The conference I was attending was only a few miles away from the university where James, my son, was studying and so on the first night of the conference I invited him over to my hotel for dinner. By the time we had eaten, and cleared a bottle of wine between us, it was getting late and so I suggested he stay the night in my room rather than heading back to the university. Full of steak and wine, and not overly enamoured of having to share the night in a shared house with three of his mates when he could stay in a 5 star hotel instead, he readily agreed.
Back in my room, we sat chatting for a while and then I decided to take a shower before bed. Afterwards, as I stepped out of the shower, James decided that he too needed a shower and was soon soaping himself up in the cubicle as I got dried. I couldn't help but notice and admire the changes in him since he had left home. No longer the shy, skinny boy of a few years before, he was now a muscled, handsome young man, quiet still but with a hint of an inner confidence and a killer smile that sparkled in tandem with his puppy dog eyes. As he stepped from the shower and reached out for a towel, I playfully flicked my towel towards him, catching him a stinging blow on the backside. I laughed and ran into the bedroom as James gasped in surprise, then ran after me, eager to get his revenge. For a few hectic moments we chased each other around the hotel room, climbing over furniture and generally fooling around like a couple of young kids, just like we had done many times before at home. Finally, I turned on him and grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed. Still not beaten, he grabbed hold of me, pulling me on top of him. For a moment, he lay beneath me, still wet from the shower, laughing.
We lay together for a moment, neither of us saying anything, suddenly aware of our nakedness. I felt James’s smooth body pressed against me, his cock sandwiched against mine, warm, throbbing. It suddenly struck me that he was getting hard.
"Dad," he said, hesitantly...
“I guess it’s all those hormones of yours raging away and with no outlet tonight,” I smirked, trying to make light of his discomfort, and moved to lift myself off him. “It’s a shame your boyfriend wasn’t here instead of me, I’m sure you two don’t get much privacy in that shared house.” James had been out as gay to the family and a small group of his friends for quite a few years, but didn’t make a big issue of it at university. A few of his mates knew but most didn’t. “How are things with you and Simon?” I asked, suddenly aware that James hadn’t mentioned him all night.
“He’s history, dad, we split a couple of weeks ago when he went off to study in Greece. We decided things weren’t really going to work out with the distance between us. We’re still mates though,” he added quickly.
“Do you miss him ?” I asked.
James laughed, “Sort of. Well, the sex anyway…”
We both glanced down at his growing cock and laughed, hiding our mutual embarrassment. I glanced over his body and realised that James was clean-shaven, everywhere, and his cock was definitely getting very big. Big, smooth and starting to show a distinct curve as it hardened. “Well son,” I said, “you’re definitely not the little boy I used to help mum bath every night. It looks like Simon’s the definite loser in your split. Though given the size of your cock I imagine you probably split him in two when you fucked him.”
The tension broken, James laughed too. “Yes dad, I’m definitely not a little boy anymore. Bigger than you now by the look of things.”
“Cheeky runt,” I responded, though clearly it was true. James’s cock looked as though it was equally as thick as mine but would probably be an inch longer when fully erect, maybe more. “It’s a shame you’re not straight,” I teased, knowing James wasn’t going to be offended by it, “at least you could have had your pick of the waitresses in the restaurant tonight. They were all looking at you !”
“What, really dad ?” James said in mock surprise, clearly very well aware of the effect his good looks and fit body had on the waitresses. “Anyway,” he smirked, eager to turn the tables, “it’s a shame you’re straight. You’re missing out on all the best sex, girls are nowhere near as good in bed as guys are.”
I playfully tapped his nose a couple of times with a finger just as I used to do when he was a little kid, “Bollocks, son, just can’t be so…”
James’s face straightened, becoming very serious. “No, seriously, dad, gay sex really is better. Guys know exactly how to please each other, and we can do things girls can’t. Or won’t.” James’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Remember when I was teenager dad and we had that conversation, you telling me the facts of life? Maybe, dad, it’s time to reverse things a little. Perhaps I should tell you the real facts about sex, that you’re the one missing out.”
James glanced down, drawing my eyes down too: my cock was also starting to harden.
“Maybe, dad,” James continued, “I need to teach you a thing or two. After all, who will ever know? It’s just us two here tonight. If you don’t try it, you’ll never know, and you’ll never be able to tell me I’m wrong will you ?”
With hindsight, it would be easy to say things should have stopped right there but for some reason they didn’t. Maybe it was because it was the first time in ages James and me had been together, talking man to man, confiding in each other with no taboo areas, since, well, maybe since he came out and I told him it didn’t matter, that he was and always would be my son, and that I would always support him and be proud of him. The mood between us had changed, the embarrassment gone. My cock was still hardening…
James stretched out his arms, placed his hands on my shoulders. Hesitantly, I leaned forward, still looking into his eyes, relishing the feel of his fit body beneath me, and we kissed, slowly at first but then faster, and with a fiery passion born of a forbidden lust. James’s hands reached tightly around and pulled me in to him, his fingers roaming over my back, around my waist, through my chest hair, exploring every inch of my body. Part of me knew I should pull away, stop this, but part of me was becoming interested, especially the part between my legs: my cock was now very erect and, as James quickly pointed out, “Nice and thick, dad, but not as big as me…” I think I did mention he can be a cheeky runt didn’t I ?
James twisted around so that we were both lying on our sides, then began to move down from my lips, kissing my neck, down my chest towards my nipples. He began to run his tongue lightly over my nipples, teasing each one in turn, started to gently bite them with his teeth, looking up at me, his eyes daring me to tell him I wasn’t enjoying the experience.
I was. He seemed able to induce a pleasure that I hadn’t experienced before, knowing exactly when to lick, when to bite gently, how to maximise the pleasure. Maybe there was also a psychological as well physiological aspect to it, the taboo of forbidden pleasure making the sensations all the more exquisite. Whatever the reasoning behind the pleasure, James was good at and I was surprised to hear myself gasp out aloud as he began to slowly work his tongue down my stomach, hovering around my navel, looking up with an impish ‘Told you so’ smirk on his face, then continuing further down…
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His tongue reached the base of my rock hard cock, continued along it, up my shaft, now held firmly in his powerful hands, then licked gently at the sensitive tip. Overcome by an overwhelming pleasure, I gasped out loud again. James smiled up at me, saying nothing but clearly relishing the fact that he was proving himself right, that against my wishes I was clearly enjoying what he was doing to me. I guess all sons like to prove their father wrong about something and boy, was James doing that ! Slowly, James bent my stiff cock towards him, slipped the end into his mouth, began to run his tongue around the end, over it, beneath the head, his warm, wet, mouth and talented tongue driving me to new heights of ecstasy.
James looked up at me, slipped my cock from his mouth for a moment, grinned like a Cheshire Cat. “So dad, still say think girls are better at sucking ? And sucking is only just the beginning: wait until I really get started and teach you a proper lesson…”
Before I could reply, James slid his mouth over my cock again, still looking up at me, continuing to pleasure me. I wanted to say something but found I couldn’t get the words out: sighing and gasping with pleasure at James’s expert touch was as much as I could manage. As he licked and sucked me, he used one hand to expertly caress and squeeze my cock, slowly masturbating me and with the other he gently stoked my balls, then slid his fingers down to the sensitive, erogenous area between my legs, stroking and teasing my perineum, enhancing every aspect of the sensations his tongue produced. Boy, was he good…
And he clearly knew it. He smiled up at me, defying me to argue otherwise. “It works both ways, dad.” Again that impish grin. He twisted his body a little more, bringing his cock close to my face. “Why not try a suck on my cock, dad? You’ll love it. It’s much easier to get in your mouth than a nipple, and tastes better than pussy.” James’s cock was hard, very hard, sticking out from between his shaven thighs, a good 8 inches of curved meat that would clearly satisfy any girl he slipped it into. But now he was wanting to use it on me…
I hesitated, clearly far too long for James. He pushed his hips forward, thrusting his long, curved cock tight against my mouth, continued to push, twisting both is body and mine around until I was lying on my back under him and he was on top of me. His powerful legs were against my shoulders pinning me down as he held my cock in his hand, started to go down on it. I cried out with pleasure once more and that was the moment at which James thrust his cock into my mouth, firmly but gently.
“Go on dad, suck me. Taste my cock, you know you want to.”
James tasted good. His cock was hard and filled my mouth as he began to 69 with me, the two of us enjoying each other’s cock, pleasuring each other. James was expertly sucking me, better than anyone had ever sucked me before, and was also gently fucking my mouth. It felt so wrong, having a guy’s cock in my mouth, so very wrong that it was James’s cock, but oh so good too ! James raised himself up a little, reduced the force behind his cock, acknowledging that I was willingly sucking him, enjoying it.
“Not bad, dad,” he said, “for a beginner anyway. You’ll do better with more practice,” he ginned. “It’s not a pussy you know, try swirling your tongue around my cock head, that feels so good…”
I let his cock slip from my mouth for a second, gasping for air. “Maybe son, if your cock wasn’t so big, sucking you would be easier !”
James laughed again, went back to sucking on my cock, showing me how it was done, sliding his cock back towards my mouth, found it open and willing to take him, eager to try and match the pleasure he was giving me. For what seemed like an eternity we lay together and sucked, James above me, his powerful muscled body rocking rhythmically back and forth as we shared the forbidden pleasure of gay oral sex, two men sucking on each other’s hard musky cocks, linked by a shared delight in breaking a taboo. James’s hands expertly played with my cock and balls as he sucked on my 7 inch cock, my hands roamed between his muscular thighs, legs, stroking his smooth shaven 8 inch cock, caressing his taut, firm ass cheeks. Our sucking became faster, deeper, the licking more frenzied, James expertly regulating my pleasure and his own, sometimes gently face-fucking me, sometimes slipping his cock out of my mouth, rubbing his balls over my face, then sliding his cock back into my mouth again.
I knew I was close to cumming, James expertly taking the sensations in my cock to a new, higher level. I tried to slip his cock out of my mouth, to tell him to stop sucking me, to let him know that I was about to shoot. James pushed his groin down, ensuring that his cock remained in my mouth, stifling my attempts to speak. He continued to suck, taking me to the point at which I could no longer control my cock and balls. I gasped out loud again and shot a torrent of sticky warm sperm deep into his mouth, pumping involuntarily several times, each more forceful than the last, filling James’s mouth with my cum. A torrent of semen that he eagerly swallowed, sucking harder, running his tongue over the ultra-sensitive tip of my throbbing cock, draining every drop from my balls, his fingers stroking my perineum, making the pleasure almost unbearable. Fuck, was my boy good !
Before I could come to terms with what James had just done to me, the amount of pleasure he had given me, his cock, still filling my mouth, began to bounce and twitch. I realised he was about to cum too, and that because of the way he was straddling me, pinning me down, there was nothing I could do to stop him cumming in my mouth.
James knew it too. He turned to look back under himself at me, my cock slipping from his mouth, his lips wet with the last drops of my sperm, his eyes blazing with a mix of pride and pleasure. And we both knew, right there and then, that I didn’t want him to pull his cock away. His cum came in powerful jets, every bit as equal as mine, filling my mouth, almost causing me to choke as I struggled to swallow down the sticky load he fired into me. James was right. He tasted good, better than pussy.
After several seemingly endless seconds the flow subsided and James slipped his cock from me, allowed me to get my breath back. I licked my lips, enjoying the strange new taste, relishing the taste of my son’s sperm. James rolled off me, turned around, lay down beside me, his face just a few inches from my own on the pillow. After a moment’s hesitation, we both leaned together and kissed gently.
James placed his hand on my cock, now beginning to soften, squeezed it gently, ran his thumb delicately over the still sensitive tip of it, smiled in satisfaction as he saw my whole body quiver with delight at his touch.
“See dad,” he said, “Just as I told you, gay sex is so much better.”
I smiled and nodded, too amazed for words.
“And the best thing about it, “he continued, “is that sucking is just the start of it. Just wait until I teach you how much better guys can fuck… You’re going to love my tight arse dad, and be amazed at what pleasure my cock can give you.”
