toomuchkryptonite: “Well, ok then. I think you’re ready for competition.” I said a

toomuchkryptonite: “Well, ok then. I think you’re ready for competition.” I said as Dad came out of his photo shoot, shirtless. “I think so too. I’m going to destroy those geezers up there.” Dad said as he flexed his pecs, bouncing them up and down.  I rolled my eyes as he pulled on the skin tight Under Armor t-shirt. “Fuck yeah you will. They’re not even in the same league as you, dad.” Dad grabbed his cell and began scrolling through texts. “The boys should be here by now. Probably checking in to their rooms.” “It was good we got here last night. I couldn’t imagine getting here today and then having to compete tonight.” We stepped into the empty elevator to go back to our room. “Probably already drunk.” I said laughing.  “Probably already hooking up.” He said rolling his eyes. “It’s cool your workout buds flew in to see you compete though. They support you.” “Fuck that!” Dad said. “They’re here to get away from wives and girlfriends and hook up. What better place to fuck around with dudes than at a fitness competition. I bet you at least one of them is either fucking the shit out of some muscle boy or getting their big butt fucked my some other muscle-bound closet case. Their Grinders are probably lit up like a christmas tree.” I looked at him with a look of skepticism. “Really? Are you serious?” “What?” He tried to sound innocent. Dad is anything but innocent.  “Don’t play that with me. You were here 30 minutes last night, disappeared to the hotel gym and you brought not one but two dudes back to the room. Two dudes not much older than me I might add.” We exited the elevator and dad took his key card out and swiped the lock on our room just a few feet away from the elevator.  “What the fuck are you complaining about? I didn’t hear you bitching when you were balls deep in that hunky little high school jock. I hope his speedo doesn’t leak from all the loads you dumped in him last night. His first competition and he gets nailed within minutes of arriving at the hotel.” Dad shut the door behind us and locked it. I sat down on the bed. Leaned back and stared at my beautiful father. “When are we ever going to snag an older guy at these things? For once I’d like to fuck a dude who is at least 10 years older than I am.” “Am I not enough?” He asked seriously as he peeled off his t-shirt.  “Duh. That’s different. We fuck whenever we want. We hardly ever hook up with older guys though. It’s always some horny kid that thinks your a fucking god and I’m a piece of shit.” “You? Piece of shit? Jake, why do you do that? You’re hot as fuck. I wouldn’t fuck you if you weren’t. You’re just a younger version of me. You pull in plenty of dick.” “Yeah, i know but you know I like older guys.  It just makes me even hotter to be with a hot dude your age.” “I seem to remember on your 18th birthday last year you spent most of that night on your back getting your jock puss filled by an older man.” “Yeah, I remember. And thanks for pimping me out that night, asshole.” I laughed as I threw a pillow at him. “That guy was fucking hot as shit, was he not?” “Yes, but that’s beside the point.” I fell back flat on to the bed, looking up at the ceiling.  “Hey, Michael said he would only sponsor me if he could fuck you. He’s loaded. What was I supposed to do. It’s not like you weren’t slobbering over him. He didn’t know he could have fucked you without sponsoring me. Besides, he gave you a credit card, a car and takes you on trips and you get as much sex as you want with him. I don’t think you should complain.” I laughed. “You pimped out your own son to get a sponsorship. I’m a dude’s boytoy now. That’s kind of a dick move.” “Oh like you don’t love being a hot rich guy’s boytoy…Please. He said he would sponsor you too next year.” “Yeah, as long as he gets to fuck me whenever he wants.”  “ He already fucks you as much as he wants. Damn, did I raise a sissy bitcher?  “The dude is huge by the way. I couldn’t walk the next day.” “Well you seem to have gotten used to him. He says you’re a natural bottom but then I already knew that.” “He’s a machine. He fucks me for hours. I’m so exhausted I can’t even go to the gym afterwards.” “And yet, last time he fucked you, you still found the energy to get fucked that afternoon by that guy who was vacationing with his wife and kids.” Dad said as he went through his suitcase, tossing out speedos, workout clothes and tiny pairs of underwear. “You get the young ones and I get the married ones.” I slid off my workout clothes, kicked off my shoes and laid back on the bed in only my black jock. I ran my fingers over my washboard abs, feeling each peak and valley. Dad changed out of his workout clothes, admiring his naked body in the mirror. He picked up a pair of tiny red spandex briefs. His phone buzzed. He picked it up and scrolled the screen. “Ha! Told you!  Danny just sent a pic of a hot asian muscle boy bouncing on his cock. He’s such a slut.” I flexed my muscular legs, stretching out my toes, flexing my arms above my head, trying to get his attention.  Dad was texting like crazy. His phone beeped a few more times.  “Jesus christ. Tom and Dave are already done with their first hook up. Tag teamed a dude who is competing tonight.” Dad snickered.  “Hey. Muscle-daddy.” I said in a low deep whisper. Dad looked up at me. He smiled and snapped a picture of me with his phone.  “What are going to do with that picture?” I asked. “Showing the guys what I’m about to fuck.” My dick was instantly hard in my tight jock. I brought my powerful legs up to take off my jock but dad stopped me. “No. Leave it on. I’m going to fuck my hot boy in his jock.” “Yeah you are.” I rolled over on to my stomach, arched my back and pushed my bubblebutt in the air. “Fuck.” Dad took his briefs and wadded them up in one hand and lay down on top of me.  “What are those for?” I ask about the underwear. “For this.” He reached around and stuffed them into my mouth at the same time he slowly pushed his unlubed cock into my muscled ass. “MMMPPPHHH” I grunted loudly into the briefs. It was so loud I’m sure the neighboring rooms heard us. He held the briefs in place and started to rock back and forth. “See, baby boy. Daddy knows what he’s doing. I know how my hot boy likes to scream.” He growled into my ear.  Dad knows what I like and what he likes. I need a hard pounding and I got it.  As he was plowing away his phone beeped on the pillow next to us. He continued to fuck while reading the screen. He chuckled.  “We need to cut this short.” He pulled the briefs from my mouth. “Right after I cum in your ass.” He slammed forward and I could feel his cum shoot into my ass for the second time that day actually. Hence the no lube. “Why do we have to stop?”I grunted. He pulled out of me and stood up. “You have a date in about 10 minutes.” I rolled over and sat up.”Huh.” “You have a date with a friend of Michael’s.” I stood up. “Dad. No.” “Jake. Yes.” He turned and slid on his briefs. “Don’t pimp me out again.” “Jake, this guy owns a string of high-end gyms and has a workout clothing line. He may want to endorse me.” “Dad. I’m not getting fucked so you can become a fitness model. Why don’t YOU fuck him?” “Because.” Dad slid a tight polo over his head. “He wants you.” “Fuck that. I’m not doing it.” I grabbed a pair shorts thinking I would dress and leave. Dad grabbed my arm and held me in place. “You’re doing this.” Dad looked at me eye to eye.  His face was stern and his grip became tighter. “Fuck, dad! You’re fucking hurting me.” I said as I tried to pull away. “You’re doing this.” He let go of me and I sat down on the bed. I looked at him, defiance in my eyes. I couldn’t believe he was doing this. I was basically a whore for him to use in negotiating his career. “You’ll benefit from this, Jake. Michael already throws cash at you. He gives you whatever you want. If you do this, it could mean millions. Millions that you’ll share in. You’ll be set for the rest of your life. Use what you were blessed with to get ahead.” “So, I’m a hooker now?” Dad walked to the door and looked through the peep-hole. “If that’s what you want to call it. I look at it as your my cash-cow.” He sneered. “It’s no different than what you usually do, only now you’ll get paid for it.” He sneered again, looked me up and down and with a disgusted expression said, “Slut.” My jaw dropped. “What the fuck? You! You made me like this! You fucking asshole. No wonder mom left you.” He turned to me. “From the moment you started to show promise; your body filled out, how easily you pack on muscle, your handsome face, I knew I had hit the jackpot. A son who’s hot and gay. Why do you think I push you so hard in the gym. I’m building you a body that will get you ahead, like I have. Look how easy it was to use your body to get Michael to do whatever you want.  I’ve given you everything. I’ve provided for you all your life.  It’s time you start pulling your weight.”  “I… I do not believe this. You were grooming me.” “Yep, don’t get me wrong, you’re my son and I love you. But I also like fucking you and I know how other men like fucking you. Once you know how the game is played you’ll start getting into it. Use the body I built for you. Make us rich. I’m going to win this competition and get modeling contracts and supplement endorsements. You won’t regret this.” There was a knock on the door. Dad opened it and Michael walked in with his too tight polo, painted on jeans and cocky swagger. Behind him was another man about his age. Taller, dark and handsome and built like a god. He looked past dad and saw me standing by the couch in a tiny black jockstrap. “Bill, this Bryan. Bryan, this is Bill.” They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.  Bryan made a bee-line straight for me and took my hand.  “I’m Bryan. You’re Jake?” I stared up at him. Holy shit this dude was hot. The shirt couldn’t contain his amazing amount of muscle. “Yeah, I’m Jake.” He stared down at me from his 6′5 frame. “Leave.” He said as he stared into my eyes. He was talking to dad and Michael but didn’t feel the need to turn to them.  His dominance and power oozed from his pores. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” He continued to stare at me and he ran his hands over my chest and biceps. I looked at dad. Dad and Michael had shit-eating grins on their faces. Dad mouthed, “Told you.” “I guess I was wrong.” I said to dad. I looked up at Bryan again, my cock rock hard.  Dad shrugged a “dad’s always right” look and opened the door. As they were leaving, I looked up at Bryan, grabbed both his biceps with both hands and said so dad and Michael could hear… “Fuck my slut hole.”  -- source link

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