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“Ah, ah- fuck- oh yes! Right there!” Peter moaned as he arched his back off the car seat, waves of pleasure crashing over him.
“Seems I found the spot huh?” Tony- his father teased as he pistoned his fingers in and out of Peter’s wet hole faster, the squelching sounds echoing through the car.
As he continued to be finger fucked, the boy had to recollect how he got here.
Legs spread in the driver's seat while his dad, who didn't recognize him, was standing outside, his arm reaching in through the window as his long fingers fucked his hole for dear life.
~~~~~
The second Peter turned 18, he started his secret career as a cam boy.
He remembered the first time he came across a cam boy’s live stream as he was casually browsing through gay porn. Seeing how filthy the live chat was- how the donations were piling in, ordering the boy to do what they wanted- how the cam-boy was acting like a total slut- Peter immediately knew he wanted it for himself.
But he knew he had to be careful. He knew of the risks and drawbacks of being recognized as someone who partakes in such activities, not to mention he was the son of a university professor, Tony Stark. If word leaked that he was a cam boy, his future, his reputation, his dad's reputation- all would go up in flames.
He had to question if all this was really worth it.
But he soon came to realize, the risk made it even more fun.
The night he became an adult, he set up his cam boy persona: Spider boy. And SpiderBoy was to be the complete opposite of Peter Parker in every conceivable way.
For his first live stream, he wore a red, skin tight crop top and dark blue booty shorts, showing off the toned body he always kept hidden under sweatshirts and jeans. He donned a black wig, the straight hair reaching his shoulders and thick, glossy red lipstick. His eyes were covered in a mask of his own design. The mask covered only the top part of his face and to the viewers, they couldn't see his eyes but Peter could see everything clearly, even through the fabric. It would help when it came to reading chat and donations. Not like money mattered to him, his father having more money than he knew what to do with, but Peter did feel good about making a living for himself.
He locked the doors, set up the laptop and settled onto his bed (of which he bought new sheets and took down his star wars posters. He wasn't risking anything), his heart pounding in his chest.
The second he went live and a viewer came on, he came in his pants, untouched.
It was embarrassing but felt incredible.
The first day, there was only one person but as time went by, his viewership started to increase. His sexy body coupled with his almost innocent-like movements brought in a lot of horny men who couldn't get enough of him. They called him a “twink”, “baby boy”, “Breedable bunny” and so much more- Peter couldn't get enough of the attention.
He started off slow, not showing off too much. Flashing his pecs, twerking towards the camera, groping his hard on- he was content with this...for about a week.
Then he wanted more and his growing fan-base clearly wanted more too.
The best night of camming he had was when he went live wearing a bikini.
Chat went crazy and his viewership skyrocketed. Donations flooded in of people begging him to take if off, to show off his cock and fat ass. Peter resisted for about half an hour before he said:
Fuck it.
He put up a show, sultrily pushing a strap of the bra down each arm, before eventually taking it off. And finally, as he faced away from the camera, he swirled his hips around, teasing the audience out of every last dollar as he slid his bikini bottom down his legs.
He came untouched again, only this time, there was an audience of 2000 people who saw him do it. An audience who saw his fat ass, tight hole and cute cock cum from being watched.
His subscriber count doubled that night.
And as the months went by, Peter descended farther and farther into the pleasure.
The boy who was too shy to take his clothes off was now stark naked in every stream, fucking himself with the countless sex toys at his disposal. Flesh-lights, vibrators, dildos- you name it. If it was something he could fuck or stuff inside him, Peter’s audience paid him to do it.
A year went by, and Peter was the most popular male cam-boy on the website.
He had a schedule to stream twice a week where he averaged an audience of ten thousand. He even ended up making a patreon where fans could pay for exclusive content.
Exclusive content that showed him having sex with other men.
He lost his virginity to another cam boy- an older man named Steve Rogers. They started texting and eventually, met and hooked up. Steve was in his 30’s, strong, muscular and a gigantic cock. Peter thought he was getting torn in two when Steve shoved that monster inside of him, but gradually, he grew addicted to Steve’s cock and to an extent, Steve himself.
He wasn’t falling for him, but he enjoyed the excitement of being with the man. He was straightforward yet spontaneous, a dominant daddy with a puppy face- he was unpredictable. One day, he would call Peter to his home and make love to him while going live to his audience. Another day, he would bring his friend “Bucky” over (a famous pornstar) and they would both laugh as they over stimmed Peter, making the boy cry tears of pleasure and pain as they forced him to cum over and over again after which they took turns filling his hole with their hot, sticky cum. That video of the three of them went viral and brought in more fans and money for all three of them.
Going live solo was great, going live with company was great, and posting exclusive content was great too. Peter was having the time of his life.
And during all this, he managed to maintain his other life perfectly well.
His friends and family didn’t suspect a thing, especially his father. A single parent, Tony was always busy which gave Peter the freedom to cam without worrying about being caught. The times Tony was home and was present, the two of them spent quality time together, Peter continuing to pretend like he’s the straight A golden child Tony thought he was. Tony was his role-model, the most important man in his life. Tony worked so hard and gave up so much to give peter a good life.
He loved his dad. Truly he did and Peter didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize their relationship or impact Tony’s life in a negative way. He didn’t care if the whole world found out about his secret, he just didn’t want Tony to know. He couldn't bare the idea- couldn't even imagine the disappointment in Tony's eyes if he ever found out his son was a cam-boy.
He kept track of his lies, he locked his sex toys and costumes in a safe that only he had access too, he continued to study hard in university and not get bad grades; he kept up his act as Peter Parker, the smart, geeky nerd who would probably faint at the sight of pornography.
And he couldn’t let the lie slip.
~~~~~
“Fuck- Steve- this is so naughty.”
“I know, baby boy. We’ve only been waiting for five minutes and you’re already hard.”
“I can’t help it. You know what being in public does to me.”
It was the weekend. Tony was out with friends and Peter had the night to himself. Tony thought he was at home alone and knowing his father, Tony would be back early in the morning which gave Peter plenty of free time to sneak out. So, of course, Steve calls him with a new video idea.
“I have a friend of mine who’s a huge fan of yours.” Steve had told him over the phone, “and he’s been begging me for a chance to meet you. You’ve been wanting a new video right? Here’s your chance.”
The two of them were in Steve’s car, parked in a semi-public location. They were outside a bar, a bit far away from the place as they waited for Steve’s friend to show up.
Of course, doing something like this in public meant that he was still in disguise. In fact, even when he was alone with Steve, Peter never took off his mask or wig, something Steve was very understanding of. It was great to keep his identity hidden and it was also a great way to lure strangers into fucking him. Making videos in public with strangers was by far Peter’s favorite and if a man happens to recognize his mask, well, it was an easy indication to know that they might be interested in being starred in Peter’s next video. He wore his signature black wig and mask coupled with a loose, pink sweatshirt crop top and a black miniskirt with fishnets. He wore glossy red lipstick and painted his nails golden. He looked pretty sexy, he had to admit.
Steve’s phone dinged, the blonde looking at the text.
“He says he’s here. Why don’t you get ready for him, sweetheart? I’ll set the camera up.”
Peter immediately flipped his skirt up and spread his legs, not wearing underwear to begin with. He was flexible, propping his feet onto the car seat, exposing his lower body completely. Steve set the phone up to get the perfect angle, showing off Peter’s body and the area outside the car window.
“Ah. There he is!” Steve said, and a second later, there was a knock on Peter’s side of the window. His heart hammering over how scandalous the situation was, Peter quickly rolled the window down,
Only to see who the person was and immediately, his heart dropped.
Tony whistled as he looked down at Peter, his eyes fixed on his exposed bottom.
“That’s one hell of a first impression.”
Peter couldn’t breathe. His eyes were wide open behind the mask and his jaw was on the floor.
His father. Tony was looking as handsome as he usually does. A pair of glasses, his beard trimmed to perfection and his hair styled neatly. He was in simple clothing, a black coat, jeans and a white T-shirt, the same clothes he was wearing when he said goodbye to Peter back home. But his eyes. Peter had never seen that expression before. A man completely overtaken with lust.
“Damn. Looks like someone really likes you, Tony.” Steve teased, mistaking Peter’s shock for admiration of Tony’s handsome features, “He didn’t react like this when he met me.”
“That’s because you’re you.” Tony teased back, “And I’ll never understand how you managed to get with this one.” his attention was back on Peter, “He’s way too good for you.”
“You always liked the feminine twinks.” Steve said.
“I’m Tony, by the way.” the man introduced, ignoring Steve, “figured you should know my name before we start.”
I know your name. You’re my father.
“Spidey?” Steve asked, “You ok?”
Seemed like Peter was quiet for a bit too long. It just hit him that he was exposed, cock hard in front of his own father and Tony didn’t know. What was he going to do? The plan was to film an 'authentic' video of Spider boy (with good editing, anything becomes authentic) being fingered and fucked by a stranger but this- his own father-
He couldn't reveal his identity to Tony, especially with Steve around. He can’t bear to look at the distraught look on Tony’s face if he finds out his son is a whore. No, revealing himself was out of the question. Of course, he could put a stop to all of this but…
But…
“Y-Yeah, i’m fine. Just a bit nervous, I guess.”
That seemed enough for the two of them.
Steve laughed as he got out of the car, “Well, when Tony fucks you, I'm sure you’ll be back to your cock hungry self.” He shut the door before bending down to talk to them through the window, “I’ll be here on lookout. You two have fun and make sure it’s always recording.”
With that, Steve walked away, probably waiting somewhere nearby.
It took Peter a second to process what Steve had said when Tony’s hand was on him.
“Mmm, I've dreamed of this.” Tony confessed as he caressed Peter’s chest, fingers purposefully skimming over his nipples.
“Y-You have?”
“Oh yeah, baby.” He pinched Peter’s nipple through the crop top, “Spent many nights fucking my own hand to your live streams. You’re too sexy for your own good.”
Peter felt like his head was going to explode. His own father was talking to him like the filthy whore he was.
His cock twitched, a bit of precum starting to drip from it.
He was enjoying this way too much.
But he shouldn't be.
He wanted to stop.
But god, he did not want to stop.
Tony chuckled, his hand sliding down over Peter’s abs, “Fuck- you have the prettiest little cock.” With that, he grabbed Peter’s leaking member, making the boy arc in his seat, a filthy moan leaving his mouth.
“F-Fuck-” Peter whimpered, closing his eyes shut. Tony spent a lot of his time in his lab, experimenting with tech and machinery which, over the years, made his hands rough. Peter would always dislike the feeling of his father’s rough palm when his face was lovingly caressed or his hair was ruffled.
But here? Tony’s callused hand jerking his cock?
He never felt better.
“Mmmm~ so sensitive~ Just how I like it.” Tony groaned as he swiped his thumb over Peter’s tip, milking out more precum.
Peter started to lightly thrust his hips, twitching each time Tony toyed with his cock-head or lightly tugged at his balls.
“Y-You’re- ah! You’re g-good at this-” Peter said, his face flushed a deep red.
“I’ve jerked off a fair number of men in my day.” Tony confessed, increasing the pace of his hand jerking Peter’s cock, “But by far, you’re the prettiest.”
“Y-You don’t need t-to always c-compliment me.” Peter said, feeling embarrassed over how often Tony sang his praises.
If only he knew this slut was his own boy.
“I know.” Tony said, before leaning forward and licking Peter’s earlobe, “But Daddy wants to praise his baby boy.”
Peter’s eyes snapped open as he stared at Tony, his heart sinking in his chest.
Fuck. Tony knew. Tony knew he was Peter. Tony knew. He knew and-
“Oh. I thought you liked that stuff.” Tony said, noticing the look on Peter’s face, “You said you had a Daddy kink during one of your streams so I thought it would be ok. We don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”
Peter felt like he could breathe again.
Tony didn't know. He just called himself that because of their shared kink. He didn’t know.
But Peter, of course, can’t indulge in that kink right now. Calling his actual father Daddy in a sexual situation was beyond fucked. He shouldn't. He shouldn't-
“P-Please make me cum D-Daddy.”
Tony grinned before he really got into it, his hand a blur as he jacked Peter off.
The boy started to moan, his tongue sticking out as he spread his legs even wider, his hips thrusting into Tony’s unrelenting touch.
He usually lasted a lot longer but fuck- the situation alone made him want to cum.
“C-Cumming! I’m cumming Daddy! Ohh~”
“Yeah, cum for Daddy, baby boy. Cum all over Daddy’s hand like the naughty slut you are.”
His other hand sneaked around Peter’s shoulder before landing on his chest, fingers gripping the hem of his crop top before pulling it up, exposing Peter’s pecs. Tony immediately groped a breast, his rough fingers tweaking Peter’s hard, pink nipples.
Tony growled into his ear, “Hurry up, honey. Daddy can’t wait to stuff you full. You want that? You want daddy to stuff your hungry little hole with his cock?”
“Y-yes! Yes! Yes!” Peter chanted, feeling the knot in his abdomen get tighter, “Do whatever you w-want to me- Fuck daddy! You make me feel s-so good! C-Cumming! Cumming- ahhh!!”
Peter's whole body tensed as he climaxed, his back arcing to a perfect C and his cock shot out ropes and ropes of cum. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, biting his lower lip and toes curled as Tony chuckled, milking his cock for all it was worth.
“That’s my good boy. Oh~ look at you~” The man growled as Peter slowly got down from his high, his hips slowly landing back down onto the car seat.
Peter was panting, his wig getting stuck to the sweat on his forehead. He barely processed what was happening when Tony ordered him to open his mouth, simply following orders like second nature. It was only after he had cleaned up his own cum from Tony’s hand that he realized what he had done and at that point, there was no reason to feel embarrassed.
“Are you ready for round two?”
Without waiting for an answer, Tony dragged his hand from Peter’s mouth, down his chest, sliding over his cock and balls and right between his butt cheeks. Hand covered with Peter’s spit, he growled as he found Peter’s hole, his finger starting to circle the puckered rim. Peter instinctively angled his hips higher to give Tony more freedom of movement. The older man tilted his head slightly, clearly trying to look at Peter’s eager hole which made the boy clench even harder. Seeing his own father look at him like a piece of meat-
A part of him said that this was going too far. He still had time to stop this, stop all of this. It wasn’t too late. Sure, a hand-job wasn’t good but he could stop now, before it went any farther. He could stop, go home and pretend it never happened.
But then Tony sank a finger into him, all other thoughts immediately left his mind.
“Fuck- you’re as tight as i’d imagined.” Tony said, swirling the finger around a bit, “Baby boy! Anymore tighter and you’ll snap my finger off.”
“S-Sorry.” Peter gurgled, trying his best to relax as his father fingered him.
Oh. Oh. He can’t stop now.
Peter’s hand shot out, clumsily searching for his purse in the back seat. Once he got it, he practically ripped it open before grabbing the packets of lube he always stored in his bag. He ripped one open and squeezed, the sticky substance pouring between his spread legs and right onto Tony’s fingers.
The older man simply chuckled at how desperate Peter was being, responding in kind as he quickened the pace, the motion smoother thanks to the lube. He continued to finger Peter, the boy's cock slowly starting to harden again. His eyes were closed and head tilted to the side. He wanted to enjoy this. He didn’t want to look at Tony. He wanted to stop this. He wanted to drag Tony into the car and fuck him.
“Oh! Yes Daddy~” Peter moaned as Tony slowly inserted a second finger. With a lick of his lips, Tony didn’t hold back.
“Ah! Ah-ah-ah! D-Daddy!” Peter cried out as Tony suddenly picked up the pace, his fingers circling inside of Peter each time, “S-Slow down!”
“No can do, baby boy.” Tony said, “You know difficult this is for me?”
His fingers grazed Peter’s prostate, making the boy scream.
Without commenting on it, Tony honed in on the spot, making it his mission to target Peter’s prostate.
“I’m out here, cock hard as a rock while I just made this adorable little boy cum over my hands. Now I'm fingering this whore in public- and you expect me to still have self control?”
Peter couldn’t do anything but moan and whine, Tony’s chuckles echoing in his head.
“I’m going to stretch you wide open and then I'm coming in there and splitting you in half with my cock.”
Peter’s back arched, his legs trying to spread themselves even wider. It was all too much. The dirty talk, his prostate being abused, being in public-
Peter never wanted this to end.
“You remember your first ever stream?”
Peter looked up at him, confused as to why he randomly brought it up.
“Your one viewer? It was me.”
Peter’s body shivered as he bit down a moan, Tony no doubt feeling how he clamped down on his fingers.
“You were so cute that day.” Tony continued, “Cumming in your pants like that- fuck. You’re such a dangerous little minx, aren’t you?”
“Fuck- fuck- fuck- cumming!”
“Again? That was quick.” Tony teased, curling his fingers just right, “but I always loved that about you.”
His first viewer, his first ever live stream- while Peter was locked in his room- Tony was always watching him.
He was close- so close- right there-
And suddenly, Tony stopped.
Peter’s eyes snapped open, his jaw to the floor and a protest on his tongue before Tony laughed and said,
“I told you I'm splitting you on my cock, right? Don't want you to cum your brains out before the main event.”
Without waiting, Peter clawed at the car door desperately, unlocking it before he clumsily made his way to the back. He could hear Tony laugh at how desperate he was, but Peter didn't care.
He wanted this. He wanted this more than he’s ever wanted anything before.
“Hang on, baby boy. Let me just get the camera-”
“Fuck the camera.” Peter said, not even bothering to try and hide how horny he was for Tony. He planted his knees onto the car seat, his back facing Tony before he brought his hands back and spread his ass cheeks. Tony’s breath got caught in his throat, his eyes glued to the pretty pink rim that was practically winking at him, framed by the miniskirt and fishnets.
Peter rolled his hips, thrusting it back and slapping his own ass, making the flesh jiggle.
“Please Daddy. I need you. Don’t want to wait.”
“Fuck baby boy.” Tony slammed the door shut before following Peter to the back seat. It was a tight fit, but neither of them minded. If anything, they were glad for the narrow space that forced them to be closer.
Tony was behind Peter, his hand grabbing a handful of Peter's fat ass and squeezing, both of them moaning from the action.
“Are you sure you don’t want to film this?” Tony double checked.
“It’s fine. Not like they can’t see anything.” Peter said, truly not wanting to stop just to readjust the camera which could take anywhere between five to fifteen minutes to find the perfect angle, “We can always film ourselves next time.”
“Oh? So there’s going to be a next time?”
“As many times as you want, daddy.” Peter said, making empty promises, “Now please- please fuck me!”
“Such a desperate slut.” his hand reeled back and spanked Peter’s ass harshly, making the boy scream. The impact was so delicious- Peter definitely wanted to be slung over Tony’s ass and have his ass spanked raw. Perhaps next time…
“Lie down baby boy.” Tony said, placing a kiss to Peter’s neck, “Daddy wants to see you when he fucks you silly.”
Peter couldn’t stop himself as he turned his head and finally kissed Tony. They both moaned into the kiss as they maneuvered around, Peter lying down on the plush leather seat. For some reason, kissing his father felt more intimate than anything they had done so far.
“Fuck-” Tony cursed, hungrily devouring Peter’s mouth, “You’re too sexy for your own good.” He broke the kiss and looked at Peter- the visual making his cock even harder. The black hair was spread around on the seat, his crop top pushed to his collarbone, showing off his pretty pink nipples and toned pecks. His miniskirt was flipped up, showing off his perfect cock and delicious ass.
Tony sat up slightly to quickly take his clothes off. Peter started stroking his own cock lightly at the show, eyes glazing over Tony’s ripped torso. He’d seen his father shirtless before but this was the first time he truly got to appreciate how sexy and rugged the older man was. A toned and slightly hairy chest, perfect abs and biceps that looked like they could crush Peter’s head- Peter was practically drooling.
He was almost frothing at the mouth when Tony took off his pants.
In a flurry of desperation, Tony had quickly taken his pants and underwear off, throwing the pieces to the floor.
His cock sprang out, hard, throbbing and aching. He was massive. A long, girthy cock with a leaking, bulbous head- Peter never wanted to get on his knees and suck a cock more than he did at this moment and that was saying something.
“Like what you see?” Tony teased as he watched Peter’s mouth open at the sight of Tony’s cock, the older man stroking it to alleviate some tension.
Peter simply grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled, spreading his legs wider and exposing his greedy hole.
Tony chuckled, leaning down to kiss Peter again. His stubble tickled the younger man, but Peter didn’t mind. He couldn’t focus on it anyway when Tony started to suck on his tongue.
“Ready?”
“Yes Daddy. I’m so ready.”
“Alright.” Tony stroked his cock a few more times before finally - finally - placing the tip against Peter’s hole. That alone made Peter’s cock twitch in excitement. It was happening.
Tony started to push in and Peter couldn’t breathe. His cock was stretching him out so deliciously- the fat head alone making his body go numb. He was panting, mouth open and eyes rolling to the back of his head as Tony continued to push into him.
“D-daddy! Daddy- oh! Fuck! Y-You’re so b-big daddy!”
“Fuck me baby boy!” Tony swore, gritting his teeth, “How are you s-so fucking tight!?”
Peter whimpered as Tony continued, feeling like his cock would never end as it kept opening him more and more and more. He looked down, his face turning an even brighter shade of red as he watched his own father penetrate him, his dads cock going deeper and deeper into his hole.
Tony suddenly thrusted harshly, forcibly shoving the remaining inches into Peter in one go, his cock-head bashing against Peter’s prostate.
With a loud scream, tongue sticking out and his toes curling, Peter instantly came. His back arched from the seat as his cock spurted out cum, all of it landing on Peter’s stomach and chest.
“Fuck! Fuck fuck- fuuuuck!” Tony cursed, bottoming out and not moving, “I almost came from just watching you- little slut! Did Daddy’s cock feel so good?”
Peter nodded, still coming down from the ecstasy, “Y-Yes! Yes- oh, Daddy’s cock feels s-so good! You’re stretching me out…”
“Shit-” Tony hissed, “It’s like you- ah yes- you’re going to snap my cock off! You’re so tight and- ah- so wet~”
“Move Daddy! Please!” Peter begged, arms reaching up to grab Tony’s shoulders, “Fuck me Daddy! Ravage my body!”
“Anything for my baby boy~” Tony cooed before moving down, catching Peter in an embrace. Peter wrapped his arms around Tony’s shoulders, the older man's face snuggled into his neck as he finally started to move. Mouth open and moaning, Peter couldn't help but smile a dopey grin as Tony started to expertly roll his hips into Peter. He was starting off slow, but Peter didn’t mind. He wrapped his legs around Tony’s waist, rolling his own hips into Tony’s fat cock. The drag of his girthy member across his walls was so addicting- Peter never felt pleasure like this before.
Once Tony was satisfied with the easier slide inside Peter, he asked : “You ready? Daddy’s going to destroy your slutty hole.”
“Yes! Yes- i’m ready daddy~”
“Good little bitch.” Tony propped himself on his hands, towering over Peter as he picked up the pace, his hips snapping against Peter’s fat ass.
Peter couldn’t help but enjoy the view. Tony looked incredibly sexy. An older, handsome, rugged man with sweat dripping down his face. His toned body glistening, his abs clenching as he started ruthlessly pounding into Peter. And his cock. Oh, his cock.
It fit so perfectly into Peter like it was meant to be there- like it was made for him!
The fat, delicious cock- his father’s cock- was pounding Peter so hard, he felt tears form in his eyes. Was it from the pleasure or the mess of emotions he was feeling? He couldn’t tell.
Tony fucked like a God. He was a man who knew what he was doing. He had Peter’s hips in a bruising grip, manhandling the boy onto his cock like a toy. Each time he thrust it, it felt like the air was being punched out of Peter’s lungs. Occasionally, Tony would lean down to take a nipple into his mouth, abusing the pink buds just as hard as he was abusing Peter’s poor hole.
“Yes- yes- yes daddy!!” Peter screamed, Tony’s cock reaching so deeply inside of him it was making him go crazy. He wanted more- he needed more!
“Going to breed you- going to cum inside you!” Tony promised as he worked his hips into Peter harder and faster. With how Tony was thrusting into Peter, there was no doubt that the car was shaking, something strangers will look at and immediately figure out what was happening. Steve was probably having a laugh.
“Breed me Daddy! Come in my boy pussy!” Peter begged, his voice jumping each time Tony thrusted into him.
Tony grabbed the back of Peter’s thighs and pushed upwards, folding the boy into the mating press. Peter screamed as Tony wrecked him, the man’s cock getting pushed even deeper, each thrust hitting his prostate. His poor cock flopped around as he got pounded, ignored and weeping. Tony seemed to notice as well, but he simply laughed as he continued to fuck Peter.
“You’re going to cum from my cock, baby boy.” He elaborated, “You’re not allowed to touch yourself. Can you do that for me?”
“Y-Yes daddy!” Peter promised, “I-I’m close anyway-”
“Me too, baby.” Tony moaned, rolling his hips, “Fuck- an ass this good should be illegal.”
He continued his assault on Peter’s prostate, each hit making Peter clench even tighter. They continued to fuck like rabbits, the car shaking, the air filled with the sounds of moans and the slapping of skin. Peter was babbling nonsense, words like ‘cum’, ‘breed’ and ‘pussy' thrown around but the pleasure was so much- he could barely think straight.
“Cumming! I’m c-cumming!”
“Me too baby boy!” Tony said, tossing his head back as he moaned, “Fuck- cum with me baby- cum with Daddy!”
Several more thrusts, the air in the car so hot that it felt difficult to breathe, Tony and Peter shared a passionate kiss as they both climaxed. Peter cried and moaned into the kiss, his noises being swallowed by Tony’s desperate tongue.
Peter’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his cock spurted out ropes and ropes of cum, his balls completely empty with how many times Tony forced an orgasm out of him.
Tony bit Peter’s lower lip almost to the point of bleeding as he came inside the younger mans tight hole. His balls clenched each time his cock released sperm, the amount so huge that it started leaking out the sides. Peter felt amazing. Warm, hot, thick semen filling him up was always a feeling he loved. He loved being fucked silly and filled up. And this was by his own father nonetheless.
They stayed like that for a minute, milking their orgasms as Tony lightly thrust into Peter, getting all the cum out. Eventually, they came back down from their orgasmic high.
Tony gave Peter a sweet kiss before snuggling into the boys neck, planting more kisses on his sensitive skin.
“Fuck- What i would give to take you home with me…” Tony confessed.
“So why don’t you?”
“Can’t. Not today anyway.”
Because he thought Peter was home. Throughout all these years, Tony never brought a fling back home especially if he knew Peter was going to be there.
Peter felt his heart grow full, trying his best to push down the gnawing sense of guilt and shame now that his brain was no longer cock hungry.
“Next time then.”
“Next time.” Tony repeated, “The things I want to do to you, baby boy…” he growled into Peter’s ear, “Want to keep you inside and fuck you 24/7… make you wear the sluttiest outfits… breed you over and over…suck your pretty little cock…face fuck you… make you my personal cum dump…”
“Daddy, unless you want to go into round two, I suggest you stop talking.” Peter said, feeling Tony’s cock throb inside of him. Tony laughed, separating from Peter to sit up. He took a hold of his cock and slowly started pulling out, the two of them moaning simultaneously when he pulled out completely, his cum immediately oozing out of Peter’s fucked out hole.
“Shit- I wish I had more time- could probably go another five rounds if it’s with you.” Tony lamented.
“You have places to be?”
“Yeah. Have to get home.”
Peter couldn’t help but prod a bit, “Husband waiting for you? Oh! Or is it a wife?”
Tony snorted and flicked Peter’s cock making the boy squeal and flinch.
“No husband. No wife…no partner. Not yet, anyway.”
“How does a man like you not have a partner?”
Peter knew exactly why. With his dedication to teaching and raising Peter, Tony never had the time to maintain a stable relationship, something Peter always felt a bit guilty over.
“I have very specific tastes.” Tony said as he sat down on the car seat, putting his clothes on, “and specific types of people I'm interested in.”
Peter looked at him, curious. He was content lying there naked, cum leaking form his hole as he watched Tony button his pants up, wanting to know more.
“What kind of taste? A daddy kink? Many people are into that.”
“Yes but not exactly…” Tony pondered a bit, like he was contemplating spilling his kinks to Peter before shrugging, coming to the conclusion that it won’t be a problem.
“I like…boys who look like you. Short, pretty, muscular, a fat ass.” he grinned as he groped Peter’s butt, “and…when I fuck pretty boys like you…I’d like to imagine that when you call me ‘Daddy’, it’s more…literal.”
Peter’s eyes widened and his breath got stuck in his throat.
No way…was Tony really…?
“I have a boy back home.” Tony continued, almost like it was cathartic to get his fantasies out of his head, “Not a boyfriend or partner but he’s…special. And fuck- for the last few months he’s become so sexy it’s getting harder and harder to resist bending him over a table and fucking his brains out.” He sighed, “But I can’t. So, i enjoy fucking other boys that remind me of him. Take out all my love and frustration on their pretty, fuckable bodies.”
He shrugged his T-shirt back on, looking over at Peter.
“That makes it a bit difficult to have…partners, I guess.”
“...Huh.” Peter didn’t know how to process any of this. Not only did he fuck his father, now he finds out his Dad wants to fuck…him?! All of it made his head spin.
“H-How do you know he doesn’t feel the s-same way?” Peter asked, feeling like he was walking on thin ice. One wrong move and it could all break underneath him.
Tony shrugged, “He’s a good kid. Not like me.” he gave Peter a look, “Not like us. There’s no way he feels the same way about me.” Peter noted that he never clarified that he was talking about his own son. Smart move. Peter didn’t know how to feel about it.
How many other boys did Tony confess this to? How many other boys did Tony fuck, fantasizing that he was fucking Peter?
What was Peter going to do with this information?
“If I haven’t freaked you out with that and by the looks of things…” Peter followed Tony’s line of sight and gasped, a wash of shame sweeping over him as he saw his cock was starting to harden again from Tony’s confession.
Tony smirked, digging into his pocket to pull out a pen. He grabbed Peter’s arm and wrote a number that the younger boy was all too familiar with.
“Give me a call. I’d be happy to fuck your tight little body again.”
“...I will.”
“Goodbye Spidey. I had a great time.” he leaned over and kissed Peter one last time before opening the car door and getting out, closing the door behind him.
Spider boy had conditions when he met up with strangers in such situations. Do not touch the mask. Do not ask to be taken to Spidey's home. Respect the safeword. If anyone refuses to cooperate, Steve or Bucky were always around to kick their asses (not that Peter wasn’t capable of doing the ass kicking himself. His muscles weren’t just for show after all.)
Tony abided to all the rules and was now gone and Peter wanted nothing more than to drag the man back into the car and continue fucking.
But…
But knowing Tony’s secret…
There was a knock at the door before Steve let himself in.
“...Looks like you had a good time.” he commented, looking at Peter’s naked and cum filled body.
“...I had a great time.” Peter confessed. It was true. Tony was one of the best fucks he’d ever had.
“Hey, Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to take the week off. There’s something I have to do…” Peter said, already formulating a plan in his head.
He was going to fuck Tony again obviously. But one day, he would get Tony to fuck him as Peter, not as Spider boy.
He couldn’t wait.