Connor:
After getting back home from the awards ceremony, life in general seemed to become chaotic. The week we got back, Mom finally shared with us that she accepted the VP role in Chicago and it was all official. At that point, I was excited for her; this is what she worked so hard for and gave her life to. I was even more excited knowing this meant it would be just dad and I. We’d be able to be free and ourselves at home, just us, navigating our forbidden relationship.
On the other hand, it was also a weird sadness, our family breaking apart. My parents divorcing. The whole situation was a mindfuck for me. I knew it was for dad too. I could see it on his face, and how he’d carry himself. He seemed mentally exhausted. Physically exhausted even. Worse yet, the hushed conversations between them that I wasn’t allowed to hear.
Luckily, we were finally coming up on my college visit and it would just be dad and I. We did have a change of plans though, having to leave really early for a morning tour time slot. Mom’s work was throwing her a party, celebrating her success and promotion at an upscale restaurant downtown. She emphasized that dad and I had to be there, none of her coworkers probably knew her and dad had plans to split and she wanted to put on the happy family appearance.
The night before we were supposed to leave, I was in my room getting my clothes layed out for the next day. I wanted to be perfectly prepared for the campus visit and potential signing of my scholarship deal. While I was, a knock at my door broke my focus. I said to come in, then turned around. I expected to see dad in the doorway, waiting with that playful, confident smirk he had when he knew he and I would have our time alone. That image quickly disappeared, shocked to see my mom standing in the doorway instead.
“Hey Con, all ready for tomorrow?” She asked as she crossed my room, each step she took making her heels click against on the hard wood till she reached my area rug, then sat on the edge of my bed.
I was a bit surprised, her and I had never really been that close, nor had she really been at any events for me because of her job. I kinda just gave her a nod, not knowing what to say. This was incredibly awkward.
“Listen, I uh, I know I haven’t been the best mom out there. I could have been around for you a lot more than I was.” She started. I nearly laughed as the words fell from her lips, but she did sound sincere, so I turned to give her my focus. Her short blonde hair was held back neatly in a clip, and she still wore her blouse and pencil skirt from work. “Your father was always more the parental one, always there for you. I just, I don’t know, I never felt like it could be me. That’s why I dove into work and all. So I could provide that way.” She explained, I could tell she was struggling with this, which was odd for her.
“I… I know mom. You did what you had to do, and you’re good at it.” I told her flatly as I continued folding some clothes.
“Well, as you know once I move, your father and I are splitting. Now that you’re 18, there’s no custody battle or anything getting in the way, but I know you’ll be staying with your father, here. As you should too.” She said, with an awkward grin. This felt like one of the only times she would ever really opened up to me.
“I… I want you to know that I am so, so proud of you, Connor. And that I love you very much, even if I maybe don’t show it.” She said and I noticed a black tear roll down her cheek. I’d never seen my mom like this. I set the sweater I had in my hand down and sat down next to her as she pulled me in for a hug. I felt like a ragdoll in her embrace, not sure what to do in that moment.
“I love you too, mom.” I whispered to her as I wrapped my arm around her. I felt tears beginning to well in my eyes too. I had no idea why, this was… weird. But at the same time, some sort of relief to hear her say.
We broke from our hug and she took my hands in hers, then placed a piece of paper in my palms before covering my hands with hers again. “I, uhm, I know I can’t go back in time and be there for you at all your events, or where I should have been as a mom…” she started with a shaky breath. “…but one thing I did do for you, was open a trust when you were born.” She said looking from my hands, up to my eyes.
I gave her a questioning look as she said it, feeling her soft hand rub mine as it clutched the paper. “I always wanted you to have a bright future, not be trapped by loans and such. I put away a little money for you every year in this trust. It’s not like upper east side rich…” she said flashing me a grin, “but it will certainly help out while you’re in school, and cover anything your scholarship doesn’t.”
I didn’t know what to say, I was shocked. “Seriously, mom?” I said with a grin. I couldn’t believe this. No one had ever mentioned this to me before.
She whipped away a tear from her eye with a laugh. “See, I’m more than just a corporate robot all the time.” She joked with a sniffle, then opened my hands. “This is the banking information to access it. You won’t have full access to it for a few more years, but I’ve set it up so you get an annual allowance that you can put towards your tuition, books, clothes. What ever you need. Again, it’s not a ton, but enough that you’ll be comfortable.”
I wrapped my arms around her shoulders hugging her tight again. She maybe wasn’t the most affectionate parent, but this was a sign she really did care. “Thank you, mom.”
“Of course sweetie. You deserve it, and all the happiness in this world.” She said hugging me back. “I’m just so thankful your father was there for you when I wasn’t. I love that you two are so close.” She added. Fuck… if only she knew how close we’d actual become. With that, she gave my hands another squeeze and left my room.
The next morning, dad and I left before dawn to make our 9 am appointment with the dean at downstate. We hopped into dad’s big ford, and got on the road. A few minutes in, dad suggested I take a nap. I told him I wouldn’t, but at some point between the steady roar of the diesel engine, and the rush of black trees past the window, I must’ve dozed off. When I woke up, my head was smashed to the cool window, and it was light out.
“Ugh, I can’t believe I fell asleep.” I stated rubbing my eyes as I woke up. It wasn’t fair for dad to make the drive by himself. “Sorry, dad.”
“No worries, sport.” Dad laughed and gave me a grin. “You needed it.”
“How long have we been on the road?” I asked.
“About 2.5 hours now. One to go, but was going to pull over to grab fuel and a coffee.” Dad said grinning. I smiled at the thought of some caffeine. “We should have time to drive around and check out the area before our meeting too.” He added. I was looking forward to that.
We drove a while longer and finally reached a gas station in a small town along the way. Dad pulled up to a pump and started filling the tank. He’d be there a while filling his truck, so I told him I’d go get us some coffee and a snack for breakfast. A couple minutes later I walked out with two coffees and two blueberry muffins, just as dad finished fueling up.
We both climbed in and were on our way again. The warm coffee felt good in the coolness of the morning as I sipped it in the cab of the truck. I carefully ripped off bits of the muffin as I ate. I looked at dad, taking big bites out of his as he drove. Some crumbs were falling down his shirt making a mess, I couldn’t help laughing a bit as I watched him. He caught me and gave me a knowing smirk, then laughed with me too.
“You excited, sport?” He asked once he swallowed.
“I am. Nervous… But excited.” I said.
“That’s normal, sport.” He said as he set down his muffin and grabbed my knee, squeezing it for comfort. His warm smile comforted me, it always did.
“What about you, dad? Where’s your head with all this?” I asked.
“Excited for you, but nervous too.” He admitted, giving another gentle squeeze to my knee.
I looked out the window, sipping my warm coffee as trees blurted passed us driving through endless backroads. I liked it out here, the quiet intimacy the woods offered.
“It’s definitely a scenic drive.” Dad said a few moments later, looking out his own window briefly as he drove. I grinned at him, as if he were reading my mind.
“I was just thinking the same thing. I like it out here, in the mountains and valleys.” I told him, looking out my window again.
“Just like your old man.” He said with a grin, the sun hit his handsome face perfectly, illuminating his sharp masculine features. “Always wanted to get a place in the mountains with some property. Go hiking around in the summer, skiing in the winter. Not having to deal with people if I don’t want to.” He admitted.
“That sound amazing.” I agreed, smiling back. “Why didn’t you?”
“Well, your mother wasn’t much an outdoorsy type. When we first dated, she tolerated it, but never loved it. She was always a city girl.” He admitted, with a grin, as if recalling memories from his younger years. “Then when we had you, we figured we should be in the suburbs. Honestly, neither of us wanted that, but we knew it’d be good for you. A better school, better social life.” He said with a smirk and a shrug.
It was interesting hearing all this. How much he gave up for me. How much they both did, I guess. If they hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have the opportunities I was given. Many of the surrounding schools didn’t even have swim teams.
“Wow. I had no idea. Thank you, you guys did give me a great life.” I told him, reassuring his choices. “You still are.” I told him as I grabbed his knee this time, giving it a squeeze. We both exchanged a knowing grin.
”You’re definitely worth it.” He said with a wink, making my insides flutter.
A while later, we started reaching civilization again. It hit as if out of no where. Trees and wilderness one minute, then a few old homes then bam, we were in the heart of the little college town. It was cute and quaint, walkable with shops and restaurants all around. As we drove, I saw students and people sitting and having breakfast at a little cafe in town, then a coffee shop packed full of students studying. It was a bustling little town. It had an energy that I hadn’t expected, but I loved it. It felt right in that instant as I smiled looking out the window.
Dad must’ve noticed, reaching over and grabbing my shoulder with a grin. I exchanged it back, then looked out the window as he continued driving around. A block away, we kept seeing more and more frat and sorority housing, one after another. I was also surprised to see that many of the businesses in town had a lot of gay pride support in the windows. There was even a frat house decked out with pride flags. Honestly, the last thing I expected for a little town in the middle of nowhere.
In the yard of one frats, I saw two shirtless, muscular jocks tossing a football back and forth. The ball spiraling perfectly as it arched between them. I couldn’t help as my eyes lingered on their Adonis like bodies. I looked back at dad who caught me, but gave me a playful wink. “Still only want you, dad.” I reassured him.
“You better.” Was all he responded In a teasing tone.
The town was in a little valley, while the campus was more uphill. Dad drove the truck up the winding main road. Dorm after dorm appeared. Old architecture with ivy growing up the brick mixed with new builds that tried to match the campuses aesthetic. It was a strikingly beautiful campus. Students walked around, going to various different buildings. According to how they were dressed, I assumed the gym, some hungover headed to get food, others on their way to classes. It was a Friday after all.
“Nice campus.” Dad said as he looked around too, taking it all in as he drove. Outside another dorm, I saw a group of guys washing a silver Jeep, covered in mud. The sidewalks lined with ornate streetlights and old trees. It gave such a quaint feel, and I loved it.
“It’s really nice.” I agreed.
“I can tell now, you’re making the right choice coming here.” Dad said as he reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing it. His large, calloused hand enveloped mine, comforting me. I smiled up at him as he looked at me for a moment. He looked happy, but in those deep brown eyes, I saw something else. Something I hadn’t seen before when looking at me. Like a sadness, even though he was smiling.
Before I could ask, he turned his head back to the street. He gave my hand another squeeze, then let go. His body slightly rigid. He parked the truck in a visitor parking spot across from the admissions building. We both hopped out, stretching our legs after the long journey.
“You okay dad?” I asked, sincerely. I’d never seen him like this. He was always commanding, self assured, knowing what to do. Seeing him uncomfortable like that was so odd to me.
“Yeah, I’m okay sport.” He said with a grin and wrapped his arm around me, walking us towards the building. Again, he was all smiles, but I could sense something tugging at him. “You’re just… you’re growing up on me is all.”
“I’ll always be your boy, dad.” I said leaning into him as he pulled me tight, then leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I always loved when he did that.
When we signed in, the admin assistant gave me a grin saying they were excited to meet with us. We barely got the chance to sit down when Doug Lodge, who’d we met at my swim meet, came to greet us. After shaking both our hands, he walked us back to the deans office.
The deans office was as expected, all old wood and book shelves. A giant leaded glass window brought in light and overlooked the campus. The dean himself was, probably late 50s, gray hair that was once black, a full trimmed beard. He was tall but lanky. He gave dad and I a warm grin as he welcomed us and made introductions. He complimented me on my performance this year, saying that was exactly the type of athlete and spirit the school wanted.
We discussed my plans for school, what major I wanted to peruse, and what the scholarship entailed. I didn’t have plans for a major yet, but wanted something technical. Maybe engineering or something. Doug and the dean said that was fine for freshman to not have a clear idea, and that I could always start undecided, getting core classes out of the way.
Then, they presented me with a packet, printed on some of the nicest paper I’d ever touched in my life. It was my scholarship offer. As I flipped the papers and read through it, I gave a big grin to my dad. They were prepared to cover half my tuition, and 30% of my room and board. It also fully covered my meal plan as well. It was definitely a competitive offer. They mentioned I’d have to be swimming and competing for this scholarship to stay intact.
“Alright, think it over. In the meantime, we’ll get you to the tour.” Doug said with a grin. We said goodbye to the dean, and shook his hand. I felt dad’s hand on my shoulder, he was beaming with pride for me.
Dad and I were then led to a group of other prospective students and their parents, all waiting for the tour. Doug told us he would meet with us in the dining hall for lunch. Then said goodbye.
We joined the rest of the group, there were 6 other prospective students, some with both parents, some with just one. There were 4 girls and two other guys as prospective students. Dad and I were the last to join, so before we could say anything else, our tour guides spoke up and introduced themselves.
A deep, commanding voice brought the group to attention. “Hey guys! I’m Josh, a sophomore here in the mechanical engineering program.” He announced introduced himself. Josh was hot. Tall, tanned olive skin, shaggy dark brown hair that was kinda messy but perfect at the same time, and faint stubble on his sharp jaw. He definitely was an athlete too, his muscles bulging under his T-shirt.
“And I’m Tara, I’m a junior in marketing and communications.” The girl standing next to him introduced herself. She was skinny, fair skinned, with strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a wavy ponytail with some long wavy bangs down the side of her face. She looked like she was probably a runner. “We’re going to be your tour guides for the day!” She announced excitedly.
They started the tour walking through the campus they pointed out each building and what majors went where, which classes took place in those buildings, and so on. Next they moved into athletics as they showed us the gym. It was really high tech, had new equipment, was clean and even had a climbing wall! The pool was enormous, with a massive diving board. I couldn’t wait to swim my first lap.
Then up to the field at the top of the campus. It gave a nice view looking down over the valley. It was picturesque to see all the dorms, academic buildings and even the bustling little town. The field would be used for football, soccer and lacrosse.
At that point, the group split. Girls went with Tara and the boys went with Josh, going to their respective locker rooms. As we entered the men’s locker room, it was huge, and freshly renovated. Nothing like the old musty one from school I’d been used to. We heard the showers hissing and the liveliness of banter between jocks wrapping up a practice. It looked to be football.
“Ey, Josh! Shouldn’t you be on the field with us man?” One of the jocks teased our tour guide. The guys was completely nude, showing off his chiseled body. His short hair between his pecs and then trailing from his navel down to a 4.5” long flaccid uncut dick. The guys pink head just poking past his foreskin. I dry swallowed a bit looking at it. This jock had no shame at all.
“I’ll meet up with you guys later. Gotta show the fresh meat around.” Josh teased giving us all a grin. “Oh my bad, meant to say freshman.” He said with a grin, showing off his perfect teeth. As his eyes landed on me, he winked. I couldn’t help but blush. I saw dad take notice, looking down at me as I looked up to him. That dominant claim in his eyes clearly firing up. I loved seeing it.
Josh continued showing us around some of the other areas, then we walked back down the hill towards one of the boy only dorms. It was corridor style and pretty old, but had a lot of charm and actually seemed nice inside. The dorm rooms themselves were pretty tight. Josh brought us to his and it looked like any typical college jocks room, but was very neat. It surprised me a jock like him wouldn’t have a mess of a room. Josh had a single, so no roommate. He explained each floor had a lounge that any one could go to. One was set up like a kitchen for cooking, another was meant for gaming, one could host parties and so on.
After that, we reunited with the group of girls and went down to the dinning hall for lunch. It was set up buffet style mostly, but there was some made to order stations too. Our tour guides gave us a rundown of what was where, but basically cut us loose after that. I looked up at dad, giving him a grin. I could tell he was deep in his thoughts, but seeing my eyes lock on his seemed to melt him down and he cracked me a grin. We walked over to one of the buffets and grabbed a plate.
The cafeteria had pretty much any type of cuisine you could want; simple burgers and fries, Mexican, salads, even a pasta bar. Dad and I both made a salad with a chicken cutlet, then got another smaller plate to split some fries. We each grabbed a drink and went to find a table. Our lunch was pretty early yet, so the hall wasn’t too busy and we had our pick of where to sit. We grabbed a table near the glass wall that overlooked one of the streets on campus.
“So, what do you think, sport?” Dad asked sitting across from me as he popped a fry in his mouth.
“It’s really nice. I like it here. What do you think?” I asked him as I grabbed fry too.
“It’s nice, I think you’ll fit right in here too. You’re already getting all the jocks attention.” He smirked, a bit playful glow in his eyes.
“Yeah? Well who needs the jocks when I’ve already got the best coach for a dad.” I smirked back as I let my sneaker run against his boot under the table. We both grinned at each other.
Before we could say anything more, one of the other guys on our tour and his dad came over to our table.
“Mind if we join you guys?” The older, taller man’s deep voice boomed, commanding attention.
The man looked like a body builder, big and bulky. He matched my dad’s height. His wavy auburn red hair caught the light coming through just right as a smile flashed through his beard. He had a striking face, with green eyes. He was wearing jeans and a hoody. Who I assumed was his son, stood next to him. A younger version of the man, with a carbon copy face. He had the hints of a stubbled beard coming in on his jaw with the same wavy auburn colored hair as his dad, but it was more of a mullet. He was jacked for his age too, they both were. Like either of them could split a rock in half with their bare hands. The younger was probably just shy of 6’
“Not at all, seats are yours.” Dad said back with his own deep husky voice.
The father and son sat down and we made introductions. Elliot Rosen, and his dad Everett, were friendly and open. They lived only about an hour and a half away. Everett went to school here and was proud of his son for getting a football scholarship. Following in his footsteps. They were definitely some woodsman outdoorsy types. Dad bonded with Everett, talking about his construction business and other outdoor hobbies he enjoyed. Getting into details about skiing, favorite trails and mountains.
Meanwhile, Elliot and I really seemed to hit it off. I was surprised to get along so well with a football bro like him. I expected he’d be a total douche, but he was actually pretty cool, and kind. It was as if every word, talking about swimming, or school or anything in between, he showed genuine interest in and listened. He spoke with an almost permanent smile. Elliot was about a year older than me, being old for his graduating class. We discussed families, me telling him I was an only child and I learned he had a younger brother who was about to turn 18. He joked about his brother going crazy having to be alone with his dad next year. I had to give dad a look, just quickly, imagining how it would’ve been if he and I had this past year all to ourselves.
“Always a good sign when you make a friend the first day!” Everett’s voice boomed as his hand clamped his son’s shoulder, breaking Elliot and I of our focus on our own conversation. “What hall are you planning on living in, Connor?” He added.
I hadn’t really thought of that yet, hadn’t even signed my scholarship deal. Corridors style did sound ideal though. I wanted to make some friends. “I’m not really sure yet, something corridors style though.”
“Dude, you gotta request living in rose-wood hall. Dad said that was the best.” Elliot said, taking a bite out of his burger.
“When I went here, the best hall was rose-wood. The other good one will make you laugh, but morning-wood hall. Those two were the best” He said and the table chuckled.
“Makes sense that’d be an all boys dorm.” Dad said with a grin and making the table laugh.
“Yeah, doesn’t really matter the dorm name, you’ll be seeing lots of morning wood regardless of the hall!” Everett laughed with a boom. Dad joined him as Elliot just shook his head embarrassed.
“Before you leave, you should go to admissions and request one of those halls, though. They typically give the scholarship athletes first pick!” Elliot encouraged. “Would be fun knowing someone in the same dorm.” He added with a warm grin.
Jeff:
All this talk with the Rosens was getting to my head. The day in General was. I could tell Connor was loving this, the school, the campus, potential friends. It was testing me though. Trying to not comment on the way some of these jocks looked at my son. The dominance in their eyes, licking their lips. The tour guide, Josh. Then that random jock in the locker room. Even the dad sitting next to me at lunch today, though a nice guy, was looking at my son with that look. A look I knew all to well, as I had it whenever I looked at Connor. I knew the visions playing out in their minds. It infuriated me, and I had to pretend I didn’t see any of it. Like it didn’t bother me. Pretend I was okay while my heart pounded in my chest and I felt like my insides were screaming with jealousy and, something else.
It was like I kept hearing Steve’s words in my head from last weekend. “…you have to let him go, don’t you? Spread his wings. Live a little. Find his own way… …the toughest part of parenting is knowing when to cut the cord. Even when it tears you up inside…” I felt my heart race even faster. It felt like I could’ve thrown up. I shouldn’t have eaten those fries.
When Mary announced she was leaving, I was fine with it. I loved her and cared for her, but we were done. That was that. With my son, this was uncharted. A dynamic I didn’t know how to handle.
I didn’t know what was best for him, and was torn. Part of me craved for him, waking up in bed in my arms every morning as my cock teased at his hole. We could live out this fucked up, forbidden relationship we had… or what ever the fuck we were. Then, part of me wanted him to go to school, make friends and have fun. Get that real college experience that he deserved. The only problem was that college experience, shouldn’t involve me. As much as I hated it, I knew it. And it hurt.
After lunch, Doug met up with us again in the cafeteria, checking how things went. It obviously went well, so Connor went back to the admin building and accepted his scholarship offer, as well as requesting the dorms the Rosen’s suggested. As we walked back to my truck, my mind raced. Not sure what to say, what to do. We reached my truck and I followed my heart, turning Connor and wrapping him in the tightest embrace I could. My hand rested on the back of his head, combing through his blonde hair as my other arm wrapped around his back, keeping him pressed to him to my chest. I felt his arms wrapped around me as I leaned down and kissed the top of his head. Never wanting to let go.
“I’m so proud of you, son.” I whispered as I felt a tear run down my cheek. I quickly rubbed it away so Connor wouldn’t notice.
“I love you, dad.” I heard the muffled words escape Connor’s mouth against my chest.
“Love you too, sport.” I whispered back, still holding him. “You’re going to do amazing things here.” I added as I reluctantly pulled away, grinning down at him.
Seeing him smile up at me as we broke our hug, melted me. He was happy, and as a father, that’s what was most important thing for my son, and for me. We hopped in the truck and headed back home. We’d have to hightail it in order to have time to get ready for Mary’s party.
That stupid party was the last thing I wanted to do right now. I was tense as it was, now I had to pretend to be the happy husband of my soon to be ex wife. The happy normal dad who wasn’t in… whatever the fuck Connor and I were now. Luckily, Mary was being very generous in our divorce, not wanting to get lawyers involved, or take a portion of my business. This was the least I could do.
My thoughts broke as I felt Connor’s hand on my thigh while I drove. I looked over and he had that hungry look in his eyes. I knew that look all too well. His fingers gently dancing closer to my inner thigh and the bulge in my jeans.
“Ya’know, dad, we probably have time to celebrate.” He teased, grabbing at my bulge now. Fuck, his hand felt nice as he squeezed at my soft cock trapped in my pants. In a normal state of mind, I would’ve pulled the truck over, pulled his pants down and claimed that tight hole of his like he wanted. Like I wanted. But in my current state of mind, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
“You’re such a little tease.” I smirked at him. “But we gotta get home, we should both shower and need time to get cleaned up before we leave.” I made an excuse.
“That’s okay, you don’t have to pull over.” Connor objected, starting to lean over the seat, to bring his mouth to my crotch. I grabbed his shoulder stopping him before he could. My mind was too much of a mess right now, He gave me a look that hurt, question marks might as well have been painted on his face, but worse yet, I saw the rejection he felt deep in those perfect blue eyes of his. As if their shade of blue somehow deepened. Fuck, I hated this.
“Sorry, Connor. I’m just… my minds a bit of a mess right now.” I admitted, Connor removed his hand and straightened back up looking out the window as I drove. The silence between us enveloped the cab of my truck, thick and awkward. This was weird for he and I, we had a bond that we didn’t need to speak, like we could be silent and still connected. But in this moment, the silence was torturous. “I’m just really not looking forward to tonight is all, and having to act as though everything is fine.” I said after a few minutes, wanting him to not feel like I was pushing him away.
“It’s okay dad, I get it.” Connor said, still looking out the window. I could tell his mind was racing, thinking he did something wrong. He didn’t do anything, it was just me.
“Connor, look at me.” I finally spoke as I drove. He turned to face me, that hurting rejection still stung his face. “I love you, sport. Once your mom’s gone, you and I are going to have the best summer of your life before you get shipped off to college.” I said grinning at him. I meant it too, I wanted to give him the best summer, just him and I. He cracked a smile at my offer.
“I’m gonna hold you to it, dad.” Connor smirked back at me, his cold attitude melting away as my son came back to me. “Maybe I can move into your room this summer?” He asked.
“Mhm, you better be ready for what that entails.” I teased back. That brought my boy back fully.
He leaned over as I looked at him and his lips met mine. I felt his soft hand on the back of my head pulling me into him. I quickly broke the kiss to look back at the road, but gave him a grin.
“Fuck, dad, I can’t wait.” He grinned. “This is gonna be the best summer ever. I’m gonna be lost without you when I get to campus.” He teased. He had no idea that I felt the same way. But we’d have to cross that barrier when we got there. I had no idea how this was going to play out.
A few hours later we pulled into the driveway. We had a little less than an hour before we had to leave. I quickly showered, then Connor hopped in after me. As I got ready, I poured myself some bourbon on ice to try and calm my nerves. I put on some nice jeans, a belt and my nice boots that weren’t all beat up. Looking in the mirror, I probably should have shaved my head. I’d been overdue for it, my hair growing to be about the length of a buzzcut. I wouldn’t have time though. I quickly grabbed a nice black buttoned down and tucked it in, then strapped my belt.
Mary came in putting on an earring as she stepped into the mirror. She wore a tailored beige suit, with her hair pulled back in a clip, her signature look. She always looked nice, put together, like a ceo. “You look great.” I told her with a grin as I straightened my collar behind her.
“Really? Thanks, Jeff. I… I really appreciate you doing this for me. I just don’t want to deal with all the questions, the pitty and stuff.” She admitted, which I understood.
“I get it, that’d be a lot. This is your night to celebrate anyhow.” I responded. I’d be lying if I said she didn’t work hard, and that she deserved this.
“You clean up pretty nice too. You’re a catch, you’ll rebound just fine once I’m out of here.” She said with a wink. It made me chuckle, but my heart skipped a beat as I thought of our son. Before I could respond she shouted. “Connor, you almost ready? Car will be here in 15 minutes.”
Connor walked in through the doorway and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He wore a pair of navy chinos that hugged his ass and legs just right, paired with a white button down shirt that was crisp. The details of his smooth pecs shown off between the top few buttons that were popped. His short blonde hair done perfectly as usual. He wore a pair of nice sneakers that were dressy enough to complement the outfit. It was as if were glowing.
“You look great, sport.” I complimented, not able to take my eyes off him. I was kicking myself now for denying the road head he’d offered while on the way home. My dick began pulsing, swelling behind my jeans. I quickly tossed back the rest of my bourbon, the burn feeling nice as it went down my throat.
“Thanks, dad, you look great too.” He smirked, studying every inch of me. His eyes landed on my head. “Your hair looks good. You should grow it out a little.” He said with smile, showing off his perfect teeth.
“Ya’know, I told him the same thing years ago. He’s not bald just thinning at the temples a little.” Mary joked as she ran her hand over my stubbled head. “Maybe you’ll have more luck persuading him.” Mary joked with our son. I rolled my eyes playfully at both of them.
A black Escalade pulled up out front and honked, signaling us to come outside. We loaded into the car, Connor in the way back, Mary and I in the middle rows captain chairs. As Connor climbed back I couldn’t help noticing his jock strap peaking out of his pants as his shirt came untucked. I bit my lip imagining his plump, round, tight bubble butt behind those pants, perfectly encased by that jock strap.
The drive downtown was quick, the driver knowing how to avoid traffic. Soon enough, we were in the heart of our small cities downtown area, the streets lively with people going to dinner and grabbing drinks. The restaurant was super fancy, probably the nicest in the city. As we walked in every corporate person was dressed to the 9s. If her company treated her like this, I could see why she took the new role.
Mary quickly started greeting people, introducing us and making small talk. Some of them I knew, some were new faces. I was able to order a drink from one of the servers, luckily, as we made introductions. In an instant another bourbon was in my hand, this one top shelf. It helped again to take off the edge as we played the roles of a happy perfect little family.
The drinks were flowing freely, readily available at every turn with servers walking around with champagne and craft cocktails. They also walked around with food too, and there was a buffet style table set up for those who wanted more. I took a champagne flute from a tray, and sneakily handed it to my son, giving him a wink. He grinned accepting it and taking a sip. No one here would probably even notice.
I stepped away, going over to the bar and ordering another bourbon on the rocks. I felt like every word, every look from today, started to run through my head. My heart thudded in my chest as I swirled the big clear ice cube in my glass between sips. Mary would be gone in the mater of a week. Connor accepted his scholarship today. As much as I hated to admit it, it felt like we were on borrowed time. That this whole forbidden charade of what were was bound to come crashing down. But I meant it to him, to us. This would be the best summer of his life. I would make sure of that.
Before I knew it, I ordered another bourbon, then another when one of my wife’s coworkers came up to the bar and ordered the same. He made some comment on how much we’ll love Chicago, oblivious to the fact I wasn’t going. That Mary and I were splitting. I could feel myself getting worked up, I was pretty tipsy now too. Not messy falling down drunk, but loose.
Across the room, through the sea of blazers and cocktail dresses, I saw Connor. He was holding an empty champagne flute as he spoke to my wife’s assistant. I was about to go snag him another when surprisingly, I noticed Mary approach him with a fresh flute, and swap it out with his empty one, giving him a look. I think Connor was just as surprised as I was, but this was her element. It was like she floated effortlessly through the crowd, so self assured. It actually made me grin to see her like this. Not to mention, seeing her there with Connor.
As if on cue, Connors eyes traced around the room and found mine. He gave a smirk as he waved bye to Mary and her assistant and with even strides, walked my way. That smirk, he had that hunger in his eyes again. My cock started slowly swelling a bit, pulsing with each step he took. By the time he reached me, I could feel myself straining the denim of my jeans with a semi.
He didn’t say anything as he approached, just stood by my side and leaned his head on me. I instinctively wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into me. His body felt warm and nice against mine. Like he was a missing piece of a puzzle I needed.
“You okay, dad? I know today’s been a lot.” He asked as we both looked forward at the party unfolding. I could feel my head spin a bit from the booze, and my own mental state. I let an exhaled sigh escape my parted lips, then took another swig.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just a lot of moving parts these next few months is all.” I responded, smirking down at Connor.
“I may be one of the moving parts, but I’m still yours, dad.” He whispered. Then turned his head and kissed at my pec. I quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed, but only I could.
“Good” was all I responded. Smirking down at him. My mind was still a mess on how him and I would move forward once school started, but it was nice knowing he still was mine. Still wanted to be mine.
We stood there a few moments longer, before I had the need to take a leak. I set my glass down and excused myself. I tripped on my own feet a little and stumbled. I was definitely a little more than tipsy at this point, and started to giggle. I looked back and saw Connor laughing too.
“Geesh, dad, let me give you a hand.” Connor laughed. As he set his now empty champagne flute down and walked me towards the bathrooms. There were a row of bathrooms, each its own private room. Connor opened one of the doors and guided me in. I turned as he stood in the doorway, starting to close it. I quickly leaned forward and saw no one around, then pulled him in with me.
“C’mon, I’ve been drinking sport. You’ve gotta give me a hand.” I teased as I brought his hand down to grasp at my semi hard length trapped in my jeans.
“Dad, there’s like a ton of people outside.” He laughed, grinning, but never moved his hand. I could feel him gently grasping and squeezing my length through the denim. I pulled him close to me, then locked the door.
“Never stopped us before…” I teased before I leaned down, grabbed the back of his head, and crashed my lips against his, kissing him passionately. I felt his tongue rub against mine as I traced his lips. I bucked my hips into his palm that rubbed my dick that was growing harder by the second. I grunted as I broke our kiss. “Fuck boy, I’m gonna take a leak, then we’re picking this back up.” I said with a grin, pecking him on the lips before stepping back.
I walked over to the toilet and unbuckled myself, never taking my eyes off Connor. The bathroom was dimly lit with warm lights. I could see him watching me, that hunger in his eyes. I pushed my jeans low on my hips, resting low enough on my hairy thighs, my hairy ass cheeks out as my full dick swung out, bobbing heavy and freely.
“I’m a little tipsy…” I stated, a husky hunger in my own in my voice. “…maybe you should aim for me.” I said, giving him a cocky smile.
Connor didn’t even think about it as he stepped up close and wrapped his hand around my cock, aiming it towards the bowl. He always seemed enthused to take hold of my massive cock, let alone, aim it while I pissed. My thunderous stream fired out, hitting the water in the bowl. In that instant, I leaned over and kissed Connor again. My hand pushed through the opening of his shirt, unbuttoning it further as I rubbed along his smooth pecs, teasing at one of his perky nipples and making him moan into my mouth.
We made out, slow and passionate like that, as I pissed. The sounds of our suctioning lips, and my heavy stream hitting the water echoed through the bathroom while murmured voices were heard with some light music on the other side of door. I loved him so much, wanted him so bad. My fucking son. So wrong, but so right.
As my piss stream dwindled, he gave my cock a few strokes, shaking it off. I pivoted, facing him more while we kissed and he jerked my throbbing, now fully hard cock in his hand. “Fuck, boy.” I grunted with a hiss as our lips parted. Connor kissed down my neck, then to my chest as he sunk down to his knees, resting on the perfectly polished penny tiles of the bathroom.
As he kneeled, he grabbed my cock with his other hand, giving me a few strokes. His tongue flicked out and ran circles around my fat swollen head, making me throw my head back in ecstasy as I exhaled hard through my nose. When I looked back down his focus was on the big bead of precum forming at my piss slit. I saw the faintest glimpse of the tip of his tongue trace his bottom lip. Then he leaned in, and kissed the tip of my cock, my precum going all over his mouth as he made out with my cock.
He backed off, and my precum kept his lips and my cock connected, before he opened wide and took me into his mouth. I felt him moan around my cock as I filled his mouth. “Awh, fuck.” I grunted out watching him suck me. I couldn’t help it as I started thrusting my hips, my cock driving in and out of his mouth. He looked up at me, locking eyes as my wet shaft slid back and forth around his flared, thin stretched lips.
“Yeah, fuck. My pretty, perfect, boy.” I grunted out between moans. I grabbed his skull with my hands and thrust my cock down his throat even more, nice and hard as he expertly took it. As much as I loved feeling his lips pressed down to my pubic hair, struggling to take me entirely, there was something so hot about seeing his lips curve and trace around every vein of my fat shaft. Seeing my boy take my massive shaft halfway, then pull off with it gleaming in slobber. I knew he wanted to take me balls deep every time, but my dick was too big for that. The way my son looked euphoric as he bobbed on the end of my cock, as I drove it in and out of his eager mouth. The way his throat swelled each time I drove into him deeper, the sounds of his mixed slurping, gagging and moans. He was such a perfect cock sucker. My perfect cock sucker.
Fuck, it was getting the best of me. I began really fucking his mouth, getting rougher and faster. His slobber going down his chin as he looked up at me with need, lovingly even, as I assaulted his mouth. With a final hard thrust out, my cock slipped free then ran up his cheek. Connor panted catching his breath as my cock pulsed on his face. “Fuck, dad” he whispered out horsely, but smiling.
I grinned down at him, then leaned down and kissed him. The taste of my own cock heavy on his wet lips. I hooked my hands under his armpits and stood him up, then lifted him off the ground kissing him as I walked us over to the large sink and counter filled with towels and other bathroom essentials. I set him down, kissing him as I unbuttoned his pants.
Connor braced the counter as I spun him around. I kneeled down as I pulled them down, slowly exposing those perfect round cheeks. I couldn’t help it as I leaned in and kissed the one while I lowered his pants just below his ass on his thighs. I grabbed an ass cheek with both hands spreading them apart and exposing his tightly clenched little hole. All while he still had his jock strap on. I leaned in, and licked my tongue deep along his pucker, making his body shiver.
Connor:
“Awh, fuck, dad.” I moaned as I felt his strong wet tongue tease at my hole. He gave a grunt behind me as he began motor boating my ass cheeks, his tongue never leaving the pucker of my hole. He clapped both hands down on my ass, spreading my cheeks even wider for better access as he ate my ass. I threw my head back in bliss, bucking my hips back against his probing whiskey clad tongue. I could tell he was still tipsy and restless, but fuck, this was incredible. Any inhibitions he may have had were gone.
He leaned back and spit, landing a direct hit on my hole that I could feel clench and unclench repeatedly. He drove two fingers into me, thrusting them back and forth and making me moan. “Yeah, you like this, son? You like your dad playing with your pussy?” He teased, kissing my cheek before spitting on my hole again.
“Awh, fuck! Dad, I need your cock! Fuck me, please!” I begged. He stood up behind me and he could hear his hand working precum and my left over slobber all over his cock, still with two fingers teasing in my hole.
“What about all these nice people outside, sport?” He teased with a grin as I looked at him through the mirror behind me.
“I don’t give a fuck. Fuck me, make me scream. Let them know I’m taking my dad’s massive dick like a slut.” I teased back. With that he gave one more devilish grin, then spun me around, kissing me again as his cock slipped between my thighs. My own little boner was still trapped behind the confines of my jock strap as the full heavy weight of his shaft pressed and pulsed against it.
Dad lifted me, then set me on the counter pushing me back. My legs were folded to my chest. My pants sill mostly on, lowered just enough so that my ass and the pouch of my jock were out for him. Dad grabbed his cock, lining it to my hole, then gave me a smirk. I felt the blunt, hot wet tip of his cock against my entrance. He pushed in as my hole gave way and stretched around him. I moaned out, hard, as he sunk his cock into me. He grunted, slowly and steadily going deeper, and deeper till he bottomed out inside me.
I whimpered out as I felt his pubic hair smashed against my smooth bare ass, getting used to his size. I felt my insides trembling around him as his cock pulsed with a vengeance inside me. He leaned down and kissed me, his rough hand on my jaw, while his other was around my back. My own arms hooked my knees, keeping my legs flush against me.
“Awhh, fuck, dad.” I whimpered out between kisses. “Your cock… mhm… I love your cock.”
“Your pussy is so fucking perfect. Gripping me tight no matter how much I fuck you.” He grunted back. Slowly rolling his hips. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head. He repositioned his hands holding my knees back, as I grasped his wrists. He more intently started rolling his hips, making me squeal out, rolling my eyes to the back of my head as I moaned.
“Yeah, oh fuck, dad.” I moaned as his cock thrust in and out of me. Ripping pleasure through me with each thrust. I could feel my legs trembling already.
“Yeah, you love your old man’s cock, don’t you sport?” Dad teased back, getting harder with his thrusts. I felt my back arching against the counter as my head rolled back in pleasure through my whimpered moans. I felt dad’s hands move, tracing lower down my thighs, bracing me down on the counter as he really started driving his cock in and out of my hole with deep thrusts.
“God, I love your giant cock, dad.” I panted back between the whimpers with each hard thrust. My eyes looked up, locking on his. His jaw clenched tight as his nostrils flared as he fucked the hell out of me, hard and rough. Any constrains he typically had in these situations didn’t seem to be there that is to the bourbon. This was just how I needed Him. How I needed my dad.
He was railing me against the counter with hard thrusts, sweat dripping down his brown. He undid the buttons of his shirt while he thrust his hips, his giant cock deep dicking in and out of me, dragging from the head till he sunk all the way down, bottoming out, then back again. With his shirt hung open, I could see his large pecs jiggle with each thrust, covered in corse hair that trailed down his stomach. I let one of my has run down his hard hairy torso as he fucked me deep.
While dad held my thighs, I slowly undid the rest of my own shirt, exposing my smooth toned body. Suddenly dad pulled out completely grinning at me, then pushed back in. He pulled out again as I felt the cool air in the open cavity he fucked. “Oh god, dad.” I whimpered moans as I felt my hole quivering open around nothing. He then pushed back in, balls deep, before pulling out again.
“Fuck yeah. Hold it open for me, boy.” Dad grunted. I grabbed my cheeks pulling them apart as I’m sure my hole gaped open even wider. Dad gave an approving grunt, plugging my stretched out hole with his cock, then pulling back out. “That’s it sport. Fuck, your pussy looks so good when it’s open wide for me.” Dad teased. His cock slipped up my taint and thrust along the pouch of my jock keeping my cock contained. His cock felt so big, heavy and warm against mine, still tucked away, but painfully hard and leaking. And I loved it, as if a reminder only his cock mattered. He grinned with a chuckle, as he leaned down, grabbed my face and kissed me. His cock thrusted against me as he did.
He grinned down at me, pushed my knees knees back to my chest and drove his cock into my gaping hole, fucking me even harder now. “Mhhm, fuck! Oh my god, dad!” I whimpered as he pistoned in and out of me. His giant cock felt incredible, hitting every nerve in my body and dragging consistently against my prostate with no relent. The entire situation drove me mad, us still half clothed, being in public, a party right outside the door, my own father railing me like the slut I was without a care how loud we were being. “Fuck!” I cried out as I climaxed. I didn’t feel it coming until it was there as my body trembled. I blew my load right into the pouch of my jockstrap, soaking it.
Dad chuckled between his grunts as he fucked me. My sphincter clenched tight around his cock as he thrusted back and fourth at a rampant pace, never slowing down. “That’s it, cum for me, sport.” Dad grunted out. I felt his hands move from my thighs up my waist and to my rib cage. He leaned down and kissed me as I whimpered into his mouth, still orgasming from his cock. I could still taste the bourbon on his tongue. It was as if each thrust of his cock wouldn’t let my climax end. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling his mouth into mine.
“I love when you cum on my dick. My perfect little slut loves the cock that made him.” He whispered with grunt in my ear. I moaned hard at that. Before I realized it, he picked me up off the counter, keeping me cradled in his arm as he thrusted and bounced me on his dick. My mouth hung opened as I moaned loudly between thrusts. I couldn’t give a fuck if anyone heard us. I needed my dad’s cock. Needed him, pumping me full of cum.
I held onto the back of his neck and shoulders while he bounced me and thrust into me mid air. Handling me like I was a ragdoll for him to play with. I loved it. I loved how powerful he was. How inferior I felt with him.
“Yeah, fuck! Keep fucking me, dad!” I cried out. His hips slamming against mine echoed through the bathroom as he sped up his pace. The whiskey he drank giving him extra stamina to fuck me harder. I felt like I was seeing stars from the sheer force he fucked me. Making my entire body burn with warm pleasure.
“Fuck yeah, sport. I love that my cock makes you feel so good.” He grunted, teasing as his thrusts never slowed.
“So fucking big, dad. Your cock feels so good.” I moaned out.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Knowing your dads got the biggest cock you’ll ever take?” He teased, almost questioning.
“Yeah, fuck dad! Yours is the only cock I want fucking me.” I corrected. He bit his lip and grunted, clearly liking me say that.
“Good boy. No other man will be able to fill your pussy and fuck you like your dad can.” He grunted. I felt his cock swelling, throbbing hard, as we fucked. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.”
“Just you and your perfect, giant dick, dad.” I moaned looking into his eyes. His own studying every look on my face. “I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.” I felt him shudder as I said it.
I saw the pleasure rip through his body as he grunted, his eyes squeezing shut as his face contorted while he started erupting. I felt the first rope of his massive thick load fire into me as dick pulsed hard. He gave a few more thrusts, then bottomed out inside me as I felt his legs tremble from his intense orgasm. His cock throbbing violently inside me as he filled me with a massive load of cum. He grunted out hard and deep, shooting his load deep inside me. I could feel each warm blast. He finally opened his eyes with a moan, locking onto me then leaned in and kissed me as he rode out the rest of his orgasm.
I whimpered into his mouth, feeling his cock still pulsing and pumping me full as every nerve tingled and craved for it. The kiss broke as his forehead was held to mine. He panted and groaned still climaxing inside me as I panted too. We were breathing in each others air. I leaned up pulling his head towards mine, and our lips found each others as we kissed again. He groaned into my mouth again, then broke the kiss, setting me back down on the counter. My ass was pumped full of his seed as his cock stayed fully embedded inside me.
“Fuck dad, that was so hot.” I giggled through panted breaths as our lips lingered. Then he wrapped his arms around me, embracing me as my head went into the nape of his neck.
“Such a hot little fuck.” Dad whispered back into my ear, then kissed the side of my face. “Let’s get dressed before anyone notices.” He said. I couldn’t see his face, but could tell he was grinning. Just like I was.
As he slowly pulled out of me, his flared cock head passed through my sphincter as I felt the thick globs of his warm cum dribble out of me as my hole quivered, gaping open. Dad’s wet, cum slicked, cock rest against my ass as he held me there for a moment, enjoying our forbidden afterglow just as much as I was.
A moment later, dad pushed back, breaking our embrace. He grinned down at me as I lay back on the counter, surely taking it all in. Looking at my well fucked, quivering hole that was gaped from his cock, and the cum soaked pouch of my jock strap, also in that state from his cock. His eyes traced back up my body, locking onto my eyes as he gave an approving, playful grunt, then helped me to my feet.
We quickly redressed and made sure we looked presentable. In the mirror, I fixed my hair as dad stood behind me straightening his collar. The front of his body was against the back of mine. He reached around, and gave one more embrace and a kiss on the cheek as I smiled looking at us in the mirror. We looked cute in that moment. I quickly pulled out my phone and took a selfie with him, just me and my dad.
As we exited the bathroom, I went first, making sure the coast was clear for us both to exit. As we did, I quickly realized what a struggle this was about to be for the rest of the night. My cock and balls were soaked in my own cum, and my ass was pumped full of my dads as my sphincter struggled to keep clenched. I could feel his warm thick cum seeping out and between my cheeks. I just prayed it wouldn’t show through my pants as the night went on. I was regretting the decision to wear a jock.
We reached the bar again, dad ordered another bourbon, and a water, then got me a fresh flute of champagne. We stood side by side, father and son, people watching. His hand lingered on my hip as I leaned against him. The rest of the party oblivious to the forbidden carnage that happened in the bathroom, and it’s evidence hiding beneath my clothes.
