It was their first argument. Frank Mazza didn't even admit that he and his son Anthony were a couple, even though Tone was sleeping over in Frank's bed 4 or 5 nights a week now. It was the fight that made Frank realize they'd become an honest to god couple, and it freaked him out.
It started when the alarm woke them up early. Tony had his lifting time to get in before work, and Frank was doing better about exercise in a half-hearted attempt to keep up. But 5:30 AM was early, and he now resented Tony's workout obsession.
"Mmmm..." Anthony grumbled in his groggy morning voice and rolled over to wrap his strong arms around Frank. The two men had never kissed, but this kind of physical closeness had developed over the last week. "I got an extra five minutes, Pop. How bout a blowjob?" His fingers traced along his father's beefy chest and body fur.
"Don't think so, Tone," Frank said in an apologetic tone. Sleepy as hell. "Not in the mood this morning."
Anthony's hand stopped. And he pulled back. "OK." And like that his son was getting out of bed.
Maybe Frank really wasn't in the mood, but he had to admit a good part was just being freaked out about the incestuous connection he and Tone were developing. He now rolled over onto his back and watched his beautiful hunk of a 25 year old son walk through the darkness of the master bedroom and shut the door of the bathroom. The light went on from inside the closed door and the shower started.
Frank got up and slid on some sweats and started the routine. Making coffee and some breakfast. He had a worried look on his face as Tony walked in, dressed for the gym and his gym bag in hand with work clothes.
"A travel mug is good, Dad," Anthony said matter of factly. "I'll grab breakfast on the way."
Frank's heart melted as he took in just how masculine and handsome his son was. "It'll take only a few..."
Anthony forced a smile, but not convincingly. "I'm good, Dad. Catch you at the office, OK?"
"Yeah, Tone, of course."
***
The workday was just as hard for both men. Anthony was almost polite as he and his father worked on a project together. That afternoon was more of the silent treatment. Frank grew resentful. All over a fucking blowjob, he thought.
Still, around 4:30 he asked Anthony if he wanted to come over for dinner. For as much as Tone slept over, it was like that. Dad inviting his son over for dinner or to watch the game on TV. The sex and sleeping together was just the foregone conclusion.
And, damn, Anthony Mazza had one hell of a sex drive. Frank could suck his son off twice in a night, and Anthony would be hitting him up for morning sex, too. It was a lot.
"Nah, Dad," Tony replied. "I got a date tonight."
Frank didn't realize he had jealousy within him. But it came bubbling up, even as he tried to act normal. "A date?"
Those puppy dog Mazza eyes met Frank's with an almost challenging gaze. "A Tinder chick."
"OK," Frank replied quietly.
By 5 on the dot, he watched Tony shut down and leave for the day, without a word to his father.
***
The blow up was the next day. During lunch, when the other guys had stepped out of the office.
"So, Tone..." Frank started after he got up the courage. "You trying to get back at me or something?"
Anthony seemed pissed off. "What the fuck, Pop, I'm just trying to get my dick wet. Jesus Christ."
Frank felt admonished, but still they were in fight mode. "Guess two blowjobs a night aren't good enough for you."
"Hell no they're not."
It was a side of Anthony he hadn't fully seen before. For all of his son's affection for his father, he was a sexual aggressor, a player.
The affection side was winning out now. Tony's harder edge melted into a softer look on his face. "Sorry, Dad. I just get cranky as hell when I'm blue balled." He looked toward the office door. The others would be coming back soon. "Maybe we can talk about it, tonight."
"Sure, Tony."
***
It was take out rather than a homecooked Mazza meal, but Anthony was back at Frank's place. A beer and a cheat meal of pizza helped liven the mood, and the two were actually joking, ragging on one of the doofus subcontractors they had to deal with.
"I missed that laugh, Tone," Frank finally said quietly.
"Sorry I was a dick to you, Pop," Anthony said. "But I'm not gonna apologize for balling that chick."
Frank's jealousy never fully went away, but he felt more resigned now. He could never fault Anthony for his sex drive. "You got needs, son, I get it."
Anthony nodded, his finger fumbling with the beer glass. "You gonna get pissy next time I line up some pussy?"
Frank sighed. He felt so conflicted then. "If that's what you need Tone, no. But...."
"But what?" Anthony wasn't combative now, but he did challenge his father on this.
Frank looked across the table. Even then, he couldn't help but admire those huge guns that Anthony Mazza had, stretching out the sleeves of the polo shirt. Frank imagined those strong arms wrapped around some Tinder chick. He imagined them wrapped around his own middle aged body.
"If you give me another chance, Son, I'll take care of your needs." Frank's face flushed hot as he spoke the next words. "All of 'em."
That surprised Anthony. "What you saying, Dad?"
"Anytime you need sex... or just want it... I'll put out for you, Tone." His eyes got the courage to look at his son's directly. "Scout's honor."
Anthony got a sly smile. The sexual aggressor coming out. "What if I need to fuck, Pop?"
Frank gulped. "I don't have a pussy, Son. But anything else... I'll do it."
His son pushed the chair back and stood up. Frank's eyes went wide to see that big shank of Mazza cock riding up in the work khakis. Anthony was stepping around the table as he pulled out that hard thick meat.
The pairing was intense. Frank leaned in just as Anthony's strong hand clasped on the back of his father's neck to pull him in. Frank tasted and sucked on his son's meat, then was forcefed that dick, way back into his gullet. He gagged a second then fought off that reflex. His Tony had needs, he reminded himself, and felt his whole body grow warm with excitement. It was Anthony's first time fucking his dad's face, and both men were wild with excitement.
"That's it Dad. Take my fuckin' dick. You gonna act like a bitch, you can suck cock like one.... fuck!"
The words stung, and yet they thrilled Frank. His Anthony was all man, and deep down Frank knew this is how Anthony craved to talk to one of those chicks he balled, but couldn't. He was giving this to Anthony.
The gag reflex held off, but it was hard not to choke on the pistoning hard dick claiming Frank's throat. And Anthony Mazza was hung big. But with perfect timing, Anthony let out a loud "YES!" and jets of his semen were pulsing down Frank's esophagus.
Frank's eyes were a little teary when Anthony relinquished the hold on his neck, but he was no worse for the wear. He'd done this. He'd made Tone happy. He pulled back and looked up. From that angle, that Mazza cock was even more formidable, and Anthony's muscles were more impressive. Gone was that aggression. Affectionate son Anthony was back.
"God, Dad, that was incredible," he smiled, chest heaving with deeper breaths. "You done that before?"
"No, Tone," Frank replied softly. He still had a part of him that was embarrassed that he was a cocksucker.
Anthony nodded at that knowledge, a little proud. "You, uh, serious about what you said? About taking care of my needs?"
Frank nodded. "Whatever it takes, Son."
"Fuck," Tony hissed. He leaned down. It was the first kiss between father and son. Frank almost came from it. Particularly because his boy knew how to kiss.
Anthony had that charmer smile when he pulled back. "Why don't you clean up here, Pop? And we can enjoy a beer on the deck before bed."
***
Frank wan't gonna sugar coat it. Losing his anal cherry hurt like hell. But Anthony took his time and after a couple of minutes of real fucking, Frank was rock hard and feeling the thrill of his prostate being stimulated.
"You like this, Pop," Tone grinned with knowing grin, his whole muscular body clenching and flexing with his deeper thrusts. As tough as the entry was, once Anthony's dick passed the three inch mark, it was smoother sailing.
"God, Tone," Frank hissed, looking up at his stud of a son. "Fuck me."
It wasn't just the prostate speaking. Frank felt he was seeing something special. His Tony in his natural state. Fucking. Balling Frank like he did the previous girlfriends, or the hookup bitches.
Frank couldn't help it. He gripped his boner and started jerking in time with Anthony's hard thrusts, which were getting harder.
"God, Dad... I can't hold off much longer.... You're too fuckin tight."
"Go for it, Son."
Anthony looked down and nodded. His body went harder, and Frank watched that O face form. This was in a way better than sucking his son off. Frank could watch the powerful orgasm, something he hadn't watched since Ian the cocksucker came over.
Frank didn't know if he could feel the heavy cum load gushing inside his ass for the first time, but he knew it was happening all the same. A couple of tugs and his own dick was firing off.
Anthony was all smiles as he dismounted and lay next to his father. "That was incredible, Dad," he said, running his fingers along Frank's sweaty torso. "You're the best."
Frank basked in his son's complement. He turned to look at his hunky son, body sweaty and big smile showing in the afterglow. "Better than pussy?" he asked playfully.
"Apples and oranges, Pop," Anthony answered truthfully. "But incredible. I'm gonna want a lot more of that."
Frank shuddered. It had taken a lot of mental work to accept Anthony's big dick into his body. He worried his Son would be expecting it more than he was able. "OK, Son," he answered.
Anthony kissed him. Softly, pulling Frank to his nakedness. His boy had some major game. Since their fight, since Anthony's agressive side came out, Frank had noticed they were becoming more intimate too. More moments like this.
After many minutes of making out, they broke the kiss, matching smiles on their faces.
"What you thinking, Dad?" Tony asked softly.
"Just how lucky I am," Frank said. He didn't ever admit this, but the sex endorphins were like truth serum. "You could be out balling some chick, and you're here with me."
Antony smiled. He caressed Frank's strong arm, hardened from manual labor over the years. "You got pretty jealous last time I did that, Pop."
Frank nodded. "Guess so." He wanted to tell Tony he could go fuck women if he wanted. But that was hard for Frank to say.
Tony gave him a soft kiss and pulled back. "Can I be honest with you, Pop?"
"Of course," Frank said softly.
Anthony seemed thoughtful, like he'd given a lot of thought to it. "With chicks, I can find a princess, no problem. The kind who will bust my balls, you know? Or I can line up a bitch on the weekend...."
Frank felt heavy in his heart. His son was SO good looking and such a catch, and he felt bad that Anthony would have to go through what he did dating.
"But I don't want a princess, and I don't want a bitch. I want a wife, Dad. One who'll look after me."
Any jealousy went right out the window. Frank wanted his son happy. "You'll find one, Tone. The right one. I know it."
Anthony smiled. He reached up and stroked his dad's cheek. "I have, Dad. He's right fuckin here."
"Tony?" Frank stammered. "I don't know..."
His son's kiss broke his words. As did the physicality of his son's actions as he climbed back on top of Frank. Kissing, thrusting, holding Frank's hands down to the mattress. Then Frank heard and felt Anthony growl into the kiss. That son dick was rock hard once more against Frank's softer one.
"Let me back in, Pop," his son grasped with an urgent lust. "I know you're sore, but don't fuckin blue ball me now."
Anthony the agressor was back. Frank didn't know if he'd get used to the Jeckyl and Hyde personality shift. Then he didn't know if he'd ever be able to live without it. He clenched his abs and bought his hips up and spread his legs apart. Tony did the rest, finding his dad hole with a couple of quick stabs of the cock. Then pressing right in.
This wasn't love making. This was Anthony fucking out of pure need. And Frank letting him. Holding on to his son's strong muscle and taking that cock. It didn't feel physically pleasurable to Frank, but psychologically he was in heaven. His Tone was all man, taking what he needed. And Frank Mazza was his son's fucking wife.
"Oh fuck, Dad," Anthony hissed. "Gonna fuckin breed your cunt." And like that the deep voice went a little higher, like crushed bagpipes as the son got his second nut and a good one.
The two didn't speak as they unpaired. Frank showered off first while Anthony relaxed. Then the son went to take a quick rinse. They'd spent the morning in bed, and now Frank was starving. He went to make some lunch and his heart nearly skipped a beat. Anthony was wearing sweats and one of Frank's old long sleeve T-shirts. On Tony it was a little loose but with the muscle not that much. He looked amazing to the father.
"We good, Dad?" Anthony asked. The aggression gone.
"Yes, Son, we're good," Frank replied. "I'm just a little messed up in the head, you know."
Anthony stepped over and put his strong arm around Frank's shoulder. Like a buddy. "How so, Pop? You liked it just now, right?"
Frank nodded. Emotional. "Just the feminine stuff... like you gonna make me wear women's clothes and shit?"
Anthony laughed. "You're all man, Dad. The wife thing isn't about that." He paused and gave his father a gentle peck to the forehead. "You know what kind of wife I need, Dad. You told me so yourself. Hell, you're already doing it. I just want to put a name to what we're doing."
"What are we doing, Tone?" Frank was nervous to ask.
"You know, me being Man of the House. You looking after me. That kind of thing."
Frank thought it over. Things just clicked in his head. There would be more reckoning of the implications, but Frank knew Tony was right. He already was his son's tradwife.
"You spent now, Son?" he asked softly.
Anthony seemed surprised. "Kinda, Dad. Why dya ask?"
Frank laughed and blushed. "If you needed a blow job or something..."
That got a big smile from his Son. "I'm good. Later, though."
"Yeah."
Anthony's smile got playful. "Just make us some lunch, OK? Extra protein, I got leg day at the gym."
"Aye aye," Frank replied with a smile.
Later, even though Tony didn't ask, Frank did and folded all the laundry while his son went to work out.
***
The alarm clock went off early, as usual, but Frank Mazza was already awake. Maybe middle age was setting in, but the burly contractor slept less these days and was fine with it. That morning, he'd been up for a good half hour before the buzz of the alarm, but he didn't want to wake Tony.
There was a lot that was new. There was a lot that was a mind fuck for the divorced father. But it was the little adjustments that were in some ways the hardest. Figuring out his son's routine, his moods. Getting used to another person in the king sized bed. It was like marriage all over again, but different.
Frank watched, a lump in his throat as his hunky son stirred under the sheets then tossed them off, revealing the magnificent nakedness of a 25-year old stud in his prime. Just the right amount of body hair but not so much as to hide the gym-honed muscle.
And there was Anthony's wood, sticking straight up, like clockwork, as the man stood up casually and turned off the clock, then taking a big gulp of water from the glass he'd laid out by the bed.
Tony Mazza slept nude and under his son's instruction, Frank did too, now.
"Mind if I hit the shower first, Pop?" Tony asked. It was dark in the room, but Frank could tell Tony was looking down at his own reclining form.
Tone didn't need to ask, it was the new routine, but he did anyway. "It's all yours, Tone," the father said, his voice still waking up.
Frank waited until Tony strutted into the master bedroom before he got the energy to slip out from under the covers himself. He opened his dresser and pulled out a fresh jockstrap. Tone seemed to like his dad in them, so Frank bought a dozen online. Pretty soon it might be too cool to wear just a strap around the house, but who knows... Frank did a lot for Tony these days.
Frank knew it took about fifteen minutes for Tony to get ready. He had a process: start the coffee maker, make the bacon, gather the fruit for Tony's protein smoothie, and then start the eggs. It wasn't split second timing, but sure enough as breakfast was almost done, Tony walked out, hair damp and gelled and dressed in his workout attire, a zip up sweatshirt on for the cooler weather.
"Smells great, Pop," he said, walking up to Frank and placing his hand on his father's bare upper back. "You spoil me."
"Not enough," Frank replied, blushing as he said it, but it was true. Anthony had brought something out in him, something Frank hadn't realized was there.
The two kissed. Not long, it was more a husbandly peck. But Tony winked as he pulled back and walked around to pick up the smoothie. With a couple of gulps, he drank it down. Anthony had been on a bulking phase at the gym, and while Frank's son was already talking about looking forward to his cutting cycle, the contractor loved how that muscular bulk filled out Tone's sweatshirt. Just standing there in the kitchen, Frank found himself getting hard in the jock pouch. He saw Anthony notice, but the son didn't say anything, instead sitting down at the breakfast island, where Frank had set a plate and silverware.
Ceremonially, Frank slid the prepared food onto Anthony's plate. "Here ya go, Tone... omelet, one yolk only... just like you like."
Tony smiled. "Thanks, Pop, you're the best." He dug into to the food, always acting like a ravenous teenager. Frank grinned as he looked on, sitting opposite his son and just drinking his coffee. The father wasn't much of a breakfast guy, not like Tone.
"You thought about what we talked about, Pop?" Anthony finally asked as he finished up, pushing his plate forward.
Automatically, Frank took the dishes over to the sink to clean. He could wash them later, though. "I don't want the business to be understaffed," he said as he turned back around. He had been prepared to say no. After all, it was Mazza and Son. Frank wasn't ready for it to be just "Son." But Tone's handsome face and brown eyes had a way of melting his resolve.
"There are lots of good men we can hire, Pop," Tony said. He'd been thinking a lot about this. "And yeah, no one was is gonna be Frank Mazza good, but you deserve some time off."
Frank had gotten used to being mostly naked in front of his son, but now they were having this conversation, the jockstrap attire made him feel vulnerable. His voice got softer. "You seemed to be wanting me to take another job, Tone."
Anthony nodded but paused for a second. Looking into this father's eyes with the same determination that he first ordered Frank to suck his cock. "You know I want a traditional wife, Dad," he said. "You know, stay at home, look after me... like you told me I should have," he reminded Frank.
Frank felt hot to the touch. He was turned on by this, but nervous as hell. "I don't know that I'm good at it, Tone," he answered, getting the courage to meet his son's intense gaze.
"You're doing great, Pop. And for the rest... you'll learn," Anthony said with confidence. "Already you look after me better than Becky did."
"That's just because you like to have your dick sucked," Frank laughed, hoping to cut the seriousness of the conversation.
That made Tony grin. "For starters," he said. He looked at his watch and stood up. "I gotta get to the gym soon," he said. "I got about five minutes, though."
"I don't think you've ever lasted longer, Tone," Frank said with a shy grin on his gruffly handsome face as he stepped up and crouched down. Already, he was pawing at the ridge in Anthony's workout sweats.
"No, Dad," Tone said then let out a soft satisfied gasp as his father pushed down the elastic and pulled out that big piece of son meat. Hardening up into a nice thick erection, it dazzled Frank, who now wished he had more than five minutes to play with this.
It wasn't a verbal BJ. Frank just ran his fingers along the big shaft then teased it with his tongue before swallowing the head and going down on Tony.
Anthony let him do the work at first. Frank had gotten good at this, real good. Better than Ian or any of the online cocksuckers. Deep down, Tony knew, it was because Frank loved him. His dad loved pleasuring him, loved making Tony happy.
"Whatever you want, Tone," Frank would often say.
Well, this is what Anthony Mazza wanted. Yeah, it was weird that a man was giving it to him, and weirder that it was Tony's own father. But now Frank Mazza was going down further on to that hard cock, bobbing steadily and providing just the right amount of suction, not too wet, working further to a deep throat.
"Come on, Pop," Tony finally hissed. "Take it all.... swallow my cock."
Tone was big, real big, but Frank had this. He sucked in a little air and braced himself, then descended to the base.
Then came that hand. Commanding, strong. It felt stronger every week, every morning. Holding Frank's skull steady while Tony began thrusting. In and out. That cock seemed fatter in its morning wood, ready for the first nut of the day. Powerful, hard. Thrusting deeper, just past Frank's comfort zone. He choked on it.
"Fuck yes, Choke on your Man, Dad.... Jesus that throat gets like silk when you do...."
Tears streamed down Frank's face. It had been three days since a face fuck like this. He missed it. He coughed up on that hard dong once more, but swallowed it back. Anything for Tone....
"At least take off work early today... be home and ready for me. Can you do that, Dad?" An edge was rising in Anthony's voice. "Act like my fucking wife?" His hips pumped harder, deeper. Miraculously, Frank Mazza was relaxing his throat and taking it like a champ.
Still the sex talk grew more fevered. "Dinner on the table, your pussy ready for my cock... fuck yes, Dad, I'm gonna blow... I'm gonna... FUCK!"
At the four minute mark, Frank swallowed a healthy morning load of his son and husband's seed. He nursed the aftershocks and gave the cock a soft kiss when he finally pulled off. Lovingly, he brought a napkin to wipe Tony's dick clean and then tucked him back in.
"All right, Son," he said, looking up at Anthony's handsome face. "Give me a month to wind down my role at the company. But I'll announce my retirement next week." It was a big decision but now it almost didn't feel like a decision at all to Frank. It was fate, the thing that had to happen.
Anthony hoisted his body up and bumped noses with his father. "You're the best, Dad. Love you."
They kissed deeply. Even as Tony pawed at Frank's bare ass exposed by the jockstrap.
"You probably need to get going," Frank finally said.
Tony cocked a grin. "Maybe I skip my workout today, Pop. For a change."
"Yeah?" Frank was more shocked than anything. He'd never seen his son skip the gym. Ever.
"Special occasion," Anthony grinned. "Turn around," he ordered.
Tony was in a great mood but starting to take charge sexually, again. Frank did as asked, kind of pushing out his meaty dad ass for his son's inspection. He felt Anthony's hand caress and appraise the buns before pulling back. "Looking good, Dad. Retirement will let you hit the gym more."
Frank saw Tony's right arm reach forward, to where the butter dish was out on the counter. Those long fingers scooped out a hunk of the soft butter. The prep was quick. The greased fingers applying it to Frank's hole and maybe smearing to Tony's cock. With a sure command, the son's left hand gripped Frank's strong should to hold them both steady while his right lined up that big prick and pushed in.
"FUCK!" Frank hiss. Not since losing his cherry had it felt so intense.
"Right fucking there, Dad. Back in my wife's cunt." Anthony wasn't wasting time. Those thick inches were pushing forth, barreling right in. "You're taking it, Dad. Taking my cock."
"Yes, Tone," Frank replied through checked breaths. This was a lot. But he knew this was Anthony's way of celebrating the news. And maybe a promise of what retired life would be like as Anthony's stay at home wife.
For now, he was experiencing his first rough fuck. He realized Anthony had been holding back. The thrusts were strong and hard, brutal even, though not fast. For the next ten minutes, Frank braced himself on the counter and took it. He got hard in his jock pouch, then went soft again. He felt taken in the most magnificent way. Balled like those chicks of Anthony never were. This was how Anthony fucked his father. His wife.
The grip on Frank's hips grew tighter. Tone wasn't verbal now, he just fucked with the need to dominate, to show Frank his place.
Frank wasn't verbal either, but as he felt that dick punch his prostate over and over, he heard himself say. "Thank you, Son."
In return, he heard a choked grunt and felt a couple of rabbit thrusts inside his hole. Then his son's body collapsed against his back. Breathing heavy.
"Be ready for that anytime," Anthony finally said and gave Frank's neck a soft kiss.
"Yes, Son."
***
Frank felt moody that morning. It had been perfect, but why couldn't he feel that way? Part of him still felt ashamed, ashamed that he enjoyed being used by Anthony like that. It didn't help that his son would look over with a big fucking proud smile as they sat at opposite desks trying to work on a project. Anthony was happy, why couldn't Frank be?
That feeling passed like a wave. He actually hadn't gotten off that morning, and Frank Mazza found himself boning up at his desk. Reliving the morning sex in his mind. Imagining Anthony taking him right then and there. Craving his Son's rough hand in the bedroom and eager to see what more was in store. Anthony Mazza manhandling him.
Frank opened up his laptop and over the next 20 minutes composed the email, rewriting it a couple of times. He read it over once more, then hit send.
It took a minute for Tony to see and read it, just as the rest of the office was reading it. Tone looked up at his father in silent surprise. His dad just nodded and smiled.
Frank Mazza of Mazza and Son had officially announced his retirement.
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