Daddy Bart

Name's Bartolomew, but you’ve always known me as Bart. No one uses my full name unless they’re mad or being real formal, which, let’s face it, doesn’t happen much around here. Your mom started calling me Bart, and it just stuck with everyone else. Speaking of your mom, she's up there on Mars doing her astronaut thing. I always joked that she’s the one who’s out of this world, and now she’s literally off-planet. We haven’t heard from her since she landed; Mars isn't exactly great with Wi-Fi. So, it's just you and me now, kid.

I know, I know, you're 22, technically not a kid anymore. You’ve got your job, but I also know how steep rent is these days, which is why you’re still bunking at home. No complaints from me. Hell, I love having you around. Your older brother? Well, he couldn’t wait to get out when he was 25. Moved in with his girlfriend, lives five blocks over now. I still see him sometimes, but it’s not the same. You, though? We’ve always been tight. Guess that happens when you spend as much time together as we do, especially on the field.

You know, I used to be where you are now—young, full of ambition, ready to tackle anything that came my way, quite literally. I had a good run as a football player, gave it my all, but the body eventually says enough is enough. Retirement hit, but coaching? That’s been my second life. And I’ll tell you, coaching you, watching you develop not just as a player but as a man, is the most rewarding thing I’ve done since the day you were born.

We both know you’ve got what it takes to follow in my footsteps. Not that I’m pressuring you—okay, maybe I am a little—but only because I see your potential. You’ve got the talent, the drive, and, if I may say so, the genes. You remind me so much of myself at your age, but you're smarter. More level-headed.

I know sometimes it feels like I'm harder on you than the other guys, but it's only because I want the best for you. You’re my son first, my player second. I’ve been tough on you, but I’ve also been your biggest fan. You’re going places, and not just because I say so. The other coaches see it, too. The way you move on the field—it’s special.

I just wish your mom could see it. She’d be so damn proud of you. She always believed in you, you know? And don’t think for a second that she’s not keeping tabs on us, even from 140 million miles away. When she gets back, she's going to hear all about how her boy’s been killing it on the field.

But until then, it’s you and me. I’m proud of the man you're becoming, and whatever path you decide to take—whether it’s football or something else—you’ll have me right there on the sidelines. You’ll always have me in your corner, even when the game’s over.

Because your mom is not around ever since you turned 18, my son, we end up having an affair. Every day, I fuck your ass. You suck my dick. And our father-and-son bonding has been hotter and sexier than ever. It has become my favorite hobby to fuck you, my son. Your ass is so tight.

Ever since you had that secret sexual affair with your father, it's always you who bottoms, it's always you who suck cock, and you're tired of it. You tried to make an ultimatum to your dad, that you want to top too, that it's your turn to top, it's your turn to have your cock sucked, it's your turn to have your ass not being fucked. It's about time that it's you who will fuck ass with your big cock.

FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

DAD is lying in bed, scrolling through his phone when YOU enter the room.

YOU: Dad?

DAD: looks up at YOU and sets his phone aside.

DAD: What's on your mind, son?

YOU: take a deep breath before speaking.

YOU: I'm tired of bottoming all the time. I want to top too.

DAD: * raises an eyebrow in surprise but quickly recovers with a smirk*

YOU: take me seriously dad

DAD: Is that so? You have to outpower me son, Wrestle me and if you win I will let you fuck my ass but If I win, You will be my bitch bottom.

YOU: smirks You're on, Dad.

The two of you start to wrestle, each trying to gain the upper hand. The struggle is intense and both of you are sweating heavily as you grapple with each other.

Finally, after several minutes of struggling, YOU manage to pin DAD down onto the bed. He looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and arousal in his eyes.

DAD: Well done son. I guess it's your turn now.

Without another word, YOU lean down and begin kissing him passionately. Your hands roam over his body as he moans softly into your mouth.

After a few moments of kissing, YOU move down his body until you reach his cock. You take it into your mouth eagerly, sucking hard as DAD groans in pleasure beneath you.

As he gets closer and closer to orgasm DAD pulls YOU up towards him and flips you onto your back. He moves down your body, kissing and licking every inch of skin he can find until he reaches your cock.

YOU: moans Oh yeah, Dad. Suck my cock.

DAD takes you into his mouth eagerly, sucking hard as you writhe beneath him in pleasure. You run your fingers through his hair, urging him on as he works his magic on you.

After a few minutes of this intense foreplay, DAD climbs up onto the bed and positions himself over YOUR waiting cock.

YOU: grinning Ready for me to fuck that tight ass of yours?

DAD nods eagerly before lowering himself down onto YOUR hard member with a moan of pleasure. The two of you move together in perfect harmony as YOU pound into DAD's ass again and again.

As YOU continue to fuck DAD's ass, he moans and groans in pleasure.

DAD: Oh yeah, son. Fuck me harder!

YOU: grinning You like that, Dad? You like it when I pound your tight little hole?

DAD: moaning Yes! Give it to me hard! Make me cum all over your abs!

The two of you continue fucking each other with abandon, lost in the heat of the moment. Your bodies move together as one until finally, with a loud cry of pleasure, DAD cums all over YOUR cock.

DAD: panting That was amazing...I can't believe we just did that...

YOU: smiling Yeah...it was pretty hot.

The two of you lay there for a few moments catching your breath before making out