SAWYER:

    Now that we no longer lived in New York, "date night" with my boyfriend Brock was a much bigger production. Instead of being spontaneous, we had to plan things in advance. At times, we even booked a hotel room in the city, in case we were both drinking or if we wanted to go clubbing until late in the night. We didn't do it too often, but we tried to go out at least a couple of times a month.

    My latest date, however, wasn't with my boyfriend – it was with my dad. Dad surprised me last week when he texted to ask if I wanted to spend some time with him, "just the two of us," which of course got an affirmative response from me. At first I thought he'd just want to meet for coffee, but instead he suggested we make a night of it. "Why don't we go out for dinner at the place where you used to work?" he'd asked me.

    The restaurant where I used to be employed usually required reservations at least a couple of weeks in advance, but I managed to pull some strings and get us a table. I met Dad there, surprised to see he was dressed even more formally than I was. I wore a dress shirt and nice trousers, but my father walked in looking snazzy in a tie and dinner jacket. I tried to remember the last time I saw him wearing a tie; probably years ago for a cousin's wedding.

    "You look nice," I told him as I got up to give him a hug.

    "You too, son," he replied with a smile, and held my chair back so I could sit down.

    "Such a gentleman," I snickered. This was my father who I shot porn with, and here we were surrounded by millionaire Manhattan socialites. Then again, God knows what they did behind closed doors – probably things that put even us to shame.

    Unsurprisingly, the conversation during dinner revolved around our new family business. Dad was visibly more excited and enthusiastic when talking about our videos now. I was happy to see his reaction and I pointed it out to him, to which he said,

    "To be honest, Sawyer, this HAS been exciting. More exciting than I expected. In a way, it was just what I needed."

    "What do you mean by that?" I asked.

    "Well… I've been kinda down the past year or so, not feeling very challenged by life and having a hard time finding things to really enjoy. All my work friends just like to play golf every weekend. Believe it or not, when I was a kid, I was kind of a rule breaker. My friends and I would sneak out at night and skateboard downtown and do graffiti."

    "You were a tagger?" I gasped in disbelief.

    "Yep, for quite a few years. My buddy would bring his VHS camcorder and we'd tape ourselves doing skateboard tricks in places we weren't supposed to be at. Then, we'd watch the videos and hype one another up for the next time. I even spent a few days in juvie when I was 15 and got caught tagging."

    I was speechless. The thought of my father – who I'd always thought of as quite square – spending any amount of time in juvie in his life was completely unexpected to me. 

    "That seems like kind of a dumb thing to do... videotaping it and all," I said, making it clear that I was still impressed by everything I was hearing.

    "Yeah, that's for sure," he replied, chuckling. "But you know... it also added to the thrill. It felt ever more daring and exciting knowing that there was a record of what I was doing... more risky, I guess." Neither of us spoke it aloud, but I knew we both were connecting the dots between his antics as a teen and the videos that we'd been making together more recently. I'd definitely been shocked at how easily Dad had agreed to doing the videos and having them posted for our fans to see. Now I could see that it was tapping into something he'd been suppressing for a long time.

    After dinner, Dad and I went to see a Broadway show: a musical that I'd been fruitlessly trying to convince Brock to see with me. ("That's too gay even for me," was Brock's response.) My father probably didn't love it, but he was a good sport about it. After the show, we did a cultural 180 and went to the straightest place I could think of: a strip joint. It was the type of venue that liked to call itself a "gentlemen's club." I knew a couple of the girls who worked there (thanks to Kurt, who had shot videos with them) so Dad and I walked in and headed straight for the VIP section. There, we both got topless lap dances, much to my father's amusement. After an hour, I'd already had as much as I could take and it was probably showing on my face, since Dad offered to leave and go to the next venue.

    "Your brother mentioned a place…a gay fetish bar, I think he called it. Apparently you guys went there for Pride?" 

    "The Falcon?!" I asked in amusement. "You wanna go to The Falcon?"

    "Kurt said it was one of your favorite places," Dad shrugged. He was acting like he only wanted to go to The Falcon for my sake, but I had an inkling suspicion that my father was curious to see what a "gay fetish bar" looked like.

    "Okay," I said with a smile, and immediately ordered us a ride share to Hell's Kitchen. By the time we arrived at The Falcon, it was already well past midnight and the bar was packed. BAM: as soon as my father and I entered through the door, we literally bumped into a man who looked to be Dad's age, getting his dick sucked right by the entrance of the bar. 

    "Sorry about that," he said to us through his mustache. "Move over, boy," he addressed his cocksucker, who was my age and kneeling on the floor naked except for a black rubber jockstrap.

    "We're definitely overdressed for this joint," Dad noted. Looking around, three quarters of the patrons seemed to be shirtless. Many wore nothing but leather shorts and harnesses. There was a coat check where I would normally leave my clothes and get naked as well, but the line for it was so long that Dad and I headed straight for the bar and got drinks. Then, we stood to the side and watched the crowd, as people danced, drank, and in some cases: fucked right on the dance floor.

    "So these are the people who follow your website," Dad said in my ear.

    "Haha. I'm sure there's an overlap," I nodded, wondering if anyone at this bar had actually seen the video where I swallow my father's jizz. I'd been recognized a few times in recent months, though usually when I was out with Kurt. The thought that someone might see me and know that I was someone who'd tasted his own dad's load... fuck, my cock swelled up before the notion had even fully formed in my mind.

    After another drink, the two of us left the bar and headed to the hotel room we'd booked for the night. After the wine we'd had at dinner plus the strong drinks at The Falcon, we were both fairly drunk as we stumbled into the room and collapsed on the queen-sized bed. We'd already kicked off our shoes, and Dad had hung up his suit jacket, and then we ended up doing some playful wrestling before settling down into a spooning position to cuddle.

    It felt amazing having my Dad's arms around me like that and feeling the warmth of his body against my back. We hadn't done anything like this since I was in grade school, but it felt perfectly natural and I was basking in the closeness and connection.

    "We should... get more comfortable," Dad said after a while; almost in a whisper. I turned over so that I was facing him, and we stared into one another's eyes for a moment that seemed to last forever. I reached my hands up and began to undo his necktie. After sliding out from around his collar, I began to unbutton my father's shirt. I suddenly flashed back to doing this exact same thing many years earlier, when I was a boy who was in awe of his handsome daddy who came home from work every evening in a suit and tie. I'd help him shed his work clothes before he headed to the shower and washed off the sweat of the day.

    I recalled the thrill I'd always feel if I managed to catch a glimpse of his cock before he shut the bathroom door. It had seemed so huge to me at the time. As I finished unbuttoning Dad's shirt now, I allowed the back of my hand to brush against the crotch of his slacks. My heart started to race when I felt that he was at least partially erect... my Dad's cock was hard and I was the one who'd helped make it that way.

    Dad was undoing my shirt now, but I was barely aware of it as I let my hands wander to his belt buckle. I glanced up at his eyes briefly to make sure what I was doing was okay, and all I saw was my father looking at me with a goofy smile, the one that had been putting me at ease my entire life.

    Suddenly, Dad was sitting up on the bed, with his feet on the floor. He pulled his arms out of his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. He pulled my shirt off after that and then lifted his ass off the bed so that I could tug his pants down past his thighs. As I did that, I let myself slide off the bed and down onto the floor in front of my father.

    "You said you wanted to..." he began, halting for a moment. "I mean, I know you wanted to have it be on camera if we... if you..." he trailed off, and I felt the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. My dad was going to let me suck his cock... he wanted me to do it. And it wasn't even about making a video for the site.

    "It's okay," I said in a reassuring tone. "More than okay. I... I'm..." I found myself at a loss for words as well.

    "I love you, Sawyer," Dad said softly. "You know that."

    "I know," I replied. And it seemed like nothing more needed to be said. I reached up and tugged at the waistband of my father's boxer briefs. They were black and looked brand new, and I felt my heart flutter again thinking that my father might have made a point to have nice underwear on for this night out with me.

    When his cock popped out, fully hard, I felt light-headed for a few seconds. I'd seen my father's hard-on plenty of times by this point, and seen it close up numerous times on my laptop screen as I edited videos for the site. But I'd never been this close to the real thing. It was right in front of me now, throbbing visibly.

    I'd sucked more dicks in my life that I could ever count, but this was different. This was THE dick... the one that had made me, the one I owed my life to. I was about to do something that felt so tremendously forbidden and thrilling, a privilege few sons ever got to experience.

    As it slid between my lips, Dad and I both moaned in unison. In a flash, the entire thing was in my mouth, and then I began the slow process of worshipping my father's cock. I took my time, lovingly massaging it with my tongue, both while it was inside my mouth and also releasing it so that my lips and hands could add to the pleasure I was giving the man who had brought me into the world.

    I don't know how much time passed. It seemed like hours but it would also never be long enough to fully satisfy me. Dad had fallen backward onto the bed and was moaning steadily, occasionally saying things like "Oh my God" and "that feels so amazing." I was lost in my own pleasure, and I felt my balls tighten up inside my pants as my cock leaked copious amounts of precum and created a warm, sticky sensation that sent waves of electricity through my body.

    "Your brother said you were a master at this," my father gasped at one point. "This is the best head of my fucking life." I shot my load in my pants after he said that, whimpering with his cock in my mouth as my dick pulsed over and over. Dad's hands went to the back of my head as that was happening, and I realized he knew I was cumming.

    When his cock started to throb in the same way, I knew I was about to get another taste of my father's cum, an entire load instead of a stray glob, and this time it was all for me. I wasn't much for the metaphysical, but as Dad's load began to fill my mouth, I felt something profound. It was a spiritual experience, tasting this man's seed. I knew nothing would ever compare with this moment, and so many feelings were washing over me as I swallowed repeatedly.

    At some point, the flow slowed down and I eventually released my father's cock from my mouth. I felt Dad's hands under my arms as he lifted me up back onto the bed. I was still in a dreamy state as we settled back into the spooning position. We fell asleep that way, with his arms around me holding me tight, both of us satisfied in a brand new way.​