mark was pounding over and over again into Julian’s prostate. It elicited yelps each time he made impact. Julian gave a loud groan and Mark felt a sticky warm sensation on his hairy abs. Julian had cum hands free. From the looks of it, Julian wasn;’t even hard, just pissing out cum.
Mark’s brain felt fuzzy. The sensation of his cock in the warm confines of an 18 year-old’s boypussy sent tingles through his whole body. Julian’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he finished cumming. He closed his eyes and seemed to savor the pounding. Mark looked down to watch his cock pull nearly all the way out then sheath back into the tight hole. Sloppy sounds of a cummy hole being wrecked filled the room.
Filled with the scent of Julian, Mark gave one final thrust before he was over the edge. His cock truly unleashed torrents of cum this time and his body spasmed. Julian gave his cheek soft kisses while he moaned into his ear.
“Yessss, Daddy, get me pregnant,” Julian whispered.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” Mark shouted. More waves of cum filled up his new fuckslut.
When he finally subsided from his orgasm, Mark began kissing all over Julian. He kissed his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his nipples, as much of his abs as he could reach. Julian simply giggled and massaged Mark’s back.
They lay like that for another hour, basking in the post-fuck glow. Mark’s cock had slipped out of Julian’s sloppy hold, but he still grinded on him absentmindedly. The room probably stank of sweat and cum and raunchy sex, but to them it was intoxicating.
Mark might not have realized it then, as he snored lazily next to the slutty bitch, but Julian’s grasp on the older man’s mind had gotten stronger. There was no chance of escaping this bottom brat now.
Julian
Seducing older men wasn’t exactly difficult, not when you looked like Julian. Tight body, pearly white smile, messy hair, an ass that makes other girls jealous, a seemingly elastic pair of endless holes. What wouldn’t an older, married, perverted daddy love in Julian?
The problem was getting them to leave you alone once you’re bored with them. Julian has had too many dust-ups with disgruntled wives and obsessed men. They either fucked once, regretted and ghosted, or they wouldn’t leave you alone. They showed up on campus, followed you to your parent’s house, texted and called nonstop. It’s just gross, really. And while older men are the easiest to get, they also aren't usually that virile. Their stamina just isn’t what Julian is after. Two-pump chumps, Julian called them.
That’s why the situation with Mark was so strange to Julian. Here was another classic daddy who was sexually deprived and easily entranced by his seductions.
Except Mark was fucking hung. Like a horse. Like a horse who was also a pornstar. And he was modestly fit. Way more fit than other 40 year-olds he’s been up close and personal with. And when Julian finally got that horsecock fuck pole to ream his tiny asshole, he found that the older man could go and go and go.
But even better was that Mark was rough and mean and degrading. Yet, he knew the limits of that. Another thing about sleeping with older men was that you ran the risk of real abuse. Petty, bitter, old fuckers who can’t stand youthful arrogance and they take it out on you. Julian was afraid Mark was of the same mold, especially with how rough he was in the car. But his apology and his tender fuck in Julian’s dorm made him realize that Mark wanted it both ways. And Julian was all for it.
After they fucked in the dorm, Julian told Mark they needed to leave soon before his roommate came back. His roommate, Jeff, was a straight jock and while he said he was cool with Julian being gay, he drew the line at gay sex in the dorm. That didn’t stop him from bringing home slutty girls late at night and having them choke on his cock. Julian didn’t mind though. Jeff was hung and he liked to watch his fat cock being worshipped, and they were too drunk to ever notice him playing with his hole while he watched them fuck.
Julian neglected to tell Mark that they fucked on Jeff’s bed. Unnecessary detail, really. Hopefully the cum that spilled out of Julian’s freshly fucked boypussy didn’t leave too big a stain.
Julian walked Mark down to his car. He stood on his tip-toes to give the man a kiss. Mark kissed back, though he looked nervous. He grabbed Julian by the waist and in one motion opened the car door and pulled both of them down in the driver’s seat. They began making out in the parking lot, the door wide open. Mark’s tongue wrestled with Julian’s. MArk’s lips were juicy and powerful and took over Julian’s mouth. Julian moaned into his mouth. Mark closed the door and picked Julian up so that he straddled his waist.
Julian didn’t really care that he was on full display as he humped Mark’s hardening cock. Mark was already gripping Julian’s ass cheeks through his thin shorts.
“Off,” Mark said suddenly. He was looking down at Julian’s waist, which Julian understood to mean the shorts.
Julian obeyed and wordlessly lifted himself up. Mark helped him pull off the shorts and tossed them to the passenger seat. Mark unzipped his slacks and fished out his throbbing cock. It was leaking pre-cum. Julian licked his lips.
Julian squatted over Mark’s cock, which was aimed directly at his hole. Mark was looking down at his cock as Julian slowly lowered himself. Though he was well lubed from Mark’s previous loads, it did sting a little to have such a large piece of meat re-enter him. Julian hissed and Mark groaned softly as he lowered his ass to the base of Mark’s fat dong.
After a couple of seconds to adjust, Julian began to ride him. “Fuck, you’re so big.”
Mark replied with a grunt. Julian was lifting himself up to the tip, and Mark was thrusting up. They met in the middle with a loud smack. Their fucking increased in intensity. The car windows began fogging up.
“Fucking…pussy,” Mark was groaning. “Stupid bitch!”
“Yeah, fuck me like a stupid whore,” Julian was moaning. Mark was really pounding into him.
“Dumb hole,” Mark grunted. “Gonna fuck you whenever I want. Fuuuuck, you’re so tight!”
“Yessss, Daddy, I’m just a dumb hole. Use this pussy whenever you wantohhhglkkkkk!”
Mark had grabbed Julian by the throat. He was choking Julian. Actually choking him. Julian slapped Mark's beefy forearm to stop him. Mark was looking down at Julian’s dick flopping around as Mark continued to thrust into his tight cunt. Julian was starting to see stars now. He could feel himself drooling, snot starting to dribble out of his nose. Julian looked at Mark, his eyes wide and panicked. Mark finally looked up at Julian. He could probably see the milky white face gone red and blotchy, mouth agape desperate for air. Mark’s grip tightened. Julian let out a guttural noise like an animal. He was going to die, he just knew it.
“Fuuuck!” One pump, two pumps. Mark released his grip from Julian’s throat. Julian gasped dramatically, collapsing on Mark. Mark was cumming hard. Each thrust was another shot of cum. Somehow, this married dad had an ocean of cum in his balls.
They both were breathing hard. Julian finally leaned back to look at Mark. Mark didn’t say anything, possibly waiting for Julian to react.
“Fuck yeah,” was all Julian said. He leaned in for another sloppy kiss and circled his hips on Mark’s cock, which despite the intense orgasm, wasn’t getting soft.
Mark and Julian fucked like this for the rest of the week. Whether it was in Mark’s car, in Julian’s dorm room when Jeff wasn’t there (Julian could feel Jeff catching on; he would show up just minutes after Mark left–Julian’s hair would be a mess, he would only have on a pair of short gym shorts and would look entirely flushed; when Jeff asked him if he was okay, Julian would just reply “Just finished jerking off.” Jeff seemed to be cool with that answer), or some other place, it didn’t matter. Mark and Julian got on like newlyweds. Mark used and abused Julian’s boycunt several times a day, and Julian did not protest once. He had never met a man who could fuck so much and so often. It was like having a human extra large dildo, and Julian was sure Mark thought of Julian as a human fleshlight.
One day, Mark took Julian to the mall. After Julian swallowed Mark’s cock in the mall parking lot and edged him with a sloppy blowjob, they went to a couple stores to try on clothes. Well, Julian did. Mark sort of stood around like an awkward dad taking his son school shopping. At Macy’s, Julian was trying on women’s lingerie. He had gathered a bunch of it and went to the men’s section to try them on.
Mark nervously scanned the department store. As Julian tried them on he would come out of the changing room. Luckily it was deserted because each time he did, Mark would get hard looking at Julian’s smooth skin hugging the different colored lace. Julian was having a fun time teasing Mark, showing off for him and grabbing his cock through his pants with a wink before he went back in the changing booth to try something else on.
When he did come out, he did the same little routing for Mark. Showing off his ass, his cute dick cupped neatly. He walked over to Mark and started feeling him up.
“Don’t I look sexy?” Julian asked him.
“Fuck yes, you do,” Mark whispered.
“You want to fuck me so bad right now, don’t you?” Julian teased. Mark bit his lip and nodded. “Mmm, well why don’t you–ohp!”
Just then another man walked into the changing area. He was holding a suit and several shirts. He looked to be about Mark’s age. He took in the scene of Julian pressed up against Mark, Mark grabbing Julian’s ass. He blushed and cleared his throat.
“Excuse me,” he said awkwardly and entered one of the booths.
Julian giggled and pulled Mark into his own booth. He dropped to his knees and started unbuckling his pants.
“Not here!” Mark whispered angrily. Julian pressed his finger to his lips, shushing him.
What proceeded next was a loud, wet, and eager blowjob from Julian. Bubbles of spit were forming at the corners of his mouth. His green eyes shone as he looked up at Mark who was openly moaning now and guiding Julian’s head with his large hand. Clearly his concerns receded immediately. He took out Mark’s fat cock which was coated in slippery saliva and slapped it on his outstretched tongue a few times.
Mark did not immediately notice the curtain for the changing booth slide open. Julian obviously didn’t, being chin-deep in dadcock. But Mark gasped as the man from earlier stepped in. Julian’s eyes traveled to the side to see the man with his own cock peeking out of the suit pants he was trying on, hard and throbbing. Julian tried to giggle, but the sound muffled by cock lodged in his throat. He looked up at Mark for permission. Mark looked at the man, then back down at Julian. He nodded.
Julian excitedly released Mark’s cock and plunged his throat on the other man’s.
“Ooohhhhfuuckkk!” he exclaimed. Julian kept one of his hands on Mark’s fat rod and stroked it, which was helped on by the excess spit. The other hand cupped the man’s balls as he bobbed up and down.
This guy was nowhere near as big as Mark, but he was still a solid 6 inches. Julian could appreciate a slightly above average cock too. He breathed in deep, taking in the scent of fresh manly sweat. He moaned around the man’s cock. He took it out of his throat and spit on it aggressively.
“Such a fucking slut,” the man said. He looked over at Mark. “Sorry…I didn’t mean…your son…”
Julian looked at Mark. His eyes went wide at the realization this man thought Julian was his son. Julian’s hole clenched with the excitement that this man thought Mark was his dad. More importantly, the man thought Julian was giving his dad a noisy, sloppy blowjob, and that turned him on! Despite the embarrassed face he was making, Julian felt Mark’s Julian dick throb. He sucked the other man with more vigor.
With years of experience practicing it, Julian gave Mark an expert handjob while continuing to offer the stranger his throatpussy. In no time, the man was already at the edge.
“Oh fuck, I want to paint that fucking face,” he sputtered, his hips fucking the cock into Julian’s throat.
Julian released the man with a loud, wet pop. “Come on then, cover me.” Julian looked at the man who he noticed was balding and slightly overweight. Classic dad type. He started jerking both dicks off at increased speed. He looked at Mark whose face showed he was overwhelmed by Julan’s handpussy. “You too, Daddy.”
That sent the stranger over the edge. With a roar, ropes of cum launched from his cock, covering Julian’s lips, cheeks, and hair. Mark quickly followed. His cock shot thicker, longer ropes. 10 or 12 erupted from Mark as he moaned. Julian could imagine how he looked covered in so much cum. The smell was making him dizzy. He sucked the tip of the stranger’s cock to drink up any remaining cum. The man responded with an audible shiver. He did the same to Mark, then gave both of their cocks a couple tugs as they began to deflate.
Julian stood up. Before he could give a sassy remark about taking two men twice his age’s loads, Mark grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into a deep kiss. Mark began licking around Julian’s face, eating up both his and the random dude’s load.
“Fuck,” the stranger sighed softly. He seemed to be coming to his senses, though, because during Mark and Julian’s makeout session, he zipped his pants up and hurriedly exited the booth. Julian heard him mutter as he left and could’ve sworn he heard him say, “Wish my son was that slutty.”
By the end of the week, Julian and Mark were in a complete daze. Everyday they fucked, everyday they upped their horny escapades. No one had ever made Julian feel so slutty, so wanted. And Mark’s cock was to die for. Each time Julian touched it, sucked it, or felt it sink into his juicy, pink boypussy, he seemed to discover new things about it.
Julian had convinced Mark to fuck him in his house. Mark told him no initially. That was a safe zone, he had argued. Too risky. But, while he rode Mark’s fat donkey dick one day, Julian convinced him they could sneak one in while the house was empty.
“I’m tired of sneaking around my dorm,” Julian whined. “Plus, my roommate got pissed at the last load we left on his bed.”
“That’s the only place we can…wait, that’s his bed?!” Mark said, gasping both from the shock and the sensation of Julian’s ass walls squeezing him.
“Mhhm,” Julian said unabashedly. “I told him my covers were in the wash and had to jerk off. He understood, but was pissed.”
“He understood…?”
“That guy–ugh–jerks off all the time. Even when I’m in the room! He can’t give me any oooshit!” Julian was slamming himself on Mark’s cock. Despite how much he tried to make Mark cum, Mark seemed to outlast him.
“Fuuucking hell,” Mark was twitching underneath Julian. “Okay, fine. We can do it.”
“Yay!” Julian squealed. “Mmm, hopefully Tyler doesn’t catch his dad pounding a cute twink asshole.”
Mark’s shivered, his cock unloading inside Julian’s guts immediately.
Julian hadn’t been in Tyler’s house since last week, which was the first time he’d ever been. Julian had assured Mark that Tyler would be at class right now. He knew his schedule, being boyfriends and all. Mark didn’t check the house first. Didn’t check Tyler’s room. He was too horny to think. Julian hoped for this and was pleased to see it play out how he imagined. Mark led Julian through the entryway, passed the kitchen and towards the stairs. Julian stopped.
“Uh-uh,” he said in a bratty tone. “I want it on the couch.”
Mark looked at him annoyed. He relented with an eye roll and followed Julian to the couch. Julian plopped onto it and got on all fours. He wiggled his ass at Mark as he walked over. Mark gave it a playful smack and Julian giggled.
“I want that pretty throat first,” Mark told him.
Julian turned around and got on his knees. “Mmm, yes please!”
Mark was unbuckling his pants. His heavy cock slithered out of the zipper first. Then the rest of the pants fell down to his ankles. He kicked them off. Julian’s eyes shimmered with excitement at the meaty shaft. He watched in amazement as the fat dick began swelling right before his eyes. It never got old to see it grow to full length.
“Oops, hold on, I need to check something real quick,” Julian said. He pulled out his phone from his pants pockets.
Julian opened his message app. He had to scroll a ways to find it, but he saw the contact TyTy 👨❤️👨 and clicked on it. He hadn’t texted Tyler all week, partly because he knew it would drive Tyler crazy, but also because he was simply too busy fucking his dad. But he was ready to put into motion a much crazier plan than simply stealing a boyfriend’s dad.
Julian texted Tyler, “Hey.” Then he sent another message and put the phone down.
“C’mere,” Julian said and grabbed Mark’s fuzzy ass cheek to pull him closer. In one swallowing motion, Julian took Mark to the base, his chin bumping up against Mark’s fat nuts. He hummed satisfactorily, head impaled on Mark’s babymaker, knowing what was about to come next.
To be continued...
