TROY:

    From the moment I saw Joe's profile on Men4Rent, I had a feeling he was just what I was looking for. Even so, I had no idea we would turn out to be such a perfect match! Not only was our sexual chemistry off the charts, but we also had fun when I wasn't sucking Joe's cock. He could genuinely pass for my dad, and when we went out on dates most people assumed we were father and son. We both thoroughly enjoyed our time together.

    Of course, the thought crossed my mind that Joe might be faking it because he was being paid. He was a professional, both when it came to sex as well as interpersonal relationships. However, I chose to believe that Joe genuinely liked me, judging by the vibes he gave off. No matter how good of an actor you are, you can't fake chemistry, and Joe and I simply had that.

    With my mom back from her ski trip, it was more difficult for me to have Joe over at my house. We booked hotel rooms a couple of times, but I wasn't a fan of how impersonal they felt. I wanted to see Joe's home so I brazenly suggested meeting there. Luckily, he agreed. 

    The following day was a Friday and I managed to ditch my afternoon classes and leave school during lunch. I never got into trouble for skipping class since most of my teachers loved me. The reason for that was a combination of the facts I was a good student, a good suck-up, and my mother donated a lot of money to the school.

    I took a car to Joe's apartment. He'd texted me the address and during the ride there I felt even more anxiety than usual. We'd been on dozens of dates by now, but the fact that I was going to his home for the first time really made this day feel special.

    Joe buzzed me in and opened the door looking as sexy as always, wearing nothing but a pair of short shorts.

    "Hi, Daddy," I said, immediately leaning in and melting into his hairy chest.

    "Hey, son," Joe welcomed me with a kiss on the crown of my head. He closed the door and invited me into his apartment.

    "Wow," I said, holding his hand while we walked to the cramped living room. "So this is where you give your massages," I pointed at the table taking up space in the middle of the room.

    "Yes. Although, to be fair, I haven't been giving a lot of massages lately," Joe noted. I wondered if that meant that he was focusing on his career as an escort these days. Of course, a part of me was jealous that I was sharing Joe with other people, but I knew that would be the case when I got into this.

    "When's the last time you gave someone a massage here?" I asked Joe.

    "Oh, that wasn't even a client, it was my son, on New Year's Day."

    "You gave your son a massage?!" I asked excitedly. I always got a little wound up thinking of Joe's son Colton living here, blissfully unaware of where much of his father's income came from. Joe knew that I loved hearing about his son, and he always got a cute little smile on his face when he saw how I reacted. "You gotta tell me how that happened," I insisted.

    "It wasn't a big deal," Joe said, seeming almost dismissive but with a hint of teasing in his voice. "A client canceled on me last minute, and before I could pack up the table, Colton let it slip that he'd never had a massage before, so... he got one."

    "Well, I know I don't need to ask if he enjoyed it. Your hands are magic," I said as I sat down on the massage table and pulled Joe toward me for a kiss. It was hot knowing that I was sitting right where his son had been, all stretched out and...

    "Was he naked?" I asked quickly, daring to hope that the image in my mind was accurate. Joe looked at me for a second with that smirk I loved.

    "Yeah. He was," he answered. "I gave him the choice and when I came back in he was on the table, face-down, bare-assed."

    "Mmm, just picturing that is getting me hard, Daddy," I whispered. And it was getting me even harder calling Joe that as we discussed his actual son. "Does he have a nice ass?"

    "Nothing I haven't seen before," Joe responded, knowing that the elusive answer would just get me more worked up.

    "Was it a... full body massage?" I asked, wondering how far I could take this. "Happy ending?"

    Joe looked at me and raised an eyebrow in a faux look of disapproval.

    "He stayed face down the whole time, so no... it wasn't a full body massage," he said, and my playful look of disappointment was absolutely genuine. "Although, I think his ending was still pretty happy," he added with a chuckle.

    "What does that mean?" I asked.

    "He... he might have cum," Joe said, and from his tone I could tell he wasn't just teasing me with that. "I'm not sure," he added quickly, "but... it's not that uncommon, even with straight guys. And I usually recognize the signs. But if he did he was discreet about it."

    "Holy shit!" I exclaimed, almost ready to blow a load myself, thinking of Joe's hands bringing his own son to a climax right here on the table I was sitting on. I looked down at the spot where Colton's hips would have been, and then my eyes returned to meet Joe's.
   "But didn't you... I mean, wasn't there like a mess or something?" I asked, knowing exactly what I would have done if I found Colton's fresh load on the sheet afterward.

    "I left the room when I was done, like I do with any client so he could get dressed," Joe said. "He stripped the sheets from the table before he went to his room, and later told me he had to wash his bed sheets anyway so he just tossed them in with those."

    "Mhm," I said knowingly, and from Joe's expression I could tell there wasn't really any doubt in his mind that he'd massaged a load out of his boy. "Where were your hands when he... when you think he might have cum?"

    "Right on his ass," Joe whispered, looking me right in the eye. I couldn't take it anymore and pulled Joe down onto me with all my might, and we kissed passionately. He ground his pelvis into mine, and I knew he felt my hard-on pressing up against him. I could feel his in return. We made out for a long while on the massage table, our hands all over one another. After a while, as we began to help each other shed our clothes, he paused.

    "Want to go to my bedroom?" he asked sensually.

    "Absolutely," I replied instantly. He led me down the hallway toward an open door. As we began to enter, I noticed the other bedroom's door half open: the room that must belong to Colton.

    "Can we… go to your son's bedroom instead?" I asked. Joe paused for a moment, and then without saying a word, he gently nudged me toward Colton's door and we went in.

    There wasn't much in the way of furniture or decor in the small space. My understanding was that Joe's son was only staying here for a short while, so it made sense that it didn't seem too personalized. But there was a fairly large pile of worn clothes near the bed, mostly underwear and socks, a few T-shirts. I may not have been able to see much other indication of Colton's presence, but I realized I could smell him, his masculine musk in the room with us. 

    "I want you to fuck me," I said, pointing at Joe's son's bed, feeling more turned on than ever.

    "Are you sure?" Joe asked. He knew this would be my first time.

    "I'm sure, Daddy," I breathed. "I've always wanted you to be my first."

    Within moments, he and I were both nude, making out before falling onto the bed. Joe flipped me around and ate my ass expertly for fifteen minutes, getting my hole nice and loose. He took a break to go to his bedroom to retrieve some lube, and even though he was literally gone for a few seconds, I missed him terribly. Finally, he lubed up his cock, added some lube to my asshole, and the two made blissful contact. 

    "Ouch!" I squirmed for a second. As much as I was trying to act like a big boy and take it, this took some getting used to.

    "Shhhh, relax. We'll go slowly, son," Joe whispered in my ear. Just hearing him call me "son" loosened my hole up a little bit. 

    I took a deep breath, Colton's musk overpowering my sense of smell. It's funny: now that I could smell him, I realized Colton smelled a lot like his dad. My hole continued to gape, giving Joe a chance to go harder and harder at it. Pretty soon, he was balls-deep in me, thrusting without reservation, calling me his "son" and his "baby boy" in the process. 

    He got me close to the edge so many times, slowing down right before I was going to cum. As I moved my arms to brace myself before his next thrust, my hand grabbed something that I thought at first was the bedsheet. When I realized that it was actually a pair of Colton's boxer briefs, without even thinking about it I pulled them to my face and inhaled deeply. The smell I'd enjoyed earlier was multiplied by a hundred, and it was like a jolt of electricity to my brain, and also to my cock.

    "Mmm, what a dirty boy," Joe whispered in my ear, leaning close enough so that he must have been inhaling his son's scent as well. Just to make sure, I moved my hand with the green boxer briefs up against Joe's nose and I felt him inhale deeply. I swear that his cock throbbed inside me right afterward, getting even thicker.

    Shortly after, with Colton's underwear still against both our faces, Joe pushed me past the point of no return. Right as I was in the throes of the best orgasm of my life, I heard Joe cry out as well and I felt the warm and wet sensation of him filling me up with his seed. That fertile fluid that had produced the son whose bed we were in right now, and whose scent flowed through both our nostrils.

    As we caught our breath together, I could feel the cum oozing out of me slowly around Joe's cock, which was still buried deep in my ass. I knew it was leaking out onto the sheets, and I wondered if he would clean it up after I left. I secretly hoped he wouldn't.

    We showered together and made out more under the spray of warm water. While I got dressed, Joe stayed naked and he walked me to the door when my car was waiting out at the street.

    "I'd love to have you stay over," he said, and I felt like he really meant it. I'd already been here a good deal longer than what we'd arranged for. "But... Colton will be home from work soon."

    "Thank you for the best night of my life," I whispered, and kissed him one more time before leaving. Right after I got into the car parked out on the curb, I saw a guy who looked a lot like Colton walk into the building I'd just exited. Yes, that was definitely him; Joe had pointed him out to me at that Christmas party at the bar! It was a Friday so I guess Colton was done with work early. I wondered if he'd walk in the apartment to find his father still naked, still semi-hard and sweaty from fucking me. Maybe Colton was tired and would go straight to his room, and fall onto his bed without noticing his daddy's cum, fresh from my ass, soaked into his sheets.

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COLTON:

    On the first weekend of the year, I pulled out my laptop and set to work on one of my New Year's resolutions: finding my own apartment. It was a Saturday morning and I was lying naked in my bed, which smelled kinda funny since last night, almost as if someone else had slept in it, or as if… they'd had sex in it. Was that really something my father would do: have sex with someone in my bed? Maybe he did it with his boyfriend Troy, the guy whose text I'd seen on Dad's phone. It was kind of a kinky thing to do, have sex in someone else's bed, but I remembered doing it a couple of times in college, when I was hooking up with a girl who had a thing for getting fucked in my frat brothers' beds. 

    The search for apartments was pretty discouraging. I always looked at this area first, hopeful that I might land something close to Dad's place so we could continue to see each other easily. But this was by far the most expensive part of Seattle, and I was genuinely surprised how my father could afford to live here. After using my laptop for a few minutes, the battery died and it went blank on me.

    "Shit," I said, getting out of bed and looking around for the charger. I looked in the backpack that I wore to work, and it wasn't there. Since I took my laptop and my charger back and forth to the office every day, I realized I must've left the charger there. I didn't want to continue to look for apartments on my phone – it was just easier to do it on a computer – so I decided to ask Dad if I could use his laptop.

    My cock was still in a state of semi-erection this early in the morning, so I quickly covered it up with a pair of green boxer briefs I found on the floor. 

    "Dad?! Can I borrow your laptop for a while?" I shouted as I walked through the hallway of the apartment. "Dad?!"

    There was no reply. My father was out, I could tell since all of the doors were open other than that secret closet that was always locked. I figured Dad wouldn't mind if I helped myself to his computer, so I went to his bedroom and took his laptop, carrying it back to my bed.

    As soon as I opened the computer, I was reminded why you should never use someone else's device without permission. My eyes were assaulted by naked pictures of my father! HOLY SHIT! I just couldn't look away. This was… so much to take in. Literally! My own dad's throbbing-hard cock stared at me, leaving me utterly breathless. A big part of the reason why I couldn't look away – even though these were photos of my naked father! – was the fact that these weren't ordinary nude pics. They were… really good. Clearly professionally done. The lighting, the background – it was all top-notch quality. Did my dad pay to have his photos taken to use on a dating site? But what kinda dating site allowed photos like this? Looking up at the header, I realized it was no dating site after all…

    "Men4Rent," I read out loud in utter shock. Next to Dad's photos were two dollar amounts, preceded by the words "Hourly Rate" and "Overnight Rate"…

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