I walked into the house after a long day, and there he was, my dad's best friend from the gym, but everyone called him Dad because he was the one who fucked like a real daddy. Thick, veiny cock already half-hard in his shorts as he sprawled on the couch. "Get over here, boy," he growled, voice low and rough. I dropped to my knees without thinking twice. His hand grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face right into his crotch. The smell of sweat and musk hit me hard. I yanked his shorts down and that fat gay dad cock sprang free, heavy and throbbing, the head already leaking.
I wrapped my lips around it and sucked hard. No teasing, just straight to the point. His cock filled my mouth fast, stretching my jaw as I took him deeper.
He groaned and thrust up, fucking my throat like he owned it. "That's it, choke on that dad cock," he muttered, holding my head down until I gagged. Spit ran down his shaft and balls. I pulled off just long enough to lick the underside, tongue dragging over every thick vein, then swallowed him again. My own dick was rock hard in my jeans, but this was about his cock right now.
He stood up, kicked his shorts away, and bent me over the arm of the couch. One rough hand spread my ass cheeks while the other spit on his cock. "Gonna wreck this hole with my gay dad cock," he said, and slammed inside. No slow start, just one hard push that buried him balls-deep. I yelled as that thick shaft stretched me open. He didn't wait. He started pounding right away, hips slapping against my ass with every thrust. The couch creaked under us. Each stroke dragged across my prostate and made my legs shake.
"Fuck, tighter than your mom ever was," he laughed, grabbing my hips and yanking me back onto his cock. I pushed back to meet him, taking every inch. Sweat dripped down my back. He reached around and stroked my dick in time with his thrusts, rough and fast. "You love this dad cock, don't you? Say it."
"I love your gay dad cock," I gasped out between moans. He rewarded me by pounding harder, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out filling the room. He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back on the floor, and shoved my legs up to my chest. Then he was back inside, deeper than before. His balls slapped against me with every brutal thrust. I grabbed my own cock and jerked it while he fucked me like a machine.
He leaned down, mouth on my neck, biting hard enough to leave marks. "Gonna fill you up," he warned. His rhythm got ragged, cock swelling even thicker inside me. I came first, shooting ropes across my stomach while he kept driving into me. A few more savage thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he pumped load after load of hot cum deep in my ass. He stayed there, grinding slow, making sure every drop stayed inside.
When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down my crack. He wiped his softening cock on my thigh, then stood over me. "Clean it," he ordered. I licked him from base to head, tasting our mixed mess. He smirked, already getting hard again. "Round two in the shower. This gay dad cock ain't done with you yet."
We moved to the bathroom, water already running hot. He pushed me against the tiles and sank back into my cum-slick hole from behind. The water mixed with the slick sounds of him fucking me again, slower this time but still deep and dirty. His hands roamed, one pinching my nipples, the other wrapping around my throat just enough to remind me who was in charge. I came again with his cock buried inside me, then dropped to suck him clean once more. By the time we finished, my ass was sore, my throat raw, and I was already thinking about the next time that gay dad cock would wreck me.
