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The days rolled one after another turning into weeks. My son and I kept sexting unbeknownst to him. As much as I hated admitting it, I enjoyed it a lot. He’d send me progress pics in the gym, sometimes posing alone, sometimes alongside Seth. Both of them sweaty and shirtless, showing off their pumps to me. I’d send pics of myself as well. God knows I didn’t have the time in my schedule to work out every day like them, but whenever I did, I made sure to show off to them.
There was one big problem though. Every conversation would eventually lead to that one question I didn’t have the answer to: when are we going to meet up?
The first couple of times they asked I was able to blow them off with some fake excuse, but I could feel they were getting annoyed. My son especially. His friend had gotten my dick in all his holes already after all. By the third week I’d receive an ass pic almost daily with some slutty caption, talking about how “his” dad wasn’t home and I should come over, and even though I really wanted to bail on work and go fuck my boy’s brains out, I had no clue how that could actually happen without him realizing exactly who I was.
That was until one late evening when they sent me a video of him and Seth hooking up. Seth was holding the phone, taping as he slid inside my son’s ass, who was on his back with his legs lifted up and tied to the bedframe. Seth’s free hand roamed all over Andrew’s torso until it eventually reached his cock and started stroking it in the rhythm of the young man’s thrusts. My son’s moans filled the room as Seth picked up the pace, his own grunts coming in soon enough. I watched as my son’s pecs bounced up and down while his friend rocked his body with his powerful thrusts. The sounds of skin against skin, echoed through my empty bedroom. I quickly fished my cock out of my underwear and started stroking it in sync with Seth’s cock. I could feel my orgasm building up rather quickly and was soon enough shooting ropes of cum all over my chest and abdomen. A couple of moments later the video ended with Seth still plowing my boy. My screen went back to the chat, and I saw they’d sent a message as well:
«pounding his hole cause you won’t»
I stared at the screen thinking of my son’s hole, and how much we both wanted me to slide in it when the idea came to me. It was risky, but if I wanted to fuck him, that was going to be the only way it could happen, so I replied.
«This weekend, his place, and I want him blindfolded the entire time, and alone.»
Their reply was almost instant.
«deal, but next time after that Seth joins as well, non-negotiable»
«More than fine by me.» I said, knowing that after this there wouldn’t be a next time. There just couldn’t be.
The rest of the week went by as me and Andrew made arrangements. I conveniently told him I’d be out all day on Saturday and received a text from him mere seconds later.
«dad’s away this Saturday, be here at 13:00»
«Got it. Leave the door unlocked, wait in your room, blindfolded, and give me the layout of the house.»
«shit, you’re serious about this? i kind of wanted to see your face, sir»
«Humour me this time, boy, it’s a bit of a fantasy of mine.» I lied
«the things a boy will do for some dad cock» came his reply, a few minutes later.
«daddy*»
«It’s fine, boy. I am a dad. Plus, if it turns you on, call me whatever you want.»
It was driving me crazy talking to him like that, knowing that he is my son, knowing that I am taking advantage of him in such a depraved and filthy way, and yet I didn’t want to stop. I rationalized it as being okay because he was wanting it just as much, but deep down I knew that was bullshit, and yet I didn’t care.
The days of the week passed. He sent me instructions with the layout of the house, how to get in, how to find his room, as if I needed it. I assured him if there were any issues I’d just call on him, and he could take the blindfold off and come let me in. We discussed safe words and boundaries, as if I hadn’t crossed them all already, but I wanted to make sure he felt safe. I wanted him to enjoy this just as much as I was going to, maybe in the hopes that if he found out, we could do it again. Sick and twisted, I know, but a dad can dream.
And that’s how I found myself entering my home as if a stranger that weekend. Andrew had left unlocked as we agreed, so far so good. I was so nervous I thought I could pass out. So many things could go wrong. What if he chickened out and waited for me with no blindfold on. The thought alone almost made me turn around and just bail on him, but the hard cock in my pants was admittedly a much stronger voice right now than that of reason. I made my way through the house slowly, I didn’t’ want him to get suspicious if I found his room too quickly. I walked through the empty house, my footsteps echoing through the silent rooms, until I found myself in front of my boy’s bedroom. With a shaky hand, I reached for the doorknob and twisted it. The door opened, leaving behind my last chance to call it quits and stop this mistake from happening. I walked in, my gaze stuck on the breathtaking sight in front of me: Andrew standing on all fours in nothing, but a bright red jockstrap and a blindfold tightly tied around his head.
“Good boy.” I whispered more to myself than to him, but he reacted, nonetheless. His head turned towards the door, a sort of confused look on his face. His stance shifted as he nervously sat back, his hands reaching for the blindfold.
“Dad?!” - he called out nervously, as his fingers scrambled to untie it.
I shot forward, grabbing his hands gently to stop him from taking it off.
“Shhhh. It’s okay.” I said softly trying to make my voice sound different than usual. I cursed myself for not thinking of this. Of course he’d recognize my goddamn voice.
“Fuck, you…” he paused “You sound so much like my dad, it’s crazy.” He laughed nervously. “Even your hands, your touch…” his cheeks went all red as his hands relaxed around the blindfold and he dropped them back down on the bed.
“Is that bad?” I asked, curious how he’d feel about this.
“I mean, I don’t know. It’s unexpected”
“Are you sure I sound and feel like him? Maybe you’re just imagining things, the blindfold and all, plus you’re pretty nervous.” I scorned myself for lying to him like that, for gaslighting him, making him feel crazy, but on the other hand the power I had over him like that was a rush like no other. I let my hand cup his cheek and then slid it down to his shoulder. I looked down and saw the pouch of his jock beginning to fill out and strain. He was getting hard. He let out a nervous sigh again and reached out, sliding a hand underneath my T-shirt, feeling up my abdomen, reaching up for my hairy pecs.
“Or are you maybe into it?” I asked teasingly “I’m guessing I’m the right age, or close to it at least. I could be your dad, boy, if you want me to.” I was pushing it, I knew it, but I was so horny for him, and this was a chance to put the thought in his head at least. Plant the seed and maybe by some miracle, I’d someday be able to fuck him without the blindfold on.
He slid his hand out of my t-shirt and started pulling it up. I helped him take it off of me and then unbuckled my jeans, letting them drop to the floor. We were both down to our underwear now. His hands started roaming over my body again, getting to know it by touch, if not by sight.
“You said you’re a dad, right? Are you into your kid or something?” he asked, his tone sounding more curious than judgmental.
“I’m into you, kid.” I answered, my voice almost trembling with arousal at my confession, as my own hands reached down for his body, desperate to feel his soft skin and plump muscles. I squeezed his pecs, playfully teasing his nipples, before sliding a hand under his chin. Pointing his face up, I traced his lips with my thumb. “And I don’t particularly mind it if you think I sound like your old man, and that turns you on a bit.” I said, reaching for his cock and squeezing it through the fabric of his pouch. He was rock hard.
“Fuck, dad…” he whispered half audible. He was so red in the face, so embarrassed it seemed at the things his body was giving away about him, and yet so turned on, which in turn was driving my arousal through the roof.
“What a perv you are, boy.” I said leaning down “And here I thought your mouth was the best thing about you.” With my hand I guided his chin towards mine and planted my lips onto his. He leaned into the kiss heavily; with hunger I’d rarely sensed in a partner before. His nervousness was melting by the second as our tongues started fighting for dominance. I cupped his face with one hand, while the other pulled him tightly pressing our bodies together. He wrapped his hands around my waist, bringing them down to my ass and starting to knead it. As our chests pressed against each other and our cocks rubbed together, I admitted to myself that the high of doing this with my own boy was incomparable to anything and anyone that ever came before him.
We broke the kiss, desperate for air, heavy sighs and pants filling the quiet of his room.
“You smell like him too.” He said, breathy voice, full of lust against my ear.
“Wishful thinking, kiddo.” I said lying, dismissing him again. I pushed him on his back and climbed on top of him. Leaning in again he parted his lips for a kiss, only to be surprised by my spit landing on his tongue. “Do I taste like him as well?” I asked teasingly before finally kissing him again.
As we started making out, I pinned his hands above his head, revealing his beautiful pits. Whenever he’d break the kiss for air, I’d lean down and explore different parts of him: his neck, his chest and nipples, his pits, his ears. I’d kiss, lick, suck and tongue every single part of him, and feel him melting beneath me as I did so. It took me less than five minutes to turn him into a moaning, writhing mess beneath me. It felt only fair if I were taking advantage of him, to at least make sure he got a lot out of it, and even though he didn’t know it, he was about to find out that his father was a giver.
It felt like we were spending eternity entangled with each other, body against body as our mouths danced together until I finally had to feel his lips around my cock again. I sat up, getting off of him and pulling him up, planting soft kisses on his neck and along his shoulders.
“Ever wanted to suck your dad off, boy?” I whispered teasingly, my lips brushing against his shoulder. He shuddered under the touch, and swallowed hard, but there came no answer, so I grabbed his balls and squeezed them gently. “I asked you a question, Andrew.”
He hissed at the pressure, his head falling to my shoulder as he mumbled under his breath.
“Fuck, you… you sound just like him. It’s so fucking hot and wrong…” he admitted quietly.
“Have you?” I asked, with a stern voice this time.
“No, I mean I don’t know. Not until now, I don’t think.”
“And what about now, boy?” I asked whispering, my lips gently brushing against his ear.
“I…” he hesitated, I saw his cheeks turning red again
“It’s okay, go ahead, son. Admit it. I won’t judge.”
“I… maybe. With your voice, all I see in my mind is him.” He admitted finally.
“Good boy.” I whispered to him, placing my hands on his shoulders “Suck him off then.”
I pushed him down gently, as he kissed his way down my torso until he was finally at the waistband of my boxers. The fabric was already soaked in my precum when Andrew started teasing my head through it. His lips kissed my length, wetting my underwear with his spit, until he finally stopped the teasing and pulled my boxers off. His lips were on my balls a second later. His tongue danced around my testicles, gently playing with them as he tasted my skin and inhaled my musk. Groans and moans escaped his mouth as he feasted on my flesh, while I did my best to not make too many sounds, afraid that my lies and bullshitting would crumble if he got too suspicious.
After my balls he planted kisses along the length of my shaft before finally taking my head between his soft lips. My hands went in his hair instinctively, gently holding him as he set his own pace. He slid down slowly, his head bobbing up and down as his saliva coated my cock, thick strands leaking from his lips as his mouth watered around me, and dripping further down, making my cock ready for the mouth it created so many years ago.
It didn’t take him long before he was deepthroating me with long slow strokes as I caressed his head, getting lost in the pleasure he was giving me.
“Fucking hell, boy.” I moaned as I started slowly picking up the pace and taking over. “I’ll never stop being impressed by that throat, kid.”
I got into a steady rhythm, starting to fuck his face, my son’s face. Every time I thought about it, I had to fight theurge to unload down his throat. The thought itself was overwhelming, alien almost, and yet here I was doing it: fucking my son’s face. I kept increasing my pace, registering that he would gag every now and then but I couldn’t stop, I’d come this far I might as well use him the way both he and I know from experience he loves to be used.
It’s funny how never in his entire life had I thought of him as a sexual object. Not when I’d given him the birds and the bees talk, not when his mom and I started finding his cum-stained boxers, not even when he bulked up last summer after graduating high school. And hell I probably never would have if he hadn’t revealed himself to be the best goddamn cocksucker I’d ever had the pleasure to have on my cock.
All of those thoughts swirled in my head as I pushed myself closer to the edge, and when I felt my balls tightening, at the moment just before, I pushed him away. I watched from above as he gagged on his way off my cock, as thick strands of my baby boy’s saliva stretched between his lips and my cock before breaking and dripping down on the covers of his bed. The bed where he’d been sleeping since he started high school because he’d grown too big for his childhood one; the bed where I was about to fuck him today.
