Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2020 08:25:40 -0400
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 39

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 39

(This chapter is from Nick Pfeiffer's point of view.)

When Clint asked me to write this chapter, I told him he had to be fuckin'
kidding me. The only writing I ever do is incident and arrest reports. But
he gave me that look that meant he wasn't fooling around. And then he
reminded me how important it was to him to write the story of his
relationship with Jeremy. Jesus fuckin' Christ! I'd do anything for that
man and his boy.

I suspect I know why he asked me to write this particular chapter. I'm not
usually an introspective guy. But when I was filming Clint and Jeremy's
video, I was very distracted with my own thoughts. Clint noticed my odd
mood and asked me about it later. I'm pretty sure that he asked me to write
this chapter because of the things I told him that day.

I'm sure Clint will fix any grammar or spelling mistakes I make along the
way. He's a bit fussy about that kind of shit.

So here goes...

That morning started off as a typical Sunday in my household. I got up
early to make a big breakfast for my family. My oldest son Dillon was the
first to get up. The smell of bacon always seemed to get him out of bed. Of
course, he didn't offer to help me. No, at the age of 16, he was a lazy-ass
fuck. He just wanted to eat, then head over to his girlfriend's house. He
was thinking with his stomach and his cock, like any teenage guy with a
growing body and balls filled with cum. But it was all good. I liked the
weekly tradition of doing the cooking all by myself. I felt a sense of
pride when I sat at the table and watched my family feast on the delicious
food I made them.

After the meal, I usually headed out to perform my charity work. Normally,
I would have been hooking up with one of my horny, teenage fuck
buddies. But that morning I was going to be filming Clint and Jeremy as
they fucked for the camera. I knew I probably wouldn't be joining the
sex. But I hoped Clint's brother Ryan would let me stay afterward to do a
little fucking ourselves.

As usual, Dillon asked me to drive him over to his girlfriend's house. My
wife and I hadn't given him a car when he turned 16. We didn't spoil our
son like Clint and Beth spoiled Jeremy. Our son was going to earn the money
to pay for at least half of his first car. But he was a lazy fuck, like I
already told you. He wasn't earning that money very quickly. Why did he
need to? He had me as a chauffeur to take him everywhere he needed to
go. So, I drove him to Jill's, then I made my way to Ryan's house.

I arrived with enough time to set up before Clint and Jeremy arrived. When
Ryan opened the door, I felt the blood filling my cock. Clint's brother was
one hot mother fucker. He had a killer bod and an air of raw
masculinity. My cock swelled as I imagined him fucking all those horny high
school boys he coached. What a sweet gig for a man who liked teenage boy
pussy.

Ryan opened the door and pulled me in. He planted his lips on mine as we
both started pawing each other's chest, back, butt, and cock. Our hands
went everywhere. And by the heaviness of our breathing, I was sure we'd
tear off each other's clothes and fuck right there by the front door.

But we didn't have time to get off together. We had to set things up for
Clint and Jeremy's film session. I slowed us down and asked, "You up for
some fun after we finish filming?"

Ryan squeezed my bulge and said, "Hell yes!"

I followed Ryan into the living room and took out the equipment. I set up
the tripod and removed the camera from its case. I said, "Let me show you
how this works. We have some top-of-the-line tech here. It's got software
that filters out eyes automatically and can filter out anything else you
want it to." I pointed the camera at him and recorded his handsome face for
about 10 seconds. I then played it back, showing him how it had recognized
his eyes and had blurred them out automatically.

"Holy shit," Ryan said. "Do that again."

I pointed the camera at his face and recorded while he did everything he
could to trick the camera. He moved around, turned his head to the side,
partially covered his eyes, and even turned his head upside down. When I
played the video back for him, he was amazed to see that the software had
consistently blurred out his eyes, no matter what he had done.

Ryan shook his head. "That's amazing." A smile began forming on his face as
he watched the videos again. He looked up at me and said, "Amazing! I think
I might let you film me too."

I smacked his ass and said, "I should have brought my uniform and
handcuffs, like I promised I would do the next time I came by."

Ryan opened his mouth to reply, but his phone rang. He picked it up and
frowned. "God damnit! Jeremy says Clint is having second thoughts about
being filmed. My brother always does this shit. He thinks too much!" He
looked at me for a moment, then got a shit-eating grin on his face. He
looked down at my crotch and said, "Why don't we show him how good the
camera is?"

My cock jerked in my pants. Ryan was concocting a scheme. And it involved
my dick.

I turned on the camera and started filming.

Ryan got to his knees and lowered my zipper. He looked up at me and said,
"Feed me that huge cock of yours."

My cock popped out and smacked the high school coach in the face. He stared
at it and licked his lips. I pulled my foreskin back and gave the shaft a
few strokes. Ryan opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I pushed my
meat into his hungry mouth and moaned as he sucked it in. He knew how to
treat a big cock like mine and had me rock hard within seconds. He couldn't
deep throat it; he gagged and coughed when he tried. But I was used to
that, so it didn't detract from the hot blowjob he was giving me.

After about 30 seconds, he pulled my cock out of his mouth, stood up, and
said, "That should be enough. Let me see it."

My head was spinning, and I was going to tell him, 'Stay on your knees,
cocksucker!' But I took a deep breath and reminded myself why we were
there. We had to focus on making Clint and Jeremy's film. And the first
step was making sure the horny couple actually came over.

With my hard cock bouncing free, I played the video for the two of us.

At first, Ryan's eyes were visible. Ryan said, "What the fuck?! It's not
working."

I calmed him down by saying, "I didn't turn on the filter before
filming. But I can turn it on now." I turned it on, then started the video
again. This time, his eyes were completely blurred.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Jesus Christ! That scared the
hell out of me." He watched it again and said, "Send it to me." I used our
favorite encrypted app to send it to him, and he forwarded it to Jeremy. A
minute later, he received a message from Jeremy saying they were on their
way.

Fuck yeah! The plans were still on.

I swung my cock back and forth a few times. I knew Ryan wanted to chow down
on it. Whenever I ran into him in the men's room at Lanken Park, I could
count on him to be on his knees with his mouth wide open, waiting for me to
slide my cock through the gloryhole and into his warm, wet mouth. I said,
"Come on, buddy. Why don't you swing on this until they get here? I know
you're hungry for it."

Ryan wrapped his hand around my shaft and slid the foreskin up and down a
few times. He licked his lips as he stared at it.

I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed him down. "Go on. Suck it
again. You know you want me to empty my balls down your throat."

Ryan chuckled. "Yeah, I do." He sighed really loud and repeated, "Yeah, I
do." He stroked it a few more times, then said, "I want to do more with
this cock than just suck it." He grasped my hand and placed it on his
ass. He flashed his eyebrows and grinned.

Holy crap! He was ready to give up his ass to me. I said, "Fuck! If I had
known you were in the mood to get plowed, I wouldn't have helped you
convince the other guys to come over!"

Ryan laughed as he gave my cock a final squeeze. "Nah. It's good they're
coming over. I'm gonna need Clint to open me up before I try to take this
log of yours."

I grinned as I pushed that log back into my pants and zipped up.

Ryan headed toward the kitchen. "What would you like to drink?"

Clint and Jeremy arrived soon after that. I stayed in the living room while
Ryan answered the door. I heard their voices, followed by kisses and soft
moans. What the hell? Did they think we were going to do the filming at the
entrance to the house?

I called out, "Get in here, fuck heads. Time is short!"

Jeremy was the first to appear. He smiled when he saw me and rushed toward
me.

My cock thickened as I had a flashback of my son Dillon walking up to me a
few hours before.

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I told you already that Dillon always woke up first when I cooked my Sunday
morning family feast. But I neglected to mention how he always came into
the kitchen wearing shorts and nothing else.

I know Clint told you that I had a thing for my son. If you saw Dillon,
you'd understand why. He was a prime example of a teenage boy who had no
clue how hot he was. He was 16, just like Jeremy. But he was a bit more
muscular, having lifted weights and played football since he was 13. His
hairless torso was lean and defined. His long, thick legs were slightly
furry, making me think that he'd be as hairy as me when he grew up. His
brown hair was clipped short, military style. He kept it like that
year-round. Not because he thought it was a good look for him, but because
he was too lazy to comb his hair when it got any longer. He had no idea how
fuckin' hot it made him look.

As he yawned and stretched, I admired his athletic torso and his small,
brown nipples. I wondered if he ever played with them when he jacked off in
his room late at night.

In response to that thought, my eyes went directly to the thing that always
drew my attention the most--the bulge in his shorts. His cock was soft, as
far as I could tell. But he suffered from the same syndrome as me--his cock
was too big for his britches. He was usually very good about hiding it with
underwear so as not to scandalize my wife and daughter. But on Sunday
mornings when he came into the kitchen, drawn by the scent of my cooking,
he didn't seem to care about hiding his bulge. The horny side of my mind
told me it was because he wanted me to see it, to grab it, to suck it. But
the more practical side of my mind told me he was just too lazy to put on
underwear when no women were around. Why did he need to tuck his teenage
dick away for me? I was just his dad. I'd probably never even look at it.

He was so wrong.

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As Jeremy greeted me with a hug, I grabbed his ass and gave it a
squeeze. That usually put the boy into an instant sexual frenzy. Whenever I
touched his ass in the park bathroom, he would moan, lower his shorts, and
spread his cheeks for me. But in Ryan's home that morning, Jeremy's only
reaction to my hand being on his ass was a satisfied moan, followed by,
"How'd you blur out my uncle's eyes?"

I chuckled. He might have been a cum-hungry gloryhole slut, but he was also
a typical gadget-loving teenager. I showed him how the filtering worked.

He caught on quickly and took a few pictures of me to test it out. He
stopped and whispered to me, "Listen."

The only sounds in the house were Ryan and Clint kissing and whispering to
each other.

I grabbed the camera from Jeremy and went to the entryway. I snapped a
picture of Ryan and Clint. Clint's tongue was in his brother's mouth, and
his hand was squeezing his brother's butt. Ryan's hand was in his brother's
crotch, squeezing the hard bulge.

Clint reacted to the flash by jumping away from his brother and saying,
"What the hell, Nick?"

He was pissed at me. And I liked it. I laughed and said, "Good to see you
too, buddy." I walked up to him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and
squeezed. I pulled him into a kiss. When he relaxed and pressed his tongue
into my mouth, I stopped and said, "None of that. If you get my motor
running, I'm not going to be able to operate the camera."

Clint frowned, either still pissed because I had taken a picture of him and
his brother kissing, or because I had stopped kissing him just as he was
getting into it.

I handed Clint the camera and said, "Take a look at that. What do you
notice?"

Clint looked at the image on the screen and asked, "How the heck...?"

I gave him the same explanation I had given his brother and son. Once he
understood--and it took much longer for him to understand than it had taken
Jeremy--I told him that he and Jeremy had a choice to make. "Do you want me
to apply the filter up front? Or should I apply it afterward?"

Clint look confused and said, "Um... what's the diff..."

Jeremy rolled his eyes and said, "Let me explain it to you, Dad. If he
applies the filter before recording us, we'll never be able to see our
eyes. But if he applies it afterward, we can have a copy without the
filter." He saw the confused look on Clint's face and added, "I want a copy
without the filter so I can see the look in your eyes when you're cumming
deep inside my ass."

God damn! If my son ever said those words to me, I'd fuckin' cream my
shorts! Did Clint realize how lucky he was?

Clint smiled, frowned, then asked, "But how are these stored? If we have a
copy that shows our eyes, I don't want anybody getting their hands on it."

I replied, "The videos and photos will be saved to an encrypted
location. It requires two-factor authentication. I already made your
personal space. You just have to download the app and configure it."

Clint looked at his son again, begging him to translate.

Jeremy held Clint's hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. He said,
"It's a good thing you're so hot."

Ryan laughed and slapped his brother on the back. Clint blushed and tried
to say something in his defense. Jeremy interrupted him by saying, "Let me
take care of it, Dad."

Jeremy and I downloaded and configured the app on Clint's phone. Jeremy
logged in and showed his dad all the pics and videos that had been taken so
far that day. Then I showed him that they were gone from the
camera. "See. Even I won't have access to them once they're saved to your
encrypted space. It's all very safe and secure."

Ryan placed his hands on Clint's and Jeremy's shoulders and said, "I was
more reluctant than you, Clint. But Nick convinced me before you guys got
here. It's going to be safe."

Clint looked at his brother, then at Jeremy, then at the camera. He took a
deep breath and said, "After. Apply the filters after."

"Very good choice, buddy," I said. "Can I ask you guys a favor?"

Clint replied, "Of course."

"Can I keep part of the video? I'd like to add it to my collection." I
wanted so fuckin' bad to have a father/son video.

Clint hesitated as he appeared to be deep in thought.

I said, "No pressure. We can discuss it later." I gestured toward Ryan's
couch and said, "Why don't you guys relax? I'm almost done setting things
up." I handed Ryan another video camera and said, "You can help me by using
this to get different angles. Let me show you how it works."

Clint took Jeremy's hand and they walked to the couch. They sat down next
to each other. Clint draped his arm around his boy's shoulders. Jeremy
rested his head on his father's chest.

As soon as Ryan was distracted with his camera, I adjusted the angle of the
one on the tripod and pressed Record. Clint and Jeremy were going to be
pissed when they found out that I filmed them without letting them
know. But they would eventually appreciate it. They thought they only
wanted a film of them fucking. But I knew how to read people. It was clear
to me that they both really wanted a film of them loving each other. I knew
that they'd put on an act for the camera as soon as they knew I was
filming. In order to capture those real tender, loving moments, I had to
film them without them knowing.

And I got exactly what I hoped for.

They whispered to each other as Clint ran his fingers over Jeremy's
shoulder and down his arm. Jeremy traced Clint's jawline with his
fingers. Clint said something that made Jeremy look into his eyes. There it
was... the connection. They held each other's gaze for a few moments. Then
Jeremy smiled and nodded, lowering his eyes as if reacting shyly. Clint
placed a finger beneath Jeremy's chin and tilted the boy's head up until he
was looking into his eyes again. They both smiled. Easy, natural
smiles. Not forced or exaggerated. Just smiles that seemed to say, 'this is
right,' and 'all we need is this, our love.'

They slowly inched their faces forward as they caressed one another's
cheek. Their lips touched. Softly, at first. Just easy, playful pecks. Not
sexual. Just soft, loving kisses. They smiled again and chuckled. They
said, "I love you," at the same time. They resumed kissing and caressing
one another's skin. Then they both sighed and pressed their foreheads
together.

I had caught their expression of love. I would not include that part of the
film in my copy. That moment was all theirs and it would only exist on
their private copy.

I looked at Clint and Jeremy and decided I had had enough of their lovey
dovey shit. It was time to have some good father/son fun.

I said, "OK, I'm all set. Let's start filming."

As I suspected, the moment Clint and Jeremy knew they were being filmed,
they visibly tensed up. Clint asked, "What do you want us to do?"

I shook my head and waved my hands dismissively. "This is your film. Do
whatever you want." I grinned and added, "But if I remember correctly, you
said you wanted me to film Jeremy sitting on your face. Don't forget that."

Clint kissed Jeremy as he reached around and grabbed his ass. "I guess I
did say that. I want to be on my back as you squat over my face and feed me
that beautiful hole of yours."

Jeremy turned his body, bending his leg across his father's lap, giving
Clint better access to his bubble butt.

Clint moaned as he and his boy resumed kissing. Clint groped his son's ass
while Jeremy squeezed the bugle in his dad's crotch.

My cock was hardening quickly, and I grasped it through my pants. I glanced
over at Ryan and caught him adjusting his own growing bulge as he filmed
his brother and nephew. I doubted any man could avoid getting hard when
they watched Clint and Jeremy.

The kisses Clint and Jeremy were giving one another became less soft and
more sexual. They were no longer just loving each other; they were desiring
each other, needing each other. Jeremy tilted his head back, exposing his
neck to his father. Clint kissed and nibbled on the sensitive, exposed
skin.

Jeremy moaned as he moved into a straddling position over his father's
lap. He continued to tilt his head back as he held on to his father's
shoulder with one hand. With the other hand, he groped Clint's bulge.

Clint said, "Yeah, boy!" as he grabbed both of Jeremy's butt cheeks and
squeezed them hard. He pressed his crotch against his son's hand. He
whispered something, and both of them looked at me and Ryan.

Jeremy smiled and said, "Dad likes being watched."

I smirked. "There's nothing to watch yet. Get those fucking clothes off!"

Jeremy slid off his father's lap and stood up. He unbuttoned his shorts and
let them drop to the floor. He was wearing a jock strap which perfectly
framed his perky, round ass.

My cock jerked. Jeremy's ass was so fuckable. Just like Dillon's.

That brought on another flashback from earlier that morning.

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After yawning and stretching in front of me, Dillon placed a hand on the
back of his nylon shorts. He said, "Jeez, this is scratching me." He joined
me at the counter, opened the junk drawer, and pulled out a pair of
scissors. He twisted the waistband of his shorts and tried to cut one of
the inside tags. But the angle wasn't right.

I took a deep breath, hoping that my son would simply remove his shorts and
cut the tag. I wanted to see him completely naked. I wanted to see his
teenage dick and his athletic ass.

But instead, he came up to me and asked, "Can you cut this tag, Pop? It's
scratching the heck out of me."

As he turned to face away from me, I resisted the temptation to run my
fingers down his smooth back, to feel his growing body, to explore the area
where his lower back met the top of his butt cheeks.

I grasped his waistband and pulled it about an inch away from his body. As
I did so, I looked straight down and saw his lightly hairy ass. It wasn't
the bubble butt that Jeremy had, but it was firm and round. And it was
inches from my hand and from my cock. I pulled the waistband a little
further away, giving myself an even better view of his butt cheeks. As I
cut the tag, I allowed my fingertips to graze his crack. My cock
stiffened. I was so close... so close. If I just lowered my fingers a
little further, I'd be able to touch his virgin hole.

I saw the irritated skin where the tag had been scratching my son. I rubbed
a finger over it. For just a moment, the horny side of my mind told me my
son had done this on purpose. He had put on the shorts, knowing that the
tag would irritate him. And then he had asked me to cut the tag, knowing
I'd have to get up and personal with his ass. My son had wanted me to touch
him back there. He had wanted me to handle his ass.

If only it were true.

The practical side of my mind told me that the situation was nothing more
than it seemed. Dillon had had no intention of seducing me with his ass. He
had simply needed my help. There was nothing out of the ordinary for a boy
to ask his father to remove a tag that was irritating him.

I rubbed the irritated skin and said, "That should do it." Then I surprised
myself, and my son, by smacking his ass and giving it a gentle squeeze.

As my son turned around and gave me an odd look, I distracted him by
saying, "Take some bacon. I'll cook some more."

I wanted to curse Jeremy and Clint. It was their fault that I had been
willing to touch my son's ass that morning. Before our roleplaying session
earlier in the week, I had been able to keep my desire for my son under
control. The charity boys and the boys that hung out at the park had always
been enough for me. But that all changed that night at Ryan's house. When
Jeremy stretched out on Ryan's bed and acted like he was my son, that was
the end for me. I had fucked Jeremy several times before. But that night,
when I slid my cock into his hungry hole, it wasn't Jeremy's ass I was
fucking. It was Dillon's. At least in my mind it was. And that flipped a
switch in my brain. Ever since that night, I hadn't been able to get Dillon
out of my head.

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The flashback faded as I focused again on the present. Clint had gotten to
his knees at the foot of the couch and was running his hands up and down
Jeremy's legs. He stopped when Jeremy tugged on his shirt. He lifted his
arms and let the boy pull his shirt off and toss it to the floor.

Jeremy ran his fingers over his father's lightly hairy pecs. He stopped
when he reached the man's nipples. He pinched the hard nubs, and Clint let
out a hiss.

Clint pulled aside Jeremy's jock pouch.

I removed the camera from the tripod and moved to the side to get a better
view of what was going on.

Clint had pulled Jeremy's balls out of the pouch, though he had left the
cock concealed inside. He stuck out his tongue and licked the cum
factories, sucking each one into his mouth. When Jeremy started to lose
balance, his father grabbed his ass and held him steady.

I grinned. I would have grabbed Jeremy's ass too. That sweet, perfect ass.

After thoroughly soaking Jeremy's balls with his saliva, Clint pushed them
back into the pouch. He then pulled his son's cock out the other side. He
held it in his hand and studied every inch of it. He looked up at his son
and winked at him. Then he opened his mouth and licked the head, just like
he had licked Jeremy's balls a few moments before.

Ryan moved into place on the other side, camera in hand, waiting to catch
on film the moment his brother wrapped his lips around the teenage cock.

Clint sat there with his mouth open. He was looking up into his son's gray
eyes, as if waiting for permission.

Jeremy waved his cock around. He smiled as he watched his father's eyes
lock onto his teenage prick. That long, pearly white shaft with the pink
head. I was salivating as I watched it. I loved the taste of that boy's
dick. I was confident that Clint felt the same.

Jeremy eventually placed his teenage cock on his father's tongue and slid
it into his mouth. When his cock was a few inches in, he nodded, and Clint
closed his mouth around it and began devouring it.

I flashed my eyebrows at Ryan. This scene was video gold. A sexy
30-something man acting submissive to a beautiful teenage boy. I couldn't
wait to show this to my buddy Gene. Too bad I couldn't tell him that the
man and boy were father and son. He'd demand a copy of the video if he
learned that.

Clint tried to swallow all of Jeremy's cock, but he gagged on it. He looked
up with an apology in his eyes as his son stroked his cheek.

Jeremy said, "It's OK, Dad. You don't need to swallow it all."

Clint looked at me with fright in his eyes.

I knew what had frightened him. I said, "Don't worry. There won't be any
sound in my copy. I'll replace it with music, like I do with all the
others."

Clint pulled Jeremy's cock from his mouth, wiped the saliva from his lips
and said, "Feed it to me, Son." He looked at the camera real quick, then
looked up at Jeremy's face. "Fuck your dad's face."

Jeremy inserted his cock into Clint's mouth and started fucking. He only
slowed down when tears started rolling down his father's face. He tried to
pull his cock out of Clint's mouth, but the man grabbed on tight to his
ass, not allowing the adolescent dick to go anywhere.

I said, "Jesus, Clint! You are a fucking cock slut!"

Clint nodded and swallowed his son's cock again. He sucked on it for a few
moments more. Then he stood, and Jeremy dropped to his knees in front of
him. Clint unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to the floor. His meat
was hard and tenting his boxers.

Jeremy placed a hand on his father's underwear and pulled the fabric tight
around the thick dick. He ran a finger back and forth over the edge before
opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around it.

I wondered how often Jeremy got to play with his father's cock through his
underwear. And then I remembered what happened after I grabbed my boy's ass
in the kitchen.

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I had just distracted Dillon with bacon. He grabbed a few pieces and
stuffed them in his mouth, gobbling them down like only a hungry teenage
boy could. He wiped his greasy fingers on his shorts and stepped into the
dining room. I enjoyed the view of my son's backside as he walked away from
me. His muscular V-shaped back, his thin waist, his athletic ass covered by
his shorts, and his long, thick legs. I copped a quick feel of my
thickening cock. Jesus! I wanted to fuck that kid.

Dillon reached the window and looked outside. The morning sun was shining
brightly, illuminating his body and causing shadows that accentuated his
muscular definition.

Then it happened. My boy turned his body just enough for the sun to shine
through his thin nylon shorts. I could see the silhouette of his teenage
fuck tool. My cock thickened as I saw that he was nearly as hung as
me. Fuck! I had known he was big, but now I was seeing it in its huge
flaccid glory. I wanted to hustle into the dining room and grab my son's
bulge. I wanted to feel its thickness as I wrapped my hand around the
shaft. I wanted to get to my knees and press my cheek against it. I wanted
to pull his shorts down and suck it into my mouth. I wanted to hold onto
his young butt as he fucked my face. And I wanted to feel his thick shaft
pulsing as it dumped a load deep inside my throat.

I did the next best thing. I picked up my phone and took a picture. I saved
it to my encrypted space so I could enjoy it later.

Dillon scratched his balls. When he was done, I could see that his big
teenage cock had reacted to his own touch. It was creating a very
noticeable tent in his shorts.

The horny side of my mind told me that my son had known that I was watching
him. He was enjoying seducing me. He was telling me that I could have his
cock any time I wanted. But the practical side of my mind told me he was
just a typical teenager, getting aroused every time his cock was
touched. My son had no clue that I was dying to suck him off and to fuck
his sweet, young ass.

Dillon asked, "Are you doing your charity thing today, Pop?"

I turned away, hoping he hadn't caught me staring at the silhouette of his
hardening cock. I said, "Yeah, right after breakfast. Why? You need a ride
to Jill's?"

Dillon said, "Sure do."

I glanced over at him and saw that he was rubbing his bulge as he stared
out the window. But he stopped a second later when he heard his mother
coming down the stairs. He rushed out of the room. Most likely to jack out
a load before eating breakfast.

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When I cleared my head, I saw that Jeremy had pulled his father's cock
through the fly in his boxers. He was already sucking on it. Clint was
standing tall, playing with his nipples as he fucked his son's mouth with
his nice, thick cock. Ryan was sitting in his chair. He had pulled his own
cock through his fly and was jacking it as he watched his brother fuck the
boy's mouth.

It was time to film Jeremy's ass. His mouth was busy with his dad's
dick. But his smooth, round ass was being ignored. I got to my knees behind
him. I held the camera up to his ass cheeks and told the boy, "Spread them
for me." As Jeremy's hands pulled each cheek away, his tiny pink hole came
into view. Ah fuck! That hole was amazing. I was in heaven the first time
he let me fuck him through a gloryhole at Lanken Park. Hell! I was in
heaven every time he let me fuck him. That kid was a sex machine. The
pleasure he got from getting fucked only enhanced the pleasure of the guy
fucking him. That kid knew how to please a man.

I zoomed in, getting an amazing close-up shot of his tiny hole. I wondered
if Jeremy had ever seen his own hole. Had he ever looked at it in a mirror
or taken a picture of it? Well, if he hadn't, he was going to get a real
treat when he saw the video. I took a long shot of his hungry hole before I
touched it with my finger. His ass lips reacted by retracting, then by
relaxing again. I ran my finger over them, stimulating them. Then I licked
my finger--enjoying the taste--and pushed the tip inside him. His tiny hole
opened just enough to let my fingertip in. He tried to push back on it, but
I didn't allow him to. I only wanted to catch on camera the beauty of his
hole and how hungry it was to be filled.

I stood back up and saw that Clint was looking at me. No, not at
me. Through me. The man's mind was somewhere else as he tweaked his nipples
and fucked his son's talented mouth. I waved my hand at him, breaking him
out of his deep thoughts. I pointed at my watch and said, "We don't have a
lot of time."

Clint nodded and looked down at his personal cocksucker. He said, "I want
to eat your ass, Baby."

Jeremy slurped as he gave his dad's cock a few more sucks. Then he stood up
and asked, "Where?"

Clint lay on the floor. Rolling onto his back, he opened his mouth and
stuck out his tongue. "Here."

Jeremy straddled his father's body. Placing his hands on his knees for
balance, he began to squat over his father's face.

I dropped to the floor and caught the action as Jeremy lowered his ass to
his father's mouth. I zoomed in close, as I knew this was the moment that
Clint most wanted me to capture.

Not surprisingly, Jeremy's response to the anal stimulation was immediate
and intense. All my teenage fuck buddies loved to have their asses played
with. They all enjoyed getting rimmed, fingered, and fucked. But the
pleasure Jeremy experienced was on a different level. When that boy's ass
was being stimulated, it was as if his entire body buzzed with sexual
excitement. So, it was no surprise that Jeremy moaned and gasped as his dad
licked, nibbled and tongue-fucked his hole.

But what was surprising was how intense Clint's reaction was. I mean, I'm
an ass lover. And when I get my tongue inside a hole like Jeremy's, I feel
like I've hit the jackpot. I love the taste, the texture, and the knowledge
that I'm driving the boy crazy by shoving my tongue inside him. But
Clint... That man went wild when Jeremy sat on his face. He had his hands
around his son's muscular legs and held the boy in place as he feasted on
his ass. He shoved his tongue deep inside Jeremy's tiny hole and hummed as
he fucked it in and out. He pulled his tongue out, spread Jeremy's cheeks
and moaned as he licked all around the pink opening. He growled as he
nibbled on the puckered skin. And then he dove right back in and resumed
tongue fucking his son. He was breathing heavily, as if overexerting
himself.

In all my years of fucking guys, I had never seen any couple enjoy rimming
the way they enjoyed it. They seemed perfectly paired. It made me wonder
about Dillon's ass. What did his hole look like? Was it tiny and pink like
Jeremy's? Was it smooth, or was it hairy? Did my son know how good it felt
to have his ass eaten? Had he tried it with Jill or any of his previous
girlfriends? And if he ever let me feast on his hole, would he and I have
the same intense experience that Jeremy and Clint did?

Jesus fucking Christ! These guys were a bad influence on me! They had
gotten me to the point that everything that happened around me made me
think of my son. When was this going to end?

Clint dropped his head back, removing his tongue, mouth, and lips from his
son's hole for the first time in minutes. He looked up at me and asked,
"Did you get that?"

I licked my lips and nodded. "Fuck yeah. You're gonna love it."

Jeremy turned around and straddled his father's lap. He reached out, trying
to get a look at the camera. "Show me! I want to see what it looks like
when my dad eats me."

I fended him off, holding the camera high above my head, out of his
reach. "You'll be able to see it later. Don't disrupt the flow."

Jeremy frowned and tried to reach for the camera. "But what if it didn't
come out very good? We might need to try again."

I laughed and said, "Clint. Get your son under control."

Jeremy's eyes opened wide and he moaned loudly. He stopped reaching for the
camera. For a second, I didn't know what was happening. But then he sighed
deeply, and I figured it out. Clint was sliding his cock into his boy's
hole. That was the best way to control him.

I was about to curse, having missed the initial penetration. But I saw that
Ryan was on his knees with his camera pointing directly at Clint's cock. He
had the perfect angle, watching as the father pushed his thick dick into
his son's hole. Ryan had to move the camera down next to Clint's balls when
Jeremy lowered himself onto the thick cock.

I walked around and knelt next to the high school coach. Ryan placed his
free hand around my waist. We kissed as I groped his ass.

Ryan whispered, "I want to try sitting on your cock like that."

I chuckled and said, "Soon, buddy. Soon." I reluctantly let go of Ryan's
ass and resumed filming the action on the floor.

Jeremy was fucking himself on his dad's cock. He was lifting his body up,
then sitting back down.

Clint was holding onto Jeremy's hard cock, trying to stroke it on each
downward thrust. A couple times, Jeremy stopped so his father could stroke
him unimpeded. But the beautiful, blond boy couldn't pause for long. He
resumed fucking himself on the thick cock that he shared with his
mom. Wait. Shared with his mom? Nah, Jeremy wasn't sharing Clint's cock
with Beth. He was swooping in and taking it away from her. And Clint wasn't
complaining at all. Those two had a great future together.

If Clint didn't screw it up by thinking too much.

I was not like Clint. I wanted to fuck my son's ass, but I didn't want to
get emotionally involved with him. If my boy ever let me fuck him, I'd
gladly do it every chance I got. But I had no desire to fall in love with
him. I loved my wife. She and I had a great relationship. I might have been
sexually unfaithful to her, but I never would have been emotionally
unfaithful. Clint, on the other hand, was diving into the deep end of that
pool headfirst. Even though he said he still loved his wife, and even
though he said he still wanted to fuck her whenever she was willing, I knew
what was really going on in his head. The way he looked at Jeremy, the way
he held him, the way he made love to him even when he was fucking the hell
out of his hole... all of those were signs of something deeper going on
inside Clint's mind. If they were strangers to me and they were in my
interrogation room, I would have known within five minutes that they were
in love. They couldn't hide it.

Don't get me wrong. It was a beautiful thing when you saw the love and
passion that Clint and Jeremy had for each other. I ain't gonna deny
it. But I had no delusions about me and Dillon experiencing the same
thing. I loved my wife. I wasn't interested in falling in love with anyone
else, especially not with my lazy-as-fuck son. I just wanted to suck his
oversized dick and to fuck his tight, athletic ass. Is that too much for a
father to ask for?

Clint said, "This probably isn't a good angle for the cameras, is it?"

I shook my head and said, "Do whatever you guys want. It's your video. And
I already filmed you rimming him. Everything else is just icing on the
cake."

A cell phone rang. Jeremy jumped off the couch, leaving his dad's hard cock
standing at attention. He pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket and
answered. "Hey, Mom." He walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

Ryan reached over and grabbed Clint's lube-covered cock and slowly stroked
it. Clint placed his hand on Ryan's leg and squeezed it. Ryan said, "It's
going great."

Clint nodded, as he moved his hand up to Ryan's crotch. He massaged his
brother's bulge as he said, "Yeah, it is. But we have to hurry, don't we?"

Ryan kissed his younger brother and said, "Yeah. I think Beth's call is a
sign."

Clint kissed him back and said, "But you and Nick haven't had any fun yet."

Ryan looked at me and grinned. He said, "Don't worry about us. Nick is
going to stick around after you and Jer leave."

Clint looked at me and nodded. He said something that I didn't hear. The
sight of them holding each other's cock made me have the final flashback of
the morning.

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After breakfast, Dillon and I washed up and got ready to leave. I kissed my
wife on the way out. Dillon just said, "Later, Ma." Dillon was wearing the
same shorts as earlier and had only put on sandals and a tank top. As I
watched him walk to the car, I realized he still hadn't put on
underwear. His nylon shorts were hugging his athletic butt cheeks. The
sight was making my cock throb.

As he slid into the seat, he had to adjust his crotch.

Feeling bold, I asked, "Goin' commando there, Slugger?"

He put his hand over his crotch and said, "Jeez, Pop!"

I laughed and said, "Sorry. Don't mean to embarrass you. It's just... I
know how you feel. I go commando sometimes. Feels good, especially with
dicks as big as ours."

He glanced over at my crotch. It was the first time I had ever seen him
look at me down there. He had to have seen the huge bulge I was
sporting. Ever since that night at Ryan's house, I had chubbed every time
Dillon was near me. I gave my cock a squeeze and said, "Yeah, it's the
Pfeiffer blessing. All of us have it."

Dillon looked away from my crotch and mumbled, "More like a curse."

My cock was hardening even more. My son and I were actually talking about
our big dicks. And he wasn't acting like a scandalized teenager. Could this
be the moment I was hoping for?

I chuckled and said, "A curse? Why do you say that?"

He seemed uncomfortable for a few moments. Then he gently squeezed his
hardening shaft through the nylon shorts. He said, "Every time a sex
thought goes through my head, it... you know... reacts." He paused. "When
that happens to other guys, it's barely noticeable. But with me, it's
impossible to miss."

I said, "Well that's why guys like us should wear underwear. We need to
rein the monster in."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I should have worn some today. It's going to be
a big problem with Jill." He looked up at me and added, "You know. Being
next to her, it's going to be tough to 'rein the monster in,' as you said."
He looked away again and said, "But it happens even when I can't wear
underwear."

"What do you mean?" I wasn't sure what situation he was talking about.

He shrugged and got quiet.

I waited a few moments, then asked, "Do you mean in the locker room?"

He nodded. "Yeah. All the guys stare at me. Like they think I'm a freak or
something."

I placed my hand on his shoulder, wishing I could put it on his leg, or
even on his cock. I said, "You're at a tough age when everyone's
self-conscious about their body. I think they're probably jealous."

He said, "I don't care really. It's just that... it starts to grow when
they look at it."

Alarm bells were ringing loudly in my head. Once again, I was experiencing
an argument between the horny and the practical sides of my mind. The horny
side was saying that my son was trying to tell me that he liked the
attention of guys. When a guy looked at him, it made him hard. But the
practical side was telling me not to read too much into what he was
saying. I had had the exact same experience when I was in high school. Guys
stared at my oversized dick in the locker room. They couldn't help it. It
was so much bigger than theirs. And I also got hard when they did so. Any
time anyone looked at my dick, it got hard. I hadn't been attracted to
them... at least not back then. Had I been?

This time, my horny side won the argument. I said to Dillon, "It's OK if
you're turned on by guys looking at you."

He reacted with a look of shock and horror.

Either the horny side of my mind had been wrong, or I had gone too far too
fast. I laughed, trying to play it off as a misunderstanding. "No, I'm not
saying you're into guys. But if you are, that's perfectly OK. I'm just
saying you might be an exhibitionist. Like father, like son."

The look on Dillon's face changed from horror to curiosity. He studied my
eyes, then said, "You're what? You like showing off your dick?"

I said, "Fuck yeah." I grabbed my bulge for emphasis. "When I was your age,
I enjoyed walking around the locker room without a towel covering my
junk. And, just like you, it made me hard." I smiled and squeezed my bulge
again. "And I still do it when I am in locker rooms, like at the gym or at
work."

Dillon's eyes sparkled. "And all the dudes... they look at you?"

I nodded. "Hell yes, they do. The gay ones look at it and drool. The
straight ones look at it and feel jealous. And those that are in
between... well they probably don't know why they look at it."

Dillon was quiet as he let that sink in.

It was at that point that we reached Jill's house. My heart was racing. I
was afraid that I had gone too far, said too much. I considered driving
around the block a few times to give us more time to talk. But I really
needed to get to Ryan's house to start the filming.

Dillon just sat there with his hands in his lap. He was no longer looking
at me, and he wasn't talking.

I asked, "You OK, Slugger? Sorry if I made you uncomfortable telling you
all that."

Dillon grinned and said, "Nah, Pop. I never knew how cool you were. I
didn't know I could talk to you about this." He looked toward his
crotch. "But I can't get up yet."

I was about to ask him why, but then I realized he had a hardon. I told
him, "I'd give you the jock strap from my gym bag, but I don't think it
would fit you." I grabbed the bag anyway. "Here. Hold this in front of your
crotch until the swelling goes down."

When he reached out to take the bag, I glanced at his crotch. His teenage
cock was majorly tenting his shorts. And it had gotten that hard because of
the conversation with me. Before both sides of my mind began arguing, I
told them to shut the fuck up. I was just going to enjoy the moment. I had
made my son hard. That was enough for me.

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Ryan said, "Nick! Start filming!"

Ryan's shorts were off, and he was kneeling on the couch cushions. Clint
was standing behind him, lubing Ryan's hole.

I brought my camera into position and began recording. As I watched Clint
finger his brother, I got even harder than I had been before. My cock was
going to be inside that tight, muscular ass in a little while. Clint was
just warming it up for me. What an amazing mind fuck. The hunky high school
coach--who was the wet dream of any gay athlete--was getting his ass opened
up by his incredibly sexy brother so he could be prepared for my big
dick. These guys were awesome. Who the fuck cared that they were such bad
influences on me?

Clint's cock was deep inside Ryan's ass when Jeremy returned. Clint
continued to fuck his brother while Jeremy explained the plans. "You're not
going to believe this. Mom's church group is going to eat at the truck stop
diner. We have to meet them there in a half hour."

Clint laughed. "The diner?" He looked back at his son and said,
"Jer... don't get any ideas."

Jeremy giggled as he got onto his knees in front of me. He unzipped my
pants and pulled out my cock. He stroked it as he said to his dad, "What do
you mean? There's no way I'll be horny after this." He looked up at me and
winked.

As the boy pulled back my foreskin and swallowed my meat, I shook my
head. I knew him too well. His horniness never ended. Before he and Clint
had gotten together, Jeremy would often spend full days at the park. I
spent some of those days right alongside him. I watched that kid suck and
get fucked by dick after dick. Every now and then, he'd jack himself off
while getting fucked, or he'd feed a hungry cocksucker his teenage
load. Each time he shot a load, I was sure he was done for the day. But
after a short break outside at the picnic tables, he would be horny again
and ready for more.

As he feasted on my cock, I laughed. He absolutely would be horny again
after this. Especially at the diner where he would have access to a
bathroom with gloryholes.

I placed my hand on Jeremy's blond head and pulled him off my cock. When he
frowned at me, I said, "Go to your father and uncle. Let's finish this
video."

Clint was fucking his brother doggy style. He was thrusting hard, making
Ryan whimper each time he hit a deep spot. Jeremy walked up beside them and
placed his hand on his uncle's strong back. He ran his fingers over the
hard muscles, seeming to enjoy the raw masculinity of his handsome uncle.

Clint slowed down his thrusts and placed his hand on Jeremy's ass. Jeremy
tilted his head upward and kissed his father.

Ryan noticed the change, looked back, and saw them kissing. He looked at my
hard cock dangling free through the fly of my pants and licked his lips. He
pulled his ass off his brother's cock. He slid off the couch and came over
to me. He stroked my cock and said, "I'm so ready to try to take this. Be
patient with me."

I grabbed his ass and pushed a finger into his loosened hole. I said, "I'll
treat you right."

Ryan retrieved his camera and the two of us focused completely on Clint and
Jeremy.

Jeremy was on the couch with his knees on the cushions and his arms
supporting him over the back of the couch. His father was standing behind
him rubbing his cock up and down his crack.

Ryan and I stood on both sides and pointed the cameras at Jeremy's
beautiful bubble butt and his father's thick daddy dick.

Clint lined his cock up with Jeremy's hole and pressed forward. He stopped
when his head was inside. The muscles in his arms were flexed, making it
clear that he was forcefully holding his son's ass in place.

Jeremy looked behind him, distress on his face. He said, "Dad... oh god,
please! Please give me all of it."

Clint grinned and said, "That's my horny boy." He looked at me and said,
"What Jeremy wants, Jeremy gets." A moment later, his cock was balls deep
inside his son. He started off with slow thrusts, but quickly worked up to
fucking him as hard as he had been fucking his brother. Occasionally, he
pulled out completely and swung his cock up and down, letting the cameras
record how hard he was. Then he shoved it back in and rammed it deep inside
Jeremy's ass.

Clint continued this for several minutes, never seeming to get tired of
drilling his boy's tiny pink hole. And Jeremy, well we all know how Jeremy
is when he's getting fucked by his dad. His moans, whimpers, and squeals
told us that he was in boy heaven.

When it was nearly time for them to go, both Ryan and I decided to help
bring Clint to orgasm. I pinched his right nipple, and Ryan pinched his
left one.

Seconds later, Clint began yelling, "I'm going to cum!"

I said to Ryan, "Jeremy wants to see the expression on his dad's face."

Ryan stepped around the couch and captured the look of exquisite pleasure
on Clint's face as he held Jeremy's hips and released his load deep inside
the boy.

I dropped to my knees beneath Jeremy and was able to record Clint's pulsing
shaft as he flooded his son's ass with his daddy jizz.

Jeremy slid off the couch, getting to his feet. Keeping his father's cock
inside his ass, he jacked his long, teenage dick. I grabbed the boy's
low-hanging balls and tugged on them. I was rewarded with a deluge of cum
that first flew out onto the couch, then flowed down his shaft and onto my
hand.

I got a close-up shot of Jeremy's cock head, recording the flow of teenage
jizz. Then I moved to the back and caught the moment that Clint withdrew
his cock. As soon as his head pulled free, drops of his cum began leaking
out. I didn't stop filming until Jeremy's hole sealed up tight, holding the
rest of his dad's cum deep inside him.

There was a flurry of activity at that point. The father and son couple
realized that they were going to be late to their lunch date with Beth and
her church group. They got dressed quickly and ran out the door a few
minutes later. I told them I would send them the videos as soon as I had a
chance to edit them. Originally, I had planned on doing that right
afterward. But that had been before Ryan and I made our plans to fool
around after they left.

As soon as Clint and Jeremy were out the door, Ryan came up behind me and
asked, "You ready to see how much of your dick I can take?" He stepped in
front of me and squeezed my crotch. "When I was Jeremy's age, I was pretty
good at getting fucked. But that was a long time ago. I'm out of practice."

I wasn't sure what Ryan's story was. I had figured out bits and pieces. He
had an ex-wife. He had at least one son who looked like Chris. He was a
coach at a high school. And he enjoyed cruising the park bathroom almost as
much as Jeremy and I did.

I ran my hand down his muscular back until it reached his thick ass. I
rubbed it and asked, "Out of practice? How'd that happen?"

We walked to his room--the same room in which we had shared Jeremy's ass a
few nights before--as he told me his story. He described how he had spent
his teenage years fooling around with men through gloryholes. He had given
up sex with men during the 10 years he was married. Then as soon as they
started the divorce process, he had returned to the glory holes and had
resumed sucking cock. At no point did he mention having sex with any of his
students though.

With one hand on his ass and the other on his chubbing cock, I said, "I
wish I had known you when you were giving up your ass in the men's rooms as
a teenager."

Ryan squeezed my cock and said, "Me, too." He turned around and pressed his
butt against my meat and added, "So you really like teenagers a lot, don't
ya?"

I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight against my cock. "Yeah, I do." I
wrapped a hand around his chest and pulled his upper body tight against
mine. "You do too, don't ya? All those teenage athletes you coach. You must
enjoy watching them in the locker room. Those smooth butts, those growing
dicks, and those young balls all full of cum. How many of them have you
fucked through the years?"

Ryan shook his head and said, "None." He paused. "None at all."

I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered, "It's just you and me. Tell me
the truth, buddy. I'll keep your secret."

Ryan shook his head. "I'm being completely honest. I've never touched any
of them. Ever."

I said, "But you've fucked teenagers. Like Jeremy, and his buddy... what's
his name... Harry? Harvey?"

Ryan chuckled. "Hector. And yes, he was my student. But I never touched him
until a few weeks ago, after he graduated. As for Jeremy, well, Jeremy was
never a student of mine."

Still holding him tight against my body, and still whispering in his ear, I
said, "But you've thought about it, haven't you? You've fantasized about
fucking some of your students. I know you have. You're just like me."

Ryan squirmed in my arms, but I held him tight. He said, "No, not until
this summer. Now with Hector, Jeremy, the pizza boy Clint and I shared at
the cabin... It's all changing for me." He relaxed in my arms again and
whispered. "But I'm not going to act on these feelings. I will not cross
that line with any of my students."

I wasn't so sure about that. But I respected him for wanting to try.

I released my hold on him and retrieved my phone. I brought up a school
picture of Dillon and showed it to him. "If that kid was one of your
students, would you fuck him?"

Ryan studied the picture. He said, "He's handsome as hell! Is that one of
those charity kids I've heard about?"

I said, "No." I pulled up the picture I had taken that morning--the one of
Dillon standing next to the window, with the sun shining through his
shorts, showing off his big, teenage dick. I said, "Tell me, would you fuck
him if he was your student?"

Ryan's jaw dropped. He mumbled, "Jesus! Look at that." Then he said more
clearly, "Have you fucked him? What's he like in bed?"

I said, "I have no idea. I have never fooled around with him." I grabbed
Ryan's muscular ass again and pushed a finger inside his crack.

Still looking at the pic, Ryan asked, "Why haven't you?"

I pushed my finger inside his hole. "He's my son."

Ryan's hole tightened like a vise. He said, "Oh shit! Sorry man! I had no
idea he was your son." He took a breath and said, "Wait a minute. You mean
all that roleplaying the other night was real? When we were fucking Jeremy,
you really were imagining your son? The kid in those pictures?"

I wiggled my finger inside him, trying to loosen him back up. "You see why,
right? I mean, look at him. He'd be a temptation for any man, wouldn't he?"

Ryan studied my eyes for a few moments. His hole relaxed again. He said,
"Hell yeah. He's the kind of teenager that makes grown men weak."

I wanted him to start talking about my son. I wanted to share my fantasy
about Dillon with him. All the events of the past several days were
building in my mind. Everything from with the roleplaying session with
Jeremy, Clint and Ryan, to the interactions I had had with my son earlier
that morning. My desire to fuck my son was at a boiling point. I felt like
I was in a pressure cooker. The lid was going to blow off at any moment. It
was getting harder and harder not to touch my son. I wondered if sharing
this fantasy with someone like Ryan would help me.

As if reading my thoughts, Ryan said, "I think the more important question
is: Would you fuck him?"

I groaned loudly and said, "In a heartbeat."

Ryan grabbed my cock and said, "Do you think he's interested? The way he is
posing for you in that picture, he seems to be saying, 'Come and get me,
Dad.' Don't you think?"

I didn't answer. I knew he was wrong. But I wanted him to be right.

Ryan turned around and dropped to his knees. Holding my semi-hard cock in
one hand and my balls in the other, he said, "It looks like he's going to
be as hung as his dad, too. Maybe he's more interested in being the one
doing the fucking." He pulled my foreskin forward and rolled his tongue
around inside it. "I'd let him fuck me."

I stared down at him, contemplating a twist in my usual roleplaying. I
smiled at the horny, muscular man and said, "You want to suck my
dick. Don't you, Coach Malone?"

He smiled back at me and said, "Yeah... um..." He whispered, "What's your
son's name?"

I whispered back, "Dillon."

Ryan said, "Yeah, Dillon. I want to suck it bad. Feed it to me."

I felt chills run down my spine. I was about to roleplay my son. I had
never done that before. It was exciting.

I pulled my foreskin back and pressed my shiny cock head against his
lips. I asked, "You sure no one's gonna come in and catch us? If my dad
finds out I let you suck my dick, he'll kill ya."

Ryan licked the pre-cum from my cock head and said, "Don't worry about your
dad. I can handle him."

I placed my hand on his head and pushed my dick past his lips. When I felt
his tongue rub against the underside, I moaned and said, "Yeah, Coach. I
think what they say might be true. Dudes suck dick better than chicks."

Ryan took a few inches of my... How does Clint describe it? "porn-sized"?
Yeah, that's it. Ryan took a few inches of my porn-sized dick into his
mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head as he swirled his tongue around
it. After a few good sucks, he pulled off and said, "Better than your
girlfriend, right?"

I nodded my head. "A lot better than Jill."

He swallowed my cock again, nearly taking it down his throat. He might have
been out of practice with getting fucked in the ass, but he still knew how
to suck a big dick.

I said, "Oh fuck, Coach. No one has ever... oh fuck... that feels so good."
I imagined that my son would cum quickly. I remembered what it was like to
be a horny teenager with little experience. I said, "Oh fuck... I'm getting
close. Oh fuck..."

Ryan released my one-eyed snake from his mouth and looked up at me. "You
must be real horny, kid." He rolled my balls around in his hand. "I'll bet
these young balls are cooking up quite a load." He let go of my engorged
cock, letting it hang freely near his face. "But I have plans for your cum,
and they don't involve my mouth."

I stroked my meat as Ryan stood up and stripped off his remaining
clothing. I whistled as I checked out his lightly hairy body. He had big
round pecs, six-pack abs, thick biceps, beefy legs, and a muscular bubble
butt. He was all man. Maybe he kept himself from fantasizing about his
students, but I had no doubt his students fantasized about him. He was so
hot that maybe even some of the straight ones fantasized about him.

I said, "Jesus Christ, Coach. You make me want to work out more."

He chuckled and ran a hand over his tight abs. He said, "Get naked. Let me
see that body of yours."

Here's where roleplay becomes tricky. The only thing my son and I had in
common was our big dicks. I was a big, hairy guy with tattoos and a slight
belly. My son was lean, with a smooth torso and lightly furry legs. He was
also tattoo-free. And then there was our age difference. I was 38 and he
was 16. Yeah, it was going to be hard for Ryan to say I looked like my boy.

Ryan watched me strip the rest of my clothes off. He said, "Holy shit!
You're beautiful. And look at the fur on your legs. I'll bet you're going
to be as hairy as your dad when you grow up."

I rubbed my hand across my chest and down my belly. I said, "You think so?
I want to look like him." Then, with a devilish grin, I asked, "Wait? How
do you know what my dad looks like under his clothes?"

Ryan ignored the question. He patted the bed and said, "Get on up here,
kid. I'm gonna do things to you that your girlfriend would never consider
doing."

Imagining what Dillon's reaction to that would be, I smiled from ear to
hear and excitedly jumped onto the bed. I sat against his pillows with my
big daddy... no... my big teenage meat standing at full attention. I
stroked it as I asked in my most innocent voice, "What are you going to do,
Coach?"

"Have you ever had your ass eaten?" Ryan asked as he lay down in front of
me and started lifting my legs.

I pushed back and said, "Hell no. No way. You're not going to do anything
to my ass."

Ryan chuckled and said, "Like father, like son." He winked at me. "Don't
worry kid. I'm not going to try to fuck you. I'm just going to use my
tongue. You're gonna love it."

I (Nick) loved getting rimmed, so I was looking forward to it. But I
assumed my son would be unsure about it. But Ryan was my (Dillon's) coach
in this fantasy. I trusted him. And he had assured me he wouldn't try to
fuck me. So maybe I could let him do it. I relaxed my legs and let him lift
them, exposing my hairy asshole. As he moved into position, I asked,
"Hey. What do you mean 'like father, like son?' You've never... My father
hasn't...?"

Ryan shook his head as he pushed my legs further back. "Relax Dillon. I'm
just saying that I know you're as straight as your father. I'm sure he
might let someone rim him, but he wouldn't let them fuck him."

I nodded, acting like I (Dillon) accepted his explanation. Though I (Nick)
knew what he meant by "as straight as your father." God! If only he was
right about that!

His tongue made contact with my ass, making me moan loudly. "Oh Coach. Oh
my fucking God. How are you... doing... that?" I continued to moan while
Clint's brother ate my ass with as much skill as he had sucked my dick. My
son would have been lucky to have Ryan eating his ass. I jacked my cock as
the high school coach feasted on my hole.

After thoroughly rimming me, Ryan looked up and said, "If you ever change
your mind about getting fucked, I know the man who would love to be the
first to get his dick inside your jock ass."

I chuckled. He was talking about me (Nick). And he was so right. But I
(Dillon) scrunched my nose and shook my head. "No fucking way. I'm not
letting any guy put his dick in there." I shook my ass a little and added,
"But you can put your tongue back in there if you want."

Ryan grinned and said, "I knew you'd like it." He licked my hairy hole and
said, "If your girlfriend refuses to do it, you can come back to me for
more any time."

I closed my eyes and imagined my son asking Jill to eat his hole and then
running to his coach after she refused in disgust. Maybe my son would learn
that men were much more adventurous in bed. And maybe he'd want to get
adventurous with me!

Ryan ate my hole for a few minutes more, then he slid up, licking my balls
and sucking my cock along the way. He licked my hairy belly until he
reached my chest. He stopped when he reached my nipples. He licked and
nibbled on them as he moved his lower body into place. When he was done, he
was squatting over me, with his knees on both sides of my torso and his ass
hovering over my groin.

I looked up at him, hoping I was conveying youthful anticipation. Hell! It
didn't take much to do that. I was feeling adult anticipation too. I had
had sex with this horny, masculine man several times. But I was finally
alone in a bed with him and I was about to fuck his sweet, muscular ass. I
could have been perfectly happy to quit roleplaying and to just be a man
fucking a man.

But Ryan was still in a roleplay mood.

He asked, "Have you ever fucked your girlfriend's pussy, Dillon?"

I was pretty sure that my son had at least tried to fuck her. I
nodded. "Yeah."

Ryan applied lube to my hard cock. "What about her ass? She ever let you
fuck it?"

I shook my head. "No, sir. We have never thought about it."

Ryan applied lube to his tight hole and said, "I think you're gonna like
it. Just think of it as my tight man pussy." He lowered his ass until my
cock head was touching his entrance. "It's tighter, and it takes a lot more
work to get inside it. But once you're in there, you're gonna be hooked on
it."

Ryan whispered to me, "I mean it. It's going to take a lot of work."

I placed my hands on Ryan's hard pecs and whispered back, "Take your time,
buddy. No hurry." I knew my cock was bigger than most. I hadn't met anyone
who could take it all. I just enjoyed when guys tried. Feeling their holes
open up, and their inner walls wrap themselves around my shaft, fuck! Even
if they only took a few inches, it still drove me wild.

And that's what Ryan did. He sat on my cock, slowly taking every inch he
could. There were a lot of starts and stops. Several times, he jumped off
because his hole was spasming. But in the end, the muscular high school
coach took a little more than half of it inside his tight, silky hole.

As he fucked himself on my massive meat, I watched his body movement and
facial expressions. It looked like he was experiencing equal amounts of
pain and pleasure. But each time he closed his eyes and smiled, I knew he
was enjoying it.

Meanwhile, I stayed rock hard. Even though I usually sought out horny,
teenage boys, I enjoyed fucking big, masculine men like Ryan. I enjoyed
skewering their tight holes as their muscles rippled all over their
bodies. Ryan was an exceptional case. He was hot, masculine and
handsome. On top of that, he was a father, a coach, and he had sex with his
brother and his nephew. So many fantasies in one guy.

Ryan opened his eyes and looked down at me. He leaned down, maintaining his
ass's grip on my cock, and said in my ear, "What do you think, Dillon? You
like fucking my man pussy?"

I could feel Ryan's beard against my skin and his hard pecs against my
chest. It was an intense mind fuck to hear a muscular stud like him
referring to his hole as a man pussy. I wondered what my son would be
thinking at that moment. Would it make it easier for him to fuck his coach
if he thought of his hole as a man pussy? Would Ryan's masculinity be a
turn on for him? I knew everything he said and did was turning me on.

Before I could come up with a response, Ryan said, "Holy shit! You Pfeiffer
men are so fucking big!"

The mere suggestion that my son might learn about my love of men through
someone else scared the shit out of me. But with my cock buried inside
Ryan's ass, I realized how much the idea also turned me on. How hot would
it be if Dillon's coach seduced him? And then, with my son's huge dick
sliding in and out of his hole, the coach revealed that I had fucked him
too. I imagined the thoughts that would go through my son's head as he
realized his cock was fucking the same ass that I had fucked. It would
either disgust him or turn him on as much as it turned me on.

I grabbed Ryan's waist and turned him around until he was on his back. With
his legs over my shoulders, I took over the fucking. I said to him, "Jesus
Christ, Coach. My dad has fucked you too?"

Ryan nodded.

I pumped harder, faster. "That's so fucking hot. My dad gets into this
shit? He likes fucking guys?"

Ryan nodded and smiled. "I told you I knew someone who wanted to fuck you."

I opened my eyes wide, feigning shock. "What? My father wants to fuck me?
But I..." I felt my balls pull up against my body. I was close. "I'm
not..." A couple more thrusts. "Oh God! I want him to fuck me!" As I said
those words, my cock erupted. I filled Ryan's ass with my cum, imagining
the entire time that I was Dillon and I was filling my coach's hole with my
potent teenage seed. It was an intense orgasm, one I enjoyed even long
after my balls were empty.

I collapsed on top of Ryan and, after taking a few moments to catch my
breath, I said, "Thanks. That was fun."

Ryan pushed me onto my back, squatted over me, and jacked his thick
cock. He said, "I know what it feels like to want to fool around with
somebody, but you are too afraid to say anything."

I said, "Clint?"

Ryan nodded. "Ever since I was a teenager, I wanted him to fuck me. But I
was too afraid to tell him. It's only because of Jeremy that it finally
happened."

I pinched his nipples with one hand and fondled his balls with the other. I
said, "You're lucky. I wish I had someone like Jeremy who could make things
happen with my son. All I want is one night with my boy. Just one night."

Ryan grasped my cock and sat down on it. It was still hard, so it was easy
for him to do. He fucked himself up and down while he continued to jack his
thick dick. A couple minutes later, he covered my hairy chest with his
thick jism.

I pulled him forward, freeing my cock from the tight confines of his
muscular ass, and sucked his thick cock into my mouth. I was hoping to eat
some of his cum, but I only got a few droplets. I sighed and said, "Well,
fuck! I was thirsty for cum."

Ryan scooped up some of the jizz that was on my chest and fed it to me
until my cum hunger was satisfied. He rolled onto his side and lay next to
me. He snuggled against my hairy chest as I wrapped an arm around him. He
grasped my cock and squeezed it. He said, "Jesus, it's even big when it's
soft. I can't believe I got this inside of me." He found a drop of cum in
my piss slit and fed it to himself. Returning his hand to my shaft, he
said, "I don't think I was able to take as much as Jer did the other
night."

I grinned and said, "No, but that boy has more practice taking it."

We were silent for the next few minutes as Ryan fondled my softening
cock. We drifted off to sleep.

A short while later, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. It was a
text from Dillon asking if I was done with my charity thing. He needed me
to pick him up from Jill's house much earlier than usual.

Ryan was still asleep. So, I took a quick shower and left him a note
explaining why I left. As I drove to pick up Dillon, I told myself that the
roleplaying session I had had with Ryan was going to be enough to satisfy
my lust for my son for a little while. But as Dillon slid into the car, I
knew I was wrong. I couldn't keep my eyes off his curved, athletic ass as
he sat down. Once he was seated, he grabbed his oversized bulge and
adjusted it. I felt my cock stiffen as I watched him handle his teenage
cock and balls.

He twisted his body to put my gym bag in the back seat. I stared lustfully
at his chest and armpits.

Dillon said, "Thanks for lending this to me, Pop. It helped a lot."

The horny side of my mind told me he wanted to talk about our dicks
again. The practical side of my mind told me he was just expressing his
genuine thanks for giving him something to cover up his earlier hardon.

I took a deep breath and said, "No problem. I got your back."

Dillon settled into his seat and placed his hands in his lap. After about a
minute of silence, he said, "I had to keep the bag over my crotch almost
the entire time. It never went down."

My heart was beating fast. Was the horny side of my mind right? Did my son
want to talk about our dicks again? Were his hands in his lap because he
was still hard? I asked, "Is that why you needed me to pick you up early?"

Keeping his hands in his lap, he said, "Yeah. Jill's mom noticed it. She
told me I had to leave." He looked out the window. "I'm so embarrassed."

I took a very long, deep breath. I chose my next words carefully, trying to
sound supportive, and yet giving the slightest hint that if he wanted me to
help out, I would do so. I said, "I'm sorry, Son. Sometimes our bodies just
don't cooperate. If you need to take care of... the problem... I know a
place we can go for some privacy."

Dillon's phone buzzed. He retrieved it and started texting. In between
texts, he said, "What?" After a pause, he said, "Jeez, Pop! It's no big
deal. I just need to wear underwear the next time I go to her house."

For the rest of the ride home, we were quiet. Dillon continued to text with
his friends, and I got lost in my thoughts.

Had I really almost crossed the line with my son? Had I really almost
allowed my lust for him to cloud my judgment? Jesus fucking Christ! I
needed to get my urges under control. And maybe I needed to tell the Malone
brothers to stop encouraging me. Dillon and I were never going to fool
around like Clint and Jeremy. It was time I stopped thinking about it.

When we arrived at the house, Dillon stepped out and began heading toward
the front door. Despite my decision to stop thinking about sex with him, my
cock hardened at the sight of his athletic ass. I still wanted to fuck his
sweet hole.

I called out to my son, "Dillon!"

He turned to me and said, "Huh?"

"Tell Mom I will be back in a while. I have to go to the hardware store to
pick some things up."

I headed to the park to see if there were any horny teenagers looking for a
big piece of daddy meat.

End of Chapter 39.