Let’s have sex not talking about sex
“Let’s have sex not talking about sex”, that’s the post-it I could read on the fridge when I entered the kitchen that day.
I soon sat on the living room couch reading a book cause there was still more than an hour ahead for lunch. The bathroom door was open and there I could suddenly see with surprise and totally horny my son Basil having a shower and instantly taking a hand to his dick and masturbating. He should know I was home and obviously he wanted to see me.
My son, Basil Jessup, was 25 now and would start university in two months, he would study English philology.
I’m Maurice Jessup, 46 right now and I’m a real estate agent. I started looking at Basil’s hot naked body, first time I saw that hot boy naked, as he was having his shower and playing with his dick and I remembered what had happened yesterday.
I was trying to read a book dejected on the couch and bitterly crying over Ada when Basil saw me and sat by me. Of course he asked me.
-What is it you have, dad?
-I’m afraid I’ve lost Ada. Things between her and me got colder day by day but today we’ve had a row and she has told me she doesn’t want to see me anymore.
I was a widower since soon after Basil was born and of course he was never shocked if I tried with a girl and I’d been dating Ada for a year and a half.
Suddenly I broke down completely. I think I’d fallen in love with her and it took me now some time to notice that Basil was sweetly stroking my crotch. When I realized what he was doing, I told him nothing but did the same to him and also stroked his crotch as if this sweet act of a father and his son was something natural and relaxing. So I started asking him then, both our hands in each other’s crotches.
-What have you been doing today, Basil?
-Well dad -we started having an everyday conversation all the time making each other hard-, soon after waking up, I started studying a bit, cause I know I’m still not good at English literature, so I started reading about Dickens but have also spent half the morning reading Great Expectations. I am enjoying the book -and as he told me about Dickens, as if it were something totally logical, he unzipped my fly, took my dick out, totally hard by then and started wanking me and so as not to talk about what he was doing, he talked of something else.
-But I will also have to study Shakespeare and I think I’ll start with him tomorrow.
It was so hot to do what we were doing that I also unzipped his fly, took Basil’s dick out and there we were, masturbating each other and not talking about it for it seemed that Basil’s intention was keeping the silence. In that moment I was not thinking of Ada, my son was helping my heart as well as my cock.
As Basil kept on masturbating in the shower, I thought how tender it had been our first dad-son masturbation yesterday. And since I had read his note on the fridge and known this is again what he wanted, now I also took out my cock and started wanking looking at Basil. His young body now made me hornier than girls’ bodies. As I started, I saw Basil had seen me, winked at me and went on jacking off.
After our first masturbation yesterday, how hot it had been to see my Basil cumming, so hot that I came too in that moment, my son approached me and tenderly kissed my lips. I’d never kissed a boy before but I loved to be kissing that handsome boy I had for a son.
But I still had to be surprised when I suddenly noticed that Basil was sucking my cock! Hard to believe but that’s what he was doing. Instead of behaving like an asshole and telling him any stupid words, I decided to let him continue, so hard his dick, still out, was getting, so he was enjoying and that was my only consideration. Obviously he was doing all this to make me forget Ada and my heart was so confused now that I started crying as he sucked my cock, but now it was due to the sweetness of what he was doing. I’ve always loved my son deeply but I couldn’t love him more than now.
And he continued sucking my cock for ten more minutes till I ended up cumming in his mouth totally by surprise but he drank it all as if he also enjoyed drinking semen.
I was so moved by him that now and again saying nothing it had to be me who did it to him, the one who treated him that affectionately. And I was remembering my first blowjob as I was watching Basil’s dick in the shower about to cum.
It was maybe the moving surprise that Basil had dared suck my cock in order to soothe my heart, which he had certainly managed to do; it was maybe that Basil was such a sexy son; the fact is that no sooner I started sucking his cock, I was sure that I never wanted him to cum, so that this blowjob could be eternal and I could be savouring his dick for hours. Such a surprise! It was then that incredibly I started forgetting Ada and my mind started to focus now on Basil as my only sexual desire now.
I would like to suck his young dick every day but I’d let him choose. I mean, maybe today he’d been helping me but would not like to repeat. If this was the case, this would be the only time I’d suck his cock. But maybe he would like to blow me again and in that case I would gladly give him a daily blowjob.
This I was thinking the ten minutes he took to fill my mouth of his warm spunk. His face then was that of delirium. But he was quick to tell me.
-I’m not gay, dad.
-Neither am I, Basil.
And curiously the rest of that day, we did not have any more sex or talk of sex.
Finally I saw Basil cumming in the bathtub. Now he would finish his shower but I would keep on looking at his naked body till I came. And I did cum a couple of minutes later.
When Basil left the bathroom, he hadn’t put his clothes back on, he had come out totally nude, I saw him moving to his bedroom, on the right, and two minutes later I saw him with a book on his hand and still with nothing on, he lied on the living room carpet and started wagging his ass.
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