Nestled in the leather cushions of the living room couch, Cal panted, his mind reeling. He had just experienced an orgasm more intense than he could ever remember, and yet his cock remained rock hard, throbbing with a need that seemed impossible to satisfy. Billy’s eyes were dark with lust as he met Cal’s gaze, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Cal stared at his youngest son, trying to gauge his son’s intentions through the fog that had settled in his mind.
"Don't worry, Dad," Billy purred, his voice low and husky. "I’m just getting started.”
He climbed off Cal’s lap, standing up and slowly lowering the waistband of his blue shorts. Cal’s breath caught in his throat as Billy’s cock sprang free, hard and glistening in the dim light of the living room. It was impressive, and he found himself licking his lips unconsciously. As Billy’s jersey and shorts tumbled to the floor, he stood fully naked before his father.
"Let me take care of you, Dad," Billy said, his voice thick with desire. He pushed Cal back down onto the couch and positioned himself between his father's legs. "I've been waiting so long for this, and now I finally have you all to myself."
Billy reached out, wrapping his hand around Cal's still-hard cock. Cal groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily into Billy’s touch. He couldn't believe what was happening. Just hours ago, he had been sitting in the same spot, watching TV with his son and now…
His thoughts were cut short as Billy leaned down and took him into his mouth once again. Cal’s head fell back against the couch, his fingers tangling in Billy’s hair as he lost himself to the sensations. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
He could feel his son's tongue working the sensitive underside of his shaft, teasing the head with each pass. Cal was a generously endowed man. A real mouthful in more ways than one, but Billy took his cock like he was sucking on a kid’s lollipop, like it was the easiest and most natural thing in the world.
Billy's head bobbed up and down, his lips tightening around Cal's cock as he took him deeper than before. As Billy’s nose touched the hairs of Cal’s groin, Cal's fingers tightened in Billy’s hair, his hips lifting from the couch to meet each thrust of his son's mouth. He was lost in the sensation, his mind clouded even further in a haze of lust and desire.
"Fuck, Billy," he panted, his voice ragged. "You're gonna make me come. How…how can you…!?” Somewhere, in the back of his confused mind, Cal knew this entire situation was wrong, but he couldn’t seem to formulate the words or thoughts to pry himself from his son’s grasp. All that mattered in this moment was the wet heat of his son’s mouth.
Billy pulled back just enough to voice his response, his words sending vibrations through Cal's aching cock. "That's the point, Dad. I want to feel you come, to taste your seed. I want you to give in to it, to let yourself go and forget about everything else."
Saying that, Billy dove back down, his mouth working Cal’s cock with a renewed vigor. The combination of the aphrodisiac and Billy’s expert oral skills pushed Cal to the brink of orgasm, his body tensing as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. Billy’s free hand clutched onto Cal’s hanging balls, tugging slightly as he bobbed on his dad’s inches.
"Billy, I'm gonna..." Cal managed to gasp, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I'm gonna come! I’m going to…!!”
Billy didn't respond, his mouth and throat working Cal's cock with a focus that left the older man speechless. He could feel the tension building in his balls, his cock throbbing and pulsing in his son's mouth. As he felt the tide of lust rising within him, Cal gave into his desires.
With a final, deep thrust, Cal came, his seed spurting into Billy’s waiting mouth. He cried out, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Billy swallowed every drop, his own cock pulsing with need as he felt his father's release. Billy hummed in pleasure as he released his dad’s cock from his mouth was a wet sigh.
Cal collapsed back onto the couch, his body spent and his mind foggy from the combination of alcohol, aphrodisiac, and the intense pleasure Billy had just given him. Yet, despite the overwhelming exhilaration, his cock remained hard and aching for more. He couldn't understand it. He had just come harder than he ever had in his life, and still he was craving more.
"Fuck, Billy," he whined, his voice weak and raspy. "What…? Why am I still so fucking hard!?"
Billy grinned wickedly, as he straddled Cal’s hips. Billy’s erection jutted skyward, his arousal plain to see.
"You're still hard because you're mine now, Dad," Billy purred, moving his hips and grinding on Cal’s lap. "I've wanted you for so long, and now I finally have the chance to make you mine. And I'm not going to stop until I've had every inch of you."
As Billy’s weight descended upon Cal’s fatigued body, the older man’s consciousness began to slip. As his vision blurred, he glimpsed Billy position himself on Cal’s lap. He could feel a tight heat on his groin, squeezing and milking his straining erection with a feverish intensity. Just before he slipped into full unconsciousness, he witnessed the sight of Billy, his youngest, sweetest son, grinding himself onto Cal’s length. His son’s eyes were glazed, his mouth lulled open in pleasure, as he shouted out, “Fuck, Daddy!!!”, and shot a load of semen that connected all the way to Cal’s chin. Billy’s body, full of his father’s cock, gripped Cal like a vice, and as Cal shot another, strangled load into his son’s waiting body, he finally blacked out completely.
Cal stirred slowly, his eyes fluttering open as consciousness returned. He blinked, trying to get his bearings, before realizing that he was sprawled on the couch in nothing but his underwear. He frowned, trying to remember how he had ended up there.
"Fuck," he muttered, his head pounding. He sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His body felt tacky and vaguely grimy. A sour taste settled in his mouth and Cal resisted the urge to spit. With some effort he tried to recollect the events of last night. The last thing he remembered was having a beer with Billy, and then... nothing.
He glanced around the room, looking for any sign of his son. But Billy was nowhere to be seen. Cal stood up, stretching his muscles and tried shake off the lingering haze of sleep from his protesting body. He made his way to the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the hot water wash over him.
As he stood under the spray, his mind wandered back to the night before. He could swear that something had happened with Billy, something... intimate. His body had a particular soreness about it that he usually associated with drunken sex. But surely that was just a fever dream, a product of the alcohol and the stress of being a divorced parent. The thought that something else could have happened felt…inconceivable.
He finished his shower, dried off, and examined himself in the bathroom mirror. Even at 54, Cal still retained much of his good looks. Despite his heavy drinking, which he was surely regretting this morning, he still had a body with defined musculature. Rubbing his head, he finally noticed a peculiar redness on his neck. Looking more closely, his eyes widened when he realized he was looking at the barest hints of a bite mark.
So something had happened. But what? And with who? Surely not…? He shook his head again. No, he wasn’t going down that route. He must have met up with a woman after work. Yes, that must be it. It wouldn’t be the first time he had woken up dazed and confused after a night of drunken sex with a lady. But…why was he back home and not in her bed? Or vice versa? Shaking his head, he left the bathroom, quickly dressed in fresh clothes, and headed to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. He found Billy sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal and scrolling through his phone.
"Morning, kid," Cal said, trying to keep his voice casual. "Sleep well?"
Billy looked up, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Not bad. You?"
Cal shrugged, pouring himself a mug of coffee. "Fine. Can't complain."
There was an awkward silence that stretched between them. Cal could feel the tension in the air, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them.
"Listen, I was thinking," Billy said, breaking the silence. "About school and stuff. I think I might want to take a break, you know? Maybe focus on some other stuff for a while, see where it takes me."
Cal nodded, sipping his coffee. "Sure. But just remember, Billy, you gotta have something to fall back on. Baseball isn't always gonna be there."
Billy shrugged, his eyes back on his phone. "Yeah, I know. I'll figure it out."
Cal couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on, something that Billy wasn't telling him. But before he could press further, his phone rang, interrupting the conversation.
He glanced at the caller ID and frowned. It was his ex-wife, Lisa. He hadn't spoken to her in months. The pair rarely spoke after the divorce.
"I gotta take this," he said, standing up from the table. "Be back in a minute."
He stepped outside, closing the door behind him and taking a deep breath before answering the call.
"Lisa," he said, his voice tight. "What's up?"
"Cal," she replied, her voice equally strained. "We need to talk about the boys. Specifically, Billy."
Cal's heart sank. "What about him?"
"I think there's something going on with him, Cal. Something that's not right. And I think you need to talk to him about it."
Cal's mind raced, trying to process Lisa's words. What could possibly be wrong with Billy? He was a good kid, a bit quiet maybe, but nothing that warranted this kind of concern.
"What do you mean, Lisa? What's going on?"
"It's just... well, he's been distant lately. He's not talking to his old friends like he used to and he's been away from home a lot more than usual," Lisa began hesitantly. "And a few nights ago, he mentioned something about having a new hobby. He wouldn't tell me what it was, just that it was private. But I know the look on his face. It was like he was hiding something."
Cal's brow furrowed as he listened to her words. It all seemed so vague, so insignificant. But still, he trusted Lisa's instincts. She knew their sons better than anyone, after all. Even him…
"Is there anything else?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Lisa hesitated for a moment, seeming to wrestle with her words before speaking again. "There's something else," she said, her voice quiet. "I saw some... odd messages on his phone last week. They seemed... intimate. Almost like he was having an affair or something."
Cal's heart skipped a beat at her words. The thought of Billy cheating on someone, even just in text, was jarring. Especially since Billy wasn’t even dating anyone as far as he knew… But that wasn't what troubled him most. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, like Lisa was omitting some crucial detail.
"Who was he talking to?" Cal asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "Who's he seeing?"
Lisa was silent for a moment, her hesitation more telling than any words. "I... I don't know," she finally admitted. "The username was hidden, and he deleted the messages before I could see more."
Cal cursed under his breath. He needed to talk to Billy to find out what was going on. And soon, by the sound of it. His memories of last night were so strange…and now this. But the thought of confronting his son about these accusations filled him with dread.
"Thanks for letting me know, Lisa," he said, his voice tight. "I'll handle it. Promise."
There was a brief pause before Lisa replied. "Just promise me you'll be careful with him, Cal. I know it's been tough for you since we split, but he's still my kid. I just want to make sure he's okay."
Cal nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "I'll be careful. I promise."
He ended the call and returned to the kitchen, face grave. Billy was still sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone.
"Billy," Cal said, his voice low. "Can we talk? In private."
Billy glanced up at his father, a question in his eyes. He nodded, setting his phone down and following Cal into the living room.
Cal sat down on the couch, his mind racing as he tried to figure out the best way to approach the topic. Finally, he settled on honesty.
"Lisa called me," he said, meeting Billy’s eyes. "She's concerned about you. She thinks you might be hiding something."
Billy’s expression shifted, a look of alarm flashing across his face before he recovered.
"I'm not hiding anything, Dad," he replied, his voice steady. "I'm just... I'm just figuring some things out. Trying to…sort it out. Like I told you before."
Cal studied his son's face, looking for any sign of deception. But Billy’s expression was sincere, his eyes earnest. He wanted to believe his son, to trust that everything was fine. Billy was going through…something. Maybe it was all nothing to worry about. Just typical growing pains.
"Okay, kid," he said, nodding. "Just promise me you'll be open with me, okay? No more secrets, alright?"
Billy nodded, his expression solemn. "I promise, Dad. No more secrets."
Cal nodded, his heart heavy with worry for his son. But for now, all he could do was keep a close eye on Billy and hope that he was telling the truth.
As he watched his son return to the kitchen, he couldn't help but wonder what Billy was keeping hidden. And he couldn't shake the feeling that the night before, the strange intimacy they had shared, was somehow connected to his son's secret.
