CHAPTER 9

Daddy's Gonna Fill You Up

Category:  FATHER-SON 

TROY:

    As soon as the year began, stores replaced all of their Christmas merch with stuff for Valentine's Day. It felt insanely premature, but for the first time ever, I found myself really looking forward to Valentine's Day. This year, it didn't feel like I was alone anymore: I had Daddy Joe. Now granted, he wasn't my boyfriend per se; more like a professional whose time I was paying for. But I nonetheless had developed feelings for him – feelings that prompted me to buy him a romantic present for the upcoming holiday.

     I didn't know what to buy Joe so I went with one of each: a teddy bear, a heart-shaped mug, some chocolates, and red underwear; all packed in a nice box with a ribbon on it. Then, during the first week of February, Joe texted me out of the blue to invite me out for dinner.

    "It would be my treat, of course," he'd said, making it clear this was a date I was not expected to pay for.

    I was thrilled! Even though there was a week to go until Valentine's Day, I decided to bring my box of presents and give it to Joe. Coincidentally or not, the restaurant where we met was the most romantic venue where we'd rendezvoused so far.

    "This is for you," I said as soon as I'd sat down, handing Joe his present. He was wearing an elegant dinner jacket that made it feel like he was about to drop to one knee and propose (ha! I should be so lucky).

    "Son… You shouldn't have," Joe smiled, opening his presents with a smile. By this point, hearing him call me "son" felt so natural that I was certain he did it without even thinking about it. "Now I feel bad for not getting you anything," he added.

    "Don't worry, you're treating me to dinner," I pointed out.

    "Well, I figured this might be the best place for us to have a conversation," he said more earnestly, putting his box of presents away. Then, he uttered those dreaded words: "There's something we need to talk about."

    I waited with bated breath, fearing the worst. What if Joe no longer wanted to see me?! Was something wrong? I remained silent and let him continue.

    "Troy, I think we should put an end to our professional relationship," he said formally, making my head spin. I felt like I was about to be sick! But then, his following words quickly cheered me up. "Son, I… I've developed feelings for you. And if I'm not mistaken, so have you. I've never done this with a client – EVER! – but I think we should continue by having a personal relationship. One where you're not paying for my time."

    "Oh my god, are you… are you serious?" I said with an insuppressible smile. "So we… we would be boyfriends?"

    "We would be boyfriends," Joe nodded, now smiling himself. 

    With a jolt, I sprang from my chair and ran around the table to give him a hug. We drew the attention of everyone around us, especially when I gave Joe a big kiss, shoving my tongue deep in his mouth – most of our fellow diners had probably assumed we were real father and son.

    After a few moments of floating on clouds, I finally regained my composure and went to sit across from Daddy Joe – my new boyfriend! I would've never guessed that my first relationship would be with a man I'd met on Men4Rent, but here we were. And the surprises were far from over.

    "My son knows about what I do," Joe announced after the server brought our food. "Colton found out I'm an escort."

    "Really?" I asked.

    "Yes, a couple of weeks ago. Remember that weekend when he and I went camping? Well, he wanted us to go somewhere so we could talk. He told me he saw my Men4Rent profile on my laptop."

    "How did he react?!" I asked.

    "He's okay with it. Maybe a bit surprised but he doesn't mind," Joe shrugged. "I assume you don't mind either, now that we're together. I am going to continue to do what I do."

    "Of course," I nodded, even though it was a bit of a fib. Of course I was somewhat jealous; I didn't want to share Joe with other guys. But I always knew this was a part of the deal.

    "Now that everything is out in the open, I thought maybe it's time for you and my son to meet," Joe suggested.

    "I would love that, Daddy," I replied with a broad smile.

    "Perfect. Wanna go back to my apartment after dinner?" he said, shooting me a wink while placing a piece of steak in his mouth.​

COLTON:

    As soon as I got home from work, I shucked off my clothes and jumped in the shower. I'd had a date with a new girl lined up for tonight but she texted last minute to tell me she was "feeling sick" – almost definitely meaning she got cold feet. Feeling frustrated and horny, I tried to relax in the shower, wondering if I should jack off to release the tension. After some deliberation, I decided to save my load for later tonight, when I would be able to watch some porn in my room and enjoy a nice long bating sesh. Maybe I'd play some of those bi vids I'd bookmarked recently…

    I ate some leftovers from the fridge and watched some TV in the living room. Dad was out and I figured he wouldn't be back until late in the evening. I was surprised to hear him come in around 9 o'clock, but I made no effort to get up and quickly put some clothes on. After all, my father had already walked in on me jacking off in his sex swing, so we were past the point of worrying about seeing each other lounging around the house naked. What I was NOT expecting, however, was for my father to bring a guest.

    "Ahem. Son, I'd like you to meet Troy. Troy this is my naked son, Colton," my dad's voice suddenly said behind me.

    Shit! I covered up my crotch with my hands and turned around to see my father, fully dressed in a formal outfit, smirking and standing there with another man. Or another boy, might be the better term for it. I recognized Troy's name – he was the person texting my father all those heart emojis on New Year's Eve. I'd assumed that was his boyfriend, but this kid looked like he was 15 or 16. Was it even legal for me to be naked in front of him?!

    "Hi," I said the shortest thing I could think of.

    "Troy is my boyfriend," my father carried on nonchalantly. "I thought tonight might be a good night for him to meet you. I just didn't know he'd be meeting so much of you," Dad contained grinning, clearly amused by this scene.

    "Nice to meet you," Troy walked up to the couch and offered me his right hand. Not wanting to be rude, I shook hands with Troy, using only my left hand to cover my cock and nuts.

    "I better go get dressed," I said and dashed to my room, where I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I wanted to just stay in my room but I realized I'd left my phone in the living room. So, I went back out and rejoined my dad and Troy, who were now making plans to spend the night here.

    "I just need to text my mom," Troy said to Dad, pulling out his phone.

    "Do you… live with your mom?" I asked the boy, trying to sound calm.

    "Aha," he nodded. Then, as if able to read my mind he added, "But don't worry, I'm 18."

    That hardly made me feel better. My father's boyfriend was 18?! What the hell was up with that?

    "Did you have anything to eat?" Dad asked me.

    "Yes. I was actually getting ready for bed," I lied. "So I'll just take my phone here and go to my room. You guys have a good night."

    Once I closed the door, I let out a breath that I didn't realize I'd been holding in. These last few minutes had been... a lot. Meeting Dad's boyfriend while stark naked was bad enough, but having to control my reaction at finding out his boyfriend was still a teenager? This was nuts.

    Rather than dwell on it, I decided to try and forget about all of it, at least for now. I climbed into bed and found some porn to watch, which had been my plan for tonight anyway. Kicking back and grabbing my cock, I slowly stroked myself through several hot straight videos, then switched to one of my favorite bi clips. Two dudes were spit-roasting a chick in a room done up to look like a frat house. They high-fived one another and acted cocky as fuck. But then everyone switched places, and the chick put on a harness with a strap-on, and one of the frat bros took a turn being the one getting spit-roasted. Lately I'd been gravitating toward vids where a guy had a toy in his ass, or someone was using one on him. Ever since making myself cum while using the dildo, I'd been thinking on and off about trying it again, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I returned to Dad's playroom.

    I edged for about an hour watching videos and slowly jerking my dick. Finally I couldn't put off the urge to piss and I got up, slowly opening my bedroom door and listening, eager to avoid bursting out into the hallway naked and once again creating an awkward moment. The coast was clear and I took a piss as quickly as I could with a raging boner. On the way back to my room, I heard a muffled moan, followed by a burst of laughter. It was Troy… and the sound was coming from the playroom door.

    I realized the door was slightly ajar, as it so often was now that Dad never locked it. With the two of them in the playroom, there was no question in my mind what they were doing. Yet, I found myself compelled to step up quietly to the door and see what more I could make out. Low voices, clearly trying to be quiet (probably for my benefit). I made a mental note to put music on next time this happened. My father shouldn't have to try and keep things down just because I was here.

    After listening for about thirty seconds, I felt pretty sure the two of them were fucking. Troy was moaning softly and it sounded like he was getting his breath partly knocked out of him at a steady pace. There was another faint sound of repeated movement and I figured it was Dad, thrusting in and out of that teen ass.

    Hearing my father fuck his boyfriend made my hard cock grow even harder. Without thinking about it, I gave myself a few strokes while standing there. Soon, my fingers were sticky with precum, and I knew I needed to go back to my room and resume jacking off. I was about to turn away, but then I heard something that made me freeze, right there in the hallway.

    "Do you like that, son?" my father said in a low voice. I freaked out, thinking he could see me… but how was that possible? I was completely hidden behind the wall, I wasn't even peeking into the room. Then… I realized he wasn't talking to me when he added, "You like having my cock up your ass?"
   "Yes, Daddy," Troy's voice replied. "It feels amaaazing," the teen crooned in continuation.

    Were my father and Troy actually pretending to be... fuck!!

    I looked down and my cock seemed to have gotten even harder somehow, dripping precum onto the floor. I had to carry on stroking, this time feeling sure that I was going to cum right here, listening to my father fuck his boyfriend. There no longer seemed to be another option in my brain.

    While I got to work, I heard Troy whimpering softly in a steady rhythm. He was making that sound each time my father slammed into him; I knew it even though I couldn't even see them. The question was: Why was it getting me so worked up? I realized that Dad's cock must be hitting that spot inside Troy, the same spot that had triggered my orgasm when I was using the dildo on myself in my father's sex swing. I still remembered how fucking good that felt.

    I slowed down my stroking for a moment, and then I let the motion of my hand move at the pace that Dad was fucking Troy. I slammed into my first at the same time Dad did the same to his little boyfriend. This upped the intensity for me again, much to my surprise, and shortly I found I was having to will myself not to cum. The moment passed but after the last hour of edging, I needed to cum very badly. 

    "Fill me up with your seed, Dad... Gimme the cum that made me," Troy moaned, again blowing my mind. This wasn't just some sexy nicknames. This kid was lost in his fantasy that my father was also HIS father – his real father! And Dad was going along with it.

    "Daddy's gonna fill you up with his sperm in just a second, baby," my father groaned. The thrusting intensified; the chains holding up the swing rattling. Finally, my dad shouted, "Ahhhhh!! Here it comes, son! I'm cumming."

    I couldn't help but feel like I was the one Dad was addressing. He'd accidentally seen me cum, when he walked in on me lying in his swing. Now, I was treated to the sound of his orgasm, and it sure sounded like it was a strong one! It pushed me over the edge and made me blow a load right in my hand. Unlike Dad, I had to keep my voice down. For several seconds, he growled in pleasure while I simultaneously bit my lip and experienced an equally intense climax. Finally, the grunting was replaced by the gentler sounds of kissing. 

    "I love you, son," I heard my father say softly, as I swallowed my load to dispose of the evidence and I tiptoed back to my room.​