Chase is a good kid. Maybe too good. I was always getting into trouble at his age. But Chase? He studies hard, gets straight As, never talks back.
Maybe his Mom and I are too strict with him. Or too serious. Maybe we seem too focused on achievement and we don’t show the fun, the play, the mess, the mistakes that make a full life.
Honestly, I don’t know what drives him to perfection. But the kid is pretty damn perfect.
Maybe that’s why I was so happy when Chase told me he was gay. It was a crack in his armor. The kid was finally becoming real. He showed vulnerability. For once he was more than a do-gooder straight-A student and a baseball star. He was a real kid, with worries, wants, desires.
His being gay didn’t throw me, even though some straight guys can get really weird about it. I fucked a ton of pussy before marrying his mother, but I had also fooled around with guys a couple of times too. I mean, when someone is drooling for your cock, why wouldn’t you just whip it out and go for your nut? But by the time I settled down, his mother was the only one I wanted. And whenever I get tempted for something more, it comes in the form of a great rack or a nice juicy pussy I can sink my teeth into. You know?
I told Chase that I loved and supported him. His being gay didn’t matter to me a bit. But I insisted on meeting his boyfriend when he got one. A dad has to look out for his kids.
Only Chase never brought anyone home. No dates, no talking about crushes… It’s like he confessed to being gay and then forgot about it. He went back to being an academic grind and star athlete. Eventually I had to say something.
“Come on, son. You’re almost out of high school. Aren’t you going to date, sow your oats, get some experience before college?”
Seriously, I was starting to worry about the kid.
“Chase, that’s not normal. Unless you’re asexual or something. Which is OK too. I just want to make sure you’re not putting so much pressure on yourself that you forget to experience life.”
“I do plan to experience it, Dad. It’s just—“
“No. It’s too hard fur me to say.”
“Tell me, Chase. You can tell me anything.”
He sighed. “OK. I…” He stumbled for words. I put a hand on his shoulder.
“I… I don’t really like the guys at school.”
“OK. Maybe you should get out more, meet guys from another school. I’m sure that social media would—“
“I don’t want to meet guys from another school.”
“Then who are you going to meet?”
The silence hung between us. I wasn’t sure what he meant.
“I knew I shouldn’t say anything.” He turned his head and looked down at the floor.
“Chase. It’s fine. Like what, you like college boys or something? I get that. I dated a college girl when I was finishing high school. I always felt like a real stud that she wanted to be with me. That kind of thing is pretty normal.”
“No. It’s not that. Like older.”
“Like around your age.” He blushed something fierce and turned away.
“Chase…Chase. It’s OK. I mean, yeah, that makes me worry a bit, maybe. I don’t want you to get taken advantage of. But we all like what we like. Have you…have you been with someone like that?”
“No!” he blurted. “I mean, I’d like to. But they’re all worried about getting in trouble.”
“Dad, I don’t know if I can wait that long. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to explode.”
Aw. The poor kid. I pulled him into a big hug.
“It’s OK. You’re OK. It’s not a big deal. You’ll find someone. Sometime. And it will be fine.”
“Because I’ve kind of found someone. But he won’t do it if my parents would be mad about it.” Chase looked at me with a serious face. Pleading eyes.
Chase looked at his feet for a minute and then he started to talk. He had been texting with a guy, an older guy, who he thought was hot. The guy was into him too. They had been texting. It hadn’t gone anywhere yet, but they both wanted it to.
“You think he’s an OK guy?” I asked. “A quality guy? He’s not the kind who would hurt you?”
Chase nodded and then he told me. “Actually, you know him.”
I furrowed my brow. Greg? Greg who?
Jesus. Greg Bennet. One of the guys at my firm.
Greg Bennet was mid-40s, a hyper competitive trial lawyer. He was the kind of guy who made a bundle every year but he was happiest when he knew he was making more than you.
I wouldn’t say we were close. I had a grudging respect for the guy. He was a damn good lawyer and an even better golf player. But we’re not close pals. We’d banter a bit, but I kept my distance. I’d rather not be laughing at his jokes just to one day find a knife in my back. Greg Bennet. What did Chase see in a guy like that?
Greg was handsome, sure. And he had some kind of sex appeal, I suppose. He had banged half the secretaries at the firm and more than a few of my colleagues’ wives. Women were always throwing themselves at him.
So maybe it was physical. And maybe the attitude too. All those alpha, top-dog behaviors that annoyed me at work were the kind of thing that made some people cream their panties. Maybe Chase was like that too.
Well, look. Greg Bennet is not the guy I’d chose for my son to give up his cherry to, but it’s not really my choice, is it?
I knew Greg would follow through on it if I gave my blessing. As much as Greg loved women, that horndog was happy to nail some guys too. Whenever I’d catch one of the male interns crying in the bathroom I had a pretty good idea of who to blame. And I’d seen Greg in action on a business trip, when we both got drunk at the hotel bar and he started telling me about Grindr.
“It’s so easy, dude. You just post a profile saying ‘Straight Married Cock’ and in two minutes you’ll have all the BJ offers you can handle.” He opened his phone and pulled up the app. It started pinging right away. And 20 minutes later we were up in his hotel room with a pair of guys going down on us. It was probably the best BJ of my life, to be honest. Def would recommend.
When I looked over to thank Greg for the idea, I knew my words wouldn’t even get through. His eyes had gone glassy, he was lost in the moment of fucking the guy’s tight, young ass. Greg was an animal.
Reluctantly, I gave Chase the go-ahead to make it with Greg. But I insisted they do it at the house. I wanted to be there—for safety, security. I wanted to make sure Greg didn’t try anything unwelcome. And if Chase changed his mind at any point, if he wanted Greg out, I was willing to make him leave.
The meetup was set for the next Saturday. During the whole week at work Greg and I went about our business. We didn’t acknowledge what was going to happen or that both of us knew about it. Not until Friday afternoon. We were in the bathroom, standing side by side and pissing at the urinals. Greg leaned over and said in a low voice, “It’s cool that you’re cool, Webber. About this weekend.”
“I mean, seeing Chase grow up has been one thing. Like a beautiful flower. But to be the one to actually pluck that blossom—“
“Shut the fuck up, Bennet!” I grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the wall.
“Hey, hey, relax. I thought you said this was all OK.”
“It is OK. It’s Chase’s choice and I’m not going to block it. But that doesn’t mean that I want to hear about it.”
I did not feel fucking chill.
I got Susan out of the house for a girls night. Chase would have his privacy. She didn’t need to know about it. This felt like something only a father could understand.
I knocked on Chase’s door. I opened it and peered in. He’d cleaned up his room and made his bed. The overhead light was off. The lamp on his nightstand bathed Chase in a soft glow. He looked young and sweet, angelic.
“You still OK with this, buddy? You can call it off if you want.”
“No way.” Then he added softly, “I’ve waited for this a long time.” His mood was both serious and eager. I hoped he wouldn’t get his heart all tangled up in this encounter.
“I know, buddy. I understand.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out some condoms.
“Here. Make sure you use these.”
“I know. But I’ve got it.” He opened the drawer on his nightstand and showed me a pile of condoms and a tube of lubricant. Of course. I hadn’t thought about that. Pussy is self-lubing but Chase would need something more.
“OK, good. Glad you’ve thought about all that.” I put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “I’ll be downstairs. You call me if you need anything.”
The doorbell rang. We looked at each other. It wasn’t too late to back, for Chase to change his mind. But he just smiled, giving me a big goofy grin. His expression was the same as on his tenth birthday when we set down a triple-decker chocolate cake in front of him.
“I’ll get the door and bring him up to you.”
I let Greg in. He was in an old T-shirt and his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his sweatpants.
“Happy Saturday, Webber. Sorry not to dress up a little more. I told the wife I was going to the gym.” What a rat.
“I don’t think it matters.”
“Not when it’s coming right off, huh?” He slapped my arm and stepped into the house.“You heading out for a bit?”
“No. I’m going to stay. I’ll be downstairs in case Chase needs anything.”
We started up the stairs. I stopped him halfway up.
“He’s a good kid, Greg. Don’t fuck him up.”
“Of course not, pal.” He put his arm around me. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
We were in no way pals, but I trusted that he would honor the code. Men will be men and we all get our rocks off. But you don’t fuck up another man’s family.
I opened the door to Chase’s room.
“Hey,” Greg replied in his low baritone.
They stared at each other. I felt like I had disappeared from the scene. It was as if they no longer knew I was there.
“You like great,” Greg continued. Chase had put on a blue shirt that brought out his eyes. His tight jeans showed off the muscles in his legs.
“Wow,” Chase said. “I’ve never seen you not in a suit.”
“You look good. I can tell you work out.”
Chase stood up from the bed and walked over to Greg. This was my cue to leave. But I found it hard to move. Chase put a hand on Greg’s chest. He rubbed at Greg’s pecs. “You must bench a ton.”
“Always 15 pounds more than the guy next to me,” Greg chuckled. Competitive fuck. I really had to get out of here.
“OK. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
I closed the door and went down. I grabbed a beer and put on the game. I watched for maybe five minutes before I thought I heard something. I put the TV on mute but there was just silence from upstairs. No call for help. OK. They were probably just talking. Maybe kissing. I hoped there would be kissing. Chase’s first time should be tender, enjoyable.
The beer went down fast as I watched the game on silent and kept an ear out for any signs of trouble. Thankfully there were none.
I got another beer and I heard a thud from upstairs. I tensed up. I listened. But there was no call for help. Then there was another thud. I took a swig of the beer. More thuds. Some moaning.
I saw Greg fuck that Grindr boy two years ago, so I had a pretty good idea of what he was doing to Chase. I squirmed uncomfortably in the recliner. More moans. A slap. My underwear felt tight.
A voice cried out. Chase’s. I stood up and listened with concern. Chase cried out again. “Yes, yes,” he whimpered. Oh. OK. He was OK.
But I was not. I rubbed at my pants, trying to push everything down. The sex noises had me going. It was like some kind of reflex, like a Pavlovian response to porn.
Voices rose, from both of them. Banging echoed down through the ceiling. Jesus. They were really going at it. I drank more beer. I tried to watch the game. It was hard to concentrate.
I drained the beer. I heard more banging and then a thud. Finally the sounds died down. My dick did too. Good.
Five minutes later I heard footsteps on the stairs and then Greg bounded into view. He he was straightening his T-shirt and smoothing out his hair.
“Hey, Webber. That was great. Your boy had fun. I did too.”
“Listen, I gotta run. But I’m happy to come back anytime. Help poor Chase scratch that itch.
STOP TALKING, I fumed internally. But I kept myself under control. “We’ll see.”
“Have a good weekend, man.” And then he was out.
I glanced at my watch. Six minutes since the last sounds. The guy fucks my son, takes his cherry, and he’s out within a few a minutes. No cuddles, no care.
I went upstairs to check on Chase.
“Hey, son.” I knocked on the door.
Chase was naked in the bed, a sheet pulled up over him. He looked vulnerable.
“Did it work out the way you wanted?”
“Hell yeah! That was really awesome. Greg is really hot.” Chad looked at me, then cast his eyes down. “Sorry.”
“Sorry if that’s too much. I mean, you probably don’t want to hear about all that.”
“It’s fine, Chase. You can say what you want to about it. This was your first time. I get that you may want to process it a little. Do you want to call a friend or something?”
He shook his head. “Can I just tell you?”
“If that’s what you prefer.”
He talked excitedly. It went great, everything was just what Chase wanted. He was really turned on to be with an older man, to put himself in experienced hands. To feel someone make his body come alive. Greg’s dick was big but it felt really good in his hands, in his mouth. That made it easy to move on to fucking. Chase was very eager for that.
“So he did fuck you, then.”
“Yeah.” Chase smiled real big. “I was nervous at the start, but really turned on too. And then Greg got in there with his tongue and that loosened me up. Then he pushed it inside me pretty easy, almost like it was nothing. It was the best feeling, Dad. This big, older guy laying on top of me and putting it in.”
I shifted on my feet. I was tenting again. Chase saw.
I looked away. “Sorry. Sex talk gets me going sometimes. It’ll come down.”
“It’s OK. Doesn’t bother me.”
Chase went on, narrating the event. How it started slow and then built up. How excited he got when he felt Greg’s balls slap against his ass.
“I know I yelled a few times. Calling out. Could you hear it?”
“Good thing Mom wasn’t here. But I’m glad you were.”
Chase stared at me. I looked back at him. My boy, naked in his bed and freshly fucked by an older man. I felt…I felt a lot of things that I didn’t fully understand.
“You don’t look fine.” He threw off the sheet and stood up from the bed. He walked over to me.
“You look tense. Are you mad that we did this?”
“No. I’m glad you got what you wanted.”
“Yeah. Greg is really hot. And we had really good chemistry. Only…”
Chase was just a few inches away. Tension hung in the air.
“Only what?” I finally managed to say. My mouth felt dry.
“Only I had always imagined it with a guy with a beard. Like kissing a guy and feeling his beard on my cheek.”
Greg didn’t have a beard. I did.
Chase put his hand on my arm. Goosebumps shot up, all the way to my shoulders. Then his lips were on mine. And he was kissing me. Just a little peck at first, and then it melted into a long, soft kiss.
“Wow,” he said. “That felt great.”
I looked at him. I saw the desire in his eyes. And my own reflected right back at me.
We kissed again. Chase pulled my hands around his waist. I held him tight and we kissed. Our bodies pressed together for several long minutes.
“Chase,” I whispered. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“It’s not about what I want. It’s that I’m your Dad.”
He kissed me again. I kissed back, probing his young, sweet mouth with my tongue. My cock strained in my pants. Chase ran his fingers along the back of my neck.
I gave in. I squeezed him to me. Chase’s tight little body quivered with need, a need that Greg had not fully satisfied.
One my hands slid down and cupped his butt cheek. So soft, so round. He turned his head and rubbed his smooth cheek against my beard. He covered my neck in tiny kisses.
I picked Chase up and carried him over to the bed. I laid him on his back and looked down at him.
“Take off your shirt. Please,” Chase urged. “I want to see the hair on your chest.”
I stripped off my shirt. Chase ran his hands over me. He played with the hair, kissed my nipples, stroked the fur on my belly.
“Chase, are you sure about this?”
The kid nodded solemnly. His hands worked the buckle and got it open. My cock strained against the fabric. He undid the button. Took down my zipper. And then Chase buried his face in my crotch.
He mouthed my cock through the fabric as if he was afraid to do anything more. And maybe this should be good enough, for him to feel the shape and length of his Dad’s cock through the cloth. Maybe that was enough for him.
But it wasn’t enough for me. I pulled my cock free.
He gasped. Maybe Chase never expected to see it. But now it was right there, bobbing in front of his eyes. Inviting him.
Chase took me into his mouth. I closed my eyes. Then I let my boy give me the sweetest, softest blowjob I’d had since my college days.
He was unhurried. Worshipful. My cock stayed in his mouth while his hands roamed my body. Energy flowed between us in a closed loop. My cock to his mouth, mouth down into his torso, torso out to his arms and hands, from his hands into my chest, and dropping back down to pelvis, powering my cock further.
It was amazing. But after several long minutes I pulled him off.
“We gotta stop, Chase. Or I’m gonna blow.”
“OK.” He looked up at me. His eyes were wide. “Do you want to see, Dad? Do you want to see everything he saw?”
Chase rolled back. He raised his legs. He put his hands on his cheeks and spread them, showing me his hole. It was freshly fucked and still a little red from that adventure. But my boy was new, tight. Everything had closed up again.
“It felt so good when he put his dick in me, Dad.” Chase stuck a finger in his mouth then rubbed it around the edge of his hole. The pucker began to relax a bit, to loosen.
I watched, fascinated. Chase stared back. His eyes focused on my iron-hard cock. He worked his finger against his hole.
There was a squishing noise. His hole burped out a wad. It puddled onto the sheets below. A thin string hung down, bridging his hole and the load below.
“Jesus, Chase. What is that?” But I knew.
“The idea was to lose my virginity.”
“But he came inside you? Without a condom?”
“I wanted to feel it, Dad.”
I climbed up on the bed and ran my fingers through the puddle. Good God. Another man had cum inside my son. I wiped off the white string clinging to his butthole.
I wiped around the outside, cleaning him up. I washed away the cum of another man’s cock. I tapped at his hole, gently. I had to know if there was more.
Another wad spoojed out. I dug in with a finger. I was determined to clean him out. Chase moaned.
“I guess he came a lot, Dad.”
I spread his pucker with my fingers and more cum burped out.
There. I think I got it all.
“You can put yours in too.”
I didn’t know if Chase meant my fingers, my cock, or my cum. At this point, I didn’t care. He had been more intimate with Greg than I had expected, more intimate than I had given permission for. And it made me feel…well, I felt a lot of things right now.
I pulled myself up, until we were lying face to face. I tried to look at him sternly. But what I saw reflected back was something else. My face betrayed an emotion he could read better than me. Chase’s mouth went on mine; we were kissing again.
“Put in me, Dad. I need to know what it’s like.”
Chase wiggled his butt. My pelvis pushed forward. My cock tapped his hole and we both froze.
We lay there, breathless. We knew this was the point of no return. Then Chase pushed himself down.
I went into him easily. Like it was natural. Like we fit together. As if this was meant to be.
We were kissing again. And fucking. And grinding our bodies against each other as if we could break through the wall of skin and find ourselves fully joined, occupying the exact same space.
Chase moaned. I growled. We fucked.
I thought of Greg’s cum. Maybe I hadn’t gotten it all out. Maybe some was still in there, lubricating the path. It would explain how easily I pushed myself into him. How our bodies snapped into place together, hand in glove.
But deep down I knew that wasn’t true. We fit together for a different reason. Because this was meant to be. Maybe it was some kind of cosmic accident, but this father and son were meant to fit perfectly together, bonded together in a deep, sensual fuck.
Every sense was heightened. We were wild from the differences between us—his body young and supple and smooth; mine mature, hairy, heavy. They were differences that made a perfect complement. Differences that created a sacred connection.
That was it. I was going to cum. I was going to cum inside my boy.
“Give it to me, Dad! Fill me up.”
I did. I blasted away and felt his cavity filling with my giant load. Chase shot his own across his stomach the instant he felt mine slosh into him.
I remained inside him for a long time afterward. We simply held each other, arm in arm, cock in ass. It impossible to pull out after such a deep connection. I had no desire to release him; my body would have to betray me for that to happen.
Eventually it did. I grew soft enough that my cock plopped out. Chase groaned. We both knew something important had been lost.
Still, Chase wrapped his arms and legs around me. He refused to let me go. We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other and kissing, basking in contented silence.
When Susan got home later that night, everything snapped back into its usual place. Somehow we were able to be normal again. We had to be.
But two days later I grabbed Chase while Susan went out to get the mail.
“Hey, I don’t want you texting with Greg anymore.”
“No buts. Whenever you need it, you come to me.”
“Oh, OK. Deal. Deal!” Chase’s face glowed. “That’s even better.”
“Gonna be better for us both. I love you, kid.”
