CHASE:

    On our second day in San Francisco, while Brad stayed at the hotel to get some work done on his laptop, Avery and I went out for lunch. It was sunny so we picked a café with outdoor seating, giving us an excellent opportunity to people-watch in the Castro.

    "Oh my God, see that man over there? He's the man that fucked me on the plane," I said to Avery shortly after we'd finished eating, pointing at a man that was walking with two other guys, approaching us.

    I waved at the man who'd bred me on the flight, wondering if he might turn away and ignore me. However, he waved back enthusiastically and started walking in our direction.

    "I'm Ridge," he introduced himself as he shook Avery's hand. "This is my husband Hank. And our boyfriend Bill."

    "A throuple. Love it," I said to the three men, all of them attractive daddies in their late 40s or early 50. "This is my friend Avery, we went to high school together. I was just telling him how 'interesting' our flight was."

    I didn't want to get more explicit than that, just in case Hank and Bill didn't know about their partner's mile-high sexcapade. As it turned out, there was no need to be coy.

    "Yes. Chase is the young man I fucked on the plane yesterday," Ridge bragged openly. "Didn't I tell you guys he was gorgeous?"

    "And his friend is adorable as well," Hank added with a wink, making Avery blush.

    "You know, we live on this block," Bill hinted. "In case you boys wanna… drop by."

    Avery and I made eye contact and smiled. We'd already paid for our food so we got up and joined the throuple on the short walk to their townhouse. Once we arrived there, our hosts beelined straight for the bedroom and I followed them, with Avery bringing up the rear.

    "You sure you good with this?" I asked my friend quietly as we stepped into the bedroom, which featured the largest bed I'd ever seen in my life.

    "Yeah, I think so. They're all so hot. What do we even do with so many men at the same time?" Avery chuckled, showing he was more giddy than nervous after all.

    "I got an idea," I said with a wink, walking across the room as the older men were already stripping down.

    There was no pretense, no small talk, just clothes hitting the floor – including my own. Avery came up right next to me, pulling his shirt over his head and letting his shorts fall to the floor. The fucker wasn't even wearing underwear. San Francisco was clearly having an effect on him. 

    A fully naked Ridge walked over to me, giving me the same sexy grin that he flashed me on the airplane before fucking me in the tiny restroom. Now, he reached out and felt up my bicep while his two partners climbed onto the bed and began making out. 

    "So, what're you guys up for?" Ridge asked Avery and me.

    "I wanna watch the three of you take turns on my friend here," I stated, taking charge. I could sense Avery's excitement at my suggestion. "Pass him around, make him your fuck toy. He'll love it."

    Avery didn't hesitate and jumped onto the bed. He got onto all fours, his smooth hole presented like an offering. The three older studs grinned at each other while checking out his ass and probably deciding who would get to go first. In the meantime, I sat in the armchair right by the bed, splaying my legs wide with my dick already half-hard.

    Ridge, Hank, and Bill made a sort of semi-circle around the bed. There was a combination of eyes flickering over Avery's naked body, lip biting, and dick stroking. Finally, Ridge made the first move, kneeling behind Avery and furling his handsome face between my friend's cheeks. My dick stirred even more, watching Ridge's tongue work to lube up Avery's hole. Avery was already moaning and writhing while the sexy daddy shoved his tongue inside of him. Ridge's hefty tool dangled between his hairy thighs, waiting patiently to fuck.

    A couple of minutes later, with a loud smack on Avery's ass, Ridge righted himself. He spat onto his shaft before lining up and slamming home! Avery gasped, his fingers tangled in the sheets, his back arched as Ridge's thick cock stretched him wide. Avery must've been getting fucked quite a bit lately if he was able to take something so big so easily, and with no lube other than some saliva and precum. I was impressed.

    Hank and Bill moved closer, sharing a kiss while wagging their boners in Avery's face. My buddy looked up at them with a smile, his eyes bulging. That's when I truly looked at Hank's equipment. Holy shit, he was a fucking beast! His dick looked almost as thick as my wrist, except it was hairier and veinier. Bill's prick was significantly thinner but also much longer. Fuck, what was that: ten, maybe eleven inches? I'd never seen anything like it outside of porn. It was positively obscene!

    Avery was licking his lips while his eyes darted from one dick to the other. He reached out, wrapping his fingers around Hank's and Bill's shafts, stroking them slowly and deliberately. While Ridge continued pounding Avery from behind, Avery leaned toward Bill first, going for the thinner of the two monster cocks. Bill's shaft slipped past Avery's lips, probably only sinking about six inches before Avery started to struggle, though his right hand kept a firm grip on Hank's girthy shaft. 

    Desperate for air, Avery released Bill's cock from his mouth, spit dripping from his lips. He barely had time to catch his breath before Hank drove his cock into my friend's mouth. Avery's jaw stretched as wide as it could, so much so that it looked painful. Still, he seemed as horny and eager to please as ever. His loud moans were barely stifled by Hank's coke-can dick. Meanwhile, my own hard-on was throbbing and leaking, stimulated by the sight of Avery being used so thoroughly.

    "You go next, Hank. Fuck my friend's ass! Fuck him good," I barked from my armchair, my hand stroking faster and my fingers getting sticky with precum.

    Ridge and Hank switched positions seamlessly. Ridge pulled out with a wet pop and made room for his husband to take his place. Avery's face tensed as Hank's thickness stretched his hole wider than anything ever before. My friend's eyes screwed shut in concentration as Hank slowly but firmly started pushing his thick tool inside him. Ridge chuckled at my friend's effort but then grabbed a small bottle from the nightstand.

    "Fuck, it's so thick! I don't… I don't think I can take it," Avery groaned.

    "Here, take some poppers," Ridge offered calmly, stroking Avery's bare back.

    Avery took the small brown vial and inhaled deep. A moment later, his body loosened enough for Hank to sink in, inch by girthy inch. Once he was fully buried inside, the top let Avery have a minute to adjust. Gradually, Avery's face relaxed, and he started rocking backward and forward. Hank worked with that same rhythm, gently thrusting his hips to meet Avery's ass.

    Getting greedy, Avery grabbed Ridge's tool and guided it toward his mouth, sucking on the same dick that was just shoved up his asshole. He took turns spit shining first Ridge's pole and then Bill's. The two of them groaned appreciatively, hardly having to move as every thrust from Hank jolted Avery forward, driving their dicks down his throat. By now, I was steadily edging myself, being careful not to cum too soon and feeling like a porn director.

    I just knew that Hank's massive girth was stretching Avery to his limits, and I'd never been prouder of him. Every thrust elicited another deep moan from my friend, but he handled it as best he could. His moans were muffled by either of the dicks he was sucking, and Avery only really got a chance to cry out when he swapped dicks with his mouth. 

    "You're up next, Big Bill," I said after a few minutes, pointing at Avery's ass and expecting the third top to take over.

    "How'd you know that was my nickname?" Bill chuckled with amusement, his eyes lighting up as he wagged his lengthy dick.

    Hank pulled out of Avery, and I got to see my friend's gaping hole before Bill got into position behind him. He took his spot between Avery's legs, rubbing his wet cockhead against Avery's sloppy pucker. Avery's face was priceless. Each hand was jerking off Hank and Ridge, but he was looking over his shoulder with lust at Bill, already anticipating what it might be like to feel that monster inside him. As Bill pushed inward, Avery's eyes went wide, his mouth parted, and a slight gasp escaped. 

    Bill pushed in slowly, inch by never-ending inch, until he was finally in all the way. Then, he hunched over Avery and hugged him tightly to his hairy chest. The pair rocked together, Bill's thrusting slow and steady at first, but gaining speed that left Avery's body quivering and shaking with every deep plunge. Bill freed one hand and pulled Avery's hair, pushing his mouth toward Hank's dick. Avery swallowed it as best he could. The slick noises from his ass mixed with a choking, gurgling sound as he tried to swallow more of Hank's length than before, his jaw protesting.

    After a few more rounds of me urging the three older hunks to swap positions taking turns with Avery's holes, Bill was the first to unload. He groaned loudly, eyes shut tight, and chest flexed as he flooded Avery's hole with his seed. He pulled out and Avery's wrecked hole was already dripping with cum. Hank was next, Avery whimpering again as his thickness stretched him wide. It only took two or three pumps before Hand added another load. Ridge was last, his face ecstatic as he felt the jizz from his two partners inside the insatiable bottom's hole. With a roar that I was glad he hadn't made on the airplane, Ridge added a final load of sperm to Avery's ass.

    As the three men got up from the bed to find towels, Avery collapsed onto the mattress. He rolled over, his hand going to his cummy hole to catch the oozing jizz. His other hand jerked himself off as he lapped up the combined cum-cocktail fresh out of his ass. Within seconds, Avery shot the biggest load I'd ever seen from him, splattering all over his chest and onto the throuple's sheets. He finally relaxed with a contented sigh, grinning like an idiot.

    "What about you?" Ridge asked, wiping sweat from his brow, his eyes on my hard cock, which hadn't cum yet.

    "I'm saving my load," I winked. "But let's swap numbers. We should link up again before we head out of town."

    I got Ridge's number, while Avery gave his digits to all three men. We quickly dressed and said our goodbyes, heading back to the hotel. Avery walked bow-legged, which was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. When we arrived at the hotel room, we found Avery's dad in his boxers, reading on the bed.

    "What took you boys so long? I thought you were just going out for lunch?" Brad asked us suspiciously.

    "Oh, we did. But your son just took three loads up his ass for dessert," I announced  proudly.

    "How the hell did you manage to do that?!" Brad laughed, setting his book down and making no move to hide his growing bulge.

    "Oh, he managed alright. And he can prove It," I continued, acting as Avery's spokesperson. "Show him, slut. Pull down your shorts."

    Avery complied willingly, shimmying his shorts down. Once they were on the floor, I realized there was a wet stain of cum on the back. No doubt that was the reason why multiple guys wolf-whistled at us while we were walking in the Castro.

    My slutty friend turned around and spread his cheeks, showing his puffy, well-fucked hole to his father. Avery walked backward, getting closer to Brad so he could have a better look. Brad held his breath, tentatively reaching forward to finger his son's wet, used hole.

    "Now it's my turn," I announced, hauling Avery onto the bed.

    I stripped fast, pushing down on Avery's back and spreading his legs with my knees. I smirked at Brad who was watching completely transfixed, as I slid my dick inside Avery. It had never really gone down; even during the walk here I was sporting a semi. Now, I was hard as a rock, and Avery's hole was so slick with cum, I felt zero resistance. I started fucking him hard, acknowledging the fact that he was a hungry hole meant to be bred.

    "Your son is such a slut. You should've seen him at those guys' house," I told Brad, pounding deep. "Three handsome daddies all older than you. They lined up to wreck his hole, one at a time. All of 'em hung. He was practically begging for it."

    "Fuck," Brad mumbled, whipping his own boner out from his underwear and starting to jerk off.

    "But he loves it. Don't you, slut?" I yanked Avery's hair, forcing his gaze to Brad. "Look your father in the eye and tell him how much you love taking dick."

    "I love taking dick, Daddy," Avery moaned, voice breaking with every thrust. "I've been fucked by so many guys since I've moved here."

    "Tell him how many," I demanded, slamming harder and making the mattress groan under us.

    "I've lost count. At least thirty or forty."

    Brad's face twisted with shock. Avery had only been in San Francisco a couple of months, and apparently he'd been turning tricks like it was his full-time gig. It was genuinely impressive how he managed to do that and still ace all his classes. I was getting so horny fucking him with all the jizz still inside him, plus seeing his own dad get so turned on. Already on edge from watching the throuple run a train on Avery, my own orgasm came fast and hard. With a final, brutal thrust, I pumped a fourth load into his greedy hole. Panting, I pulled out and admired my load mixed with all the others, dribbling out of Avery's stretched out asshole.

    "Your turn," I said to Brad, nodding toward Avery's wrecked hole. "It's time you fucked your son's slutty ass."

 

to be continued…

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• Ridge, Hank & Bill are recurring characters in Dating Father and Son