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Category:  FATHER-SON 

JOE:

    These days, most of the clients I saw – whether for massages or sex – were repeat customers. I was fortunate enough to have a fully booked schedule and I rarely had time to meet new customers. However, one of the new people who messaged me on Men4Rent lately seemed quite insistent: he offered to pay three times my usual rate. He didn't have any pictures in his profile which was a red flag, but I assumed he might be discreet because he was a politician or some sort of public figure. After all, I'd been hired by several such men in the past. It piqued my interest and I agreed to meet him.

    "Your profile says you have a room with a swing. Is that available?" one of the man's messages said.

    "Yes," I replied. "How about next Saturday at noon?"

    "Perfect," said the man, and agreed to transfer the 25% deposit I expected before meeting new clients.

    That Saturday, my son went out to meet some of his friends. I was glad to see Colton fully settled down in Seattle by now. The only thing he seemed to be missing was a girlfriend… or boyfriend. I never talked to my son about what I saw that night at The Falcon – Colton getting his dick sucked by his coworker Daly. I didn't want to embarrass Colt; I figured if he wanted to talk to me about something he would be the one to approach me. After all, it was obvious there were hardly any taboos between us by this point. Just the other day, he had watched me fuck my boyfriend in the back of a limo! My son and I were closer than ever, and I was all too happy to continue to build that relationship.

    At 11:53 AM, the buzzer rang and I knew it must be my new client, showing up a few minutes early. I let him up and waited with the apartment door open, dressed in nothing but a sexy pair of white briefs. I heard someone coming up the stairs and suddenly, I saw a familiar face.

    "Daly! Colt's not here," I said quickly.

    "Oh?" Daly replied, looking taken aback.

    "So if you're looking for him you better call him. Now, I don't mean to be rude but I'm expecting someone," I added, hoping he'd turn around and leave before my client got here.

    "Actually… I think you're expecting me," said Daly. "I'm not here for Colt. I… have an appointment with you."

    "You do?!" Suddenly, it all made sense. 

    "Is that okay? Or is it rude that I didn't tell you in advance?" the handsome man asked.

    "Why don't you come in first," I suggested, letting him into the apartment and shutting the door.

    "Thank you," he said, walking past me with a kiss on the cheek. 

    A few months ago, while my son and I were watching TV, I remember him telling me "I think Daly has a crush on you." Now, I was certain Colt had been correct.

    "I'm sorry if it was rude not to tell you who I was," Daly apologized. "But I didn't want you to treat me any differently. And frankly, I was worried you might not agree to meet me. I hope you're not angry."

    "That's okay," I said. I was surprised, but not angry. To show Daly that, I gave him a big hug and squeezed his lovely asscheeks through the jeans he was wearing. A moment later and our tongues were intertwined, going back and forth in each other's mouths for over a minute. "Can I offer you a drink?" I said after our long, passionate kiss.

    "Only if we drink it in the room with the swing," Daly smirked. I grinned and I showed him the way to the swing while I went to the kitchen to fix our drinks. When I came into the sex room, he was running his hands up and down the chains of the swing, as if testing its strength. I handed him his glass and we kissed again, this time taking breaks to sip the cocktails while slowly removing one another's clothing. By the time the glasses were empty, we were both naked and Daly had a hand wrapped around my hard cock, stroking it slowly while I played with his nipples.

    In a flash, the red-haired young man was down on his knees, one hand on my shaft as he guided it to his mouth; the other on his own dick, which was already wet and sticky from his flowing juices. While Daly deep-throated my cock, I couldn't help but think about him giving the same oral treatment to my son at the leather bar. While I didn't doubt my son's coworker was smitten with me, I also wondered if some of Daly's motivation to hook up was so that he could say he'd sucked the dicks of a father and son. The idea he might be focused on that aspect turned me on even more, and I found myself wishing that Colt hadn't gone out today. My son had occasionally crossed paths with a client I was entertaining at the apartment. How would Colt have reacted if he saw Daly arrive?

    Gasping for breath as he released my cock and sat back on his haunches, my guest looked up at me and he licked his lips.

    "Can you fuck me in the swing?" Daly said, seeming eager to move things on to a more intense stage. He stood up and I helped him get into position, taking a moment to slip a finger into his hole as I adjusted where one of his legs was resting. There was very little resistance, and my cock throbbed knowing that he'd arrived ready for an intense fucking.

    "Want me to put a video on?" I asked, gesturing at the TV mounted on the wall.

    "Fuck yes. Something with some hung tops… like you" he replied with a smirk, stroking his cock as he adjusted to the feeling of being suspended from the ceiling. I flipped through a row of old-school DVDs and when my eyes landed on a particular title, I knew it was the right selection.

    "I think this is the perfect one for you," I said seductively while inserting the disk into the player. As the video began, I was lubing up Daly's hole and we both had our eyes on the screen.

    In the video, an older man and a younger man, both muscular porn stars, sat on a couch flipping through magazines. Some dialogue passed between the two, which made it clear that the characters were a father and son.

    "Oh, damn..." Daly whispered, and right after that he hissed in a breath as I added a third finger to the two that were probing him and opening up his hole.

    Soon, another young guy showed up on the screen, this one much twinkier and dressed in a cropped T-shirt and extremely tight short shorts. We learned that he was the son's best friend, and in typical porn fashion, the friend swooned over the hunky father and soon ended up naked on the floor with a thick daddy cock down his throat. The son enjoyed watching his father get serviced for a few minutes and then got into position behind his buddy. As the studly young actor slowly pushed his cock into his friend's tight, shaved ass, I inserted my dick into Daly's well-prepared hole. I matched the speed of the guy in the video, even though I had the sense that I could have easily shoved my whole dick into Daly with one thrust and he would have loved it.

    I slowly picked up the pace, and by the time I was starting to really slam my hips into Daly, he was moaning and cursing up a storm. But I noticed that his eyes often wandered back to the screen, even though there wasn't much to this video besides the spit-roast. The three performers were really selling it, with occasional bits of dialogue tossed in, reminding the viewer that we were seeing a guy take the cocks of a (fictional) father and son from both ends.

    When the actors paused so the friend character could turn himself around, I heard Daly say "Fuck, I wish that were me." As the bottom began sucking the son's dick (that had been his ass seconds earlier), an idea popped into my head. By the time the dad's cock was plunging into the young man's eager asshole, I was covertly typing out a text, holding my phone so that Daly couldn't see what I was doing.

    We continued fucking, and Daly was getting worked up as we listened to the father and son in the video egging one another on and encouraging each other to "flood his guts" and "fill this boy up with our family seed." I had to smile at how much Daly was responding to this video.

    Just then… we heard someone walking into the apartment! Footsteps quickly walked toward the open playroom door. Daly had a slight look of panic on his face, since I wasn't making any move to stop the intense pounding I was giving him or to hide it from whoever was approaching. 

    "Whoa!!" said Colt's voice. My son sounded genuinely shocked, standing in the doorway of the playroom.

    "Told ya I have a surprise for you, son," I said to Colt. "Now, our friend Daly here was just mentioning how much he'd love to get spit-roasted by a father and son. So I figured I'd text you and invite you to join us. What do you say?"

    Judging by my son's rosy cheeks it looked like he'd been doing some day-drinking, so perhaps his inhibitions were a bit lower than normal. Colt answered my question by unbuckling his belt, all while staring at his coworker's hole with my hard cock thrusting back-and-forth inside of it.

    I grabbed Daly right under the ribs with both hands and repositioned him slightly in the sling, never letting even an inch of my dick slip out of him. He writhed around and whimpered as I pushed even deeper into him, though my goal at the moment was to make it so he could be low enough to flip his head backward, so my son's cock would have a clear path into Daly's throat. Once he realized what I was doing, the red-haired slut got even more excited, and reached one hand out to grab for Colt's hardening cock as my son walked to the end of the sling opposite from me.

    "You ready for this, you dickpig?" Colton asked in a faux taunting tone, and Daly just moaned out a vehemently affirmative response while bringing my son's cockhead to his mouth. And just as the father-son spit-roast scene on the TV ended, the real one about to begin.

    When the title of the video, "Father and Son 3 Way", came up on the TV, Colt looked me in the eye for the first time since walking in. He just shook his head at me, with eyelids half-shut and a goofy grin. I had to laugh a little, and I took a moment to wonder how many other similarly-themed videos I might have in boxes throughout this room. It was certainly a popular trope in porn, though I never thought I'd be living out one of the incestuous scenes in real life like this.

    Colt was grabbing onto the swing chains and Daly was gripping the back of my son's thighs. This allowed Colt to shove his cock in-and-out of his colleague at a rapid pace, mirroring what I'd been doing to Daly's ass for almost an hour now.

    "Should we flood his guts, son?" I asked Colt, remembering the dialogue from the video, adding "Can we fill your slut of a friend here with our family seed?"

    "Yeah, Dad... Fuck yeah!" Colt responded. He seemed blown away that this was all really happening. My son and I were open about so many things with each other,  but this was taking it to another level. With one final grunt, my son gripped the chains extra hard and leaned forward, with a look of sheer pleasure on his face, his eyes closed. Glancing down, I saw he was balls-deep in Daly's stretched-out throat, and I felt like I could actually see Colt's cock pulsing in Daly's neck as he blasted out each spurt of jizz.

    I started unloading right then as well, and Daly's ass muscles clenched and pressed and made my climax incredible. I realized the third cock in the room was now shooting out a fountain of jizz as well, all of it raining down on Daly's belly. We were all frozen there, connected physically and emotionally at the peak of our pleasure.

    When Colt and I finally slid our dicks out of his coworker's used holes, we happened to do it right at the same moment, and a loud double "pop" echoed around the room for half a second. Everyone took a deep breath, and while Colt and I both stepped back from the sling and then toward one another, it almost seemed like Daly was going to fall asleep or pass out in the suspended leather harness.

    My son and I just stared at one another for a few seconds, as if we were sizing each other up in an old western. Colt smiled first. "That was fun," was all he said, as a few last drops of cum beaded up on the head of his cock. Then, he grabbed his clothes and walked across the hallway to his bedroom, not closing the door behind him.​