I was in a great mood for the next few days. My girlfriend Ann noticed and kept pestering me to figure out what was going on—like me being happy was such a surprise to her or something—but I put her off with the usual vague crap. After having a taste of Leigh's smoking hot body, I wasn't too concerned about what Ann thought. I figured my time with her was gonna be wrapping up pretty soon. Between Leigh's pussy and Jay's mouth and ass, what did I need Ann for?
While I was enjoying the glow of those days, I spent some time figuring out where I was gonna take things next. It didn't even cross my mind to stop. I had turned Jay into a whore and then into my own personal woman. I'd fucked his girlfriend in front of him—and degraded him by fucking him in front of her—and he was gonna let me do it as much as she wanted, and I was pretty damn sure that was gonna be a lot. Fuck, he'd even agreed to let me knock her up!
I wondered if there was anything the bitch wouldn't do. I had to see how low I could make him go.
He kept me up-to-date like he promised. Things played out like I expected: Leigh felt guilty at first, but he praised her endlessly and assured her that he wanted a life with her more than anything, and that he WANTED his good friend Rick (that's me) to be there for her to give her what he couldn't. He even talked her out of getting on the pill with some strong hints that was going to pop the question soon.
With a little coaching from me, he did it that weekend. He took her to an amazing restaurant in Columbus and presented her with a huge diamond in front of everyone. Then he took her for drinks and dancing. Then they went back to one of the best hotels in the city for a romantic night. When he had her going for a while with his tongue, he told her that he wanted this special night to be complete for her... and I came in from another room in the suite and fucked her.
The idea that I had Jay's fiancé on the very night he proposed was awesome. It was a long night, and I dropped three separate loads into her unprotected pussy while she moaned and begged for more of my dick. Jay didn't even get on the bed while I used her. He sat in a chair watching us, flushed and panting the whole time. When I couldn't squeeze out another drop of cum, I let him suck the slime off of my dick in front of her and then I went back to the other room and crashed.
The very next day I sent him an email from the secret account that I'd used to whore him out: "GET READY FOR ANOTHER ROUND"
He protested that he couldn't do it again—he had a man and that was the only guy he wanted. I thought it was funny that he didn't mention he was engaged to a woman.
I sent him some great still pics of his own dad fucking him, plus a short video I'd put together of that fuck, where you could plainly see and hear Coach plowing him, praising his hot ass and then blowing his nut into Jay's ass. I added a note: "IS IT THIS MAN? LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON... I BET HE'D LIKE THIS VIDEO."
Jay caved in a heartbeat and said he'd do it.
That evening I called Jay. "Hey bud... just wanted to let you know that I got that email you sent out looking for customers this weekend. You know I don't mind you doing what you need to do, but I thought you and I weren't gonna be just business anymore." I managed to sound a little hurt.
He spilled everything, not knowing it was me behind it all. He told me how somebody had video of him and was making him whore himself out. Told me that he didn't get any of the money. Told me he wasn't the one who put up the ad the first time around or sent out the email this time.
He somehow forgot to mention that one of his customers had been his dad though.
I think I did a pretty credible job of acting pissed off for him. I told him to tell me who this guy was so I could kick his ass. When he admitted he didn't know, I stewed on that for a bit... "Fine. Here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna go ahead and do it, and I'm gonna reply to this dude's email and tell him I'm in for another round. When I get there, I'm gonna put a stop to this."
Me stepping up to defend him put another hook into Jay and made him want to be my woman that much more. He was practically cooing his gratitude on the phone and telling me how much he loved me. It was great.
But I didn't really want to stop whoring Jay out—I just wanted to change the way I did it. "Now, there's no way for me to know when he'll slot me in, so you'll probably have to take some customers before I get there. You just go along with it and have fun and do what you like to do. When I get there, I'll take care of this guy."
His voice was barely audible. "But... I don't really want to be with other guys anymore."
I laughed but tried to make it sound loving. "Oh, baby. It makes me hot to hear my woman say that to me. But listen—I WANT you to be with other guys. And I fucking LOVE it when they have to pay for it."
"But why?" I could hear his confusion. He didn't know how to feel about that.
"Because I've got you for real and they just get your ass. It makes me proud that I have you in a way that nobody else can have you. Plus... well... I need you to be a woman for me, right? The more men use you, the more I see you as a woman, and that's the way it has to be for a real man like me to want you. Plus, come on—I know you like taking cock, right? Why stop doing something you like?" I switched to a tough growl. "You just need to do it for yourself and not for that prick."
It took him a while to process that. I'm not exactly sure which part of that crap did the job, but some combination of it worked. He hung up happy that I was gonna take care of his problem and convinced that I really would care more for him if he was a whore for other guys.
That weekend, I set everything up just like before, except that I went ahead and put in the ropes and Velcro cuffs the black guy had left behind last time. I emailed the old customers and got some of them back and had a few new ones lined up too. I was watching on video again when Jay came into the prepared room, and his whole attitude was different this time. There was no hesitation as he stripped down, pulled the hood on and stretched out on the bed to wait. He even smiled.
By total coincidence (not), the very first customer I had lined up for him was his dad. The difference this time was that I'd offered him a double time-slot for the same price. Coach had jumped at the chance to have another crack at that `fine piece of ass.' You already know how Coach fucks, so I won't repeat the details—It was pretty obvious right from the get-go that Jay recognized his dad's voice, so he never said an intelligible word. He made his enthusiasm known, though, clutching his dad and moaning, groaning squealing and panting the whole way through the extra-long fuck session.
Coach dumped two loads into Jay, still not knowing it was his own son.
The rest of the night went by according to plan. Six more random dudes loaded Jay up and paid me a hundred bucks each for the privilege. The same black guy came back and beat welts into Jay's ass with his belt again before he fucked him. This time he didn't tie him up to do it, but just made him bend over the bed while crack after crack of the belt rang in the room. Jay took it like a good whore.
Finally it was my turn. Since Jay didn't know his handler was in the next room, I didn't even have to make a big production of having a fight. I took my time packing away my laptop and everything and then wandered over to Jay's room about 15 minutes after my supposed time-slot. Since he didn't know when I was due, he was still face-down on the bed with the hood on.
"Hey baby, it's me."
He sat up quickly and yanked the hood off. I almost laughed at the concern on his face.
"Oh, thank god. Are you OK?" He jumped up and hugged me tightly before looking me up and down for bruises or cuts.
I nuzzled his neck and gave him a soft kiss. "I'm fine, baby. No worries at all. He was just some piss-ant that you blew that caught it on camera and wanted to take advantage of you. I kicked his ass." Then I looked around the room. "Oh, he fessed up that he has cameras in here too. I got his computer, though, so he doesn't have the video anymore."
I made a show of going around the room, pulling cameras and mics out from their hiding places. Then I winked at him with a grin. "Could be fun for us to watch later, though, right? I can finally see you in action. That'll be hot."
He froze and his face flooded with his trademark blush. He looked down.
"What? What's wrong?" I said, all innocent concern.
He sounded like he was being strangled when he forced out the words. "Rick... Rick, one of the guys... one of the guys was my dad."
I should be an actor. I looked at him like I was confused and then like I was stunned as what he said sank in. Then I let my eyes brighten and I pulled him into a fierce hug. "Holy fuck, Jay," I growled into his ear, "that's the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life!"
"What? But—"
I cut him off with a deep, passionate kiss. "Oh my god, I want you so bad right now!" It's true that I was hard as a rock, but it had nothing to do with feelings for Jay and everything to do with how humiliated he was feeling and how I intended to take that to the next level. He was already naked, so I shoved him lightly back onto the bed and started ripping off my own clothes.
I crawled on top of him while a mix of pleasure and confusion played across his face, and ground my rock-hard dick into his semi-plumped jockstrap like it was a pillow. "Tell me," I growled again. "Tell me how your dad used you. You liked it, didn't you?"
It was hard to believe he could blush deeper, but he managed it. Finally he nodded around a moan while I was tonguing the hollow of his neck. "Yeah... Yeah, I did." I worked Jay over long and slow, and probably raised his body temperature about a hundred degrees while I coaxed him into talking. He told me everything I already knew, but I enthused about every revelation. Finally, I rewarded him by making him my woman again.
He raised his legs high and wide, offering me unresisting access to himself and I took him with a long, gentle long-dicking that went on and on and on until his cum oozed out into his jockstrap. I wanted to put another hook in him, so when his wet ass clamped down on me, I let go and blasted my load into his guts.
When I rolled off of him, panting, I didn't wait—I stroked his face gently. "Oh, Jesus, Jay. That was amazing. You're amazing. You're the perfect woman for me. That video will be hot as fuck, but I can't wait to see you taking your dad up your ass for real."
His sheer joy shaded into confusion and a little alarm. "For real? You mean... do it again? With you watching?"
I swept him up in my arms, grinning excitedly. "Hell yes! I can't wait!"
"But... that's not right, is it? I mean, my own dad?"
"Sure it is. Why not? You're both grown-ups, and it's not like he's gonna get you pregnant and give you a mutant baby. He's just another man who likes your ass, right? And apparently he REALLY likes your ass since he came back for it. He's nutted you—what—three times already? And you already said how much you liked it."
"Well, yeah... it was hot. I guess because it's so dirty. But there's no way he'd do it if he knew it was me. Let alone let you watch."
I pretended to be thoughtful, although of course I'd already been thinking about it for a few days. "Hmm... it is tricky, but I bet we can work it out. Let me think about it. Maybe we can do something with that stuff I took from the prick that was whoring you out."
A few days later, Jay called me up to say he was gonna have to go to New York on business for a few days. I told him to have a good time and chided him a little: "New York is a big place, Jay. I expect you to come back with some stories, you know? Make me hot with how many guys have enjoyed my woman. And make `em pay for it—that'll be hot!" I pretended not to notice his embarrassment. "Oh, and don't worry about Leigh. I'll take care of her while you're gone. Just tell her you asked me to come by—I'll make sure to get there before you leave just so she knows it's OK."
He said OK. He'd pretty much lost all ability to argue with me, which was exactly the way I liked it. I showed up at their door five minutes before he had to leave to get on a plane. It was the middle of the afternoon and none of us had had any alcohol, so there couldn't be any illusions about what was happening. They were both blushing when I shook his hand and kissed her on the cheek, but her flush had more to it than embarrassment as I casually slid my arm around her waist and wished him good luck with his business.
I don't want you to think I was in her pussy five minutes after he was gone. I could have done that, but that might have made her have regrets later. No, I treated her like a lady and took her to dinner that evening with the money I'd made whoring Jay out. I talked about him openly and warmly and acted like nothing but a friend when she and I were out in public. Back at her place after dinner, we sat on the couch together with my arm around her, watched a movie, and then chatted with Jay on the phone about his flight.
THEN I took her to bed and enjoyed her body for hours. I put two loads a day in her every day he was gone and she never showed any sign of getting tired of my cock or my company. She'd been doing without for a long time. When Jay got home, I kissed her on the cheek, gave him a bro-hug and started to head out.
Jay looked at me with a pensive frown. "Do you have to leave so soon?"
"Well, no. I just didn't want to intrude..." I gestured at Leigh.
He shook his head. "You're not intruding. I want you here. We both do." He put his arm around Leigh. "In fact, we were trading messages while I was gone and we've come to a decision." He took a deep breath. "We don't want you to leave at all. Will you consider moving in with us?"
I was genuinely blown away. I'd intended to get a lot out of mileage out of these two, but I'd never even thought about moving in with them. If I had thought about it, I'd have thought it would take me months to get them to that point.
They took my surprised silence as reluctance. Leigh jumped in and put her soft hand on my arm. "We mean it Rick. We've got another bedroom that you can have. We don't expect you to have to—you know—be with us every night or anything. And of course you wouldn't be tied to us. I mean, I know you'll want to have dates over and things."
Jay nodded. "And I know there'll be times when Leigh needs you. Just you, I mean. Without me. When she needs that, I'll spend the night in the other bedroom." He glanced down at the floor. "In fact, to show you I'm serious, I'll spend tonight in the other bedroom if you want."
I stepped in and hugged them both to me. "I'll go get my things."
Now, I don't want you to think that I was suddenly full of emotion for these two. That ain't me. But they handed me a chance to move up to a better living arrangement, replace my good-enough girlfriend with Leigh's smoking hot body, and put me in a position to keep breaking Jay down. I wasn't gonna pass all that up. Jay spent that night in the other bedroom craving my dick while I took his bed and filled his girlfriend up with more cock and cum.
I caught Jay alone the next day and rewarded him for his suggestion with a long make-out session that left him moaning and even hornier. "I'm so proud of you," I murmured softly in his ear while I licked and sucked on it. "You've made me so happy. You're the woman I always wanted, and you're taking care of me and Leigh by making sure we get what we need too." I pulled my dick out and let him suck it hard and give it a good coating of spit, but I didn't let him get me off and I didn't fuck him because I wanted to keep him horny.
When I pulled him back on his feet I squeezed his ass-cheeks and switched to a casual-fun tone. "Soo... what's the report on New York? How many men got to try this beautiful ass and go home praying for another shot at it?"
He blushed and pulled a thick envelope out of a bag and handed it to me. "I made an ad like that other guy did and figured out I could charge three-hundred an hour."
I flipped through the envelope. "Jesus Christ, Jay! There's almost five-thousand dollars in here! Did you get any sleep?"
He grinned at how impressed I was. "Not much. A good chunk of that came from one guy, though. He was another sales exec at the conference. Once he found out about me, he kind of... wanted me to himself the last couple nights."
I let my eyes brighten and I kissed him passionately and ground my crotch against him. "Fuck, I love you Jay." Then I shoved the envelope in my pocket. "I'm think I'm gonna start putting your whoring money in a separate account. It'll be fucking hot to look at the total and know that every dollar came from another man using your sweet ass to make himself happy.
"And when it gets big enough we can find something special to do with it." I winked, but what I was really thinking was that I'd have that money if things eventually fell apart for me with them. "Oh, and speaking of whoring, I think I've figured out how we're gonna get your dad to load up your ass even when he knows it's you." I refused to tell Jay any more, other than that I was gonna use the stuff I took from `the guy who was using him before' and he should expect another busy night in that motel room.
That Saturday, we went to the motel together. It was strangely fun to have his help in setting up the cameras and the mics. He even made a couple of good suggestions to get some better angles, and he tied the ropes for the cuffs to the bed himself. Finally he looked around. "That's it. Where's the hood?"
"No hood this time. I made a special offer to the old customers—told them that since you had some experience with them you're gonna let them see your face if they want, but they get to stay anonymous if they want." I grinned and patted a cardboard box I'd put by the door. "This has masks in it. You're gonna lay on the bed with just a towel laying over your face. The guys will come in and put on a mask and then pull the towel off and do whatever they want with you."
He nodded, eyes wide. "That's simple. And Dad is coming?"
I squeezed his ass hard and kissed him with a leer. "Fuck yeah. And cumming and cumming. He asked for a double time-slot. Just remember—I'm sure you'll know him even with the mask on, but you have to act like you don't know it's him or you might freak him out. You gotta be a whore for your dad. Just remember how good it felt when he used you before and go with it."
This time, I'd deliberately scheduled Coach as the last customer because I wanted Jay to anticipate. Plus I wanted him to already be fucked silly by the time his dad saw him.
I got to my position in the next room to watch the video feeds and Jay got on the bed and draped a folded towel over his face. I could see his fists clenching and unclenching with nerves.
The black guy was first in line. He didn't bother with a mask, and just marched in and yanked the towel off Jay. The next thing he yanked off was his own belt. "Bend over the edge of the bed, boy. I'm gonna beat your ass good." Jay did as he was told, and the guy stepped up onto the bed and then—still wearing his running shoes—put his left foot on the back of Jay's neck.
"I got a ticket this week from a punk white cop that looks just like you." He lashed his belt down across Jay's right ass-cheek, raising a welt. The crack was like a gun-shot and instantly followed by Jay's sharp cry. "You fuckers think you're hot shit, but you ain't nuthin'." He lashed his belt across Jay's left ass- cheek. "You ain't real men at all." Crack. "You all fuckin' need to have a real man show you your place." Crack.
When he finished laying red stripes across Jay's worked-out muscle ass, he jumped down from the bed, dropped his pants, grabbed a fist-full of Jay's hair to yank his head back, and raped him. Damn, I liked this guy. I'd have let him abuse Jay for free, but why do that when I could do it for money?
Of course it wasn't technically rape, and Jay just lay there taking it, yelling and whimpering in pain, but it sure as hell would have been painful to watch if it was anybody but Jay on the receiving end of it. After the guy pumped him full of cum and stalked out, Jay just lay there panting and sweating. It took him a while in the bathroom to recover, but he was back on the bed with the towel over his face before the next guy came in.
The next four guys were nothing special, but I have to say that Jay did a great job of making them feel like they were. They all loved being able to see his face, and he enthusiastically took every one of them and made them feel great. He was really getting professional at this—I was definitely going to have to raise his rates, at least for new customers. A couple of them used masks and a couple didn't. It crossed my mind to wonder what would happen if Jay's dad didn't wear a mask, but I figured that wasn't likely since he was still the high school football coach.
Finally the big moment came.
Coach stepped in the door and looked at Jay on the bed with his covered face. He pulled a mask out of the box, snapped it over his face and walked to the foot of the bed. "Fuck yeah, I've been looking forward to this."
I saw Jay twitch. He knew it was his dad.
Coach put his hands on Jay's legs and ran them up over his thighs, across Jay's six-pack and then over his big pecs. "You have a fucking hot body, bitch. Anybody would think you're a big stud but you're really just a bitch in heat for cock. I'm gonna give you mine all night, bitch. You're gonna have my cum so far up your ass you'll be able to taste it when you cough." Jay murmured and squirmed lightly under his dad's touch.
Coach pulled himself upright and stripped his clothes off. His big dick was already full and standing up from his swinging, hairy balls. "Let's get rid of this." He reached up and twitched the towel away from Jay's face and dropped it on the floor.
He froze. His heavy dick started a slow droop.
Jay saved the day. His eyes lit up. "God damn, it's good to finally see you. Even with the hood I could tell you were a stud, but fuck this is better!" He sat up and ran his hands through his dad's thick chest hair and down across his stomach to cup his big balls. "These look as good as they felt when they were slapping my ass!" He looked up at his dad's masked face with an expression of almost worship and then lowered his mouth to start licking and sucking at that full nut-sack.
Nothing happened for at least twenty seconds. I think Coach was paralyzed with shock. I'm not sure he was breathing. Then a long deep groan rolled out of him and his head tipped back. His thick shaft started swelling again and climbed back up to a full, throbbing stand. In fact, I think it was harder than before— the head was suddenly swollen and purple and a clear bead of pre-cum oozed out of his slit and caught the light as it trailed down.
He slowly lowered his head to look at his jock son lapping and tonguing on his balls like the happiest girl in the world. I could see just enough of his eyes through the mask to know they were wide. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out and put his hands on the sides of Jay's head, running his fingers into Jay's hair and pulling his hot mouth firmly against the very nut-sack that had spit him out into his mom's pussy.
Jay moaned like a bitch, and then it was on. Coach grabbed his stiff, drooling rod and started smacking it against his son's cheek, smearing pre-cum all the way back to Jay's ear. Jay broke away from his dad's nuts and plunged his mouth down on his swollen cock and started sucking like his life depended on it.
"Oh fucking Jesus," Coach growled. "Oh my god, you're good at that." He started fucking Jay's face, driving his big pipe further and further back into his son's throat with each stroke until his hairy balls were bouncing off of Jay's chin. Jay was practically vibrating with excitement.
Coach fucked Jay's throat for a good ten minutes. Slobber and cock-drool was pouring out of Jay's mouth and dripping off of his chin. Coach's dick was a glistening slick of juices. As he fucked Jay's face, Coach's hands gradually roamed further over his son's gym-built body, squeezing his shoulders and arms, working down his back and flanks until finally he was leaning over Jay, reaching all the way to his shapely ass to squeeze his cheeks.
"I've already fucked you." Coach rumbled it quietly, like he was talking to himself.
He grabbed Jay's chin and tilted his head up to look at his face. "You want this in your ass again?" Coach's huge cock-head was still filling his son's mouth, but Jay nodded quickly and moaned desperate assent.
He shoved Jay backward, toppling him over onto his back, then grabbed his legs and hauled him back to the edge of the bed. His eyes raked down his son's body and then he grabbed Jay's calves and lifted them in the air. He stared down at Jay's lifted, beautiful ass. "Oh god, that's pretty."
Coach bent his knees and let Jay's legs fall over his shoulders. He held his fat, slimy head against his son's exposed hole and then paused, looking up at Jay's face. "I have to have this." He sounded almost apologetic.
Jay was on fire. "Please give it to me! Fuck me! I want it so bad! I've been wanting it ever since last time!" He bucked his ass up, trying to suck his dad's cock into it.
"All right then," Coach grinned. He shifted his weight and his hugely swollen purple head pressed in on his son's ass-ring.
Jay's hole collapsed inward stretched open under the assault, and he groaned and thrashed his head. "Oh god yes! Oh god! That's so good! I want you inside me so bad!"
Coach slid in smoothly, in an easy but relentless plunge. He took his time but never stopped or let Jay adjust until his whole length was wrapped in muscle-ass and his big balls were resting softly on those cheeks. Jay threw his arms around his dad and pulled him into a tight hug, and threw his legs as far up and apart as he could to get as much cock inside himself as possible.
If I were actually into men, what came next would have been a spectacular fuck to watch. Even so, it made my cock ache to watch Coach willingly, knowingly plow his own son. Once he got started, Coach took him in every way, and every position. It was obvious that his rock-hard dick was in charge and Jay had turned into just another fuck-boy in his eyes.
Finally, after a solid 45 minutes, Jay was on his belly with his ass in the air and Coach was pile-driving him with huge strokes, pulling all the way out with a wet slurping sound and then plunging back in balls- deep over and over again. He was spewing a constant stream of growling obscenities that was matched by Jay's moans, whines and whimpers.
Suddenly Jay's back arched and he clutched at the sheets desperately. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! You're making me cum!"
"Yeah!" Coach barked at him. "Cum for me bitch! Show me how much you love this dick!"
Jay spasmed and babbled and bucked his ass up. Coach roared "OH FUCK YES! That bitch ass is milking my balls!" He flailed his hand on Jay's meaty cheek, spanking him over and over with ringing smacks and then suddenly he threw his whole weight onto Jay's back, crushing him to the bed. He whipped an arm under his fuck-boy's throat and locked him in place with a pin while his hips shifted into overdrive drilling into that ass. "I'm nutting you boy! You're fucking taking it all!"
He locked down and his balls squeezed tight. On one camera, I could see thick cum squeezing out from around the plug of his big dick.
When the shaking and shuddering stopped, they lay there for a long time without moving. I could see that Jay was glowing, but his dad was unusually still. I didn't have to see his face through the mask to guess that he was swimming in guilt now that he'd got his nut. Finally, he peeled himself off Jay and dropped the towel back over his face. He pulled his clothes on, dropped the mask back in the box, and walked out without saying a word.
Of course Jay was on the verge of tears like a little girl after the way his dad left. I had to praise him and reassure him that OF COURSE his dad was gonna have to work through some things, but that it would all be fine. He just needed to trust me to handle it. I already knew what I was gonna do next.
The next day I sent Coach an email from my regular account. No reason for secrets now, right? The cat was out of the bag. I just told him that Jay knew it was him all along, and that I was a friend of Jay's and thought I could help resolve any issues `from last night.' I promised that I really just wanted to help and suggested that we meet for drinks after work.
He was already there when I got to Planks—sitting in a corner booth away from everyone and scowling like he was looking for a fight. I ordered a drink and slid in across from him with a casual smile. "Hey Coach. I'm Rick. Don't know if you remember me, but I was on the team at the same time as Jay."
He frowned at me for a long time. Then, "You're the guy that started fighting with Jay all the time. I had to kick you off the team."
I laughed and shrugged. "Yeah. We were young and stupid. And it all started because I caught him with my girlfriend—which is pretty hard to believe now, am I right?" I winked at him with a grin.
He didn't smile. He looked like he was about to try to ram his beer-bottle through my head. "What. The fuck. Do you want?" His growl was a long, long way from the one he used when he was sexed up.
"Whoa, Coach. Whoa." I held up my hands. "Seriously, I really am just here to help. Listen..." I told him the whole story. Well, the story as Jay knew it, not the truth—that would have been stupid. Of course he knew his son was engaged, but my living with them was news and he was blown away when I told him I was fucking both Jay and his fiancé with his gung-ho approval.
When I finished, he guzzled his bear and ordered whiskey. And then another one. When he finally could speak, he wasn't as hostile but he definitely wasn't happy. "You have a pretty good setup for yourself, don't you?"
I shrugged. "Yeah, I do. But so does Jay and Leigh. Don't you get it? All three of us are happy. We like what we've got goin' on. Hell, we fucking love it."
"So what do you want from me? My blessing?"
"Hmm... I didn't think about it that way, but I guess, yeah, in a way that's exactly what I want. But for Jay, not for me."
"You seriously think I'm gonna be OK with what he's doing?"
I rolled my eyes. "Look, Coach. We both know that you were perfectly OK with what he was doing before you knew it was your son. Now you have to man up and accept that. He's your son, for Christ's sake, and the way you took off last night really hurt him. He needs to know that you're still perfectly OK with what he's doing now that you know it's him." I lowered my voice a little. "You also need to man up and accept the fact that you loved it and you really WANT him to keep doing it."
"I don't know if I can do that." He sounded like he was choking. "If it was anybody but Jay..."
"I have an idea that might help."
He looked at me with a face that you could genuinely call haunted. I could see the desperation in his eyes. He needed a way out of his little morality cage and he wanted to know what I was offering. "What?"
"You're OK with the idea of a sex business, obviously. So—just treat it like business. Let's say Jay ran a garage. You'd take your car to him wouldn't you? You know it would bother him if you took it anywhere else. And you wouldn't expect him to do the work for free, just because he's your son. At most, you might get a friends-and-family discount.
"Why not treat this the same way? Don't mix your daddy-son feelings with business. He's selling a service and it's a service you need and it's gonna hurt him if you take your business somewhere else. You're not there to be his dad. You're there to be a customer. Show him how much you love his service, not how you feel about your son. Save that stuff for birthdays and Christmas and Super Bowl Sunday."
He was quiet for a long time, but gradually his face lightened while he sat there. "You really think I should pay my son to fuck him?"
"It's a business transaction. Money is a wall, man. I don't want that wall between me and Jay, but you NEED that wall for this to work."
He actually started to crack a relieved smile. "I think... I think I can do that."
He'd already fucked his son three times. I'm sure he could still feel Jay's hot chute gripping his dick. He was probably getting stiff in his pants already. Time to strike. I smiled. "It's really not hard, is it? Now listen. We can't wait another week or two to straighten this out. Jay is gonna have a breakdown if this drags out that long."
"What should I do?"
"You need to meet him at the motel as soon as possible. Tonight, even. Play it this way..." While I told him what needed to go down, I saw him reach down once to adjust his crotch. "AND THEN... tomorrow you send him another email to invite him to dinner with you and his mom, and you show him how things can still be perfectly normal with you as his dad and him as your son."
I called Jay when I left the bar and told him he had a special request from a customer and we were going back to the motel that night. He was still pretty down and tried to beg off but I was firm and told him to put all that bullshit about his dad behind him and let it work itself out. "Plus, this one is important to me... do it for me." Of course he'd do anything for me, so he gave in and agreed.
We got to the motel and Jay immediately noticed the differences: We only rented one room. No cameras and mics. No hoods or masks. The only thing left over from his other whoring nights was the ropes with the Velcro cuffs.
I relaxed in the chair in the room and watched him pacing around nervously in his jockstrap. "What does this guy want, anyway? What's the special request?"
I shrugged and grinned. "You'll have to wait and see. He's paying double the normal rate, so you know he wants it bad."
"But what if it's something freaky?" I could see he was starting to make himself genuinely afraid.
"Come here, you." I pulled him down onto my lap and wrapped my arms around him. That shit makes him melt every time. I kissed his neck and nuzzled his ear. "Would I let anything bad happen to my woman?"
He clung to me and shook his head. "No. I know you wouldn't."
"Whatever this guy wants, he wants it bad and you're the one he wants it from. And you're so god-damn good at giving men what they want, that I know you'll make him happy. And on top of that, I'll be here the whole time."
He looked at me startled. "You'll be here? I figured you'd step out or something."
"Nope. He said he didn't care and I didn't want to miss this. And before you start worrying, don't forget I've already seen you whoring yourself out. I've watched all the videos and they make me hot as fuck." Which was true, even if it wasn't for the reasons I'd told Jay.
I pulled his face to mine and started a long, thorough make-out session, kissing him deep and tweaking his nipples to make him flush and moan.
"Oh god, Rick—" A heavy knock landed on the door.
"Come on in!" I yelled.
Coach pushed the door open and looked at Jay sitting on my lap with his arms around me.
Jay jumped off my lap and turned pale. "Dad!"
I grabbed him and pulled him back down onto my lap and put my arms around him. "No. He's not your dad tonight. He's a customer. He's the customer that liked your service so much that he paid for double the time and now he wants it again so bad that he can't wait another night."
Jay's dad pulled out his wallet, dropped two hundred-dollar bills on the nightstand and spoke in his in- charge `coach' voice. "You're the finest piece of ass to ever milk my dick, boy, but I'm not paying good money to watch you sit on somebody else's lap. Get the fuck over here and take my clothes off."
Jay hesitated.
"Now, boy."
He got up slowly and crossed to his dad. His hands were trembling as he plucked at the bottom of his dad's shirt, but he got a grip on it and pulled it over Coach's head, exposing his big hairy chest without ever meeting his eyes. He started to fumble with his dad's belt-buckle.
Coach grabbed him, pinned his arms with a fierce hug, shoved his face into Jay's neck and started biting and sucking while he growled. Jay stiffened for one second and then his head tilted back with a groan. Coach worked his mouth up across Jay's jawline and then plunged his tongue into Jay's mouth. Finally he took a breath. "God damn, you're a hot fuck-toy. My dick is the only one you get tonight. Your boyfriend over there sold you to me and I'm not letting you go. I'm gonna pump so much cum into your fine ass that it'll feel like a waterbed when you sit on it."
That's all it took. Jay set some kind of record getting his dad's shoes and pants off.
Coach took it to another level that night. Part of it was for Jay's benefit—to show him approval—but I think a bigger part of it was that coach just felt freer to do what he wanted to do. He raped Jay's throat and made him literally choke on his cock. He cuffed Jay's hands and ankles to the bed with his legs splayed wide and turned his balls into toys that he slapped back and forth (damn hard!) over and over.
The first load he fucked out of Jay made Coach cum at the same time. He roared and bit at Jay's neck and shoulders, leaving huge hickies while Jay's hot chute contracted and milked out his load. After he wrapped Jay in his arms and rested for a while, Coach got on his back. He crossed his arms behind his head and just enjoyed the site of his son bouncing up and down on his heavy cock, fucking his own ass onto it.
It was a long night, and I never left that chair. Jay came two more times and Coach came with him the last time. When they finally stopped, both of them could barely move. They were matted with sweat and looked totally fucked.
They were sitting on the edge of the bed looking dazed when I finally spoke. "So, Coach. What do you think of the product?"
It took him a second to speak. He squeezed Jay's thigh. "I've never had anyone like this guy. He's fucking amazing."
"So you're gonna want him again?"
"Oh, god yes. Fuck yes." Coach wasn't looking, but I could see that Jay's eyes were bright beside him. Coach finally got his breath. "Hell, is he available for groups?"
Jay's eyebrows shot up and even I was caught by surprise for a second. "Sure. Of course. What kind of groups?"
Coach shrugged. "I know lots of people. Sometimes maybe just a group of guys my age that like to share a tight young piece. Sometimes we've got VIPs from the colleges to entertain. Sometimes the colleges have some of their players that they want to reward on the side."
"Aren't most of those guys into ladies?"
"Yeah, but some of em like men and they need to keep it quiet. And this one—" he thumbed at his son "—he's something special cause he can't get hard. There's plenty of guys who normally only do women, but they'd totally get off on taking a buff stud with a floppy, useless dick. It'll make `em feel even cockier than they already do."
A twisted idea wormed into my head. I held out my arms. "Come here, Jay."
He came over and sat on my lap I wrapped my arms around him. His dad's cum seeped out of his ass onto my pants. It was gross, but of course I didn't let myself react. I scooped it up with my finger and slid it into Jay's mouth. "Jay is special to me, Coach. He's my woman. It makes me hot to know he's in this business, and I want him to do it because I know it's good for him, but I think if the two of us are gonna keep getting closer—" I kissed his shoulder "—it would be a good idea for me to step back from the business."
Coach frowned and Jay looked at me curiously.
"So," I went on, "I'll let you take over as his manager. You're the one man I can trust to care about him as a person and take care of him right, and still treat it like a business. You know how to use him and respect him and love what he does all at the same time."
Coach looked like I'd punched him in the head and Jay's jaw was hanging open. I scooped up another glob of cum that had dripped out of his ass and put it in his mouth as I went on. "You can set him up with all the guys you know. You can set his rates and all. The only things I ask are that the money goes into the account that we set up for him and that you—" I kissed Jay's shoulder again "—always come home and tell me everything."
That was the beginning of the new normal for our lives, when all of my scheming paid off, but not always in the ways I expected. Over time, almost all of the stories I had spun to get everyone where I wanted them either fell apart or came true so that they weren't just stories anymore.
In spite of the way he talked, it took a several more sessions of Coach fucking Jay (and paying two- hundred bucks for the privilege each time) before he completely adjusted to thinking of it as a business. I kept working on him, telling him how it would help my relationship with Jay to have someone else manage that business and finally he agreed to take it on. I had not only turned Jay into a whore and gotten his own dad to fuck him (constantly... the man turned out to be as much of a horn dog as me), I'd even gotten his dad to become his pimp.
It turns out that Coach takes business seriously. He set up "father/son time" with Jay in Columbus every single weekend, raised his normal rates to $350 an hour (for everyone except himself) and started setting up private parties around major college games where VIPs paid a lot more. The account ballooned and I heard endless stories from Jay about the football players, scouts, coaches and even a college president or two who fucked him and wanted him over and over.
Of course, I constantly praised him and told him how amazing he was and how hot it made me for him to do that. In reality, the only story that really got me hot was that one of Jay's college rivals (who had gone on to be an assistant coach at another college) showed up at one of those parties and was blown away that Jay was the whore. He promptly bought Jay for the whole following weekend and spent the entire time raping him over and over. He still does that a couple of times a year.
Leigh never found out about Jay's sex business. We all kept it "just between us men." Any time Jay had hickies or marks he couldn't hide, I grinned and confessed to getting rough with him and she loved it.
The story about me being Jay's present for Leigh... became obsolete, I guess you'd say. After I'd been fucking her long enough, the rationale for why it had started just didn't matter anymore. I started spending more nights in her bed and Jay spent more nights alone in my room. They loved each other, but not in the way a real woman and real man love each other. When she got pregnant with my baby, Jay married her as planned, because we all knew that I'm not the marrying kind and plus it would be a good idea to keep up public appearances. On their wedding night, I took Leigh to their marital bed and made love to her all night while Jay was in another room.
Jay wasn't alone that night—he got his own wedding present from his dad. They'd become so comfortable fucking that the "it's just business" story wasn't as necessary as it used to be. That was the first night that Jay's dad fucked him without paying him—he made love to him and called him his son while he took him, telling him how proud he was of him. After that, he went back to paying for the most part (I think because treating Jay like a whore was just plain fun for him), but on special occasions he would make love to his son instead of fucking the whore.
The last story to fall apart was the one about Jay being my woman. I'm not attracted to men, and I never will be, but something did grow between me and Jay. I got comfortable fucking him to manipulate him, and then as Leigh got more pregnant I started fucking him more often for ready relief (I was used to getting my nuts off every day, sometimes twice, so doing without wasn't an option). Leigh even encouraged it, for lots of reasons: It turned her on, she wasn't up to it herself, she knew I needed it, she had figured out how much Jay loved me and she wanted him to be happy, and—I think—she wanted to build the bond between the two men in her life.
It was in the later part of Leigh's pregnancy that the realization hit me like a brick. I was on my way to the other bedroom—his bedroom now—for the umpteenth evening in a row to get my relief before crawling back into bed with Leigh and I found myself standing in the hall, staring at nothing. I'd realized that I didn't actually want to crawl back into bed with Leigh on that particular night. I wanted to stay with Jay.
If you've been following my story, you know what I mean. I didn't just want relief. I didn't just need to get off. I didn't just want his hole. I wanted his enthusiasm, and the way he looked at me, and his presence. I wanted my woman. I wanted JAY.
I pushed the door to his bedroom open and stood there looking at him. He smiled expectantly and stretched back on his bed. He was already naked except for the jockstrap he always wore. I'd never seen him without it.
I shook my head and pointed to the jockstrap. "You don't have anything to hide from me. I want all of you. Take that off."
His eyes were wet with tears when I finished making love to him. I'd finally put him in his place.