It was morning. The sun was warming the kitchen, and specs of dust could be seen floating lazily through the rays that entered the kitchen. The house was silent. Silent, except for the steady sound of slobbery and determined suctioning, gagging, restrained grunts, and the rebuke of a disapproving father.
"I cannot believe you, Eric," said Daddy in his deep and steady voice. "After we already had our talk!"
"I'm–ngh– sorry, Dad!" Eric grunted in response. "I swear–ooohhhh, fuck yes–it won't happen again."
"Hmpf," Daddy said, crossing his arms. "I hope not. I don't know what to do with you. I mean, look at the poor boy! He's practically impaled on that fat cock of yours!"
It was true. I was on my knees underneath the kitchen table, passionately sucking my big brother's delicious, fat, throbbing jock dick. I slobbered all over it as I deep throated him, my tongue massaging the underside of his shaft as I bobbed up and down. Occasionally, my tongue would reach out to Eric's balls as my nose pressed deep into his soft dusting of pubes, making Eric buck his hips in excitement and uncontrolled pleasure.
But of course, Daddy was a bit too dim to realize that Eric's cock wasn't stuck in my poor innocent throat, but rather I was eagerly bobbing up and down on his oldest son's meaty fuck stick, even releasing him from my lips to give him a slutty hawk tuah.
See, our Daddy still thinks that the countless times he's walked in on my big bro Eric fucking my juicy boypussy, or me sucking his porn star penis, or sucking his porn star penis while he sloppily and ravenously eats my juicy boypussy, are cases of pure accidents brought upon by the mere fact that Eric's massive hung dildo inevitably gets lodged into my tight-yet-bubbly ass or warm velvety throat. And, most unfortunately I can assure you, the only way to solve this predicament is for Eric to unleash his seemingly endless deposit of prime athlete's cum deep into whichever poor hole he managed to get stuck in.
Most of the time when Daddy catches us like this, he sets up a chair and waits for Eric to shoot his countless ropes inside of me (or on me if I'm feeling extra slutty), while he berates Eric for being such an irresponsible klutz. If we take too long, he might even get impatient and help Eric either by coming behind him and grabbing him by the waist to help him thrust, or by grabbing my head to help him face fuck me even harder. This always seems to help Eric shoot his tasty, warm load faster. And I can't lie, feeling Daddy's big strong hands gripping my head like some worthless fuck toy usually gets my own cock to explode.
This time was no different. I came down to the kitchen earlier in the morning to find Eric at the table, sipping his protein shake and scrolling through his phone, giggling at it like the lovable dummy he was. I crawled underneath the table and surprised him by gently rubbing his cock through his shorts, which was already throbbing and leaking pre-cum.After the initial shock, he looked underneath the table to see me stroking him and smiled mischievously.
"Good morning, lil' bro," he said.
"Hey, Eric," I said in my most sultry voice. "Looks like somebody needs some relief."
"Hmm, you think so, baby bro?" Eric asked. But as he said this, his cock twitched and more pre-cum oozed out, widening the stain on his shorts.
"Heh, definitely," I said, and without waiting for a response, I pulled down his shorts and got to work.
I was just getting into a good flow when Daddy walked in. Eric was running his fingers through my hair, telling me what a good throat I had, how much better I was than Madison, how lucky he was to have a little brother like me, what a good slut I was–all the usual babble that turned us on so much. I was slobbering and gagging and fucking my face on his cock with expert intensity, making sure to go deep to the base and pull all the way up to the top, sucking tighter on his fat cockhead, milking him like he deserved. I'd add my hand too to pump his slippery cock and massage his fat cum-filled nuts, which were hanging just off the chair and swayed heavily as I blew him.
Daddy, upon finding us, did his usual routine of shock and set up a chair to watch under the pretense of telling Eric off for his recklessness and to make sure I didn't get hurt in the process.
Poor Eric, though. He was just like Daddy, albeit he wasn't as muscular or hairy as him, nor was his cock as big (but it was pretty close). But he was just as silly and dumb and did not realize that he hardly had to pretend that wasn't enjoying the best blowjob of his life because Daddy did not have a clue what was going on. Because of that, Eric held in his grunts and moans and could not babble away. Only when he answered Daddy could you tell just how desperately he wanted to moan. I couldn't see his face, but I could imagine just how red and frustrated it must've looked trying not to give in to the throes of sexual pleasure.
I could tell that Eric was getting close, though, because instead of pretending to not enjoy it and leaving his hands on top of the table, he had unconsciously moved them to firmly grip my head. Each time I slid my throat down to the base of his dick, he held me there in place. Every time he did, he held me there longer and longer, until I was actually gagging and trying to get my breath, a rare occurrence.
"Eric, you need to cum now!" Daddy exclaimed, sounding somewhat panicked. "Sammy looks like he's choking!"
"Ngh, guh" was all that Eric could muster, his brutal face fucking still increasing in intensity.
Daddy's deep voice grumbled. But through the sounds of my sloppy blowjob, which had now just become Eric's masturbation session with my head as the fleshlight, I could detect a note of arousal in his deep voice. "Poor Sammy. I hope he can get free soon. He must be so pissed at you, Eric. And look at all that slobber on the kitchen floor! He looks like a pathetic slut down there getting abused by your massive jock penis."
I moaned on Eric's cock, which was quickly interrupted by another deep thrust from Eric, making me gag.
Daddy misinterpreted my moan of ecstasy with one of despair and whimpered. He sounded genuinely concerned. My heart swelled with emotion. I loved these two oafs so much. I could hear Daddy standing up and moving around the table. His tree trunk legs were now beside Eric's chair, and I watched as he easily pushed the table to the side to get a better view. Daddy was standing behind Eric, looking down at me. He was wearing nothing but 5-inch running shorts. His moderately hairy chest was exposed and gleamed in the morning sunlight. His hairy, rippling abs rubbed gently against Eric's back. I could see his nipples were hard. What was more, his fat cock snaked completely out of his shorts and down his leg. A steady strand of pre-cum was dangling from the tip of Dadd's manly cock and hung just above the floor, right next to the growing puddle of drool I was creating. His cock throbbed, straining his shorts.
"Hanging in there, Sammy?" Daddy asked as I looked up at them both.
"Mm hngghhguck." I tried to answer yes while my lips wrapped around Eric's dick, but Eric was not stopping his brutal face fucking. I looked into Eric's eyes and could see the lust in them. I practically could hear his thoughts, degrading and praising me all at the same time. His face was red with frustration. Even though my throat was getting fucked the hardest it's ever been, I winked at him.
Eric let out a low growl.
"You need to cum," Daddy said to Eric. His voice was kind but firm. "Now."
Daddy placed a hand on Eric's bare shoulder. Eric slowed down his throat pounding and let go of my head, allowing me to take control again and resume milking his cock with my lips. I watched as he looked up at Daddy.
"Cum, Eric," Daddy said, his voice a little lower and more gravely now. He gripped Eric's shoulder a little harder. "Unload those fat jock balls."
That seemed to do it. Eric let out a long moan, his voice cracking. He grabbed my head again and slammed me down the base. "Oh fuuuckk! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Take. That. You. Sluuuutttt."
Rope after rope unloaded into my throat, quickly flooding my stomach. I moaned in appreciation and covertly stroked my dick until I too came, shooting my load onto the kitchen floor in between my legs. Some of Eric's cum started to leak out of the corners of my mouth. His cock finally released with a loud, wet pop, a couple of ropes still shooting from it and landing on my cute jock face.
"There you go!" Daddy said, smiling happily and patted Eric on the shoulder. Eric seemed a bit dazed and slightly awkward.
I scooted back from Eric's lap and slowly caught my breath. I could feel my face was red from the effort.
"Oh, Sammy, baby," Daddy said lovingly. He sidled up beside me and gave me a half hug. Daddy was so big–nearly 6'7 and 250 pounds of sheer jock muscle. His body was so warm and firm. I leaned into his hug. "You're a mess! You're covered in spit and your lips look so swollen. Shame on you, Eric! Look how angry Sammy is! He was crying!"
I looked up at Daddy and made a pouting face, which wasn't hard because my lips were indeed swollen, and I had been crying. But it was only because Eric fucked the tears out of my face. Oh, and from crying for joy.
"What do you say to your little brother?" Daddy asked sternly.
"S-sorry, Sammy," Eric said, his voice straining.
Turning to face Eric so Daddy couldn't see me, I winked and blew him a kiss. I could see Eric doing his best to hold back a smile.
"Now, clean this mess up!" Daddy said to Eric.
"W-what? But Dad!"
"No buts! Or I'll spank that jock butt of yours myself! I've never done it because I don't believe in such punishments, but you are testing my limits, son! I don't know how I can show you to be more responsible with that monstrous dick of yours!"
"Yes, Dad," Eric said, hanging his head. He looked up and with a sudden thought he said to me, "Could you help–"
"I'm gonna go and wash off now!" I said cutting him off and smiling devilishly.
I stood on my tip-toes and gave Daddy a kiss on the cheek. Some of Eric's cum was still on my face and some got on his cheek. I saw Daddy's cock give a violent throb and more pre-cum oozed from the tip, this time connecting to the floor.
"Bye, Daddy!" I said cheerily. "Bye, Eric…" I added in a fake grumpy tone. And I trotted off upstairs, leaving the two jocks alone in the kitchen with their throbbing, leaking cocks.
After I got out of the shower, I laid naked on my bed, casually playing with my pink jock hole. I massaged it with some lube, my dick growing harder. I knew that once Eric was done cleaning up our little mess, he'd come up to my room to "finish the job" as we called it. Sure, Eric got a load off into my throat, but my big brother was the ultimate stud and could go a seemingly infinite number of rounds before he was satiated. Plus, it wasn't even 9 am. Eric had plenty more loads to give his slutty bottom brother.
Sure enough, after a few minutes of fingering myself–I had already lodged 3 fingers in my perfect boypussy–I heard Eric's heavy thudding footsteps approach my bedroom door.
"Come innn," I said seductively before he had a chance to knock.
Eric opened the door slowly, looking disconcerted. He was still topless and had on the same shorts I took off him earlier. His fat cock was throbbing still, as if he hadn't been drained by a gay succubus just 20 minutes ago. "Uhh, hey little bro. How did you know I was about to knock on the door?"
"Oh, just had a feeling," I said with a false sense of mystery.
"You're so smart, little bro," Eric said with a goofy grin.
"And you're still hard!" I said, feigning shock.
"Oh, heh, yeah I guess so," Eric said, blushing.
"Don't be shy, big bro!" I said widening my legs so he could see me playing with my hole. "You know what to do when you're still hard. That's why you came to my room, right?"
Eric nodded seriously, closed the door, and dropped his shorts, his juicy white dick springing from it and bouncing excitedly. Without another word, Eric walked toward me and climbed on to the bed. I slid forward so that I was directly underneath him, both of his big, strong arms planted on each side of my head. We looked at each other. I looked down to see his donkey-sized dick twitching and leaking pre-cum directly onto my cock and balls, which was now dripping towards my hole. I flashed a wide grin and looked back up at my beautiful big brother.
"You know what to do then," I said, still grinning.
Eric grinned too, and began to position his cockhead to line up with my hole. I started to twist and pinch his nipples, which made him grunt and shove a couple inches into my hole.
"Fuck, yes, big bro," I moaned softly. "I missed this fat fucking dick."
"Ngh, me too baby bro," Eric moaned, half-concentrated on filling my ass. "I mean, I missed this jock pussy. Even though–nghhh, fuck so tight–we did this last night."
Eric slid in even further as he spoke. I began massaging his chest and abs and feeling every inch of his torso. "Well, that's way too long for a stud jock like you! Jocks need to have their fat balls drained at least once every couple of hours! Otherwise, they'll get backed up and ruin their hormones! You don't want to have a training setback, right?"
"No. Way–ohhhhyeahhhhh. Fuck," Eric said as we both sighed in relief when he finally reached the base of his cock. He was now 10-inches deep in my tight, warm, twitching boyhole and ready to breed his bottom slut of a brother like the stallion he was.
I clenched the warm walls of my asshole around his throbbing dick, welcoming him in. Almost immediately his face changed from lovable goofball who was taking his role as jock bottom destroyer seriously to a fuck machine whose primary objective was initiated. His eyes bored into mine and, while still balls-deep inside of me, gave one more thrust. I moaned.
Eric then slowly pulled his cock out to the tip and waited, looking at me.
"Fuck me, stud—ohhhhmygodddd!" Eric slammed his cock back into me in one giant thrust and began to stroke my ass walls, taking the full length of his cock in and out of my hole with each stroke. I moaned like a possessed slut, pinching his nipples and reaching for his muscular ass cheeks every time he came down on me. Eric pounded away at my boypussy. In and out. Deep. Very deep. Each thrust felt like he was trying to get deeper inside me. Within a minute of fucking, my cock started to shoot cum all over my abs and chest.
Eric leaned in and began licking up my second load of the day.
"Oh, fuck, Eric," I said as I ran my hand through his hair. He was slurping up my cum and licking my nipples. "You're such a good big brother. Keep fucking me!"
Eric didn't need telling twice. Staying inside of me, he expertly flipped us so that I was on top of him and he laid on the bed. I tried to ride his cock, give him a little show. But he firmly grabbed my hips and forced me up and down his cock. He was so goddamn strong. Somehow his cock reached even deeper. His hips were lifted off the bed, and he was bucking into me, wild and hard.
"Fuck. Sammy. Your. Hole. Is. So. Fucking. Tight. Hoolllyyyy shiiiit." Eric punctuated each word with a thrust. We were both covered in a thick sheen of sweat. My room quickly filled with the scent of sweet jock musk.
"Yeah you like my hole, Eric? Best pussy you ever had?" I asked as he pounded me hard.
"The best, Sammy," Eric said, still humping into my jock boypussy.
Even though Eric was a supreme athlete, his pace was wearing him out. He slowed down his bucking, which allowed me to take over and ride his cock. I bounced my fat, firm jiggly jock ass, reveling in the plapping sounds of our sweaty flesh hitting each other. His cock felt so good sliding in my asshole, stretching me out. I would slide my hole to the tip of his cock, just about to pop out. Eric watched the process hungrily, anxious to keep his dong inside of me. Then, just as it seemed like it would actually slip out of my hole, I would slam my booty back down on his cock, fucking myself silly.
After a couple more rounds of this, I did actually let his cock slip out of my hole with a wet loud sound. Eric whined desperately. But before anything else could happen, I quickly got on all fours on the bed and wiggled my ass at him, my pink hole winking invitingly. Eric got up and positioned himself. My hole was stretched enough that he slid in easily and resumed control of the fucking.
As Eric was pounding me and slapping my ass cheeks, telling me what a good fag I was being, I heard the sounds of Daddy walking up the stairs. He was whistling contentedly.
Eric froze, not wanting to get caught, especially within an hour of doing the exact same thing. I looked back at him and started to thrust onto his cock, smiling wickedly.
"Shh," Eric said, looking terrified.
I rolled my eyes. "He's not gonna come in, silly!"
But Daddy's footsteps stopped right outside of the door. We both waited.
"Sammy?" Daddy's rumbling voice said through the door.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Do you know where Eric went?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure! Did you check his bedroom?"
"Huh. No, I guess I didn't. You think he's in there?"
"Maybe! But I haven't–ngh–seen him since he–yeah, right there–got his mean fat dick stuck in my throat."
Eric, whether losing focus or becoming overwhelmed by the feeling of my warm tight hole clenching and unclenching his throbbing dick, began to fuck me again, making sure not to slam into my cheeks to heavily. Of course, being the slut that I am, I couldn't help but slam my ass back onto his cock.
"--real sorry about that again, Sammy! Hey, could I come in for a sec–"
"No!" I said quickly. "Uh, you can't come in because I'm…I'm…cleaning out my hole!"
There was a pause.
"You're cleaning out your…?" Daddy began.
"Yes, my hole!" I replied. "Jock holes require consistent maintenance, and today is the day to clean out my prestigious juicy boyhole, especially considering–ngh, wow your cock feels so good–Eric's monster dick could attack it at any moment!"
"Oh…" Daddy said slowly. "Well, that makes sense! I don't want to disturb you. I was just going to ask if you could come to the grocery store with me. I know you are particular about your snacks, and I always seem to forget to grab them."
"Sure, Daddy," I said, trying my best not to moan like a whore in heat. "Let me just finish working on. My. Tight. Pink. Jock. Asshole!"
Eric was really digging into me now. The slapping sounds were back to their pre-Daddy interruption levels. I looked back at him to see the look of lustful determination on his face. Eric's body rippled over me, sweating and flexing. My boypussy fluttered and gripped him tighter.
"I want you to breed this jock boypussy, big bro," I whispered to him. "Breed this fuckhole like your life depends on it. Unload those–ngh, fuck–fat balls deep inside my stomach. Get this faggot hole pregnant, bro."
Eric's whole body convulsed. He thrusted once, twice, three times letting his torrent of cum flood me on the last. Eric let out a loud exalting moan. I covered my mouth to keep from screaming too.
"You okay, Sammy?" Daddy asked through the door.
"Yesss," I let out. "Just…just about finished with it. Ohhh fuuuuckkk!"
"Wow, you're really working hard in there…" Daddy muttered, almost to himself. "Guess jock holes are hard work…welp, meet me in the living room when you're ready to go!"
"Ooookaaayyyy," I said stupidly, and I heard Daddy's heavy footsteps walking down the hall.
Eric's cock kept pulsing inside of me. He was panting. Finally, I felt him slip out, a steady stream of cum was leaking out of my well-used asshole. I rolled over on my back, breathing heavy too.
"You almost got caught by Daddy…again!" I said laughing.
Eric giggled in his deep, silly way. "Whoops! Dad would've been super pissed at me, huh."
"So pissed," I said smiling.
Eric smiled back, looking at me. With his half-hard cock coated in his cum and my ass juices, he leaned over me. Our lips connected and we began making out. Our tongues wrestled each other, swapping spit. I moaned into his mouth and grabbed his hair, wanting more of him. He was grinding his cock against mine. When he let go, a thick strand of spit dangled between our lips. I twirled it around my finger and sucked on it with an appreciative moan.
Eric's phone began buzzing in his shorts on the floor.
"Huh?" he said, looking around. "What's that sound?"
"Probably your phone, Eric," I said, rolling my eyes.
Eric got off the bed and pulled his phone from his shorts. For a moment he was silent. Then…
"Oh, shit! I was supposed to meet Madison for breakfast!"
"Uh oh…" I said. "Better hurry then!"
Eric, looking frantic, ran from the room completely naked, shiny wet dick and all. I laughed and began feeling my cum-filled hole, savoring the feeling of my brother's seed before I got up and started the day.
It was proving to be a hot day already, and the walk from the parking lot to the grocery store had me sweating. Thankfully the blast of a/c when the sliding doors opened cooled me off instantly, and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, hey Sammy! Uhh, Mr. G," said a voice.
I looked over to see one of my classmates, Colin, waving to us. He was a cute boy–about 5'6, 150 pounds, not exactly fit like seemingly all the men in this town, but not too skinny. Through his fit grocery store-branded polo shirt, I could see the outline of his pecs, which were modestly defined, and his torso was tight too. I could almost make out a six-pack through the fabric. Oh, and he had the bubbliest ass I had ever seen that jiggled when he walked. All the boys and girls in school would stop what they were doing to stare whenever he walked by. If I wasn't a dedicated jock bottom slut, I would envy his build. We never hung out before–maybe competing bottoms couldn't share the same territory, like wolves–so I didn't really know his story. I just knew that he was a senior like me. He walked over to us, his hips sashaying.
"Hey, Colin," I said smiling. Daddy stood there, struck dumb. I nudged him with my elbow to say hello.
"Oh, uh…hi, Colin. Good to, er…see you again," Daddy said scratching his head and looking around the store nervously.
Colin smiled back at us. "How's it going?"
"Pretty good!" I said. "We're just stocking up for the weekend. I'm helping Daddy because he keeps forgetting all of my favorite snacks!"
I rubbed Daddy's beefy shoulder sensually and giggled. Daddy grunted but didn't say anything.
"How are you?" I added.
"Oh, what? Oh…" Colin asked, looking startled.
He was staring at Daddy, likely distracted by his huge manly jock-daddy frame. It didn't help that Daddy picked the tightest muscle tee in his wardrobe. His pecs practically throbbed and twitched with every breath, and the cool air made his nipples rock hard. What was more, Daddy forgot to change out of his shorts from this morning, so there was a prominent pre-cum stain on one leg of the shorts, and the outline of his semi-hard cock was so visible that he might as well have come without any shorts on.
"Oh, umm, I'm doing good!" Colin said, visibly shaking his head to rid himself of the daze my muscle daddy caused him. "This is actually my first day with my new promotion. I'm assistant manager now!" Colin beamed.
"Wow, that's great!" I said beaming back.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, great…" Daddy said. He seemed pretty distracted too.
"Well," I said, hooking my arm with Daddy's. "We better get to it. Lots to do!"
"See ya!" Colin said cheerily. "And let me know if you need anything!"
We walked through the aisles, and I whistled to myself pulling off the shelves whatever I wanted and throwing it into the basket. Daddy kept silent.
"You okay, Daddy?" I asked, turning to face him and feeling his broad chest and chiseled abs.
"Er..what's that?" Daddy said, coming out of some deep reverie. "Oh, heh, I'm fine, Sammy. Thanks for ask–ngh–ing."
I was teasing Daddy's nipples and massaging his chest, hoping to cheer him up. We kept shopping until we came to the aisle that had a particular snack I loved. Only, it wasn't there.
"Oh no!" I said crossing my arms and pouting. "They're out of my favorite gummy bears!"
"Aww, I'm sorry Sammy," Daddy said, rubbing my back.
"Will you please, please, please go and ask if they have any more in the back stock? I'm sure Colin would help!"
"Er, I don't know, Sammy. They're probably just out. I don't–"
"Pleeeeeease," I asked desperately, pushing out my juicy, pink lips. Daddy smiled down at me.
"Okay, son. Be right back." Daddy walked off.
I waited in the aisle for a few minutes, tapping my foot and checking my phone. I texted Eric, reminding him that his balls were probably full again and he would need to unload them as soon as he got home. I knew he was still with Madison, so I texted it to him in our secret code that we developed. After about 5 more minutes of waiting, I started to get impatient. Where did Daddy go?
I walked by all the aisles, looking for Daddy. Maybe he got lost. He did mention that tends to happen to him, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Eventually I went to the back, where the manager's office was. Maybe he couldn't find Colin and went to find him there.
As I was walking down the long hallway that led to the manager's office, I heard sounds. It sounded like grunting, or panting. And a rhythmic sound, almost like slapping. That's odd, I thought. I kept walking down the hallway. The sounds were growing louder. My stomach did a flip. I felt giddy because those were very, very familiar sounds.
The very obvious sounds of fucking were coming from the office in the back. I wasn't sure where Daddy was, but I was going to check this out before looking for him elsewhere. To my surprise, the voices emanating from the room were male. One was clearly a much deeper, rumbling voice. The other was slightly high-pitched. Almost feminine, but definitely a guy. Excited, thinking I was going to creep on some secret gay sex, I carefully peeked my head around the corner into the office.
The first thing that caught my eyes was the thick, sturdy, tree trunks-for-legs of my Daddy, flexing and thrusting. His shorts and underwear were piled at his ankles, his shoes still on. Then, as my eyes traveled upward, I saw the thick, hairy legs connect to Daddy's meaty muscle jock ass, which also flexed and pumped back and forth. It took me longer than I'd care to admit to take in the full scene of my Daddy's cock lodged inside Colin's cute, pale ass as he was bent over the manager's desk, looking back at him with a reddening face full of a cute anger.
"Oh, Colin, I'm–mmmm–so sorry!" I heard Daddy say with genuine apology, which was undercut by lustful, baritone moans.
Colin's knees were planted on the desktop, his back arched like a perfect little slut, while his fat ass rippled and bounced with each of Daddy's powerful thrusts. I could tell that Colin was even throwing his ass back to meet Daddy's crotch. And, surprisingly, Colin was taking every single inch of Daddy's enormous horse cock without even flinching. Each time Daddy pulled out to the very tip, I could see his long, fat throbbing member glisten from the copious amounts of what I can only assume was spit and lube. From my vantage, I saw how perfectly Colin's twink pussy gripped onto Daddy's dick, pleading him to stay inside. And when he plunged back into his delicious hole with a sloppy suctioning sound, they both grunted in appreciation.
"This is the third time this week!" Colin grunted. "How do you keep getting that massive Dadcock stuck in my tight little pussy?"
"I don't even–nghh–know how it happened!" Daddy gasped, still pumping his hips. "I meant to ask you about Sammy's favorite snacks. Ohhh fuckkk, so tight."
"I can't believe you got your huge stinky penis stuck inside of a cute, tight, innocent 18-year old boy when your son is in desperate need of his favorite snacks," Colin said, with obviously feigned anger. Though, I doubt Daddy picked up on it.
"Oh no, I know," Daddy said, shamefully. "Please don't tell him. He'd be–oh, fuck yeah pretty little cunt–sooo mad at me! Let's just…let's just get it out of you."
"Okay then, you nasty pervert!" Colin said. "You're gonna have to unload those fat hairy balls of yours in me. Just like last time. Got it?"
Daddy nodded seriously. He seemed to have an idea. He expertly spun Colin around while still impaling his boybutt so that they faced each other. And, with his super jock daddy strength, he picked Colin up as if he were a toddler and began slamming Colin's fuckhole on Daddy's dick. The juxtaposition of one beefy, hairy, man standing 6-and-a-half-feet tall with a tiny 5-and-a-half-foot boy who was fit, but by no means as muscular, made my heart (and jockpussy) flutter. This time Daddy controlled Colin, letting his cock go to the tip, only to slam him back down again.
When they moved into this position, I quickly hid behind the corner again. But as I peeked back to watch, I realized I didn't need to worry. They only had eyes for each other. My cock was throbbing in my shorts. I could feel my jockstrap leaking pre-cum. Knowing they wouldn't notice me–and not caring if they did–I pulled my shorts down and began to stroke my own cock to my Daddy fucking some tiny, slut twink.
"Yeah, fuck that hole, Daddy," Colin said, staring deep into his eyes. "Get all that manly cum inside me. Keep fucking me so you can get unstuck—ohhhhyeahhhhdeeperfuuuck."
Colin wasn't disguising his pleasure with anger anymore. And Daddy stared deeply into Colin's eyes too, fucking him even harder. I had never seen him look at me like that. With pure unadulterated lust.
"Just like that," Colin moaned.
Daddy moaned too.
"Breed this faggot hole. Make me your bitch."
Daddy's thrusts seemed to become more erratic, his deep baritone panting growing ragged.
I stroked my cock, now fully covered in my own pre-cum, as Colin pinched and pulled at Daddy's fat perky nipples. The sloppy sounds of his fucked hole were intoxicating. And I was fucking jealous. I was on the edge of orgasm, and I could tell Daddy was too.
"Take this boycunt, Daddy," Colin whined. "Fuck me, fuck me. Ohhhfuuck!"
Colin leaned in, wrapping his arms around Daddy's neck even tighter. Their lips were centimeters apart. Colin whispered into Daddy's open, panting mouth. And while I couldn't hear it, I read the lips of the phrase that finally pushed my stud jock Daddy over the edge.
"Get me pregnant Daddy. Knock me up."
Daddy slammed Colin onto his cock and held him there for a moment. I could see his balls throbbing, pulsing untold amounts of daddy juice into Colin's lucky stomach. He let out a strained moan that turned into one long aggressive groan. Then his hips bucked uncontrollably and he resumed fucking Colin for another minute. Colin moaned like a stupid bitch in ecstacy, receiving Daddy's load and getting his wish. I couldn't take it anymore and shot my load on the wall outside of the office. 7–no, 8–ropes. I moaned too, but they couldn't hear me.
My heart skipped a beat as I watched Daddy and Colin stare at each other lovingly. Colin was humping Daddy's cock slightly, his 12-inches fully lodged in him. And then Colin leaned in and they kissed. It wasn't a long kiss, but they were both hungry for it. Their tongues wrestled and they exchanged spit, both moaning into each other's mouths. When they released, Colin looked up at Daddy and smiled.
"Hmmm, I think it can come out now," Colin said, coyly.
"Huh?" Daddy asked, snapping out of his boypussy-induced stupor. "Oh, right."
Daddy lifted Colin up and let his cock slide out. A sloppy farting sound accompanied the departure as globs of cum came spilling out of Colin's hole. I whimpered.
"Oh my god!" Colin exclaimed as Daddy set him down onto the ground. "Your cock is covered in cum! You can't go back out there. Everyone will know you've been fucking some slut in the back, including Sam!"
"Oh, no!" Daddy said, panicking. "What am I going to do?"
I rolled my eyes. Daddy really was a dumb jock. Clearly he could just use the roll of paper towels sitting on the desk. But Colin had different ideas.
"Here, let me…" Colin said, getting to his knees. And without preamble, he began sucking on Daddy's cock, which was getting limp now, but was still covered in a thick layer of cum and dripping out a long strand from the slit.
I gasped softly as I watched Colin nurse and clean Daddy's dick expertly. He throated it gently and carefully, making sure to slurp up every last drop of his cum. Colin closed his eyes and moaned at the taste of Daddy's cum and his own ass. Almost immediately Daddy's cock went back to its full size and Colin was trying his best to fit it all in his throat. He gagged and drooled, spitting everywhere. Eventually, he pulled off of Daddy and gasped.
"Mmm, I think it's all clean!" Colin said cheerily. "You're still hard as fuck, but when aren't you, you stupid himbo," he added under his breath, smirking. "Let's get you back out there. Sam will be worried."
Colin began putting back on his pants and store shirt. Before he did, though, I saw him put in a black butt plug. Naughty slut, I thought to myself.
It took me a moment to realize that they were dressed and about to head my way. I quickly put back on my jock and shorts and hurried back down the hall. After a minute I heard their footsteps approaching. I was whistling and tapping my foot, doing my best impression of nonchalance.
"Oh!" I said, turning around with surprise. "There you are, Daddy!" I ran up to him and hugged him, covertly feeling up and down his fat throbbing dong, which was still hard. Through his thin running shorts, I could feel the wetness of Colin's sloppy spit. "I was so worried!"
"Heh, hi, Son," Daddy said, grunting at the feeling of my hand jerking him off. "Sorry, I went to find Colin to help me get you your snacks."
"Aww, that's sweet," I said looking over to Colin and smiling, still hugging Daddy. Colin looked a little abashed at having run into me so soon after taking Daddy's cum. "Are there any in the back?"
"Uhh–what?" Colin asked, confused. "Oh, right. Snacks...uhh, no unfortunately we are all out until next week."
"That's okay!" I said brightly. "I think I got plenty today. Welp, we should go check out, right Daddy?"
Daddy grunted. I was still steadily stroking his cock between our hug. It bounced and twitched in my grip. "Uggh, uhmm," Daddy said, clearing his throat. "Yes."
"Oh, we should hang out sometime, Colin!" I said, letting go of Daddy. His cock was still wet with Colin's spit, and his print made every vein visible. "Maybe you could come over to our house!"
"Oh, uhh…" Colin said, looking nervous. He gave Daddy a half-glance but then looked back at me. I smiled encouragingly at him.
"Yeah, that'd be great," he said, smiling back.
We exchanged phone numbers, and Daddy and I went to the front to check out. I smiled and hummed to myself happily, imagining the fun we were all soon going to have. Daddy walked beside me, a slightly concerned, nervous look on his face. His cock, as ever, throbbed painfully in his shorts.
To be continued…