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I immediately looked up and around; my eyes dashing anxiously around the dimly lit space, searching desperately for what I wished I hadn't seen.

I suppose I expected him to be shocked or embarrassed; I wasn't really sure how Dad would react, but he didn't seem all that surprised.

'What's this? Gradually, I lifted myself up and allowed his engorged cock to slip free from the grip of my worn-out asshole. There was still so much that went unsaid and that I dared not say aloud for fear of putting an end to our illicit relationship.

I looked over at the men who had caught my eye the moment we walked in the bar; the balance of power between them couldn't have been clearer. Now though - with Coach standing in front of me - I was forced to confront reality; forced to look up at this powerful man, who I had been in the presence of as I grew up over the past decade.

It was a reminder of who was really in control between us.

Eventually, Dad released me from his embrace and I asked permission to go pee before we headed back to the hotel. It excited something inside me. I grinned along, not wanting to burst his bubble, yet I knew trouble was stirring. Each time the engorged gland of this monstrous slab of man-meat buried itself inside, I couldn't help but yell out loudly what I would usually only dare to whisper breathily in his ear, 'breed me, Daddy!'.

We had finally been able to bring our dark secret out into the open. Looking down, a younger man wearing a leather harness and a black collar around his neck, knelt submissively at his feet, the young man's head resting against his partner's...or master's..or maybe even father's thigh. At length he shook his dick firmly in his hand until the last drip fell to the ground, and then instead of putting his dick away, he let it hang heavily in the air.

When I first got into swimming, Dad had seemed reluctant for me to join swim practice, but I was pretty much a natural, and he found it impossible to refuse in the face of my new-found enthusiasm. I had finished peeing and put my junk away, but I was stuck frozen to the spot. I knew Dad would be excited to go out later that night, so this was a chance for us to spend some time together before he started drinking.

'As soon as we get back to the hotel, it's all yours daddy,' I promised him with a sneaky whisper in his ear. This situation was the same, and for the first time I realised that Dad and Coach had a more complicated relationship than first met the eye.

'He's old enough to choose now, Mac,' Coach said, grinning again. As my eyes moved down, the inescapable bulge of his crotch in a worn pair of Levi's drew in all my attention; I had longed to know what lay beneath for years.

'Coach..,' I greeted him sheepishly, through force of habit more than anything else and, of course, not knowing how else to react to the situation.

Without even looking around, I knew who it was in the periphery of my vision. I rolled over and, unable to resist the temptation, I reached around to feel the sticky, sloppy mess that my hole was in after another long, intense pounding.

***

I was on edge the rest of the day, anxious about what I had seen - or thought I had seen - the previous night in the bathhouse while being assfucked in the lounge.

As I yelled it I could feel a new wave of humidity wash across me in an already humid space, as the steam room door swung open beside us and a man stepped clear of the mist. He held me like that, controlling me by his tight grip of my asshole, so I couldn't pull away without his fingers burying deeper inside me cunt, until he himself decided to let go.

Each and every morning I gave up my asshole as long as it took, so my father could blow his load deep inside me.

My asshole now bore the telltale signs of regular bottoming for a very well-endowed man. The dark chocolate skin tone, and the overbearing presence was unmistakable.

'So daddy let you out of his sight,' Coach murmured, unbuckling his pants.