By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com
Warning: Although this story does not involve incest, it does involve a father watching his son having sex. If this type of theme offends you, do not read this story.
I couldn't help but smile as I placed the package in the
trunk; I knew my son was going to be so surprised when he opened his Christmas
present. It wasn't something he had asked for, but something I knew he was really
going to enjoy.
Ben is eighteen years old and is an outgoing and personable
individual. He is also athletic, and hard-working. Of course, as his dad, you
might think I'm a bit biased, but there are many others who know him who would
agree with my assessment 100%.
He is also an exceptional swimmer, and I was so proud
when he was accepted to a large Ivy League university and asked to anchor the
school's swim team. All of the years of getting up at four-thirty in the morning
every day to take Ben to swim practice had paid off.
Still, the house felt so empty without him in it; raising
him on my own for his whole life, the two of us have always had a very close
relationship, and I have missed having him around.
That however was all about to change, at least in the
short-term, as he was coming home for Christmas. He had been unable to get home
for the Thanksgiving holiday, so I was looking forward to seeing him even more
so.
I smiled as I pulled into the driveway and saw Greg's
car. Greg was a friend of Ben's, and he had volunteered to make the trip to pick
Ben up from school.
He was spending the holidays with us as well after his
parents had decided to spend theirs at a tropical resort. It was Ben who had
asked if Greg could spend Christmas with us, and I didn't mind at all; I didn't
want anyone to have to spend it alone.
Getting out of the car, I grabbed the package from the
trunk and tucked it inside my coat. It was Christmas eve and my boss had let us
go home at four o'clock instead of six; this wasn't the norm on Christmas eve,
but I wasn't complaining.
I looked at my watch as I made my way up the pathway
to the front door. Even after stopping to pick up Ben's Christmas gift, it was still
only 4:45.
Ben was always so curious about his Christmas gifts,
so I quietly unlocked the front door in an effort to get his gift in the house
and hidden away without him seeing me. I could have avoided this had I decided
on his gift sooner. As it was, I took too long to make that decision thus ordering
it online was not an option if I wanted it to arrive in time. Thankfully there
was a specialty store in town that sold the particular item I was interested in.
As I opened the front door, I could hear Ben and Greg
talking in the living room which was right to the left of the front entry. So,
I quietly closed the door and made my way around to the back door instead.
As I slipped through the back door and into the
kitchen, the faint aroma of burning hickory filled my nostrils, and I smiled;
Ben knew how I always liked to have a fire on Christmas eve.
After stealthily making my way down the main floor hallway, I felt I would be able to get up the stairs without being noticed, provided the two boys had their backs to the living room doorway. So, I moved close to the wall and peered around it into the living room to check their positions, and my jaw dropped as my eyes took in the sight before me.
There was a fire in the fireplace all right, but evidently Ben hadn't made that fire for me, Instead, I saw Ben and Greg lying on a blanket in front of the fireplace. Greg was lying on his back and Ben was on top of him and the two of them were both naked, locked in an embrace, kissing each other. They were gently grinding their lower halves together and moaning softly, lost in the moment, oblivious to my presence.I had no idea my son was gay. Or maybe he was
bisexual? That would make much more sense since he'd had a girlfriend from the
time he was fourteen until he went off to college. I know they were fucking,
too, because he had told me so – as I mentioned, we have a very close relationship
and talk openly with each other about everything, including sex, and even
masturbation; we have no secrets – well, I guess he had one, I guess we both
did since I am actually bisexual myself, but in-the-closet.
Of course, I have no problem with my son being gay or bisexual
if, in fact, he is, but it was still a bit of a shock to find him kissing and
grinding his naked body against another guy's naked body.
Witnessing my son's obvious sexual interest in the same sex made me start to rethink my choice of gift for him. You see, he had mentioned (more than once) how it sucked having to use his hand all the time since breaking up with his girlfriend. So, my brilliant idea was to buy him a Fleshlight for Christmas.
Assuming he was straight and knowing that he was missing the regular sex he'd been having with his girlfriend for the last four years, I bought him the Fleshlight with the pussy orifice, which I'd heard makes for a pretty good substitute. If true, I figured it would make taking care of his own needs much more enjoyable for him. Given our relationship, buying my son such a gift would not be a weird, inappropriate or embarrassing thing for me to give to him at all.
It would also not be an issue to give him such a gift in front of his friend. Greg knew the type of relationship Ben and I had, and he and Ben were pretty much the same way when it came to sex and masturbation - I've heard them casually talk about such things many times before, and I'm pretty sure I once heard the two of them jacking off together when they were younger.
Now, I'm wondering not whether I should have gotten
him a different gift altogether, but rather if the Fleshlight with the mouth
orifice would have been a better choice to satisfy his needs; that way he could
pretend it was a guy or a girl, depending on his mood at the time.
As these thoughts were running through my head, Ben pulled
his mouth away from Greg's and began to run his tongue down Greg's body, inching
closer and closer to Greg's crotch in steady, deliberate motions.
As Ben neared Greg's semi-erect cock, he wrapped his fingers
around the base of the shaft. Greg responded immediately, his cock growing to
about seven inches in length, maybe more. It was uncut and really thick, too,
and as I looked at it in all its glory, I was kind of envious of my son for getting
to play with that beautiful, thick cock.
I had never seen two men together before. Sure, I have
had sex with other men before, and I've seen plenty of gay and bi porn in my
life, but I've never seen two guys together like this, live, right in front of
my eyes; it was so different from watching sex through a screen.
I watched as Ben opened his mouth and swirled his
tongue around Greg's large cockhead, licking the underside of his shaft. That's
when my head cleared for a moment and I heard my inner voice telling me that I shouldn't
be watching this - not only because it was an invasion of their privacy, but it
was also my own son I was watching.
However, just as I was about to walk away and give
them that privacy, Greg placed his hand on the back of my son's head and guided
Ben's mouth onto his fat cock, and I remained standing there, totally transfixed
as my son took inch after inch of Greg's prick into his mouth.
I watched Ben's throat bulge as he accepted all seven or
so inches down his throat, and Greg let out a deep groan when Ben's lips reached
the root of his cock and tightened around the base. The popping and hissing sounds
of the fire were now joined by the slurping sounds of Ben's mouth as he began
to bob up and down on his friend's prick, deep-throating him. It would appear
sucking cock was something else my son excelled at – like father, like son!
Ben deep-throated Greg several times before
slowing down a bit and adding his hand to the mix, now sucking and milking
Greg's cock.
"Hey, bring that ass up here," Greg spoke,
and I watched as Ben pulled his mouth off that beautiful cock, and then squeezed
the shaft gently, causing a bead of precum to ooze. He greedily licked the
sticky, clear fluid from the tip and then got up from his knees.
This was the first time I caught sight of Ben's dick. I'd
heard him jacking off plenty of times before (even having sex with his
girlfriend), and he's heard me masturbating, but we'd never seen each other's
dicks before, not even flaccid. Ben's was bigger than my own, but not by a
whole lot; he appeared to be about an average six inches, while his dear old
dad was about an inch smaller at five inches.
Ben's cock bobbed in front of him as he moved to straddle
Greg's prone body, and then he sat his ass down on Greg's face. He immediately started
to moan with pleasure as his friend's tongue poked, prodded, and licked his
asshole, and then added to his pleasure by wrapping his hand around his cock
and fisting it.
Soon, Greg put his hands on Ben's ass cheeks and
pushed Ben up and off his face, turning and pushing him forward at the same
time so that Ben ended up positioned on his hands and knees. I watched as Greg
picked up a bottle of lubricant and worked the lube up my son's ass using his
fingers, and watched as Ben moaned and wiggled and pushed his butt against
those fingers.
Obviously, the two horny young guys were going to do
more than just suck dick; someone was going to get fucked, and it was my son. I
guess I shouldn't have been all that surprised that Ben was apparently a bottom…
again, like father, like son!
Greg withdrew his fingers and lubed up his impressive prick,
and then shuffled himself on his knees close up behind Ben's ass. Grabbing his
cock in his fist, he pushed it through Ben's ass crack and both boys moaned softly
as Greg's cockhead slipped inside Ben's ass.
Greg pushed himself inch by inch up Ben's butt,
looking down and watching as more and more of his cock slowly disappeared into Ben's
ass until he was completely inside him.
Now balls-deep in Ben's ass, Greg leaned over him,
wrapping one hand under his chest, and reached under with his other and began
to slowly stroke Ben's dick.
"You want it?" Greg whispered near Ben's ear
as he masturbated him. "You want me to fuck you with this big cock?"
"Yes!" Ben moaned.
"How bad do you want it?" Greg asked and
started stroking Ben's dick faster.
"Oh! Ungh! So-so bad!"
"Say it! Tell me to fuck you, to fuck your ass!"
Greg ordered and increased the pace of his hand on Ben's dick even more.
"Oh, God! Fuck me! Fuck my ass, Greg!
Please!" And Greg gave Ben what he wanted, withdrawing his cock about an
inch, and shoving it back in.
"Ungh!" Ben groaned.
Greg repeated this, pulling out an additional inch
each time until he had withdrawn about four inches of his prick. "You want
it all? You want all seven-and-a-half inches of this cock fucking you?" And,
as he asked that last question, he straightened up and put his hands on Ben's
hips, and gave Ben's ass a slap.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes! Please give it to me! Give me
every inch of your big cock!" Ben pleaded.
"All right, you asked for it," Greg said as
he withdrew his cock to the tip, paused a moment, and then pushed all seven-and-a-half
inches of his thick dick into Ben's ass.
"Oh fuck!" Ben cried out in a mixture of pain
and pleasure.
Greg held his cock inside Ben's ass for a few moments and
then began to slowly fuck in and out of it, giving him the whole length of his
cock with each thrust. Gradually, Greg increased his speed until he was fucking
Ben at a nice steady pace.
I felt my hand rub my crotch. It was a subconscious
movement, but one that continued once I realized what I was doing; it was only
when I touched myself that I realized the degree of my arousal; the pouch of my
underwear was soaked with so much pre-cum that I had a big wet spot on the
outside of my pants.
Rubbing myself through my pants aroused my cock more,
causing even more pre-cum to flow into my underwear. I knew I needed to whip it
out, and it was then that I was reminded of the package I still held in my other
hand. I couldn't do that… could I? I thought. And then I found myself tiptoeing
down the hall to the kitchen and opening my son's package.
After applying the included sample packet of lube to
the inside of the Fleshlight and my dick, I made my way back to the living room
doorway. When my eyes caught sight of the sex scene again, there was no time
wasted in slipping down the front of my pants and underwear and sliding the
Fleshlight onto my aching prick. It felt so incredible that I had to hold my
breath and force myself not to moan out loud.
Difficult as it was, I managed to start working the
Fleshlight on my dick while keeping my moans of pleasure muted. Ben and Greg
were still completely oblivious to my presence, and the sounds of their sex had
now grown louder as they moved together, faster and faster. That along with the
continued crackling of the fire was enough noise to cover up the quiet squishy
sounds of the Fleshlight as I slid it up and down my horny prick while I
watched my son and his friend fuck.
Soon, Greg pulled his cock out of Ben's ass and told him
to turn over. Ben flipped himself over on his back and lifted his legs in the
air. Greg again shuffled forward on his knees and reinserted his cock into Ben's
ass, going to the root in one push.
Faster and faster, they fucked, each thrust harder
than the last. Their bodies glistened with sweat, shimmering in the firelight,
and Greg's balls and thighs were now slapping loudly against Ben's ass. I watched Greg's toes claw at the blanket and
knew his climax was fast approaching, and I started moving the Fleshlight
faster on my dick.
Moments later, Greg's abs tightened and his thighs
began to tremble. With one final thrust, he let out a deep, long moan, and Ben
moaned deeply also as white ropes of cum exploded from his cock onto his chest.
I started to cum too, cumming with them, into the
Fleshlight I'd bought my son for Christmas. It was the hardest most intense cum
I'd ever had, too, but still, I managed not to make a sound.
As I stood there trying to keep my legs steady and
quietly catching my breath, the two boys collapsed together, and Greg's cock
slipped out of Ben's ass with an audible pop. I watched as Greg's thick, white
cum oozed from my son's asshole, and then Greg slid two fingers down Ben's body,
scooping up some of Ben's cum and then fed him his own ejaculate.
I knew I now had to get out of there before one or
both of them discovered me. It was quiet now, though, except for the ever-constant
crackling of the fire. I looked down at the Fleshlight; there was no way I
could pop it off my slimy dick and fasten my pants without them hearing me. So,
I held the Fleshlight on my dick with one hand and held up my pants with the
other, and, awkward as it was, I somehow managed to sneak down the hallway and
out the back door without being detected.
I staggered to my car and pulled the Fleshlight off my
spent dick and used some tissue I kept in the car to clean off my cock before
pulling up my pants and underwear. I then started the car and drove to a coffee
shop parking lot nearby to pass the time.
As I sat there, I felt guilty about what I'd done -
watching my son having sex. Then I glanced over and saw the Fleshlight, and
couldn't believe that I had used it, used the Fleshlight I had bought for my
son… used it while watching him have sex! I'd only bought him just that one
thing for Christmas, too. That had been Ben's idea, insisting that with the
added expense of paying for his college tuition now straining my pocketbook, I
should just get him one gift from now on instead of the several I usually give
him.
I had somewhat reluctantly agreed to it because I knew
that's what he wanted, but I was now regretting it. The stores were all closed
now, closing early on Christmas eve, and I had no gift for my son. What was I going
to do now? I looked at my crotch and shook my head, blaming my penis for the
mess I was now in as I put the Fleshlight back in its package.
I eventually left that coffee shop parking lot and returned
home and entered the house around the same time I'd normally arrive home from
work. I entered loudly as if to announce my return. I then called out,
"Ben? I'm home."
"In here Dad, " I heard my son call out in
reply from the living room.
I peered in rather than entering the room, so that I
could keep the package hidden from their view, and found the two boys now fully
dressed and playing a video game, sitting on the same blanket where Greg had just
fucked my son up the ass.
I told my son I was happy he was home, said hello to
Greg, and then excused myself, indicating I'd be right back.
As I headed to the stairs, I heard Greg, assuming I
had to piss, say "Why didn't your dad just use the washroom in the
hall?"
"He's not going upstairs to take a piss, he's
going upstairs to hide my Christmas present," I heard Ben reply, and then
they fell silent focusing back on the video game.
When I got upstairs, I went to the washroom and proceeded
to clean the Fleshlight. I'd never used one before today but before making the purchase I had done a little
research online first and had learned that it was easy to clean after use – all
you had to do was run water through it, and, if you wanted to sanitize it, you
could run some rubbing alcohol through it after the water.
I wasn't going to bother with sanitizing it, since
there was no way I was going to give it to my son after I had used it myself,
sanitized or not. So, as I stood there just running water through it, I was desperately
trying to think of what I was going to give my son for Christmas instead… or
how I was going to explain not having a gift for him.
After rinsing the Fleshlight well, I dried it the best
I could, then I put the orifice back into the plastic flashlight-shaped case
and screwed on the cap. I placed the Fleshlight back into its box and then
scurried from the washroom to my bedroom and shoved it under the bed. Since Ben
wasn't getting it, I had decided that I was going to use it again myself; the
thing felt incredible on my dick! As for Ben, I'd pretty much settled on giving
him cash for Christmas.
On Christmas morning, I found Ben and Greg already in
the living room. They were both eager to get to opening the gifts, and Ben
handed me my gift from him right away. It was a hoodie from his university,
which he knew I wanted.
The boys then opened each other's gifts (Greg and I weren't
exchanging gifts), with Ben also getting Greg a hoodie from his university, which
Greg had apparently also wanted.
"Underwear? You got me fucking underwear for
Christmas?" Ben asked after opening Greg's gift.
"Yeah," Greg smiled.
"You get underwear from your grandmother, from
your parents… no offense, Dad."
I made a motion to indicate no offense was taken.
"You don't give your fucking friend underwear!"
Ben finished, looking down at the package of boxer shorts. I couldn't help but smile from hearing him say 'your fucking friend' knowing that they were fucking.
"Look, dude, you're a swimmer so I know you're
used to wearing a skimpy Speedo, but that doesn't mean you have to parade around in tighty-whities, too. Little boys wear little white briefs; men wear boxers or boxer briefs.
Just looking out for you, buddy; don't want the guys in your dorm making fun of
you."
"Oh, well, ok, I guess. Thanks for the underwear,
then." Ben replied.
Now that I knew they were having sex with each other,
I was pretty sure either Greg preferred to see Ben in boxers or didn't
like the idea of Ben walking around in just tighty-whities with his goods on
display in front of all those other guys in his dorm, some of whom might be gay
or bisexual.
Of course, I didn't say a word during their little back
and forth. Instead, I stretched out my arm and passed Ben the envelope containing
a card and the cash, and said, "Merry Christmas, son!" as I handed it
off to him.
When he opened it, I could tell he was disappointed, almost
as if he was thinking I didn't care enough to buy him an actual gift. "Thanks,
Dad," he said, his disappointment clearly evident in his tone.
"Wait, I see another present hiding back here,"
Greg said, as he reached behind the tree and grabbed it, looked at the tag, and
said, "It's for you, Ben."
Ben took the gift looked at the tag and then beamed, looked
at me, and said, "I knew you wouldn't just give me money for Christmas,
Dad?"
"Wha-what?" I'd thought the gift was another
one from Greg. "Ben, I…"
"I know, Dad, you were only supposed to buy me
one," he said as he started to tear the paper. "But I also knew you
probably wouldn't be able to stick to the plan."
The paper came off and I felt ill when I saw the box.
It was that box, the box containing the Fleshlight. But how?
Ben opened the box and said gleefully, "Oh wow!
I've always wanted one of these!"
"What is it?" Greg wanted to know.
"It's a Fleshlight!"
Greg chuckled. "Really?"
"Yeah. You ever used one?" Ben asked as he
looked it over in the box.
Greg chuckled again. "Never needed to, my friend."
Ben rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, right,"
as he lifted the masturbation toy out of the box. "Oh, nice, it's the
pussy one, too. How'd you know, Dad?
"I, uh, I…
"He probably thought you missed your girlfriend's
pussy and weren't getting it from any other girls," Greg suggested.
"Guess you didn't tell him you're getting laid."
I saw Ben shoot Greg a look, and then he said, "You
know I haven't fucked any girls since I broke up with Cassie."
"Yeah, I know you haven't… fucked any girls,"
Greg smirked and then Ben changed the subject, suggesting breakfast as he stood
up. "C'mon, Greg," he said pulling Greg to his feet.
I sat there scratching my head, literally. What the
fuck just happened. How did… He must have gone into my room to check his
package out, found the box under the bed where his gift would normally be, saw
that I hadn't had time to wrap it, and wrapped it for me. That had to be it. He
is thoughtful like that, always willing to help someone out, especially me.
Then another thought occurred to me: Fuck! I can't let
him use it! I used it! my head now filled with a mental image of me cumming
in it.
"Are you coming, Dad?"
"Huh? Am I what?" I said coming out of my
thoughts.
"I said are you coming… to breakfast?"
"Yeah. Yeah. Right behind you."
Ben and Greg shot the shit while we were eating
breakfast, while I just sat there silently, staring into space as I ate, unable
to stop thinking about that Fleshlight. I had to try to get it and rinse it
with rubbing alcohol before Ben used it. I still didn't like the idea of him using
it after I had, but that ship had sailed, so at least it wouldn't be quite as
bad if I could sanitize it first.
And now was the best time to do that, while the two of
them were in the kitchen and preoccupied with their breakfast and conversation;
I could go to the living room, grab it, quickly take it upstairs and sanitize
it and then return it back to the living room with no one the wiser.
"Where you going, Dad?" Ben asked as soon as
I stood up from the table.
"Uh, to the living room to clean up the
mess," I covered.
"No, we'll do that, Dad," Ben replied.
"It's mostly our mess, anyway. C'mon," he said to Greg, "Let's
go now or my dad will do it anyway," and the two got up and headed to the
living room.
When they finished, they went upstairs, and I made a
dash for the living room and the Fleshlight was gone! Damn it!
The holidays came to their eventual end, and it was now
time for Ben to head back to school. Unfortunately, despite trying many times to
get my hands on that damn Fleshlight to sanitize it, I was never able to do so.
I had planned to drive Ben back to the campus but
apparently, it had been decided that Greg would drive Ben back to school. I was
guessing the reason was that they wanted to have sex one more time once they
got there since they wouldn't see each other again until the summer now, so I
didn't ask any questions.
"Do you have everything?" I asked Ben as he and
Greg came down the stairs carrying their bags – Greg would be returning to his
own home when he got back to town.
"Yeah," Ben replied. "And I can't wait
to try out your present when I get back to my dorm room," he added with a
huge grin on his face.
I forced a smile in response. I still couldn't believe
Ben was going to stick his penis in a Fleshlight that his dad's penis had been
in. But there was nothing I could do about it; I'd just have to try not to
think about it.
As Ben opened the front door, with Greg right behind
him, and me planning to follow them out to the car, Greg turned after Ben
stepped out and handed me a folded piece of paper, then walked out the door following
behind Ben.
As I followed behind them, I opened the folded paper
along the way and came to a dead stop as I read it:
"I hope you enjoyed watching me fuck your son's ass
as much as I enjoyed fucking it! Is your ass as tight as his? Maybe I'll just
have to find out!"
I gulped and felt the color drain from my face, only
looking up as I heard my son call out, "Bye, Dad," before he ducked
into the car.
"Bye, son," I managed to get out, finding Ben
already with his head down looking at his phone, and then looking to Greg, who
was not yet in the car, I stammered, "Dri-drive safe."
"Sorry, what was that?" Greg smirked, moving
to close the short distance between us as I spoke.
"I said, drive safe," I repeated.
"I will," Greg smiled. "And you think
about my note," he added in a whisper
I looked over at the car; my son still wasn't paying
any attention. "What makes you think I like…" I started in a whisper.
"Dick?" Greg whispered near my ear. "I
fucked a guy once who told me you like taking it up the butt." He pulled
back, then leaned in again and added, "Just like your son! And he loves
taking this up his butt," he finished as he squeezed his hand on his
crotch showing off an outline of his fat prick. "But you saw that first-hand,
didn't you?" he chuckled, and then turned and walked back over to the car.
Ben looked up when Greg got in the car and closed the
door. He smiled at me and waved as the car started to back out of the driveway.
I waved back, still holding the note in my other hand, looking at Greg, who continued
to just smirk at me until the car drove away.
I stood there for a moment and then went inside. I plopped
my ass down on the couch, still feeling somewhat dumbfounded by what had just
taken place. I couldn't believe the guy who is fucking my son not only knows I
watched him do that, but he knows I like dick, that I'm a bottom, and he wants
to fuck me!
I read Greg's note again, and this time a mental image
of his cock filled my head, and then I found myself rubbing myself and soon
enough, pulling my dick out and jerking off as I re-read Greg's note over and
over and imagined him actually fucking me.
There was no denying it, I wanted that cock. I wanted
it down my throat and up my ass just as much as my son did. It didn't take me
very long to cum.
Of course, after my arousal had diminished, my thought
on the subject was more rational. Despite how much I might have been in lust
with Greg's cock, he was fucking my son, so I couldn't let him fuck me too. If
my son ever found out, it could destroy our relationship. There was also the
fact that he was only eighteen; I was old enough to be his father! It just
didn't seem right either way.
A few hours later, the doorbell rang.
"Greg. Wh-what are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I got Ben
back to school safe and sound."
"Oh, uh, well thanks for letting me know. You,
uh, you could have just called or, uh, sent a text."
"I know. Oh, by the way, Ben really liked your
gift. I knew he would," he grinned.
"Wh-what do you mean, 'you knew he would'?"
"Oh, I convinced Ben to let me go look in your hiding
spots," and he made hand quotes when he said hiding spots. "Under the
bed, really?" he laughed.
It never even occurred to me when I had shoved the box
under my bed that it was one of the places where I normally put Ben's Christmas
presents, the closet being the other. They weren't really hiding spots; Ben
knew where to look and his gifts were usually already wrapped by Christmas eve.
He just liked to look at the shape and give them a shake to see if he could
figure out what he was getting.
He went on, "When I saw that you hadn't had time
to wrap it yet, I figured I'd help you out, so I wrapped it and put it under
the tree for you. You're welcome," he smiled.
"You-you did that?!"
Greg grinned and nodded. "But don't worry, he
didn't know what you got him until he opened it; he assumed it was wrapped already
and I told him I couldn't figure out what it was."
"Why?! Why would you do that?"
"Because I didn't want to ruin the
surprise."
"No! Why would you wrap it and put it under the
tree?!"
"Because I knew deep down you really wanted him
to have it. After all, you bought it for him, right?" he smirked.
I knew by the way he had annunciated the word 'him'
that he was referencing the fact that I had used it, that I had cum in it and
he knew that I had.
Still, I was angry. "What gave you the right to…"
"What gave you the right to spy on me and your
son having sex, and to jack off to it… using the Fleshlight you bought for your
own son?' Greg shot back and all I could do was look down at the ground. He was
right.
Both of us just stood there silently for a moment, until
Greg spoke again.
"So, is it?" he asked.
"Is it, what?" I asked looking up.
"As tight as your son's?"
I felt my face flush and I gulped.
"How 'bout you invite me in and we'll find out?"
"And if I refuse, you'll what, tell my son everything?"
"Not at all. I'm not gonna blackmail my way up
your ass. I want you to want my cock… and I can tell that you do. I can tell
now, and I could tell then… when you were watching me give it to your son."
I just gulped again and then Greg went on and said, "So
invite me in and I'll let you have it… let you experience this!" and he
grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. His cock was rock hard in his pants. "Let
you feel every fat inch your son gets to feel," he finished.
That was all it took, just one feel of that cock,
feeling how big it was, how thick it was, how warm it was, how hard it was, and
my lust for it once again consumed me. The fact that I was old enough to be his
dad, the fact that he was fucking my son, neither of those things were any longer
of any concern to me just then, nothing was, except for that long, hard piece
of meat inside his pants - both my holes were his if he wanted them, his to use
for the pleasure of that big, fat cock!
"Well?" he questioned. "Do you want to
open one more package this Christmas or what?"
"Yes! I want to open it! I want to open that package and feel every fat inch of your cock go in me!" I blurted out loud, and then, remembering my surroundings, I took a quick look around to make sure none of my neighbors were in the vicinity, then, in a quieter yet just as excited if not pleading tone of voice, I said, "Come in! Please!" as I stepped aside and opened the door wider.
"Ha-ha, you're just as horny to get my cock up
your ass as your son is, even saying please like he does. I love it!" Greg
chuckled as he made his way past me and into the house. "Trust me, that's
not going to be the only time you're gonna be begging me please!" and he
chuckled some more.
He ended up making me build a fire and fetch the same
blanket he and my son had had sex on. We did everything together that I had
watched him do with my son, including him feeding me my own ejaculate. He even
made me plead for him to fuck me, just as he had made Ben plead for his cock.
However, unlike Ben, he fucked me twice, shoving his
ever-hard young prick right back up my ass again as I was just finishing licking
the last of my own load off his fingers. By the time he left, my double-loaded asshole
had been pounded so hard and stretched so wide by his thick cock, that I was literally
walking funny.
Still, I didn't hesitate to say ok when Greg said he
wanted to come back the next day and fuck me some more.
Oh, and according to Greg, my ass is as tight
as my son's! However, since Greg told me he plans on fucking mine as much as
possible (and I happily plan to let him) I'm sure by the time Ben comes home
for the summer, that will no longer be the case!
©2022 by Ryan Michaels
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