As I walked past the construction site, I had an idea to surprise my father. It had been a year since I last visited his house or saw him. So, I paid the taxi driver and got out with my suitcase, heading towards the construction site where my father was overseeing the building of a mansion. There were many workers of all races laboring, all of them drenched in sweat and shirtless due to the heat. Suddenly, a man with a large white mustache asked me what I wanted. I told him I was the son of Mr. Ramírez. He looked at me with a surprised expression, unaware that my father had a son as young as me. Do you know why you're here? I was absorbed in looking at the large package of that worker. He smiled and touched his package. You like cocks, don't you?... from what I see... I turned red with a terrible erection. My sexuality was awakening, and I was hard all day. The worker touched my cock and said, Good tool for someone as young as you are. I smiled.

Well, come on, let's go see your father, you'll see the surprise he's going to get. He took me through the beams and cement to a small house that served as my father's office. Before entering, come, look quietly through the window without him seeing you, and you'll see how your father works. I nodded and carefully looked through the window. What I saw left me amazed, and I stepped back from the window. What's wrong, don't you like what you see? Don't lie to me, it's obvious you're hard. I looked at him and went back to looking through the window. There was my father, a strong and hairy man, almost two meters tall, on all fours, sucking the feet of five workers who were seated. Do you like how my feet taste, you whore? Like that, clean them well, I haven't showered in a week, and they're itching. My father just nodded and licked those filthy feet, almost black from the dirt they had. Are you a good whore, faggot? Yes, sir, I'm your whore for everything you want. And they all laughed at him while kicking him to the ground.

Get on your knees, whore, I want to see that ass. He was the youngest of all, about 18 years old, and was refreshing himself by drinking from a liter bottle of Coca-Cola. He looked like a Gypsy. My father got on all fours.

Open your ass and show me that cunt, whore. My father put his face to the ground, brought his hands to his ass, and opened his hairy crack. From where I was, I could see his large anus perfectly. Damn, dude, it looks like a cow's cunt. Open it wide. And my father put a finger from each hand in his ass and opened it even more. The shock, said the Gypsy. I'm sure this will come out, and he thrust the liter bottle in with a single blow. My father let out a scream, and tears of pain sprang to his eyes. The workers nearby laughed, the boss is at it again, being a whore. Does it feel good, whore, asked a Moroccan with a beard and very hairy while kicking my father's ass. Yes, I love it. Give me more, harder. They all laughed and insulted him. The m...