Dad Problems, Chapter 2
After wriggling away from Al, he lay flat on his back, gasping for air and glistening with a coating of sweat.
I snuggled up to him, embracing him tightly as the residual thrills of the climax washed over me.
My head was laid on his chest, and I was slipping in and out of consciousness, basking in the blissful aftermath of our lovemaking. My unoccupied hand instinctively rested on Al's sweat-covered balls, carefully rubbing his cock and scooping up any remaining cum as it oozed from his manhood. Appetently, I savored the flavor from my fingers, noticing that Bill's was more delectable to me.
Not only did I take a liking to Bill's taste, but also to his aroma.
Quite frankly, I relished his sweat, too.
Similarly, I found his fluid to be more palatable when compared to Al's.
And his rocks, for that matter.
Let's not forget about his brawn, warmth, and his dominating behavior, which I know, drove me wild.
It's hard to deny that his air of unwavering certainty transformed me into the horniest whore ever!
I started to hum quietly to myself, reminiscing about the delectable taste of Bill's armpits and the way he moaned as I sucked on his nipples...
Gradually, my appendage began to revive, and the presence of a sexy, accomplished man led me to act on my instincts.
Emitting a hushed groan, I kissed and licked Al's nipples, tantalized by his moans and the way his stubby yet rigid member flickered with each lick.
Let's be frank; Al's had smaller boobs than Bill's.
Yet, they were certainly appealing, not to mention all the more reactive to my touches.
To my utter astonishment, Al didn't try to push me onto his dick. Instead, he allowed me to play with his well-built physique. I took note of his defined muscles, the subtle shift in his skeletal structure – how his bones peeked through his skin. Perhaps due to his supreme receptiveness, he seemed more submissive to my stroking.
"For how long have you been gay?" Al inquired, his palms strumming my shoulders while I attended to his fantastic physique. I admired the sighs and moans as I explored all the new sensitive areas on his body.
I craned my neck up to look at him and was surprised when he asked me that question in such a serious manner.
Realizing that the best approach would be to speak the truth, I recalled the events of the previous night.
"I've been straight up until last night when Bill joined me in bed," I said, still licking his sculpted abdominal muscles, and gradually moving my lips towards his groin.
Believe it or not, not a single same-sex encounter came my way during my college years.
If I stopped for a moment of reflection, I'd likely conclude that I was sprawled in the depths of my closet and just might have run into Linus Van Pelt. I'm not entirely sure what my sexual orientation now is, as my internal compass, not to mention my principles, morals, and self-worth, all seem to be blurred.
I shared my experience with Al, letting him in on how Bill's fingers had massaged my back and created an unbelievable sensation that made me cum right away when his hot mouth engulfed my exposed asshole.
"You can't claim to cum simply by having your ass licked?" Al exclaimed, his palms now loosely caressing my shoulders.
Smiling coyly, I teasingly replied, "Umm-hmm."
"We know how much you revel in eating pussy." I purred, still licking his abdominal region, and finding a new area on his body to nibble on.
Al flushed crimson, undoubtedly recalling the time he feasted on my freshly penetrated pussy.
"Should I tell you how good it felt when your lips graced my sweaty anus?" I propositioned teasingly.
Al blushed more deeply and gushed a surprising amount of pre-seminal fluid from his dick when he recollected his first encounter with my anus in the shower. That memory woke up his cock and I knew he'd be at my service whenever I required a fresh supply of seminal fluid.
"How many gallons of that sweet nectar can you devour now?" I asked cheekily, spreading Al's legs apart and exposing his scrotum to me with his knees drawn towards his chest.
The moment Bill's lips touched my ass for the first time, it turned me on immensely. Not only that, but I came so hard I saw stars! I pushed his legs back further and bent down again to taste his tempting, sweaty butt hole.
"Ahhh, fuck yes..." Al murmured quietly as I stuck my tongue inside him once more.
Bill just kept tongue fucking me relentlessly until I was a complete, mindless slut, begging him to take me.
"Oh yes..." my son murmured in between breaths as I kissed his sweet ass again. This time, I slid my tongue deep into his hole.
"Oh God, yes," Al moaned as I pulled my tongue out quickly before kissing him again, stretching his tight virgin ass hole.
"Fuck me daddy..." he whimpered softly, his eyes half closed, breathing heavily. His cock was constantly leaking pre-cum.
I had tongue fucked my firstborn child for the second time that day. This time, I noticed a difference - he seemed to welcome it more eagerly, and his virgin sugarhole was getting looser and wetter.
"I might've fucked Bill again this morning..." I confessed with a smile.
Now, I was licking our young man's balls and stroking his cock as I recalled the story. One hand was rubbing his shaft, the other was being used to massage his wet, virgin boi pussy.
"Bill's big body was on top of me, crushing me into the bed. I was still horny and rolled my hips to feel that pleasurable friction."
"I fucked my wet ass pussy against his dick, feeling him cum inside me again."
I again smiled at him, knowing that he would soon experience the same incredible feeling.
"You'll love it too, son..."
Gently pushing in my finger, I fondled his tender boi pussy.
"That feeling of knowing your man is cumming in you... how full and complete it makes you feel..."
Al gasped as I slipped in my finger. "Oh... fuck..."
"Look," I said, admiring his steaming cock, still spewing out cum and sweat along with the saliva and pussy cream - wet from the action and also from me sucking on it.
I began to play with his fingers in sync with the lively stroking of his cock.
"The feeling when your man unleashes his load inside you..."
With each thrust, he moved his hips, eager for more.
"You've got to try it son," my words were punctuated by gentle sucking noises. "It's so wonderful, trust me."
I stopped to blatantly slobber all over his cock and balls, oblivious to the presence of his sperm on my lips.
"Oh we're not done here yet," I chuckled, taking a break to suck Al's impressive cock a little more firmly.
My fingers were finally pushing deeper into his ass while describing to him how I was blowing Bill.
"I swallowed every inch within a few seconds, loving how he stretched me as I gagged on his thickness."
Next, I let Al's wet cock out of my mouth and went back to telling the story, underlining the eroticism by stroking his dick a bit harder than before.
I described how it couldn't be easy for him, his humiliating situation enhancing the hot experience.
"He pulled me to the doorway and spit on my ass."
I spread his legs open, squatting between his legs and getting ready to lick his boobs again.
"I completely loved how he fucked me from the back..."
Watching his face, I slowly stood up and got on top of him. He looked at me with lust-filled eyes.
I kissed him deeply before I spat on his pussy hole again.
"He fucked me so hard while we kissed."
He panted and embraced me, revealing his ardour and trust in my words.
"And, when he pulled his dick out from my ass, I could see where my sperm and pussy cream joined."
Our tongues interlocked passionately while I fondled his hard cock, making me want to swallow him again.
"I knew how to suck skillfully... and while I was swallowing, I took him deeper than before and sucked him off."
Gasping for air, eyes filled with lust, I raised my head and alternated stroking and sucking his cock and cheeks.
"Don't stop... ohmygod... please..." I laughed and went back to sucking his cock.
I had returned to licking, but shortly after I noticed his signs of impending ejaculation.
"Spread your legs wide," I asked and fished out a bottle of lube.
He opened them willingly as I counted the strokes, feeling him about to come.
"I want you to....."
Suddenly, his semen erupted from his loaded cock and covered my face and chest.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH..." he groaned.
Spontaneously, I spat on my fingers and slowly massaged his virgin ass hole.
"You know, you're going to love this too."
Finally out of breath, I smiled as I observed his wonderful reaction.
When he takes you, claims you, makes you his property.
"Impregnates you." I held him by the balls, reintroducing the finger I had been tempting him with, this time deep inside.
"Inseminates you." I said, locking gazes with him, wanting to know this was his fate.
"Oh fuck." he grunted. Cum trickled out of his cock, smearing his face.
There were only two releases.
Premature.
Whatever.
There were still many more to unload.
Yowling, he astonished me by sitting up a bit, positioning himself against the wall, connective threads of my spit and his faggy pussy juices linking our lips to his ass pussy lips.
I held on to his balls and inserted my finger in his ass again, causing him to flinch as his balls were suddenly yanked.
A skit of fear flashed across his cum-streaked face as I started fingering his ass, deliberately, slowly, comprehensively, controlling his ass pussy.
"Oh... Oh... Oh..." he whined in unison with my thrusts, the stress dissipating from his body.
The ember of resistance - the last shred of his manly integrity - flickered and fizzled out.
It took three finger thrusts.
After four, his ass was milking my fingers.
At five, he was undulating his hips, luring me to insert another finger, to fuck him harder, quicker.
"I know you crave this tissue..." A second finger went in smoothly. He squealed in delight as the added fullness was embraced, sensing that there was still more on the way.
"You crave this..." I said calmly as I added a third finger, the room filling with the sounds of pissy pussy being fucked.
His member, a titanic 9", wasn't finished either. I wasn't about to yield my newfound power over him.
"This slutty little faggot ass cunt is soaking wet and primed for cock." I said as I moved closer. I teasingly allowed my erection to graze against his own burly member.
Now, it was just a massive clit, a tool to entangle a mate. Then he got on his knees, spread his leg like a submissive sissy blowjob artist!
I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my lips, gazing into his eyes and slowly sucking them out.
"But..." I whispered "Not yet..."
Al's prick bounced back as he sucked and kissed gently at my fingers.
I was relishing in the power I had over my physically superior son.
"You won't cum until I permit it..."
My words sent a shudder through him, he had given in to me, he just wouldn't openly admit it.
Al's knob wasn't finished either, and I had no intention of surrendering the unconventional control I had over him.
"This slutty little faggot ass cunt is dripping wet and prepared for cock." I said as I moved my penis alongside his own enormous, superior member.
Now, it was nothing more than a massive clit, a trap to lure a mate. Then he slid to the ground and splayed his legs, presenting himself like an obedient faggot cock slut!
I removed my fingers and brought them to my lips. Staring deeply into his eyes, I slipped the wet fingers into my mouth, only to subsequently include a second finger, sucking both, then licking and dripping them.
As he became transfixed on my fingers, he started to lick and moisten them.
"But..." I voiced "Not yet..."
Al's cock jumped again, as he licked and sucked appreciatively on my fingers. He moved his head forwards, taking more of my fingers into his mouth, before taking them out.
He examined my fingers with his eyes, then sucked them into his mouth, replicating a blow job.
He was now looking at me with puppy-dog eyes, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling.
"Do you enjoy the taste of your ass pussy?"
He hummed against my fingers.
"It tastes good, doesn't it baby boy?" I goaded. "Does your faggot ass pussy need to be plowed?"
"Mmm... Hmmm!"
He nodded his head slightly and sucked harder on my fingers. He now had his hand on my wrist, holding my hand in place as he sucked.
He met my gaze as he took my fingers out of his mouth, before he licked them and accepted a third, searching hungrily for more.
I loved the feeling I got from being in control, as my son moaned submissively while sucking on my fingers that I had just been in his ass.
I touched my spit-covered fingers to his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked playfully, before his tongue ran against my fingers.
"Ready, little faggot?" I cooed.
"Yes, Daddy." he said in a child-like voice.
My fingers returned between his legs and he opened his thighs and scooted forwards, oblivious to my gaze, but not hesitating for a moment what was coming his way.
As his anus gripped my fingers once more, I felt his hips swaying back and forth, eagerly seeking satisfaction. He kept repeating, "Uh... uh... uh," while trying to resist the urge of climaxing.
His feet remained fixed on the ground, shifting his hips toward me, eagerly searching for that release he desired. I could only help him by rubbing my fingers into his buttocks, mimicking the sensation.
"Daddy will take good care of your tight little ass, baby," I purred right into his ears. Al moaned out in reaction, rocking his body in a constant forward and backward motion, just like a stripper would while dancing.
He seemed to desperately long to cum, each thrust becoming slightly faster, pushing into his anus further and deeper.
I administered my fingers gently at a slow pace, enjoying the feeling of his starved and eager anus. "Is my wonderful son a closeted sissy like me?" I questioned, trying to induce his submission.
As I did, his hips circled, grinding his tight behind against my fingertips.
He was in a struggle, torn between his masculinity and his desire. Deep down, he willingly accepted that he could not withstand this tantalizing pleasure. After all, he had slept with plenty of beautiful women, but nothing compared to this incredible feeling.
I was astonished by the sight of his tight and warm anus rightfully enveloping my fingers, the sounds he emitted of it lubricating itself in eager anticipation. It was astounding.
A hand stroked his member while I continued finger-fucking his anus. I was hungry for his seed.
However, as I mentally prepared myself for the act of penetrating him, it suddenly hit me that his anus would be far too tight for my relatively diminutive member to fit and satisfy. And because he was not willing to lose his masculinity, I decided to hold off on that.
Instead, while he lay there, his anus still milking my fingers with his own seeds smeared on them, I brought his mushroom-shaped manhood to my lips. As I lowered my head, I withdrew one of my hands from his behind and reached for his testicles with a soft stroke of my hand. I wanted to tongue his meaty cord.
I knew he was losing himself in pleasure and raw desire. It was evident in his strenuous arms struggling with a towel. I managed to break him down with my words. Each fibre within his anatomy tensed with intense feelings. His ass hole surely felt divine, but he always desired something more than that, an ultimate release from his unwanted secret fantasy.
I grasped his testicles to hasten his pleasure. Handsome Al moaned in response to my every touch, but as a movement intensified I questioned him plainly, "You're a faggot exactly like me, aren't you?"
"Will you cum like a whore getting fucked in the bathroom?"
"Aren't you trying to make a big mess between my fingers?"
When my words registered in his mind, a struggle began. He longed for release, but he could not allow himself to go that low. All that he had been taught about his masculinity and heterosexuality made him reject his deepest desires. He wanted to surrender to it, but - He simply could not.
His hole was gripping and milking my fingers so intensely while his prostate and boi joy button spewed waves of euphoria throughout his body as he closed his eyes and used primarily his hands to press himself in a circular motion, again and again.
His bliss led him to climax. I continued to jerk off his pubic bone as I caressed the underside of his prostate, surrounded by his love bead. It seemed as though I finally achieved what I set out to do—successfully tearing him away from the world of traditional norms.
But he did not disintegrate. He drifted into blissful unconsciousness. Although I desired to fuck him there and then, I knew that his first steps into exploring his new sexuality would be better with both guilt and hesitance eliminated.
Instead, I leaned in to kiss and explore his mouth. Naturally, the load had fell into my mouth, and I held out my hand and guided his head to swallow his own sperm.
He coughed naturally, swallowed what he did not like.
His climax led to another climax a few moments later. With one hand tonguing the inside of his mouth and swallowing his own cum, I finally released him.
Al rested on his back, cum leaking from the corner of his lips, his sexy body spread out on the bed while staring at the ceiling.
I, on the other hand, had more opportunities to explore new ventures—starting with his brother, Bill. I realised that Bill had been unknowingly watching all of this on the sofa, wearing a pair of tight shorts that left little to the imagination.
"Get dressed," Bill ordered.
Amused, I teased, "Am I not good enough to handle without needing to be dressed up?"
Bill grinned, "Wear this costume," as he indicated a pair of lacy lingerie.
Smiling underneath, I did as he ordered. Wrestling myself into the lingerie, I felt the delicate fabric brush against my nipples, arousing me further when I bent slightly to adjust the back of my lingerie, showing the rascal a hint of my buttocks.
Bill watched intently and sat on the sofa with a bottle of beer and two outfits which I never noticed before. It appeared that the maid costume I brought for his wife now was meant for him.
"Get the beer," Bill ordered after I was appropriately dressed.
As I bent once more to retrieve the beer, the aroma from the bottle filled my nostrils. Bill leered at my ass, admiring my backside as I carefully straightened back up.
To my surprise, I felt a shiver run down my spine with such a feeling of inadequacy that I had not felt in years, as he gazed at me wanting more.
I flirtatiously swiveled around, expanding the gown and displaying my derriere while shooting a coquettish look back at him. This earned me a wolf whistle and a smack on the butt as I responded by wiggling my behind in his face before sauntering into the kitchen, sexual enticement oozing from each step.
I heard Al stroll in and I picked up another beer from the fridge, closing the door with a flirty sway of my hips.
"Here you go." The excitement in Bill's voice resonated from the other room.
"What the hell?" I heard Al mumble.
"What's wrong?" Bill responded with a cocky tone. "Wrong color? I think it complements your lips."
"Fuck you." I could hear Al say, but his voice suggested uncertainty, not playful or aggressive - he sounded afraid he might enjoy it.
Bill understood the scenario, sauntering over to Al and forcing his presence. "Come on slut, that sexy pink suits those cocksucking lips and that scorching bitch ass pussy."
I watched from the entranceway as Bill worked his magic.
He'd coerced Al into position, turned around, on all fours on the couch. The shorts Al had been wearing were now bunched around his knees, uncovering his warm, moist ass and tight pussy. Al's soccer jersey had been cast off and Bill had one arm around his chest and the other around Al's neck in a submission hold.
I could hear Bill talking dirty in Al's ear, loudening his breath, dissolving the final barrier of consent as his cock plunged into Al, vanquishing a decade-old rivalry.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" Al groaned in time with Bill's rhythmic thrusts, their entire bodies shuddering with each impact of Bill's cock hitting home.
Soon the carnal noises devolved into primitive grunts of dominance and submission.
I couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of two perspiring hunks fucking directly in front of me.
The vacation had just taken an intriguing turn.
