Paul sat behind the front desk at the rundown motel, reading his latest X-men comic for the fifth time. Comics had been his saving grace, allowing him to slip away from his sad, small town life and into a world where he was special and valued, where his differences were celebrated. He stared at the muscular heroes and felt a familiar stir in his pants as his 18 year old cock twitched with need. He’d already jerked off three times today, but that didn’t matter. Ever since he’d discovered the joy of masturbation he’d become insatiable, jerking off multiple times a day and usually waking up with damp sticky underwear. Paul absentmindedly rubbed his 5 inch cock through his jeans. He pictured himself on his hands and knees, his slim, smooth naked body being fucked savagely from behind by Wolverine, while Cyclops gripped him by his ears and roughly fucked his face.
The ring of the bell over the door jarred him back to reality and he quickly jerked his hand away from his crotch, dropping his comic book and standing quickly, his hard cock straining against his jeans. He felt his face grow red and hot as he said “Welcome in,” in a squeaky voice.
The man who walked in looked at Paul and smiled, “Hello young man.” He was in his 50s, tanned, rough skin with lines around his eyes and mouth, a dirty baseball cap pulled over his mostly gray hair, a heavy gray stubble covered his chin and neck. He was tall and beefy. “I need a room please.”
“Sure thing. Can I have your ID sir?” Paul asked.
The man handed Paul his ID and smiled. Paul began the check-in process on the old computer, asking “How long will you be staying?”
“Just tonight, thanks.”
Paul continued entering the man’s information. “Been driving all night?” Paul asked. Most of the motel guests were truckers and drug addicts, rarely staying more than a night or two.
“Oh yeah. Been a long day.” The man answered. “How about you? You got much longer on your shift?”
“Just another half hour.” Paul answered politely.
“You look pretty young to be working this late. Don’t you have school.”
“I’m 19,” Paul lied, “No school.” The truth was he’d dropped out a week into his senior year, unable to take anymore bullying.
The man smiled at Paul like he could see right through him. Paul felt naked, uncomfortable and a little turned on. Paul grabbed the room key and handed it to the man. “Here you are. Room 6.”
“Thanks kid.” The man said, taking the key. “Bring me a towel when your shift ends… if you want.” The man winked at Paul and walked out of the small lobby.
30 minutes later Pau’s hands were sweating as he walked out of the lobby and made his way toward room 6 carrying two towels. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
The door opened revealing the burly man, freshly showered, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. Paul took in the sight of him. The man was at least 6’3, with shaggy gray hair that was combed back from a receding hairline. His strong jaw was covered in gray stubble and his dark brown eyes were wrinkled. His large, strong body was a product of hours in the gym, manual labor or both. He was darkly tanned, creating a stark contrast with his thick, gray chest hair.
“I brought towels,” was all Paul could think to say.
The man smiled and said “Good boy,” taking the extra towels from Paul. He opened the door and stepped aside, motioning Paul in. Paul walked in and the man locked the door behind him. “Have a seat.”
Paul sat on one of the beds as the man picked up a bottle of bourbon and poured some into two plastic cups, then handed one to Paul as he sat on the bed across from him.
“What’s your name kid?”
“Paul.”
“I’m David. Nice to meet you. Cheers.” David said, then took a sip from his cup.
“Cheers,” Paul replied, then took a large sip and tried not to make a face.
David chuckled and took another sip. “How old are you Paul?”
“19.” Paul’s ears turned red with the lie. David stared at him and Paul looked down into his cup. “18.”
David leaned forward, “I’m gonna fuck you Paul. Is that what you want?”
Paul gulped, “Yes.”
David set his cup on the nightstand and patted the bed, “Come here kid.”
Paul swallowed the rest of his drink, coughing slightly. He set his empty cup down and moved to the other bed to sit next to David. David cupped Paul’s face in his hands and stared at the boy’s bright green eyes. “You’re beautiful.” David leaned in and kissed Paul, softly at first, enjoying the boy’s soft lips. He deepened the kiss, working his tongue into the boy’s mouth. He felt Paul kiss him back greedily as the boy launched himself onto the older man.
David pulled back and whispered “Easy, we have all night.”
“Sorry,” Paul mumbled.
“It’s okay,” David said, kissing him again and tugging at his shirt. “Let’s get this off.”
Paul quickly pulled his T-shirt off and kissed David again, thrusting his tongue into the older man’s warm mouth, revealing in the way his beard stubble scratched against his own, soft chin. He felt strong, callous fingers tracing his naked chest, then a gentle twist of his nipples. Paul moaned into David’s mouth desperately.
David pulled away and stood up, towering over the younger boy. He dropped his towel, revealing a stunning thick 10 inch cock and smiled when he saw Paul chew his lip and stare with obvious lust. “Take your pants off kid.” David instructed.
Paul quickly pulled off his shoes, socks and jeans, and sat on the bed in a pair of white briefs that were tenting up from his hard, 5 inch cock. He looked at David in his naked glory, a mass of muscles, fur and the most beautiful cock he’d ever seen. Paul suddenly felt self-conscious and covered his own, smaller bulge with his hands.
“Don’t cover yourself,” David said. “Take them off and show Daddy your cock.”
Paul took a deep breath and pulled his tighty whities off, exposing his hard 5 inch dick.
“Good boy. Now, on your knees.” David commanded him a grin.
Paul gulped and moved off the bed to kneel in front of David and looked up at his dark, creased face, staring into the man’s warm brown eyes.
David gazed down at the boy. His hair was a mousy brown and needed a trim and his nose had a slight bump. His body was smooth and slim, he’d probably never done a push-up in his life. But his crystal green eyes were full of uncertainty and lust. The boy was in desperate need of guidance and love. “Such a sweet boy,” David said softly. “Show Daddy what a good cocksucker you can be.”
Paul took David’s thick cock in one hand and kissed the precum off the tip then began to suck slowly, while gently squeezing the older man’s large, heavy balls with his other hand.
“Oh yeah,” David moaned, “you’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you kid?”
Paul smiled and sucked the entire length ofDavid’s monster cock down to the base, burying his face in David’s pubes. “Fuck yeah son!” David praised with delighted surprise. He wrapped his hands around the boy’s head and held him firmly, shoving his cock completely down the boy’s throat. He slowly fucked Paul’s face, impressed with the young boy’s skills. “Not your first time, is it son? You love sucking strange men’s cocks! Fuck yeah!” Paul moaned as David ravaged his mouth. After a few minutes David pulled Paul off his cock, the young boy’s face shiny with saliva. “Damn boy, you’re a treasure!”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Paul smiled.
David lifted Paul up and tossed him onto the bed. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and rubbed some on the boy’s tight hole, working one thick finger in. Paul hissed and scrunched his face up as David spread his hole open.
“Oh yeah, look at that tight little hole!” David slicked his cock then grabbed both of Paul’s ankles with one hand and bent the boy’s legs over his head, grabbed his cock with his other hand and lined it up with Paul’s smooth, pink hole. “Look at Daddy son,” David said, locking eyes with the boy as he shoved his giant daddy cock in with one swift thrust.
“Fuck!” Paul yelled, his eyes immediately tearing up.
David covered Paul’s mouth with his free hand to muffle the boy’s protests, burying himself in the boy and held still, “Just breath, Daddy’s got you.”
Paul sucked in several deep breaths through his nose as his tight hole adjusted to the sudden breach.
“That it, son,” David started slowly pumping in and out of the twink, “that’s it. Take Daddy’s cock.” David slowly removed his hand from Paul’s mouth.
“Oh fuck, It’s so big!” Paul whimpered.
“You can do it son,” David picked up speed, thrusting hard and fast into the boy. “Fuck yeah!”
Paul felt his hole stretch around the huge cock as David thrust against his prostate over and over. “Fuck me Daddy!” Paul felt his balls begin to tighten and his little cock dripped precum on his face.
David held the boy firm, his young body doubled over under the man’s strong hold. “Tell Daddy what you want son!”
“Fuck me Daddy! Give me your cock please!”
“You want Daddy’s nut son?”
Paul felt the weight of David’s strong, hairy body pinning him in place, while the thick 10 inch cock jackhammered against his prostate and he gave into his orgasim, crying out “ohhhh, fuck!” as he came, shooting hot bursts of his own cum onto his face, chin and neck.
“Good boy!” David growled, “Paint your fucking face for Daddy!” The sight of Paul covered in his own cum and the feel of his tight hole clenching on David’s cock sent David over the edge. “Take my cum son!” he yelled as he pumped his load into the 18 year old’s ass.
“Breed me Daddy!” Paul moaned, cum in me!”
“Good fucking boy!” David felt his massive orgasim start to subside and he released Paul’s ankles and crashed down on to the twink. Paul swam in the sensation of his exhausted body covered by the older man’s strong, sweaty, hairy frame. They lay there together, catching their breath for a couple minutes. David gently kissed and licked Paul’s cum-covered face.
Eventually the older man rolled off the boy and lay next to him staring up at the motel ceiling, “Damn kid, that was so fucking hot… I can’t believe you swallowed my cock like that. You’re a keeper.”
“Thanks,” Paul said, feeling David’s load dribbling out of his spent hole, “You were amazing.”
David rolled over on his side to face the boy and lightly traced the cum covering his smooth face, “Looks like you needed that.”
Paul smiled bashfully, “Yeah… I only got to jerk off four times today so I was pretty backed up when you came in.”
“Only four? Jesus kid, how much do you usually cum?”
“Six or seven times a day,” Paul said, feeling embarrassed. He’d often wondered if other guys were as constantly horny as he was.
“You’re so fucking hot,” David said. He kissed Paul again and sat up. “It’s really late. Won’t your parents be worried you're not home yet?”
“No, it’s fine,” Paul said, his mood instantly deflating. “No one is home to notice.”
David’s heart broke for the kid. “In that case, how about we take a quick shower and you stay the night. I might need to use that sweet hole of yours again.”
Paul’s face lit up with a smile, “Okay.”
The next morning David woke up to the pleasant sensation of Paul sucking his cock. The young boy was expertly licking and sucking the older man’s morning wood, pausing to smile and say “Good morning… I couldn’t resist.”
David watched the boy expertly suck on his cock. He looked adorable with his messy bed hair and the huge daddy cock stretching his jaw wide. David reached for his cell phone, “I gotta take a video of this. You are the best little cocksucker I’ve ever had!”
“Whatever you want,” Paul said, licking the head of the huge cock. Then putting on a show of deep throating the older man for the camera. “Oh yeah, work that cock son,” David said, “Look up here, let me see your cute face.”
After a minute David felt his balls tighten as he got close. “Fuck kid, you’re gonna make me cum. I’m gonna paint that pretty face of yours!” Paul ramped up his efforts and David grunted and shot several ropes of cum onto the boy’s face, covering him in cum. David kept filming as Paul leaned back and rapidly jerked his small cock. “Fuck yeah son, shoot for Daddy!” Paul arched his hips up, doubling over and aiming his cock right at his face. “Oh fuck yeah son!” David cheered and filmed Paul shoot several spurts of cum into his own mouth and on his face, adding to David’s morning load.
David quit filming and set his phone down, then stretched out next to the exhausted, cum-soaked boy, “You’re a horny little slut aren’t you kid?”
“I can’t help it,” Paul smiled.
“And no one will wonder why you didn’t come home last night?” David asked.
Paul sighed, “My mom hasn’t been home in over a month… she’s off with her latest boyfriend.”
“What about school?” David asked.
“I dropped out… didn’t see the point in showing up just to get bullied,” Paul answered sadly. “I was never very good at school anyway.”
David’s heart broke for the kid and they lay there in silence for a few minutes. Paul’s stomach growled with hunger and David laughed.
“How about you go clean up and let me treat you to breakfast, then I can take you home?” David proposed.
Paul’s face broke out in a wide grin, “Sounds great.” Paul jumped up excitedly and went into the bathroom, calling out “I’ll be quick!”
David picked up his phone and looked at the video he’d made of Paul. He sent the video to the family chat with the caption “Look what I found… can we keep him?”
45 minutes later David sat in a booth in a small diner across from Paul. An elderly waitress set their order down.
“Here y’all go. Wheat toast, bacon and scrambled eggs for the gentlemen and a large breakfast platter for your son,” the waitress said.
“Oh I’m not-“ Paul began, but David cut him off.
“Thank you ma'am. Everything looks great.”
“Let me know if you need anything else,” The waitress smiled and walked away.
Paul quickly began devouring his breakfast while David slowly started on his. “How is it?” David asked.
“The eggs are slightly overcooked and I would have crisped the bacon a bit more, but the pancakes are nice and fluffy,” Paul replied.
“Do you want to send it back?” David asked.
Paul’s ears turned red and stopped eating, “I didn’t mean to complain… Everything is great, thank you. I just like to cook…”
David smiled, “So it’s good but you think you could have done better?”
“Something like that,” Paul grinned.
“Maybe you could go to culinary school… become a chef,” David said.
The light went out of Paul’s face as the reality of his life crashed down on him and he didn’t respond. They ate in silence for a bit before Paul said “I can’t believe the waitress thought I was your son. If only she knew.”
“I liked it,” David said, “the idea of everyone in here thinking I’m your Dad… makes me want to bend you over the table and give them all a Father/son show.”
“That’s hot,” Paul whispered.
“My husband and I love fucking our son in front of other guys,” David said.
Paul choked on his food and quickly took a sip of water.
“You okay kid?” David asked.
“You have a husband? And a son? And you fuck him? In front of people?” Paul asked in a hushed tone.
David smiled and explained “I have a husband, we’ve been together 15 years, and we have a boy we treat as our son, who’s been with us for 8 years, and we’re all very happy.”
Paul resumed eating, “So your boy isn’t your real son?”
“Not biologically. His name is Greg, my husband Trent and I met him when he was 19.” David explained, and we enjoy each other as a very special family.”
“Do they know you…” Paul motioned between David and himself.
“Fuck other guys?” David said, “Of course. We don’t have secrets in our family.”
Paul thought about it for a few minutes then said, “He’s lucky, your son. He’s lucky to have a Dad like you.”
“I’m glad you feel that way,” David started “You could be lucky to Paul.”
“I’ve never been lucky,” Paul said, “I’ve never been anything really.”
“I have a proposition for you,” David smiled.
“I’m pretty sure you did that last night,” Paul grinned, “And this morning… and if you want to do it again before you head home I’m definitely ready again.”
David laughed “Of course you are, but I was thinking, what if you came home with me? To Dallas.”
“That’s like 6 hours from here. How would I get home?” Paul asked.
“Well, I was thinking, if you come home with me and you get along with Trent and Greg… you would be home.”
Paul froze.
“If you’re happy with us, you can stay as long as you like. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll bring you back here, or help you get anywhere else you want to go,” David said, watching Paul’s reaction.
“So I would just leave? Like leave my whole life behind?” Paul asked quietly.
“You’re young,” David said, “Your life can be whatever you want it to be. Don’t think of it as leaving your life behind. Think of it as starting a new life… a new family.
“What of your husband and son don’t like me? What if they think I’m ugly?” Paul whispered.
“I sent them the video I made of you this morning- they definitely want you.” David grinned. Paul turned beat red and David reached across the table and took his hand. “What do you say son? Do you want me to take you back? Or do you want to come home?”
Paul thought about his life and what he would be leaving behind and decided even if he lost everything he had, it still wouldn’t be much. “I want to go with you… Dad.”
