In one evening, the air in the living room was thick with anticipation, the glow from the sports event on TV casting flickering shadows across the walls. Malik had just returned from the gym, his muscles glistening with sweat, his tank top clinging to his hairy chest like a second skin. The smell of him—musky, raw, and unmistakably masculine—filled the room, making my mouth water and my cock swell against my zipper. My dad, sitting beside me on the couch, shifted uncomfortably, his gaze lingering on Malik’s body as he began to undress.
“You two look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Malik teased, peeling off his tank top to reveal his broad, hairy chest. His nipples were hard from the cool air, and the beads of sweat that clung to his skin caught the light in the most tantalizing way. He kicked off his shoes and socks before sliding his shorts down, letting them pool around his ankles. My heart raced as I took in the sight of his massive thighs, the bulge in his boxer briefs leaving nothing to the imagination.
I glanced at my dad, who was already adjusting himself discreetly through his pants. He’s feeling it too, I thought, my own hand instinctively moving to my crotch. Malik noticed our reactions and smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on us. He stretched his arms above his head, flexing his biceps and allowing his armpits to come into view—thick, dark hair damp with sweat, the scent of his pheromones practically begging to be inhaled.
My dad broke the silence first. “God, Malik… you smell incredible.” His voice was low, almost reverent, as he stood up and approached our stepdad. I followed his lead, my pulse quickening with every step closer to Malik’s sweaty body.
Malik chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through the room. “Well, if you two are so interested…” He raised his arms higher, inviting us closer. Without hesitation, my dad buried his face into Malik’s left armpit, his nose pressed firmly against the damp hair. The sound of him inhaling deeply sent a shiver down my spine. I mirrored him, sinking into Malik’s right armpit, the musky aroma flooding my senses. It was intoxicating—a mix of salt, heat, and something unique about him. I couldn’t help but moan softly, my lips brushing against his skin and armpit hair as I breathed him in.
Malik groaned, his hands reaching down to grasp the back of our heads. “You two are insatiable,” he said, though there was no judgment in his tone—only amusement and desire. My dad and I exchanged a glance, our mutual hunger evident in our eyes. We moved in unison, kissing and licking Malik’s hairy chest, our tongues tracing the contours of his pecs and swirling around his nipples covered with chest hair. His breath hitched, his fingers tightening in our hair as we worshiped his body.
When we reached his abs, my dad paused, looking up at Malik with a devious smile. “Mind if we take it lower?” he asked, his fingers already tugging at the waistband of Malik’s boxer briefs. Malik nodded, his cock twitching visibly beneath the fabric as my dad pulled them down. His thick, uncut erection sprang free, pre-cum glistening at the tip. But it wasn’t just his cock that drew our attention—it was the patch of coarse, curly hair surrounding his asshole, barely visible between his muscular cheeks.
I didn’t wait for an invitation. Dropping to my knees behind him, I spread his cheeks apart and leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick a stripe over his rim. Malik shuddered, his hands gripping the back of the couch for support. “FUUUCCCKKK...,” he muttered, his hips pushing back against my face. My dad joined me, positioning himself in front of Malik and taking his cock into his mouth. The sight of my dad sucking Malik off while I rimmed him was almost too much to bear, my own dick straining painfully against my jeans while leaking precum.
The taste of Malik was earthy and primal, his sweaty hole clenching around my tongue as I worked him open. My dad bobbed his head eagerly, his throat constricting around Malik’s length with every stroke. Malik’s moans grew louder, his legs trembling as he neared the edge. “I need to fuck one of you. Now,” he growled, pulling away from both of us.
My dad straightened up, his lips swollen from sucking Malik off. “Take him first,” he said, nodding toward me. Malik didn’t need to be told twice. He spun me around, bending me over the arm of the couch and yanking my pants and underwear down in one swift motion. I gasped as his hands gripped my hips, his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice rough with need. I nodded, biting my lip as he pushed inside me, inch by glorious inch. The stretch was intense, but I welcomed it, my body arching to meet his thrusts. Malik set a punishing pace, his balls slapping against my ass with every stroke. My dad watched intently, stroking himself as he knelt beside me, capturing my lips in a heated kiss.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Malik pulled out. Then he turned to my dad and gave him a deep kiss. “Your turn, honey,” he said to my dad, who didn’t hesitate to climb onto the couch and position himself behind Malik. The sight of my dad’s 7-inch girthy cock sinking into Malik’s hairy ass was enough to make me erupt, but I held on, determined to savour every second. Malik's body shuddered as my dad began to thrust, slow at first, allowing Malik to feel every inch of him. My dad's hands gripped Malik's hips tightly, pulling him back to meet each thrust, creating a rhythm that was both deep and deliberate. Each push forward was met with a moan from Malik, the sound vibrating through his body as my dad's cock hit all the right spots inside him.
My dad leaned over Malik, his chest against Malik's back, their bodies moving as one. His hands roamed over Malik's hairy chest, pinching his nipples, feeling the strength beneath all that hair. They were lost in the moment, my dad's thrusts now relentless, both of them chasing the peak of their pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the slap of skin on skin, and the wet, slick noises of their connection.
As my dad fucked Malik, I crawled forward, taking Malik’s cock into my mouth. The combination of their moans, the sound of skin against skin, and the overwhelming scent of sweat and sex sent me hurtling toward orgasm. Malik’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrust into my mouth. “Fuck Fuck Fuuccckkk...” he grunted, his hips jerking erratically as he came, his cum spilling down my throat.
"Honey, I wanna fucking taste your load," Malik said to my dad. My dad pulled out his dick from Malik's stretched hole. Malik knelt before my dad, his large hands gripping my dad's thighs as he took my dad's hard thick cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft. He bobbed his head rhythmically, sucking with a deep, eager passion, conveying a lustful intensity as he worked to give my dad the utmost pleasure.
As the tension built, my dad's body tensed, his moans growing louder until he finally climaxed, shooting his load directly into Malik's mouth. Malik took it all, savouring every drop, swallowing with a satisfied expression before pulling back. A small trail of cum dribbled down his chin. After that, Malik stood beside me and gave me a deep passionate kiss while sharing my dad's semen left on his tongue. The taste of my dad's cum was like pure, salty man-juice that had this tangy, musky flavour. I love the taste of it because it's like tasting the essence of his raw, dirty masculinity.
But the night wasn’t over yet. Not even close.
