dominance My New Old Dad (Finale added 12/14/23!!!!)

[xmrr20a]

Is there any plan to continue?

[alexdog]

On 8/5/2023 at 4:00 PM, xmrr20a said:

Is there any plan to continue?

I might at some point

[elton]

39 minutes ago, alexdog said:

I might at some point

Please do continue! Love all your stories!

[RockyDragon]

This was definitely good! Great  potential 

[alexdog]

Hello everyone 

I’ve received a lot of messages asking if I can continue with this story so I’ve thought of two more parts. This first part is a little different but someone asked me if I can incorporate this specific theme. The next part will be more like the first two but I haven’t started it yet. I hope you enjoy

so without further ado…

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My New Old Dad Part 3

by Alexdog

Those first days with dad were like a dream come true. What he did with Dylan I have re-lived over and over in my head as if it were on repeat. Then he put his body on display for my enjoyment. And then that climax!!! Fuck! Who gets jerked off by a back?!  That was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Now don’t get me wrong. The next couple weeks were great as well. I really felt like I was building such a close relationship with my dad. We spent almost all day together every day. We took long walks around town, rode bikes and watched movies. I knew he wasn’t into my movies but he sat there and watched them with me just to spend quality time. He bought me a PS5, and we would play a lot. “C’mon Boomer” I’d say as I kicked his ass in almost everything we played. We had so much fun.  

 

He was everything I could’ve ever imagined. He had a better body than anyone I had ever seen, he had the attitude that you could only come up with in your imagination, and he loved me without any reservations. He especially loved when we went to the beach so I could witness the effect he had on people. He would point it out as we laid on the beach towels. “Did you see that blonde looking over here Bryan?  You think she’ll be thinking of her husband when they fuck tonight?  Or these?” As he grabbed my hand and strummed it over the ridges of his abs. I pulled back sheepishly

 

He knew I was still shy around him in regard to him being my fantasy but he tried so hard to make me comfortable by doing things like that.  He wanted me to know that he didn’t care, and I shouldn’t either.  Every night when we went to bed, he would put on a posing routine, and let me feel him until I would almost cum in my shorts. He’d tell me to pick the “muscle of the night,” and he would showcase it for almost a full hour pointing out every shred, every contour without tiring. I still felt uneasy taking out my dick and stroking it, but he understood that. He was happy with me just watching.  

 

He always wanted me to feel protected. Even when he tucked me in, he would lay on his side next to me and hold my body up against his iron frame convering me in muscle. He would ask me if I wanted him next to me with his shirt on or off and we would lie there until we both fell asleep. Boy could he sleep deeply! I never felt him move. He just held me for hours and I lay motionless in his strong grip. I never needed a blanket. 

 

The only time he moved was when it was time for him to get up. His mind was freakishly set to some internal clock. His eyes opened religiously at 4 AM. He then worked out until maybe 7 AM followed by two hours of straight cardio. When he came home, he would immediately shower in his room and cook me breakfast while I continued to sleep. He moved so quietly so as not to wake me.  The only thing that would wake me was the heavenly smell of what he cooked that morning. I’d always come down to a feast. He wasn’t lying when he told me he studied cooking amongst other things to prepare for our living together. Everything was healthy.  He never used oil or butter, yet everything tasted so good that Gordon Ramsey himself wouldn’t find a flaw. 

 

This morning, however, was a little different. He’s usually very quiet about leaving the house to run at 7 AM but I actually woke up to the door closing. I tried to fall back asleep but after an hour of tossing I just kind of gave up and got up. Although he slept in my room every night, I decided to walk over to his bedroom door. 

 

In the several weeks that I had been home, I had never been in his room. I almost had the sense that he didn’t want me to go in there. One night after he changed into a bathing suit he was coming out of the room and saw me approaching. He quickly closed the door behind him and talked to me a little nervously. It was the first time I had ever seen him like that. I kind of wanted to know what he was hiding. 

 

As soon as I opened his bedroom door I think I knew what it was. I was hit by the powerful strength of his musk. It actually made me step back a little. Dad always kept himself ivory clean, but I secretly had many raunchy thoughts of him working out hard. I pictured sweat pouring off his body in rivulets over every diamond cut contour of his body as he threw around weights that powerlifters strived for. Once I opened that door those thoughts raced through my head. Fuck I was getting so turned on thinking about it. I felt like it was all around me…seeped into the walls, the carpet, the mattress. 

 

I walked in the room and with every step it became more potent. I was brought back to my high school days changing after gym class. Peter was our school quarterback but he would change next to me after classes. He smelled so strong…so powerful. The teacher would always say things like “Damn Peter! Hit the showers!” but I loved how strong it was.  He was one of my youngest crushes, and I finished off many hard-ons imagining myself with my head in his muscular armpits stroking with one hand while the other felt up his body. I wrote a story about that while in my foster home I think. 

 

I followed my nose to his closet. When I opened that door, the scent was so strong that I felt a chill go up my spine. It was stronger and deeper than Peter. Fuck it was probably stronger than the whole damn football team after a week straight of practicing. I had to know more.  I walked over towards his hamper and I opened it up almost choking a little by the potency. It was filled to the top with his clothes from the week.  He had mentioned that he washes his clothes twice. I had thought he was just being neurotic but from the strength of what I was experiencing, I now knew why. 

 

I looked down and I actually saw a pair of sneakers that were sitting next to his hamper. I thought twice about doing it, but I couldn’t resist. I took one of the shoes, brought it up to my nose, and inhaled deeply. The smell was thick. I have sneakers that I’ve worn for years that don’t even come close to how strong this smelled, and I knew he only bought these about a week ago. At this moment I wanted nothing more than to have dad sitting on a lounge chair, watching TV after a run as I sit on the ground, servicing his masculine feet with my hands rubbing his powerful soles going up towards his calves which jetted out from his leg. His calves looked like bowling pins split from the perfectly etched definition with veins that coursed upwards towards his quads and down all the way to his individual toes. I caught myself looking at them many times as he walked about the house. Just a simple step made them look fully flexed. 

 

I felt my dick engorge in my boxers as I bit my lower lip. I found a jockstrap, still damp from yesterday’s workout. I brought it up to my nose and the scent was so strong that I felt like I could taste it in the back of my throat. “Oh fuck!” I said to myself as my hand reached into my boxers and started to stroke. Each breath I took made me feel like my face was nestled right next to his balls and taint. It was a mind trip.  I must’ve edged for quite a while because I was interrupted by a voice behind me. 

 

“Bryan! wwwwhat are you doing?“ He said as I  whipped my head around. I was so embarrassed, but it looked like he was just as nervous as I was. I think I even saw him shake a little.

 

“Uh…Nothing dad. I was just seeing if maybe I could help you with laundry.“ I said trying to cover up what I was really doing. 

 

“Bryan, please get away. You don’t have to do that. I keep these things away from you because it can get kind of…uh…overpowering“ He said looking a little embarrassed that I found this out. He always wanted to be perfect for me and it was as if he thought that this was a flaw. 

 

Then his eyes went down and saw the bulge in my pants. “Oh…“ He said realizing that I was anything but disgusted. “So…You like that?“ He said scratching the top of his head almost quizzically. He realized that the question was rhetorical though based on my dick’s reaction and almost immediately his air of embarrassment started to fade away. 

 

I didn’t know what to say, but I just trusted my gut and realized that there was nothing I could say that he would make me feel bad about. “Fuck yeah I do dad. If you would have walked in five minutes later I think I might have made a mess all over your closet!” I was clearly getting more comfortable talking to him like this. 

 

He stood there with a cocky grin on his face. He had just come back from his cardio so he was soaked head to toe. Even his hair looked almost as if he just came out of a pool. “Is that so? Well then…“ He said as he walked over to me, gently took my hand and brought me to my feet. He walked me over to a chair and sat me down. “You should have said something.  Like I said Bryan, I want to know everything that makes you happy. I will try my best to bring everything to life for you.”  He took the jock from my hand and smelled it himself before throwing it back in the closet. “That’s NOTHING son!”

 

He took a few steps backwards while still looking at me dead in the eyes. He was covered in sweat to the point where his tank looked painted on his body and his loose basketball sorts clung to his quads from the dampness.  He crossed his arms and reached for the bottom of his tank lifting it up as if he were unwrapping a present.  

 

“Look at me Bryan. I just ran two hours at full sprint just so I can get my skin paper thin for you to enjoy,” as he took his thumb and index finger and pulled at his cellophane skin laying on top of etched muscle.  Two hours at full sprint? No wonder he sweat so much. I could see he was getting into the way he looked. 

 

“Look how my body glistens Bryan. It really brings out the marble perfection don’t you think?” He said knowing he was right. The sunlight peeking through the windows hit his body causing a shimmer that would rival the gods of Olympus. Shadows cast down over his mammoth chest bringing out the deep slices of his armor abs. “I bet we can do better.” He says as he brought his arms out in front of him and squeezed his chest so hard that they inflated like iron zeppelins coursed in veins. With his one hand still holding onto his tank he brought it to his chest, grabbed it with both hands and twisted it over his massive pecs shelf wringing it over his dense muscles. Sweat poured out of it like a car shammy down onto his chest, down every row of his abs and directly into the floor. He held the tank out to his right side and with eyes that told me to “listen,” He released the tank where it fell heavily to the floor with a wet “thwop” sound. 

 

He started to strut over to me while giving me a smirk like he knew exactly what he was about to do. He grabbed his shorts at the waist line and tore through the elastic like it was tissue paper and continued to tear until the thing shredded off his body. He was standing there wearing his jock only, pushed out in front of him because it couldn’t handle all the mass of his monster cock.

 

“I look like a statue Bryan…a statue that everyone wants to admire…but I’m all yours son.“ He held his arms out parallel to the floor and slowly spun around in a circle so I could witness every inch of his carved body put on display in front of me. 

 

“Fuck dad! You look amazing.“

 

“Correction, Bryan. I look fucking flawless. Witness, son“ He locked his eyes on mine and brought his arms down in a crab pose while sticking out one leg shredding his body into disgusting definition. His pecs jut out inches from his body about a foot from my face. Beads of sweat from his shirt earlier lay on top of his massive pec shelf like dew in grass. He saw my eyes transfixed on his perfection as he then bent his neck forward so his mouth was right next to that beef. He then stuck his tongue out, and sensually swiped it across the top of his chest. He then slowly retracted his tongue and swallowed. “Delicious“ he said.

 

He could sense my uneasiness, fidgeting in the chair as my heart started to quicken, and the bulge in my pants continued to throb. “Oh my God, dad.“

 

“I like the sound of that Bryan. God dad.“ He said chuckling at his own joke. “No need to sneak into my closet son. Let me show you what you can have every day of your life.”

 

He sauntered over to me, and straddled me on the chair so he was sitting on my lap with his legs around my waist. He took my hands and guided them over his torso saying “carved” as he smirked. He brought his mouth right up to my ear. “You thought my hamper was hot, son?” As he moved his face inches in front of mine. Then using his thumb he hooked it along the top of his jock and pulled it an inch from his body. Almost immediately I was hit by an intense heat and  musk that was stronger than any gym I’d ever been in.  He closed his eyes, bit his lip, tilted his head back as he audibly inhaled through his nose. “Fuck yes!” He said knowing how I loved his self worship. 

 

His eyes went back to mine, seeing I was enjoying it. “Imagine it Bryan. Imagine what it’s like for all the pathetic people in the locker room when I get undressed after a long workout. People on the other side of the locker room even get hit by it…get turned on by it…and they don’t know what’s happening to their bodies. The most powerful smell coming from a muscle god.  The weak ones have to leave. But the others feel their dicks getting hard. Their emotions in overdrive. Some cum right in their shorts. From across the mother fucking room, Bryan. Just my presence makes them forget all about their wives…their families.“

 

My breathing was short and stuttered.  I believed him. I was getting rock hard just watching him.  I started to engorge more right under him. He had a look of confidence as he felt it. “Oh! What do we have here, son?“ He said feeling my member in between his glutes. He smiled. He truly did love the fact that what he could do sent me over the edge.

 

“I’m sorry, dad.  I can’t help it.“

 

“Don’t apologize son.  It’s just a pity you can’t get your hands to it. You know…With me sitting on you and everything.“ He said with a smirk as he slowly winked. And then that moment, he started to control the muscles in his glutes to press in against my shaft and head. Even with his legs wrapped around my waist, he was able to control his musculature with such precision. It felt like the ultimate handjob as he was going up and down my shaft and head with his glutes. My head went backwards as I let out a huge moan. 

 

“That’s it Bryan. Let my perfect glutes show you what they are capable of.  Strong enough to crush rocks to powder but able to send your cock to fucking Heaven!“ He said as he worked my shaft faster. Still holding his jock elastic out, he reached with his free hand down to his balls. When he pulled it out, his fingers were covered in a potent moisture   He brought it up to my lips and touched them. I licked my lips to taste the intense salty power. He then brought it to his mouth and sucked on his fingers right in front of me.

 

“Now I finally understand those stories that you wrote about that Peter guy.” He said smiling at me. Fuck! He read those too?!   He brought his arms up above him so that his hands were behind his head and the peaks of his biceps were almost touching his ears. He looked at each one, and then back at me. “See these globes? They’re all yours.“

 

He must have tensed his fist and twisted his wrist inwards as the biceps peaked and split next to his head into an anatomy chart of pure flawless perfection. But what he did next sent me over the edge. 

 

“Peter has nothing on me Bryan,” and with his hand still behind his head, he twisted his waist slightly so his body was askew to me, shrinking his waist to almost nonexistence. He inched his lips next to his deep muscle pit and gently blew. 

 

A warm gust of dense sweat and hard work hit my face as I could smell the manly pungent odor of his muscle pit. He kept blowing ever so softly as he worked his glutes harder and harder around my cock. 

 

“Fuck!!!!“ I yelled as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into the deep chasm of his pit giving me direct contact with that aroma. 

 

“That’s it Bryan smell my power. Feel the strength that your dad has.” He said as he encased my head in a cavern of muscle. Then with unreal control he flexed his lat from the back while rolling his chest from the front securing my head. He then let go with his hand but the pressure around my head was so intense I wasn’t going anywhere. The control was insane. “Let’s see Peter try and do that for you!”  And just like my story with Peter, I let my hands explore all over my dad’s physique tracing every contour almost cutting myself on the hardness.  I couldn’t help myself as I stuck out my tongue and started to slurp my dad’s arm pit drinking in all that muscle juice. I could hear him moan a little which actually made me happy.  He worked his glutes faster and faster over my rod and the smell was penetrating deep within my brain. He flexed even faster as he could hear my muffled moaning deep within that hot muscle cavern. Once he felt my body shiver he flexed his glutes hard. I screamed as I released rope after rope of thick cum all over the surface of his chiseled ass. He then released some tension on my dick as he slowly milked it with such precision until my body went limp. 

 

I was panting heavily as he slowly released his flex hold on my head, and i collapsed into his body. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and with his other hand he started stroking the back of my head through my hair, kissing the top of my forehead. “That’s it Bryan. Relax. Your ‘god dad’ is here to serve you,“ he said.

 

He took his hand holding my head and moved it under my ass as he slowly stood up holding my body completely off the ground as if I were weightless. He carried me over to his bed and laid me down.  “Take a little nap Bryan. I’m gonna shower and make you some breakfast. I have a plan for what we’re going to do today so you’re going to need to rest.“

 

I felt like I had just fucked for hours, but the whole thing lasted maybe 10 minutes. I saw dad walk out the door, his ass shredded like a striated fan and a back that you can show a movie off of.  I saw my load covering his glutes and lower back, dripping slightly to the floor as he walked away. Then, I drifted off to sleep.

[OldFashioned]

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[boardman]

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[alexdog]

Hey guys. I am pretty sure this is the last installment. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated

 

 My New Old Dad - Finale

 

by Alexdog
 

 

My eyes started to slowly flutter open as I heard the sound of sizzling coming from the downstairs kitchen. Then the smell of breakfast started permeating into every corner of the room. It was the best alarm clock. I felt so rested. I literally felt like I slept 10 hours straight, but it was only about a 45 minute nap. It was the deepest 45 minutes that I had slept in ages. I guess that orgasm just drained me. 

 

I walked downstairs, and dad had already showered and dressed finishing breakfast. I almost had to laugh at what he was wearing. He wore a large football jersey with basketball shorts, but his trunk like quads filled out those shorts perfectly. He wore a white frilly apron over the jersey which he took off after seeing me approaching…throwing it on the kitchen counter.

 

“I hope you enjoyed that upstairs, Bryan. I know I did,“ he said with a wink. He really did love pleasing me. “Sit down, son. I made us a lot of food.“

 

I sat down at the table and boy did he make a ton. I felt like I was at a four star restaurant with this assortment.  Everything was so healthy looking too. Turkey bacon lay in stacks after he drained all the excess oil. I saw a plate of egg white omelettes with only the freshest vegetables cooked inside, garnished with parsley and orange slices. There were whole wheat pancakes with a sugar-free syrup on the side. He had all different types of fruit cut out and arranged on a platter in almost a floral pattern. He always ate his breakfast before I came down because he liked to watch me eat. He’d always ask me questions like “is everything OK? Too salty? Is it too bland for you?“ He wanted it all flawless taking mental notes.

 

I was sipping on my orange juice that he freshly squeezed while he was drinking his coffee. “This morning was incredible dad. That definitely pushed a lot of buttons for me. I know I’m still shy when it comes to that, but I really did like it.“

 

“I know, son. Take as much time as you need. You will eventually realize that you can be completely free around me. You’ll eventually say the word and I’ll obey you son. Want me to pose while you eat? Want a massage? Or maybe…” he said as he stood up and lifted the front of the jersey showcasing his sculpted core.  “…maybe you want to eat off these?  Don’t worry. That knife and fork will barely even tickle these. They’re fucking diamond,” he said emphasizing the point by exhaling loud and shrinking his waist into shredded marble strumming his finger up and down the ridges. “Bulletproof, son.”

 

“Fuck” I said in a whisper still loving the way he talked about him himself. He chuckled when I said that, knowing all too well the effect it had on me.  He dropped his shirt and relaxed back in the chair. 

 

I finished my juice when my curiosity got the best of me. I smiled and said “OK dad, what’s with the outfit?“

 

“What? You don’t like?” He replied with a smile. “Well I’ve been doing some thinking. We really have to catch up on things we’ve missed. I mean fathers and sons always used to toss a ball around, right? Do they still do that anymore? Or is it all Facebook and Instagram and TikTok?“ I loved when he tried to act all current. It was cute. 

 

“You mean you want to play catch?“ I kind of laughed at the idea

 

“Yeah. Why not? I’ve read your journals and your stories. I know that you tried out a couple times for the football team but didn’t make it, and I think that’s probably my fault. Now granted, I’ve never really played football, but we could’ve at least tossed the ball around a little bit.  Maybe you would have had a shot on the team.“

 

It’s true. I did try out for the football team, but I had other intentions. Damn that quarterback Peter. He was hot as fuck. I don’t know if I actually wanted to play or just be on the same team as he. Dad’s effort was so sweet that it made me smile at him. “I’d like that dad.“

 

He smiled big, loving that I approved. “Great! Go get dressed. I bought a couple footballs on my way home from my run today. Maybe we can go to your old high school field. Shouldn’t be anybody there on the field right now. We could have it all to ourselves.“

 

I ran upstairs, put on some shorts and a T-shirt, and ran back. When I came downstairs, dad was holding a sack of footballs over his shoulder. “Come on son.  We can walk there.”

 

The walk was probably like a mile down the road, but we took a path through the woods so that it was a little more out-of-the-way.  He always liked spending extra quality time with me. I kind of was a bit to myself at first. This morning was insane, and the last several weeks had been just phenomenal, but I still couldn’t believe that this was really happening. I just kept thinking about it.  Dad sensed my pensive attitude as I walked with my head towards the ground and my hands in my pocket. 

 

“What’s bothering you, Bryan,” he said as he put his hand on my shoulder while keeping the pace. 

 

“I don’t know dad. I guess I just can’t believe that this is true. It’s like you have peered into my brain, dissected it, and picked out every thing that turns me on. I still am not used to it, you know? I guess I just don’t know how to fully act around you yet.  Like it could also be gone at any moment.“

 

“I get it son, but I’m not going anywhere. Never again. Bryan, I have studied you. I have read everything that you wrote. I know every fantasy, every fetish.  I even searched your Internet browser since you’ve been here. I want to be everything for you.”  I didn’t even take it as an invasion of privacy. I took it as sincerity. 

 

He stopped walking, and turned me to face him. “I want to provide for you like any father should do for his son. You will be fed. You’ll be housed. You’ll be loved. But then I’m gonna go beyond what any father could do. Look at me. I have carved my body into absolute perfection so that you don’t have any need for any Internet or stories anymore. I know the attitude you love, and I’m the cockiest guy you’ll ever meet. Can you blame me? My body looks like it’s been etched by Michelangelo himself. I have veins crisscrossing over shreds that anatomy charts are missing. I’m stronger than anyone you’ve ever met in your life, and know that I am every fucking thing that you want in this world. I want you to look to me for pleasure son. If there’s something that I don’t know about you, I want you to tell me. I don’t care what it is. I’ll make sure that your dick is hard every day. I will be sending your balls into overdrive producing loads that no fucking Internet or story can compare. Anybody that you’ve ever looked at as attractive will pale in comparison to me.”

 

He bent down and got really close to my ear and the next words came out as a strong dominant whisper so I could feel his hot breath as his cheek touched my cheek. He took my hand, put it under his shirt, and guided it over his front torso. It was like armor and he made sure I traced every curve of his body as he spoke. “I’m a fucking God Bryan. I’m a god of pure masculine power. I could walk into a church, and the priest himself would drop what he’s doing to come and worship me. He’d suck my muscle cock in front of the congregation son.  But I’m all yours. Just say the word, and whatever you want will be done.”

 

The words sent a chill up my spine, and I knew he could feel it up against him. He pulled his head back to look me in the eyes and I let out a smile. I took my hand away from his chest and abs and I said “fuck dad, you’re so damn hot.“ He smiled and tussled my hair as we restarted our walk.

 

The rest of the trip was normal compared to that. I felt more at ease, and we just talked. He was telling me how he was practicing at  Black Ops, and he was ready to kick my butt. No chance. He actually was a funny guy.  We finally reached the clearing that opened up to the back part of the school with the football field.

 

“Oh here we are. See Bryan? That wasn’t long. In fact…Oh…” his thought interrupted by what he saw on the football field. It took me a minute to register before he said, “Oops. I guess we’re not alone. Somebody is practicing his throws also. Looks like he has some sort of female friend next to him too. That’s nice.“

 

I looked in the direction, and then I had to squint my eyes to make out the face. “Peter?“ I said remembering my old high school crush.

 

“Peter? THE Peter? From your stories? From high school? Oh this is going to be fun,“ he said.

 

“Dad… What are you gonna do?“ I was nervous

 

“Nothing! Just gonna see if he wants to play a little catch with us that’s all.” And then he gave me a smirk as we started to walk towards the field.

 

It WAS Peter. He was star quarterback when we were in high school, and I had heard that when he went to college, he was second string freshman year, but once next season began he was supposed to be starting. He was sought after by so many schools. I didn’t recognize the girl standing next to him, but the way she was looking at him, you can see that they were together.

 

“Hey man. Mind if we play with you?” Dad said. Even with his large football jersey, he still looked dominating. You could see the veins going up into his neck and his forearms look like bowling pins that connected with arms that stretched out the sleeves to the tearing point.

 

Peter had to do a double take. “Sssss….shit man.“ I couldn’t blame him. My dad was a sight to behold, so that reaction was pretty common. Then he saw me. “Yo Bryan!  Is that you?“

 

“Hey Peter. It’s been a long time. This is my dad.“

 

His eyes went wide. “This dude’s your dad?“ He was incredulous.

 

“That’s right…uh…Peter is it?” He put out his hand and shook Peter’s, but it looked like he was pretty much swallowing it whole with his masculine paw.  “It’s always nice to meet a friend of Bryan’s. And this is?” Turning his attention to the cute blonde on the side. 

 

Peter almost had forgotten about his girlfriend. He snapped out of his trance, “Oh. This is Rebecca. My girlfriend.“ My dad took her hand ever so gently, and you could almost see her eyes glaze over and her cheeks redden. The effect he had on people amazed me.

 

“So what’re you training for Peter?“ dad said turning his attention back. 

 

“Well, I’m a quarterback for my school and next season I’m gonna be starting. We’re division one, so I’m really excited about it.”

 

“Well it looks like we have a real athlete here huh?“ I could sense the sarcasm in his voice. “You see Peter, I’ve never really played football before, but I wanted to take my son out for some catch.  Maybe you can give me some pointers.“

 

“I might have to charge. You’re dealing with a pro here.”  Peter laughed but I already knew that flicked a switch in my dad. He hated when people were cocky but couldn’t back it up. He was going to take Peter down a few notches. “Usually I start with some simple stretches. Like this…” He sat on the turf extending his legs out in front of him like a V. He reached out in front of him so he could touch as far as he could forward. He then reached towards each leg trying to pull himself as far forward as he could which was probably mid shin. “It’s important to keep your muscles very loose.“

 

“Well I haven’t stretched in a while. However, is that how flexible you are Peter? You don’t seem too limber to be such a pro.“ And with that dad stared at Peter in his eyes and then slowly started to spread his legs out on either side of him until he was lower to the ground . He was in a perfect 180 degree split. He could probably suck his own cock in this position.  Then, he leaned forward as far as he could and turned towards his left leg where he could grab his entire foot and lay completely parallel to his outstretched massive limb. He caressed his calf showing how they inflated out inches from his shin. He flexed his toes up then down bringing out the insane hardness of his calf. “Look at this baby” he said as he touched it. 

 

“Holy shit!” Peter said as dad went over to his other leg where he grabbed his foot repeating the process completely showing unreal flexibility.  I was getting aroused by the sight. 

 

He then put his hands in front of him and pushed upwards hoisting himself completely off the ground. With precise dexterity he brought those legs behind him then up to a perfect handstand before hopping from a push of his hands twisting and landing upright. “You’re right Peter. That felt good“

 

“I can’t believe what I just saw,” he said shocked

 

“It’s no biggie Peter. Gotta keep the muscles loose you said. How was that for loose?”  He was verbally dominating him. “So what’s next?“

 

Still mesmerized, Peter was finding it difficult to get words out.  “Um…well…we got to warm up the muscles in the chest and arms. Usually I do set a push-ups followed by a quick run.“ He got down on the ground in plank position and began to rep. The first 10 were perfect but you can tell he was starting to slow down by rep 15. To show off a bit more, he made it up to 20, but on his 20th rep you could see there was some struggle. He then stood up. 

 

“I see. Well you’re the pro“ Dad said. He then proceeded to take off his shirt and stood in front of Rebecca and Peter showing the most ultimate ripped physique with eight deep cut abs, a massive striated pec shelf, scalloped obliques, and lats that you could see from the front. His shoulders were like cannon balls that were perfectly separated from his mammoth biceps. “Hope you don’t mind. I don’t want to tear through my shirt…again. I mean I look pretty impressive, don’t I Peter?“

 

Peter was almost in a trance and Rebecca seem to be enjoying it as well. “Yes sir. You look very good.“

 

“Sir? I kind of like the sound of that. Now let’s get on with these push-ups.“ My dad got down on the ground, and put himself in perfect push-up position. “Count!“ he demanded. He hit 25 perfect reps, three seconds up and three seconds down like a machine. But then when we all said the number 25, he stopped and put his left hand behind his back and repped out another 25 one-handed. When that was done, he switched arms to show complete domination of the exercise.

 

“Holy shit. What the fuck!“ Peter exclaimed. I could feel the blood rushing to my dick. He wasn’t even trembling. 

 

Dad looked up at him, “Did I say I was done?“ without a quiver in his voice.  Dad then leaned forward a little bit until his feet came off the ground and he was in a perfect two handed plank. The amount of ab control must’ve been insane. He drove in the point by sucking his abs in like a vacuum but extending the center column of his abs like a shredded tower of twisted muscle and sinew. It was crazy control.  Then, in that position balanced on two hands only, he performed 25 more push-ups getting so close to the ground that you could only wedge a piece of paper between his body and the turf.  “Check out that tricep,” dad said without straining. “Look at the way that tricep pops out like a fucking horseshoe.” His attitude turned me on. 

 

When he reached the 25th rep he stood up, placed his hands in front of him and squeezed hard until his pecs inflated outwards into iron globes of muscle. Dad looked at his left pec and then his right and smiled saying “fuck yeah” completely impressed by his own muscle.

 

“Oh my fucking God“ Peter was in absolute awe. Rebecca started to fidget uttering small gasps here and there. 

 

“And you said you go for a run afterwards? Check this shit out,” he said as he lifted up his shorts, showcasing unreal carved definition in his quads. He flexed them so that each head of the quadriceps popped out with the sartorius stretching across. “Maybe we should skip that. If that push-up exercise put you in shock, I don’t know what you seeing me run would do. Usain Bolt would cream his pants with how fast these babies can go.  Let’s just go to the throwing. Show me how it’s done!“

 

Peter already had some footballs around the area, but dad emptied his sack of balls next to him. “Look out over there sir,“ Peter said. We looked and scattered around the field were several targets that were set up at different yardages. There was one at the 20 yard line, the 30, and 40. They were more like archery bull’s-eyes. Peter grabbed one of the footballs, and aimed at the 20, hitting the target just outside the bull’s-eye. He then went for the 30, and he hit the outer ring, knocking the target to the ground. He tried for the 40, but he missed it by just a hair. “I’m still trying. In a couple weeks I’m hoping to hit all that including that 60 yard target once I build up this arm a little.”

 

Dad walked over to him smugly and then brought his bicep up into a full flex right in front of Peter’s eyes with the peak of his biceps split into two perfectly defined heads. You could hear Rebecca gasp behind him. “I think this arms built up enough” he said as he grabbed one of the footballs and gave it a small squeeze. You could actually see it starting to indent from unreal pressure he was imposing on it. I bet he could pop the fucking thing if he wanted. 

 

“I hope I’m doing this right. I’ve never really thrown a football before.” Dad didn’t even aim. With a nonchalant throw, the ball launched straight towards the 20 yard target smashing the bull’s-eye and breaking the target into splinters. The ball didn’t even fucking arc.  It shot like a firework creating a high pitched whistle at it cut through the air. 

 

“Fuck!“ Peter exclaimed as he jumped back from the huge shatter of the target. Without missing a beat, dad picked up the second football and repeated it at the 30 yard line, and the 40 yard line target.  Each throw hit dead center with a perfect spiral exploding the targets into timber.

 

“A couple more weeks for that 60 you say??”  Dad picked up another ball and threw it with pinpoint accuracy right at the 60 yard target. Again it shot like a bullet with such speed that Tom Brady would be stroking crashing through the center bulls eye. “Perfect” He said

 

“That’s not possible…how?” Peter was in total disbelief. 

 

Dad grabbed one last football and slowly walked towards Peter putting his hand on his shoulder looking him dead in the eyes. His face looked stern, dominating, making Peter feel like he was nothing. He started to squeeze Peter’s shoulder causing him to wince. “Star quarterback? You’re fucking pathetic. I haven’t even played the sport and I just fucking demolished you. You know, if I just squeeze a little harder, I might be helping the team by taking you out permanently.” He didn’t break the shoulder, but we could all get the faint sounds of rice crispies as he ground down on the bones. Peter got to his knees begging him to let go.  I was starting to breathe heavily. 

 

“Look at this ball Peter,“ Dad said as he brought the football he was holding inches in front of Peter‘s face. Then, without losing eye contact with Peter, dad flicked his arm towards the side and released the ball like a backhanded throw towards the other end of the field. Dad‘s eyes never left Peter’s as the whiz of the ball went off in the distance. “When you hear the ding, know your fucking place…” It only took a couple seconds as we all heard the loud chime as the ball hit and exploded against the fucking goal post all the way on the other side of the field. “… which is beneath me,“ He finished.  Dad brought his bicep back up to Peter’s scared face and caressed the peak with his tongue, moaning as he made love to his own arm. I was so fucking turned on that I had to actually touch myself right there on the field.

 

Dad released his shoulder and Peter fell to the ground, trying to rub it. Dad walked over to Rebecca who you could tell was loving every minute my dad performed. He knew it too. “You’re cute“ he said as he touched the side of her face with his finger. “Tell me Rebecca, what do you see in him? Does he make you happy? Does he turn you on? Does he get you all wet when he fucks you?  Tell me.”

 

She started to shake in excitement. Peter had never made her orgasm before, and she had no idea what it felt like. She kept that inside, but at this moment, dad was driving her insane. Her voice quivered as she said “No…he doesn’t.”

 

“I didn’t think so“ he said

 

Rebecca was breathing heavily as she slowly inched her lips towards my dad‘s. She put her lips onto his and then he moved his hand behind her head and started to press his tongue into her mouth. Her eyes closed, and she started moaning and moaning. I caught a small glimpse of his tongue, thick and strong. It almost looked muscular with purplish veins on the sides. There wasn’t anything about my dad that wasn’t built.

 

“Rebecca no!“ Peter yelled seeing his girlfriend being ripped from him. 

 

Dad heard him and continued to kiss her. He used his free hand to lift up the front of her skirt so we could all see her panties soaked and dripping just from his fucking kiss. She was orgasming over and over from the dominance of his mouth…ấ feat that Peter’s dick had never achieved. I almost thought I saw seizure activity she was shaking so much.

 

When they finished, Rebecca looked at my dad lovingly and said, “Oh my god. Can I have your number?”

 

He smiled at her, brushed her hair off her face, and looked over at me. I was so hard from his domination. He then turned back to her, brought his lips to her ear and said, “fuck no,” before letting go of her and walking towards me. 

 

“Come on Bryan. Let’s go home. Their relationship is over.  See what your perfect father can do in just a matter of minutes? I ended them. She’s going to be remembering this moment forever. Maybe she’ll settle down with someone but years from now she’ll be telling her kids about the man she still masturbates to. Just from a simple kiss. And how her boyfriend at the time was reduced to nothing.” 

 

I was literally shaking, and it was hard to move, but we eventually did. When we got to the forest, he stopped to talk to me. “So he used to turn you on? Not anymore. You have something far more superior all day, every day. Do you understand now Bryan? Do you understand how I will be every fucking fantasy you’ve ever dreamed about? I’ll put anyone in his place to show you that. Do you understand?“

 

For the first time, I felt 100% sure.  I looked at him and I said “fuck yeah dad. I get it now. I completely understand.” 

 

He smiled, and brought his lips to mine and deeply kissed me, practically raping my mouth with the strength of his tongue. I felt my toes curl. 

 

“Let’s go home Bryan. Let’s go home and tell me what you want me to do first.“ And with that, we left. 

[boardman]

Incredibly hot story

[flamedelft]

Really well done. I could see some continuation and some particular scenes, like showing off at a public pool, or the two going to the sketchy bar, dad instigating a fight (maybe in an alley with more privacy), where he defends himself and his son and Bryan getting more and more comfortable with dad's body and it's effects.