“Now that I’ve turned 18 and am going off to college, I want you both to know that I’m gay, I haven’t acted on my feelings yet. I’ve always felt this way but never said anything about it. I knew you both would be hurt and disappointed, I’m sorry about that. It is time that I am honest about who I am and face the facts…” So, declared my son Parker to me and my wife at his going away dinner in August 2009. We were at the Brazilian steakhouse, Fogo de Chao in Orlando Florida; the owner is a client of mine.
My name is Mitchell Collins, I’m a 45-year-old commercial real estate developer with my own very successful firm. Parker was going to Columbia University in Manhattan to study journalism. He’d always been bright and normal. His announcement was a bombshell. My wife Annette, and I were stunned. Parker had a girlfriend in high school. Now he was telling us he was gay! Despite changes in society, no upper-class WASP married couple wants to hear that their only son is gay. Oh, we uttered the appropriate, supportive bromides to buck Parker up. Later that night, Annette and I cried together. We have two older daughters; Parker was our pride and joy; he was our favorite. We were heartbroken, he wasn’t going to married, we weren’t going to have grandchildren from him. But if he was gay, we would have to accept that and make the best of it.
Annette and I had met in college and married after graduation. Except for occasional trysts with hookers on the road, I had been faithful to her. I had always been a good provider and was entitled to my discreet pleasures. As for gays, no I didn’t have a high opinion of them, like most men of my station. Let’s be blunt, they’re obsessed with one thing, cock. Wanting cock in their mouths and up their asses was a mental sickness and made them unstable and unreliable. In business, sure I interacted with them and did deals with them. Now, my son was one of them. He is quite good looking. He’s 5’10”, athletic and has blond hair and blue eyes. I am 6’2”, workout and have brown hair and brown eyes, Annette is blonde.
Parker left for New York the next morning. We developed a routine; he would call every Sunday night on our landline and Annette, and I would hear how school and life was going, on sperate extensions. He never brought up any gay stuff, thankfully. It was early November; we were having a weekly chat with him.
“I’ve met someone I really like; we’ve been dating. I want to bring him home for Thanksgiving.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful! Of course, you can bring him” said Annette cheerily with tears in her eyes.
“Son, that’s great. I’m happy for you, we can’t wait to meet him” I said with fake enthusiasm.
We said our goodbyes, I felt queasy. Parker’s gayness had been an abstraction, now it was real. He was with a man. Of course, I couldn’t ask if he was a top or a bottom. It was better I didn’t know. I was nauseous imagining my handsome, masculine son sucking dick and getting fucked up the ass. I decided I needed to know; it had become an obsession with me. I had to see for myself what my son did with men.
Annette is an executive at the Orlando Zoo. One afternoon when she was at work, I arrived at our large, lavish suburban house with a member of my security team. I had him install several, concealed surveillance spycams in Parker’s room. Being in real estate, such things are routine.
The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I was at the airport to pick up Parker and his boyfriend.
“Pleased to meet you, Mitchell. Jake Rosen…” said the man taller than me, shaking my hand firmly. I was taken aback; I had expected Parker to be with someone his own age. Jake was 35! Nearly twice Parker’s age! And he was clearly Jewish, from his swarthy looks and pushy manner. His facial features were intense, with chiseled cheekbones, thick lips, deep brown eyes, curly black hair and a slightly prominent nose. He was tanned and wearing an impeccably cut dark suit, his tieless gray shirt was unbuttoned enough to reveal strands of his dark chest hair.
I helped them put their luggage in the truck and got in the driver’s seat. Any question of the top and bottom dynamic was settled when Jack opened the passenger door for Parker and patted his jeans-encased ass. This Jew was fucking my son. They sat next to each other in the passenger seats, Parker looked adoringly at his man, his hand rested on Jake’s thigh. Jake had undone the buttons of his suit jacket, his legs were spread, revealing a large mound in the crotch of his suit trousers. He clearly had a big dick which my son was sucking on and taking up his ass.
We all made convivial chitchat, getting to know each other. Jack’s family owned a chain of boutique clothing stores which he ran, there was a branch in Miami Beach. He and Parker would be going there to see Jack’s family on Friday. They met “online.” We got to our house. My wife was out getting stuff for tomorrow’s grand family dinner which she always enjoyed preparing.
“Well, you two can rest up in your room Parker, dinner tonight is at 7:00 PM at Fogo de Chao.” It was now 3:00 PM.
“Great, dad!” said Parker.
“I love that place, Mitchell.”
They went off with their luggage up to Parker’s room. I went to my study, I sat at my desk and turned on my computer, there was the image of Parker’s room, the door opened. He and Jake entered and put their luggage near the bed. Jake sat down in the wheelie chair at Parker’s desk, he stretched out, spread his legs and lit up a cigar! He was smoking in my house! In my son’s room! I was watching this with the benefit of different angles, through split-screen views from the different cameras.
Parker walked over to him and sunk to his between Jake’s outstretched legs. Jake grinned as he took a puff, smoke swirled. Parker raised his arms; his hand fell on Jake’s belt. Parker eagerly unbuckled it, he undid the trouser tab, his hand unzipped the fly of Jake’s trousers, he slid the trousers down to Jake’s gleaming black leather shoes.
There it was. Encased in Jake’s light gray briefs was his manhood straining in the pouch. His massive erection jutted to one side, there was a small stain of his precum oozing through, his large balls filled out the pouch. I stared in fascination and revulsion as my son buried his face in that obscene mound and began licking Jake’s thick, hard cock through his underwear.
“That’s it bitch, suck me nice and slow, just like I like it, just like I taught you” growled Jake. Parker was possessed, he was licking Jake’s cock and suckling his balls through his underwear. This went on and on. When Jake’s cock seemed to be on the verge of bursting, Parker bit on the waistband and pulled them down with his mouth.
Jake’s proud erection sprang forth. It was bigger than mine! I am hung at 7.5 cut inches, Jake was slightly over eight. It was an incredible slab of flawless man meat, so this is what my son saw in this Jew! Jake’s balls were equally as impressive; the smooth, flowing sack contained two perfectly formed, large globes.
Parker opened and then hollowed his mouth; he bent his down and slowly took in Jake’s rod all the way down to the base. His handsome, 18-year-old face was now contorted around this old Jew’s cock! His blue eyes were wide and watery as he stared up at Jake with total lust. My son loved being on his knees with a cock down his throat. He withdrew Jake’s member from his mouth and began tenderly licking it with his firm tongue. He reverently licked the finely etched head with its ridges, paying special attention to the sweat spot on the underside.
“Fuck, yeah!” moaned Jake as my son orally worshiped his joint. Parker licked on and on, he licked every iota of the swelling cock. I shuddered as Parker began gobbling Jake’s balls. There was a pause as Parker ceased his servicing. Jake’s joint now looked even harder and was pulsating from my son’s cock sucking. Parker opened and hollowed his mouth again, then he proceeded to deapthroat Jake’s cock.
I sat transfixed watching this revolting spectacle. I unzipped my khakis and took out and stroked my erection. I couldn’t help it; it was so fucking hot! For the next 20 minutes my son deepthroated Jake’s cock with such joy. He did it with more skill than any whore I had gone to did me! I began to have a strange respect for Parker, his dedication was admirable. He said he was gay, and goddam it, he was great at it! If he was going to be a cocksucker, he had become a great one!
“That’s enough” growled Jake. Parker took his mouth off Jake’s cock; it was now thick and longer, it gleamed with his precum and my son’s spittle. They each began undressing. Jake was now nude; his hairy muscular body was now ominously on display with his swaying erection and floppy balls.
“Oh, my fucking god!” I said out loud when I saw my son unclothed. He was wearing a tight black leather jockstrap, protruding from his was a black butt plug! He had been sitting in the car earlier and walking around with a butt plug in his ass! Most shocking were the stainless-steel clamps on his nipples! A few months earlier, he had left his family an innocent young man and was now a depraved, gay S&M freak! He was clearly hard in that black leather pouch and obviously liked all this.
Parker yelped when Jake pulled out the butt plug. He grabbed Parker by his blond hair and threw onto the bed on his stomach, Parker instantly positioned himself on his hands and knees with his back arched. I saw my son’s clean, smooth and pink asshole quivering. It was difficult to admit to myself that my son had a hot ass! From his suitcase, Jake produced a paddle. He smacked my son’s right ass cheek with it!
“One. Please sir, may I have another?” croaked Parker. Jake smacked his left ass cheek; they were now both red. “Two. Please sir, may I have another?” FUCK! There was no end to my son’s depravity. I watched horrified as that Jew beat my son’s ass! This disgusting event went on for 20 smackings.
“Please fuck me, sir” said my weeping son.
“You got it, bitch!” roared Jake as he took a bottle of lube, he sprayed his big, thick rod, then he sprayed Parker’s rosebud.
“AHHH!” howled my son when Jake rammed his primed cock straight into his chute with one brutal thrust.
I was mesmerized watching a man fuck my son. Parker sobbed, babbled and gurgled, as Jake bludgeoned his ass. Miraculously, Parker’s slot had stretched around the girth of Jake’s manhood to be pleasurably and repeatedly impaled by it. From Parker’s wild cries it was clear Jake’s fucking was bringing him orgasm. His entire body shuddered from the intensity of his climax; his leather jock was now stained with from his cumload. Jake revved up his fucking, he groaned as fucked Parker further. He pulled his cock out of son’s ass, it was now stretched out gaping, leaking with Jake’s ropes of Jake’s thick cum. My hand had been furiously stroking my dick, I came looking at my son’s wrecked ass.
Parker got up and out of the bed, he was glowing! He had gotten what he desired, to be fucked like a slutty bitch. He tossed off his black leather jock onto the floor, it was soiled with his cum. His seven-inch cut, sated dick flopped around as did his drained balls. He followed Jake into the bathroom. I watched as they got in the shower. Parker obediently poured body wash on Jake as they stood under the warm water. Parker took a sponge and cleansed the man who had just brutalized him. He tenderly scrubbed Jake’s massive soft dick and globular balls. Then he sponged his battered ass, Jake’s cum flowed out of in and down the drain. They left the shower, Parker dried off Jake with a large bath towel. Jake was the master, and my son was his slave.
I was repulsed yet fascinated by watching my son degrade himself by being that Jew’s bitch. It was a confusing to me why Parker had turned out to be so depraved. My wife and I had been excellent parents, Parker had every advantage and had grown up with stability. Yet, instead of choosing a normal life, he was hellbent on taking cock. Life is a better mystery.
I heard my wife entering through the front door, it was just after 5:00 PM. Jake and Parker had been fucking around for two hours! I shut off my computer and went to the front door. I kissed Annette and helped her put away the groceries.
At 6:00 PM, Parker and Jake emerged into the living room where Annette and I were sitting. Jake was now dressed in jeans and a black Lacoste polo shirt; Parker was wearing the same thing! They were matching. I stared at his enticing butt, showcased in his tight jeans, knowing that a butt plug was crammed into it.
“So nice to meet you, Annette” said the grinning Jake handing her a wrapped box, “It’s a little something for your hospitality.”
“Oh, my! It’s beautiful!” exclaimed Annette upon opening the box and seeing the elegant Hermès scarf, “Thanks! You shouldn’t have!”
I drove to the restaurant; Annette was next to me. Parker and Jake with the crotch of his jeans bulging, sat in the back. We had a great dinner and conversation over steaks, and several bottles of red wine. I drove us home.
“Well, I have long day tomorrow!” said Annette, “I’m going to bed.” It was 10:30 PM.
“I have some work to do, goodnight” I said.
“We’ll turn in” said the grinning Jake. They all went to their rooms. I went to my study and turned on my computer. I watched as Parker and Jake got undressed. Yup, there was Parker in his black leather jock, butt plug and tit clamps. Jake was totally nude and hard again. That was understandable as he had a sexy, young cock whore at his beck and call. Jake stretched out in the bed on his back, his head propped up by pillows. He held his phone as he checked emails.
Parker was now at Jake’s side, stroking his master’s throbbing prick. Parker opened his mouth wide, hollowed it and took in Jake’s hard and dripping dick. He proceeded it to deepthroat it with gusto as Jake stayed looking at his phone, ignoring my son who was eagerly servicing him. Jake was now panting and sighing, he put his phone down. Parker was chugging down his cum load. Jake pulled his off his cock. His dick was shooting cum in Parker’s face and on his blond hair. My son’s handsome face and blond hair was now painted with dripping cum. Jake turned off the light. They were both snoring in darkness as I turned off my computer and went to bed.
I was up at 7:00 AM Thanksgiving morning. I passed Parker’s room. I was startled to hear him crying and sobbing.
“Hey, Parker, is everything alright?”
He just kept crying, I knocked on the door and entered, he was alone. He was in bed sobbing, his fair and hair still had Jake’s dried cum on them, his eyes were red, he was holding a piece of paper. I sat down next to him, he was wearing his black leather jock strap, his tit clamps were on, from the corner of my eye I saw the butt plug inserted in his ass. I took the paper and read it:
Parker,
I have gone on to Miami without you. I am breaking up with you. I could not in good conscience bring you home to meet my family as you’re not Jewish, and so we have no future together. I have told you all along that I’m a player and not cut out for a relationship. I know this painful for you, but this is good for you. You’re very young and need to learn that as a hot bottom, men are going to use you and discard you, you have to get used to that. I am sure that one day you’ll find the right top and settle down.
Your chasing me on Manhunt.net will always be memorable to me. I will always be honored that you sought me out to take your virginity. Being the first man to break you in, in every way possible and training you to be what you are, really is one of my life highlights.
I promise you it will get better.
All my best wishes,
Jake
“I loved him so much!” wailed Parker.
“Aw, son, it’s for the best. He wasn’t right for you” I said hugging him, “I’ll be right back.”
I left Parker’s room and went to my study. I returned with a bottle of scotch and two glasses. I poured out two drinks and handed one to Parker.
“This sure calls for a drink” I said. Parker and I drank. “You’re going to have another drink, then go back to sleep. Then you’re going to clean yourself and pull yourself together. It’s Thanksgiving and everyone will be here, we all love you.” Parker had stopped crying and was finishing his second drink, I left.
Parker came downstairs at noon. He had showered and was dressed in khakis and a blue pull over sweater. He was all shiny and cheery, but his eyes conveyed his pain.
My daughters arrived, as did my parents and my wife’s parents. Annette as usual had prepared a delicious, traditional feast. Parker was animated catching up with everyone, still I could sense his listlessness.
At 3:00 PM I called Eduardo. He was the 23-year-old son of the owner of the Brazilian steakhouse, Fogo de Chao He is of Brazilian parentage but was born and raised here. He is a knockout. Tall, stunningly handsome, masculine muscular and tanned, with a killer smile. I helped his father obtain the restaurant; over the years we had developed a friendly relationship. Eduardo worked as a host at the restaurant.
“Eduardo, if you are free after finishing celebrating with your family, I’d really like you to stop by. It’s about Parker…”
At 10:00 PM, everyone had gone home, and my wife had gone to bed exhausted, the doorbell rang. I let Eduardo in, he was wearing light gray trousers and a black turtleneck. We went to my study; Parker was sitting there.
“Hey Parker, great to see you” said Eduardo.
“Nice to see you, Eduardo.”
“I invited Eduardo over because I thought you could use some company, considering what has happened.”
“Huh?”
“Your Dad thought you could use a hot hookup after getting dumped. I’m willing to oblige, that is if you’re into me.”
“Oh my god! I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember!”
“Well, go on up to your room” I said.
“Thanks, Dad” said my blushing son. They left my study, I turned on my computer.
Eduardo and Parker entered his room and shut the door. Eduardo embraced my son and kissed him. They passionately made out, their hands roaming all over their clothed bodies. Eduardo ground the swelling crotch of his gray trousers against Parker’s raging hardon in his khakis. Eduardo reached his hands around and was now fondling my son’s ass in his khakis. In one quick swoop, Eduardo pushed my son to the floor, he unzipped his trousers, undid his belt and hauled out 8.5 inches of uncut, rock hard, Brazilian dark man meat.
Parker on his knees opened his mouth wide and took in Eduardo’s ramrod. The contrast of the great, big dark cock with my son’s pale features and blond hair was intoxicating. His luscious lips and pink tongue were now working on Eduardo’s joint. Parker licked every bit of that dark log, he went to tongue Eduardo’s meaty, balls. Then Parker commenced an amazing bout of deepthroating. While on his knees and looking up with his blue eyes into Eduardo’s brown eyes, my son, with mouth obscenely stretched around that huge dark cock was bobbing his head up and down on it.
“Jesus fucking Christ! Your man sure trained you right! This is the best head I’ve gotten in forever!” groaned Eduardo, “Oh man, you are such a beautiful bicha!”
Parker kept on sucking Eduardo’s cock. Eduardo was hollering a bunch of stuff in Portuguese, as he cock began spasming. I could hear the guzzling sounds my son’s throat was making as he was swallowing down Eduardo’s hot cumload. He stood with soft long manhood dangling, having just been sucked off to completion by my son.
“Yo, you got something to drink?”
“Sure.”
Parker got the whiskey bottle and poured Eduardo a drink. Eduardo had undressed, his masculine, muscular body was on display. He sat in a desk chair, lit up a Marlboro Red and sipped his whiskey, his long, soft dick and ball sack rested in the middle of the chair.
“Get out of your clothes, put on a show for me, bicha.”
Parker kicked off his loafers and took his socks off. He slowly undid the buttons of his blue dress shirt while undulating his body, he threw his shirt to the floor. He unzipped and undid the belt of his khakis, he tossed them. He peeled off his undershirt. He was now seductively dancing around in his black leather jockstrap. He turned around and was shaking his ass that had the butt plug in it. He grabbed his jock and hurled it.
“Get me hard again so I can fuck you” commanded Eduardo.
In a flash, my son was on his knees again between Eduardo’s legs, he was sipping whiskey and puffing on a Marlboro Red. My son had cupped his balls with one and was fondling Eduardo’s cock with the other. That tool was stiffening. Parker kissed the head of Eduardo’s cock and was flicking his tongue slowly on it. Eduardo stubbed out his cigarette on the desk and finished his whiskey. He reached down and pulled out Parker’s black butt plug. My son whimpered was Eduardo stuck his finger in his hole.
“Yeah, babe, you’re nice and ready for me. Get in the bed on your back, spread your boy pussy and play with it” whispered Eduardo hoarsely.
Parker jumped in his bed on his back, spread his legs and was now fingering his ass. I had never before seen such a expression of lust and bliss than on my son’s face as he played with his ass in anticipation of taking that stud’s hog in it.
“You like it rough, don’t you bjcha?” growled Eduardo.
I had given Eduardo a full report on Parker’s fuck session with Jake, that he liked to be beaten.
“Yes, I do” whimpered.
“Get the fuck on your hands and knees, ass up!” hollered Eduardo.
Parker got in position. Eduardo took his thick, black leather belt from his jeans, folded it and beat my son’s ass with it. Parker cried out; Eduardo beat his ass again. Parker wailed but there was pleasure as well, my son was one sick bitch. Well, if that’s what he’s into, I wanted him to be happy, by setting up this tryst. Eduardo beat him a few more times.
“Get up on your back and spread your legs for me” barked Eduardo. Parker did as he was told.
Eduardo lubed his cock and then sprayed my son’s warmed up chute. He got in the bed over my son, lifted his legs higher and raised them toward the ceiling. Parker moaned with joy as the head of Eduardo’s cock began penetration of his anal canal. Eduardo was all the way in. Parker’s guttural sounds as he was pierced by 8.5 inches of Latin cock were tremendous. His blues eye widened. I was jacking my dick intensely, as I watched my son being sodomized from different angles on split screens.
Eduardo’s powerful torso was moving up and down as he rammed his long, thick cock in and out my son’s stretched out hole. Eduardo’s dark penis clashed with the paleness of Parker’s ass. They were both making passionate sounds as they both got what they wanted. My son from being fucked and Eduardo from fucking a hot slut, which is what my son was. They were in the zone. Eduardo bent his head down and stuck his tongue in my son’s mouth. They were making out as they fucked. I jerked myself off watching, I came on a towel.
The fucking continued; the sounds grew more delirious. Parker was sobbing, his dick began spurting his boy juice loke a fountain from this pleasurable assault. His cum shot in the air and splattered on Eduardo’s chest. He kept fucking my son until he groaned as his hips bucked. They lay together glowing. Eduardo pulled his cock out of my son’s gaping ass, ropes of thick Latin cum were dripping from it. Eduardo now lay next to Parker holding him and caressing him. He had been a great lover, it was what my son needed, I knew that.
“Hey, tomorrow there’s a party I’d like to take you to, you’ll have a great time” said Eduardo.
“Sure, anything you want” said my son kissing the man who just fucked him.
“Let’s get cleaned up.”
They went to bathroom and got in the shower and cleansed themselves. They dried off. Eduardo got dressed.
“Take it easy, I’ll pick you up tomorrow night” he said kissing my son, he left.
The nude and shiny Parker poured himself a whiskey, drank it down, got into bed and turned out the light.
“Mitchell! Thanks! Your son is one hot piece of ass!” said Eduardo who was now back in my study.
“As long as you both enjoyed yourselves.”
“We sure did! It’s great that you’re so open minded!”
“I want him to be happy.”
“I made him very happy; I’m going to see him again tomorrow.”
“Cool.”
“Since you’re so open minded, you can try Parker out yourself tomorrow” said Eduardo handing me a business card, “He’ll blow your mind as well as your cock! It’s very discreet, he won’t know it’s you.”
“What?! That’s disgusting!”
“Hey, in my culture it’s common when the son is a veado, the father and other male relatives use him, everybody’s happy. Think about it, have a good night” he said as he left.
The business card had a black leather bondage mask as its logo, “Youthful Connections Nightly” was the title, “Hot Bottoms Only Under 24 admitted for free. Tops Any Age $100 Cash was the description, 10:00 PM to 4:00 AM were the hours. There was a downtown Orlando address which I recognized as a property I had made a deal for.
My son was going to a depraved sex party to put out for total strangers?! I imagined what went on such an event and shuddered. I went to bed; my wife was sound asleep.
The next morning, Annette, Parker and I had brunch at the country club.
“I called Eric, he’s visiting his folks from Brown. He’s going to come over later to hang out” said Parker.
“That’s wonderful” said Annette.
Eric was Parker’s high school best friend; it was natural that they reconnect during the Thanksgiving break as they were both around.
After brunch, Annette drove to Sarasota to visit friends, have dinner and to see a musical in the evening, she’d be staying overnight.
Parker went to his room, and I went to my study to do some work. At 2:00 PM the doorbell rang, I answered it and let in Eric Walden. He was a 6’2”, muscular All-American Boy with sandy hair, twinkling green eyes and chiseled facial features.
“Great to see you again, Mitchell!” said the smiling Eric, in his deep masculine voice as he firmly shook my hand.
“Likewise, Eric. Give my regards to your folks. Parker is upstairs in his room.”
“I will Mitchell” said Eric as he headed to the staircase. I went back to my study and turned on my computer.
Eric knocked on the door, Parker let him in.
“Hey” said Parker, I know this must seem weird.”
“Not at all! My best friend calls me up to not only come out as gay, but to also say he wants to hook up with me. That’s not weird!” laughed Eric, “I say if you’re gay, go for it!”
“I’ve been wanting go for THIS for a long time” said Parker putting his hand on the impressive mound in the crotch of Eric’s tight jeans. He quickly undid Eric’s belt, unzipped his jeans and pushed him onto the desk chair.
Parker was on his knees between Eric’s legs, he bent his head into Eric’s crotch and licking his hard dick through his blue boxer briefs. Eric was moaning as Parker was now doing his balls through his underwear. Parker bit on the waistband and tugged the underwear off with his mouth. Eric was a clean cut wholesome young man, I’d watched him grow up. Now, my son was giving him a blowjob.
Eric’s impressive manhood jutted up and was on display. He had a large, stunning cock with a prize flared head, his weighty smooth balls flopped on the chair. Parker slowly began flicking his tongue on his best friend’s cock. He lavished that entire joint with his lips, tongue and mouth. He did Eric’s balls. He began deepthroating Eric, his mouth stretched out and his blue eyes were bulging. Eric was sobbing as he got serviced by his best friend. They had played on the little league together, been in the Boy scouts, and double dated with girls, now my son was pigging out on Eric’s grand dick. Such was life.
Eric’s dick was twitching and spasming, he hollered, he was cumming down Parker’s throat. His neck was contracting as he swallowed his best friend’s load. He took his mouth of Eric’s cock, his luscious lips had cum on them, he licked his lips.
“That was fucking fantastic!” beamed Eric, “We could have been doing this for years!” He lip up a joint, he and Parker smoked it, passing it back on forth as Eric’s hands kneaded and played with Eric’s dick and balls. By the time they finished the joint, Eric was hard again.
Eric stood, grabbed Parker by his blond hair, pulled him up, spun him around and bent him over the desk.
“This is what you’ve really wanted all along, right faggot?!” snarled Eric, who slapped my son’s ass cheeks a few times.
“Yes! Oh god, yes! Fuck me Eric!”
Eric grabbed the lube bottle, sprayed his cock and then my son’s ass.
“Yeah, I’ll fuck you!” yelled Eric as he quickly rammed his cock up my son’s ass, “All those years we were growing up, you were checking me out! Weren’t you?!”
“YES! I’ve always wanted your cock!” cried Parker who was getting fucked by Eric as they stood at the desk which was moving from the force of the two 18-year-olds fucking. Parker wailed as he came in his black leather jock, Eric was soon grunting as he came in Parker’s ass. I had been jerking my cock at my desk and came on a towel. They went to the bathroom, took a shower together, and got dressed.
“I’ll be in touch; we’ll see each again when I’m in New York” said Eric.
“Great.”
Eric left Parker’s room. I went out by the stairs to see Eric off; he was glowing and jaunty from just getting his dick sucked by my son and from fucking him.
“Nice to see you again Mitchell.”
“Take it easy, Eric…”
Parker spent the rest of the afternoon napping in his room, it was after 7:00 PM, I was in my study sipping Johnnie Walker Black, watching the news on the television.
“Hey, Eduardo is outside. He’s picking me up to go to a party” said Parker. He was wearing tight jeans which showcased his ass and crotch, his tight black T-shirt showed off his biceps, sleek chest and alluring pecs.
“Well, have a great time.” Parker left. When the show ended, I went up to his room. I saw a zippered Louis Vuitton tote bag, I unzipped it and looked inside, I was disgusted, it was my son’s fag bag. There was a big black dildo, a butt plug, bottles of poppers, a bottle of lube, leather jockstraps, all the paraphernalia of his debauchery. There was bottle of PrEP, at least he was taking precautions for his deranged lifestyle. He left Orlando in August as a straight arrow young guy, and a few months later returned home as a perverted freak! I zippered the bag, went to my study and had another drink. I got my phone and set up an Uber, the car was soon outside. I was driven to a warehouse, I got out and went inside, it was 8:30 PM.
A muscular, good looking, Latin guy with a mustache wearing a black, button-down shirt was sitting at desk. I took out five $20 bills and set them down, he took them.
“Your first time here?” he said in a pleasing deep voice, handing me a bracelet with a number key attached.
“Yes.”
“Cool. The changing cubicles are that way. Clothing is prohibited, put on a mask, go through the locker room and have a good time!”
I went to my cubicle, unlocked it and entered. I took off my clothes and stowed them. I picked up the black leather S&M mask that was hanging on the door and put it on. I found the spacious clean locker room, I saw masked other guys walking from toward a hallway, I followed them. As I did, I saw myself in the large mirror. There was my impressive, worked out physique, my tall frame, my hardening seven and half inch, thick cut dick and my full, heavy swaying balls. There was also my head encased in that mask which concealed my identity. It had slits for my eyes, nostrils and mouth.
“He won’t even know it’s you” Eduardo had said to me. Right, there was total anonymity for tops. We couldn’t see each other, neither could the young bottoms.
I was now in a hallway with a series of doors, there were several wall clocks. Signs on the wall said, “Please allow five minutes between engagements.”
On each door were a face and nude body pictures of very attractive young guys. Below the doorknobs were small signs; a green said available, red said engaged. Some doors had nude masked men milling around, waiting for their turn with the boy of their choice. Holy shit! I found the door with Parker’s pictures on it! The doorknob sign was red, my son was putting out for a masked stranger. I stood by that door for 15 minutes, it opened. Out strutted a tall, muscular Black man with an anaconda dangling between his legs. An anaconda that my son had just serviced with his mouth and ass. I waited the five minutes for Parker to get himself ready to take on his next top, which would be me. I opened the door and entered.
It was a small room with a single bed, a plush chair and a nightstand. Parker was nude except for his black leather jockstrap, he was sitting on the edge of his bed. I ambled over to the chair, sat and spread my legs, my erection was jutting forward, and my balls flopped in the air in the space off the edge of the chair. Parker whimpered as he left the bed, he sunk to his knees on the floor between my powerful legs.
I looked down at my son, at his handsome face, his blond hair, his blue eyes. We stared into each other’s eyes as he opened his mouth with his sensuous lips and began licking the head of my engorged cock leaking with precum, with his pink, silky tongue.
I groaned with unimagined lust as my son was now continually licking the entirety of my shaft. I was now experiencing the tremendous pleasure my son gave to so many men. I didn’t care at all that it was taboo. He was still my son, and I would always love him and support him. But he was a sick and twisted punk who got on his knees and bent over for anyone. Why not me? The fact that he didn’t know it was me would preserve our familial bond while allowing me to use him as the slutty queer he was.
Jesus fucking Christ! In my 45 years as a man, no whore had ever done my balls to perfection as my son was doing with his tongue and mouth. He switched off gobbling and suckling each of my balls. Then he opened his mouth wide and took my raging cock down his throat all the way to the base. There was no choaking and gagging, my son was a real pro cocksucker. His cute, 18-year-old face was now stuffed with, and obscenely contorted around my thick cock. I was transfixed by the sight of my son now deepthroating the cock that made him. Parker’s head was happily bobbing up and down on my joint as we kept staring into each other’s eyes. He repeatedly took my tool all the way down his throat and released it up to the head, His throat was tight, stimulating my manhood moist with his spit and my precum which lapped. I patted his head and stroked his hair as I sighed. He was getting me close; I tapped the back of his head; he took his mouth off my cock. Parker went to the bed on his back, he spread his legs and began fingering his inviting pink, boypussy, he was warming it up for his dad.
I watched that exhibition as I sprayed my big, hard cock, which my son had just been sucking on with lube. I got closer to my son and sprayed his crack and hole with lube. I got in the bed between my son’s legs he spread for me, his father. I was now on top of my son, I bucked my hips, ramming my rock-hard cock deep inside of him with one blunt thrust. We both groaned as I penetrated his chute. Holy shit! I had never fucked boy ass before and goddam, it was amazing! So tight, his insides parted to take me in and clenched around my rod. I pulled it out to the tip and shoved it back in again with force. My son was babbling from getting his ass fucked by me, a real man, he was loving it, I could tell from his whining.
I kept pounding his ass with my cock, varying my rhythm, keeping the slutty bitch in suspense. I’d fast, then slow down, then I’d pause and just leave my embedded rod for a while in my son.
“Fuck me! Please! Fuck me!” begged my son.
So, I brutally started up again. Parker was sobbing as I made love to his ass with my cock. He was howling and quivering, I could see his black leather jockstrap was now stained, I had my son cum from fucking him. I kept fucking him and was soon overcome, I felt my cock spasming and ejaculating in my son’s chute, I pulled my spurting monster out of his, blasting his chest, face and hair, with my boiling seed. My son lay panting and weeping from joy, drenched in my cumload. I got out of the bed and went to the small bathroom and quickly cleaned myself up with the knowledge that Parker would soon be taking on another man.
“Hey, you were the best lover I’ve ever had” said my beaming, fucked out son as he was sponging my cum off himself and putting on a fresh, black leather jockstrap.
I opened the door, exited and left. Outside were waiting two tall, young, sinewy and tatted guys, each with long, fat cocks. I imagined these bikers would soon be tag teaming the eager Parker.
I walked through the hallway, there now plenty of nude, masked tops of different varieties, waiting at doorways to fuck the cute boys in those rooms. I got to the bar area.
“Whiskey on the rocks” I said to a striking brunette young guy who tending bar. He was shirtless and wearing white gym shorts.
“You got it, sir” he said smiling.
“Thanks” I said when he handed me my drink.
“Hey, here’s my card, you are so my type!” he said slipping a business card to me on the bar. “Text me anytime, I can host.” I nodded as I took the card and walked over to a banquette, sat down and sipped. There were other masked tops distant from each other drinking.
A tall, tan nude guy with a familiar cock, holding a cigar and a drink passed by.
“Mind if I join you, Mitchell?”
“Be my guest, Eduardo.”
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist” chuckled Eduardo as he sat down next to me, I could tell from the fumes that he was sipping premium tequila.
“Yeah, your boy gave you quite a good time” said Eduardo puffing on his cigar, he blew a smoke ring, “I watched it all, it was so fucking hot seeing that bitch sucking on daddy dick and daddy cock splitting his ass open!”
“WHAT!”
“Take it easy, I ain’t gonna tell him or anybody else, family secrets!” laughed Eduardo, “Every room has a close circuit camera feed, for security purposes. My cousin is the manager here, after you checked in, I couldn’t run to the office fast enough to watch the broadcast. Damn, Mitchell! You’re quite the stud! Kenny the bartender gave you his card! You should text him, now that you’re into boys, I’ve had him a few times, he rocks!”
“Well, goodnight Eduardo, I’ll you see soon I’m sure.” We made fists and tapped our knuckles.
“Don’t worry, I’ll drive Parker home. Closing time is 4:00 AM, he’s got a few more hours of pigging out!”
I went back to my cubicle, took of the mask and got dressed. I set up an Uber, during the drive I got an email from Eduardo, the subject line was TONIGHT and had a folder with video files. When I got home I went to my laptop, Eduardo sent the footage of Parker in the room. There it all was. So, at 1:00 AM I began watching videos of my son having sex with men. Eduardo had titled each file, “BLACK” was footage of the guy who had Parker before me. It was 20 minutes of my son taking Big Black Cock in his mouth and ass. “ME AND PAPI” was hour of the masked Eduardo and his masked father tag teaming Parker at both ends with their big, thick Brazilian cocks. “BIKERS” was Parker taking on those two thin, hung tatted trash. “DAD” was me having sex with my son. It was all mesmerizing.
At 5:00 AM, I heard Parker come in.
“Hey, Dad, you’re still up” he said entering my study. He was freshly showered; his gleaming blond hair was still damp. He was in tight jeans and tight black T-shirt. He was glowing and beaming from having sucked multiple cocks and having been fucked up the ass by numerous men, including me. My son was happy being gay, he was radiant from having put out so many times. Well, if that’s what he likes.
“Have a good time at the party?”
“I sure did, it was great! Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, son.”
I woke at 10:00 AM and got dressed, I had breakfast in the kitchen. At 11:00 AM, I went to Parker’s room. He looked angelic as he slept. He was wrapped in a blanket, I could see he was shirtless, no doubt he was nude, he sure was in touch with his body.
“Hey, sleepy head.”
“Good morning, dad” chuckled Parker.
“I’m going to the office for a few hours. Your mother won’t be back until late afternoon, so you’re on your own here for a while.”
“Okay.”
I drove to the mall and parked my car. I browsed around for an hour. I got an Uber back to my house. I went through the backyard and climbed up a tree overlooking the pool and its patio. Parker came out of the house, nude carrying a pitcher of margaritas and set it up with glasses on the cocktail table. My hunch was correct, growing up Parker liked to throw pool parties with his friends. With the house to himself, that slut was going to have some party! That was evident when he went in and returned with a large bottle of lube and a riding crop.
Indeed, 10 minutes later Parker returned followed by Eric who was nude! He was followed by Kurt, another high school mate of Parker’s. He was nude, athletic and his brown hair was in a crew cut. He was also hung. He was followed by the nude Chuck, a redhead with sinewy body, and a large dick. Parker had obviously been in overdrive to round up these friends for a reunion. These 18-year-olds had grown up together and were now men. They all dived into the pool, they did laps and horsed around. Then Eric, Kurt and Chuck rose from the pool and sat on the edge. Their lean and defined bodies each a pulsating erection and floppy, heavy balls. They were wholesome boys from good families, if their friend turned out to be a queer, why shouldn’t they use him?
My son remained in the water; he was between Kurt’s powerful legs. He bent his head down and began licking Kurt’s cock. His hands were stroking Eric’s and Chuck’s dicks. Parker was gobbling Kurt’s balls while giving hand jobs to his pals. Parker was now deepthroating Kurt’s joint, as he continued jacking the other’s stunning young cocks.
“Fuck!” “Holy shit!” “Goddam!” “Unbelievable!” were some of the exclamations that came from the three studs who were being pleasured by my son. Kurt was hollering, clearly Parker’s oral skills had brought him to orgasm. Parker was swallowing his friend’s cum load down his throat. Parker’s head was now bobbing up and down on Chuck’s rod as kept jerking Eric’s meat. Chuck’s cock spasmed as he roared, Parker was guzzling his cum. Instantly Parker was now doing Eric with his hot mouth. Eric sighed as he came in Parker’s throat. Mission accomplished! My son had sucked off his three best friends.
The studs all strolled to the divan; their sated and flaccid cocks hung softly on the fabric. My son was now serving them drinks. They sat around drinking margaritas. They sat around chatting and laughing. Parker was now on his knees before them on the divan. They kept on conversing and laughing as Parker took turns fluffing up their soft cocks, they ignored him as he fondled their manhood. It was a mesmerizing sight.
“Hey,” drawled Kurt, “I think we’re ready for round two.” They all laughed. Indeed, each of the three were now sporting raging hardons again. Parker sure knew how to treat a man right! He rose from his knees and positioned himself on his hands and knees, ass up on a bench.
“You like that, don’t you faggot!” yelled Kurt as he was beating Parker’s ass with the riding crop. Parker reply was muffled as he had Eric’s cock in it again. Kurt was spraying his cock with lube, then Parker’s ass crack. Kurt grabbed my son’s hips, and rammed his cock deep in his chute, he began fucking my son. There in broad daylight was Parker getting fucked up by the ass by Kurt, sucking on Eric’s dick and jacking Chuck’s dick.
Kurt was a real stud as he hammered my son’s red ass which he just whipped. Parker’s hole was stretched out from Kurt’s cock ramming in and out him. He was gurgling from sucking Eric’s dick. Parker’s dick was rock hard from the physical and mental excitement he was experienced. Soon, his dick was sputtering, he was cumming from being fucked by Kurt. Kurt was hollering as his cock was shooting off in Parker’s chute. He pulled out, was son’s ass was gaping, Kurt’s cum leaked from it. “Next!” laughed Kurt.
Chuck was now beating Parker’s ass with the riding crop. Then he fucked him as he sucked Eric. Chuck grunted as he came in Parker, he pulled his dick out of him. Now, Eric was beating Parker’s crimson ass with the riding crop, then was fucking him as the sweaty Chuck and Kurt were sitting, watching and drinking margaritas. Without a dick to suck on, Parker’s yelping and howling from getting fucked by Eric was audible. Eric came in Parker and pulled his dick out. My son’s beaten and fucked ass was totally wrecked.
Eric, Kurt and Chuck swaggered back into the house, followed by the limping Parker. They sure needed to clean up. I continued jerking my dick, my cim rained down from the tree and onto the grass. I climbed down, went out front, got an Uber and returned to the mall parking lot and drove home. It was 4:00 PM, I heard Parker snoring in his room, he was understandably exhausted. At 5:00 PM, my wife arrived back from her trip, we kissed. Then we changed into casual wear’ we were having donner with friends at the country club. Parker came down at 6:00 PM dressed in tight jeans and a tight black T-shirt.
“I’m going hang out with Eduardo.”
“Have a good time” said my wife.
Dinner at the club was convivial with three other couples. Angus was a lawyer, Sherman was a doctor, Lawrence was an architect, their wives volunteered for charitable foundations. It was a pleasant evening.
“Enjoy your poker game, I won’t wait up” chuckled my wife as she kissed me. The other husbands said goodnight to their wives.
Angus, Sherman and Lawrence, were all like me; successful, masculine, handsome men in their 40’s. Angus was Eric’s father, Sherman was Kurt’s father and Lawrence was Chuck’s father. After witnessing their sons ravaging my son, I contacted them. I thought they would like the same treatment. They eagerly took me up on their proposition. There was no poker game tonight. As our wives had taken our cars to drive home, we got an Uber together and went to the downtown warehouse. We each paid $100 to the grinning cashier. We went to our adjoining cubicles, then we were nude in the hallway wearing black bondage masks. I had texted Eduardo to make sure Parker to keep Parker available. We walked through the hallways crowded with nude men wearing black bondage masks going in and out rooms to fuck young guys. We found the masked Eduardo standing guard at Parker’s room, he opened the door. I, and my three friends entered. Parker was lying in bed, his legs were spread, he was playing with the black dildo that was stuffed in his ass. He saw us, his eyes widened, and he whimpered as pulled out the dildo.
The next hour was a feverish, exhibition of twisted debauchery. Parker was in a frenzy; he simultaneously sucked and jerked our cocks in various permutations. He kept that up, when he was on his hands and knees, spreading his hole for us as we each had a turn fucking him. Eric, Kurt and Chuck had fucked Parker that afternoon, now their fathers had their turn on him. When we were done, Parker was a fucked out, babbling mess drenched all over with our cum. His ass and mouth were wrecked from being worked over four strong men.
We swaggered out of the room, our manhood had been satisfied by my son, it and our swaying, drained balls dangled between our legs as we marched to the bar. A cute boy waiter in gym shorts brought a bottle of whiskey to our banquette. The boy all lit the cigars he also brought us. We sipped and smoked, basking in the collective exhilaration of the awesome fuck session we had just had with my son. It’s good to share. We took showers, dressed and got separate Ubers home.
The next morning, Parker, I and my wife were on the patio enjoying the hearty breakfast she had prepared, as well as a pitcher of Bloody Mary’s. When we were done, Parker got his suitcase and kissed his mother goodbye. I drove him to the airport.
“I just want to say, I know it’s been tough for you the last few months with my coming out and bringing Jake here. I appreciate how well you’ve accepted me.”
“You’re my son, I love you and want you to be happy.”
“I’m very happy.”
I parked the car, and we went into the airport and waited at the gate. Boarding eventually began.
“Thanks for everything, I can’t wait to come home for Christmas break” said Parker as he hugged me.
“I look forward to that.”
