Previously on My Son's Friend Moves In:

    Brad lives alone with his son Avery, a senior in high school – but when Avery's friend Chase needs a place to stay, Brad invites him to move in with them. Having a cocky jock like Chase in the house changes the whole dynamic between Avery and Brad, who grow a LOT closer. 

    At the end of the summer, Avery moves to San Francisco for college, but Brad and Chase continue to live together, engaging in daily sexcapades, filming them, and forwarding the videos to Avery.

 

BRAD:

    I wasn't a fan of taking phone calls while driving, but when I saw my son's name pop up on screen I immediately hit the green button.

    "Hey, Avery. Everything going okay in San Francisco?" I asked.

    "Yes, Dad. I saw you called me earlier but I was in class. What's up?"

    "Not much, just wanted to check up on my favorite son."
   "I'm your ONLY son," Avery pointed out. "No need to worry about me. I'm acing every single class."

    "And are you having fun outside of class?" I probed.

    My son took a second before answering. "Yes. San Francisco is… well, it's a lot of fun. Especially if you're gay."

    "Lots of dates, huh?"

    "Way more than I expected, to be honest," Avery replied.

    "You're a good-looking young man, so it doesn't surprise me," I said with a smile. "I miss you, son."

    "Miss you too, Dad. Now tell me, what are you up to? Is Chase driving you crazy?"
   "Oh, I'm just driving home from work," I said. "And Chase… he's his usual self."

    "I loved that video you sent me the other day. The one where you're sucking his dick," Avery whispered. He was probably out in public and had to talk quietly as he said, "I jerked off and blew a huge load, Dad. Right at the same time Chase was cumming in your mouth."

    "I'll make sure we keep sending you those videos, son," I promised. "And hey, maybe during one of those dates… you can also take a video and send it to me," I suggested, rubbing my bulge as I drove.

    "I'll do my best, Dad," Avery promised. "But speaking of dates – I gotta go. I've got one in half an hour."

    I pulled into my driveway soon, feeling refreshed after the exciting phone call with my son. My dick was still chubbed up in my khakis but at least none of my neighbors were out to notice my tented bulge. The house looked perfectly calm from the outside, but as soon as I stepped in I realized it was anything but. Chase clearly had a guest over, and by the sound of it they were fucking – hard.

    "Fuck yeah, take that dick!" Chase's voice boomed through the entire house, most likely coming from his room, accompanied by the sound of his balls smacking on someone's thighs in rhythmic fashion.

    Rubbing my still-swollen crotch, curiosity carried my feet up the stairs. I wasn't terribly surprised to find Chase's door wide open. He knew this was the time I get home from work, so he might've even left it open intentionally. Still, I crept closer and listened without making myself seen.

    "Yes, go deeper. Ahh, fuck yeah!" a man's voice moaned, sounding vaguely familiar.

    I crept closer, holding my breath and peeking inside to see two men in bed together. There was Chase, his ripped teenage body glistening with sweat… straddling his own father! John lay on his stomach, looking back with delirious lust at his son. His broad back arched under the hunky teenager's assault, his asscheeks spread wide open while Chase drove into him with powerful slams that threatened to split him in two.

    I couldn't tear my eyes away as I stood in the doorway, mouth agape. My cock was throbbing painfully in my pants, but I didn't dare move and disturb the scene. It was so fucking hot to see a son rutting his own father like this. Even though he was almost 40, John was just as athletic as his son. The two of them were such a hot combo. I moved to fish my cock out, and that's when John's face turned slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with an amused, sly grin.

    "We've got company," he nodded to Chase, his words muffled by a gasp as Chase continued pounding him with zero pause.

    Chase glanced over his shoulder and spotted me. His lips curled into that cocky smirk I knew so well, one that always made my knees weak. Instead of stopping, he ramped it up even more. In a power move that no son other would ever pull with his father, Chase lunged one leg forward, planting his sweaty foot directly on John's cheek, pinning his face to the mattress. The way he kept looking back at me was almost like he was making sure I was still watching. I couldn't have turned away if I wanted to. I finally reached down, fingers working my zipper open and freeing my aching cock. I was just about to start stroking...

    "Leave it," Chase barked, his voice sharp and authoritative, making my hands snap to my sides. "Get over here. If you need your dick serviced, stick it in his mouth."

    Chase brought his foot back and pulled on John's hips to get him into doggy-style position, while I kicked my pants off and got onto the bed. I knelt in front of John with my back to the headboard. Chase used his two forefingers to pry John's mouth open, the man's tongue lolling out, ready to take my tool. Then, Chase pushed his dad's head forward. John's mouth engulfed my entire shaft in one single, greedy gulp.

    For the next ten minutes or so, John expertly handled our cocks from both ends. Equally impressive was Chase's sheer stamina as he fucked his studly dad. The teen's muscles rippled with every thrust, and he even flexed his biceps for me, which he knew I loved. After he was done flashing his muscles and hairy armpits, Chase used his hand to swat his father's ass with a loud crack that echoed like a whip. John grunted but a hint of a smile curled his lips when Chase spanked him again.

    "On your back, Pops," Chase ordered after a while, carrying an easy air of command.

    Chase pulled out just long enough to roughly flip his father over with ease, even though John was bigger than him. Now, John's head dangled off the mattress's edge, throat exposed. Chase hoisted his dad's legs up, planting his ankles on his shoulders and plunged back in, folding his father nearly in half.

    "Grab my head, man," John pleaded with me, his eyes looking desperate. 

    For some reason I looked at Chase, as if I needed his permission or something.

    "Go ahead," the teen said. "Fuck his throat. Hard. Make him gag."

    I hopped off the bed and got in a standing position, pointing my cock downward and sliding it into John's upside-down mouth. The angle was perfect: his esophagus relaxed, allowing me to fuck his face deep and steady. As I picked up speed, my musky balls slapped against the man's forehead and nose. John's gagging sounds mixed with the sharp slaps from Chase's hips in perfect unison. As I fucked his throat, John's hands gripped my thighs tightly and pulled me in even closer.

    Chase pulled on his dad's legs, hugging his thighs to his chest. Doing so lifted John's lower back off the mattress, giving me an ever better angle to shove my cock down his throat. The whole time, John's dick remained rigid and dripping precum on his stomach. His throat tightened around my boner as Chase accelerated his thrusts, his hips slamming relentlessly against John's ass. I stared in wonder at the sexy pair, hardly believing I was a part of it all. Chase smirked at my expression, growling dirty commands at his father while he panted. With every word, John spurted a fresh string of precum onto his stomach.

    Suddenly, Chase let his father fall back onto the bed. I watched as Chase's hand snaked down to John's sack, yanking hard and twisting his dad's nuts with his fist. John's body jerked, a muffled cry unable to escape past my shaft. I squirmed in second-hand pain while Chase pulled even harder, like he was testing John's limit. Hell, I half-expected him to rip 'em off. John's eyes squeezed shut, tears welling up – but his cock stayed hard as a rock, throbbing and shooting out more precum than ever. Fuck, John was loving this, and his own son probably knew it. Chase grunted, burying himself to the hilt, and loudly unloaded a flood of teenage cum deep inside his father's ass.

    I could tell John needed air, so I pulled my dick out of his mouth. His handsome face was flushed and his chest heaved from the exertion. He wiped the saliva off his chin with the back of his right hand before glaring at his son.

    "You fucking prick," John rasped at Chase, his left hand cupping his tender nuts, massaging them gently. There wasn't any real anger in the dad's tone, but his face flashed with an affectionate yet wicked grin. "Payback time."

    Chase chuckled and rolled onto his stomach without protest. The shift in dynamics was so fast it gave me whiplash. John rose up, his submissive demeanor instantly transforming into something much more aggressive. He shifted his son's thighs apart with his knees, and spat into his own palm before using his saliva to slick his cock. Three seconds ago he was a spit-roasted bottom slut, but now John pressed his fat cockhead against Chase's hole and shoved inside forcefully. Chase hissed at the intrusion, but his father was serious about the payback part.

    John's thrusts started slowly but built quickly, pinning Chase's wrists to his lower back. Then, John proceeded to fuck the jock deep with the same tool that made him. I stood there in awe of the kinky scene, not daring to touch my own dick. The sight of a father dominating his son in a complete role-reversal was intoxicating. John's ass flexed with each thrust, his hole glistening and leaking Chase's jizz. The room was filled with a fresh set of moans, this time coming from Chase.    

    "Get on top of me," John growled, locking eyes with me over his shoulder.

    It took me a second to register that he was talking to me. That's when it clicked: John wanted me to fuck him while he fucked his son. Fucking hell, he really was a kinky bastard! 

    I climbed back onto the bed carefully, the mattress dipping under all of our combined weight. I carefully positioned myself behind John, my cock disappearing into his loose asshole, liberally lubed with his son's spunk. Together, the three of us were one messy, dirty, fuck pile, stinking up the room in the best way possible.

    John paused his thrusts as I started fucking him, until he and I found our shared groove. As I slammed into his freshly-fucked hole, his hips drove forward, pushing his cock deeper in Chase. Sweat poured off our bodies, the air thick with musk and deep grunts.

    Before long, John's body began trembling. His muscles tensed and his hole clenched my shaft tightly. Even before he said anything, I could tell that John was cumming, breeding his own son's guts.

    "Fuuuuck, yeah," John moaned, confirming my suspicions.

    "Yes. Cum inside me, Dad," Chase begged.

    John's hole squeezed my dick like a vise and began milking my shaft. I buried my face in his shoulder, my balls pulsing as I unloaded inside John's ass. In the meantime, Chase bucked his hips back against his father and started shooting another load, making a mess of the sheets.

    Finally, we collapsed in a tangled, sweaty heap, limbs entwined, cum everywhere. "That was fun," Chase mused lazily. Then, he looked at me and added, "Maybe we can do it again when we go to see Avery in San Francisco next week. Huh, what do you say, Brad?"​