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It was only about an hour since we both drifted off into a slightly deep sleep. I was on my side, spooning Max as he laid comfortably in my heavy muscular arm. I woke up before him from the nap, taking a deep breath as I looked around and at Max. “What just happened…?” I thought, feeling overwhelmed from the whole life changing event that just unfolded between me and Max.
As I kept observing my surroundings, I noticed my little cock was twitching, already feeling excited from the sheer presence of Max next to me. I told myself I needed to relax and knew that we’ll definitely be having some fun together later, but we had to assess what just happened.
I started moving my hand around his chest, loving the feel of his smooth chest and abs, taking deep breaths behind his head as I felt him starting to move his body a bit. He let out a light moan as I felt him stretching his whole body and then felt him scoot back against me. “Mmm… you’re so warm, dad…” He mumbled. I made a deep humming sound as I pulled Max closer, almost squeezing him tight into my arms. “Good… glad I can keep you nice and warm, champ.”
I started rubbing my hands all around his torso, admiring his body so much. One of my hands then grazed lower towards his groin, also admiring how smooth it was with not a single pubic hair in sight. But for the dozenth time, I was shocked when my finger tips touched the base of his dick. It was so wide and thick I had to pause before I traveled farther along his shaft, realizing he was rock hard all over again after that nap.
“Mmm… did you have a good nap, Max?” I asked, slowly wrapping my hand around the base of his huge cock, and giving it a light shake. It was so big I had to put some force to lift the whole shaft when grabbing right at the base. It was like holding a heavy rolling pin. “Nngh… yeah dad, I did.” He said, not bothering to move as he allowed me to take control of the erotic moment. “Good… ‘cause it looks like someone else had a good nap too… and is already up and ready for another workout…”
I let out a light and seductive chuckle, humming again behind Max’s head as I nuzzled down into the back of his neck, gradually starting to stroke his huge cock. I stroked upward and then slid my hand all the way to the head and already felt a copious amount of precum oozing out of his piss slit. “Fuck, son, you’ve got so much stamina in you… wonder if it’s from all that soccer you’ve been playing.”
Max giggled and continued to slide back towards me, enjoying the feel of my muscular abs and pecs pressing against him. “I guess so, dad… I hope you can help me take care of it.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I started jerking him off a little harder, hardening my grip along his long shaft as I heard him moan from my firm squeezing and gripping. “Looks like I’ve got some work to do again.”
Without a word, I let go of his cock and slowly sat up. I got on my knees and turned Max onto his back and spread his legs apart for me to get in between them. I laid down on my stomach and got on my elbows as I dove in and started sucking on one of his heavy balls. “Mmm… so heavy…” I said, sliding my tongue all around it while it sat in my mouth. I raised my head, yanking on the scrotum and the one testicle until it popped out of my mouth, only to move to the other and sucked on it as well with a rumbling moan to send vibrations through his balls. “Oh fuck dad! That feels so good!”
“Mmm…” I didn’t say anything but just kept going back and forth between each of his balls. After giving his big sack of cum makers attention, I rose even higher with my hands to be at level with the head of his cock. “Ngh… please dad, I need to cum so bad…”
Before I started sucking his cock, I used one hand to keep it still, and then started to lick and the underside of the head, teasing it. “Yeah? My big boy needs to be released?” I asked licking aggressively now on the underside as his cock kept twitching in response. “Yes! Please… it’s so hard not to have to jerk off after everytime I wake up. My dick just has a mind of its own or something.”
Damn, I knew I tended to have morning wood a lot but not almost every single time after waking up. That was hot though, thinking that now I always had an excuse to come and service my son’s huge cock. “Then let dad take good care of you… but you better give me that nice big load of protein of yours in exchange…” And then I dove right in, sucking on the head like a pacifier, sucking it and bobbing my head up and down.
Max released a loud moan as he arched his back, thrusting his cock upward into my mouth, bumping into the roof of my mouth and then into my throat. I sucked and sucked on it, still tasting the cum from his last orgasm earlier. It tasted so manly I was getting drunk off of it. “Fuck, dad… keep going.” He just kept thrusting and I was loving every moment of it.
After just a few minutes of bobbing my head and sucking that rod off, I actually had an idea. I knew just what might help get Max off.
I pulled my mouth off his cock and then crawled up and laid down on my back to the right of Max. I didn’t say anything just yet as I wanted this to be a surprise. “What’s up Dad?” He asked, slightly confused.
“Don’t worry about it, sport,” I said, grinning as I opened up my left arm, exposing my thick hairy armpit. “I know just what’ll help you feel good.”
Without a word, I grabbed Max from the back of his head and gently shove his face into my armpit, and then gently closed my arm, almost arm locking him into my armpit. Max immediately let out a gasp and then a moan when I pressed his face into it with my other hand, forcing him to breath in my musky armpit. “How’s that, son?” I asked, smirking as I watched him getting high off of it.
Rather than trying to get out of my arm lock, I could feel Max trying to shove himself harder against my hairy pit, trying to get the strongest scent out of it. “Oh my god dad I… I can’t… it smells so dang good!”
I chuckled and stayed in the same position, letting him savor it. I felt a small tickle as I noticed that Max was starting to lick my armpit. Fuck. That felt so damn good with a light tickle at the same time. “Damn it… I knew you liked my BO but I didn’t know you liked it that much.” I said, tightening my arm lock every now and then to trap his nose deep into jet black forest.
“It’s just so good dad… I need it…” Max kept taking big inhales as noticed he was jerking his huge shaft so aggressively. God that was hot. Watching my own son getting high and horny off of my armpits. “Well you can come and sniff this pit whenever you feel like alright?” I said, moving my spare hand down to grab onto Max’s big balls.
He let out a loud moan when I squeezed them and fondled them. I could see his cock was harder than ever and he was surely about to explode. “Fuck, dad…!”
I took that sign in immediately and grabbed him by the waist and lifted him so he ended up sitting right on my sternum with his cock pointing right at my face.
“You got this champ. Just let it out in your daddy’s mouth…” I said, grabbing his hips and sliding and adjusting Max so the head of his cock was sitting right on my tongue. “Give it to me, Max. I’m starving!”
Max stretched his balls downward while jerking with the other hand. I initially had the head sitting on my tongue but decided to close my mouth around the fat head and started to suck on it like one giant straw. “I’m cumming!” He shouted.
And it was big alright. I felt the load shooting through his urethra as I pressed my tongue lightly on the underside of his cock. It shot out and hit the back roof of my mouth and I immediately started swallowing it. I wasn’t going to miss a single drop. But god did he cum a lot. It almost scared me that I wouldn’t be able to swallow it all down in time. Each shot was one big long rope of cum and they felt like I was getting hit from a Nerf water gun. I don’t know how much I’ve swallowed but it had to be a whole cup of pure man seed at this point. My stomach was beginning to feel full from taking it all in.
“Fuck, I’m… I’m almost done, I swear,” Max kept jerking his monster cock, trying to squeeze every last drop out of it. All I did was moan in response, holding his hips still so he could stay in balance. Almost done? Like he wasn’t done cumming like a whole minute ago? Where does this boy store all his spunk? The more I thought about it the more I got turned on.
“You got this, son. Just let it out,” I insisted, popping my mouth of the head for a second. “Just use my mouth as your cum dump whenever you need to let out, okay?”
I closed my lips around the head again and sucked on it, feeling that only a few more oozes were coming out. After what seemed like he was now done cumming, Max slid his his down my torso and then laid down on my body which was big enough to be his own bed. Max laid on my big pecs as he was panting. I glided my hands along his back to try and sooth him from the post-orgasm. “Feel better son?” I asked, smirking.
“Hell yeah dad…” He said as I felt a hand of his slide around one of my nipples. God did that feel nice.
I kissed him on the head before I lightly lifted him and placed his body next to mine. “You just relax Max,” I said, reaching over and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “I’m gonna go make some dinner.”
“Mmm, thanks dad…” Max said, smiling before closing his eyes again and drifting off. I swear that boy may have a lot of stamina on the soccer field but he definitely gets easily drained in bed. I took one more glance at his huge cock that was just draped over his thigh as a drop of cum started to slowly ooze out of it. I reached over and scooped it with one of my fingers as I heard a light moan from Max. I licked it up and then licked my lips, savoring the taste of my son’s rich cum. I think I definitely have a new obsession.
Moments later, I was in the kitchen, cooking up a good meal for the both of us. A simple steak with potatoes and greens, nothing too complicated. Can’t forget the generous butter while basting the steak on the pan with some herbs and spices. And just to complete it, a side of A1 steak sauce and some homemade tea, lightly sweetened because I’m trying to keep an eye on my sugars.
I rubbed my stomach while still finishing up Max’s steak and didn’t realize how less hungry I am now after swallowing all that damn cum. I could practically live off just his cum maybe if Max could produce enough. Don’t wanna drain him out completely.
After I’d set up the plates on the kitchen island, my plate in front of me and Max’s on the other side with a stool for him, I heard footsteps coming from my bedroom and saw Max standing at the frame between the kitchen and hallway, wearing just a pair of boxers. “Did you have a good beauty sleep?” I asked, smirking.
“Yeah… sorry about that.” He said, scratching the back of his head.
“Sorry? For what? Having a good recovery time after an exhausting soccer game?”
“Heh, yeah… definitely that.”
“A man needs necessary resting time as well as a good meal to keep those muscles nice and strong.” I leaned forward onto the island with a smirk, taking a glance at his crotch. Those boxers were hardly doing any justice for what Max had packing down there. Didn’t matter though. I had a ridiculously hot looking son and couldn’t ask for more.
Max smiled and started walking over and took a seat on the stool. He noticed I didn’t have one on my side and asked, “You don’t need a chair dad?”
“Nah, I’m okay with standing while eating. Now eat, beasty boy. You need some protein and vitamins if you wanna win the next soccer game.”
Max blushed a vibrant red as he took his knife and fork and started eating the medium rare steak I made for him. “This is amazing, dad!” He said, taking a bite of the steak and then the potatoes with green beans. We had a nice comfortable silence for a few minutes. The post sex energy still lingered from the bedroom. My ass was mildly sore from all the fisting and fucking but I didn’t care. It felt fucking amazing.
Max moved his eyes from the food to my crotch, noticing just now that I wasn’t wearing anything. His eyes were piercing straight at my dark black bush of pubes and my little dick. He then looked up at me, back down, and back up at me in the eyes. “You’re naked, dad,” he said, adjusting his cock a bit. It was almost like that thing was ready to pound all over again. “Yeah? So? No one’s home but us. And Daniel won’t be back ‘til next week.”
I chuckled while chewing on my meal, and started rubbing one of my hands into my pubes, making a light ruffling noise. “Also I think my son would enjoy ogling at my muscles all day if he could, right?” Max smiled and said, “Oh yes! I’d love that!”
Another moment of silence passed, and it started to bug me because I needed to know where exactly me and Max stood. I mean, we’re pretty sexually open now with each other, but a father and son? Is this more common than I realize? What about the age gap? I’m so much older than Max there’s no way he’d want me to be his boyfriend, let alone the fact I’m his biological father.
“So… I gotta ask, son,” I said, putting my utensils down after finishing my plate. “Where uh…”
I couldn’t get the words out. I honestly didn’t know how to ask because this was a topic in a field I’m not really familiar with. “Where, or, are you looking for a partner or…?”
“Max was a bit startled by the question but smiled right after. “Dad, that’s so random!” He said, chuckling after.
“Well I gotta know, ya know? Especially after, well… what just happened and all.”
He looked me in the eyes, smiling, almost trying to reassure me. “You’re so silly dad,” he took a bite of the steak and paused for a moment. “I mean, I was looking for a little bit throughout college, but…”
Max scratched his chin and glanced to the side also looking like he wasn’t sure how to word everything. “You like boys like you? Your age? Size or…?” I asked, taking a sip of my tea.
“Well, not exactly.” He said. “I kinda like men… real men… older, bigger men…”
I leaned back down onto the island and gazed into his eyes, not leaving for a second. He looked a bit fluttered from my staring, trying to pull the answer right out of him. “Men that look well, like you…”
“Hmm…”
So let me get this straight. Not only did my son come out to me today but he just confessed that he has feelings for me? Hitting on me basically?
His face was beet red and I kept staring at him, just observing him and teasing him with my emotionless, almost aggressive and assertive face. “You mean like this?”
I then started doing something I know best at, and that was bodybuilder poses. I started with a side chest pose, pumping my pecs, left, right, left right. “Or like this?” I said, changing to a side tricep pose, then a front double bicep pose. Max’s jaws dropped. I grinned after seeing how speechless he was. I wanted to tease him some more and see how much deeper I can go. I turned for my back facing him and did a back lat spread pose. The only difference was that I didn’t have my posing underwear on so I was just completely bare. I flexed my huge glutes a couple times and looked back over my shoulder. Max was breathing like a hyena with his mouth still gaped from the posing. “Or how about this?”
This one was less common than the mandatory 8 that every bodybuilder needs to perform when competing. I flexed my arms forward with fists tightened, performing Arnold’s signature double straight arm. I could see Max’s eyes gliding from my deltoids straight down to my hands and tracing every vein and artery I had pulsing across my biceps and forearms. I couldn’t help but do just one more.
But before I did that last pose, I saw Max get out of his stool, almost drooling and come walking to my side and immediately grab onto one of my biceps. My biceps were just so damn big his hand could hardly wrap around even half of it. I stayed in the same pose for a moment, letting him slide his fingers across my arms to feel the striations between my biceps, triceps, deltoids and more. “Or maybe men like this?”
I transitioned to a front lat spread, placing my hands to my hips and pushing my barrel chest out to where it almost hit Max in the face. I was really proud of my pectorals actually. Due to my genetics, my stored fat seemed to like to store itself along the lower and mid areas of my chest, making them protrude even more and giving me that manly pec cleavage I worked so hard on.
I felt Max slide his hands from the top of both of my pecs and slid them down to feel how rock hard they were, grazing right over my half-dollar sized nipples that sent a shock through my spine when he touched them. His hands then came to the lowest part where the pectorals and abs meet, cupping my man tits. I know my pecs were really big and round and probably could be dubbed as man tits, but I didn’t care. I honestly liked that derogatory term since it emphasized just how big mine were. And I wasn’t going to stop showing them off either to the public or Max.
“Yeah… like you, dad…” He said, quietly, trying to take in all the viewing I was spoiling him with.
“Well then I guess you’re pretty lucky huh?” I finally relaxed, letting my muscles loosen up. It does get slightly exhausting from posing because I have to be very precise on which muscles to flex to optimize the viewing and contours between each of them.
My brain decided to go back into slightly serious dad-mode. I wrapped my huge arms around Max and pulled him in, embracing for a moment in pure warm and comforting silence. “Max… I know what we did earlier was great and all, but…” Max looked up to me, almost giving the cutest puppy face ever. I knew he wasn’t ready for this conversation but I wasn’t either. We had to discuss it at some point or it’ll never happen.
“Me and you know this dad and son thing is taboo,” I paused, leaning back against the stove and allowing Max to drop all of his weight onto me. “And I know you don’t wanna stop… and I don’t either.”
I watched Max move his head to lay onto my chest, feeling my heavy heart pounding beneath my left pectoral. “This is a new and weird path I’m discovering… but I’m willing to try it with you. I mean, you are my one and only son and my most prized possession I’ll ever have.”
I felt Max tighten his hug around my body. I rubbed his head, gliding my right hand from the top to the back of his head, trying to sooth him in case he was beginning to feel any stress since I’ve always been the selfless kind of dad who tries to hold onto the stress for his child.
“Just do me a favor and help guide your old man, okay?” He looked up into my eyes, both of our olive green eyes aligned to one another.
“I’ve been away from the regular world for 20 years and this old rag here hasn’t felt love since before I divorced your mom.”
Max nodded yes with a faint smile, nuzzling back into my man cleavage. “But… I think with your help I might just be able to rediscover what love is. Think you can handle that, champ?”
I felt Max tighten the hug even more with the little strength he had in him. That made me chuckle a bit. “Of course, dad,” He said, rubbing parts of my back. “We can work on this together.” I hear him take a nice big inhale to get a whiff of my body. “It’s just that… I think I… I really love you dad, as my father… but… I think I love you more than just that.”
Damn it. This was getting too emotional and heart wrenching but it’s not like I should be disappointed. I’ve just never heard the concept of a father and son ‘in love’ rather than just love for each other. I think we’ll just have to take it slow, especially for this old dude.
“Yeah? You don’t wanna go out and look for someone else to be your true love?” I asked, smirking as I slid one of my hands down to graze and grab onto one of his butt cheeks. Fuck, all that soccer he’s played really paid off. He’s got a round ass like I do!
“No!” Max declared, pouting at me.
“Why should I go to the trouble of finding some stranger when you’re already the full package?"
“I can’t argue with you there, son.”
I mean, why should I be bothered? It would take less work for him and I can still take good care of Max while he lives his life. This new life is gonna either be really smooth and easy or complicated, and I don’t think I’m going to know what it’s like unless I try.
That’s what I was trained to do; making life changing decisions without truly knowing the know. This new style of fatherhood is definitely gonna be one hell of a ride, and I was willing to risk it all just for Max - the only thing I truly cared about.
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