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    Still able to taste my brother's spunk in my mouth, I stepped out of Dixon's house and walked across the front lawn. In my own house, I shut the door and I leaned against it, closing my eyes and licking my lips. I could feel my brother's musk in my nostrils, growing fainter by the second. I wanted to hold on to it – I wanted to hold on to this moment forever.

    But instead, it was time to get back to normal. I went upstairs and checked the bedroom to find it empty. My wife was out; apparently I wasn't the only person having fun tonight. Tyler's door was closed, so I assumed he was asleep. I took my clothes off, put on a robe, and headed to the kitchen to get some water. But just then in the upstairs hallway, I bumped into my son, who was clearly sneaking into the house.

    "Tyler! I thought you were in bed. Where were you?" I asked.

    My son's answer that he had been out with friends was an obvious lie. He was wearing a raggedy old shirt that he only ever wore around the house. He had on slippers instead of sneakers on his feet. But as I looked him up and down, my eyes were focused on one thing more than anything else: the huge tent in my son's sweatpants.

    "Dad, if you don't mind, I need to get to my room. There's something I need to take care of," Tyler said, obviously talking about his boner.

    I felt awkward, since my son and I didn't normally talk about stuff like hard-ons and jerking off. But I couldn't stop staring at his bulge, wondering if he was freeballing. It sure seemed to be the case. I could even make out the outline of his cockhead, pressed against the fabric of the worn-out sweats. It made my own dick respond by growing a bit bigger as well, tenting out my bath robe. Could Tyler notice it?

    "Do you… Do you wanna come with me?" my son suddenly said. "We can… We can go to my room." 

    Speechless for words, I simply gave the slightest nod. My son's face perked in relief as he led the way. I followed him down the hall, almost in a daze. As soon as we were both in Tyler's room, he locked the door and then climbed onto his bed. He folded his hands over his obscene bulge, but barely seemed to hide it.

    "I was gonna jerk off before sleep," my son admitted, avoiding eye contact. "Do you... Do you wanna join me?"

    "I don't think it's appropriate for us to be doing that together, son," I noted, though I kept looking at his crotch.

    "I'm sure we're not the first father and son in the world to do it," he went on.

    Tyler was trying to sound casual, but I could tell just how nervous he was. Shit, I was nervous as hell, too. Still, we were both here – neither of us was leaving. There was tension in the air you could cut with a knife. With his hands in his lap, my son was starting to look like he was subtly playing with himself now. My bare feet were rooted to the floor as my dick began to grow hard and poke through my robe.

    While my son continued to avoid eye contact with me, he made no secret about staring at my exposed dick. My son's interest in my tool was starting to turn me on. Slowly, I reached for the belt of the robe and loosened it until the robe opened completely, giving my son a full-frontal view of my body.

    Tyler's eyes grew big, fascinated by seeing my cock, which was steadily growing to full length. His hands had moved away from his crotch, and I saw a wet stain on the gray fabric of his sweatpants. Every few seconds his dick twitched and throbbed. I wasn't sure exactly what would happen next, but the tension in the room only grew more intense.

    "I guess I'm having the same problem you are," I said quietly with a soft chuckle, pointing down at my now-raging boner.

    My son stood up and pulled down his sweatpants, exposing his own hard-on. Next, he got rid of his shirt and sock, standing in front of me stark naked. My heartbeat accelerated when I saw my son's svelte figure. Whereas my brother and I were much hairier, Tyler barely had any body hair except for the fuzz on his thighs and a neatly trimmed bush. Underneath it, his dick jutted out straight as a pole, the tip shiny with precum. He was smaller than Dixon or me, but I did notice a freckle on the base of my son's shaft that matched a mark I had.

    Gathering courage, I stepped forward to get a little closer. As I did so, the robe fell off my shoulders. We stood facing each other in the middle of his room – the room he grew up in. It was almost like a mirror image: a father and son, fully nude, both bricked up. While a part of me was still fighting my attraction to men, I was speechless at just how gorgeous my teenage son was… especially as he grabbed his dick and started stroking it.

    I followed suit, feeling desperately horny. We still didn't look each other in the eye, but the air in the room hummed with energy. We jerked off for a couple of minutes, looking at one another and growing more and more aroused by the second. Just this simple act of being naked together and masturbating was already enough to make me jizz, but I didn't want to do it just yet. This was a special moment, and I fought to make it last as long as possible.

    I wasn't sure why, but I walked to my son's bed and I sat on the edge of the mattress. Tyler watched and promptly sat next to me on my right. We were close enough that our shoulders brushed together. In an unspoken agreement, I jerked off with my left arm and he did so with his right, so we wouldn't obstruct each other's view. 

    Gradually, we started to lean closer to each other. A slight shift here, a stretching of the leg there… and next thing I knew our thighs were pressed together. Even though it was slightly chilly in the room, feeling our combined body heat seemed more intense than a sauna. Hell, I was almost even tempted to just reach over and...

    "Dad?" Tyler suddenly spoke. "Ha– Have you ever… sucked another man's dick?"

    My heart skipped a beat and then started hammering so hard like it was about to escape my chest. Why would he ask me that? Did Tyler know about the blowjob I gave his uncle earlier tonight?!  I had so many questions, but once again I found myself unable to speak. Instead, I simply slipped off the edge of the mattress, and turned to face my son. He was only a foot or two away, but it felt like a mile. I dropped to my knees, and my lips parted. I finally looked up at Tyler, right in the eyes. I couldn't say it with words, but maybe my look of hunger told him what I wanted. What I needed.

    Tyler stood up and came to stand directly in front of me. My eyes dropped back to his dick. I was close enough now I could see every detail, every vein, every drop of precum. My mouth opened wider, and Tyler closed the distance between us. With one final step… my son's dick slipped past my lips and into my mouth. 

    Since he wasn't as big as my brother, I felt a bit more comfortable and confident than I did when I was sucking Dixon earlier. Trying to keep this momentum going, I wrapped my arms around my son's smooth ass, pulling him closer to me and making his dick slide further down my throat. Tyler's hands reached for the back of my head, and he started moaning loudly, twitching and quivering as I deepthroated him. Now that we'd come so far, neither of us had a shred of hesitation left.

    "Fuck yeah, dad. Swallow my fucking dick," my son growled, growing a bit more aggressive.

    Motivated by my son's confidence, I tried my best to get my throat to relax. Tyler held onto my head and began to thrust his hips, gripping a fistful of my hair and fucking my face with gusto before slowing down a bit for a change or tempo. Regardless of whether he was going fast or slow, I was enthralled by his dick, the salty sweetness of his precum, the musk coming from his balls…

    To keep my balance, my hands tightened on my son's ass. He was sweating, which made my fingers slip between his cheeks. With my fingertips close to his hole, I felt something wet and sticky. Was it sweat, or something else? Lube, or maybe even… cum?

    "Don't stop, Dad! I'm getting close!" Tyler panted, assaulting my throat so aggressively that I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.

    Keeping my left hand tucked between my son's asscheeks, I wrapped my right hand around my own dick and I started pumping furiously. Tyler never slowed his pace, hammering my throat with his shaft while his balls slapped against my chin. He cried out again, this time announcing that he was about to blow his load. For the second time tonight, I was about to taste a family member's spunk!

    I opened my mouth as wide as possible and felt myself cumming at the same time as my son filled my throat with his jizz. I tasted, savored, and swallowed every drop of his teen spunk. Fuck, it tasted a bit different than Dixon's, but it wasn't too far off. Although I couldn't see it, I could tell that my son's load was absolutely humongous. The boy wasn't joking when he said he needed to take care of it!

    It took him almost a full minute to finish cumming. After his last spurt, Tyler pulled out of my mouth, stepped back, and sat on the mattress to catch his breath. I looked down at my left and realized the thing leaking out of my son's ass was indeed lube mixed with cum. I had no idea whose it was, but the fact that my son's ass was leaking fresh jizz this whole time made me blow a few more wads all over the floor. Finally, I got up from the floor and sat next to Tyler. My mind was whirring from everything that just happened. But the surprises were far from over.

    "I'm sorry for lying to you, Dad," my son said, breaking the silence. "I wasn't out with friends tonight. I was at Uncle Dixon's house. I was hiding in the closet in his room while you were there... I saw everything."

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to be continued…