COLTON:

    One Thursday evening after work, I entered my father's apartment and wondered why it felt so… different. I stood in the living room and turned around in circles until it finally hit me: the massage table was gone, making the room seem much more spacious.

    "Hey, son," my father startled me as he entered the room, dressed in nothing but a pair of tight white boxer briefs.

    "Hey. What happened to your massage table?" I asked him.

    "Funny you should ask. Remember that little taco place two blocks from here? We ate there once when you moved to Seattle," Dad said, making me wonder where this story was going.

    "Yeah, it was alright. But they closed, didn't they?"

    "Yeah, apparently the owners got sick of the weather so they're moving to New Mexico. Anyway, that space was up for lease and I decided to rent it and turn it into my massage studio," Dad said, absentmindedly adjusting his balls while talking to me.

    "Wow. I hope you're not doing it because of me being here," I said apologetically, feeling guilty for still hogging my father's spare room.

    "No, I've been toying with the idea in the past," my father reassured me. "When I saw that place available just two blocks down, it felt like a sign. It's much more professional, having a separate studio."

    "Either way, I'm still working on getting my own place, I swear," I said. "I'll be outta your hair soon, and you'll have your room back. Then you can turn it into a sex dungeon or whatever you want," I added jocularly.

    "Ha. I don't think I need another one of those," Dad winked at me, his right hand still cupping his bulge. Recognizing the confusion on my face, he continued, "You know that closet I always keep locked? Well, I might as well show you."

    I followed my father (doing my best not to stare at his amazing ass as he walked in front of me), who retrieved a key from his room and unlocked the mysterious door. Behind it, the first thing that caught my eyes was the leather sex swing hanging in the middle of the room. Even after Dad had flicked the lights open, the room was fairly dark. It was larger than a closet but still quite small, and the absence of windows made it feel dingy. My jaw dropped as I stepped into the room, my foot sinking into the soft, padded mat on the floor. It reminded me of taking karate classes as a kid – the floor in that room was padded just like this. I saw my reflection in a mirror taking up the entirety of one of the walls. The other three walls were covered in shelves occupied by various sex toys, many of which I didn't even recognize. Sure, I recognized the handcuffs and whips and phallic-shaped dildos; but then there were rods and spiky instruments that looked like bona fide torture devices.

    "Whoa. I'll be honest, I've never seen anything like this outside of porn," I remarked, looking around in astonishment.

    "Yeah, I assume not too many people have rooms like this," my father said with a proud smile. I now understood why his fees were so high: I bet certain people were willing to pay a premium for a place like this. "Anyway, that's why I've been keeping this door locked. But now that you know what I do, I guess there's no point in it," Dad said, switching off the light. He left the room and I followed him out, still feeling curious about the contents of the sex room. Dad walked away from it without locking the door, and I knew I would be venturing in it to do some snooping around as soon as I had the apartment to myself.

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    My earliest opportunity came that weekend. Dad was out at his new massage studio, getting it ready. I walked up to the playroom door and found it to be unlocked. Stepping into the room for the second time, I was now able to take the time and really take everything in. I smiled at how neat and well-organized this room was. The dildos, of which there were at least two dozen, were all ordered by size, ranging from ones smaller than my cock to ones that were monstrously large. It was almost mind-blowing to imagine that some of these could actually fit inside a person's ass. I thought of my own virgin hole and how tight it would be around even the smallest one of these toys.

    I saw various types of restraints hanging from pegs on the wall, mostly leather, though some looked to be a polished metal, and others were lined with a softer-looking padding. There were two wooden paddles that resembled ones I'd seen mounted on the walls of my old frat house, a relic of earlier times when such things had been regularly deployed onto the backsides of pledges eager to secure their place among the older brothers.

    There were some things I recognized only from porn: ball gags and various types of harnesses. I even spotted a number of items that left me genuinely confused, and I had no idea what purpose they served. I wasn't sure I was ready to ask my father about them yet, but I imagined he'd be happy to tell me if I asked. Now that this cat was out of the bag, I had the sense that my dad was glad he could be honest with me about this part of his life.

    After a few more minutes of snooping around, I noticed a small bookshelf in one of the corners. A few more toys sat on the top, but I was amused to see that the shelves held several stacks of... porn magazines. With a chuckle, I stepped closer and started to browse through this very retro library of erotica. Most of the magazines had men on the covers, though there were some straight ones as well. I even recognized some of the titles! The most notorious was of course Playboy, and I realized that this was my first time holding a print copy of it in my hands. 

    Some of these had been published before I was even born, and the men pictured on the covers and within the pages had hair and clothing styles that practically screamed out their origins from those past eras. I was able to see all the subtle variations on the classic "porn mustache" and flipping through the pictorials, I got a quick lesson on the history of body hair grooming over the past few decades. It also amused me to realize that some of the "looks" I was seeing were ones that my father had sported himself during various times in my childhood.

    Flipping through some of the gay mags, I kept seeing the name COLT. I quickly gathered that that was the name of a porn studio, and all of a sudden I felt a burning question in my chest: Was this possibly the source behind my own name?! I always knew my dad was the one who had chosen my name – could he have possibly gotten the idea from gay porn?!

    Right next to the magazines, I discovered a stash of DVDs. Unsurprisingly, they were all porn all well. I looked around the room and for the first time I spotted a TV screen hanging high on one of the walls, all the way up against the ceiling. I noticed a DVD player on a small shelf next to it, and for the first time in my life I played a DVD. I selected a random disc from Dad's collection and after some fumbling around, I figured out how to play it on the TV.

    The movie started with some cheesy porn music. The visuals were much more interesting but no less cliché. It was a leather scene, though nothing especially dark or intense. A "leather daddy" – as credited on screen – was disciplining two men who looked younger than me. I watched for a few minutes but I was more interested in exploring the rest of the room, so I just left the video going and I went to browse through the shelf of butt plugs. 

    I knew what these were, even though I'd never used one myself. As I lifted a few of the plugs up, assessing their relative weight compared to size, I wondered how it actually felt to have one of these inside your body. Most of them seemed so large that it was difficult to imagine them even fitting inside my hole, but there were several that seemed more... feasible.

    Something clicked in my brain, and I suddenly knew that today was the day I was going to find out how it felt. I'd only ever gotten head from guys before, but none of them had ever gone inside my asshole. Certainly none of the women I'd been with had expressed interest in that area. I'd allowed my fingertips to tease my hole while I jerked off, but it had always seemed almost uncomfortably tight, so much so that inserting even one finger seemed daunting. But, lucky for me, today I had access to what seemed like gallons of lube in my father's sex room. 

    There were a number of bottles with dispenser pumps lined up on one wall, next to a stack of towels. I shucked off my clothes and grabbed the smallest butt plug I could see, which at its widest was probably the thickness of about two fingers. Not too intimidating. I got some lube in my hand and slicked up the toy, and then got some more and made sure my hole was well-greased as well. 

    I was able to slide one finger inside myself as I did that, just down to the second knuckle. However, trying to insert the plug while standing up seemed awkward and the swing that hung next to me gave me an idea. It was surprisingly easy to climb into it. I lay on my back and after some adjusting, I reached around with the hand that held the plug and gently started to push it against my asshole. 

    I gasped in surprise at how quickly the end slipped inside me. The lube helped tremendously, of course. But it was much easier than I had anticipated. If it had been easier to get up from the swing, I might have even considered grabbing the next size up. "Maybe next time," I thought to myself. I felt an intense throb in my cock at the idea that this might only be my first experience inside Dad's little playroom.

    Lying in the swing, I noticed my own reflection in one of the mirrors. I'd certainly never seen myself in a position remotely like this. I felt an interesting surge of arousal, looking at my splayed legs and the toy I was holding partially embedded in my ass. Focusing my eyes on the reflection of my asshole, I pushed the plug in deeper and both saw and felt myself opening up wider to accommodate it. The thickest part of it was spreading me open now, though I was only feeling some mild discomfort. I glanced down at my cockhead and was shocked to see a fuckton of precum dripping out of the tip and pooling onto my belly. It was more than I'd even seen come out at one time. I took in a deep breath and pushed the plug one final time.

    My sphincter closed tightly again around the narrow part at the base, and I had the whole thing inside me. I could feel the end of it rubbing against... something. In my mind I knew that it was my prostate, but every other part of my body made it seem like I'd pressed some magic pleasure button. I moaned loudly and I felt another glob of prejizz spill out of my cock. I started jerking myself slowly, using some of the lube on my hands. It felt incredible and I knew that if I started going faster I'd cum before I was ready, so I took my time and relaxed into the whole experience.

    All my senses suddenly seemed turned up. I was able to see the TV screen up on the wall. The video in which the three men were now fucking just got me even more worked up, and somehow the music seemed less cheesy and more arousing than before. The noises the three men were making were now very loud, making me wish I had a remote to turn down the volume a bit. I could smell the lube, along with the leather material of the swing suspending me in the air. The feeling of weightlessness allowed my muscles to fully relax and I clearly understood why somebody might want to be in one of these while getting fucked.

    In a way, that's what I was doing right now: I was getting fucked. Granted, it was only a toy rather than a real dick, but it was the first time I was feeling anything so deep inside of me. The fact that this toy belonged to my father (Had he ever used it on himself?!) made this whole thing even hotter.

    I decided to go for it and started jerking my cock fast. That pre-orgasmic feeling was both familiar and new, since it was my first time experiencing it with anything in my ass. Breathing fast and moaning softly, I went over the edge and began spraying cum all over my chest and stomach, as I instinctively moved the plug around inside myself just a little as my hole clenched down tightly onto it.

    Suddenly… there was more light in the room, and I opened my eyes to see my father standing in the doorway, a stunned expression on his face. The noise from the TV was so loud that I hadn't heard him walk into the apartment. Now, I found myself looking right into his eyes and that made my ongoing orgasm even more intense. I couldn't do anything besides continue jerking my cock and riding the waves of pleasure rippling through my body, staring right into my father's eyes the whole time as I shot out a few more wads of cum. 

    Dad just stood there watching until I was done. It seemed like an eternity but it was probably only a few seconds between when he opened the door and when I finally let out a long breath and started to recover from the heights of my climax. My ass muscles squeezed again and the butt plug slid out of me so rapidly that it projected like a missile and landed at my dad's feet. The sensation of emptiness and openness was something totally new to me, and I shivered a little as I saw my Dad's eyes glance down at my gaping hole.

    His eyes came back up to meet mine, while a soft expression and a slight smirk crept onto his face. 

    "Just clean up after yourself," he said calmly and left the room, but not before taking another look at my freshly-used asshole, which was winking at him.​