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My family is not poor, it can even be said to be well-off in this city. However, fate was not kind to my family when my mother died in a traffic accident when I was young. The pain of losing my mother is still a trauma that haunts me to this day. Because of that, my dad was also immersed in grief for two years. He became stressed and sad, and his personality completely changed. It was probably the worst time of my life.
However, a glimmer of hope appeared one beautiful day on two years ago. My dad seemed to wake up from his daze. He was determined to change himself and live a more positive life. Dad began to openly share with me, care for me, and take better care of me. He works out regularly at the gym, quit drinking, and tries to create a happy life for his family. Seeing my dad's change, I somewhat eased my sadness and felt his boundless love for me.
The loss of my mother is irreparable, but my dad used his love and warmth to shelter and protect me. Dad showed me that, no matter the situation, to be a man, you must always be tough, and strong, and stand up for yourself and the people you love. He will forever be an exemplary portrait of a man that I always follow.
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It's summer days, no school, but I cycle home feeling quite frustrated. In the morning, my best friend and I planned to go to the movies and have dinner together. However, the plan fell apart when she got food poisoning and had to be hospitalized that afternoon. Even though I feel sorry for his, I still can't help but be disappointed that the plan was canceled.
The June weather was scorching hot, I cycled quickly home, just hoping to take a shower and rest. After 20 minutes of tiring cycling, I arrived home. Opening the gate, I was surprised to see my dad's car parked in the yard because he usually goes to work until 6 o'clock and then comes home.
Walking to the front door, I was even more surprised to see my dad's leather shoes thrown haphazardly on the floor next to a pair of clear sneakers that were quite familiar, but I didn't recognize whose they belonged to. At first, I thought they were the shoes his customer brought home. However, I didn't see their car anywhere, and my dad rarely brought customers home.
I thought I was thinking too much so I pushed those thoughts aside. I turned the doorknob to get in and found it was locked. “weird?” I think. If my dad were at home, why did he lock the door? Therefore, I became even more curious about what my dad was doing in the house.
I gingerly opened the lock so as not to make a sound, then stepped inside. There is currently no one in the living room. Then I went through the kitchen, then all the downstairs but didn't see anyone. “You're thinking too much!” I calmed myself.
My dad must have gone out with someone else, so I once again put those thoughts aside. I walked upstairs to get some clothes, then jumped into the bathroom to get rid of the sweat that was all over my body. On the upper floor of my house, there are 3 main rooms, one is mine, the second is my parents and a bathroom.
As soon as I entered my room, I heard some strange sounds coming from the wall next to my bed, and without any difference, on the other side of the wall was my parents' room.
This sound is really familiar, it keeps coming out in a regular 'click-click' rhythm. Without saying anything, I knew it was the sound of having sex. I was quite surprised that my dad brought his lover home. Actually, I'm not too strict with him. If he takes another step to find a partner, I'm willing to accept.
But another thought flashed through my mind. If there was a large sneaker in front of the house, it could hardly be a woman. Just that thought made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Could it be that he had sex with another man?
I stood disturbed in my room. I was really curious, and tada, an idea popped into my head. I can check who is in his room through the whole house surveillance camera. Before that, my dad and I discussed whether we should install it or not because it quite affected the privacy of dad and son. But the result is that they still agree to install it because after all, access rights only lie with two people in the family.
I trembled in anticipation to open my laptop and access the live CCTV of my parents' room. The visions and sounds appearing on my laptop shocked me to every pore.
On the bed, a man lay sprawled out, his large, muscular form accentuating his broad shoulders and thickly veined arms and chest. His white skin glistened under the dim light, highlighting every curve and contour of his toned physique. His hands held firmly onto his knees, stretching his muscular thighs wide apart. The exposed area between his legs revealed a sight rarely seen among men a thick, throbbing member that towered over even the massive size. A high school boy, full of youthful vigor, approached eagerly. With a single thrust, he plunged his own massive cock into the open hole of the muscular man. The boy began to move with intense force, taking advantage of the well-built man's stretched position.
I couldn't comprehend it, not even for a hundred thousand thoughts. That strong man is my dad, who was supposed to be my protector but was now being fucked by a high school boy.
A loud 'pop' echoed through the room as the high school student delivered another powerful slap to the muscular man's butt. The impact caused the firm flesh to jiggle, sending waves rippling outward from the point of contact. Despite the stinging pain, the man let out a lustful moan, pleading for mercy.
“Uhm... Uhh... Slow down... It's too much…”
His words fell on deaf ears as the relentless assault continued. The boy's powerful hips drove into the man with unrelenting force, each thrust eliciting a series of lewd moans from both parties involved. “If you tell me to slow down, stop lying!” the boy snapped, his grip tightening around the man's chest muscle. “Just two days ago, you were begging me to stop because I was fucking you too hard.”
A cascade of lewd moans escaped my dad's lips, his entire body trembling with each punishing thrust. His handsome, masculine face turned a bright shade of red, matching the flush of arousal that painted his cheeks. His half-lidded eyes fluttered open and shut intermittently, lost in a sea of hedonistic bliss.
"Ah... Ah..." he groaned, his large, firm breasts bouncing in tandem with the vigorous movements below. Each sway accentuated his femininity, adding a layer of complexity to the already erotic scene.
"It's because the asshole behind me... it's so itchy... I can't stand it anymore," he confessed breathlessly, "so I asked you, Taylor... to use your cock to grind my pussy... to help me stop the itching."
The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. Looking closely, the person who was vigorously fucking my dad was Taylor, the guy who often bullied me at school.
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Two months prior, fed up with the constant bullying, I had confided in the school administration. In response, both families convened at the principal's office to discuss the issue. However, despite our best efforts, things remained unresolved due to the wealth and influence wielded by Taylor's family.
In an attempt to shield me from further harm, my father had taken matters into his own hands. He'd initiated private discussions with Taylor's family, which proved effective. The bullying ceased, and I found myself free from harassment at school.Yet, whenever I pressed my dad about how he managed to achieve this, he always evaded the question, leaving me curious and unsatisfied. Now, seeing Taylor in action, I finally understood why my dad had been so secretive.
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With a rough grasp, Taylor pinched my dad's sensitive nipples, causing him to gasp and squirm beneath the high schooler. His voice hitched, caught somewhere between a plea and a desperate apology.
"Again, what is the right way for you to call me?"
My dad whimpered, his tone filled with submission and desire. "Uh... Uh... Mr. Taylor,... I'm sorry... I was wrong... I'm too horny, so I can't wait to beg you to use your cock to grind my pussy hole to get rid of the itching... Mr. Taylor, please help me get rid of itching..."
Taylor released his hold on my dad's nipples, revealing the dark red, swollen nubs that throbbed with sensitivity. Above, he chuckled, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and lust.
"It's unbelievable that the man who is the breadwinner of the family, a dignified, strong, masculine person like you, is carefree and craves a big piece of a man's cock," he said lewdly, before finishing with, "a high school student. It's truly unimaginable!”
Without pausing for even a moment, Taylor gripped my dad's ankles firmly, yanking them apart as far as they would go. Standing over him, he drove his cock into my dad's pussy from above, thrusting down with relentless force.
"Ahh... Aaaah... Don't... Be too strong... Slow down..." my dad gasped, his asshole sending shockwaves of pleasure with each brutal stroke. His insides were stretched and filled, then emptied and refilled, over and over again, until his nerves were screaming with delight.
But instead of begging for mercy, my dad took things one step further. "Yes...! On the outside, I'm a man, masculine, strong... But actually, deep inside, I've always been a slut..."
The boy was satisfied, smirked, then used all his strength to push his waist, bringing the length of his cock in and out of my dad’s asshole, using the tip of his cock to grind his cunt wall to the extreme.
“um…um… Too big… Mr. Taylor is so good at fucking me…” My dad closed his eyes tightly, his face was red, mouth opened wide to pant, thanks to that, streams of saliva kept flowing out of both sides of his mouth.
Each word my dad uttered was punctuated by a powerful slam of Taylor's cock into his ass. "Gentle! Gentle!"
"If you want me to be gentle, then how can I satisfy your hungry pussy?" Taylor demanded, his grip on my dad iron-tight. Like a pile driver, he continued to fuck my dad relentlessly, thrusting his massive cock deep into his asshole. It was as though he wanted to use his enormous member to rearrange my dad's internal organs.
With each forceful thrust, Taylor lifted my dad's butt high into the air. Ripples formed across those muscular globes as Taylor's dick pounded my dad's hole. The two men moved together with such intensity that a foamy layer formed between their bodies at each impact.
"Ahhh... I'm so fucking horny!" my dad groaned with every slap of Taylor's cock against his prostate. "Mr. Taylor fucks me so damn good... Umm... umm... Your huge cock penetrates my pussy so deeply... Mr. Taylor fucks me to death... Mmm..." He lost control of his words, spilling them out loud with each slap from Taylor above. His entire body shook violently, and saliva drooled down the corners of his mouth.
After pounding my dad for ten solid minutes, Taylor suddenly withdrew his cock. My dad felt the sudden emptiness behind him, his arousal still throbbing. He couldn't help but open his mouth and ask, "What's wrong? Why did you pull out?"
As soon as the words left his lips, he used his body weight to push back against Taylor, attempting to coax his cock back inside. His asshole twitched invitingly, ready to accommodate Taylor once more.
Slapping my dad's ass hard, Taylor commanded, “I'm bored, change positions. Lie down on your stomach!” My dad trembled, groaning in his throat, and quickly got into position. Kneeling on the bed, he lowered his upper body onto the mattress, lifting his muscular butt high into the air. Taylor admired the sight of his smooth, hairless, white, round ass. Slapping it once more, he gripped his cock and drove it straight into my dad's waiting hole.
"Argh... Mr. Taylor's cock is so big," my dad groaned, his voice muffled by the mattress beneath him. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through his body, causing his toned chest and abdomen to sway with the force of each impact. His skin rubbed against the bedsheet, creating a delicious friction that added to his pleasure.
"The way you fuck me... it's so good... So fucking good..." His words were punctuated by gasps of ecstasy as Taylor's thick shaft pounded into him.
"Fuck!" Taylor leaned forward, seizing my dad's breasts with both hands. He squeezed my dad's nipples, twisting them mercilessly. "Why do you have breasts as round and soft as a woman's? These flirtatious tits are just begging to be played with and fucked."
"Ah... these breasts are here for you to play with, Mr. Taylor," my dad panted, his voice deep and raspy. Red flushes painted his cheeks, a sign of his arousal and pleasure. "Make use of them, please... And fuck me harder."
Feeling his nipples being twisted mercilessly, he let out a roar of pleasure mixed with pain. "Your fingers are too strong... I can't take it anymore..."
Just when things seemed to be getting intense, Taylor abruptly pulled out of my dad's slick hole. My dad turned around, looking back at Taylor with dissatisfaction etched across his face.
Taylor seized my dad's hair, yanking his head back before pressing his mouth against my dad's ear. "You're just lying there expecting pleasure?" His voice dripped with impatience. "I'm sick of fucking you. Do your damn job and serve me."
The harsh command caused my dad to scramble back, crawling towards Taylor's crotch. The sight of Taylor's huge, black shaft, glistening with juices from my dad's asshole, was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine. Without hesitation, my dad began lapping at Taylor's cock with enthusiasm.
"Open wide," Taylor growled, slapping my dad's cheek with the flat of his hand. The slap stung, but my dad obeyed instantly, opening wider to take Taylor's cock deeper into his mouth.
With a low moan vibrating around Taylor's cock, my dad spoke between licks and sucks. "That's right... It feels so good, Taylor. Let me help you clean your cock and restore your strength."
For five long minutes, my dad worked diligently on Taylor's throbbing member, sucking and licking until it gleamed with saliva. Finally, he pulled away, giving it one last lick over the tip.
"Alright... Enough of that," Taylor finally said, pushing my dad away. "Move aside. I need to lay down. Then you whore can climb aboard and ride your slutty pussy on my dick."
Having finished speaking, Taylor pulled his cock away from my dad's face. He used it to give my dad's face a few playful taps, each one leaving a wet splash on his face. The thumping sounds echoed in the room along with their heavy breathing.
After Taylor gave my dad a few playful taps with his cock, he laid back down on the bed, resting his hands behind his head. His gaze flickered over to my dad, a silent invitation for him to climb on board. Without wasting any time, my dad scrambled onto the bed, positioning his massive body above Taylor's huge cock. He turned his back to Taylor, reaching down with both hands to grasp the thick shaft aimed directly at his wide-open asshole. Slowly, he lowered himself down, feeling the head of Taylor's cock push past his tight ring of muscles.
As the head of Taylor's cock pushed deeper into my dad's asshole, a soft moan escaped my dad's lips. "Oh... That big cock is stretching out my pussy... It feels so good..."
In this new position, the entire length of Taylor's cock could penetrate deep within my dad's ass, even deeper than when they were in the doggy style. The sensation made my dad's eyes roll back, his mouth open wide, and his tongue stuck out in ecstasy.
"Don't just sit there! Hurry up, slut!" *Taylor commanded, his voice filled with lust.
Hearing the order, my dad lifted his massive body slightly, only to let it fall back down onto Taylor's cock. The sudden impact sent waves of pleasure through both men as my dad's cock squirted out juices, splattering them across the sheets beneath them.
Taylor growled out his next command, his voice rough with desire. "Use your hands to play with your own nipples!"
His words seemed to trigger something primal within my dad. Trembling, he reached up with one hand, grabbing hold of a muscular nipple and twisting it roughly between his fingers. A continuous stream of moans spilled from his lips as he bounced on Taylor's cock.
Fifteen minutes later, my dad's body started trembling violently. His cock stiffened, shooting ropes of cum onto the bed. Seeing my dad reach his peak, Taylor couldn't wait any longer either.
He wrapped his arms tightly around my dad's waist, pulling him back against his own body. Then using both hands, he spread my dad's legs apart, bending them at the knees until they formed an 'M' shape on his body. Taylor fucked my dad hard and fiercely like a wild animal.
With a low, guttural growl, Taylor issued his final command. "Slut, I want to shoot. Clamp your pussy down so you can take my seed."
The urgency in his tone set off alarm bells in my dad's mind. Despite being exhausted, he managed to tighten his inner muscles around Taylor's cock, creating a vice-like grip.
"Fuck! Your cock is so fucking hot!" my dad gasped out, his voice laced with desperation. "Shoot my pussy full of your cum! Make sure you fill me up so I can get pregnant for you!"
Just as Taylor's cock swelled up even further, signaling his impending orgasm, my dad clamped down even harder on his asshole. The sudden squeeze caused Taylor to explode almost instantly.
"Take my cum, slut!"
Both men lay there panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. My dad's massive form pressed down on top of Taylor's smaller frame, forcing him to squirm uncomfortably. As a result, Taylor's cock slipped free from my dad's ass.
Without wasting a moment, my dad quickly rolled off Taylor and positioned himself beside him. He wasted no time in pressing his face against the length of Taylor's cock, starting to clean it off with practiced ease.
His large butt cheeks quivered slightly as he tried to keep his asshole clenched tight, preventing any of Taylor's precious seed from leaking out.
I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. What I saw was unimaginable – my strong, powerful father, a manly married man, being held down and fucked by a high school student, none other than his own son's bully.
Despite his size and strength, he didn't seem to put up any resistance. It was all too humiliating to watch. My father, the Gigachad who always stood tall and proud, was reduced to nothing more than a submissive toy for someone half his age.
It was hard to process what I was seeing. How could this happen? How could my father allow such a thing? Yet, here he was, taking it all without complaint. His big, muscular body writhing beneath Taylor's, his moans filling the room. It was a sight that would haunt me forever. Tears welled up in my eyes as I covered my mouth with my hand.
Sitting there, stunned, I could hardly comprehend what I'd just witnessed. But when I realized that they were still lying there, I knew I had to act fast. I turned off my laptop, got up quietly, and left the house, not wanting to risk being discovered.
As I walked away, my mind was filled with questions about how I would ever look my father in the eye again. And yet, despite everything, I knew I had to find a way to protect him from Taylor's grasp.
