A virile birthday bash

Richard and Helen had only one child named William. They raised him according to their Catholic background. As a kid, William was embraced affectionately by his parents, but he never saw them exchanging a kiss, let alone a hug. “Maybe they do that in the bedroom, behind closed doors…” When he became a teenager, William heard his classmates talk about boobs, but he did not pay attention to the girls in his junior high school. He was too shy or maybe different…

At 17, William’s life changed drastically. He lost his mother in a car accident, and felt lonely and depressed. To curb any psychological trauma, his father suggested that they share his queen-size bed. Richard was a well-fit man with a hairy stomach, firm thighs and strong arms. He snuggled against his son and that made him feel good, made both of them feel good in fact.

Richard and William often used the bathroom at the same time. They saw each other’s cock when peeing or taking a shower. “No problem, said daddy, we’re both adults now, you’ll be 18 next month.” William slightly turned around in the shower, afraid that his father would see him blushing. He grabbed the shampoo and started to wash his hair.

• Hey, son, can you rub my back with the soapy glove?
• Of course, dad. I can also rub further down if you want…
• Good idea, that will relax me.

William gave his father the first of many massages in the shower. Each time, he sensed that Richard’s dick kind of hardened when the soapy glove reached the ass crack. Curious, he asked his father to do the same on him. Lo and behold, William got a hard on.

- It’s only natural, son. My gun is also sticking up. We can shoot if you want.
- Do you mean… ugh… mas-tur-bate? Isn’t that a sin?
- Not when you’re almost 18 and you do it with your dad.
- I’ve never done mutual masturbation, but I’m willing to learn.
- I will gladly be your teacher. On your birthday I will add something even more exciting.
- Wow, can’t wait to turn 18!

Face to face in the shower, Richard and William rubbed their genitals. It seemed that both of them never got a hard on so quickly and so firmly. Daddy suggested that they press each other’s balls with their knee and start squeezing the juice with a soapy hand. The explosion was instantaneous. “You’re a good student, William, you learn fast.”

On June 18, 2018, William turned 18. This Golden and Beddian Birthday called for a big celebration. His friends held a pizza and beer party, but William kept wondering what “exciting thing” his father would add. When he got home, the lights were dimly lit, there was a soft music murmur, and the door of his father’s bedroom was slightly opened. “Come on in, son, your birthday gift is on the bed.” The only thing on the bed sheet was a smiling father in a bright red jockstrap.

- Daddy, you look pretty hot, if I may say so.
- Yes, you can, and the heat is about to rise. You are now 18, I’m 51, add it up and that’s 69. Your birthday gift is man-to-man pleasure in the 69 position.  

Richard invited William to get undressed; he reached under the pillow and pulled out a red, white and blue jockstrap. “Put this on to start, son, you’ll feel sexy!” The 69 position was something new for Richard also because his wife had always refused any other position that the “missionary” one. Daddy and son were now exploring new territory that would prove to be a wild venue.

William followed his daddy’s directions and positioned himself to bury his face in a bulging red crotch, while Richard licked his son’s red, white and blue jockstrap, triggering an immediate appetizing swelling. They both massaged each other’s wrapped balls while biting their partner’s cock until it busted out of the jock garment. Richard set the pace: kissing the mushroom, licking it, swallowing the whole pistol, sucking it like a popsicle. William echoed each movement, catching his breath to moan with pleasure. They exploded simultaneously, creaming each other’s face.

In the weeks that followed, father and son had fun in the shower, in the bedroom, in the living-room and in the swimming pool. Richard decided it was time to explore the divine area, the sublime territory, the virile haven… I have named the ass, the butt, the back-door, the hind-quarter. After having sucked his son’s cock, he gradually licked his crack and started to tongue twist his ass hole, which he called a rose bud. William was trembling with pleasure.

- Fuck, daddy, I had no idea my shit hole could be a happy ending!
- You haven’t felt half the thrill yet, sonny.
- What do you mean, what more can you add?
- My hard pounding weapon is next.

Richard used his spit as lubrification, plunging first his index, then his middle finger. William reacted by tightening his ass muscle, but Richard invited him to relax. He then slowly but firmly inserted his pistol in the boy’s welcoming haven. The rest is history, and it is well known that history repeats itself, thank God!