COLTON:

    One Thursday evening, my dad invited me out for dinner. We didn't often get a chance to hang out together these days, even though we lived together, so it was nice to spend some one-on-one time.

    "How's Troy?" I asked my dad after we were shown to our table at the fancy restaurant he'd chosen.

    "He's okay. Still mentions the time we spit-roasted him," Dad whispered with a smirk. "I don't think he'll forget that anytime soon."

    "I don't think any of us will," I added with a wink.

    As much as I wanted to continue to talk about sex with my father, the waitress showed up with the menus and distracted us. After placing our order, Dad changed the topic and asked me, "How's work?"

    "It's okay," I shrugged. "I wish they paid me more. Even though I'm only paying you minimal rent, what with my car payments and everything else in Seattle being so expensive, I don't have any savings left."

    "Hm. I might have something for you," Dad said. "So you know how the massage business has been going really well since I opened the studio?"

    "Yeah," I nodded, curious to see where this was going.

    "Well, several clients have asked if I give four-hand massages. It's not unusual, a lot of places offer it. I used to do it together with a buddy of mine, but he left Seattle. Anyway, I was thinking of hiring an extra set of hands. Maybe a kid who's just getting into the business. Make him my apprentice. So if you want… that could be you."

    "Make me your apprentice?" I chuckled.

    "Well, teach you how to give massages. So you can help me with clients who want a four-hand massage. It doesn't happen all that often, so it won't interfere with your normal schedule."

    "Wait, but are these massages that you give… the happy-ending kind?" I asked.

    "Some of them are," Dad confirmed casually. "I just thought, after all of your… experiences with men lately, you wouldn't mind. And hey, it's a way to make some extra money."

    Something about Dad's offer piqued my interest. The thought of my hands roaming up and down a sexy client's body intrigued me. And the extra money sure would be nice. But was I really ready to give (erotic) massages with my own dad?

    "You don't have to commit to it right now," Dad said. "I can give you a lesson and you can see how you feel. If it's too much work for you, or if you don't like it, I'll find someone else."

    "Yeah. That sounds… okay. I think I'd like to try," I finally decided. 

    "Well cheers to that," Dad said just as the waitress showed up with our glasses of wine, which we raised in the air before clinking them.

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    A few days later, it was time for my first lesson. We were at Dad's studio and I found myself feeling oddly nervous. The surroundings were certainly relaxing, with lots of muted colors and rounded edges, the natural light of the afternoon filtering through gauzy curtains. I didn't visit this space very often, and each time I came it felt like my father had added something new to the decor. Today I noticed several new art prints, each one a different angle on a male torso, in a realistic style but in watercolor. Erotic but not tacky at all, their softness matched the rest of the studio's feel.

    My nervousness wasn't about lack of knowledge. Dad had given me a list of videos to watch, covering both muscle anatomy and massage technique. If I really wanted to pursue this, there'd be classes and certifications ahead of course. But I felt prepared with the basics. I supposed that I was just having some performance anxiety, if you could call it that. I didn't want to disappoint my dad, or the client he'd arranged to have as part of this lesson. I think my father could tell I was feeling a little daunted, and he offered some reassuring words to help relax me.

    "I know you'll do just fine, Colt," he said, rubbing my shoulders a little. "Just follow my lead... and follow your own instincts, too. There's an energy that flows between you and the person on the table. Between all three of us, in this case. Just relax into it and let it guide you."

    "Okay, Obi-Wan Kenobi," I quipped, and Dad smiled and rolled his eyes.

    "I know how it sounds," he said, "but you'll see what I mean."

    A few minutes later, Dad's friend Kirk arrived. A longtime client of my fathers, Kirk had happily agreed to take part in the lesson. Dad introduced us, and Kirk's friendly demeanor quickly put me at ease. He began to get undressed, not bothering to step behind the screen that was set up in one corner of the space. As he and Dad chatted, I took a moment to admire the body I was about to put my hands on. He was a middle-aged man who was decently muscular but didn't have the chiseled look that my dad managed to maintain. Kirk was definitely rocking a more realistic dad bod. He was moderately hairy, though I noticed when he slipped his briefs off that his balls were totally smooth and his pubes were trimmed very close.

    Dad put on some ambient music at a low volume as Kirk climbed onto the table, face-down, his lightly-furred ass cheeks looking pretty good as he wiggled a little to find the most comfortable position. Dad and I both had loose shorts and tank tops on, and for a moment it felt odd to be dressed and standing over a naked person, though that feeling quickly went away as we got to work.

    Dad spoke softly and offered some instruction while we worked on Kirk's shoulders, back and legs, but he mostly just let me follow his lead and mirror on one side of Kirk's body what he was doing on the other. When Dad began working the older man's glutes, he moved slowly but kneaded the muscles hard with his fingers. I'd been so focused on technique that I hadn't been getting aroused at all so far, but watching Dad spread Kirk's cheeks apart, exposing the smooth pucker concealed in between them, I felt my cock twitch a little in my shorts for the first time.

    After that, it was time for Kirk to turn over, and when he did I noticed that his dick was definitely more plump than it had been when he'd climbed onto the table. Our client had a relaxed smile on his face, and we made brief eye contact before he closed his eyes and relaxed again.

    "You're doing great, this feels wonderful," he said softly, which was nice to hear. Dad proceeded to guide me as before, more with motions than words, as we worked on Kirk's arms and legs. By the time we were massaging his pecs, Kirk's dick had grown to full hardness. The erection was definitely distracting me, even though I was enjoying feeling the man's muscular chest and abs.

    As I finished up on the obliques, I felt my own cock harden up more while I watched my father's hand move to Kirk's shaft and give it a long, slow stroke. Kirk sighed deeply and seemed to sink down into the table a little, and I saw his cock pulse as Dad's fingers teased at the sensitive head. My father slid his hand down to the base and then let go. I looked at him and he motioned with his eyes, clearly indicating that I should pick up where he'd left off.

    While this wasn't the first time I'd had another man's cock in my hand, it was certainly the first time that my technique was the focus of attention. I did what I thought would feel good to me, which seemed to please Kirk, given his soft sigh of pleasure. Even still, Dad offered some instruction, both with his hand and the occasional whisper, and I got a sense of the best speed and rhythm to use. Taking it slow was key, and I noticed Dad using his other hand to continue some sensual touching along other parts of Kirk's body as we worked the man's cock. I did the same when it was my turn. My cock was rock hard now, and I could see that my father's was as well.

    It surprised me a little when I felt Kirk's hand brush against my hard-on through the fabric of my shorts, but I quickly began to enjoy that sensation as well. I noticed he was doing the same to Dad, who was keeping his eyes focused on me and my reactions. He had a warm smile on his face, which I returned, and then I caught a little glimmer of mischief in Dad's eye. A second later, he leaned over and placed his lips over the head of Kirk's dick as I slowly stroked the shaft. The man on the table sighed deeply and let out a soft moan as my father's tongue worked its magic. Dad took more of the shaft into his mouth, enough where I eventually removed my hand so that he could go lower, and after taking the entire thing once or twice, he slowly pulled off and began stroking Kirk with his hand.

    Dad had made it clear that there was no expectation for me to do anything I didn't want to do. But at that moment, I was feeling very sure of what I wanted. I leaned over just like my father had and I let Kirk's glinting cockhead slide into my mouth. Doing it was a huge rush, and I think the taste was a big part of that. Kirk was leaking precum at this point, and the salty flavor mixed with the tang of massage oil and the scent of... fuck, it was the scent of cock, I realized. This was the taste of a man, unlike I'd ever experienced before. I found that I liked it and it was easy to keep going. I kept my eagerness in check, remembering to go slow like Dad had shown me.

    I did that for a minute or so, diving down as far as I could, though not as far as Dad had gone. When I pulled off, my father dove back in and spent some time working Kirk's nuts while he sucked the throbbing dick. When it was my turn again, I made sure to do the same, and our mutual efforts had Kirk moaning softly and continuously.

    At one point I removed Kirk's dick from my mouth and I started moving my lips and tongue up and down one side of the shaft, like I'd seen Dad do moments before. It was an unexpected shock to suddenly see my father's face right in front of mine as he started doing the same thing along the other side of Kirk's cock. Holy shit, my dad and I were sucking the same cock, at the same time!

    This was a whole new level of thrill, and I got very into it, very quickly. It was wild to feel our lips and tongues touch here and there around the side of the fleshy tube, and we'd take turns sucking the throbbing knob before going back down while the other lapped at the leaking piss slit. At one point, Dad came back up sooner than I expected, and our tongues fully met at the tip of Kirk's cock. Without hesitating, my father and I both pushed our lips together and let our tongues explore one another's mouths for a moment. We were kissing. I was kissing my own dad while we sucked a dick together!

    I whimpered softly as I felt Kirk's hand inside my shorts, wrapped around my throbbing hard-on. I felt some cum leak out of my dick right then. It wasn't a full-on orgasm by any means, but that feeling came over me and there was a rush of near-release. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before, and I realized just how turned on I was at that moment.

    Dad and I didn't so much stop kissing as we resumed sucking on the head of Kirk's cock together, and then moved in unison down his shaft, and back up again. Our lips touched both above and below as we made a full seal around him, and we jerked him off using just our lips. Eventually it all got to be too much for Kirk and we could tell he was about to bust.

    Dad slid his lips back up to the tip, so of course I followed suit. A second later, Kirk's jizz started to burst forth from the end of his throbbing dick, into the waiting mouths of both my father and me. This was the first time I was tasting a man's load right from the source, and I was sharing it with my dad. It was incredible! We kissed again, even more sensually this time, and passed some of Kirk's cum back and forth while we made out.

    We finally pulled back a little when Kirk's climax was over, and I smiled since Dad had a good amount of cum on one side of his face. When he smiled back in the same way, I knew I had jizz on my face as well. I stood up slowly and we both gave Kirk's cock a final few strokes with our hands, letting our fingers intertwine in the process.​