Looking at My Son Differently

WARNING. This story contains sexually oriented adult material. This includes sexual relations between adults and minors. All this has no basis in truth and is all fictional. Author does not condone of any illegal activities as this is purely for fantasy.

I was bummed that Ben and I wouldn't get to spend more alone time together.  My wife arrived the next morning, and it was back to normal, mostly.  After our first time together, I was worried that things between Ben and I would get weird and he'd pull away.  But that was certainly not the case.

Although we didn't have the chance to be alone in the house much, he'd still find ways to flirt with me. Whether it was grabbing my crotch under the dinner table across from my wife, or texting me to ask me to bring him up some clean towels, only to find him lying naked, ass up in his bed when I opened his door, to him face timing me at work from the shower, I was both worried he'd get us caught, but also turned on by how bold he was being.

One day, I opened my briefcase at work, only to find a pair of his cum stained underwear. Fortunately, my secretary didn't see them, and I was able to sneak them into the bathroom stall to jack off while burying my face in them, inhaling his essence.

And every time I saw him walk around the house in tight shorts, I couldn't take my eyes off his ass and the rest of his still developing muscular body. He was all I could think of. I know it's fucked up, but even when I was fucking my wife, I was picturing him underneath me, causing me to shoot massive loads and fuck her harder than I ever had before.

But I couldn't risk doing anything with him while she was around. It was too risky.

So, finally, when I got a text from Ben saying they were one parent short to chaperone at at a lacrosse tournament in the next state over the following weekend, I jumped at the chance to spend more time with him. He was ecstatic when I said yes.

The boys all headed out on the same bus the Friday morning. I drove out after work on Friday afternoon and ran into the team in the hotel lobby just as they were coming back from the practice field.

"Dad! Hey!" Ben yelled as he emerged from a group of his sweaty teammates to jog over and give me a hug. I breathed in the smell of his sweaty body as I patted him on the back.

"Hey, Mr. A!" Colt said as he walked by, giving me a wink and a grin, his perky ass bouncing around in his red shorts.

"We just got done with practice. We're all gonna shower, and then head out to dinner with coach and the other dads. We're rooming with Colt and his dad."

I was a little disappointed that we wouldn't have the room to ourselves, but maybe it was too ambitious to think we'd get to mess around since he'd be occupied with the tournament and his teammates most of the time.

"Come on, let's head up," he motioned for me to follow him. We rode up in the elevator with five other guys. The smell of testosterone and sweat was strong, and already caused my dick to stir. Ben led me to the room and swung open the door.

As we walked in, I immediately noticed Colt wearing nothing but a black jock strap rummaging through his bag. But I couldn't stare long.

"Hi, you must be Ben's dad. I'm Paul, Colt's dad," he said, standing up from sitting on the bed. Colt was basically a younger carbon copy of his dad, whose muscles were straining against the polo shirt and tight blue jeans he was wearing.

"Hey, Paul, I'm Jack. Our sons have been hanging out quite a bit, so nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise, and I can see where Ben got his athleticism," he said, looking me up and down as he held his firm grip on my hand. "Are you sure we haven't met, you look familiar, but I can't place you."

"I don't think so, man, but maybe. Looking forward to cheering our sons on at the tourney this weekend," I said, tossing my bag on the other bed in the room, realizing that Ben and I would be sleeping in the same bed.

"You boys better go shower up before dinner, you smell like ass," Paul said to Colt and Ben, who was already shedding his sweaty clothes. Colt and Ben headed into the bathroom, leaving Paul and me alone in the room.

"So, I heard you threw quite the pool party for the team last week," Paul said, sitting down on the bed as I started to take some things out of my bag.

"Oh, yeah, the guys seemed to have a blast. My wife was out of town, so the boys could horse around and have fun. Your wife back home?"

"Nah, we separated last year. I caught her fucking her 21 year old pilates instructor," he said pretty matter of factly.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry man. That's fucked up."

"Don't be. I'm kinda enjoying being a bachelor again, fucking whoever I want," he said.

"That's fair. I guess I miss those days too," I joked.

"You wanna head down to the lobby bar and grab a drink before we head out to dinner?" He asked.

"Sure, man. But I need to change out of these work clothes, so how bout I meet you down there? Grab me a beer?" I said.

"Sounds good," Paul said, standing up and heading out the room. I couldn't help but check out his ass as he walked out.

I started unbuttoning my shirt to change into some more casual clothes when Colt walked out of the bathroom, still dripping wet, wearing nothing but a towel.

"Is he gone?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I'm gonna meet him..." and before I could finish my sentence, he dropped his towel and walked over to me, buck naked, and kissed me, running his hand across my chest and then down my abs to my pants, starting to unbutton them.

"Colt, we can't..."

"Mr. A, I want that daddy dick so bad," he said as he dropped to his knees, pulling down my pants and my briefs, my cock already rock hard from seeing his naked teenage body.

"Colt, your dad could walk in at any time." But that didn't stop him from taking my whole cock into his mouth. "Holy shit!" I yelled out, putting guy hands on the back of his head and pulling him into my cock, as it slid down his throat, my eyes watching the water droplets on his back slide down into his crack between his amazing round ass cheeks.

While Colt continued to blow me, Ben walked out of the bathroom, also buck naked, water dripping down his muscular torso. "Fuck, you guys started without me?!" he proclaimed, walking over toward us.

My eyes were fixated on my son and his sexy body, while Colt continued to milk my cock. Ben approached me, and leaned over to kiss me, whispering, "Hey, dad," before we locked lips, almost making my shoot my load right then.

Ben pulled away, licking his lips and grinning at me as he also dropped to his knees, maintaining eye contact with me. Getting closer to Colt and my cock, he leaned in and started kissing Colt with the head of my dick between their lips, their tongues darting around my swollen head.

Looking down at these two boys making out with my cock between them was too much, and my dick immediately exploded, shooting streams of cum. Ben took my dick fully into his mouth, catching most of my load as Colt moved down to tongue my balls, catching the few drops coming out of Ben's mouth. I hoped none of their teammates were right next to us because I was yelling out pretty loud as I continued orgasming. After I finished cumming, I pulled my dick out of my son's mouth, and he turned to Colt to kiss, and share the taste of my load. I watched from above as they made out, wondering if the two of them were a couple.

When they finally finished savoring my cum, they stood up, both still rock hard, and looked up at me.

"We gotta get dressed and downstairs, boys," I warned, concerned that Paul would come barging in the room any second.

"Yes, daddy," Colt said in an overly sexy voice, teasing me. I slapped his ass as he walked away from me to grab some underwear from his bag.

I changed into some more casual clothes while watching the two boys get dressed, almost getting hard again. But I restrained myself, and the three of us headed down into the lobby, where Colt and Ben caught up with the couple of their teammates who were waiting, and I joined Paul at the bar, where he had a beer waiting for me.

"Got distracted?" he asked, almost smirking at me as he handed me the beer he'd ordered for me.

"Uh....no...um, got a call from the wife that I had to take," I said, making up an excuse.

"I'm telling you, man. I've seen your wife at the boys' games, and she's smokin' hot. But being free from the ole ball and chain is pretty fucking amazing too." he said, slapping me on my thigh through my jeans, his grip lingering longer that I'd expect.

"Well, cheers to the boys and doing well at the tourney, and I guess, to living vicariously through you with your newfound freedom. Just don't make it sound too good, man," I joked, smiling back at him, as we clinked our beer glasses together.

We continued chatting, and it turned out Paul was a pretty cool guy. I was disappointed we hadn't connected before. But it was hard to take my eyes off his hard nipples pressing against his shirt, and his muscular arms. Clearly Colt came from good genes.

After a couple minutes, his face got a little serious. "Listen, Jack. I need to tell you something. I've been sitting down here debating whether to say anything, but I'm just gonna say it."

"Ok, sure, man. What's up?" I said, turning to face him, curious at what this could possibly be.

"Well, you know our boys have been hanging out quite a bit lately." I nodded. "I was walking by Colt's room the other day, and he was on the phone, I think with Ben, and I didn't hear the whole conversation, because the door was shut, but I swore I heard them talking about an older guy and his dick." Oh shit, he knows about Colt and me, I immediately thought, my face starting to get red.

"So that night, Colt left his phone downstairs, and, you know I don't do this often, but I looked at it, and in his pictures, I found a picture of a naked man out by a pool. He wasn't posing or anything, and it didn't seem like he even knew it was being taken."

"Ok...."

"So, to cut to the chase, when I got down here, I suddenly remembered where I had seen you before. So I looked at the picture I had sent to my phone, and, well, it's you, man. He must have taken it when they were over at your house without you knowing about it."

He paused to read my face, and I was doing the same with him. He must have taken it through the window that morning when I was taking a swim after my run. I had thought they were all asleep until Ben came out. Shit. Was this guy going to kick the shit out of me for being naked around his son, or even worse if Colt had told him more?! I was actually starting to sweat.

He broke the silence. "Listen, I know you must be fucking mad as hell, but just realize Colt's just a kid, and with all those hormones raging, he's just experimenting. But, look, if you want us to change rooms, man, I completely understand."

It took me a minute to process that he was actually really nervous that I would be pissed at this whole situation. Fortunately, it became clear that he wasn't aware that I had already fucked his son, in addition to just getting sucked off by him 20 minutes earlier.

"Paul, relax, man. I'm not mad, and you certainly don't have to change rooms. Teenage boys are teenage boys, I get it. Don't be hard on him. He's a good kid."

I could tell he was relieved at my reaction and immediately sat back in his chair more relaxed.

"Wow, man, ok, thanks. I really appreciate that. I wasn't sure how you'd react," he said, taking another swig of his beer. He paused a little bit and then said, "To be honest, man. I've been blaming myself for all this."

"Why would you think it's your fault, or that there's anything wrong with him to begin with?" I asked.

"Well, after my wife and I split, I've been dating, and fucking, quite a bit. I mean, we got married when we were 19, so I didn't have much of a chance to play the field or experiment much when I was younger. I try to not expose Colt to anyone, you know, to not confuse him, but a couple weeks ago, I was railing this guy in my bedroom, and Colt barged in and saw the whole thing."

I was a bit taken aback wondering if he had just casually mentioned fucking another guy. "I know that's probably not what you had planned, but our sons need to realize that their parents have sex lives, and that's a healthy normal thing. The fact that your son saw you with another guy isn't going to all of a sudden turn him gay, so don't beat yourself up."

"You think so? I was really freaked out when it happened."

"Really, man. Don't blame yourself. As parents, we guilt ourselves a lot already, but you have a right to have your own adult relationships, even if it's a change for him."

"Man, thanks. I really appreciate that. And sorry to dump all this serious stuff on you right when we met, but I haven't really had many friends to talk to since the divorce. You know, they all knew us when I was married to her, so I can't really talk about this, you know?"

"I get it, man. I'm here for you if you need someone to talk to, any time, man." I said, genuinely meaning it, patting him on the shoulder. "But, I'm curious about something..."

"What's that?" he asked.

"That picture Colt had. Do you still have it? I'm kinda curious what it is."

He chuckled and pulled his phone out of his tight jeans. He punched his passcode into his phone and pulled up the picture before handing his phone over to me.

It was a picture of me just as I was stepping out of the pool that morning, water dripping off my body and a full frontal view. He must have been standing in the kitchen to get that shot.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but...that's pretty impressive," he said nodding to the picture, which showed off my long dick, even when soft.

I laughed a little. "Thanks, man. It's one of the few good things I got from my father."

"Not a bad thing to run in the family," he laughed.

"Dad! Come on! The bus is leaving!" Ben was calling us from the entrance to the bar. I guess we'd lost track of time. We threw back the rest of our beers, I signed the tab to our room, and we followed the team out to the bus to head to dinner.

Dinner was at a local chain restaurant. As soon as the boys walked in, they drew the stares of all the teen girls, and some of the boys, in the place. They noticed and got even more cocky. The coaches and dads, including Paul and me, all sat at a separate table to let the boys bond together.

The conversation ended up being unbearable. First, we were told that it wasn't appropriate to drink at team dinners in front of the boys. Second, the other dads used the time in front of the coach to continuously make a pitch for their sons on the team to get more playing time and to talk up their chances of getting recruited by a D1 university. Paul caught me rolling my eyes and grinned at me from across the table as one dad shamelessly plugged his freshman son for the starting lineup the next day. At least the boys seemed to be having fun, joking around at their table.

Paul announced to the table that he was going to go take a piss, and motioned to me to follow him. I gave it a minute and then excused myself to head out the same way Paul had gone. I was heading toward the restroom when I saw Paul waiting at the restaurant bar with two shots sitting in front of him.

"I got the sense that you couldn't take any more of that either. These may help us survive the rest of the dinner," he joked, handing me a shot and wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

I knew I liked this guy, accepting the shot, toasting with him before we both threw them back. "I definitely needed that. Was I too obvious?" I laughed.

"Let's just say I will be inviting you to my next poker game because you show all your cards on your face, man. I gotta go drain the lizard before we head back."

"Yeah, me too," I said and we both headed toward the restroom.

There were two urinals next to each other in the restroom. Paul walked up to the one on the right, unzipped and pulled his dick out to start pissing. I took the one next to him and exhaled as a steady stream sailed out of my dick.

I glanced over at Paul and caught him staring at my dick as I pissed.

"Sorry, man. Just had to see if that monster is as big in real life as it looked in the picture."

"Well, I hope it didn't disappoint," I joked, glancing down at his dick, which looked to be a good six or seven inches soft, with good girth, comparing it to Colt's cock in my mind. "And doesn't look like you're lacking in that arena either, man."

He grinned, and shook his dick before tucking it back in his pants. I caught him taking another glance at my cock as he turned to go to the sink. I kind of liked the admiration and attention, but still felt a little guilty about what I'd done with his son now that I was getting to know him.

We headed back to the table, and fortunately it wasn't too long before the coach announced that we'd be wrapping up and heading back to the hotel.

Walking back into the hotel behind the group of boys, I asked Paul if he wanted to grab one last drink at the hotel bar before calling it a night.

"Sure, but I got a bottle of Jack up in our room if you wanna hit that instead."

"That'll do, my man," I responded and we rode up in the elevator to our floor.

We ran into Colt and Ben in the hallway on our floor. "Dad, hey, we're gonna go hang out in Blake and Jeff's room for a bit, play some video games, k?" Colt asked Paul.

"Ok, but you guys need your rest before the first game, so don't stay over there too late," he said sternly. Colt nodded, and I gave Ben a nod before the ran off together down the hall.

"You think they're fucking?" he asked me, taking me by surprise as we walked to our room.

"What?!" I didn't think I heard him correctly.

"Our sons, you think they're together, like together together?"

"Uh, I don't know, man. They're a couple of good looking kids, full of testosterone, and kids these days are more open and fluid, so maybe," I responded as we walked into our room.

Paul immediately pulled his shirt off and tossed it on his open suitcase on the floor and kicked off his shoes. I knew he was packing some beefy pecs, but when he turned toward me and gave me a full view, they were even bigger and more defined that I had expected, with big round nipples and light dusting of blond chest hair.

"Man, it's good to get these off," he said, pulling his pants down, his briefs falling with them. I immediately saw the resemblance to Colt's ass. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of navy blue gym shorts that he pulled on. He reached back into his bag and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, turning around with a smile on his face. "Shall we, before the boys get back?"

"Fuck yeah, man," I replied, following his lead and shedding my shirt and swapping my pants for some comfortable shorts, leaving my briefs on underneath.

Paul poured us each a glass and we both sat back on our beds, putting our legs up on the bed.

"Sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to insinuate that Ben is gay. I just tend to blurt things out with people I'm comfortable with."

"No apologies needed, man. Who knows if he is, and even if not, it's not an insult, so all good, man," I responded.

Before we could take more than two sips, the door bust open and the boys came barging in loudly, laughing about something. So much for any peace and quiet.

They paused as soon as they saw us. "Jesus, dad, it sure didn't take long for you to be sitting around half naked," Colt joked. I looked over at Ben, whose eyes were glued on Paul's body. I began to wonder if he was into older guys in general besides me.

"Well, son, Jack and I were just getting comfortable trying to have a drink before you boys burst in. I know it embarrasses you that you haven't caught up to your old man's physique, but you'll just need to deal with it," he shot back.

"Haha, you're kidding, right?! I passed you by a while ago, OLD man!" he joked as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it on the floor, and flexed his right arm, showing off his bulging bicep and shoulder.

"Nice try, kiddo, but you got some more work to do," Paul responded.

"I don't know, dad, I think you're just scared your boy is stronger than you. Why don't we let Ben and Mr. A be the judges?" They both looked over to me.

"I don't wanna get into the middle...." I started to get out before Paul interrupted me.

"Perfect! Good idea," Paul said excitedly standing up and throwing back the last of his whiskey. 

He paused, thinking out the rules in his mind. "Alright, so the two of you will judge on who wins each muscle group and the one with the most points wins once and for all. We'll do shoulders/arms, chest/abs, back, and legs/glutes, ok? To give Colt a fighting chance, we won't do face," he joked, lightly tapping Colt on the side of his face.

I nodded in acknowledgement, as this seemed like some light-hearted father son competition.

"So, do we get to have some of that whiskey?" Ben asked, looking over at the bottle on the side table. I looked over at Paul, who shrugged.

"Ok, but just a little. You boys have at least two games tomorrow, so you can't be having too much," I said as I poured them just a little and handed them their glasses. They both looked at each other and tossed back the whole glass, wincing as it burned their throats. Paul and I chuckled as they tried to act normal.

Thinking this could be fun, I grabbed a notepad and pen from the desk in the room and drew a makeshift table with a row for each of the muscle group categories and a column for Colt and one for Paul. "Alright, let the games begin!" I joked, sitting up on the edge of my bed, Ben, having also shed his shirt, plopping down next to me. "First category, shoulders and arms."

Colt and Paul stood next to each other, shirtless, and each flexed both arms like they were in a bodybuilding competition. Seeing this muscular father and son duo standing next to each other showing off to me started to cause me to get a little hard. I was about to mark who I thought won when Paul chimed in."

"Well don't just sit there, you gotta come feel who's got the most definition and rock hard muscle, Jack. This isn't some amateur bullshit competition!"

I complied, reaching over for another swig of whiskey before walking over to stand in front of Paul, who made eye contact with me as I reached out to put my hands around his bicep first, and then run up to his delt. He then lowered his arm and flexed his triceps for me to get a feel of the wishbone shaped muscle protruding from his arm. It was very impressive. "Very nice," I commented, as Paul grinned.

I moved over to Colt, locking eyes with him as I ran my hands over his familiar feeling muscles while his dad watched on. Having just felt his dad's, I realized how similar their build was, but Colt's arms were slightly bigger and felt more solid. Colt winked at me as I focused on his shoulders and glanced up at his lips, remembering what they looked like wrapped around my cock just a couple hours earlier.

"I don't know, son, what do you think?" I looked back at Ben, catching him taking a sip of my whiskey.

"Can I feel them too? Hard to tell from this far away." I nodded to him to start with Paul.

Watching Ben feel Paul's muscles while he flexed almost made me shoot in my pants. The way Ben looked at Paul's body while he was exploring every inch of his arms and shoulders exuded sexual interest. Paul seemed to feel the same thing, as I noticed his package starting to grow, straining against the tight short shorts he was wearing with no briefs. Paul looked over at me and seemed to get nervous that I'd say something, dropping his flexed arm down and looking away.

Paul and I then watched as Ben inspected his buddy's muscles in front of us. I already knew they were fucking, but I wonder what was going through Pauls' mind as he watched how sensually Ben was caressing Colt's biceps. It should have been obvious by this point.

When Ben was finished, he came back and sat next to me on the bed as we looked at the make-shift scoring sheet. We both pointed to our choice of winner, which ended up being the same selection.

"Round one, goes to Colt!" I announced. Colt's face lit up as he learned he'd beaten his jock of a dad.

Paul patted his son on the back, laughing off the loss, walking over to fill his glass with some more whiskey, and handing it to his son for a prize. "We'll see how the rest of the rounds god. My arms are my smallest asset, kid." Colt threw back the whiskey, this time going down easier.

Round two was chest and abs. While Colt had his dad edged out on his abs, Paul was the clear victor of that round with his amazing pecs. Ben and I both lingered on our inspection of his chest, running our ringers over his firm nipples and light chest hair, which he seemed to enjoy. But having my hands all over Colt's smooth chest and abs gave me a full on hardon, which I had to adjust in my shorts to try and not make it so visible. Ben definitely noticed and smiled at me. Paul celebrated after I announced him as the winner and slapped his son on the ass as the game became tied.

We all took another swig of whiskey before the next round, all of us starting to get pretty buzzed and having a fun time.

The next round was back, and Paul inched ahead of his son with his more developed and defined muscular back.

Colt started to lose his confidence boost he'd gotten from round one, having just lost two rounds in a row.

We all refilled our glasses and had some more whiskey before the final round, legs and glutes. By now we were all drunk. Even though we were all joking around, you could tell that both Colt and Paul were uber competitive and taking the contest pretty seriously. They were both covered with a light coating of sweat from all their flexing, and it smelled like testosterone and manly musk in the room.

"Alright, final round. It's make or break for you, Colt," I announced, building up the tension.

Colt was hopping up and down, like a boxer before a match, and then decided to pull down his shorts since they were covering up his quads, leaving him standing there in front of all of us in a tight red jock strap. I tried not to stare too long so Paul wouldn't notice, but seeing this beast of a kid standing in front of us in nothing but a jock, confident as hell, was turning me on more and more by the minute.

Even though Paul's shorts barely came down his quads, seeing Colt shed his shorts cause him to do the same, leaving him standing in front of us buck naked as his semi erect 7-inch cock and shaved balls dangled in between his muscular thighs. I quickly realized where Colt had gotten his confidence. Ben and I couldn't take our eyes off of it.

As I took another sip of my whiskey, Ben leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I want his dad's cock so bad." I looked over at him and grinned, getting horny at the thought of my son doing with Colt's dad what I did with Colt.

We started with Colt since he was in second place. Ben and I each took to one leg to run our hands up and down his muscular quads, letting my hand brush the pouch of his jock a couple times as I moved my hand higher up his thigh, Ben doing the same as he inspected the other leg. I felt his dick twitch each time I came into contact with it through the cloth. He had some pretty impressive legs, all the way down to his calves, from all the sprints and running at practice.

But then he turned around and showed off his perfectly round and smooth ass, framed by the red straps of the jock. My mind immediately went to the feeling of him guiding my cock into his hole and pumping my load into him.

"Well, aren't you going to feel those muscles too?" he said, looking back over his shoulder as he flexed his ass and then jiggled it in his jock. I looked over at Paul, unsure whether he'd be ok with my hands being on his sons ass, but I decided to go for it, and firmly grabbed his muscular ass with both of my hands, massaging them, and spreading them just enough to give me a glimpse of his pink hole.

I held myself back from wanting to bury my face it in, so I pulled back, deciding that was enough. I lightly tapped his ass, before standing up to move over to Paul, who I think was trying to read me and whether I had a thing for his son after watching me put my hands all over Colt's body.

Ben and I moved over to Paul, still standing there buck naked, and looking down at us while we started inspecting his hairy quads. Ben was the first to run his hand up Paul's inner thigh, almost massaging his leg, until the back of his hand rubbed against Paul's smooth ballsack and the side of his semi-hard dick. It was eye level with Ben, kneeling on one knee, and Ben was fixated on it. I was getting hard just watching him. For a second, I thought Ben was going to just go for it.

Paul seemed a little nervous until he saw that I didn't swat Ben's hands away. In fact, I moved mine up the say way, getting my own feel of his crotch. I inhaled the masculine smell emanating from his groin being so close.

"Careful there, fellas, you're gonna cause me to involuntarily flex another muscle there," he joked.

"Sorry, sir, just trying to feel your whole quad, and it's so big, it got in the way," Ben responded, looking up at Paul with a lustful look in his eyes.

"That's ok, kid. Should I turn around to show you where Colt got that amazing ass from?"

Paul spun around and leaned against the desk, arching his back to stick his beautiful ass out in front of Ben and my face. We looked at each other and then back at his ass. I definitely could see the resemblance to Colt's. We each took a handful, feeling the firmness of his glutes. Ben mouthed "wow" to me as we continued running our hands over him.

After a couple minutes, Paul spun around, now fully erect, and asked, "Well, what's the final verdict?!"

As impressive as Paul's legs and ass were, it was pretty clear he focused more on his upper body when working out. Colt was clearly the winner with his more defined and large lower body muscles.

"Hate to break it to you Paul, but Colt wins this round," I said, still resting on one knee, looking up at Paul while Colt celebrated staying in the game. "Fuck yeah!" Colt yelled out, clearly feeling the impact from the whiskey.

"But wait, doesn't that mean it's a tie?" Paul said. "What's the tie breaker?!" A competitive jock like him wasn't going to just let this competition end in a draw.

"How about the only real muscle that matters for a man?" Ben said, nodding up to Paul's thick cock.

Paul laughed it off, taking another sip of whiskey. "Haha, funny, kid."

"What, dad, scared your son has passed you up in that arena too?" Colt said, goading him, reaching down to pull on his now semi-hard dick through his jock.

"Careful what you wish for, son," he shot back.

"I don't know, seems like a fair way to break the tie if you're both up for it," I chimed in.

Paul glanced over at Colt. I could tell his thoughts were churning while the rest of us three were hoping he'd take the bait.

"What the hell," he said, throwing back the rest of the whiskey in his glass. "You think this hotel has a ruler?"

I got up, pulled the desk drawer out, and unsurprisingly, there was no ruler. "Guess we'll have to measure up against each other. You gents take a minute to get to your longest," I said. Ben and I sat back as Colt pulled down his jock and stepped out of it, and he and his dad both started rubbing their cocks, eager to get hard and long to win the competition. I immediately got hard just watching the dad and son duo playing with themselves. I glanced over at Ben, who was salivating staring at Paul's cock. I knew he'd be after that tonight, but I was still unsure whether Paul would be down for it.

Ben filled another glass and took it over to share a bit with Colt, whispering something in his ear, causing Colt to grin and then nod his head while they both glanced over at Paul.

Ben's hand then slid down until he had it wrapped around Colt's large dick, starting to stroke it, getting it harder. Paul noticed and shot a glance over to me.

"I didn't realize Colt was gonna have a fluffer for this final round," he joked, still stroking his cock.

"I can help you with my other hand, sir," Ben offered.

"Nah, I'm doing just fine. I was just messing with you boys," he said, still watching my son stroke his. "I think I'm ready for the judging. How bout you, son?"

"Yeah, dad. Ben's hand gave me another couple centimeters, haha," Colt said, his hard dick sticking straight up at a 45 degree angle.

I walked up between them. "Alright, men, step up to the plate," as Ben stood right across me.

As Colt and Paul edged forward, I reached out and wrapped a hand around each of their dicks, pulling them closer together. Each of their dicks throbbed when I squeezed them.

"So, how we gonna do this then," Paul asked, seeming a little unsure. But he hadn't punched me yet for grabbing his son's dick.

"We need to lay them on top of each other like this," I said, pulling them closer until Paul and Colt were inches apart, facing each other, each looking down at their cocks, with me in between them, my shoulder touching each of theirs.

Paul's dick was a little thicker so I pulled it down, so it was sticking straight out toward Colt, then pulled Colt's down until it made contact with Paul's, both dicks now touching for the entire length, my hands holding them together.

"Geez, I don't know about this..." Paul said, starting to edge back once his dick touched Colt's.

"Oh come on, dad, this is fun. Just us guys. Plus, I've always wondered how mine compares to yours when fully hard."

Paul looked over at me for some reassurance, and I nodded, pulling his dick back into place. I used the opportunity to squeeze their cocks a little pretending to be pulling them into place. 

Colt's dick was oozing precum at this point, and it was dripping down on the base of Paul's cock.
Feeling Paul's throbbing dick pressed against Colt's ballsack, I looked down and Colt's dick wasn't quite touching Paul's body. It looked like Paul had at least a half inch on his son, in addition to some more girth.

"Ben, can you check from a lower angle, but it looks like Paul may be the victor in this one," I said.

Ben immediately dropped to his knees to be eye level with the father/son cock sandwich in front of him. "Yeah, dad, I think you're right," he responded.

Paul celebrated his victory. "Well, son, nice try, but your old man's still got something on you. Still makes me proud that you're sporting such big meat. And looks like you're leaking like a faucet too," he joked.

"I can take care of that," Ben said, sticking his tongue out to lap up the clear precum oozing from Colt's hard cock while Paul and I watched from above. Paul seeming to be in shock that his son was getting sucked right in front of him. "He got some on you too," Ben said to Paul and before Paul could react, leaned over and ran his tongue along the entire length of Paul's cock, gathering Colt's precum along the way.

"Jesus, kid!" Paul said, jolting back. "Your dad's right here!" He tried to cover up his raging hardon with both hands, looking over at me, waiting for my reaction. Ben stayed on his knees between the three of us, looking up.

"Relax, Paul. I'm good with it. Plus, you need a prize for winning the contest," I said. Paul took some time to process what I'd just said, but before he could say anything back, Ben was back on his dick, taking his swollen head into his mouth, wrapping his lips around his shaft.

Paul's eyes got wide. "Holy fuck," was all he could muster out, as he looked down to Ben and couldn't resist any further. Colt and I stepped closer, and Ben reached up and grabbed Colt's dick in his right hand while he continued to go further and further down Paul's cock.

"Fuck yeah, suck my dad's cock, Ben," Colt cheered on. Paul looked up at Colt, who grinned back at him. "You're such a stud, dad." I could tell thoughts were flooding Paul's mind, just like they had with me and Ben.

After sucking Paul for a couple minutes Ben pulled off and looked up at the three of us, with his lustful teenage eyes and smiled. He turned toward Colt's cock and took the whole thing into his mouth and down his throat while he continued to stroke Paul's dick, still slick with his saliva. 

"Fuck yeah, buddy," Colt egged him on, his waist starting to thrust a little each time Ben took his cock all the way to the base.

I looked over at Paul, who was fixated on Ben blowing his son. "Pretty fucking hot, huh?" I whispered. He hesitated for a couple seconds, not wanting to admit it, but then nodded and said, "So hot."

I pulled my shorts down, letting my hard cock flap up against my stomach, and started stroking, watching Ben go up and down on Colt's cock. Paul looked down at my hard cock, smiling, as he'd been wanting a glimpse of it all night. "Go for it, man," I said, giving him permission to reach out and grab it with his hand. I moaned as he gently squeezed my throbbing dick, running his hand up the entire length and feeling my swollen head. I'm guessing he'd jacked off to the picture of me he had on his phone several times.

I leaned over and kissed Paul, our tongues sliding over each other while I ran my hand across his muscular chest. Colt, still getting blown by Ben, noticed, and cheered us on. "Fuck yeah, dads!"

That caused Ben to pull off Colt's cock and look up. Seeing my cock out, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my head, sliding my cock into his mouth. I groaned into Paul's mouth from the feeling of Ben finally back on my cock. Paul and I parted lips, and he looked down to see Ben blowing me.

He had a shocked look in his eyes, looking up at me, in bliss from the blow job I was getting, and down to my son, who was taking his dad's full cock into his mouth while jacking Paul and Colt's dicks with his two free hands.

"That's so hot, right, dad?" Colt said across to his dad, nodding to Ben working my dick.

"I don't know, son..."

Colt then dropped to his knees and started to tongue the side of my shaft as Ben continued to throat my cock as Paul watched on, continuing to have a shocked look on his face, but still sporting a rock hard, and now leaking cock.

"Paul, our boys, they're amazing little studs, just like us," I said, looking down at the two of them servicing my cock.

"So...you've....you've done this with them before?" he asked.

"Yeah, I've fucked both of them. You're gonna love it," I said, leaning my head back and moaning from the feeling of both their tongues on my cock.

"Ben, why don't you turn back to Paul. Colt, stand up a minute," I instructed. Ben complied, turning to take Paul's cock back in his mouth, grabbing his smooth balls with his hands. Paul moaned deeply at the sensation of Ben's tongue massaging the underside of his dick each time it slid into his mouth.

Colt stood up and I wrapped my arm around him, patting his muscular chest. "Look at this fucking stud, Paul. Your son, created from those nuts." Colt smiled shyly at the compliment, and I leaned in to kiss him passionately while his dad watched on. "Mmmmm, so good, Colt. I missed those lips."

"Me too, Mr. A."

I put my other arm around Paul, resting my hand on the back of his neck, and then slowly pulled the two of their faces together. Their eyes met, both apprehensive and unsure whether the other would back out. "Go ahead, there is nothing stronger than the bond between a father and his son," I encouraged.

Soon, their lips met, and immediately, their mouths opened, their tongues meeting for the first time as I looked on. Paul reached forward and grabbed the sides of Colt's face, pulling him into him as he got more and more into it. Colt responded in kind, moaning in his dad's deep embrace, reaching his hands out to run along his dad's muscular hairy chest while Ben continued to blow him.

They made out for what seemed like five minutes until they parted, still locked on each other's eyes, revealing their deep lust for each other. "Fuck yeah. See, guys?!" I said, looking on.

"Let's go to the bed. Ben, lose the shorts," I said, helping pull him back up from his knees, leaning in for a sensual kiss as he quickly dropped his shorts. "I want you to get on your knees on the bed and show Paul that teenage ass of yours."

He smiled and obliged, taking another sip of whiskey before hopping on the bed on all fours, presenting his ass to Paul, standing behind him on the side of the bed. "All yours, Paul," I smiled and nudged him toward Ben's waiting ass.

Paul leaned down to run his tongue along Ben's hole, causing Ben to gasp and moan loudly. "Oh fuck!" Paul grabbed Ben's cheeks firmly with his strong hands, spreading them wide to let him start to go deep with his tongue while Ben squirmed underneath him. I bent over and grabbed Paul's ripe underwear from the floor and shoved it in Ben's face. He inhaled Paul's manly scent. 

"Please, fuck me, sir," Ben finally begged.

Paul stood back up, positioned his rock hard dick at Ben's hole. He lifted his hand up to his mouth, spit in it, and then lubed up his cock before pushing it slowly into my son's ass. Ben gasped out in pain and pleasure as he slowly slid in, inch by inch. "Atta boy, take that daddy cock," Paul coached him as he monitored Ben's ass for clues that he was ready for him to slide it back out.

On cue, he slid out, until just before the tip was exposed before slamming it back into Ben, causing a slapping sound against Ben's ass. "Oh fuck!" Ben screamed. Paul grabbed his hips with both his hands and started pulling Ben's ass into his cock, getting into a fluid rhythm, accompanied by his deep masculine moans, mixed with words of encouragement. Ben's face was still buried in Paul's underwear.

I wanted to get a different view, so I walked around the bed to Ben's face, giving me a frontal view of Paul as he continued to ram Ben's tight hole. Ben looked up at me, barely able to speak, while his body moved in unison with Paul's pounding. "Dad, he's so big, but it feels so good," he moaned to me. I leaned down and kissed him deep. I stood back up and pulled Ben's mouth to my cock. Paul's momentum pushed Ben forward, causing my dick to slide all the way into his throat, causing him to gag a little, but he didn't pull off.

I fist bumped Paul from the other end of my son. "You like my boy's ass, Paul?" I asked him as I held Ben's head down on my cock. Paul grinned widely, his face couldn't hide the pleasure he was having inside my son, while watching Ben blow me.

"So fucking good, man!" he replied. "But I wanna see you mount my son."

Colt didn't hesitate to climb over the bed and start kissing me in front of his dad. He leaned down and started biting my nipples while Ben still had my dick in his mouth, knowing that drives me crazy.

I reached over and threw Colt down on his back on the bed and after I pulled out of Ben's mouth, grabbed Colt by the legs and dragged up to the side of the bed so that his ass was right in front of my dick, his legs sticking in the air.

I reached down and gathered up some pre cum dripping from his cock and used it to lube up my cock, still wet with Ben's spit. I fingered Colt's hole a little to loosen him up, as he moaned and licked his lips. I couldn't wait any longer, and pushed my throbbing dick head into his eager hole, not giving him much time to adjust to my cock stretching him out.

He gasped for air. "Fuck, daddy, it's so big inside me!" Paul watched on with amazement while continuing to push his dick deep into my son.

"You missed this daddy dick, didn't you, boy?!" I teased him as I started to slide in and out of his ass, looking down to watch my dick going in and out, holding his legs by his ankles as he moaned.
Paul followed suit, and flipped Ben over on his back so that the boys were now ear to ear while Paul and I fucked them, each of us building up a light coating of sweat as we pushed our weight into the boys. Ben and Colt turned to each other and started making out, a view that almost made Paul and me shoot right then.

Colt's ass felt amazing, just like the last time, although now doing it in front of his dad created a whole new sensation for me, especially seeing Ben get railed at the same time.

"Dad, I want you inside me now," Ben said, looking up from underneath Paul.

"Well, Paul, what do you say, wanna swap?" I looked over to him while I was still thrusting in a moaning Colt.

While he was now obviously comfortable plowing my son, I could tell he was still hesitant on taking that next step with his own son.

"Why don't you start with letting him taste that monster cock of yours?" I suggested. He reluctantly nodded, slowly pulling out of Ben as he gave him a passionate kiss on the lips. He got up on his knees on the bed and nudged over until his dick was above Colt's face. Paul looked over at me, to watch my dick in Colt's ass, and then looked down, as Colt grabbed his father's cock and pulled it down to meet his tongue.

As soon as Colt's lips wrapped around his father's cock, Paul started moaning loudly, and a huge stream of cum erupted out of his cock into Colt's mouth and across his face. Colt smiled as he continued to catch as much of his dad's cum as he could, it quickly filling up his mouth, streaming down the side of his face. Ben leaned over to tongue Paul's dick and get a taste of his load as well, kissing Colt with Paul's cock between their lips.

"Holy fucking shit!! I can't believe that just happened!" Paul said, leaning back on his legs once he stopped shooting, cum still slowly oozing out of the tip of his dick.

I leaned down and kissed Colt, getting my own taste of Paul's warm salty load while I kept pounding his hole.

"Jesus, dad, that was a huge fucking load. And it tasted amazing," Colt said, licking his lips.
Paul smiled, realizing that Colt wanted it as much, if not more, than he had.

"Let me have a go," he said to me. Surprisingly, his dick was still rock hard, and he hadn't lost any stamina.

"Fuck yeah, dad!" Colt said, surprised that his dad still wanted to fuck him after shooting such a massive load.

I pulled out of Colt's sweet ass, and Paul took my place, running his hand across Colt's neck and face to get any residual cum to lube up his cock before he thrust it all the way in to the base, knowing that I had just stretched him out.

Colt face showed a mix of surprise, pain and pleasure as his dad's girth cock stretched him out even further. I stood behind Paul, admiring how his ass muscles flexed with each thrust into his son. I patted him on the back and said, "See, he's a real fucking stud, your son."

Meanwhile, Ben was bent over on his stomach watching Colt get rammed by his dad, waiting for me to come up behind him. I walked around and admired the sight of my boy's smooth ass, red from the pounding that Paul had just given him.

He looked back at me over his shoulder and smiled, the look in his eyes melted me, while I guided my cock into his hole. His eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned with pleasure. "Yeah, dad, give me that big daddy cock!"

I quickly got into a fast paced rhythm of sliding in and out of my son's ass, running my hands along his muscular back and his cute lower back dimples and slapping his ass. Looking up and seeing Paul do the same to his boy started to get me close to shooting. Paul looked up at me and we made eye contact, sharing this moment together of fucking our boys.

That sent me over the edge as I leaned over Ben and picked up the pace of thrusting into him, causing me to explode inside him. We both moaned loudly while I continued to shoot loads of cum into his ass, my sweat dripping onto his back and neck and I pinned him down by his arms with my body weight. It felt like I pumped a gallon of cum inside him, while he continued to massage my dick with his ass muscles, pushing back into me to get every inch of me inside him.

"Fuck, dad, you filled me up real good," he turned and said, before we embraced in a long kiss.

I slowly pulled out of him, drops of my cum oozing out of his hole. I leaned down and licked it up, savoring the taste of my load mixed with his boy juice.

Colt started moaning loudly and announced that he was about to cum, even though nothing was touching his cock. Paul's dick must be hitting his prostate at just the right angle. Ben and I edged over on each side of him, wanting to catch his load as it erupted. It soon did, sending streams of cum up in the air, an arc that landed some on Colt's face, the rest on his muscular abs, as Ben and I licked it up. I took Colt's cock into my mouth, squeezing the last bits of his sweet cum out, as his dick continued to throb.

Watching all this made Paul reach his second climax, as he yelled out in pleasure while shooting a load deep into Colt. From the duration and the loudness of his moaning, it was just as big a load as the first one. Colt wasn't in any rush to pull off his dad's cock, as he wrapped his legs around his dad and reached up for him to rest on his chest and kiss him while still inside him, father and son locked together as one.

Soon, Paul and the rest of us collapsed on the bed. The room smelled of sweat, musk and cum, about as hot a smell as I could imagine.

"Fucking hell, guys. I did NOT expect anything like this to happen," Paul joked, running his hands across his face.

Colt rolled over and rested his head on his dad's chest, running his hand across it and down to his crotch. "You're such a fucking beast, dad. That was so hot."

"I agree with that!" I chimed in, slapping Paul's thick muscular thigh, while putting my arm around Ben.

"So, when did you guys all last hook up?" Paul asked us.

"We blew Mr. A in the room while you were waiting down at the bar before dinner," Colt blurted out.

"That's why it took you so long to come down? Haha, shit. I wish I would have walked in on that," Paul responded, his hand now resting on Colt's ass.

The four of us just continued to lay there together, covered in sweat and cum, embracing each other, until we all fell asleep, naked in the same bed, two fathers and their sons...

To be continued.....

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