To Fuck A Dad

Chapter 1

It was a normal Sunday afternoon. Keiji was at Olive Garden, looking for a father to fuck. It was a goal of his, to fuck as many fathers as he can. His eyes scanned the restaurant, searching for a dad that looked attractive.

His eyes landed on the father he had fucked last week, who was sitting at a table with an orange-haired woman. That was probably his wife, Mrs. Chidouin. The brown-haired man sitting next to him is named Steve.

Keiji approached the table, thinking about what he was going to say. He arrived, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Hey, Mrs. Chidouin!" Keiji waved.

"Oh, hello! Who are you?" Mrs. Chidouin questioned.

"The name's Keiji. I'm friends with your husband," he introduced himself.

"Oh, that's wonderful! It's great to meet Steve's friends!"

Keiji glanced over at Steve and smirked. Steve flushed slightly and glanced away. Hopefully Mrs. Chidouin didn't notice.

"You can call me Rebecca!" Mrs. Chidouin said.

"It's great to meet you, Rebecca."

Mrs. Chidouin glanced down at her wristwatch. "It's about time for me to go. It was nice meeting you. See you later, Keiji!" She bid Keiji goodbye, standing up and walking out of the olive garden with her husband.

"Didn't even get a chance to ask Steve for a fuck," Keiji sighed. He strolled out of the Olive Garden, starting up his car and heading home.

*

Keiji flopped onto the couch as soon as he walked through the door, tired after a day of searching for dads to fuck. He sighed and glanced at the clock. 6:37pm. Too early to go to sleep, too late to find anything interesting to do.

Unless, of course, there was a special someone open. Keiji turned on his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he landed on one labeled 'Steve'. He opened it, typing out a quick message.

Keiji: hey bby u open tonight?
6:38pm

Keiji turned off his phone, thinking about what to do while waiting for a response. He stood from the couch, stretching out his mildly sore limbs. He walked towards the fridge, opening it and looking for a quick snack. Finding nothing, he closed the fridge and made his way towards the couch.

His phone vibrated, signifying a notification. Keiji opened his messages, a message from Steve being shown.

Steve: yeah sure!! your place?
6:40pm

Keiji: yeah, my place works just fine
6:41pm

Steve: great! ill be over in about 10 mins
6:41pm

Keiji grinned, stretching out on the couch and grabbing the remote. He turned on a random channel to space out to while he waited for Steve to show up.

*

About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Keiji stood and opened the door, Steve standing there to greet him.

"Hey, Keiji. Hope you're ready for the rest of the night," he whispered seductively.

"I sure am," Keiji said, looking Steve up an down and licking his lips.

Keiji picked up Steve, bringing him to his bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him, pushing the other man onto the bed before kissing him passionately.

Safe to say their night was filled with pleasure.

*

Keiji blinked awake drearily, glancing at the time. 7:02am. He looked to his right, seeing Steve sleeping peacefully beside him. He gently nudged him awake.

"Hey, baby, you gotta get up and go home," Keiji whispered.

"Mhm," Steve mumbled, nuzzling into Keiji's side.

"Seriously, your wife's gonna get worried. Or pissed. Or both," Keiji sighed.

"Okay, okay, I'm getting up," Steve grumbled. He stood and grabbed his clothes off the floor, getting dressed.

"See you tomorrow or later today?" Keiji asked.

"Tomorrow, I have plans with the family today," Steve responded, pulling on his shirt. "Goodbye, Keiji," he said as he walked out of Keiji's house.

Keiji huffed and buried himself back into the blankets, falling asleep once again, as he had nothing else to do for the day.