Hot confinement for daddy and son

Barry and Helen have twins. Paul is more attached to his father and Paulette is more in tune with her mother. When the couple divorced, the twins had just turned 18 and decided to live with the parent of their choice. Paul was eager to get his grade 12 diploma and register at the community college where he had been admitted for a two-year program in recreology. His last months in high school, however, did not unfold as planned. The outbreak of the Corona virus put him in confinement with his daddy, a strange opportunity to experience physical recreation.

Barry is an accountant and March is income tax report time. Information technology enables him to work from home. He however misses his gym sessions; fortunately, Paul installed a treadmill given by a classmate in the basement. Daddy and son use it, 40 minutes each, before breakfast: Barry at 7 and Paul at 7:45. When they cross each other, Paul can not but notice the muscular hairy legs of his father.

“If you ever need a massage, just let me know, daddy.”

“Might take you up on that offer, son, maybe after breakfast…”

During his 40-minute sprint, Paul keeps thinking of his father’s athletic condition. He feels attracted to his rugged virile look. After breakfast, daddy invites son to take a shower with him and to massage his thighs. It’s the first time that they see each other completely naked. Both are circumcised and Paul estimates that his dick is slightly longer than his dad’s cock, which in return seems thicker.

Barry just wraps a towel around his waist and lies on the bed. Paul wears his red jockstrap, kneels down, and begins to exert a little pressure on the thigh tendons. His father encourages him with small groans of satisfaction. As soon as Paul’s hand approaches the groin and barely touches his father’s balls, he senses a bulging pulse under the towel. The moan accelerates as the cock grows.

“Guess I’m a bit horny. Feel free to massage that part too. There’s lube in the drawer. But what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. Not a word to your sister or mother.”

Paul can’t believe what his father just said. Already in awe in front of his daddy’s rugged virile look, he now has a chance to feel his father’s springing joystick. When Paul gets up to reach for the lube, Barry notices that the jockstrap nicely wraps an energetic bulge. “I’m not the only one who’s horny here!”

It’s the first time that Paul touches someone else’s cock and he’s so excited. Even though he has no experience in man-to-man pleasure, he naturally caresses, massages and starts stroking his dad thick pistol. “You’re doing a good job, son, you will make me cum in no time!” Effectively, daddy ejaculates profusely, spurting his son’s skillful hand.

“The least I can do is reciprocate. I think you also want some virile fun. Am I right?

“Y…es, but I’ve never don’t this with another guy.”

“A daddy is there to train his son, to share his experience.”

On this note, Barry approaches to smell his son's package wrapped in a red jockstrap, to massage it, to make it swell to full capacity. Paul is already moaning with pleasure. His father wastes no time in removing the jockstrap and licking the magnificent family heritage. To Paul's surprise, he engulfs the cock and sucks it frantically. “Fuck, daddy! This is heaven on earth.” The rhythm increases and the climax is quickly reached. Another surprise for Paul: Barry swallows the cum and kisses his son on the lips.

Paul’s registers what just happened and promises to do the same if the opportunity arises. And it does once or twice a week. A new lesson in man-to-man pleasure is always on the menu. Paul learns what 69 means and becomes an expert. One day, when showering with his dad, he feels a warm spray on his chest, his dick, his balls, his crack. A water sport he had never imagined.

Dad and son have fun but never talk about their manly pleasures. A kind of tacit understanding. Daddy has a hairy ass while Son has a smooth one. This excites Barry and pushes him to kiss, lick, bite, and slap Paul’s behind before inserting his tongue in the crack and gradually starting to twist his way inside to reach the anus or rosebud. This is Paul’s first lesson in rimming. His pleasure is so intense that he wants to reciprocate and have his daddy enjoy the same awesome delight.

Confinement due to Covid-19 has brought daddy and son much closer. It’s been over a month now that Barry and Paul suck and rim each other. Time has come for the next move.

“Your red jockstrap frames nicely your peachy ass, son. I think it needs company, maybe a cucumber or a zucchini…”

“What do you mean, daddy?”

“I want to fuck you, for God’s sake!”

“I’ve been dreaming of that, but never dared ask you to pound me, not being sure you were into that kind of… stuff.”

“Stuff is the right word. I want to stuff your tight little butt. Your mother used to serve stuffed zucchini; I’m going to serve zucchini in a hole with creamy sauce!”

Barry lubricates Paul’s ass by first rimming it, then adds a bit of lube on his pistol, and slowly but firmly shoves it in the welcoming hole. Paul feels more pain at the beginning, but does not dare complain because it gradually turns into rough pleasure. “Deeper, daddy! I love to feel you inside me.” The pounding reaches an ecstatic rhythm punctuated by dirty talk.

“I’ll give you a fucking lesson, you little son of bitch!”

“I want to learn from you, damn Fucker!”

“You thought I had a pistol, son? No, it’s a bazooka, and you're going to have your guts machine-gunned.”

“I'm ready for a shootout, go ahead captain! You can stone me with pleasure!”

“Jesus Christ! I’m going to explode like never before. Your ass is ten times better than your mothers’ cunt.”

There is so much cum that when Barry shoves out his thick juicy cock, Paul can not retain the whole creamy load. Parts of it drip from his ass hole and daddy greedily sucks it, keeping a slurp to cover his son’s lips and to kiss in the best manly fashion.