THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Anthony

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

ONE

Anthony Felix Wystrach would love to strangle his good friend Mateus Carrieri 
when he saw his son Mark Cameron Wystrach lounging by the pool. Mateus could 
have warned him. Anthony would have worn shorts instead of the tight swimtrunks 
he was wearing now. He gave Mateus a frown as he in resignation resorted to 
relaxing on the lazychair by the pool instead of taking a swim like he wanted. 

"He's just your son," Mateus said with a grin. 

That bastard. Anthony and Mateus went quite a way back, about six years ago, 
when Anthony, a senior officer of the Global Corporate Trust Services, invited 
Mateus from the Banco Bradesco in Brazil over for discussions about investment 
opportunities in Brazil. The deal was sealed in only two days in a most 
unconventional manner when Anthony came home from a meeting earlier than 
expected one day and discovered that his wife had taken to entertaining Mateus 
in a most enthusiastic manner in their bedroom. Anthony should be furious, but 
Mateus had only grinned at him in a challenging manner as he continued fucking 
Anthony's wife and Anthony found himself taking off his clothes. The two men 
were soon going at it with Anthony's wife, banging her at the same time as the 
two men discussed their business deal between their grunts and gasps of 
pleasure. The deal was sealed when Mateus and Anthony came at the same time. 

Anthony since then divorced his wife - there were no hard feelings there. He'd 
knocked her up when he was eleven (he lied to her and said that he was fifteen). 
Their parents forced them to marry once they were of age to do so. They had long 
realized that they never suited and had drifted apart since. She went on and 
married her tennis instructor and to Anthony's surprise, she and that bastard 
managed to stay together all these years. Meanwhile, Mateus returned to Rio but 
the two men remained good friends, especially when they realized that they 
shared many common interests and viewpoints, especially in sex. Anthony thought 
he'd a vast and varied sexual experience but he realized he had much to learn 
every time he visited Mateus in Rio and the man took Anthony on hedonistic 
sexual experiences in secret pleasure clubs and willing women that Anthony felt 
like a virgin under Mateus' tutelage. 

When Mateus was transferred to New York, Anthony was glad to be able to be with 
his friend more often than a few mind-blowing weeks each year, but Mateus then 
quickly settled down with a boy named Ben Swain. Mateus cheerfully told Anthony 
that Ben was the one he had been waiting for all his life and now then Ben was 
his, Mateus would settle down to be a faithful married man. They wouldn't be 
chasing after women together. "We're both forty years old now, Tone, it's time 
to stop fucking around and stick with one, yes?" Mateus had told Anthony.

Well, fuck Mateus. Anthony didn't need him to get some fun in his life. However, 
Mateus was also a meddlesome person who cared probably too much for his friends 
and family. Mateus decided that Anthony would be happier like he was if Anthony 
found someone to love. Anthony had told Mateus that he liked taking part in 
orgies and having sex with people he didn't have to worry about falling in love 
with, but Mateus had only said, "That's what I thought, but I know different 
now." And being Mateus, he decided he would help Anthony realize that. 

"Who do you love?" Mateus had asked him.

Anthony laughed without humor. "I love my parents, I suppose." Although that was 
technically true, Anthony wasn't close to his parents. His parents were quite 
formal around each other and the formality included their only son. He couldn't 
imagine telling his parents that he loved them without feeling vaguely 
embarrassed about the appropriateness of such a sentiment. Over the years he 
managed to have four children with his now ex-wife and he was more affectionate 
with them than with his own parents. It was strange, Anthony admitted, 
considering that he and his mother had been lovers since he was ten. His father 
trained him on a whore to please a woman and then instructed Anthony to keep his 
mother happy. Anthony was always an obedient kid. Yet no matter how many times 
he made his mother come hard (it pleased Anthony that his own father couldn't 
seem to do the same with the woman), he never once told his mother he loved her. 
Nor had she. "I love my kids."

And Mateus, damn him, had quickly gleaned on the obvious: Anthony's youngest kid 
and only son Mark was crazy about his father. Mark wanted Anthony bad and never 
even bothered hiding it even when Mateus came to visit. "Hi, stud!" Mark would 
say when he came home from a night out with his friends and tried to kiss his 
father in the mouth. Anthony always resisted, turning his head so that Mark 
would kiss his cheek instead. Undaunted, Mark would cheerfully come on to 
Anthony and touch Anthony's body every opportunity he could. Ever since Mark 
became an adult, his infatuation had become more focused especially when he 
recently broke up with his fashion designer boyfriend. Anthony feared that Mark, 
who was definitely sexually experienced now that he was twenty-six, would 
finally seduce him where a less-experienced teenaged Mark failed. With Mateus 
doing his best to help Mark get what he wanted, Anthony was less confident about 
his ability to resist his son.

Now, watching Mark shamelessly flaunting his near-naked body clearly for 
Anthony's benefit, Anthony had to admit that his son was good-looking. That was 
expected, since Anthony was good-looking in an all-American way, he told 
himself, and his good genes and keeping-in-shape advices to Mark gave Mark a 
well-muscled physique to go with the good looks. Anthony believed that he wasn't 
gay but he had no problems with gay men - he even let a few suck him off once in 
a while. Still, he often thought it was quite a waste that his son wasn't going 
to spread the great Wystrach genes around. "Why are you complaining? That only 
means that will be plenty more pussies for you," Mateus had said to Anthony most 
sensibly that time when Anthony voiced out his mixed feelings about his son's 
homosexuality to the man. 

"Hi, Dad! Hiya, Mateus, you're looking good today," Mark said pleasantly as he 
climbed out of the pool. Water dripped off his body in a seductive cascade as 
Anthony found his eyes drinking in the sight of his son's wet and muscular body. 
His son's cock bulge was barely contained in those black swim trunks. 

"You should wear something less revealing," Anthony said without thinking. "Damn 
it, Mark, that thing can barely keep your cock in. I can bloody well see every 
vein on your cock!"

Mark laughed and Anthony reluctantly admitted that his son, like him, looked 
even more handsome when he laughed, the laugh lines showing on his face to give 
his manly good looks a hint of character. As Anthony squirmed uncomfortably in 
his seat, knowing that he couldn't hide his swollen cock bulge in his own tight 
swimtrunks from his son, Mark said, "I can say the same for your choice of 
swimsuits, daddy stud dearest." 

Mateus whistled. "You know, I think I'll leave you two alone. Don't look at me 
like that, Tone. It's time for me to meet Ben for lunch." 

He was left alone by Mateus to be with his son. That traitor, Anthony thought. 

Mark shocked Anthony but moving those muscular legs over and straddling Anthony 
like he would a lover so that Anthony's cock was pressed against the tight ring 
of his anus, with only two thin layers of Lycra preventing penetration. 
Anthony's cock gave a violent throb and the man groaned softly as he felt a 
spurt of lubricative fluids leak from his cock. Mark's eyes were knowing and 
even victorious as he placed his hands on his father's taut pectorals, his palm 
pressing against Anthony's erect male nipples, and told his father, "Dad, I want 
a stripper for my twenty-seventh birthday. You remember when it is, right?"

Of course. December 17th, just a week away. Anthony had planned to give his son 
a Jaguar. "A s-s-stripper?" he stammered as he resisted the compulsion to lick 
his dry lips. 

"Yeah. I have the lingerie ready, Dad, so all you need to do is to show up at my 
place. Give me a birthday to remember, Dad. You missed my birthday last year..."

"I had business in Manila. I called you and wished you a happy birthday." 
Anthony's protest turned into a groan as Mark rubbed his ass along the length of 
Anthony's cock that was trapped in those small Speedos. "I bought you a classic 
Cadillac for your antique car collection!" Anthony said weakly.

"But it's different from having you there in my party," Mark reminded him. "I 
miss your laughter, Daddy. You always know how to make me laugh."

"I know, I'm your best Daddy in the world," Anthony said. He jumped when Mark 
kissed them then. This wasn't the boyish pecks in the cheek that they had when 
Mark was a boy, this was a sensual kiss as Mark's tongue traced his father's 
lips and urged the man to part those lips and let him in. Anthony's lips parted 
in surrender and Mark moved in to conquer and dominate. Anthony was drowning in 
potently sexual sensations as he lost himself to his son's seductive onslaught. 
Their tongues moved in a sensual mating dance that mirrored the urgent thrusts 
of Anthony's hips upwards against the heated juncture of his son's thighs. 
Anthony knew he was lost. He was about to pull down Mark's swimtrunks to give 
his son what they both wanted when Mark breathlessly broke the kiss and moved 
off his father. 

Anthony wanted to howl in frustration. "Fuck it, Mark, you wanted this!" was 
instead what he managed to say despite his bestial lust pounding in his head to 
seize hold of his son and fuck Mark hard. 

"On my birthday, Dad," was all Mark said as he began to back away. 

Damn, those tight buns of his were so taut and sexy, Anthony couldn't help 
thinking. Mark tried to grin playfully in his seductive way that had worked on 
many men in the past, but he was also breathing too hard and fast and his father 
didn't know it but he had managed to come in his swimtrunks while they were 
kissing. The grin wavered while Anthony responded in confident grin as he knew 
how much he'd affected his son. Mark wasn't as confident as he'd like Anthony to 
believe.  

"Mark, I may just be attending your birthday party after all," Anthony said, 
meaning every word.




TWO

"Guess who's going to be all mine come my birthday!" 

"Oh, are you sure? That's fabulous!"

Mark Wystrach laughed at the delight in his older sister Pamela's voice. "I 
finally found the chance to corner him alone and gave him my best kiss this 
afternoon. Dad was so hot, he almost popped off in those trunks of his." 

"Good for you! Now you won't have to be so envious of us," Pamela teased. A 
little more serious now, she asked Mark, "But I hope you know what you are 
doing. Dad is a heartbreaker and I hate to see you get hurt. You're always going 
on and on about being Daddy's one and only and well... I don't know if Daddy is 
the kind of guy to give you what you want."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm so slouch in the sex department myself, Pam. I know tricks 
to make a man want me so badly, once Dad has a taste of me, he'll never look at 
anyone else again." Mark rolled onto back on his bed and rubbed his bare chest 
absently. "Besides, Dad is not happy with anyone else. He keeps fucking anything 
that moves but he's not happy. I'll show him that he can be happy with me. Once 
he knows that, he'll understand that all he needs is me." 

"Oh, Mark, I don't - "

"Don't worry, I'm more than happy to share him with the rest of the family."

"Oh, you," said Pamela with a chuckle. "He sure knows how to fuck though," she 
admitted. "He's my first, but damn, he's still one of the best. Even Jimmy" - 
her husband - "can't come close in comparison."

"Mmm hmm, and don't forget that big cock that he barely kept in those small 
trunks," Mark said. "That bastard had been wearing those forever around the 
pool. Everyone thought we had the hottest dad around and all those girls wanted 
to be our friends so that they'd get invited to our pool parties and see Daddy 
strutting around in his swim trunks."

"Don't forget their mothers always wanting to bring food over for the parties," 
Pamela said with a soft sigh as she, like Mark, remembered their father fondly. 
"Later I realized he was fucking them and many of my friends too. He's such a 
slut." 

"To everyone but me," said Mark. "But that will change now."

"Are you sure? I always thought he never fucks you because he thinks that he is 
some man's man and he will never touch another man because of some macho 
bullshit."

"His best buddy who shared his tastes for sex has just settled down with a man, 
so maybe Dad now sees things differently," suggested Mark.

"I know you believe that, but I hope for your sake it's true."

Mark smiled to himself as he reached down with his other hand to cup his cock. 
"Don't worry, I know how to handle men like Daddy."




Anthony groaned in his ebbing throes of ectasy as he rolled off Amanda, his 
oldest daughter, and felt the last few drops of his semen drip onto his stomach. 
He absently stroked his sensitized cock as he watched Amanda's husband Billy now 
took over and thrust a hard cock into Amanda's snatch. Billy's cock was not even 
half the thickness and length of Anthony's cock but Anthony knew not many men 
were as well-endowed as he. As he watched Billy fuck Amanda hard, the man's 
glistening cock coated in Anthony's juices that were unloaded in Amanda's cunt, 
he noticed that Amanda's cries of pleasure were nowhere as intense as when 
Anthony was fucking her. He sighed. After years of watching Anthony fuck his 
wife, Billy still couldn't master the art of fucking a woman properly. 

"Billy, get off her," he ordered.

Billy obeyed, pulling out at once. He had always deferred to Anthony ever since 
he saw Anthony naked for the first time. Anthony gently sat Amanda down on his 
swollen cock. He kneaded his daughter's buttocks and lifted her slightly so that 
her anus was exposed to Billy. Billy knew at once what to do. His smaller cock 
would be easier on Amanda's ass and that way, both men would service Amanda at 
the same time. As they both began moving their cocks in rhythm, Anthony thought 
about Mark and felt a twinge of worry. His three daughters could barely accept 
his cock up their asses, so how would Mark cope? He didn't want to hurt Mark. 
Maybe he should ask Mateus, whose cock was about the same size as his, how that 
man fucked Ben.

No, Anthony reassured himself, he could probably fuck Mark in the ass without 
worries since it couldn't be any harder than when he squeezed his oversized cock 
into fifteen-year old Amanda's virginal cunt for the first time, right? 

His cock hardened in Amanda's cunt as he remembered that lovely morning when his 
fifteen-year old daughter burst into his bedroom announcing that young Peter 
Andrews had asked her out for a date. Anthony was naked and sporting a huge 
morning hard-on that he inadvertently displayed to Amanda when he rolled over 
onto his back to speak to her. She was scared of that huge cock and was about to 
cry when he reassured her that every man has a cock like this, even Peter. He 
placed Amanda's small hand on his cock. "See? It's just flesh and muscle, dear," 
he told her. Eventually she calmed down and even giggled when Anthony made his 
hard cock twitch and dance in her hand. She then made the mistake of asking her 
father to show her how to kiss so that she would know what to do when Peter 
kissed her. Anthony not only showed her how to kiss that morning but also took 
her virginity, still kissing her as he gave her the first orgasm in her young 
life. He felt guilty at first for fucking his own daughter but as he began 
regularly fucking Amanda after he'd driven her home back from school, he 
realized the situation wasn't any different from him fucking his own mother. 

Two weeks later, a swimming lesson for his fourteen-year old daughter Ashley 
soon turned into a playful tickle session that saw Ashley playfully grabbing her 
father's muscular buttocks and causing the man's trunks to rip. Anthony's cock 
was already hard from Ashley's innocent caressing of his stomach and crotch. It 
was soon plunging in and out of Ashley's young cunt, the thick bloated shaft 
glistening with blood and remnants of Ashley's virginity. When thirteen-year old 
Pamela crept into Anthony's bed during a power black-out later that month, 
scared of the storm, Anthony found a way to make up for his wife's absence in 
his bed that night and a way to soothe Pamela's fears by making her come for the 
first time as his cock ruthlessly deflowered her. 

Even when his daughters grew up and found other lovers, they still came back to 
him and he was of course willing to service them. By the time Pamela was 
fifteen, he didn't even bother to hide from his daughters that he was fucking 
all three of them. He sometimes fucked all three at the same time. Even after 
his daughters had married, they still came to him just as he often went to them 
when he was in the mood. Billy and Ashley's husband Gabe even accepted their 
father-in-law in their bed, with the two men deferring to Mark out of respect 
for his bigger cock and better fuck skills. In the last few years, Anthony had 
no idea whether any of his daughters' children were his or their husbands'. He 
never asked but he always enjoyed the company of these seven 
children/grandchildren. Amanda's oldest was an eleven-year old girl who was 
learning from Anthony how to swim. Anthony wondered whether Billy knew that the 
girl was always trying to grab at Anthony's cock through his trunks during those 
lessons. 

Anthony's youngest son Mark was the one that gave him problems. He didn't know 
what to do with a gay son since he had nothing in common that he could bond with 
Mark over. Assuming that Mark would be like Anthony and lose his virginity 
early, Anthony was concerned when at fourteen Mark wasn't dating any girls in 
the neighborhood. When he came home early one day and found the high school swim 
coach shooting cum all over Mark's blissful face, it hit him in the gut that 
Mark was gay. Over the years, Anthony grew to accept that aspect of Mark. Even 
when Anthony was struggling to understand Mark's sexuality, however, he never 
let his son know of his turbulent feelings. He always was there to attend Mark's 
football games and swim tournaments, he was one of the most vocal supporters of 
Mark when anyone tried to bring Mark down for being gay, and he always tried to 
be there when Mark needed his father to comfort him, listen to his problems, or 
to make things right. It was the same with his daughters, Anthony tried to be 
the best father although he didn't have any guidelines how to be one. It seemed 
like he had gotten things right judging from how his kids adored him. 

Perhaps he did things too well, he thought now, since Mark had developed 
feelings for him that was clearly beyond paternal. This puzzled Anthony since 
his own daughters didn't act clingy or wanted him to marry her no matter how 
many times he fucked their brains out and he hadn't even fucked Mark yet. But 
Mark saw him as the young man's emotional rock, best friend, father, and - 
clearly - potential lover. Anthony back then just wasn't sure whether he could 
fuck a guy. 

Now, he knew that he could fuck a guy. He could fuck Mark, at the very least. As 
Mark teased him in the past few years, Anthony realizes that somehow his 
affections for Mark had started to take on a more carnal bent as he started to 
find Mark's handsome face and muscular body desirable. It was unexpected, 
Anthony thought, that he, a heterosexual stud, would finally realize after all 
these years that he might also desire men. Nonetheless, any doubt he had felt 
about fucking Mark was completely gone when Mark kissed him that afternoon. 
Anthony had rarely felt lust this intense for someone before and he knew he had 
to have Mark or go mad.

Amanda's loud orgasm startled Anthony from his reverie. He realized with a quirk 
of a smile on his lips that he had actually stopped paying attention to a hot 
fuck to think about his beloved son. Perhaps this was indeed love. No matter, if 
his mechanical fuck motions could bring Amanda to an orgasm while he was lost in 
thought, he should make amends and pay attention to Amanda. As he began fucking 
Amanda in earnest to attain his orgasm, his hands moved to grip Amanda's hips - 
and grabbed Billy's buttocks instead. A thought crossed his mind: he could take 
Billy's ass after this, as a kind of practice before he got to Mark. That made 
sense, he wanted his first time with Mark to be perfect. But as soon as that 
thought crossed his mind, he dismissed it. Mark was his son and he had waited a 
long time for Anthony to fuck him. It only felt right that Mark and not Billy 
should be the first man that Anthony would fuck. 

At calm now, Anthony pulled Amanda's head towards his for a kiss as he began 
ramming his hips upwards in earnest.




THREE

"Holy shit!"

Anthony savored the look on his son's face as he showed up at the young man's 
doorstep wearing nothing but a pair of running shorts. "Happy birthday, son," he 
said, his voice husky with desire. "Can I come in?"

"Oh hell, sure!" Mark couldn't open the door fast enough. As he followed his 
father into the living room, he couldn't help but to say, "Uh, you're early."

"Does it matter what time I arrive? Or are you expecting other guests?" Anthony 
asked, lifting a brow. 

"Oh, no, no other guests. Just me and you, the way I like it..." Realizing that 
he was babbling, Mark shook his head to clear his thoughts from the fog of lust 
that had seized him the moment he saw his father on the doorstep. 

Anthony took charge. He gave Mark a predatory smile as he dimmed the lights. 
Anthony needed music so he walked over to his son's home entertainment system. 
Selecting a CD, he turned his bare back to his son and began a slow sensual 
dance as Marvin Gaye began crooning about needing some sexual healing. How 
fortunate that in his youth, he had been a stripper to pay his way through 
college so while he might be a little rusty in his moves, he nonetheless knew 
how to slowly gyrate his buttocks. He knew how to dance slowly while making sure 
that the muscles of his body rippled sensually under his supple skin. Mark had 
to sit down since his knees seemed to have lost all their strength. Anthony 
turned to face Mark and slowly rubbed one hand along the length of his torso, 
pausing at his nipples to caress them before following the treasure trail of his 
stomach all the way down to the waistband of his shorts. His moves were sensual, 
seductive, and yet never blatant and vulgar. Anthony danced like a man lost in 
the sensual exploration of his own body, and watching him was driving Mark out 
of his mind with explosive lust. 

Mark groaned and cupped the bulge in his shorts when Anthony slowly lowered the 
waistband of his shorts to reveal that he was wearing a thong. As Anthony teased 
Mark by pulling up the waistband of the shorts, he knew that Mark could see that 
the thong is see-through where light fell on the material. He now slowly made 
his way to his speechless son until he bent over Mark and placed his hands on 
the back of the chair at each side of his son's head. Smiling in a "Do you like 
this?" manner, Anthony gyrated his hips seductively with his legs spread and 
that cock bulge just within Mark's reach. Mark reached out for it, but his 
greedy fingers closed over thin air as Anthony with a mischievous twinkle in his 
eyes danced out of his reach. 

The shorts were finally lowered slowly down his hairy muscular thighs. Anthony 
hoped that Mark would appreciate the painful and undignified process he'd 
subjected himself to earlier today as he visited Mario Lopez's beauty parlor to 
get the fur on his crotch trimmed to accommodate the thong (he refused to 
contemplate shaving his crotch entirely) and his ass removed of any excess fur. 
If Mark liked his men hairless, well, tough - after his first time experiencing 
the painful hair-removal process this morning, Anthony refused to get his body 
hair trimmed or even plucked one strand ever again. But unlike that first time, 
Anthony was certain that his first time with Mark would be a much more enjoyable 
presence. 

Perhaps he had teased Mark long enough, dancing like an incubus bent on seducing 
his victim. His own cock was threatening to rip the front of the thong apart. 
Mark moaned audibly, his hand squeezing the huge bulge in the front of jeans, as 
he drank in the sight of Anthony, still moving his hips and upper body to the 
music, deftly pushed his thumbs into each side of his hips to lower the thong. 
As his rock-hard cock jutted free from the confines of the thong to slap hard 
against his abs, a strand of lubricative fluid flew in an arc from his cock slit 
to land on Mark's right cheek. Mark absently touched the glistening strand with 
his other hand and licked the fingers as he kept his eyes on his father. His 
other hand moved to unzip his jeans and push them down his hips. 

It was the intense desire in Mark's eyes that compelled Anthony to reach over to 
kiss Mark. As they repeat their sensual kiss that had haunted their dreams since 
that day at Mateus' pool, Anthony felt Mark's bared cock pressing against his 
buttock. As Mark began thrusting that cock along the cleft of Anthony's 
buttocks, leaving a trail of glistening precome on Anthony's lower back, Anthony 
groaned into Mark's mouth as he mated his tongue with his son. He used that 
tongue to imitate the rhythm of a cock sheathing itself as he made love to his 
son's mouth. He heard Mark whisper, "Daddy, I've dreamed of this for so long..."

Anthony's eyes widened in shock and pain as Mark ruthlessly rammed his cock into 
his father's asshole. His pride initially protested at what he viewed as an 
unacceptable violation of his masculinity and he wanted to push himself off 
Mark. But just as quickly, he forced his body to relax at the unfamiliar 
intrusion. "Mark, you better be as good at this as you claim you are," he 
groaned out as he experimentally clenched and unclenched his anal grip on his 
son's cock. What he wanted to say next was lost in a groan as Mark used one hand 
to toy with Anthony's still erect cock, drawing out the precome from his 
father's cock. As Mark withdrew his cock, he rubbed Anthony's precome on the 
shaft to aid his repenetration of his father's tight hot ass. 

"Don't worry, Dad. I'm just like you. Only while you fuck women, I fuck men. 
Trust me, I'm as good as you are..." Mark said cockily as his father began 
moaning and groaning like a wild bull in heat. Anthony was beginning to feel the 
magic of Mark's cock brusing the older man's prostate and clearly the man had 
never experienced such a feeling before. Then Anthony howled as he experienced 
an electric burst of orgasm from the base of his spine all over his body. He 
didn't know what happened, but it was happening and he was paralyzed by the 
intense pleasure he was feeling. He gripped his son's shoulders and savagely 
rode that cock, his hips roughly moving up and down as he begged his son in an 
animalistic voice to fuck him harder, some more, harder, and even harder. His 
red hot sperm exploded from his cock to splatter Mark's face and chest as 
Anthony cried out and experienced jolts of pleasure after pleasure. Mark tasted 
his father's seed and there was so much of it that he used what he couldn't lick 
off his fingers in his lust to coat his cock that was now pumping in a blur into 
his father's distended asshole. Mark gritted his teeth, trying to keep his 
control, but his father's asshole was too tight and too hot and too wet. 

Anthony, lost in his ecstasy, could nonetheless feel the hot creamy fluids of 
his son ejaculating forth from that thick cock to drench his insides. As his 
breath steadied and he held his son's sweaty body to his, he felt his heart beat 
with Mark's, slowing to their normal rate together as their sweat-slicked skin 
touched. Tonight, Anthony had a cock up his ass for the first time tonight and 
also had a man come inside him - two things that he couldn't contemplate doing 
before tonight. But now, as he straightened his massive naked body on top of 
Mark and buried his face into the comforting crook where Mark's neck and 
shoulder met, Anthony couldn't imagine feeling anything more right than what he 
had just did, just as he couldn't imagine feeling that he belonged anywhere 
else.



When they had recovered from their first fuck, Anthony now took Mark's ass. That 
thick cock speared Mark like no other cock had before and his father fucked him 
in an animalistic urgency that shook Mark to the core. Mark was pressed against 
the wall-length mirror in the bathroom as their shower session became an 
impromptu fucking of the son by the father, his thrusting cock leaving a trail 
of precome and semen on the surface as he was pressed against the cool surface 
by the weight of Anthony's thrusting form. When Anthony spunked inside his son, 
he felt as if his balls were completely drained that he has no strength left to 
stand and had to lie down in the bath tub to recover. Mark thoughtfully joined 
him and Anthony found himself on his stomach as his son repaid him for the hard 
fucking he'd given Mark with every hard thrust for Anthony's hard thrust, every 
drop of semen for each drop Anthony poured into him.

They were evenly matched. Anthony had them both stand naked before the mirror 
and he had to revise his opinion that Mark, being gay, would be more of a woman 
than a man. Mark's body was pure muscle with no hint of fat, a younger and 
slightly less hairy version of Anthony's own physique. Every inch of his son 
radiated pure virility. How could Anthony be blind to that? Now that he had 
experienced his son's raw sexuality, he could have laughed at himself for 
imagining previously that he, being the top dog, would automatically be the top. 
Mark had taught Anthony the abandoned delights of taking cock and while it was 
different from fucking that he was used to doing, Anthony was slowly realizing 
that he couldn't get enough. He wanted that thick hard cock of his son banging 
the shit out of him. He wanted to look in the mirror and revel in the sight of 
Mark coming so hard that come was pouring all over Anthony's face and dripping 
down to his chest. He couldn't say that he loved the taste of sperm, but he 
loved the feel of a cock moving down his mouth and into his throat as he 
struggled to take all of Mark. He loved the sounds Mark made as he milked his 
son dry. He also wanted to fuck Mark. If he could, he would fuck and be fucked 
by Mark all the time.

Even their cocks were pretty much of the same dimensions although Mark's cock 
had a slight curve in its shaft when it was erect. Anthony had no problems with 
the curved cock of his son because the cock could reach places deep inside 
Anthony that Anthony never knew existed until now. 

This was indeed a wonderful birthday, Anthony thought as he held his son close 
to him that night in bed. "Happy birthday, Mark," he said when he finally 
remembered that he had forgotten to wish Mark until now. 

"Thanks for the gift, Dad," Mark said sleepily.

"And thanks for your gift as well," Anthony told his son.



EPILOGUE

Thanksgiving for the Wystrach clan started out like a typical family affair with 
the usual arguments flying back and forth between frazzled members of the 
family. Anthony Wystrach arrived with his son and now lover Mark soon had 
everyone's nerves soothed with their easy humor and mischievous twinkle in the 
eye. Like father, like son. 

Twelve-year old Regina had finally taken things too far one swimming lesson just 
a few months ago when she laughingly reached into her grandfather Anthony's cock 
inside the man's trunks and refused to let go even when the cock hardened in her 
hand. Soon she was on her back with her legs spread wide as her forty-one year 
old grandfather used his tongue to introduce her to an orgasm and it wasn't long 
when he drove his cock inside her virginal pussy and completed her loss of 
innocence. Since then Anthony had fucked his daughter/granddaughter many times, 
usually as a reward for her mastering a particular swimming techique well. 
However, today Regina was told to accompany the maid and go with the other kids 
to a movie when she'd rather play with Anthony and no amount of protests that 
she was a grown-up could change Anthony's mind. 

With the children out of the way, Anthony and his children moved to the bedroom 
where his three daughters were already feasting on his cock before he had 
completely shed his clothes. Meanwhile, Anthony had his suspicions confirmed 
about the sidelong glances Billy and Gabe gave him and Mark when those two men 
eagerly pounced on Mark. Before the night was over, Anthony would fuck his 
daughters and son as well as his two in-laws while Mark and the two men took 
turns on Anthony's mouth and assholes as well. Billy and Gabe also fucked the 
three women along with Anthony while Amanda, Ashley, and Pamela also tasted each 
other. Mark of course fucked both his brothers-in-law.  

Before the week was out, Anthony would have eleven-year old Rachel, Regina's 
sister, bent over the pool table as he thrust his oversized cock in and out of 
her hairless cunt. She wanted to know how babies were made and she now had the 
answer. He also agreed to teach Ashley's eldest, eleven-year old Marigold, how 
to swim starting next month. His cock already jumping to life in anticipation, 
Anthony was starting to suspect that his daughters were setting him up 
to teach their daughters about the birds and the bees but he kept silent. He was 
more than up to the task as the head of the family. Allegra, Anthony's mother, 
dropped by with her husband later that week where she would surprise everyone by 
announcing her pregnancy. Anthony was certain that the baby was conceived in an 
especially hot encounter during a weekend visit a few weeks ago. He was also 
certain that he would be hearing news of similar nature from his daughters soon. 
It wasn't that he had much faith in the undersized cocks of Gabe and Billy - he 
hadn't - however he was more than confident in his own cock. 

"Crazy week, huh?" Mark said with a laugh as they watched the last of the other 
Wystrachs depart at the end of the week. 

"Yeah," Anthony said in agreement. He put his arm around his son and lover and 
reflected on the whole crazy year. "I love you," he told Mark. This he was clear 
about. "More than a son, you know that, right? I can't live without you." 

"I know, Dad." Mark looked at his father, contemplative. "We have each other and 
a family that loves us, you are in line to be promoted to vice-president, and 
I'm going to make partnership. Are we the luckiest sons of bitches or what?"

"Yes we are," Anthony told his son. "Of that I have no doubt."
