Blue Pill

I knew Steven was particularly worked up that day, but getting on all fours on his apartment bed and telling him to mount me doggy only made him that much more excited.

He didn't fuck me hard, but his strokes grew fast and almost impatient. Needy. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck," he hissed, holding on to my hips then stopping his thrusts immediately, trying stave off orgasm. His efforts were unsuccessful and after a short breath, he cried, "Shit!" and I knew his dick was spurting inside me. Immediately, he resumed pounding my ass to ride out his orgasm as best he could.

"Sorry," Steven muttered as he finally pulled out. I slipped out from beneath him and got to my feet. My dick was erect but I'd try to be a good boy and save that for fucking my wife later. Steven's mother.

I leaned in and gave my son a quick peck. "It's all good, son. Glad you enjoyed it."

Steven nodded excitedly. "Oh yeah, Dad. That was incredible."

I patted his shoulder and stepped into his bathroom to rinse off. Maybe I was disappointed. I knew Steven was good for some more make out time, and he'd go extra deep into the kissing to make up for his short trigger. Like he always did.

Unde the shower spray I soaped up my crack and dug extra deep into the hole to clean out well. My son might be quick at the draw, but he sure shot a hell of a cum load. I wanted to leave some of his seed up in me, but I rooted around for the semen near my entrance, so I wouldn't leak out too much later on the ride back to the suburbs.

Finally confident I'd cleaned myself well, I turned off the shower and dried off.

When I stepped back out, Steven was leaning up in bed, his muscular and trim body looking pretty damn amazing for 24, with just the right amount of hair. Only his cheeks were flushed and he looked down with surprise and frustration at his cock, which was fully erect still.

Steven looked up at me with flushed red cheeks. "I took a pill," he said sheepishly, "Hoping it would help me last longer."

My son's a smart guy, I swear, but he can be naive about some things. I chuckled and stepped closer to him, reaching down to grip his erection. "Rock fucking hard, buddy," I chuckled, giving the ramrod spike a slow stroke.

"Yeah," Steven grunted, his upper body kind of relaxing against my sides. He hadn't been an athlete or anything, but he started hitting the gym in college and now had an impressive body to show for his effots.

I was getting turned on feeling my son's spike and the fact I hadn't gotten off made it worse. Still, I was concerned the stimulation was too much for him. "Is this uncomfortable?" I asked in a soft voice.

He shook his head. "Not really. I mean, I'm very sensitive down there right now, but it's a fun sensation."

I leaned in and kissed my son. He responded excitedly, and I could sense the range of conflicted sensations in his body. Satisfaction from having gotten off combined with my teasing him sexually.

I pulled off finally and reached over for the lube. I was really turned on when Steven pulled out the giant, economy-sized bottle of silicone lubricant a few weeks ago, knowing how much we were going through.

We were going to go through some more now. I pumped out extra, to ease the friction on my son's cock and I loved his grin as I slathered his stick. "Feels nice, Dad," he hissed.

"Yeah, buddy?" I teased, now straddling his waist.

Our kiss was heavier now. Steven's hands on my thick, strong back as he pressed his tongue into my mouth. I reached back and felt for that viagra-ed up dick. My son's hardons are pretty firm on a normal day, but now it was pure steel. I sat back down on it, feeling my hole give way much easier on the second round. Soon I was nestling down onto his crotch, practically kissing his young, hairy balls with my daddy ass.

That act made Steven grunt into my mouth and his hands cling more excitedly to my body. We held steady for a minute then Steven started humping up into me. He's a strong guy now, stronger somehow than his youthful, lean build would indicate. I always found it a shame we could never take full advantage of his athletic stamina, but it seems like we'd have the chance now.

I rode my son's lap, feeling his thrusts up to match mine, a playful look on his face as his eyes swept up and down his father's naked figure. "I love fucking you, Dad," he growled. "So much."

"Love this too, Steve," I hissed. Steven never went by the shortened nickname, but it had become my term of endearment when we had sex. "You gonna be able to last this time, buddy?"

He smirked at me. "Oh yeah... it's like I'm turned on but the fuck feels different."

I rode him for a few minutes, and we both savored his staying power. It was like I could see the pride grow in his cute face.

Finally he wanted a different position. "On your back, Dad," he urged and I slowly dismounted that railroad spike of a dick and flipped on to my back beside him. Steven wasted no time getting in between my legs and lifting my calves on his shoulders. He didn't need a hand to guide himself back in, he just had to angle his rigid dick to poke at the lubed and cum-wet folds of my pucker and plow back in.

"Fuck yes!" I hissed. I loved that intensity and the angle of his prick against my butt nut.

Steven's thursts weren't urgent. They were in control. Assertive but not rough. Other than the sheer taboo thrill of Steven topping me the first time, this was the hottest fuck we'd ever had.

He looked down on me now, excited and a little cocky, his hips pounding me rhtyhmically. "You didn't get off earlier, Dad," he hissed. "You ready? Ready to cum with your son's dick fucking you?" I knew he liked sex talk, but he often had to hold back to keep his trigger under control. Not now.

"Oh fuck, Steve," I cried, "I'm so fucking close." I wasn't touching my cock but it was throbbing and leaking on my furry stomach.

"Think you can come twice today?" he asked, sexual urgency finally creeping into his voice. It was hard to believe that he was a regular, clean-cut nice-guy of a 24 year old by day.

I shook my head. "I'm 52, son. Don't think that's gonna happen."

"Well, we'll try," he said, not taking no for an answer. "I'm gonna fuck it out of you and keep going, OK?" He was getting real into this, and I was too.

I nodded and wrapped my hand around my dick. I was already a bundle of electricity down there and my touch was all it took. As my hand worked up and down my cock and as Steven's own long prick pounded my prostate, I gave it up.

"Holy fuck, Dad!" Steven beamed excitedly as he watched several copious strands of my sperm fire out onto my hairy chest and hitting my neck muscle, too.

As he promised my son kept fucking me. He slowed his pace, thankfully, going for some long pumps as we made out. "You OK Dad?" he asked, to be sure.

"It's intense, Steve," I answered. "Kind of like with your cock after you came once."

His expression let me know he got what I was say. "Let's try on your side."

And for the next thirty minutes, Steven fucked me in just about every position. Mostly slow and gradual but then working up to crescendos of harder pounding. I'd gone soft but grew firm again. I'd feel a soreness and tiredness in my hole, then it would go away. Something about Steven's enthusiasm and intensity was making this work for me.

Finally, he had me flat on my belly as he humped against my body, long dicking me slowly and kissing my neck.

"When are you coming into the city next, Dad?" he asked, his tongue licking my ear between some of his words.

"Next weekend," I grunted, feeling turned on and very well fucked. My boner now rubbed against the sheets as I savored the feeling of Steven's now sweaty body covering my backside. "Maybe I can find an excuse to come during the week," I added.

That thrilled my son. "Come Monday or Tuesday," he grunted. "I can't wait to fuck you again..."

You're fucking me now, I thought. Still, I found his almost possessive excitement contagious. I thought of what it would be like to have sex with my son more often. We were already taking too many chances as it was, but the idea was a real fucking turn on.

It must have been for Steven too. I could feel his thrusts get faster. In this extended session, my son had seemed thrilled to show off his prowess in topping me. But this part was about his need again.

"I can feel my load working up again..." Steven grunted his in strokes getting downright hard now.

"You gonna cum in me, Steve?" I growled, knowing which buttons to push for him. "Gonna breed your dad's ass?"

His voice got real excited. "Oh God yeah, Dad. I'm gonna cum right up your hole. Fuck!"

"Do it!" I urged. "Get off in me, son."

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna." As surprised as he was to have held off orgasm for so long, I think he was equally surprised to feel his second sneak up on him. His pounding grew really hard and I was gonna feel sore after, I knew. But my boy was almost there. And sure enough, I felt him hold me tight as he cried out in orgasm. "Oh fuck oh fuck," he whispered, kissing my neck frantically as he rode out the ejaculation.

He both enjoyed that embrace. Me face down, Steven on top of me, his dick slowly and finally softening and then falling out of my wet hole. I was starting to feel slutty and maybe not in a good way. I hadn't gotten off and I'd lost my erection in Steven's final climb to his release.

But Steven finally dismounted and lovingly caressed my sweaty back and ass as I looked up at him. The look on his face was priceless. Beaming, happy, and satisfied. "God, Dad, it's always been hot with us," he said. "But I didn't know sex could be so good." Then he saw the look on my face. "Oh, you're starting to feel guilty, aren't you?"

We'd talked before about my very mixed feelings our affair gave me. "A little bit, buddy," I admitted. "It'll pass."

Then he looked down at the sheets, examining for any sign of my cum. "You didn't get off a second time, did you?"

I shook my head. "It's just not in me, Steve... but I had fun. A lot of fun."

That seemed to satisfy Steven some and he ran his fingers lovingly through my chest hair, now that I'd turned to face him. "Sorry if I was a little pushy about meeting up sooner," he apologized. "I got carried away."

"I know, Steve," I said, not wanting to let go of my pet name for him. Knowing he'd be Steven again once I'd stepped out of his apartment. "We'll see..."

I showered up and had to take longer to clean my hole. My son hopped in right after I stepped out. I think he wanted to shower together but was giving me space. I toweled off and got dressed back in my khaki shorts, blue Red Sox shirt, and ball cap. I always checked my reflection to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary, no telltale signs I'd spent the last hour having an incestuous affair.

As I looked at my reflection in the bedroom mirror I tried to see what Steven saw in me. His father... an older, more muscular man with a regular middle-aged body. Wiser, maybe, more experienced. Even still, I may be 52, but like Steven I was realizing just how good sex could be.

My son was quieter and reserved as he slipped on some basketball shorts and walked to the front door to see me off. I could tell he was feeling guilty now, though I think most of that was his guilt that I had at least a few reservations.

"I'll text you later, son," I said.

He nodded. God he was so hot and handsome just standing there, half naked and casually confident in his body. I envied that of him, actually.

"Cool. Say hi to Mom for me," he said. It wasn't a pointed barb. It was just a return to being a son, not a lover.

"Yep," I said. The parting was always awkward but I gave him a brief bear hug and a parting kiss. Steven gladly returned it with some soft tongue.

The drive back to the burbs isn't too long, maybe a half hour with traffic. But it was enough time for my mood to return to normal. By the time I got home, I was my regular chipper self, and filled in my wife a little on how our son was doing and how the Sox blew their lead.

My season tickets would mean another weekend day in the city, and another excuse to be with Steven, and I decided it was the best purchase I'd ever made. And after dinner, after Kate told me she had to do a double shift on Wednesday, I texted Steven. "You free Wednesday, Steve?"

"You bet Dad," came his reply. "Can't wait."

I was feeling weirdly horny again and I typed, "I should have have a few hours then."

Steven's response was immediate, "Awesome. Definitely gonna pop one of those blue pills again."