ADRIAN:

    With every passing day, I swear my hormones only got crazier and crazier. I was in desperate need of a boyfriend or at the very least a fuck buddy; but alas, I knew that it was at least a couple of years in my future.

    There were multiple reasons for my single status. One was that, while living between London and Liverpool, I couldn't fully get settled in either city. But more importantly: I loathed the press and desperately wanted to stay off their radar. A while ago, I thought it was safe to come out. A footballer's son being gay was hardly front-page news. But now, if my famous father and I were both revealed to be gay within months of each other, I knew the journos would be all over that. And once you were on their radar, you were stuck there for life! So I decided to wait a couple of years until the dust around my dad settled down, and until I was old enough to travel on my own and maybe go someplace where no one cared about him or his family. Probably America, it seemed to be the only place in the world where no one cared about football. Plus with all the American porn I was watching I'd developed a fetish for circumcised cocks.

    Alone in my father's house one Friday, I spent the whole night watching porn and wanking. After cumming three times, I finally put my computer away and went to sleep. I awoke in the morning with yet another boner as well as a full bladder. I put some underwear on just in case I bumped into anyone, and I walked to the bathroom. Waiting for a while for my dick to go down, I finally managed to piss. When I was done, I walked around the house to make sure nobody was there. "Dad must be out at another all-night party," I concluded, even though it was already morning. 

    I drank some water and by the time I was back in my room my cock was hard again. (I swear, it's like someone was spiking the water with Viagra round here!) I pulled out my dick as well as my computer, opening it to see the video from last night still on. I wrapped my fist around my dick and went to town, wanking while watching the blond twink on screen sucking the gorgeous older top… when somebody knocked on our front door.

    "Shit!" I said, wondering what to do. I decided it was best to just ignore it, whoever it was would surely leave. But a minute later, I heard the key turning and somebody coming into the house while grunting. Was it Dad? Was he drunk? I opened my bedroom door just the tiniest bit and peeked out.

    It took a couple of minutes, but I saw two figures coming up the stars and going into my father's room. One was Dad; he seemed to be passed out. The other man was carrying him. It was Ben Turner, Dad's "boyfriend" according to the tabloids. I'd seen the two of them fucking on two separate occasions, but I still wasn't convinced if their relationship was real or just a publicity stunt, and I'd never asked my Dad flat-out about it.

    After dragging my dad into the bedroom, Ben left the door open. It was impossible for me to see all the way from my own room, but it sounded like Ben was taking Dad's clothes off. A couple of minutes later and the grunting and pulling was over. The room was completely quiet. Both of them must've fallen asleep.

    I realised that the entire time while I was peeking through the door, I'd continued wanking my hard cock. I was hoping I might get to witness another scene of Dad and Ben fucking, but apparently not today. I opened my door wider, and I stood and listened carefully. Other than the sound of my dad snoring, there was no noise. The two of them had to be asleep, otherwise I'd be able to hear something. I decided to be brave and walk closer to their room to take a look.

    I stepped softly, my bare feet making no sound. With every other step, my hand slid forwards across my shaft, stroking my dick before moving backwards again. When I got to Dad's room, I peeked in and saw that I was right: both he and Ben were passed out and naked. Probably drunk. Either way, it meant I wouldn't get caught. I stepped into the bedroom, looking at their exposed bodies and picturing Ben breeding my father's arse once again. Maybe they'd done that earlier tonight. I knew there were bars where you could do that; or maybe they'd gone to a hotel. I looked at my father's hole and realised… there was cum dripping out of it. No, not dripping: gushing.

    "Fuck!" I whispered, in awe at the view. Dad's arsehole looked positively wrecked. It looked like he'd just been fucked by the entire football team! The copious amount of cum sloshing out suggested that it was indeed more than one man that had bred my father's hole last night. I remembered what he had once told Ben: "Three guys. We had a little party," in response to how many men had fucked his arse the night before. Dad clearly enjoyed getting bred by multiple blokes in one night, and his boyfriend Ben seemed to have no problem with it.

    "Fuck," I whispered again, trying to imagine what kind of orgy my father and Ben must've just come back from. They looked beat, especially my dad. I knew there was no waking him no matter what I did. Feeling curious and horny, I continued stroking my cock with my left hand… as my right hand reached over for Dad's arsehole. 

    Slowly and gently, I placed my fingertips on his wrecked cunt. As I touched it, I felt my heartbeat racing a mile a minute. My left hand stroked harder, but my right hand barely moved. Slowly, I began drawing circles with my fingertips. The cum that was oozing out of my father's fucked arse provided some lubrication. I was touching the semen of what could easily be dozens of men! My first time making contact with another man's cum, and it was coming out of my father's arsehole.

    Looking pink and raw, Dad's arse lips began to pulsate. I was worried he might be waking up, but the rest of his body barely stirred. It was only his hole, responding to my touch, unclenching and inviting my fingers in. Even more jizz came gushing out, providing so much lube that it made me wonder… "If I slipped a finger in… Dad wouldn't even notice…"

    So I did. As fucked up as it was, I fingered my father's arsehole, churning the strangers' sperm that was in there. Some of it was potentially Ben's. I looked over at Ben's cut cock, lusting after it and tempted to lean over and take it in my mouth, but I knew that would be a step too far and would probably wake him up. Instead, I continued flicking my fingers inside Dad's arse, sliding them in past the second knuckle. This is what I imagined fingering a woman would be like, since his hole was so loose and didn't even feel like a tight arsehole anymore.

    "Fuck!" I gasped, and I bit my lower lip so I wouldn't make any more noise. An orgasm had suddenly taken over my entire body. It was unexpected, but before I knew it I was jizzing in my left hand, trying to catch my cum so it wouldn't end up on Dad's expensive carpet. I shot my load while fingering him and when I was done, I finally took my fingers out of my dad's ruined hole.

    Staring down at my cumload in my hand, I decided to do something even more fucked up. I reached for my father's arsehole once again; this time with my left hand – the one that had my cum in it! Slowly and carefully, I added my spunk to the wad spilling out of my dad's arse. Once more, I inserted my fingers in his hole, making sure my cum got in there as well. There were so many loads inside of him already, I figured he'd never notice.

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    Afterwards, I rushed to my room as fast as I could without making any noise. Feeling overexcited, I tried watching a film or listening to some music, but nothing could distract me from what just happened. There was some regret, but it was overshadowed by the horniness I felt. Even after cumming so many times, I was still hard as a rock.

    Finally, a few hours later, my dick agreed to go down. I put on some clothes and headed to the kitchen to have some cereal but as I stirred the bowl, the milk only reminded me of the stream of cum stirring inside my father's arse. Just as I tried to shake that thought off, somebody else entered the kitchen. I looked up and was shocked to see a stark-naked Ben, his hard cock pointing forward at me.

    "Hey," he said casually, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

    "Uhhh… hi," was all the response I could muster.

    "I'm Ben. Your father's boyfriend," he said. I realised then that he and I had never been formally introduced. After seeing him fuck my father twice, and reading all those articles about him in the tabloids, I felt like I'd known him for weeks.

    "I'm Adrian. My father's… son," I muttered like the idiot that I am. 

    "Nice to meet you, Adrian," Ben reached for a handshake and I almost had a heart attack. He expected us to shake hands while he was fully naked, his hard cock bobbing right in my face?!!

    "P– Pleasure," I said as I squeezed his hand. I tried looking in Ben's eyes but to no avail: my attention was diverted to his penis, currently oozing out precum just as we made skin-to-skin contact.

    "Sorry about this," Ben said, and it took me a while to understand he was talking about his state of undress. If he only knew just how interested I was in his naked body, he'd know not to apologise. "I knocked on the front door earlier and no one answered so I thought no one else was home."

    "I– I was asleep. I didn't hear the door," I lied.

    "I hope you don't mind," he said, puffing out his chest, making me wonder if he was showing off for me.

    "No– Not at all. You look great." (FUCK! Why did I say that?) "I mean, it's fine. With my dad… I basically grew up in locker rooms," I quickly added, trying to do some damage control.

    "So nothing you ain't seen yet, huh?" the American stud said, his boner still wagging right in front of my face. The temptation to open my mouth and take his dick in it was even greater than before.

    Ben announced he needed some water and he turned away from me, giving me a view of his arse and bending down to get a bottle out of the bottom shelf of the fridge. He was in no rush to get back up, providing me with enough time to stare at his exposed arsehole, which was MUCH tighter than my father's. Ben seemed to be more of a top, by the looks of it. The tightness of his arsehole only intrigued me more. As he bent over, I could see the back of his nut sack dangling between his thick thighs as well, swinging like a church bell.

    "Is– Is my Dad asleep?" I asked, trying to keep it cool and have a "casual conversation" with my father's incredibly good-looking (and naked!) boyfriend. 

    "Aha," Ben nodded, turning around and drinking his water whilst stretching. His free hand wandered off to his belly, scratching it before moving on down to Ben's neatly-trimmed pubic hair and his rock-hard cock. Then, the American model even began to press down on his dick as he stretched, giving it a few tugs in the process as well.

    Meanwhile, under the table, I was hard as a fucking rock myself. Thankfully, my erection was hidden not only by the table but also by the long T-shirt and baggy shorts I'd decided to throw on.

    "Okay, back to bed," Ben announced with a smile before going upstairs to Dad's room.

    I sat for a couple of minutes, wondering what to do next. This was my first official encounter with Ben, and it was hotter than I could've ever imagined! I knew I couldn't let it go so quickly. I stood up and did my best to tuck my boner so it wasn't obvious through my clothes. Then, I headed up to Dad's room, looking for any excuse to talk to Ben some more.

    "Would– Would you like something to eat?" I asked as I went inside the bedroom in which my father was still sleeping. Ben was lying next to him in bed, still naked and still hard as steel. When he saw me come in, he spread his legs even further apart, and by this point I was fairly certain that he was in fact showing off. After all, he didn't even make an effort to reach for the cover and pull it up over himself.

    "No, I don't think I can eat anything, but thanks," he flashed his pearly-white smile.

    "The– The newspapers are saying you and Dad are getting married," I continued like a child needy for attention. Ben and I talked about his relationship with my father for a while, before he surprised me by asking me,

    "Do you have a boyfriend?"

    I was taken aback more than I probably should. After all, I'd come out to my dad, and he'd probably shared that info with Ben. Still, none of dad's ex-"girlfriends" ever showed any interest in me, so I was surprised to hear Ben knew about my sexuality.

    "N– No," I admitted.

    "Your father told me you were into guys," Ben explained. 

    "Y– Yeah, but I don't have a boyfriend," I revealed. 

    "Would you like to have one?" Ben asked while scratching his balls and stroking his cock some more in plain sight.

    "Yeah!" I said, holding back from adding "And that could be YOU!" Instead I said, "I'd love to finally be with a guy." It sounded right because there was just a hint of sexiness to it, and I realised I was eager to stir the conversation in that direction.

    "Oh, so you've never been with anyone?" Ben said. His wording was open to interpretation as well; were we talking dating, or were we talking sex? I offered a brief response.

    "Nope."

    "And what would you like to try first?" Ben continued, by now fully having a wank in front of me. There was no more vagueness: we were clearly talking about sex. I stared at my dad's boyfriend's cut cock – its head sleek with precum and its shaft featuring a visible circumcision scar – and I said,

    "I'd… I'd love to try sucking a cock,"

    My heart was beating like crazy once again, just like when my fingers first made contact with my father's arsehole earlier. The horny cat was out of the bag; what would Ben say now?!

    "Well, why don't you come here and suck on this cock?"

    Fuck.​