I didn’t see Frank again until FJ’s party that Friday, but in that time, I couldn’t stop thinking about the hot sex we had days before. It was the main event in my jackoff sessions those past few days. His big hands all over me. His skilled mouth on my cock. His girthy cock stretching my hole. I wrung myself dry thinking of Big Frank, but at the same time, the shame of all those embarrassing things I said was starting to set in too.

Fuck my sissy hole with your fat cock, daddy?

What the hell was I thinking!

Those ridiculous words poured out of me like I was drunk.

I ain’t gonna do that again.

Even worse, the guilt of hooking up with my best friend’s dad was starting to hit.

Man, I really did it. I allowed FJ’s dad to fuck and breed my ass. In his own house.

What kinda friend was I?

FJ arrived back in town that Friday morning, and his welcome home party was in the evening. It had loud music, hot food, and lots of booze like Frank promised. They had a huge backyard and a wide in ground pool, so he invited the whole neighborhood, FJ’s buddies, and some of his own.

I couldn’t wait to see FJ again. He would only be here for a few days, so I wanted us to catch up and hang out again like old times. Maybe hook up one more time too.

But when I tried talking to him, he seemed completely different.

Now he was more of a douchebag than he ever was before. Barely speaking to me or flat out ignoring me like I was invisible. He even brought two girls with him, and the gross PDA he was doing with both of them was disgusting.

Not gonna lie, seeing him snub me with his arms around those girls made me feel like shit. I didn’t care that he was with them, but don’t ignore me.

Most of the party, I just sat at the edge of the pool. Big Frank saw what was going on and raised his eyebrow at me as if reiterating what he had told me a few weeks before about FJ.

Told ya, he’s a dog. His expression said.

I couldn’t be mad, so was I.

Despite FJ being an asshole, I was pretty distracted by Frank.

He was playing the host, walking around, drinking, while stealing glances at me throughout the party. He was wearing some loose-fitting shorts and a deep V neck T- shirt with all that sexy black chest hair spilled out from the top.

I could tell that he wasn’t wearing underwear because his meaty bulge was out on display, and it got looks from almost everyone. I had to stop myself from getting hard, remembering how big that thing felt in my hand.

In my mouth.

Deep in my ass.

He caught me staring at his crotch while he was sitting in a lawn chain and spread his legs out further so I could see it more. To thank him, I made sure to dive in the pool in front of him and get out near him too, so he could enjoy my round ass in my wet clingy swim shorts.

Of course, I wasn’t wearing underwear either, so he smiled, communicating his appreciation for it. In return he would pretend to adjust himself through his shorts only to grab his swelling cock letting me see the imprint of its thickening girth.

So we were playing that game, huh?

I climbed out of the pool in front of him, my shorts sopping wet and clinging, riding between my thighs, outlining my cock and balls, also snug between my ass cheeks. I bent over in front of him as if I was gonna dive headfirst in the pool, my shorts still riding up between my ass cheeks. I stayed bent over flexing and wiggling my ass just a little. Frank was maybe 2 feet behind me, I could feel his eyes locked on my ass.

I dove in.

When I resurfaced, his hungry stare burned into me as if saying I want your tight hole right now and I don’t care who sees.

Fuck, I wanted that too.

The twisted thought of climbing out the pool and sitting on his cock in front of the whole neighborhood was extremely tempting! Our friends and my own folks would watch on in horror and disgust as I rode Big Frank’s beefy dick fast and hard while I sneered at FJ as if saying, I can ride a cock better than any broad you’ll ever meet, ya chump.

I was getting harder and harder thinking about it, and it was now too difficult to hide, so I ran inside the house to the downstairs bathroom before anyone saw.

In the small bathroom, I peeled my shorts down, and my painfully hard cock slapped up against my stomach, long and ready to explode. I wanted to get fucked again.

I was feigning for it, slumped against the door, unconsciously stroking myself while thinking about it.

Then a stupid idea popped into my head.

I shucked my trunks off, unlocked the door then sat on the toilet seat and started masturbating, wet and fully naked.

What the hell was wrong with me! Acting like such a pervert. If someone other than Frank walked in and saw me like that, I’d die, but goddammit I kept it unlocked.

My heart was pounding, but my knuckles were soaked from my precum leaking all over them. I slowly fondled my cock, waiting for something to happen. I teased my nipples and moaned softly while calling out to Frank hoping he would materialize right there. I wanted him to come in and find me naked and bothered like this, jerking off desperately.

Then the door clicked.

My heart stopped, but I kept stroking.

It eased open, and I shook with relief when the first thing I saw was a big gold watch then the rest of Frank appeared through the door, looking surprised but very pleased with what he saw.

He grinned. “Aye, what kinda show are you putting on in here?”

“Fuck me, Big Frank.” I pleaded, officially starved for his cock. “I need it.”

He raised a pleasantly surprised eyebrow at me. “You need it? Listen to you, ain’t acting so shy anymore.” He laughed. “I only came in here cause I knew you’d be up to something, and you better chill out there, shaking your naughty ass in front of me. I gotta get back out there. Save this for later.” He turned to leave.

“No. I want it now.” I said defiantly.

He turned back around, and his eyebrow raised even higher.

“Excuse me?”

“Please…daddy?” I added sweetly.

His tipsy eyes looked torn between his watch and my lewdly displayed body, but the front of his shorts poked out readily to oblige to my request.

“After the party, I promise.” He said.

“Please, daddy?” I pleaded again as sweet as sugar, getting to my knees in front of him, and crept my hands underneath opening of his shorts feeling for his low hanging balls. I found them and gave them a nice rub.

He groaned and his big hand petted my hair. “I know what you’re doing right now. You’re trying to get back at FJ for hurting your feelings, huh?”

“Fuck FJ.” I undid the front of his shorts causing his fat red monster to spring out from its confines with a hefty bob. His body shuddered as my lips melted around the tip of his sweaty cock.

I licked and kissed and sucked and moaned like a whore, making sure to do exactly what he liked. His dick responded by hardening nicely.

“Aye, I know your feelings are hurt, and you need to vent or whatever, but….but….oh…damn Georgy- that’s nice…yeah keep doing that… tryna get me in trouble at my own party..” He growled low, and I heard him lock the door behind him. “That’s a naughty boy.”

“Big Frank,” I licked. “Fuck my hole.” I kissed. “Fuck me hard.” I sucked.

Over and over, I did what he liked, but I was too excited to keep it at a slow pace. He didn’t seem to care. His hips thrusted into my mouth until his cock was stuffing my throat, and I tried not to gag on it.

“Damn, your lips feel good. You caught on real quick.” He pulled back and squeezed a big glob of precum onto my tongue. “I didn’t have to train you how to suck much at all.”

“How many other boys have you trained like this?” I lapped up his man juices.

A devilish grin spread across his face. “Don’t worry about it.”

It turned me on to think about how many lucky boys before me had sucked and gagged on Big Frank’s giant cock, or called him daddy, or how many others had he made cry out in ecstasy after he mesmerized them with his mature cock.

He pulled out from my eager lips then went over to the cabinet and placed a jar of Vaseline on the counter. Just seeing the jar made me moan like a hungry slut.

“Turn around.” He said.

I turned and hugged the back of the toilet, spreading my legs on each side of it. My ass jutted towards him, and the sound of the greasy Vaseline slicking up his pole had me pleading for him to hurry up and stick in.

One of his large hands parted my ass cheeks while the other lubed up my anticipating hole.

“You miss my cock in your slutty little hole that much, huh?” He growled behind me then I felt his cockhead kissing against my asshole. “I’ma give it to you then.”

His wide tip pushed roughly past my tight sphincter, and I hollered as my asshole lit up! At that moment, I knew swimming was gonna be difficult for the rest of the night, and the way he gripped my shoulders told me he had no plans on being gentle either.

His thrusting started, at first easily paced with only half his shaft pistoning in, making me purr like a kitten, but in no time at all his whole cock was slamming into my throbbing asshole, hard and deep, and I was whining loud like a porn star bitch getting her cunt fucked rough.

He screwed me like he was mad at me. I couldn’t move as his body weight held me in place. One hand was gripping my shoulders while the other compressed the side of my face into the wall.

The bathroom was hot and musty with sex. I was suffocating from the smell of his sweat, mine, my ass, his musky balls, and chlorine. The sound of his balls slapping against my wet ass echoed throughout the room along with my hole making disgusting noises with every rough penetrating thrust from his daddy cock.

“Oh. Big. Frank. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me!” I snarled angrily as his cock punched unmercifully against my prostate.

“Shh. Keep it down, baby.” He said.

How the hell was I supposed to keep it down when he was massacring my poor asshole?

My cock was drooling precum all over the back of the toilet. I was already about to cum, but if I touched it, I was definitely gonna erupt.

He pushed it all in until his hips were pressing against my ass, and it felt like his cock was stirring my guts. It made me lose my breath.

“Oh God!” I shouted. “Big Frank! Fuck me! Get in there, daddy!”

“Aye,” He hissed and wrapped a hand around my mouth. “Shut your fuckin’ mouth or everyone’s gonna hear you. You want them to hear you getting used like a slut, huh?” He slowed down his thrusting but didn’t fully stop.

I nodded furiously. I did! I wanted everyone to know that Big Frank, my daddy, was in here wrecking my ass.

“I knew you were a freak this whole time.” He said.

I guess someone was near the door because he seemed to be listening out for something, and his massive hand was still squeezing my mouth shut. I wanted him to speed up again, so I pushed back against his cock, throwing my ass back again and again, making him let out stifled grunts.

The coast was clear, I guess, because he let go of my mouth but grabbed a fist full of my hair to turn my head around to him.

“That’s a bad boy, Georgy. Tryna get us caught.” He said, giving my face two playful slaps on the cheek. “That’s strike one. You play baseball, you know what three strikes mean.”

“What’ll you do?”

“Get three strikes and you’ll find out.” He threatened me with a sinister grin.

Both hands were gripping my shoulders now, and he started back his rough fucking.

I was as quiet as humanly possible, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I told him I was about to cum.

I could feel his dick twitching as his grip tightened around my hips as he got close too.

“Daddy’s gonna breed your naughty ass.” He said. “Only I’m allowed to breed you from now on, understand?”

“Dump your cum in my greedy slutty hole, daddy!” I shouted. “Please! I wanna feel it, daddy! Please!”

With a roar he shot his load in me, rocking my whole body back and forth as his hot daddy cream filled me.

It only took three strokes and my cock erupted in milky streams all over the toilet seat.

He let go of me, and I collapsed forward, my head swimming in languid orgasmic bliss.

“Oh my god..” I sighed.

When I saw what time it was, only 15 minutes had passed since he came in.

Unbelievable.

Thank you, sir.

He slowly pulled out his greasy softened cock from me, leaving me feel so empty and his semen ran down my inner thigh. He pulled me into his arms then gave the gentlest kiss. I kissed him back and got a mouth full of beard.

“You behave out there.” He told me before leaving. “And clean yourself up before you get back in my pool.”

I did what I was told then went back to the party and acted like nothing happened.

The party lasted until 2am. Everyone left drunk and happy. The skanks that were with FJ left, and he was so wasted, he couldn’t get up the stairs without my help.

I took him to his room and threw him on the bed. When I turned to leave, he grabbed my arm and pulled me down, indicating that he wanted to have sex.

So we did.

Just like old times.

I gave him head first, bobbing quickly on his semi because he was too drunk to get it fully hard, but we managed. His body was still gorgeous, and he did me doggy style. Just like old times.

I wanted to be taken over by him and the feeling of nostalgia, but as he stuck his cock in and started thrusting like a rabbit, I realized it was god awful.

Was it always this bad? So fast and stabby and inconsiderate? Was he always so cold and unvocal? Just grunts and the occasion ‘fuck yeah’. No ‘tell daddy what you want?’ No calling me a good boy?

This was boring.

I remember when I used to beg him to keep going, but now I wanted him to hurry up and finish. He did. First like always.

He rammed me hard one last time, before grabbing my hips and spasming behind me. He let loose three long blasts before slowly pulling out and collapsing beside me in a drunk sweaty heap. He was out like a light, unconcerned about my neglected throbbing cock ready for its turn to cum too. Asshole didn’t even use a condom, so I was left a mess.

I got up and threw his jersey over my naked body before creeping downstairs.

In the dim living room, the tv murmured and flickered as the channels switched from one to another. Across from the tv in his recliner, Frank sat sipping from his drinking glass.

He smirked at me.

“Damn, that was quick. I only started hearing you two-” He looked down at his watch. “10 minutes ago.”

I took the glass from his hand, and he looked surprised as I finished it off. The brandy burned so good sliding down my throat, and it warmed my chest.

“Take care of me, Big Frank.” I said and lifted the front of the jersey and my hard cock bobbed out and aimed right at his face.

He stroked his beard and bit his bottom lip, looking as if he wanted to devour my cock. His was pitching a fat tent in the front of his pajama pants, and I wanted to devour it too.

“Get over here.” He patted his lap.

I crawled onto his lap and laced my arms around his big shoulders, grinding myself like a cat against his big belly then I attacked his mouth with mine. His kisses were long and slow, but I couldn’t help but go wild when I kissed him. Our slippery tongues went deep in each other’s mouths while his hands wandered up FJ’s jersey, exposing my naked body.

He thumbed my nipples then sucked on my neck, his beard tickling my skin. I humped my ass against his bulge. Feeling how hard his fat cock was through his pants made me perk up with pride knowing that I was the cause of his arousal.

His hands reached behind me and felt up my butt.

“Aye, what I tell ya, huh?” He said, feeling my wet ass. “Didn’t I say I was the only one allowed to breed you?”

“Sorry Big Frank,” I wiggled on his erection. God, I needed it in me again so bad.

“Don’t ‘sorry Big Frank’ me.” He gripped the back of my hair. “That’s strike two.”

“But it ain’t my fault. FJ-”

“I don’t wanna hear your excuses.” He said then I yelped as I felt a stinging slap on my ass.

I didn’t know what all this 3-strikes stuff was all about, but I was curious about where 3 strikes would land me. Was he gonna be harsh like those guys in the porn? I unfortunately didn’t have much of a big imagination to assume anything extreme, but I was enjoying the benefits of being a good boy at the moment, so I was gonna behave.

“Get up and put your hands on the back of the recliner.” He commanded.

We shifted and I knelt in his big easy chair, grabbing the back of it.

He kneeled behind me and split my ass cheeks apart causing more of FJ’s cum to seep out.

“I can’t believe you already disobeyed me.” He brought his hand back and another slap scorched my ass. “Three strikes mean you’re a bad boy.” He sighed with arousal as he fingered my slippery hole. “Only good boys get daddy’s cock.” His middle finger slid in deep and pressed against my g-spot. I pushed back against it, but he pulled it out. “Am I gonna have any more problems outta you?”

“No, sir. I won’t do again.” I said, but he still gave me a few more harsh paddlings.

“Better not.” His hands squeezed my tender cheeks.

I twisted around and kissed him while grinding my ass on the front of his pajama pants then I whipped out his hard cock from the front of his pants and teased it between my ass cheeks. With little resistance, his cock sank into my sopping hole and inched in until the base was against my ass. Then he started fucking me in deep long strokes, filling me twice as much as FJ did.

I felt like such a filthy whore. My hole was still tender from the pounding he gave me earlier, and the one I just got from FJ too, but fuck it felt so good! His mature cock was burying deep in my ass, driving me wild.

“Yes, big daddy! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me!” I tried to whisper but was too riled up. I was turned all the way on by the depravity of it all. My best friend was upstairs sleeping while his dad was fucking the cum right outta me downstairs. Damn it was hot! “Will you cum in me? I want yours in me, not FJ’s.”

That brought him over. “I’m cumming.” He sped up.

He grunted hard then I felt his warm spunk fill my asshole, quickly rinsing out FJ’s with his.

My cum shot out like a water gun, staining FJ’s jersey and the back of the recliner.

When Frank finished, he pulled out and his cum poured out of my ass, and I fell against the recliner, finally relieved.

“Sorry I messed up your recliner, daddy.”

He leaned over and kissed me. “I’ll have it cleaned.”

He sat back in the chair and I got back on his lap. We made out long and slow until we were both ready to go again.

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