JOE:

    One sunny Thursday, after spending the entire day with my young boyfriend Troy, I returned home just in time to cook dinner for my son. I'd promised Colt I'd make him a home-cooked meal tonight, and I took my promises seriously. However, just as the food was about to be ready, Colt texted to say he was running late. I figured he probably got caught up at work, so I didn't hold it against him. I waited patiently with the food in the oven, until Colt finally showed up half an hour late.

    "Sorry, sorry," he apologized. "I lost track of time."

    "You did? I thought maybe you had to work late," I asked as I took the food out and began plating it.

    "No, I actually left work early today," my son said. "Then I got on Grindr and this guy offered to suck my cock and, well, I couldn't say no."

    "Oh, so you stood me up to get your dick sucked?!" I said in mock outrage. 

    "I didn't stand you up, I'm here, aren't I? Besides, the food still looks good, so no harm, no foul," Colt laughed.

    "You know… If you wanted your dick sucked so badly, I could've done it for you," I pointed out with a smirk.

    It had been a couple of weeks since the dinner party at Daly and A.J.'s house, which resulted in me sucking my son off for the first time. Since then, I'd treated Colt to several more of my expert blowjobs, and he treated me to his delicious sperm. The fact I was swallowing my own son's seed blew my mind each and every time. How the hell did we get here? I never expected it, but I was LOVING it!

    "Speaking of blowjobs, let me tell you about the guy I just met," my son said as we sat at the table ready to eat. By now, this was normal dinner conversation for our family. "He's about your age or so, visiting from Australia. Staying at this gorgeous hotel two blocks from here. After he was done sucking my cock, he asked if he can fuck me but I told him I gotta go, cuz I had plans to meet my dad for dinner. So he says something like, 'Haha, you'll probably have to make up a lie why you were late.' And I said, 'No. I'll just tell my dad I hooked up with a guy off Grindr.' So he was like, 'Oh wow, your dad must be really open-minded, then.'"

    "That's one way to put it," I smirked as I listened to my son's story.

    "That's what I said to the guy. I told him my dad was a gay escort, how sex was no taboo, blah blah. When I mentioned you had a Men4Rent profile, the guy asked to see it. So I showed it to him, and he thought you were really hot."

    "I think I know where this is going," I said in anticipation.

    "Just listen. This guy – his name is Ken, by the way – he told me he was obsessed with incest. And he'd LOVE to hook up with a father and son, or even just watch us do things together. He asked if he could hire us at the same time."

    "And are you… considering it?" I asked Colt.

    "Yeah, kinda. Not even cuz of the money, I just think it would be fun," my son said with a smile. "That is, if you're up for it?"

    "I need to talk to this guy first and see what he expects us to do," I replied.

    "I think he just wants to see us do anything with each other. I mean, the whole father-son thing is what gets him going. So if you suck my cock in front of him, that'll probably blow his mind."

    The following evening, Colt and I went to Ken's hotel. Part of me couldn't believe that I was about to do this – suck my son's dick for a client. Another part of me was excited about it, however. It was going to be one of the wildest and kinkiest things I'd ever done, and my son seemed to be looking forward to it as well.

    Ken was visibly nervous when he greeted us at the door, but I knew how to put guys at ease in situations like this. I made some smalltalk with Ken, and Colt joined in as well. Between the two of us, we had Ken relaxed and laughing as we shared a few rounds of drinks. When we were done drinking and a lull crept into the conversation, I suggested that Ken take a seat on the bed.

    Colt and I stood up in front of him and stared at one another. We'd discussed how we were going to do this, but it was still a huge rush to finally reach out and begin to undress one another, slowly and sensually. When Colt had my shirt unbuttoned and was sliding it down my arms, he hissed in a breath like he was in awe, and then put his hands on my pecs. I flexed in response as my son massaged my hairy chest.

    "You're sexy as fuck, Dad," he said in a sultry tone, moving his hands to my ribs and then my abs. I kept working on his shirt, finally giving up on the last buttons and just pulling it up over his head, forcing him to temporarily remove his hands from my torso. After I tossed the shirt aside, I let one of my hands wander to the small of Colt's back and I used the other to tweak one of his nipples. He cried out in excitement and shock.

    "Son, I'm so proud of the hot and horny stud you've become," I said, looking Colt right in the eye as I spoke. The words were meant to entice Ken, but they were also one hundred percent true.

    "I learned it from you, Dad. You're a great role model," my son said flirtily as Ken pulled out his already-hard cock and began stroking.

    Colt and I kept up the steamy verbal exchanges as we removed the rest of our clothes, with the words "dad" and "son" in heavy rotation through all of it. It was doing the job, because Ken was basically drooling with excitement, leaking precum all over the bedspread. We were fulfilling a fantasy for this guy, and that was something I truly enjoyed doing. Sometimes, performing for a client just felt like work and I didn't enjoy it too much. However, having my son here made this experience much more arousing for me, and I had to stop and focus on not busting my nut when I felt Colt's big, warm hand wrap around my shaft and start stroking me.

    "My dad's dick feels sooo amazing, Ken," Colt moaned as he jerked me slowly. "Feeling the cock that created me, right here in my hand... there's nothing like it." 

    I reached down to stroke Colt and felt that he was also rock hard and dripping. It was a rush, knowing that my son was turned on by playing with my dick, and by doing it in front of this pervy dude. 

    "Do you want to see me suck my boy's cock, Ken?" I asked, perhaps a little sooner than I had intended. But if I let Colt jerk me off any longer, I was afraid I might lose control. Ken mouthed the word "yes" though no sound came out. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning. I just smiled and slid down onto my knees. At the same time, I pushed Colt backward a little, to one side of the bed, and he understood that I meant for him to lie back on the mattress. This would bring us closer to Ken if he wanted to get involved, which we were open to. For now, Ken shifted his own position to get the best view, but he didn't make any move to insert himself into the action.

    "Get on the bed, Dad, so I can play with your cock while you suck mine," Colt told me before I could get into position between his legs, and I quickly climbed up onto the bed next to him with my feet down past his head. Next, my son reached over and grabbed my throbbing hard-on and smiled at me. I grinned back and then got to work on his dick again, sliding the shiny helmet between my lips and guiding it to the back of my throat and then beyond.

    "Oh my God, Ken... my dad gives me the best head I've ever had in my life," my son said, and I felt him squeeze the base of my cock so that it swelled up even bigger. When the next thing I felt was a tongue licking the sensitive head and lapping up the precum there, I thought for a moment that Ken had finally decided to join in and suck my cock. But when I opened my eyes, I was even more thrilled to see that it was Colt who was treating my knob to a thorough polish with his tongue.

    Ken was over the moon, moaning loudly as he jerked off faster and faster. Colt took my whole cockhead into his mouth and started working some of the shaft in as well. This was the first time my son was sucking my cock – the "cock that created him," as he put it. I continued sucking his dick in return; we were fully 69-ing. I loved that Colt picked this moment to cross this particular line. I was putting on a sex show with my own son, and it was hot as fuck for everyone involved. 

    Colt and I worked one another's cocks with almost unbridled passion and fervor. I can only imagine what it looked like to Ken. The time started to blur for me and I don't really know how long it was going on for, but I felt myself getting close and I knew Colt was too. His fingers were teasing at my hole and I was doing the same to him. I knew just the right amount of fingertip pressure and motion that would really push him over the edge. I knew it because I had the same trigger, and I could feel Colt doing the very same thing to me.

    We were in sync almost to the second. Just as I started to feel the first spray of my son's load into the back of my throat, my own cock began to erupt and I felt Colt start to swallow it down right away. He knew how big my loads were, after all, and I figured he wouldn't want to waste a drop. I was certainly savoring as much of Colt's load as I could, just like I always did. I would never lose sight of how lucky I was to get a chance to taste my son's seed.

    Normally when performing for an audience, I knew it was customary to pull out so they'd get to see the cumshot. However, both Colt and I were too far gone and too greedy to let go of each other's dicks. Instead, we made up for it by grunting and moaning loudly, letting our client know that we were swallowing each other's family DNA. 

    When our orgasms were finally over, Colt and I took our time cleaning up each other's softening pricks, still aware that we were putting on a show. When we glanced over at the other end of the bed, Ken was relaxed on his side, looking very happy and very spent. From the amount of cum sprayed across his chest and stomach, and the sequence of noises I'd heard while my face was buried in Colt's crotch, I knew Ken had blown two loads while watching us. Judging by the extremely generous tip he handed us before we left his room, he definitely enjoyed the incestuous show we threw for him.

    "So how was turning a trick with your old man?" I asked Colt teasingly as we walked back to the apartment. My son smiled back at me and raised one eyebrow.

    "Hmm, not bad. But just to be safe, maybe we should do this a few more times before I form an opinion," he said with a smirk. "D'you think I should start a Men4Rent profile?"​