JOE:

    As much as I enjoyed having my son Colton living with me, it bore the question: how does my life continue as normal with him here? I already had to stop seeing clients in my playroom (the room where I kept my swing and all of my sex toys) since it was too risky – even if my son was out, I didn't want him to return home unexpectedly and find me flogging a guy in the room Colton thought was a closet. I did as many outcalls as possible, and I still gave massages in my living room. I was tempted to just offer Colton the money he needed to get his own place, but I didn't want to make things awkward, and I certainly didn't want him asking how I made so much money as a simple massage therapist.

    Thankfully, these days my most loyal customer wanted to meet me in public or over at his house. It was none other than Troy, the 18-year-old who asked for an all-encompassing daddy-son roleplay. It wasn't my first time being asked to be someone's "daddy" – at times the request even came from men who were older than me. However, with Troy, the fact that he was actually young enough to be my son certainly added more spiciness to the situation. 

    Money seemed to be no issue for the teenager, who could afford to summon me several times a week. His three-story townhouse was precisely the type of mansion I expected Troy to reside in. Apparently, he lived there with his mother, who was away on a ski trip for the holidays. When we were alone, Troy regularly sucked my dick, all the while continuing to pose as my son. 

    We rarely broke character, but when it happened it was so Troy could ask me about my son, Colton. Obviously, the incest-loving teen was curious if my real son and I ever did anything resembling the dirty roleplay I engaged in with Troy.

    "My son and I get along nicely, but we're not very close," I told Troy one day as we lay in his bed, minutes after he'd sucked me off and swallowed my load. I normally never told clients personal information like this, but Troy was growing on me. There was a certain naive charm to him that I found endearing.

    "Why aren't you close?" he asked, combing his delicate fingers through my chest hair.

    "It just happens when you don't live together. He grew up with his mom. Came to visit me for a couple of weeks in the summer, but that's not the same," I shrugged. I certainly wished I were closer to Colton.

    "Has he ever… seen you naked?" the teen asked.

    "Hahaha. Yeah. Yes, he has. We've been living in a cramped apartment and sharing a bathroom since he moved to Seattle, so it's kinda hard to avoid each other."

    "Did he… see you naked while he was growing up?" Troy continued.

    "On occasion. We used to go camping a lot, so we would go skinny-dipping or use a public shower at campsites. But it wasn't sexual," I explained to the teen who, I suspected, had trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality when it came to relationships between fathers and sons.

    "I wish I could meet him," Troy whispered, before quickly adding, "I'm sorry, I know that's inappropriate. I'm just curious what he's like."

    After cuddling for a few more minutes, it was time for me to go. I picked up my clothes, and accepted the envelope of cash Troy offered me.

    "Are you free on Friday evening?" he asked as he handed me the money.

    "I can't, I'm going out to this Christmas fundraiser thing with my son," I said. "It's actually right next to the restaurant where you and I met."

    "You mean the place where he had our first date?" said Troy.

    "The place where we had our first date," I smiled, amused by how romantic he made it sound. I leaned in and gave Troy a kiss, and promised to see him soon. As it turned out… I saw him sooner than I expected.

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    That Friday night, Colton and I went to a bar that was raising money and collecting toys for children for Christmas. With only two days to go until the holiday, they drew a decent-sized crowd. Colton was there with people from his new office, including his college friend who had helped him get the job. I'd agreed to meet them there so I could get to know some of my son's coworkers, who all seemed very nice. But then, through the crowd of people, I spotted another familiar face.

    There, sitting at the bar and staring right at me with a huge grin, was Troy. At first I was shocked at the coincidence of seeing him here, but then I remembered I'd told him exactly where I was going to be tonight, and who I was going to be with. Troy had been wanting to get a look at Colton and he clearly saw his chance with this event. I walked up to the bar to order a drink, as I'd already planned on doing, but now I purposely headed for the empty stool right next to Troy.

    "Hey, Daddy," he said to me quietly, before I'd even had a chance to greet him. I knew he loved doing our roleplay in public places, but at the moment this was a little much for me. As cute as his enthusiasm was, I wasn't on the clock right now and didn't feel the need to indulge his fantasy while I was here with my actual son.

    "What're you doing here?" I said to the teen, sounding more irritated than I'd meant to. "You're not even 21. How'd you get in?"

    "I bribed the bouncer to let me in. It's all for charity, after all," Troy smirked, looking pleased with himself.

    "You know this is stalking, right?" I told him sternly. In my line of work, discretion was important, and I wondered if I'd let Troy get closer than I should have. Maybe the paternal fantasy had caused me to let my guard down more than I'd realized. When I called him out on his behavior, Troy's expression changed instantly.

    "I'm sorry. I'll leave," he said more quietly, his eyes darting away from mine. "I didn't wanna upset you. I thought you'd be happy to see me," he mumbled as he stood up and pushed his half-empty glass away from himself.

    "Wait," I grabbed his arm as he moved to get off the stool, forcing him back. I suddenly felt guilty for sounding too strict and displeased. "C'mere... I AM happy to see you. Just don't make a habit out of this, okay?"

    Troy's expression softened, and I allowed him to slide into a half-hug. I could sense his relief. He rested his head against my chest for a second but clearly knew not to push his luck by being too demonstrative. We both sat back down at the bar, and I ordered my drink.

    Since Colton was busy talking to his coworkers, I chatted with Troy and we soon fell into a familiar rhythm. He told me about his day at school in a very innocent way, still calling me "daddy" now and then while his knee was playfully rubbing against mine. After another minute or so, I felt him use his knee to push my leg to one side. That gave him easier access to my crotch, and while we kept talking I felt his hand slide in between my legs to massage my bulge. Glancing down at what he was doing, and then making sure no one around us was watching, I leaned in to whisper into his ear.

    "Daddy's gotta go to the bathroom, son. Do you need to go?" I asked the teen seductively. His hand squeezed my hardening cock even tighter through my pants, and I felt him suck in an anticipatory breath as he processed what I'd asked.

    "I do need to go, Daddy... really badly actually," Troy replied in a very playful tone.

    We made our way through the crowd to the men's room, where I was surprised to find only one one guy using a urinal. Troy and I both stepped up to adjacent urinals, with Troy between me and the other dude. Both of us really did have to go, it turned out, and the sound of the three piss streams echoed around the tiled room, audible against the muffled music coming from the bar.

    "Jeez, Dad," Troy said after a moment, as both he and the other guy were finishing. "You really had to go. That's a ton of piss draining out of your cock."

    I had to stifle a chuckle as I saw the other guy glance over at us with one eyebrow slightly raised, before he zipped up and went to wash his hands. As the man left, Troy went stepping over to one of the stalls. I followed him into the stall and locked the door, not bothering to tuck my cock back into my pants after shaking off the last few drops of piss.

    In a flash, Troy was crouched down and had my dick in his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down on it several times before removing it and stroking me as he looked up with a greedy smile.

    "I did want to see what your son looked like, but the main reason I'm here is that I needed another load of my daddy's cum," he said in a very determined voice. "I need it so bad, Daddy." With that, he slurped my dick up once again and got to work. In the short time I'd known him, Troy's head game had improved considerably, and with minimal coaching from me. He was good at this in the way that only truly devoted cocksuckers were – the ones who really did crave dick.

    Before long, he had me pretty close. I was beginning to think we'd be able to finish up before anyone else even came into the bathroom, but of course right at that moment I heard the door open. A second later, I froze when I heard my son's voice.

    "Are you there? Can you hear me?" he asked.

    Was Colton looking for me? Had he seen me come in here? What the fuck was I going to do?

    "Sorry, it's loud out there. I'm in the bathroom now, I can hear you better," he said as he walked over to the urinals. I let out a deep but quiet breath. He wasn't talking to me after all, he was just on the phone.

    Troy hadn't slowed down at all when Colton entered. Of course, the teen had no idea that the person we were hearing was my son. This was just a stranger on the other side of the divider who had no idea a blowjob was occurring just a few feet away. The stuff that normally made public fun so exciting, of course. And realizing that there was little chance of us being discovered, I quickly felt the rush from the situation as well. But this was even wilder than usual – my son was just steps away as I was getting my dick sucked, by a guy younger than he was!

    "Oh yeah..." Colton said, sounding pleased with something. And damn if his tone didn't match how Troy usually sounded when he was deep into the pleasures of our play. "Fuck, that's so good!"

    I had no idea who my son was talking to or what they were discussing, but this whole situation was suddenly driving me up the wall. I felt another huge rush and then I began blasting my load into Troy's mouth and down his tight throat. I felt like I was unloading a gallon of cum, so much that my knees got a little shaky and I had to brace myself against the stall wall to keep steady. My cocksucker had his eyes closed and one hand was tugging at my tightened-up nuts as he gleefully swallowed my "daddy seed," as he often called it.

    I was struggling to keep from groaning and breathing loudly. I'm sure I wasn't the only guy to ever get blown in this bathroom, but I didn't need Colton to suss out that someone was getting sucked off in the stall a few feet away from him. What if he hung around the entrance to the bathroom out of curiosity to see who'd been having fun?

    That thought sent another shiver through me – the idea of my son discovering my illicit encounter – and I think Troy was treated to an extra burst of jizz as a result. When I was milked dry, he finally stood up and giggled a little bit before kissing me. I could taste my own juices on his lips, which I'm sure was his intent.

    We heard the urinal flush and Colton leave without washing his hands, still talking into his phone until his voice faded away: "Nah, bro. I've hooked up with a couple of chicks here, but it's not like I can bring anyone over to my dad's place so—"

    Once we were alone, I looked Troy in the eyes and said, "You know who that was? That was my son," I revealed with a smirk.​