JOE:

    The first massage my son and I gave together was a smashing success, and led to a generous tip from a very satisfied client. The very next day, Colton asked me for money to enroll in a program to get certified as a massage therapist. It would take him about six months, so it was a big investment, but according to him he was 100% certain this was what he wanted to do. In the meantime, I would continue to show him the ropes and act as his tutor.

    The studio was fully booked every day now. I felt bad when I had to turn people away (especially if they were hot). One day, two extremely hot daddies walked into the studio just as I was in between appointments.

    "Hello," the taller of the two said. He was even more muscular than I was, and he was wearing a pair of short shorts and barely-there tank top that showed off his physique. His nips were fully out, with a heavy piercing hanging from each.

    "Good day, gentlemen," I said flirtily.

    "Hi. We just got to Seattle and word around the gayborhood is that this is the best massage studio in town," said the shorter man. He was dressed similarly to his partner, and although his muscles weren't as big he was definitely no stranger to the gym. "So we were wondering if you might squeeze us in for an appointment."

    "Squeezing is what we do best here," I replied with a wink, "but we are extremely busy lately. Will you be here…" I checked my calendar for any availability, "two weeks from now?"

    "Unfortunately no. We're only here for a week. We're visiting from Boston for my husband's birthday," the shorter man said, pointing at the muscle god, who smiled and leaned against the armrest of a chair. As he did so, the tip of his dick popped out from one of the legs of his extremely short shorts, and I could see the glistening of a large Prince Albert that matched the man's nipple rings.

    "Well if it's his birthday… I'm sure we can arrange something. Do you want to come after closing time tomorrow?" I said, licking my lips at the sight of the pierced Bostonian's meat.

    "We can cum anytime," the man said suggestively. "We were hoping for a couple's massage. Both of us at the same time."

    "We can accommodate that," I said. "I have a young apprentice who I'm training. He's not certified yet but if you agree to have him practice on you, it'll be a lower rate."

    "Fine by us. Especially if he's as cute as you are," the shorter man said. 

    I smiled back, neglecting to mention that my apprentice was also my son. I figured there was no reason to admit this to strangers, in case it freaked them out, even though this couple certainly didn't seem prudish.

    "What are your names?" I asked the two daddies.

    "I'm David," said the shorter one, "and this is Sven," he added, pointing at his hunky husband.​

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    The following evening, Colt came by the studio soon after my last regularly-scheduled client left. We had about fifteen minutes before David and Sean arrived, and we went over everything that needed to be done to turn the space over for new clients. I could tell my son was excited. His eyes had lit up when I'd described the two studs, and once again I wondered if my son had a thing for older guys.

    We'd opened the front window to let some of the evening air in, and so I was able to see when David and Sven were approaching. This part of town was bustling on a weekend evening, but they stood out from the crowd for multiple reasons. One was their clothing. I didn't think Sven could possibly wear anything more revealing than he had been yesterday, but he proved me wrong. His tank top today was just a suggestion of a garment, and the side split of his shorts went all the way up to the waistband. His ass and bulge pushed the fabric back and forward so much, a speedo would probably have offered just as much coverage.

    David didn't seem to have a shirt with him at all, though I supposed there might be one folded up in the small backpack he carried. His lightly furred, muscular chest was a contrast to his husband's complete smoothness, and as they entered the studio, I wondered for the first time in my career if I was going to be able to control myself while working on these guys. They were like something out of a porn movie.

    I introduced Colt, who got a little tongue-tied when saying hello and shaking their hands. Noticing the beds were set up and ready, Sven got right down to business.

    "Shall we get going?" he said, grabbing his tank top and pulling it off over his head with one hand. "I've been looking forward to this all day." As the hunk slid his shorts to the ground, I was about to tell him to wait until I closed the window and the blinds, but I got the clear sense that Sven didn't give a shit about people on the street seeing him naked. And at any rate, I found myself unable to speak anyway since I was in complete awe of the cock that was now on display.

    I'd seen the pierced tip poking out of Sven's shorts yesterday, but that glimpse hadn't prepared me for the sheer mass of dick that I was looking at now. He wasn't hard, although this seemed like one of those cocks that probably never got all the way soft. The length was impressive, probably longer than most men were when fully erect; and the thickness was already making my mouth water. It had been ages since I'd had my hands on a piece of meat like that, and I decided that I was definitely going to be the one to work on Sven.

    David seemed amused that both Colt and I were momentarily transfixed by his husband's endowment. He was clearly enjoying it as he let his own shorts fall to the floor to reveal a hardening dick that was impressive in its own right, surrounded by a forest of trimmed blond pubic hair.

    Before we got started, I remembered to close the window and the curtains. That softened the light, and of course also made sure we weren't giving the Seattle street crowds any more of a show than they had already received. With the two studs lying face-down and side-by-side on the tables, Colt and I got to work. He didn't need much supervision and guidance at this point, and much of the time he just followed my lead though at times he wasn't watching me at all. His massage skills were coming along well, and I felt a rush of pride as I watched him work.

    We were both wearing loose tanks and shorts with no underwear. I'd shown Colt the trick to checking how interested a new client might be in services beyond the standard massage – brushing your mostly-soft cock, covered by the thin shorts, lightly against the guy's hand while they were lying face-down. If they went for a feel, you knew what the deal was. Colt had been amused but I could tell he got a rush whenever a guy on the table responded like that.

    Today, I was not at all surprised to see David's hand slide up inside my son's shorts early on in the session, and I was treated to the sight of Colt's fully-hard cock getting slowly stroked as he stood on one side of the table and worked on David's lower back. My son glanced up at me briefly and smiled. Perhaps he smiled due to the pleasure he was getting from the hand jerking his dick, or maybe he was amused to see I was working on Sven's glutes and currently had two fingers sliding into his shaved hole.

    The muscle daddy's pucker looked hot as fuck, tiny in comparison to the rest of him, but also clearly no stranger to penetration. It had pulsed and relaxed as soon as I drizzled some massage oil onto it, and the orifice had practically sucked my digits in when I'd done a little probing.

    Following my lead just like I'd taught him, I watched as Colt moved to David's ass and took things in a similar direction. When David moaned softly as my son's fingers slid into him, I felt Sven respond with a low moan of his own. By the way his hips moved I knew he was grinding that fat cock, probably now hard as a rock, into the massage table. I let my fingertips tease lightly along Sven's prostate before withdrawing them fully. I did a little more work on his glutes and thighs before softly suggesting to both men that it was time to flip over.

    One purpose of the anal stimulation was to get the client good and hard for when they turned over. It was ideal for periodic stroking and sucking as the masseur worked his way up and down the front of the client's body. The assplay had certainly done the trick for these two, producing impressive erections on both men. I smiled as I caught Colt licking his lips slightly as he eyed David's hard-on.

    When I turned my attention back to Sven's cock, I realized it had grown even bigger and firmer than it was a few seconds ago. For the first time in quite a while I was truly daunted by the size of the dick I was handling. I'd been looking forward to treating this hunk to an amazing birthday blowjob and seeing just how big of a load those egg-sized nuts could produce. But now, I wasn't completely confident I could get this monster down my throat. As I proceeded to coat it with massage oil and work the shaft with both hands, I felt Sven's palm on my ass. It rested there for a moment, and then his fingers slid into my crack, just as mine had done to him. Soon, I felt one of his digits probing at my hole.

    Taking that as a cue, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the already-sticky cockhead and the large piercing that glistened at the tip. Sven sighed and immediately eased his hips upward, already trying to slide more of his shaft into my mouth. His finger had found a nice spot, just an inch or so inside my hole, and I was making an effort to relax the muscles at both ends of my body, to let this muscle daddy do whatever he wanted.

    I was surprised at how easily I was falling into a submissive role with Sven. Usually I was the one taking the massage from one stage to another, and I rarely had clients fingering me, mainly because most of them never even made a move to do that. There was something about the casual alpha-dad vibe that Sven exuded, and it was taking me to another place mentally.

    My mouth increasingly full of the giant cock, I glanced over at the other table and I was pleased to see Colt with half of David's dick in his mouth. He seemed focused but not awkward, and David's moans and utterances of "fuck yeah" were certainly a sign that my son was doing well with the blowjob.

    Suddenly, Sven pulled my shorts off and added a second finger to his probing of my hole. That caught me off guard and I moaned loudly, which seemed to open my throat more. Perhaps Sven sensed that (or at least his dick did) because right at that moment he pushed his hips up more and I felt that Prince Albert push past the back of my mouth and start sliding down my throat. I controlled my breathing and got used to the feeling quickly, but as I'd predicted, deep-throating this stud's massive tool was going to take some work.

    When I pulled off to take a quick breath, I felt Sven's hand on the back of my head, though it wasn't pushing me back down as I expected it to. Instead, he was tenderly rubbing the back of my neck, even as his other hand was pushing the two fingers further inside my ass. I looked him in the eyes and saw a joyful lust there, coupled with the relaxed and confident recognition that I would very likely do whatever he told me to do.

    "Sit on my fucking dick," Sven said to me. It wasn't a barked order, there was no threatening tone. He didn't need any affectation like that, because he knew that I was absolutely going to do what he was instructing me to do. 

    I made eye contact with Colt before moving to comply, and he looked back at me as he was taking a break from sucking. He was now casually licking up and down the full length of David's cock, lapping up drips of precum that oozed from the tip. I saw my son's eyebrows go up a little, and perhaps he was wondering if I was really going to do what Sven was saying. My son had never seen me get fucked, after all.

    Even with that slight apprehension running through my mind, I was already climbing up onto the table. At the same time, I coated Sven's thick meat with a new layer of oil. I knew I could take him, but he was so big that I knew anything to cut down on the friction was going to be handy. As I positioned my hole above the tip of his cock, I felt the piercing start to slide inside my pucker and I saw a fresh glob of precum emerge from the tip of my own hard dick. I couldn't believe it: I was going to get fucked right in front of Colt, by this stud that seemed like he'd stepped out of a daddy porn.

    I moaned loudly as I slowly lowered myself down and Sven's cock opened me up. I had music playing softly but I suspected passers-by on the street could still hear my wild vocalizations as that dick pushed deeper and deeper inside me. I knew I probably looked like my mind was scrambled as I made eye contact with Colt again. He was now stroking David's cock as he watched me get impaled on Sven's thick tool. I also noticed that Colt's shorts had been removed as well, and David was stroking my son's throbbing dick at the same pace Colt was working his. For the moment, all eyes seemed to be on me.

    It took another two minutes before I felt my ass settle down on Sven's smooth pelvis. I let out a deep breath and allowed myself to get used to the feeling of extreme fullness that seemed to pulse through my entire core. I'd never felt anything quite like it. Sven wasn't going to let me rest too long though. He wanted to fuck, and that's what he was going to do. I braced myself as both of his hands moved to my waist.

    "You took my whole dick, Joe. I'm impressed," Sven said as he eased me back up his shaft slowly. "Bet your friend there's never seen you do that before," he added, nodding his head in Colt's direction. Sven still had no idea Colt was actually my son. I was about to answer him when he pulled my body down, filling me with every inch of his cock and rendering me incapable of speech. My eyes rolled back in my head.

    "Yeah, that's what I thought," Sven said, sounding satisfied with himself.

    "He sure is getting off on watching," I heard David say about Colt. "There's a fuckton of precum in my hand over here."

    I looked over at Colt, my eyes half-closed and my mouth lolling open. Did my son really get turned on watching me get fucked?

    "I bet you two have a lot of fun together, don't you?" Sven said seductively as he started fucking into me with more speed. I was still incapable of responding verbally, but I nodded my head. When Sven grabbed my shaft and began stroking me, I was suddenly reminded I also had a dick. So far, all my attention had been on the cock inside me. But now that my own member was getting a little direct stimulation...

    "Uhhhmmm," I moaned, and I began spraying my load all over Sven's gorgeous pecs and chiseled abs. I wasn't in control of my orgasm in the slightest, which was unusual and overwhelming. It felt like cum was pouring out of me by the gallon.

    "Fuck yeah, stud," Sven grunted, now thrusting in and out of me rapidly. "God damn, that fucking ass feels incredible," he added, and for some reason I felt a sense of pride by being praised like this in front of my son.

    I looked over at Colt just in time to see him shooting a load into David's hand, which was stroking my son's dick so fast it was a blur. It seemed like that might have been what David was waiting for, because he announced, "I'm gonna cum." A mere second later, my son was leaning down and taking David's dick back in his mouth, swallowing all the cum that David had to provide. I could tell he was shooting a huge load and feeding my son well. Some of it came running out of Colt's mouth, sliding down his chin and down the visible portion of David's shaft.

    It took the four of us five whole minutes to come down from our intense orgasms. Finally, David and Sven were on their feet, putting on what little clothing they had and thanking us for the excellent service.

    "Next time we'll make sure to bring our son along," Sven said with a smirk.

    "Your… your son?" I asked.

    "Yeah," said David. "Eric would looove to get serviced by you. Maybe we'll all come together. We'll make it a fun family activity."​