Golden Ticket

I took one quick look in the mirror before heading out. The invitation had said to dress casually, and I had on my summer-weekend athleisure attire: gray T-shirt, light jersey knit shorts, sneakers, and a ball cap. My 5'11" and 170 pound reflection looked back at me. I'd spent my 20s getting that lacrosse jock bod I lusted after as a skinnier, not-too-athletic dude in college. Like a lot of 30-year-old gay guys in the city, I was both proud of the work I'd put into my body and insecure about its imperfections.

"What the fuck?" I chuckled aloud. I wasn't the main attraction today. I grabbed my keys, phone, and a manila envelope and headed out the door.

It was one of those rare New York summer days when it wasn't too hot or too humid, so I walked the several blocks from my place to Grand Central. I didn't have to wait long for the Metro North train I was supposed to take to the well-to-do bedroom community north of the city.

I was both nervous and excited on the train ride up. I needed my head examined spending this kind of money on an hour's worth of sexual entertainment. I had a good job in finance, but that ten-thousand dollars was a hell of a lot to blow. I had an emergency fund that had become a downpayment fund in case I wanted to buy my own place. Dipping into it was a bona fide stupid thing to do.

But Stu reminded me when he told me about this gathering that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. "Think about it, Tim? When are you going to have another chance to see a real father and son team?" He had a point, and that was all the convincing I needed.

Stu Emerson was my ex. A partner at one of the city's high-powered law firms. Stunningly handsome, with silvery gray hair that pushed my buttons. My only real boyfriend to date. Stu and I got off on our age difference and our mutual appreciation of incest roleplay in the bedroom. For a couple of solid years, I was Son and Stu was Dad and the sex was scorching hot. Eventually, like a lot of guys we started to think we could do better. I started to lust after better-in-shape DILF-ier guys, and Stu pined for younger men as I got closer to 30.

We broke it off, amicably, and went after what we wanted. Me pursuing a string of hot DILF hookups, Stu fucking a succession of NYU kids looking for their Daddy fix. But Stu and I occasionally would hook up in an on-again/off-again fuckbud situation. It was complicated.

I now had an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. The anticipation, sure, but also the worry I was making a mistake. Stu vouched that this was the real deal. "I haven't seen the guys, but Charlie, the host, assures me they're hot."

The train was pulling into my stop, so I got out and walked down the station platform, to the far end of the parking lot as I'd been instructed. I hated this secrecy, but also understood it. I mean, the measures probably weren't enough to prevent law enforcement from tracing anything, but the men invited were a select few, found by word of mouth. I waited, looking out for anything that might be my ride, as I clutched the envelope.

I didn't have to wait long. A black town car pulled into the station lot and came over to me. The driver was friendly and professional as he got out.

"Mr. Tim?" he greeted. "I take it you have the document?"

I held up the envelope, and the drive opened the door for me. "You're my second stop," he said, indicating there was another guest in the car already.

I hadn't given it much thought, but to the extent I had, I expected the guys at this party wouldn't be all that attractive. Maybe it was just the trollish stereotype of the kind of pervs who pay for a sex show, though I had to admit I was now officially one of those pervs.

The man in the backseat was one of the hottest men I'd ever seen, though. I'd place him in his early 40s, probably a finance hedge-fund guy, wedding band, wearing golf attire and clearly just coming from a round at the club. He was the age and type I'd almost exclusively gone for when I first came out and moved to the city, before I'd graduated to slightly older men in their late 40s and 50s.

Now I was wondering why abandoned dudes this age. He was DILF extraordinaire. Crossfit body, handsome as fuck, and casually masculine. Brown eyes, golf-course tan, and medium-short brown hair like hundreds of finance guys his age. My dick was already popping wood all day off and on in anticipation of the show, but it firmed up again as I slid in the seat and was offered his hand.

"Steve," the man said as he gripped my hand in a finance-guy handshake - very firm but perfectly timed not to hold too long. I wouldn't say he was flirty but he had a bright smile and brighter eyes.

"Tim," I replied, trying to return that open, friendly approach without slipping into schmoozy professional mode like I normally did with a man like this.

"Maybe we're not supposed to use our real names, but fuck that," he said. "I don't see why all the cloak and dagger business."

"I know," I chuckled. "Guess they got to be careful."

Steve nodded down at my lap. "Got your Golden Ticket?" He had a similar envelope next to him. Inside was a certified check and a rental agreement for an expensive lake house in upstate New York, which neither Steve nor I would be using.

"Expensive ticket," I nodded.

The guy laughed. "Yeah, I'll say. Better be worth it." He flicked my envelope playfully. "I will give the guy credit. Or his accountant. It's not water tight, but it's a good way to launder money."

I looked nervously toward the driver's seat and the chauffeur. Steve laughed but lowered his voice to ease my concern. "He's cool, man, don't worry."

We drove on, and I looked out the window. I wasn't even caring to figure out where we were heading, I was mostly amused by the very expensive homes we were passing. When I looked back, Steve's attention was on me and he had a sly smile.

He leaned in to whisper to me. "You're just my speed, buddy... If I weren't dropping ten thou on a show..." he said.

My dick, already primed and excited, firmed up. "Yeah, you too," I said with a smile, which made the guy chuckle. Steve leaned back in his seat and spread his legs. I could see his erection, too, and it flattered me. But every part of this guy was hot. I felt a little guilty when I saw his wedding band, but I figured he could make his own decisions about his fidelity.

Pretty quickly, we pulled up to a mansion. Secluded, leafy. The wealth of the place made this whole thing seem even more tawdry.

"Show time," Steve growled enthusiastically, reaching down to cup his erection briefly before stepping out of the car.

As we were shown in, a shorter, cute 30-something strawberry-blond guy greeted us, took our envelopes, and held out individualized boxes for our cell phones and smart watches, and patted us down for anything that might record video or audio. "Charlie's rules," he apologized.

We were nearly the last ones there. The men there were having a drink, standing around a study chatting. Some were taking advantage of the open bar, some were holding off on the booze, wanting to be sober and clear headed for the show. I poured a light gin and tonic.

As I fixed my drink I looked around. There were a lot of well-to-do men. Finance guys, probably some lawyers like Stu, and a couple of the men in their 50s gave off a politician vibe, though I had to imagine it was risky for them to come here.

Maybe it was risky for all of us, I thought.

I was clearly the youngest guy there, except for one other, who walked into the room, with a much older man in tow, a very attractive DILF who was fit, tanned, and well-groomed. The young guy gave off trust fund kid vibes, in the easy almost cocky confidence he had interacting with the older men in the room. And DILF had that trophy husband look to him. I needed not to be so judgmental, I realized.

A hand clapped on my shoulder. "Tim!" came the familiar voice. "Though maybe you're not using your real name?" he asked.

It was Stu. I turned around and gave him a quick gay-buddy hug. "Tim's good," I said. "Great to see you, Stu."

I pulled back and looked at him. I was so used to seeing Stu in his work attire, or after-work attire, the casual look threw me for a loop. Canary-yellow Brooks Brothers polo, khaki shorts, loafers with no socks. "I can't thank you again for the invitation."

Stu's eyes twinkled. "I knew you'd love this, Tim. You're gonna go wild, I promise," he said.

Something in his tone made me pause. "You been to an event like this before?" I asked, incredulous.

He grinned and gave a little nod. "Not the same dad-son pair and not nearly as hot, but Charlie's hosted a team before. Hottest experience of my life."

I took his words in with anticipation. My dick was chubbing up once more. I worried I was gonna get blue balls from the sexual overstimulation. "Wait," I said. "Have you seen the team for today?"

"Oh yeah," Stu replied. He pointed over to where a TV screen was showing pictures. "They've set up a slide show.... to show the guys are the real deal. You should check it out. That's part of where your money went," he added.

"To pay for a TV monitor?" I asked, confused.

"Nah. Let's put it this way. There are fathers and sons who might fuck for the money. But sharing fucking boy scout camp photos... seriously, Tim, go check it out. These guys are fucking unbelievable."

Stu wasn't inclined to exaggerate, so I told him I would. My ex patted me on the shoulder and went off to mingle. I had a feeling he knew at least a couple of the men attending.

I stepped over to where the monitor had a slide show of family snapshots, in a loop. There were about a dozen photos, each hotter than the others. Father posing with son. Stu wasn't lying. These guys were the real deal and hotter for it.

As I watched, transfixed, and more than a little horny, a man stepped up beside me. Silver haired, decent shape dad bod, he was one of the guys I took for a politician. Maybe my libido was amped up, but I'd be into this 50-something man fucking me silly. Like Stu, he was more handsome than fit, but he had a sexual aura about him as he stuffed his hand in his golf shorts to arrange his hardon. Like Steve, he was in golf attire, though I wasn't sure if he'd come from the links or if he was just in country club mode.

"Fuck, that boy's incredible," he observed, casually massaging his erection. It was wild. I'd never been to a sex party before, but what was weird here was that the men seemed so open about sex but it wasn't about each other.

I examined the photos. The Son was clearly an athlete, a football jock and looked almost the stereotype. Lean but bulging muscle, buzz-cut brown hair, ruddy face, big goofy smile. The hottest was a picture of him at practice, shirtless and wearing white lycra pants.

The Dad of course pushed my buttons. Even more than the son, he has a real Midwestern, Middle America vibe to him. Two inches shorter than his quarterback son and packed with much more muscle that came with age, along with that ex-jock, dadbod beer belly. Not too hairy, but in one shot of him shirtless at a lake house, you could see the brown fur get thicker on his stomach and down toward the waist band of his board shorts. And there was a nice thick amount of soft fur on the man's bulging forearms, thinning out along the big guns of his biceps.

Dad had a smile to match his son, and the same brown eyes. You could tell they were related, even if Dad and Son weren't posing together in a few of the snap shots.

"The Dad's more my speed," I admitted, which got a smile and a lewd glance from Politician guy.

"I bet he is," the man laughed in a friendly laugh, patting me on the shoulder. "Something here for everyone I guess."

I nodded. "For sure. And, I don't know, I think the fact they're father and son makes each one even hotter for me."

Politician got a naughty look to his face and whispered. "You should see my son. 19 and hotter than Jock Boy there."

I felt the blood rush to my face and my dick surge. "Oh shit. For real?" I was trying to process the implications.

I heard a soft chuckle, then he replied. "Josh and I haven't done anything. But I think about it - a LOT. I guess this little party lets me work out my fantasies vicariously."

"That's hot," I said.

He seemed relieved I wasn't being judgmental and then paused, as if he was mulling something over. Then he puled out his phone. "This stays between us, right?" he asked with caution as he unlocked his phone and swiped through. Looking up again, he added, "I figured you were a likeminded gentleman."

I agreed. "Oh yeah, you can trust me." I so wanted to see what he was considering showing me.

There it was. Josh. Normal college kid. Cute as fuck. Had some of his dad's features but with even better genes.

"Your son's hot," I said simply.

The man nodded and scrolled through a couple more pictures to show me one of Josh in just a pair of swim trunks at the beach. It was a perfect young guy's body. Just the right amount of muscle, amazing eight pack abs.

"I've definitely had some un-fatherly thoughts," Politician said with mix of embarrassment and pride in his perversion.

I went with it, egging him on. "Yeah? Like what? What would you do to your Josh if you could."

He let out a breath. "Whoo, boy.... My pick? I'd bend my boy over and eat him out before fucking the shit out of his hot college ass." He laughed at how carried away and insane his fantasy was. "But truth be told, I'd do anything he wanted if I ever thought there was a chance."

I nodded down to my shorts, where a tent was fully formed and sticking out the fabric. "You're getting me a little excited," I said in a low voice.

The man grinned. "You into your daddy? Your real dad?"

I shook my head no. "Fraid not. Just the idea, you know. That's why the opportunity to watch others do it is so hot."

Almost if on cue, the host walked in. I didn't know him beyond a couple of terse emails from an anon account, but this was clearly Charlie. A good looking 50 year old beefy dude who was in country club attire like most the other guys.

"Gentlemen let's get started. Follow me to the other room." As we did our host explained. "Two ground rules. No stepping in front of the red line. And no talking during the show itself. Beyond that, have fun, fellas."

As we filed in, I saw what he was talking about. There were two chairs and a mattress set up in the middle of the room, along with a couple of towels and a big container of lube. Around it, there was a perimeter of red electrical tape, and beyond that, eleven fold out chairs were arranged. Not too close to one another, but kind of circling around the mattress to give an optimal view of the show.

I started to sit down in one, but a man came over. The strawberry-blond guy from the front door, and I later learned he was the real estate agent who'd set up the transaction that got me my ticket there. Now, he was playing co-host. "Seating's assigned I'm afraid," he said politely. "But don't worry, there's not a bad seat."

I watched as a prosperous looking man in his 60s took that middle seat and I went to find my name taped to the back of a chair angled a little to the side. Clearly I had the cheap seat, even at ten thousand, but that was OK. Like the guy said, it was going to be an incredible view, just six or seven feet from the action.

Across from me, in the other cheap seat, sat a quiet, almost mousy guy. Married, if his wedding ring was an indication. He'd already pulled off his shirt, and while he wasn't super built, he had a nice compact body and a flat stomach for a man in his middle age.

Next to him was Trust Fund Kid and Trophy Husband. Trophy Husband was already taking off his shirt, too, and his shorts, revealing a jock strap. He looked like a Daddy porn actor and I racked my brain to think if I'd seen him before. Maybe he was just in porn-actor shape, the tanned, trim muscle a nice contrast to his short-cut gray hair. He leaned over and placed his hand affectionately on Trust Fund Kid's shoulder, leaning in to whisper something. Trust Fund Kid laughed.

Between Trophy man and the Propserous guy with the prime seat sat Stu and Charlie, the host. They were chummy and laughing and talking, so I figured Stu must know the guy pretty well. Probably explains how he found out about the party.

I felt a hand pat my shoulder and saw Hot Steve sit next to me. "We meet again," he smiled. "Ready for some action?" he asked amiably.

"Oh yeah," I smiled. "If I don't get blue balls first."

Steve laughed but didn't say anything to that.

Next to him was Realtor Guy and beyond that Silver-Haired Politician and some Businessman looking dude.

"All right," Charlie said a little loudly to announce the start. "You can come out fellas!"

The place got dead quiet. My dick throbbed, uncomfortably, and I looked over to see a rigid erection in Steve's shorts, too. I looked up and saw Mousy Guy across from me. He was almost hyperventilating he was so turned on, but he saw my glance and gave me a wink. I smiled back, but didn't keep his gaze.

Besides, the pair of the hour filed out. Both were naked except for matching pairs of Missou shorts. I wasn't sure if Jock Son was a student, or if these guys were just fans. Either way, the effect was mesmerizing. Father and son, a clear match, despite the age and difference in body size. The Son walked like a jock, confident but a little awkward, and I could see the Dad's horny gaze on his kid's backside. That look alone was nasty and could have gotten me off.

I thought they'd take a seat, and the Dad started to, but Son sat down on the mattress, Indian style.

"Come on Dad, come down here," Jock urged. The voice was adult but young. Like a frat dude's. Or a pre-frosh, I thought with a shudder.

I had no idea what to expect from a real dad-son team. I guess I realized it would be hard for two guys to be open, particularly in an exhibitionist context like this.

The Dad was nervous as fuck. Like body shaking, voice shy and cracking as he replied to his Son, "Ok..." and got down in a matching position to face his boy, not too close, but familiar. I could tell Dad was keeping his eyes on Son, trying to ignore the rest of us, to pretend we weren't there. To pretend he wasn't putting on a goddamn incest sex show.

But what surprised me was how at ease the Son was. He reached over and patted his father's bare leg, then caressing the hairy thigh in an affectionate but sexual way. "Come on, Dad. I don't mind if these guys know. What we have going on is beautiful."

I had a good angle to watch that quarterback hand go back and forth on Dad's furry leg, slowly working his way upward. I couldn't see Dad's face but I head a sigh at last. "Feels good, Son."

Son got a happy smile. "Yeah?" he encouraged. Then he looked around the group. Like he was proud to be the start of a private show like this. Turning his attention back to his father, he dug his hand way up deeper past the hem of his dad's shorts. I knew instinctively he was touching his dad's cock. "These men all think what we have is beautiful, too," he said. Fuck, this kid was a natural.

And just like that I was watching a father and son kiss for the first time. You could feel the sexual tension in the room ratchet up ten times, at least. A couple of men slid their shorts off, including Steve, which was the only thing to tempt me to look away from the Dad-Son team. Steve had a nice tool, not big, not small. Just beautiful and manly and hard. He saw me look and gave a sly wink before turning back to the show.

I did, too, only I kept my shorts on for now. It was too much temptation to have my cock out and I wanted this to last.

The pair were taking their time, too, slowly making out and feeling each other's bodies up. From my angle, I saw Dad's strong broad back and Son's hands run up and down the rippled muscle.

"Love you, kiddo," came the father's voice as he scooted back and guided his Son to a lying position, playfully tugging at those black and gold Missou shorts. I could see and hear that thick Son cock thwap onto those rippled abs. And seeing the football jock son lift his surprisingly thick thighs up to help his Dad strip him was a huge turn on. I realized I didn't know what these men were going to do. I hoped they'd fuck, but I was just told with assurance I wouldn't be disappointed.

For now, Dad was kissing slowly and lovingly up from Son's hairy thighs and along the knotted muscle of that late-teen leg muscle. The middle aged man was becoming less self-conscious now as he got into the intimacy with his son. Even better, I had the feeling his gradual exploration of the young man was his normal approach. He wasn't just putting on a display for us.

I looked around and a few of the guys - Stu, Anonymous Businessman, and Mousy Guy were stroking. Outright masturbating to the show. I don't know how they didn't cum immediately. I figured at least I could pull down my shorts, lifting the elastic over my aching hardon without daring to touch my dick, then sliding the material down off my legs, gently kicking them off.

I felt a nudge at my arm. It was Steve, giving me the thumbs up. He liked when he saw, and unconsciously I matched his masculine posture, leaning back, legs spread, letting my rigid cock ride up from my crotch.

I looked back to the mattress just in time to watch Dad go down on his boy.

"Oh fuck Dad!" Son hissed, the jock like demeanor seeming stronger than ever. "Suck my dick... like that, Dad.... oh shit..."

Dad recognize the son's quickly rising pleasure and backed off, blowing on the throbbing prick and scooting down to tongue his son's balls.

"Ah yeah, show 'em," Son urged, reaching down to caress behind Dad's ears as his nearly smooth ball sac got a nice, nasty tongue bath.

Dad repeated the process. Taking Son's thick tool in between his lips and working him slowly and lovingly, before letting Son cool his jets before another round.

Finally, Dad sucked and didn't pull back. His bobs went faster and he was applying more suction.

"Oh Dad, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna... gonna shoot in my father's mouth."

I heard a loud grunt. One of the men was coming. It was Businessman, firing heavy spurts, most of which fell past the red line, but I guess that was OK.

I watch Dad slurp at Son's prick getting out the last drops. This was so incredibly hot to watch, but part of me was disappointed if oral was all we'd see. Especially if Dad was the one doing the servicing. Still, I thought lewdly to the Politician and how he'd do anything his Josh asked. I imagined him blowing his son on demand and being grateful for the opportunity. Yeah, there was something hot about that, too.

What I saw next was insanely exciting, though. Dad crawled up on top of Son's now relaxed body and kissed him. Open mouth, loving. It took me a second to realize what was going on. The two were passing Son's cum back and forth. A heavy wad of son semen that the father had stored in his craw, only to snowball it.

Son was moaning excitedly now, clutching at Dad's bulkier body. I knew instinctively that young erection wasn't going down and wasn't gonna. These guys were going for round two.

Dad was getting into the exhibition now, slurping up a wad of spit and cum from Son's mouth loudly then raising his head about four inches and waiting for Son to open his mouth. Then Dad would let the white, frothy liquid fall from between his parted lips right into Son's mouth.

Son gargled and made a show of swallowing it all.

Dad looked down, lust-driven and paternal and proud and ruffled son's hair playfully.

"Want more, son?" he asked softly.

Son nodded yes and opened his lips again. It took Dad a second but he gathered his saliva and instead of letting it drip he hawked the spit right into the back of Son's throat.

Son moaned loudly, and now that Dad had scooted up I could see his hardon surge at the nasty action. "Fuck, Dad," he growled, his throat still full of spit.

Dad repeated the action, then both of them laughed. It was a gesture of domination but for these guys it was playful. I so wanted to know their story, their history. They were so comfortable with one another, I just knew they'd fuck around a lot together. The very idea had me leaking.

"Shit!" came a cry. It was from one of the spectators. We weren't supposed to talk but I guess Mousy Guy got carried away. He was coming in heavy thick dribbles, his face red, and muscles tense.

Trust Fund Kid looked on, smirking at how turned on we all were. I didn't like his douchy expression, but I probably had a matching one, too. The look of a guy who pays for a sex show and gets more than he expected. I watched as Trust Fund Kid nudged the leg of Trophy Husband and looked down at his own hardon. I'll admit Trust Fund Kid was majorly hung.

Trophy Husband nodded and scooted down to a kneeling position in front of his partner. He began licking, servicing his man as Trust Fund Kid's eyes went back to the action.

Dad was now fully naked, and his cock was even thicker than Son's, amazingly. Everything about the man was thick and I had gone from seeing Dad as the kind of man hot because he had an average body to being a man who was hot, period.

His face was buried between Son's spread legs as the jock pulled his knees back to his chest to give Dad access. This was definitely a familiar process for the two. It was smooth and practiced. Not wild, just a loving dad-son rim job. Enough to relax the boy and wet him down before Dad leaned up with a haughty expression battling his paternal love. He reached over and pumped out a generous amount of lube.

I wouldn't call the man's fingering technique finessed, but Son was into the way Dad prodded his whole with lubed fingers, slickening up the entrance. Then, satisfied he'd done the job, Dad got into the saddle, rubbing the thick wet head at his son's crinkled hole.

"Remember our first time, Matt?" It was Dad's voice. Alive, sexual. The question shocked me, for using his son's first name. And also seeing the Dad getting into vocalizing, into taking the initiative.

Matt nodded. "Oh yeah, Dad. Could never forget. Best night of my life."

Dad's hips contracted and his cock pushed in. There was an audible gasp in the room. This was it. The act worth paying ten thousand to watch. Slowly Dad stretched Son open as Matt clenched his eyes briefly to deal with the penetration. His Daddy had a big dick, for sure, and it must have been a lot to take.

Dad paused a couple of inches in. Maybe hitting some tightness inside, maybe just taking his time. He reached down and lovingly caressed his Son's smoother, leaner body. "You wouldn't take no for an answer," he reminisced.

"Dad..." Matt gasped, clearly overwhelmed by the mind fuck of having their personal history on display for eleven strangers. Then, getting into the connection, he reached up and ran his hands along his dad's hips and belly. Lovingly, admiringly. "I wanted you so much. Always do..."

"Yeah...?" Dad was easing more in. "Wanted your old man?"

Matt smirked. Eyes on his father. Loving and intense in their gaze on the man who created him. "You don't even know, Dad. Know how hot it is when you fuck me."

It was my peripheral vision at first, but I saw Trust Fund Kid come at those words, right into Trophy Dad's throat.

I wasn't going to be distracted, though. I focused on the pair on the mattress. It was almost not noticeable at first, but the father's muscles were contracting and like that he shoved his prick all the way in Matt.

"Fuck yes!" the jock cried. His erection was standing up from his flat stomach and his hands were now pulling his Dad's hips inward.

Dad was in charge now, though. He pulled out for another deep plunge. We were getting our show now, a real dad-son fuck.

I came. I wasn't even aware my hand was on my dick but I had the hardest nut I'd ever had in my life, spraying liquid seed everywhere. It was like the most intense edging orgasm I'd ever had, but even deeper. I didn't black out, but my vision lost focus and my body went into the shakes.

I sensed Steve laughing next to me, but as I turned I saw he was cumming too.

The fuck continued. Dad didn't go hard or fast but he was intent and deep with each inward shove. Steady. Athletic. Everything about watching that man fuck was beautiful. Even his dadbod beer belly and the way it seemed firmer as his whole body flexed.

Matt was going to come again. Maybe not immediately, but it was going to happen, I knew. The kid was just too turned on by the thick dad cock plowing him.

But Dad came first. "Daddy's gonna load you up, Matt," he growled and like that we all watched his big burly body go into orgasm. If there were any guys there who hadn't cum, they were getting off now.

"Fuck sir!" Matt bellowed, a high pitch sex voice that differed from his normal jock cool as he fired a few powerful watery strands of his jism along his ripped body. Then fell back on the mattress.

Dad and son made out for a minute then uncoupled. Dad's dong was lubed and wet from cum, and Matt was drenched in his own sperm as Dad helped him to his feet.

"Hope you feel you got your money's worth, guys," the Dad said, acknowledging us for the first time. A few replied yes aloud, but others nodded.

We all knew we had witnessed something marvelous and special just now. A once in a lifetime experience. We were just in awe.

"Good," Dad said, and sheepishly wrapped a towel around his waist and handed one to Matt, who had a big grin on his face. I wondered if this was his idea, even his fantasy. He didn't cover up but just draped his towel on his shoulder and let us see his pert bubble butt as he followed his father out of the room, probably to go clean off.

A few of the guys were getting dressed or standing up. I heard some excited talk. Steve sat next to me, looking over with a smile. "Can you believe that?" he asked. "I'm still hard." He was still wearing his golf shirt but was naked from the waist down. And indeed, his dick still stuck up hard and ready.

I was too. My thoughts were still processing what I'd just seen. But I had an incredible hot man next to me, and I figured nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"I'll suck you off, if you want," I offered. I normally would be self conscious about doing it in front of other guys, but fuck it, we'd all just watched a father and son have sex.

Steve smiled. "Tempting," he whispered. "But not here." He looked around and added. "I'm gonna head off soon. If you wanna come with..."

"Yeah," I said.

That made him happy. "I normally try to be a good boy," he added. "But today has just been incredible."

"It has," I said. "Worth every penny."

The guy had a sexual look on his face. The way he looked at me made feel like a million bucks. I could get used to that feeling. "Give me ten minutes," he said, pulling on his shorts and briefs and standing up to tuck back in. It was almost like he'd never left the club. "I'm gonna piss and say goodbye to a couple of the fellas." So Steve knew some guys here, too.

He stepped aside and patted my shoulder as he walked past.

I pulled on my shorts again. Going commando had felt like a good idea coming here, but now I had a leaking cock forming a spot in the fabric.

I looked up to see Politician Guy come over and pull Steve's chair a little to sit down, facing me.

"Pretty hot, huh?" he beamed.

"I'll say," I replied. "You can't even put it into words." As great as the experience was, I was actually enjoying the bonding of having it with these other men.

"I know you're out of my league, stud," he said with a little shyness, "but if you ever want to hookup, maybe we could do a little scene together."

"Like the one we just watched?" I smiled. I didn't mean to be a tease, but it was fun to flirt. And yeah, I liked the idea of roleplaying with this silver-haired daddy.

"Pretty much," the guy said.

"I could be your Josh," I offered, hoping I wasn't being too forward.

That surprised Politician but in a good way. "You'd do that? Then yeah, we definitely need to get together.”

"Does Josh have any clothes that would fit me?" I asked with a lewd smile.

He patted his legs. "You're a bad boy," he drawled out. "I love it." He reached into his pocket and fished in his wallet for a card. "Here... call me and we'll make this happen."

"Yeah, Dad," I whispered. Maybe jumping the gun, but the whole afternoon had keyed me up in a big way.

Politician just laughed and stood up, chubbed in his shorts. "All right. You better fucking call me," he said in a light hearted tone.

My dick was softening back to normal, but I felt alive and sexual. I said good bye to Stu and quickly met the Businessman, whose name was Frank. I then went to thank the host, who pulled me aside.

"Listen, I don't find real dad-son pairs often, but from time to time I host parties like this. If you want to be on the invitation list, let Stu give me your info.'

"I don't know that I can afford any more," I replied truthfully, "But definitely keep me in mimd."

He winked. "Got it. Thanks for coming," he said, shaking my hand like a business colleague. "Nice to have some young blood at these events. Other than that asshat Jared," he growled in a low whisper. I knew he was talking about Trust Fund Kid and I had to laugh.

I parted and made my way to the front door, where Steve was waiting, checking his phone now that he had it back. I got mine out of the box and stepped over to join him.

"Ready?" he said.

We got back into the town car and weren't too chatty actually. Mostly giving each other heavy eye contact. I was surprised I was still horny after busting like I just had. I could go again, just stroking off and reliving that magical sex show. But I had a real life DILF interested in me, and I wanted to see where this would go.

He dialed his phone.

"Honey...Yeah, played pretty well.. Listen, Jack's invited me into the city for dinner and to watch the game. Nah, I won't be too late..." Steve looked over at me. "Maybe ten?"

It like he was confirming with me. I nodded.

"Yeah, I'll text you when I catch the train. Yeah, see you tonight. Love ya."

He hung up and turned toward me. "You caught me in a rare mood, buddy," he said. "Don't normally do this."

I felt like a heel. But I also knew I'd watched a married man, wedding band and all, fuck his real son, and felt no moral compunction about it.

"Lucky me," I said, trying to be sincere and not ironic.

Steve patted my leg briefly and I loved the contact. "It's a one time thing, all right?" It was like he was assuring me off my place as a side piece.

"Got it," I said a little huffy. If Steve wasn't so hot, I'd probably be backing out just then.

The guy got a contrite look on his handsome face. "Sorry, buddy... you're a cool guy." He leaned in and whispered. "And you're hot as fuck."

God, that voice, his tone, got me hard, right there in the back seat of the car.

"I want to go to your place and fuck that hot jock ass of yours."

OK, I was full on boned. I looked down and saw the guy was on the way there, too.

"I'd like that," I said softly, and Steve chuckled. I added, not even whispering, just mouthing so the driver wouldn't hear. "Dad."

Steve broke out in a surprised smile. Equally silent, his lips formed one word.

"Son."