JOE:

    Over my years as a masseur and escort, I would of course occasionally develop feelings for certain clients, no matter how much I tried to avoid it. It wasn't like I fell in love but I did grow fond of some of them. However, this time around, things with teen Troy were very different.

    What I was starting to feel for the boy was much more intense. Maybe it was his youth – I'd never had a client so young as a repeat customer – that put me into paternal mode. When I listened to him talk about school, I was genuinely invested, as if listening to my own son. Plus, Troy's gorgeous face and taut body made me very attracted to him. In the past, I'd had to "cut off" certain clients, usually because they didn't abide by the agreed-upon rules of our arrangement. Now, for the first time ever, I was considering cutting Troy off because I was growing too emotionally attached to him. But how do you tell someone "I can't see you because I'm TOO attracted to you"?

    One weekend in the middle of January, I had to cancel a date with Troy because of my son Colton, who asked to spend the whole weekend with me. I was a bit taken aback by Colton's request, but I figured he just wanted to treat me to something special as a way to say thank you for letting him stay at my apartment for free. I thought maybe we'd go out for dinner or something, but on Saturday morning we ended up driving a few hours out of the city to a camping ground that looked familiar.

    "Do you remember this place?" my son asked me.

    "Yeeeah," I replied in recognition. "We came here when you were bout 12 or 13."

    "Bingo. Of course, we were here in the summer so it looked different," Colton noted as we got out of the truck.

    "Yeah, I'm surprised they're even open in the winter," I said, looking around.

    "Well they have little cottages where you can stay, and a sauna and hot tub. So I figured we'd spend a night here, get some R&R and reminisce," my son suggested with a smile.

    We checked in and we were given a key to one of the cottages. It was very small and basic: one room only, just enough to offer shelter from the currently pouring rain. The bathrooms were all in a separate cottage, which was a couple of minutes' walk away. It was kind of a pain in the ass, but what mattered was that I was here with my son. 

    "I need to use the toilet after that long drive," my son announced as we dropped our bags on the two beds in our cottage.

    "Me too," I added.

    "The sauna and hot tub are right by the bathrooms. Why don't we go there as well? Here, I packed us some swimming trunks," Colton said, pulling two pairs of board shorts out of his bag. "I think we're the same size. I didn't wanna spoil the surprise and tell you to bring your own."

    "Yeah, I'm more of a speedo guy," I laughed as I looked at the baggy shorts.

    "Well I thought about looking for your swimwear and packing a pair, but I didn't wanna rummage through your stuff," my son said, avoiding eye contact.

    "Much appreciated," I said. My speedos were in the same drawer with a bunch of my sex toys, some of which were rather extreme. 

    We changed into the board shorts, picked up two umbrellas, and marched quickly to the bathrooms, getting our flip flops muddy on the walk there. We took a piss side-by-side, feeling uncomfortably cold. However, that problem was fixed a minute later, when my son and I entered the hot sauna.

    We were the only people there and we lay down and relaxed, enjoying the heat, which hit the spot on a cold, rainy day like this. I was used to going naked to the sauna at my gym, but this place unfortunately had a sign that said "No Nudity." Colton and I remained there for about fifteen minutes, when we finally started to feel too hot. We took a cool shower and then headed to the indoor hot tub in the next room. 

    "This place looks empty," I said as I sat down in the bubbling water next to my son. So far we hadn't seen a single person other than the guy that checked us in.

    "Yeah. There's a few cars parked around so I guess there's people staying in some of the other cottages, but it definitely feels like we got the place to ourselves," Colton said. "Which is probably a good thing cuz I… I wanted to talk to you about something."

    "Is this something I need to be worried about?" I asked, noting the serious tone in my son's voice.

    "No, no. Everything's fine," he said quickly. "I just… there's something I wanna tell you."

    I waited, trying my best not to get nervous. Colton dragged it out, visibly struggling to find the right words.

    "Well spit it out already!" I said, placing my right hand on his left thigh under the water and giving him a reassuring squeeze.

    "Dad… last week I… I used your computer for a bit. I didn't really use it, I just opened it. And I shouldn't have, not without permission," my son began to ramble quickly, as if trying to get the story out as fast as possible. "And I saw… your profile. On that site… I know… I know what you do for a living!"

    I sat, silent and stunned by the story. The profile my son was referring to was doubtlessly my Men4Rent page.

    "So I wanna say I'm sorry for using your laptop without checking with you first," Colton continued. "It's been a week since then, and–"

    "That's why you wanted to come here," I interrupted.

    "Yes. I figured if we get out of the apartment for a little bit, it might make it easier."

    "How do you feel about what you learned?" I asked my son. "About what I do?"

    "I feel… surprised," he admitted after a moment's deliberation. "I'm okay with people doing it, you just never think it's gonna be your parents, you know what I mean? But I'm fine with it," said Colton. I realized my hand was still on his thigh, stroking it under the water.

    "Well, son, I appreciate you telling me," I said, giving my son's leg another affirming squeeze. "Maybe I should apologize for not telling you earlier but as you know, it can be a delicate subject. But you're a smart boy: you might've put the pieces together even without finding that profile. I mean, you see my nice apartment and you probably know most massage therapists couldn't afford a place like that."

    "Yeah. Even as a… escort, is that the right word?" Colton asked.

    "That's fine," I nodded with a smile.

    "Even as an escort I'm surprised you can afford it. Seattle's a big city, I'm sure the competition is stiff. No pun intended."

    My son and I laughed for a moment, breaking some of the tension.

    "Well, son, I've been lucky I guess. During my many years as a masseur I made contacts with the right people, and they're willing to pay a decent amount for my… company."

    "No kidding. Your overnight fee is more than I make in a month," my son chuckled. 

    Just then, we were startled by loud noise as other people entered the building. A few moments later, two young parents and their three kids (all younger than ten) gathered around the hot tub.

    "Do you mind if we get in the tub?" the mother asked politely.

    "No. Actually, we were just leaving, right, Dad?" Colton said.

    "Yes," I nodded. My son and I took another shower and dashed back to our cottage. Thankfully, the rain had stopped by now.

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    After returning to the cabin, we stripped off our wet swimsuits and toweled off. Both of us kept the towels around our waists as we chatted and prepared for bed. I thought Colton might bring up what we'd been discussing earlier, but he didn't. I felt like he'd had more questions to ask, which I would have been happy to answer. But maybe he didn't, or maybe he was just trying to show me that he really didn't think it was a big deal. Either way, I was glad that I didn't sense any tension or apprehension from him.

    It did feel better, having things out in the open now. Whether or not it meant there would be changes in our day-to-day routine, I supposed we'd just have to see. I didn't expect to have clients over for sex when Colton was home, but perhaps I could tell him about the playroom now. 

    That's when I realized that even though Troy had visited my apartment last week, I never showed him the playroom. I made a mental note to do that – I was sure the teen would get a kick out of it. Then, images of Troy's smooth, tight ass wrapped around my cock began to flood my mind. Popping that boy's cherry had been hot as hell, and I couldn't help but fantasize about him, even while I was supposed to be spending quality time with my real son.

    By the time Colton and I were tossing the towels on the floor and climbing into bed, I was doing my best to suppress a hardon. Once the lights were off, I played with my cock for a bit under the sheets, but sleep came upon me fast and things didn't proceed beyond a few tugs. Not like I was going to beat off with my son a few feet away anyway. I remembered coming to this camping ground with Colton when he was younger; we stayed in tents back then, and I would leave the tent every night to have a stealthy wank while my son was asleep. Now, it was too damn cold for me to even consider leaving the cottage.

    I woke up later in the night, and as I gradually came back to consciousness I heard a soft but very familiar sound. Someone was jerking off! Apparently I wasn't the only one who had been feeling horny. We had the curtains open on both small windows, but it was a cloudy night and not much light was coming into the cabin. However, there was enough illumination to confirm for me that my son was masturbating at a pretty good pace. It looked like Colton had the sheets pushed aside and wasn't even trying to stay covered up. He must have thought I was sound asleep. Little did he know I was too damn horny to sleep. 

    My hand drifted to my cock and I found I was hard as a rock. Despite my earlier reluctance to masturbate while my son was in the room, I now figured there was no harm in mirroring Colton's actions, though I made a point to keep pretty quiet and still. Unconsciously at first, my strokes were synchronized with my son's, and by the time I noticed it, the realization made me even more turned on. I might have lost a little track of time and I definitely stopped being subtle about my own actions.

    "Dad? Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Colton's voice suddenly spoke into the almost-darkness. 

    "Ha. Umm... yes," I admitted, knowing by now that my son wouldn't freak out.

    Indeed, one word – "Cool" – followed by a chuckle was Colton's only response. He hadn't even let up on his jerking for a second. Maybe discovering my Men4Rent profile, complete with all of my naked photos, made my son feel like there was no need for taboos between us anymore. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that not too long ago, he lived in a frat house alongside dozens of horny guys, who probably allowed themselves to jack off in front of one another on occasion. (At least, that's what I liked to think straight frat bros did.)

    In the small cottage, my son and I fell back into sync with the pace of our jerking. I wondered if Colton had noticed our synchronicity as well, or was even making an effort toward it.

    "Oh fuck!" I heard him exclaim in a whispered tone. A moment later, I heard the faint, wet sound of cum hitting my son's chest and stomach. I wondered if any of it had reached his face. Pushed over the edge by all the imagery in my head, I let out a similar cry of pleasure and felt the warm jizz begin to splash out of my cock onto my sweaty, heaving chest.

    My throes of pleasure were louder than Colton's, and I felt my cock throb in my hand as I heard him finishing up, wiping up his load with the towel he'd used earlier before tossing it back onto the floor in between our beds. When it was my turn to clean up, I reached down for my own towel. It was only after I'd wiped up the cum on my chest and was going down my belly with it that I realized I'd picked up Colton's towel by mistake. It was slimy with my son's DNA, now mixing with my own cum as I cleaned up my cock.

    I heard Colton chuckle again. Did he know I'd picked up his towel? I wasn't sure, but one thing was for certain: the sexual taboo between my son and me was broken.

    "Good night, Dad," my son said casually, and it felt good to hear the love in his voice.

    "Good night, son," I replied. A few minutes later, we were both asleep, sleeping much better now after our synchronized orgasms.​