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HIS SON'S TOY

(Story idea from @aestheticsupremacy)

Bill Mullen gave his high school senior of a son plenty of privacy. Tyler was a good kid, kept his grades up even if he spent most waking hours on football, baseball or just strength training. His son dated occasionally, but the girlfriends never seemed very serious and lately they'd been less frequent, too. Instead, Tyler was shutting his befroom door in a telltale sign of teen masturbation and doing it a lot. Several times a day.

The father's suspicions were confirmed when Tyler knocked on his study door one evening as Bill tended to some work emails after hours.

"Dad?" he asked. Long gone was the sweet kid Bill would toss a football with in the backyard. Replacing it was a real grown up teenage jock, tall and blond and handsome at 6'4" and sullen at times but still polite. "You got a sec?" Even that voice was getting deeper.

Bill looked up and pushed his laptop to the side. Work-life balance was hard, but he made an effort to make family a priority. "You bet, buddy. What is it?"

Tyler stepped in, his tall athletic body poised and natural in his movement. He shut the door behind him and turned back to his father. "I'm wondering if I need to see a doctor."

Bill had a bit of worry. "Yeah? What's wrong?"

Tyler got an embarrassed grin. "My dick's real sore. See..." Before Bill could react he saw Tyler pull down his team football shorts that he seemed to wear around the house nonstop, summer, winter and every season in between. Out flopped his son's cock, surprisingly meaty and surprisingly thick. The balls were bigger than average, too, and there was the soft blond fur coming in all around... but Bill's attention was drawn to what had brought his son in to talk to him. That dick was red and raw. It looked painful to see and imagine the discomfort.

"How often are you masturbating, buddy?" Bill asked, looking up from the genitals to Tyler's apprehensive face. His son really thought something was injured down there.

"I dunno, Dad. Like five or six times a day. A lot." He added with a blush. "Sometimes I just like to stroke it for a long time, it feels real good you know?"

Bill chuckled. "I bet." Then taking another look at the irritated skin of his son's dick, he asked. "You using anything for lube?"

It was like Tyler hadn't thought of that. "Spit. Is that bad, Dad?"

Bill nodded. "You're circumcised, like me. Sometimes us guys need a lot less friction or you'll get some major chafing."

Tyler nodded. "Do I need to go to the doctor to fix it?"

Bill shook his head and sat back in his seat. He'd been staring at his son's business too much he decided. "Don't think so. I'll pick you up some stuff to use. Just lay off the jerking for a couple of days, OK?"

Tyler laughed nervously. "Whoa... that's gonna be tough, Dad," he said. "But I'll try."

***

It took two days for the package to arrive and Tyler found it waiting for him on his bed when he got home from football practice. It was a plastic contraption, clear with something inside. Inside the box were a few bottles of lubricant, different kinds.

"Just keep that stashed away so your mother doesn't see them," his father said, standing in the doorway and watching Tyler pick up the Flesh Jack. It was a crazy thing to buy his son, he supposed but Bill knew it would be gentler on that teen dick, especially if Tyler was gonna go at it like he'd been lately.

"If you're pleasuring yourself a lot, that device will be MUCH kinder on your business," the dad explained.

"Yeah?" Tyler said, looking excitedly as he examined the toy. He was already getting chubbed in his shorts. He looked up at his father with a surprised expression. "You use one of these, too, Dad?"

Bill considered lying but had an honesty policy with his son when it came to sex. "Sometimes. There are times when a man has to look after his own needs. All guys do."

Tyler nodded, half tuning out the birds-and-bees talk he'd heard from his father several times. "So... you just like, stick it in?"

Bill smirked. "Pretty much. Consider it training wheels for the real thing buddy." If Tyler was honest, he'd not been sexually active. "Just be sure to use the water based lube, not the others... and rinse out every time you're done with it."

"Cool," Tyler smiled.

Bill could tell he was eager to use it. "I can give you some privacy, Ty," he chuckled.

Tyler wasn't remotely embarrassed. He picked up the lube and undid the top to squirt a good bit on the entrance of the toy.

Bill shut the door and let his son have his fun.

A half hour later, Tyler came up to his father and whispered. "Dad... that was amazing. Thanks..."

***

That bedroom door seemed to be shut more often and for longer. Sometimes half the day on weekends. Bill half worried his son was going to jerk his dick too much. He remembered what it was like to be a horny teenager, but he hadn't been that horny. Not like Tyler.

It was one of those long Saturday afternoons. Tyler had been in his room most of the day. Bill's wife had gone to visit her family out of state, so it was just the two Mullen men. Bill was going to take Tyler out for burgers, but it was already 5:30.

He went to knock on the door. "Buddy.... you might want to get ready soon."

"Just a minute, Dad!" Tyler called out. Then within a few seconds Bill heard some loud grunts of a teen having a deep cum. A minute later Bill was down the hall and watched as the door opened and Tyler came out, a towel around his waist as he strutted to the bathroom to shower up.

It was wrong, but Bill's curiosity got the best of him. He had about ten minutes to work with. The second the bathroom door shut, Bill went to Tyler's bedroom. He respected his son's privacy, but he figured he had a right to make sure everything was OK with Tyler's health. On the bed was a laptop, still opened, and that clear flesh jack. There was little doubt how Tyler had been entertaining himself all day.

Cautiously, Bill picked up the flesh jack. Identical to the one he had stashed in the drawer of his study. There was a smearing of lube around the base and more than a little clear, milky liquid pooled around the tip. His son's cum.

Bill's heart beat faster as he pushed his finger through the semen, feeling its almost silky wet texture. There was Tyler's DNA in there, matching partly his own. As he examined the toy, he could see the transluscent insides and knew it was full of more of Tyler's spunk. The jock probably had been using it all afternoon, adding one healthy load to another.

He pressed a finger past the ringed silicone entrance. The insides were squishy and very warm still. The corporate dad couldn't believe how much cum was in there, and the more he worked his finger inside, the wetter is felt. It must have been a very slick ride for Tyler's dick and Bill wondered if his son preferred it that way, or just didn't care that the toy was loaded up fully.

As he extracted his finger, he saw it coated in that pearly fresh liquid. It was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He pulled his hand up to his face and plopped that finger in his mouth.

The taste hit him like the rush of a drug. Poppers. Cocaine. Heroin. Something addictive. Tyler Mullen's semen was sweet and salty and bitter and floral. Bill sucked his digit clean before looking at the toy in his left hand. He wouldn't dare, would he?

He would. Knowing he had only about four minutes to spare to be safe, the father wasted no time bringing that toy up to his mouth. The scent of Tyler's crotch hit him first, that natural muskiness, then the chemical odor of the lubricant. Bill didn't mind either. He just latched his mouth on that silicone pussy like it was a real one and plunged his tongue in.

Fuck, there it was. The teen-cum motherlode. It was lewd and obscene but Bill used his tongue as a shovel to lick the inside walls of the toy and drag out a good amount of cum with each motion. Then, he titled it up and almost coughed on the amount of slimy seed filling his crawl like an oversize oyster.

He'd never been so turned on. Ever. He thought of pulling out his cock and stroking a quick one out, but he'd risked too much already. Reluctantly he set the toy down where he'd found it and wiped off his mouth and chin the best he could.

It was only then that he even noticed what was on the laptop screen. Porn of course, but paused on the display was a video. A young jockish guy, maybe 20, give or take, fucking a muscle daddy type in doggy position.

"Hey Dad," Tyler's voice interrupted him.

Fuck, Bill thought as he turned to see his son, ripped body damp and blond hair wet.

"Hi son... just checking..." Bill had to think of a good excuse, quick. "You, um, keeping that thing clean right? Bacteria and mold grow in those crevices real easy."

Tyler seemed to buy it. "Yeah, Dad. Squeaky clean. At least when I'm not using it." Then he looked at his father with a naughty smile. "We have a few minutes before we gotta head out right? I thought I'd have another quick one before rinsing the toy out."

Tyler should have been the embarrassed one, but Bill was the one who blushed, deep crimson. He couldn't believe after all that cum shot, that his son would have anything left in his balls. "Um, yeah..." he muttered. "Take your time."

Tyler walked over to get back on the bed, repositioning his lap top. "Thanks Dad. Don't worry, it won't take long."

Bill hadn't fully shut the door before Tyler started undoing his towel and picking up the toy.

***

Something changed that day. Not in the frequency or length of Tyler's stroke sessions. That bedroom door was still closed, a lot. But when Tyler's mother wasn't around, that door wouldn't be closed. Bill guessed that Tyler knew his dad had spied on him and maybe he'd guess more. Because now the jock seemed to be showing off. Wearing nothing more than those damn flimsy shorts around the house, till a very noticeable jock spike poked up in them. Then casually, Tyler would go to his room and not even shut the door.

Sometimes the volume would be up on the videos he'd watch. Sometimes Tyler would have headphones on and provide his own running commentary. "God, Dad you're so fucking hot. Wanna fuck you all night...."

True, if Bill wasn't lingering outside his son's bedroom, he wouldn't have heard it. It was his fault. He could always have a sit down man-to-man talk with Tyler. But then what would he say?

It wasn't that often, either, just when Bill's wife was out. But each and every time, it was like his son was drawing him into something deeper.

"Say, can you help me out Dad?" Tyler asked as he came into Bill's study, wearing just a T-shirt, those beat-up shorts and some flip flops. Even if was November and cold outside. "Ethan's coming over to pick myu up in a few minutes, and I guess I lost track of time... think you can clean this out for me?" Tyler held out the toy, one he'd been using all afternoon.

"Um, yeah, I guess," Bill stammered, watching as Tyler set down the flesh jack on Bill's desk.

"Thanks, Dad. I'll keep an eye on the clock next time." A honk came from outside. "Gotta go. I'll text you later, Dad."

The front door shut and Bill eyed the used toy. There was no mistake. Tyler knew what his father had done before and was making an offering now.

Bill was going to take it too. This time he could unzip and enjoy himself as he pulled that substitute pussy up to his lips and tasted his son's essence once more. Bill actually grunted as his tongue pushed in. The seed was fuller and richer tasting this time, if that was possible. Bill ate out the toy and jerked wildly, cumming way sooner than a 41 year old should. He was hyperventilating as he pulled back, looking at the toy's wetness and tasting Tyler on his tongue still.

Bill was out of control. But he couldn't help but get off a second time. He brought the flesh jack down to his crotch and sank it onto his fatherly boner. This time wasn't a rush job but was sheer pleasure. Thrusting into his son's wet toy, sharing the same ersatz cunt. He worked himself up some then pulled the sleeve off, seeing how Tyler's seed coated his own dick.

An idea occurred to him. He got up, erection sticking out and toy in hand and walked to Tyler's room. The laptop was still on. As if Tyler wanted Bill to find it. As Bill jostled the sleep function, several windows of porn vids were there. Queued up. Bill sat in his son's bed and watched one after another. Some were dad-son role play vids. Others just intergenerational couples. All had the daddy type sucking the younger guy's dick or taking it up his ass. It was very clear where Tyler's fantasy life lay.

It's now where Bill's was, too. He used he lower urgency of his second load to edge to all of the videos. And going back to his favorite to finish off. Probably how Tyler did it, too, he thought. He worked that silicone sleeve up and down more frantically as he watched an athletic top really pound a hungry daddy. Watching the dad type get the cum fucked out of him did it for Bill. He spurted into Tyler's personal toy, surprising himself with the size of his load.

Cooler heads prevailed as he came down, and Bill felt guilty for what he'd done. He rinsed out the flesh jack, dried it the best he could and left it on his son's bed.

***

Things went back to normal after that. Alli was home more lately now that winter had come. And Tyler was busy with school and practice and more time in the gym. He was even growing out of his moodiness, becoming a regular, happy go lucky jock with senioritis. Bill was happy to see the change.

Only the holidays came and that bedroom door of Tyler's was closed a lot. The son's cheeked flushed from sexual activity when he finally emerged. And Alli was scheduled to visit her parents right after Christmas.

Bill expected something but his wife had barely been out of the house an hour when he saw Tyler reclining on the family room couch, legs spread and those goddamn flimsy shorts pooled on the floor. His left hand held up his phone, where he watched some porn, and his right was working that toy up and down steadily.

"Buddy!" Bill cried in that "you can't be doing that here" tone of voice.

Tyler looked up. "Sorry Dad, just got so horny, you know." Then. "Come on. Mom's gone. It's just us here." Like that was an explanation for doing it out in the open.

Bill gulped. "I guess." He felt like a weak parent then. Caving to his son. Spoiling him. But his eyes watched Tyler work his cock with the sleeve. This was a new line to cross. Seeing Tyler like this. Particularly once his son pulled off the toy to reveal a 6.5 inch erection. Very thick and wet. Streaks of white clung to the shaft. This wasn't Tyler's first stroke of the day.

"What number are you on, Son?" Bill asked, a lump in his throat.

Tyler's cock twitched. "Number three," he answered proudly. "I'm up to six lately. Seven on a good day." He slipped the toy back over his cock. "Come on Dad, why don't you join me? Mom's gone and men need to get off," he smirked. Throwing his father's sex-ed talk back at him.

God help him, Bill was gonna do this. His dick grew rigid in his jeans. "I can... go get mine."

"In a minute, Dad," Tyler urged. "Come here first," he begged, setting down his phone and patting the free spot on the sofa.

Bill relented, sitting down close to Tyler, feeling the heat and the solidity of his teenjock body. He could see that toy up close and smell his son, the scent of cum prominent.

"Maybe you can tell me if I'm using it right," Tyler said as he worked himself with longer strokes now. His eyes on his father.

"I'm pretty sure you've figured it out, buddy," Bill said dryly. He watched Tyler work his erection, the slick squishy sounds filling the room. "Guess that's the best gift I've ever given you."

Tyler grinned. "Pretty much," he chuckled. Then pausing his stroke he asked. "You wanna try it?"

Bill gulped. "You mean...?" It was such a wild idea. He'd used Tyler's toy before, once. But this was different.

Tyler nodded. "Unzip, Dad."

Bill couldn't do it fast enough. It was almost hard to pull his dick out from his tightened briefs he was hard as nails. But he relished the look in Tyler's eyes as he saw his father's cock for the first time.

"Nice," the teen said and pulled the flesh jack off. Sperm dripped out as Tyler brought it over and lined it up with his father's spike.

The descent felt exquisite. Better than real pussy somehow, but Bill guessed it was the nastiness of the situation. His own son's sperm as fresh lube, some of it dripping down over Bill's hairy balls. And Tyler's lusty eyes on him. Alive, sexual, pleading. The kid had a good flick of the wrist, too. Bill let out a deep hiss as Tyler used the toy to pleasure him.

"Fuck!" he grunted. This was good, too good. Bill was gonna cum. "Buddy..." he pleaded to his son to let up.

"Go for it Dad," Tyler said excitedly, ready to witness his father's orgasm for the first time. He worked the sleeve more quickly, the rapid strokes milking the load from Bill's balls.

"Oh FUCK... aw yes... yes..." Bill's cries turned softer as he nutted into the sleeve, adding his dad cum to the deposit already in there.

"Stud!" Tyler cheered like he was complimenting a bro after a good catch. Wasting now time he brought the toy to his own rigid dick and started using it on himself. With his free hand he pulled his father's head to his own.

Like that, Bill was kissing his own boy. Tongue and all. And Bill's hand felt up Tyler's bare chest and abs, feeling that lean, smooth muscle as his son gave it up. The jock's orgasm seemed to go on a solid minute as his abs crunched and his body shook and as Tyler moaned into his father's mouth.

Bill was less embarrassed than before. This was amazing sex. Wrong, forbidden, unconventional as hell. But sex like that didn't come every day. And here he was having it with his own son. He patted Tyler's strong thigh. "That gonna last you, buddy?" he teased.

"We'll see, Dad," Tyler chuckled.

***

Bill gave his son space the rest of the day. But Tyler came down on his own to help Bill out with household chores and repairs. Stuff the father had put off. He was pleased to see his son step up instead of going up to his room to jerk off all day.

The men ordered pizza for dinner and showered off. It was gonna be a bachelor night at the Mullen house. Maybe some TV or movie to watch, some Sports Center, and some quality dad-son time. But Bill wasn't dumb. He knew they'd jerk off again, and what's more he looked forward to it.

Indeed as they watched ESPN, Tyler started to get hard in his shorts. He looked over at his father casually. "OK, if I show you something, Dad?"

"Yeah, buddy, of course." Bill had a good idea it would involve that flesh jack.

Only as Tyler came back to the room, he had his laptop but no toy. He set up on the coffee table where both men had a good view.

"This is my favorite video," he explained and pressed play.

It was a roleplay style video. Acted. Not amateur. But the premise was horny as hell. Furry, gray-haired father teaching his son how to fuck before a big date. Walking him through giving a rim job, fingering an ass and then topping.

Tyler's eyes were on his dad as much as the computer. He was erect in his shorts, a big ridge of teen spike, but he also seemed vulnerable and nervous as they watched.

"Wow," Bill said. He was hard, too, very hard, and his heart felt like it was in his throat.

"I mean the dad's hot and all, but I prefer the videos where the dad looks like you," Tyler said directly. "But the plot of this one is my favorite... I keep dreaming of this," Tyler explained. "Wishing it would happen for real."

"Yeah?" Bill knew what his son was getting at. It was crazy and crazy hot.

Tyler nodded and slowly leaned in. There they were kissing once more, more deeply this time. It was Bill's imagination surely but in less than 12 hours Tyler seemed to have become a better kisser, even. Responding to his father's soft tongue, both taking the lead and asserting the initiative. His hands under Bill's T-shirt feeling the furry stomach and pulling up the hem.

Bill helped him. Openly taking off his shirt to a very excited and appreciative Tyler. The son following suit. And there they were, making out and reclining on the couch like a couple of horny teenagers. At least one of them actually was, Bill realized with a shudder as Tyler took the top position. Doing his best moves and copying the porn vids he's practically memorized. Kissing along his father's neck, pulling up the man's arm to feast on the hairy arm pit, licking his nippes.

"I wanna eat your ass, Dad," Tyler grunted as he kissed back up the man's neck. "You gonna teach me how?"

Teach him? Bill thought. He'd never done the stuff in those videos. Sure, he'd had those fantasies off and on over the years, but this would be his first, too. And he didn't have the heart to tell Tyler he was cherry.

"How about this, buddy? You start and I'll tell you if you need to do anything different?"

Tyler grinned big and nodded. "Yessir. Fuck!" He ran his hands over his father's naked torso, relishing the barrel chest and tight midsection and the fur before pulling down Dad's sweats.

Bill was hard as ever but as Tyler pulled the sweats off his legs, he knew his dick wasn't the main thing on Tyler's mind. With a cocky gesture he pulled his dad's legs up and scooted down.

For the next ten minutes, Tyler relived that porn video. Matching rim technique lick for lick. Bill knew it was Tyler's fantasy to be "coached" in this fuck, but his son was doing the coaching.

"That's it, son... eat my ass. Fuck!" The sensations were incredible and Bill wondered why he'd never done this before. Of course Alli would never agree to this, but knowing he had a very hungry and eager son made Bill imagine getting this treatment often.

"I need some lube," Tyler said, getting up, a hardon showing in his shorts. "Be right back."

Bill had a half minute to decide whether to put a stop to this. Part of him was nervous as hell. But he knew this was a special chance and a special occasion for both men. He leaned back into the sofa cushion and spread his furred legs, imagining the shafting he was gonna get soon.

Tyler came back fully naked and hard, holding a couple of bottles in his hand. "I figured I'd try one of the ones I haven't used." He flipped the cap and poured some oily lube down his cock and applied the rest on his fingers. Then he was kneeling back between his father's spread legs.

"God, that ass is so hot, Dad," he hissed as the first finger pressed in.

"Slow!" Bill urged. This wasn't coaching, it was just the involuntary reaction to the first breach of his cherry.

"Got it," Tyler said gamely, his eyes on his dad's face as much as the connection of finger and pucker. Slowly he worked that digit in and out. "OK... adding another Dad..."

Bill nodded. The second one didn't feel so bad. More of a pleasant stretch now.

The father and son kissed, Tyler's hands still between the man's legs, working him open.

"Can't believe you're letting me do this, Dad," the jock grunted as the third finger popped in. Tyler took his time but briefly added a fourth. It was an uncomfortable intrusion but did the job of making sure Bill was stretched enough for his son's dick.

Bill knew how horny Tyler could get. But he was impressed with his son's patience. Not treating him like a flesh jack. Actually breaching him carefully.

But once Tyler was buried balls deep and he leaned in to kiss his father once more, it was like both men needed it. The jock's hips were strong, as were his glutes and Bill grunted at the firm hardness of the thrust. Then another. Slow, but powerful.

The dad's prostate buzzed and his cock jerked off his belly. He felt alive from head to toe. This is what getting fucked felt like. And Tyler was only getting started. Instinct kicked in and his son was going at it harder. Getting real into it. Bill was responding, holding his son's smooth body, feeling the muscle ripple with each shove.

"Stroke it, Dad. Stroke your cock," Tyler ordered.

Somehow, somewhere Tyler had lubed it because as Bill wrapped his hand around his spike it felt slick and exquisite. The dad times his wrist motion with Tyler's cock thrusts inside him.

"Oh shit!" he gasped at the unfamiliar sensation.

Tyler's hips pounded him harder now. "Gonna cum in you, Dad. Real soon...."

The very idea, of all Tyler's cum and his insides being turned into the equivalent of that flesh jack made Bill's balls boil and heavy spurts of cum to fly out onto his barrel chest.

"YES!!!" Tyler hissed and held his hips steady.

Bill Mullen was getting his first ass load. From his hunky teen son, no less. He pulled Tyler down for another kiss. That cock jerked excitedly inside him. Just as hard as ever, and Bill wondered if Tyler was gonna claim a second fuck right then and there.

He wouldn't say no. But first he wanted this moment. Just holding his only son and feeling that naked, intimate connection between them.

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