NASH:

    When my dad and I lived in New York, there was a small hotel just a couple of blocks away from our apartment. Back in the day, it was an excellent place for me to meet guys who were seeking a quickie blowjob. This time around, Dad and I were planning a short trip to the city, so I suggested we stay at that same hotel. Coincidentally, when we checked in, we were given a room that I'd frequented before.

    "I've been in this room," I told Dad as we dumped our luggage. "Years ago. This businessman from California stayed here for a week, and I dropped by a couple of times to suck him off."

    "I always knew you were up to no good back then," Dad shook his head in mock-disapproval. "But I never imagined that's what you were doing."

    "I do even more outrageous things now," I bragged, stepping up to my dad and shoving my tongue in his mouth. We kissed for a couple of minutes, letting our bodies relax after our flight from Maine. I would've been happy to make out with him for hours, but we decided to go for a walk while the weather was nice.

    Our feet instinctively led us to our old apartment. It felt very weird to be back here as tourists. We said hello to a couple of the local merchants, and we sat down for lunch at a restaurant that we knew very well.

    "D'you wanna come with me to meet Mom?" I asked. After all, the main reason for this trip was for me to catch up with my mother and my younger half-siblings. 

    "No, you go. I'll find something to do," Dad said. 

    "Are you sure? Where're you gonna go?"

    "Oh, I might go to Times Square, or check out the Statue of Liberty," Dad replied sarcastically, before reminding me, "Nash, I lived in New York for twenty years. I can handle being on my own for a few hours. You go, have fun, and text me when you're done. We'll meet up in the evening."

    Since she had two kids under the age of five, my mother wanted to meet up at a play center where they could run around. Although I enjoyed spending time with her, all of the screaming and the bright colors at that place were driving me insane. A couple of hours later, I was happy to be out of there and I immediately texted Dad to ask for his location. To my further frustration, it took him twenty minutes to reply, but he finally sent me the address to a gay bar in Hell's Kitchen.

    "Interesting," I said out loud as I made my way to the subway.

    When I finally got to the bar, I was happy to see that it was literally the polar opposite of the venue I'd just left. It was dark, almost dingy, with music playing softly. It was still early in the evening so there were only a few patrons sitting at the bar or at the scattered tables. The bartender was damn sexy: shirtless, in tiny denim shorts with the button undone, and the waistband of a jockstrap visible. I smiled, amused that Dad would pick a venue like this. Looking around, I spotted him sitting at a high table with another shirtless man.

    "Hey, son. Glad you found the place alright," my dad greeted me as I strode over to the pair.

    "Hi! I'm Owen," the shirtless man said with a smile.

    Without bothering to be discreet, I eyed the stranger up and down. I figured he didn't mind when people stared at him, otherwise he wouldn't show off like this. He was a muscular stud, with a shaved head, blue eyes, and tattoos up and down his body. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts that hung low on his waist. Unlike the bartender, he didn't seem to be wearing any underwear.

    "I popped in for a drink and I met Owen here," Dad told me.

    "Nice to meet you, Owen," I shook the hunk's hand and asked a clichéd question: "Do you come here often?"

    "Yeah. I own a gym in the area," he explained.

    As if to emphasize his point, Owen flexed one of his massive arms and Dad reached across the table to squeeze his bicep. Next, my father's hand slid down to Owen's massive pec, cupping it and jokingly commenting "I was always a boob man."

    Then, Owen put his hand on the back of Dad's head and pulled it in toward his hairy armpit. I heard my father sniff loudly and I couldn't help but chuckle. It was funny to see my father in this type of environment. In Maine, he kept a low profile and hooked up married men like Colin. But the gay scene in New York was radically different. And I was learning that Dad's interests were a lot more… diverse. 

    I certainly couldn't fault Dad for being attracted to Owen. Hell, so was I! Thankfully, as we all chatted, Owen paid me just as much attention as he did my dad. He even commented on how cute I was and that I inherited my good looks from my father. It was obvious he was flirting with both of us, completely undeterred by the fact that we were father and son. If anything, his eyes completely lit up when Dad first introduced me as his son.

    Owen walked to the bar to order drinks for everyone. I saw the bartender look my way, probably wondering if I was 21 yet, but he and Owen seemed to be friends so I didn't get carded. As Owen walked back to the table carrying three glasses, his shorts started to sag lower, revealing a patch of neatly trimmed pubes. A couple more inches, and I would've been able to see the hilt of the hunk's dick. I ould tell by the way that it swung in his shorts that it was a thick one. 

    As we chatted and drank at the table, Owen began to rub his bulge through his shorts. He even leaned back in his chair, making sure Dad and I could see what he was doing. I looked around the bar. A few patrons had noticed Owen playing with himself, but they didn't make a fuss. Then, as I turned back around, I saw that my dad had reached under the table and placed his hands on Owen's swollen bulge.

    My heart started thumping. This was so fucking hot! Seeing my father do something like this in public made me pop a boner within seconds – and Owen was having the same reaction as well. His dick grew hard, staining his shorts with a wad of precum that seeped through the fabric as my father fondled him.

    After a few minutes of this, Owen escalated things by casually whipping out his boner. I had been right: his tool was huge! Especially in terms of girth. I got a waft of his balls even from where I was standing. I couldn't believe he just whipped it out right here! But this was only the beginning.

    "Why don't you suck my dick?" he suggested, looking back and forth between my dad and me.

    "Which one of us?" Dad asked with a smile, stroking the stranger's cock.

    "Both of you," Owen replied with a cocky grin.

    Dad and I looked at each other, eyes wide, and smiled. Our initial shock quickly faded to excitement. Could we really do this? Owen knew we were related and he definitely seemed into it. No one else here suspected that we were related. A few men were looking at us with interest, a couple of them rubbing their own bulges, but no one was opposed to our public play, including the bartender, who winked at Owen and nodded his head in approval. 

    Simultaneously, Dad and I slid off our chairs and squatted under the table. Without wasting any time, my father got to work, licking up and down the shaft, coating it with his spit. I quickly got on the other side, adding my own lips and tongue to the mix.

    "I said suck it," Owen grunted from above.

    Dad responded obediently, slipping Owen's cockhead inside his mouth. He was halfway down the length of the shaft when Owen sighed appreciatively. I made myself busy burying my face in Owen's sweaty balls and taint. He must've come just from work, as he smelled and tasted of pure, sweaty man-musk. Aroused by his scent, I eagerly lapped at his nuts.

    "Fuck yeah, boy, give my balls a bath," Owen groaned, his hand coming to the back of my head and pushing my face further into his crotch. I was probably gonna smell like this dude for the rest of the trip!

    Dad was moaning with Owen's cock lodged down his throat, deepthroating the muscled dude. I popped my head up, eager to get a taste as well. Dad and I swapped places, and I proceeded to blow Owen. Dad's spit made for perfect lubricant in my mouth, making it easier to swallow the thick tool. Every few minutes, Dad and I switched, taking turns on Owen's cock. Owen always kept one hand on each of us, making sure we stayed in close proximity.

    "You both sure know how to suck a dick," the stud moaned. "C'mon, lemme see you suck it together."

    Dad and I looked at each and nodded in sync. Our mouths came to either side of Owen's dick and we licked up and down his shaft. When we both reached his cockhead, our tongues mashed together. We started making out with Owen's cock between our lips. We were both moaning into each other's mouths, caught up in the kiss and losing ourselves in the moment, even though we had an audience.

    "Fuck! Oh my God, that's so fucking good" Owen growled, loud enough for the whole bar to hear. Then, he whispered more discreetly: "Like father, like son."

    I wasn't surprised to hear Owen was turned on by this. If only my Uncle Stan was here, too. I bet Owen would bust in seconds if he had all three of us worshiping his dick.

    The hunk got up from his seat, keeping both his hands on the back of our heads. It almost felt like he was forcing us to make out now, not that we needed to be forced. He started thrusting his hips back and forth between our wet tongues and lips, using both of our mouths like some kinky sex toy. His hips went faster and faster, letting us know he was about to burst.

    "Look at me, both of you," Owen ordered quickly.

    Dad and I looked up at the muscle man just in time to see him explode. Owen's cum splattered our faces, landing on our tongues and cheeks. It felt like he kept going and going, multiple wads of cum dousing our faces. When it finally subsided, my father and I looked at each other again and laughed. Then, we proceeded to lick the jizz off each other, swapping Owen's load back and forth between our mouths, all while jacking off and blowing our own loads under the table.

    Grunts and moans from other men at the bar meant they were cumming as well. Finally, Owen helped Dad and me stand up, pulling us up with his strong arms. "Welcome to New York, fellas," he said with a smile. "I hope you enjoy your trip."

    "So far, it's off to a great start," Dad said, wiping some spunk off his lip. "And I'm sure I'll only get better."

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Owen is the main character in My Brother and His Husband, Dad's Best Buds, Summer in New York, A Very Personal Trainer