After my first gay encounter with dad, everything felt different. Now that I was out to dad, I really wanted to come out to my stepmom, and to my mom and stepdad. But I wasn't sure how to go about it, or if dad would want me to. Even though I had a feeling they already knew.
I always thought coming out to dad would be the worst experience. I'd never heard him say anything at all about gay guys, good or bad. Whenever the subject came up, he just sorta shrugged and I couldn't get a read on his temperament toward gay people. But, looking back, I should have known that he'd accept me no matter what.
I've always been a major daddy's boy. When I was younger, I wanted to do everything he did. If dad was working on the old Pontiac outside, I was right beside him in a white tank top with my head under the hood and grease on my hands. When he cooked outside, I eagerly fetched him beers and sat in the lawn chair beside him, anxious to shoot the shit with him like he did with his buddies. When I was in middle school, I broke my arm and only wanted dad by my side at the hospital, and when I went home.
And dad's always indulged my loyalty. Before he married my stepmom Gina, he made it clear to her that I was his number one person. When all my peers were getting into sports and chasing girls, I was clinging to his side on the couch watching whatever football or baseball game he was watching and secretly drooling over the players. When all my classmates were asking girls to senior prom, I asked dad if we could do something together. Just us and no one else.
I didn't realize it at the time, but dad was my senior prom date. Only, we attended our prom on a fishing boat out on the Chesapeake Bay, under the light of the star blanketed sky while the moon reflected off the water.
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The same day that dad fucked me in the trailer for the first time, I got hit up by a regular named William. He lives in a trailer park a few blocks down from us, and it's always a pleasure for me to drop my drawers and have one of his loads pumped up my ass. So when he hit me up on WhatsApp, I boned up and my ass moistened with desire. I wasn't sure what my relationship status with dad was, or if dad would consider it cheating if I still played with other guys. So I decided to ask him before Gina got home from work.
“Dad?” I asked, my 19 year old voice husky with desire.
“Yeah peanut?” he said without taking his eyes off the race.
I felt a burst of joy in my chest. He hadn't called me peanut in months, and I'd accepted that I'd outgrown that nickname in his eyes. Hearing him say it warmed my heart.
“Are we boyfriends now?” I asked, and he set his beer down and looked my way.
Taking a deep breath, he said, “You're very special to me, son. But I'm married to Gina and you should date guys your own age.”
“I was just asking because...” then my voice trailed off. Swallowing hard, I found my voice again. “Will you be pissed if I hook up with other guys?”
“I'd only be pissed if you get pressured into doing something you don't want to do, kiddo,” he told me, then he motioned with his head for me to get up and join him in the recliner. I took a seat on the arm rest and laid my head on his shoulder just in time for him to ask me, “Did you want to do what we did?”
“I loved it,” I admitted. “I really want to do it again.”
“I loved it too, babe,” he assured me, and I felt my heart thumping in my chest. He ran his hand up and down my back and sighed, “My boy's got an itch in his rear end, doesn't he?”
I nodded my confession.
“Go get it scratched, son,” he said. “If you get back before Gina gets home, maybe I can scratch that itch for you again, too.”
“Okay!” I said excitedly, then I hopped up and got myself together enough to be presentable for William.
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As usual, William dicked me down just right. He was sitting on the steps of his single wide smoking a cigarette when I walked up. His black and gray goatee looked freshly trimmed and his cargo shorts seemed to accentuate his package. As I made my approach, he tossed his smoke to the side and stood up, opening the front door without a word.
When we were inside, he held his large arm out for me to melt into his chest. When I tucked myself under his arm, he smiled down at me and gave me a rough, tongue filled kiss that tasted like corn nuts and cigarette smoke. While we were making out, he slid his hand down the back of my jeans and slid his long finger into my crevice. I moaned into his mouth and reciprocated his flirty gesture by squeezing his bulge through his cargo shorts.
We broke our kiss and shared a warm smile, then he ushered me to his bed with his hand still down the back of my pants.
As soon as we were undressed, he took me with another kiss that made my head spin. While his tongue was dominating mine, he eased me down to the bed and crawled between my spread eagle legs. Then, with one easy motion, he picked my legs up and placed them on his shoulders. We ended our lip lock and I grinned up at him, admiring his brown curls and soaking up his features. His chubby cheeks and his brown, almond shaped eyes are easy to gaze at. His soft, pudgy midsection is dusted by a layer of fine hairs that I love to run my fingers through. And his best feature of all, his six inch erection, always sticks straight out from his body, like an arrow showing him which way is forward. It's base is shrouded in a dark, thick bush that looks like a half moon against his padded pubis.
I watched with naughty eyes as he used two fingertips to press his dick down and line it up to my still lubed hole, then he sank it up my ass and I sighed. When his pubic mane smashed against my taint and ball sack, I gave him a passive smile and caressed his soft tummy.
“You okay, Casey?” he asked me with a note of concern in his voice.
“It's perfect,” I sang, then I reached up with both hands and locked my fingers around his neck so I could pull him down for a kiss.
As soon as our tongues started to dance, he began thrusting and I moaned hotly. His dick felt incredible in my ass, running back and forth with authority while my legs rocked back and forth in the air. My toes curled so hard that my feet bent at the arches while warm, pleasurable waves of carnal energy poured over my body. My top looked like he was doing pushups as he thrusted into my hungry box, feeding me stroke after sinful stroke of his talented prick. My own dick was rock hard, leaking with precum that was pouring onto my stomach from the end while it sizzled with sexual pleasure.
Two minutes into our romantic union, William buried his rod up my ass and froze. As he added his donation to my anal sperm bank, we broke our kiss and he buried his face in my neck.
“Fucking incredible ass,” he hissed in my ear. “My old lady works late tonight. You wanna spend some time between my legs later on?”
“Okay,” I softly cooed, excited at the prospect of sucking cock for this cutie. My rectal walls gave his prick a satisfied squeeze and I remarked, “I wouldn't mind spending some time between your legs now.”
“That's really sweet of you, Casey,” he said with a sympathetic smile. “But I've got a shift at the transmission shop this afternoon. I'll shoot you message when I'm off.”
“Thanks, William,” I sighed, then he gave me one more deep kiss before pulling out and sending me on my way.
