Moving in with my son

Jake seemed a little out of it and repeated himself. "Do you know if Kevin's coming home?"

I was still sort of disoriented myself, and I said "He's not in your room? Did he text you or anything?"

"I don't know," Jake said, looking down at himself. It was at that point I realized he wasn't fully dressed. In the light from the hallway it seemed like he was only wearing a t-shirt and some small briefs. Or maybe a jock?

"I...I think I left my phone at the club. Maybe my pants too I guess..." my son, continued. He sounded exhausted. "My boss gave me a ride home."

"Kevin's at a friend's house", Brent suddenly said. It didn't surprise me that our conversation had woken him up. He sat up in the bed next to me and turned on the side lamp, grabbing his phone and looking at it. "He texted me, I saw it right before we turned in. He said he'll be back home in the morning, and he had made sure you had someone to bring you home." We both looked back over at Jake.

"Oh, ok." Jake's expression seemed relieved and he smiled a little, and rubbed his eyes. He shifted position on his feet and then grimaced a let out his breath fast, with a faint hissing sound, like he felt a sharp pain. "It's just...um..." He looked at us for a minute and said. "Nevermind, I'll...um...see you guys in the morning."

I was about to ask him what was wrong but Brent beat me to it. "What's up, buddy? You look at little rough. Long night? You okay?" Jake just looked at us both for a moment before replying.

"Yeah, I'm okay it's just...yeah, it was kind of a wild night, yeah. All good and fun but just...more than I expected. It happens sometimes. And um...Kevin usually helps me out with something after nights like that."  He looked down at the floor for a minute and then back at us. He looked conflicted and uncomfortable. I think at that moment, the paternal instincts kicked in for both me and Brent. I got out of bed and walked over to Jake, and Brent followed right behind me. I forgot about the fact that neither of us had any clothes on, but not like it mattered much around this house anyway.

I walked up to my son and said, "Jake, son, it's all good. Sounds like Kevin knew you'd be taken care of, making sure you had a ride home and then he knew I'd be here to help you. Brent too. What's going on?" I put my arm around Jake and he instantly felt more relaxed, leaning his head on my shoulder a little bit and then moving into a small half hug.

He let out a breath and said "Yeah, I guess you're right, dad." Brent stepped up and put his arm around Jake's waist on the opposite side of me. "Tell us what you need, bud." Brent said. I saw Jake look over at him and then he smiled and chuckled a little. Probably because he finally noticed Brent and I were naked. Jake was in what I now saw was a black jockstrap, maybe the same one he'd had on earlier when he was performing. I realized he must have been driven home like that and probably did leave his pants at the club. He must really be worn out, I thought. I wondered what had happened after lockdown at the club.

Jake waited another beat before answering Brent. "Well, sometimes after things get...crazy...at the club, my ass gets...really raw." He acted as if he was still a little unsure, or maybe even embarrassed, to talk with us about this.

"I bet it does, little buddy," Brent said tenderly, and though I could not see it, because of our proximity I could tell that Brent was slowly rubbing Jake's lower back with his hand, in a comforting way. I realized I was also rubbing Jake's shoulder tenderly. It felt great to know that this guy, maybe Jake's future father-in-law, already cared for my son like his own.

"So sometimes after we get home," Jake continued, suddenly sounding a little sleepy, "Kevin puts some stuff on it to help it cool down and feel better. And I really fuckin need some of that right now." He winced again as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I'd do it myself but...it's a little hard to get it everywhere it needs to go." He sort of shook his head like he was trying to wake himself up more, opening his eyes wider and taking a deep breath. He stood up straighter and started to step away from our mutual embrace a little.

"You know what guys, I'm being silly, I can really handle it. Sorry...you're both tired too, I'll take care of it and then I just need to crash..."

"Listen, son," I interrupted. "We're already up and if you need some help it's no big deal."

"That's right, Jake," Brent added, pulling him in close again. "Your dad and I both wanna help you feel better. It's what parents are for. Right, Tom?" Brent looked at me with a mix of friendliness, concern and ... maybe just a hint of humor? Brent already felt like a close friend after this past week. Shit, we were sleeping naked in a bed together like it was no big deal, as longtime buddies might do. We were hanging around the house with the boys every morning. And we had certainly been intensely close earlier tonight. I had a flash of a possible future, the idea of Jake and Kevin as a long term couple, maybe married. Both of them having two loving dads in me and Brent, after growing up with single parents. Being a family like that...the idea really warmed my heart. I pulled Jake close too, which brought the three of us together again in almost a three-way hug.

"Yep, Jake. We'll get you all fixed up," I said. "And then you can get some sleep. Okay?"

"Okay." Jake said, relaxing again and sounding satisfied, closing his eyes and enjoying the hug for another moment.

"That stuff's in our bedroom, let's go in there. I'll grab a towel from the closet."

We all parted and filed into the hallway, Jake pulled off his t-shirt and stopped to grab a bath towel. I briefly wondered why he needed it but figured this was part of the routine. We entered the boys' room. I turned on the lights but kept them dim, so as not to shock our night eyes with the light. Jake walked over to the dresser and open up the top drawer. He tossed the towel to Brent who was already standing by the bed, and said

"Here, spread this out."

Jake pulled out a small jar and walked over to us as Brent finished laying out the towel. He held out the jar, which was some brand I didn't recognize. The label was all in French.

"So Kevin gets this stuff from some fancy shop in the Castro," Jake said. "I don't know what's in it but it really does the trick. So if you could just...um...put it everywhere. It should only take a minute or two." He started to look like he was having second thoughts again, but then got the better of himself.

"I'm sorry if it's...gross or something."

Then he moved toward the bed as Brent took the jar from him. I moved closer to Brent and we both looked closer at the container. As he read the label he remarked, "I'm alright with French, picked it up over the years from working all over. Looks like this is...hmm. Not sure, but it talks about soothing and numbing." He started to unscrew the lid and we both looked up at Jake who had gotten on all fours on the bed, still in his jockstrap. What we saw made both of us take in a sharp breath at the same time.

Jake's ass was...I didn't even have a word to sum it up. His hole was red and raw. Not bleeding or anything, but it looked like he had had a pretty intense night. And it looked...bigger. Like the sphincter of his anus had grown wider, making a larger circle. I had seen his hole before...I thought back to that night when I walked in on him and Kevin, and to the night I got home from my trip a week before. But his ass had looked normal those times. Well-fucked, sure. But like other fucked assholes I had seen in person (on women) and in porn. This was...different. I had seen some intense anal porn before, with women getting gang fucked, sometimes with multiple cocks and toys in them. Afterward there were often close ups of their holes, usually as the last shot of the scene. And that's what this reminded me of.

The bits of hair around his hole and on his inner ass cheeks were matted with what looked like cum and lube, some of it still glistening with wetness. The pouch of his jock was also pretty soiled, I guess with more of the same stuff. He must have had the jock on while he was doing...whatever he was doing. I suddenly felt a pang of worry for my boy, that maybe he was into something that was too much for him. What I saw in front of me looked painful. But then I reminded myself that he's an adult and had assured me that nothing was happening that he didn't want to happen. And it sounded like this was maybe par for the course, if this was a normal routine for him after a night working at the club. I found myself wondering again what exactly had gone on.

Brent let out a small whistle and just said "Damn, son. That hole's been worked over good."

Jake, still facing away from us, lowered his head and shoulders down a little, now resting on his elbows instead of his hands. He let out a small laugh and just replied, "Yeah...like I said it was a wild night." I could see him try to clench his hole for a moment, which made him let out his breath fast, so I could tell the discomfort was really getting to him.

Brent set down the open jar on the night table and put his hand on my shoulder. "Get that dirty jock off of him, Tom. I'm gonna go grab a washcloth and get some warm water on it." Brent kept his hand on my shoulder as he moved behind me, and for a quick second I felt his thick flaccid cock brush against my ass cheeks before he passed me and walked out into the hallway.

I took a step closer and was standing right over Jake. I reached out with one hand and tugged on the waistband of the jock a little, right at the small of his back. "Let's get this off you, Jake." He responded by just pushing his head and shoulders down even more, which had the effect of pushing his ass up a little higher. He was expecting me to just pull the jock off of him, which surprised me. But whatever, it certainly wouldn't be the first time I'd removed his clothing for him, though it had been almost two decades. I grabbed the waistband with my other hand too and pulled the jock down over his butt, careful to not touch his raw hole with the strap or my hands, lest it cause him more pain. I pulled it down his thighs and he lifted one knee off the bed and then the other, letting me get it all the way down and over his calves and feet.

As I stepped over to the boys' closet to toss it in the laundry, I could feel how crusty and dirty the outside of the pouch was, especially at the bottom part closest to where the ass straps were attached. I also saw that the inside of the pouch had plenty of precum stains too. That told me Jake must have liked getting fucked, and whatever else might have happened. He always did know he was a bottom, right from the start, I recalled. There definitely wasn't a load of cum inside the pouch though. I wondered if Jake had gotten off tonight at all. I thought about asking him but Brent returned right at that moment. I tossed the jock into the laundry basket and then we both found ourselves standing at Jake's ass once again.

Jake was now naked except for a thick, black rubber cockring that was around his balls and cock. I knew that Jake and Kevin often wore cockrings to make their pouches stand out more when wearing certain things, and it made sense that Jake would have one on when performing in not much more than a pouch. I could see his cock was still probably half-hard, presumably from having the cockring on. Should we take that off too, I wondered?

Brent didn't seem to give it a second thought, though. He handed me the wet microfiber washcloth and said, "get him cleaned up a little, Tom." I stepped up right behind Jake, whose hole was now right at hip level for me. With two layers of washcloth covering my fingers, I reached out and started wiping up the sticky mess surrounding his hole. I kept the touches light, only pushing just enough to wipe up the semi-dried cum and oily lube. I asked my son if it felt alright, and he said quietly that the warm water felt nice. I looked over and he had is head on his folded arms, turned to one side, with his eyes closed. As I finished up, I must have accidentally brushed up against the raw edge of his anus, because Jake inhaled sharply and I could see his sphincter clench suddenly. He let out a short sound, something between a cry of pain and a moan.

Brent reached out and pulled my hand back gently, saying "OK, we'd better get some of this balm on him now. Looks like it'll help make it less sensitive and then we can finish getting him cleaned up."

I wondered if Brent was going to hand me the jar -- as Jake's dad, part of me felt like I should be the one doing this. But Brent had more or less taken charge of the whole thing which was also fine with me. He stepped right up next to me on my left, our shoulders and hips touching a little, and reached out with his right hand. He had a small amount of the paste from the jar on his first two fingers. At the moment of contact, Jake's hole clenched again and he made the same noise, but the stuff must have had an immediate effect because then he sighed and his whole body visibly relaxed.

"That's right, Jake" Brent said it a deep and soothing tone. "Just let us get you all fixed up. You'll be feeling better and off to sleep in no time."

"Mmmmm...thanks so much, guys", Jake sighed. "This shit's so nice, it feels sooooo good back there."

As Brent continued to lightly apply the rest of what was on his fingers, the two of us made eye contact. Brent made a funny face that telegraphed "Well, guess the stuff works". We both smiled and looked back at my son. I admit it was a bit strange, seeing someone touching my son like this. It wasn't that long ago that I had seen Kevin's fingers at my son's hole, that night in their room. And I suppose, like now, his hole had been fucked recently. But they had been in the heat of a sexual encounter and I was half-drunk and half-asleep, though the images remained pretty vivid in my mind. This was different, a tender moment with a father helping a son after a rough night. Brent's fingers did look a lot like Kevin's, though.

"OK, Jake," Brent said in the same soft voice. "Now that it's starting to work, I'll rub it in a bit more, which should really help you feel better." Jake had no response except to relax a little more, and Brent put his two fingers back in the jar. For whatever reason, we both moved in a little closer and ended up pressed right up against one another. Brent's right shoulder moved in front of my left one since he was reaching out with that hand, and without even thinking about it I found myself putting my left arm around Brent's shoulders. He didn't seem to mind and we both leaned in close.

Brent spread his two balm-covered fingers and placed the tips on either side of Jake's enflamed asshole, about half an inch apart, and slowly started massaging in the clear viscous paste. After a few rubs, he pushed down more, gently, to really try and rub the stuff in. Jake moaned and at that same moment, as Brent pressed on the sides of my son's hole, white fluid began to ooze out of his opening.

Just a drop trickled out at first, but then a few thicker portions slicked out and dripped down between Brent's fingers. Since Jake's balls were pulled forward by the rubber cocking, the milky substance fell in a few heavy drops onto the towel. "Shit...", Brent gasped quietly, almost a whisper which Jake couldn't probably hear. I was just as surprised to see what was obviously a load of cum work its way out of my son's used asshole. Several more large drops found their way out but some didn't quite get far enough to slide down and off of Jake's skin. Brent released his pressure and wiped the cum up with his finger, and then wiped it down onto the towel.

"How many guys bred you tonight, Jake?" Brent asked my son. His tone had a firm sound to it, and there was no question in my mind Jake would answer him. I was a little shocked by Brent's choice of words, it sounded like something out of one of the rougher porns I had seen the boys watching before.

I watched Jake's face shift into a big smile, even as his eyes remained closed. "Mmmm....um," Jake started to mumble, sounding half-asleep at times, "Well, I had some fun with a few guys during regular hours. Dad saw that..."  Brent looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I hadn't mentioned what I had seen in the club bathroom. I just looked back at him and nodded.

Jake continued, "...and after lockdown we started with lapdances out in the crowd like usual. All four of us making the rounds. And like usual we had lubed each other up backstage before coming out. Four guys fucked me during lapdances, but only two of them came in me."

Even though Jake had told me about how things were after lockdown at the club, it still shocked me a little bit to hear him talk about so dreamily and casually. I saw Brent reach his fingers down into the jar again. He looked at me and said, "He's still pretty raw and we should probably make sure we get this on everywhere." I knew Brent was telling me and not asking, and I knew he was right that this was what Jake needed.

"What happened after lapdances, Jake?" I asked, still locked in eye contact with Brent. Brent smiled that wicked smile again that really reminded me of Kevin, and then looked back at Jake's hole. His brought his two fingers up and pushed again, this time keeping them together. He aimed right at the opening and pushed them slowly into Jake, up to his first knuckle. Jake just sighed slowly and kept the same smile on his face, as he answered my question.

"There was going to be a lottery up on stage, but before that one of my favorite studs grabbed me and took me back into the alley. He's got a fucking huge cock. He tips me good but I'd take him for free anytime too. I've cum from him fucking me before but didn't tonight. He musta been in a hurry or something because he nutted after just a couple minutes. Gave me a hot kiss before he zipped up and left though."

Brent was turning his hand slowly, to make sure this batch of balm was spread evenly just inside Jake's hole. Seeing my son clench around Brent's two big fingers as they rotated inside him, hearing him stop speaking because he needs to moan again, I was shocked to feel myself getting a little hard. But I had to admit this was better than some of the hottest assplay I had ever seen or done with a woman.

Brent finally removed his fingers, and said "What's the lottery you mentioned, son?"

I realized Brent had called Jake `son' a few times since he'd awakened us. As Jake started to answer him, Brent handed me the jar and I could tell he meant for me to have a turn. I removed my arm from around Brent's shoulder so I could hold the jar with my left hand. Brent and I shifted positions a little so I'd have better access, and as we jostled I could tell by a quick glance that his cock wasn't fully soft either.

"The lottery..." Jake said, sounding a little slurred from sleepiness. "Guys buy tickets...every night one of us goes up and picks a ticket, tonight was my turn...you pick a ticket and the guy gets to come up on stage and...mmmmmmm..."

Jake trailed off as he felt my fingers pushing against his hole now. My index and middle fingers, covered with a healthy amount of the soothing and numbing compound, entered my son slowly. He felt so warm inside, even with just the small amount of my fingers in him I could feel the heat of his body and how engorged the tissue of his anus was. Like I had seen Brent do, I started rubbing around the inside edge, and then going a bit deeper, past my first knuckle. I wanted to make sure Jake got it everywhere he needed it.

Jake continued the story, "I picked a ticket and handed it to the host...turned out I picked two tickets that were stuck together...there was a good laugh about it and then before I knew it, two guys were coming up on stage...fuck...we were up there for about an hour I guess...they were doing me at both ends and kept switching spots...and then one was under me and the other one was behind us and...mmmm I had them BOTH in me, daddy. In front of EVERYONE."

Brent's eyebrows went up and we looked at each other again. I noticed his hands had moved to Jake's ass cheeks and were spreading them apart, tightening things and actually forcing my fingers even deeper into my son. No wonder Jake's hole was so worked over, He'd been double fucked at the end of what was already a busy night, from what we had heard. As Brent's hands continue to push and spread Jake's cheeks in a kneading motion, we both noticed my son's rock hard erection slapping his inner thighs and belly. I could see a thin string of precum drizzling slowly onto the towel covering the bed. Jake must have gotten turned on telling us about his activities tonight.

Brent asked "Jake, did *you* get to cum at any point tonight, bud?"

Jake replied, "Mmmmm...no, fuck...it was so fucking hot, but having both those studs in me at once was so intense I couldn't. I might have passed out up there or something. The next thing I remember is being backstage with the other guys and my boss, with him giving me some water and saying he was gonna give me a ride home."

Brent got a determined look on his face and said, "Well fuck it, son, you earned the right to get off." I saw him quickly coat those same two fingers with a big smear of the soothing balm and before I understood what he was doing, I felt him pushing them into Jake alongside my two fingers.

Jake sucked in a breath fast and then let it our slow. Brent's fingers slid right in and pushed my two fingers in further at the same time, until we were both as deep as we could go. Our other four fingers were folded flat against our hands, those knuckles massaging Jake's taint in a slow steady rhythm.

I could tell what Brent was doing. I'd had women do it to me on occasion, the ones who really knew how to get a guy off. Brent's fingers (and to a lesser degree, mine) found that spot right up against Jake's prostate and gave my son what he needed to get over the edge. No one was touching Jake's cock, but we both saw it start throbbing as we gently pushed and rubbed, and his balls tightened up. Brent moved his fingers around and I found that he was almost pushing mine down onto Jake's magic spot. Suddenly, Jake gasped and we saw thick ropes of cum shoot down onto the towel. He'd been edging all night in many ways, and by his loud moans I could tell this orgasm was a long time coming.

Feeling his hole clench so tight around our fingers, tighter which each throb of his cock that spurted out more cum, it was extremely intense. Jake finished and let out a long slow groan, and we could feel him collapse in exhaustion. Brent and I each used our free hand to help ease him straight down onto the bed. We went slowly and made sure Jake's dripping and still-hard cock was pressed comfortably between his belly and the towel. Jake's legs were still spread wide but not dangling off the bed too awkwardly. His balls had ended up right in the biggest pool of cum on the towel, a combination of Jake's own cum and the cum of several guys that had drained out of him.

With Jake settled down on the bed, Brent and I slowly pulled our four fingers out of his hole. For a moment, my son's sphincter stayed wide open as our fingertips left it, a deep tunnel that got very red before it got dark in the low light of the room. I was shocked to see even more semen pour out of the suddenly open cavity. More than what had come out before, it fell in a couple thick spills and oozed slowly down his scrotum, making the pool on the towel even more wet. Then his muscle contracted and the opening closed.

Brent reached out with his left had and was tenderly caressing Jake's ass cheek. "He's already asleep, Tom," I heard Brent say, and a look at Jake's resting and still faintly smiling face confirmed it. My boy was tuckered out and after that well-earned cum he was done for the night.

I let out a sigh and shook my head, coming back to reality a bit after the fevered rush of the last ten minutes or so. Brent continued, "We did a good thing for him, buddy. I'm glad we could help him out together. You've got a great son here, Tom."  I smiled and thought about how he was right.

"Now the last question," Brent said as I turned my head to look at him, "is what we're going to do with these." He motioned with his head at both our cocks, which were jutting out, hard as rocks in the air right in front of Jake's ass. Both of us were leaking heavy amounts of precum. "No matter who you like to fuck, helping someone else get off always gets you hard, right?" Brent asked.

I just nodded slowly and stroked my cock a little bit. I *was* pretty horny and worked up, I realized.

"What do you want to do?" I asked Brent, whose hand had also found its way to his increasingly slicked up cock. His other hand remained on Jake's ass, kneading the muscular buttock with his fingers along the inside cleft.

Brent looked at me, and then looked back at Jake's asshole, still wet and slick but much less red than when we first saw it. I saw his fingers inch a little closer to Jake's hole, teasing the outer edge. He looked back at me and was quiet for a moment, and then said "We'd better finish up so we're able to get back to sleep".

He kept staring right at me, his right hand on his cock, stroking steadily now, with his left still on Jake. I felt compelled to mirror this as I stared back, moving my right hand back to the other side of Jake's ass and switching to stroking myself with my left.

"You proud of your boy, Tom?" Brent asked me in a firm but comforting tone."You proud he's such a slut for cock?"

The same words Kevin had used before getting me off a week earlier.

"Fuck, yes" I said without thinking about it. And I knew I was. Jake loved sex, loved having guys inside him, and I was glad I had helped him discover that when he was younger.

"My boy's a slut too, Tom. I know you know it firsthand. Fuck it, so am I. Even though I like pussy, Kevin still learned it from me."

I could tell we were both close. Damn, Brent's intense and direct talk was going to take me over the edge, more than even what my hand was doing to my cock. He had been staring deep in my eyes and kept it up as he continued talking and stroking. We were both still idly kneading my sleeping son's ass cheeks.

"You're turning into a slut too, from what I hear, Tom. You like what you've been getting up to since moving in with the boys?"

I wondered how much Brent knew, but it didn't change my answer.

"It's been a fuckin crazy and wild time, Brent. I've have my eyes opened and probably never been so horny in my life." I said, meaning every word.

"Let's treat your son like the slut he is then, Tom," Brent said, starting to breathe faster.

"Yeah, buddy" I said back, matching his stroking speed.

Both our cockheads were just a few inches from Jake's hole, with each of us spreading a side of his ass. Jake was unaware of any of this, I could tell. His mouth was open a little as he dozed, out cold.

"Give him what he wants, Tom," Brent said.

My mind didn't have a chance to think about what he meant by that, because that wave came over me and I felt myself let go. I wanted to close my eyes but instead I focused back on Brent, who I could tell was crossing that same point of no return. We both looked down and watched our cocks start to unload simultaneously, two jets of cum landing right on Jake's raw and wet asshole. It was hypnotic, even through both us grunting and groaning I kept watching, as more and more or our loads shot out and covered that slutty, well-used hole that belonged to my son.

I think both of us came more than we expected, given our activities with the ladies earlier. His second load of the night was still five or six shots of heavy and thick semen. Mine was the same, more than I would have guessed. As we both caught our breath and eased back from Jake, I could barely see any of Jake's hole that wasn't covered in our seed. Combined with all the cum his balls were resting in, it was quite a sight.

Without thinking about it, I found a dry area of Jake's ass and wiped the head of my cock on it, squeezing out those last few drops and getting the head clean. Brent saw what I was doing and did the same. For a moment the only sounds were our breathing.

"Damn," I said, not about anything in particular as I stood up straight, running one hand through my sweaty hair.

"Yeah, damn," Brent said, as he stood up and stretched his arms over his head. He let out a breath and then reached over and turned off the light, making the room dark once again. "Let's get to bed, Tom. I'm beat, in more ways than one."

Even as a moved to follow him, I asked..."Shouldn't we...?"

"Clean him up?" Brent said. "Fuck, no. You know that kid would like nothing more than going to sleep with two daddy loads on him. If he wasn't already out he'd be happy as a clam right now. Plus, Kevin will be home in a few hours and if I know him, when he sees that sight waiting for him he'll be down there licking it up in no time."

Again, I found myself surprised by my friend's casually tossed-off words. `Daddy loads' sounded like something else from the boys' raunchier porn clips, and -- did he just say it was likely that his son would be unknowingly eating his own father's cum off of Jake's ass? Like that was no big deal?

Of course, I already knew that Kevin's very first fuck was a pussy that had his dad's fresh load in it. Maybe it wouldn't even be the first time he ate his dad's cum out of someone. And fuck, I had swallowed a good amount of Brent's cum myself, from Susan's pussy earlier that night. As I crawled into bed next to my son's boyfriend's dad, who was already half off to sleep, I realized again how much I had expanded my experience since moving in with my son, and how much I had learned about Jake and about myself. I was proud of Jake being who he wanted to be, and felt like I was just figuring out what I really wanted too.

NOT THE END!