Goals

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner ([email protected]).

[SCOTT]

Kelly was out of town, and I was making the most of it. Austin had work until 7:30, so I put in some extra time at the office, drove home to get ready. I cleaned myself out, showered, and put my suit back on. I brought a change of clothes, then met Austin for a casual dinner before heading back at his place.

"It's like Christmas," he grinned as we made our way inside. "A whole night?"

"Sorry I can't give that to you more, buddy," I said. I'd been able to compartmentalize a lot since agreeing to carry on this affair, but the strain was starting to get to me.

"You give me plenty," he replied as he stepped up and felt up my suit. I'd thought of changing into more casual clothes after my shower, but I knew Austin was into me in my business attire. "Always do."

Our kiss was soft and slow. I think Austin wanted to make the most of our time together and not rush things. It was a new side of him I was seeing lately, and I liked it.

He led me to the couch where we continued our make out session. Getting more into it, but keeping our restraint. Austin's hands started undoing my tie. "Can I undress you, Mr. D?"

I nodded, enjoying this hunk's attention. "Be my guest," I replied. "Though usually you prefer me to stay in the suit."

He grinned and made a show of running his fingers along my lapels before undoing the buttons of my shirt. "I figure we got some time..." His blue-gray eyes darted up to meet mine. "I wanna fuck you tonight. Would you be up for that?"

The guy was so handsome and hunky and I could see the ridge of dick riding up in his joggers. "Yes. And I may have prepared myself for that," I smirked. I leaned back and let him undress me. It felt strange and sensual, and I could tell Austin was getting a kick out of the novelty. Stripping me down slowly.

"I've never asked what's up with the suit thing," I said. 

Austin was undoing my belt and massaging my boner in the process. He looked up. Coyly, he said, "I dunno... I guess it's a power thing."

"Yeah?" I asked. I felt like I was always learning a new layer of Austin's psyche, what made him tick.

He nodded. "I have a thing for authority figures. The suit kind of represents that," he explained.

I lifted my hips and let him pull my trousers off. "Fold them over the chair," I instructed. I was still having to teach Austin had to take care of nicer clothes. He laughed and got up to neatly set aside my trousers and coat. 

"Leave the socks on, Mr. D," he hissed as he peeled down my briefs. I was now practically naked in front of his amazing young man, my dick pulsing rigid with his gaze. His hands were now running along my thighs, feeling the strength I'd developed there with his guidance and encouragement. 

"Lift up the legs, Scott," he then urged. 

This part of bottoming still felt vulnerable in not a good way. Like I was being too feminine or something. But the way it turned on this hunk turned me on. I held my legs back and leaned back into the sofa cushion. 

"That's so fucking beautiful..." he hissed. Placing a finger to my pucker, not to penetrate but just to touch and watch. 

I watched his face and the rising lust there. I'd been mulling over whether to indulge Austin's deep fantasy, and his young athletic body and handsome looks just then sealed the deal for me. "Will you be thinking of your Dad when you fuck me?" I ventured.

His eyes went wide and his lips curled involuntarily into a smile. "Damn, Scott, are you messing with me?" he said. Despite his smile, his eyes flashed with a pained expectation.

"Not messing with you, kiddo.... if you wanna, I'm game."

"Hell yeah, I'm game," he growled. Then in a soft deep whisper he added, "Dad..."

I wasn't sure how the script went. But I figured Austin would lead. "Son," I replied.

"Fuck," he said as he breathed in. Then he leaned down and started licking me. My previous hangups about splaying my legs back for him now had a payoff, as Austin could really root around with his tongue and eat me deep. "Eat my ass, son," I urged, running my fingers through Austin's brown hair. He moaned into my hole and speared it a couple of time before pulling back. 

"Damn, Dad..." His voice haltered, as if he was still getting used to being able to call me that out loud. "I gotta fuck you, sir."

"Yeah, buddy," I urged. 

Austin stood up and I saw not only did he have a big tent in his joggers but he'd leaked through his underwear and the outer fabric both, and a wet spot formed noticeably at the tip. He reached out to help me up to my feet. Once I was standing he roughly pulled me to a hard kiss. Not soft like before. With a lusty grip he reached back and squeezed my glute.

"Come on back to my room, Dad."

I'd had some misgivings about taking this step, but I was turned on now. This was kinky in a way I'd never experienced with a woman. Unapologetically so, and I loved how Austin eagerly showed off how much the roleplay turned him on. With a rough, almost caveman like motion, he peeled off his workout shirt and threw it to the side, and almost as roughly, he shucked down his sweats to reveal his rigid boner 

Meanwhile I was pulling down his sheets and climbing on to the bed. "How do you want me, son?" I asked. 

"On your back," he hissed. "I wanna see your face as I fuck you, Dad." He was already getting his lube out and slicking up that big rod.

"Don't go too rough," I cautioned him. "You're a little worked up."

He laughed. "Aye aye, sir," he said as he got into the saddle. I pulled back my legs once more. Maybe he'd want to put them on his shoulders but for now he was fingering me to ease me open. Or at least not as tight. With methodical ease, he reached to get a pillow to put under my hips, raising me to his dick.

"Ooof," I let out. Austin's entry was quicker than usual. But he held steady and ran his hands all along my body. 

"Thank you for this," he said, eyes on me wildly. 

"I like making you happy," I said. He was entering me more fully now and I nodded to let him know it was OK. More than OK... I wanted his cock.

"I know, Dad.... oh FUCK!" he cried as he bottomed out, rolling his head back to stem his orgasm.

"That good?" I laughed.

His chest was heaving as he looked back down. "You have no idea."

I ran my hands up to his chest. I probably had bigger pecs now but his were denser, stronger and looked real big for a man his age. "I have a pretty good one," I said. "I love watching you get into it."

He gave slow pumps into me. "You like that, Dad?"

"Feels great," I said. "But I want you to go for it. This is your special fuck, buddy.... it's all you."

I felt that thick cock bore into me. Solid, hard strokes. "It's not gonna take me long, Dad," he muttered, already getting into that special zone a man gets before his cum.

"I know, son," I replied. My hands were openly caressing him as he thrust faster in me. 

He tried to say "Dad" - or something - but his face was scrunching up already.

I wanted to get him across that finish line. "Fuck your father," I yelled, aloud and open in his bedroom.

His groan was deep and his orgasm was heavy. It was beautiful to watch. Just the sight of it and the feel of his cock pistoning in me, spurting cum into me, had me ready to fire too. With a few strokes I began cumming. It wasn't an Austin-level orgasm, but I was discovering that any time I nutted with his cock in me, it just added to the sensations.

"Wow, Scott," he said as finally pulled out and let his now softening dick plop free and swing low. "That fucking drained me hard."

"I'm glad," I said. I was pleased he'd gone back to my first name. Now that I'd cum the roleplay felt a little weird. "Glad I could do that for you." 

He smiled and lay next to me, kind of pulling my body closer to his. We smelled like sex and cum and our bodies were slick with sweat and my seed. "OK if we wait a sec before showering off?" he said. "I just wanna enjoy this."

"Yeah," I agreed and ran my hand up and down his strong back. Austin was always urging me not to neglect my back, and I could see the dividend paying off in his own routine.

"You know, I really do think of you as a father figure," he said, deep with emotion. "You must think I'm a mess of issues," he laughed.

I smiled. "Buddy, I'm having an affair with a man, and one who's young enough to be my son.... who dated my daughter. Talk about issues."

"You got a point, Scott," he said. "I'm not gonna judge you, ever. You know that."

I felt his prick stir against my sated crotch. "You getting hard again?" I laughed.

He bit his lip and smirked. "Maybe. I can't really go again though, but you get me worked up." He slowly ran his finger along my arm muscle. "You've taken to bottoming," he observed.

I nodded. "I think most of it is that I like treating you," I said. "Knowing how much you love it. But I'll admit it feels good, too. Really good." 

[AUSTIN]

I woke up to a familiar sensation. But it took me a second to come to, and I almost didn't remember I was in my bedroom, in my bed. Another second and I realized I was having my cock sucked. Nice, slow suction on my morning wood. 

I leaned up in a start. The sheets were to the side and there was Scott's naked 52-year-old body hunched over as he made love to my dick. Orally bringing me off. I gave into the pleasure and the sensation of his warm, wet mouth. 

"Fuck, Dad," I grunted. And then I was feeding Scott his breakfast. 

He grinned as he pulled back and licked off the dribbles. "Good morning, stud," he smiled. As he knelt up, I saw a sting of his own cum drip from his tool. I wasn't sure when he'd cum but I had the satisfaction of knowing he got off on servicing me. 

"Shit, I can't believe you did that," I laughed. Now awake and leaning to a seated position. I gave him a quick peck.

"You didn't mind?" he half asked.

"The opposite," I assured him. "Only I've never been woken up that way."

"We both have an early morning," he said. Indeed it was pitch black outside. "But I wanted to start your day off in a good way."

"The best," I said. "I'll make some coffee if you wanna shower first?" Part of me wanted to spend the morning in bed with this man. But he was right, we had to get a move on. 

"Yep," he grinned and gave my thigh one last pat before easing out of bed.

I fixed his coffee, then hopped to shower after him. When I got to the kitchen he was dressed in his suit and tie and grinning as he watched me walk in. "Sleepovers are fun," he said.

"They are," I agreed. "I'm not gonna get greedy, Scott, but any time you can make that happen again... I don't know... we often don't get to take our time."

"I know, buddy," he said. "I'll see what I can do.

I felt lousy for even hinting at the issue. I knew Scott had a lot to juggle, even emotionally. I had always respected his marriage and the need for discretion. It was part of the deal for scoring such a perfect dad. Speaking of...

"Are you OK with last night?"

Scott took a sip of coffee. "Whaddya mean? Oh, the roleplay?"

"Yeah, that," I replied.

He flashed a grin. "I won't lie, it was hot. It's very fun to find a button to push to get you off," he said.

"Oh you've found 'em Mr. Delahunt," I chuckled. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard."

"You haven't," Scott said point blank. "At least not with me." He set down his mug and placed his hand on my upper arm. Affectionate in its simple gesture. "Let's take it slow, OK?" he asked. "But I wanna learn those buttons for you." 

"Yeah," I grunted. If the man hadn't just sucked me so well, I'd be throwing hard again. 

"Gotta get going now," he said. "Talk later, buddy."

We kissed. Soft and quick. Then he winked as he picked up his bag and walked out.

[PRIVATE TEXT MESSAGES]

SCOTT: Hey buddy how’s your day going?

AUSTIN: Good sir. Just wrapped up with my morning sessions. How about you?

SCOTT: Busy. But thinking of you.

AUSTIN: Hope they're good thoughts.

(A photo comes in for Scott's suited hardon.)

AUSTIN: Love seeing your cock, sir.

(Another photo. This one of Scott's dick sticking out of his open fly)

SCOTT: How's that view?

AUSTIN: Amazing. I'm gonna have to jack off when I get home.

SCOTT: I thought I took care of you this morning.

AUSTIN: You did. Really well. Only I'm a horny guy.

SCOTT: You wanna save it for later?

AUSTIN: What's later?

SCOTT: I could meet you somewhere. Suck off that beautiful cock of yours.

AUSTIN; For real? Twice in one day?

SCOTT: I like spoiling my boy.

AUSTIN: I like you spoiling me. 

SCOTT: So that's a yes?

AUSTIN: That’s a hell yes. I work till 7 tonight. Let me know when and where.

SCOTT: We'll have to sneak in a quick one somehow this time. But I'll message you.

AUSTIN: Can't wait. 

SCOTT: You better wait ;)

[SCOTT]

I pulled into the parking lot. We'd picked this one because it was usually deserted but the kind of place where a couple of parked cars wouldn't stand out. Austin opened his door and walked over to my sedan. I unlocked the door and he opened and got in.

"Hey," he said with an excited grin.

"Hey yourself," I hissed. "My boy horny?"

He nodded. "Pretty much," he laughed. "How much time we have?"

My heart pounded. This was naughty fun and I loved the impetuousness of a quickie. But I'd missed the chance to go deep with Austin. "Five, maybe ten minutes."

His face got that lusty look on it as he peeled down his sweats. I'd never get sick of seeing Austin White hard. He was just so big and thick and his tool matched his powerful jock-ish body so well. 

"Keep a look out, OK," I warned him.

"Yeah, Dad," he hissed. Then he grunted as I started licking him. 

"I've been thinking about this all day, sir," he said as I started swallowing his cock. Bobs up and down in his lap. I could sense his excitement as he stole looks down, without breaking his look out.

I knew how to work him and my mouth was going down further toward his crotch with each suck. We weren't gonna have to use up even five minutes for this.

"Aw suck my cock, Dad," his voice broke. I knew it was torture for him not to keep his eyes on me. Austin always said that was his favorite part. Watching me take care of him. "That's it... I'm gonna cum... oh fuck oh FUCK!"

He held my head down as he nutted. I loved that physical reflex of his, though I was glad my throat relaxed enough to take his spurting dick. 

I often got off sucking Austin, but the rushed intensity of this front seat blow job hadn't given me the time or the stimulation enough. I leaned back in my seat and was grateful to see Austin read to return the favor.

I kept a look in the rear view mirror as Austin leaned over and sucked me off. Maybe it was the absence of our regular sessions, but these postworkout quickies made me cum faster. 

"I'm there, Austin," I said softly and then felt my cum blast into his mouth. He moaned a little and swallowed. 

I finally tucked back in and watched Austin pull his sweats back up. "This is pretty damn tawdry," I observed. 

"You gotta be careful, Scott," Austin assured me. "We gotta be careful. You know that."

"Yeah," I said. "Doesn't make me happy about it," I added.

Austin gave a grimace. But he leaned in for a kiss that neither one of us dared extend. 

"See you Friday," he said as he gave me one last look. Then opened the car door and went back to his own vehicle.

[AUSTIN]

I was so used to getting texts from Scott throughout the day, but he's a busy man so if I don't hear from him for a stretch I just assume he's tied up at work. But it was after three in the afternoon and I still hadn't heard from him. 

Then came the message. "Kelly knows. All of it."

My heart pounded. "What?"

"She hired a private investigator. It's gonna get real messy."

"Shit," I wrote. "Sorry Scott." My words felt inadequate, but I didn't know what to say in a situation like this. I didn't even know what the fallout would be from this, but I knew the discovery was serious. "Wanna talk?" I offered.

There was a break before I got his response. Then, "I need to handle some stuff on my own for a while, OK?"

"Sure," I wrote. But after a minute, I knew I had to get clarification. "How long is a while?" I knew I was putting my emotional needs first, but Scott and I had gotten crazy close and this wasn't just some married fuck buddy going MIA. 

"I don't know, Austin. Sorry."

I was mopey as hell during my afternoon sessions. And later at night. I just got some take out and watched some shitty TV. 

The next day was a little better. I channeled some of my emotions into a tough workout after my last morning client. I was a little frustrated with Scott, but he was dealing with something I could only imagine. And it was ultimately my fault for getting so involved with a married man. Scott and I both thought we could compartmentalize things, and we were both wrong.

The wait and the radio silence got easier and harder at the same time. It felt like a break up in slow motion, or extended time. I knew I couldn't pester him. That was the last thing the man needed, and it wouldn't do my cause any good. 

I watched a lot of porn and masturbated in a few edge sessions to get my mind off the guy. After three weeks, I decided to hit the apps again. I got tested for STDs and was not surprised to find myself clean. I'd pretty much resigned Scott and me to be history, and it was time to move on. I was a good looking, in shape younger guy into older men. I'd do OK.

Turns out I did more than OK. I scrolled through the apps one evening after work and faced the familiar problem: lots of older men who got my boner throbbing but all of them were either tops or looking for a 50/50 vers situation. That wasn't my thing and certainly wasn't what I was in the mood for. After Scott, I just wanted a nice hot fuck or suck session.

I decided to reach out to an on-again/off-again suck buddy Steve. It had been a year since I'd gotten sucked by him, since the last time he reached out to me, I'd already started things up with Scott so then gave Steve a thanks but no thanks response. 

Steve was actually the first dude I'd hooked up with after moving back home to Brentwood and was a very welcome way to get over withdrawal from not having my college professor around. The man was a stud and a half, solidly built and military, I'm guessing an Army officer, but he didn't share much of his biography with me, preferring to keep it strictly about the sex. He didn't even kiss.

But every so often he'd drive down from Ft. Campbell to have a few day or two of fun. That included me. Steve liked my laidback approach, liked the jock thing, and like the fact he could count on me not to judge or blab. We'd meet at his hotel, make small talk, then he'd get down and suck my dick. 

That's all he wanted to do. I made an overture to see if he'd let me fuck him, but that got batted away quick. "I don't do that," he said sternly, like with kissing. But man, could that Army Daddy suck cock. He was good when I first hooked up with him, but as he learned what I enjoyed orally and got more comfortable his blowjobs got even better.

I was in the mood for one now.

The thing about a sex buddy situation is you don't know when the need is gonna click with both of you. I sent a noncommittal hello kind of message, in case he was interested in picking things back up again. But I didn't hear anything back from Steve that night, so I chalked it up to his lack of interest. I didn't know his full story, but I gathered he was a bachelor, maybe divorced, but dated women.

My morning wood the next day pulsed when I saw a message from him. 

"Hiya man. Didn't catch your message last night. But you must have read my mind. Been wondering how've been."

This is how our conversations always started, with small talk, but it was a signal there was mutual interest. So I replied, "Been pretty horny man."

It was crazy early still so I didn't expect a reply right away, but after my second session that day, I checked and saw some replies. "You and me both."  Then another. "Talk about timing. I'll be in your neck of the woods Friday."

"Yeah?" I typed back. "Any chance we can meet up?"

Fortunately he was on hand to respond. "I won't be staying over but if you're around in the afternoon I might be able to swing by your place?"

This was a first since we always met at a hotel. I had to check my calendar and I let him know my free window between 12:30 and 4:00. 

"We'll see. I'll drop you a line if I'm able to OK?"

"Yeah, that's cool," I typed back. My next session was due to start and the guy was warming up, but I had to see this through. 

"Hope it works out, man," he wrote. "I'll let you know either way."

"All right. Later, man."

I tried not to get my hopes up, but the idea of reconnecting with this guy had me excited. It wasn't like my emotions weren't still live-wire on edge from Scott. But my horniness was winning out, big time. 

It was about 1:30 Friday when I got a message. "Will be done about 2... that still work for you?"

"Oh yeah," I typed, massaging the boner that was forming in my shorts already. 

I set out some lube and towel and set them on the coffee table in case he wanted to jerk off. Steve's thing was sucking cock, and we had established a no-recip dynamic from the start. But usually he'd stroke and cum either before or after I did.

I peeled off my shirt, leaving only my thin mesh shorts, and out on my favorite, faded Tennessee ball cap. And I scrolled through some porn as I waited.

It was closer to 2:30 when he showed up. But god, when I opened the door I was so glad this was happening. He'd always been a hot stud, but his dirty blond was grayer now, trimmed in that familiar military-officer cut, and his face had a little more fullness and maturity. Best of all he had his uniform on - camo fatigues that made his bulky body look bigger and barely hid that olive-green T-shirt beneath that was clearly stretched over his shoulders and pecs. 

"Figured you don't mind the uniform," he smiled as I ushered him in. He was normally a little on the quiet, gruff side. Maybe part of it was his Army disposition, part of it was his lingering cautiousness with down-low hookups. 

But I was into his new mood. I patted his shoulder as he walked past. 

"You're looking good, man," I said. "Real good."

Steve gave me an acknowledgment as he swept his eyes up and down my half-naked body. "I'll say the same thing," he said, a little more softly. He was definitely less uptight than in our previous hookups, and I wondered if over the last year he'd gotten more experience. "Glad you reached out."

He was definitely a daddy who pushed my buttons for older men. But he also looked a little younger than his 50-or-so years. Well preserved as fuck. 

"I've been pretty hard up," I chuckled, nodding down to the boner making a tall ridge in my shorts.

He grinned and reached out to feel me up, running his thick mitt over my hardon through the fabric. My prick jerked at his touch.

"Nice," he muttered. 

Then, no nonsense, he knelt down right there in my living room, and tugged at my shorts. I'd gotten used to Steve's approach. When he got a cock in his mouth he'd get super bottomy. But he also insisted on being the one to initiate and run the show. I once tried to get a little assertive with him and got reprimanded. 

His lips were softly kissing my balls and the base of my prick. It was always a trip to watch this butch, hunky man make love to my dick. It wasn't extended foreplay but it was the kind of treatment that made me appreciate oral foreplay in a way I normally didn't.

"You wanna jerk off?" I asked before he fully attacked my boner. When he looked up at me, those blue eyes now wider with lust, I nodded over to the nearby lube.

"Yah," he grunted and reached down to unzip. He actually had a tool about Scott's size, maybe a little thicker but still on the shorter side. It looked amazing and amazingly hard as it poked out of the fly of his camos. 

The Army man gave himself a quick squirt and wrapped that mitt around his spike a second before he leaned forward to take my cock back into his mouth. 

Steve's skills had definitely improved and now that he stroked he was getting real into it. He was actually deep throating my dong. I took the liberty of placing my hand on the back of his head, feeling the soft bristles of his hair and gently applying pressure on his downstrokes. 

He didn't object but just went wild giving me head. So I pushed a little further. "Take it, man." Then louder: "suck my cock."

He grunted and I watched as his bobs increased pace and his body tensed. The big dude was having an orgasm, spurting into his hand as he blew me.

That was enough to trip my wires. I pulled gently at his skull and gave a few soft thrusts as I unloaded a thick, built up load. Steve sucked it down hungrily. 

I finally pulled back and let him wipe his hand and prick clean. His spike was still hard but I knew he'd cum well and was spent. He stood up and pushed that dick back into his uniform.

"You like pushing boundaries don't you?" he said. In a happy post-sex mood, but challenging me. 

I shrugged. "At least I didn't make a play for your ass," I grinned. Cheeky, maybe cocky. But I figured if Steve was really pissed at me, he wouldn't have cum like he did. 

He gave me a shake of the head. "That's your thing, right?"

"One of my things," I said. "But that blow job was pretty damn nice."

"Glad for it, buddy," he said. Now that his dick had softened, he zipped up and straightened out his uniform. "Good thing our schedules aligned for this," he said. "It's been a while."

I had enjoyed letting this man see my nakedness, even post blowjob, but now I picked up my shorts and pulled them back over my now-soft junk. "Yeah," I agreed. "But hit me up if you wanna meet again sometime."

The man looked me over, and I could tell he was memorizing my looks and body for his memory banks. "I definitely will." He sighed. "All right, I'm gonna get going."

"Yep," I said and walked him to the door to show him out.

From my window I watched him strut to his SUV. I could make out an Army insignia on the back window. 

I thought my cock had been fully satisfied now that a heavy one of my loads was in Steve's belly, but I swear to god I boned up thinking of the thrill that a military cocksucker had just serviced me.

I knew this was replacement sex for Scott. A way of getting past him. I knew it wouldn't work at some level, but I didn't care. It was fun, and I felt happy for the first time in three weeks.