Daddy’s Pool Party

By John Valjean

Text copyright © 2020

John Valjean

All Rights Reserved

Disclaimer: This book contains sexually explicit material and profanity. Please do not read further if these things offend you. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intentional.

Daddy’s Pool Party

I closed my suitcase and breathed a sigh of relief. I made it. After eighteen years of marital confinement, I was ready to abandon this constrained existence that has held me captive during my prime years. But this would no longer be the case. It was time for Quentin Turner to finally do what was right for Quentin Turner. I was a cum-hungry fuck machine, and I had a long list of men to fill on the outside.

When I was a horny high-schooler, I knocked up my girlfriend, Rita Jennings. I was married at sixteen, a Dad to twin boys, and living in my parents’ basement. Somehow we both made it through college while working part-time jobs and sponging off of our parents. Eventually, we started a modest life of our own by the time our boys, Bryce and Ryan, were almost ten years old.

Once we had our house and were no longer under the watchful eye of my mother, I started relaxing my commitment to my marital pledge. Once a month—twice if I was lucky—I would find an excuse to go out and have some raunchy fun with guys I met online, at the gym, or around town. I was twenty-six and hornier than ever. I needed to get my rocks off, and, by this time, I was confident that it had to be with men. I savored every minute I could get away from the home to let my true nature take over and fuck as many men as I could stick my dick into.

My sexual misadventures have only increased over the years. My marriage was on life support, and I was going out a few times a week to hook up with guys. I had been telling myself that I just needed to make it to the boys’ eighteenth birthday, and then I could be on my way. As far as I was concerned, I had met my parental obligation.

That brings us to today. Bryce and Ryan woke up as adults. Rita made a big breakfast for my handsome young lads to celebrate their long-awaited eighteenth birthday. I was cheerier than usual as we dug into her mouthwatering feast of pancakes, potatoes, eggs, and homemade buttermilk biscuits. Between the excessive carbs and the knowledge that I had my suitcase mostly ready in the back of the closet, I was one happy camper.

The plan was for me to stay home with the boys for the day, and Rita would go to work. She would bring home cake and ice cream for a mini-celebration before the big blowout she had planned this upcoming weekend. Rita left for the day, the boys went back to their bedroom, and I grabbed my suitcase.

My freedom was a few steps away.

“Dad?” Bryce called from outside my bedroom.

“One second,” I said, yanking the suitcase off the bed and kicking it underneath. “Come in.”

Bryce opened the door and was wearing a short pair of white nylon swim trunks. They hid nothing. My boy was gifted with the same endowment as his father, and he had no problem showing it off. His body was tall and lanky, but with firm smooth muscles. I sat down on the bed as soon as the blood rushed to my crotch.

“Hey,” Bryce said, hopefully not seeing that I had grown hard for him. “Mom wanted me to remind you that Ryan and I were planning to have some of the guys come by for a swim today. Is that cool?”

“Sure,” I said. I wasn’t thrilled that I would be walking out on my boys while their friends were over, but they would have to eventually get over it. I needed this too much.

“Cool!” Bryce beamed.

“You should join us, Dad,” Ryan said, poking his head around the corner.

Most people couldn’t tell my boys apart, but it was no problem for me. Bryce was always something of a Momma’s Boy, who did whatever we asked. Ryan, on the other hand, tended to be more of a button-pusher, ever trying to see how far he could take things with my wife and me. Ryan reminded me of myself at his age.

“We’ll see,” I said.

“Come on, Dad,” Ryan said. “Don’t you want to show off that sexy body in front of all our friends?”

“Bro!” Bryce said, pushing his brother on the shoulder.

“What?” Ryan laughed. “I was just kidding! But seriously, Daddy, you should put on something tight and come swimming later.”

After they closed the door, I listened to the twins arguing down the hall and distinctly heard the word “inappropriate” come out of Bryce’s mouth. Ryan never bit his tongue, but he wasn’t usually so forward with me. And what was that “daddy” business? He hasn’t called me daddy since he was four or five years old.

As I puttered around my bedroom, gathering a few items here and there to add to my luggage, I couldn’t get Ryan’s tone out of my head. If I didn’t know better, it almost sounded as though he was coming onto me. But that was ridiculous, wasn’t it? I’m his father, after all. He didn’t see me that way.

Did he?

I thought about a young guy I fucked behind a club a few weeks ago. He couldn’t have been much older than my sons. He called me “daddy” the whole time I fucked him. Though I tried to push the image out of my head, I imagined that I was taking turns fucking my sons in the late-night darkness of the empty lot. I was breathless during my orgasm, envisioning my seed spilling into my own boys. I pushed the thought out of my head as soon as I was finished with the young slut. Until now.

My cock was growing again, thinking about my attractive twin sons pulling their trunks off as they danced in front of me. There was nothing wrong with a little fantasy, right? I got onto my bed and closed my eyes as I imagined Bryce and Ryan letting their fat rods out and yanking on them for me. I pulled my tank top and workout shorts off and tossed them to the side of the bed, wrapping my fingers tightly around my cock. I started pumping my hips forward as one filthy image after another entered my head. Bryce bouncing on my shaft. Ryan slathering my tool with his saliva. Both of my boys’ faces covered with their daddy’s thick seed. How many minutes could have passed before my balls tightened, and my legs were pushing frantically against the comforter? Not many. Cum erupted across my chest and down my fist as I struggled to catch my breath. Without considering it, I lapped up my warm juices and pretended I was swallowing the jizz leaking from the cockheads of my twin sons.

“What is wrong with me?” I said, panting as I came to my senses.

Maybe I was leaving my family just in time. I couldn’t believe that I had jacked off to the thought of my sons doing unspeakable things. I shook my head, realizing that I might not be better than some backwoods redneck degenerate. I had never felt so guilty in my life, and I had just spent the better half of ten years fucking around on my wife with hundreds of anonymous men.

I walked to the restroom sink to clean myself off when I heard my boys in the backyard. My bedroom was on the second floor and looked over the patio. Bryce and Ryan were sitting down by the side of the pool on loungers. Ryan was rubbing sunscreen onto his brother’s back. Was it the fantasy I had, or was there something sensual going on between the two? Ryan’s hands slowly moved across Bryce’s body, like he was trying to extend the length of time he got to touch his brother. The two were talking, but I couldn’t make out what either was saying.

As much as it bothered me, I was growing hard again. I grabbed my cock and began pumping it while I watched my twins’ erotic display. Bryce took the bottle of lotion and squeezed some onto his hands and covered the rest of his taut body before it was Ryan’s turn. The look on Ryan’s face was unmistakable. As Bryce rubbed lotion on his brother, Ryan appeared as though he might have an orgasm at any moment.

My balls were ready to shoot another gust of cum as my eyes wandered over my boys, barely clothed with their shorts fighting to conceal their fat boners. Bryce’s hands came down across his brother’s pecs and squeezed. Ryan turned his head, and the two shared a gentle kiss on the lips. My body shook as streams of cum blasted against the wall of my restroom. It was challenging to maintain my balance as my cock exploded while watching my sons playfully kiss.

Looking down, I saw thick gobs of my fluids rolling down the wall. I didn’t give a shit. I got on my knees and lapped it hungrily, knowing now that there was nothing wrong with me. I wanted my boys, and it donned on me that one of them wanted me. Maybe both.

I jumped in the shower for the second time that morning and cleaned up. I figured it was probably best for me to get out of the house and attempt to control my instincts, which were to go down by the pool and take turns fucking my sons. But I didn’t want to dive into something like that on the same day I was arranging to move out.

The plan was to head over to my buddy Chris’ place and crash on his couch for a month while looking for an apartment in town. Chris and I started out as regular fuck buddies, but he and I have grown into close friends over the past year. He’s been the one who has listened to me as I debated leaving Rita and the boys.

After my shower, I closed the restroom window and tried to ignore anything that might be happening by the pool. I got into a fresh tank top and shorts and decided to take a nap after that substantial breakfast and back-to-back orgasms. I lay in bed and attempted in vain to think about anything but my boys’ tempting bodies.

SPLASH!

“Whoa!” I jumped out of my bed and stood in silence, trying to catch my bearings.

It was noon. I’d been asleep for almost two hours. I looked outside and saw my boys with three of their buddies, racing around the pool, and having a good time. I checked my phone and found that Chris had texted me a few times.

“What time are you coming by sexy?” said the first.

“You didn’t chicken out, did you?” read the follow-up text that was delivered thirty minutes later.

“No. Just lost track of time” I texted back.

I looked outside again. Ryan was lying on his front on the lounger as his brother sat with his legs in the pool. Vaughn Lemmon, their childhood friend, was stepping out of the water and walking back to the diving board. Vaughn was gangly as a child, but he’s filled out nicely. The teenage linebacker for the high school football team was a mass of thick muscle from head to toe. Simon Craig was doing laps and ignoring the others. The boy was like a brother to my sons and was over for dinner at least once a week. He was a swimmer with the killer good looks of his old man, the Diving coach at the high school. I always got the impression that something was going on between Simon and his dad. Finally, Lyle Shapiro was staring at Vaughn from a chair by the pool and touching his crotch. The young tanned stud didn’t seem concerned that anybody might see him, least of all Vaughn. The young man was wearing tight bikini briefs, and I swear I could see the head of his cock pressing against his abs.

Five hot young men. All in my back yard.

“I might go for a swim with my boys,” I texted Chris.

I got into a pair of blue and white briefs that I usually reserved for secret pool parties, and then went downstairs and out to the patio. All of the young men stopped as soon as I came out of the house. My cock was half erect, and this must have been the first time any of them had seen me expose my body to this extent. Even my two boys.

“Hey, Dad,” Ryan said. “That is one tight bathing suit.”

“Wow, Mr. Turner,” Lyle said, his hand barely covering his cock. “You stay in amazing shape.”

“Thanks, Lyle,” I said, walking closer to the group and concentrating on not growing too hard.

“He’s not kidding, Mr. Turner,” Vaughn said, stepping out of the pool. “My Dad’s always at the gym, and he’d kill to have a body like yours.”

“Well, he’d better stop going to IHOP then,” I said dryly, walking over to an empty lounger and sitting down with my legs opened wide. I was too horny to care about what was socially acceptable. “So, boys, would anybody like to help me with some lotion?”

“I’d be happy to,” Lyle said, standing up and letting his boner poke through the side of his briefs as he walked toward me. He sat down behind me on the lounger and took the bottle of sunscreen from Ryan. “Mmmm… what a strong back you have, Mr. Turner.”

Lyle only used dabs of lotion as he applied it to my skin, slowly moving his hand across my shoulders. Bryce and his friends all closed in on me as Lyle continued his sensual massage. They were excited. There was no way to hide it without using their hands to cover their crotches. And they were not doing that.

“Here,” Ryan said, sitting closer and taking me by the arm. “Let me get my daddy’s big biceps.”

My cock had no choice but to reveal itself from the waistband of my briefs as soon as my boy slowly kneaded the sunblock on my arm. His fingers inspected each muscle, digging into my flesh as his face came closer to my arm. He ran his cheek slowly from my forearm to my shoulder, letting out a coo.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Daddy,” Ryan said. “You know that?”

“He knows,” Vaughn said. “I’ll get his other arm.”

Soon I had Vaughn working one arm while my son did the other. Precum was dripping from the head of my cock. I wanted to grab it to give it a bit of relief, but my arms were bound by the two strong teenagers on each side of me.

“Why don’t you two get Daddy’s chest and legs,” Ryan said to Bryce and Simon, who both knelt in front of me.

“Gladly,” Simon said, taking the bottle of sunscreen and squeezing droplets into his palm. The football player’s hand ran across my chest and down to my stomach. “Fuck, Mr. Turner, there isn’t an ounce of fat on you.”

“Our daddy takes excellent care of himself,” Bryce said, sounding more like his brother than ever. He squeezed lotion onto his hand and worked my inner thigh, continually pushing his fingers against my ball sack. “Ryan and I have wanted to spend time like this with him for the longest time. Haven’t you, Daddy?”

“To tell the truth… I hadn’t thought about it… um, until…” I stammered.

“Daddy’s so sexy when he’s nervous,” Ryan said, leaning in for a kiss.

Neither of us held back as we started to make out while the others rubbed my body down. I felt Bryce’s hand on my crotch, pushing against the part that was covered with my briefs, up to where I was exposed to the aroused group of teens. I could feel my precum running across his fingers.

“Wow, Daddy is so swollen,” Bryce said. “Let me see if I can help you, Daddy.”

While my tongue danced against Ryan’s, I felt Bryce pull my shorts down. His mouth traveled from my balls to the head of my cock and back again. Bryce went back and forth, soaking my shaft with his saliva. He was hungry for cock, but he wasn’t rushing anything.

“Do it, man… suck your dad off!” Vaughn said, clearly astonished by what was happening. “Look at him choke down the whole thing!”

“I didn’t think he’d actually do it!” Simon added.

“Are you kidding?” Lyle said. “They’ve been talking about doing this for years!”

My boys. Fucking horny sluts like their dad. Well, if this is what they wanted for their birthday, I was game to play along. I moved my hands down to place them on the back of Bryce’s head and then began fucking his mouth.

“Take it, son,” I growled. “You want to show your buddies what you can do, don’t you? Then swallow Daddy’s fat cock… take it all the way to the base, son. Aaaaahhhh… fuck… just like that, boy… mmmm… Daddy’s impressed.”

My kid knew what he was doing, working my cock thoroughly without so much as a gag. This didn’t often happen with other guys since I was gifted with a sizable tool. I figured that my boys, whose shafts were similarly as long, had plenty of practice choking on each other’s boners.

“He’s good, isn’t he, Daddy?” Ryan asked, pulling away from me momentarily. “He loves to suck me off and pretend it’s you. He can’t wait to feel your cum traveling down his throat. Neither can I.”

Ryan leaned forward again, and we ravaged each other’s faces as I thrust forward. I opened my legs wider to let Simon between them. As Bryce deepthroated me, Simon started sucking my balls with his skillful tongue. Lyle’s shorts were off now, and he was dry humping my back with what felt like a considerable tool of his own. Vaughn lifted my arm high and pushed his face into my pit, getting in a deep whiff before munching on it like it was his favorite treat.

“Thanks for letting us come over to play, Mr. Turner,” Lyle said, fucking my back harder. His hands held tight onto my waist as his speed escalated. “God… you’re so fucking hot, Mr. Turner… oh fuck… I can’t hold it anymore!”

Cum shot up across my back as Lyle’s grip pinched me. As soon as he finished spurting, the lad leaned down and licked up his sticky mess. He had gobbled the treat faster than it took him to shoot it onto me.

“Let’s get that cock out, boy,” I said to Ryan, who stood up and pulled his aching shaft from his tight shorts. I turned and looked at Vaughn. “You too, stud.”

As Bryce and Simon took turns swallowing my cock, I took Ryan’s dick in my mouth and sucked my teenage boy off. He let out a moan of relief as my lips made it down his tool. Did he already know what I was capable of, or was this a surprise to my boy?

“Fuck… suck it, Dad… fucking go down on it,” my son grunted as he stabbed my face with his thick rod. “You love that, don’t you? Fucking knew it! I knew you had something going on the side!”

If he only knew what a cock slut his old man really was, his head would probably explode. If I was going to go this far with my boys, I might as well tell them everything I’ve been up to. I have a good feeling the twins would love to accompany me on my nasty excursions.

As much as I loved sucking cock, going down on my own boy and hearing him wail lewd expletives was like nothing I’d ever experienced. And knowing that the expert cocksucker working on my shaft was his twin brother only intensified my euphoria. It was a constant battle, one I expected to lose shortly, to keep my cock from exploding in Bryce’s mouth.

“Your cock is so huge, Mr. Turner,” Simon said, pulling it away from my son.

The swimmer knew what he was doing too. I got the distinct impression that these five young men were having sex regularly, which excited me to no end. Bryce nibbled on my balls while the lithe jock worked my meat in his talented mouth.

I turned from Ryan’s shaft and engulfed Vaughn’s, which was one of the longest I’d ever seen in my life. According to my boys, the football star went through girlfriends faster than a prostitute goes through condoms, but I could see how they might have had trouble keeping up with him. He grappled my ears and began fucking my face at an astounding rate. It was the athlete in him. I was able to take his ferocity, but just barely.

“Slow down, man,” Ryan whispered.

“Dude, look at him,” Vaughn said. “He can take it. I need to get off.”

While going down on the linebacker, I stroked my son to keep him in play. I was fighting my climax, but Simon and Bryce were working wonders on my cock and balls. I felt Lyle shifting himself behind me and moving to the side of the lounger nearest Ryan.

“I’ve got him, Mr. Turner,” Lyle said, moving onto my son’s cock. I released my hand, and Lyle got started sucking off my boy.

Lyle noisily slurped on Ryan’s cock, and my son began slamming into his classmate’s face. “Take it, slut… go down on it,” Ryan grunted. “All the way… take it down to my nutsack!” Lyle must have been doing a fantastic job because my son sounded exceedingly gratified.

Below me, I could hear Simon and Bryce jacking off as they worked my cock, sharing it wildly between each other. The six of us glistened in the summer heat, doing what comes so naturally to men willing to abandon their inhibitions to feed their desires.

“F-fuck… Daddy… fuck…” Bryce called out as my leg was soon covered in my son’s spunk.

Bryce went right back to sucking me off with Simon, as my other leg was being splashed with a second load. Simon was fastened around my nuts, but moaning through his orgasm while his cum splashed down to my ankle. Precum was rushing from my cockhead as the boys let my shaft run between their lips from both sides.

“Get ready for it, Mr. Turner,” Vaughn said, grabbing me harder by the ears and preventing me from pulling away from his cock. Not that I had any plan to do so. “Eat it… oh yeah… AAAAAGHHHH!!!”

The football player trembled through his heavy load, fucking my mouth the entire time. Again I fought to keep from coughing as what felt like a gallon of cum raced down my throat. I was glad Lyle was going down on Ryan because I would have had a problem handling Vaughn and my son simultaneously.

“Shit… ungh… can’t hold it any…” Ryan said from my left.

“Then feed your daddy,” Lyle said, pulling off of Ryan’s cock.

I twisted my head toward my son as wads of my boy’s cum shot into my mouth. The tip of his head was three or four inches from my mouth, but he didn’t miss my tongue. Once the squirts slowed, I wrapped my lips around his cock again and drained my son’s balls.

“Feed us, Daddy,” Bryce said from between my legs.

“Feed us all,” Simon chimed in.

All five boys positioned themselves in front of me, kneeling with their mouths wide open like hatchlings waiting to be fed. Good lord, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Five gorgeous teenage studs, two of whom were my twin boys, all impatiently awaiting the thunderous orgasm that was tumbling their way. It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds before they each got their wish.

“Damn… oooohhhh… OOOHHHH FUUUUUCK!!!”

Waving my cock from side to side, the famished young men happily gobbled the streams of cum that flew across their faces. Bryce and Ryan were stationed directly in front of me and ended up with the most spunk. They turned to each other and made out while feasting on my semen. Simon joined them while Vaughn and Lyle made out as they stroked their dicks.

“Boys… thank you for this,” I said, catching my breath. “I think your parents would kill me if they could see us right now, but I won’t tell if you won’t.”

I probably startled them as I took a running leap into the pool. I was sticky with cum, and it felt good to wash it off of my body. I got the distinct impression that I would be jumping in a few more times before this little party was over.

“Come on, guys,” Ryan said, jumping to his feet. “Let’s go for a swim!”

All five naked young men soared through the air to dive into the deep end with me. They were so carefree and ready to do whatever came next without any sense of uneasiness. I regretted not being able to enjoy myself at their age. But that was soon behind me.

Bryce and Lyle came up from the water and started making out near the edge of the pool. Simon jumped out of the water and sat on the stairs. Vaughn went straight for his buddy’s cock, showing off that he was also an experienced cocksucker. That left my boy Ryan, treading water a few feet away.

“I taught you how to swim in this pool when you were ten,” I said.

“I remember,” Ryan replied.

I closed in on my boy, taking him by the hips and pressing my body against his as we traveled to the shallow end where I could stand.

“I think there are some other lessons I could teach you today,” I said.

“Oh, Daddy, I’ve been dying to learn from you,” Ryan squealed, grabbing me by the cock and pulling me close. “What did you have in mind, Daddy?”

“Take a guess,” I said, wrapping my hands around his asscheeks and letting my index fingers slip inside him.

“Oh… shit, Daddy… are you gonna fuck me right here in the pool?” Ryan asked playfully. “In front of Bryce and my friends.”

“That’s the plan, son,” I answered, leaning in for a kiss. This was no peck. It was deep and long, the kind I reserved for the sluts I met up with at the bars or online. Not for my son. Until today, that is. “How does that sound?”

“So fucking hot, Daddy!” I turned Ryan around and squeezed my cock inside his tight hole as he grunted and groaned. “Fuck… push it in, Daddy… all the way! God, you’re so much fucking bigger… ungh… than I expected!”

A few seconds passed before the water from the pool was splashing around us. It was just above our midsections, and Ryan was hanging over the side as I jammed my cock inside him. Before long, we had an audience cheering us on, something I had never had occur but which caused electricity to shoot through my body.

Like the group was watching a gladiator go in for the kill, Bryce and his friends roared as I fucked my other son with all of my energy. I wasn’t worried about expending myself before moving onto the others. I needed Ryan to know what his father was capable of doing—in the water or out.

“Get him good, Daddy!” Bryce yelled from behind. “You’d be surprised at how much he can take!”

“Fuck him, Mr. Turner,” Vaughn barked. “Get him nice and loose for me!”

I’ve been watched by men in sex clubs while I’ve pounded the tight hole of some twink, but those men were always nameless figures in the dark corners of a humid dungeon. But having these young men I’ve known since they were children as an audience while I fuck my son was causing my body to quiver in excitement. Hearing them yelling vile orders as I plowed my cock into my son’s hole was intoxicating to an immeasurable degree.

“Push it in me, Daddy… fuck… oh fuck… drive it in as hard as you can!” Ryan yelled as he forced his ass back onto my cock. I’ve met some aggressive bottoms in my days, but my boy was one of the most assertive in memory.

My hands moved up from my son’s waist to his chest as I mustered the energy to fuck him as hard as he was pleading with me to do so. I was possessed with a thirst to damage his hole. I wanted him to limp away from this, asking Vaughn for a break before taking another cock inside his smooth, beautiful mound of flesh.

“My boy likes it rough,” I growled.

“More than anything, Daddy,” Ryan replied. “Rougher… rougher, Daddy.”

I wrapped my hands around Ryan’s neck and tightened my grip. This wasn’t my usual M.O. during sex, but my instincts told me that this is what my boy meant by “rough.” Ryan gave me a quick nod, and my fingers clenched.

“Yeah… Daddy, that’s what I wanted… damage my hole!”

Consumed with lust for my son, I pounded him with no regard for his comfort or safety. Water roared around us, drowning out the shouting of Ryan’s brother and friends as a torrent of forbidden sex took place a few yards from them. I was dizzy from the effort I put forth, but my son’s cries for me continued to keep me going.

I could feel my balls tightening as I continued. A few hours ago, I had one foot out of the house, and now I was at the center of an orgy with my sons and their friends. I felt I was finally getting paid back for all the good times I missed in my late teens and twenties.

“Take it, you fucking slut! Take… AAARRRGHH… Take my cock!!!”

I loosened my grip from my son’s throat and wrapped my arms around him as my dick detonated inside his moist anus. I bit him twice on the shoulder as my body shuddered uncontrollably. Ryan turned his body to kiss me again, poking his engorged cock against my furry abdomen.

“Daddy… we need to do that more often,” Ryan said between kisses. “A lot more.”

Ryan got his hands on my cock and stroked it back to life within seconds. I could taste cum and chlorine on his breath while we made out. The waters calmed as my mind raced in anticipation of who I would fuck next. Then I heard a voice.

“Is it my turn, Daddy?” Bryce asked innocently. He was sitting next to Simon with his long cock in his hand, his legs submerged in the deep end.

Without saying a word, I leaped from the water and raced toward my other boy. He moved back a few inches as though I was about to strike him. I must have looked enraged. I pulled Bryce by the forearm and yanked him toward me.

“Ow… shit...” Bryce said, alarmed that I was so forceful.

I needed to fuck him. I threw Bryce over my shoulder and walked him over to one of the loungers as the rest of the group laughed. I placed my boy on his back, opened his legs wide, and aimed my cock toward his drenched asshole.

“Dad… wait… ooohhh… OWWWWW!!!”

“Aren’t as strong as your brother, Bryce?”

“Ungh… ooohhh… you’re going too fast, Daddy… just… ungh…”

Was this an act? Or was my boy playing the fragile part to get me off? If the twins were as sexually adventurous as they’ve made themselves out to be so far this afternoon, I figured Bryce was only trying to arouse me. And, to be honest, it was pushing all the right buttons on my body.

Bryce shoved against my chest like he wanted me to get off of him, but I was significantly stronger than my son. It would have taken Vaughn and Simon to pry me from my boy’s ass, and even then, they would have a struggle on their hands.

“Come on, boy… your brother was into it!” I growled. “Don’t you want your Daddy’s fat cock to drill your tight hole!?!”

“Ungh… y-yeah… but not… not so rough… I c-can’t take it… -D-Daddy…”

My son was pouring it on thick, and the tiny crowd in our backyard was going wild as they watched on. The more Bryce struggled, the more amped I became. The poor lounger was rocking back and forth and from side to side. I kept one foot on the concrete to ensure the whole damn thing didn’t flip over.

After we almost went over sideways, I lifted Bryce up from the seat and held him against me as I bounced him onto my swollen cock. He was still wailing, pushing, and struggling as he clung onto my shoulders. Ryan and his friends were captivated by my sex show with my son.

“Give it to him hard, Mr. Turner!” Vaughn shouted. “Fuck your son!”

“Shoot him full of cum, Daddy!” Ryan yelled. “He’s such a cum slut!”

Lifting Bryce higher and higher made the impact of falling upon my cock so much more severe, so that’s precisely what I did. Once again, I could feel my balls straining to hold their cum inside. Between the cries for me to slow down from Bryce and the united hollers to fuck my boy faster from the group, I couldn’t hold my load any longer.

“Oooohh… oooohh… Bryyyyyyyce!!!” I yelled as I sent my jism inside my son. Now both my boys had received their obscene birthday wish.

I let my cock flop out of my son’s gaping hole and felt cum splash onto my feet while I walked him back to the lounger. He released himself from my shoulders and laid back. The pained expression was still on his face.

“Did Daddy really hurt you?”

“N-no… Daddy… that was fun.”

My son had to work on his poker face.

“Son… I’m—”

“It’s okay, Daddy. Really.”

“Boys, I need to hydrate,” I said to the group. “I’ll be right back.”

The massive workout I had with my sons had my knees shaking slightly. I did need water, but I also wanted to give myself a quick breather before jumping on top of one of my boys’ friends. I walked back into the house and into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator. Thankfully Rita filled the fridge with cold cuts and fruit for the pool party.

I stuffed a couple of turkey slices in my mouth and then shoved a banana in right afterward. I washed it back with the water and immediately felt my wind coming back to me. I tossed the empty bottle on the kitchen island and closed the refrigerator door. I wasn’t sure which of the boys I wanted to fuck next. Perhaps I’d have to select—

“Hey, Mr. Turner,” Vaughn said from the patio doorway.

The young football player was in perfect condition. And the thick rod swinging between his legs was making my mouth water. I couldn’t help but imagine his handsome father, who I’d been crushing on for years, fucking his son late at night while his wife was asleep.

“Vaughn,” I replied.

“I was hoping we could have a little fun in private,” Vaughn suggested.

“Why is that?” I asked.

“I guess I don’t really want the guys to know that I have an extreme daddy fetish,” Vaughn answered as he came closer to me. He took hold of his cock, which had grown fully erect. “My father isn’t as hot as you, Mr. Turner. But I’ve always wondered what he would do to me if he knew I wanted him.”

“And what would you like him to do?” I asked.

Vaughn stepped up to me and grabbed my hardened shaft. “Do you want me to tell you, Daddy?”

“Yes, son,” I said, taking part in the teenager’s impromptu role play. “What do you want Daddy to do to you?”

“Mmmm… I want you to let me jack you off nice and slow, just like this,” Vaughn said softly, looking around as though he was worried that we could be caught. His hand moved methodically up and down my dick as he stared into my eyes. “Would you like that, Daddy?”

“I would.”

“We have to be so quiet, don’t we, Daddy? Can you imagine if Mom came in and found us like this?”

“I don’t think that would stop me. Or you.”

“Oh, that’s for sure, Daddy,” Vaughn said, still slowly pumping my cock. “I’d turn around like this. Even if she was watching. Then I would back into your cock like this, letting the fat head of your dick press against my tight asshole. Would that be okay, Daddy?”

“Fuck yes, my dirty boy,” I answered, pushing my cock into Vaughn’s warm hole, pushing him against the island. “I’d smile at your mother the entire time I fucked you.”

“Ungh… fuck, Daddy… you’re so fucking nasty. She gets what she deserves for being a snoop.”

“That’s right, son… mmmmm… fuck you’re tight! You might as well go to bed, honey! I’m planning to fuck Vaughn all night long!”

“Ungh… yeah, Mom… stop crying! I’m just giving Daddy what you never could! Ungh… Mom… don’t cry… ungh… don’t… fuck, Daddy, your cock feels so good inside me!”

Vaughn and I kept up our filthy role play as I fucked him in the kitchen, and the rest of the party splashed around in the pool. The teenager was unbelievably dirty, remaining in character the entire time. As long as I fucked his brains out, he carried on a conversation with his imaginary mother, and I followed suit. It was thoroughly depraved, but then so was everything else I’d done on my sons’ birthday.

We moved around the kitchen, pretending we were in his bedroom with his door wide open and his mother begging us to stop. I don’t know what was going to happen after I left the house, but I was sure that I was going to need to fuck this perverse teenager again. Multiple times.

“Cum in me, Daddy!” Vaughn yelled as I towered over him on the floor of the kitchen. “Don’t worry, Mom… he’s not hurting me!”

“Baby, I’m breeding our boy!” I shouted as my cum filled his tight hole.

Vaughn and I rolled around on the floor, making out as my cock penetrated his soaked asshole. He gave it a squeeze as I released it, getting as much cum into the palm of his hand as he could. He then brought it to his mouth and licked it clean.

“Mmmm… I wish you were my Daddy,” Vaughn said.

“Anytime you want, I’d be happy to fill in for him,” I said.

“I’ll bet you would,” the teenager replied.

Once I stood up, Simon walked in from the patio. He was covered in cum. It was dripping from his hair, face, pecs, and down his arms and stomach. The teenager could hardly open his eyes.

“Mr. Turner,” Simon said. “Can I use your shower? The guys kind of saturated me and I wasn’t sure about cleaning off in your pool.”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll take you up to mine.”

I helped Vaughn up to his feet, and the studly football player made his way outside to join his friends. I took Simon by the arm and led him upstairs to the restroom in my bedroom. I stood him beside the shower and then turned it on, letting the water reach the perfect temperature.

“What a mess,” I said, turning to the tall swimmer. “They got you good, didn’t they?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Simon replied, his eyes completely shut at this point. “I guess I’d better wash it off.”

“Seems a waste,” I replied.

I pulled the teenager close to me and took a long lap on the right side of his face. I couldn’t get it all with one lick. The nearer I got to Simon, the more it appeared as though he was sopping from the loads of a dozen men. I continued on, working the rest of his face and then leaning down to clean his body. After every few mouthfuls, I’d kiss the young swimmer and give him a sample of the spunk that rolled down his body.

“Not bad, huh?” I asked.

“I love it.”

“You could use a fresh batch,” I said, leading Simon into my shower and placing him beneath the water.

The remaining cum, which was mostly clumped in the young man’s dark hair, was washed away. I stepped in behind him, leaving the glass door open. I didn’t want anyone thinking that they weren’t invited should they walk in on us.

“I want you to fuck me, Mr. Turner,” Simon said as the water flowed down his perfect frame. “Just like you did with your boys.” His hands moved up my abs to my chest, which he gave a firm squeeze. “You’re the hottest dad I’ve ever seen.”

“Take a mental picture,” I said, turning the teen around and pushing my cock to his asshole. “Because you’re not going to see it for a bit.”

Warm water rushed over our hot bodies as I slammed my cock into the young man attempting to maintain his balance in front of me. He was the tightest of the group so far. The loudest too. Simon was bellowing so raucously that I could hear my boys and their friends whooping outside as they listened to us fuck.

What did my neighbors think about all of the action going on today, I wondered? The sounds were unmistakable. My boys both yelled daddy dozens of times while we fucked around the pool. It didn’t really matter. I would be gone in a few hours, and I never planned to return. But what about my boys? How could I leave them after all of this?

“Fuck, kid,” I grunted, stuffing my cock in his hole. “You’ve got a grip, don’t you?”

“Ungh… yeah… aaaahhh… don’t usually let guys fuck me,” Simon admitted. “But I couldn’t… ungh… pass up riding your… aaaahhh… thick cock!”

This sexy young guy was lusting after me? It felt good to be wanted this way. I took his hips and pushed forward hard, trying to drill as deep as I could go. His bellowing intensified, and so did the rowdy boys outside.

Reaching around Simon’s waist, I grabbed hold of his long cock and started jacking him off while we screwed. The teen’s hand moved up my thigh, and he ran his fingers along it. I could tell he was enjoying being fucked aggressively, and I loved the way his asshole was locked onto my tool.

“Ooohhh… Mr. Turner… AAAAHHHH!!!” Simon yelled as his cum shot out and left my fist sopping with spunk.

“There’s your fresh batch,” I said, lifting my hand to his mouth to feed him his own juices. “You enjoy the taste of your own cum, don’t you, kid?”

“Mmmm… never had it before today,” Simon said, devouring the clumps from my palm. “Goddamn, it’s good!”

I yanked myself from Simon’s asshole and grabbed it before turning him around and setting him on his knees. I rubbed my cock a few inches from his face and turned the water down to a trickle. I didn’t want my new sexual partner to lose a drop of what was headed his way.

“Ready for it, Simon?” I growled.

“Yeah... feed me, Mr. Turner,” he replied, letting his tongue fall out.

Long powerful squirts darted onto the young man’s tongue, and he gleefully swallowed it all. Simon didn’t let any of my cum miss his mouth and travel down the drain. The budding cum enthusiast was as greedy as he was desirable.

After my climax finished, Simon fastened his lips around my dick. It didn’t take long for me to become fully erect again, which was a good thing. After all, I had one more boy to fuck, and I could tell that he had fallen on his fair share of cocks.

Lyle Shapiro was one of my boys’ oldest friends. Rita and Lydia Shapiro were good friends and would take turns watching our three boys while they were growing up. The thing that always struck me about Lyle was that he was relentlessly complimentary toward me.

“You’re more handsome than my dad,” he told me when he was ten.

“Mr. Turner, have you ever thought about modeling?” he asked me when he was fourteen.

And then, a few months ago, when Bryce and Ryan brought Lyle in after a night out with friends, the teenager whispered something in my ear while my boys were changing their clothes: “You know I’d let you fuck me anytime you wanted, don’t you, Mr. Turner?”

I chalked it up to Lyle being a confused teen with overactive hormones, and didn’t take the offer seriously. But now, knowing the boy has been lusting after me, it was time to give him what he’s been waiting for. I marched downstairs with Simon in tow and went out to the patio. Vaughn was going down on my sons while Bryce and Ryan made out. Lyle watched the action on a lounger from a few feet away, jacking off while playing with his nipples.

Once Lyle saw me, he smiled and waved me over. “I think we’ve finally made it to my turn.”

“That’s right,” I replied, walking toward him. “Think you can handle me, boy?”

“Mr. Turner, I’ve been practicing for this like you wouldn’t believe,” Lyle smirked.

Simon got on his knees in front of my boys to help Vaughn take care of them. I stood in front of Lyle and stopped. His eyes wandered over my body as he held onto his engorged cock. His tongue traced across his lips.

“You’ve wanted to do this for a while, eh?” I asked.

Lyle nodded.

“Did you have any particular spot in mind?”

He did.

Five minutes later, my cock was buried to the hilt inside Lyle’s hole as I destroyed it in the bed I shared with my wife. The teen specifically asked that I fuck him on Rita’s side of the bed. Lyle’s legs hung over my shoulders as my body crashed against his. He held my face tight, and we kissed passionately during our wicked fuck session.

“Harder, baby…” Lyle cried out as he grabbed hold of my ass. “Stab me with that thick slab!”

I was working up a sweat, plundering the teenager’s tight bottom. The smell of my wife’s lotions and perfumes on the sheets only served to stimulate me. I couldn’t think straight, and I didn’t care. My marriage was long past over, and this day was the greatest gift I could have received.

Rolling onto my side, I grabbed my phone from my nightstand, set it in place, and turned on the video recorder. I wanted to have some token to remember this incredible afternoon with my boys and their friends.

“Kinky, baby,” Lyle said as I fucked him from behind. “I love making movies!”

“I figured a slut like you would,” I snarled, grabbing him hard by the face and making out while we fucked.

“Oh yeah… ride me hard, baby!” Lyle shouted, more animatedly. He wanted to make sure I had something I could watch repeatedly. “Split me in two! Ungh… fucking stuff me with that fat cock!”

After spilling multiple loads over the last few hours, I was able to last longer with Lyle. We bounced all over the bed, fucking in numerous positions and hopefully getting plenty of great shots to watch later. I couldn’t wait to make some videos with my strapping boys.

“Shit… I’m gonna cum… fuck…” I called out.

“Ungh… wait… wait… let’s feed each other,” Lyle begged.

We moved into a sixty-nine position and started sucking each other off. Not sixty seconds passed before our cocks were exploding in each other’s mouths. I gulped the teenager’s milky load as he did the same to mine.

“You’re fucking wild, baby,” Lyle said with my fat cock pressed against his face. “I hope we can fuck around some more. Just one on one, I mean.”

“Count on it, kid,” I said.

Lyle and I made out for a short while on my bed, swapping cum and tugging at each other’s boners. If I had the strength, I would have made love to him for the rest of the day. I looked at the clock. It was three p.m., and my wife would be home in about two hours. I was cutting it much closer than I was expecting.

As much as I didn’t want to leave my bed, Lyle and I got up and returned to the patio where the party had appeared to calm down. Simon and Vaughn were talking on the stairs of the pool, and my boys were lying out on the loungers. Nothing about the scene would have seemed suspicious except for the fact that everybody was bare-assed naked.

“Well, guys, you know how to treat a guy,” I said. “But I’m going to have to call it a day.”

“But, Daddy… what about our turn?” Ryan said, grabbing a bottle of lube from beside his lounger and pouring some into his hand. He started massaging his cock, slathering it with the lubricant. “It is our birthday, after all.”

“Please, Daddy,” Bryce added.

I can count the men I’ve bottomed for on a single hand, but they’ve never been guys as endowed as my sons. The others were silent as they waited for me to respond. I was inclined to say no, but Bryce and Ryan were giving me their puppy dog eyes. If this is what my boys wanted, I was going to have to give it to them. My wife hated how much I spoiled them.

I grabbed a dry towel from one of the loungers and laid it on the ground. “I assume you’re up first, Ry?”

“Sort of,” Ryan said, standing up.

“We thought we could do you from both ends, Daddy,” Bryce added.

These two were going to be the death of me. “Okay, boys. Just hurry before I change my mind.”

By the time I was on my hands and knees, Bryce and Ryan shot into place in front and behind me. Ryan’s hands spread my asscheeks wide, and he pressed the head of his cock to my asshole. Bryce grabbed my chin and wagged his dick in front of my face.

“Ready, Bryce?”

“Ready.”

That was as much warning as I got before my sons proceeded to pummel me with their weighty cocks from both ends. Applause came from the other teens as my sons practically assaulted me with their well above-average-sized cocks. My hands repeatedly shifted as I attempted to stay in place.

“Shit, Daddy,” Ryan said, moving over my body so he could whisper in my ear while he fucked me. “Feels like you’ve never had another man inside you.”

“He’s that tight?” Bryce asked.

“The tightest,” Ryan answered. “Aaaahhh… it’s taking everything to yank my cock from his asshole! How’s that mouth.”

Bryce’s hands moved around my head as he plowed my face. “The best. You were right. Dad’s been sucking guys off for years.”

“That’s so fucking hot, Daddy,” Ryan grunted. “You fuck any of our teachers? Hmmm… I’ll bet you did, Daddy!”

My son was right. Especially in the last few years, when I was expanding my sexual social circle. I fucked Mr. Brighton, Bryce’s music teacher, at the end of a Parent/Teacher night. I also fucked Mr. Carson, the coach of the football team. The muscle-bound jock was jogging through our neighborhood every morning. What was I supposed to do? Ignore him?

As hard as Ryan was banging me, it felt like Bryce was trying to puncture my throat. He was serving up a healthy dose of just desserts for the way I fucked him earlier. I could only imagine what he would do to my asshole when it was his turn to shatter my backside.

“Ride it… mmm… fucking ride it, Daddy!” Ryan shouted. “I think I’m going to burst. Fuck. Did you ever… aaaahhh picture us doing this to you, Daddy?”

“It’s probably what he planned,” Bryce chimed in, still pouncing on my face. “From the minute he planted his seed in Mom!”

“The seed that made us!” Ryan laughed. “Oooohh… oh, DADDY!!!”

Ryan grabbed me hard by the hips as a flurry of cum traveled inside me. My son’s body collapsed on top of mine as his cock remained buried in my hole. He must have expended all of his energy to screw me.

“Come on, get off,” Bryce said, pulling out of my mouth and pushing his brother away from me. “It’s my turn to give Daddy a taste of his own medicine.”

Bryce used all of his strength to push me flat on the towel before sinking his enormous rod inside my cum-dripping asshole. My son’s body lay flat on mine as he started fucking me slowly. I could tell what was coming as soon as he started speaking.

“Mmmm… this is how I prefer to be fucked,” Bryce said. “Especially when someone has a big cock like ours. What about you, Daddy?”

“That feels good, Bryce,” I answered. “Real good.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “So I don’t need to pound you like this?” Bryce immediately drove his cock in hard several times, causing me to reach out and paw my hands against the cement as though there was something to grab onto. “That’s so hard, isn’t it, Daddy? You must love getting fucked like that since it’s how you fucked me. Even while I begged you to slow down.”

“Son… I thought… AAARGH!!!”

Bryce was so much more powerful than he looked. Like a jackhammer, he was relentless in his assault on my asshole. I deserved every vicious plunge as my son paid me back for my own feverish behavior with him.

“Come on… Bryce… fuck… Bryce!”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Bryce said, slowing down. “Sometimes I don’t know my own strength.”

After that, Bryce fucked me more passionately. Kissing me on my shoulders and neck as his cock wriggled inside my anal cavity. He wasn’t easy to take, but it felt significantly better. I could get used to being fucked by my teenage sons.

“Yeah, Bryce… fuck me… fuck your Daddy,” I murmured.

“God, your asshole is so tight, Daddy,” Bryce said. “Please let me do this again. Over and over.”

“Anything for my boys,” I replied. “You know that.”

My son turned me over so we could fuck and make out under the sun while the rest of the group watched. Ryan was the first to walk over and start jacking off over his brother and me. The others followed suit.

More moans followed as the sexy teenage boys spilled one load after another onto us while Bryce fucked me. The two of us were soaked in the boys’ cum, but we stayed focused on each other. Even as Ryan and the rest of the guys knelt down to lick their jizz from our bodies, Bryce and I screwed as though nobody else was around.

“Mmmm… Daddy… fuck… I’m gonna cum!” Bryce called out, spilling another load in my asshole. I was in a daze, having a hard time wrapping my mind around what I had let myself do to my sons today. And what they did to me!

I threw common sense out the window as I let the rest of my son’s friends have a shot at my asshole. Vaughn fucked me in the pool, Simon fucked me in a lounger, and Lyle took me back to my bedroom. The twins got another shot at me on the patio when our fun was interrupted with a loud “PLOP!”

“Quentin? Boys?”

Rita had returned with the birthday cake. She wasn’t even early. We were fucking until six-fifteen in the evening when she came home and found my sons with their cocks inserted in my mouth and asshole. She was in shock, with a splattered cake at her feet, standing frozen and unsure how to respond.

The only thing to be sure of was that this was the moment our marriage had ended.

After the worst screaming match of my life, I grabbed my suitcase and left the house. Chris expected me hours earlier, but I filled him in on the details of my day, and he understood. The boner pushing through the front of his pants told me that he wanted more explicit information, but I needed to sleep for about twenty-four hours.

I unfolded the couch bed and got on top of the mattress. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing I’d ever slept on, but it would have to do until I found a new place to live.

“Thanks for bringing us with you, Daddy,” Ryan said as he came out of the restroom with his brother.

“We’re glad we can live with you from now on instead of Mom,” Bryce added.

“Well, I couldn’t leave my handsome sons behind, could I?” The boys got into bed with me, one on each side.

As it turned out, Bryce and Ryan were onto my plan after finding my suitcase in the closet and reading through my texts to Chris. The idea was to seduce me and convince me to take them wherever I was going.

Apparently, it worked.

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