BEN:

    The first time I fucked Peter Davies, I tried keeping the noise down to a minimum. The footballer wanted us to fuck in his living room while his son was upstairs. Although I was turned on by the setup, I still felt like it was wiser not to get caught. I'd fucked plenty of single moms (and the occasional closeted dad) over the years, and we always managed to do it without their kids walking in on us. 

    As soon as Peter and I started dating and I learned more about his boy, I felt more relaxed. Not only was Adrian well in his teens, but apparently he was also gay. And then, the second time Peter and I fucked in his living room, he surprised me by announcing "My son is watching us." I looked up and spotted Adrian's shadow, spying on us while I was eating his father's ass. Peter didn't seem to have a problem with it; as a matter of fact, the next thing he said to me was "Fuck my arse!," begging me to breed his hole right in front of his boy. Never one to turn down a challenge, I shoved my cock balls-deep inside Peter's hole, letting his son watch and learn a few things.

    My relationship with Peter was turbulent and weird. It was a publicity relationship, set up by our PR teams, but he and I genuinely enjoyed each other's company (although, admittedly, the only thing we did when we were together was fuck). Out in public, we of course pretended to be monogamous. Behind closed doors, Peter and I both shagged other people, sometimes together and sometimes separate. I'd had sex with celebrities before, but thanks to Peter I dove even deeper into A-list waters. At times, even I was star-struck by the VIPs who begged me to fuck their ass, most of which presented as straight to the general public.

    As the weeks went by and the tabloids speculated if wedding bells were in the future for Peter Davies and his "American beau," Peter could often be found on his knees at a sex party, taking loads by the dozen. One Friday night, we attended one such orgy together, in an Arab billionaire's penthouse overlooking the Thames and London's iconic skyline. The party was co-ed but quite segregated, with the men who were interested in sex with other men all in one room. Fueled by booze and coke, we went at it all night. By the time we were done early in the morning, Peter's wrecked hole was oozing with uncontainable cum, deposited there by faceless strangers. I was a bit worried about him since he seemed out of it, having potentially taken some other drugs as well. I decided to make sure Peter got home, so I called up the driver that he always kept on standby and we headed to Peter's house. 

    Once there, I wondered if this might be the day that I finally and officially meet Adrian. It's funny: the teen had seen me pump out a load in his dad's ass but he'd never shaken my hand. When Peter and I went on dates it was always in public, where we could be seen by the paparazzi. The few other times that we'd fucked at Peter's house, Adrian was away with his mother in Liverpool. Now, I wasn't sure if the teen would be in or not. With an unconscious Peter on my shoulder, I knocked on the door of their house. When no answer came, I dug through Peter's pockets and fished out the key. Struggling to get him up the stairs, we finally arrived in Pete's bedroom where I dropped him onto the bed.

    I took all of Peter's clothes off, more cum dribbling out of his ass as I pulled down his underwear. Once done, I decided to lie down for a minute since I was beat. Within seconds, immense tiredness came over me, the effect of the cocaine rapidly fizzling out. I doffed my own clothes and just as I pulled off my second sock, my eyes closed and I passed out.

    I woke up several hours later, well past noon. Even though I'd fucked several men and women at the orgy, I woke up with my hard cock pointing up at Peter's ceiling. Next to me, Pete was still sound asleep and snoring. I had the worst case of cottonmouth. In desperate need of water, I stood up and waited a couple of seconds for the room to stop turning. Finally, once I was stable enough, I made my way down to the kitchen. 

    Since there was no answer at the door earlier, I assumed there was no one else in the house. Turns out, I was wrong. As soon as I entered the kitchen, stark naked and with my throbber pointing forward, I saw a skinny teenage boy sitting at the table. Adrian, no doubt. His hair was much darker than his father's, and the tattoos and muscles were absent, but the familiar resemblance was unmissable.

    "Hey," I said. My first instinct was to cover up my junk, but then I realized Adrian had already seen me dump a load inside his father's ass; seeing me standing naked in the kitchen was perfectly innocent in comparison. 

    "Uhhh… hi," the kid muttered. 

    "I'm Ben. Your father's boyfriend," I introduced myself with a smile.

    "I'm Adrian. My father's… son," the boy said, and I could tell he immediately felt stupid for saying that. I smiled wider to let him know everything was okay.

    "Nice to meet you, Adrian," I stepped forward and offered my hand. The poor boy didn't know where to look: my outstretched hand, my eyes, or my bobbing penis, still throbbing up and down. 

    "P– Pleasure," he stuttered as he shook my hand. Right as we touched, I felt a dollop of precum coming out through my piss slit and glistening on my circumcised cockhead. Adrian might've spotted it as well, as he licked his lips just as my pre-jizz came oozing out.

    "Sorry about this," I said, separating my hand from Adrian's and using it to point down at my nudity. "I knocked earlier and no one answered so I thought no one else was home."

    "I– I was asleep," the teen explained. "I didn't hear the door."

    "I hope you don't mind," I said cockily, resting my hands on my hips and sticking my chest forward.

    "No– Not at all. You look great," he said, and I could tell that once again he regretted what he said loud. "I mean, it's fine. With my dad… I basically grew up in locker rooms."

    "So nothing you ain't seen yet, huh?" I joked, a second glob of precum dripping out of my cock and landing on the table, right next to Adrian's bowl. If my dick had been just a few inches to the left, it would've dripped down right in the teen's cereal.

    "I need some water. I'm parched," I said and turned around, giving Peter's son a good view of my ass. I opened the fridge and was pleased to see the bottles of water were on the bottom shelf. Bending down, I could feel Adrian's curious eyes on my glutes, my ball sack, as well as my hole. I clenched and unclenched my ass a few times, using it to wink at my audience.

    "Is– Is my Dad asleep?" Adrian asked, trying to sound as casual as he could, though I could sense the excitement in his voice.

    "Aha," I nodded as I closed the fridge and turned around. I twisted the bottle cap off and took a looong chug of water, all the while using my other hand to scratch my belly. With Adrian's eyes stuck on me, my hand drifted downward until it was combing through my pubes. Finally, I used it to press down on my boner, stretching it and giving it a few tugs.

    "Okay, back to bed," I said after I finished the water and discarded the bottle. I winked at Adrian (this time using my eye) and headed upstairs.

    It only took the teen a couple of minutes to appear in his father's bedroom. Peter was still passed out on the bed next to me, and Adrian came in to ask,

    "Would– Would you like something to eat?"

    I smiled, sensing he was concerned about my hunger as much as he was looking for an opportunity to keep ogling at my naked body. Unwilling to deprive him of that opportunity, I turned to face him and spread my legs open, giving him a good look at my still-hard dick.

    "No, I don't think I can eat anything, but thanks," I replied.

    "The– The newspapers are saying you and Dad are getting married," he changed the topic next, still eager to stick around.

    "Ha! That's not happening," I laughed, looking at a snoring Peter and then back up at his son. I noticed the teen sneak a few peeks of his father's naked body as well, but he'd probably seen him nude hundreds of times so he seemed more interested in me. Not to mention the fact that Peter was lying on his stomach whereas I was giving the teen a view of my rock-hard tool.

    "Are you– Are you and my father in, like, a real relationship? Or is it for publicity?" the boy asked.

    "What do you mean?" I asked coyly.

    "It's okay, you can tell me," he said. "I know how it works. He's had plenty of flings like that in the past. All of them with women, and well… we know how that worked out."

    We both chuckled before I answered Adrian's question.

    "Well, we're not together just because our publicists told us so, but that's how it started. I mean, we have fun together and all, but we're definitely not discussing marriage."

    "So do you… still see other people?" Adrian asked.

    "You mean, dating?"

    "That, or… sex or whatever," the teen probed.

    "Haha. Let's just say… I'm open," I said with a wink, spreading my legs wider. "Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked, deciding it was my turn to interview the teen for a while.

    "N– No," he shook his head, looking confused.

    "Your father told me you were into guys," I revealed.

    "Y– Yeah, but I don't have a boyfriend," he insisted.

    "Would you like to have one?" I teased, reaching down and scratching my balls before giving my dick a few more tugs in front of the footballer's son.

    "Yeah!" Adrian said eagerly. "I'd love to finally be with a guy."

    "Oh, so you've never been with anyone?" I concluded.

    "Nope," Adrian admitted, going slightly red. 

    "And what would you like to try first?" I asked, my hand still on my cock. By this point, I wasn't tugging on it as much as I was fully jacking off.

    "I'd… I'd love to try sucking a cock," the teen once again licked his lips while staring at my crotch. I felt precum sticking to my fingers and I used it as lube while stroking and saying,

    "Well, why don't you come here and suck on this cock?"

    The teenage boy licked his lips, looked over at his naked father sleeping on the bed… and stepped closer to me.​