Chapter 2 - His heart belongs to daddy

Being a single parent is hard. What's even harder is being the single gay father to a distractingly gorgeous 19 year old son.

I have my own landscaping business and Paul, my son, was home for the summer after his first year of college. Paul had been a high school rugby player so he was well built but that summer after a few weeks of helping out with my landscaping; he was developing a body that turned heads. Even the straight guys on my crew would follow him with their eyes while he worked. And it only made things more difficult that he was drop dead handsome and so sweet natured that you wanted to eat him whole.

Things were really feeling weird that summer. Paul was distant and detached, not at all like the boy he'd been before spending time away at college. I was wrestling with the dilemma of whether I should come out as gay to him, now that he was an a.d.u.l.t. We both seemed to walk on eggshells around each other and avoid spending time together.

Like any good parent, I immediately assumed he'd gotten into drugs while he was on his own. So, like any good parent, I searched his room while he wasn't home, raiding all of his secret hiding places that I'd discovered years ago.

I didn't turn up any drugs, thankfully, but I did make some discoveries that troubled me almost as much. In one place under his mattress he had a cache of hardcore gay p.o.r.n magazines. In another secret hiding spot was a dildo and a c.o.c.k ring. My little boy was a grown up suddenly and I found myself wondering if I had somehow influenced his orientation without even knowing it. Things got even more strained around the house after that.

A couple of days later while we were working I mentioned to my employee Phil what I had discovered about Paul. Phil was another middle aged gay guy who was a well known c.o.c.k sucker in our company. Hell, I'd even let him suck me off a few times in the past. It wasn't until after the conversation that I started kicking myself mentally...I had just set my son up as prey to a notorious c.o.c.k hound.

I kept a close eye on Paul and Phil that afternoon. At one point, I asked Paul to try to make some order in our supply shed which was a mess. Before I knew it, I looked up and Phil had disappeared.

I swiftly went to the supply shed and opened the door a crack so that I could peep in.

Paul, his hairless body glistening with sweat, was sitting on a hay bale with his legs spread wide while Phil knelt between them. I've got a pretty big d.i.c.k but the piece of meat in Phil's mouth made me wonder if I might be smaller than my son. As I watched, Phil's lips slid up and down my son's thick shaft while he leant back with a look of ecstasy on his face.

I threw the door open as if I didn't know what was going on while saying, "Paul, do you want to knock off early..."

Phil sprang to his feet and I got another look at the a.s.s buster he'd just been s.u.c.k.i.n.g before Paul raised his legs and wrapped his arms around them. His c.o.c.k was at least the size of mine and probably a bit thicker.

"Phil," I said. "I don't pay you to suck c.o.c.k. Get back to work."

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to quit early and go home and order pizza." I said.

Paul sat there stone still, and then finally looked up at me

.

"I guess you're ashamed of me." he said.

"Because you took advantage of an opportunity to get your d.i.c.k s.u.c.k.e.d? I'd probably be more disturbed if you didn't." I said.

Paul sat there, looking miserable and breaking my heart.

I spread my arms and said, "Come here, son."

Paul hesitated, then jumped up and rushed to me. We wrapped our arms around each other in a warm hug. Unfortunately, I was all too conscious of the big half hard c.o.c.k that was rubbing against my own.

"I could never be ashamed of you, no matter what." I said. "I might get pissed off on a regular basis but I could never get ashamed. You got that?"

"Get your clothes on and let's go home, we've worked enough for one day." I said, breaking our embrace.

Paul's c.o.c.k was back at full stand and I couldn't help stealing glances at it.

"I'll be waiting in the truck." I said, anxious to leave.

I told my crew that I was knocking off and that they were free to go as soon as they cleaned up. Phil was looking at me with a wary eye so I just mimed punching him and then gave him an okay sign and he smiled in return.

During the drive home, Paul and I didn't talk, the wall that had been between us all summer seemingly back in place.

When we reached home Paul flopped down on the sofa, still wearing a sour expression.

"I'm going to go take a shower." I said. "Don't go beating off while I'm in there."

"Ewww! Don't be gross, asshole!" Paul said with the beginning of a smile. That was more like the kid I'd known.

I went in and showered. The whole time, I kept thinking about how Paul's c.o.c.k had looked in Phil's mouth, how it had felt when his hard c.o.c.k had been against me and how his lush buns had felt in my hands. I almost wound up beating off myself.

When I was finished, I wrapped a towel around my waist and hollered down the hallway, "Shower's free if you want it." and then went in and laid down on my bed to rest. A minute or so later I saw Paul pass the door on his way to the shower.

I listened to the water in the pipes and then the slight noises of Paul toweling off. I heard the bathroom door open and then saw him walking past my room, a towel wrapped around his waist like mine.

"Paul, come in here for a minute." I called.

He came in and stood in the doorway looking dejected. I found it hard to believe that such a beautiful young man was my son. As I said, he's drop dead handsome with blue eyes and curly honey colored hair. He was always well built but the physical labor he'd been doing every day had sculpted the muscles in his arms and c.h.e.s.t. He looked like a gay p.o.r.n star and I could feel my c.o.c.k starting to stir, looking at him.

"Why don't you come over here and lay down and tell me what's been bothering you so much?" I asked.

The whole time Paul had been growing up, it had been our special time just before bed when he'd come in and lie on my bed and tell me all of his troubles.

Paul looked exasperated for a moment, and then he came over and jumped on the bed so that he was laying face down, his face buried in the pillow.

"I'm just so f.u.c.k.e.d up." he said. "I think I'm going crazy."

I turned over so that I was facing him and said, "We all feel that way sometime. You know you can tell me anything, what's going on?"

Paul laid there a moment, his whole body tense, and then looked over at me almost defiantly.

"Oh, yeah?" he said. "What if I told you that I think you have a gay son?"

I didn't reply, my mind racing, trying to think what to say.

"See, I knew you'd be grossed out." Paul said.

"Paul," I said, "what if I told you that you've got a gay dad?"

Paul looked at me, emotions playing over his face and finally he said, "No way. I would have known. You don't even look gay. My friend Becky in high school used to call you 'Hot Daddy' and tell me how she was going to **** you to piss me off."

"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I have to wear spandex and collect Barbra Streisand records." I said. "And I purposely made sure that you had no clue, I didn't want to confuse you."

"Yeah, well, good luck with that. I'm totally confused and f.u.c.k.e.d up. I've never even been with another guy. I'm not attracted to guys my own age and I don't know how to approach the older ones, I'm afraid I'll get punched out. That was why I took a chance and let Phil suck on my d.i.c.k today. And I'm so f.u.c.k.e.d up I've got a hard on just talking about it to my own dad."

"A hard on is totally normal." I said. "I've been popping one ever since I saw what was going on, every time I think about it."

I drew the towel away so that my big erection flopped out.

Paul looked down at my hard c.o.c.k and after a minute he said, "Wow, you've got a really big d.i.c.k."

"I'll take that as a compliment after seeing that monster you were feeding Phil." I said.

I rolled onto my back and Paul raised himself to examine my d.i.c.k.

"I think we're just about the same size, actually." he said.

He rolled onto his side and I got my first real look at his gorgeous hard c.o.c.k. He did look about the same length as mine but seemed fatter. His fat c.o.c.k head was shaped like a peach with a deep groove coming down from his piss hole to his fat shaft. I could see thick veins running up either side of his shaft, pulsing with his heart beat.

"I still think you're bigger." I said.

"Only one way to find out." Paul said and got up and climbed between my legs so that his c.o.c.k lay on top of mine and our balls rubbed against each other's. He reached down and grasped our two c.o.c.ks in his fist and said, "See, almost exactly the same."

I had placed my hands on the sides of his torso and he looked down at me beneath him, and then lowered his lips to mine. He kissed me for a moment, then abruptly drew back and murmured. "Sorry, I guess I got carried away."

"I'm not sorry." I said. "You're a damned good kisser."

I wrapped my arms around him and drew him down so that I could kiss him in return. His lips opened and his mouth ground against mine and I felt his tongue slowly snake into my mouth. We lay there for I don't know how long, our mouths devouring each other and our steely c.o.c.ks grinding together.

Finally, Paul drew away and said, "F.u.c.k, now you must think I'm a total pervert."

"Then what does that make me?" I replied. "Whatever you are, I'm glad."

Paul rolled over to lie beside me and I ran my hands over his smooth c.h.e.s.t and tight stomach and then reached down and grasped his hard d.i.c.k.

"So, did you like having Phil suck your c.o.c.k?" I asked.

"It was fantastic." Paul said. "That was my first time ever. It was really great until some bastard interrupted." He was looking at me from the corners of his eyes, smirking.

"I guess that wasn't really fair." I said. "I'll have to make it up to you."

I climbed over and lay face down between Paul's legs, his magnificent c.o.c.k and balls in front of my face.

His heavy balls were relaxed in his meaty sack and their weight pulled them down so that they almost covered his a.s.s hole. I stuck my tongue out and licked one and watched as they retracted in the sack, then released and fell down again. I licked each in turn, fascinated by their movement, and then finally took one of them into my mouth. Paul's c.o.c.k was so hard it was almost standing perpendicular to his abdomen.

I s.u.c.k.e.d his big ball, then let it pop out of my lips and s.u.c.k.e.d up the other one. Paul was squirming, grinding his a.s.s from side to side. Using my hand, I forced both of his huge nuts into my mouth and s.u.c.k.e.d on them.

"Jesus, I feel like I'm going to c.u.m and you haven't even touched my d.i.c.k yet." Paul said.

I let his balls slowly pop out of my mouth one at a time, watching his body jolt as they sprang back.

"Not so fast," I said, "no c.u.m.m.i.n.g till I say so."

I started at the crease under his heavy sack and ran my tongue upwards, over his balls and the long underside of his c.o.c.k until I hit his piss hole. Clear prec.u.m was bubbling out of his slit and I lapped it up, digging my tongue into his c.o.c.k head to get every drop. Paul was breathing hard from the sensation.

I closed my mouth around the massive c.o.c.k head and Paul let out a long exhalation saying, "Oh, fuuuuuck!"

I let his c.o.c.k slowly slide into my mouth and down my tight throat, Paul rolling his head from side to side on the pillow. I f.u.c.k.e.d his c.o.c.k with my mouth, drawing up on the shaft till I just had the head in my mouth, and then slowly sinking it deep into my throat. After a few trips up and down, Paul started bucking his h.i.p.s up to meet me. I slowly slid my mouth up his c.o.c.k, licked the new prec.u.m out of his piss hole and then slid my lips down the underside of his fat shaft till I was back at his balls. I licked at them again a few times, then put my hands under his knees and lifted his legs up and back so that his a.s.s spread wide before me. His a.s.s crack was as hairless as the rest of his body and in the center his puckered hole looked like a piece of candy waiting to be devoured. I licked up one side of his a.s.s crack and down the other, over and over while he squirmed.

Finally, when I knew he was at maximum sensitivity, I stuck out my tongue and lapped at his tight hole. I loved watching it pucker so tight it almost disappeared each time I tongued it.

Paul was m.o.a.ning, his h.i.p.s bucking to meet my tongue and I hardened my tongue to a point and speared it into his beautiful a.s.s ring. His whole body stiffened and I watched him tense and relax each time my tongue f.u.c.k.e.d his hole. His massive balls were drawn tight up against his c.o.c.k in their sack and I knew he was going to c.u.m soon.

I let his legs down and clamped my mouth over his c.o.c.k and bobbed my mouth up and down on his delicious meat while I used one finger to stroke his spit slick a.s.s hole. His h.i.p.s were rising involuntarily to meet my hot mouth and in only a minute I felt his c.o.c.k stiffen and swell and the first forceful jet of juice spray out of his piss hole.

I clamped my hand around the base of his c.o.c.k and s.u.c.k.e.d as hard as I could on his c.o.c.k head, s.u.c.k.i.n.g the c.u.m out of his channel as it left his balls. He was bucking like a wild man and m.o.a.ning, feeding me his sweet essence.

Finally, the c.u.m geyser in my mouth stopped spurting and I laid my head on his t.h.i.g.h, nursing his c.o.c.k in my mouth until it finally went soft and I'd swallowed every drop of his c.u.m.

"Now, that's what you call a blowjob." I said. "And it was a lot better one than Phil would have given you, if I do say so myself."

Paul was lying there immobile, drained in more ways than one. I rolled him over and slapped him on the a.s.s and said, "Wow, I really worked up an appetite. You have to call for pizza since I've done all the work up till now."

I pushed him over on the bed till he had to get up or fall and watched as he literally staggered out of the room.

"Have them bring some beer, too." I hollered as I heard him punching the numbers into his phone.

After a few minutes I got up and went into the living room where Paul was sitting nude on the sofa.

"I guess that was a really bad thing we did." he said.

"Does it feel like a bad thing?" I asked.

"No, that's what's so f.u.c.k.e.d up. It feels like the best thing that ever happened to me." he replied.

"It feels that way for me, too. If other people have a problem with it, f.u.c.k'em if they can't take a joke."

"You don't feel bad about it, now?" he asked.

"I loved making you feel good." I said, reaching for his c.o.c.k and letting the meaty column rest in my palm. "I loved s.u.c.k.i.n.g your c.o.c.k and I'll do it again any time you want."

"Jeeze, dad!" he said. "I'm the teenager. You're supposed to be over s.e.x by now." I noticed that his c.o.c.k was starting to come to life in my hand.

"Like hell." I replied. "Besides, I was suddenly seduced back into the habit."

Just then, the doorbell rang and I jumped up and peeped through the blinds. It was the pizza delivery, an older guy who had delivered to me before and who was seriously c.o.c.k eyed, burning a hole in my crotch every time. I figured he was a part-timer in it for spending money.

"It's our pizza." I said. "Answer the door and give him a show."

Paul looked shocked for a moment but then he got up and answered the door. He opened it only partially so that the guy could see he was probably nude, and then let it swing all of the way as he took the pizza and the beers. The poor guy looked like he might faint, his eyes never leaving my son's beautiful enormous c.o.c.k.

"I wish I didn't need this job." he said. "I'd love to stay and hang out here."

He actually licked his lips and I stepped up beside Paul, my c.o.c.k as prominently on display.

"Are you coming on to my son, sir?" I asked in a stern voice.

"No, I was just. I just meant. I was saying." he said, fl.u.s.tered and blushing.

"Oh, there's something wrong with my son? You think he's ugly?"

I dr.a.p.ed one arm over Paul's shoulders so that we were standing side by side.

"No, that's not what I meant." he said, recovering some self possession. His eyes were pinballing back and forth from Paul's c.o.c.k to mine. "I meant he's really hot. You're both really hot. I wish I could stay and show you how hot I think you are."

"Show us your a.s.s." I said. Paul looked over at me, totally shocked this time.

"My son has never f.u.c.k.e.d a guy's b.u.t.t before. You could be his first."

"Right here and now? What if somebody sees me?" he replied.

"Well, if you're not interested....." Paul said, getting in on the act.

The pizza guy whirled around and almost tore the button off of his waistband as he dropped his pants. He had a cute, chubby a.s.s, just right for f.u.c.k.i.n.g.

"What do you think?" I asked Paul.

"Maybe if you f.u.c.k.e.d him first while he s.u.c.k.e.d my c.o.c.k." Paul replied.

The pizza guy pulled up his pants and turned around and said, "And then I could suck your c.o.c.k while he f.u.c.k.e.d me, too."

I reached for the bill and when he handed it to me I indicated his pen, which he also handed over and I wrote our telephone number on back of the bill and then handed it back to him with the charges.

"Give us a call when you have an off night." I said. "And next time, you'll get more than a tip. You'll get two shafts, too."

"Yes, sir!" he said as I closed the door.

I turned to Paul who was stifling a laugh and said, "That, my dear son is how you get laid."

We ate our pizza and beers, lolling on the sofa and admiring each other's bodies and c.o.c.ks, both of us knowing that the evening was far from over.

When we had both eaten our fill I said, "Why don't you sleep in my bed tonight?"

"So you can force me to commit unnatural acts?" Paul asked. "Okay, but only if you promise to."

"Let's leave the clean up for the morning." I said. "Those unnatural acts sound intriguing."

Paul and I got up and walked down the hall to my bedroom and I found myself thrilled that as we walked, Paul's hand found its way to my b.u.t.t and then into my crack to finger my hole.

I lay down on the bed and Paul snuggled up beside me, his head resting on my shoulder. I reached down and played with his beautiful c.o.c.k and it started to stiffen again.

"So you like the way your old man sucks c.o.c.k?" I asked.

"It was fantastic. Everything was fantastic. When I felt your tongue on my a.s.s I almost shot a load right then."

I moved my hand down between his legs so that I could finger his a.s.s hole.

"Do you ever play with this while you're beating off?" I said.

Paul blushed and the said in a sheepish voice, "I must be really sick, I even bought a dildo to f.u.c.k myself with."

I rolled over and reached under the bed and retrieved the brief case I keep there. I sat it on the bed and opened it. Inside, there were at least half a dozen dildos in various shapes and sizes, a couple of c.o.c.k rings and a pair of tit clamps.

"You mean something like these? I guess you inherited being a sicky from me." I said.

Paul sat up and looked at the objects in the case. I picked up the one that was closest to the dildo I had found hidden in his room and said, "This is my favorite. It really hit's the right spots in my a.s.s."

Paul picked up another one that was shaped with several bulges and indentations regularly placed on the shaft.

"That feels fantastic; especially if you pull it all the way out while you're c.u.m.m.i.n.g." I said. "You can use these any time you want. I think I'll use my favorite right now."

I pulled a tube of lube out of the case and smeared it over the fake c.o.c.k.

"Let me put it in." Paul said.

I pulled my legs up, bent at the knees so that my a.s.s was spread open in front of him after I handed him the dildo. My c.o.c.k was hard and glued to my belly, anticipating what was to come. I noticed that Paul's c.o.c.k was totally erect, too.

"Man, you've got a really hot looking little a.s.s hole." Paul said.

"Lube my hole up for me." I said.

Paul squeezed a gob of lube onto his fingers and I felt him rubbing it into my a.s.s crack.

"Put some inside." I said and I felt Paul's slick fingers on my hole and then one slipping inside me.

"It's really hot inside there." Paul said.

"Put two fingers in me." I replied and I felt another finger enter me and then feeling around the velvety walls. My c.o.c.k felt so hard it was numb.

Paul withdrew his fingers and I felt the head of the dildo poised against my a.s.s hole. Paul began to press and I felt my hole spreading open.

"Not too fast." I said.

He kept up the steady pressure and I felt my a.s.s ring snap around the head of the dildo.

"The head's in, that's always the hard part." I said. "Slide the rest in slow and then f.u.c.k my a.s.s with it."

"Man, this is so hot watching your a.s.s eat this." Paul said as he slid the dildo in and out of my a.s.s. My c.o.c.k was leaking prec.u.m all over my belly.

"Now let me do you." I said.

I reached down and grasped the dildo and slid it into my a.s.s all the way to the base where there was a handy indentation so that my a.s.s ring muscle would hold it in place. It was banging against my prostate as I sat up and grabbed the dildo that Paul had admired earlier.

"Feel up to trying this on for size?" I asked.

Paul responded by assuming the position I had been in earlier, legs raised and a.s.s spread. His little pucker looked even more beautiful than it had earlier and I couldn't resist bending my head down and kissing his a.s.s opening. I had always loved my son but I think I fell in love with him right then, looking at him opening his gorgeous a.s.s to me. I lubed up the shaped dildo and then I lubed his a.s.s, loving the way my fingers looked and felt inside his hole. I then placed the head of the shaped dildo against his hole and pressed it in, practically shooting my load as I watched his a.s.s ring open and the dildo slide inside then close around the first indentation. I pushed forward again and another of the bulges disappeared in his hole as his a.s.s hole puckered around the next indentation.

"How are you doing, sport?" I asked him.

"That feels so incredible when my a.s.s hole dilates and then shrinks back down." he said.

I kept the pressure up and soon the whole shaft was buried in his a.s.s. I slowly started backing it out, watching his a.s.s hole expand and contract against it.

"Lie on your side and raise your leg." I told him and then I assumed the same position but with my head to his feet so that we both had access to the dildo buried in the other's a.s.s. Paul caught on immediately and I felt him start f.u.c.k.i.n.g the dildo in and out of my hole while stroking my c.o.c.k with his other hand. I couldn't resist grabbing his c.o.c.k by the base and popping the head in my mouth as I dildoed his hole.

"Wait!" Paul said after a few minutes. "Can I try something?"

"Anything, anytime son." I replied.

Paul got up onto his knees, the dildo slipping out of his a.s.s and grabbed the tube of lubricant. He squeezed out a big gob and started coating my c.o.c.k with it as he pushed me over to lie flat on my back. I knew what was coming.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked him and instead of replying he threw his leg over my h.i.p.s and I felt my c.o.c.k head nudging against his a.s.s pucker.

"I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have open my hole up for the first time." Paul replied as he lowered his weight onto my c.o.c.k.

His tight hole slowly opened around my c.o.c.k head. Paul paused, adjusting to the intruder in his a.s.s and then slowly lowered himself onto my c.o.c.k. From where I was laying I had a perfect view of my d.i.c.k disappearing inch by slow inch in his hole. At last, my c.o.c.k was fully engulfed and Paul was sitting on my body, his hard c.o.c.k throbbing. He shifted his a.s.s so that my c.o.c.k rubbed the walls of his f.u.c.k chute, a sensation like hot velvet on my d.i.c.k.

"You feel so good inside me." Paul said, leaning forward to kiss me.

With him bent forward I slowly started to thrust up into his tight hole and he responded by kissing me harder, his tongue exploring my mouth and s.u.c.k.i.n.g my own tongue.

It was too much and too hot. I grabbed his body and rolled him over so that I was on top of him and began to truly f.u.c.k him, his legs around my waist and his arms wrapped around my body. His a.s.s was entirely open to me, my c.o.c.k sliding in and out of him without resistance, my balls slapping his a.s.s each time I thrust into him. His legs were climbing my torso seeking to open his a.s.s more and higher to get more of my c.o.c.k inside him while his mouth almost violently devoured my own.

I felt the beginning of o.r.g.a.s.m stirring in my balls and I slowed down and then lay on top of him, my c.o.c.k in his a.s.s to my balls.

"Why did you stop?" he asked.

"Time for something new." I replied.

I slowly withdrew my c.o.c.k from his clutching a.s.s hole, and then on all fours I turned to him with my a.s.s in the air.

"Time for your first a.s.s f.u.c.k.i.n.g." I said. "Let me feel that beautiful d.i.c.k inside me."

He jumped up and positioned himself behind me while he lubed his c.o.c.k, then he spread my cheeks and I felt him removing the dildo that was still held deep in my hole. He slid it out of me and I immediately felt his broad c.o.c.k head pressing against my open hole. My a.s.s was starving for his c.o.c.k and I pushed back on him to hurry his entry. In a matter of seconds his fat meat was buried full length inside of my a.s.s.

"Your a.s.s is so hot inside; I can feel it all over my c.o.c.k. And it feels so smooth and tight, not at all what I expected."

"It's all yours, baby," I said, "f.u.c.k me like you own me."

He started slow, his h.i.p.s slapping against my a.s.s. I clamped my a.s.s muscles around his c.o.c.k wanting him to feel every possible p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e inside of me. He started to f.u.c.k me harder with longer strokes and I couldn't believe how good it felt.

"You're a natural." I said. "I don't think I've ever had a better f.u.c.k." His tempo sped up and his h.i.p.s slammed against my open a.s.s.

"Don't c.u.m!" I said. "Stop before you can't resist shooting."

He slowed down, sliding his c.o.c.k into my a.s.s in smooth thrusts and finally just stayed still with his big meat inside me.

"Time to flip again." I said and I felt him withdrawing his c.o.c.k from my hungry hole.

He lay down on his back again and raised his legs so that his reddened hole was waiting for my c.o.c.k. I thrust myself inside of his impossibly sweet a.s.s, feeling the moist warmth of his body c.a.r.e.s.s my c.o.c.k.

"We can go on like this all night if you want to." I said.

"What I really want is for you to c.u.m inside me." he replied. "I want to feel like my a.s.s belongs to you."

I started to f.u.c.k him, trying to last as long as possible but that wasn't very long. As my c.o.c.k pistoned in and out of his delicious hole, his hands ranged over my body and he kissed me deep and long. I felt his hands c.a.r.e.s.sing my a.s.s cheeks, drawing me into his body as deeply as possible. Then, his fingers strayed into my a.s.s crack and I felt him fingering my freshly f.u.c.k.e.d hole. His finger entered me and I knew it was all over.

Thrusting my c.o.c.k as far as I could into his tight a.s.s, my balls tightened and I felt my juice climbing the tube inside my c.o.c.k and spewing into my son's a.s.s.

"I can feel it!" he said. "I can feel your c.u.m squirting inside of me."

As soon as my last shot had fired, I withdrew my c.o.c.k from his hole and lay down on my back with my legs raised.

"Quick," I said, "shoot your load in my ass!"

He climbed aboard, his c.o.c.k sliding into me like a knife through butter and pounded his h.i.p.s against my a.s.s. It only took a minute and I felt my beautiful boy's c.o.c.k stiffen and swell and his v.i.r.g.i.nal juice sprayed the walls of my a.s.s. I tightened my hole, striving to draw every drop out of his balls and into my body.

He collapsed on top of me and I kissed his face and neck as his c.o.c.k gradually softened and slid from my hole.

He lay in my arms and just before we both drifted off to sleep he asked, "Is it going to be that good every time?"

"F.u.c.k., let's hope so." I replied.

In the night I awoke to a delicious sensation in my c.o.c.k and I looked down at a tousled head of honey colored curls bouncing up and down on my d.i.c.k.

"Am I being r.a.p.ed?" I asked.

"I never did get to taste your c.u.m, yet." he replied.

For a novice c.o.c.ksucker, he displayed uncanny skill and it only seemed like a minute until I felt my balls retract and my juice shooting into his gulping mouth. He swallowed every bit of my c.u.m and then crawled back up into my arms. When he kissed me, I could taste my c.u.m on his tongue.

"This is going to be the best summer ever." he sighed.

The next morning we were almost late for work because how could anyone in their right mind resist s.u.c.k.i.n.g a load out of Paul's c.o.c.k as he stepped out of the shower?

When we finally got in, Phil was waiting in the office.

"Are you still pissed at me?" he asked.

"Yep, and I'm going to make you pay for it." I said. "When the rest of the crew goes to lunch, I want you here in the office with us."

"Yeah," Paul said, reaching down and shifting the half hard c.o.c.k in my pants, "we both packed your lunch today."

"Yummy, a father son dinner! I haven't had one of those in a long time. I hope I have time to get seconds on both courses."