BRAD:

    "I said no, Avery. You can't go out of the country on your own."

    "But Daaad, I wouldn't be on my own," my son nagged. "Chase will be there. And a bunch of our other friends."

    For their upcoming spring break, the boys were planning on going to Rosarito, Mexico. Even though they were already 18, I still didn't feel comfortable with Avery going away without any parental supervision. So here we were, sitting in the kitchen, having this conversation yet again.

    Although Avery and I were fully dressed, his friend Chase sat across from us wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers. I tried not to stare at his taut teenage body too much but it wasn't easy, especially since Chase knew the effect he had on me. He kept stroking his own torso playfully, circling his fingers around his nipples, and raising his arms up to flash his hairy pits. He always made it seem so casual, though I strongly suspected it was intentional.

    "I can think of a solution," he chimed in, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushing down, enough to reveal a patch of pubic hair. "Why don't you come with us, Brad?"

    "What?" my son and I said simultaneously.

    "Come with us. We'll drive down together. We'll share a hotel room. It'll be fun," Chase said, shooting a wink at me and licking his lips teasingly.

    "Nuh-uh. No way. Nobody else's parents are coming," Avery protested indignantly.

    "Your dad's not just a parent. He's cool," Chase said, almost making me blush. I'd been called many things in my life, but "cool" was not one of them. Chase looked at my son and added, "Think about it, man. Would you rather go with your dad or not go at all?"

    "I'll go with Dad," Avery agreed. 

    And just like that, without even consulting me, a decision seemed to be made.

    "Cool. Brad, you can take that week off work. I'll go book the hotel," Chase said, standing up with his dick swinging in his loose underwear. Hypnotized by it, I could only say one word.

    "Okay."

—

    Two weeks later, the three of us drove down to Mexico in my car, followed by three other boys from Avery's school. I'd never seen my son hang out with these guys so I assumed they were more Chase's friends than Avery's. They were all athletes and I low-key expected them to be douchebags, but they were all perfectly polite as they shook my hand before we set off.

    After a few hours' drive, and a frustratingly long wait at the border, we finally arrived at our destination. I still couldn't believe how easily Chase had talked me into this. I'd made several promises to Avery that I would keep to myself and let them have fun. I was only here in case anything got messy. At the hotel, I would be sharing a room with Chase and Avery, while their friends stayed in the room next to us. 

    "There's only two beds here," my son noted as we entered the room.

    "That's all they had," Chase said. "So Avery, who do you wanna share a bed with, me or your dad?"

    "Umm, I'll share with you," my son said, placing his backpack on one of the beds.

    "Perfect," Chase said, and he winked at me behind my son's back. Somehow, I had a suspicion there might have been rooms with more than just two beds available, but this was all part of Chase's plan when he booked the hotel rooms for us. By this point, I wouldn't put anything past him.

    I kept my promise and stayed out of the boys' way, allowing them to go to the beach on their own. When I saw them in their swimsuits, I realized how tiny my son seemed compared to his friends. He looked at least a few years younger than Chase and the others, who could almost pass for being in their mid-20s. 

    I spent a few hours by the hotel pool, reading and relaxing. I had dinner with the guys, whose conversation revolved around a group of girls they'd met at the beach. After dinner, they said they were going to a bar, and I wasn't thrilled by it but I let Avery go. He had agreed to share his phone's location with me, and I already knew I'd be checking it every fifteen minutes until he returned to the hotel.

    On my own in the room, I watched some TV since the hotel had a bunch of American channels. Avery was still out, but he texted me quite a few times to assure me everything was okay. Eventually, I decided to take a shower and climb into bed. The drive and being out in the sun had me extra tired and I fell asleep quite quickly. I was right in the middle of a recurring dream – one where I was sucking Chase's dick – when the door opened and woke me up. 

    Avery and Chase shuffled into the room, trying to be quiet but making more noise than they realized. I could tell they were drunk by the way they stumbled around in the dark as they got ready for bed.

    "You're sleeping naked?!" Avery whispered nervously to Chase, who was taking all of his clothes off.

    "Yeah, your dad won't give a fuck. You should do the same, c'mon," Chase encouraged my son to undress before falling onto the bedspread with his legs spread wide.

    By now I was fully alert, and my eyes were adjusted to the darkness. The curtains were partially open and there was enough light coming in from outside, allowing me to see my son's silhouette as he slowly took all of his clothes off. He joined Chase in bed and the two pulled the covers over them. For the next couple of minutes, they continued whispering and giggling to each other while shuffling around under the sheets.

    There was no mistaking it: the two boys were clearly jerking off. Whether it was just side-by-side or mutual handjobs, I couldn't be sure. Still, the mere presence of these randy teens was enough to make me pop a boner in my boxer briefs as well.

    Soon, Chase moved the covers down, which confirmed to me that he and my son were exchanging handjobs. As discreetly as I could, I slid my underwear down and I slowly stroked myself under the covers with as little movement as possible. I'd spied on the boys before, but never like this, while we were all in the same room. This was next-lever risky – on both ends! I guess the alcohol made my son not worry about my presence. As for Chase, hell, he didn't need no booze to relax. He was probably getting off on the fact that I was just a few feet away. 

    "Dude, it would be amazing if you blew me right now," Chase suggested to Avery.

    "But... but what about my dad?" Avery asked nervously.

    "He's asleep, it'll be fine," Chase said confidently.

    Without further protest, my son bent down and swallowed Chase's hard cock. Since they'd gone straight to bed without taking a shower this evening, I bet Chase was all sweaty and musky. The wet noises I could hear were unmistakably the sounds of my son slobbering on his buddy's dick. For the next fifteen minutes, I jerked myself off, listening to my own son giving a blowjob. At one point, I glanced at Chase, and I could've sworn he was looking right at me and smiling. It was too dark to be sure, but knowing Chase, I wouldn't put it past him. He was a shit-stirrer, that's for sure. 

    "Let me fuck you," Chase suddenly said in a much louder whisper, almost like he wanted to make sure I could hear.

    "What?!" was Avery's response. Judging by his tone of voice, he was just as taken aback by Chase's suggestion as I was.

    "Here, I brought some lube," Chase continued, instantly pulling out a bottle of lube from the nightstand. The fact that he was so prepared made it clear he had been planning for this moment. He probably thought about it when he first invited me on this trip two weeks ago! 

    I held my breath to hear Avery's response. "I've never done it before," my son said quietly.

    "That's okay, man. I'll be gentle. We'll go slow, I promise," Chase whispered.

    Whatever Avery said next was too quiet for me to hear. With my fist still wrapped around my boner, I watched as Chase got out of bed and opened the curtains a bit more, explaining to Avery that he needed a little bit more light so he wouldn't make a mess with the lube. He was a slick one. I now had no doubt whatsoever that he was doing all of this for my benefit.

    When Chase returned to bed, I heard lube squirting out, shortly followed by a gasp of pain from Avery. Chase shushed him, but I bet he wanted me to hear. With the added light, I could see everything clearly now. Chase handed Avery a pillow to bite on, with promises to go slower. Inch by inch, I watched as Chase worked his cock into my son's tight, virgin hole. He was true to his word and went gently, giving Avery time to get used to the new sensation.

    "See, not so bad," Chase smirked while caressing Avery's bare back. "You ready for more?"

    "Yeah, I think so. Slowly!"

    Chase held onto Avery's hips and started pulling out slowly, just a few inches, before shoving back in. Each time he slammed back in, Avery grunted. After the first few thrusts, Chase was able to pull out and then shove his cock back in faster and harder. Avery's grunting continued, soon softening into moans of pleasure.

    "That's right, open that ass up for me," Chase grunted, no longer pretending to keep his voice down. "Dude, you're fucking tight. This is amazing. I bet half the football team would love to fuck a pussy like this."

    Chase's words shocked me… but they also turned me on. My hand tightened around my cock, and I tried not to picture my son getting gangbanged by a bunch of jocks in the school locker room. Avery might've been having the same exact thoughts, as his moaning only got louder.

    The more riled up the two teens got, the louder they became. Soon, Chase was bouncing off my son's ass with loud slaps that echoed around the room. Even with his face buried in the pillow, Avery's moaning was getting louder by the minute. 

    "Yeah? You like that? You like me fucking you in front of your dad?" Chase growled, reaching forward to tug a fistful of Avery's hair.

    "Mhm," Avery moaned.

    "Mhm? Let me hear it," Chase demanded.

    "Yes! I love you fucking me in front of my dad!" Avery cried out.

    My fingers became sticky with so much precum that for a moment I thought I had blown a load. Chase fucked my son faster and faster, turning his head to look right at me, catching me with my eyes open. He could see me, I could see him – there was no more hiding. 

    "I'm gonna breed you. I'm gonna breed you right here with your dad in the room," Chase barked at Avery while maintaining intense eye contact with me. "Here it comes!"

    With that, the high school jock bred my boy. I could only imagine Chase's thick load painting my son's insides and flooding his guts. I knew from personal experience that Chase always shot huge loads. His cum was probably already dripping out of my boy's freshly fucked hole. I shot my load that same second, making a whole mess under the covers, but I didn't care.

    "There. Now you're no longer a virgin," Chase announced triumphantly, smacking my son's bare ass while shooting a wink at me.