HARRY:

    All summer long, I'd been planning on renovating my garage; giving the walls a fresh coat of paint and putting up some new shelving. Now that we were well into fall, I was determined to get it over with before winter started, so I called my son Kurt and asked him if he could come over for a day and help me take care of it. 

    "You sure you don't wanna just hire someone to do it?" he asked. "I mean, you have the money."

    "No, son. I think we should take the time and do this together, what do you say? Like we did back in the day? It'll give us a chance to bond," I said.

    "Oh, we've bonded pretty well lately, Dad," Kurt laughed, likely referring to the fact he and I had spit-roasted his girlfriend several times by now. "Okay, I'll drop by on Saturday. See you then."

    I couldn't get myself to tell it to Kurt over the phone, but I had an ulterior motive for my invitation. When he showed up at the house, we had a couple of beers, went to the garage where we were alone, and while doing work I casually mentioned, "Your brother offered to suck my dick."

    I expected Kurt to be at least mildly surprised by that, but I should've known better. He just laughed and said, "Haha, oh yeah? And what did you say to that?"

    "I told him I'd think about it," I replied truthfully. We just continued painting for a couple of minutes before I asked, "What was your first time like? I mean, the first time Sawyer sucked your cock."

    "Well… it happened at Pride in New York. We were hanging out with a friend of theirs – have you ever met Taylor?"

    "Oh, yes I have," I confirmed, remembering the time Taylor and his husband Owen stayed over at our cabin in the Catskills and I walked in on them fucking.

    "We were all at this fetish bar or whatever it's called," Kurt continued, "and we were talking about rimming. Eatin' ass, you know? I told them I'd never had it done, and Taylor was all like 'Sawyer's a great ass eater, he should eat your ass right here and now.'"

    "That sounds like Taylor," I nodded with a smile.

    "I was kinda drunk so I went along with it—"

    "Right at the bar?" I gasped. "Without you even taking a shower?"

    "Oh yeah, right there in public. I was probably a bit musky, but knowing Sawyer he probably liked that. So he's crouching on the floor, tonguing my ass, going nice and deep. And Taylor wasn't lying: Sawyer was fucking good at it! It got my cock hard, obviously. Shit, even just talking about it now is getting me hard."

    My elder son reached inside his sweatpants and adjusted his boner. In my old pair of jeans, my own dick was throbbing, almost fully erect at the thought of my younger son eating his big brother's ass in a public bar.

    "Then Taylor keeps stirring the pot, cuz that's what he does," Kurt continued his story. "He noticed my dick was hard so he was all like, 'Turn around, Kurt.' Then he took my prick in his hand and basically guided it into Sawyer's mouth. Meanwhile, Sawyer's looking up at me, and I can see the lust in his eyes. I could tell how much he wanted it. So I went for it."

    "So… you weren't recording it?" I noted. "You didn't do it for the camera?"

    The question my son Sawyer had asked me a week ago was, verbatim, "Dad… would you be willing to let me suck you off on camera?" He specifically said the fans were asking for it, and he wanted to do it for them.

    "No, the first time Sawyer sucked me off wasn't on camera," Kurt said, his hand still idly fumbling inside his sweatpants.

    "See, Son, I'm confused cuz I… I thought what you and your brother did was only for the money. Only for the fans."

    "It is, for the most part," Kurt said. "But we can still have some fun off camera every now and then. You never know where things might go. Shit, look at Jessica and me. When we first started it was only for the sake of making videos. Now we're a couple."

    "I see," I said, putting down the paintbrush I was holding so I could adjust my bulge. By now, my cock was so hard that it felt painful trapped in my jeans.

    "So you think you gonna take Sawyer up on his offer?" my son asked me.

    "I'm… nervous to do it in front of the camera," I admitted. "Especially if it's live."

    "It doesn't have to be broadcast live," Kurt noted. "Or if the camera makes you nervous, you don't even need to have it there. Just do what Sawyer and I did."

    "What, go to a fetish bar and have him suck my cock there?" I chuckled.

    "I'm sure you won't get no complaints from Sawyer," Kurt laughed. "No, I mean do it off-camera. Sure, we do this for the views and the money, but you ain't gotta film every sexual encounter."

    My son's hand was still in his sweats, and by now Kurt was visibly stroking his meat. I smiled and said, "Wish you would've brought Jessica with you today. Looks like we could both use some release."

    "I don't know about you, but I'm thinking of getting off, with or without her," Kurt smirked my way. He proceeded to push down the front of his sweatpants and haul out his big, thick moneymaker of a cock. He continued stroking it, clearly relaxed around me and unashamed to be enjoying himself. Given everything we'd done together recently, I shouldn't have been surprised. But usually there was always someone else around. Jessica as a focus for us both, or Sawyer running the camera. This moment here, in my garage with my son... it was more like we were buddies, talking about our horny escapades and getting one another worked up.

    I figured, what the hell, and I unzipped my jeans so that I could finally free my own throbbing dick. Kurt smiled in approval as I grabbed my shaft and started stroking. Matching his rhythm somehow seemed natural, and we just jerked together for a little while. I found that I was fascinated by watching my son stroke himself. It wasn't a new sight for me anymore, but without having to worry about how I looked for the camera, I was a lot more relaxed and this felt like a special moment between the two of us.

    Kurt must have noticed me looking, because it seemed like he slowed down a little and changed his stance to somehow show his cock off even more. Like he was giving me a little show. I guess he was used to doing that by now. At one point, he stopped stroking altogether and let go of his cock, which just stuck out into the space between us, wet and shiny and bobbing up and down gently with the beating of his heart.

    "Wanna feel it?" my son asked, unexpectedly.

    I hesitated for a second, but once I realized that I DID want to feel it, I knew I had to take my son up on his crazy offer. I released my own cock with my right hand and reached out to grasp Kurt's.

    It was as hard as I expected, and it felt huge in my hand. It was warm, almost hot, and I heard him hiss as he took in a sharp breath while I instinctively resumed the stroking motions on my elder son's dick. It throbbed in my hand and I couldn't believe how big it seemed. So much larger than my own, which had been the only one I'd ever had in my hand before this moment.

    "Oh man... this is so cool," Kurt said, "Dad, I..." he trailed off, and I wondered what he was about to say. But he closed his eyes and started moving his hips forward and back, which had the effect of sliding most of his cock out of my fist, and then back in and through, so that I felt Kurt's trimmed pubes tickle the edge of my fingers. My son was fucking my hand, and the look on his face told me that he was loving it. This wasn't something for the camera, he wasn't playing it up for the fans. He was truly into this.

    So maybe I shouldn't have been surprised when he reached over to grasp my cock in his hand and started stroking me in the same way. Part of me couldn't believe this was happening, which was funny since we'd fucked his girlfriend together a few times now, which seemed like it should be a bigger deal than this. But there was an intense intimacy right now that I didn't feel when we were with Jessica. And the underlying knowledge that what we were doing was blowing away some deep-seated taboos – that "wrongness" made it incredibly arousing.

    I'd been going over Sawyer's request in my head, unsure what to think. The thing was... his offer to suck my cock on camera hadn't shocked me at all, nor had it produced a strong reaction in me. I didn't feel compelled to reject it right away, and that was something that had surprised me. I was beginning to understand more and more the perverse thrill of doing porn with my own sons, and I couldn't lie and say it wasn't getting me off.

    The revelation that Sawyer and Kurt had fooled around with one another off-camera as well... now that had shocked me a little, but I also found it exciting in a certain way. Listening to Kurt's story about that bar blowjob just now was what got my dick hard. And now here we were, jacking one another off rapidly, and I could feel the precum oozing out the tip of my son's cock and making his shaft slick. There was very little friction between my hand and Kurt's dick. I looked down at it again and started to imagine my younger son on his knees, his tongue fresh from his big brother's asshole and staring right at this huge cock. I'd seen the hungry look in Sawyer's eyes a few times during shoots. His eyes were usually focused on Kurt's cock in those moments... but I'd noticed him looking at mine, too.

    I pictured Sawyer's tongue extending from his mouth and resting on his lower lip, right in front of his big brother's dick. I could almost see him right there on the floor in front of us, looking up at Kurt with a needy look. Probably stroking his own cock as he did it. As I stroked Kurt with increasing speed, I even pushed his dick down a little lower, bringing it to rest on the imaginary Sawyer's tongue. All these thoughts rushing through my head were incredibly wild and intense.

    "I'm gettin' close, son," I heard myself grunting out loudly. "I'm gonna cum. Your daddy's gonna cum!"

    "Go for it, Dad. Bust that load," Kurt responded in an excited and encouraging tone. Just like he'd said to me in the videos with Jessica, except now HE was the one working my dick. Just as I was jacking his.

    I felt myself start cumming in my son's hand, and I gasped at how good it felt to have my load smeared up and down my shaft as he kept on stroking while I busted my nut.

    "Fuck yeah!" Kurt yelled, sounding very pleased. A second later, I felt his cock start throbbing in my hand as he went over the edge, and soon my hand was coated in his warm and sticky fluids. I made sure to use it for lube just as he was doing with me. We both were breathing fast and even giggling a little bit as we finished one another off, and I found I was oddly proud that I'd made my son cum. It seemed like he'd been just as worked up and turned on by this as I was, even though trading handjobs with men, even men in his own family, was old hat to him by this point.

    As the final drops of semen were squeezed from the tips of both our cocks, we released one another and stood up straighter, sighing deep and smiling at each other. I was still feeling the rush of everything that had just happened. Kurt had been right: this could be plenty of fun off-camera too.

    "Welp, good thing there's tarp all over the floor," Kurt says jokingly as we tucked our tools back into our pants. We had indeed made quite a mess in front of us... right where I'd been imagining Sawyer on his knees. Feeling charged up and like this was a moment I should seize, I reached for my phone.
   "I'm gonna text your brother," I said to Kurt, who reacted with a smile and a raised eyebrow. "I think I should set up a date with him."​