I feel like I always knew, deep, down, in the back of my mind, that I was different. I craved a caress that my wife could never give. I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Forrester Kent, and, yes, I have an equally fancy background to go with that name, but, that is not the purpose of this story. This story is about my devolution from upstanding family man to unrepentant hedonist and the massage that started me on that
path.
I live in the suburbs of the Pacific Northwest surrounded by lush forests
and manicured lawns, I make a fairly comfortable living as a hospital
administrator, years of medical school and training to save lives and I
decided to play politics instead. My wife works in philanthropy, but, the
way she burns through my money you would think we are single-handedly
fighting poverty on my paycheck. We loved each other once, but, now have
devolved into a meeting of equals, roommates with an occasional fuck thrown
in.
Our union produced one child, a son, Roderick. He is the love of my life,
a good student and athlete. Never really went through a rebellious phase,
even when both his mother and I were absent due to work and socializing.
At 15, Roderick, or Rod, as we call him is on the cusp of becoming a man.
Already standing at 5’ 7" tall, with sandy blond hair, that he has recently
taken to wearing buzzed on the sides and long on top, and green eyes that
would put any emerald to shame.
I had yet to see what he was packing underneath his school uniform, last
time I had peeked in on his development was when I gave him a bath at the
age of eight. We had been on a camping vacation and he stumbled onto some
poison oak. He had been running amok on the trail in just his shorts when
he fell. That evening, as I bathed him, was truly special. His cherubic
face was tear stained as he simpered in the tub. I gently ran the
washcloth along his body and attempted to soothe him. I felt a strange
yearning as I stared at him in the soapy water. I had taken my shirt off
so it wouldn’t get wet as I bathed him, as I pulled him out of the water to
dry him off I pulled Rod into my chest and hugged him deeply, his face
rested between my meaty pecs, his hot breath dancing across my nipple,
stiffening in response. I could feel my cock stir in running pants. The
feelings he was provoking scared me so I quickly tucked him into bed and
went back into the bathroom to jerk myself off to release. I was equally
exhilarated and repulsed as I had one of my biggest cums into the towel I
had just used to dry him off.
The intervening years had seen my son develop into a burgeoning soccer
star, and most recently he had taken up crew. All this sport was giving
him an enviable physique as his legs and shoulders were developing quite
nicely. I should note, that even though I was not a practicing physician
for very long, I tried to stay up on my anatomy skills. I became a
licensed massage therapist some years ago and while I did not have a steady
practice the license gave me another acronym to add to my resume.
The day that started me on my new path in life was just another normal
partially cloudy summer day. You would think that it would have been more
memorable, but, no, it was not. The morning began gray, I woke up early as
usual to drop off Roderick at his crew practice. We made the drive down to
the lake in silence, with his earbuds in place, he was effectively tuning
me out, besides 5:00am is not the most conducive time of the day for a 15
year old, almost 16 as my son was wont to remind me, to be holding a
conversation.
We pulled into the marina parking lot and my son bound out of the car as
soon as it came to a stop mumbling a “Thanks Dad,” as he made his way to
meet up with the rest of his team. I’m not sure why, but, I decided to
linger. Usually, I would drop him off and be on my way, but, today, I
stayed. Perhaps it was because I knew I had no pressing business at the
hospital or conference calls, or meetings. I turned off the car and walked
down to where the crew team was getting ready. To my surprise there were a
few other parents about, so I grouped myself with them and made the normal
polite platitudes.
I watched as my son removed his warm-up suit revealing the tight skin suit
he wore underneath. As he bent over to get his pants off I was presented
with the sight of his developing butt. Even in the wane morning light I
could make out the valley his twin globes made in the skin tight suit. As
he stood back up his pert ass made a nice shelf and his glutes drew the
Lycra fabric into the cleft of his ass, clearly defining his ass. I
groaned internally at this sight and I felt a stirring in my loins.
I watched as the boys took the sweep boat and placed it in the water, their
matching blue and silver skin suits highlighting their assets. My son got
in place and adjusted himself in his seat. He would be rowing starboard by
the looks of it. As the boys pushed off and began to slide through the
water I could see my son’s developing form as he moved in unison with his
team. The cry of “Stroke” in the early morning sent a shiver down my
spine. I decided to head off to work before my slacks gave me away. The
entire drive into the city I couldn’t stop thinking about my son in his
uniform.
The rest of the day was filled with meetings, conference calls and boring
paper pushing that entailed administration. Because my son was on summer
break I wasn’t planning on staying at the hospital the full day. Around
3pm I decided to call it a day, I called my assistant, Eric, into my office
and we made a list of any outstanding projects and what could wait until
later.
“Are we still on for working out,” Eric mentioned. I had almost forgotten
that yesterday we had spoken about working out together. Eric, was a young
twenty-something. He had a runner’s build but had recently been telling me
that he was looking to put on some mass. He was hoping I could give him
some pointers since he knew I was a fairly religious body builder. I guess
this is the part where I tell you a little more about myself. I stand at
6’ 2" and carry a solid 250 pounds of muscle on my frame. I am a former
football player, played until college but, decided that a career in a high
injury industry really wasn’t my style. I decided to transition into
bodybuilding while I was in med school and I had even participated in a
competition or two back in the day. I’m sure if you combed through the
internet enough you could even stumble across an art film I made once for
some quick cash.
“Oh yeah,” I responded to Eric, “Did you bring your workout clothes?
Perhaps we can both call it an early day and hit the gym.” I could see a
huge smile break across Eric’s face.
“Of course, boss,” he said, “Was hoping you were serious about those
pointers.”
While it was hard to tell how muscled my physique was underneath my work
suits, I knew that Eric checked me out occasionally. In fact I had a
strong suspicion that my assistant might be gay, and, was partially one of
the subconscious reasons why I hired him. While extremely sharp, Eric, was
a beautiful specimen of manhood as well. Gracefully proportioned at 5’ 10"
he was the quintessential blond, blue-eyed boy next door. His position as
my assistant was his first real job, and so far he was doing a great job.
I was looking forward to mentoring him along his career. My dick chubbed
up as I pictured him on his knees looking up at me for guidance.
“Alright, then, let’s pack it up and head out,” I said standing up from
behind my desk. I am sure he saw the outline of my dick pressed against my
trousers.
The hospital that I worked for is attached to a major university here in
the area, and while we have access to the university gym, I decided to take
Eric to a lesser known gym that is frequented mostly by doctors,
administrators and other university officials. Because of this, the
facilities are not as noisy or busy, letting you get a more focused and
private workout. In the locker room, Eric and I got lockers close to each
other but not adjoining, as we changed into our gear, I got a view of his
backside as he turned away from me to removed his trousers and underwear.
His meaty buttocks were coated with a downy layer of blonde fuzz. Seeing
this reminded me of my son’s lycra covered ass this morning and a wicked
thought possessed me. I decided to give Eric a little show.
Staying in his field of view the entire time, I slowly stripped off all my
clothing. I let him get a glimpse of my 8 inch dick before I turned and
presented him my ass as stepped into my jock. I could feel his eyes on me
as I slipped it up my legs. I put on my t-shirt next, purposely leaving my
shorts on for last. As I turned back around to face him, I adjusted my
chubbing penis in my pouch. Sitting on the bench looking at me, I caught
Eric, like a deer in headlight.
“Ready,” I said as he suddenly flushed red. I chuckled as we walked out
into the weight room.
Since this would be his first workout with me, and hopefully not the last,
I decided not to push him to hard. I led Eric to the free weights section
and once again we went over his goals. My initial assessment of him was
correct. He had been a runner in high school and joined an intramural
soccer team while in college. All that cardio had given him a lean
physique but now he was looking to get into aesthetic bodybuilding. I gave
him my best colgate smile,
“I think I can help you with that. Let’s get started on the bench press.”
I said as we walked over to an open bench. I had him lie down and told him
we would try a three rep max so we could start giving him some baseline
numbers we could build from. I loaded some ten pound plates on either side
of the bar. He raised his left eyebrow at me,
“Really,” he said. “You trying to make me look weak.”
“Not at all,” I chuckled, “I just want to see what we can work up to and
this will help warm you up.” He rolled his eyes at me.
“Just get down on your back and lift the bar,” I said as I positioned
myself at the head of the bench. I looked down at him, we made eye contact
as he looked up, grabbed the bar and licked his lips. “Ready,” I said with
a slight smirk.
We were able to get him to a three rep max of 135 lbs to start out with.
From there we alternated between chest and back exercises. We were both
sweating and panting by the end of our first workout. As we walked back to
the locker room Eric asked if we were going to hit cardio next, I looked
down at my watch the time said 4:45pm.
“Sorry bud, but, I’m going to skip out on cardio with you today,” I said,
“Need to pick up the son from soccer practice, but, we worked out pretty
hard so just soak or hit the sauna and you should be good” Internally, I
wished I could hit that sauna with him.
Eric looked a little dejected but he said he understood. I stripped down
and made my way to the showers. Sadly, I would not get the chance to see
him shower since this gym had private shower stalls, but, in the end I
decided that was good since I sprang a raging boner as I soaped myself up
thinking about Eric.
I slipped back into my slacks and work shirt, feeling frisky I went
completely commando, no undershirt or briefs, or, tie for that matter. I
grabbed my bag and looked around for Eric but he was still not out of the
showers. I texted him my goodbyes and headed off to pick up Rod. I texted
my son that I was on my way and headed off to the soccer fields.
My son was leaning against the wooden fencing with his face in his phone as
I pulled into the gravel parking lot. He was still in his dirty kit and
cleats. He looked up as he heard the scrunch of the car tires on the
gravel. A smile broke out across his face as he mouthed about time at me.
I pulled up the car next to him and he trotted over. As he got closer I
could see how messy he was.
“No, sir,” I said as he opened the door, “You are not getting into my car
like that.”
“Daaaaaddd,” he said petulantly. I smirked at his reaction.
“Alright, but, shoes and shirt off.”
He huffed under his breath, but, complied. I couldn’t help but stare as he
grabbed his soccer jersey by the hem and pulled it up over himself,
revealing his iliac crest, abs, and chest. I swallowed down a groan as his
shirt covered his face. Then I felt a pang of guilt as the day’s charged
eroticism made me have impure thoughts about my son.
He toed off his cleats as he sat down in the passenger seat, I got a
glimpse of his calves and quads as he settled into the bucket seat. On the
drive home I couldn’t stop glancing over at my son. His phone had
recaptured his attention so I don’t think he even noticed me perving out on
him. The swell of his pecs got my mouth salivating, the valleys caused by
his abs made my dick start chubbing up again in my slacks. Since I was
going commando a boner would be more obvious. The silky feel of my slacks
did nothing to ease my growing erection.
The ringing of the car’s phone snapped me out of my erotic thoughts. The
display showed my wife’s number.
“Hey hon,” I said as I accepted the call.
“Hey, mom!” my son shouted out.
“Hello Dear, Roderick,” she replied slightly clinically, “I wanted to let
you know that I won’t be home until late today, there are some issues with
our upcoming charity event that require my attention.” she continued.
“Ok, dear,” I responded, “Did you want me to leave dinner out for you?”
“No, that’s ok, I’m not sure what time I will be home, it look like I may
be here late.”
“Alright, then,” I said, “Drive safely if you get out too late.”
“Sure thing, dear.” she replied and disconnected the call.
“Well, son, it looks like it’s just you and me for dinner,” I said to
Roderick, “Want to do pizza?”
“Sounds great, dad,” he replied, “I’m exhausted, starving and super sore
from today’s workouts.”
He turned back to his phone, but, his last statement got me charged up
again, I shifted in my seat to push my chubbed up penis against my pants
silky fabric. There was definitely no hiding the sizeable bulge I was
producing. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my son sneaking a peek at
my bulge. That could be an interesting development, I thought. I stopped
and picked up a pie and a salad from a local pizza shop and we made our way
home.
Once home, I sent Rod to take a shower and I went to my room to slip into
some lounge pants and a t-shirt. I picked out a pair of running pants to
lounge in, I loved this pair because the fabric was silky soft and hugged
my body in all the right places. I wondered if my son was eating dinner as
I made my way back downstairs, the layout of our home did not allow me to
catch a glimpse of my son in his room or bathroom, as the master bedroom
was in one wing and his room and the additional guestrooms were in the
other. Both wings were connected by a central staircase, apparently
whoever designed this house did not expect for the family that lived in it
to interact with each other.
The kitchen was empty so my son was still upstairs, I grabbed us some
plates and I made myself a presbyterian while I waited for Rod to come down
for dinner. As I was putting up the finishing touches on my cocktail I
heard him bound into the kitchen. I was taken slightly aback by his dress.
My son was wearing a loose grey tank top cut with a deep v in front and
armholes that went down to the hem. It showed of his burgeoning chest and
biceps to their fullest. He paired the barely-there top with a pair of
black split side running shorts, the hem of which were almost shockingly
short.
“Mmm, this smells so good,” he said as he the plate from my hand and placed
two slices on it. My eyes lingered on him as I sipped my cocktail. He
smiled at me, “Can I have one of those as well?” he said, pointing at my
drink.
“I don’t think your mother would approve of that,” I responded to his
inquiry. I placed two slices on the other plate and moved over to the
table.
“Yeah, but, I won’t tell her!” Rod said moving to the table as well.
“How about I just get you a ginger ale.”
“Ok,” he said somewhat dejectedly.
I grabbed a ginger ale for him from the fridge and brought it back to the
table. I could see his bulging crotch through the glass top and I
involuntarily licked my lips.
As we sat and ate dinner we made small talk throughout. He was doing well
in school and looking forward to the new year, he wasn’t interested in any
girls at the moment, he was focusing on improving his soccer abilities and
while he enjoyed crew he wasn’t enjoying the early morning workouts. All
his activities were leaving him tired, sore and drained at the end of the
day. I told him well with him being on summer break hopefully he would
have a nice mental break from his studies and I reminded him to tell both
his coaches that he would be taking some time off from practice. My wife
and I decided to send him to England to visit his aunt and uncle who had a
seaside estate in Brighton. My son and my sister were both looking forward
to the visit as this would be his first visit by himself and she, not being
able to have children, dotted and spoiled my son. His uncle like him
immensely as well.
As we finished up the pizza between us, Rod raised his arms over his head
and stretched, letting out a loud sigh of relief, this was quickly changed
to a grimace as he twisted his torso.
“You look pretty tired there buddy,” I said, “How about we relax with some
tv.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he responded.
I placed the dirty plates in the sink and threw the empty pizza box in the
trash and made my way to the family room that adjoined the kitchen. My son
was already laid out on the long side of the L-shaped leather couch we had
in there. His tank top, askew, he rested his hand on his bare stomach. I
was able to see his smooth hairless skin, he reminded me of Eric, albeit a
sandy blonde, tanned version.
I took a seat near the joint of the couch, my son’s head was on the next
cushion over, I gently placed my hand on his head and ran it through his
hair, ruffling it, as he flipped through the channels. My eyes were again
drawn to the length of his body and something in me stirred as I took him
in. I could smell his virginal musk. I focused my attention on the tv
hoping to drive these thoughts from my head, but, my body had begun to
respond. My dick once again began to chub creating a hard to disguise
bulge in my pants. I knew that with the way we were sitting my son would
be able to see my excitement.
I crossed my legs hoping to hide my growing erection, what was going on
with me? I thought. Why was my son turning me on? I couldn’t explain it,
deep down I knew I held an attraction for men, it was partially the reason
I got into aesthetic bodybuilding but in all my years I had never acted on
those urges. The art movie that was in my past had only been a jack-off
flick so I didn’t really think much about that. So why now?
My son, groaning slightly, snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked over at
him and before I could process the thought, “Do you want me to give you a
massage,” flew out of my mouth. He turned his head towards me and looked
at me with those beautiful green eyes of his, he smiled, and said, “That
would be great, dad.”
“Ok, let’s go to the spa room.” I replied. Yes, I know it sounds
pretentious, but, I blame it on my wife, she wanted a dedicated meditation
room, as she called it at the time, so we outfitted a room in the house
solely for that purpose. In hindsight, I enjoy having a place to stash my
massage table, the room is also equipped with a small four-person sauna,
yoga mats, a futon, a buddha statue and candles, plants and shrubs, a small
indoor fountain, and a sound system.
My son hopped up on the table as we entered the room and tossed his tank
top down on the chair next to the table, he placed his face in the cradle,
as I dimmed the lights and turned on some relaxing music. I grabbed a
bottle of almond oil from the nearby shelving unit and turned back around
to face my son.
“Ready kiddo,” I said popping open the bottle of oil.
“Yeah,” he responded, just as I was about to pour some of the oil on him,
“Oh, wait!” he exclaimed. His next move shocked me completely he grabbed
the waistband of his running shorts and yanked them off his body. Because
he was lying on the table he was forced to raise his hips and buttocks as
he tried to get the shorts down his thighs.
“Here, let me help,” I said as I grabbed his shorts and moved them down his
knees and off his legs, my son was now splayed out naked in all his glory
before me. I broke out in a cold sweat. He settled back down on the table
and I was glad he was facing away from me, his naked body had caused my
erection to go up to full mast. I suddenly felt my body go on automatic, a
primal part of me was now in control, that is the only way I can explain
what followed because I can’t believe I would have logically done any of
it.
“I think I’m gonna take off my shirt so I don’t get any oil on it,” I said
softly, my son simply grunted his approval. As I moved to stand beside his
shoulders I could see the muscles on his back beginning to develop. Crew
would certainly do him good, and, I hoped he stuck the sport out.
I slowly poured a ribbon of oil onto his traps, he flinched as the oil made
contact with the skin. I oil pooled into a small puddle and slowly started
to run down his spine. I poured a small amount on my hands and rubbed them
together and then placed my hands on his traps. I got a delicious shock
upon touching my son. I rubbed the oil around his upper back and took a
long flowing stroke to smoothe it along his entire back, stopping just at
the swell of his glutes. I went back up to his traps and slowly kneaded
and stroked my way around his upper back. My son simply breathed heavily
in and out as he released himself to the massage.
It was amazing touching all the nooks and crannies that his muscles made in
his back, I could feel the solidness that would only increase over time, my
son had lost the bulk of his baby fat, not that he had been an overweight
kid to begin with, but, massaging his back I could feel the transition that
was taking place within him. I moved my hands along his spine using long
strokes and the heel of my hand to release the tension and lactic acid that
his body had produced. Moving my hands in broad strokes I brought them up
to his shoulders and worked the muscles there and along his lats. I
reapplied the oil so that I could have a friction free surface to work on.
I made my way around the table and stood by his head. I looked down to see
my erection jutting out obscenely from my body. Bending at the waist I
used my for arm and applied pressure to releasing his back. He groaned in
approval, and I felt a blast of air on my erection. I resisted the urge to
look down, he must have raised his head as I went down the length of his
spine. I was sure there was no doubt he had seen my aroused condition.
I moved my hands around his back slowly, slowly creeping down to his
buttocks. His glutes were two meaty twin melons that were begging to be
kneaded. I grabbed the oil and poured a ribbon along his glutes and the
back of his thighs. Tentatively, I placed my hand on his glute, not
getting a reaction from him, I used a long sweeping stroke to work the oil
along his glute and down the back of his thigh. With my forearm I pushed
down to release his hamstring. I brought my hand up and fanned my fingers
out and over my son’s delectable ass. He let out a loud breath and shifted
his legs, ever so slightly, open more. As I continued my work on his leg,
I felt something brush along my erection, glancing down, I could have sworn
I saw his fingers twitch up against my engorged dick. Silently, I bit my
lip to stifle a groan.
I made my way down his leg, bent it at the knee and began to knead his calf
muscle. This got a loud reaction from him. He flexed his hands as if
hoping to find my erection, I shifted my stance and brought my penis back
into grazing distance. My body was so electrified I could feel his pinkie
trace every bump and vein as it swept across my dick. I slowly lowered his
leg down and used long flowing sweeps to go back up to his glutes, this
time i did not hesitate my passes over his ass. I moved around to the
other side and repeated the process.
“Ok, kiddo, you can flip over,” I said
As he slowly lifted and turned himself around there was no hiding his
raging erection. My son had a respectable engorgement. It looked to be
around 5 ½ to 6 inches, I smiled knowingly as he had a few more years of
growth in him. I secretly hoped he took after my side of the family as the
Kent’s were known to be well-endowed. He settled himself back onto the
table. I moved myself to stand by his head and shoulders. If he turned
his head he would easily be able to take me in his mouth. I looked down at
him on the table, eyes closed, content smile spread across his lips. I
poured oil onto his chest and smoothed it around. I ran my hands in broad
sweeps against his developing pecs. My hands swept across his nipples
causing the nubs to harden and rise. I moved further down to his
abdominals, which were coming in nicely along with his iliac crest.
I moved my hands back up to his chest and arms, using sweeping circular
motions on his pecs, I brushed my fingers across his nipples, I couldn’t
help myself as I took his left nipple and squeezed it. My son gasped,
turning his head towards me, I could feel his hot breath on my erection.
His own erection was jutted and jerked stiffly.
I ran my hands down his torso and down his pubis and spread them to massage
his hips. I could hear Rod groan beneath me. I sweeped up and down again
two more time before I moved away from this head and down to his hips. I
could now see his erection in detail. His downy pubic hair nestled his 5 ½
inch stalk and orange sized ball sack. His balls were tight up against his
body, my son, I was positive, would pop at the slightest provocation.
I took his left leg and spread it away a little so I could get at his
quads. I ran my hands along his thighs, sweeping in and down his inner
thighs, I could feel him shudder beneath my hands. I grabbed one of his
legs at the ankle and I slowly brought it up and back towards his chest
stretching his hamstrings. With his leg still raised I ran the heel of my
hand up from his buttocks to the back of his knee. I shifted slightly and
placed his leg on my bare shoulder. Placing a knee on the table I slowly
raised myself on it slightly. My son’s eyes caught mine, his breathing got
heavier as I raised myself on the table. I pressed my chest and hips to
the back of his leg, he closed his eyes and let out a small moan as he felt
my hefty package up against him.
“Gonna do a deep stretch here buddy,” I said. Rod, licked his lips and
nodded his head.
“Yeah, do it, dad,” he half whispered.
I placed a hand on his upper quad, next to his balls, to keep his leg on
the table as I pushed into the stretch. His skin felt feverishly hot
against my chest. My son opened his mouth in a silent moan as stretched
his leg towards his chest. I felt his hand graze my hip and come to rest
on the waistband of my sweats. His fingers played along the band.
As I released the stretch I moved myself fully up onto the table. Resting
on my knees between the “V” his legs formed. I repeated the process with
his other leg. This time however, our penises met and rubbed against each
other. Snapping his eyes open my son’s lust filled gaze drilled into me.
I smirked at him as I shifted my hips and rubbed along the length of my
son’s cock.
“Oh, daddy,” he whispered, “yeah.”
“Is this ok, son,” I said meeting his gaze.
I released his stretch and slowly brought his leg down, I stayed in place
running my hands up his quads and resting them on his iliac crests. His
penis throbbed with anticipation. A clear pearl of pre-cum slowly oozed
out and began to grow, giving the beautiful mushroom that was the head of
his penis a shiny coating. His abs quivered. I was a man possessed. I
had to taste him, and, before I knew it, I brought my head down and
engulfed his cock in my warm mouth. My son let out a strangled groan.
Oh lord, my son was delicious! I held his throbbing shaft in my mouth,
using my tongue, I traced every vein and bump along his shaft. I fluttered
it along the ridge of his glans. I increased my suction of him as I began
to bob my head up and down on his shaft. Every so often I would use my
tongue to explore his piss slit and along his head and corona. My son
moaned and groaned beneath me.
“Oh dad,” he whispered, “Yes, uh, uh.”
His whimpers, groans, and moans inflamed me. Knowing I was past the point
of no return, I took off my running pants. Both of us were now fully
naked. I lifted of his shaft and ran my tongue down it and to his balls.
I licked and slurped at them. The musky, peachy scent that was coming off
his skin was driving me crazy. I was an animal as tongued and lapped at
his skin. I pushed both his legs back towards his chest and brought his
crimson rosebud to view. His puckered asshole winked at me in
anticipation.
My son cried out, “Oh, yes, daddy,” as my tongue came in contact with his
hole. I lapped and stabbed at his hole, my cock was the hardest it had
ever been and was continuously leaking at this point. I raised my head out
of my son’s ass and looked at him hungrily. His green eyes pierced my soul
and he nodded his head in approval. I grabbed the bottle of almond oil
that was on the massage table. I drizzled a ribbon of oil onto my son’s
asshole and then on the head and shaft of my cock. Setting it aside I
massaged the oil into his ass, I slid my oily index finger into his pucker
and was astonished at the heat and tightness that was held within. He was
infinitely tighter than my wife had ever been.
I looked up at his face and smiled, his eyes were squeezed shut and he was
biting his lip like I did. He couldn’t have been more my son at that
moment. Sliding my finger in and out of his ass I started adding a second
finger to the process. Knowing that he had never been fucked, I didn’t
want to hurt him, but, I was dying to sink all eight of my inches into him.
Once both fingers were in him I gently twisted them around stretching out
his ring and searching for the magic nut that all men contain within them.
My probing fingers found his prostate and I massaged it slowly, Rod was
panting and moaning, feeling a little wicked I began to gently tap it along
with massaging it. My son’s eyes exploded open as he panted out a moan,
his mouth formed an obscene hole as his tongue shot out to the side.
Overstimulated to the max, my son, could no longer contain himself and he
began spewing cum from his turgid cock. His spasms and ejacualtions
rippling all through his body, his ass wonderfully clenching around my
fingers.
Rod panted as the explosions from his cock came to an end. HIs feet pushed
against my shoulders as his body went into an involuntary post-coital
stretch. The scent of his cum was intoxicating, slipping my fingers from
his ass, I grasped his still hard penis and swallowed it once again. I
used my tongue to clean up all the cum that clung to his dick, it had a
deliciously nutty youthful flavor. It was slightly watery, but, delicious
nonetheless. I slowly traced my tongue up his body and along the cum
puddles on his abdomen and chest tasting him and the almond oil I had used
on him. My pulsing cock was resting at his back door by this point.
His legs, straddling my hips, suddenly rose a bit and he used his heels to
push against my glutes and drive me into him. I sunk my cock slowly into
him, savoring the thought that I was blazing a trail no one had done
before. His back passage tightly gripped my cock as it entered. He felt
like a velvet lined glove. An overwhelming sense of pride filled me as I
bottomed out on my son’s ass. Not once had he cried out or had me stop,
like a true champ. The agony of the ecstasy that I was giving him played
across his face, arching his back, his head tilted back, mouth open in
silent rapture.
His reactions had me on fire. Once I was fully inserted into his ass I
arched my back and held my cock there before I began a slow sawing motion.
The velvety tightness was so astonishing. It took every ounce of my self
control to not drop my load instantly. My son shifted his heels up to rest
on my biceps.
“Oh yes, daddy,” he whispered. His sex talk and moaning were driving me
on. I began to drive back and forth a little faster.
“Oh, son,” I said, “So tight.”
“Take it baby, take daddy’s cock.”
I started pounding his ass a little harder. I shifted my position,
grabbing his ankles and spreading his legs wide, I could see my rock hard
cock drive in and out of his hole. The heat was overwhelming, thrusting
faster, my son groaned louder, I could no longer control myself and began
jackhammering into his ass as I held his ankles.
“So close,” I cried. My son just moaned and whimpered. My thrusting
increased, his moans and cries were music to my ears.
“Yeah…yeah…yeah” I panted, “Here it come, baby,”
“Ready for my load, baby.”
Thrusting faster, faster, in, out, in, out. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I let out a loud moan as I began shooting blast after blast of hot cum into
my son’s ass.
“Yes, Rod, take my cum…take my load son,” I said as I shuddered into his
ass.
I leaned down over my son and kissed him on the lips, no, I mauled his
lips. Forcing my tongue into his mouth I searched for his tongue and
sparred with it. I licked his lips and then I made my way to his neck and
kissed him there. I sat back on my heels, my cock still rock hard and
lodged in his ass. This surprised me as most often I would go limp right
after having sex with my wife. But, here, with my son I had been rock hard
throughout and I still showed no sign of flagging.
Slowly my dick began to slide out of my son’s ass and with it came the cum
I had dumped into him. I scene was incredibly debauched. I used my
fingers to push the cum back into his ass and smear it around his now
reddened asshole. I could see some purple shading as well, I chuckled and
looked up at my son’s face.
“Looks like you’ll be walking funny tomorrow,” I said.
He simply smiled and said, “So worth it.”
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