The finale of this series is a work of erotic fiction meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.
The hotel cocktail lounge was dimly lit even though it was only late afternoon. It was a rather large arena, hosting easy listening bands on the weekends. At the moment there were a few stray businessmen sipping suds at the curved bar and a couple or two at cocktail tables. Since it was mid-week the place was host to hotel guests, generally businessmen. Only one bartender was on duty; on the weekends there were two. That was when locals mixed with guests to enjoy live music and expensive cocktails. Paul, the head bartender, was a renowned connoisseur in the art of designer martinis. At five in the afternoon it didn’t look as if he’d earn enough tips to fill his tank with gas. But, it was still early.
In a far corner of the place, away from the others, two men sat side by side in a comfortable velveteen half-moon shaped booth, their drinks before them on a circular, polished black lacquer table. The theme seemed to be burgundy. Burgundy carpeting, burgundy cushioning, burgundy bar stool padding. The two had met, gotten their drinks and selected a private area where they would not be overheard. They were not guests of the hotel.
Charles (Chuck) Cavanaugh, MD arrived only moments before his companion. He ordered a Vodka Martini, dry with two olives. Paul made them exceptionally well. The other came up behind and slapped a friendly hand on his back. They shook hands, a tequila with tonic was ordered. Paul gave a generous pour and received the equal in gratuity. They took their drinks to the distant booth and settled in for their meeting.
“I’m so glad you called and suggested we meet,” Cavanaugh spoke first. “If you hadn’t, I probably would have reached out to you. There must be some news. I’m dying to hear it.”
“I’ll just bet you are,” the other man smirked. He was in his late thirties, like Cavanaugh. An attractive enough man dressed conservatively in a starched white shirt with it long sleeves rolled midway up his hairy forearms, grey perfectly pleated pants, full in the crotch and accentuating the curve of his buttocks, and a matching tie, the knot loosened now that his business day was done. He had deep brown and what some would call bedroom eyes matching his short hair parted at the side, a strong aquiline nose, full lips slightly upturned at the corners giving him a perpetual knowing smile and a strong, squared jaw, now showing the effects of the famed five o’clock shadow.
After some casual chit-chat Cavanaugh got down to the business at hand. “So tell me, Bruce. I can’t stand the suspense any longer. Did you or didn’t you?”
The other man’s cheeks dimpled as he grinned. “Not so fast, Chuck,” he said, taking a healthy sip of his cocktail. “Let me tell you about it from the beginning.”
“The suspense is killing me, you fuck,” Cavanaugh replied with a huge gulp of his martini. “Get on with it.”
Bruce Cumson, father of Ricky, looked over both shoulders to assure their privacy before he continued. “It happened this past weekend. It was the perfect set-up. My wife works alternate Saturdays and this was her week on. She leaves the house by six-thirty to be at the office by seven. She’s not back until the dinner hour. I’m generally an early riser but that day I slept in, although I wasn’t really sleeping. I was waiting there expectantly for sounds of my son rising.
“I know Ricky’s routine by now. He lollygags in the a.m. Unlike most teens, he’s up fairly early, but he lays around in bed for a while, probably toying with his morning erection. Maybe even beating one off. I remember when I was his age that’s exactly what I did before hopping into the shower to wash up. But Ricky runs a different drill. After a bit he gets up, pads downstairs on bare feet and heads to the coffee pot his mother, my wife, leaves for the both of us. Armed with his cup of java he heads back upstairs and gets the shower going in the bath at the end of the hall. The master bedroom has a private bathroom. Soon as I heard the water running I got out from beneath the covers, stripped off my boxer briefs and got into my own private shower.
“Ricky always takes a long, leisurely shower. I swear the kid uses more water than a family of five. I’ll bet you our next round of drinks that he’s in there jerking his teen dick and fingering his pussy. My own dick was hard as steel with expectation. I couldn’t help but give it a few warm-up strokes, thinking about finally having my boy’s pussy. Remember me telling you at our very first consultation that we couldn’t have his deformity surgically altered due to lack of funds? That’s not entirely true. We could have taken out a loan and made him like other boys. But selfishly, I didn’t want to. I wanted him to stay just as he was.”
“Good decision,” Cavanaugh agreed. “Also smart of you to send him to me for guidance and counseling. I have him totally convinced that getting fucked regularly is essential for his growth. Your idea, my implementation.”
“As if you didn’t benefit by it, as well,” Cumson countered with a knowing smirk.
“Under my tutelage your son has become a sexual athlete. I’ve enjoyed every second of “training” him under the guise of medical therapy. The stories he tells of his adventures are more torrid than anything you’d find between the pages of a dirty book. There is pretty much nothing or no one he won’t do now. It certainly didn’t hurt that the boy is---how can I put this delicately---more than a bit naive.”
“He’s dumb as fuck,” Cumson clarified. “You think I don’t know that? Dumb as a stump. Not playing with a full deck. Dullest knife in the rack. All brawn and no brain. Every cliché fits. But just look at him. Handsome and fit. The best of both his mother and I, as far as appearance goes. His naivety, as you call it, is what made this so darned easy.”
“Yes, yes. We know all that. Just get on with what happened this past weekend,” Cavanaugh urged impatiently. In actuality he didn’t think the eighteen-year-old was all that ignorant, just pleasantly impressionable. It was shameful the father didn’t see it as well.
“I timed everything just right,” Cumson boasted. “I slung a towel over my shoulder, reached for my razor, hefted my cock and walked out of my room. I was already half hard strolling down the hallway to the other bathroom. I paused at the shut door, overwhelmed by expectation, before turning the knob. Of course, it was not locked. Why should it be? It was just us guys in the house.
“Ricky didn’t realize his privacy had been invaded. At least, not at first. He was standing there on the bathmat with a towel over his head frantically rubbing his wet locks dry. My breath caught in my throat and I froze. I hadn’t seen him completely unclothed in a long number of years. He looked like a young Adonis. But, of course, you already know that, Chuck. His upper body is so lean and tight, showing just enough teenage musculature to avoid appearing skinny, The curve of his pectorals with their meaty tit nubs poking out had me instantly salivating. His arms looked strong from all his athletics, their biceps more swollen that I recalled. His torso tapers down to narrow hips, his concave belly revealing not an ounce of body fat but displaying some abdominal etching. His thighs are hard and flared, no doubt from all the running he does in his beloved sports. And those calves are swollen mounds of muscle. Not overly, freakishly muscular, but all of his showing definition. Enough to make my cockhead go thumping against my own abdomen.
“And his cock. It’s a beauty. Almost identical to mine. Possibly an inch shorter but all of it proud Cumson dick. Like me, he is hard. Again, probably toying with his goods in the shower. I know I do. Like father, like son. Of course, I can’t see his pussy from this angle. But I know it’s there. Just beyond those tiny baby-boy nuts. I can practically smell it, taste it. My son is a gorgeous young man. Even if he didn’t have a pussy, it would be so easy for him to get laid.”
“Shit, Cumson, you’ve got me hard now,” Cavanaugh laughed, “and I’ve had him more than anyone else. Unless he’s been holding back on me.”
“You’ve gained his confidence, as I wanted you to,” Cumson replied. “I’m certain he’s told you everything about his sexual exploits. I’m sure he’ll be relating this same story to you at your next session.”
“Either me or Zak,” Cavanaugh corrected. “He appears to have a bit of hero worship for my assistant.”
“This Zak, does he have any idea of our arrangement?” Cumson asked worriedly.
“Absolutely not,” Cavanaugh hurriedly replied. “Doctor/patient’s father confidentiality is strictly in effect.”
“Good. I want it kept that way. At least, for now.”
“So what did Ricky do when he realized he wasn’t alone,” Cavanaugh pressed. “I’m sure you didn’t duck out of the room before he saw you.”
“Of course not,” Cumson spat back, as if affronted. “When he pulled the towel from his head, his hair all mussed now, he saw me and appeared understandably shocked. Not just that I was there, but there with a blazing hard on. His eyes were on it, which made my adult dick throb. Shrugging, I said, ‘morning wood, I see you have the same problem’ as I reached for the mirrored medicine cabinet, explaining that I’d run out of shave cream and needed to borrow his. Of course, that was just a front. I had more than enough in my bath to last me the rest of the month.
“Ricky just stood there gaping and gawking, his pretty lips parted and breathing heavily. In case you can’t tell, under these clothes I am quite fit for a man approaching forty. I’m at the gym at least three days a week and play pickleball at the Club on weekends. But you already know that. We’ve played a few games together. I have what they call a ‘dad bod.’ And, not to brag, but my dick hardens to just over eight inches of thick beef.”
Cavanaugh, also a member of the Eight Inch Club, took another sip of his drink and asked, “He didn’t say anything to you? Just brazenly sized you up?”
“He was tongue-tied. Didn’t know what to say. I mean, it’s one thing to see your dad nude. But quite another when he’s sporting major wood. I asked him if he minded that I shaved there and he slowly shook his head, allowing me permission. As if I needed it. I turned away from him, the head of my big dick sliding along the countertop. I backed up enough to bend from the waist to splash my face with water in preparation for the shave, conscious of the fact that my hard, bare butt was thrust outward. From the corner of my eye I could see Ricky admiring it. I couldn’t help but grin with satisfaction.
“I stood more erect and applied the shave cream to my strong jawed face and neck, the mirror angled just enough so that I could watch my son. He was rooted to the spot, holding the towel in front of his groin in an attempt to hide his erection. There was no need to conceal it, I was already well aware he was sporting. Slowly and seductively I began the shave. I like a nice, close shave so that the stubble doesn’t reappear too quickly. Ricky was watching me breathlessly.
“Have you shaved yet, son?” I asked, knowing full well he hadn’t. Like me, he saves that task for last. “N-no,” he managed. “Then come over and join me. There’s room enough for two.” He thought about it a moment. His Adam’s apple rose and fell as he swallowed hard. I knew that he wanted to. Just was a trifle uncertain. He stepped forward, I shuffled aside. But not too much. We were hip to hip in front of the sink and mirror. He hung his towel over his shoulder just like me, bent to splash some warm water on his teen jaw while I eyed up his firm, young ass. You know how good that ass is, Chuck. You’ve fucked it enough, with my blessing. Hard, high, rounded jock ass.
“I wasn’t sure if he noticed, but my piss eye was already leaking clear lube. I’m betting he did. He was so quiet and, as you know, that’s not Ricky at all. He’s usually quite the chatterbox. He was nervous. He’d applied the shave cream and was using his Bic throwaway to do the job. I decided I really needed to get him a better, man-sized razor.
“The problem with our current situation was, side by side, there wasn’t enough room in the mirror to see what we were doing. And shaving blindly can lead to unsightly nicks neither of us desired. Also, the temptation to take his hand and wrap it around my dick was overwhelming. Of course, I would have returned the favor and taken his in mine, as well, But I didn’t want to risk spooking him and ruining what I had planned. So, instead, I stepped back to give him more room and came up behind him, looking over his shoulder as I continued face grooming.
“When I say I was positioned behind him, I was directly behind him. It wasn’t even intentional---I swear to you, Chuck, it wasn’t---when my cockhead brushed against the small of his back, swiping across like a windshield wiper and leaving a trail of silvery pre-cum. Feeling I needed to acknowledge the blunder I said, ‘Sorry, son’ and Ricky politely replied, ‘It’s alright, Dad.”
“You dog, you,” Carmichael amusedly taunted. “We both know how badly you’ve been wanting that boy’s pussy. You’ll never convince me you didn’t do it on purpose, you filthy perv.”
“Think what you want,” Cumson replied with one cocked eyebrow. “But it was purely accidental. I’m not saying I’m at all upset that it happened. But I was relieved that Ricky didn’t freak. If he had, it would have made the rest of the morning impossible. Well, almost impossible. By that point I was going to take him by force if I had to. I wanted my son’s pussy so bad! Nothing was going to stand in my way.
“I was close to being done with my shave, but I wasn’t about to walk away. I asked how his sessions were going with you. He gave you much praise. Said you were helping him tremendously. Of course, he didn’t know that I was aware of what actually went on in those sessions. Or that I knew everything he revealed to you regarding his sexual conquests. As he stood there unabashedly naked in front of me images of school mates, teachers, doctors and all the others who had fucked him flashed before my eyes. I desperately wanted to be next. After all, I was the main event he was being warmed up for. Every experience he had now came down to this penultimate moment.”
“And he was ripe and ready,” Cavanaugh boasted. “Your boy has been fucked more than any teenage schoolgirl his age.”
“I have you to thank for that,” Cumson congratulated. “You implemented my wishes perfectly. Right down to the last detail. I will forever be grateful to you. Ricky will never know of your part in all this. As such, he will keep his weekly appointments with you and you may continue to fuck him whenever you want.”
“Thank you, Bruce,” Cavanaugh replied, although he already planned to have the boy, as his client or not. “But you’re keeping me in suspense. Give me the details, man.”
Bruce Cumson relaxed back in the comfortable booth, his eyes scanning the few new arrivals. “I was finding it more and more difficult to keep my hands off him as he stood there finishing up his shave. That alone was so erotic. The way the blade traveled over his smooth, unblemished, youthful face. Sliding the towel off my shoulder I cleaned the residue from my own mug while I interestedly watched him. He was just as attentively observing me. I hoped the distraction wouldn’t cause him to slip and mar that cute face. When I saw he was finished I hooked an arm around him just under his teenage pecs and held him close as I used the same towel to slowly and seductively clean him up. His back was pressed against my masculine chest and my cock was burning in his ass cleavage. And what enticing cleavage it is, as I’m sure you well know.
“Ricky kept his eyes on me through the mirror image, as I on him. I don’t think I had realized up until that moment how much he looked like me at that age. Oh, he has his mother’s attributes as well. When I first met her she was a real beauty. Still is a fine looking woman. But there is a lot of me there in him. And there would be a great deal more in him in just a few minutes, if things proceeded according to plan. I was encouraged that he was doing nothing to break my embrace.
“Dropping the towel to the floor I brought my arm around just below the other and held him even tighter to me. I slid the hand of the upper to run over his curved pec and massaged his hard nipple. Ricky moaned and his head fell back on my strong shoulder. If I had doubted it before, I now knew that I had him literally in the palm of my hands. His hard cock was straining and his nude teen body was undulating against my masculine, male front. Huskily, I breathed into his ear, ‘I want your pussy, son. Can I touch it?’ to which he moaned just as deeply, ‘Sure, Dad. Please, feel up my pussy.’
“I can’t describe to you the thrill that coursed through my naked dad bod. I will freely admit to you now, Chuck, that I’ve been jealous of you, Zak, poor unfortunate Dr Wilson, and the host of others who have had the utmost privilege of enjoying that miraculous pussy. Many are the times I have beat off in my office at work as you’ve detailed Ricky’s latest adventure, told to you at his weekly appointment. That last one, all that black dick he’d serviced, was even more mind blowing than the rest. My son has absolutely no inhibitions.”
“Not a one,” Cavanaugh agreed. “Although he still believes cock and cum are good for his physical development, your son has developed a true hunger for dick. Any dick.” Cavanaugh’s was about to burst forth from the crotch of his slacks as Cumson kept him in suspense.
A clearing of a throat alerted the two men that they were no longer alone. At some undetermined point Paul, the bartender, had come up before them. “Would you gentlemen care for another round?” he inquired.
The two men glanced at one another, both unsure how much the mixologist had overheard, if anything at all. “That would be fine,” the doctor spoke up. Paul nodded his head politely and wandered off, a sly smile on his face. He wondered if the cocksucker they spoke of was the same teen who had been at the hotel the other night, servicing the conventioneers lodged there.
“Can’t have been here long,” Cavanaugh figured, “One of us would have noticed.”
“Where was I? Oh, yes. In front of the mirror with my boy in my arms. I had to hunker over a bit to reach down past his stiff teen prick and under his baby-sized balls to locate the target zone. I had an out-of-body experience when my fingertips touched my son’s cunt lips. They were hairless and so soft. I diddled with two fingers, spreading his labia and sinking in. Oh fuck! It was so warm, moist and pillowy. My cock ached to get inside. Immediately locating his boy-bud I rolled it between two digits. His clit is longer and thicker than his mother’s, more like a tiny dick. Ricky was moaning, rocking his head along my shoulder and nipping at my ear bud. If I had any doubt before, I now knew that he was all mine.
“I wanted that pussy. Oh, how I wanted that pussy! I wanted to finger it, eat it and fuck it. Deftly I spun Ricky around, gathered him up and tossed him over my shoulder. I carried him down the hallway to the master bedroom and deposited him on the unmade bed. My desire was to fuck him where I fucked his mother. Kinky, I know, but a man wants what he wants.
“Ricky landed right on target, his head on the pillow and his body sprawled out before me. I paused to take another long look at him. I’d never before seen anything so desirable. My eyes raked over him from head to toe, then back again. I was barely aware that I was licking my lips like a starved man staring at a side of beef. I went down on my hands and knees on the bed and crawled between the spread of his athletic legs until his teen dick was practically in my face. I have never had the compulsion to suck dick before, but suddenly I was overwhelmed by the desire.”
“I know what you mean,” Carmichael interrupted. “Your boy has that kind of effect, even on completely heterosexual men. I swear, he could turn the entire species into switch-hitters.”
‘I fought the desire. And I won. There were more important delicacies in front of me. The primary one being my son’s pussy. A gift of his creation. When it comes to eating pussy I am somewhat a connoisseur. I admit to you—and only you---that it hasn’t been just with my wife. Before and after our union. I’m just a fervent pussy lover. An addict to cunt. It’s been painful all these years knowing my son has one, and yet I dare not touch it. Until now.
“Didn’t even have to coach Ricky. You’ve apparently taken care of that for me, Chuck. He lifted those muscular legs of his, spread them like a wishbone, brought them down to his sides and tucked his calves under his armpits. His gorgeous puss was up and in pile-drive position. My favorite. Scooting right into place I ran my hands up his well-developed hamstrings and sniffed his twat. He’d washed well. A bit too well for my personal taste. But he wasn’t about to lose points for that.”
“In young Ricky’s defense it was early morning and he’d showered,” Cavanaugh explained. “He knows very well that men like the natural scent of pussy. You must have him when he’s fresh out of school, like I do. He is pussy fragrant. I can sniff him before I even step into the examination room.”
“You’ve been a very fortunate man, Chuck. Having my son handed to you once a week. All of this time I have so envied you. But I knew I couldn’t, mustn’t make my move until the boy was fully trained and ready. I didn’t want to take a guileless virgin, although I must admit at my most anxious the thought has crossed my mind.”
“Here you are gentlemen.” It was Paul, with the cocktails. Both men reacted with a start. Bruce had been so engrossed in the telling, and Cavanaugh in the enjoying that once again they had not noticed the bartender’s presence. If anything, how much had he heard?
Efficiently setting the drinks down, Paul retrieved the empties. With a smile on his somewhat attractive face he took a long look at both men as he told them to enjoy the refreshments and turned to walk away. His grin grew wider as he made his way back to the bar. He’d heard enough to know that one man was training the other man’s son for sex with the father. Paul, a confirmed teen lover, was entirely titillated, especially considering that it was the cute boy he suspected it was.
“Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea, meeting here,” Bruce said nervously as he looked around. They were still fairly isolated.
“Nonsense,” Cavanaugh scoffed. “It’s as good a place as any. If he’d heard anything he would more than likely have asked us to leave. Please, go on.”
“Well,” Cumson began, a bit uncertainly. “Looking down at the kid’s pussy and asshole, I wasn’t sure which one I wanted to taste first. Both looked tempting. His pussy started pulsing, its lips fluttering before my desperate eyes. His little ass mouth was doing the same. I was filled with a lust I had never known before. With an almost bestial growl I went down on him, swiping with my tongue from his cunt to his boy hole and back again. Little Ricky sizzled on the bed, encouraging me with his breathless words. ‘Eat me, Dad. Eat my teen pussy,’ he begged. I was consumed with lust. There was nothing that could stop me now. Even if my wife had come home unexpectedly and discovered us, I don’t think I could have stopped. I wanted that pussy more than anything else in life!
“Oh, how he tasted! So fresh, so young! I concentrated first on the pussy, licking his twat lips and sliding my tongue between. Using my hands to hold his clam open I really went to town on it, running my tongue along those warm, pillowy membranes and really taste-testing him. He passed with flying colors. Maybe it was my imagination, but I don’t think any other pussy tasted quite as good. Flicking my tongue against his distended clitoris I saw the physical reaction from him so I took it between my lips, sucking and chewing on the sensitive protrusion. Ricky went absolutely nuts, grasping the sheets below him and sizzling on my marriage bed. ‘Aw, jeez, Dad! Rip my friggin’ clit! Damn, you do that so good. Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Silly boy, I never had the intention to let up on him.
“I ate out that gorgeous pussy like a starved man. Looking down and seeing his baby balls and man-sized cock only made the session even more thrilling. Ricky was leaking heavily from my ministrations and that clear teen juice was dripping down onto him. Somewhat surprised to realize I was growling like a savage, I traded pussy for asshole. Licking the quivering bud I drove my tongue deep inside and swirled it around the delicate tissue like an egg beater. It was a first for me, I must admit. I’ve never been inclined to eat ass before. But after hearing you, Chuck, talking about tongue fucking my son I just had to try. Now I’m a convert.
“I went back and forth between the two apertures for quite a while. Ricky moaned throughout, rocking his head from side to side on his mother’s fluffy pillow. When I was eating his twat I had two fingers stuffed up his gripping asshole, moving them in a simulated fuck. Likewise, when I ate ass I was fingering his pussy. My fingers were dripping with all the cunt juice he provided.
“My eight inches were painfully hard, throbbing madly to the increased beat of my heart. I realized I couldn’t wait any longer. I just had to have some of that pussy you’ve been raving about. My own son’s pussy. Beyond excited, I could hardly believe we had reached this momentous point. All those weeks and months of hearing my jock son’s stories of debauchery second hand, jerking off in the shower at home, next to his bed as he slept, behind my desk at the office just thinking about Ricky’s pussy. And now, finally, I would own it.”
“Oh yes, yes!” Cavanaugh gasped, sliding lower on the seat and shifting uncomfortably. “The expectation is going to make me cum in my pants!”
“I lowered his goodie basket down to a more advantageous level. Still fingering his pussy I looked him in the eye and told him, ‘Daddy’s going to fuck you now, baby boy.’ Ricky looked back at me through star struck eyes and huskily replied, ‘Oh, yeah, please Dad. Give my pussy a real work out.’ By that point I didn’t care if he wanted it or not. I would have taken him by force if I had to, I’m ashamed to admit. I was too far gone. Visions of cops, Coaches, team members, blacks and all the others who’d fucked my boy flashed through my mind as I brought my hard cock to his twat. Ricky was lewdly fingering his pussy right before my eyes, practically begging for it.
“I was up on my knees so close that I could feel the heat of his pussy washing over my dick head. While Ricky casually slid two fingers in and out of his pussy---for my benefit, I was certain---I placed my fat thumb to the head of his smooth vulva and sunk it between those quivering lips. I thumbed his clitoris while Ricky frigged his hungry puss. ‘Do you train your pussy every day, son?’ I asked, already knowing the answer. ‘Sure, Dad. The doctor says it’s real important for my growth.’ Wondering how I could possibly have raised such a naïve little slut, I ventured further, ‘Does Dr. Carmichael help to train your pussy?’ As if I didn’t already know you were banging fuck out of my boy, you horny bastard. ‘Oh yes, Dad. Dr. C works my pussy muscles out real good.’ I take it that my son has grown affectionate for you, Chuck. I should be jealous, I suppose. But I know where he comes home to, a father who will be expectantly awaiting him every fucking night from now on.”
Carmichael raised his arms and spread his fingers in mock defense. “Hey, I’m only the kindly gyno.”
Cumson grinned from one side of his mouth. “Kindly perv, is what you are, you dog.”
“There are bonuses to my profession,” Carmichael amusedly allowed, while noticing that Paul was frequently glancing their way. It could be that he was checking on the progress of their imbibing. Or was it something more?
“Grasping his working wrist I redirected his hand from his pussy and wrapped it around my throbbing pecker. ‘Nice dick, Dad,’ he said as he squeezed and fondled. He had no idea how “nice” it was soon to get. ‘You could really keep me in training,’ he went on. We were obviously of one mind. The little cock whore followed up with, ‘If you were to help me out, y’know, feeding me that muscle developing cum, I wouldn’t need to be spending all your money on those appointments with Dr. C.” Carmichael didn’t like the sound of that. “Don’t worry yourself, Chuck,” Bruce reassured him, “I told the dumb jock I had done the research and a variety of male seed was the catalyst for muscle growth. He gave me a wide-eyed ‘realllllly?’ while lovingly stroking my eight inches from head to root.
“I was so horned up that I thought he might bring me off with just this simple stroking. That wouldn’t do. Moving his hand away I directed my happy dick to the long slit of his pussy. I’m fairly certain I whimpered like a schoolboy getting his first piece when the pink folds of his luscious labia budded like the petals of some exotic flower. It was fucking beautiful! Unconsciously holding my breath I pressed into it. My swollen cock head disappeared into that soft, moist abyss. Grasping his raised shanks I involuntarily cried out, tossed my head back and shivered from head to toe. With a mind of their own, my hips shoved forward and inch after inch of hard daddy meat slipped into his man-eating cunt. With my hairy groin pressed up against him my cock uncontrollably throbbed in the awesome ridged and naturally lubricated walls of his vagina. Was it just my imagination or did my son’s cunt feel better than any I had dipped into before? While it had expanded to allow entry those wet, mucous membranes clung to my rod, kissing it and making my lust increase.”
“Yes, yes,” Cavanaugh excitedly interrupted. “I know exactly what you mean. I thought the same thing the first time I got into him. His pussy is like none other. It must have something to do with the shared genes.”
Bruce spat disgusted air. “My wife’s cunt is nothing like my son’s. Cripes, I wish it were. I would never leave the house. As it is, I’m having a hard time leaving for work knowing he is still there, alone before he heads off to school. I’m tempted to write him an excuse, keep him home and fuck him all day long. I could never, never get enough of that pussy. But, I digress.
“There I was in my bed, on my wife’s side, up inside the male pussy of my own pride and joy. Looking down at his cute face I realized I wanted him more than ever. The way he was looking at me told he felt the same. Or, is that the look he gives to all those who fuck him? It didn’t matter. Right then and there it was just him and me. And I was going to fuck my son. I was going to make him forget all the others, including you, Chuck, I’m sorry to say. From this moment on his Dad’s cock was going to be numero uno on his fuck chart. I had waited a long, long time for this.”
“It was well worth the wait, wasn’t it.” It was a statement rather than question.
“Fuck! It was more than I expected. Just looking down at that hot little jock, my dick buried to the balls inside him, was enough to make me want to cum. I fought the urge even though I knew I couldn’t last long. But that was alright. I was so sexed up I would cum again and again. We had all day to make up for lost fuck time.
“’Fuck me, Dad,” he practically begged, a look of desperation on his adorable face. I’ve always spoiled my son, given him anything he wanted being he was my only offspring. I wasn’t about to disappoint him now. He moaned as I pulled back until only the head was inside his steamy hole and then slowly but steadily slid it back in. It was torturous for Ricky, even torturous for me, but I wanted to feel every fucking millimeter of that pussy. Once I had familiarized myself with the terrain I fucked more steadily, using the entire length of my dad dick. Ricky was obviously into the fuck, moaning as I skewered him deep and then sighing as I drew back. His hard teen dick was wobbling all over, pulsing heavily and leaking clear fluid. I have never felt the compulsion to put my mouth on a dick, but at that moment I wanted to swallow him whole. And would have if I wasn’t otherwise occupied.
“My strikes became more frequent until I was really pounding him. My features were set in sheer determination, eyebrows knitted, eyes ablaze and teeth gnashing. Ricky was loving every fucking minute of my savage thrusts. The sounds of our bodies clashing reverberated off the walls of the master bedroom. Ricky’s nonstop moans were so erotic that I felt compelled to fuck him even harder. Soon I was charging him like a bull, beads of sweat dripping from my dad bod as I skewered him. That pussy was everything I had ever hoped for. Even, possibly, more. It was mine now and would remain forever mine. I had staked claim.
“All too soon I felt the tightening of my nuts, the rush of blood through my temples and the sound of my ragged breathing. With one final, gut-wrenching thrust I buried myself deep inside my son and cried out as I climaxed in his wonderful pussy. My entire body jerked and shuddered as heavy loads of dad cream shot from my cockhead to cream Ricky’s insides. Ricky was thrashing about, frantically clinging to the sheets and moaning like a bitch. I was going through my last surge when a geyser of teen cum suddenly erupted from my boy’s dick, hung suspended in midair for a moment and then splashed down on his heaving torso. I resumed fucking him with short, deep strokes as his cock continued to spurt. All at once I felt the contorting of his pussy and a warm wetness splashed around the root of my dick. Not only was he shooting from his teen dick, his teen pussy was squirting as well! It was a double release from him. I swear I have never seen my son look so fucking sexy as at that moment when both his sex organs were exploding simultaneously. His upper body rose and crashed down with each toe-curling surge. It was beyond amazing!
“I dropped down in push-up position over him, staring into his handsome face---a likeness of my own at his age. The euphoria on his features was mind blowing. He whimpered, as if the strain of a double orgasm had been too much for him. Hungrily, I brought my lips to his and kissed him. It had been a long time since I’d done that. And even then, it was a peck on the forehead or cheek. Now my mouth was mashing with his. Ricky instantly responded to the kiss, running his fingers through my thick, short hair as we mugged it up. My tongue shot to the back of his throat. He sucked on it like some sort of cheap whore. It was highly erotic. I realized my cock was throbbing once more.”
“You’re one lucky dad, Bruce Cumson,” Cavanaugh remarked, fully aware that his own cock was knocking against the zipper of his slacks and possibly leaking pre-cum.
“But we weren’t finished. Far from it. Tearing myself away from his hungry mouth I rolled off him and lay on my back with my stiff cock standing up at attention. I’d like to think my boy was impressed that, even after some a monumental release, I was still hard and ready for more. ‘Sit on my cock, Ricky,’ I commanded in a totally un-fatherly-like tone. He looked confused for a moment. Dumb jocks. But then his handsome face lit up with understanding. I’ll bet your next paycheck to mine that he didn’t even suspect I knew he wouldn’t be a stranger to asshole fucking. After all, he didn’t know of the connection between you and I, Chuck. And he must never know.”
“Not from my lips he won’t. You’re the one paying my fee for his, ahem, consults. And quite handsomely, too.” Cavanaugh noted.
“Yes, well, after having had him it seems to me you are being compensated in more ways than one. Where else would you find a superb pussy like my son’s?”
“We can renegotiate,” Carmichael quicky replied. He certainly didn’t want to lose his good thing.
“My dick was throbbing and swelling even larger with the anticipation of having young Ricky’s ass. The little cock slut threw a leg over my prone body, straddled my groin and propped his ass directly over my hard meat. I literally held my breath as he descended. When his smooth, warm asshole touched my wet cockhead I gasped, my hips thrust upward of their own accord and my cock shot into the kid’s steamy hole. Fuck, Chuck, I’d never felt anything quite like it. The devilish teen winced and gasped. There was a look of sheer torture on his normally cute features. But that didn’t stop him from bearing down on my dad meat, steadily enveloping inch after inch until his butt cheeks were quivering on my loins.
“While I knew from your retelling of his tales that my son’s hole had been tapped numerous times, one would be hard pressed to tell. It was so deliciously tight on my man-meat. Like a moist sleeve that gripped with all its might. I swear, he didn’t even need to move. I truly believe a guy come cum just from resting there in that awesomely tight, gripping channel. But to my delight and amazement Ricky began bouncing up and down on my full eight inches. Slowly and steadily at first but picking up speed with each round. Soon he was energetically shoving himself on my cock. His own dick was wildly bouncing around as he rode me. I took hold of it in one fist and gave him a hand job while the little fucker slammed that hot ass on my prick.
“Ricky came first, spurting another hot and generous load across my chest clear up to my chin. I kept beating him off even after the last of it had drained. Quickly I felt myself reaching that point of no return. Fuck, I didn’t want it to stop. Not so soon. My only consolation was that we would be able to repeat this many, many times into the future. When I came it was almost an out-of-body experience. I gritted my teeth, squeezed my eyes tightly shut and let out such a growl I’d be surprised if it didn’t frighten him, at least a bit. The cum exploded from my cock into his taut asshole. I writhed, strained, and attempted to force my body clear through that mattress. It was an even more ferocious release than the previous one up his puss. Ricky didn’t stop. He frantically moved up and down my shooting cock, churning up my dad cum, some of it leaking from his gaping ass lips.”
“Hot damn!” Carmichel exclaimed, readjusting his own straining cock.
“You’re not shitting! It was the hottest fuck I’d ever taken. I’m an asshole addict now. Never had one before. Now it’s all I think about.”
“I could take you on as a patient,” Carmichael offered slyly.
“Fat chance!” Bruce retorted. “If anybody’s going to break this ass in it’s going to be my own son. But nice try, you sly dog.
“We laid there for a while catching a breath, so to speak. Ricky was atop me, enfolded in my loving arms. His spent cum was bonding us together. And we were both still hard! Couldn’t get enough of each other. I was running my hand over his back marveling at the fact that in a relatively short space of time I had breached both my son’s pussy and asshole. Yet my deviant cock still wanted more.
“Ricky knew it, too. He broke our father/son embrace and planted little, wet kisses in a trail down my throat, chest, around my erect nipples, sternum, navel and, when he finally reached it, my cock and ball bag. Taking it in hand, he raised my throbbing meat and licked up the underside. Looking across at me all-so-innocently, the green-eyed pussy boy said, ‘Doc C says I need to swallow lots of cum in order to develop my muscles. Will you help me out, Dad?’ Cripes, my balls were churning. While you, Chuck, might have delivered that bit of bullshit, it was my idea all along. I just didn’t realize how gullible my son actually was. ‘Anything I can do to help, son. I’m not really certain,” I added, “but I hear it’s even more potent when it comes from your own Dad.’ Wide-eyed he took the bait, hook line and sinker.
“Ricky’s lips were locked around my bulging cock head in an instant, already sucking for cum. His athlete’s hand was twisting up, down and around my slick rod. I was propped up on my elbows, watching with disbelief. I’m not exactly sure, but I think my mouth was hanging open in astonishment. My baby boy was guiltlessly sucking my meat, the one that helped create him! And, fuck if he wasn’t good at it! Damned good! Those fellows down at the glory holes you told me about had no idea how lucky they were. I was already considering going down there one night when Ricky was servicing, sticking my cock through that anonymous hole and seeing if Ricky recognized it.”
Much as he tried to stop it, Carmichael’s lower lip was quivering with sexual excitement. He wanted to haul his cock out right there in the cocktail lounge and stroke it. While he was already quite familiar with Ricky’s oral skills, the idea of the teen doing it to his own dad went beyond eroticism. Bruce told a tale as vivid as young Ricky, making Chuck feel as if he was there watching it enact before him.
“Those pouty lips of his ate their way down my erection, taking more and more of my happy cock. To my utter amazement, with one huge gulp he swallowed the entire thing down his throat! My ass shot up off the bed as if I’d been electrocuted. Ricky stayed with me, his esophageal canal doing all sorts of marvelous things to my buried meat. You told me how adept he was at taking cock, but I had no idea he was so dammed good. He certainly didn’t inherit his talent from his mother; she balks at the idea. In general, she’s a pretty lousy lay. Ricky, on other hand, is a true find. You were right, Chuck, when you said I should have been enjoying him long ago.
“Ricky came up off my prick, slowly and steadily, his eyes locked with mine. Firmly holding my cock, he rubbed the head over his face from one cheek to the other, leaving a trail of silvery pre-cum behind. Then he had it in his mouth again, sucking voraciously as he beat my meat. He began bobbing up and down on it rapidly, taking my cock from a variety of angles. My head scraped over the ridged roof of his mouth and crashed against the inside of his cheeks on one side and then the other. His tongue was in on the action as well, rapidly flicking against the corded underside and taunting that bundle of nerves just under the crown.
“Each time he swallowed it whole was like a bonus. I’m sure I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know, Chuck, but that boy can fuck a cock just using his throat. It totally amazed me when he would rise up and immediately slam back down on it. He was aggressively fucking my entire unit with his face. Damn, I wanted this to go on forever. And I thought it might, being that I’d just had two explosive ejaculations. But, sonofabitch if those telltale signs weren’t taking possession of me. I bucked, I thrashed about, I held Ricky’s head down on me and shot another huge load straight down into his belly. Ricky clawed at my hands for release and, weakened by my continuing contractions, I let him go. But Ricky wasn’t fighting for freedom. Dislodging the shooting cock from his throat, he let it spurt in his mouth, torturing the underside with his tongue as he drank my cum. I could only imagine you telling him he had to take his medicine orally in order for it to be effective. You’re such a sly fox, Chuck.
“This time I was totally spent. Surprisingly, I just couldn’t take any more. I was fucked out. Ricky, on the other hand, could have gone for another round or two. Such a jock! Always up for a physical challenge. Eventually we rose and showered. I held against me, his back to my chest, reached my arms around his athletic teen body and rubbed his tit nubs with one hand while the other stroked him off. Ricky shot like a cannon again.
“Every night since I have been slipping into his room after the wife has fallen off to sleep and we’ve engaged in our newfound relationship. Ricky shows no regret. I certainly have none, either. I am my son’s lover. His pussy is all mine. And whomever I decide to share it with. Speaking of which, the wife is going to be out of town this Saturday evening. I’m having a few guys over to play cards. No high stakes, just dollars. Ricky is going to provide the entertainment. He’s very excited about it, already calculating how much cum he can devour. Keeps telling me how much his biceps grew after our session. Oh, he’s developing, for certain. But I think that has more to do with his athleticism and maturity. Once my guests get a look at his pussy there will be no stopping them. Or my son.
“I would invite you over, but I still don’t want Ricky to know of the connection between you and I. I’m not so sure he would be as forthcoming with me about his exploits. And I so enjoy hearing them.”
“I understand, Bruce. I’m just glad that you have entrusted me with your son’s, um, care,” Carmichael responded, thinking of all the audio recordings he had made of the boy’s sessions from the time of his initial visit. Wouldn’t Bruce just love to have a listen to them! In his mind he considered the fact that Bruce might soon realize he no longer needed the doctor’s assistance. Carmichael was not yet ready to give up his good thing. Those recordings could work as “payment” for keeping the hot pussy boy as a patient.
Chuck eagerly awaited Ricky’s scheduled appointment the following day. When he dismissed his receptionist he eagerly approached the examination room where the patient awaited. He had arranged for his assistant, Zak, to be off that particular day. Chuck wanted Ricky all to himself.
When he stepped into the room Ricky was already undressed and on the examination table. His upper body was leaning on one forearm while he diddled his pussy with the hand of the other. By gosh, the boy actually did look a bit more muscular than last week. Could there actually be something to cum therapy?
“Hello, Ricky. I see you’re feeling quite well today,” he greeted as he removed his white lab coat and reached for the clasp at the front of his trousers.
“Doc! Have I got a story to tell you! You’re not gonna believe what happened…..”
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