Characters
- Me - Jay, 29, 5’9, 150 lbs., 8.5in cut
- Husband - Geoff, 42, 6’2, 170 lbs., 7in cut
- Best Friend - Ned, 33, 6’0, 160 lbs., 9in cut
- Dad - Ryan, 47, 5’9, 170 lbs., 8in cut
The wedding was perfect. Surrounded by family and friends and finally married to the love of my life. As I lay in the afterglow of the day, starting to drift to sleep, I thought I heard a faint pounding sound…must be the dishwasher, however. My dad and Ned were the last ones up…Geoff returned from the bathroom and I didn’t think anything of it.
***
NED
The day couldn’t have gone better. Given my professional background in event planning, I knew the perfect wedding gift for my two best friends: My services for their big day. Releasing them from the stress and worry of a stranger planning a wedding. The ceremony was short and sweet. The cocktail hour was stunning in the early spring afternoon light. The dinner was phenomenal and the party was a blast.
Jay and Geoff love to host a good party, so it wasn’t at all surprising to me when they suggested all the wedding guests head back to their home to continue the festivities after the venue decided we were well past our time. Arriving at their intimately familiar home, I was able to relax a little and get out of the “work” mindset. I also slipped into bartender mode, whipping up cocktails and mixed drinks for the few family members and friends that came back for the after party.
As I was in the kitchen mixing a cocktail, I heard a familiar voice just behind me…
“How about an old fashioned? Got that in you?”
Interesting choice of words. He’s got this innate way of lacing his language with innuendo, the perpetual flirt. I think that’s why we get along so well. Jay’s dad Ryan was coming in from the living room and I’d be lying if I said my eyes weren’t immediately drawn to dickprint in his pants , almost lewdly displayed in his tight fitting slacks. Like father like son. Jay in almost every pair of pants looks like a snake trying to escape a pillowcase. Ryan was in his late 40’s, having had Jay at a young age, and would definitely be on the younger side of the “daddy” type. He was classic American “handsome” with just the right amount of salt and pepper in his military cut hair. His shoulders perfectly square, and a well built physique. Not overly so, but you could always just make out the contours of his chest and arms through his shirts. Geoff would certainly be lucky as Jay aged.
My friends all say I have a type - guys in uniform. With Ryan’s military past and his career as a senior law enforcement official, he was basically my walking kryptonite - the worst part was, he knew it. Since I met him, I had an instant crush. Well, crush sounds almost childish. What I had was a burning desire to absolutely dominate this man, much the way I dominate his son on occasion.
When Geoff first introduced me to his then-boyfriend Jay, all I could think was, “Now here’s a boy that wants cock.” After Geoff and I finally broke the seal and hooked up while Jay was convalescing from Covid, all bets were off. Anytime we were going out for dinner or out to the bars, Jay would ask us both to fuck his throat before heading out. That boy loves sucking cock.
Not only that, but Jay had confided in me something very interesting: He had the long simmering hots for his own father. While I’ve never been attracted to my own dad, I’m no stranger to that pornhub search category. Hearing Jay talk about his dad like this turned me on to no end. Ryan and Jay could have been twins if they were the same age, and as a father/son duo? Fuck, I’d pay for that OnlyFans subscription. Jay looked like a snapshot in time of his father.
Being so intimately familiar with the contours of Jay’s mouth and throat, I was of course curious…like the dickprint, is this another example of like father, like son? To make matters cripplingly worse for me Ryan was a total “bro” type and had absolutely no issue with his son being gay, or hanging out in gay spaces. Always the first to throw his arm around your shoulder, the hugs over handshake type. That frat-esque energy was a huge turn on for me.
“For you? I got plenty in me. One old fashioned, coming right up.”
RYAN
Well Ned knows how to make a drink. That’s for damn sure.
I couldn’t have been a prouder father. My son apparently knew how to pick ‘em. Geoff was a wonderful man that we were more than happy to welcome to our family. The wedding was beautiful and perfectly executed, thanks in large part to my current bartender. Ned is Jay and Geoff’s best friend and they all seemed extremely close. As a parent, I couldn’t have asked for a better support system for my son.
Drink in hand, and the party winding down, Ned and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen. We shot the shit for a while, exchanging stories about Jay, about work, about life. Eventually, we realized we were both hungry and Jay and Geoff were pretty intoxicated and probably needed something on their stomachs. So I decided to whip up some of my famous breakfast fried rice. Takes fifteen minutes max, and everyone is always impressed.
As I cooked, Ned whipped me up another cocktail. This one tasted decidedly stronger than the last, but we were having a great time. As I stood at the stove, I noticed Ned standing off to my left, watching me. Nothing new. My son had come out when he was fifteen and I had spent plenty of time around gay men. I know that I’m a straight six, but a gay ten. And to be honest, I appreciate the attention sometimes.
Ned himself was a good looking man. Well groomed, great smile, always dressed just a half level up from what the occasion would call for. What's more, he is perfectly confident in every situation. Even as a mostly straight man, I can recognize this as an intensely sexy attribute. And I was definitely appreciating the attention.
NED
Geoff and Jay were fed, given PLENTY of water, and I made sure that they made their way up to their room. I returned downstairs to find everything quiet. Seems that as soon as the grooms disappear, everyone is ready for bed. I found Ryan in the kitchen, scraping what was left of his fried rice into tupperware. His wife is a lucky woman. A man who cooks and looks like that while he does it? It’s hard to decide who’s luckier - she’s a catch herself. She’s the best. Somewhere between adoptive mom and friend to all of us. I dig that she eggs on Ryan and I’s bromance too.
By this point, Ryan he had removed his coat and rolled his sleeves, and I was impressed with the vascularity of his forearms.It was highly erotic watching them flex as he packed the leftovers and washed out the dishes. I had only ever seen pictures of him shirtless, so seeing more of his skin had my imagination wandering down rabbit holes. My cock grew a little in the gym shorts I had changed into as I realized we were the only two left awake.
“Well it seems we’re the only ones left awake. How about a nightcap while we finish cleaning up?”
“Those old fashioneds are strong as hell…ehhh why not? It’s a special occasion.”
With cocktail in hand, and finally feeling a little tipsy since I didn’t get to drink at the actual wedding, I decided to make some moves from the playbook Jay wishes I’d write on how to land a straight guy.
“So Ryan, Igotta ask, are you and the wife swingers? I know a lot of them, and you strike me as the type.”
I could see the moment of jarring behind Ryan’s eyes and I knew my question landed perfectly, with just enough provocative surprise while not being threatening. It was only an instant however as he recovered from the brief shock of such a startling change in conversation.
“HA! If only…I’ve talked about it before, and would gladly do it, but the Mrs just isn’t into the idea…” Jackpot. He’s in. In for a conversation about sex. Step 1. Talk about sex. If they’re comfortable and interested, move on to step two - hypotheticals.
“That’s too damn bad…you seem the virile type who would be a lot of fun…”
RYAN
How did he do that? How did he get me talking so comfortably about a not-quite-comfortable topic? I have always been a little on the nose about my desires, but people usually shrugged it off with a laugh. Ned however seemed really interested in why I wasn’t pushing the swinger fantasy with the Mrs., and oddly I was enjoying this shift in our conversation.
“Truth is, I got in trouble a few years back for an extremely brief spout of infidelity. Even though we had both previously been into the idea of swinging, that one indiscretion put me in the permanent dog house, and it seems I might never leave.”
NED
Comfortable and interested - check. Step 2 - Hypotheticals. If he plays along with this, step 3 is contact - I’m putting my best friend’s dad’s dick in my mouth tonight.
“Ah, makes sense. So you ARE the virile perpetually horny type like your son? You know you would have your pick in the gay community, right?”
RYAN
Well, Ned wasn’t wrong. I am constantly horny. As I got a little older, I thought the need or desire to unload daily would diminish. It hasn’t. In terms of having my pick, I don’t think I’m anything beyond standard all-american “good looking,” but I’ve always had this strange sway over gay guys. It always amused me, but I never considered taking advantage of the attention…until now…
“Oh really? And were I to pick you? …hypothetically speaking of course.”
I could see it. A brief shock behind Ned’s eyes, from which he quickly composed himself. That damn confidence. Nothing shakes him, but I had him playing my game now.
NED
Wait, now he’s giving me the hypotheticals. The only thing hotter than a military cop is a military cop who can play the same game as me. I had to lean into the counter to hide the rock hard dick tenting my thin gym shorts. Step 3 - contact.
“Well, hypothetically, I’d start by asking how much experience you have using this on a guy ,” I said confidently while I reached out and firmly wrapped my hand around his bulge. When you make the first move with a straight guy, you have to do it calmly, like its completely normal, even though inside you’re quivering with nerves. Your calm means they’re comfortable. Lock eyes, and let them know that for once, they don’t have to be in control.
RYAN
As usual, my brain was playing a few steps ahead, and I was already half chubbed. At this point, the alcohol combined with the constant attention from the gay guests at the wedding, and the lack of sex the past few days had me past the point of no return.
“Not much, but let’s see what we can do about that…” I answered, unzipping. Ned wasted no time in wrestling out my cock from my pants, which were maybe a little tight for a straight man at a gay wedding, but hey I like the attention, and it seemed to be working tonight.
“That’s what I thought, similar” he said before plunging down, all the way on to my cock. What he thought? Similar to what? I made sure to file that comment away for later.
In all honesty, I had never had someone take my full cock in their throat. A few high school girlfriends, Jay’s mom, that one indiscretion, and none of them had ever attempted this. I was in awe. And more turned on than I could have imagined. Feeling Ned’s throat constrict around my cock was incredible. I finally opened my eyes and my cock jolted a little in his grip. I realized: Here I was, getting a blowjob from my son’s best friend, on the night of his wedding, in his kitchen, wide open, for anyone to come across. What if my wife woke up? Would she pull out her phone and snap pictures and videos of us like she has so many times before when we’re casually chatting and laughing together? She, afterall, has always joked about our bromance. I couldn’t have been more turned on.
NED
I expected them to taste the same. The shape was the same. The size…maybe slightly larger on the son. The reactions to my tongue, the same. The taste though? This was definitely a straight man I was blowing. Ryan had just the slightest hint of musk contained in the untrimmed bush that was absent from his son’s well-kept pubic area.It was an aphrodisiac. Its hard to say what turned me on more, his scent, or the fact that the cock currently blocking my airway was the same one that made my best friend. I knew then that I needed to taste his load. I wanted to swallow the cum that created Jay, so I could kiss him with it on my breath tomorrow morning.
I knew I had him under my spell now. There is a certain tell with straight guys while you’re blowing them. Looking up at them, you ask if it’s good, and they can’t find words to answer, their body betraying their silence, displaying pleasure they’ve never felt before. Ryan had no words. His muscular quads were rock solid from the ever familiar posture of straightening your legs in ecstasy. His head moving from looking down at me giving him the best head of his life and arching all the way back seemingly inspecting every inch of the kitchen ceiling.
“Oh shit…” he moaned as I looked up and realized he must be having the same realization I was currently having…we were in Jay’s kitchen, on his wedding day, and I was blowing my best friend’s dad out in the open.
Jay had previously confided in me his desire for his father. And obviously, I got it. We had talked at length about how Jay might fulfill those fantasies and live out his dreams on day. Meanwhile, here I was, actually tasting his father. Oops. Seems I beat him to it.
But I wasn’t going to stop. Ryan’s cock felt perfect in my mouth and I had a very strong feeling that I was going to enjoy being the first man to eat his ass.
RYAN
Best. Feeling. Ever. If you had told me a year ago…nay, twenty-four hours ago if I was going to have my ass ate, I’d never believe you. And yet, here I was, on all fours on top of my son’s kitchen island, having my ass ate by his best friend. Something else was happening to me while Ned’s tongue was going where no tongue had gone before…I found myself pushing back. Offering my ass to Ned and wanting him to take more.
I unbuttoned and removed my shirt, leaving me completely naked on the island, and began tweaking my nipples as Ned wet my hole. I found myself in the curious position of being harder than I had ever been. Ned was taking absolute control, and I found myself in the unusual position of wanting to give up that control.
“Ohhhh fucckkkkk…”
Did that come out of my mouth? Shit.
NED
I knew it. Like so many of the military bros before him, he was a total sub once we got down to brass tacks. A man who only had experience taking the lead. A man who was only ever in charge. A man who was only ever looked up to.
That man was now arching his back and giving his ass to me. When I slipped two fingers into his hole, I thought he’d wake up the whole house with the moan he let out. And what a tight fucking hole it was.
I stood up, still fingering Ryan’s hole, and admired this older, masculine, muscular man, bent over moaning over just two of my fingers. I looked down at the huge wet spot on my tented gym shorts. Fuck, I never precum. Then again, I’ve been wanting this ass for a long time. With my free hand I dropped my shorts to the floor and peeled off my shirt, switching hands to free my arm from the remaining sleeve while not leaving his hole unattended. My throbbing cock was jutting out from me like a steel bar with a long string of clear precum stretching halfway to the floor.I reached down and gathered as much of my liquid candy on my finger as I could and slurped it into my mouth. My own flavor, which I don’t get often, mixed with the tast of his ass on my fingers was as if pop rocks were connected to a car battery. There’s no escaping it now, I need to fuck Jay’s dad tonight! Before he could realize it, I pulled out and bunched three fingers together before going straight back in and hitting his prostate. Jesus christ this man had a tight hole…and one that was all too willing to accept me. I pulled my fingers out, spat on his hole, and given the circumstances, I reached for the closest thing resembling lube -the olive oil.
Brushing Jay’s dad’s taint and hole with oil turned me on more than it should have. This kitchen, where I assisted Jay in preparing countless meals, was now seeing me lube up his father as I prepared to do the one thing Jay had confided in me he wanted to do more than anything else. I’ll never be able to hand Jay the olive oil in the kitchen again without getting an instant hard on.
I nudged Ryan down from the countertop. I had him face backwards off one of the barstools, letting that delicious DILF ass hang off, just so slightly. He spotted my throbbing dick leaking like a dripping faucet and smiled. I looked down at it and back at him and he licked his lip. This surprised me.
Plenty of jock bros just want their ass ate, to be fucked, and never to speak of it again. It's only the ones truly comfortable with bro on bro ongoing play who are comfortable sucking dick and making out. Maybe Ryan isn’t going to be the bro who suffers from post-cum regret. Maybe he’s wanted all of this for as long as I have.
I walked around the island over to the other side of the stool he was on and let my cock hang inches from his face, just to test my theory. He looked at the dripping head, then up at me, then back at the head and smirked before opening his mouth and cleaning my cock of all the sweet nectar it had been producing. I could tell instantly that he both had never done that before AND knew exactly what felt good on his own. I don’t want to cum in his mouth though… I need that ass.
“Taste good?” He smiled as his lips came off from around my dick. “Yea, precum is the best.” Wait what? So he has had it before. Noted.
As I pressed my cockhead to his hole, I felt his sharp intake of air. Was this really the first time he had done this? I felt a little bad, given how big my cock was, but regardless of my feelings, I was not about to pass on this opportunity. Slowly, I pressed into him. For a man whose apparent first time this was, I just kept sinking in. And he just kept moaning.
Buried balls deep in Ryan’s ass, I don’t know that my cock has ever felt this amazing. It was warmth, and tightness, and electricity all wound up into one. Given my length, it was also rare for me to completely bottom out in a guy’s ass. The years of bromance build up at all those tailgates, and house parties, the slow burn of tonight starting with his quintessential flirting, followed by his complete submission… it took all the concentration I could muster to not immediately flood his eager hole with my load. Deep breaths. I wanted to last so he could still feel me in him when he lays down next to his wife later.
Here I was…balls deep in my best friend’s father, while he was peacefully sleeping off his own wedding upstairs, and me trying to muffle his father’s moans. That final grunt of his let me know that it was time to really fuck this dad pussy.
I picked up my pace quick, and I gave it to him hard. Ryan was responding even sluttier than I was anticipating. What started as small whimpers and quiet moans turned into full porn-quality dialogue.
“Oh fuck. Fuck me….ooooo fuckkkk….I need that cock…..give me that big cock…..pound my ass Ned…..”
I realized though, having stayed in this house before, that noise travels easily, so I wrapped my hand around his mouth. Feeling those vibrations though just got me harder and more turned on.
Gripping his mouth, and tweaking his nipples, I really laid into Ryan. The slaps of my thighs on his cheeks might have even been louder than those first moans.
I flipped him over on his back on top of the counter. Perfect height, and a better angle for my cock to touch him deep. It also meant I could use my mouth to muffle his moans and make out with this stud of a father.
*creakkkk*
I stopped immediately. All movement. Ryan’s moans and breathing were just catching up to the moment, when he also realized the position we were in. He looked at me with wide eyes colored with panic, silent and not moving a muscle. . That pushed me. I started pumping back into him. Slowly. Silently. Giving him my full length each time.
Then I recognized the pattern. Jay or Geoff had just gotten up to use their bathroom, which happened to be right above us. Once the realization hit that someone might be awake, but no one was coming to check on us, I laid into Ryan’s ass. Probably one of my top three fucks ever. Ryan was begging for my cock. Letting out the sluttiest moans and asking for my load. Watching his firm pecs bounce with each thrust was getting me close.
“You know your son is just upstairs…that might have been him getting up out of…”
“I’m cu…” I looked down to see Ryan’s tight abs and chest and the first shot of cum flew from his rock hard cock. FUCK. I want that. I hadn’t sucked my own dick since high school, but now was as good a reason as any to try my flexibility. I leaned forward and stretched to get my mouth over his cock and happily let his remaining shots fill my mouth. He put his hand on the back of my head and fucked his load into my mouth while I kept drilling his hole. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bigger load. As Ryan came, his hole clamped down on my cock, milking me. Two or three pumps later, I was blowing my load deep into Ryan’s ass, breeding my best friend’s dad. After we both finished and opened our eyes, my stiff dick was still in his wet, worn hole, and his eyes are inches from mine, face to face. Moment of truth. Does he get awkward, or is he chill? He just smiles and says, “God damn that was hot.” I smile back. “Been a long time coming.” He smiles and flexes his hole around my cock as I slowly slide out of him. I toss him my tshirt as I grab some wet paper towels to wipe off my still hard dick. He wipes the cum off his chest from his first shot, and as he passes me, messes up my hair “g’night bud.”
Standing in my best friend's kitchen with the taste of his dad in my mouth, and the olive oil lube on my still hard cock… I slowly begin stroking my dick. I need to cum again. It was mere seconds before I shot another load, which shocked me in its size, across the kitchen island. The pleasure from this second in-a-row orgasm, although nowhere near the first, damn near made me collapse. I made my way upstairs to my familiar bed in my home away from home, passing the guest room, hearing Ryan showering. I might have just dreamt that.
***
ME
“Thank you guys for staying up and cleaning up last night. I feel like shit.”
“No worries son, it was your big day!”
“All good man, I forgot to wipe down the island,” Ned said while he sprayed the island with simple green and wiped it down with paper towels.
“You two seem chipper as fuck. I’ll have whatever you two are having.”
They both giggled as my dad pushed a mug of black coffee to me…
