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I'm 44, divorced and enjoying a quiet life. My wife left me when our son Julian was still in middle school. I should've put more effort into dating after my ex left but the few times I did, it seemed like a hassle and a waste of time. It rarely led to sex, most women were too intimidated by the size of my large cock.
Julian moved out after he turned 18 and I got in a routine of hanging around at home, masturbating my thick eight inches whenever the wind blew. The perk of living alone was being able to walk around naked, cock in hand.
That lasted for a couple years until recently when Julian moved back home after another roommate situation didn't work out. It's been an easy adjustment for us for the most part. Don't get me wrong, it's been great having Julian around the house again, it just sucks having to wear clothes again and contain my jerk off sessions to my room.
Our opposite schedules meant we weren't in each other's way but we still made time to catch up and sometimes eat dinner or watch a movie together.
He's good company when he's around, we've always had a pretty solid relationship. He's still a pretty social guy, always out hanging out with friends and usually comes home pretty late and sometimes not alone.
I haven't met any of his nocturnal visitors, I'm usually in bed by the time he gets home. It must not be one of his buddies, because they never stay long enough for breakfast. He must be having better luck than I have at finding one night stands.
Julian recently turned 22 but never grew to be anywhere close to as tall as me. He must get his smaller frame from his mom. He was on the track team in high school and he's still toned from years of practice. He's a little effeminate but that'll work itself out in time, probably. He'll never win any arm wrestling matches but he's still my son and I love him regardless.
Recently, I was in the living room a little later than usual when my son came home with a guest. "Hi guys." I say and Julian is a little surprised to see me still up.
He got a little flushed and quickly said his hellos. "This is my friend Brandon, we're gonna go hangout in my room."
Brandon walks over to shake my hand and I stand to meet his. He was a strong man, built more similar to my physique than Julian's. He had broad shoulders and stood at around six feet. He was dressed in a simple button up shirt and jeans and smiled as he shook my hand. "Good to meet you, sir."
"You too, how's your guys' night going?" I ask in way of small talk. Julian seemed a little nervous. Brandon had never come around the house before, he must be a newer friend of Julian's.
"Good dad, we're just gonna go hangout in my room." He says, trying to keep cool but clearly a little flustered.
"Sure thing, stay the night if you boy's drink anymore." I say as my protective dad instincts kick in.
"Alright, dad." They turn and walk up the stairs. I couldn't help but notice the size difference between the two. I wouldn't mind if Julian hung around the house a bit more but I'm thankful he has a social life. I can't help but worry about him sometimes.
Things with his last roommate didn't quite pan out. I never got the whole story but one day I got a call from a distressed Julian asking if he could move back home. It was unexpected but I told him he always had a place here. That weekend he arrived with a car full of his belongings and quickly settled back in.
After a couple minutes, I got up to change into something more comfortable and had to walk past Julian's to get to my room. I quietly walk up the stairs and down the hall. I hear the intro of a movie playing and walk further. I stop outside his closed door and hear a few quiet giggles and then what sounds like kissing and a woman's moans.
Were they watching porn? I hear Julian laugh a sweet giggle and the sound of lips smacking resume. My curiosity was piqued and I wanted to know what was going on in my son's room.
I guess it was normal at his age to have late night visitors after returning from the bar but I didn't expect him to bring a guy home. Were they hooking up? I guess we don't discuss our love lives much, or at all. Maybe there were some signs I wasn't picking up on.
Between kisses, I realize it's my son's moaning that I hear. So it must be them and not the movie. Holy shit, my son's a queer. And was that big stud Brandon as well? He was so masculine though, how could that be? I should've known about Julian, looking back, I guess I did know.
He always did love hanging out with his friends in a tight speedo and wrestle around. His cute little butt on display for the world to see. They'd lay out in the backyard horsing around or tanning and he'd have one of his friends straddle him and apply sunscreen to his back.
During sleepovers, him and his friends would cuddle up in the same bed but I assumed that was just boys being boys. I'd come wake them up in the morning and a strange, funky smell in the room would slap me in the face. I'm thinking there will be a similar smell lingering in Julian's room tomorrow morning.
Even after he wasn't on the track team anymore, he continued to shave off his body hair and still wore those tight, short shorts. He hated baggy clothes and loved to show off his body. He had bronze skin, golden hair, and a killer smile. My boy was perfect and hear I stand listening to the sounds of him having sex with another man.
"You're a sweet kisser. Is that ass just as sweet?" That was Brandon's voice. I hear my boy whimper with pleasure. Stupid door, I wish I could see what was going on in there.
"Oh gaah yes, lick my ass. Ooh. Shove that fat tongue up there, get me slick and ready for that fat cock." My son. That was my son so sexually charged and inviting this stranger to explore his most private parts. I've never heard him talk like this before, I had no idea he could be so vulgar. I step closer to hear better.
"You taste so sweet." Brandon says to my son. With my ear so near to the door, I could only imagine what they looked like. Julian was probably on all fours with his perky ass jutted out, spread wide for his friend's fat tongue to explore. I find myself wondering just how sweet his ass was.
My pants are too tight. I rub the front of them and realize I'm hard as a rock eavesdropping on this hot sexcapade. I unzip my pants to relieve some pressure and slowly jerk myself off as I listen to my son's moans. He sounds so slutty, so sexy and I wish I was the one giving him that pleasure.
Wait, am I jealous? Jealous of that tall piece of man meat in my son's room prepping him for the ride of his life? I am jealous. I want to be the one entering my son. What's going on with me?
I hear them move around as the noises are less talking and more moans and squeals. "Oh fuuuck, you make me feel so full." Squeak squeak squeak goes the bed, rocking to their movements.
Oh fuck yeah, my son sure is enjoying this, sounds like his joy button's really getting a good workout. His whimpers and moans steadily getting louder, I'm surprised I've never heard him before, my son is a very vocal lay. Julian's really enjoying himself with what I imagine is a fat pole sliding in and out of him, making him squirm on the bed and groan with pleasure.
I hear them move around on the bed and it starts creaking again, the headboard is making contact with the wall now and a repetitious banging can be heard. I must be a really heavy sleeper because my son's not quiet about getting his back blown out.
"Aah fuuck, fuck meeee." My son continues to moan as I continue masturbating to the sounds of their fucking. I haven't been this turned on in years, not even his mom could get me this worked up. I had no idea listening to my son getting fucked would really get me going. I couldn't stop myself as I felt my climax building. I was gonna cum, I was gonna blow my load right here in the hallway.
I couldn't stop it now, I didn't want to, I needed to cum. And if the image in my mind is that of my son's ass getting wrecked that takes me there, then I'm just gonna go with it. I stood facing the wall and let loose, I sprayed seven shots of cum on it. I rest against the wall for a bit, listening to the guys as I come down and catch my breath.
I quickly grab a towel and clean up the mess I made before changing my pants, throwing off my shirt and heading back downstairs. I could still hear the boys moaning and the bed creaking in the room.
I was still watching TV when about thirty minutes later Brandon walks down and quickly says his goodbyes as he leaves. A couple minutes later Julian comes down and is surprised to see me still awake on the couch.
"I thought you'd be long asleep by now, old man." He says as he walks over to me. He's shirtless now, just wearing some old, tiny shorts.
I pat the cushion next to me "Sit with me for a bit, keep me company." He doesn't mind at all as he plops down close. I put my arm around him and pull him into me. It felt good to feel his skin against mine. "That's better. I'm really happy you decided you wanted to live with me again. It's good to have you around the house." I tell him and then kiss the top of his head.
He looks up at me with a smile and says "Me too." And then kisses me on the cheek.
"Thanks bud." I smile and return the kiss on his cheek.
"That was nice dad, the stupid part about growing up is I can't kiss you anymore." He says softly.
"That's not an official rule, you know. Guys just don't want to get embarrassed or seem like less of a man for kissing their dad. You can kiss me anytime you want." I ruffle his hair a bit.
He looks elated as he straddles my lap and puts his hands on my shoulders. He looks into my eyes and asks, "Really?" I place my hands on his thighs, move them to his hips and felt him shiver as my hands caress his sides.
"Of course buddy, I love you." I reassure him.
"Thanks dad." With that he leans forward and as he does my hands move to his lower back to encourage him along. His eyes move down to my lips as I involuntarily lick them and he bites his. His eyes close as his lips meet mine and my breath catches as time stops.
I could stay in this moment forever, our lips pressing against each other. His arms around my shoulders and mine around his lower back. I had to actively stop myself from grinding up into him. Not sure what's happening to me tonight but I am so gay for my son.
Julian breaks the kiss and pulls away, smiling as he does so. "See, nothing to it." I tell him.
"That was incredible. I love you." He says with admiration in his eyes.
"I love you too son." He lays on my chest with his head on my shoulder. My hands are slowly and softly massaging his back as our bare chests are smashed together. My furry chest tickling his smooth skin. I feel my cock growing beneath him and it took all of my effort to not grind up into him.
"Dad, you think I could start calling you daddy again? At least when we're home. I just feel so safe with you, I would really like that." He asks.
"Sure, bud. I think I would really like that too. Look how easily you fit in my arms," I say as I squeeze him, "You'll always be my baby boy."
"Thanks daddy." He says as he leans in for another peck and I continue rubbing his back.
"So were you guys just playing some video games for a bit up there?" I ask, making circles around his back. I wanted to see how much of the truth I could coax out of him.
"Something like that, yeah. I haven't known him for long but I just wanted to show him my room." He says as he leans back so he can look at me. In doing so, his weight distributes back onto my crotch and I can feel his pert ass part around my cock.
I had to stifle a moan as I smile at him.
"Well, I hope he's a good friend to you. I hate to see you go through what you did with your last roommate again." I say as I remember the fallout that led him to move back in with me. He was pretty vague with the details but it had to be something extreme to end another roommate situation. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. You know that right?" I remind him.
"I know that, thank you." He says as he smiles and leans forward to kiss me again. It's a longer kiss this time as neither of us seem to want it to end. I move a hand behind his neck and hold him close as his arms circle tightly around my body.
I begrudgingly let off a bit as we lean our foreheads against each other. "Yeah I think kissing your dad is quite alright." I say, letting him know how much I enjoy it.
"Yeah, I really like feeling this close to you, dad. You're so big and strong and make me feel so protected." He says, hugging into me.
All this affection was going straight to my head, the one attached to my cock. Even though I came less than an hour ago, I felt I could cum again. Julian subtly grinds down into me and I squeeze his lower back in response.
"It got kind of rowdy up there, it sounded like you were wrestling around or something." I ask, returning to the subject of my son and his not-so-secret one night stand.
"Oh, did you hear that? Well yeah, he used to wrestle back in college so he was showing me some of his favorite moves." He tells me quickly, making up an excuse.
"Oh really? Anything you'd like to share with me?" I ask for embellishment, knowing I won't get the truth.
"Uhh, no actually. Nothing I'd be able to replicate on you. You're a lot bigger than me, I couldn't pin you down." He says, squeezing my shoulders.
"I bet I could pin you." With that, I roll us over so that he's laying on his back on the couch and I'm putting all my weight on top of him. "Easy. You don't put up much of a fight, do you?"
"Ahh come on, I wasn't even ready." He says as he wraps his arms and legs around my body. "Ha, looks like we're both stuck here now." He sticks his tongue out at me and I fight the urge to suck it into my mouth.
I smirk back at him and subconsciously grind my hardening cock into his barely covered ass. I lean down for a peck as we bask in the closeness of each other.
"Sure seems like we've got a lot of kissing to make up for, our mouths are like magnets tonight." I tell him before leaning down for another kiss. I push my face into his and really enjoy the feel of his lips on mine. I hold the kiss longer and start to move my mouth against his.
Tentatively our puckered lips start to move and our mouths open a bit. Our tongues lightly touch until our apprehensions dissipate and we start making out. Dominating my small adult son was easy enough and I was enjoying the close contact of our bodies. If the moans he emitted were any indication, I'd say he wanted it just as much.
Without inhibition I'm now grinding into him, my hard cock begging for release from the tight confines of my pajama pants. I wanted to let my snake breath and feel our naked bodies connect. I wondered if Julian wanted that too.
"Oh, fuck Julian. I think I got carried away, I'm sorry." I say, breaking the kiss. Wanting to check in with him.
"No, daddy. Don't go anywhere." He pulls me tighter into him, resuming our hot and heavy makeout session. I loved hearing him call me daddy almost as much as I loved kissing him.
My hands travel behind him, slipping under his shorts so I can grab onto his little ass. I'm able to slip a finger between his cheeks and feel his hole. He groaned into my mouth as I start feeling him up. It was still moist from the night's earlier activities and his hole easily welcomed my invading digit.
"Mmm, baby, you're so wet and ready. You've already had a cock in that sweet ass tonight, haven't you?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, daddy. Don't be mad at me." Julian says as he's panting with lust.
"Well, I could never be mad at you baby but I think I just might be a little jealous of your friend." I say as I repeatedly pop my finger in and out of him. "Let's get these things off and get comfortable, huh?" I say as I pull his shorts off of him and then my pants.
"Yes." He says as I slap my cock against his tight nuts a couple times. He definitely didn't take after me in that department either, my large cock easily puts his to shame.
I admire his loose hole with my finger by tracing the outline of the rim and pushing the cum that's leaking out back into his over used opening.
"Wow, you must've gotten quite the work out up there. You're probably all tuckered out." I say as two of my fingers easily slide in and out of him.
"No, actually, I'm not tired at all." He says so I deposit a third in response. He groans as his body easily accepts another digit. My boy must really be accustomed to frequent poundings as his hole swallows my fingers with ease.
"You might not be tired but you sure look hungry. I wish you could see the way your hole is swallowing my fingers back here." I say as he moans and I pick up the pace a little bit, enjoying the hot heat from inside my son's ass hole.
"Mmm yes. Starving, daddy." He says rocking back on my fingers.
"What would you like baby? What can I give you that would satisfy you?" I say as I bend my fingers to target his prostate.
He whimpers beneath me and manages to choke out one word.
"Cock."
"Cock, huh? You want your daddy's dick?" I tease him, pummeling his hole as his lazy cock stays neglected.
"Yes! Pleeaasee." He begs for it.
"But baby, you just had a man inside of you. I can still feel his cum sliding around in your sloppy ass." I say over the squelching sounds of his hole devouring my fingers. "You sure you want more?"
"Yeeess. Oh God, yes, please daddy." He says, squirming beneath me, begging for it.
I bend down to kiss him as I keep fingering him. Tongues wrestling as we breath into each other, I continue teasing his sexy, taught body.
I pull my fingers out of him and he whimpers with disappointment.
"I'm gonna give you what you want, boy." I say, leaning over him and resuming our kiss. I hold his legs stretched between us so that my cock can tease his hole. My precum leaving a slick trail around his waiting hole.
"Mmm fuck me, daddy. Please." He says as I suck on his neck. I haven't been this hot and horny in so long, I was shocked it was my only son that was making me feel this way. His slutty ass must have some magical powers.
Ready to dip my wick, I line my cock up with his entrance as I look into my son's eyes. "Are you ready?"
"Oh Gaah, yes." He whimpers in anticipation.
"You sure you want this?" I tease as he wiggles his toes impatiently.
"Fuck me alrea-" My cock head glides past the light resistance and into the slick, warm confines of his anal walls before he can finish his sentence. We both groan at the sensations and our eyes roll back as we connect like never before.
"Oh damn baby, you feel so fucking good." I say into the crick of his neck. I start nibbling on him as my cock enters him completely. He doesn't need time to adjust to my intruding member as his ass is used to taking big cocks at this point.
I start to retreat and slide back in. "Your friend really slicked you up for me, didn't he?" I moan into his ear, lightly biting it. I pick up my pace, fucking my slutty son quicker and quicker.
His reply was unintelligible as he thrashed beneath me. My fat cock repeatedly brushing against his g-spot and filling his hole to max capacity. I speed up even more, nearly exiting his body before slamming back into him. Not a sound of resistance leaves his mouth as my boy's pussy takes the pounding with ease. It felt so good to have someone take my big dick without complaint. It felt even better to fuck without restraint.
"Oh fuck son, I had no idea you had such a hungry hole. I shouldn't have been neglecting you all this time." I say, pummeling into his body. Our slick and sweaty bodies mesh into each other as we become one.
"Mm yes daddy, gimme your cock." He says beneath me.
"Ohh baby, I'm not gonna last much longer. Your ass feels so good. I'm gonna give your ass it's second load of cum tonight." I tell him as I try to put off my impending, inevitable climax.
"Third." He corrects me.
"Huh?" I ask, slow to comprehend as my cock is still working in and out of his ass.
"At the bar tonight, the bathrooms." He smirks proudly and I couldn't help but be turned on even more.
"Oh fuuuuck, you insatiable little slut." I say as i cover his mouth with mine and shove my tongue down his throat as he sucks on it.
His ass was so wet and warm, it felt so good pummeling his wrecked hole. For such a tight, toned body, his gripping hole was velvety soft and relaxed. I was appreciating every inch of his hot ass and thankfully my son's put in the practice to handle my cock easily.
He's thoroughly enjoying me pile driving deep into him, fucking him with all the power I can muster. It felt incredible not having to worry about hurting him, any pain is immediately bringing him pleasure.
I lean back to watch my dick slide in and out of him. Watching him take my dick was an incredible sight. The harder I fucked, the more he moaned. His slick ass was a seasoned pro.
As we bump and grind into each other, I feel my balls tighten against my body as I can't put off my building climax any longer. I moan into my son's mouth as I start to erupt inside of him, blasting his already cummy hole with seven or eight more shots.
"Oh baby, oh fuuuuck." I say as I experience the best orgasm of my life. I feel his anal ring tighten around me as his orgasm lets loose between us.
"Oh daaaddy." He groans beneath me, toes curling. I hold him tight as we enjoy the afterglow of our climax. I stay inside of him, continuing to lightly hump my softening cock into him. "Holy shit, that was incredible."
"Yeah." I agreed with him, still breathing deep as my heart rate attempts to return to normal. "Yeah, it was."
"You think we could do that again sometime?" He asks me, worried I would deny him.
"At least once." I tell him as I brush my hand along his cheek. "Every single day." I confirm as my face inches close to his and I softly kiss his lips. I think Julian living here again is going to work out just fine.
