Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2022 12:22:18 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Son the Porn Star 3

My Son, the Porn Star
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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MY SON, THE PORN STAR
My Son, the Porn Star
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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MY SON, THE PORN STAR
Part Three

I parted the ass cheeks and examined my prize. Round, meaty cakes, baby
smooth, with a winking, almost gaping, hole. I spit on it, maybe not with
precision aim, but a wad of my saliva landed on that alluring pucker, which
almost sucked it in.

"Fuck," I growled, shaking Muscle Pup Mike's cheeks.

The short muscle dude looked back over his shoulder. "You're getting real
good at that Mr. C," Mike said, his voice getting real turned on. "You've
been going at it a while."

I looked at the hotel clock. Fuck. I had lost track of time. I'd caught an
earlier flight to Chicago that day, standby, so I'd have a chance to
squeeze in a fuck with Mike, but I'd already run out the clock.

"It's gonna be a quick one today," I warned as I fisted the lube over my
cock and crawled up on top of Mike's compact frame. I had a good several
inches on him, and despite his gym body I had more bulk, too. It was an
awesome feeling to cover him completely as I wedged my angry-hard prick
between those prize buns.

"Oof, fuck..." Mike hissed as I breached him quickly. Then, "Dick me,
Daddy."

"Damn, son," I growled and wrapped my my arm around his neck. Not a rough
move or a wrestler hold, but a firm leverage to hold our upper bodies
steady as I thrust into him virorously. "God your ass is addictive."

Mike's voice was urgent and had a sexy frat-bro resonance. "Pound it off in
me, Daddy.... get that fuck you need."

Need. A simple but profound word. Mike was right. I needed this. It seems
the more I indulged my attraction to men, the deeper that lust was.

The hotel mattress bounced as about 400 pounds united in this mating
ritual. I tried to develop as a lover with Mike, but this was about my
nut. I humped faster and harder and entered a hard orgasm. Whimpering in a
tenor cry and feeling my whole body shake.

"Fuck yes, Daddy. Breed my hole," Mike said excitedly. It took me a few
months of our affair to realize MusclePupXXX wasn't just building up his
top's lust. He really craved that psychological rush of a man cumming
inside him.

I rolled off him and gave a gentle pat to that crazy hot ass and kissed his
forehead.

"You need me to get you off?" I asked. Sometimes Mike wanted me to,
sometimes not.

He shook his head, a smile beaming on his cute face. "Nah, Mr. Connors. I
have a shoot later... gonna save it for that."

I shook my head at his open eagerness and at the realization that I was in
fact fucking a porn star. Regularly.

"All right," I said. Giving his rump a harder, playful smack. "That was
awesome, man." I leaned in for a soft kiss. "I gotta head off," I finally
said. "You can hang out here if you want."

Mike turned on his back. Waxed-smooth muscle bunched and flexed as he
leaned back, those thick arms behind his head, that himbo vibe
strong. "Maybe I will Mr. C. Kind of makes me feel like a whore," he joked.

I laughed as I stepped off the bed, feeling Mike's eyes on my softening
dong. The dude made me feel like a porn star in my own right. Like I said,
it was addictive.

I gave him a wink and went to take a quick shower. I came back and got
dressed for my business meeting, as Mike lay in bed, unabashedly naked,
reading his phone and messaging off and on.

As I slipped on my watch, my fuck buddy looked up. "You meeting up with
Travis while you're in town?" he asked, referring to my son.

I shook my head. "I'll be too busy with work stuff," I lied.

I've been trying to cool it with Travis, actually. Not going cold turkey or
anything, but pulling back a little from our incestuous affair. At first, I
made sure every other time was just a regular, platonic father-son dinner
when I came to Chicago. And increasingly, I started doing more day trips as
an excuse. And there were times like this that I didn't tell him I was
coming.

"You won't tell him you saw me, will you?" I asked Mike.

It was like he was putting two and two together, and I regretted it. But
there was no way he could know for sure that Travis and I had a thing
between us.

"Don't worry, Mr. C," he said with a grin.

I made sure I had everything and leaned down for a final kiss. "Thanks
again, Mike. You spoil me, man."

"I know, Mr. C.," he laughed.

"Hope your shoot goes well," I said.

"Won't be as hot as the fuck you just threw me, but I'm looking forward to
it."

"Jesus," I growled. I never knew if Mike was on the level when he said
stuff like that. Probably not. "All right, later..."

***

I told myself I was being a good boy each time I begged off meeting Travis.

It was a weird fucked up logic. I was stepping out on my wife and banging a
porn star. But it was a different porn star, not my porn star son.

Travis rolled with the punches. I mean, it wasn't like he wasn't getting
plenty of sex. I still watched his OnlyFans videos, rewatching them
practically daily while waiting for the next one to drop. Travis was
topping more again, almost exclusively, in fact. Maybe that was something
that I couldn't give him. Maybe it was something his kinda boyfriend Steve
couldn't give him either, but I didn't know for sure and didn't ask.

I tried to cool it with Mike, too, even if that was less successful. The
very fact I had an open invitation to hook up whenever I was in town
excited me. No expectations, no strings. Just full service.

But summer came and work travel died down. I took the opportunity to really
get serious in the gym. Trav had set me up with one of his trainer
buddies. Hot guy, total bro, total taskmaster. It took me a few months to
get into a groove, but by July I was seeing real progress. I wasn't gonna
have a porn body, or anything close. But I had a solid base of a build to
work with and was impressed with the gains, as I lost some extra padding
and improved my bulk and muscle tone. Kate kidded me for becoming a gym
bunny, but it helped in the marital bedroom.

I didn't normally think of myself as a superficial guy, but the more I
worked out, the better I felt about myself. I liked seeing the attention I
got from women and even men. I watched Travis or Mike in action in their
videos, and I started to visualize becoming more like them or the guys they
had sex with. In its own messed up way, it focused my goals. Hard work and
my trainer bro barking at me did the rest.

Come September I was back in Chicago for work. I missed my son, and this
time I came an evening early to spend time with him. I thought it was going
to be a regular father-son night, catching the White Sox-Royals game. And
it was. Only as we sat in our seats, knees gently touching, yet just
chatting and watching the game, I felt this chemistry and that naughty
thrill again.

Trav sensed it too, and he was in the mood to encourage me. "So, Dad," he
said, leaning into whisper. "You been watching my videos?"

I didn't want to get a boner in a public place like this. But I
nodded. "Every one."

That made my son grin. "You're a connoisseur, I know," he said. "Which
one's the best?"

I thought for a half second. But I knew which one I'd been stroking to the
most. "The one where you tag-teamed that Atlanta couple." As much as our
sex had been about me topping Travis, or swapping blow jobs, visually I
think I preferred to watch him fucking. There was something so beautiful
about his body in rut, and his expert technique.

"Cool," my son said, leaning back and spreading his legs some, puffing out
his chest. He was proud of his porn work. I couldn't blame him. I sighed as
I looked him over. Somehow his body had gotten better, a little bulkier but
not in an overdone way. It all looked great on Trav.

My hardon managed to go down through the next inning. Until Travis brought
it up again. "Dad," he whispered. "You think you'd ever be up for a
threesome with Mike?"

I got that deer in the headlight look, I know. "He know about us?" I asked
nervously.

Travis nodded. "I didn't tell him, but yeah he knows."

I gulped.

"Don't worry," my son said calmly. "He's not gonna blab. He thinks it's
hot."

I felt the inevitable coming. I was gonna have sex with my son again that
evening. Right after the game, if we made it to the last inning, even. I
felt that thrill of transgression coming on. Leaning over I put my lips
close to Travis's ear. "It is hot, son."

Those dimples flashed as Travis smiled. "It's been a little while, Dad."

"It has," I grinned leaning back. Feeling freer to talk in coded
language. "You up for breaking the dry spell?"

Travis let out a sigh, and I knew he was getting worked up too. The fact I
could make my hot-as-fuck hunk of a son feel like that was a crazy ego
boost. I was throwing hard in my shorts again. "You didn't answer my
question," he reminded me. "About Mike."

"I don't know Trav," I objected. I mean, my dick knew, but my brain was
trying to be the voice of caution.

"Come on, Dad, it'll fun."

I dont know what spell Travis had on me. There was an easy charm that was
persuasive as hell. I felt my inner selves battle for a second, then I
nodded. "OK."

"Hot damn," Trav said and pulled out his phone to text Mike.

"Tonight?" I asked in surprise.

He laughed. "We'll see... but why not?"

A part of me wanted one-on-one time with my son. It had been four months
since we'd had sex and a silly part of me wanted this to be special. But
Travis's approach was better. Keep that connection carnal. He wasn't
looking for a boyfriend, just an incestuous fling. With his friend and
fellow porn star there, too.

We did cut out of the game at the bottom of the eighth. The Royals were
losing badly anyway. We took an Uber to my downtown hotel. I was starting
to get nervous butterflies in my stomach. Half from the sexual
anticipation, half from the idea that someone else knew Travis's and my
secret.

Trav seemed to read my mind and he patted my leg, softly caressing my leg
hair on the ride. "It'll be great, Dad. Promise."

I nodded, telling myself to follow my son's lead in this. I was crazy
attracted to Travis and had only gotten more so over the last year.

Mike was already there in the hotel lobby, waiting for us.

"Good to see you, Mr. Connors," he greeted.

"Thanks for coming, Mike," I said. Weirdly formal with him. But I wasn't
used to Travis being there too. What the hell, I thought. "Wanna come on
up?"

I think Mike was surprised by the turn of events but his eyes thrilled by
it. "Hell yeah, guys."

It was the longest elevator ride I'd ever had. Lots of eye contact between
us, and a silent knowledge of what was going to come.

The minute we got to the hotel room, Mike peeled off his T-shirt, showing
off that gym muscle. "Talk about a fucking bucket list night," he enthused.

Travis and I were removing our shoes, a step behind Mike in stripping down.

I was shirtless but still in my shorts when Mike spoke up again. "You guys
ever kiss?" he asked.

Travis looked at me with a big smile. Those fucking dimples drawing me
in. I met my son and my body shivered as his hands touched my waist. We
kissed, softly, with tongue and all, putting on a show for Mike.

"I could cum watching that," he said.

I was getting into this now. The connection with Trav felt amplified by
Mike's presence, actually. I turned to our third and asked. "Is this gonna
be a show, or a threesome?"

Mike stepped up, reaching up to put one hand on my back and one on
Travis's. "Whatever you want it to be, Mr. C," he practically purred as our
faces connected. I always had to lean down to kiss Mike, but I loved the
height difference.

And then like Travis was doing the same, kissing Mike in front of
me. Making out more excitedly. Then it was me and Trav kissing again.

Mike crouched down and started undoing my shorts. I moaned into my son's
mouth, which made Travis back off to look down at his friend fishing out my
cock. I was hard and getting firmer with Mike's touch.

"Love your dick, Mr. C," Mike growled and then took me into his mouth.

"God, that's hot," Travis hissed as he watched Mike start to blow me. I
wondered what was in this for Travis, but he seemed to love to see his
father in action. Seeing my sexual side. I started thrusting my hips gently
into Mike's wet mouth, challenging the hunk some, but not going full-on
face fuck or anything.

"Fuuck!" my son exclaimed. His eyes turned up my body, taking in my chest
and shoulder muscle seconds before his own hands started caressing me. "You
should definitely do a video, Dad," Travis said, his own persuasive charm
and my own sex-addled brain temporarily making me think about that
possibility. "Show off that stud DILF body you're rocking." It was then
that I realized Travis was into my new, fitter body.

We kissed again, and I felt a bump in the sexual thrill. The incest
connection between me and Trav, the feel of Mike's mouth and throat working
over my thick cock, the naughtiness of letting my son see me have sex with
another guy.

That lasted a minute, but then Travis ramped up the excitement when he
pulled back with a naughty grin and crouched down in front of me, next to
Mike. There they were, the two men in my life - it was so fucking weird to
even put it that way - as they kissed then swapped turns sucking me. Mike
holding the base of my cock to pass it to Travis. My son would do some
porn-worthy deep throat bobs, working all the way to my base as Mike
watched excitedly and egged my son on. Then Travis would pull off and let
Mike take his turn. They did this a couple of rounds, then started orally
servicing me at the same time, each taking one of my prick as their lips
traveled up and down my length.

I didn't intend to blast off so quickly, but the very sight of them had me
cumming almost instantaneously. My sperm painted their cheeks and temples
before they scooted up and double-kiss my spurting cockhead.

"Jesus, fuck," I grunted, surprised how turned on I was and how deep my
orgasm was. When I was spent, Travis and Mike began licking my jism off
each other's face, then kissing deeply, openly in front of me.

"Let's fuck, man," Travis hissed. Mike nodded and the two got up and walked
over to the bed, the guys finally getting his shorts off in the process.

"Dad, get the lube," my son growled, clearly feeling some of that
out-of-control excitement I was.

"Yep," I replied, eager to see these boys in rut. They were making out on
the bed, Travis on top of Mike's nude muscle pup body, as I tossed them the
lube and got on the bed next to them.

I'd learn pretty soon that not all men were as easy to penetrate anally as
Mike and Travis were. They were pros, with lots of bottoming experience and
more than a novice's eagerness to take dick. For now, I just watched in
admiration as Travis slathered himself with lubricant and scooted to enter
his friend.

"Fuck, man, get in there," Mike grunted, that frat-boy-like voice ensuring
my dick wasn't going down soon. I watched my son get in the saddle while
Mike looked over at me with a grin. "Fuck me while your dad watches."

Trav now looked at me to. "Come kiss me, Dad," he urged his voice cracking
now. "Kiss me while I fuck your boyfriend."

I almost objected that Mike wasn't my boyfriend, but the vibe was clearly
sexual as Mike reached over to grab my cock and Travis ran his hand along
my back. I leaned into kiss my son and felt his body start moving. In and
out of Mike. This was my first threesome, and it was surpassing any dreams
about how hot one would be.

"Let him have the full ride, Dad," Travis grunted as our lips now hovered
inches apart. I didn't know what he meant at first, but his hand was on my
ass now, pushing me forward. I got the picture. As Travis started his
signature pounding move, I knelt in front of Mike's cute face. His
expression was one of pure excitement. He looked at my dong wide eyed, then
craned his neck to take me into this mouth once more.

Travis's eyes were on that connection between my cock and Mike's sucking
mouth. "He's getting father and son at the same time," he said, clearly
into articulating the tabooness of the situation. "God, Dad, you're a
stud," he grunted, clearly losing control of his sexual composure. As hot
as it was to watch MusclePupXXX take care of my dick, it was even hotter to
watch my son in orgasm. I'd seen all of his videos, which by now numbered
about 3 dozen, and we'd fooled around about a dozen times. But this was the
best of both. Being with Travis and watching him, like I was watching a sex
show in front of me.

There was the telltale whimper-growl, and the muscle flexing I'd seen times
before. Travis was coming, big time. As he nutted, Mike grunted hungrily
around my cock.

Trav was a little sweaty and had a kid-like smile of pride as he finally
dismounted. "Your turn, Dad," he said, matter of factly, scooting back to
let me in the saddle.

I got in place, but not before taking a second to feel Travis's cum-slick
dick, a match of my own. We kissed again, and part of me wanted to fuck my
son instead. But he'd just nutted and Trav was right: we were giving Mike
the full ride.

"All fours, buddy," I urged, taking the initiative to grab Mike's waist and
help him flip over, then pull his compact body toward my hips.

"Yeah, manhandle me, Mr. Connors," Mike exclaimed, just seconds before I
breached his hole. That ass practically sucked me in and it was a series of
wonderfully familiar sensations on my cock. Only I felt my son's cum inside
Mike, too, and that fricking drove me wild. I didn't work up my pace like
Travis. I guess I figure my son had primed that pump already. I just went
at it, thrusting rigorously and quickly in and out of Mike's hot muscle
ass.

"Fuck yeah, Daddy!" Mike bellowed, getting into a power bottom zone that
had surpassed what I'd seen from him before.

I was so engrossed with fucking him that it took me a minute or two to
notice Travis in my peripheral vision. He was standing beside the bed, his
naked body looking amazing and toned and sweaty as he held up his phone and
took a video of me and Mike.

My first reaction was to object, but the words didn't come out my mouth. I
was too excited, imagining being a porn star in my own right, next to these
hot studs. Besides Travis wouldn't do anything crazy like post this. I
hoped.

For now, I fed off the idea of being on camera and channeled my energy into
a full athletic fuck of Mike. He was now bouncing back his ass to each of
my thrusts and I could feel Travis's cum ooze out and run down between his
legs, wetting down my pounding balls in the process.

That did it. I gave a couple of really hard, deep shoves. Maybe too
hard. But Mike was gonna know he got bred good.

As I came down I leaned forward and rested my torso on Mike's sweaty
muscular back, softly kissing his neck. Travis had set down the phone and
was joining us to initiate a threeway kiss.

***

After it was over, things were low-key awkward.

"Don't worry, Mr. C, you guys' secret is safe with me," Mike assured me as
he got dressed again. Travis had stepped into the shower so it was just me
and Mike.

"Thanks," I said. "This is so crazy," I added.

Mike smiled. "Sure is. That's what makes it hot," he grinned. Then stepping
up to me, he reached down playfully and grabbed my soft prick. "Travis is
right. If you ever wanna do a video, it would be crazy hot."

I pulled the hunk into a soft kiss. I knew we weren't boyfriends. I was
already married for christ sake. But kissing Mike always felt good and
right, particularly when he went soft at it like now.

My dick was spent or otherwise it would have plumped up again in Mike's
hand. I enjoyed the soft caress of his fingers on me, though.

"You really have an awesome cock, Mr. C," he added.

"God, Mike," I grunted. Flattered and thrilled, but maybe a little freaked
out I'd just been videoed fucking this hunk.

Travis stepped out, proud and relaxed of his nakedness.

Mike let go. "All right, I'll leave you guys alone. Thanks for making this
happen," he said to Travis.

"Yeah, it was hot as fuck," my son said. No kiss this time, but just a fist
bump before Mike got his phone and got ready to leave. He paused at the
door and took one more look at us. Father and son, still naked. "Damn," he
said, unbelieving the experience he just had. Then he turned to walk out.

Travis plopped on the hotel bed. "OK if I sleep here, Dad?" he asked.

I crawled up on the mattress next to him. His hunky body was warm and
wet. "That'd be nice," I said. "But Trav... about the video..." I started.

He pulled up the phone. "I can delete it, Dad," he said as he pulled it
up. "But only if you watch it first..."

"You want me to watch myself fuck Mike," I grinned.

"Yeah, I do," my son said with a smile. He hit play and handed me the
phone. It wasn't quite like the semi-professional quality of Travis's
videos, but it looked pretty sharp. I'd never watched myself have sex
before, and there was fun novelty to it. My body getting more intensely
engaged as I went further into my mating of Mike. And that familiar
MusclePupXXX ass and body taking every bit of a pounding. I'd see guys do
Mike like this, but the fact it was me was a thrill.

I didn't realize I was hard again until I felt Travis's hand on my dick,
caressing my new boner. It took me by surprise, but Travis said, "Keep
watching, Dad."

I did, and while I watched this homemade porn video, my son took me into
his mouth. This was the perfect continuation of our threesome. Me, Travis,
and Mike. Only different. Amplified by the screen version of me as Travis
made love to my cock with his soft, talented mouth.

As I watched myself work up to an orgasm on screen, I wondered if I was
going to give it up a third time of the evening, ejaculating into Travis's
sucking appreciative mouth. But I was too spent and decided it wasn't going
to happen. I set down the phone and nudged Travis off.

"Let me do you," I offered. I figured Travis had only gotten off once. The
idea appealed to him already. He practically pounced up to the spot next to
me, while I scooted down to suck him. I had barely taken him into my mouth
when he picked up the phone and started watching the video again.

"God, Dad, you're looking really fucking good these days," he said,
watching me in action.

I concentrated on blowing him. I might not have mad skills like Mike and
Trav, but I wanted to do my best to get him off. And I did love having my
son's erect cock filling my mouth, teasing the relaxed entrance to my
throat.

Only as I felt him get closer, I looked up and he was no longer watching
the video. Instead he had that phone pointed at me, filming me give him
head. "Fuck... suck me Dad," he urged, turned on when I didn't object, but
instead started bobbing faster on Travis's dick. My fingers massaged his
nuts and my eyes flitted up directly into the camera, which made that
stone-hard dick of Travis's swell in my mouth.

"Unhggh!" he grunted, and I felt my mouth filled with my son's seed.