Father, Son, Movies and More

Saturday morning, two weeks after the conclusion of Chapter 2.

I'm sitting at the kitchen table, eating like a pig in anticipation of a strenuous day mowing the lawn, trimming dead tree limbs, edging the sidewalk and driveway, and mulching flower beds. My son, Julian, is standing at the kitchen island, having finished eating/drinking some horrible concoction he'd mixed together in the blender. As usual, Julian's wearing a perfectly form-fitting, blue and gold bikini swimsuit for swim practice. I should've known he was gay just by seeing that suit!

As he looked at my expansive breakfast, Julian made the following comments: "lots of food, isn't it," "packing on a few pounds there, dad," and "tragic that children are left as orphans because their parents didn't take care of themselves." I responded by stating that "nothing irritates me more than mouthy children." I also pointed to a brochure I’d recently received in the mail, advertising a five-week long summer camp for "wayward teenagers who need guidance in their life.” I quoted from the brochure, which stated that the campers would "among other things, learn weaving skills in order to make Easter and Christmas baskets for the elderly and home-bound." I remarked that "this camp sounds like a great idea, don't you think Julian!"

Before Julian could flip me the bird, a ping from his cell phone distracted him. Since all text messages take priority over actual face-to-face conversations, Julian immediately forgot I existed and started reading the text.

"It's Max! He says, if I'm available, he wants to shoot the movie next Saturday afternoon. Starting at 3:00.”

I sighed. "You know I'm not crazy about you doing another movie. Why don't you just tell Max you've reconsidered and you're not doing it."

"Dad, I'm not telling him that!"

"Listen to me! Now's the time to stop. You've made two movies. You basically know how porn movies are made. Since no one will see them, there'll be no negative impact on your future, if you stop now.”

"No, dad! I'm doing the movie. I'm texting Max now to say I'm available."

I let it drop. I knew I couldn't win. My son is stubborn.

After hitting the send button, Julian said, "We've got one thing to talk about."

"What's that?"

"When I agreed to be in Max's movies, I asked him if I could bring a friend, so I could have someone for support -- a friend to just be there for me. Max agreed, and I asked Robert. Then, Max got a look at Robert's photos and insisted Robert be in the movie. It was kind of messed up -- Robert was my support but also in the movie. Anyway, it worked out. I asked Robert to come with me for the next movie, but Robert said, ‘No!’ He's having trouble dealing with the fact he was in a porn movie, screwing me. He's feeling guilty. I told him I was okay with it -- that he shouldn’t feel guilty -- but . . . . I still want someone there for me. Will you come?”

A bonding moment with my son! I can accompany him to his porn shoot! I hesitated a moment before replying, "Sure." I figured there'd be no downside to going, and I could ensure Julian's safety. "What does a chaperon do?"

"Probably nothing. Just be there for me, if I need support."

"How exciting! I doubt if I can come as your dad. That'd freak everyone out."

"Yeah, we'll have to come up with some plan. Maybe, we can say that we're friends. It'll be hard to pull off, though, since you're so much older!"

I scowled at Julian and muttered, "Summer camp!"

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Saturday, one week later.

The longest day ever! I won't detail my entire day but, no matter what I tried to do (read work memos for a Monday staff meeting or clean up part of the yard), I couldn't concentrate for more than a few minutes. I just sat, thinking. I was concerned about Julian. He's got so many advantages in life -- he should be thinking about college and his future. What if friends, potential employers, college administrators, or professors find out about his "acting career?" That could be life altering. But, what could I do now?

More disturbing was my reaction. Why did I find it erotic to view my son having sex in a porn movie? Why did seeing him subjected to rough sex make me even hornier? What did this say about me? Was I some sort of weirdo? Was I urging Julian to stop making movies to protect him? Or, was I urging him to stop to protect me from thoughts that I didn’t want to address?

Julian and I arrived at Max’s house at the appointed time. There were handshakes and introductions all around. Sammy whisked Julian away to prepare for the movie.

Max was nosy. “So, Mike, how do you know Julian?” I'd adopted Mike as my pseudonym for the day.

“I’m his uncle. I've known Julian since the day he was born.”

“You must be gay. I ask because Julian wanted you to be here.”

“I've always been 'out' to Julian and his parents.”

“Tell me about his mom and dad!”

“His mother died long ago. His father's a wonderful man, who loves his son unconditionally.” A little puffery never hurt, right?

“Julian’s a hottie!”

“Yes. He gets his good looks from his dad!” Okay, okay, that’s an over the top lie! “Where will I be while you film?” I wanted to change the subject.

“You can sit in the game room. See that room at the end of the hall. There’s a TV you can watch. What do you and his father think about Julian doing porn?” Max changed the subject back.

“His dad doesn't know, and I'm not happy. I opposed this but couldn't stop him. Julian’s a smart kid with a great future in front of him. I don't want him hurt.” I stared directly at Max, as I said this.

“I can assure you we’ve taken every precaution. Drug tests, STD tests. You name it.”

“That’s not the kind of hurt I was talking about. I don’t want the movie to hurt his opportunities in life, like college or potential employment. You know how people can gossip or spread nasty rumors.”

Before Max could answer, Sammy and Julian returned. We made small talk and were heading to the game room to await the others, when the doorbell rang. It was two of Julian’s co-stars, DeWayne and Andre. More handshakes and introductions. DeWayne was awesome — in his mid-twenties, handsome, black, 6’4”, solid muscle, not an ounce of fat, short haircut with a two-day beard, smooth shiny skin, great smile, and tats on his arms and back. Andre was much the same, except he was shorter at about 6 feet tall, but he was handsome and buff with solid muscles and chest tats. Have these guys ever eaten a slice of cake?

We moved to the game room to wait for a guy named “Juan.” “Can’t wait to tap that ass,” DeWayne said, leering at Julian. “I’ve got a monster in my pants that’ll leave you screaming!”

“Can’t wait either,” my son replied, staring directly at DeWayne's groin. “I hope your dick lives up to the huge build up!” Justin emphasized the word "huge."

“Be careful what you wish for,” DeWayne said in a firm, confident voice.

Meanwhile, Max was pacing about the room, getting more agitated with each passing minute. Juan was late! 3:15 turned into 3:30, which turned into 4:00, which turned into 4:30. Max was now visibly angry and turned his wrath on Sammy. “You hired him! You vouched for him! Where is he?”

Sammy gave a palms up gesture, indicating that he had no idea.

“God dammit,” Max exploded! Max turned from Sammy, pointed his index finger at me, and exploded again, “You!”

I was taken aback by Max’s scream. Why was I being verbally assaulted? I’m not the reason Juan is late. I don’t even know him. I gave Max a confused look.

“You!" he shouted for the third time. "You have to take Juan’s place! I need a replacement and it’ll have to be you!”

“Are you fucking nuts! I’m his fa… uncle.” Oops, almost let the cat out of the bag!

“I want to make scenes depicting four guys having sex. Three tops and a bottom. That's going to be my niche in the industry. That’s how I want to stand out! Two tops and a bottom doesn’t cut it for me. You'll have to stand in for Juan."

“I don’t think so!”

“Dammit! I need you!”

"Why?”

"Duh. Because you're the only other available male here!"

“What about Sammy? Or, you?”

“We’re operating the cameras. We need two cameras for a more professional shoot. It’s got to be you!”

“I could film.”

“Do you have any experience behind the camera?”

“No.”

“Nuff said.”

"Julian and I are related for God’s sake! Are you forgetting that!"

"It’s not like you’re immediate family. I bet uncle/nephew sex happens all the time. Loosen up. Besides, Julian will be fine with it. Whad’da think?" Max addressed his question to Julian.

I could tell Julian was enjoying my predicament. He had a smile on his face and looked like he was almost laughing at me. Julian didn’t answer Max’s question but merely shrugged his shoulders.

“Look at the bright side. Screwing your nephew could be lots of fun,” DeWayne said.

“Are you crazy too?” I couldn't believe we were having this discussion. My cock was hard!

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Fifteen minutes later, we’re in our underwear in Max’s guest bedroom. For some reason, despite my protests, I yearned to be here. I didn’t want to miss the filming of my son’s sex scene! The thought of sitting in the game room watching TV and missing the filming was out of the question.

Max was giving us instructions for the shoot, basically saying that we were to follow DeWayne's lead and instructions. I was utterly embarrassed, as I was the only one in the group with an erection! Sammy noticed. DeWayne and Andre noticed. I was hoping Julian wouldn’t notice. He gave no indication that he did but, of course, he couldn't miss it. God, what must he think?

The filming started. Julian was on his knees on the floor. DeWayne, Andre, and I stood naked and hard in a semi-circle around him. (I wore a mask that completely covered my face, except for eye cutouts. I didn’t want to be recognized and lose my job!) Julian’s mouth engulfed Andre’s cock. According to Max’s instructions, I’d be next! I couldn’t believe that my cock would soon be down my son’s throat. I was suffering last second jitters. Maybe, I shouldn’t be here?

After slobbering over Andre's hard cock for several minutes, a slight noise from Max signaled Julian to move to me. I had one last chance to stop this. I didn’t. Rather, I thrust my engorged cock forward toward Julian’s mouth. My cock slid over his tongue into the dark recesses of his throat. The wetness, the warmth, the tongue gliding over the head of my dick had me groaning with pure pleasure. It was the most erotic experience of my life! Every nerve ending in my body tingled. I thrust gently over and over into Julian’s mouth. Julian’s hands fondled my balls. When Julian stopped sucking on my cock, he jacked on my shaft and licked my cock head. Too soon my time ended, and Julian was instructed to move to DeWayne’s nine plus inch monster.

I watched as Julian attempted to swallow DeWayne's cock and as DeWayne grabbed both sides of Julian's head and forced his dick down Julian's throat. I heard DeWayne command Julian to get on “all fours” on the bed. DeWayne leaned against some pillows at the headboard, so Julian could resume sucking DeWayne’s huge cock. Andre got behind my son and started licking his ass and tonging his hole, which brought a succession of moans from Julian. I stood by the bed masturbating. After a couple of minutes, DeWayne flipped Julian onto his back and commenced, for lack of a better term, doing push ups that drove his dick deep into Julian’s mouth. “Take it all,” DeWayne ordered. I wasn’t sure that was possible, but DeWayne forcefully tried to make it happen. Four, five, six, seven inches vanished into Julian’s mouth! Julian struggled to inhale another inch. “Come on,” DeWayne urged. “You can do better!”

DeWayne didn’t wait, however. He rammed more of his cock down Julian’s throat and proceeded to vigorously face fuck him. Never have I heard such explosive hacking, heaving, and coughing emanate from a human body. Phlegm cascaded from the corners of Julian's mouth. DeWayne pinched Julian's nose closed and tried again to make Julian swallow all nine inches. All he got for his troubles was more hacking and phlegm. I actually thought Julian was doing a good job, considering there wasn't more than two inches not in Julian's throat.

DeWayne next shouted, "It’s time to fuck!"

Andre had been licking ass all this time. “Me first,” he said!

“Go for it,” DeWayne urged. “Fuck him hard. No mercy!” From his position by my son’s head, DeWayne pulled Julian’s legs up, exposing his ass completely. I positioned myself beside Andre. I didn't want to miss Andre entering my son.

Julian moaned, as Andre’s six and a half inch cock plunged into his hole. My son grunted with each assertive thrust; Andre’s balls banging against Julian’s butt. DeWayne pulled Julian's legs even further back, causing my son's ass to rise up from the bed. It was erotic as hell. My cock was rock hard, so hard that my throbbing cock was pulling my hips forward toward Julian, as if it was a dowsing stick finding water.

After Andre opened up Julian's hole, DeWayne indicated that it was my turn to "fuck the bitch!" Andre withdrew and replaced DeWayne in holding Julian’s legs. I positioned my cock on my son's hole. This was it! An OMG moment, if there ever was one! Momentarily, I hesitated, as Julian and I met each other's gaze. Then, I slowly slid in, savoring every moment of the intense feelings that vibrated through my cock to my groin to my entire body. I pushed in until I could push in no more and commenced fucking his tight hole. Julian’s groans of pain and pleasure created a sexual symphony for me. Julian's hard cock bounced with each of my trusts. I concentrated looking at my cock sliding in and out of my son’s round perfect butt. What a sight! What a feeling! His pussy was so tight. I'd forgotten how tight a near virginal young hole could be!

I don't know how long I fucked Julian -- actually, quite a while as I found out later -- but, much too soon, DeWayne announced that it was his turn. As soon as my dick vacated Julian’s hole, DeWayne moved into place and slammed his cock in. Julian gasped and, then, cried out in pain, as the monster cock disappeared in Julian's fuck chute. Remarkably, DeWayne's balls, like Andre's, were soon slapping Julian’s hole. I couldn't believe that my son could take such a big dick! DeWayne fucked my son hard; my son voicing his pain almost continuously, gasping over and over "God damn," or "Fuck," or "Oh God." But, nothing stopped DeWayne's machine-like fucking, as he smashed his cock over and over deep into my son's hole.

At last, DeWayne withdrew his wet cock and ordered Julian to get on his hands and knees again. When he did so, Andre resumed fucking him, while DeWayne and I watched. “Sweet, Jesus!” gasped Andre. “It's still so tight!”

“It’s the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked,” I concurred.

I almost couldn’t wait for my second turn -- it seemed like every second lasted a minute while Andre fucked, but he finally relinquished his spot inside Julian’s ass. I instantly slammed my cock up Julian’s chute, trying to imitate DeWayne's hard fucking. I couldn't, although I did "my best." I had my son crying out with desire and pain (“Oooh, fuck,” “Damn.” and “God damn!"), which only motivated me to fuck harder. Eventually, I varied my pace; repeatedly pulling my cock almost all the way out before slamming it back in.

DeWayne high fived me claiming, "We're a team this bitch will never forget."

DeWayne resumed fucking Julian hard for a second time, grabbing Julian’s hard cock like a saddle horn. Julian whimpered with every thrust, covering his eyes and forehead with the palms of his hands, as if this could somehow reduce the pain of a 9-inch cock ripping up his insides. When DeWayne finally pulled out, he said, "God damn, look at that gapping cunt, will you! You could stick a DVD sideways down that hole!”

We hooted with laughter. (I shouldn’t have laughed, but I did.) I couldn't help but notice, though, that it looked like a bomb had detonated next to my son. His hair was disheveled, streaks of sweat covered his chest, dried phlegm spotted his face and encrusted his hairline, and a sheen of lube covered his ass and upper legs. He also looked exhausted, like the sucking and fucking had taken everything out of him.

"You're not done yet, bitch," DeWayne said. DeWayne sat on the bed and reclined his back against the headboard. "Sit on my cock, but face away from me." Julian did so but slowly. As DeWayne's massive cock slid up his chute, Julian let out more gasps and a "Dammit! Fuck!"

"Now, lean against me so that your back is on my chest," DeWayne continued. DeWayne pointed at me, "Get that cock in his hole and fuck him too!"

OMG, we're going to double fuck my son! Unbelievable! I'm in heaven; no doubt about it. I didn't hesitate, pressing my hard cock against my son’s hole. Nothing happened at first but by pressing even harder, my cock slowly slid in.

“Fuck! I can’t take two.”

“Ignore the bitch!” DeWayne instructed.

My cock was soon completely buried in Julian’s ass. Two cocks in one hole! Two cocks in my son's hole!

"Lucky, bitch," DeWayne commented.

I noticed that Julian closed his eyes, bit his lower lip, and sniffled softly. Two cocks had to hurt, but Julian was trying his best to get through it. I didn't care if it hurt, as I was controlled by lust. Slowly, I started to fuck. The tightness, with two cocks in one space, drove me wild. Julian either whimpered or cursed with every thrust. The weird thing was how close I was to my son; our faces were just inches apart at times and we could look into each other’s eyes. It didn’t take long, but I finally got to utter my only speaking line in the movie, “I’m going to cum!” Max and Sammy pressed close with their cameras. I exploded shooting torrents of cum up my son’s hole, leaving the inner walls of his colon drenched with semen. I collapsed on my son; my face resting on his upper chest, breathing in his aroma of sweat.

My post-orgasm rest was interrupted when Andre said, “Don’t hog that hole!” I complied, withdrawing my deflating cock, which was quickly replaced by Andre’s. Now, Andre fucked Julian, with my cum serving as lube. Watching my son getting fucked like this was almost as fun as fucking!

"Let's take turns fucking him," suggested DeWayne. Andre quickly agreed. When Andre stopped thrusting, DeWayne commenced thrusting. "What'da ya think, kid? Enjoy two big dicks in your cunt."

Julian whispered, "Yes!"

DeWayne and Andre rotated, each taking their turns thrusting four or five different times. I was getting hard again. Julian's eyes were closed with a continuous humming sound emanating from his lips.

"I can't hold out. I'm going to cum!" exclaimed Andre. After one last series of hard thrusts, Andre orgasmed, emptying every drop of cum from his balls deep into Julian. When Andre pulled out, DeWayne proceeded to wildly fuck Julian without restraint, slamming his cock up into Julian's ass. Julian looked like a rag doll riding DeWayne's slab of meat. Finally, DeWayne let out a shout, as he spewed his cum in Julian’s cunt. When his orgasm ended, DeWayne demanded that Julian clean his messy cock. Julian slowly lifted his butt off DeWayne's cock and slipped DeWayne's glistening rod into his mouth. As Julian did so, three loads of cum leaked from his fuck chute, forming a small pond of cum on the sheets. Max and Sammy ended the movie after a close up of the cum pool.

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Monday night two days later.

Julian and I were eating dinner. It'd been 48 hours since "the movie." I'd hardly talked to Julian in the last two days. I couldn't look him in the eye, considering what I'd done. I was too embarrassed. Maybe, I should say that I was too mortified by my actions. How could I ever be a father that Julian could love, admire, and respect? I'd completely failed Julian as a parent. I'd let my thoughts and uncontrolled lust come first and subordinated his well being to my own. Maybe, it was best that Julian was leaving for college soon. There, he could grow into an upstanding adult without the influence of a depraved father.

"Dad, what's wrong," Julian said. "Why are you so quiet? Have I done something wrong?"

"God, no! It's not you! I'm disgusted with myself. I've failed you as a parent. What I did to you in that movie; there's no excuse."

"Don't blame yourself, dad."

"I do, Julian. I didn't think of you. I put my selfish perverted desires first. And, I can never make that up to you."

Julian was silent. This failure of a father was near tears.

Julian spoke. "I've got something to tell you. When we watched the second movie in my room, I could tell that you were horny and hard. I was too -- I got a hard on watching you get a hard on. I've thought many times about what you'd be like in bed. I've been jealous of the guys you bring home, wishing it was me in your room. Maybe, that means I'm 'perverted' too! So, I thought of a plan when you agreed to chaperon. You see, there wasn't a Juan in the movie. Well, I should revise that to say there originally was a Juan. But, like, two weeks ago, Juan was in a car accident and broke his leg and got banged up really bad. I told Max and Sammy that my dad would be my chaperon but that you'd claim to be my uncle. So, my plan, which they readily agreed to, was we'd act like we were waiting for Juan and, when Juan didn't show, we'd beg you to take his place. I didn't know what you'd decide. When you said 'Yes,' I was like crazy happy. As far as I was concerned, the movie didn't need DeWayne or Andre. Getting fucked by you was enough. So, you see, we both wanted what happened Saturday.”

I sat dazed. I was slow to react. I heard but didn't immediately comprehend Julian's statement. Was Julian telling the truth?

"Really?” I said. ”You wanted me to fuck you?”

"Yes, really! I'm not angry. I'm not hurt. I don't think you're a failure. I love you in every way!"

We talked long into the night. It was one of the most open, constructive conversations we've ever had. By the time we finished, I wasn't disgusted or depressed or thinking of myself as a failed father. And, I love my son in every way too!